Fidelity Ch 04

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 [An interlude with Matthew] Some things are going to happen that will seem odd if we don’t dip into Matthew’s side of things for a bit.Keep your marital problems to yourself. Don’t even tell a friend, and never a co-worker. Good advice I would have given anyone until recently. You see, I did confide in Jack, my co-pilot, about our marital turmoil. In turn, he betrayed me. Sort of. He got Janice, our crew chief, involved one night while we were held over in Seattle. It went better than expected.Somehow she got me to disclose the tale of Laura’s betrayal, my vengeance, and our continued ‘adversarial’ relationship. Maybe I shared it all for the same reason I let Janice call me Matt: I trusted her and Jack, too. Maybe bottling it all up, like I had been, lead to just this type of confessional diarrhea. Or maybe Laura’s slutty betrayal had unmoored me so much that I just didn’t trust my own judgement anymore. Whatever the case, as I spilled the beans about Laura’s shenanigans and my rather extreme response, I could see Janice’s reaction change from titillation to concern, for me, and then to something approaching smug self assurance, almost judgement.I didn’t tell her everything, of course. How would she react if she knew I’d pissed on my wife? Or that I forced her to go out in public wearing only a dress and a really fancy vibrator? I could see Janice regarded me differently already and I didn’t want her regard to change to actual judgement. A silence fell on our huddled little group, as I finished my tale. Jack looked on somberly, serious for once. Janice, with a slight smirk, spoke first.“That’s a hell of a story, Matt.” Janice leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. “You two sound perfect for each other.”“Pppttt,” I sprayed diet coke all over the place, “what?”“Sure, Laura’s a slut and you’re a real asshole…”“Asshole?” My blood flash boiled. I wanted to hit something.“Yeah, hear my words: Ass. Hole. Let me finish,” Janice pushed back, undaunted. “You’re still living together. It’s been, what? Two months? From my point of view you both like it, maybe codependently. And I doubt you told me everything. You’re being worse than you say or she’s being a bigger whore and you can’t stand it, I’d bet.”Ouch. That first bit hit home. Somehow calling Laura a whore stung as well. I guess my guilt showed. “Bingo,” Janice gave me a smug look. “Are you going to tell us the rest?”“No,” I got up to leave.Janice put a hand on my arm, “Oh, come on Matt. It’s not even that bad, I bet. You think it’s terrible. Maybe Laura does, too. Thing is… you two are pretty vanilla.”“Vanilla?”“Yeah, like not very interesting or kinky,” she condescended, then snorted, “It’s not like you pissed on her or something. I’m mean that’s not…”The air left me, I sat back down. “No!” She pulled my arm hard, leaning close to whisper. “You didn’t!” I said nothing, which was all the confirmation she needed. I waited for her slap. “That is so…” she began.“Well, I think that’s my cue,” said Jack. “Yup. See you all in the morning.”Janice didn’t stop him so I got to watch Jack hightailing almanbahis şikayet it with envy. I wanted to run, but Janice’s vice like grip held me still. “That’s so hot.” She wore a look of scandalized delight now.“Uh, what?”“You know,” She let go my arm, gripping her drink and raising it instead. “The rest of it’s pretty hot, too. Amateurish. But hot. You’re both so lucky.”“Um,” I had nothing to say to that. Janice had clearly lost her mind. “How are we lucky?”“Do you know how hard it is to find a Yin to your Yang, sexually speaking?” she asked. Looking off into the middle distance, she added, “took me forever, and I knew exactly the Yin to Yang for. You two just fell into it like a pair of lotto winners.”“What are you even talking about, Janice? I didn’t fall into anything.”“O please. You like control and power. It’s a perversion of the concept, but let’s call it Yang. Bare with me. You like treating her badly, whether you admit it or not and you like controlling her. Laura doesn’t mind being controlled, obviously or she wouldn’t put up with your shit. From what you’ve said, she is definitely Yin to your Yang, just like my wife.”“Wife?”I looked at Janice with fresh eyes. I knew nothing of her personal life. She wore the ring, so I assumed she was hitched. But a lesbian? Trying to process her words took all my intellect, I’m surprised I didn’t stop breathing.“Jack’s been holding out on me,” I said, finally. They’d been crew for years before I joined up. “Is the whole crew gay?”Janice snapped out of her revere and chuckled at me. Obviously not, I decided.“Oh, close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”I snapped my mouth shut, feeling foolish.“I’m confused…”“Perceptive. That’s a good sign, Matt. You are confused,” she offered. “I can help that. But I think I need to show you, not tell you.”“Show me?”“Yeah, tomorrow night. Do you have leather clothes?” she asked. Before I could answer, she added, “Here, let me give you directions… and instruction.”This is how I ended up in SOMA the following night wearing black biker leathers. I’d ridden the Panigale in just so I wouldn’t feel stupid getting out of a car in full urban warrior gear. As I locked up the bike, a couple came around the corner from a side street and waved. I barely recognized Janice with so much makeup on and of course I didn’t know her friend at all. Janice carried a black duffel bag and wore a long, high collared leather trenchcoat with high heeled patent leather boots. Only her mischievous face and long blonde hair were visible. Her companion, a striking looking short asian woman, wore a deep red velvet cloak with a cowl. I could only see her smiling face..“Hello, Trinity,” I greeted Janice. “Neo. You made it,” she said, laughing.“Um, yeah,” I stammered. Janice didn’t introduce me to her beautiful friend. Neither girl seemed to think it odd.Janice lead us further around the corner to the back of the building. RIding up, I had noticed a line in front full of a confusing array of people. Many wore leather or velvet, or both. But some stood in the cold night wearing almanbahis canlı casino comfortable looking outdoorsman type gear. The backside had no lines and seemed completely derelict, but Janice lead us to two heavy metal doors with a camera mounted at eye level. She looking into the camera and I heard a buzz two seconds later.“This is The Church.” She said, as she entered. “It’s a special club.”“I’m not much for dancing,” I said.“Not that kind of club, sweetheart,” Janice laughed, a bubbly sound I was used to hearing her drop on first class fliers.Janice lead me into a sort of locker room with benches but no showers. I could hear thumping EDM in the distance. She instructed me to stow my jacket and shirt in a locker, which seemed strange to me until she did the same with her jacket, revealing her full outfit.And by reveal, I mean she wore a skintight leather and rubber catsuit covering every square inch of her body except for her breasts which were displayed prominently and quite nakedly. Barbells pierced her nipples, I noticed.“Uh,” I articulated. I flew in the Navy, so it’s not like I’m sheltered. But seeing my attractive coworker’s chest did give me pause.“That kind of club,” she said.“Nice, tits,” I offered, trying to be cool.“Thanks, I paid enough for them,” she said. It explained the way they seemed to defy both gravity and proportionality. “Want to feel them?”Jesus, I thought. Yes?When I did nothing, said nothing, she took my hands gently in hers and placed them on her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm, her breasts firm.Fuck it, I thought. I squeezed them, jumping down the rabbit hole, allowing Janice’s surreal world to engulf me, for the night at least. “Firm,” I said, not really knowing what she wanted me to do now, or what her friend thought of all this.“Yeah,” she smiled at me and winked, flirting as she commonly did. This, I understood. So I pulled my hands away, sure now that I wouldn’t offend her. Her eyes turned hard as they moved to her friend, “off with it, slut.”Exactly the kind of words I used with Laura more and more these days. Her friend jumped to it as if she feared Janice. Removing her long robe, she revealed even more of herself than her mistress showed off. Like Janice, her friend wore leather, but much much less. Straps of it criss-crossed her body, forming a kind of harness which hid nothing my curious eye. I could see her tight brown nipples were also pierced, but with rings through them. Her pussy looked as smooth as a bowling ball.“The Church is a BDSM club,” said Janice, winking at me again. She nodded to her friend, “this is my slave.”I nodded stupidly, still trying to process all of this. “Not your wife?”“Not tonight,” she winked, then turned to her naked spouse. She pulled a leash from her bag, attached it to her wife’s collar and handed the end to me. “Slave, lead Master Matthew around. Be at our station on time and try not to fall on any cocks along the way.”Her wife bowed rigidly. “This way, Master Matthew,” she said softly,  walking away from me. I stood stupefied until her leash almanbahis casino pulled tight, forcing me to yank her back or follow. I let her pull me along, dog-like. She had a tramp stamp above her very fine ass, I noticed. Two battle axes lying horizontally with hafts cross and art deco designs on the heads. A weird choice. I followed her shapely ass down a dizzying set of ruby lit black walled hallways with no ceiling, a sort of dimly lit cubicle farm or rat maze, temporary and movable looking. As we progressed the distant music grew loud enough I could feel the thump in my chest. A female singer was saying something like “Darling come here, fuck me up the rear.” We walked into an open room, about twenty by twenty, where forty or so people were watching a love enactment of those lyrics. A big tattooed nordic looking guy was fucking a tiny redheaded girl in the ass on what looked like a butcher block table. Both were completely naked. The girl was bound, arms underneath her behind her back and ankles strapped to her thighs, knees in the air and toes pointed to the ground.“I guess the show started already,” said my nameless guide.Around the room, men and women watched as the couple in the middle fucked to the pounding rhythm. Like Janice and her slave, these people wore leather, lace, velvet, and bare skin. Weirdly, some men wore only white towels around their wastes.My attention focused back on the arresting sight of the man sliding his cock in and out of the redhead’s ass..“He could be an extra on ‘Vikings’. It’s like a re-enactment of a viking raid on a Scottish village,” I said. “Close,” my host tittered. “I’m not sure who the slut is but Magnus is a viking for sure.”She seemed mesmerized by the spectacle. I couldn’t blame her. The blonde demi-god slammed his bound victim mercilessly. She in turn thrush back at him as best she could all tied up as she was.The blond giant pulled out of her ass and moved around to her face. Either he was tall enough or the butcher block table was low enough to allow him to place his balls over her mouth. Eagerly, the redhead tilted her head back to kiss each of them, then pulled them one at a time into her sucking mouth, obviously savoring the experience. I could see her tongue move erotically to bring them into her mouth.We were positioned to the right side of the couple, for a good view. After letting the slut suck and lap his balls for a few measures of the song, the nord pulled back, sliding his cock down the length of her face. The girl stuck out her tongue tasting and wetting the shaft as it slid past. Once the head was in range she worked her lips and tongue with surprising articulation, hungry to get his shaft into her wet mouth. I felt my cock grow hard against my leather pants watching her enthusiastic mouth slowly engulf his hard cock. The girl lovingly suckled and folded the head and the man carefully slid his rather huge cock deeper into her mouth. She arched her back and tilted her head more, allowing more in. I could see her tongue sticking out just a bit to protect him from her sharp cuspids. Soon he had half the length in. There were groans and gasps from the crowd. My host, Janice’s sexy slave, moaned and leaned against me.The redhead’s throat bulged as she accepted more and more of the Nord’s horse sized cock into her throat.

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