Chapter 4: To Be or Not To Be

Story by Nunpata
Illustrations by Mat

We awoke Friday morning to the beeping of my cell phone. It was Martha and she told us that everything went smoothly at the school and they were on their way to San Antonio. I didn’t realize that it was already 8:30am. Ann and I needed to get up and get started on the day if we were going to be ready to meet with Max, Susan, and Austin at 5pm.

Ann took a potty stop while I went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I took a potty break while my wife cut up some fruit for breakfast. We sat at the kitchen table naked, according to House Rules, and drank our much needed first cup of coffee.

“Honey, you don’t seem to be excited about meeting my Texas friends tonight. Is there still a problem about me not taking you as a sex slave?”

“Oh No, Eddie. I understand and agree with your reasoning about not being your sex slave. I don’t need to wear your collar to tell people that I belong to you. My wedding rings are my collar. They tell everyone that I belong to you and that I am not available to play with other people. But, sometimes, I want people to know that I am available to play even though I am married. Does that make sense?”

“Of course it makes sense. If you can give me a little time, I think I can solve that problem.”

“Really, Eddie? If you could solve that problem, it would make things much easier for me.”

“Consider it done. Now, are there any other problems I can help you solve?”

Ann said that she still didn’t know what to wear for tonight’s party. I told her to check her closet and lay out a couple of choices on the bed and I would help her decide which one she should wear tonight.

While my wife was choosing an outfit for this evening, I called Tracy’s Toy Shop and I was relieved that it was Tracy who answered. I gave her my name and she remembered me from my visit to her store last week with Max and Susan. I told her why I was calling and asked if she had the items I needed in stock. She replied that she didn’t but if I gave her an hour she could custom make the items in her workshop. I thanked her and told her I would be there in an hour.

I went to the bedroom to help Ann select an outfit for tonight. She had several options lying on the bed. They ranged from pants and top to dresses. I told her that I preferred her wearing a dress, but the ones she had laid out weren’t right for tonight’s activities.

“Do you still have that dress the Home Ec teacher made for you?”

“Yes. I do. I put it in a box when I became pregnant. It is probably in the attic along with some other clothes I haven’t worn for a while.”

“Let’s see if we can find it. It would be perfect for tonight.”

I led my wife to the garage, pulled down the attic ladder, and let her lead the way up. Each step up that she took exposed more and more of her naked pussy. When her pussy reached the level of my eyes, I started climbing the ladder behind her. Ann knew what I was doing and began exaggerating her every step. As she moved through the opening into the attic, she spun her body 180 degrees and sat down with her pussy at the edge of the opening and her legs spread with a foot on either side of the opening.

Ann smiled and said, “You have to pay a toll to enter the attic.”

“And what kind of toll do I have to pay?”

“One oral orgasm.”

“That seems fair.” I moved my head between her legs, covered her wet pussy with my mouth, and let my tongue pay the toll.

Luckily, Ann was very horny and it didn’t take long to pay the toll. We did find the box we were looking for. I draped the dress over my shoulder as my wife repacked the contents of the box. I led the way back to the ladder and began my descent. Ann followed my lead. When my feet were on the garage floor, I waited for my wife to catch up. When she was three steps from the bottom, I stepped forward and aimed my hard cock towards the ladder. On her next step down, her pussy came into contact with my cock.

Ann turned to look at me and I said, “You have to pay a toll to get off the ladder.”

“And what type of toll do I have to pay?”

“Take one more step down and you will find out.”

My wife took the next step down and my cock slid inside her pussy.

“How do I know when I have paid the toll?”

I told her that she would know when she felt my cum running down her leg. My wife giggled and began pistoning her pussy up and down until I came inside her.

As I removed my cock from her pussy, she said, “I like paying that kind of toll. We will have to do that again sometime.”

Inside the house, Ann added the dress to some other laundry and took the bundle to the washing machine. When she returned to the kitchen, I had a warm wet cloth and cleaned my cum from between her legs.

“I have been thinking about tonight and I have come to the conclusion that what needs to happen tonight is not what I originally planned. After our discussion yesterday and my decision to do what is right for us, I think I need to do the same thing with Max and Susan. I don’t know what I am going to say or how it will turn out.”

Ann told me that she would support me no matter what transpired tonight.

With that assurance, we needed to go out and make two quick stops before coming home to get ready for tonight.

Our first stop was at the Hilton Inn. I left Ann in the car and went inside. I checked us in, ordered finger foods and sodas to be delivered at 7pm, gave the clerk my credit card, and received the key cards to the room. I texted both Austin and Max to give them the room number.

Our next stop was at Tracy’s Toy Shop. My wife’s eyes opened wide when she recognized what kind of toy store we were at. I saw Tracy at the counter. She raised her index finger in the air and retreated to the backroom. When Tracy returned to the sales floor, I told Ann to take her time, look around and see if there was anything she would like to get.

I went to the counter to meet with Tracy. She had two boxes on the counter and she pushed them both toward me. I opened the first box to find a one inch wide, black velvet choker. A pendant in the shape of a pineapple was sewn into the middle of the choker. Two leather strings were sewn into the ends of the choker so that when tied together it would keep the choker in place. The contents of the second box was identical to the first except it was made from a soft black leather.

“They are perfect Tracy. Absolutely perfect.” I leaned forward, kissed Tracy’s forehead, and whispered, “Almost as perfect as you are.”

Returning to an upright position, I asked her if she could make another eleven sets to match the set before me. She told me that she would be happy to take care of my needs and would have them ready by 10am tomorrow.

I asked Tracy if she was working tomorrow and she shook her head, no.

“My assistant is going to be in charge of the store for the weekend. I am going to sit around and do nothing but rest.”

“I am going to host a brunch at 10am tomorrow at the Cracker Barrel. Max, Susan, Austin, and my wife will be there. Would you like to join us? You could bring the new chokers, have a nice meal, and join us for the rest of the day if you would like.”

“I would like to join you in the morning and I would love to join you for the day. If things get as intimate as I imagine, I would really love spending the night also.”

“Done,” I said. Make sure you bring the new chokers with you.”

Pointing toward Ann, Tracy asked if my new slave would be attending also. I smiled and replied, “That woman is not a slave; she is my wife.”

Ann saw us looking at her. As she joined us at the counter, she handed me a box. I looked at it and nodded yes. I thought to myself that if the next five or six hours went as I hoped, then the contents of the box would come in handy tomorrow morning.

“Honey. This morning you said that even though we are married, you would like to let other people know that you are still available for fun. I called Tracy this morning and told her what I wanted to get you, only to find out that she had nothing in stock that would even remotely be what I wanted.

“Tracy offered to custom make the items. I think that when you see them you will agree that Tracy is not only a very beautiful woman, she is also very imaginative and an extremely talented craftsman.”

I pushed the two boxes in front of Ann. She opened the first one and her mouth fell open. When she opened the second box she screamed, “Oh My God. They are beautiful.”

While my wife was admiring the two chokers, Tracy said, “I know what you are thinking. Why did your husband choose a freaking pineapple to be the center point? Pineapples have always been known as a symbol of warm welcomes, celebration, and hospitality. Due to the pineapple symbolism, swingers have adopted the fruit to let other like-minded people know that they are welcome to be with you and that you want to connect with them. Swingers use the pineapple as a secret symbol to look out for each other in public.

“Even if you are not a swinger, the pineapple has meaning. Many people use a certain fruit to show their relationship status. A blueberry means you are single. A cherry means you are in a relationship. But, if your love life isn’t quite so straightforward, you have another option: a pineapple means that your relationship status is complicated.

“But the pineapple symbolism doesn’t stop there.” Tracy picked up one of the chokers and held it with the pineapple right side up. “When you wear the choker in this position it means that you are willing to be kissed and hugged. You are willing to be touched and fondled. And finally, you are willing to participate in oral sex, both giving and receiving.” Tracy turned the choker 180 degrees so that the pineapple was now up-side down. “In this position, you will be telling other people that you want to do all of things I have just mentioned plus, you are willing to have sexual intercourse with them.”

My wife threw her arms around me and said, “Oh, Eddie. This is everything I could ever ask for.” She raised her head and kissed my lips. “You are so going to get fucked tonight,” she whispered in my ear.

Tracy said, “Mrs. Moran, your husband requested another bit of symbolism for these chokers. I also want to tell you that if you ever get tired of him, please let me know first. I would gladly spend the rest of my life with him. Anyway, your husband is one of the few men that somewhat understands women. He knows that we have certain moods and wants, so he had me make two chokers. When you wear the black velvet choker, you will be telling others that you want soft, caring, and loving sex. If you choose to wear the black leather choker, you will be telling others that you want hard, lustful, and uninhibited sex.”

Ann bent at the waist. Her pussy was spasming as an orgasm took over her body. Tracy and I had to hold her up to keep her from falling to the floor.

“I think your wife likes the chokers.”

“I think you are right.”

I paid for all twelve sets of chokers plus the toy that Ann had chosen and reminded Tracy to bring the other chokers with her to the brunch tomorrow morning.

Ann started coming out of her post orgasmic trance as we drove home. I moved the wash to the drier while Ann went to the bathroom to clean her soaked pussy. I joined my wife in the bathroom and we showered together. While Ann was drying her hair, I retrieved her wrap-around dress from the drier. I was surprised to see that it did not need ironing and took it straight to the bedroom. Ann was searching for a bra and panty set when I tapped her shoulder and shook my head.

“Really,” she said.

“Really,” I replied.

“Commando?”

“Commando!”

I put on a pair of slacks and a long-sleeved dress shirt. I led my wife to the car. We arrived at the hotel at 4:30pm. Before we rode the elevator to the 4^th floor, I stopped at the front desk to ensure our room service would be delivered at 7pm. The suite was just as nice as I thought it would be. It had a bedroom with a king size bed, a bathroom, and a large living area with a balcony.

“Are you ready for tonight,” I asked my wife.

She said that she was ready and hoped that everything would work out the way we had planned.

Austin was the first to arrive at 4:45pm. I introduced her to Ann and marveled at what happened next.

It was like two long lost sisters were getting back together. There was an instant bond between the two women. They hugged each other and even kissed each other on the lips. They sat down next to each other and whispered back and forth. There was a lot of giggling and exchanges of conversation. I took another chair and watched their interaction until there was another knock on the door.

Ann and Austin stopped their conversation and watched me answer the door.

Susan entered the room followed by Max, who carried a suitcase in one hand and a gym bag in the other. Max and Susan both disrobed quickly and fell to their knees in front of me in the classic submissive pose. Their buttock’s rested on their heels, torso erect with head bowed, and their arms were resting on their thighs, palms up.