Things were easier when we started flipping houses back in 2009. Interest rates were low, building materials were cheaper, properties were plentiful. Our first flip netted us a $50K profit. The second was almost $100K and we were hooked. We soon quit our jobs and dedicated our time to flipping house after house, picking up some skills, building a good reputation and a network of contractors and real-estate agents. At our peak, we had three properties on the board at any given time.
One guy we work with a lot is Andy. He had just turned fifty when we met him. A sort of jack-of-all-trades and, unless the place needed a roof or concrete, he was our go-to-guy. In fact, after a few years, we often took him with us when we looked at potential properties to get his opinion on the scale and scope of the work. Often, Andy was assisted by his brother, Jeff, and the two of them were meticulous in their work.
They were also patient teachers. Especially in the early years, we learned to do much of the work ourselves, flexing our creativity while we saved a little money. We were in our early forties and eager to learn. Andy helped Tanya develop some mad tiling and finish carpentry skills. He taught me to drywall and be a passable plumber.
A lot of the guys we worked with flirted with Tanya every time they were around. That’s no big deal if the work is moving along. We had already had two kids when we started, so the attention Tanya was getting was good for her self-confidence–and it wound me up. But when flirting went too far, or interfered with their work, or turned into outright propositions, we cut them off pretty quick. Tanya used a clip from a Radiohead song as a ringtone for contractors on our NO WAY list. Occasionally, her phone would sing out an appropriate verse from ‘Creep’. We never took those.
Andy and Jeff could flirt with the best of them, but they weren’t creepy about it. Instead, I would say they were attentive to Tanya. Like, they weren’t ogling her or anything, but they always seemed tuned to her. If she spoke to one of them, no matter what they were concentrating on, they very promptly came to attention and made sure they understood exactly what she wanted. I got along fine with them, but when we needed to explain a project or understand a timeline, Tanya had command of them. When they needed to know if their work had met standards, it was her standards they were worried about.
One time, Tanya looked over a shower Andy had tiled and touched her heart. “This makes me happy, Andy!”
After that, anytime she approved a project either had done, they would smile and say something like, “I was hoping you would be happy.”
It made for a pretty absurd scene. Picture my wife, about five and a half feet tall (beautiful, I might add, big tits, big ass) bossing these two towering biker-types. They were good-natured dudes, but the first glance was pretty intimidating for many. Andy was at least 6’3” and Jeff was a couple of inches taller than that. They had full sleeves of tattoos and longish black hair–though Andy’s was salted with white and gray. Both were on the beefy side, but you wouldn’t call them fat.
Not to their faces, anyway.
Pretty quickly, I began to tease her about her “beef minions.” If they took her side in a discussion about a project, I would later snark, “Well, of course the beef minions agree with you, they care only for your happiness.”
But that soon led me to fantasizing about her sexually dominating them. As fantasies go, it was pretty confusing. On the one hand, I was instantly turned on by her as the dominatrix–the leather, the restraints, the impact play…and (most sexy of all) the confidence. It took a little longer for me to also relish the thought of these big men touching her, or her them. But once I let lust push me through the jealousy, the narrative began to routinely include them in hot threesomes. The problem was, I often lost the thread when I tried to insert myself into the fantasy. What was my role in these scenes? I wanted to be part of the action, but I didn’t know where I fit. I don’t go for humiliation, so the cuck stuff didn’t fit. I didn’t see myself as being dominated, so I wasn’t one of her minions.
When I mentioned my fantasies a couple of times in bed, it didn’t go well. Whatever we were doing stopped, and she got quiet. The first time, sensing she was mad, I apologized without really knowing what part of it had angered her. The second time, she got silent and stayed that way even after I apologized. We lay there in the dark for a long time. Then she said, “I don’t like that you think they only respect me because they want to fuck me. Maybe they respect me because I’m good at this.”
I imagined my head replaced with one of those cartoon donkey heads. It had never occurred to me that I was implying that. I absolutely agreed that she had earned their respect. By the time we were having this discussion, Tanya was at least as good as Andy at tiling and had become a very talented carpenter. More than that, she had a great instinct for design and marketing. It was her idea to have Jeff and Andy get on social media with their work. Pictures of their projects (often designed by Tanya) started getting them some attention and that attention translated into money. They had learned as much from her as she had from them.
But c’mon. They wanted to fuck her. I didn’t bring it up now, having already pissed her off, but we had both noticed how distracted they were whenever Tanya wore something that showed off her tits. Andy and Jeff led the way into many rooms, but they always followed her up the stairs.
At any rate, I didn’t want to push her on it. We were making money together. They were super dependable and Tanya’s relationship with them, even though they were increasingly in demand, meant we had more access to them than some of our competitors. We were all too busy for creeps. Especially if the creep was me!
( . )( . )
Then I had an accident. It was one of the shittiest days of my life. I had to drive down to the city for an appointment. To be precise, an appointment for a root canal. It had started snowing when I left, so traffic was backed up and I was late. The root canal took longer than I expected and the doctor played the worst 80s hair bands throughout the whole thing. I felt like he was leaning his whole weight on my jaw for much of the afternoon. And on the snowy drive home, I was rear-ended by a kid. Both cars were totaled and I had a neck injury that laid me up for months.
I was home from the hospital that weekend. But because stairs were a problem, we had to set me up in the main-floor guest room. Tanya tried to sleep with me, but I’m a big guy whose neck meant I had to lie flat–and she’s a brick HOUSE. The queen bed in the guest room just didn’t work for the two of us.
We had good insurance for the medical bills, but Tanya and I were equally involved in the work we did on the houses we were flipping. After a couple of weeks of being flat on my back, I could move around more and began to be able to do some of the computer stuff from home. But it would be weeks more before I could even visit a property…and months before I could swing a hammer or fix a sink. We ended up needing a lot more of Andy and Jeff’s time to finish the three houses we were trying to get ready for spring.
They were awesome about it. They each already had jobs on the books, but they worked on our places evenings and Saturdays. Tanya needed to be involved in some of that, so she too was often out late or gone early on a Saturday.
One Saturday she came in with Andy, the two of them carrying a door they had taken out of a property. Andy had hurt his neck many years ago and remembered how hard it was to sit and how dreary it was to lie down all the time. He and Tanya cleared away some furniture in the living room and leaned the door against the wall. We played around with the angle, then he shot a couple of nails through the bottom to hold it in place. Then they tilted the TV so that I could lean against the angled door, resting my head on it, and still see the TV. It was brilliant.
A few days later, Andy came back while Tanya was on a job. He came in with a tall podium-like thing. He knew I was trying to contribute by doing more of the paperwork, so he had built a very tall standing desk with a top that could be tilted so I could work while leaning on my door. It was more functional than pretty, but it was well put-together. Again, brilliant. I was feeling better about my situation. I was almost productive.
We hadn’t been able to have sex since my neck injury and we both had a lot of bottled-up lust. I joked that she could stand on a step ladder and thrust herself back onto my cock while I leaned on my door. That gave her an idea. She went to the basement where she had a modest workshop and, in fifteen minutes, put together a sort of bench that would let her try the same thing. She was eager to try it immediately but it was quickly apparent that the angles were wrong and the whole thing was less stable than she wanted. While my balls were turning blue, she went from wanting sex to wanting to improve her design. She spent the next half hour at her desk, occasionally coming over with a sheet of graph paper to show me how the design was coming.
“You know there’s a whole industry around sex furniture, right?” I asked. “Google it.” I could see the wheels begin to turn in her head. By now, I had to lie down. I went to the guest room but I could hear her keyboard clacking until I fell asleep.
The next week, I worked on taxes at my very tall desk on Saturday. Tanya was later than usual, and I was actually about to head to my room for a lie-down when she walked in. We caught up for a minute. I told her I had finished the taxes and started to explain a change I had made but she was clearly feeling frisky. She planted her hands on the door and stood on her tiptoes to plant a long, steamy kiss on me.
“I feel like I should pay the tax man,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt and pants. I wanted to plow her beautiful big butt, but I was recovering. Even imagining vigorous sex made me wince a little. She read all of that. “That’s OK, Taxman,” she smiled. “I got you.”
She walked into the garage and came back lugging some pieces of furniture. When she assembled it, it was a bench made of interlocking pieces of dark walnut and padded with burgundy leather. As I watched her shift the pieces around, I realized it was cleverly designed to be used in several configurations.
She made it into a sort of kneeling bench then got on and leaned toward me. She kissed my chest, then kissed and nipped down over my belly and pulled my cock out.
“That’s quite a bench,” I said, trying to breathe through my excitement as she looked up into my eyes and lightly teased the end of my cock with her tongue. “Oh…yes…did you make it yourself?”
She smiled and closed her eyes and slowly slid my cock into her mouth as far as she could, pulled back so just the head was touching her bottom lip, then plunged it all the way in again. Tanya gives an amazing blowjob and always has–puts her whole body into it. But I had never seen it from this angle. She was rocking on her knees and elbows, gripping the edge of the bench with her hands so that she used her hips to pull her face off my cock, then propelled herself forward to swallow it again. Even with my support, I felt she was about to carry me away in her mouth. I hadn’t been rocked like that in months but there was no pain.
She began moaning while she sucked my cock. She can be loud when I’m eating her or fucking her, but she is usually silent when she blows me. Everything about her motions and her eyes and her moaning told me she was soaking wet.
I was about to cum. “I wish I could do something for you,” I panted.
“I have a dildo waiting upstairs,” she said, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling her tits from her bra. “I want you to cum on my tits and I’m going to run straight up there and smear it on my dildo and fuck myself silly.” By the time she said ‘silly,’ I was shooting all over her creamy cleavage. She waited for me to finish, then used a tissue to wipe my cock clean and stood up, cradling her tits in her hands.
“I’ll be thinking of you,” she said as she trailed a finger in the cum pooling in her cleavage. She went up the stairs and I heard her shut the door with her hip.
Two Saturdays later, Tanya texted to say she was going to work late to finish the bathroom floor at the Mitchell Street place so we could stay on track to stage it for our realtor in three weeks. The carpet had been laid in the bedrooms, so she walked through them and sent me a dozen or so pics to show off what she had accomplished without me. For some reason, one pic of the master bedroom caught my attention. The room was large and she had angled her phone so you could see part of the impressive walk-in closet and the French doors that opened onto a little private deck. The new carpet in the bedroom and closet had really lightened the space up. But I noticed something and zoomed in on what looked like a…sock. The more I looked, the more certain I was that it was a man’s white sock.
Looks like you’re killing it! I texted back.
I tried not to jump to conclusions. We always had everyone take their shoes off when we were working in rooms where we had gotten new carpet or floors. Duh. But I couldn’t ever remember anyone we worked with taking off their socks to work in a room with new carpet.
Look, I said to myself. You’re in pain. You’re feeling lonely and sexually frustrated and inadequate about your contribution to the work. But she’s stepping up and carrying the load for both of us. She needs support, not suspicion. On its own, a sock is just a sock. Don’t make a big thing of it.
I did my best to let it go.
It helped that she was horny all the time, lately. Now that she could quickly disassemble the bench and put it in the coat closet, she sometimes blew me three times in a week. She would come into the house, head straight for the closet, assemble the bench while we talked about our days, and be greedily swallowing my cock in minutes. She loves to have her pussy eaten more than life itself so one night she helped me lie on the floor and then straddled my face. It took a while to get exactly the right number of pillows under my head, but it was great to taste her pussy again for the first time in more than a month. Unfortunately, I had such a hard time getting up from the floor that we realized it might be too soon for that. She came in one day with an attachment for her bench that let her rig up a dildo behind her so she could rock back and forth between my cock and that one.
Honestly, it seemed like the best sex she had ever had.
I kept thinking about the sock.
( . )( . )
A couple more weeks passed, and by now I could drive and leave the house and even manage some of the shopping. Two of our places were ready to show, so I met the realtor and their photographer and walked them through. We had a storage container full of furniture and lamps and wall art and knickknacks and such. While I wasn’t ready to lift stuff, Tanya trusted me to direct our little staging crew as they placed furniture and decorated the places for showing. Occasionally, I walked through some potential investment properties, but nothing jumped out as something we could flip for a good profit. Now that the realtor was doing her thing, there wasn’t much for me to do except wait by the phone.
But I liked being back out in the properties. Being home again was depressing. So one day, sitting in my chair and watching some lame game show, I texted Tanya, I could come by the Mitchell Street place and bring lunch to you. I haven’t seen that place since right after we closed. I want to see what you did with the basement.
Not today, she texted back. John’s crew is doing the cement in the garage and Andy and Jeff are supposed to finish the AV stuff in the basement and finish drywalling. We’ll be pushing it to finish. How about Saturday?
K. Have fun! My neck was hurting so I went back to my door and leaned against it. Like a useless lump.
A little later, my phone buzzed again. Why don’t we do dinner at Gavels on Saturday and then stop by here for a tour on the way back?
That lifted my spirits. I didn’t love the idea of sitting in a chair in a restaurant for so long, but we hadn’t been out on a date in many months. Gavels was in an old courthouse, the kind of spendy, romantic place that we only went to every few years. Fancy date night? I’m in!
It was after 9 when Tanya finally came in that night. She still had drywall dust on her face and the backs of her forearms as she quickly assembled the bench and plunged my cock into her mouth. I had just enough presence of mind to worry she might get drywall dust inside of her if, as usual, I came on her tits and she smeared her dildo in it. “I can wait if you want to shower that off.”
She just looked dreamily at me and pumped her mouth on my cock.
“I’m getting close,” I panted. She kept pumping and the way her eyes were lidded and locked on mine felt like an invitation.
I never cum in her mouth. She hates it. The first time I did it, when we were dating, she rushed to the bathroom and gargled for what seemed like a very long time. The second time, just a few weeks after we were married, she actually made retching sounds. I felt really bad that I had done that. And I felt a little disgusting, too.
“I’m getting seriously close,” I warned. I was barely holding on. I tried to push her head away but she resisted. She kept her eyes locked on mine and sucked noisily on my cock.
It was strange. As excited as I was to cum in her mouth, I was so fearful that she would retch that I was almost detached from the scene for the first second or two. Her expression never changed. Her lips were clamped around the base of my cock as it twitched and shot into the back of her throat. When the twitching slowed, she slowly pulled her mouth off my glistening cock, then licked and gently kissed the head.
“That just happened?” I asked, almost dazed with pleasure, but still waiting for some sign of disgust.
Smiling, she stepped up onto the bench and kissed me on the lips. “I guess I got so worked up about our date night that I’m not myself.”
She stood and took a step toward the stairs. “You think about that. I’m going up to shower. If you think you can handle the basement stairs at Mitchell Street, you have to handle these stairs. When I get out of the shower, I’m going straight for my dildo…but I would prefer to have you.”
She walked up the stairs without another word. I hadn’t been up there since the night before the accident. Very gingerly, I leant down to pull up the pants she had left pooled around my ankles. With one hand holding them up, and the other firmly on the banister, I started.
( . )( . )
Saturday was the slowest day in the history of the planet. I finished up my chores early and had to occupy myself all day while Tanya was at the property. Then she went shopping for something new to wear. It was after 3 when she finally rushed in, arms full of packages. She kissed me on the cheek as she swept past and disappeared up to the bedroom.
Hours seemed to pass. No, hours DID pass. I showered in the guest bath and put on a shirt and jacket. It had been ages since I had worn a jacket and this one barely fit me. I had plenty of time to return to the bathroom mirror several times to see if it buttoned right. It didn’t. I took it off and draped it on a chair in the living room, made my second drink, and tried to pass the time with the idiot box.
It was almost 5:30 when I heard the bedroom door open upstairs. It was worth the wait. Tanya, not usually one to make grand entrances, took her time coming down the steps so I could admire her. She was stunning. My wife of thirty years had packed all those curves into a pair of tight black jeans. She had painted her toes and was wearing heels–accentuating her lovely round ass. Best (and most shocking) of all, she was wearing a sexy top that showed a lot more cleavage than she ever showed in public these days. Her hair and makeup were carefully arranged.
I put my drink down and went straight to her–my hands eager to run over those curves. She stopped me with one finger. Her fingernails were painted the same dark red as her toenails. “Smudge my lipstick now or let me smudge it on your cock later. Your choice.” I groaned as I backed away. She gave a little spin. “What do you think? Do I still stack up?”
I reached for her huge breasts. “Oh my GOD are you stacked!”
She laughed and slapped my hand away. “Seriously, though, you look smoking hot. Like Sandy-at-the-end-of-Grease-hot. I think we should hurry up and come straight back here…”
“Ch, ch.” She put one finger on my mouth to silence me. “Play your cards right and I’m going to fuck your brains out afterward.” She started to walk toward the door and spotted my jacket on the chair. “Put that on.” I did as I was told and followed her to the car. She had what looked like an overnight bag in the back seat.
I’m not an idiot. Of course, there was a part of me that was wondering why she was behaving so oddly. I knew something was up. But I was almost crazed with lust and I was afraid too many questions would upset whatever Tanya had planned.
I held the car door for her. And the restaurant door, too.
We sat in a half-moon-shaped booth and enjoyed a fairly expensive dinner. Because I didn’t want to ask what I really wanted to ask, I tried to make small talk about work. I mentioned a property I had seen online and thought I should look at next weekend, but she waved it off. “I don’t want you to look at that one without Andy. I saw it online and the kitchen and all three bathrooms are straight out of 1985.”
“Why can’t Andy pop over with me? It would only be an hour.” There was something about the way she put her fork down.
She took a sip of water and we both braced ourselves.
“Andy and Jeff are going to be gone next weekend,” she said. She looked into my eyes and I could see the emotions roiling. “And I’d like to go with them.” She paused again as my eyes rolled up and to the right as I tried to process this. “And I think you should come, too,” she added.
“I…umm…I…” My heart felt like a stone. All of the questions I wanted to ask were crowded together trying to get out of my mouth at the same time. Finally, one squeezed past the others. “Where are you going?” It wasn’t the most burning question I had to ask; it was simply the one that jostled through first.
She put her hand on mine as she leaned close. She swallowed. “You know the bench I designed…for us? Yeah? I discovered I really like designing that stuff. You’ve seen me adding improvements, but I’ve actually designed prototypes of three other pieces.” She paused. “And, umm, Andy and Jeff have been building them for me. I mean, I helped and we had to troubleshoot, but…ah, yeah. They’ve been doing the building.”
A watch must have exploded in my head. Hundreds of tiny gears and springs seemed to be flying around in there.
“Troublesh…” I tried to ask but she nervously cut me off.
“Here’s the thing. Turns out this kind of stuff is big money. Not like quit-what-we’re-doing money, but definitely vacation-in-Hawaii money.” She let me process that for a second, then she caught my eye and pulled it back to her face. “There’s, uh, more, though…”
“Troubleshooting,” I said. “How’s that work?”
She took another deep breath. I knew exactly what she was going to say next. I’ve read it in a thousand of these stories: You know how you’ve always talked about them fucking me? Well, I came around to it and now you get what you always wanted. I felt I would retch if she threw it back in my face.
That’s not what she said. In fact, she didn’t say anything because our annoying server came over and asked how we were enjoying our food.
“It’s great,” I snapped.
“Oh good, can I refill your…”
I cut him off. “Can you just bring us a pitcher of water, another wine, and a Manhattan for me? Can you bring that over and then don’t come back until I ask you to come back?” Tanya touched my hand to back me off a little. “Ahem, sorry, we’re having a deep conversation with our excellent meal and I just want to, you know…savor it.”
He fairly bolted from the table and came back in a shot with our tray. He was in such a hurry to go that he just left the tray and bolted again.
Tanya started to speak and I jumped in. “Please don’t say this is my fault for putting that fantasy in your head.” I was breathing a little fast.
She looked at her plate. Her mouth opened and snapped shut again. “Here’s the truth. I fantasized about them from almost the day we met them. Just…thoughts. Passing thoughts, you know? Then, when he and Jeff were always so flirty… I was already thinking about them before you ever said a word. That first time you mentioned it it scared the hell out of me. I thought you had read my mind or something. But I didn’t say that and you dropped it.” She swallowed a gulp of water. “And then you mentioned it again and I had been trying so hard not to think about them that way and you did, you know, offend me that you thought that was the only reason they respected me.”
“I didn’t think that and I…”
She touched my hand again. “Look, I’m just saying the whole thing was confusing.” She took the full wine glass from the tray and took a sip. Then she reached over and took my Manhattan from the tray and put it down by my hand.
“You can believe me or not, but in all those years, nothing happened. In fact, I very rarely even thought about it. It was just a couple of months ago that things got, um, different.”
I swallowed half of my drink.
“It’s just Andy was so sympathetic about your neck. He asked about it and then he had ideas for how to help… When I made that first bench design, I asked him if I could borrow some router bits and he asked what I was working on and I just…told him. I just told him. And I showed him the design and he thought it was awesome and offered to build it.”
Her face was flushed. “And then…after…he asked how it had worked and I said it was great, but…”
“Troubleshooting?” I murmured.
“Yes. I stopped by his workshop to adjust the cross pieces and we just…” I let her search for the words. “We fucked. It was, like, super-fast and I pretty much ran out of there and came straight home but I was so turned on by the time I got there that I just…jumped you.”
I was silent.
“And then it happened again. And it kept happening.”
She looked at her food and lowered her voice even more. “And then Jeff caught us…and…uh…”
We were both quiet for a long time. I swallowed the other half of my Manhattan and raised my glass to the waiter who was trying not to look at us. He nodded.
I took my phone out, found the picture she had sent and zoomed in on the sock. I handed it to her. She looked at it and I could see her piecing it together. She didn’t offer an explanation, though. Instead, she just asked, “Do you hate me?”
Her eyes were welling up.
“No.” I was trying to figure out exactly how I did feel. Jealousy and hurt and anger and remorse and fear were all tussling inside my head. But not hate. In fact, I could feel my love for her as the solid ground beneath the turmoil.
And my cock was rock hard.
“You, uh, swallowed me the other night. Is that something…”
“That was just you. I admit, they had wound me up and I was crazy horny and all the way home I knew that I wanted to…” she paused while the waiter gingerly approached with my drink. As soon as he turned, she whispered, “Swallow you.”
I took a sip of my new Manhattan. “You didn’t answer my question earlier.” When she looked confused, I added, “Where are you going? Where are you going with them next weekend?”
She seemed to be getting her feet under her. “Oh, right. There’s a thing called a ‘fetish fair’ over in Pittsburg. We have a demonstration booth in the vendor area. We’re taking all of the prototypes and we’re going to take orders.”
I sipped my drink again. “Why do you want me to go?” It was a pouty thing to say, but I was wounded.
Tanya caught my eyes again and took my hand. “Because I love you. You’re the only one I love. Andy and Jeff are just fun. You’re the person I want to curl up with at night. And I’ve been thinking about what you said all those years ago, about how you didn’t know how you fit into your own fantasy. And I’m excited because this whole thing, the whole fantasy, you’ve been the critical missing element.”
“How do I fit?”
“We’re partners. You and me. We get to think up the scenes and they’re happy to play their part. You have to help me figure out what to do with them.” She saw me struggling to understand. “Like we’re cops and I’ve arrested them. We have to make them respect us. Or we run a male brothel and they need to be trained up.”
For the first time, I felt the little springs and gears reassembling in my head. “They understand you’re mine? Right? Like, what we have is first. Like way first.”
“They do. Way first,” she said, leaning in again. “They’re both terrified about this discussion. They really like you. They feel like you gave them their start. Andy said the other day they always make the joke about making me happy. He said it was killing him thinking that they were making you unhappy.”
Like I said, the tussle of emotions. Part of me wanted to punch Andy in the face, even if it meant my neck would put me in traction. But I sensed there might be at least a kernel of truth in what she was saying. And I really liked those guys.
“So they know we’re talking about this tonight?” I immediately answered my own question. “Of course they do, you have plans next weekend. Are they waiting by their phones to hear how I take this?”
Tanya reached under the table and brushed my hard cock. “Here’s another scenario. You’re the rich guy that stopped into our booth and now you’re coming up to our room to look at my furniture designs. I want to fuck you the minute I see you, but I also want to sell you twenty thousand dollars of sex furniture. I’m determined that my two assistants and I are going to do a damned good job to convince you to write that check.”
I sipped my Manhattan and smiled at her. The watch started ticking inside my head.
“So do you want to see my line of sex furniture, Mr…?”
“I really do.”
“I’ll call you…Mr. Baker.”
“I’ll call you Madam.” She smiled and arched an eyebrow.
“And do you want the full team demo, or just a personal demo, Mr. Baker?”
“I think,” I really wanted to get this right. “I think I want the full demo.”
“OK.” She leaned closer and kissed me. “What’s your safeword? I don’t want to go farther than you want to go tonight.”
I stuck my fingers into my empty glass and pulled out the whiskey-soaked cherry.
“Cherry it is,” she smiled.
I made a sign for the check.
( . )( . )
Tanya made me wait in the garage at the Mitchell Street place while she went in with her overnight bag to change. Jeff’s truck was already there but I could hear the engine ticking, so I figured they had arrived just minutes before we did.
I walked around the garage with my hands in my pockets then took them out for fear that if I touched my aching cock it would betray me. The new cement floor was pretty nice. Yep. Clean as a whistle.
I was starting to have doubts about the whole thing when the door to the house opened very suddenly.
“Mr. Baker, it’s so nice to see you again! Come in! Can we get you a drink?”
She was smoking hot. Tanya was wearing a leather getup I had never seen but almost exactly what I had imagined when I pictured her as a domme: gleaming leather boots and leather corset–both black and studded with steel–and a flimsy sheer negligee above it that hid nothing. I could plainly see the neat triangle above her pussy and I could see that her ass was exposed behind. Her tits were on open display, cradled by the half-cups atop her corset. She was trying to get into character, but she had to smile at the way I gaped.
Andy stood at her right shoulder, Jeff at her left. It had been many weeks since I had seen them and I couldn’t believe the transformation. Their faces were clean-shaven and they both had haircuts. Just as shocking, they wore pressed white shirts and black jackets. They’re both big fellas, and you could still see the tattoos peeking out of Jeff’s collar, but the jackets fitted them perfectly.
Neither one of them could meet my eye for more than a second.
“Jeff, can you take Mr. Baker’s jacket, and Andy, can you fix him a Manhattan?” They both murmured and did as she asked.
“If you’ll step this way.” Tanya led me to the basement door. I noticed there was a deadbolt on it.
Good way to keep workers from snooping on secret projects, I thought.
She led me down the stairs to the basement. It looked much smaller than I remembered. I could see they had drywalled and wired it for media, but the only other door was ajar, and I guessed from memory that it led to the furnace and hot water heater. Tanya walked to a wooden post along the opposite wall and touched something that caused a blank section of wall to swing open.
“Wow! That will sell this place!” I blurted. Tanya gave me a look that said get back in character…Mr. Baker.
We stepped into a large room dominated by the red light of sunset pouring through French doors that opened onto a private little patio below the deck above. In any other circumstances, those French doors would have grabbed my attention. But I quickly noticed the furnishings around me. If the rest of the house was more or less a worksite, this room invited you to make yourself comfortable. Several leather club chairs were spaced throughout. Close to my left hand there was a padded bench like the one Tanya had brought home, but this one was even more beautiful and comfortable. Across from that was a king bed with an imposing wrought-iron headboard and footboard. Over here, a complicated thing that looked like a sawhorse with lots of leather padded attachments. Over there, another bench attached to a sort of pillory. In all, there were at least six different pieces I could see, though some appeared to be duplicates in different finishes. I could guess the use for some. A couple needed some…demonstration.
Tanya took me to the center of the room. A beautiful wooden cross, almost seven feet high, was set, at an angle, on a sort of pedestal. It was the darkest walnut with a grain that rippled up the length of the center beam and an equally pronounced grain in the cross-beam. The hard points were acid-etched and polished steel rings and plates, and the whole thing was attached to a small platform that both steadied it and seemingly allowed it to swivel.
“Did you make this?” Even with all of the other emotions and appetites running wild in me, she could hear that I admired the craftsmanship.
She beamed with pride. “Some of it. I designed everything.” Then she was back in character. “Actually, we made all of it for you, Mr. Baker. It’s a complete custom set.”
Andy and Jeff entered the room and Andy very politely handed me my Manhattan. “We’re going to give you a full demonstration, Mr. Baker. When we spoke on the phone, you mentioned that you had recently hurt your neck?”
“Uh-huh. That’s right, Madame.”
“Well, Jeff and Andy designed this cross just for you.” She held out her hand toward Andy and he wordlessly placed a curved, slightly padded piece in her hand. She stood up on her tiptoes and I saw that it had clever hooks that fitted into a series of delicate slots on the vertical beam of the cross. “This will cradle your head just a little.” It was well-made. “Perhaps you would like to try it, Mr. Baker?”
She was really good at this. I felt she was taking care of me…and that I had no choice in the matter.
Tanya took my wrist and raised it to one of the hard points on the crossbeam. She put a padded cuff on my wrist then attached it to the steel ring. When that was secured, she made a slight gesture and Jeff stepped forward with another cuff and fastened my other hand.
“Jeff’s going to secure your feet, as well, so we can demonstrate the cross,” she said. She wasn’t asking.
Jeff dipped down and used a similar cuff to bind my feet to the cross.
Tanya walked me through all of the ways the cross could be manipulated. It could swivel, as I suspected, but the crossbeam could also be adjusted to any height. “You could even hang someone upside down on it,” Tanya said.
“And why would I want to do that?” I asked. “Madame?” I added hastily.
Tanya smiled wickedly. “Perhaps if you wanted to perform oral sex on a lady friend but an injury otherwise prevented access?”
I saw a slight smile play across Jeff’s lips.
Turns out the angle of the cross could also be adjusted. It could stand up straight, lean slightly forward, or even–when a hidden piece embedded in the back of the vertical beam swung down–be laid horizontal. “We’ll demonstrate that later,” Tanya smiled. She had them raise the cross up to its original angle.
“Now you’re in the perfect position to see us demonstrate some of our other inventions.” Tanya motioned to the large padded bench at the end of the room and Andy immediately began to push it over in front of me. While he did, Tanya unbuttoned my top three shirt buttons and ran her hand over my chest, lightly pinching a nipple. “I think you’ll be excited to try out our work.” She ran her hand up to my shoulders. “I really like your shoulders, Mr. Baker. I hope you don’t mind me saying it, but I want to throw my legs over them.”
Andy had the bench in position and Jeff stepped over to help Tanya up onto one end. The bench was long enough that her butt was on one edge–sculpted and padded to support her back–and her head extended just a little over the opposite edge. Jeff helped her to fit her boots into little stirrups mounted below. Andy fitted another padded piece, similar to the one supporting my head, into a slot on the edge of the table and Tanya lowered her head onto it. She turned to smile wolfishly at me. “In the last few weeks, this bench has become my favorite play piece, Mr. Baker,” she said.
A little cloud must have passed over my face. She seemed to break character for just a moment.
“Cherry?” she asked me, her voice suddenly tender. I shook my head. She looked into my face a second longer, then, when I smiled and licked my lips, she half-raised her head to Andy. “I think we’re ready,” she said.
Andy and Jeff, on opposite ends of the table, had already removed their jackets and unbuttoned their collars. Now, Andy caressed and squeezed her tits and Jeff knelt between her legs. I was fixated as he kissed the insides of my wife’s thighs, running his rough hands along her legs and hips. I knew from experience that she could only put up with so much of this teasing and, sure enough, she soon grabbed a hank of his dark hair and ground his face into her pussy.
Her body arched up to meet his tongue and she immediately began to moan loudly. She was still clenching Jeff’s face to her pussy but turned to me. “I wish I could train Jeff to spell his name on my clit with the tip of his tongue,” she said. “Can you spell my name, Mr. Baker?”
“It would take a little practice,” I answered.
She smiled and then gasped. “Ought, ought, finish the n,” Tanya said, then moaned again. In another minute, she was bucking her hips and nearly pulling Jeff’s hair out by the roots.
A minute later she raised up one elbow. “Of course, Mr. Baker, like all of our pieces, this bench can easily be repositioned.” She nodded to Andy and he and Jeff turned the bench so that Tanya’s head was close to me. Jeff’s face and shirt were soaked.
Even though she was lying on her back, she reached up and easily undid my pants, allowing them to pool around my bound ankles. Her face was about six inches too low for her to take my cock in her mouth. “I think you’ll appreciate this.” She made a motion with her hand and Andy leant down and turned a silent little crank at the base of the bench. It began to rise. She pushed out her tongue as Andy cranked, inching her closer to my trembling cock. She made another motion and he stopped just when her tongue was half an inch from the bottom of my cock.
She winked at me.
“Gentlemen, let’s demonstrate the hobby horse.” Immediately, they rolled her away from me. She sat up and hopped off the bench while they pushed it away and began to push over and set up another piece of equipment.
Tanya came over and unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and adjusted a cuff that was a little tight. Andy had left my Manhattan on the table nearby. She took a sip of it then pressed it to my lips so I could have one. When I looked up, she stuck her fingers in and pulled the cherry from the glass. I watched as she very delicately used the cherry to trace around the tip of my cock, then she raised it up between our faces and smirked a little.
“Cherry?”
I was close to saying it. Not because I wasn’t enjoying all of this, but because I wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world.
“I’ll hold off.”
She slowly pushed it into her mouth, stripped the flesh in one maneuver, then spit the pit back into my Manhattan. “You’ll like this next part.”
Behind her, Andy and Jeff had set up the hobby horse. It was clearly modeled on a sawhorse–narrow at the top with what seemed like padded shelves at different heights along its sloping sides. Tanya showed me how these could be configured for different positions. “This may sound silly, Mr. Baker, but have you ever seen a racing bike? Like a racing motorcycle? Well, unlike those big slobby Harleys.” I wondered if that was a teasing stab at the guys. “If you want to race, you need to lean over the machine.”
With Andy and Jeff’s help, Tanya mounted the bench. Now she was facing me. Her body was supported by the padded top of the bench; her elbows rested on padded shelves about a foot below her shoulders. Her knees rested on padded shelves even lower on the other end. Her bare ass was exposed. Andy and Jeff came to stand on either side of her face. She looked up at me and nodded and they pulled their pants down.
They were both hung. Andy’s cock may have been a little thicker, Jeff’s a little longer, but they were both well above average. Tanya looked into my eyes, relishing how close I was to cumming, then seemed to weigh her choices. After a second, she lifted Andy’s cock with a fingertip and brought it very close to her tongue. “Cherry?” she smiled and waited for a beat. When I smiled back, she flicked it with her tongue, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
Even though I had just seen her cum on another man’s face, this took my excitement to a whole new level. She flicked her tongue around and under his glistening head, then slowly ran her lips down the shaft. The only time she broke eye contact with me was when she turned her head slightly to take in all of his cock.
Jeff had stepped around behind her. As she pushed her mouth onto Andy’s cock, Jeff stepped up and placed his hands on her hips. She wiggled her butt a little and Jeff pushed his long cock into her at the same slow speed her mouth was moving on his brother’s cock.
They picked up the speed and Tanya’s face became beet red. She held Andy’s cock near her mouth and squealed a little as Jeff began to fuck her with long steady strokes. “Faster now,” she commanded. Jeff dutifully began to pump harder. I could see the shock waves running through her butt cheeks and her hands gripping the little handles affixed to the bench.
The force of all that pounding began to scoot the bench, inch by inch, closer to me. Rather than reposition it, Tanya let go of Andy’s cock and he stepped to the side. I could see him staring at her rippling ass as he stroked his cock, slick with her spit. Soon, her face was within a foot of my cock. I imagined her swallowing my cock as she was drilled from behind. It was an image I had fantasized about for many years and part of me feared the second her tongue touched my cock I would explode. Hell, it was all I could do to not explode just anticipating it.
And then, with only a few inches between us, Jeff – his face slick with sweat – said between clenched teeth. “May I?”
Tanya raised her eyes to mine as she was rocking back on his cock. “Yes. Oh, oh, oh, he’s filling me up.” She squeezed the bench tighter as her whole body clenched around his cock, then relaxed. Jeff pulled out and stepped away.
She looked up at me again and stuck her tongue out to tease me with just how close she was to my cock.
“Andy.” Tanya wiggled her butt.
Andy slid his fat cock into her and Tanya gasped. She kept her eyes locked on mine, though she sometimes stuck her tongue out toward my cock to tease me. Soon, Andy began to slam into her with great fury. Tanya rocked back on her knees to meet his wild thrusts. “Now! Now! Now!” she groaned loudly. “Now! Now! Yes! Yes!!” Andy was thrusting so powerfully the bench had Tanya in easy reach of my cock.
“Not…” She stretched her tongue out until it was a hair’s breadth from my cock tip. “Yet.” Panting, she pulled her face away and gestured to me. Very quickly, Jeff stepped toward the cross. I assumed I was going to be released to join in but I found myself taking an interesting ride. Jeff released one mechanism and undid another. The whole thing swiveled flat and another brace swung down from the center beam and attached to the base to support it. Locked into place, Jeff swung the whole thing around so my head was where Tanya had just been.
I was at about knee-level to the Guys.
Andy had helped Tanya off of the hobby horse and pushed it aside. Removing the padded shelves from that piece, he placed them into peg holes on the sides of the beam I was bound to. The longer padded shelves were near my hips. The shorter ones were mounted near my shoulder.
Tanya stood over me and smiled down at me. “You have to admit, Mr. Baker, all of these pieces work beautifully together.” With that, she climbed on top of me so that she was straddling my waist. With her knees on the little shelves, she arched her back to keep from even touching the end of my swollen cock. She leaned on her elbows and let her amazing tits spill over my chest then leaned in and gave me a long, wet kiss. Then she raised her head and suddenly Andy and Jeff’s cocks were right in our faces. Andy’s was still dripping.
With her face just inches above me. Tanya took one, then the other, then both, in her mouth. She made sure to be as sloppy as she could, her drool dripping on my cheeks from one as she released it and switched back and forth.
“You really liked when I swallowed your cum the other night, didn’t you?” she said, lapping at the end of Andy’s fat cock. I grunted. She slid her mouth up the length of Andy’s cock and choked a little. “I thought you would,” she purred.
Then she switched back into her sales tone. “And that cushion cradling your neck and head, Mr. Baker, means you are braced for all sorts of activities.”
Suddenly, they were helping her off again, but only for a minute. With a quick adjustment, they helped her back up onto the cross, her pussy now straddling my face. I could smell their cum and her juices mixed and her thighs were positively slick. Without a word, she pressed her pussy onto my mouth. My face was smeared with her juices and theirs. I began to lap eagerly. She raised herself off to let me breathe for a second, then clamped down again. She did this several times and I eagerly ate it up while I waited to feel her mouth on my cock.
I didn’t.
Finally, she arched her butt away from my mouth and I saw one of their cocks press up against her butt crack. A beefy hand brushed my forehead as he repositioned his cock and pressed it into her. I could feel the whole contraption shift as Tanya pressed back to take him deeper. Soon he was rocking her. His heavy balls dragged on my forehead and eyes. I stretched my tongue out to reach her clit as it rocked over me. After a few touches, I got the rhythm and could suck and lap at her even as that big cock was pounding her.
That did her in. Even with my head between her legs, I could hear her moaning. She sprayed my face and I tried to suck it all in. I could feel her bucking on top of me and her juices dripping from my earlobes.
And finally, I felt her hot mouth as she swallowed my cock whole. She was wild for it; I could feel her slamming her mouth onto my cock, the tip going right into her throat before she pulled almost off and then enveloped it again. I started to buck and wiggle my hips to let her know I was about to explode but she wouldn’t stop.
So I did explode. As the cock above my face was pumping another load–some of it splattering my face–I could feel myself emptying into her throat. This time, I didn’t wait for her to recoil. Even without seeing her, I could feel how greedy she was for it. She kept it in her mouth while whoever had been straddling her from behind stepped away and the other replaced him. This time, I glimpsed Andy before his cock obscured the rest of him. It was slick with her saliva, so I knew how she had kept busy while she first was getting plowed on my face. He didn’t fumble at all, slipping into her easily. He didn’t start slow, either. From Go, he was using long fast strokes. His cock was pulling out his brother’s spunk and her never-ending juices all over my face, then he was slamming her with such force that his balls dragged over my chin. By now, even my eyebrows were drenched.
Within a minute, I could feel his balls spasming and his hot cum began to spill out. When he pulled completely out, a hot stream poured from my wife into my hungry mouth.
Tanya, when they helped her off the bench, turned and moved to release the restraints at my wrists and ankles. Her face was red, her perfect hair was crazed, and I could see her chest and neck were flush and slick with sweat.
“Cherry,” she smiled. “I’m calling cherry. We need some aftercare.” Andy and Jeff helped me up and seemed to want to put all the furniture back in order. But Tanya sat beside me on the horizontal cross and motioned for them to gather their clothes scattered around the room. “If you guys don’t mind, we need the room.”
“Sure.” Andy and Jeff had dropped the pretense of being big beefy sex slaves and seemed their usual selves–shy and a little bumbling. “Of course,” Andy said, scooping up someone’s pants and a jacket. Jeff was holding one sock and looking for its mate. “We’ll, ah, go upstairs and dress and maybe come back tomorrow?”
I suddenly remembered the big bed across the room. I ached to curl up with Tanya. They were half-dressed and at the door when she leaned her head on my shoulder. “Did we please you, honey?”
“You did,” I said quietly. Then I added, more loudly, “I’ll take the whole set!”
From across the room, Andy spoke. “I was hoping you would be happy, Mr. Baker,” he said and closed the door behind him.
