Page 20 of A Condo with Two Views

“Jack, we need to talk about something,” he said with a serious look of concern.

In that moment, I realized that whatever concern Benito had was not about Benito, but about me. He went on to explain that in the restaurant business, one of the biggest problems was skimming. Oh fuck, has Ronnie been skimming from Benito? I didn’t say a word, but kept listening. Benito continued by telling me that it’s customary now for restaurant owners to install hidden security cameras in their establishments to keep a watchful eye on things. I still thought this was about Ronnie, until Benito said one more thing:

“We have a camera in the hallway ceiling near the back restroom, as that’s a common place for staff to transfer cash into hidden pockets,” he continued.

I held my hand up for him to stop talking. He did. My mind was in overload. Back restroom? Now I knew why I was here. Fuck, Benito saw Chloe back there! My heart sank.

“You saw Chloe going into the restroom with the guys?” I asked him outright.

“You know about it?” he asked, completely surprised.

“Of course I know about it. I arranged it,” I confessed, trying to act as composed as possible.

“What?!?” Benito was completely dumbfounded.

I explained the whole thing to Benito. I had to. How Chloe is my wife, but also my sub. How we do this willingly, happily, and how such a relationship can only exist if it’s built on a foundation of love, respect and most importantly, trust. He didn’t quite understand, but he was relieved. He was calmed that it wasn’t happening behind my back. To his credit, it was actually my best interest he was trying to protect. He truly was looking out for me.

Once he knew it was all good, he asked a few predictable questions. First, he wanted to know if I shared her with anyone else. I told him I did, but refused to give him any details. Then, as delicately as he could, he asked if I might consider lending her to him for a night. I told him that that would never happen. Period.

Somehow, while I could have easily been offended by such a suggestion, I let it go. After all, it wasn’t easy for Benito to arrange the meeting with me. He had done so for my benefit in case I was unaware of my wife’s activities. I had to give him credit for that. And in all fairness he did see footage of Chloe clearly doing something inappropriate with Ronnie and Simon, so I couldn’t be too offended. Benito ended the conversation by promising me he would destroy the footage and that no one else would ever see it. One thing about Benito, he was true to his word.

“I always did have a bit of a crush on your wife,” he confessed, in a good spirited way.

The other guys arrived, and the six of us played Texas Hold ‘Em until three o’clock in the morning. I drank more cognac than usual, probably to relieve some of the tension from the earlier part of the evening. It was a fun night with good conversation about cars, football, music, and girls, of course. We each told our craziest Vegas stories, which was comical. I was at break-even for most of the night.

As the party split up, Benito asked me to play one last hand, one-on-one. The other guys dispersed, leaving us alone. Sure why not, I figured. During the game, he reminded me that the condo unit right next to mine was now completed and ready to be sold. I told him that I’d seen the inside of it, and it looked good. It was a small one-bedroom unit, with a really great floor plan. Of course, I made no mention of borrowing his workers to install a quick two-way mirror at my own condo, but the memory made me smile. In fact, the excess cognac I drank was helping to put a smile on practically everything.

As the game unfolded, I was headed for a full house. This was good, as the pot was quite large.

“Should we up the ante?” asked a cocky Benito.

“What do you have in mind?” I said trying to match his cockiness.

“I’ll put up the condo on your floor,” he said.

Thinking it was a joke, I laughed it off. Was he expecting me to put up my condo?

“But my condo is much bigger. It’s worth far more,” I replied, still thinking this was all a joke.

“Not your condo. A night with Chloe. I will bet the one-bedroom condo next to yours, if you put up a night with your wife,” this time Benito said it in such a way that I knew he wasn’t kidding.

Meanwhile, I looked down at my hand. A full house. I knew I’d win. But could I do this to Benito? It would be like practically stealing the condo out from underneath him. Would I feel guilty winning the condo in a card game? All this was running through my mind, along with the other side of the argument. He was filthy rich. He made a killing on our complex alone. He wouldn’t even notice the financial loss of that one-bedroom condo. I could win it, right here, right now.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

Benito reached out his hand, signifying that if I shook his hand, I accepted the bet and was giving my word. He was serious. The handshake sealed the bet. If I win, I get the last condo on my floor, for free. If he wins, he gets an evening with my wife. I shook his hand.

“I’m sorry Benito,” I said, “full house.”

I put my cards down on the table, and with all my strength, I tried not to be smug.

“Four of a kind,” he said, with steel in his veins.

Momentarily, I stopped breathing. I was completely stunned. Four of a kind beats a full house.

I had fucking lost.

Chloe’s View:

One sign of a healthy relationship is when you can be content and fulfilled to have a quiet night on your own knowing your partner is out having fun. Jack was playing poker with some friends, and I was happy to hang out in the condo, read a little, and in fact, do some cleaning. Our cleaning lady was doing a decent enough job, but I wanted to really do a number on the kitchen cupboards, including lining them with paper, which had never been done, being a new home.

After my kitchen duties, I watched ‘The Good Wife’ on the DVR, and when it was over, I smiled to myself about whether I was a good wife. I remembered the time I sneaked a peek into Jack’s old ‘little black book’, which I had done behind his back. This was long before we were married. Hmmm…where is that little black book now? I felt mischievous as I rummaged though his top drawer in search of it. He used it during his BDSM club days, when he was a member there along with Ronnie from the bistro. Found it!

Just to be silly, I logged onto Facebook and began to search the various names of the girls in the book. Some of the surnames were common, so several names would pop up. Luckily, the list was geo-ranked, with anyone from San Francisco showing up at the top. Then I used age as a clue, knowing most of these girls would be between 25 and early 30s. In some cases, I had no luck. But in some cases, especially with the more unique names, I found the exact girl listed in Jack’s book. I started playing a silly game: hot or not? When I found one, I’d judge whether she was hot or not. Harmless fun, but a secret I’d keep from Jack. He doesn’t have to know everything. Eventually, I got tired of the silly game and put his little black book back where I found it.

It was getting late, and I needed a little relaxation before going to bed. I rummaged through my pajama drawer and found a nightie that I had originally bought for our honeymoon. The tags were still on it, and I smiled to myself as I removed them. Not much use for a night gown on a girl’s honeymoon. Deciding on a nice hot bath before I would climb into bed, I turned on the taps in our oval tub. Naked, I poured a healthy amount of gardenia scented bubble bath and sat peacefully watching the tub fill up. Getting in, the water was the perfect temperature, and spreading my legs apart, it felt really warm and soothing along the folds of my inner pussy. I couldn’t help but touch myself. Why not have a quickie? Even if Jack got home early, I’d be ready again by then.

I found a soft wash cloth and squeezed liquid soap onto my breasts, lathering them up. Yes, it felt so good. I spied my loofah on the side of the tub, and taking it, I ran it over my nipples. Yes, that felt good too. Soapy and hard nipples, I continued to rub. I let go of the loofah and ran my hands over my breasts. They were soft and s

o full. My period would be coming soon. I could tell as my breasts always became rounder and fuller just before. I moved my hands down lower, feeling my slender waist, moving down to my submersed pussy.

My mind wandered back to the severe whipping Jack had given me shortly after we got settled into the condo. Anytime I closed my eyes to relive it in my mind, my pussy pulsated. I wonder if Jack knew it would have such a lasting effect on me. I’m such a masochist. Just the memory of those whips coming down on my body, made me squirm with need. If I thought about the one that hit my nipples, I got an incredible rush. Oh fuck, Jack, I know one day you’ll do it again, and while I dread it, the anticipation makes me want to cum on the spot.

Gently, I found the inner fold and touched my slicked wet hole. Closing my eyes, I straightened my legs, squeezing them together as I pushed my pussy up out of the water. Hanging onto the side of the tub with my left hand, my right hand rubbed my clit in a beautiful sensual circling motion. All I felt was the warmth of the bath, my cleansed skin tingled, and the whole world faded away as intense pleasure captured my pulsating clit. I was so wet, my whole body tensed as I brought myself higher and higher, until I could take no more. My orgasm vibrated throughout my whole pelvis.

Fuck, that was intense. I lay there a few more minutes before collecting myself and getting out. While towelling myself dry, I wondered when Jack would be home. I enjoyed my time alone, but now found myself missing my husband.

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