The Accidental Sub (41 page)

With her gone so suddenly, I felt the vacuum left by her absence like a fist to the gut. I cleaned up the mess on the floor, then washed and waxed the floor just to kill time. Later I went out for a burger, then changed my mind on dining in and got it to go. I wanted to be by the phone in case L.A. called.

The afternoon dragged on and I finished a few projects, including the tooling of her collar. I finished that and the ankle and wrist cuffs as well. It was nightfall when I began to stain the leather. Although it was hard to tell anything while the leather was wet, this was going to be a real thing of beauty.

About the time I applied the second coat to the leather, the phone rang. She had been through the books at work back six months and could find nothing wrong. She had even checked her records against the master records in the main computer, hoping to find something simple like transposed numbers. There was nothing, not one discrepancy could she find in the bookkeeping. We both went to bed worried with a big cloud of dread hanging over us.

With a sense of apprehension the next morning I went to work and waited for word from L.A.. Again the time seemed to drag by.

In spite of having some minor fires to put out, I couldn't stop thinking about L.A.. I made a quick call to her at work. I reached her on the first ring at her desk and her voice was very upbeat. I asked if she could spare time for lunch and she quickly agreed, with a parting comment of, "I have a lot to tell you." Then she had to run.

Her voice more than anything else told me things were all right. For some reason after hearing her voice and its upbeat tone, the shoulder muscles in my back started to relax. Something had happened, but nothing bad in the normal sense. Nothing like the worst-case scenarios we had both dreaded.

At lunchtime, I once again picked her up and kissed her in the lobby in plain sight of her coworkers. We went again to the soup and salad bar. She asked me to wait until we sat down to hear her news. After we were seated she finally began to talk. Her work with the church groups and the large bookings she had made recently had not gone unnoticed. She had been offered a promotion to manager, an increase in salary, and a very substantial relocation package to make a move to a new branch office that was due to open in Sugarland, a suburb of Houston. The contacts she had made overseas would be invaluable, as Sugarland was a bedroom community of Houston. Most of its occupants were well-paid oil industry types who worked in Houston. The leisure industry there was thriving and these folks had money to burn. She had been given a week to make a decision. The new office was due to open in three weeks and they wanted it staffed quickly, with her as the office manager.

We talked a bit longer and finished lunch. I could see her thinking and all the realities of this had not sunk in. She had a decision to make and I would not interfere. Just seeing the enthusiasm in her face and voice told me the decision had already been made in her mind, even though she might not have been aware of it. The big plus to this was that it would put her close to her son, who was going to Rice University in Houston.

I told her to make her decision then contact me. Whatever decision she made, we would work things out. I took her back to work and gave her a kiss and a hug and told her how proud I was of her. After going back to work myself, I found my thoughts turning back to her the majority of the day.

The rest of the week we continued as we had before with a nightly phone call with phone sex most nights. I did not bring up the subject of her moving at all. Friday when I called she told me she was making the move. She had confirmed everything by phone that day and the paperwork would be in her hands Monday. I took her to the special dance class that Saturday but made no other demands on her time.

I had been to Gerwald's that day and had finished the installation on the encrypted PBX, then rushed to pick her up. When I picked her up later we went to her place and I let everything stay very vanilla. After making love to her, I left and went home.

The next couple of weeks flew by. I helped her all I could with the move. I helped with the packing, the movers, and so on. On Friday night it was all done but an empty house with a "For Sale" sign out front was more than she could bear. She called and asked to spend her last night in Dallas at my house. Her car was packed for the five-hour drive that she would make the next day.

That night I presented her with her new collar that I had worked so hard to hand-tool. I told her to keep it as a memento of all that we had shared. Her last night in my bonds was very active. I think we were both trying to get our fill of each other. Neither of us slept. I held her all night just keeping her body next to mine and she returned every touch two fold. I felt her silently sobbing from time to time and it brought tears to my eyes as well. I had gone beyond fondness to love regardless of our lifestyle and relationship. I just now was realizing how much of my life she filled.

We talked from time to time and both of us were surprised that the other had looked into airfare on the commuter shuttle from Houston to Dallas. Schedules permitting we both would keep in touch and try and spend a few weekends with each other. I told her of the plans I had made for her, and how I had planned to accommodate her son in our lives. The silly things I had thought of that would never work, and the practical things that would.

I spoke of the small things I hoped to teach her and my desire to see her dance for me at one of Gerwald parties. The small moments I would miss like her head in my lap and her cries of pleasure as she begged for release.

I had pumped every one of my contacts for names of life-style people in Houston. If nothing else she would have someone to talk to locally. I got out of bed at one point to get the list of names and numbers and tucked it away in her luggage.

The next morning I released her and cut the necklace from her neck. We both got a little misty at that point and I finally got her into her car and on her way. I think I stood in driveway for half an hour waiting to see if she would return. I found myself cursing the mobility of the society we lived in and its fast pace that could so abruptly uproot a person and move them.

I think back on those two months with fondness now, and have finally been able to commit this experience to paper. I will only say that although I never got to see her dance for me, this time with my accidental sub had to be the most erotic of my life.

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I suppose Katy married me for security; it certainly wasn't for my love-making abilities. She was 19 and I was 26 when we met and she saw, I suppose, a sophistication in me that would never be attainable by any of the crowd she ran with. I was the ‘older’ man, richer by far than anyone she knew, and when she gave me a blowjob on our second date, I was
enamored with her. Her black hair, flashing eyes and captivating smile drew me in, making me want her more each time I saw her.

When it came to our first time of love-making, it didn't go well. She didn't say anything but I could tell that my 4-inch hard-on wasn't really doing anything for her and she had to play with herself to get off while I fucked her. When I finally finished, she assured me that I was the best ever but I knew the truth of it. She kissed me afterwards and made me feel good about myself though, and I was willing to be flattered by this lovely girl. My sexual abilities never really improved but she would pretend to have an orgasm from time to time, telling me how wonderful it was.

We married and I was the happiest, most deluded man in the city. Our honeymoon went surprisingly well, but not because I was fucking her any better. She made me go down on her, made me lick and suck her gorgeous pussy, and I made her cum for the first time! I made her cum with my tongue, made her hips thrash about as she filled my mouth with her cum-juice. I was elated, triumphant. She kissed me hard and told me how wonderful I was, and this time I could tell she meant it.

Back home, this became our standard love play. I would fuck her, cum inside her and then I'd lick out my spunk from her very wet pussy. I enjoyed the taste of my spunk but I did worry about the fact of it. Wasn't it gay men who enjoyed swallowing spunk? I felt uncomfortable about it but my doubts were always over-ridden by my desire to keep doing it. When she asked me one time about my enjoyment of tasting spunk, I just told her that I didn't know why, that I just felt excited by the idea of it. She would use this against me later.

When she became pregnant, I was over the moon. It meant I was a man, a real man. My perpetual feelings of inadequacy were immediately replaced by a certain pride in myself and I couldn’t stop myself from bragging about Katy’s new condition to anyone who would listen.

A few weeks after the baby was born, we had a party to celebrate and all our friends came round to toast our new arrival. Bill brought his wife Barbara and I spent most of the evening with him while Katy and Barbara circulated around the other guests.

They had a kind of open marriage where they each had sex with others without recriminations. Barbara, I knew, was bisexual and enjoyed the caress of female flesh on a regular basis while Bill was a stud with women. I envied him, truth be told, not so much for his conquests as for his commanding presence. Whenever he entered a room, people noticed him.

As the party progressed, and people became drunk, I spotted Barbara kissing Katy and I'm pretty sure that her hand was up Katy's dress. I got an instant hard-on and I tried to hide it from Bill but he saw where I was looking and smiled. I watched as Katy moved her hips forward and spread her legs, making it easier for Barbara to grope her.

Then they stopped and went back to circulating, and Bill, who knew his wife so well, said we would find them in our bedroom later, enjoying each other. I was as excited as hell, thinking of them together, doing filthy things with each other. My hand went down to my crotch and Bill saw it but he didn't say anything.

Our guests were leaving now, finding their drunken way home, and eventually Bill and I were alone. Katy and Barbara had both disappeared and Bill gave me the ‘I told you so’ smile. The thought of my wife with another woman was extremely arousing and I felt compelled to go upstairs to watch them together.

“Should we go up and watch?” I asked him, my hand feeling the hard-on in my pants again.

He replied, “Sure. Barbara loves being watched. Katy won’t mind, will she?”

At this point, I was too aroused to think about that and I made for the stairs. Bill came with me and we just followed the sound of moaning until we found them in our bedroom. The door was wide open and we entered quietly, not disturbing the lovers.

Katy was naked on the bed, moaning loudly, and the equally naked Barbara knelt on the floor, her face between my wife's wide open legs, licking her clitoris and pushing 2 fingers up inside Katy's cunt. I was rock hard as I witnessed the debauchery and Bill was watching me, watching my fascination with what was happening. I wanted to take my dick out of my pants and jack off but I didn't dare to because Bill was there. But he knew; he knew I was incredibly aroused.

He stood right behind me, up against me as we watched, and I could feel his erection against my butt. It shocked me but I had to admit that it aroused me too. I felt the back of his hand against my bottom as he touched himself over his pants. I felt immediately ashamed and guilty that I had enjoyed a man’s touch but I didn’t move away from him.

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