Without Strings

Gwen slept fitfully; her dreams filled with strange, vivid images. She couldn't shake the feeling that something inside her was changing, that she was losing herself to these new desires. In her dreams, she found herself doing things she never thought possible, things that both terrified and excited her.

The next morning, Gwen woke up groggy and disoriented. She felt a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. As she lay there, she tried to sort through her emotions, to make sense of what had happened. She glanced over at Kyle, still asleep beside her.

She decided that she needed some time alone, to clear her head and try to regain some control. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed and went to take a shower. The hot water streamed down her body, washing away the sweat and the fear. She stood under the showerhead for what felt like hours, trying to come to terms with what had happened.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she found Kyle in the kitchen, making coffee. He glanced up at her, his expression concerned. "Are you feeling, okay?" he asked softly

Gwen took a deep breath and forced a small smile. "Yeah, I'm just... a little tired. That's all." She walked over to him and leaned against the counter, feeling the warmth of his body through his sweatpants. "I think I just need some time to adjust to what happened last night."

Kyle nodded, his expression sympathetic. He reached out to gently brush a strand of wet hair from her face. "Of course. We can take things slow today. We don't have to do anything if you don't feel comfortable with it."

"You're seriously thinking of doing something like that again?" she questioned. "You're totally okay with the fact some other men, strangers at that, came all over me?"

Kyle could tell she was sincere, but now was not the time to backstep. "Yes. I am." he said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. "Honestly, I thought it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life."

Gwen smiled back at him, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. She knew that Kyle was being honest with her, but she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking with his head or his dick. "It was...different, that's for sure." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they sipped their coffee, they continued to chat about their day, making plans for the weekend. Despite her reservations, Gwen found herself feeling a small thrill at the thought of experiencing this new side of their relationship. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make it work for them.

While on the subway Kyle had given a lot of thought of how to advance what they were doing. He then, decided on porn. He would get some interracial porn and watch it with Gwen. If nothing else, to get her thoughts on it. After all, he did have a lot of hopes and ideas for the trip to Jamaica and that island, would be filled with black men.

As he arrived at work, he remembered he wanted to mention to the group he planned on having a team meeting today. Lastly to go over details about how they would handle their end of this new cross-department client.

He sat at his desk and began to organize his thoughts. Maybe he should talk to Gwen about this. Maybe she could help him decide what to say. He reached for his phone and sent her a quick message.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of talking to the team about our new client today. I wanted to get your thoughts on how we should handle it. Should I keep you in the loop or just let you know how it goes? Let me know when you get a chance. Love you."

Gwen glanced down at her phone as she finished her breakfast. Her heart fluttered at the thought of being a part of this new project, and she was more than happy to offer her input. "Hey, I think it's a great idea for you to talk to the team. You could give me a quick rundown afterward and then fill me in on the details later if you want. I'm so proud of you for getting this opportunity!" She texted back before returning to her coffee.

As the day progressed, Gwen found herself checking her phone every few minutes for updates from Kyle. She was nervous and excited to hear about how the meeting had gone, and she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of connection to his work life. It was almost as if they were truly becoming a team. Even if it had to be a secret team.

Finally, just before lunch, Kyle messaged her. "Hey, the meeting went great. We discussed our approach and the expectations of the client. I think we're all on the same page. I'm going to keep you updated as we move forward. I'm so glad you're a part of this, babe. It really means a lot to me. Love you."

Gwen quickly texted right back, "That's great, babe. Not to try and steal your thunder, but did you talk about the model at all?"

Upon receiving her text Kyle had to chuckle. "Yes, dear we did talk about you. Uh... I mean the model."

"What did you say about me?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Just usual stuff. What you're going to wear, what kind of poses, if we need any props... You know, just random commercial stuff." Kyle texted back.

Gwen knew it was going to be for a clothing company, but she had no idea what type of clothing they sold. Having just realized this, she felt the need to voice it. "Hey, I know it's a little late, but I never asked. What kind of clothes will I be modeling?"

Kyle hesitated to send his response, but perhaps with the push from the device and her increased inhibition she wouldn't mind. "Lingerie"

"Oh...okay. So, you know, sexy underwear. Got it," Gwen said, trying not to blush. "I guess I can handle that."

The thought of modeling lingerie was both exciting and intimidating for her. On the one hand, she felt confident in her own skin and knew she had a decent figure. On the other hand, she'd never really considered herself the type to wear such revealing clothes. But then again, this was for work and Kyle was involved. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought.

"That's my girl." Kyle replied

The trip to the mysterious shop from the subway was rather quick, as Kyle arrived at the corner where he had gotten the devices from. He recognized the buildings, even the street signs, but the shop with the gruffy old man was different. It was freshly painted and had neon signs in the windows now. This was totally different than what he remembered.

"This is weird. I remember being creeped out when I went in before, this doesn't look like the same place." He thought to himself as he opened the door. There was a jingle when the door opened, he didn't remember that either.

As he walked into the shop he was amazed. It look completely different. There was no paint chipped counters and no random tickets and weathered looking devices. He looked around more and more. There was no old gruffy man either.

"Hello, welcome to The Bean Team." a young man said as he walked up to the counter.

"The Bean Team?" Kyle answered him back, the kid just nodded. "You sell coffee?"

"Uh... Yup."

"I'm sorry. I was here recently, and it was a little different. Could you tell me where the previous store moved to? Kyle asked, thinking that could be the only case.

"Um... How long ago were you here, sir?" The worker asked looking a little confused.

"I don't know. Like a week ago?"

The kid behind the counter's eyes grew wide as he stepped back a little bit. "Uh... sir. We've been in this spot for years. Right next door to Mario's Pizza."

This sent alarm all though Kyle's body. Yes, Mario's Pizza. He remembered that place. Right next door to the weird shop, that apparently just disappeared.

"Look, I... I think there's been a mistake. I'm sure I was here. I..." He looked around, trying to find something familiar. "I'm just going to leave. I'm sorry." Kyle said, already starting to turn around.

By the time Kyle reached the street outside he buckled over, with his hands on his knees. Completely out of breath, he began hyperventilating. "What the hell was going on?" he asked himself. Trying to control his breathing he began to calm down.

Standing upright he spun around looking in every direction at every building. All the signs, all the logos, and even the parking lots were exactly the same. All but one thing. The fucking shop with the gruffy old man. "Damn it." he cursed to himself.

Turning to walk to the subway he hung his head. Feeling slightly defeated, but not knowing what for, Kyle decided to just return home and figure out what he was going to do.

As he walked through the city, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. The shop, the worker, it all seemed so off. He tried to rationalize it, telling himself that it must have been some sort of weird dream or a hallucination from a concussion. But deep down, he knew there was more to it.

He arrived at the subway and boarded quickly. Having to stand as no seats were free tonight, he grabbed the hanging handle and rode it home.

When he entered the brownstone, he quickly went to his nightstand in the bedroom. The devices were still there. He then dashed to the study and pulled open the felt lined box. Yup, the control device was there as well. He began to close the box when he noticed the meter again. It was down to "safe".

"Hmm... that didn't take long." Kyle thought. He closed the box and headed back upstairs to the front room. He hadn't seen Gwen while he was running around the apartment. He sent her a text.

"Hey babe. I'm home. Where are you at?"

No response. He tossed his phone to the couch and sat down, picking up the remote control.

He was about to turn on the TV when he heard a soft click from the bedroom door. Gwen walked out, wearing a sexy nightgown. She walked up to him and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck while her legs straddled him.

"Well, hello nurse." Kyle said with a smile.

Gwen giggled and pressed her body closer to his. "How was your day?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

He did a quick thought as to what to say. Obviously leaving the part out about the mysterious store where he got these mysterious devices that he's been using to manipulate you and try and change you, ultimately turning you into some kind of sex at your husband's will. "Uh... well, after I texted you I just did some finishing up on the papers needed and stopped at a coffee shop on the way home."

"Oh, that's nice. Did you get my message about the party tomorrow?" Gwen asked, her tone a mix of hope and concern. She knew he'd been busy with work and the house, but she also wanted to make sure they could still make it to her best friend's party.

Kyle nodded. "Yeah, I got it. I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you sooner. It's been kind of a crazy day. But, yeah, we'll definitely go. I'm looking forward to it." He replied, but in all honesty having no idea what party she was talking about.

"That's good to hear. I was worried you might not be able to make it." Gwen leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "I've been looking forward to seeing you in something other than those sweatpants all day." She giggled.

Gwen began to loosen Kyle's tie from around his neck as she kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe. "Oh really?" he said, reaching down and grabbing her full ass as she stripped the tie off and flung it in the air.

Their kiss grew more intense as their hands explored each other's bodies. Gwen unbuttoned Kyle's shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, while he reached up and undid the clasp on her nightgown, letting it fall to the floor revealing her lacy black bra and panties.

"My god, you are so sexy babe." Kyle said as he kissed down her neck. She cocked her head to the side, allowing her husband full range of her upper body. He kissed and sucked on her neck as he brought his hand to her chest and gripped her hefty breast, pushing the bra up and revealing all of it.

She moaned and arched her back into him, his hand feeling incredibly good on her. She let her hand slide down to his waist, and with a powerful thrust, pulled him on top of her. He fell between her legs, and she spread them wide, inviting him in. He kissed her passionately as he guided his hard cock to her wet entrance.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation of being so fully taken by him. Her hands found purchase on the couch as he began to move inside her, his hips slapping against hers in rhythm.

"Tell me how you felt sucking those cocks." He whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she tried to focus on the sensation of his words and his cock thrusting inside her. "They... they felt so good. Strong and hard. It was like... like being filled up in a way I never knew I needed."

"Oh fuck, baby" Kyle began to say, thrusting even harder than before. "You were so fucking sexy, sucking off three strangers."

Gwen moaned loudly as he continued to thrust inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock stretching her to the limit. "They were all so different... but you... you're the only one I want... I need..."

Kyle growled in satisfaction, picking up the pace. He reached down and pinched her hardened nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "You're mine, Gwen. Nobody else can have you. Nobody." He thrust even deeper, feeling his climax building inside him.

"Yes, baby. I'm all yours. No matter what, you always feel the best." As she spoke Kyle lifted his head and locked eyes with Gwen. "That's its babe, come inside me."

Giving a few more grunts, Kyle exploded in orgasm, filling his wife with semen. She grabbed him tightly and squeezed as he gave his final thrusts into her. "I love you Kyle."

"I love you too, Gwen."

They lay there, catching their breath as they stared into each other's eyes. Kyle's chest heaved up and down, his cock still buried deep inside Gwen's warmth. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the strength in his body as they slowly began to move together in unison.

"You know, babe," he whispered into her ear, "I think about those guys sometimes, and how it felt for you to be with them. It makes me wonder what else you could have done... what else they might have done to you." His hand slid down her body, tracing a path over her flat stomach and between her legs. "I wonder if they ever made you..." He hesitated, his fingers finding her clit. "...cum."

She arched her back into his touch, moaning softly. "I... I don't know, honey. I never did anything like that with them. It was always just about the guys, you know? It was your cock I wanted. It's always been your cock." She felt him grow harder against her hand, and a smile spread across her face.

"This whole thing really is exciting you, huh?" she asked, staring into his eyes.

He nodded. "Is that so bad, babe?" She shook her head.

"No, it's not. It's just... I don't want to share you. Not like that." He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers. "But I'm glad it does turn you on." Gwen said as she gave Kyle a very wet, tongue filled kiss. "I'll do whatever you want me to, baby."

The next day at work, Kyle tried to put any remaining paperwork in order for the new model. Every time he looked at her name on the forms, he laughed to himself. This would definitely be interesting. His wife not only working with him, but acting like she didn't know him that well, while posing and strutting around in scantily clad lingerie.

He paused his thoughts. "Better watch yourself there, Kyle" he thought to himself as he could feel his hard on forming in his pants.

Just then Seager tapped his knuckles on the open door, and of course just walked through. Kyle thought maybe he'd get used to the way everyone entered a room around here, but as of now... it still annoyed him. "Hey, Kyle. Got a sec?"

Kyle swiveled in his chair to face the lanky man that entered the room. "Yeah, what's up Seager?"

"I was just looking through the portfolio. Man, that new model you got. Wow. What a piece of ass she is." He grabbed his crotch as he spoke with a very creepy grin on his face. "Where'd you find her, again?"

Kyle leaned back in his chair, disregarding Seager's more degrading comments. "Uh... She's an old acquaintance, actually." Kyle said propping his leg over his knee. "I knew her back in college. I actually just recently got back in touch with her and found out she's been trying to get into the business." Kyle couldn't believe how well the lies were flowing from his mouth. No one in his entire department had ever met Gwen, so there was no way to know she was actually his wife.

"Wow... Hot damn." Seager said, beginning to turn toward the door. Quickly he snapped back. "Hey, did you ever hit that?" he asked with a sneer.

Taken aback, just a bit Kyle forced a smile. "No, actually. We always were and still are platonic."

Seager shrugged his shoulders and walked out the door, making one last comment as he did. "Too bad."

The room was silent for a moment as Kyle sat in his chair, trying to shake the conversation off. He went back to doing what he was doing before the interruption. He was planning on bringing Gwen in tomorrow, if for nothing else, to meet the team and let her get situated. He really didn't think Seager would be ready to do any photoshoots. So, it should just be really quick and painless.

After several hours, Kyle was done. He ordered the stack of papers and set them on the corner of his desk, as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled the device out and looked at the screen. Tristan.

Tristan was Kyle's old college roommate. They were pretty good friends, just never stayed that close after graduation. He hadn't really even heard from him in at least a year. Kyle did think it was odd he was getting a call, from him out of the blue.

"Hey man, it's been a while." Kyle said as he answered the call, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't been in touch. Things have been crazy with work, and then... well, I guess you know." Tristan said, hesitantly.

Kyle raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "You know what, it's all good. So, what's up? You sound a little down." he asked, genuinely concerned.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Tyler spoke again. "Well, I... I'm calling to see if... well... you know..." There was another pause, and then a defeated sigh. "I just found out my girlfriend of two years has been cheating on me. With my best friend. And... I'm just... I'm not doing so well with it. I could really use... just to talk to someone."

Kyle was taken aback. He'd never realized that Tristan had even been in a relationship. They'd drifted so far apart; he hadn't really kept up with what anyone had been up to. "Wow, man. I'm sorry to hear that. That really sucks. You want to talk about it? I mean, I'm not a counselor or anything, but I'm here for you, buddy."

There was a long pause before Tristan spoke again. "I guess... I mean... it's just so hard to believe.

"Yeah, I bet." Kyle answered trying his best to sound understanding. "Hey, how bout we meet up and talk about all this, okay?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Hell no, I don't mind dude." Kyle said. "Hell, we were really tight back in college. I'm still here for you man.

"Alright, thanks man. I really appreciate it." Tristan said, sounding a little bit more upbeat.

"How about we meet up tomorrow night?" Kyle asked. "You can come over to my place. Hell, you haven't even met my wife and I've been married for five years."

"Oh yeah? That's awesome! Well, I guess I can't pass up meeting your wife. I'll see you tomorrow then." Tristan said, sounding a bit more like his old self. "I'll bring over a bottle of something to help drown my sorrows."