by Cyan
Copyright 1998 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
A light was on in the other room. I was groggy and it was still dark. The clock said it was 2:20AM. Judy was up.
I heard her voice, low in the other room. I was waking up and began to wonder what was going on. I realized she was on the phone. I hadn't heard it ring: I must have been zonked. A receiver was right next to our bed so I wondered why Judy had gotten up to take the call. I picked up the receiver.
"Oh, yes, it's time all right!" said a voice.
"Now?" It was Judy answering. She was keeping her voice down, but I could sense she was nervous.
"You know it," came the voice again. I listened and thought, and finally recognized it: Tess.
A week before, I hadn't known Tess existed. That's when Judy had mentioned her upcoming visit. She'd known Tess years ago before she'd known me. Tess was coming to town, and to dinner one evening. But that wasn't the real surprise. It had happened right before Tess was due to arrive: "Honey?" she'd said.
"Yes, dear?" She'd asked for my attention in a manner that always brought me up short: quieter than she normally spoke.
"I... I have to ask you to do something: will you do something for me?"
"Sure, what is it?" I said. Any hesitation of mine before answering was too short for her to notice.
"Now... please listen to me... this is crazy..."
"What is it?" I'd put my arm around her shoulders and tried to encourage her. Whether she'd intended to or not, she'd created a mystery that was starting to get to me.
"I have to ask you to do something..." I knew that. "When Tess comes, if she wants to have sex with you... do it."
"What?" I stared at her.
"Please, Honey!" she said. Then her words were no longer halting and it seemed like she couldn't stop herself from talking: "Please, I swear, don't ask me why; please, you have to do this for me! Say you will? Please?"
"What's going on here?"
She looked away from me for a moment, then looked back at me, in my eyes. "Please trust me. Would you do it? Please?"
"You really want this?" I asked. Believe me, this wasn't Judy's normal request! And while the idea of an extramarital fling has some illicit appeal, not that I had any plans, the whole thing was a little too freaky to believe.
"I'm sorry," she said, "please forgive me, but can you just do it for me? Please?" She was begging me!
If I was slow to answer, it wasn't that I was considering the request nor that I wanted to torture her. Honestly, I can say that my mind was spinning in confusion. "If she asks," I finally said, "I'll... check with you."
"No!" she said, then added: "I mean please don't tell her you have to ask me, OK?"
"What's going on here?" That seemed like a fair question!
"I... I owe her..."
"You owe her!"
"Yes. Please don't ask me any more..." Her voice had faded out.
Well, after that surprise, the visit with Tess had been something of an anticlimax. She was a friendly, older woman. I found myself sizing her up as soon as she walked in, and though she was a little heavy, her friendly manner and pretty face, and her pleasantly curved body had their appeal. But she never asked me anything outrageous, nor even mentioned such a thing. The most I could say is that I seemed to catch her giving me an odd look now and then, which always made me wonder whether the moment was arriving, but it certainly never did.
Believe me, it is strange to hold up your end of a visit after a request like that from your wife. I could see that Judy was acting a little strangely too: I had the sense that she had very mixed feelings about the whole thing, and our eyes met significantly several times during the course of the evening, but as I said, absolutely nothing happened.
"She didn't mention a word," I'd said to Judy afterward. And somehow I'd expected her to be relieved, but she'd still looked thoughtful.
But I'd remembered Tess's voice and it was Tess that Judy was talking to on the phone, in the middle of the night. I briefly wondered again why they would be carrying on a conversation at such a time, and tried to make out what they were discussing.
"Oh yes, he's more than ready for it," Tess was saying, but Judy didn't answer. Tess continued: "We need to put him to the cock immediately."
I thought hard to figure out how I was hearing wrong. "He won't do it," Judy answered.
"You know he will: he won't know it's coming until it's too late. Surely you can see he needs it: you've left him on a long leash plenty long." After another pause Tess continued: "If he's to be docile and controllable, it's the best way and you know it."
"I... I don't want to do this," said Judy.
"Now what's wrong?"
"He won't like it."
"You know he'll grow to love it and thrive on it: you've seen them."
"I like him the way he is."
"Judy, you know you like them trained: I remember what you used to do to Bobby."
"No: this is different."
"Now don't be this way, Judy: you know what you owe me."
Judy didn't answer right away, and I had the chance to register my incredulity again. Finally, she said: "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"Look: you've become much too attached to him: can't you see that?" said Tess.
"I don't care!"
"Now Judy, you know that sometimes we find ourselves forced to indoctrinate a woman the way we do the males. You want me to put you through it?" Judy didn't answer. "Then you'd live like them, you know. You'd come to enjoy it, but... You know, Stella's training studs would enjoy doing you for a change... Think about it." Judy didn't answer and neither spoke for the longest time. "Think about, it OK?" repeated Tess, and after a quick "OK," Judy hung up. Catching myself, I quietly replaced the receiver.
Judy flew in the room: "Ron! Ron!" she said, shaking me. I'd managed to resume a sleeping position. I awoke and groggily asked her what was going on. "Ron, can we leave?"
"Leave?"
"Uh, is there anywhere we can go? Immediately?" She was clearly agitated.
"What are you talking about?"
"Overseas. Somewhere far away, without leaving any tracks."
"Judy, what's going on?"
She sat and I watched her try to calm herself. Putting this together with the telephone call, I realized she was taking whatever silliness Tess had been talking about perfectly seriously. It was so insane, I could hardly believe it of her. "Is there some way we can run? Disappear?" she finally asked, a little more calmly.
I caught myself considering her question. "I suppose we could travel," I said. "We could max out the cards and I think I can get off if I plead emergency."
"No! No cards: they'd be traceable. And I mean permanently."
"Judy, what's this about?"
"Please! You don't understand: we have to get out of here, right now."
"Now?"
"Yes!" she said, and as if to lend weight to her words she looked over her shoulder.
"Judy, this is crazy: we're not in any danger. Come back to bed."
"No! You don't understand! This is real! We've got to go, right now!"
"You really think she's going to come after us in the middle of the night? Believe me, whatever it is, it can wait 'til morning and you'll be able to think more clearly."
With that, I found her looking me in the eye. I tried to look my calmest. This was the craziest thing I'd ever encountered, and my own Judy! I noted she was no longer so frenzied, and in fact, was looking at me with a strange calm. Then she turned her head in a quick motion and looked toward the wall. At least she wasn't talking crazy: I'd apparently gotten through to her. Then she calmly turned back to me and said: "What did you say?"
"That there's nothing to worry about!" It was very clear that her acute worry was over. She looked away from me briefly, then looked back at me and her face still perfectly calm. "OK?" I asked.
"OK," she said, her eyes still on mine, and there was something mechanical about her answer.
"Let's go to sleep," I said: "I'll turn off the lights." I got up and made the rounds and returned. Judy was still calm and I found myself lying awake next to her though it was dark. In a couple of minutes she got up and without turning on any lights, walked downstairs and I heard her sit quietly in the living room. I figured she still needed to calm herself inside and let her go sit. Of all the crazy things, getting excited about that insane talk. I did my best to fall asleep.
* * *
I do like my life, now. I see Judy only once in a while: she always has this mild smile. I sense it is in no manner intended to communicate with me, merely a sign of her satisfaction with the general way my life is going. Not Tess's grin or Stella's evil grimace nor the faraway look of deep need I see on Stella's studs' faces when I'm put to them. Yes, I need them, those moments: my days would indeed seem incomplete without them. As it would without my time with Stella and her whip. Or with Tess, pleasing her as I kneel between her legs. But Judy, she simply looks at me calmly, knowingly. Tess holds her hand and sometimes the two of them have another male whose face Judy will softly caress. And I see his eyes worshiping her. Just as I worship Tess.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.