Chapter 4

August 31, 2018 (Friday)

The (mostly) weekly Friday super-family get-together was tonight. It was probably enjoyable for most participants, but I was saddled with gigantic intestinal butterflies, insects that were ameliorated only slightly by my wonderful daughter’s hugs and words from earlier today.

“I hope this works for you. I’ll miss you greatly while you’re gone. I think I understand, but please don’t make it permanent. We all love you. Fight. Fight for this wonderful life.”

Today is the last full day I would spend in our compound for a month and a half, a period in which I would be giving myself to a man who ... is not my husband, who is not my dear, wonderful Charlie. That wonderful man who has supported me emotionally so well for 20 years and whom I love so very much, which was one of the reasons, but only one of the reasons, I wanted to give him more wives. Now, finally, Janice – the first woman I wanted to join our marriage – is part of our marriage, our marriage that is now six partners strong. I am so happy that she ... not only agreed to join us but jumped at the chance, even after weeks of my wives and I explaining every little thing, every aspect of our marriage in which we had ... colored well outside the lines.

Tomorrow, I leave on a new ... adventure, I guess. Yes, I was asked by the mega-bank corporation for which I work to fill in as a branch manager in Santa Fe for a woman going on maternity leave who will be gone for at least six weeks, possibly seven or eight. That is not what has my stomach doing extreme gymnastics. Charlie, the true love of my life, understood perhaps too well, and was, perhaps, too agreeable to me trying to fill this ... hole once and for all, as I touched lightly upon in my first entry in this ... journal.

The primary reason I’m heading north for well over a month is that I have surrendered to a part of my psyche that ... is not completely satisfied with my current existence, a part that has grown ... stronger, grown a bit more insistent that it be fulfilled, a part that ... neither my husband nor my wives can or wish to assuage, wish to help enable, at least directly. They have all helped indirectly by giving me leave to chase down this ... desire, a desire that has expanded as I tried to fill it with additional wives and lovers for my wonderful, handsome husband. While I need to ... fulfill that need, I have done my best to ... constrain it to one time, one fling, one ... period of ... letting it rule me. Please, you demanding ridiculous universe, please don’t let it suck me under.

September 1, 2018 (Saturday)

I did not know what to expect of my time at ... his house, at Arman Erdos’ house. Would I have time to myself or would I always be ... on, always be at his beck. Thankfully, after the first day, I will have extensive time that is not only free but without him around. After all, his is a busy businessman’s existence; I know that from my extensive time working with him in my bank branch manager capacity where he found it easier to work locally to Elkton on a large project’s financing than ... here ... in Santa Fe. The truly odd aspect of all that effort has brought me to the attention of higher-ups in the bank, something I sought fervently when I was an assistant branch manager, with that seeking for elevation creating the first and only long-lasting problem in my marriage. Now, I have no interest in permanently leaving my family and Elkton behind and I would turn down, politely but firmly, any offer of a regional or HQ position.

The upshot of having time to myself is that I have time to ... put my experiences here down where I can read them, analyze them, and determine how to ... deal with the memories, which will stay with me through my life, stay with me once I return to the love of my life, to my five spouses, to my huge and wonderful family.

Charlie insisted on driving me to the place where Arman would pick me up ... in his limo; his stretch limo.

When he saw it, Charlie said, “I imagine you’ll get an immediate taste of your submissiveness.”

“Charlie. Please, don’t. You agreed, and that agreement is the only thing that lets me do this.”

“But I truly couldn’t not agree, could I, if I still wanted to be your husband after your appointment came to an end.”

“I don’t know, but I admit to the ... possibility. Charlie, you’re all I wanted ... until this ... part of my psyche began becoming more and more insistent. We discussed that ... frequently and at length. I know this is difficult for you, but it’s also difficult for me. I hate that I’m trapped between two aspects of life I want so very much.”

Long-lasting silence in the car was broken by Charlie telling me, “I love you, Sandy. I always have and I always will. My other wives will not be able to paper over the hole if I lose you. I would have you without any of the others, any of the huge array of lovers you’ve insisted I take.”

Very softly, I replied, “I know that, My Love. I must do this to ... lay my desires, to send them into catatonia with excess. I want ... so very much ... to spend the rest of my life after this with you, with our family. I truly hope never to need this again. I truly believe that ... he’ll be ... excessive, and that’s what I want and need to lay for all time that need in me.”

He stared into my eyes for a long, endless time, kissed me ever so lightly, and then aimed his chin at the long vehicle in front of us.

Arman had instructed me to knock on the car’s trunk when I was ready, having acknowledged that I would need my goodbye with Charlie. When I knocked, his driver immediately opened his door, stepped out, and then held open the door behind his, although that door was well behind his door. I looked inside at Arman. When he beckoned me to enter and sit beside him, I did so.

The driver, Ernesto, a man I later learned was of Caribbean descent with an ancestry he described as a patois, but a patois of genetics rather than language. His speech and his word choice immediately struck me as emanating from an intelligent man. His white teeth gleamed from a dark face and seemed to see either that life was amusing or, perhaps, my immediate future was. At least from my experience today, I knew he thought my immediate future would be amusing ... at least to him. While I did not think it amusing, I did enjoy that immediate future.

The interior of the limo was as I might have expected. The back seat was a bench seat, but a bench seat both plush and focused on comfort for just two passengers, although Arman was the only person in the back and was seated on the car’s right side. There was a small bar and fridge in front of his seat, but the space in front of mine was open and gave a view of a relatively large mattress covered in silk sheets. The bed’s presence did not surprise me, but the top sheet being turned down did. I tried to inhale deeply but surreptitiously, but Arman caught me at it.

He chuckled, then said, “While you will be in that bed today, that will not happen immediately. Come! Let us talk about now, about the quickly approaching future. I know it’s early, but my duty as host impels me to offer you a drink should you wish one.”

My voice a little rough, I answered, “Water would be nice.”

“Ice?”

“No, thank you.”

After I kicked off my comfortable flats, Arman and I chatted, both of us trying to become comfortable with a very odd situation, although he had an easier time of it than I did. However, in a half-hour, I had my feet figuratively and literally under me – I was curled up comfortably in the leather seat with my feet under my butt while sharing an interesting conversation with him.

Only a bit later, with Elkton very far in the distance behind me, Arman said, “I would like to be polite with you in most things, but I don’t know how you will respond to various of my ... suggestions. Would you prefer those to be pleasant or obviously orders?”

“Pleasant, please. I have agreed to put myself entirely in your hands while I’m living with you and on any travel in vehicles you own or control, except that I am my own person while working for the bank and that any imagery you take or cause to be taken of me belongs to me.”

He gave me a genuine smile, then said, “I’d greatly appreciate having our relationship be one of pleasure rather than ... any other possibilities and I sincerely hope and believe you will enjoy yourself. I’d appreciate you removing your clothes and lying in the bed on your back.”

I closed my eyes while I gathered myself then pulled my loose dress by the hem up and off to reveal to my new master that I wore nothing else as he had asked.

His eyes enjoyed me for a few moments while I let him look, after which I obeyed his order and put myself in the middle of the bed.

As I did that, he said, “You’re as lovely as I’d hoped and imagined, Sandy. One thing I need to tell you, now, is that I enjoy conversation. I became so interested in you when we shared conversation about business, but, particularly, when we told each other about ourselves, about our families. What I told you about mine is, unfortunately, entirely true. While you have little genetic family, I have no living relatives, no children, no ... nothing, as I told you sometime after we met. I have only me and a very small cadre of devoted staff. While I do pay them, please have no concerns about their futures. I reward honesty, integrity, and loyalty, so please have no fear for the few staff you’ll meet. They comprise the only family left to me, and I can be a fearsome father.”

I nodded and replied, “Family is all-important, so you must know that, whether I enjoy myself under your hand or not, I will be returning to my family.”

“And I would have it no other way, my dear. I believe in your family and your hopes and dreams, as you know well, and if it is at all in my power, I will ensure you return to your family in health and happiness.”

After further extensive conversation touching on many topics, at a low buzz, he said, “We’re approaching the midway rest area. Would you like a bathroom stop?”

“Yes, please.”

He must have responded to Ernesto’s buzz, but I did not see how because shortly thereafter, the vehicle slowed and turned into the rest area. In the meantime, I had re-donned my dress. Ernesto opened the right door and held it for Arman and me. Each of us visited the facilities and when I returned, Ernesto was holding the door open, although Arman was standing outside and the two were conversing.

Arman turned to me when I reached them and said, “Unless I tell you otherwise, you are always to be nude in this vehicle.”

I replied, “I understand, Arman,” and then looked at Ernesto, who was wearing a wide grin. I gave him a once-over that caused his grin to get bigger.

“Ernesto, you’re a lovely man and I have no qualms with you seeing me naked frequently.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. I appreciate the words.”

I added, “Unless Arman disagrees for some reason, I’d appreciate it if you would use my name, perhaps except in formal situations, and my name is Sandy.”

Ernesto’s grin went even wider, then said, Thank you, Ma’am.” When my face went serious, he grinned again, then stated, “Thanks, Sandy. Sorry about that. Mr. Arman says I have a warped sense of humor.”

“Then we’ll get along famously, as mine has been described similarly. Please, I will, undoubtedly, be spending time in your presence, and I’d much prefer for that time to be fun and friendly. Can we do that?”

“Assuredly ... Ma’am.”

I fake-slapped his arm, and we grinned at each other. When I saw Arman’s matching grin out of the corner of my eye, I turned and smiled at him.

Ernesto held the door open for the two of us, then closed it. While I was placing my dress back on the hanger by my heavily tinted window, Ernesto entered the car via the driver’s door. After that, things went differently than I had expected. He crawled over the front seat and then began divesting himself of clothing.

Arman said, “Sandy, dear, Ernesto will be your first lover from my household. Anytime he is naked near you, he is in that state because I have permitted it and anytime I have permitted him to be naked near you, he has my permission to have sex with you. I know you consider the distinction to be real for you, so I will also tell you that if he is naked near you, then he may make love with you. Do you understand?”

I tried to keep the deep breath surreptitious but was afraid that it was too deep and took too long as Ernesto grinned at me in understanding, but then his expression softened and he stated, “Sandy, while he has permitted me to be with you, I do not accept that he has permission to give you to me, although I know he likes the role of Master. May I have your permission to have sex with you?”

I gazed into his eyes for some time, gave him a more detailed once over – including his rampant cock, gave him something of a smile, and then told him, “Ernesto, I permit you to have sex with me anytime Arman wishes to give you access to me. Please respect my wish to keep your lovely cock out of my ass. But, Ernesto, I love having my ass squeezed by hands during sex and I like riding a lot. I assume that since he’s giving me to you this early in our time with each other, he’ll be giving me to you frequently. You’re a lovely-looking man with a great smile and I’ll try to be what you want me to be when we have sex.”

“Sandy,” he said seriously, “I don’t wish to hurt you, so will not do what you don’t want me to do. You are a lovely woman, and I’m very much looking forward to getting to know you very well.”

Ernesto had ... obviously ... quite a lot of experience, as he was gentle with me, but as he saw me getting into it more, he ramped up the intensity of his hands and mouth on me, and only once he had me panting did he place his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy and begin slowly pushing into me.

Oh, goddess! His cock was nearly as long as Charlie’s but slightly thicker, and it rubbed strongly against every important point in my pussy. I groaned at the feelings as he entered me and began slow, straight thrusts to get himself fully lubricated with my juices.

This guy was certainly not a neophyte at sex. He is as skilled as Charlie, despite being more than a decade younger. My mind wondered briefly where and how he had gotten the requisite experience, but he felt so good that my mind ignored everything going on around me other than Ernesto and the pleasure, although a tiny portion of my brain briefly thought of Arman watching me with his driver. He went slowly, thrust slowly and deeply, for some unknown, but possibly long, while, then surprised me by suddenly rolling us over.

Lana, if you wind up reading this, I am probably going to owe you for the use of your tagline.

Oh, fucking goddess, was it wonderful as I slowly posted on Ernesto’s cock. I had to take the low ceiling into account, so was mostly lying on him as I tilted my pelvis back and down to get the necessary movement on him.

I lost track of time. After the fact, I realized that a) Arman had permitted Ernesto to make love with me, but also, b) Arman was getting off on watching me with his driver. When I looked, he was naked and his cock was red and rampant, but I never saw him put a hand on it. Of course, I was mostly occupied with being loved by Ernesto, enjoying the two orgasms he gave me.

After the second, I told him, “Pound me, Ernesto. Cum for me.”

Ernesto obliged me by slowly ramping up from a very leisurely in-and-out to nearly a jackhammer pounding ... a pounding that was feeling incredibly good for me. I was only shortly behind him, squealing out my third orgasm of the day, the third orgasm I’d ever had in a limo, as he extended his thrusting only slightly past the peak of his orgasm.

I panted my recovery while his trim, muscled body lay on mine, my arms around his back held loosely after pulling him so tightly into me during my climax. After some unknown length of time, he lifted his chest from mine and looked into my eyes when I opened them.

He was about to say something, but I cut him off, saying, “Ernesto, not only will I never mind it whenever Arman wishes you to have sex with me, I’ll probably enjoy it greatly, like this time. Fuck, you’re good!”

Without looking at Arman once, he replied, “Sandy, you and I will be getting to know each other very, very well.”

“Good. I love sex and you’re very good. Only three guys have previously made me cum three times before cumming himself.”

“Thanks for the compliment. I should get dressed so I can get us home.”

Once Ernesto was driving and we were back on the interstate, Arman said, “That was good. You were better than I’d hoped about that. We’ve discussed your submissive tendencies, but you didn’t even hesitate to accept Ernesto.”

“He’s a good-looking guy with a great body. He’s also pleasant and seems to be happy. I told you, I don’t like pain and I don’t want a cock in my ass. I’ll do what you want when you want it, so long as you don’t cause anyone to cross my lines. You should know, though, that I’ve not been with very many guys, and there may be some things about which I’m unaware that I don’t like.”

“Sandy, I’m into control, not pain. If you’ll obey me, we’ll have no problems.” When I nodded, he told me, “You won’t need clothes when we arrive at the house. In the house, you’ll be naked at all times, no matter who is there or who arrives unless I tell you otherwise.”

My response was my smile. I so wanted to ask him if he were going to have sex with me, but he had made a point about control, so I kept the question behind my teeth. We chatted amiably the rest of the way to his house as he casually fondled me and occasionally kissed me. I accepted all of his touches and advances, but despite both of us being naked, nothing more sexual than that occurred on the ride north.

When we reached his compound – and, of course, he had a compound, Arman was dressed and Ernesto drove the limo into the grand entrance where an attendant opened the back door on Arman’s side of the car. Once he exited, I scooted across the wide seat and gladly accepted the attendant’s hand as an assist in exiting the vehicle.

“Brant, this is Ms. Cooper. She’ll be here, as I said, for some six weeks. Except for situations like those we’ve discussed, you are to extend to her every courtesy.”

“Yes, Sir. Is there anything you require, Ms. Cooper? If so, I can call ahead to let staff know.”

“No thank you, Brant. Although I appreciate the courtesy, so long as it does not go against Arman’s wishes, I’d appreciate you using my name, Sandy.”

“I couldn’t do that...”

“Brant, for something like that and someone like Sandy, please obey her requests, about her name and other items in the future. If she requests something from you outside of your purview, please bring it to me for reconciliation or, if I’m not present, to Shahara. Sandy is the Lady of the house while she’s here and I’ll expect you to obey her in minor matters and housekeeping.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Thank you, Brant. We’ll be taking the small car after dinner, so please have it prepared.”

“As you wish, Sir.”

Arman held out his elbow to me, so, despite that I was naked and he was not, I wrapped my left hand around his bicep and let him lead me into the surprisingly modest house. It was not small by any stretch of the imagination, but Arman was rich as Croesus, as the saying goes, so I found it satisfying that he seemed not to need to overawe visitors with a house’s mere size.

On the relatively short walk to his bedroom, I saw no staff. Of course, I am sure that the house was made spotless well before I arrived. In his bedroom, he waved a hand at a chair, a softly plush chair that felt lovely to my naked behind. He pulled up another chair and sat facing me.

“I don’t want to be surprised by your responses, so I’d like to spend some time hearing what you expect of your time here and then I’ll tell you at least some of the things I’ll expect from you.”

“I expect that you’ll share me, sexually, with others, although I have no clue as to the number of such. I expect that I’ll be on display anytime I’m with you, particularly outside of the house, and my state of dress in some of those times might embarrass me. I expect that you’ll provide a car and/or a driver so I might get to work. Other than those, I don’t know what to expect, other than that you’ll make sure I’m comfortable here.”

“You are entirely correct in what you said, and your words cover most situations. While they don’t cover all, I’ll leave you to be surprised by those few others. Did you have any expectations about your time here?”

“It seems obvious that I’ll be having a lot of sex, possibly particularly with Ernesto, perhaps with others of your staff. I told you what my deal-breakers are, so I hope we’ll both enjoy ourselves. I have no clue what my living situation will be here.”

“You have a bedroom just through that door, but it will primarily serve you as a place of solitude when you need it. Except for scheduled times – the schedule is reachable from every console in the house, and Shanara will explain all of that to you, your time here is your own and your room is sacrosanct. It is your room and you may keep it how you wish, except that I abhor great disorder and uncleanliness. Please indicate to the staff when your room might be accessed to be cleaned and don’t be surprised if cleaning staff put away things left out of their places. Cleaning times can also be accessed via any console. Please do not let more than two or three days go by without your room being cleaned. I admit to the clean freak disorder. Please be courteous to staff, as you were to Ernesto. The staff is very small, but all are excellent at their jobs, and I don’t want to lose any of them. Shanara, my majordomo, has been with me for nearly 20 years.”

When he looked long at me, I nodded in acceptance of the information and the directions.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, you will sleep each night you’re in the house in this bed with me. As I said, you’ll be naked anywhere in the house and on the grounds at all times, again unless I tell you otherwise, but any such times will be rare, hopefully very rare. I like the house warm, at least partly because you’ll be more comfortable naked in the house if it’s warm. When the staff other than Shanara is on duty, they will be clothed in the house uniform. At other times, they are welcome to be dressed as they wish. Nudity is frequent here. Related to that, there is an excellent workout room and sauna in the basement.”