Little Black Ball Ch. 01

"Damn it, Elaine, it's always about Jeanie anymore. I'm beginning to think..." He complained, when the doorbell rang, cutting off his sentence. Elaine touched him briefly in resignation, and went to let Jeanie in. Behind her stood a young Italian man bearing their dinner.

Jeanie strolled past Elaine and gave her a perfunctory air kiss in greeting, then moved to the side as Elaine paid for the food.

The young man at the door greeted the married couple with a smile. "Hi, Mrs. Davidson. Mr. Davidson." Despite the cordial hellos, the man was blatantly staring at Jeanie.

"Hi, Anthony" said Elaine, as she slipped him a fifty and took the food and wine, "thanks for being such a dear."

"You're welc.." he said, as Jeanie closed the door in his face.

It was no wonder that Anthony had been distracted. She was stunning. A tight red leather dress and white leather boots, makeup to match, and auburn hair perfect in the ever-present ponytail. Daryl felt his lust (and his prick) rise at the site until the reality of it all brought him back to earth. Her attire was all part of the big kiss-off brought him to earth. He fought to retain his civility, despite that fact that he knew they were going to drop a bombshell on him sometime tonight. "Hi, Jeanie, long time no see. How's things?"

She dropped her large bag on the couch, and gave him a smile that turned his stomach. "Good, good. I need you to, well, I need to make some serious decisions tonight. I am ninety-nine percent sure of what I want to do for you and Elaine, but I want you to have the final say."

"Sounds important." Gary replied. Once again, he could feel his anger rising with each poisoned word that fell from the viper's mouth.

"It is" she said, "Let me get you some wine, and we can get things started while Elaine finishes getting things ready." Gary didn't notice her slip the small vial of white powder from her purse as she walked into the kitchen for the drinks.

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Gary's mind was completely fuzzy. He must have drunk a lot more wine than he thought, or the jetlag was hitting him really hard. His eyes felt caked shut, but as he went to rub them he found that his hands were bound to his side. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness, and realization of his position hit home hard. He pried open his eyes and looked around.

He was in his bedroom, still clothed and seated in a chair. The lights were off, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the scant light given off by a few candles burning on each of the night tables. What felt like heavy tape secured his legs to the legs of the chair. His arms were bound to his side in a like manner, and his body was taped to the chair. His mouth had tape over it too. The chair was leaning back, which threw his balance off a bit, and must have been secured to the bedroom doorknob. His attempts at moving got him nowhere. He tried getting some type of noise past the gag, but only succeeded in making some loud grunts.

How very cliché, he thought. Tied to a chair in his own bedroom. Helpless.

From her position of the couch, Jeanie heard the grunts from the bedroom , and took another sip of wine. It was a little sweet for her tastes, but she had picked it specifically to cover the sedatives she had added to Gary's glass. He was out cold two minutes after his first mouthful. Elaine knelt nearly naked before her, her mouth and tongue working diligently on Jeanie's pussy.

Jeanie drained the glass, and reluctantly tapped Elaine on the head. "I think your husband is ready now. Shall we introduce him the next stage in his marital relationship?" Elaine pulled herself from between Jeanie's thighs, and nodded meekly. Jeanie reached over to the end table and took the phone off the hook, then patiently waited until the dial tone died. It wouldn't do for them to be disturbed.

Even with the courage the wine had given her earlier, Elaine was still unsure about this part of Jeanie's plan. Jeanie called it the 'icing on the cake', but Elaine thought it was nothing more than a sadistic way to punish Gary one last time. More like, 'rubbing salt into the wounds.' She had wanted to leave him on better terms, and this would definitely erase any chance of that. But Jeanie had the lead and at this point all Elaine could do was follow.

Gary watched mutely as his wife, the woman that had once made his life worth living, walked past him and climbed onto their bed. She was clad only in the flimsiest of white lace lingerie. A soft, silken top framed her breasts, and the skimpiest of G-strings barely managed to cover her shaved pussy. Her makeup and hair were perfect down to the last detail, with the exception of the shiny love juices still present on her cheeks. It was a look made purely for intimacy, but Gary knew it wasn't meant for him.

She sat in the middle of the bad, cross-legged, and stared at him. She finished the wine in her glass, and resolved herself to what need done. "I'm sorry hon, that it has to end this way. I really am. But Jeanie says that if we don't do this, you might hold out some hope that things could go back to how they were, and that will never happen." Gary saw that their were leather cuffs on the bed, with chains attached to the frame.

Jeanie walked into the room, past Gary, and then turned to address him. She was still wearing the high heeled white boots, but little else. Well, except for the huge white strap-on that was bobbing up in down in front of her. She put her hands on her hips, those fantastic hips, and gave him that smile that he had grown to absolutely despise. It was the only thing that marred her perfectly sexual body. "It's for your own good, you know. We can't have you thinking you are still any part of Elaine's life." Jeanie turned to Elaine. "Assume your fucking position, Pet."

Elaine scooted forward, rested her feet on the box spring and put her ass on the edge of the mattress. She gave Gary one last look, and lay her back on the bed. He thought he saw something in that look; pity perhaps, maybe even regret. He stopped his grunts as he watched Jeanie attach the manacles to his wife's wrists and ankles, making sure there was no slack in any of them. Her hand rested for a moment on the head of her plastic cock, and then she began to stroke it. The entire time, she looked straight at Gary. And the entire time, her face had that same, infuriating smile.

"You didn't know she was into bondage, too, did you? Pet just loves to be tied up when she is fucked, but I only do it on special occasions, so that I don't spoil her too much. I usually stuff that sweet little mouth of hers with a ballgag at his point. I never knew anybody so vocal when they orgasmed." That smile again. "I guess you didn't know about that, either."

Jeanie stroked the dildo as if it was part of her, in a deliberate imitation of a man masturbating. Fucking Elaine with a strap-on was always more than just a means to achieve orgasm with her lover. She had long ago learned how to achieve orgasm from a strap-on placed over her clit, so that wearing one was beneficial to both their sexual requirements.

The plastic dong gave her power that Gary would never have; power no man could have. It was a symbolic representation of who was fucking and who was being fucked, of who was in power, and who had to submit. But for the two women it was different, because it never went soft no matter how many orgasms they had. Jeanie loved the feel of the nubbed and veined dick with its huge ballsack, and lifted herself onto the bed to place the tip of the dildo at Elaine's mouth. "Lick it, Pet. Lick my cock. Make it good and wet for when I slide it in you.."

The extra lubrication wasn't needed, she knew. Elaine was already be wet, but this dildo was larger than any she had taken before, so a little extra preparation wouldn't hurt - much. She knew there was going to be some pain on the submissive's part, but she didn't want it to be from abrasion.

The bound woman began to fellate the dildo, covering it with as much saliva as she could. "Look at him while you do it" Jeanie ordered. "Show him what he will be missing. Show him that when given a real cock, you don't just kiss it, you worship it."

Elaine couldn't help herself, and followed Jeanie's command. She redoubled her efforts, only this time she stared at Gary while she did it. If she had ever shown this much effort in fellating Gary, he would have exploded after a few moments. Jeanie pulled out and moved off the bed again, and Gary's eyes didn't blink as he watched her move around to the foot of the bed.

Jeanie moved into position between Elaine's legs, and placed the head of the dildo against the now soaked G-string. She contemptuously pushed it aside with her finger, and began to slowly slide the head of massive white dildo into Elaine's pussy, pushing the phallus in centimeter by centimeter. Elaine's head strained back, and she moaned, "oh god." It felt to Elaine like Jeanie was splitting her open. Jeanie pushed in a little farther, eliciting another groan, then stopped. "Say it, Pet."

"God Jeanie, no, not now. Not in front of him. It's too much."

Jeanie pushed in a little further, then pulled back out even more. "I said, 'say it'."

Elaine briefly strained against the bonds, then looked Jeanie straight in the eye and in a barely audible whisper said, "Fuck me."

Jeanie pushed back in as a reward, but no further than she had gone before. "Who should fuck you?"

Her voice was louder this time, as she sought to ignore Gary's presence and concentrate on her lover. "You. I want you to fuck me, Jeanie." A moment's pause. "Please!" At that, Gary renewed his attempts at release, and grunted in frustration at the bondage he couldn't break. There were tears in his eyes as he tried to look away from the scene. It was worse than anything he imagined.

"I control you, don't I, Pet?" It was rhetorical, but even so, Jeanie asked the question. Her voice was steely and commanding.

Elaine wiggled in an attempt to impale herself further on the dildo, but Jeanie retreated. "People in control deserve respect, don't they, Pet? I think you should show your respect before I fuck you."

Elaine's desire was starting to get the better of her. She pulled on the restraints again, hoping to get a measure of satisfaction. "C'mon already, Jeanie. I can't take this waiting any longer!"

Gary futilely pulled against the tape, and redoubled his vain efforts.

Jeanie stood there, her strap-on partially buried between Elaine's now swollen pussy lips. "No, not 'Jeanie'. I want it like in the stories. Call me Mistress Jean." Gary stopped his struggles, and helplessly watched the event play out in front of him.

Elaine was panicked. "What the hell, Jeanie? This isn't what we agreed to."

"Things change. Agreements change. I'm changing some right now. Say it for me Elaine. Call me Mistress Jean. You've done it before. Do it for me now, Pet." She quickly pushed in a little more.

The move took Elaine unaware, and she gasped with surprise and desire. "Okay. Anything." A pause again, and her voice now came across demure and submissive. "I want you to fuck me, Mistress Jean." As she said the last word, Jeanie pushed as much of the dildo into Elaine as she could.

"As you wish, Pet." Jeanie began fucking Elaine in earnest, and with each thrust withdrew almost all of the way before she buried the strap-on as deep as she could into the woman. Occasionally she would play with Elaine's clit, massaging the areas directly to either side, before ramming the dildo all the way back in again. Elaine lost focus on what was happening around her and began to enter her orgasm headspace. Her lover knew just how to move, just where to touch, just when to slow down and grind into her. Jeanie leaned in at one point, and said, "He must be enjoying it. I haven't heard a single complaint."

In fact, Gary hadn't made a single noise. He was not only helpless, but resigned. And now he just watched and waited.

Elaine's hands clenched the covers as her orgasm began, and she let out a low growl. Jeanie quickly pulled out and placed her mouth over Elaine's clit, grinding her chin into the wet pussy while she licked and sucked hard on the little nub. She did exactly what she knew would drive Elaine over the edge. Elaine's climax was so intense that her back arched in the initial throws and she pulled strenuously against the manacles. Jeanie lapped at her pussy and clitoris, alternating at random to maintain Elaine's now hypersensitive state. She paid special attention to Elaine's reactions, driving her further and further into her orgasm headspace. Her eyes were locked on Elaine's face, which was flushed and serene. Elaine's eyes were closed as her mind encompassed the waves of her orgasm.

What Jeanie didn't notice, though, was that the lubrication covering the head of the strap-on dildo was now an oily black color, completely opaque and shiny. In fact, all of the liquid that came from Elaine's pussy was the same black, and Jeanie's chin, lips, and tongue were completely covered from her recent oral excursion. It was hard to see it in the dimly lit room, but Gary had specifically looked for it. The black substance began to slowly creep both up the dildo and also across Jeanie's face, sending little tendrils of blackness down the front of her throat and mixing with the sheen of sweat that covered her body.

Jeanie stood and watched Elaine, completely unaware of what was happening to her own body. Pleased with herself for the act of domination and cuckoldry, she knew she had had taken Elaine past her previous limits into a new stage of their existence together. She turned and smirked at Gary. "Best lay I ever had," she whispered to him, "I think I'll keep the little slut. She wouldn't be of any use to you now, anyway. Now that I've had her, she would always be thinking of me when you had sex. And so would you."

There seemed to be a twinkle in his eye - a tear perhaps? - but he was still unable or unwilling to respond. It was quite the opposite of his earlier reactions, in fact. He was now completely quiet, and his eyes flitted from one female to the other. She tried again to get a rise out of him, and taunted, "Maybe if you had learned to fuck her properly, I wouldn't have been able to steal her away," she grinned. "Thanks."

He still didn't take the bait, and simply gave her a bemused look. 'He should screaming in anger!' she thought. 'Is he that much of a pussy?'

She ripped the tape off his mouth in an attempt to hurt him as much as possible, to see if he had any final words. He actually had a smile on his face. "I hope you are enjoying this at least a little, because I intend to keep this up all night and I don't want you to be bored. And aren't you lucky to have a first row seat?"

He looked at her and just smiled a most evil smile. She spoke louder this time, to an Elaine that wasn't really paying attention. "I'll be right back, Pet. I'm going to get us something to drink." She headed out of the room for the kitchen, and Gary sat and stared at his cuckolding wife.

Elaine lay on the bed with her eyes closed. An occasional orgasmic aftershock would ripple across her body. In this state, any stimulation would be too much for her, and both her and Jeanie knew it. She wasn't like the women in the books who had orgasm after orgasm. She usually built and built to one huge explosive force, then simply enjoyed the aftershocks as she came down from the rush. Her body still felt empty from when Jeanie pulled out; the sensation of being tied down while filled by the huge dildo had overwhelmed her, but other than that she felt very warm and content. After a few moments, she slit open her eyes to look at her former lover and husband.

Gary noticed and spoke in a calm, restrained voice. "Is this the way you want it? You are leaving me for her, destroying everything we had in the process?"

"Oh Gary. I never meant for this happen, it just did. But I love Jeanie like I have never loved anybody before, not even you. She's like a tornado, a sexual tornado, and she swept me up. I'm sorry if you are hurt by it, but with her, there isn't room for anybody else. You can no longer part of my life; I don't think -no- I don't know what I would do with you. I didn't want it to end this way, but what's done is done. I still have feelings for you, Gary, I really do. I...I hope you can move on."

Gary shifted the chair a little, the best he could, and looked out the doorway to see if Jeanie was returning yet. He spat the words back at her, "'Move on'? You have hurt me like nobody in my life has ever hurt me. But we can still have something, Elaine, but this is your last chance. As soon as Jeanie comes back, our relationship will change forever. You need to decide now what that relationship will be. If you don't come back to me, you will live the rest of your life regretting tonight. All you have to do is tell me you would rather have me than her."

Elaine quickly moved from pity to irritation to anger. "Gary, the time for that is long gone. If you hadn't noticed, it's me and Jeanie now, and you aren't part of it."

"And the love you felt for me? Gone forever?"

She paused. "Yes, Gary."

"So tonight was all spite? Just your chance to make me hurt all the more? Insult to injury? She's that good at rocking your world, isn't she?"

Elaine remembered thinking about it like that once, briefly, but Jeanie had put another spin on it. It wasn't meant to be that way, she thought, but it certainly looked that way. She couldn't answer him. She didn't have to. They both knew the answer to all three questions was an emphatic 'yes.'

"Well then, Elaine, for what it's worth, I forgive you."

Elaine thought it odd that he would even say something like that. How could any man, any husband, forgive his wife after seeing what he had just seen? Was he really the wimp Jeanie had made him out to be?

He continued, "But I won't let you get away with it. There is a price to pay for your actions; your's and Jeanie's. And that price will be ten times ten more than it was worth to you. I assure you."

Elaine thought she saw where his threat was going. "We have enough money to get away from you, Gary, and I won't ever have to deal with you again." Even as she said it, Elaine could tell what she had done was more than just speaking the words. Gary's face changed. In fact, his whole body posture changed, restrained as it was. It was if she had killed off a part of him, the part that held out for the impossible reconciliation. Just a moment ago, she had seen something of the love she had seen in his eyes the day they married. Now it was gone, and his eyes were cold and hard. When he spoke, his voice was emotionless.

"So be it, Elaine. Consider our marriage over. Now we move on."

Elaine was surprised at this. In the time since Jeanie had fucked her in front of him, he had grown very calm, sedate in fact. She tried but detected no anger, no underlying currents of revenge or hatred. "It...It's not up to you, anymore, Gary. Jeanie and I are leaving tonight. We'll call the neighbors tomorrow and have them release you, but by then we will be out of your life forever. Can't you see that, and just let it be?"

His look was starting to scare her. It was as if he had known all along it would come to this, and had prepared himself for this moment. It wasn't like him at all, and she could feel fear begin to take hold in her stomach. He was up to something.

It was then that Elaine felt the ache of restraint in her muscles. Being shackled for so long, combined with the strain of her orgasm, made her muscles hurt. What was taking Jeanie so long?

As if in answer to her unasked question, there came from the kitchen the noise of a glass breaking as it hit the floor. She called out, "Jeanie?! Are you alright?" Gary turned and looked at the door, as if he had been waiting for that moment.