American Dream: Part 10 (Patreon)

Alfred: Friday, 8:52 am

What…a…night!

A night of discovery, shared adventure, lust, and, of course, love.  We had uncovered a hidden facet of our relationship that we didn’t even know was there.  Even after all these years I had learned a lot about my wife last night, and even more about myself.  Like an overworked muscle my balls still ached from cumming so hard the night before.  The sex had been incredible, if brief, but it was what happened afterward that really made last night so special.  The way Sarah held me, the way she touched me, the way she whispered so softly and sweetly, and the way I fell asleep in her arms had me all warm and tingly inside.  We had barely spoken more than a few sentences over breakfast this morning but the meaning in those smitten smiles and love-struck glances that we shared could have filled the libraries of the world.  After twenty years of being madly in love with each other and we were still finding new depths to explore.  Not that I needed it but I was reminded yet again what a truly blessed man I was to have a woman like Sarah in my life.

“Goooood mornin King.”  Comes Cody’s chipper voice from his office, breaking me out of my smitten daydreaming about Sarah.

“Good morning Cody.”

I sit forward and straighten the set up chessboard that sat in the middle of my desk then do the same with the chess clock which sat to the side.  During Sarah and I’s sexually tense dinner we kept up a bit of everyday small talk, even though our minds were very much elsewhere, and a couple of things had been raised that concerned me in retrospect.  Specifically around her and Cody’s chance encounter at Faith’s the day before.  I knew that Sarah wasn’t telling me everything about the encounter but with Faith that wasn’t unusual.  With what she had told me however, along with a couple of other things I’d picked up from the way Crystal and Faith spoke about him, I felt a little talk might be due between the young man and I.

“Can I have a few minutes Cody?”

“You can have as many as you want boss man.”  He says.  There is a rustle and a moment later he comes stumbling through my door with a bag from the downstairs bakery in his hand.   “I brought…”  He stops as he sees the game board.  “What’s this?”

“I heard you play.”

“Uh, I used to.”

“Good.”  I say.  “We’ve got work to do so let’s make this quick.  Five minutes starting now.”

“Five minutes?  I never played much blitz…”

Click.

As he was saying that I had already moved a pawn and hit the clock.  He stands a moment, understandably surprised, then springs to take his seat across from me.  He sets down the bag and moves one of his pawns.

Click.

“You don’t play anymore?”  I ask.

Click.

“Not much.  I kinda fell out of love with it.”

Click.

“It happens.”  I say.  “Sarah told me about Kenji.  At least you made a good friend out of it.”

Click.

He smiles.  “Yeah.  But don’t tell Crystal.”

Click.

I pause to consider the board, which was already starting to look pretty grim for my little white army.  “It’s none of my business but you really ought to tell her about Kenji.  In my experience you don’t have to tell your partner everything but keeping actual secrets just isn’t healthy in the longterm.”

Click.

“I guess.”  He says.  “The funny thing is…I don’t even know why I don’t want to tell her about him.  I mean, I know that she’ll want to meet him and she’ll probably make it weird but…I don’t know.  I just prefer them apart.”

Click.

“Your secrets are yours to keep.  But if you feel that you must keep them from the woman you’ve chosen to spend your life with, well, you might want to really think about that.  I couldn’t imagine holding something like that from Sarah.”

Click.

“Crystal’s not Sarah.”

Click.

“Fair enough.”  I say.  “Just…give it some thought.  Okay?”

Click.

“Um.  I will.  Thank you Sir.”

Click.

“You don’t have to call me sir.  I’m talking as a friend, not your boss or landlord.”

Click.

“Okay.”

Click.

“Mmm.”  My brows furrow as my bishop joins the collection of pawns he’d already taken.  “Sarah also told me that Faith wasn’t very nice to you either.”

Click.

“You and Sarah really do talk about everything, huh?”

Click.

“No, not everything.  But I trust her judgment in what she doesn’t share.  And she trusts mine.”  I say.  “I heard Faith hit you.  I heard that she called you a dummy.  Sarah didn’t like that.  Neither do I if I’m honest.”

Click.

“Ah.  She was just foolin around.”

Click.

“I’ve heard Crystal say similar things.”  I say, trying my best to ponder my next move both on the board and in our conversation.  “You’re a sweet guy Cody.  You’re a people pleaser.  It’s why people gravitate to you.  But it leaves you open to being taken for granted.  It’s okay to stand up for yourself sometimes.  You deserve respect Cody, just like anybody else.”

Click.

Cody ponders a moment before saying.  “I’m okay King.  It’s cool.”

Click.

“Okay.”  I say.  “Just as long as you know you don’t have to put up with that.  Not even from your boss’s daughter.”

Click.

“Uh, sure.”

Click.  This time as he presses his clock button I reach out and take his hand.  I look straight into his eyes to bring the point home.

“Listen.  I know I’m not your Dad or anything but I just wanted to say…it’s okay to expect respect.  It’s okay to be honest.  With Crystal, with Kenji, with me, and most of all with yourself.  It’s okay to stand up for yourself.  It’s not always easy but you’ll be stronger for it.”  I smile and pat his hand.  “You’re a good lad Cody.  You’re a hard worker with a good heart.  And you’re not nearly as simple as some people think you are.  It’s okay to be yourself lad.  You might lose a friend or two but the ones that stick around will treasure you all the more.  Things might change but likely for the better.  And I guarantee that you’ll be happier in the long run.”

Cody looks at me with strangest expression, one impossible to read.  I couldn’t tell if he wanted to hug me or take a pop at me.

“I overstepped.”  I apologize and pull my hand away.  “Sorry.”

“No.”  His hand darts to grab mine again and he holds it firmly.  For moment he says nothing, he just very subtly rubs my hand in his as his rich azure gaze bores into mine.  He goes to say something then stops.  His eyes fall from my eyes to look at our hands.

“Cody?”

Gradually his grip eases and he lets go.  “No.  Um.  Thank you Alfred.  I’ll…I’ll think about what you said.”

“Ha!  You called me Alfred.”

He laughs.  “You got me boss man.”

I smirk as I look down to the board.  “Not looking too good for me, huh?”

“Yeah.”  He grins.  “I’ll claim your queen next move.”

I topple my own king, ceding the victory to my opponent.  “That’ll be the day.”

***

Sarah: 10:49 am

What…a…night!

I had been so nervous as I set up that whole scene for Alfred.  I worried that he would think me silly or deviant or just plain ridiculous.  But he LOVED it!  And so did I.  Even now as I think back that wild, desperate look in his eyes…ohhhhh.  It turned my legs to rubber.  The way his eyes widened with desire at seeing my shaved sex.  The shock that followed as he caught sight of Rocco.  That had been the moment that most scared me but Alfred had not only taken it in stride, he embraced it whole-heartedly.  Oh how he loved to watch that dildo glide in and out of me and oh how I loved to be watched by my King.  I can’t help but remember Crystal’s theory that men ‘liked to watch more than the act itself’.  I didn’t believe her at the time but after last night…I didn’t know what to believe.  All I knew is that every time the image flashed through my mind of my husband sitting there ejaculating in his pants without even a hint of stimulation and every time that my flesh remembered his wild cunnilingus and the furious ten seconds he spent on top of me my little pussy twinkled with glee.

And just the raw sensual experience of last night had been quite a revelation as well.  My dildo Rocco felt really…really…REALLY good.  It tore me up to admit it but on a purely physical level…Rocco felt better than Alfred.  A lot better.  With mind, body, and soul in union my husband had Rocco beat every day and in every way.  I adored making love to my loving man and I would never trade it for anything.  But if body and body alone were the measuring stick for pleasure…it was Rocco all the way.  That little extra stretch, that little extra depth, that little extra size, and the way he could stay hard until the job was done all combined for a very satisfied coochie.  A lady’s orgasm might be more mental than physical but by golly it sure didn’t hurt when the physical hit just right.

These thoughts and memories lead to others.  Those other dildos down at that store…goodness!  Some of the options were the size of my forearm!  Did real men even get that big!?  Rocco might be the big guy in this house but down there he really was the runt of the litter.  How did those other ladies handle such big ones?  Wouldn’t they hurt?  How could they even fit!?  I knew it was possible of course, even for me.  I mean, I did have a baby pass through there at one point.  But even still…gosh!  How something so big possibly they feel good was beyond me?  They must though.  At least for some women.  Faith and Crystal included among that group.  The way they spoke about Cody’s manhood was fawning.  Compared to those fake penises down at the shop his already had the advantage of being real flesh and blood but I couldn’t help but wonder at just where Cody’s would rank.  All I knew was that he was bigger flaccid than Alfred, or even Rocco, at full attention.  If Rocco felt that much better at just being a bit bigger than I was used to…how would handsome young Cody’s even bigger one feel?

I shake my head and fan my warm face with the book I had been trying and failing to read.  “Oh my goodness.  You’re nearly old enough to be his mother!”  I give up and close the book.  With a little slap to my cheeks I whisper.  “Focus Sarah.”

I look to the front door.  There were groceries to get.  I look to the sink.  There were dishes to do.  I look to the laundry room.  There were clothes to clean.  But in the end my eyes are drawn to the stairs from where the bedroom beckoned.

***

Alfred: 11:32 am

Work is rolling along at a nice pace.  With the weekend just hours away the whole office is cheerful and upbeat.  My bubbly secretary most of all.  The little pep talk I gave him earlier seemed to lift his already naturally good mood even higher and had him working as hard as I’d ever seen him.  If he had nothing to do, even for a moment, he was in my office asking for something else to do.  It was actually kind of cute how hard he was trying to impress me.

I had just gotten back to my office from a meeting upstairs when I check my phone and see that I’d missed some texts.  Opening it I find that they were from Sarah.  There was nothing written, it was simply a column of three big purple hearts.  I note the change from her usual red hearts but needless to say it brightens my already bright mood.

Settled in my chair I shoot a heart back then follow it up.  “Hey you.  Having a good morning?”

After a minute she replies.  “Oh yes.  Very good.  Had a friend come by for surprise a visit.”

“Oh nice.  Who was it?”

A smiling devil is the reply.  As I tilt my head the answer swiftly follows.  “Rocco.”  I damn near drop my phone.

“Oh?”  I tap with trembling thumbs.  “And how is Rocco today?”

“Just wonderful!”  A blushing happy face follows the words.

My dick instantly begins to swell.  “What did you two get up to?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.”  She replies.  “We got up to it three times actually.”  Three times?  Three hearts!  Swiping up I tap each heart to see that they’d been sent roughly ten minutes apart.  Did these represent…orgasms?  My suspicion is confirmed with the very next text.  “You know Rocco.  He just loves his happy endings.”

Oh man!  While I had been up in that boring meeting my wife had been home and getting banged by Rocco!  On our bed no less!  In record time my dick is hard as steel.  I could hear her cries of orgasmic bliss.  I could smell her sex on the air.  And I could see perfectly that hard, veiny shaft penetrate my wife’s pussy just like it had the night before.  In my mind’s eye however Rocco is not a disembodied chunk of silicone but a swarthy Mediterranean Lothario having his way with my most beloved.  Oh my God!  WHY WAS THIS SO FUCKING HOT!?

I wipe my clammy hand against my shirt and type back.  “Is he still there?”

“No, he’s gone…oh wait.  Oh my goodness.  He’s back!  Ohhh Alfred!  He’s got that look again!”

“What look?  What’s he doing!?”

“Gotta go baby.  Have a good day at work.  Love youuuuu!”

“WHAT’S HE DOING!!!???”  No reply.  “Babe?”  “Sarah?”  “Hello?”  Nothing.  She was too busy to answer.

Frozen in place with my dick so hard it ached I sit glued to my phone awaiting an answer as the most wildly erotic images of Sarah and Rocco swirl around in my head.  No reply was coming.  What a tease!!!  Didn’t Sarah realize what this was doing to me?  With huff and a grin and a shake of my head I realize that she did.  She knew exactly what she was doing to me, which is why she was doing it.  For a sweet, innocent gal like Sarah she had one hell of a naughty streak.  I had just given up on getting a reply and put my phone to the side when at last a text comes in.  No words.  Just another purple heart.

Welp.  So much for getting anymore work done today!

Part 11