Candi and Our New Arrangement Ch. 03

All shiny new things tarnish over time, so it was no surprise to me that Candi and I fell back into our humdrum life after a few weeks of light BDSM play. We were soon coming and going and eating and sleeping like two roommates just sharing a space, again. It was against that backdrop that I was surprised to find a photo Candi sent to me on the day that lull permanently came to an end.

"I think I need to be very bad," was all the message read. Attached was a photo she snapped of her dress pulled up over her hips. The photo was once again taken in the mirror except, this time, she was bent over and she had managed to zoom in on her spread ass cheeks.

Blood rushed to my heart and my cock immediately. I was staring into two neatly waxed gaping holes. Her little brown butthole was opened and ready for action and her yummy purple labia curtains were unfurled for my viewing pleasure. I smashed the speed dial for my executive assistant as fast as my hands would fly.

"Dot, can you cancel my appointments for the next hour or so?"

"Sure... everything ok?"

"Yeah..." my voice cracked. "Yeah, I just forgot I have a car repair appointment."

Praying she didn't sense something else was going on, and that she couldn't see the swelling in my trousers, I rushed down the hall, past the receptionist, and out the door. There was an elevator, but I didn't trust it in an emergency, so I raced down the steps. At least I hadn't slacked on my running regimen.

Just to keep the illusion alive, I actually did drive my car to the dealership.

"Needs a tune-up," I called anxiously to the tech who met me at the entrance.

It felt like the rental car counter was taking forever to find something I could drive. Anything would have worked, as I just needed a cover vehicle for a couple house. The minutes passed and I was soon worrying someone was going to notice my absence at work if I was away too long. I checked my watch again and again and, eventually, the sporty little coupe just like mine, only in silver, arrived and I was on my way.

Around the corner from our office was a little shop that stood alone on a corner lot. Multiple efforts to run the shop out of this nice little technology-driven section of town had failed, as had re-zoning efforts. We often joked about the little shop around our office. One time, Dom and I even visited to humor ourselves. I don't think the store employees appreciated our sense of humor about their place of employment. On this particular day, however, I was thrilled I could breeze into the shop so I could begin my plot.

"Can I help you?" Asked the woman behind the counter.

I took a minute to get my bearings. All around me, leather whips and restraints hung from the walls. The shelves were lined with dildos and vibrators in their plastic blister wrap. In the back, there were rows of porn Blu-Rays and DVDs. My attention snapped over to the direction of the voice.

"Yes... I am looking for some handcuffs."

Her name tag said "Ransom" and under that it read "manager." She looked like she was well informed on anything I could find in the store. She wore a thin leather choker around her neck with a pendant hanging from. Her nasal septum was pierced with a small silver horseshoe shaped ring, and her hair was shaved almost to the scalp on one side. This curvy young black woman wasn't afraid of who she was.

"We might have a few of those." She also wasn't afraid to give a new customer a little lip, I discovered.

I liked the sass. Nobody at work would dare speak to me like this, and it was refreshing to be around someone who wasn't desperate to please me.

"How about a metal set with a little bit of length to them?"

"Now you're talking, follow me."

I couldn't help take a peek down to her thick posterior. The plaid skirt stopped just above her knees, revealing a pair of muscular legs. High tops on her feet suggested she had some sense of fun.

"This long enough for you?" She snapped the chain that connected a pair of steel handcuffs. It looked like it could but tightened if you really wanted someone restrained or pulled back, say if you wanted to attach the cuffs somewhere.

"I'll take it."

"Anything else catch your eye?" Ransom asked as we passed by cases full of vibrators and dildos back toward the front counter.

"As a matter of fact... I'll take that one," I answered, pointing to a pink vibrating dildo big enough to intimidate me but small enough to fit into my wife without breaking her. It was quite the piece of work, with realistic looking veins running down each side.

"The Bossman 2000. I like your style." Ransom smiled a nodded as she pulled a chain hidden beneath her low cut tank top. She used the attached key to unlock the case and pull the huge fake cock from its case.

"It's a gift," I informed her.

"It always is," she winked back. "Hey, you don't have a friend who comes in here, do you? I can't give out names but there's a guy who kinda looks like you. Kinda dresses like you. Kinda gives off your vibe...?"

My brain raced. She definitely was not working here last time Dom and I stumbled in after a couple lunchtime cocktails to crack jokes and chase each other around with the merchandise. Dom bought some porn just to make it up to the staff.

"I don't think so. My name is Jackson, though. If you see 'my friend', please tell him I said hello," I bravely responded back. Maybe this kindred spirit and I could exchange tips, I thought.

"My name is Ransom," she pulled her name tag out for me to see.

"Nice to meet you. Given name or...?"

"A name I have given myself. Listen, if you want to get a little more out of your new accessories, there are regular classes I teach nearby," she eagerly offered a flyer to me.

"Thanks but maybe another time." I was happy to make a new friend but wasn't ready to get that friendly. Who knew, maybe in time the classes she was offering would actually be helpful.

***

After paying for my new toys, I realized my folly - in my attempt to avoid any of my coworkers seeing me at the sex shop, I had grabbed this loaner car from the dealer. Of course, that meant I now needed to sneak my sex toys back into my own car. What was I going to do?

I've always been able to come through in the clutch, and this time I decided that the best course of action was to just go stalking. I knew at some point the tech I had seen when I dropped my car off needed to take a break or get some lunch. One hand clutched the wheel as the other one pretend to pay attention to my phone while I sat just far enough away from the dealership service center to look like I was too busy to pull all the way in.

Finally, after I had far exceeded the hour I told Dot I would be away from the office, a familiar looking short man with tattoos down his forearms exited a side door and lit a cigarette.

"Hey! Hey, buddy!" I shouted in a loud whisper. He pointed to himself with the two fingers holding the smoldering cigarette and I waved him over.

"Aren't you the guy I gave my keys to a little while ago?"

"Ah, yeah. Yeah. you wanted the tune up? I mean what's wrong because I couldn't find nothing."

He looked confused as he should have. I always kept my car in top condition.

"Yeah, nevermind that. I've got fifty bucks for you if you'll put this bag into my trunk. It's nothing dangerous or anything, just a little embarrassing..."

He tried to read my face. Then, he looked around, as if to see if somebody was playing a prank. He held out his hands to his sides in the universal symbol for "What the fuck are you saying?"

"OK, one hundred. Just get the bag in there, ok?"

He took the cash and he snatched the bag from my hand. The cigarette dropped to the ground and I was one hundred dollars poorer but at least my pride was intact.

Before heading back to the office, I swung home and shuffled around the closet where we kept our gift wrap and other wrapping accessories. The cuffs were dropped in a box that I left with Candi's name on it in our entryway. Inside, I left a placard with simple instructions:

"Wear me.. Only me."

As for the Bossman 2000, I was able to figure out how to get the D batteries inside after several attempts and then hid it in a particularly naughty place in our house.

***

My wife didn't disappoint me. When I arrived home, it was eerily quiet and she had closed all of the curtains in the front windows of the house. I took off my shoes so I wouldn't disturb the mood. The box was gone, so I either completely misread her message or the cuffs were somewhere around the house with or, hopefully, on Candi.

When I reached the den, it was the only room with the curtains drawn back a little. A small stream of fading daylight was casting shadows into the room. There in front of me, kneeling on the floor and facing away from me, was Candi. She was stripped of all clothing and her curvy ass looked amazing resting on her feet. I realized why she chose this room right away because the chains attached to the cuffs were attached to one of the hooks on the fireplace mantle that held stockings during the holidays. Her hands were suspended in the air in front of her face. She was ready to meet my demands.

"What a good and faithful wife I have," I said, circling around to face Candi.

I had to duck under one of the chains so I could stand in the middle and look down directly at my wife. She looked up at me and a sly smile crossed her rosy lips. Her face was still made up from the day and I enjoyed the fact that she held out until I got here. She loved my surprise so far, I could tell. My fingers dropped just below her chin and caressed her soft face.

"Please me and I'll consider rewarding you," I told her.

A hand reached up to my fly. Without ever breaking eye contact with me, Candi zipped my fly down to its base with one firm motion and then reached inside with the other hand. She caressed my tender cock and I couldn't help but sigh. A fierce desire twinkled in her eyes as she pulled that thickening manhood from my pants and continued to lock eyes with me as she noisily sucked and slurped on my shaft, then my balls, and then the rosy helmet on the tip of my cock. After a few minutes warming me up, she started getting particularly sloppy, and I liked it. I particularly liked watching her big tits bob up and down while she worked her mouth around the shaft and tip.

"Can you taste my precum, yet?" I asked.

She smiled affirmatively. "That's good. I'm going to fuck you later. I'm going to fuck you hard. I'm going to fuck your pussy and, if you're lucky, I'm going to stick my cock in that tight little asshole."

Her eyes lit up and I popped open my belt so I could drop my pants to the floor. My coat and shirt soon joined them.

"I've enjoyed letting you blow me. Now, it's time for my naughty wife to get what's coming to her."

My hands reached back to the chains wrapped around the hook on the mantle and pulled it off over my head. A little tug and Candi rose. Her big breasts were hanging just in front of my stomach. A trail of creamy saliva dangled from her chin. One of my thick fingers snapped the gooey fluid from her chin and fed it back to her waiting lips.

"Mmmm..." she cooed. I spun her body at the hips and gave her a firm whip across her ass cheeks.

The smack sent Cadi trotting off with me left behind to chase that bouncing ass out of the den, around the corner that led through our sitting room, and then up the stairs. She whooped and hollered the whole way, tossing the chains on her wrists from side to side.

Candi laughed hysterically when I caught up to her just inside the doorway to our room and lifted her the few steps to the bed before crashing down on top of her limp body. I wrapped my legs around her hips and grabbed a handful of her shoulder-length hair and pulled.

"You can't run!" I roared.

"Oh, what will you do now?" Candi could hardly hold back her glee.

"No laughing!" I roared, again, and then leapt to my fee and yanked on the long chain linking her wrists until I was dragging Candi off the fluffy bed.

She plopped on the floor with a solid "thump" and I checked to make sure she wasn't actually hurt. It looked like the fall may have banged up her knee a little, from her tender gait, but she looked up at me with a fiery passion. I left just enough slack in the chains so she could crawl on her hands and knees behind me. Turning out our bedroom door, I made her follow me down the long hallway.

"You know, I was cleaning our daughter's room the other day and I discovered something that just about gave me a heart attack," I started as I pulled Candi through our college aged daughter's bedroom door.

I could feel the hesitation in the way she resisted my tug but I carried on. Reaching under the foot of the bed, I pulled out a shoe box and opened it on the bed. "You don't think these could belong to Sheri, do you?"

Candi's face perked up. She couldn't tell at first if I was telling the truth or still playing the game. Inside the shoe box was the large and intricately detailed fack cock I had purchased earlier at the sex shop. There was also a tube of lube - our lube - laying next to the dildo.

"Wait a second - there's no way an eighteen year old sweet girl like yours could fit this huge dildo inside her pussy... Is this your dildo, Candi? Have you been hiding it here?"

Her chest rose with the sight of the intimidating phallus and her eyes grew large with anticipation.

"Oh, I don't know what to say. It can't be mine... I wouldn't know what to do with it..." she shrugged and the chains rattled between us.

"Then I'll need to do some tests."

I pulled Candi forward and slung the chain up and over our daughter's bedpost. My heart raced. This was by far the most taboo and downright perverted territory I had waded into with Candi. I had no interest in actually fucking our daughter but being in her room, totally naked with Candi in this position was so wrong that it was making my dick go into erection overdrive. It was hard to act cool and in control with that thing smacking between my thighs.

The dildo was removed from the box and I greased it up with plenty of lube where Candi could watch.

"If it's Sheri's and not yours, clearly it would fit into your daughter and not you. Let's see if we have a match..." I moved in behind Candi and pulled her hips upward to give my hands better access to her legs. Her back was flat in a plank position now, with her hands gripping the chains to hold her upper body steady. "Somebody's pussy is awfully wet considering this isn't supposed to be hers..."

A quick stroke of the switch at the base of the dildo and it hummed to life. The whole veiny rubbery dick vibrated but the middle of the shaft up to the circumcised head had some sort of thick rotating rod inside. It caused the material around the shaft and head to pulse and gyrate. I used two fingers to spread my wife's slippery lower lips and then carefully slipped the gyrating shaft between them and held it at a shallow depth.

"Mmm..ahhh..." Candi moaned. There was a hint of discomfort at first, but she re-positioned her hips and she was soon signing out deep pleasure-rich sighs.

"Let's see if this dick fits any farther..."

My hand pressed the base of the dildo and it found Candi's wide and welcoming hole. Her hips shifted, again, and the dildo pressed deep inside her gaping vagina. She squealed and bucked. She was so ravenous, I could hardly keep the instrument fully inserted.

"Somebody has been hiding this big dildo in her daughter's room! Are you proud of yourself?" I cruely demanded.

"No, but it just... feels... so... good!" Candi sputtered. "Oooh, honey, please fuck me with it!"

"You don't command me!" I slapped her big bare ass. Then, I dropped a long line of lube between those fair cheeks and rubbed it across her rectum while my other hand continued to fuck her with the dildo.

At first, she resisted the tip of my wet cock. Her ass pulled away but it also pulled rubber rotating cock back so it wasn't so deep in her melting pussy, so she backed up again and let me bury my own cock halfway into her tight asshole.

What I felt inside was the buzzing and gyrating from the dildo inside Candi's pussy. She came before I even had a chance to thrust my pole a few times.

"Fuck...Jax!" She winced. Her sides and back heaved and fell rapidly, showing me she was losing control over her orgasming flesh.

"I thought this was my pussy..." I grunted, "...but I can see it wants another cock. Is that what you want, you naughty girl?"

"Fuck yeah! I want both my holes filled!" She begged for more.

I kept flexing my legs up and down and in and out to pump my stiff cock into the dark bud between her cheeks over and over again. I could feel the vibrating cock inside Candi's wanton pussy matching my pace and it was driving my spasming shaft to its limits.

"You're such a slutty wife... Turn over so I can look you in the eyes when I cum!"

With that, I plucked my cock from Candi's fat ass and gave her hips a spin. The Bossman was still humming away inside her pussy and I wanted us to feel its rippling vibrations together. More lube spilled onto my cock, this time from Candi's hand. I knew what was about to happen but wondered if she was ready for two cocks to gape her insatiable pussy.

Her mouth was assaulting mine before I knew it and I grasped her soft cheeks between my fingers and slipped my tongue between her lips. That was almost the end of my tongue, as I pressed my slippery cock across the soft rubber of the dildo until I was stretching her tight hole to its limits. She bit downward but only enough to compress the tip of my tongue before she blunted her teeth with her own lips.

Moaning and crying filled my ears. I had never felt anything so tight in my life. My thick cock was pinned between the rubbery dildo and her tight vaginal walls. She pulled me so tight to her body that she fell back onto the floor and I fell with her, gripping the dildo the whole way. Her hands came to a sudden stop when the restraints caught her wrists so I pulled her hips up off the floor so I could continue to pound her wet pussy while the dildo hummed on.

"Fuck, Jax! That's too tight! I'm sorry... can you just fuck my mouth?"

The look in her eyes told me she wasn't just playing. At least she was trying to keep it exciting, though. My hand gripped the base of my cock and slowly pulled it from the excruciatingly tight opening between Candi's legs. I saw a look of relief fall across her face when I pulled out and then a look of care and anticipation as I dismounted and let her gyrating hips fall to the floor while I circled around and shoved my cock in her face.

Candi obediently grasped my hanging scrotum with one of her restrained hands and then pulled her mouth to meet the tip of my prick. I could tell she was straining to maintain this odd sit-up position. Watching her push through the anguish just made me that much harder. My hands involuntarily went to the back of her head and I fucked her welcoming lips with all the energy I had left. Quick shallow strokes penetrated her mouth and raked against her teeth.

"Ummmph... I'm going to cum down your throat..." I groveled as my cock seized up and then released. Seized up and then released. And then pumped all the cum left in my swollen balls into Candi's wide open mouth.

She swallowed every drop with the tip of my cock still pressed against her rosy lips. When I finally slumped to the floor at the foot of the bed, she begged to be released.

"OK, time to stop. Pretty please?"

How rude of me to forget that the Bossman was still humming away deep inside Candi's tight pussy. I fumbled at the base of the device until I found the off switch. Candi yanked the pink shaft out from her vaginal canal with a slippery smack. It was soaked in her juices and my precum. She unceremoniously dropped it to the hardwood floor.