When I didn't hear back from either Bill or Tracy, I assumed it was a one-time thing and that she had gotten is all out of their system. I thought that they were going to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. I thought wrong. It was about a week and a half later when I got home from work one morning at about 5a.m. and saw an email from Tracy.
It had no subject. It said:
"Hi, I know I didn't email you back right away and I apologize. If you could give me a call I have something I would like to talk to you about. I know you work nights and get home in the early morning. I get up at 6 a.m. so any time after that works for me. Signed...Fuckslut."
I figured a phone call wouldn't hurt so I dug out the play phone that Dave gave me and I gave her a call. After exchanging quick hello's we got to why she wanted me to call her.
She said "I wanted you to know how great a time I had when we fucked. It was exactly what I was looking for. In fact, it kind of opened my eyes to the fact that this is something I want, not as a one-time thing but ongoing. I want to be owned by someone and be their toy. Is this something you are interested in? Bill and I had a long talk a couple of days after you fucked me. Bill had said that it was tough for him to watch and he was glad that it was all over. I told him that every relationship is built on honesty and that I was going to be honest with him. I told him how much I loved it, how much I wanted to continue it and that I was going to continue doing it. I told him I loved him very much and this wasn't about love. I told him our life together was great. He needed to decide if this was something he was ok with. I said if he could deal with it, it would strengthen our relationship. If he couldn't and said it was this or him, that while it would break my heart, I would have to leave him. He told me that he loved me and that all he wanted for was me to be happy. We both know he can't treat me like the slut and whore that I want to be treated like. Hell, when we were trading fantasies the best he could come up with watching porn while we did it. He said he loved me and that he would work through it. I am going to continue down this path whether you want to be involved or not but I want it to be you."
She also said that she liked that I asked her and Bill again if we were still cool with it before taking over. She said it showed a Dom who takes care of his sub. She said she knew that there might be pain involved but it would never be pain just for pains sake. It would always be pain for pleasures sake. Whether that be her or my pleasure. I told her that I would think about it and call her back the next day.
She ended the phone call with "I don't know if I enjoyed having you in my ass more or if I enjoyed tasting you're cum mixed with wine more."
As I had said before I am not a Dom by nature but I could play a good one. Deep down I did have a heart. I thought about it for two hours then decide to call Bill to hear his thoughts on the whole idea.
He picked up the phone and immediately said "So you talked to Tracy."
'Yeah. What did she call you and tell you we spoke this morning?"
Bill said "No, we were lying next to each other in my bed when you called her."
"Oh? Sorry about that. Where do you stand on all this?"
He basically echoed what she told me. He told me he loved her and that all he wanted was for her to be happy. He said that he couldn't do anything to stop her and if he did she would leave him. He didn't want that so he was going to tough it out for the woman who would (and I quote) "one day be his wife." He also said that he appreciated that I had asked if they were both ok and that "you may treated her badly but you don't seem like the kind of guy who would let anything bad happen to her."
I asked him how would feel when I called one day when he had a romantic dinner planned and I demanded she come see me.
"Whatever makes her happy," was his reply.
He sounded like a beaten man. I told him the same, that I would think about it and get back to her tomorrow.
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"A Cuckold," Dave said.
I had never heard the term before so I asked him to clarify.
Dave said "He's a cuckold man. A husband whose wife fucks bulls...oh, those are guys that are aggressive in bed...and he either watches or hears about it or even cleans up."
I decided I didn't want to know what "clean up" meant and just asked "Really? And there are enough people into this that they came up with a term for it?"
He said "yeah man, it's more common than you think. Part of what gets them off is the embarrassment and humiliation. They are embarrassed another man is pleasing their chick and they feel weak and shit. They get off on it."
Dave was all chock full of knowledge on such subjects. I guess now is a good time to tell you a little about Dave. Dave is a regular guy. The guy you pass on the street, stand next to in a movie line and don't remember anything about him. Pretty average looking also. But Dave is a good friend. I have worked with him for eight years at the plant and spending every day together we have gotten quite close. He was a good guy to tell what happened and get advice from since he didn't know any of my regular friends or family. Not that me and Dave aren't friends. We go out for beers or to catch a game. I have been to his house to help him fix his car or do some work in the house. It's just we don't get involved with each other's real lives.
