It seems like forever since your lover took you to “The Estate”. The week after you were there, you asked him when the next event will be. His answer at first was “I haven’t heard anything yet, but I will tell you when I do.” One week became two, which eventually became a month. His answer was always a very non-committal “I haven’t heard anything. But I don’t want to disturb the ‘Mistress of the House’ and bother her.”
You begin to wonder if there haven’t been any events, or your lover didn’t want to take you to them. In your closet your Ruby dress hangs up, still with the plastic on it from when you had it dry cleaned. You don’t want it to get messed up. In the drawer in your night stand, in a light blue box, your gold plated butt plug with real rubies, sits on a miniature silk pillow. Every time you look at it, you are tempted to wear it, but then you sigh and leave it alone. You wonder if Ms. Sapphire, Ms. Topaz, and Ms. Emerald have the same thoughts. Ms. Sapphire. You would enjoy seeing her again. She wasn’t the first woman to lick your pussy but she was definitely one of the most enthusiastic ones. Everything was shrouded in so much mystery. You don’t know the location, you don’t know anyone’s names, and worse, you don’t know when you will return.
As you work your mundane office job, your mind drifts off to butlers and servants in 18th Century outfits, the smell of the candles, the polished wood, and the amazing food. A email pops up on your screen, reminding you that you have monthly totals due to your team leader. You sigh, rub your eyes, and focus on spread sheets and numbers, an entirely different world from the fantasy land of the Estate.
When you get back to your condo, you make a pasta salad and grilled chicken breast. While you are slicing the chicken, your phone rings. You see it’s your lover calling.
“Hey, Babe” you answer. “What’s going on? I’m just making dinner.”
He must be driving because he is using Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the office. Dinner sounds good. I’ll drive straight there.” he says but you hear stress in his voice.
“Is everything okay? Is traffic bad?” you ask.
You hear a sigh of frustration. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you having wine with dinner?”
“I’m making pasta salad with chicken, so I’ll crack something open.” you respond.
“Thanks, Dear. I’ll be there in about 15 or so.”
“Love you.” you say as you hang up.
When you finish slicing the chicken breast you dish up a second plate for him. Then you go to the mini-wine fridge and pull out that Columbia River Valley Rose’.
By the time you have things on the table, you hear his key turning in the lock. He hangs his jacket by the door. “That smells great.”
“You timed it right. Sit and tell me about your day.” you say as you give him a hug.
He squeezes you tightly, almost like he desperately needs you.
Sitting down, he picks up the wine glass, swirls it, sniffs it, and then takes a deep drink, emptying it. He then refills it and takes a smaller sip.
“What’s going on, Babe?” you ask as you enjoy a forkful of pasta.
“This is really good.” he says trying to change the topic. “I love when you cook.”
You set down your fork, reach across the small table, and place your hand on his. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” you ask in a soft but serious tone.
He lowers he head and grips his fork. “It’s nothing you can help with. My clients are losing money, which means I am losing money. It is all for stupid reasons too.” He slams his fist on the table in frustration.
You get up and walk behind him, caressing his shoulders. They feel like braided cables, so tight and hard. “Babe. Try to relax.”
He exhales through his nose as you feel his shoulders drop a bit. Slowly you try to rub and massage his upper back. Bending his head forward he takes some slow, deep breaths. “That feels so good…. You are amazing….. You are always just what I need.”
His voice softens as does his muscles. “Why don’t we finish dinner, first. Then in the bedroom I will tell you all about it. This tastes so good, I don’t to ruin it.”
You nod and sit back down.
“So tell me about your day.” He says as he enjoys his food.
You tell him about the spreadsheets and monthly totals, things that you know are boring, because you are bored telling him, but surprisingly he is looking at you as you talk. Slowly taking in forkfuls of food and eating but also paying attention as you describe how all of these reports are due by the end of the week.
“Oh speaking of the end of the week, are there any events at the Estate, this weekend?”
He sets down his fork and slowly sips his wine. You see that there is frustration in him at this question. “Dear, the Estate is one of my clients. Because of these drops in the markets, including crypto, everyone has lost money. The only thing that hasn’t dropped hard is commodities, and those are all over the place. Nothing is stable, and it is my responsibility to help all of my clients make good and diverse investments.” You see the anger rising in him again, but he exhales and takes another sip to calm himself.
“I don’t want everyone there, especially the Mistress, to look at me and wonder why I’m there having fun, instead of making sure that they all don’t go broke.”
You notice that his plate is empty, so you get up and take it to the sink. “They wouldn’t really do that, would they?” you ask, rinsing it.
He gets up, grabbing your mostly empty plate, and wine glasses, taking them to you.
“Realistically, I don’t know. Normally I have the bulk of their investments in slow, but steady growth accounts, with a smaller portion in fast but risky funds. They understand the markets, and they pay me to keep them wealthy.”
“Wait a second. Does that mean that all of the people we saw last time were your clients?” You ask
A sad smile is on his face. “Some of them are. Most of the time I only deal with their personal secretaries. But the reason we were invited was because last year was a very profitable year. Everyone had a good year, which meant that I had a good year. That was why I paid extra to have my company driver take you there in the corporate limo. He got paid overtime to sit, hang out with the other drivers, and eat for free in the kitchen with the staff.”
“And that’s why he drove me back to your place, while you followed in your car. Ok.” you pause for a moment as you put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But you don’t know any of this for sure. You’re just guessing. Has anyone called and been angry?”
He wipes down the cupboard as you finish filling the dishwasher, “No. But I know what they have lost, and how if the market wasn’t…”
You put your fingers to his lips. “Hush. If you hadn’t been monitoring and making account corrections, would they be broke?”
He kisses your fingertips. “No. They would have a lot less money, but none of these wealthy people would be broke.”
“Ok, so have you personally lost them money or helped to save them money?”
He kisses your palm and then your wrist. “I have, though moving things and using my account tools, minimized their losses, and for most, have them making small gains again.”
You put your arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. “Then you, my love, have done your job, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.”
He kisses you firmly and hugs you tightly. You feel his hardness press against you.
“You are what I need. When things seem out of control, you help remind me what’s important.”
“Wait a second. Had you been to the Estate prior to us going?” You ask with genuine curiosity.
“No. It had been my first time too. I had asked if I could arrive ahead of you so they could explain everything to me. I wanted to be your guide.” he says kissing you again.
“You wanted to be in control.” You respond, fully understanding. You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this to my bed. Maybe I can help get rid of the last of your stress?” you say in a seductive tone.
In your bedroom, you step out of your work slacks, as he unbuttons your blouse. Your fingers undo his trousers which drop to the floor, his hard cock tenting his boxers. “Mmmm you are excited to be here.” you say as your blouse falls off of you and you feel his fingers unclasping your bra strap.
Slowly he slides it off of you and looks down at your hard nipples. “You seem excited for me too.” He kisses your neck and upper chest, slowly moving down your body. His strong fingers caress your breasts, with his fingertips rolling your nipples. A sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth.
“You can always get work as a gigolo. Your mouth and hands know how to give me pleasure.” you say in a playful tone.
“You couldn’t afford me.” he says as he slowly licks around your left nipple.
You put your hands on his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple firmly.
Then he kisses his way down your tummy, sliding his hands down your back until you feel his fingers at the waistband of your panties. He slowly pulls them down, your hips and ass as you feel his mouth just above your pubic mound. You are still waxed smooth since before he took you to the Estate.
His lips feel so warm and soft as he kisses closer to your clit and lips. His hands grip your ass cheeks. You love when he licks your pussy but you want to really enjoy it, “Babe, let me lie on the bed first.” you say. You feel the tip of his tongue tease you before you hear, “Of course, Dear”
Lying on the bed with your ass near the edge and your legs bent, you feel his hands on your thighs. His lips softly kiss the inside of your right thigh. His gentle attention makes your pussy so wet. You feel his breath on your cunt, and you wait with anticipation for him to lick you or fill you with his fingers. Instead, he breathes a cooling breath across your pussy lips. Then his warm, wet mouth clamps on your clit, and you feel him suck firmly. You reach down and pull his hair with one hand as you pull your hard nipple with the other. “Damn that feels good.” you moan. Two fingers enter your open pussy as he works them in and out, twisting and trusting. He alternates from sucking to licking your clit as he fingers you faster, deeper, and harder.
You cum hard. Harder than you expected. As your body tingles with pleasure, you feel him on you. His mouth pressed against yours as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. You feel his hard cock slide into you, as you are so wet with excitement and pleasure. He fucks you hard. Like he did with his fingers. His hairy chest rubs against your nipples. You put your legs around him and hook your ankles. He continues working in and out until he thrusts hard and holds it. You feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he cums.
He is still breathing hard as he slides from you and lies on his back. You kiss him and snuggle. “Do you feel better now?”
He puts an arm around you, and you feel the heat from his body. “I do. God I love you.”
He kisses you again. “Are you going to spend the night?” you ask.
“Having you lying in my arms might be just what I need.”
“Then you are doing my laundry and changing the sheets.” you playfully respond. Then you pause. “Babe, is the only reason that you don’t want to go back to the Estate is the money, or is it that you don’t want to share me with the others?”
He is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know. I love watching you cum. Seeing you licking Ms. Sapphire’s pussy as Mr. Sapphire filled your ass was a huge turn on. Knowing that you came just as hard with only me, is a boost to my ego, but that night there was a glow about you when we were done.”
“Babe, are you jealous? I thought that the house rules were designed so couples came together and left together.”
“They are. The Mistress of the Estate believes that sex and love are two different things. You love your partner, spouse, significant other, but you can have sex with anyone who consents. We probably should have talked about this before I accepted their invitation.”
You put your head on his chest. “I love you, but I enjoyed trying and learning things there. I’m not saying I have to see Mr. and Ms. Sapphire again, but it would be fun. Or maybe the Topazes or Emeralds.”
He holds you. “Tomorrow, I will call Mistress and see if they have any special events. If all they have is a “weekend get together” do you want me to accept?”
You raise your head and kiss him. “I think just spending a night there, away from the stresses of our lives might be a good mini-vacation. Think of it like a “spa day”.”
“Ok. Let’s sleep on it.” He holds you as you pull the blanket over both of you.
(I hope you enjoyed it, and will return tomorrow for Part 2. If you enjoyed it, leave a comment. If you enjoy my weekly stories, share and subscribe.)
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