Ripples in a Cuckolds Pond Ch. 02

My cock? What a joke! The chances of my cock seeing any action beyond my hand dropped to below zero. Action or no, Nicole looked stunning, and my cock had no shame in his game. He liked what he saw.

Once again she glided, rather than walked forward. Her feet stepping directly in front of her body, causing her hips to sway, and her eyes fixed on David. I'd disappeared. When she reached him, her arms circled his shoulders, and settled around his neck. Their kiss surged way past passionate, and grew in intensity as each second ticked by.

My head started to spin, and I had to steady myself on the desk. Tearing my eyes away from the erotic sight, I took two long deep breaths. My cuckold addiction wouldn't let me look away for long however, and I turned back in time to see her maneuver David into a chair. A triumphant, sexy smile had appeared on her face. Control. Nicole had it, and she knew it. David looked as stunned as I felt.

Without a backward glance, she lowered herself until she knelt in front of him, between his legs, and I heard the metallic 'tink' of a belt coming undone.

David's gasp broke the silence, and announced Nicole's lips on his cock. Her head twisted back and forth, and I knew from experience, her tongue had begun playing with the tip of his cock. She loved teasing, and she excelled at it. Nicole had a small fetish for oral sex, she loved it, and frequently she'd give it without asking for anything in return.

Today. Now. David enjoyed her talents, and judging by the heat between them, he'd be on the receiving end for the foreseeable future. I envied him. No question. I felt more than jealousy however, excitement also flowed through me, because my pleasure, a cuckold's pleasure, grew from more than a simple sex act. A cuckold's satisfaction, pleasure and fulfillment came from a deeper well.

As my wife's head dipped deeper, and deeper on David's cock, an emotional high grew within me. Excitement, jealousy, lust, and submission all combined to overpower my senses and block out the world around me. My focus had narrowed to the point where all I saw was Nicole kneeling in front of David, her perfect ass framed by an expensive thong, and her gorgeous hair undulating rhythmically as it cascaded across her shoulders.

"Good girl." David's deep voice spiked into my trance. "Deeper. You can do it. C'mon, deepthroat my cock, babygirl."

His hands had been resting on the armrests, until Nicole moved them to the back of her head. Unbelievable maybe, but her intentions were clear, and all of us knew it.

"Want some help?" David asked rhetorically, as his hands pressed down on her head. The groan that escaped him left no doubt that she'd taken all of him. "Fuck! That's it, baby. Take it all!"

Nicole's head had buried itself in his crotch, held down by his hand, she remained still long enough that I started to get worried. Scared. Finally, David's hand lifted from her head, and she surfaced for air.

"I did it!"

"Yeah," he said with a hungry smile. "But you ain't done baby. C'mon, more to do."

I heard her take another breath, and then dive back down on his cock. Her efforts buoyed by her triumph, she poured herself onto his cock. David's head rocked back, and his eyes closed, as slurping sounds and groans filled the air. Once again, my body shuddered, and I had to focus on my breathing or risk passing out. The temptation to stroke my cock felt overpowering, but I didn't know how David would react, and I didn't want to risk breaking the erotic tableau in front of me.

From my vantage point, I didn't have a good view of his size, but if Nicole struggled with his cock, I knew he was bigger and/or thicker than Collin. A fact I couldn't reconcile, because Collin's cock rivaled the best porn actors. Barely a minute later, a long, low groan burst forth from David, and Nicole's head stopped moving. Her hands caressed his thighs, as her throat swallowed convulsively.

"Fuck! Get it all, baby," he panted. "All of it."

Her head nodded, while her lips remained locked around his cock. A quick burst of laughter jarred me out of my reverie, and David's hands settled around her head.

"Enough!" He laughed. "It's sensitive, dammit."

Nicole's laughter joined his a second later, and she rose to her feet. "I know it is, baby, but it tastes so good."

"You'll get to taste it a lot more from now on."

Now standing in front of his, the laughter left his eyes, and a predator's hunger took over. Starting at her ankles, his eyes elevatored up her body, stopping at all the most interesting places, before he stopped at her eyes. No longer a boyfriend, he looked at her as though viewing a prized possession.

"Take your panties off," he ordered. "From now on, you don't wear panties in my presence. Understood?"

Yes, David," she replied huskily.

The thong panties slid over her hips, and she bent over slowly as she lowered them down her legs. She stepped out of them, when they reached her ankles, and she straightened, holding them in her hands.

"Give them to your husband, and then get dressed."

Steel filled his voice, and it didn't allow for any questions or disobedience. Nicole gave every indication that she loved his dominant, direct manner, and if anything, it made her more submissive, more seductive as though fulfilling his demands increased her arousal.

Our eyes met, and I knew I'd reached the right conclusion. A starry-eyed lust, laced with happy submission, filled her eyes, and she smiled dreamily at me as she handed me her feather-light panties. Our eyes met, and in that moment, we knew each other's thoughts.

We'd both wanted this, needed it in fact, and both of us intended to revel in it.

Nicole turned from me without a word, and glided back to her clothes. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and seeing my wife, all but naked in my office, flipped a switch in my brain. Any thoughts of resisting this lifestyle, resisting David, fled without a backward glance. I stood alone, on the precipice of another cuckold relationship, and without hesitation I leapt into the unknown.

Embracing whatever came next.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" David's voice, right next to my ear, washed into my brain. As my attention had been captured by Nicole, he'd walked over and now stood next to me. "She's beautiful, and she's mine, Nick. Look all you want, but remember your place."

His words strengthened as he spoke, and they wrenched my attention away from Nicole. I met his eyes, and saw resolve reflected back at me.

"I respect you." His voice barely a whisper. "Your job, your marriage, and your family. You proved today just how important all of them are to you, and I know you're not a pushover."

My voice had caught in my throat, and my mouth remained dry, so speaking wasn't an option. I merely nodded, and held his gaze.

"You are a cuckold however, and you need to accept your place, your role in this relationship. Your wife belongs to me now. Mine." A slow confident smile grew on his face. "I'm in charge, Nicole is next, and you follow both of our instructions. That's how it's going to be moving forward. Me, Nicole, and then you. Understood?"

I gulped, and offered a jerky nod. As difficult as his words were, I needed to hear them. Collin had been right, this type of relationship worked best with a chain of command.

"Not good enough, cuck," he hissed. "You need to say it out loud. Accept it. Embrace it, and Nicole needs to hear it from you."

Nicole stood next to the door, fully dressed now, waiting for David and I to come to a resolution. David's voice had been too low for her to hear, so the next words I spoke would cement her understanding of our relationship.

She smiled at us both.

"If you want this, Cuck. Now's the time," his voice pierced my ear again. "It's important to Nicole for you to agree, without reservations, otherwise I doubt this will work."

I'd managed to work enough moisture into my mouth and throat that forming words now became possible. No easy feat. Another long, deep cleansing breath helped me center myself. I also acknowledged the truth in David's words. A cuckold relationship had to work for everyone, otherwise it would eventually wither and die.

"David." I started with him, and deliberately chose formal words. Unsure as to why, they just seemed to fit the situation. "I accept your role as leader in this relationship. I'll abide by your direction, unless I view it as dangerous to my job, family or health." I paused and met my wife's eyes. They beamed with happiness. "I further accept that Nicole belongs to you, and that you've placed her in a position over me. I finally agree to the position as cuckold husband, and accept your leadership, and Nicole's, in our relationship."

Silence filled the room, absent tension this time, after the last word left my mouth. My statement, formal and delicious, hung openly in the silence, and all of us let those words cement themselves in our brain. We'd crossed a threshold, the first of many I suspected.

Happiness beamed from every part of Nicole as she rushed over, and embraced me, her arms tight around my body. The light scent of her perfume filled my nose with vanilla and lavender, and I buried my face in her hair. A sweet moment.

"Thank you, Nick."

David's voice sliced between as Nicole pulled back. His right hand stood out from his body, a sincere expression of gratitude, and respect, reflected on his face. Nicole stepped back, glancing between the two of us. A smile grew on my own face, and David matched it with his own. We shook hands, and he clapped me on the shoulder.

A guy thing? Maybe. But we'd successfully worked through our first challenge.

A bumpy start, but we'd all take it.

***

Cassidy and I threaded our way through the crowd towards one of the dessert stations located outside on the patios. Dinner had included coffee and cookies, but the hotel also offered an additional dessert complete with complimentary champagne. My date hadn't eaten much of her meal, and wanted to see what sweets were on the table.

My head still spun from our unusual conversation, and a fantastic kiss, so dessert seemed a pretty safe and neutral territory. Guests had spilled out of the hotel and now started to fill the outside areas. Fire pits were burning, and the full moon glinted off the lake sitting next to the hotel.

Romantic. Perfect.

A beautiful evening, and I had an even more beautiful woman on my arm.

"Nick!"

A thick, heavily-accented voice reached me over the chatter of the crowd. The accent was German, and I recognized the voice even before I saw the man. Finally, I caught sight of him, descending a stairwell, and smiling widely.

"Gunter! It's good to see you." We shook hands enthusiastically. "Are you in town for a game?"

"Nein." He replied with a shake of his head. "Collin mentioned you were coming, and gave me his ticket." He shrugged. "Since I leave tomorrow, I wanted to talk to you tonight."

"I see," I replied and glanced at Cassidy. "Gunter, this is Cassidy. She works with me at Endeavor."

"Nice to meet you." He shook her hand.

"Likewise."

"Gunter is the owner of a professional soccer-."

"Football!"

"Sorry," I added quickly, and winked at him. "Football team."

He nodded his satisfaction, and muttered something in German. Cassidy immediately replied in the same language, surprising both of us with her fluency. Gunter laughed again, and responded, which set off a full-blown conversation in German, leaving yours truly to stare blankly at both of them.

"Your German is excellent." He barked a short, self-deprecating laugh. "Better than my English."

"Thank you." She inclined her head. "My grandmother will be glad to hear it."

"I didn't know you spoke German," I said, once again surprised by the young, beautiful woman next to me. "You never said anything."

"You never asked," she quipped lightly. "Surprised?"

"Impressed," I snapped back lightly, and followed my response with a smile. "Again."

"You two talk." Her eyes twinkled with happiness, and she motioned at Gunter. "I'm going to check out the desserts."

Gunter and I watched her walk away, and he gave me a wry look out of the corner of his eye. "You are lucky man, Nick."

"Thank you," I replied, and then tore my eyes off Cassidy's retreating frame. "What did you want to discuss."

An excited expression appeared on his face.

"Yes. To business." He motioned at my glass. "What are you drinking?"

"Scotch."

"I thought so, and where do you find good quality scotch in San Antonio?"

"Uhhhh," I replied, and considered his question. "Most liquor stores carry Scotch and Whisk-."

"No," he interrupted. "Not everyday whiskey. High quality, limited edition, and hard to find bottles."

"Gotcha." I shrugged. "We have a few specialty wine shops that stock some rare whiskeys."

"Right," he nodded. "A few bottles. That's it. Over-priced of course, because they have big number on the label, but you and I know age doesn't mean quality."

"Agreed." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Where are you going with this, Gunter?"

"Whiskey is very popular. Worldwide whiskey is preferred, not just the everyday stuff, but high-quality as well. The market is poorly served."

"Okay. And?"

"I seek partners for a business venture. Liquor destinations, not stores, but destinations." He squeezed my shoulder and lowered his voice. "Disney World for Whiskey Drinkers. We will make a killing. I'm sure of it."

"Hmmm," I replied thoughtfully.

Disney World for whiskey drinkers? Okay. That was a bit much, but his idea sounded intriguing. I could envision it in my head, and at first glance it sounded good. Walk into any liquor store, and the employees will have a limited knowledge of spirits. Their selection limited to 'named brands', and easily sold bottles. In most cases, store employees simply memorized what the distributor told them.

Product placement. Success would depend upon the placement of the stores. Locations where the surrounding area had disposable income would be critical. Marketing? It had to be on point, and effective in order to compel the right buyers. Gunter watched me carefully as I turned the idea over in my head. I liked it, and he could see it.

"Tell me more."

He smiled, bent nearer, and by the time he finished, I was almost ready to sign a check. Fortunately, he was still in the planning stages, so we had a little time. He'd located individual locations in San Antonio, Austin, and the Dallas and Houston suburbs. The initial commitment wasn't as high as I expected, and he explained that Collin had already committed, and recommended he speak with me. The three of us would be partners, sharing equally in the profits, and with the initial investment, we'd have enough capital for eighteen to twenty-four months of operations. Securing a line of credit wouldn't be difficult, and a liquor license would be a formality.

"I leave tomorrow, but I will be back next week. Will you setup a meeting with Collin, and we go over details?"

"Absolutely," I replied. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"You're welcome."

We shook hands, and Gunter left, explaining that he needed to leave for the airport. After wishing him well, I turned and looked for Cassidy. Nowhere to be found. Not at the dessert table, and I didn't see her in any of the groups.

I had just started back inside, when I noticed three guys standing in the corner, laughing and talking with someone. One of them had two drinks in his hand, and he was doing all the talking. His two stooges kept glancing around the crowd, as if they were trying to see if anyone was watching.

Odd.

Dressed in tuxedos, sharp-looking, I nevertheless got the sense they were scum. Frat-boys, resting on family connections, and used to getting what they wanted. Each of them wore a hungry, arrogant, almost dirty expression. I wandered closer, not taking a direct route, but approaching obliquely so I could over hear their conversation before being noticed.

"-totally cool. The manager of the hotel is friend of my family's. He'll close off the hot tub and pool area, so it'll just be us."

"No, thank you."

"Really?" His voice sounded casually disappointed, but not deterred. "You won't be the only female there, I promise. These guys have dates, but I'm all by my lonesome, and I hoped you'd come with us. You'll be totally safe, and it'll be fun. If you want, we can go to a club later."

His voice oozed charm, confidence and reassurance. The guy speaking was the tallest, dark brown hair, fit, and his body language approached that of an animal stalking its prey. He talked with his hands, and slipped forward as he spoke, as though it were perfectly natural. The other two were mirrors of him, but shorter, and dumber-looking. Followers. Hangers-on. The worst sort of person, who'd stand by and watch as really shitty things happened to someone else.

Jumping to conclusions? You bet, but I knew a bad situation when I saw it. Two drinks? Who the fuck carries two drinks?

"Guys, listen. I appreciate the offer, but no, I'm here with someone. Now if you'll excuse me-."

"It's cool," he interrupted her. "But at least have a drink with us, while we wait for our dates to come back from the restrooms. They travel in packs." All of them laughed. "Here, it's an appletini, and I had the bartender make it especially for you."

I'd gotten close enough to see it was Cassidy they were speaking to, and rage exploded inside of me. I'd been willing to step in before, but now I prepared to wade in with fists flying. It made me even angrier to see Cassidy accept the drink with a defeated smile.

What the fuck was she thinking?

My glass of Scotch found its way to a nearby table, and I stepped closer, intending to stop Cassidy from drinking anything from the glass he'd just handed her. The expressions on the guys faced clearly indicated something wasn't right inside that glass, and I doubted these guys even had dates.

"Thank you," she said meekly, accepting the glass. "Appletini, huh?"

"Yeah. The bartender's a friend of mine, and he makes great girlie drinks," he replied. His voice sounded oilier by the second. "I'm serious. He's won competitions and everything. You'll love it."

Cassidy raised her eyebrows, impressed, and brought the martini glass to her lips. The guys exchanged glances, and shit-eating, predatory smiles. The leader smiled in anticipation as well, and motioned for her to drink. She paused as the glass met her lips.

She winked at him, and then her hand shot forward.

Appletini flashed in the air until it covered the leader's face. Direct hit. The contents of her glass caught him squarely, and splashed his friends for good measure. Cassidy's eyes flashed with heat, and anger, and she threw the glass to the concrete where it shattered with a loud clatter.

Heads turned, and voices died around us.

"You can take your spiked drink, and shove it up your ass! I said no, and I meant it. Now leave me the fuck alone."

"Bitch!"

His voice smoldered with anger, he wiped his face, and then balled his hands into fists. Cassidy's anger matched his however, and I had no doubt she'd withstand whatever he did next. It didn't matter though, because I wasn't about to let him advance on her.

"Back away from the lady." My voice felt like a cauldron, a foundry of iron, steel and intense head. Part of me hoped, he'd make an issue of it. "Now!"

His head snapped around, until he spied me. Bluff and bravado filled his eyes, and he wiped his face again, and slicked his hair back. He stepped in between me and Cassidy, blocking her from my sight, and his friends closed in behind him.

"Relax, pal." He gave me derisive look. "Nothing to see here. My date's just upset, that's all."