A Condo with Two Views (17 page)

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.