The Red Suitcase-Chapter 3 [cuckold] [bisexual]

The Red Suitcase-Chapter 3 [cuckold] [bisexual]

CHAPTER 3

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The next day I created a DropBox account and uploaded all the pictures from the night before then deleted them off my phone. It was a tough job keeping myself from stroking my cock while moving the pictures and looking at them. Until I moved them off my phone I didn’t realize just how many pictures I took last night, one hundred and seventeen. Some didn’t turn out very well, blurry or bad angle, that sort of thing, but all and all I was pretty proud of my work. She looked amazing in all of them.

It was Thursday and for the next few days we stayed busy without any time to have for ourselves. Between after school events, the kids’ social life and my family and Kim’s there just wasn’t any “us” time.

Tuesday came before I knew it and it had been a week since I’d last talked to Rick, he never responded to the last message Kim sent. I was having a slow morning at work with little planned for the afternoon so I thought I’d give him a call.

“What’s up buddy?” Rick asked after the second ring.

“Not much. You interested in catching some lunch somewhere today?”

He was silent for a few seconds before answering, “Any special reason?”

“No, I’m just slow here at work and have some free time. Thought if you weren’t busy we could visit and grab some grub.”

“Something you need to talk about?” He asked.

I now realized he was acting odd and the only thing I could think of was the last text Kim sent and his lack of response to it, “No not really. You okay Rick?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Same place as last time?”

“Sounds good. See you at noon.”

“Okay. Bye.”

It wasn’t just me, he was definitely acting differently. I hoped the whole thing with Kim hadn’t messed up our friendship. I put it aside and dug back into work trying not to think about it but catching myself looking at the clock way too often. Just before noon I left the office and headed to the restaurant.

After I parked I looked around for Rick’s truck but didn’t see it so I headed inside to get us a table. By ten after Rick still was a no show and at sixteen past noon he sent me a text saying something came up and couldn’t make it. I ordered and ate by myself wondering if something really came up or if he just didn’t want to see me. I told Kim about the odd call with Rick and the last minute cancellation, she wasn’t sure what to make of it and thought maybe I should give him a little time.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully and our sex life seemed to be returning to the way it was before, infrequent and more chore like. That may not be the best way to describe it but it was as though it was something that had to be done rather than something exciting to be looked forward to. I masterbated to the pictures of my wife as often as I could, which was only a couple of times a week, trying to recapture that spark from those two nights of ecstasy.

I could see the change in Kim just as I was sure she could see it in me. Two weeks turned into a month and I was about to leave town for business when I asked one night if we could take a few more pictures, thinking it might spice things up again plus give me new material for my spank bank. She said she was tired but maybe next week.

The next day I flew to Chicago for a three day conference. My second night there I was sitting in the bar drinking a beer by myself studying material from a session at the conference that afternoon when a lady about my wife’s age sat one barstool over from me and ordered a gin and tonic. I continued reading Sales Management Dynamics in a Recovering Economy as she drank her gin and tonic.

“Excuse me,” she said after about ten minutes, “Are you attending the sales management conference?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you think of it so far?”

“I probably could have skipped about half of it but I’ve got pretty good information from the other half of it. That’s the thing with these conferences, you never know if they’ll be worth the money. What about you, what do you think?”

“I think it’s great but then again I’m the one that organized it,” she said smiling back at me.

“Oh shit. Sorry. Yeah it is pretty good, I said thinking Oh fuck.

She started laughing and stuck her hand out for me to shake, “I’m Becky.”

“I’m Clint. I’m really sorry about that.”

“Really, it’s okay. It’s the most honest answer I’ve ever heard. Where are you from Clint”

“Dallas, I’m the Sales Manager at Electronic Conveyor Systems.”

“I was going to guess Texas from the accent.”

We talked about the conference, what I liked and didn’t. What I could put into practical use right away and what was more theoretical and if theoretical knowledge was useful in real world application. About four or five drinks later the conversation somehow turned to a more sexual nature as can happen between a male and female in a bar drinking.

“So when was the last time you did it,” she asked using air quotes around the word it.

“About a week,” I said thinking back, “what about you?”

“Week before last at a conference I did in New York. Being single has it’s advantages but regular sex is not one of them.”

For the second time since she sat down I thought oh fuck, then be careful Clint, this getting into dangerous territory. I thought for a minute then responded to her announcing that she has causual sex at conferences, “Becky I’ve enjoyed visiting with you but I better get going to my room now.”

“Why are you running off so quickly? I’ll buy us another round,” she said motioning for the bartender.

“No, I really need to leave.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything that offended you.”

“You didn’t, it’s just that I’m married and I can’t let this go any further,” I said, climbing off the barstool.

Becky started laughing and I started getting mad. The madder I got the harder she laughed and the harder she laughed the madder I got. I started to storm off but she caught me by the arm, “Wait Clint, let me explain,” she said still laughing, “You’re a good looking man and I can see why you might have miss understood, but there is no way I would have sex with you unless that bulge in your pants is a roll of quarters sitting on top a pussy.”

I looked at her for a second trying to understand what she just said.

“I’m a lesbian Clint.”

As a person that works in sales I’m rarely at a loss for words but right then I completely was and stood staring at her with my mouth open. I slid back onto the barstool, “I’ll have that beer now,” was all I could think to say followed by,”Really?”

Becky ordered the drinks while so many questions were running through my head. After the bartender brought us our drinks she looked at me, “Found your tongue yet?” She asked with a laugh, adding “That has so much more meaning when I say it to a lesbian.”

“I’m curious, and here’s why, my wife and I have fantasies about bringing a third into our bedroom. My fantasy involves us and another female.”

“As most male fantasies do,” she chimed in.

“But my wife doesn’t want me to be with another woman.”

“As most wives don’t,” she added, “and I’m flattered at the invitation but I would at least need to see a picture of her. It’s only been two weeks, Clint, not a year.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way, all though if my wife was to go for another woman I could see you being her type. No, what I want to ask you is, as a lesbian would you have a three some where a man was involved?”

“ With the right couple and some ground rules, yeah I would. If you were the male I could see myself doing it. Is your wife here?”

“No, she’s at home.”

“Bummer. My streak continues.”

“What ground rules?”

“Well for starters, I wouldn’t want to touch your dick or have you touch me with it. I wouldn’t want you to kiss me. If I was really into it I might be okay with you playing with my tits and maybe my pussy but it would have to be really hot with your wife.”

“That all seems reasonable.”

“Has your wife ever been with another woman?”

“No but she does enjoy lesbian porn about as much as I do. She gets super wet when we watch girl on girl.”

“And let me guess, her fantasy is with you and another guy?”

“With a twist, she wants him to be bisexual.”

Becky turned on her chair to face me, “Oh, things just got very interesting with you Clint. Please continue.”

“She has this fantasy of seeing a guy suck me and maybe me sucking a guy’s dick,” I said in a low voice.

“Why are you whispering? It’s okay to have sex with another person even if they’re the same sex,” she said in an overly loud whisper.

I smiled, “ Yeah but I’ve never done that before.” She cocked her head and looked at me sideways without saying anything, “Okay, I might have experimented a little when I was young but I never put a guy’s dick in my mouth.”

“But you might if your wife asks you to?”

“Only if it’s covered in her cum.”

Becky looked thoughtful for a minute, then spoke as I took another drink of my Michelob Ultra, “I never thought of that, I might be willing to put a dick in my mouth if it tasted like pussy.”

“I bet you would if it tasted like my wife’s, she tastes amazing.”

“Maybe,” she said then switched back to the previous line of questioning, “So you say you experimented, how so?”

I rolled my eyes then looked around the bar again, “I had this room mat in college that was bi, he would jack me off sometimes, I can’t believe I’m telling you this, my wife doesn’t even know.”

“Really? What else did you two do?”

“I would let him suck me off if I was having a dry spell with the girls. We jerked each other off a few times. He really liked to rub his dick with mine to make us cum then he would lick me clean.” Telling her about all this was starting to make my dick hard. I hadn’t really thought about it in a long time.

“So that is why you’re open to bisexual three some with your wife. I really think you should tell her about it. I bet she would get off hearing it. By the way do you have a picture of her? I would love to see what she looks like.”

“Yeah,” said picking my phone up from the bar. I started scrolling through the pictures on my camera roll until I came to one from a month earlier when we were dressed up for a party. Kim was wearing a sleeveless black dress with a low neckline and the hymn line was just above mid-thigh showing off her tanned legs. I held the phone out for Becky to see.

“Wow,” Becky said, taking the phone out of my hand. She zoomed in on Kim’s face so close you could see the few freckles that dotted her cheeks. Her brown eyes sparkled in the picture and her face was perfectly framed by her long, dark brown hair. The picture was taken in early May but Kim was already well tanned from hanging out at our pool with the kids.

“What’s your wife’s name,” she asked, as she started moving the zoomed in picture to the area of my wife’s cleavage.

“Kim.”

She moved the picture from one tit to the other, then back to Kim’s cleavage, “Those boobs are amazing. Are they real?”

“Oh, yes,” I said proudly.

Becky moved the picture down showing Kim’s legs then back up to her tits, where she stopped and gazed for a few seconds then back to her face looking at it like she was trying to remember each feature, “You have any more pictures of her? Maybe something a little more revealing?”

She handed the phone back. I didn’t need to go back in the history much farther to find the one I was looking for, it was a picture of Kim standing by the pool in her white bikini. The top covering her breasts was too small causing her to over flow and on one breast a bit of her areol was revealed. The bottoms were basically two triangles that tied on her hips. In this picture it was pulled tight to show an outline of her pussy underneath the small white piece of cloth. I handed the phone back to Becky.

“Wow,” she said, staring at the picture of Kim, “She has an amazing body. Just look at those big titties. I love big tits. And curves,” she zoomed in on one of Kim’s boobs, “She almost had a nip slip there Clint.”

She moved the picture down so Kim’s crotch was in the center of the phone screen and stared at my wife’s camel toe, “I bet she has a beautiful pussy.”

“She does, I love eating her.”

“Do you have any pictures of it?”

I smiled and shook my head, “Yeah, but I’m not allowed to show them to anyone without Kim’s permission.”

“Call her.”

“What?”

“Call her. Right now, call her.”

I looked at Becky looking back down at the picture of my wife like a woman possessed, “Call her and say what? Hey babe I met this woman at the hotel bar tonight and she wants to look at the naked pictures I have of you.”

“Stop being a little bitch Clint. Call her,” Becky commanded, handing me my phone.

This night had just officially gotten weird. I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I held the phone up to my ear. Kim answered on the third ring, “Hi babe, I thought this would be about the time you would call. How was your day.”

“It’s been good. I’ve been sitting here in the hotel bar the last couple hours having drinks with the lady that organized the conference.”

“Having drinks with a lady huh? Out of town without your wife and this what you do?” She said it in a teasing voice but there was an undertone of anger with it. Just then Becky held her hand out to me.

“What?” I whispered, pulling the phone away from my mouth.

“Give me the phone,” Becky said, making a grabbing motion with her hand.

“No.”

“What’s going on?” Kim asked.

“Becky is wanting to talk to you.”

“Well put her on. I’d like to talk to the woman that spent the evening with my husband.”

Oh fuck, I thought for now the third time this evening as I handed the phone over to Becky.

“Hi Kim, this is Becky,” she said, then pausing to listen to my wife. Becky let out a little laugh, “No, no, no, he’s not my type. As a matter of fact you have a very well behaved husband. He almost got up and left once until I stopped him and explained there was no way anything would happen between us.”

I watched as Becky listened to Kim, “You’re my type Kim. You are absolutely beautiful,” she said, sliding off the barstool.

“Where are you going?” I asked as she started to walk away.

“Girl talk. I’ll be back.” She said, then turned away and walked out of the bar talking to my wife on my phone.

I downed what was left of my beer and ordered another as I nervously sat there wondering what Becky was telling Kim. I was sure drunk Clint ran his mouth way too much tonight and was hoping Kim wouldn’t be mad. Then I remembered what I told Becky about my college roommate and really started getting nervous.

There was no way of knowing how much time passed before Becky finally came back. She took a seat on the barstool next to mine, “Well I’m back with your hubby now…yeah I really enjoyed talking to you too and hopefully we will talk again in a little bit. Here he is.”

She handed me the phone and I looked at it, then her, “Talk to your wife.”

“Hi babe,” I said after putting the phone to my ear.

“Well that was certainly very interesting,” she said.

“Which part?”

“Just all of it. I thought you deleted the dirty pictures you took of me.”

“I deleted them from my phone. They are stored on a secure site online.”

“Can you look at them on your phone?”

“Yeah. As a matter of fact I did this morning while I…well you know.”

“Jerked off.”

“Yep.”

She was silent for a couple of seconds before returning to the original conversation, “Okay, you can show them to her if you want but if you do then she’ll call me after. She wants to have phone sex with me. Can you believe it?”

I looked at Becky and she smiled real big at me, “No shit? That is crazy. What do you think about it?”

“It might be a little fun. I’ll only do it if you’re okay with it and I’ll tell you all about it when we’re done.”

I was getting hard thinking about her and Becky having sex in person while she spoke, “Okay, yeah.”

“Hurry up and show her those pictures so she will call me. Oh and one other thing, Becky said there is something I need to ask you about a college roommate you had.”

“I’ll tell you later,” I said, glaring at Becky. “I love you babe.”

“Love you too, talk to you later.”

I could see the lust in Becky’s eyes as I hung up the phone, “Kim is really nice.”

“Can’t believe you said something about my roommate. I shouldn’t let you see these pictures,” I said, acting more mad than I really was. “What I should do is march you up to your room and pull down your pants and spank your bare ass for doing that.”

I glared at her acting mad, waiting for her to say something. I could see the conflict on her face, she was torn between wanting me to do it and revolted at the thought of it, “I would do it too, right now if I thought my wife would be okay with it.”

Becky resolved her internal conflict, “Hand me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m going to call Kim and tell her that I need to show my submission to her and you. That’s the only way you’ll let me look at her pictures and have phone sex with her. I must submit to both of you and to show I will, you need to spank me.”

Kim and I fantasized about having a sub a few times. She might like this idea but I don’t know what she would think about this situation. Fuck it, what do I have to lose, I thought and unlocked my phone to hand to her.

She took the phone and called Kim. Becky told her basically what she said to me, then listened. After a few seconds she said, “I understand…Yes Miss Kim…I will do as you tell me Miss Kim.”

Becky handed me the phone, “Holy shit babe, I didn’t realize she was submissive. How did that happen?”

“I’ll explain later. What do you want me to do?”

“Go to her room with her then FaceTime me.”

“Okay, talk to you in a few minutes,” I said, then hung up the phone and called for the check. Becky’s demeanor was completely changed. She had gone from being a self assured professional woman to a meek girl waiting to be told what to do.

I signed the check then looked at her, “Take me to your room,” I commanded her. We left the bar and arrived in her room on the ninth floor a few minutes later.

“What now master?”

“You have my wife’s phone number?” She nodded without looking up, “FaceTime her.”

After a few seconds I could see my wife sitting up on the bed in her nightgown, “Hi Miss Kim,” Becky said.

“Becky hand the phone to Clint and remove all your clothes so my husband can inspect you.”

“Yes Miss Kim,” She said, then handed me the phone. Kim asked me to have a seat and to flip the camera so she could watch as Kim undressed. She took off her slacks first revealing a black thong panty. Next she pulled the shirt over her head leaving her in just the thong and a lacy bra.

“Turn around slowly so my husband and I can get a look.”

Becky did a slow spin, she had a small ass that looked great in a thong. My dick was about to burst out of my pants as I watched my wife tell this nearly naked woman what to do.

“Very nice. Now remove your underwear.”

She took the bra off first. Her B cup breasts sagged slightly. Her nipples were much smaller than my wife’s but hard with a small areola. She hiked her thumbs in the sides of her thong and pulled it down to her knees then let it drop the rest of the way to the floor and stood straight with her hands to her side.

“Turn around and face away from us,” Kim said. After she turned Kim told her to spread her legs slightly, bend over and spread her ass. With her ass spread we could see her pussy too. It was much different from my wife’s with small pink lips compared to Kim’s long dark ones. Her slit was barely open and I could see a glistening of wetness in her.

“Becky, turn around facing me,” Kim said, “Now squeeze those cute little titties for me. Yeah like that. Does that feel good?”

“Yes Miss Kim.”

“I bet you would like me to squeeze those tits wouldn’t you?”

“I would love it, Miss Kim.”

“I wouldn’t though Becky. Only good sluts deserve that and you’ve been a bad little slut, haven’t you Becky?”

“Yes Miss Kim, but I want to be a good slut for you.”

“Bad sluts don’t get to play with their tits. Bad sluts need to have their nipples pinched. Now Pinch your nipples for me. No, not like that, hard. Make it hurt Becky. That’s it, keep doing it until I tell you to stop. Hold the phone up to her face Clint so she can see me.”

I stood up and put it in her face, “Can you see me Becky? Can you see how wet my pussy is from watching you punish yourself?”

“Yes Miss Kim,” she said with a whimper.

I could now hear how wet my wife was as she played with her pussy on the camera for Becky to see, “ Look at all that cum on my fingers,” then a second later I heard a sucking sound followed by, “Oh my pussy tastes so good Becky. But bad sluts don’t get to taste my pussy, only good little sluts. Sit back down Clint.”

I went back to the couch, “Okay Becky you can stop pinching your nipples. Do you have a butt plug?”

“Yes Miss Kim. I have three.”

“Get them and show me.”

I watched her walk across the room and dig through her red suitcase. As she came back I noticed that her inner thighs just below her pussy were wet. She held out the three plugs in front of the camera. There was a small, medium and large, all three of them were stainless steel with a jewel on the end.

“We’ll start with the smallest one but I’m going to be nice and let you use lube if you have it. If you don’t, it’s going in your ass dry.”

“I have some Miss Kim,” she said then went back to the suitcase.

“I want to watch you put it in slut.”

Becky squirted a little liquid from a bottle onto the end of the plug then started rubbing it around the end to be inserted up her ass as she walked back to me. She turned around and bent over spreading one ass cheek then slowly pushed the plug into her until only the jeweled end showed. Then she used both hands to spread her ass, showing us the plug was fully inside her.

“Turn around and put one foot by my husband on the sofa and spread that little pussy for me.”

Becky did as instructed, giving us a good look at her pussy. A string of her cum, about four inches long dangling between her legs.

“You’re a naughty little slut, putting your dripping wet pussy in my husband’s face. Do you want to play with your pussy?”

“Yes Miss Kim.”

“I bet you do. I bet that little clit I see is just throbbing to be touched. Would you want my husband to touch it?”

“Yes Miss Kim.”

“You’re such a bad slut Becky but I might be able to make you my good little slut. Now lay across my husband’s lap with your ass pointed at his face to receive your spanking.”

Once she was in position I was sure my cock was rubbing against her vigina. Kim told me to hand Becky my phone so she could watch her face as she received her punishment.

I started spanking her ass, every other time hitting a spot that would cause the plug to move inside her. Each time my hand came down on her butt it would drive her pussy into my aching cock. I was afraid I might cum before Kim told me to stop and might have if she didn’t make me pause a couple times to keep Becky from cumming.

By the time I stopped Becky’s ass was bright pink. When she climbed off my lap there was a wet spot on my pants from Becky’s pussy. Kim instructed me to leave. When I got back to my room I undressed then jacked off for about ninety seconds before shooting a huge load. I laid down on the bed and waited for my wife to call and tell me how her time with Becky went

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