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I dialed the number while Jack listened in.
No luck. I spoke to Jimmy and try as I might, he would not agree to come to meet me. He pointed me to their website to watch the video instead, then offered to email me a list of the inventory. I knew that it was pointless to argue or get pushy. I had no leverage. That’s the moment I realized that I actually did have leverage, and I just wasn’t using it properly. I made an excuse and hung up, promising to call right back.
I flew into our bedroom and put on the sexiest, sluttiest thing I could find. I layered on the make-up and debated between pink lipstick and red, opting for bright red. I pulled and twisted my own nipples, urging them to wake up and stand up. Looking down, I could see they cooperated, practically poking through the negligee I had selected.
For my second call, I used FaceTime. My nipples were so pointy; I could have practically pressed the numbers with them. Jimmy answered again, to my relief. It wasn’t in my nature to be so flirty, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do. I held the phone far in front of me to ensure he could see as much of my upper body as possible. I acted somewhat bimbo-like, knowing it would make me seem like an easy conquest. My ploy worked, and soon, I gave them our coordinates. The boys were coming over!
It was unusual for me to interfere with a scene. Not that I didn’t have that option, I didn’t want it. I loved relinquishing all control. I loved leaving Jack 100% in charge. It made it more exciting for me, not to have any say in how it all goes down. Yet, this one time, I had a request. I wanted Jack to cum at the same moment that I did. I wanted to know when I was at the height of ecstasy, so was he.
Shortly thereafter, Jimmy and Timmy were sitting in our Ethan Allen sofa having a cold Miller. They seemed slightly tense, but that was probably disbelief more than nerves. I couldn’t help but think about Jack in our den, secretly watching us, and I almost giggled out loud. I wanted to make him proud. More so, I wanted to turn him on. Time to get this party started.
“As mentioned on the phone, I really love nipple clamps. Why don’t we start there?” I suggested.
Jimmy pulled out a few samples, and almost started in on his sales spiel before he realized it was not necessary. He had selected a new form of adjustable clamp, where the tension could be modified, but which were not as heavy and clunky as the older style with big screws.
“Um...do you think, er...you might want to try these new ones on?” he asked clumsily.
I put my hands on my hips, even while sitting beside him, and arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him, “Go ahead and put them on me. Someone usually does it for me,” I instructed.
Through the fabric he applied one, and then the second of the two clamps. I exaggerated a moan as he tried a few different clamps. We noticed they were slipping on the material. I decided it was now or never. I pulled the negligee down and sat the fabric under my tits. Then I spread my legs and they tried all kinds of vibes on me. I wanted to cum, but didn’t. Not yet.
While kneeling upright, the two men stood in front of me. Two cocks to suck. I’d suck one deep into my mouth, while stroking the other with my hand. Then I’d go from one to the other. I had to suppress laughter. Even their cocks were identical, about eight inches long, straight with big thick bulbous heads. They even smelled the same.
We went from sucking to sucking-and-fucking. They pounded into me, from both ends. One was in my mouth while the other thrust its way into my welcoming cunt. I came hard, thinking about Jack the entire time, knowing he’d keep his word and orgasm in synch with mine. We came together. Separate, but together.
For our second performance, I wanted Jack to see me. Really see me. I made Timmy sit on the couch, and I straddled him backwards, so I could look directly in the mirror. It was peculiar. All I could really see was a part of my own reflection. I couldn’t see Jack, but he could see me. Jack and I were both seeing the same thing – me, getting fucked. The cock inside me was wreaking havoc on my g-spot. I put my hands up behind my head hoping Jack enjoyed the pose. My tits were squeezed and pulled.
To keep it interesting, we tried other positions. Soon, I felt my second orgasm build, and I released, confident that Jack’s thick cock was in his hand, releasing as well.
After my adult toy salesmen left our condo, it was time for my husband to show his wife some tender loving care. He held me so very tight and literally carried me, laughing when we discovered I still had a butt plug jammed up my backside. Jack ran a bath for me. He motioned for me to get in, and surprisingly, he followed me into the hot water. As I sat with my back to his front, he used his beautiful strong hands to wash my body. I love my husband.
We went on a wild sexual ride tonight and back home again.
Chapter 10. Benito’s Bistro
Jack’s View:
The design and construction of Benito’s Bistro had come together fairly quickly. The typical fancy tablecloths that were expected in many upscale bistros were abandoned here in favour of distressed wood that would grow even more beautiful with time. There was good use of natural materials, such as scarred wooden beams. The space was refined without being pretentious, and if the cuisine was as appealing as the décor, this restaurant would certainly be one of Ghirardelli Square’s best places to dine. Walking in, patrons viewed a central chalkboard on an easel to proudly announce the menu items du jour.
The first week that the bistro was open, reservations could only be made by people who lived in the building. Benito was there most nights that week, holding court, welcoming the guests, showing off the place. We booked Friday night, because I knew Benito had a commitment on the weekend, and wouldn’t be there. If he had been there, he certainly would have spent the entire evening at our table, and Chloe and I just wanted to dine alone. Besides, unbeknownst to Chloe, I had a surprise in store.
The newly hired chef at Benito’s Bistro was an old friend of mine from my days as a member of a bdsm club, years earlier. Ron Petty is a great chef, and when I heard Benito was recruiting for someone to run the kitchen, I didn’t hesitate to recommend Ronnie. From all accounts, my recommendation was well received. Ronnie helped with some of the interior design, and of course, planned out the entire menu. As a bonus, because of his connections in the restaurant business, he was able to bring along a couple of waiters, the maître d’, and a dishwasher. The fact that some of his posse followed him to Benito’s was a testament to Ronnie’s reputation.
I left work early in order to go shopping. I had spotted a dress in the front window of the Michael Kors store, and I just knew it would look stunning on my girl. It was a black studded silk shirt dress which was unique and very fashionable. Chloe had fantastic legs and the dress would showcase them beautifully.
The sales clerk was quite surprised when I told her I wanted two of the exact same dress, same size, same color.
“You want two? Two?”
I smiled and assured her that I needed two dresses. I took my package to the nearby Jimmy Choo shoe store, and with help from the lovely woman who worked there, we picked out a pair of black stiletto leather boots to go with the dress. You can’t have a new dress without new shoes or boots, for that matter. The last stop I looked for was the flower shop.
Once home, I stopped by Benito’s restaurant before going up to the condo. Ronnie was there, and it was still early enough in the day that he was able to have a drink with me. We caught up on life. He thanked me for setting him up to meet Benito. I was glad to hear that, despite Benito’s occasional interference, it was so-far-so-good. Ronnie also introduced me to Simon, who would be my and Chloe’s waiter that evening. The three of us took a quick tour of the kitchen and finalized the game plan.
I said goodbye to the guys, telling them I’d see them in a few hours and took the elevator up. In our bedroom, I laid Chloe’s new dress on our bed so that it was beautifully displayed. I put her new boots at the foot of the bed. Then, chuckling at myself, I did my best to select a few accessories to go with it: a bracelet and earrings.
Since we were going out for dinner, there was no need to prepare a full meal. However, with our reservations so late into the evening, I sliced up some veggies and prepared dip so that we had just enough of a snack to hold us over. I opened up a bottle of Gewürztraminer as well.
Chloe got home, and while in the kitchen, we talked about our respective day at the office. I didn’t tell her that I had left early to buy her a new dress, as I wanted to surprise her with it. We talked while watching the news on CNN, snacking on the cucumber, carrot, broccoli and cauliflower pieces. It was lovely and casual. Knowing we had ample time, we didn’t rush. Chloe flipped through the latest issue of Maxim magazine with Jessica Alba on the cover, and then, turned on her Kindle to read a couple of chapters of her latest novel, ‘Burning Barriers’.
After our snack, Chloe picked up her purse and work folder and headed toward our bedroom.
“Stop,” I instructed her, using that now familiar tone.
She froze in her spot. I put my wine glass down and approached her. She instinctively lowered her eyes. I put my index finger under her chin and lifted it slightly so I could kiss her softly on the lips. Then I took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. I could hear her take a gasp of air when she saw the dress lying on the bed, waiting for her.
“You have one hour to get ready,” I told her. Then I closed the bedroom door.
When Chloe came out of the room, the dress looked even more stunning than it had on the mannequin in the front window of the store. It fit her perfectly. I loved the way her tits moved under the silk. Fuck, I should have told her to go bra-less. Next time. She had decided to put her hair up, and in that moment, I was convinced I had married the most beautiful woman in the world.
“You look breathtaking, my darling.” I told her.
“At least we don’t have to worry about who will drive tonight,” she kidded me.
Downstairs, upon entering Benito’s, we were greeted by the hostess. I told her we had a late reservation under ‘Jack Gibb’ and she responded by welcoming us and acknowledging that she was expecting our arrival. We were escorted to a table near the back, not too far from the entrance to the kitchen. Simon, the waiter who I had met earlier came to greet us and took our drink order. We chose a bottle of sparkling water for the table, and I started off with a martini, while Chloe opted for a gin and tonic with a twist of lime. The menu looked good, and I was impressed with our food choices.
During one pause in the conversation, as Chloe poked into a shared dessert, she reached across the table and took my hand in hers, “Thank you honey for the dress, boots and dinner today, what a wonderful surprise.”
“There’s another surprise,” I announced, and motioned with my head that Simon was approaching our table, as if on cue.
“Was everything okay with the meal and the service tonight, Sir?” he asked.
Rather than answer, I motioned to Chloe, “What do you think, dear?”
She was caught off guard, as normally I would answer a question like that, particularly with Ronnie being my old contact. Nevertheless, she answered eloquently: “Oh, yes. Absolutely...the dinner was fabulous, and thanks, yes, the service was great.”
“Then I think you better go thank the chef, Chloe.”
She looked at me with a look of horror in her eyes! Adding to the humiliation, Simon leaned down and whispered in her ear. Chloe was mortified. I could only imagine what she was thinking. This was her first time in Benito’s Bistro, and she was about to show her gratitude to our chef by performing some sort of sexual act for his pleasure.
I got up from my seat to pull her chair back. As Chloe stood up; she turned her head to look at me again, as if to ask ‘Are you sure?’ I simply nodded.
She bent down to pick up her purse, and I said, “Chloe, do you have your phone with you?”
“Yes Master,” she whispered in return.
Not even glancing back, Simon escorted my pet back into the kitchen. Luckily, with the restaurant being so new, patrons were taken for tours all night long. No one batted an eye at yet another person being escorted into the cooking area to see where all the action takes place.
I would order myself a cognac.
Chloe’s View:
It was another busy Friday at the office, so I worked through lunch. Jack and I had dinner plans at Benito’s newly opened restaurant on the street-level of our building. I was looking forward to it. Jack knows the chef, in fact, I think Jack got him the job. Whatever work I couldn’t complete, I took home with me. I was sure that I’d be able to find a few hours on Sunday to do it.
Arriving home, Jack was already there. It was nice to know we were going out for dinner. It was such a relief that neither of us had to worry about what to cook. Jack had a poured glass of white wine waiting for me, and had actually sliced up a serving dish of veggies and dip. What a sweetheart. His efforts warmed my heart. Then I noticed the fresh flowers. Daisies even. My favorite.
We relaxed and decompressed. We talked and ate, then watched a little TV. Before it got too late, I figured I better start getting ready, otherwise I’d have to rush. I finished the last page of the chapter I was reading and sauntered toward the bedroom to take a shower. As I walked in that direction, Jack’s voice rooted me to my spot.
“Stop,” he said in that unmistakable voice I could never refuse.
Jack approached me from behind. He lifted my chin up with his finger and kissed me. I was putty in his hands. He held my hand and walked me, step by step, into our bedroom. I saw it as soon as I entered the room: a gorgeous sexy shirt dress. I noticed the tag which was still attached, Michael Kors, one of my favorite stores. Beside the dress was a bag from Jimmy Choo. Jack bent down and handed the bag to me. He insisted that I wear the boots with the dress. It was very extravagant. Well, who is a sub to argue? Not this sub.
I was told I had one hour to get ready. After a day at the office, my hair needed to be washed, and I would need to do my make-up. A visit to the spa the day before ensured my legs and pussy were nicely waxed. I also had my eyebrows done, so I was plucked and definitely ready to knock it out of the park. Jack loved having me dolled up and on his arm. Yes, my man loved the feminine form.
I removed my work clothes, placing them back in my closet on the hangers. I was now naked as I stepped through our walk-in closet to the bathroom. I felt a little giddy. Jack was mysterious tonight, and I could feel it. He usually insisted that I shop without him. He appreciated my fashion sense, and I did prefer to shop alone. It was very unusual for him to buy me clothes. I washed my hair and then squeezed a good amount of my vanilla scented liquid soap on my puff. I rubbed my torso with the lather. The puff felt good as I scrubbed my tits. My soapy fingers pulled on my slippery nipples and then found their way down to my tucked away little nub. I coaxed it out of the hiding spot as the hot water cascaded down onto my shoulders. Mmmm...ok Chloe, you are on a schedule, no time for that.
I emerged from the shower and found my favorite fluffy towel to dry my hair and body. I sat in front of the vanity while I did my hair and makeup. Matching bra and panties in beautiful satin were the perfect undergarments for the silk dress as it glided over my body as I slid it on. Dresses don’t always fit perfectly, even when the size is right, but this one seemed like it was tailored for my body. I loved how it looked on me. This was a keeper for sure. Jack had great taste. I sat on the bed as I pulled the boots on. They were fucking awesome too. Every woman should have one pair of kick ass boots in her closet. Good job, Jack! The jewelry he picked out wasn’t quite right, but bless his soul, I didn’t dare. I looked lovely, and I was confident he’d be pleased when I walked out the bedroom door.
He didn’t use words to compliment me, but I could swear his eyes got glassy when I emerged. He had that sweet little smile on his face. It conveyed admiration, pride and love all at the same time. Seeing him blink in succession made me want to wrap my arms around him, but we were in D/s mode, and as a good little sub, I waited for direction.
Jack
placed his hand at the small of my back as we approached the bistro. I loved the planters in the front, beautiful arrangements. We were immediately seated by the hostess, and our waiter arrived to introduce himself and take our drink order. His name was Simon. It was a little strange; I felt he had some connection with Jack. I didn’t ask, but maybe they had met previously.
As far as food, Jack ordered for the both of us, accompanied by a 2007 bottle of Châteauneuf-du-Pape. We shared escargot with a fresh baguette to dip into the buttery drippings. It was so tasty; I could have licked the dish. Or poured it over Jack and licked him. Hey, next time we should get take-out. Our entrees arrived. Jack had beef bourguignon, and he ordered one of my favorite French dishes, coq au vin. Having taken the first bite, it was delicious. Yes, we would frequent this bistro again. I was half expecting him to touch me under the table or something, but he didn’t. I was enjoying our dinner immensely, but also, I was slightly uneasy as I suspected something was in store. I just didn’t know what.
Jack insisted I pick out the dessert. We both had a bit of a sweet tooth. I ordered a black cherry clafoutis with real whipped cream. We shared the desert; I used my fork and gave Jack the occasional bite. Yum! He just laughed. It was only at the end of dessert that I clued into the reality that Simon, our waiter, would be the something that Jack had planned. As waiters often do, he ensured we were pleased and satisfied with the dinner. I was looking down at my plate, and not at all expecting to answer. When I understood I was expected to answer, I fumbled my way through it, best I could. I usually let my man order our wine and lead the way when we were dining out. Restaurants were his domain, and our condo kitchen was mine. It was one of those instances when your brain is parallel processing. I was answering a question and words were coming out my mouth, but at the same time I was thinking: uh oh, why am I the one answering this?
