Page 21 of A Condo with Two Views

I went to bed around 1:00 am, avoiding the temptation to text Jack. There was no use interrupting him without reason, especially when he was playing poker. I didn’t want to be one of those clingy wives. Besides, what would I say? ‘Just fingered my hole, come home and fuck me?’

Very late into the evening Jack arrived home. I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand: 4:20 am. I wondered if, even at this late hour, he might want to make love. It sure wouldn’t have been the first time we’d done that. But no, not tonight, instead he quietly crawled into bed.

“How was it honey, was it good?” I whispered, with a groggy middle-of-the-night voice.

“Yeah,” he answered, without saying another word.

“Do you need a sleeping pill?” I asked jokingly. By sleeping pill I was referring to an orgasm, based on a little joke or ours.

“I’m good,” he said, turning away.

Hmm…something was wrong. Jack was not himself. Something was bothering him, but this was not the time to push it. Then, I realized what it was. He must have lost more money than he wanted to. Yes, I bet that was it. He normally set a maximum limit of $1000, but he probably lost two or three grand, and now he was pissed at himself. Yes, I’m sure that’s what it is.

Then I turned and fell asleep.

Chapter 13. Lexi Comes to Visit

Jack’s View:

I slept like shit all night long. What the fuck did I do? How did it happen? In the morning, Chloe was up and at it before me. I promised Benito I would uphold my end of the bet, but I asked for some time. He was flexible, so there was no reason for me to tell Chloe anything today. Besides, I needed more time to think it through.

I tried to act like everything was normal. Chloe suspected something was bugging me, but she respected my sour mood and didn’t press me about it. Meanwhile, I was trying to rationalize and justify things in my mind. I made Chloe give Mike a blowjob. I made her seduce Canace and Shanyn. I made her fuck those two sex-toy dudes. Fuck, I might even let the sadist in our building use his knout on her. So, what’s so different about this? I’ll tell her I want her to fuck Benito, no biggie. Right? ‘It’s the same thing’ I would try to convince myself.

But then I’d shake my head, and my attempt at alleviating my guilt would come crashing down. All of those other situations were done for our mutual enjoyment. This was done because I got greedy, and I got stupid. Of all people, Chloe doesn’t want to fuck Benito. She thinks he’s an arrogant jerk.

I went back and forth in my head all day, in turmoil. I debated phoning Benito and trying to renegotiate the wager. But with what? Any amount of money that I could afford would be peanuts to him. I couldn’t tell him Chloe didn’t do this sort of thing, not after he saw her on that security footage. Benito is Brazilian, and where he comes from, a man is only as good as his word. I gave my word, even shook his hand to solidify our bet. There was no way to renege now.

Chloe and I had lunch in the square at a little Thai place. I pulled at the spicy Thai noodles with my fork, lost in thought again.

“Did you hear my question?” Chloe asked, scolding me.

I apologized. She had started to tell me a story, but my mind drifted back to the Benito fiasco, and I missed her question altogether. I was definitely not myself. The rest of the day was more or less, the same.

That evening Chloe had a surprise for me. Sexi Lexi was coming to visit. The girls had completed all five of the planned dance lessons, and Chloe was ready to show me her new moves. She never once practiced in front of me, to keep the dance itself a surprise, which was sweet of her.

Chloe wanted to discuss something in advance. She called me ‘Master,’ so I knew she wanted to have the discussion as my submissive. She assured me that, during all her lessons with Lexi, the two girls never touched each other in any kind of sexual way.

“I want Lexi here, to watch me dance for you…but I have an ulterior motive. I’m thinking, well, things might get a little crazy – and it could be a treat for you,” Chloe said.

I smiled at my lovely submissive. “Get a little crazy?” I asked for clarification, but only to milk the moment.

“I’m just asking, do I have your permission? Is it okay if she joins us?”

She was seeking permission to entice Lexi to join us in a threesome. It warmed my heart because I knew Chloe was doing this entirely for me. But also, who was I kidding, I loved the thought of fucking Lexi.

“Do you think she’ll do it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Chloe confessed, “but she did accept my invitation to come and watch. I think it’s a possibility. I’d like to try, but only if I have your endorsement.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling.

I was still troubled, and tried my very best to push that stupid poker game out of my head. I could sense that Chloe was excited about doing her dance for me, and I wanted it to be a special night for both of us. She told me more about Lexi, which was quite interesting. The two had become genuine friends. It turned out that Lexi completed a four year university degree in child psychology. Most people don’t think of strippers as being all that scholarly. Lexi pursued a career in her field, but was discriminated against because of her tattoos and facial piercings. Then, when prospective employers learned that she was a dancer at the Peppermint Club, to pay off her student debt no less, they outright refused to hire her. They were worried that parents wouldn’t accept an edgy stripper covered with ink. It’s too bad really as, according to Chloe, Lexi would have been a very compassionate and insightful psychologist.

Chloe got her three-song selection ready, and soon, Lexi was knocking on our door. Maybe this would be just the distraction I needed. At first, I thought the timing was terrible, with me being so preoccupied, but maybe this would shake me out of it.

We greeted Lexi at the door, and the two of them were immediately chatting up a storm. It was clear that they had a genuine affection for each other. We made our way to the kitchen, with the girls grabbing a seat at the counter as I offered drinks. I decided on a beer for myself, and they sipped on a glass of Napa Cellars Chardonnay. Lexi had about two hours before she had to leave for the club, so there wasn’t much time to waste.

Chloe set up a wooden chair for me in the area just in front of the sofa, turned the lights off, except for a strategically positioned lamp, and then she and Lexi slipped into the bedroom to get dressed. They came out a few minutes later. Chloe was dressed as a sexy airline flight attendant. Another quick round of drinks, and the show was underway.

Lexi mimicked her bes

t announcer voice: “Introducing…Mile-High Chloe.”

Somehow, at least temporarily, I did forget about my troubles. Chloe strutted toward me as her first song kicked off: ‘I’m A Slave For U’ by Britney Spears. The song selection was a tongue in cheek, and it set the mood. This was going to be fun. Chloe was even better than I imagined her to be. Her moves were unbelievable! How did she learn that in such a short time? She did the booty bounce, that exotic strut, touching her toes seductively, the hula hoop move. This was only the first song, so she didn’t venture onto my lap just yet. By the second song her boobs were in my face and her upper body naked. She gyrated wonderfully. This was hot! She straddled my lap, and then, motioned Lexi to come over.

“Come dance with me,” asked Chloe as she glanced at Lexi.

“Is it okay?” Lexi asked, directing her question to me.

“More than okay,” I smiled.

Soon two beautiful women were dancing semi-nude before me. Lexi seductively removed her top, as my wife got down on her knees and pulled away at the stripper’s thong until it was fully removed. Lexi’s ink was even more alive and vibrant, thanks to our living room light. The colors on her body sprang to life. Damn, it looks as if her tattoos are dancing for me! The girls started to move together in synergy, mimicking each other’s moves and surrounding me with perfect skin. What man wouldn’t start getting hard after that?

During the classic nipple graze, both girls slid their hardening nipples along my cheeks, each attacking me from one side. Music-wise, we were now listening to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Chloe teased my mouth with her nipple, and I sucked it in, sliding my tongue around it, and then lightly biting down on it. When Chloe pulled away, she glimpsed at Lexi again, as if to say ‘your turn’. Lexi fed me her nipple, first the left one, then the right. Her tits were small but firm, with soft pinkish nipples in contrast to the studs that adorned them. My tongue fished around with the nipple studs. Meanwhile, Chloe used the opportunity to unbutton my jeans.

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