Hi friends!
Thank you for the warm reception of the first part if this story! Here’s chapter 2 and more is probably in the works. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2
Dolly woke up first the next morning seemingly no worse for wear. Cookie had left late in the night, just prior to the sun coming up, and I had my worst hangover in recent memory.
“Drink too much you think?” She said it calmly but there was fury behind her words.
I had slept through the night on the chaise. Still naked, but someone had put a light blanket over me. I was nauseous, my head pounded, and I’m sure I was dehydrated. I was about to catch hell for last night and all I wanted to do was lay here and not throw up.
Dolly set down two Ibuprofen and a glass of water on the table next to me. “Thank you. Uh… Let’s talk about last night?” I choked it out as I sat up, pain splitting my head in two and bile rising in my throat.
“Take a shower and I’ll make breakfast. Let’s talk later.” Dolly was clearly mad at me but there was more going on here. She’d also never made me breakfast before. In fact, she doesn’t really cook at all if it can’t be reconstituted with hot water.
“Uh yeah that sounds good, thank you, Sweetheart.” I was absolutely about to catch hell for last night. This was the calm before the storm and if I wasn’t in utter agony I’d probably be spiraling out of control with anxiety. Was this it, was this the murder-suicide she joked about sometimes? Like haha if you ever leave me I’ll kill you just kidding. It was cute but worrisome and I had told her as much on occasion.
The water was life and I downed the pills with the entire glass. I stumbled off the chaise and lumbered to the bathroom. Dolly failed to smack my bare ass as I made it through the kitchen, an opportunity she would never typically miss. She was actually cooking something, too, and I fought off the urge to offer help or advice. Dolly usually hates cooking for me and has only ever done it on a handful of occasions. Which is a shame because whether it’s good or not I appreciate a meal I don’t have to prepare for myself. Maybe she poisoned the food and this was it, I thought to myself.
I stopped in our home office before making it to the bathroom. Nothing helps a hangover more than a bong hit, so I ground some herb I kept in my desk and packed a bowl. I did my best not to cough and alert Dolly to what I was doing, but in that I failed. After my head stopped throbbing from the coughing I made it to the bathroom and turned the shower on hot to start getting steamy.
I stared in the mirror at myself, my thick, dark hair an utter mess. I brushed my hair aside with my hand in a futile attempt to tame it and waited for the shower to heat up. Memories from last night rushed through my head. The way Cookie smelled, the way she tasted, the victorious moan as I finally slipped my cock all the way into her for the first time, the rush as I filled her with my seed. A familiar sensation began to engorge my penis and a rush of guilt washed over me. While I’m sure what Dolly feels about last night is a complicated mix of anger and regret, she’s probably also scared. Scared of what last night means and in need of reassurance that we’ll be okay.
A thought formed in my mind that I struggled to temper. She’d been filling me with these desires for weeks now. She’s been insisting I fuck her doggy with a cell phone playing porn on her back. She’s been whispering how good Cookie’s pussy must feel into my ear as we fuck missionary, making me cum in an instant, only to frequently varify that these were to remain fantasies and that we probably shouldn’t actually invite that kind of turmoil into our lives. I shook the thoughts from my head, a poor decision because my head rang out in agony in response.
Rage bubbled within as my cock throbbed before me, defying my hangover. I was a mix of unbearably horny and indignant rage as I let thoughts of the night before wash over me. I took my erection in my hand and slowly stroked, slippery pre cum already forming at the head of my penis. The memory of Cookie’s tight, wet cunt was all I could think about. She had moaned quietly in my ear as I rocked my hips into her, kissing down her neck before taking her nipple into my mouth. Pump me full of your milk Daddy, can I cum too Daddy, she asked in hushed cries before I emptied my balls deep into her. The familiar feeling of an imminent orgasm crept close and I edged myself until my precum formed a milky white froth. The Ibuprofen and herb were doing their job because by this point the only thing I felt was the need to fuck Cookie again. I continued slowly stroking my cock until I couldn’t bear it any longer, stroking faster and harder as I approached orgasm. I let out an audible moan as I ejaculated with enough force to splatter my sperm onto the shower walls as I imagined filling Cookie one more time.
In my post-nut clarity I remembered all the reasons I loved my wife Dolly, and that she makes triple what I do, so I prepared myself to play damage control as I finished up in the shower. I was annoyed but I did feel guilty and conflicted, my penis still engorged as thoughts of Cookie filled my head. It was 2 in the afternoon and I worked today in a few hours. I only worked the dinner service unless something came up, but it often did.
I dressed for work and joined Dolly at the dining table. She made eggs benedict and it actually looked pretty good. I didn’t think her sauce was from scratch but I didn’t bother asking, happy to have a meal and not a fight so far. I wondered if the poison was in the sauce.
“This looks good. Did you sleep in late?” I asked, trying to gauge what from last night she was witness to.
“No. I woke up as Cookie was leaving and I’ve been up since then.” Dolly didn’t offer anything further but gestured for me to eat.
“So…Should we talk about last night?” I was eager to get this fight over with.
“You have to leave for work shortly, we’ll talk after.” Dolly was already getting up from the table, she’d apparently eaten as I was in the bathroom pleasuring myself.
That was the worst answer she could have given me and I think she knew it. This was going to eat me up and distract me all day. Fucking great. “Yeah, okay.” I said it more annoyed than I meant to.
She shot me a look from the kitchen that told me I was on thin ice and she returned to her computer to resume her work. This was going to be a long day.
Fridays were short days for me, fortunately. I worked a bit later than I would on the lunch shift, but my sous chef was in school and this was the schedule that worked for right then. I’d have to leave right after work if I wanted to even catch Dolly before she went to bed.
I left for work a bit early since home felt hostile and stopped for coffee on my way in. I grabbed a large cold brew with four shots of espresso and I got Cookie an iced hazelnut latte.
I found Cookie getting ready for tonight’s dinner service over in the bar’s lounge area. I held out my hazelnut offering.
“Don’t be weird.” She looked up to me, her outfit a bit more tasteful than the one she wore last night but not by a lot. She had her hair up in space buns today and I realised I had feelings for this girl and that it was a problem.
“What do you mean?” I sat across from her, plopping the coffee down on the table.
“Don’t be weird. You never bring me coffee.” The memory of this chocolate goddess last night clouded my head and I adjusted how I was sitting as an uninvited erection joined the conversation.
“Dolly’s upset.” I said flatly, my desire to be at work today quickly fading as my headache and nausea began to creep back in. I never smoked at work but I thought I might make an exception today. Not that I had anything with me, but if you’re in need the absolute most reliable place to find some weed is a restaurant.
“Uh oh.” Cookie seemed amused. Even through my fog I marveled again at her cunning genius. She wanted to fuck me and she knew I’d never cheat on my wife. She’d honestly been trying to get me to, I think. When she failed, she tried another angle. She got the wife on board. Perhaps lightly coerced while under the influence, but I don’t really know. The bottom line is that she made the impossible happen, and I still wasn’t technically a cheater. Should I have stopped when I noticed my wife had been bested by the liquor? Maybe, but I didn’t.
“Well, I don’t know what’s to come of it but she wouldn’t talk to me before work. I’d imagine we probably won’t be allowed to fool around any more.”
“Allowed?” She said it as if it was the most absurd statement I’d ever made. “But I’m thirsty for your milk Daddy, won’t you give it to me?”
I melted as she said the words. The erection I’d been successfully hiding was now throbbing in my pants and she could see it on my face. Guilt at my actions last night faded away and I was overcome with a desire to take Cookie right then and there.
“Ahh… Fuck, Cookie. Knock it off, we’ve got a busy service tonight and I’m already barely here mentally.”
“I’m just teasing. If last night has to be a one time thing that’s fine and all.” She was using her slightly more serious tone that told me there was more to her than a sex obsessed thot. Her tone changed back to what I thought of as her Kitten persona, but it was also weirdly similar to her customer service voice. “But wouldn’t you like to fill me with milk one more time, Daddy?”
I rolled my eyes hard at her and got up to prepare for service. I was glad my friendship with Cookie seemed to have remained intact but there was new meaning behind her playful flirtations now, and they certainly have escalated from what they used to be. I mean, this girl had me hard just whispering in my ear a few weeks back. Now I’ve been inside of her and it was all I could think about.
Dinner service was busy but it puttered off earlier than usual. I took my kitchen staff outside for the pre-shift meeting and did my best to hype them up for the evening to come. My sous had a special being run and he was pretty excited about it. It’s good he’s in school though, because cooking was not his calling in life. He understood it in a technical sense but he was too rigid in his thinking to actually have any fun with food. He absolutely got the short end of the stick as the sous chef, too, getting to deal with all the things that I didn’t care to. He managed my kitchen staff and was well liked by them, though, so I was happy to keep him around.
He hooked me up with a smoke after the meeting, once the rest of them had gone back inside.
“You look like shit, chef.” Eddie produced a joint and lit it, taking a drag before passing it to me.
“Hungover as shit. You hear anything about my party last night?” I took the offered joint and took a few light puffs. Eddie had wanted to come but was stuck doing homework, he said.
“Uh… Yeah, a bit. Dude, did you fuck Cookie? Aren’t you married?” Eddie lived for details of my sex life, I’d occasionally give him tidbits of stuff I did with Dolly and he’d tell me about a tinder girl he was chatting with. He was infatuated with Cookie and often it was him she was making jealous as she playfully made her unsuccessful advances towards me. Unfortunately, Eddie had a painful lack of game.
“Uhh what did you hear?” My heart sank as my hope that I could keep this under wraps looked less and less possible. Gossip traveled fast in a restaurant. If Eddie heard I’m sure everyone heard by now.
“Nothing, really.” I gave a sigh of relief that didn’t go unnoticed. “The guys said Cookie’s car was still there as they were leaving last night. Did she spend the night?”
“Yeah, she spent the night. Drank a bit too much and crashed on my couch” We passed the joint back and forth a couple times and finished it before heading in. He pried for further details but I wasn’t having it. He gets excited enough if I tell him my wife gave me a blow job, this boy isn’t ready to handle more than that.
Service was a painful slog but we were able to close up earlier than usual. If I could get out of here soon I could definitely catch Dolly before she goes to bed, I thought to myself.
I ran into Cookie on my way to the elevator downstairs. She gave me a wry smile as we entered the elevator together and the moment the door shut she was on me, thirsty and desperate as we tore at each other’s clothes. The elevator dinged nine floors down into the hotel’s lobby and a hotel guest was there waiting to board as we scrambled to regain composure. She pursed her lips at us and made a sound that I assume meant she was not amused as we slipped past her.
All thoughts of Dolly were once again nothing more than vague background noise as I followed Cookie to her car, a bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle with dark tinted windows that she always parked at the top of the parking garage. The moment we were back in an elevator, going another nine floors up, we were on each other. When we reached the top we stepped out and around the corner. I leaned against the railing under a dark new moon. She dropped to her knees in front of me and had my belt and pants undone before I could even think to protest.
“Can I have your milk please, Daddy?” Cookie’s generous tits pressed against me as she brushed her face against my shaft through my boxers and looked up to lock eyes with me. “Please Daddy, I promise I’ll be a good Kitten for you.”
I thought of Dolly suddenly. I love that woman, but fuck does she frustrate me. I felt like I’d been through this cycle of her obsessing over a kink and breaking down afterwards, once she pushed it too far, a dozen times now. Her CNC, consensual non-consent kink, was probably the worst breakdown. She obsessed over it and ended up falling into a bad depression for a time. It was the only thing that would turn her on for a while. If it wasn’t rough sex she probably wouldnt be in the mood, which, being CNC, wasn’t an issue if I was feeling like taking her anyway when I fancied. And I did fancy, sometimes, but when my attempts at sweet, passionate sex were always either turned down or turned into choking and calling her a dirty slut it started to become an issue for me. I’d never, not once denied Dolly sex before. We had that new relationship kind of energy in the bedroom and we never lost it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dolly had never been turned down for sex, period. She was the hottest girl I’d ever been with after Cookie now and I know she had a few boyfriends in college.
The first time I denied Dolly sex as she plopped her tiny topless frame into my lap, a belt around her neck and a request to choke her with it, it really seemed to shake her. She still says it was one of the most jarring experiences of her life. She fell into a funk as my celibacy entered day three and spiraled down a deep dark well of rape fetish guilt and other things, and as her dutiful, loving husband, I was patient with her. There for her when she needed me. Ever present as she further withdrew from me until eventually I helped her crawl back out from the abyss. But I was tired of it, and I knew that’s exactly where this ménage à trois obsession was going.
“Jesus Christ Cookie…” My thoughts returned to the girl of my dreams at my feet.
“Can I be your Kitten, Daddy? I promise I’ll be a good girl.” She undulated against me and raised a hand to caress my achingly rigid cock. “Please?” She made a final plea as she pawed at me through my boxers.
I had called Cookie Kitten last night because she was wearing those cute cat ears and asking for milk but I don’t think I realised until then how much she was into this particular kink. I was happy to oblige, being a bit of a sexual chameleon after accommodating so many of Dolly’s kinks, but inexperienced as a pet play dom.
“Yes, Kitten. I’ll be your Daddy, and you’ll be a good girl for me?” I was winging the pet play angle, but it seemed to do the trick.
“The best, Daddy!” I helped Cookie with the removal of my lower garments and stood before her. She still knelt in front of me, eyes transfixed on my finally free phallus. We didn’t quite make it to her car, but no one was likely to see us up on the top floor. I was still a little nervous about basically being in public with my dick out.
“Maybe we should go to your car…” I didn’t even finish my sentence before I felt Cookie’s warm mouth on my shaft.
“Can I have your milk now please, Daddy?” She said it as she gripped my cock with one hand and lowered herself to give attention to my balls. She looked up to me with those eyes I can’t resist and I forgot I was suggesting we move to her car.
“Take it, Kitten. You’ve been a good girl.” I patted her on the head, she looked almost too adorable today to be doing the things she was about to do to me.
She rose and gave me a final look, a devious smile on her lips, before finally taking me into her mouth. It was heaven and I was sure I wasn’t going to last long. She worked my dick like she was a master of the craft and before I could make sense of exactly what she was even doing to my penis I lost control and blew my load into her mouth. She took it all, deep in her throat. She didn’t spill a drop and I was thoroughly impressed. I wondered for a moment how many hours of practice she’d put into sucking dick.
“Mmmmm thank you for your milk Daddy!” She looked drunk, almost in a daze as she leaned against my softening cock.
“Whoa, Cookie, that was incredible.”
“I want to be your Kitten, Daddy.” She said it a little more forcefully than I expected, in a way that made my heart melt.
I could feel myself becoming stiff again and I rolled the idea of Cookie being my Kitten around in my head. I couldn’t go back to just my wife’s pussy after getting a taste of Cookie’s, she was just too good. Too tight and too wet and just too fucking perfect to go back to only having Dolly. The thought of using Dolly like a fleshlight as I recounted my tryst with Cookie came to me and I was again filled with righteous indignation and raw, primal lust.
“Well I should get you a collar then, Kitten. Let’s go to your car and fuck, it’s cold out here.”
“Yesss Daddy.” Cookie seemed to purr.
We went to her Beetle and got in the back seat. I’d grabbed my clothes but hadn’t bothered dressing for the dash across the parking lot. I was undeniably more comfortable here than out in the open, and I was glad this floor of the parking garage was pretty much empty, but there were a few other cars. I was even more glad for Cookie’s tinted windows when an employee from another restaurant nearby exited the elevator and stopped for a smoke exactly where I was standing a few minutes ago. People sometimes take their smoke breaks up there.
“Told you we should have gotten in the car to begin with, we almost got caught.”
Cookie laughed then. A genuine light hearted laugh that actually took me by surprise. “Yeah. Yikes.”
That was all we spoke about very nearly getting caught before our tongues were down each other’s throats again. She took her place on my lap, easing herself down onto my substantial girth with the cutest whimper. I impatiently put my hands on her hips and pulled her down onto my cock until she sat snuggly at the base of my penis. She hummed with pleasure and kissed me deep as she began slowly rocking her hips into me. I could still feel her IUD poking the head of my dick and wondered if I’d be able to fuck it out of her like I did Dolly’s. I was sure going to try.
She rode me hard and we made sweet, passionate love. Cookie was getting close to climax when she tried to say something. Beg for milk or permission to cum, I’m sure. I pulled her face back to me and kissed her again, silencing her with my mouth as I unloaded into her. She cried out at the sensation of being filled and rode my dick with even more vigor as I pumped her full of cum. Cookie reached her peak and exploded with pleasure, screaming into my mouth as she bounced herself on my dick. I could feel her begin to tremble from her exertion and held her on my lap, cock still throbbing and hard inside of her, as we basked in the afterglow of the best sex I think I’d ever had.
I kissed my Kitten’s neck and brought my mouth close to her ear. “I suppose I should tell Dolly I’m the one who acquired a new pet this time.”
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