The Sacrifice Pt. 03

"Uggghhh...oh shit...fuck...oh fuck...fuck yes..." I called out loudly and just when it felt like things were ebbing, a fresh wave arrived and more fluid left my body as I groaned, "Damn...oh damn..."

Chris, for her part, began to whimper rapidly as I climaxed which made me think she had achieved an orgasm of her own. Then, it was suddenly over and the room became silent except for our heavy breathing. I fell to her side and instantly she wrapped her body around mine which I knew was a sign of her guilt.

"That was intense," she whispered and started to stroke my hair.

"Like your biker..." I started before she interrupted.

"Don't...don't be mean," she whined.

"Chris, that tattoo...it's a mark of ownership. You let them put it on you which means you wanted to be their property," I told her.

"That's not true," she replied in a low voice, and after a pause added, "You're putting too much into it."

"Am I?" I asked.

That ended the exchange and soon I drifted to sleep. However, sometime later, I awoke and discovered Chris had scooted down the bed and was eagerly sucking my dick. The act provided further proof that she wanted to get in my good graces but rather than weigh the consequences, I merely laid back and enjoyed the attention. It took her a few minutes but she managed to bring me to another climax and quickly swallowed the small amount of semen I managed to produce.

The next few days were tense in our household but the more I thought about the situation the more I realized I had done the same thing I now condemned her for. Not only that, but I had gone out of my way to meet with DeAnne on two occasions while she had only answered her phone. However, like most males, I managed to rationalize that my interactions with DeAnne were a dalliance with no harm to our marriage while everything Chris did was an outright betrayal.

Slowly, I found a balance with my thoughts and accepted that my wife was not some sneaky harlot. It allowed the tension to leave our home and for several weeks we enjoyed a normal relationship. However, try as I might, I couldn't completely erase the thoughts from my brain. The occasional recollections of a sound Chris made with Falcon or a scene I witnessed were too powerful and before long they were filling a good part of my day. Adding to the stew were my wife's surreptitious phone calls and the final element that put things over the top was DeAnne's sincere request that I contact Falcon so we could get together. I tried to fight it as I knew nothing good for our marriage would come from it and once more, I contemplated whether my wife really was making a sacrifice for me and the young dancer. The irony was there but I knew the situation was far more complicated and had morphed with events.

My call to Falcon rolled to voicemail and it took him two days to call me back. In the interim, I had decided that renewing the arrangement was far too crazy and if I heard from him, I would explain I changed my mind.

"Hey, you called. What you need?" the rough voice asked when I answered.

"Look, I was calling about getting together but I think I changed my mind," I replied.

"Okay, then," he responded, and I thought the call was over but he decided to add, "It's a Vince thing now anyway. Call him to work something out."

Instantly, my antenna went up with the mention of the other biker. The pointed message made me wonder what more there was to the story.

"Vince? What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Yeah, gave her to him so it's his deal. Besides, I got plans for my girl. She doesn't know it yet but she's getting knocked up," he laughed.

The message about DeAnne hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn't understand why and there was no time for reflection but suddenly I knew I had to be with her again.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's a good thing for y'all," I answered, and then after a pause, continued with, "You know it would be fun to get together one more time...you know...before you take the step with her. Just once more," I said.

"Nah...no need. Talk to..." Falcon started before I interrupted.

"C'mon...why not once more. It'll be good," I interjected, knowing I sounded desperate.

"What's with you? I thought you didn't want to," he probed, showing some annoyance.

"No, I'm good with it. Let's do it," I pushed.

"Let me think about it some. I'll call you back," he answered and the phone went dead.

I thought it might be days before I heard from him, if ever, but just forty-five minutes later, my phone rang, and looking at the screen I saw the call was from Falcon.

"Here's the deal. We'll do it again but we trade for a few days. I want her Thursday through Sunday and no pestering about when and where. No following like you did last time. You sit tight with DeAnne and do what you want until I give your wife back. That's what we're talking about," he said.

"Uhhh...if you leave town, she'll have to take off work," I replied.

"Then arrange it. I want her at my door noon on Thursday. You want DeAnne to take off from the club or you going to visit her there some more?" he asked.

A chill went up my spine as I realized I had been busted and immediately I wondered how long he had been aware of our meetings. Did he know of my attempt to get DeAnne to meet me on the sly? Was this arrangement just a façade to get me on his turf where he could exact his revenge? And, would Chris pay the penalty for my actions.

All these thoughts raced through my mind, but I still managed to reply, "Better if she takes off."

"Okay, amigo. We have a deal. Not this weekend but next. Bring your wife here by noon," he stated and hung up.

The brusqueness of the exchange coupled with his demand to have her for a long weekend made me very concerned and for the next several days, I wavered on my decision. However, my worries slowly faded and by the time Sunday arrived, I was prepared to broach the subject with Chris. It was a pleasant day so late in the afternoon we moved to the patio and enjoyed some cocktails. When I felt she was adequately buzzed, I decided it was time to explain the arrangement.

"I traded you again," I announced.

In her partly inebriated state, she first gave me a silly smile thinking I was kidding before replying, "You're hot for DeAnne again?"

In my head, I quickly debated how to impart the truth and I cringed at how she might react when she learned the truth.

"Yeah..." I finally answered, unable to land on a more illustrious response.

A short silence followed and then she said, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah..." I repeated.

Instantly, I saw confusion and hurt fill her eyes and it took me back to the moment in the parking lot of the seedy bar where she learned she really was about to face Falcon. Of course, that occurred before I knew how insane things would become. Perhaps, it was the knowledge of my wife's wild behavior that steeled me to her reaction.

"Really? I mean...are you sure? Do we really want to start this again?" she asked.

"Yeah...you need to make another sacrifice," I responded, purposefully using the word that connoted the special meaning.

"Okay," she answered meekly.

Deciding to get it all on the table, I explained that the arrangement consisted of a long weekend and required her to take two days off work. She accepted the message quietly with only raised eyebrows providing any clue of her feelings. Unsurprisingly, the pleasant feeling we had created while sipping our drinks vanished, and for the next few days, we had only stilted communications. I expected at any time she would declare she had changed her mind or at least corner me for a serious discussion but it never occurred. In truth, on Wednesday, it seemed her spirits had improved and I wondered if it might be from anticipation. It made me consider whether her reluctance had indeed waned or if it had always been meant as a false show of virtue.

"Ready?" I asked with a dry mouth when the time to leave arrived.

"If you are. This is for you," she replied while giving me a hard stare.

Now, with the moment of truth at hand, I felt reluctant but managed to push the feeling aside as one hand took the handle of her roller board while the other reached for the door.

"Four days is a long time," she said, breaking the silence as we drove towards Falcon's house.

"I know...and I...look call if you need help," I answered, unsure how to explain I agreed not to contact her.

She merely nodded but a little later she said, "Don't enjoy her too much."

Although a simple message, it caused me to pause and consider the situation and I couldn't help but feel guilty about my anticipation I felt in getting to spend some time with DeAnne.

"Never as much as you," I replied, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Asshole, you're not funny," she responded with no trace of humor.

When we turned onto Falcon's street, I heard Chris let out a deep sigh as if the reality finally hit home. The man left us waiting at the door for almost a minute before answering and once again, I felt the visual impact of his large, hard bearing. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his broad chest and thick biceps were well displayed.

"Come on in, baby," he said to my wife, ignoring me, and for the first time that day, I saw Chris' mouth curl into a little smile.

DeAnne appeared as soon as we stepped inside wearing tight shorts and a tank top. The outfit showed a bit of her ass cheeks and the nipples of her braless breasts and Chris shot a look at me dripping with judgment.

"Hi," she said to us in her normal bubbly voice.

We engaged in some awkward chit-chat for a minute or so and then Falcon turned towards my wife's suitcase and said, "What's this?"

"My things," Chris replied.

"Nope...won't fit on the bike. Besides, all you need is a toothbrush," he laughed.

"Falcon! C'mon...I need my things," my wife whined, speaking to the man in a very familiar way.

"Nah...no you don't. And, the clothes you're wearing aren't good for riding. You can use some of my girl's things," he announced, and then quickly added, "C'mon back here."

Chris followed the man without protest and for a moment I trailed them but realizing the silliness, I stopped and returned to DeAnne.

"You always surprise me," she giggled when we were alone.

"In a good or bad way?" I asked.

"Good for me," she answered seductively.

It took almost thirty minutes for Chris and Falcon to reappear and my wife now wore snug-fitting leather pants and a jacket with dark boots. In her right hand, she held her small toiletry bag which seemed to be the extent of her travel things. Despite his show of control, I had to admit that the clothing provided far better protection for a journey on a motorcycle. The biker soon declared it was time to leave and without even a look my way, Chris followed him out the door. Quickly, we heard the deep rumble of the bike's engine and when it started to roar, I knew they were gone.

"Well..." I said to break the new silence.

"Feeling bad now?" the young woman asked.

"Feeling strange," I admitted.

"I'll help you feel better," she giggled and moved her lovely body against mine.

In our previous encounters, DeAnne had been engaged but mostly passive so I wondered what caused her new demeanor. Had my time at the club crossed some threshold with her or did she sense the mixed feelings I had with the departure of Chris? Regardless, I let her lead me to the master bedroom and when we stepped inside, I spotted my wife's things in the corner. On top of the bag were her carelessly tossed jeans, blouse, and bra which meant that unless Falcon had provided a shirt, she was naked beneath the jacket.

DeAnne, wasting no time, started to remove her skimpy attire and I quickly followed suit. As soon as she was naked, she crawled onto the middle of the large bed and looked on with a smile as I finished undressing. Once done, I joined her, and remembering she struggled to orgasm from intercourse, I lowered my head between her legs hoping Falcon hadn't enjoyed her that morning. Thankfully, I found her completely fresh.

"Mmmm...uhhh..." she sighed as my tongue traced her young lips.

I felt her hand find my head and for the next several minutes, I patiently teased her opening hoping to build her arousal. Along the way, I lapped up mouthfuls of her juices that seemed to be flowing more than previous times. DeAnne's legs spread in stages and after the third time she widened them, I became more deliberate with my efforts and started to use the tip of my tongue to toy with her clit.

Previously, I had mostly used my fingers to get DeAnne to achieve a climax but I felt determined to make her orgasm with my tongue so I stayed with it despite the ache that developed. I turned my full attention to her clit that had become erect and started to circle it rapidly which brought an immediate reaction. She started to roll her hips in time to my efforts and her voice filled the room with a high-pitched whine. Still, she couldn't quite get there but I remained relentless and when her body suddenly stiffened, I knew from experience she was on the edge.

"Ohhhh...ohhh...uggghhhh...oh please...ohhh..." she grunted loudly when the climax arrived.

I could tell by her reactions that it was rolling through her in waves and I maintained a light contact with her nub until I felt her push me forcefully with her hands. As soon as I backed away, she slammed her legs together and rolled to her side as her body continued to spasm in strong aftershocks. Her grunts became groans that slowly morphed into little whimpers and I knew she had experienced something very special.

"Lay back," I whispered and used my hands to guide her shoulders.

When she was in position, I opened her legs, found her opening, and easily slipped my dick inside. I moved slowly while looking down at her face but it took over a minute before she opened her eyes. I could tell by her look that she was both satiated and vulnerable so I lowered my head and found her lips. It was during the kiss that I realized we weren't fucking, rather, we were making love, and by her look, I think she understood it, too.

"That was good," she said when she finally managed to speak.

"Shhh...just relax," I replied and kissed her again.

She didn't speak anymore but her soft mews slowly built which fueled my excitement. The tingling in my balls started and the strange sensation that emanated in my groin spread throughout my body and with a final desperate lunge, I pushed deep as my semen fired from my opening. I could tell it was a huge load and given the knowledge of Falcon's plans for her, I felt very satisfied.

Still heaving for breath, I collapsed at her side and she quickly turned and pushed her back against my chest while bringing my hand to a breast. We purred together without speaking for a few minutes and just for a moment, I had a vision of my wife speeding on the bike, dressed in her dark gear, with her arms circling Falcon's waist.

"It hasn't even been an hour," DeAnne giggled softly.

"Mmmm...let's rest," I whispered into her ear.

Indeed, we both drifted off and it was only when I felt her body stirring that I woke. Checking the clock on the nightstand, I could see it was late afternoon.

"Are you up?" she asked.

"Yes, that was good sleep," I laughed.

"Cum sleep," she laughed, and somehow coming from her it didn't seem crude.

I chuckled with her and then, deciding I wanted a complete understanding of the situation, I asked, "Where did they go?"

I thought she might evade the question but she answered immediately, "A rally. About three hours away. Like when we met."

"Is she safe?" I decided to ask since she was forthcoming.

"She'll get fucked. I mean...you know that. I don't think she minds," she replied.

Now feeling antsy, I got up but took the blanket from a nearby chair and covered the young woman. Spotting my wife's things, I decided to put them in her suitcase, but when I unzipped it, I got a shock when I found sitting out open on the top of her clothes the container that held her birth control pills. Although not an expert on female reproductive pharmacy, I felt certain that missing three or four days didn't put her at risk of an unwanted pregnancy. No, the meaning was symbolic and my thoughts went to the conversation that might have occurred between Chris and Falcon before she accepted his demand. Then, another thought struck me which was even more profound. What if no conversation took place and she left them as an act of complete submission? The latter scenario created more turmoil within me which somehow turned into thoughts of DeAnne and her condition. Did she even know about Falcon's plans for her?

I returned to the bed, sat on the edge, and after giving her a quick kiss, I said, "Let's go do something."

"Like what?" she asked.

"I don't know...go shopping...get a drink maybe," I replied, and then added, "Go out to dinner. You know like a couple."

The last sentence I threw in for her psyche and as soon as the words left my mouth a broad smile filled her face, and she said, "That sounds fun."

She jumped from the bed enthusiastically and headed for the bathroom. I joined her in the shower and had to force myself not to maul her taut body. After giving her some time to put on her makeup, we headed out in my car. Heretofore, I hadn't put much notice into her attire but as we discussed where to go, I knew I needed to select the right place. Her look wasn't exactly trashy and with her good looks she made the best of it but her wardrobe certainly could stand some refinement, especially if we decided to go to the better places near downtown. The idea of buying the pretty woman some new clothes resonated with me and meant we had something to do the following day as, for some reason, I wanted to make our time together about more than just sex.

We found a nice Asian bistro with a decent bar in a strip shopping center and stayed there for several hours, talking about our plans for the weekend, while nibbling on food and drinking heavily. By late evening, we had had our fill and returned to Falcon's house. Almost immediately, we jumped into bed although this time DeAnne took the lead and inhaled my dick into her soft mouth.

"Be still...it's my turn," she demanded when I tried to move so I could touch her better.

"Okay," I groaned as she resumed her efforts but minutes later when I felt myself building, I said, "I want to be in you."

She gave my dick several quick licks and then lifted her body over mine and descended onto my stiff shaft. Together, we moaned as I penetrated her, and I was pleased to find her pussy had become sodden. Now closer, I could play with her breasts and became intrigued by the way each tiny pinch of her nipples caused her pussy muscles to clench. Soon, she had me building, and then for the second time that day, I unloaded my semen into her depths. DeAnne maintained her movements for a little longer as she smiled down at me and then stopped and fell onto my chest.

"I wish I could get you there," I whispered.

"You did...earlier. It was great," she replied.

"You know what I mean," I answered.

For a time, she didn't speak and when she did, she took the discussion in an entirely new direction, "You wanted...at the club. You asked me on a date."

"Yes," I said recalling how the thought pleased her before she said no.

"Is this our date?" she probed.

"We'll make it one...I mean we can make it several," I answered, and when she didn't immediately respond, I continued with, "Do you know...I mean Falcon told me something. He said he was going to get you pregnant."

My mind raced with the thoughts of shocking the young woman but she merely answered, "Yeah."

"Are you excited?" I pushed.

"Kinda...I mean I guess," she said, and then it seemed a sudden flash arrived and she asked, "Is this why you traded?"