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Offering Me Claire Ch. 01

By: komrad1156



Note to readers: This story involves the fetish of smoking as well as a healthy dose of B&D. If that offends you, please move on but don't bother telling me how you feel about it. Smoking is legal and people who smoke do so by choice. As I've said elsewhere, from the moment it begins, life comes with a death sentence. How we live in between is a matter of free choice. Many of us find the site of an attractive woman smoking to be about as sexually erotic as anything on earth. If you don't, then please find another story to read.

For those who do, I think you'll enjoy reading about my ex-wife's second greatest gift to me. The first was her decision to start smoking in her late '20s. This was a close second.

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"So how often do you think about him?" I asked.

Kate took a very long drag on her cigarette. As she exhaled she said, "You said we wouldn't discuss this and now less than a month later, you're asking me questions about it. I told you I had fun, but the reason I did it was because it was such a huge turn on for you. Isn't that enough, honey? Sex feels good but as you said, sex isn't the same thing as making love and since I didn't make love with him, it isn't something I think about. I do however, think about how turned on you were watching us."

She got up and sat on my lap and said, "You see, my handsome husband, I make love with you. I just let him fuck me. And there's a world of difference between making love and just being fucked. So while I did have fun, 90% of the enjoyment for me was watching you even though you asked me not to. I kept sneaking quick glances your way so I could see your face and watch your reaction. You were so focused on what we were doing. I've never seen you like that before. It was just so hot. And that is what turned me on. But to answer your question, no, I don't think about him. Ever."

She exhaled a long plume of smoke then leaned down to kiss me. "Are you disappointed?" she asked as I moaned after tasting her smoky lips.

"No, of course not. I was just curious. It was just so hot to watch you, though. Does it bother that I do think about it—a lot? That I imagine you with someone else when I make love to you?"

Kate finished her cigarette and said, "Well, as long as you're thinking about me and not some other woman, then no, I guess it doesn't bother me. After all, wasn't that the purpose for finding someone else to fuck me? To create images and memories for you? How could I then be jealous of images and fantasies as long as you love me?" She kissed me again knowing how much I loved that then said, "You do still love me, don't you?"

I stopped fantasizing and had to look at her to see whether she was serious or not. I couldn't be sure so I said, "Hey? Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Well, kind of. I mean, I can't help but wonder if maybe there was something more going on than just wanting to watch me. I know I'm being a little paranoid, but in case you hadn't noticed it, you're my entire life. I was so miserable before I met you. I spent years with an abusive, alcoholic husband and I was at a point where I felt so unattractive and even worthless. And then you came into my life and I've been happier than I ever dreamed possible since. So for me, the thought of anything coming between us makes me feel sick. Is there anything between us?"

"Katie? I love you more than anything or anyone on earth. I love only you. This other thing? It's a fantasy and that's all it is. Are you feeling guilty about it or something?"

"No. Not at all. You've helped move past all of that guilt nonsense. I live my life the way I want to now. And I love my life with you. Had you not come along, I'd be stuck back in South Carolina living with Joan and probably going to the Mormon Church putting on a social mask every day pretending to be happy while living a lie. This is the life I want and I want to live it with you. I love every single thing we do and I loved doing that for you. I don't love the guy I did it with, but I did really liked doing it for you. Okay?"

"So we're good?" I asked.

"As far as I'm concerned we are. Are we good from your perspective?" she asked turning my question around on me.

"We're perfect," I told her. I knew we weren't, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what was missing. It was gnawing at me and it wouldn't go away. For whatever reason, it just wouldn't bubble up to the surface. 

In the meantime, I enjoyed everything Kate did for me. To be honest, she did everything I'd ever dreamed about doing with a woman. She understood and completely accepted what I called my 'three S's' and happily fulfilled all of them. She wore the sexy sweaters I loved, she'd started smoking when she was 29 because she knew I wanted a wife who smoked, and she loved sex as much as I did (if not more.) Hell, she'd even let me set up a date for her in which she allowed a really good-looking 18-year old, recent high school graduate, fuck her while I watched. Kate was anything and everything I'd ever wanted in a woman and yet it was beginning to feel like even that might not be enough. But the hell would be enough? What was it that was missing? 

Another month went by before I was able to begin understanding what was bothering me. Since we'd first met, it gradually became clear that Kate was submissive— extremely submissive. Neither of us had any idea what B&D or BDSM was but the way she reacted to things and what she most needed caused me to start putting the pieces of her sexual puzzle together. 

She wasn't into being tied up on a rack and drawn and quartered or anything. But she needed to be spanked and restrained in order to really get off. I didn't mind doing it, but it just wasn't my thing. I played "dom" for her but it was just playing. For me, it was a means to an end whereas being submissive was Kate's way of making sex fun. I was getting to the point where it was more of a chore than a pleasure, but I wasn't about to tell me wife that. She'd be hurt to the point of being crushed. 

In her mind, we had the perfect balance of give and give rather than the classic relationship of give and take. Most relationships are of the latter variety. You do something nice for me you may not really want to do, then I do the same for you. In our marriage, everything we did, we did because we enjoyed it. That it turned the other person on, too, was icing on the cake. Except that I was no longer enjoying having to tie my wife up or smack her pussy with a riding crop or use it on her breasts to induce an intense orgasm. Don't get me wrong. I kept doing it. I just didn't really like doing it all that much.

As to the emotion of guilt, I vowed never to feel guilty again when I left the Mormon church around the same time I met Kate, but that's exactly how I was feeling. Guilt comes when we internalize the feeling we're not doing something we believe we should be doing or when do we something we've internalized is wrong or immoral. Religion induces all kinds of guilt from thinking some particular thought to doing certain things to not doing other things. Like anger, guilt is a wasted emotion as it robs us of any chance we have to be happy or contented. And since there's no one "up there" to make us happy, one need only make oneself happy as long as one harms no one else. And yet I felt I should be making my wife happy but doing it was making me unhappy!

Okay, so now I understood what was bugging me so much for the last couple of months. The question then became 'so what are you going to do about it?' It's corollary was 'what does solving the problem look like?' 

I was majoring in aerospace and mechanical engineering and my thought process was very linear. I was a logical, Point A to Point B kind of guy. Kate tended to emotionally feel her way through life although she was always able to follow my train of thought. So far, we'd never had a serious disagreement. We both loved each other passionately and looking back, I was still amazed I ever found the exact kind of woman I'd dreamed about for as long as I could remember. So this new revelation was particularly distressing because it had the potential to really upset the apple cart. I hated conflict but I hated feeling guilty even more. Something had to give—and soon. Fuck!

I'd been accepted to the University of Washington after finishing a year of community college at Green River CC in the city of Auburn. I still had gym privileges at GRCC but they would expire in a week. I drove up the long, winding hill to the campus and swiped my key card to go inside and put my gym bag in a locker.

For the next hour I pounded the hell out of my chest and back and by the time I was finished, I'd managed to break out of the mental funk that sapping all of my energy. I took a quick shower and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts. It was the last week of August which tended to have the best weather we got in Western Washington out of the entire year. The sky was crystal clear and a bright, brilliant blue. Mount Rainier was sharp and clear in the background to the East and I could even see the Olympic mountains to the West.

I'd gotten an overdue notice on a book I forgot to turn in, so I headed to the library to drop it off and pay the fine. It was only $7.38 but unless I got it cleared, the college wouldn't release my transcripts, so...

I went to the reception area, but no one was there. I looked around but didn't see anyone. The summer term was over and this was a break week but it seemed very unusual not to have even one person in there reading. I decided to walk around and see if I could find the person assigned to the desk. After making nearly an entire lap of the inside I caught a glimpse of someone sitting just outside on a bench. I stopped and looked and noticed it was Claire Hansen, a girl I'd gone to high school with. 

We'd had a very pleasant chat earlier that summer when she told me she'd had a crush on me her sophomore year when I was a senior. She used to come to the gym early to watch me lift under the guise of practicing her cheerleading routine. I thought she was by far the prettiest girl in the school but because I still had very little self confidence, I didn't think she even knew I was alive. I wasn't aware back then she'd never seen me before I had my braces removed and when I was 20 pounds overweight. A friend told her I'd been nicknamed "Bucky" for years due to my horribly misaligned teeth, but it didn't register with her because the guy she saw looked nothing like the old me.

I went from being ignored and/or ridiculed every day to being hounded by the best-looking girls in school almost overnight. I was so overwhelmed by it that I tended to ignore them and that started rumors going around that I was gay. Who ignores the hottest girls on campus unless he is gay, right? Okay, he might have an even hotter girlfriend, but I didn't. At least not until I met Karen Mooreland via my friend, Glen Haroldson, who were both Mormons. I started hanging around with them and eventually joined the Church because his family befriended me. although I never really bought into it but I did get baptized, confirmed, and ordained with the Aaronic Priesthood.

Karen was my first date, my first girlfriend, my first kiss, my first blow job, and my first fuck. She was a very aggressive, very sexual girl who also happened to be a Latter-day Saint. Or would that be Latter-day Sinner? Either way, she was a year and a half older than me and I'd had a crush on her before she graduated from my high school. Like all other girls, she was unaware I was even alive. She went to Brigham Young University and was home while her dad was ill when we met and soon thereafter...fucked. 

That relationship didn't last long but it gave me some self confidence and that led to me having an affair with two (much) older, married women before I graduated from high school. I enlisted in the Marine Corps to get out of my small town and to qualify for the GI Bill so I could eventually go to college. My parents were extremely poor, and it was too much to ask them to pay. So I signed up and shipped out shortly after graduation that June.

I met Kate during my last assignment in Beaufort, South Carolina, where I was assigned to the Marine Corps Air Station. I met her as I was nearing the end of a year-long relationship with a Mormon girl named Joan, who was 3 1/2 years older than me. It was a rocky relationship all along as she was a total control freak. My doubts about Mormonism, religion in general, and even the existence of God were growing rapidly. I'd always had a thing for women who smoked but tried to repress it after I joined the Mormon religion. When I finally told her how I felt about the Church and how I wanted to marry a woman who enjoyed smoking, she went ballistic. I'd met Kate, who was living with Joan after she left her abusive, alcoholic husband a couple of times. The day I ended my relationship with Joan, I was going over to her house to put up birthday decorations for Kate. She was supposed to be at work but surprised me when I unlocked the door. She helped me decorate for her own 'surprise' party then we left together and had a very long, very pleasant first talk. I ended things with Joan that night and began seeing Kate after Joan went off on her essentially forcing Kate to move out and back in with her mom.

Kate was bad girl trapped in a good girl's body but she didn't know that when I met her. She married very young and spent years with an asshole husband who drank all their money away and who liked slapping her around when he was shit-faced—which was every day. Through a series of events which included several long talks and a first date, Kate fell as hard for me as I did for her. But because things blew up with Joan and me, they also blew up for Kate just as I was going on a final two-week deployment to Nevada. I tried calling to talk to Kate but Joan answered, reamed me out, and never told Kate I called. Kate didn't have a cell phone so she thought I didn't care for her. When I couldn't reach her I thought perhaps it was for the best and didn't pursue it.  

Even so, she told me she couldn't stop thinking about me and my three S's and her curiosity got the best of her. After the falling out with Joan, Kate moved in with her mother. Coincidentally, that same week, her younger sister came home for an unexpected visit. She smoked and Kate told her about me and how she wanted to be the kind of girl I wanted or at least be ready to be should we cross paths again. She asked her sister to show her how to smoke and in spite of her younger sibling's warnings, she persisted and got her way. When I returned to South Carolina, we ran into one another in a local grocery store late one night just before it closed. While I was gone, I'd decided to leave the Mormon Church and vowed to break as many rules as I could. To that end, I put a six-pack of beer in my cart as I'd never even tasted alcohol before. In yet another coincidence (sign from God, right) Kate walked up behind and surprised me when she commented about the beer in my shopping cart. I invited her over and she soon shared with me how she'd decided to start smoking (at 29) and that it was her decision. I'd told her before there was no way I would ever ask a woman to start smoking. I'd just determined to find one who did. Kate made her determination to try and be that woman. She smoked for me for the first time outside on my little patio and shortly thereafter, we were in my bed fucking our brains out. I proposed to her, took her back home to Washington State where I'd grown up, and once her divorce was final, we were married by a local justice of the peace.

Since then, she'd been my ultimate fantasy of all things wrapped up in one person. Until, as I said, very recently. 

That brings us back to Claire, who also smoked,. and who was every bit as beautiful as my wife but ten years younger. Were I single...

I tapped on the glass which startled Claire. She was just finishing a cigarette. She flipped her head around and saw me. "You scared me!" she mouthed so that I could read her lips. 

"Sorry!" I mimed back. She held up a finger (no, not that one) letting me know to hold on and that she'd be right in.

A moment later she came back inside and said, "Even though you just scared the shit out of me, it's nice to see you again, Cal. What brings you here on my last day at GRCC?"

"An overdue book," I told her. "I believe I also owe the school some money."

"Ah! Trying to keep all the knowledge to yourself. Shame on you. We frown on that sort of thing around here," she said playfully. She got to her desk, entered her password into the computer and said, "Let me see your notice."

I handed it to her and she said, "Okay, here it is. You owe the school $7.38."

"Will you take a check?" I asked.

"Are you honest and trustworthy?" she said with mock seriousness. "After all, this is a lot of money." 

"Depends on whom you ask, I suppose. I can assure you the check won't bounce. How's that?"

Claire lowered her head and raise an eyebrow. "Depends," she said using my word. "If it does, you'll have to contend with me and I can guarantee you you won't like that."

"Oh, really?" I said as I scrawled out the amount and signed it. "Do tell."

"Let's just say I can be very...persuasive." She took the check, looked it over, and said, "You wouldn't last a minute were I to employ my...special methods."

I gave her hot body an exaggerated once-over look and said, "Special methods? They can't be physical. I mean, look at you. You have those little stick arms and you weigh what? Maybe a hundred pounds—soaking wet? I'm 175 and have these." I never show off or talk about my body, so this was a silly, intentional exaggeration as I struck a pose.

Claire laughed and said, "You're a nut." She looked down at her computer screen and added, "And incredibly hot. If you weren't married..."

I broke my pose and said, "If I wasn't married...what?"

"It doesn't matter. You are married so I won't get to employ my techniques on you. And that's just a shame. Well, at least from my perspective anyway. I'd have you begging for mercy and that handsome face and gorgeous body of yours would do you no good. Trust me."

"Trust you? On what? That you think my body is smokin' hot or that you could get me to beg for mercy?"

"Yes," she said matter of factly.

I puffed up my chest and put my hands on my hips ala Superman and said, "Oh, really? Well I'd like to see you try. I'm a former Marine, too, you know." I then struck another goofy Atlas-Shrugged kind of pose and Claire laughed.

"Cute and funny. Well, as I said last time, all the good ones are taken."

"Hold on there!" I said. "I'm not gonna let you change the subject and get away with leaving your bold taunt hanging out there unchallenged that easily. I want to know how you think you'd get me to beg for mercy."

Claire looked up long enough to smile and say, "You're forgetting. I know your secrets. So it would be game over before it started."

"My secrets?" I asked less out of curiosity than to just hear her say it. I'd pretty much let the cat out of the bag when we spoke in June.

"Uh, huh," she replied while still not looking at me. "I'd just show up having had my hair and makeup done, wear a very sexy sweater with a short skirt and heels, then ask you for a light. It'd be game over just like that."

I moaned and said, "Okay. You're killin' me here. You win. I'd cave in a New York minute." I waited for her to look up again then asked her, "You didn't forget anything I shared with you, did you?"

She looked back at her screen and said, "Nope. Girls tend to remember every word a guy they like says. Especially if they have a huge crush on him." She didn't bother looking up or wait for me to reply. She just said, "So that'll be $7.48."


Offering Me Claire Ch. 01



I handed her the check which she took without looking at me. She dropped it in the till then said, "I want another cigarette, so if you want to find out more about my special methods, you'll have to sit outside with me. And as I recall from our last talk, you won't mind watching me smoke." She logged off, grabbed her purse, and said, "So are you going to join me or not?"

I'd stopped blushing a few years ago but there was a time when I'd have flamed on beet read over that comment. I'd told Claire about my smoking fetish after she told me she really wanted to quit and why. It wasn't that she wanted to quit. She actually really enjoyed smoking. If was just that she'd begun to think it was the reason she wasn't getting dates with the kinds of guys she found attractive. Like a little puppy dog, I followed her outside. It was warm and sunny and Claire looked so damn cute. She wasn't wearing anything I liked, but even so, she was still smokin' hot. And smoking—hot-ly.

She lit a cigarette then exhaled a beautiful stream of smoke and said, "After our talk a couple of months ago, I decided the problem wasn't with me smoking but with the kind of guys I was looking for." She took another huge drag before continuing. "Our conversation made me start wondering how many guys there are like you who think girls like me are...sexy?"

I answered her question by saying, "Sexy is an understatement. You, without smoking, are sexy. You are very cute. No, make that—hot. In fact, you are perhaps the most attractive girl I know. But for a guy like me who finds girls who smoke to be a 'must have', you are off-the-charts desirable. If you don't understand the power of the smoking fetish, then you'll never realize how desirable you are."

Claire took two more long hits while I spoke then said, "I guess I really didn't realize how much you're into it. I honestly had no idea it was that big a deal. I thought it was just a kind of little kink or something only you were into." We sat there for a few minutes as Claire smoked and I watched. She finished her cigarette and said, "You don't mind if I have one more, do you?"

I smiled and said, "To answer your question directly, I'd sit her all day and watch you smoke. But more importantly, I haven't forgotten you just told me you have a crush on me. I may be a guy, but I am capable of listening—occasionally—and I definitely heard you say that. So if you're trying to use smoking as a way to tempt me, then you're either very smart or very evil—or both. Are you a bad girl, Claire?"

Claire laughed and said, "I can be. Bad, that is. Since we talked, I stopped thinking about me as the problem. Or more specifically, me smoking. I started thinking I just needed to find the right guy." She inhaled very deeply then looked right at me and said, "Then I realized I'd already found him."

I played along and said, "So you've met someone you like, find attractive, and who is okay with you smoking. That's wonderful. He's a very lucky guy."

She finished her cigarette with two back-to-back double pumps and a monstrously large exhale and said, "He could be." She looked away again then said quietly, "If he wanted to, that is."

I laughed softly and Claire said, "Is that funny to you? It took a lot of courage to get up the nerve to tell you how I feel and share this with you. I didn't expect to be laughed at."

I could hear genuine hurt in her voice so I stood up and moved to her bench and sat next to her. I put my hand on hers and said, "I wasn't trying to be mean. I just wasn't sure if you were serious or not so I was being playful to avoid getting my own feelings hurt in case you were just...well, I don't know. But if I hurt your feelings, I'm very sorry. If that really is how you feel about me, then I'm very flattered, Claire. Is it? Do you feel that way about me even though I'm married?"

Without turning to look at me she said very quietly, "Yes."

I squeezed her hand and she slipped her fingers inside of mine. I reached up with my free hand and brushed her hair back. "I'm also very attracted to you, Claire. I'm just not sure where to go from here because I really do love my wife."

It seemed like every girl I ever knew cried. Okay, sure. They're girls. I get it. Claire was no exception. Claire said quietly, "I find myself thinking about you all the time. It's crazy, I know. I do know you're married, and I understand I don't have a chance with you, but I can't stop thinking about you." She was blinking back tears and I didn't have any tissues with me. I reached up and brushed away what I could then Claire dabbed the rest away with a tiny hanky she hand in her purse. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry or to do...this...to you."

I pulled her closer and she laid her head on my shoulder. "May I ask you something very personal?"

"Sure. Why not. I've already humiliated myself. How could it get any worse?"

"Would you ever consider being involved in an open relationship?"

Claire sat up and looked at me then asked, "What do you mean by open?"

I spent the next few minutes explaining how Kate had agreed to be with another man (I left out the fact that he was only 18 and barely out of high school) and that we'd both enjoyed it very much.

"Are you asking me to be a part of a threesome with you guys?" 

I didn't hear any hint of judgment or condemnation so I answered her question. "I'm really very attracted to you to you, Claire. But as I said, I won't leave my wife and as much as I'd love to be with you, I couldn't have an affair. And believe me, you're the first and only woman who's been able to temp me to think about it. But this would be a way for us to be together without lying and sneaking around. You have no idea how much I wish there was some other way I could be with you, but I just can't."

"I understand. I was just being so...childish...hoping you might feel the same way as I do and that well, maybe you'd want to, you know..."

"I do want to. Believe me. You have no idea how much. But I could never cheat on my wife."

Claire was looking straight ahead as she spoke. "How would that not be cheating? If you and I have sex, isn't that cheating?"

I explained to Claire the way Kate and I saw the world. "We don't believe in God so we humans make our own morality. If we both agree to share ourselves with someone else then it isn't cheating. That only happens when one person goes behind the other one's back and has an affair." 

She sat quietly for a minute or so then turned to me and asked, "Is your wife into women?" Again, it wasn't judgmental. It was a sincere question asked with genuine curiosity.

"I'm not really sure. She says she's not but she's very much into um...pleasing me. I'm going to share something very personal here with you if that's okay."

"Of course," Claire said. 

"Kate has her own kind of needs. Mine are fairly simple. I like attractive girls who wear pretty sweaters and who enjoy smoking. Hers are very different."

"How so?" she asked as she reached for another cigarette. I lit it for her and she thanked me before taking a first long drag.

"Kate is very...submissive. She needs to do things that make me happy in order for her to be happy. Does that make any sense?" I asked.

"This isn't going to come out the way I want it to but I took a class called Abnormal Psychology last year. I learned a lot about the different kinds of things people need outside of the so-called traditional model of love, marriage, sex, and children. It really opened my eyes. I had no idea people liked doing things like you know, getting spanked and being tied up and that sort of thing. Is that what your wife is into?"

I smiled and said, "If only you knew!"

Claire exhaled a long plume of smoke and said, "Knew what? What am I missing here?"

"I'm going to tell you this because you need to know it just in case, you know, you might want to consider joining us sometime." Claire didn't react negatively so I continued. "Kate is one of those people, Claire. She really likes being paddled and tied up and..."

"Oh, my God! Are you serious?" Claire said. She was laughing but not to ridicule Kate. It was more of a nervous laughter when I told her Kate is like the unnamed people she'd studied in her psych class.

"Very serious. In fact, she's become almost obsessed with it lately. I'm fairly confident she would be very um...open...to the idea of bringing in another woman if I could convince her I'm not going to fall in love with her.

Claire finished her cigarette and said, "But you have to know that doesn't mean she—this other woman—might not fall in love with you."

"She would have to know going in that that's not going to happen. Falling in love is part of a traditional romance and that's what I have with Kate. Admittedly, it's anything but traditional in one sense, but there is still a traditional aspect to it and that's the part about not cheating or falling in love with anyone else."

"So basically, this would just be sex then. Is that right?" she asked.

"Yes. Well...almost."

"What does that mean?" Claire asked me.

"With the guy we brought in, it was just sex. With you, it would be something more."

"But you still wouldn't fall in love with me."

"I believe we can love more than one person, Claire. I love my wife but it would be easy for me to love you, too. I just wouldn't leave my wife in order to marry you. That's as honest and as open as I can be. I'm sure it's not enough for you and I understand if you want to try and find that guy like me who can offer you love and a ring and..."

"I'm in," Claire said. "If this is the only way I can be with you, then I'm in."

Claire turned toward me and said, "Now it's my turn to be honest. I have more than a crush on you. I...I think I love you. I know that's crazy. I know it's irrational. I know it's very sophomoric. But it's how I feel. And if doing this will make you love me, too, then I have to try. I know you may not ever leave your wife and I promise I won't do anything to destroy your marriage, but if you do fall in love with me, then I will fight to take you away. So if you can live with how I feel then I'm willing to risk trying and failing. But I want to be with you and if that means having to be with your wife, too, then I'll do it."

"There's a third person involved here, too, Claire. Everything hinges on her agreeing to this. I know she's very jealous of me but I also know she desperately wants and needs to do things to please me. That's why she said yes to another guy. I won't guilt her into saying yes, but I do plan to tell her how I feel. There is one thing I can't work around without lying, though."

"What's that?" Claire asked.

"I can't tell her I know you and that I...that I think...well, that I think you're the most beautiful woman I've even known."

Claire reached out and took my hand this time. "I want you to kiss me so bad I can't stand it," she said. "This is all so wrong and so crazy but I don't really care. So if I need to tell a lie, then I will. Just tell me what to say, okay?"

"I'll post on ad on Craig's List. I'll sort through all the replies and select you. When we meet, we don't know one another. You just thought this would be very hot—especially the part about Kate being a submissive woman—and you wanted to try something new and different."

"I've never been with another woman let alone one who has...special needs."

"I have some ideas. Some things to kind of sweeten the pot for Kate. I'll text you as this develops and let you know first of all whether it's going to happen and then, if so, how to prepare. The main thing is to somehow convince Kate to ask me to make love to you. And I think I have just the thing we need to make that happen."

"Does your wife check your cell phone?" Claire asked me.

"No. Never. In fact, can you go ahead and put your number in it for me."

"Sure. Let me have it," she said. She punched in her number and handed it back to me.

"So what now?" she wanted to know.

"We wait. I need time to set this up. Time for Kate to come around to wanting to do this."

"I'm not very good at waiting. I've been waiting since 10th grade, though, so I guess a few more days won't be...that hard."

We stood up and I walked Claire back to the library. Just before we went inside I remembered the way she hugged me the last time so I decided to try for a repeat performance. I can't justify what I did, but I can easily explain it. I'm a shit. I was in love with my wife, but it was as though a switch had been flipped like with the Mormon Church, and I wanted to break all the rules. Not because I didn't love her but because well...I'm a shit. (I've never been satisfied with any relationship since but that's another story. Oh, right! I've written about most of those, too.) 

I had my hand on the door but didn't open it. I held it there for a moment then let go and waited for her to look at me. She had her hands together and said, "What? Are you going to let me in or not?"

Our eyes met and locked on one another's. I reached out and put my hands on her upper arms and said, "You know, you really are beautiful, Claire." 

She looked down and said very quietly, "Thank you."

"Would you mind if I kissed you goodbye?" I said as I moved slightly closer.

"That might not be...I mean maybe we should wait until..."

As she was speaking, I leaned in and as I did our eyes met again and as mine closed, so did hers. I kissed her softly on her beautiful, full lips. No tongue. Just a two-second, open-mouth kiss.

"I'll text you soon, okay?" I said after I pulled back. She was clearly very surprised by my actions but she also clearly wasn't at all upset by them. She most likely just wasn't sure whether or not she should do anything or just stand there.

"Okay," was all she said.

"You taste so wonderful, Claire. That was amazing." 

I turned to walk away as Claire reached out and grabbed my arm. She pulled me back toward her and put her hand behind my head pulling me toward her warm, smoky mouth. She kissed me hard, long, and passionately. Her tongue was warm and tasted of smoke and I wanted to fuck her so bad it was killing me.

"Don't forget you kissed me first," she said as she broke the kiss. "And don't forget that I'm falling in love with you. I can only play fair for so long," she told me.

Reluctantly, we let go of one another and I opened the door for her before I headed home. I sent Kate a text and told her I wanted to take things to the next level in the bedroom. Her response was off-the-charts excited! I'm going shopping during my lunch break! There's something I want you to see. Can't wait to see you soon! LuvU!

Kate got home every day about 5:15. She left the office at 5 o'clock then walked across a very large parking lot which served several buildings in the complex where her tariff services office was located. It took her a few minutes to get down the elevator and outside. Then she would light a cigarette and begin walking back to the house which was just across the street from what we called "Pavement City."

I was doing some more research about B&D on-line when she came in. She was always, always in such a good mood and I looked forward to seeing her every day. She came in, saw me, and smiled her beautiful smile. "Hi! How was your day, honey?" she asked me. She came over and gave me a very long, very smoky kiss that made me moan. "I missed you today," she said playfully. "I was a very bad girl today so perhaps you could punish me later tonight?" Her voice was so hopeful and after today I knew I had to say 'yes.'

"I think that can be arranged," I told her. "What did you do that was so...bad?"

She reached into her purse and pulled out a brown paper bag and handed it to me. "I found this at a bookstore today on my lunch break."

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Take a look and see!" she said happily. 

I pulled out a very thin book that was more a book-let called The Joys of Submission. There was a leather-clad man holding a crop and a woman whose hands and feet were bound with a gag ball in her mouth kneeling at his feet.

"Wow! This is some kinky shit, honey. You had the nerve to walk in and buy this?"

"Yes, I did!" she exclaimed proudly. "There are just so many other things we haven't tried yet. I didn't have time to read through them all but the ones I did look at made me SO wet and SO horny. So that's why I need to be punished tonight. See how bad you good-girl wife was today?" 

Kate was genuinely excited and very proud of herself. "Why don't we have a glass of wine and take it outside so we can look through it together?" I suggested.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Kate bubbled. "Let me get a new pack of cigarettes. I had about 15 in the pack I took to work and they're already gone. I was just so turned on today thinking about you and me and me smoking for you and now...this. Are you excited, honey?"

I wasn't turned on by the B&D stuff itself, but I was very excited about the prospect of it opening up new doors. Okay, one very specific new door. "Yeah, this looks very interesting," I told her. It did look interesting. That part was true.

It only took her half an hour to finish it. She sat it down and said, "Wow! There a lot of new ideas in here. Some of them really, really turn me on!" She was bubbling with excitement about this, that, and the other. I was listening but not really paying attention.

"Which ones did you like the most?" I asked her.

"All of them," she said immediately. "I mean, there aren't any ideas I didn't like but there were many of them that sound like so much fun. How about you? Which ones do you want to do to/for me?" Kate crawled up on my lap and kissed me while she was smoking.

As I looked through the list I realized this just might be possible! It was essentially a list of things to help a submissive woman feel loved and appreciated by treating her the way she needed to be loved along with a few paragraphs on each as to how to make it happen. For her, love was pleasing her dominant partner. If Kate would willingly submit to any or all of the things on this list (which was very extensive) then it followed logically that at some point, she'd be ready to accept me fucking another woman or at least sharing her with me. Now that made me hard!

I made sure to do all of the things she loved that night and then asked her if she was ready to take things to the next level. She was so excited she squealed and kicked the bed with both feet very fast. "Yes, yes, and yes! I am so fucking excited!" she said. "Thank you, honey. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much. I can't wait to show you how much. I can't wait for you to decide which of those things you want me to do for you." She kissed me again and again and again. 

So far, so good. 

The next day was Friday and the following Monday I'd be back in school. I wanted to set the wheels in motion while I had time to think. Before Kate got home at 5:15, I had what I thought were the basics of a pretty solid plan. I texted Claire with the general outline of my plan and she immediately wrote back, "OMG! That sounds perfect. Can't wait to hear how it goes. Can't wait to be with you." There was big read heart followed by her name.

The first was to exercise control even more control over her by getting her used to doing my will. I had several things in mind.

I was getting hard thinking about my pretty wife coming in and giving me a kiss right after she'd finished a cigarette. Right on schedule, she came in and did just that. "God I love that," I told her as usual.

"Me too," she said. "Smoking and kissing you. I love them both. What do you want for dinner tonight?" she asked.

"Just you," I said. 

"No, silly! Besides that. Sex is like Chinese food. You can eat it all night but never get filled up." I loved it when Kate giggled at her own jokes.




Offering Me Claire Ch. 01



"Speaking of Chinese, let's order take out. I've got a new bottle of your favorite white wine. Sound good?"

"No cooking always sound wonderful," she said happily. Because Kate was so freakin' wonderful and everything I wanted, I should have felt guilty for kissing Claire but because I don't like that emotion, I didn't let it bother me. Claire aside, Kate was so good looking. I wanted to fuck her so bad right then and there it was killing me but that would have to wait.

She was sorting the stack of mostly junk mail when I came up from behind and said, "I love this sweater. You look so good to me." I gently squeezed her boobs. When I did, Kate gasped and set the mail down.

"I thought we were going to have dinner first," she moaned.

"We are. I just couldn't help myself. Let's go outside and talk, okay? I have an idea."

"Does it involve you, me, and the list by any chance?" she asked hopefully.

"Why yes, it does," I told her as I squeezed her soft tits.

"Well, in that case, let's go talk."

Kate sat on my lap and smoked so she could kiss me which we both really enjoyed. "So what's this new idea?" she inquired.

"I think the first thing we need to do is put my stamp of approval on you."

"Mmmm. I like the way you think. What kind of 'thing' might this be?" she asked as she exhaled then kissed me.

"You need a tattoo," I announced.

"You mean like a tramp stamp?" she asked excitedly. "Do you want me to have one for you? Because if you do, I would love to get one. Do you know why?" she asked as she exhaled another long, heavy plume.

"Because you're such a slut?" I said playfully.

"Uh, huh. Exactly. Because I am a slut. And I like being one. Not as much as I like smoking or having you fuck me or tie me up, but I do like being your slut. So do you want to stamp your tramp?" She was really getting into this.

"I do. And I'm also thinking about another sign of ownership."

Kate finished her cigarette and said, "I'm so fucking wet right now. What else are you planning for me?"

"I want you to get a tongue stud and work your way up to a very large ball."

Kate squirmed on my lap. "That will really hurt," she said.

"So will getting your tramp stamp."

"I know," she said happily. "I'm not sure I can wait for you to fuck me. I'm getting so turned on by all of this don't think I can stand it much longer. I don't know what got into you but I love it! I've wanted you to do things like this to me for so long but I'm still kind of shy about asking for what I want."

"I understand that and that's my fault," I told her. "I need to be more aggressive." Kate moaned. "In fact," I said, "I need to be more dominant with you and just take what I need and demand what I what."

"Oh, Jesus fucking God. I'm going to cum in my panties." 

"The third thing is I'm going to collar you, too. Whenever you're home with me you'll wear it. We'll find something you can wear in public to take its place."

Kate's eyes were closed and I could see she was dreaming about my cock and my riding crop. She started reaching for my belt buckle. I grabbed her hand and said, "Uh, uh. You don't get to decide when I fuck you anymore."

She pulled her hand back immediately and said, "I'm very sorry, honey. I should know better." She was breathing very rapidly and I knew this was getting to her.

"The booklet you gave me had a lot of good ideas in it but keep in mind we're only going to do the ones I choose. Do you understand that, Kate?"

"Yes," she said demurely. "I understand." 

"You'll continue wearing sweaters but not just most days. That will now be every day. Is that also clear?" Kate nodded. "And I expect you to smoke no less than a full pack each day. More is better but an entire pack is your minimum. Any questions on that?" 

"No, sir," she said sweetly.

"I'll be adding in new requirements as we go along but these are your minimums for now. I will punish you or reward you depending on how well you fulfill them. Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?" Kate said.

"Tomorrow I'll also be taking you to the beauty salon. You'll take a seat and I'll instruct the stylist how to cut and color your hair."

"Yes, of course. That's how it should be. I want to look pretty for you."

"Are you happy, honey?" I asked her.

Kate nodded. "Very. I'm nervous and excited but yes, I am very happy. You can't imagine how often I think about this stuff and for the longest time I've dreamed about you showing more interest in what I like, but how can a submissive wife tell her husband what she wants him to do? If I have to ask, then it isn't as fun so this was just so worth waiting for. Now all I need is for you to tell me what you want so I can do it for you."

"I'm glad you're happy. You've always done everything I want to make me feel that way, so it's a pleasure to be able to do these things for you."

Just then we heard the doorbell ring. "Go answer the door and get dinner ready for us. When we're through, I have some new things to use on you in bed. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you with them tonight."

Kate was beside herself with happiness. She kissed me again then slid off my lap and went and did as she was told. We had a very pleasant dinner talking about her day, my upcoming school year, and about taking her for her haircut, piercing, and tattoo the next day. I made sure to give her a lot of what she wanted that evening. I tied her hands and feet to the bed and blindfolded her. I alternated between swatting her boobs and her pussy with the riding crop and using my finger vibrator on her which she dearly loved. I made her say her owner's name over and over popping her for not saying the right way or loudly enough then buzzing her clit when she did it right. Kate came four separate times and had never seemed happier. I told her to suck me off and swallow my cum which she did with great joy. "See, all gone!" she proudly exclaimed after she swallowed the last drop of my load.

"Good girl!" I told her. "Your reward is getting your tramp stamp and your tongue pierced tomorrow." She purred with pleasure as she snuggled up to me and lit a last cigarette of the day. "Oh, and at some point, I may want you to get your pussy and your nipples pierced, too."

Once again, Kate groaned, "Oh, my God! I am so in love with you!"

Between the GI Bill and Kate's job, we'd managed to put away a modest amount of money. We dropped a good deal of it one day, but it was all worth it. When I brought Kate home she was a different girl. The tattoo I chose for her lower back read: Obedient Slut. We had it done it a very fancy script and Kate loved it. We had her tongue pierced in the same shop after she got her tramp stamp. We asked how long she would need to wear each size before she could be increased and we got a general schedule from the chick her did the piercing. I'm not sure why, but I was actually really looking forward to her having a very large silver ball in her mouth. For some reason, that turned me on. The tramp stamp was for her and her alone. When the local wore off her tongue was really sore but she was so happy to do what she believed I wanted, she didn't care. In fact, she told me twice how much she was learning to enjoy that kind of pain. 

My favorite part of the day was taking my little slut wife to the beauty salon and selecting her new hair style. When we arrived, I told her to go sit down when the stylist asked if she could help us. I'd told her to tell the girl before she did, "He's choosing my color and style so please do whatever he says is okay with me."

Because her hair was so dark, I assumed there was no way to make turn her into a blonde. I've always preferred darker hair, but I wanted to give Kate a cheap, slutty look. The girl who helped us said that hadn't true for many years and that she could make Kate any shade of blonde I wanted and that it would look great. Her hair was just over shoulder length and she wore it in a soft, gentle wave that I loved but I wanted to change the color and style. I liked long hair, but I also really liked a few short hair styles and that's what I wanted for Kate. From long and brunette to short and blonde.

I chose a very short haircut that was smooth on top and short on the sides, but not cut as close as a guy's hair. It was still very feminine and in spite of my best efforts, it was cute as hell. It not only didn't look cheap, it made Kate as sexy as I'd ever seen her. What really amazed me is how convincing the color looked. Until the roots started growing out, no one would know she wasn't blonde by birth.

When we got home, I told Kate to go take a shower and change into my favorite skirt and sweater. An hour later, she came out of the bedroom wearing this very light blue cashmere sweater, a very short black skirt, a pair of 4" spiked heels with barely black stockings, and gold jewelry. Her makeup was perfect and I felt like I was with another woman. I thought to myself that if I played my cards right, I would be in perhaps a couple of weeks if not sooner.

While Kate was in the shower I texted Claire and told her about our day. She said she glad this was working, but she was growing very impatient. She told me she wanted to see me very soon, but I told her firmly the earliest that could happen was Monday at the UW. She wasn't happy to hear that but knew she'd have to wait. I told her she'd need patience because this was still very new to us and getting Kate to let me do anything I wanted wouldn't happen overnight.

"Come here, Katie," I told her. Without hesitation, Kate stood in front of me. "Kneel down in front of me and put your hands behind your back." Instant compliance.

I reached into a bag I had next to me and removed a box. "Do you know what's inside, honey?" I asked her.

"No, sir," she said.

I opened it and as I did I watched Kate's eyes grow wide. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. Is that for me, sir?"

"Of course it is. But it comes with conditions. Before we begin this adventure, you need to select a safe word. It can't be something like "STOP!" because you may say 'stop' but want me to continue. If you use the safe word, the activity is immediately paused. If you want to completely terminate the activity, say the word twice. Is that perfectly clear, my love?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now let me point out that if you ever terminate an activity I choose for you or me or us, then it will jeopardize the entire lifestyle for us. I will honor your request, but it will be a breach we may not be able to fill. So do you understand how serious using the word twice may be?"

"I understand, sir."

"Very good. This collar signifies that I own you. That means I can ask you to do anything I want or that I can do anything I want to you and you must willingly allow it. This includes giving you to other men." Kate moaned softly as I said that. "Or if I so choose, to other women. You don't have to accept my collar but if you do, you agree to those terms and you will wear it at all times when you're home unless you're taking a shower. Do you understand the terms and accept them?"

"Yes, sir. I do."

I didn't like the large, heavy spiked collars that seemed popular in the B&D world. This was a nice-looking leather choker that had a cameo in front, so it was actually a collar, but I preferred it because it was more feminine and pretty. Kate was thrilled with it.

"I don't want to be your master, Katie Kate. I'm your husband. You may continue to say 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir' to me but you don't have to unless I am angry with you or punishing you. Never refer to me as your master. You are now my slave, however, and should you violate any rules you will be severely punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," she said demurely.

"Are you happy?" I asked as I reached out and stroked her pretty face.

"I have never been happier in my entire life, sir. I feel like I've finally found purpose in life. I love every aspect of this and I want to be a good and obedient slave for you, honey."

"Then stand up and go make dinner for us." Kate got on her feet and I told her, "Katie? You are more beautiful than I've ever seen you. I love your new hair color and style and that's my favorite skirt and sweater combination. I wish I had someone here right now to share you with."

"Thank you, sir. All that matters to me is that you like it. That makes me very happy. May I go make dinner for you now?"

"One question. How many cigarettes have you smoked today? Are you going to get to 20 or will I have to punish you for that?

"I've lost track, sir. May I go check?" I gave her permission. When she looked she said, "I've only had eight so far."

"Then you have a lot of work left to do today, don't you? But you have to get dinner ready for me, too. That means you have less than four hours to finish 12 more."

"I understand, sir. Thank you for allowing me to have so much time."

Kate was absolutely loving this. She started dinner, went outside and chain smoked two cigarettes, came in and finished dinner then poured us a glass of wine which we took outside. Kate smoked pretty much continuously for two hours and had finished her quota before we went back inside.

I rewarded her with handcuffs and lots of cropping on her boobs and pussy. I also used my finger vibrator to bring to orgasm twice before I fucked her hard and came in her pussy. I didn't take the handcuffs off that night and no surprise, she never asked. She gladly accepted her fate. I wasn't really into the whole B&D thing, but I had to admit some aspects of it were pretty hot. 

I made Kate keep the cuffs on the next morning until she'd peed then had a cup of coffee and three cigarettes on the patio. When I removed them she said softly, "Thank you, sir."

While she showered, I texted Claire and gave her the latest update. She was very excited. "She agreed to let you do anything you want? So when do I get to have you? Heart, Claire."

I told her that since we were both back in school as of today, it would have to wait until Saturday evening. My course load was a bitch and I knew I'd be in class or studying some 12 hours a day, six days a week. I didn't mind at all, though. I loved math, physics, and engineering, and although it took up most of my time, it was a means to an end I'd wanted for several years. And it gave me a legitimate excuse to take a break from playing Kate's games all night. I'd still need to keep her interest up but I wouldn't have time to be personally involved.

Since I had more sex than I wanted (yeah, I know—tough life) I never jacked off. But the thought of fucking Claire while Kate watched or even forcing her to take my cock and put it in Claire's pussy and then suck off her juices turned me on so much I couldn't leave Mr. Happy alone. I shot a huge load all over the shower floor and watched the hot water dissolve it as it slid down the drain.

As expected, the first week was busy. Only the first day was reasonably light. I managed to spend an hour wife Claire around 10am. She was wearing a very sexy brick red-colored sweater and a pair of tight jeans. Her hello kiss nearly pulled me off my feet. "I hate waiting!" she said. "This better be worth it." She tried to pretend she was only teasing but I could tell she also meant it. We sat out in the quad and she smoked while we talked. 

She asked me all about Kate and how things were going. Somehow, the topic of my sweater fetish/preference thingy came up again and she asked me what she wanted me to wear Saturday. I described what I like most in some detail and Claire said, "I have several things you'll really like. Do you mind if I choose which one?"

I laughed and said, "I already have a slave. I'm not looking for a second. I'm sure I'll love whatever you choose." We sat there and made out for ten minutes or so before I had to go back to class. 

"Can't you skip class the first day and come back to my apartment?" she begged.

"Claire. We discussed this. That's cheating and you're gonna have to wait until Saturday."

"What do you call kissing me here then if it isn't cheating?"

I looked her and said, "Pointing out hypocrisy on a small scale doesn't mean I'm going to cave on a larger scale."

Claire's eyes were twinkling as she said, "You're not only cute as hell, you're too damn smart for me. Okay, I give up. I'll wait."

"Patience, okay? This will happen. And remember, you may need to give Kate some pleasure when you come over. Is that okay?"

"It's not my thing," Claire said, "but if it's the way I get to you, then that'll be fine."

We kissed goodbye and I promised to keep her updated.

I used every spare moment to keep Kate wired. I gave her tasks to complete, made her expose herself briefly on the front porch while getting the paper, and used all of her favorite 'toys' in bed to strengthen our new bond.

When Saturday afternoon rolled around I told Kate to touch up her roots and to wear another of my favorite outfits. I let her know that tonight was going to be her first big test of her agreement.

"While there be other people involved, sir?" she asked with some trepidation.

"There will but that's all you're allowed to know." She later told me she was anticipating two or more men to DP her but that wasn't the case. However, once she put that thought in my mind, it didn't take long to find someone to help me do just that to her. I took her ass while her date fucked her pussy long and hard then came all over her pretty face.

Claire was due to arrive at 8 o'clock. I asked not to arrive early and explained why. At 7:50, I called out, "Kate? Come! Present yourself to me."

She walked toward me quickly then fell to her knees and put her hands behind her back. I told her I was pleased with her choice of clothes. "I love the light pink sweater and gray skirt. I'm also pleased you chose your six inch heels without being asked." 

"Thank you, sir. I knew you would like to see me wear them when I do whatever you've planned for me tonight."

"Good girl," I said as I stroked her face. She pushed her face against my hand as I gave her affection.

"I have a special surprise for you, sweetheart," I announced.

"I can't wait to see it, sir," she said.

I grabbed a box from the kitchen countertop and produced a black leather mask with a zipper in back. It had holes for her nostrils and her mouth. It would cover her entire head, face, eyes, and part of her neck. Her collar would still be visible.

I held it up and showed it to her. "You'll be wearing this tonight, my slave. Do you like it?"

Kate groaned with pleasure. "Very much, sir."

"I'm going to put it on you then I'm going to take you to the bedroom and tie you to the bed."

"Yes, sir," was all she said. Kate's voice was trembling with excitement. I pulled and tugged and finally got the mask over her face.

"You may adjust it until it's comfortable," I told her. Kate reached up and pulled and straightened it until it was just right. "Does that feel good, Katie, honey?"

"Yes, sir. It's perfect. Thank you for letting me wear this, sir. I love it very much."

"You're a good girl, Katie. Now give me your hand and let's get you immobilized, shall we? Do you need to pee first? I won't let you go again for several hours."

"Yes, sir. I can pee now."

I led Kate into the bathroom so she could relieve herself. She groped for the toilet paper and wiped her bald pussy clean as I watched.

"Did you shave your pussy close today?"

"Yes, sir," she told me. I flushed the toilet for her then took her hand and led her to our bedroom.

"Lay down and spread your arms and legs nice and wide for me." She did just that.

I used strips of silk to securely tie her hands and feet to the bed frame. "Is that okay?" I asked her.

"Yes, sir. It feels very nice."

"Good girl," I told her. I kissed her softly and said, "This is going to be very new for you, sweetheart. Remember you can use the safe word at any time." For some reason, she'd chosen the word 'Zorro' as her safe word. Okay. Whatever, right? It was her word.




Offering Me Claire Ch. 01



Before I left the room, I made sure she knew I was laying the riding crop, paddle, and two dildos between her legs along with the finger vibrator. I looked down and noticed her skirt was covering her pussy so I reached down and lifted it up and back to expose it. "There we go, honey. Much better, right?"

"Yes, sir," Kate said. Her breathing was already very heavy as I walked out.

When I stepped into the living room, I saw headlights in front of our apartment. I peeked out through the curtains and saw Claire get out of her compact car. I opened the door and went outside to meet her. We kissed for a good while then she said, "Can I come in?"

"Not yet," I told her. I spoke quietly as I said, "Kate is tied to the bed and she has no idea who's coming."

"Kinky!" Claire said. "She will as soon as she sees me. Do you like it?" Claire pulled open her coat to show me what she wore. She had on a gorgeous long-sleeved rib-knit, cream colored sweater with a very low neckline, no bra, a green skirt, and tan colored heels. She wore gold earrings and a gold necklace and my motor was revved.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I said. "You are so gonna get fucked tonight!"

"I better!" she said. "I've been waiting for years for this night."

"When we first go in, don't say anything. I'll walk you into the bedroom and introduce you. Remember, she's your slave, too, but be nice to her. Win her over with tenderness, compliments, and affection. You can tell her what to do but don't me mean, okay?"

"Okay, sure. This is the weirdest thing I've ever done." Just before I opened the door she said, "But it's exciting as hell! I can hardly wait to have my own slave as much as I can hardly wait to finally make love with you." I kissed her again then let her inside.

I'd kept Claire as up-to-date as possible on Kate so I didn't feel the need to say anything else. I took her coat and gave her another admiring look then took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I gave her the "shh" sign as we walked in. 

"Katie, honey? Our guest is here. Introduced yourself and say hello."

Kate's voice was trembling as she spoke. "Good evening. My name is Kate. I'm very pleased to meet you."

Claire looked my way and I nodded to her. "Good evening, Kate. My name is Claire. It's very nice to um...see you."

Kate flinched the moment she heard a woman's voice. I saw her breathing get faster and her chest was heaving up and down.

"You have a very beautiful body," Claire said as she sat down next to Kate on the bed. 

Kate didn't respond. She was breathing as hard as I'd ever seen before.

Claire pulled Kate's skirt up even higher then said, "Oh, my. You have such a pretty little bald pussy." She ran her tiny hand over it up and down two or three times then said, "Do you like that?"

Kate nodded and I said, "Answer our guest, Kate."

"Yes," she said.

"Yes ma'am," I corrected her.

Claire kept stroking her. "Yes...ma'am," Kate whimpered.

"Katie?" Claire said as she continued stroking Kate's wet pussy. "You have something I want," Claire said in wicked voice. "Well, actually, you have two things I want. Do you know what they are?" she said tormenting her while pleasuring her with her small fingers.

"No, ma'am," Kate managed to say.

"Well, I'm playing with one of them. Do you like this, Kate?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kate said. Her breathing wasn't as deep but she was still breathing very fast.

Claire slid up along side Kate's masked face and said, "I understand you enjoy smoking. Is that true?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kate told her.

"Very nice. Then we're going to have a cigarette. Would you like that?" Claire said as she stroked the leather on the side of Kate's face.

"Yes ma'am."

Claire grabbed her purse and pulled out a cigarette. It wasn't Kate's brand but I was sure she wouldn't mind. Claire smoked Marlboro Reds which were much stronger than Kate's Virginia Slim menthol lights. She lit it and took a very deep drag. Her exhale was amazing! "Here you go, sweetheart," Claire said as she held the filter to Kate's lips. Kate inhaled hungrily and exhaled her own very heavy stream of smoke. "Did you like that, honey?" Claire said kindly.

"Yes, ma'am."

They shared the entire cigarette and then Claire said, "I'm going to kiss you now. Is that okay, honey?"

Kate let her know it was. I was rock hard watching them. I started taking off my shirt as Claire kissed my wife softly at first. Both of them had very soft, very full lips and this was a major turn on for me. Then I saw Claire's tongue slip into Kate's mouth. Kate moaned softly then offered hers to Claire. "Good girl," Claire said as they continued to French kiss. Claire ran her hands down Kate's body and gently cupped her breasts followed by some soft squeezing. Kate whimpered.

"Doesn't that feel nice, Kate?" Claire said seductively.

"Yes. That's very nice, ma'am."

She kissed her several more times then slid down between her legs and then rubbed Kate's pussy with her small hand. "Mmmm. You have such a pretty pussy. I love how you keep it nice and shaved. Does your husband like that, Kate?" she asked as she lowered her mouth onto Kate's slit.

"Yes, ma'am." Kate gasped and called out, "Oh, God!"

Claire slowly licked with her tongue while her tiny fingers rolled around Kate's clit. "You taste very nice, Katie. Do you like my tongue in your pussy?"

"Very much, ma'am."

"Katie?" she said as she kept eating her out.

"Yes, ma'am?" Kate gasped.

"There's one more thing I want here tonight. Do you know what that is, honey?"

She increased the pressure causing Kate to arch her back and push against Claire's tongue. "No ma'am. I don't know what it is. Will you please tell me?"

"I will," Claire promised her. "But first I want you to know I don't have to ask you for it. I can just take it. You know that, right, Kate?"

Kate was breathing harder again as Claire lapped from the bottom to the top of Kate's wet pussy. "Yes, ma'am. I have no power."

"That's right," Claire said taunting her "I have all of the power. That's because your husband gave it to me. Do you like that, Kate?"

She didn't answer. I nodded at the riding crop. Claire pulled back and reached for it. "You didn't answer me, Kate. That's not a good girl." Claire laid the crop on Kate's pussy letting her know what was coming. Kate's body tensed in anticipation but Claire kept running the crop on her pussy. Up and down. Side to side. Tormenting her. "You need to be punished, Kate." As the enunciated the 't' in Kate, she brought the crop down hard on Kate's pussy. Once, twice, then a third time.

"Owwww!" Kate shrieked.

"So do you like how your husband gave me all this power, Kate?"

I could see Kate fighting this. She wanted to submit but this was pushing her to new limits. I expected to hear 'Zorro' at any second. Claire surprised me, too, when she popped Kate three more times in a row. Hard and fast.

"Owww. That fucking hurt!" she cried.

"Well, it's only going to get worse, Kate, unless you answer me like you know you should. Do you like how I have all the power? It's a simple question. Answer me."

Kate was at a crossroad. She knew if she stopped this that might very well be the end of everything she loved and needed so badly. She was panting for breath as she finally managed to say, "Yes, ma'am. I like that very much."

"Good girl!" Claire said as she smiled at me. She picked up the finger vibrator and turned it on. "You see. Now you're going to be rewarded." Claire spent the next minute teasing Kate's clit with on and off vibration. "Feels nice, doesn't it, Kate?"

"Yes ma'am. It feels so...nice."

"Would you like to cum, Kate?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to cum so bad!"

"Well, then. You're going to have to give me what else I want. Will you do that, Kate?" Claire intensified the vibration. Kate was very close to coming.

"Yes, ma'aaaam," she cried.

"Do you know what it is I want, sweetheart?" Claire said wickedly.

"Yes..." Kate said. She choked back tears as she said the first word.

"Very good, sweetie. I want to hear you say it out loud. Tell me what else it is I want so badly, will you?" Claire had her right on the verge then pulled back.

"You want...my...you want my...husband."

Claire put the vibrator back on her pussy. "Yes, I do. And did you know he wants me, too?"

"No, ma'am," Kate cried.

"Well he does. Do you know what I'm wearing tonight, Katie?" she asked tormenting her.

"No, ma'am."

"Oh, come on. Guess." Claire removed the vibrator. Kate's chest was heaving up and down.

"A pretty sweater and short skirt with heels?"" Kate gasped.

"Yes! Just like you! That's because your husband asked me to dress like this for him. Did you know that, Kate?"

Claire again touched Kate's pussy with the vibrator.

"No, ma'am. Oh, Gaaaawd!!," Kate screamed.

"So if you want to cum, you have to beg your husband to fuck me. Do you understand?"

Kate pulled hard against her tie downs. "No! You can't have him. He's MY husband. You...you bitch! Let me up now!"

"Uh, uh. No, Kate. I'm going to fuck your husband and you're going to beg him to let me. Do you know why, Katie Kate?" Claire said mocking her as she kept up the pressure with her finger.

"I fucking hate you! Let me up! You can't have my husband. He's mine. Cal, tell her to stop this!"

I said, "You know what to say, honey. Just say it and this stops. Say it twice and Claire leaves. I'll untie you and I'll make you sleep on the couch for a month."

Kate was still struggling and I was getting worried about her breathing. "So what will it be, Kate? Do you want your husband to fuck me or do you want him to move you out onto the couch for a whole, long month? That means no spankings, no handcuffs, no paddling, no crop, no...nothing. It's your choice, Kate. I'll give you one minute to decide."

Claire stood next to me and ran her hands across my bare chest. "Mmmm. You look so good," she said. Kate kicked furiously and I thought she might hurt herself. This went on for nearly a minute before Claire said, "Time's up, Katie Kate. Which will it be? Will you beg your husband to give me his cock or do you sleep alone for a month with no play time? Hmmm?"

Kate was sobbing and making noises as though someone she loved had just died, but she didn't use the safe word. I grabbed some tissues and wiped her snotty nose. She blew into and said through her tears, "Thank you." She stopped flailing and took several deep breaths to calm herself. 

"Katie? I'm waiting."

Kate lay still for another ten seconds or so taking very deep breaths. Finally, she said in a very quiet voice, "Honey? Do you want to make love with Claire?" I looked at Claire and shook my head to indicate not to let Kate ask that.

"Kate? That's not permitted. Your only choice is to beg Cal to fuck me or use the safe word and end this. But because I'm such a benevolent mistress I'll remind you we won't be making love. He'll just be fucking me. If you don't answer now, I will take it as a no and leave and then you can live alone for a month and who knows how much other damage your choice will cause. I can't believe you want your handsome husband to ignore you for an entire month—or more."

Kate sniffed several times, took a few more deep breaths then said, "Honey? Will you...will you...please fuck Claire for me? Please?" 

She tried not to start crying again as I bent over and kissed her as I asked, "Will that make you happy, sweetheart?" 

Kate nodded her head and said, "Yes, sir. Will you please fuck Claire tonight in our bed? It would make me so happy."

"Yes, I will, honey. You're such a good, obedient slave. I love you so much."

Kate choked back tears as she said, "I love...I love you...too."

"I'm going to untie you, Katie. When I do, you slide over to your right and lay there while I fuck Claire. You can use the finger vibrator as much as you want. Do you understand?"

"Yes...sir," she whimpered. We untied Kate's hands and feet and she slid over as she was told. 

Claire handed her the vibrator and kissed her. "Cal's cock is going to feel so much better inside my pussy than this little thing will feel on your clit but it's better than laying there just listening, right?" I gave Claire the skunk eye and she mouthed, "Sorry. Was that too much?"

"Sorry, Katie. That was very mean of me. Give me your hand. Kate lifted up her hand and Claire put it on her sweater. Feel my sweater? Feel the ribbed knitting just the way Cal likes? I'm going to leave this on while he fucks me. Oh, I'm not wearing a bra or panties, by the way. Now have fun with yourself while your handsome husband fucks ME."

I knew Claire was very jealous of Kate and I expected she'd take a shot like that at some point. As bad as it should have made me feel, all I could think about was Claire's warm, wet pussy.

For the next several minutes, Claire and I kissed and petted one another. Then she unbuckled my pants which I kicked off and let fall to the floor. Kate was motionless but no longer crying. "Oh, my God! Your cock is beautiful. Oh, my God! I can't wait for you to fuck me with it."

Claire slid down and took me in her mouth. She was very loud and the slurping was fantastic. "Mmmm. Your husband's cock is wonderful, Kate. Thank you for begging him to fuck me with it. I love it!" She deep-throated me until she gagged.

I pushed her down underneath me and ate her out until she came. Claire screamed so loud the neighbors had to have heard. Screaming wasn't unusual in our bedroom but that was the loudest sound that ever came out of it.

"Mmmmm. Fuck me. I want you cock. Please! Please fuck me!" Claire begged.

Kate suddenly took the vibrator and started buzzing her clit. She gasped as Claire asked me to fuck her.

"Turn on your side toward us, Katie," I told her. She did just that.

"Now reach out your hand and grab my cock," I said. She groped around and found it.

"Now help me put it in Claire's pussy," I ordered.

"Yes, sir," Kate said. She wasn't exactly sure which way to go but I raised and lowered myself until the alignment was right. 

"Good girl," I told my wife. "Okay, honey. That's perfect. Now play with yourself and keep your face turned toward us just like that while I fuck her pussy."

"Yes, sir," Kate moaned.

I entered Claire who screamed again. Not quite as loudly this time but the noise was substantial. "Oh, fucking God above! Jesus Christ. Oh, fuck! Yes! Finally. Oh, God that feels so fucking GOOD!"

I hammered Claire for a couple of minutes then pulled out. "Open your mouth, Katie," I directed. Kate opened wide in anticipation. "Suck all of her pussy juice off my cock." Kate took me deep in her mouth and sucked, licked and cleaned until I told her that was enough. "Wasn't that nice, honey?" I asked her.

"Mmmm. Yes, sir. I loved that."

Kate was frantically pleasuring herself using the vibrator with one hand and her index finger from the other.

I had Claire turn over and fucked her doggy until she came again then had Kate clean off one more time.

I literally threw Claire over and back down on her back and mounted her with a fury. Her eyes were filled with a kind of romantic fear and excitement. I drilled her furiously until I was ready to cum. Claire sensed it and she came again, too. I pulled out and directed my load all over her beautiful face then collapsed on the bed next to her. Claire was panting heavily and her face was glazed with a huge amount of my cum.

Just then Kate came very hard. She moaned and groaned then lay back breathing hard.

"Come here, Kate," Claire said. "Crawl up on top of me." Kate fumbled to find Claire's body then inched her way up toward her face. "My face is covered with Cal's cum. I want you to clean me off."

"Yes, ma'am," Kate said. She probed with her fingers to find Claire's nose and mouth and as she did, she got cum all over them. She licked them clean the began doing the same to Claire's face from chin to forehead, from right to left.

"Did she miss any?" Claire asked. 

"Nope. She did a very good job," I said after lifting myself up to check.

"Lay on your back, Kate," Claire ordered. "You were such a good girl, you deserve an after-sex cigarette. Would you like another one of mine or one of your own?"

"Whatever you decide for me will be fine, ma'am," Kate said.

Claire lit two Marlboros and placed one in Kate's lips. "I wish I could see your pretty face," Claire said as Kate pulled hungrily at her cigarette. "If it's as beautiful as your body then I know why you're husband is so crazy in love with you and while he'll never leave you. Did you know he told me that, Katie?"

Kate exhaled a long, blue stream of smoke and replied, "No, ma'am."

"Does that make you happy knowing I want your husband but that he doesn't want me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kate said as her breathing increased rapidly again.

"You see, I'd steal him from you if I could. But he's so in love with you I have no chance so I settled for what he allowed me to have. This is all I'm left with but you get to keep him. I'm very jealous of you, Kate. You are a very lucky woman."

Kate took a very long hit and said, "Yes, ma'am. I am the luckiest girl in the world."

I let Claire go clean up in the bathroom. While she was in there I took Kate's cigarette and put it out for her. "Are you okay, honey?" I asked.

She turned over and crawled up next to me and put her hooded head on my chest. "Yes, sir. I am very okay."

"Was tonight too much for you? Did I push things too far?"

"No, sir. Initially, I was so hurt I was going to call this off no matter what. But three things stopped me from doing that."

"What two things, honey?" I asked.

"The first was the thought of an entire month without you."

"And the second?"

"The thought of you never doing this kind of thing with me again."

"And the third?"

"The third is that I need this more than I can put into words so if sharing you is what it means to have everything else then I'll share you." She inhaled very deeply then said as she was exhaling, "When Mistress Claire leaves, will you please make love to me? You don't have to wash her off of you. I just need you inside me. Is that okay for me to ask?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. Kate laughed. Softly at first, and then I laughed and then both of us started laughing very hard.

Claire came in and said, "Looks like you two had a great time tonight."

"We are. We always do. Did you?" I asked.

"Sure. It was nice. But so what? I can't have what I want. And now I know why. The better woman won. I'll see myself out, okay? Good night, Kate. It was...nice? meeting you."

Kate perked up and said very cheerfully, "Good night, Mistress Claire. Oh, and thank you for letting my husband...who's staying with me...fuck you tonight. Have a nice life!"

Claire grabbed her coat and slammed the door on the way out. I went to unzip Kate's hood and she said, "Uh, uh. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it on. Is that okay with you, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am," I told her again. We both burst out laughing and I kissed my beautiful wife many times before I gave her what she wanted.

Kate wore the leather mask to sleep. In fact, she left her sweater on for me, too. I can't remember a day when she was more content and there were many good days along the way. The next morning, she asked me if she could wear her collar to work on Monday and maybe every now and then. I told her she could wear it anytime she liked.

*****

Author's Note: If any one woman could make me happy, it would be Kate. But because I can't be satisfied with any one woman, we divorced several years later. We tried every combination of other people imaginable from one other guy to DP her to four guys gang banging her to two women we shared to two incredibly well-hung black guys fucking her while I watched. 




Offering Me Claire Ch. 01



Once I realized I could have pretty much anything I wanted, having it wasn't as much fun. And the thought of spending the rest of my life with just one woman—even one as fabulous as Kate—became intolerable to me. Making matters worse was the fact I just couldn't get into the B&D scene. Kate loved it and I did it for her sake, but it wasn't my thing. Even so, I have to admit, I got very turned on recalling everything that happened as I wrote it all down over the last few days. 

Between those two forces acting against us, we didn't stand a chance. Before we divorced, Kate finally realized that even I, her beloved young "boy", wasn't enough for her. 

I saw Claire several more times around campus. The first time, she came up to me and said, "Hi, Cal. Listen, I know you don't want a relationship with me or you'd have called by now but I want you to know my feelings haven't changed. If yours ever do, well, you have my number. I also want you to know I'll respect your privacy and not turn into a Fatal Attraction bitch. I'm not apologizing for how I feel, but I did want to apologize for being so mean to your wife. I got caught up in everything and I really did hope I could steal you away from her. When I realized I couldn't I..."

I told her I understood and assured her she was correct. I thought Claire was hot but not hot enough to leave me wife for her. After that, we'd just wave or smile and say 'hey' but we never spoke to one another again.

I graduated from the UW and got a job at a Navy base in Virginia where I still work. Shortly after we moved there, my frustrations were driving me crazy. I realized life with Kate wasn't ever going to be enough. My life took a huge change when all of this hit me. I returned to something that had "plagued" me for a very long time which I had kept suppressed during our entire marriage of six years. Well, I should say I saw it as a plague only until I realized there wasn't anything wrong with it and that is nothing but society telling me it was. 

I stopped lifting and started running seven days a week until I was rail thin. If you want to know more about what I'm talking about, read my story called The Agreement and see my pictures on my home page here. That story details the first and last time Kate and I double dated in my new life and was the beginning of the end of our marriage. 

I use different names for my ex-wife in different stories, btw, in case it seems confusing. I tend to choose names of other women I've um, known...in the biblical sense whenever I write so it just depends on my mood. The could be Kate or Sarah or Erin or... :-)

We kept in touch for the first couple of years after she moved out but haven't had any contact at all since. I have no idea whether she still smokes or if she remarried. I'm certain she's very heavily into the BDSM scene and some lucky top probably owns my dear ex-wife. Regardless, I still love her and always will and wish her nothing but the best in life.