Millie and Jake Ch. 05

"Well, how did it go," said Jill.

"Hmm, not all that good. Well, it did that is until this morning," said Millie.

"Well, gimme," said Jill.

"Well, I wanted Sam to say goodbye, you know to Jake. Well, I stood back, so he could do it without my being the force behind the effort, if you know what I mean. Well, big mistake on my part; they got into it. I am so glad Jake was in his cage, or Sam would be in the hospital or worse," said Millie.

"Wow!" said Jill

"Yeah, well now I have to see what the fallout of all of this is going to be. Sam's getting to be awfully pushy, and Jake's getting awfully antsy. I might have to do something down the line. Not sure yet," said Millie.

"Well, remember who you're married to, and why you stayed married to him even after he fucked up your lives. That's the key," said Jill.

Millie nodded.

"I'm gonna be in the same boat as you as of tonight," said Jill.

"I don't understand?"

"Daniel will be meeting Andy. Cross your fingers for me; I'm gonna need a lot of luck."

"Consider them crossed," said Millie.

******

Jill was home for the next few days before she'd have to get back to work in Nevada; she and Danny had some business to take care of. They were considering buying into Cupid's Escorts; it was almost a done deal. They had to meet with their accountant and their lawyer to judge the feasibility of the buy in.

But today she'd met Andy for cocktails as soon as she'd gotten back to town, and she had laid it on him that he had to meet Daniel. Though Andy wasn't keen, he had agreed to meet with him and do as Jill asked.

Andy arrived on time, 7:00. Daniel was in the bedroom tidying things up a bit for Jill and her lover. Daniel was slow to get into the cuckold lifestyle, but he was learning; He had to, he really wasn't interested in getting yet another spanking. His behind was still raw from the last one. For him as a black man, a spanking was the ultimate humiliation. He was supposed to be the head of the household, the man, numero uno; but to his dominant wife he was nothing but a wimp cuckold who moved his pussywhipped ass whenever her beautiful self commanded him to do so; it was that simple.

He'd heard the door bell ring and heard Jill greeting someone at the door. He knew who it was, and he was not ready.

He was mildly startled when Jill appeared in the doorway. "Those are nice panties you're wearing Danny. Pink is definitely your color." She giggled like a school girl at his embarrassment. She never got tired of giving him the needle and he was still not able to get used to being in front of her wearing her panties.

He shot her a sarcastic smile that dared her to spank him, but he knew she would not, not in front of her lover. He wasn't sure why she wouldn't, but she'd shied away from punishing him in those circumstances.

"Oh, come on Danny, you know you love it when I tease you," she said.

"Harrumph!" he said.

"Anyway, follow me," she said.

"Jill, do I hafta wear the panties to meet you lover; it is too embarrassing for words," said Daniel.

"Dear heart, that's the whole idea. Now, come on, be a good little cucky and hurry your ass up."

Daniel followed her into the living room and did his best to not appear stressed out and humiliated about his condition. His condition, his cock tenting his panties, was more than a sight to see. She'd let him out of his cock cage for the day, and it was proving to be worse than if he had it on.

"Danny, this is Andy. You've heard me talk about him: he's my lover. Say hello, Danny."

"Hi—hello," said Daniel. "Glad to meet you." Jill was happy with the way he handled himself: no smartass remarks or sour looks. She'd remember that the nest time he earned a spanking: he might get a pass.

"Hi," said Andy, "good to meet you too. You have a truly wonderful woman here."

"I do know that," said Daniel.

Most people can get a fix on what a person is like in the first minutes of meeting them. Daniel was, in some ways, more than pleased that the man who had been, and doubtless would continue to be cuckolding him, was at least respectful even though he must have thought he, Daniel, looked ridiculous in his panties.

Jill had decided to borrow a page from Millie book and give him the choice to watch her get it or not. Likewise he would get to choose the position that Andy would use to do her the first time around for the evening.

"One moment, Andy, I need to speak with my husband," she said. She led Daniel by his elbow into the hallway. "Danny, would you like to watch him do me? You can if you want."

Daniel was surprised and momentarily speechless, but he recovered his voice quickly enough. "I—I—don't know. I guess I would," he said.

"Okay, if that would please you. Now, would you prefer that he take me in any particular position? You can choose if you want too," she said.

"Doggy," said Daniel.

"Okay, you got it, big boy," she said. "You know what I have to do now, don't you?"

"Chain me up?"

"Yes, dear, I can't risk you losing it. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She led him back into the living room.

"Andy, I'll only be a moment. Get yourself a drink and bring me one too, okay?"

"Right," he said. Andy disappeared into the kitchen. He knew where everything was. He'd been fucking this woman for the better part of two years.

"Come on big boy; we've rehearsed this," she said. The chair she had chosen she had actually brought from the dungeon room in the bordello where she worked in Nevada.

It was a simple, heavy, wooden straight back early American design. It sported three vertical one-inch thick dowels as the back. She sat him down and had him shove his wrists through the upright wooden bars of the back. She moved behind him and cuffed his wrists together making it impossible for him to use his hands for anything.

Her next move was to tie a rope around his neck and wind it through the chairs back as well.

As a final precaution, she bound his ankles to the legs of the chair with half-inch hemp.

She moved away from him for a moment. Returning, she smiled at him and kissed him. "You've been very good," she said, "but I am going to gag you too. You like to talk too much, and we can't have that tonight can we. Okay?" She fixed a ball gag into his mouth and strapped it tightly at the back of his head. Daniel could now watch, but that is all that he could do.

Andy's timing was perfect. He arrived with the drinks and a piece of pecan pie that he found in the frig as he was rummaging for something to end the growling in his stomach. She came to him and kissed him; her husband Daniel all but monetarily forgotten in the far corner of the room.

"Hungry were we?" said Jill.

"Gawd, yes, and your pecan pie's the best. You know better than to leave it where I could find it," he quipped.

"Funny," she said, not pleased with his being more interested in pie than pussy.

"I will be most interested," she said, "in knowing which you would prefer pecan pie or hair pie. Please, take your time answering!" Her sarcasm was palpable.

"Uh-oh, I fucked up didn't I?" he said.

"Let's put it this way, jackass, yes."

He put the pie down and came to her. "Can I make it up to you?"

"You fucking well better.

"I am going to let Danny watch. He's asked to be able to. So, do me good. Got it, or you'll feel the strap tonight; which he will also have the opportunity to witness.

Andy knew he was close to very much regretting his little faux pas. He silently swore to make up for it and that in a helluva hurry!

Andy guided his woman toward the couch. "No," she said. "He asked me to have you do me from behind. I said you would. You can have me any other way you want afterwards when we go into the bedroom. But this once I want you to do me doggy style right in front of him.

"Sure," said Andy, "if that's what you want; then, that's what we'll do."

She led Andy to a spot three feet in front of her husband. She stood in front of him, still fully clothed, and looked her husband in the eye. His eyes smoldered with lust. And well they might: he'd been caged for days until she released him for tonight. Her reason, as she had told him, was that she wanted to see his cock hard and pulsating as he watched Andy sock it to her. The past two mornings she'd found pre-cum oozing from his penis when she had awakened; she was going to let him cum tomorrow, she'd decided.

She turned back to her lover. They embraced and his hand floated to her butt. Daniel was in hell; he couldn't even scream his jealous distress; the gag had proved useful.

The two lovers pawed each other and kissed.

Little by little their clothes were discarded and soon the two of them were naked. Jill made Andy turn toward her husband. Andy's cock, a raging hardon by now, waved in front of the prisoner in his chair. The two of them were beautiful standing there, their naked and taunting bodies held in an almost artistic pose.

She turned and kissed her lover. He stood immediately behind her; he was looking straight into the prisoner's eyes. Pressing gently on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees, and then onto all fours. He knelt behind her. Bending forward he buried his face in her ass and licked and kissed and sucked every secret place she had. Jill, looked up into the face of her suffering husband and saw that he was crying. She silently mouthed the words, "you'll get your reward." It seemed to make him less desperate.

Andy stopped orally sodomizing her and spread her legs wider thus lowering her ass, readying her for her fucking. She was wet as could be now. He pushed into her and there was a noticeable popping sound as he gained entry. He fucked her for ten minutes. Her face began to show signs that she was in ecstasy as he humped her.

She began to pant and spasm. Spit dribbled from the side of her mouth as her lover mastered her.

Andy began driving his cock into her with a cruelty that a Viking would have envied. She collapsed flat on the floor with his cock still buried deep inside of her and her lover heavily covering her naked form.

Daniel was sweating and crying and straining to escape his bonds, but that would only happen if his wife were to allow it; she was not going to allow it; he was condemned to jealous impotence.

Jill rose and went into the bathroom. She returned wearing her robe. She uncuffed her husband's wrists and he pulled them through the vertical bars on the back of her chair. She recuffed them behind his back as soon as they were clear.

She loosed the neck restraint and then freed his ankles. She also removed his gag after he promised to remain silent as she continued her work. "Come on husband. We need to go out into the garage."

In the garage, she uncuffed him and caged him. It was the same size and type of cage that her friend's husband had occupied the night before. But, Daniel's prison was on short legs rather than attached to a hoist.

"I will return in the morning, Danny. "Try and sleep a little. I love you." And she was gone.

Daniel was left to imagine how and how often her lover would fuck her and how and how often she would suck his cock. Jealous could not even begin to describe his mind set.

******

Millie had decided to let Jake cool off a little before she said anymore about the confrontation between himself and Sam the day before. It was Monday night, three days later before she brought it up again.

She'd talked to Sam, who'd seemed a little peeved, but more with her than with Jake, if she had read him rightly. This did not sit well with her, but she allowed that she might be reading him wrong. She made a mental note to clarify things with him after she had had a chance to sit with Jake and to see what he had to say.

Jake had just arrived from the shop and was putting his dirty work shirt into the hamper on the service porch.

"How was it today," said Millie in her sweetest tone of voice.

"Same," he said. "Nothin' special, just a couple of cars that needed doctoring."

"Jake, we need to talk. And, I need some straight answers from you."

"Huh?"

"About the trouble with Sam the other morning."

"Oh," he said.

"Now, I know that Sam was at fault too for saying the things that he did. I believe you not him when it comes to that," she said.

"So, what else is there?" he said, obviously considering the matter closed.

"What else is there! What there is, is that you were rude to him too," she said "That is unacceptable. He is my lover, not just some one night stand, and you simply may not talk back to my lover, you may not," she emphasized.

"What! What kind of fairness is that?" he said. "I'll tell you what kind it is: it's 'not' fair, not at all."

"Fair has nothing to do with it, Jake. What I want is everything. You will have to apologize to him, Jake, I insist on it."

"What did you say?"

"You will have to apologize to him, and mean it, or else," said Millie. She bit her tongue after she said the last words, but it was too late to take them back.

"Or else? And what if I refuse," he said, his voice rising.

"Jake, don't push this. It was you who gave me permission to fuck other men. It was you who screwed up our lives. It was you who couldn't be trusted to not be locked up the other night. You will apologize to him. He took care of me when you weren't around. He's a good man. Mistaken in what he said to you, but he was less at fault than you if you look at the whole picture." Her voice conveyed a tone that was conciliatory; she wanted to distance herself from her earlier stinging remark that she was afraid had hurt him.

"How do you figure?" said Jake.

"Simple, he gets to fuck me; but you get to be married to me. He wants to marry me, but you have me. So, you mustn't push it," said Millie.

"Are you saying that you'd divorce me and marry him if I refused to apologize to him?" said Jake.

"I didn't say that, you did," she said, her tone rising again.

"Is he gonna apologize to me?"

"It doesn't matter what he's gonna do. You just pay heed to what you've gotta do," she said.

"That's bull shit! Ah fuck it!" he yelled, storming out of the room.

For Jake, apologizing to the guy who was trying to take his wife away from him was beyond the pale. If it weren't for the fact that he'd be sent back to prison, he would have blown town that minute. His heart was broken; his wife was taking the side of someone who had no right to come between them. He would do anything she asked of him. The only exception to that was that he would not knuckle under to threats, not even from the love of his life.

He was sick to his stomach. He felt like he was going to puke, but so far he had been spared that particular self-imposed indignity.

He went out to the back yard and leaned against the fence, face towards it. The sun was setting and he wanted to be alone to think and brood; brooding was underrated. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that what she really wanted was to marry the asshole. She was just looking for a way to justify betraying him and all of her former promises. He made his decision.

Millie watched him through the kitchen window. She was frightened when he started pounding the fence with his fists. As he turned and moved back toward the general direction of the house, his bleeding knuckles were clearly visible. She was shaken by the sight. It was not the right time to try and make up with him.

He was being so unreasonable; he might, at that moment, even be dangerous, she thought. She started to cry. Just a simple, "I'm sorry," was all she was asking for. Just something to bring them all together again as a trio. But that wasn't going to happen at that moment. Maybe tomorrow, she told herself.

She felt funny about her husband. He wasn't acting like the man she knew. But then, she wasn't acting like the woman she used to be either. She'd try again tomorrow. Maybe she had gone too far demanding that he apologize. He'd suffered enough humiliation. Yes, tomorrow, she'd tell him to forget that part of it. She did love him. She just had to figure out some way to prove it to him. Jill was right; a wife who wanted to keep her husband happy, especially a cuckold husband, had to make damn sure that he never doubted that he was loved and appreciated. She'd failed in that. Why had she threatened him! Geezsus, she'd been so stupid.

She looked out the window again. He wasn't there. Maybe he'd come back into the house—but, she hadn't heard him.

******

She found him in the garage. He was working with some tool doing something with a piece of wood. She knew nothing about tools or how to use them. She just looked at him, he looked back at her; neither said anything. That made up his mind for him.

She just went back into the house and lay down on the couch. She'd make dinner in due course. She wondered if he'd eat it. Surely he wouldn't stay mad all night, surely not.

She fell soundly asleep.

It was 2:00AM when she woke. The house was dark. She wondered where Jake was. He must be upstairs already. She should be too, she thought. She went to the bathroom and peed. She showered. It was after 2:30 before she climbed the stairs to their bedroom. She was wearing only her panties and bra. He oughta be pretty horny; maybe she'd let him play a little if he was up to it. She was, quite frankly, feeling guilty.

The room was dark. It was quiet, too quiet. She turned on the light. The bed was still made. He was not in the room, and he was not downstairs. She didn't panic, but she walked quickly down to the back yard; then to the garage; then to the front yard. "Oh my gawd!" she exclaimed.

******

She sat on the stoop like one drugged and uncaring about the starving children of the world. The phone had rung any number of times since dawn. She no longer cared about phones or people or anything. Millie Carson was in a state.

Jill was on her way into town. She'd taken the week off within an hour of having picked up her mail. She figured to arrive sometime around midday. She'd tried to call Millie a dozen times since getting her mail at something after 8:00. She stopped trying; she was going to hunt her down. If she were fucking Sam, or if Jake was sucking her pussy; she didn't care. They had to talk and that right fucking immediately!

She pulled into the driveway of her friend's house and honked to announce her arrival. She had good news and she didn't give a damn what anyone thought or said. Daniel was with her and looking real pleased with himself as well he might given the circumstances of the moment.

She knocked on the door for some minutes. Millie's car was there. Jill had become quite the expert on cars since her husband had gone into the slam and had made it necessary for her to get a license, and then a car, and then a subscription—who would believe it—to Road and Track.

But, cars and magazines were the last things on her mind this wonderful morning; she wanted to talk to Millie; she had to!

The door opened slowly. It was dim and cold in the front room of the house as she was allowed to enter by the semi-conscious Millie.

"Millie? What's wrong?" said an anxious Jill.

Millie looked at her as though she were a perfect stranger. Something was amiss and Jill was not going to be shy about getting to the bottom of it.

"Millie, damn it wake up!" she said to the woman in the trance.

Millie seemed to stir at the tone in her friend's voice. "He's gone."

"What? Who's gone?" said Jill.

"Jake. He's gone. He just left me. No note, nothing, just gone." She started crying.

"Geezsus, Millie. Did he leave because he knew he had gotten an unconditional pardon?"

"What? What pardon?" said Millie.

"The governor, the parole board, the DC all of them have signed off on our men's amnesty," said Jill. "Haven't you gotten your letter? Jake's letter?"