Chapter 8

David

The next six weeks were truly exciting, all in all. A lot happened, though no major escalations in our relationship. Things just ... progressed naturally.

The Monday after the ‘weekend of big fights’ when Jia had decorated herself permanently, Tom had found me in my office while wearing that new smirk of his, the one that said ‘I’m fucking your wife and you aren’t man enough to stop me’. At least that’s what I read in it, and it both infuriated me and turned me on to no end. I had to be professional though, even with him. I listened calmly to him and forced myself not to think about him and Jia, while he argued that he’d caught up on his slack. He was no longer behind, he had cleared his back-log and his current assignments were not important enough to stay late, so he saw no reason to keep working late Wednesdays, at least not without compensation.

Even though it grated me to agree with this smug bastard, he had a point. As much as I’d have liked to give him overtime (and hell, a raise and a promotion, if that meant I could watch him and Jia fuck on the couch in the break-room again), it would be hard to justify to the higher-ups. Especially now that they were watching me, deciding if they could use me in a senior position. So I had to agree, and since then Tom had once again left the office at five o’clock on Wednesdays.

It confused me at first - I thought he relished spending time at the office with Jia. Well, it turned out that he just had her come to his place and fucked her silly there instead. Which meant no more visits from my gorgeous wife, no more home-cooked meals at the desk, no more jokes or kisses in the office ... and no more watching her tight little pussy get absolutely destroyed. Instead, I either brought an extra-large lunch or got something from a local fast-food joint while I imagined how the two of them were spending the night. Images of Jia being devoured by the office simpleton kept playing in my mind whenever I had to eat my dinner alone at my desk.

This new development, while not entirely to my liking, was both frustrating and incredibly hot. Messed up as it was, I found it insanely sexy to be snubbed like that so she could get her sexual thrill. At the same time, however, it was also lonely. The food had been nice, but what had really meant something was that she came to see me, to show that she cared. It would seem she cared more about Tom’s huge cock.

So it had become a regular thing - every Wednesday and Saturday Jia would visit Tom and get a royal fucking and then come home afterwards, spending quality-time with me. I didn’t know what she’d told him about how she was able to meet him every Saturday without me noticing something was up. She’d probably just fed him some some line or other, and the bozo had swallowed it whole - he really wasn’t the sharpest.

All in all it worked. We’d never had more sex, never been more connected, never been more in love.

So that was all positive.

On the negative side ... well, sex was more exciting and it happened more often but also ... well, Jia had developed real difficulties with cumming from sex ... with me. She still wanted it and loved it but if she was to orgasm, I had to do it with my tongue or fingers. And it still didn’t always work.

She said it didn’t matter. She got more than enough from Tom but it was such a blow to the old ego, so embarrassing. I missed it, missed giving her orgasms, her small, intense moans, the way her body surrendered to the pleasure. I still got to feel it, sometimes, just not as often ... and almost never from my dick.

But it was a temporary thing, I was sure, and despite that negative side-effect, neither of us were planning on going back to our old relationship. For now, this was the normal, and we both enjoyed it stupendously.

I was sad I didn’t get to watch them anymore though - that one night on the break room couch really was the high-light of the entire enterprise, as far as I was concerned. I had a feeling that Jia was secretly pleased not to be observed though, and it made sense - she didn’t have to put on a show for me or anything and didn’t have to worry about me getting caught this way - but it was still a shame.

She did record the two of them every now and then, though not often. As she’d told me, it was just more of the same - they did more or less the same thing every night she was there. Not surprising, Tom wasn’t the innovative type.

I wondered what she was wearing tonight. Probably something insanely hot - she always did that when she went to visit the oaf. Something tight and short and suggestive, something that I’d love to tear off of her.

Actually, come to think of it, that was some thing else that had changed over the past weeks. Jia’s wardrobe, while never exactly demure had become more ... daring, especially her tops and dresses. It was like she always wanted to show off her new tattoo, show the world that beautiful lily. And that was all well and good, of course, but it also meant that she oftentimes were showing the world her beautiful ta-tas. I didn’t mind, I was sorta proud that be the husband of such a sexy woman, but it was ... a little strange, a little disconcerting.

But it was probably just a phase...

Today was Wednesday, and as every Wednesday I was working late, and Jia was getting fucked - so a fair and equal distribution of tasks. Not that I complained, I’d not appreciate being the one to take Tom’s gigantic cock. Even if some cucks were into that, it was definitely not my thing.

“Hey boss, I’m out,” Alice said as she stuck her blonde head into my office and interrupted my musings.

“Yeah, sure, see you tomorrow, Alice,” I answered quickly, getting back to the real world in a hurry.

“Don’t stay too late,” she admonished me.

“I won’t.”

“Maybe just go home to Jia? Surprise her?” she suggested, raising her eye-brows.

“Yeah, maybe,” I answered, though of course that wasn’t an option. Jia was not at home. Jia was either at, or on her way to, Tom’s apartment to get her bi-weekly dicking down by the local monster-cock.

“Remember you won’t get to see her next week,” she reminded me. She and I were going to a conference in Florida Monday through Friday.

“I know, Alice,” I said with an exasperated sigh.

“So maybe do something nice for her before we leave? Women appreciate that sort of thing, ya know.”

In my experience, women appreciated getting fucked hard and rough by a moron with a big fucking cock. Or maybe that was just Jia.

“I’ve got reservations at Gioni’s Friday, how’s that for nice?” I asked with a smug smile.

“Gioni’s? Fan-cy,” she admitted, “how’d you manage that?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy...” I shrugged humbly. Or my dad did, and I knew him.

“Very nice,” she nodded and gave me a smoldering smile, “bossman got connections. You know, if you weren’t already taken...” She lasciviously licked her lips in a show of flirtation before she collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“See you tomorrow, boss,” she said as she giggled her way out the door and closed it behind her. I shook my head with a smile - she was always good fun - and checked my phone again, hoping that Jia had sent me something ... anything.

Nope, nothing. But she might not have made it to Tom’s yet.

Jia

I paused outside Tom’s door... outside Daddy’s door, I mentally corrected myself with an annoyed sigh. I had the key in hand - he’d given me a spare so he didn’t have to get up from the couch whenever I came over.

Should I do this? It was getting more and more out of control, and the weight of it was becoming heavier all the time.

I wanted to go inside, dear Heaven did I want that. The very thought of the orgasms waiting on the other side of that door was enough to make my knees weak. But he always extracted a heavy toll, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to honour it. Especially since David didn’t know what was going on, not really. He thought I showed up, got fucked and left. And that was the truth, I hadn’t lied to him, not at all.

But there was also more. With each visit I seemed to sink deeper into a morass of sexual submission and humiliation. It was as if he ground my resistance down a little more each time, until I was just as he wanted me.

I shook my head and unlocked the door, stepping into the small hallway and hanged my jacket on a hook. As usual the TV was on in the living-room, but I turned in the opposite direction - into the kitchen, like he wanted me to. I opened the fridge, found a cool can of beer and brought it with me into the living-room, my heels clacking on the wooden floor.

“Right on time, kitten,” he grunted. Swaying my hips for his benefit, though his eyes were on the screen, I slowly walked up to him and, as gracefully as I could, knelt down next to him and held up the beer for him, like a domestic servant.

“Your beer, Daddy,” I said, forcing my voice into that high pitch that he enjoyed. Like I really was a little girl.

It was so stupid. It was so immature. It was a silly fantasy spawned by a middleaged man’s desperation.

The most annoying thing about it though was how my body responded. The damn butterflies in my stomach moved down to my pussy - my vagina - and flapped their little wings there, making me wet and needy.

Tom - Daddy - accepted the beer and let his eyes glide over me appreciatively, taking in my outfit before opening his beer and taking a swig.

I’d chosen a short yellow dress with thin straps that let almost all of my tattoo show, only covering at bit of the bottom of the stalk so as to not bare my tits completely ... not bare my boobs completely. It did show a lot of cleavage though and Tom’s eyes were glued to the dark line where my knockers met ... where my breasts met. He had truly managed to corrupt my language when I was starting to even think in his crude, banal words, I thought with a sinking feeling of defeat.

“Thanks, kitten,” he smirked and held a finger out to me. I knew what he wanted of course, and I didn’t hesitate - I closed my lips around it, serving it, pleasing it. I knelt in front of him and sucked on his fat digit for a while before he was satisfied with my submission and pulled it out. To add to the insult, he patted me on the head like I really was a schoolgirl that had done well, though he managed not to mess up the high bun I had put my hair into.

“Get up here,” he said and patted the couch next to him and I crawled up and half laid, half sat next to him with my head in his lap. Over the last weeks, this had become a regular part of our game, and one that I was looking forward to. Soon, he’d let his large cock out, and I’d finally get my treat. My long, hard, delicious treat.

A baseball game was on the TV, not that I cared in the least about what was on the screen. The center of my attention was much closer, the happy not-so-little bulge in his boxers - as usual he’d not bothered to even put on pants for my benefit, but I’d come to see the advantage in that. Less between me and that glorious cock, after all.

But he didn’t pull it out. I looked up at him but his focus was on the stupid game. What was this? Here I was, dressed like he wanted, acting like he wanted, and he just ignored me? That’s not what I was here for.

I deftly slid a hand in under the band in his boxers and grasped the mighty weapon I found there and pulled it out into the open. Still soft, it flapped against his leg.

“Couldn’t wait for your Daddy’s say-so, huh?” he murmured and softly stroked my hair while I moved my head forward, connecting it to the large head.

“I need it, Daddy,” I said, making my voice a pathetic whine that I knew he’d approve of.

“I know you do. You’re a real cock-slut, aren’t you, kitten?” he asked. I blushed but there was hardly any denying it. That’s why I was doing all this - the dress, the voice, the acting ... all to make him happy and get his big dick.

“Aren’t you?” he snarled and grabbed my hair, twisting my face up to look at him.

“Yes!” I instantly admitted.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I groveled, my voice a pitiful whimper. There really was very little resistance left in me; I didn’t even contemplate trying to break free or denying him.

“Good. Why are you here?” he asked, his voice stern while still holding my hair in his strict fist.

“To get fucked, Daddy,” I told him immediately. That was an easy answer.

“No, stupid slut,” he said and his free hand slapped me. Not hard, not painfully. Just a demonstration of his power - and of my weakness and inability to stop him. It should make me mad. It should fire up my defiance, shake up my willpower. But all it did was underline how powerless and helpless I was compared to him.

And turn me on. By the stars, it turned me on when he put me in my place like this. Later, on the way home, my submission would utterly disgust me, and I would loathe myself because I let him abuse me like this. This was why I always stood and debated with myself outside his door before I let myself in.

But here and now?

I loved it.

I loved when my big, strong Daddy showed me just how big and strong he was - and how small and defenseless I was.

“You are here to please me,” he said loudly and with clear articulation, as if talking to a simpleton or a child. And just how was I supposed to have guessed that? Last time he asked me, the answer had been ‘to get fucked’.

It was a game that I couldn’t win. It was a game designed to humble and punish and humiliate me. And I always played, though I ought to know better.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered meekly.

“Then get to it ... stupid slut,” he grumbled and shoved my head towards his cock, which had gained some strength while we talked. Clearly, I was not the only one getting turned on by our little ... discussion. I eagerly wrapped my lips around his head and started to suck it.

He’d long ago cured me of my reluctance to do sexual stuff in his living-room. Considering how often I’d gotten fucked on this very couch, it was hardly a surprise.

“Mhm ... sooo gooood,” I murmured around his big cock, as it filled my mouth with its strength and power. I bobbed up and down on the long rod, swallowing more and more of it. I was still far from making it all the way but I was getting deeper and deeper with every visit.

“Fuck yeah! There we go!” Tom exclaimed and gave an enthusiastic jump on the couch, making me gag and gurgle as his enormous prick suddenly got forced deep into my throat without me being ready, “there we fucking go!”