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If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And as for the ending, you'll just have to read on. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJMcMick@yahoo.com.
Chapter 11
Anne's imminent return was looming over my week. Due to the holiday on Monday Carlos and I had been able to spend an extra day together at the house but I still felt cheated on Tuesday when I realized we were only going to have four evenings together during the week.
I was even less pleased when Carlos told me he'd made peace with Jose and that he'd be joining our fun on Thursday evening. Thinking about that gave me an idea for a few extra moments alone with Carlos. Anne was due to fly back early Sunday afternoon. I was picking her up at Newark Airport at two. I had planned on spending the weekend making sure the house was in order. We had a service that came in once a week to clean but I wanted to make sure all evidence of Carlos' visits was gone. Instead, I decided that maybe Carlos and I could get in a shortened weekend together. When we got to Rick's I told him my plan.
"If we don't do anything in the city we can go right home after work tomorrow. Maybe go to Paradise tomorrow night, the beach Saturday and Asbury again Saturday night. Then Sunday when I go pick Anne up I can drop you off at the train. There's a station at the airport."
"That sounds good to me, Ry. I hadn't thought of anything special to do tomorrow and the weather is supposed to be great Saturday. I wouldn't mind one last weekend in wealthy suburbia."
"Just one thing. We have to spend some time straightening up the house so she doesn't suspect anyone else has been staying there."
"No problem. It's not like we make much of a mess anyway, and we usually have plenty of free time. It'll be nice having one last weekend with you, even if it is shortened a bit."
I didn't like to hear him refer to it as one last weekend but I was glad he liked the idea. It was the first time I had tried to make plans for us and I thought he might say no just to prove he was still the one in charge. I was in such a good mood I didn't even mind going back to the apartment to meet Jose. Things were a little tense with him but he wasn't as abusive as usual. Actually, I usually enjoyed taking his beer can up my butt. It was his attitude that always made it an unpleasant experience but this time he toned down that attitude. He and Carlos were in a playful mood and took turns fucking me. Neither was in a hurry to come so they must have switched off half a dozen times. A good time for them turned out to be a good time for me, which was not always the case.
Friday night Carlos took the train home with me. We went to the restaurant we liked in Asbury Park for a late dinner and then went on to Paradise for some dancing. We made it an early night since we'd both worked all day and hadn't had time for the nap we usually took on Fridays. Saturday morning we took an hour and went through the house, making sure the only traces of Carlos were his bag in the bedroom. Then we went to Sandy Hook where we spent a few relaxing hours on the beach. When we got home the light was blinking on the answering machine. I hit the button.
"Hi love, there's been a change in plans. Chaz has been down again for the holiday week and he was driving back today so I decided to ride up with him. We just got off the Cape May ferry so we should be at the house around four. See you then."
I looked at the clock. Four-fifteen. Fuck!
"Oh shit, they're gonna be here any second. What are we gonna do?" I was in a panic, looking every which way as if I expected Anne to pop out from behind a door at any second.
"Calm down, Ry. Obviously there isn't time to get me out of here so we're gonna have to make something up. I'm a friend from work down for the weekend. Easier to go with something close to the truth. Now c'mon, we've got some work to do."
He ran down the hall toward the bedrooms, stopping in the hall bathroom. He came out with a clean towel. "Take this into your bathroom and switch it with the towel I used this morning." He handed me the towel and ran into the guest room, stripped back the bedspread and lay down, twisting and turning in the bed, messing up the sheets as much as possible. I finally snapped out of my daze and went to the master bedroom, switched the towels and grabbed Carlos' bag, somehow remembering to take the lube from the nightstand and put it in the bag. I put the used towel in the hall bathroom and then took the bag into the guest room where Carlos was making the bed again.
"Okay, one last thing." He pulled my shirt off over my head and very carefully removed my nipple rings, dropping them in the palm of my hand. I put them in my pocket and put my shirt back on.
"There's no time right now but you're gonna have to change the sheets on your bed before tonight. Other than that I think everything looks all right."
"What about us? We're a mess!"
"We just got back from the beach. We're allowed to look a mess."
"Shit, the beach. We didn't go to Sandy Hook. We went to, um^Å" I racked my brain trying to think of the name of one of the dozens of beaches nearby.
"Chill, Ry. We went to Sandy Hook, but the first beach you come to on the right, long before you get to the nude beach. Like I said, better to stick as close to the truth as possible."
Through the window I saw a Jaguar pull in the driveway. "Oh God, they're here."
Carlos took me in his arms and held me, rubbing his hands up and down my back for a few seconds before letting me go.
"Take a deep breath, babe. Everything is fine. Guys are allowed to have friends. I'm sure she wasn't expecting you to spend every minute you weren't at work sitting here alone watching TV."
"I know, but I just feel so guilty, like I've been caught red-handed."
"She won't know anything unless you let on. It's cool, man."
I opened the front door just as Anne was reaching for the knob. Chaz was right behind her carrying two of her bags.
"Well, I see you got my message, Ryan, although you certainly didn't dress for the occasion."
"Sorry, dear, we were at the beach. Just got back this minute, actually." I stepped aside to let them in.
"We?" She looked around, saw Carlos and her mouth dropped open.
"Anne, this is my friend Carlos Fernandez from the bank. Carlos, my wife Anne and our friend Chaz Gardner."
Anne made no move toward Carlos but Chaz stepped around her and shook his hand.
Carlos gave his best adorable puppy dog smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you, Anne. Ryan talks about you so much I feel like I already know you."
Anne was usually very gracious, even when she didn't mean it, but she made no effort at all. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Mr. Fernandez. Ryan has never even mentioned you to me." She glared at me. "Ryan, can you give me a hand with the bags? Chaz, you know where the bar is. Why don't you help yourself? It will be a while before we go out for dinner."
I took the bags from Chaz and followed Anne to our bedroom where she closed the door behind me.
"What is someone like that doing in our house?"
"What do you mean? I told you, he's a friend from work."
"Well, your other coworkers that I've met were certainly of a higher class than that." she wrinkled her nose as she referred to Carlos as 'that.' "He's not our kind at all darling. I want him out of here."
There was nothing I wanted more than to get Carlos and Anne as far apart as possible, but her attitude appalled me.
"He's my friend and I invited him for the weekend. I can't just throw him out."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll understand that we want to be alone together after being apart for so long."
"He was standing right there when you mentioned going out to dinner with Chaz. That's not exactly alone."
"Don't be ridiculous. He knows he wouldn't fit in." She waved her hand at me. "Now go get rid of him, and then hurry back. You have to clean yourself up before we go out to eat."
When I went down the hall Carlos was standing in the foyer with his bag. I heard a baseball game on the TV in the family room so I assumed Chaz was in there.
Carlos picked up his bag. "Time for me to go, I think."
"Did you hear us?" I asked, alarmed.
"Didn't have to. Her eyes said it all when she first looked at me. Let's get out of here."
We drove to the train station in silence. When I parked, Carlos hesitated with his hand on the door latch.
"Look, babe, don't get into trouble with her over me. Just let it go." He paused. "I know she's your wife and all and you two have a history and a life, maybe you even love her, and I just met her for a few seconds. But she's a bitch, Ryan. You deserve better than her." He got out of the car and carried his bag to the platform. I just sat there and watched him go.
I went back to the house, showered and changed and then went out to dinner with Anne and Chaz. They'd just spent nearly a week together in North Carolina and then over seven hours in the car so I would have thought they'd be talked out, but they just babbled incessantly all through the meal, mostly about people they'd grown up with and other members of the country club. I tried to feign interest but it all bored me and my mind kept drifting back to Carlos.
The first couple of weeks after Anne returned from her summer visits with family were always a period of adjustment, for both of us, I supposed. Her parents brought out the worst in her. She reverted back to being their spoiled, snobbish, social-climbing princess. That was always an underlying part of her personality but there was more to her than that, and her parents' influence would fade after a while. But it didn't seem to this time. Maybe it was because I had spent four fantastic weeks with someone so totally different.
By Monday when I got home from work Anne had booked all of our Friday and Saturday evenings and most Sunday afternoons through the end of September. She said she had to 're-establish' herself in our social circle. Catch up on all the gossip and brag about her month at the beach and country club was a more accurate description. Her theater group's first meeting to organize their fall production was Thursday evening, which worked out perfectly for me to resume my late Thursdays in the city.
I had apologized to Carlos for Anne's behavior resulting in his hasty exit from the house when he dropped off the mail on Monday morning. He brushed it off but I brought it up again Thursday afternoon when we got to Rick's.
"Look Ry, we were never supposed to meet in the first place and it really doesn't bother me that she doesn't like me. I don't like her either. Would you feel better about the situation if we'd gotten on fantastically?"
"No, not at all. I was horrified that you were meeting each other at all. But she was rude and offensive toward you and I feel bad about that."
"I appreciate it but all that's really important is that she doesn't suspect anything about what's going on between us. We're both having a good time and I'd hate to see that ruined. Plus it would be a nightmare for you and while I haven't fully forgiven you yet, I wouldn't want that to happen to you."
I was encouraged by the 'haven't fully' phrase. That meant that maybe he was on the way to forgiving me. I half turned to face him and look in his eyes.
"Yeah, we've got a pretty good thing going Carlos, at least I think so."
He stared right back at me. "Yeah, so do I. It's a lot different from what I expected, but it's really good." He cleared his throat and looked at his beer glass. "You know, Ryan, if you joined the twenty-first century and got a cell phone we could have avoided all the trouble. Wifey would have reached you earlier and I could have been on a train back to the city before she even arrived."
"I had one a few years back but Anne drove me crazy with it, calling me a half a dozen times a day whenever anything, no matter how insignificant, popped into her head. I felt like she had me on a leash." Carlos arched an eyebrow and I grinned. "Of course, that's before I found out how much fun being on a leash could be."
"I thought you hated it when I did that to you. You always complain."
"Well, it's a little humiliating being led around like a dog. But I've found that a little humiliation seems to turn me on." Carlos raised the eyebrow again. "A little, I said a little. Don't be getting any ideas now."
"Oh, I've always got ideas and you usually love them. And I'm not sure I buy that 'little' stuff. You don't seem to like anything little."
"It really depends on the situation, I guess. Leading me around on the leash at the Eagle is exciting because all those guys know I'm being controlled by you, a hot little stud. It's embarrassing letting them know I'm submissive to you, but I'm also kind of proud to be yours. Now if you were to lead me around the office like that it would definitely be humiliating but just as definitely not a turn-on."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that happening. I know where and when to play with you."
Carlos proved that statement when we got back to his apartment. Apparently he'd spent the few days we'd been apart planning a new kind of adventure for us. For me, anyhow. He gave me a beer and had me wait in the living room while he went into the bedroom to 'get ready,' although when he led me into the room I didn't notice anything different.
"What'd you expect?'" he asked, noticing me looking around. "A sling and mood lighting? Get undressed and into bed and I'll show you what we're gonna do tonight."
We both stripped and as I crawled onto the bed I saw he had fastened restraints of some kind at each of the four corners.
"Okay, lie down on your back and spread out your arms and legs and I'll strap you in."
"You know you don't have to tie me down, babe. I've been pretty amenable to whatever you've wanted to do to my body in the past."
"Yeah, but you don't know what I have in mind this time," he said with an evil grin as he fastened my wrists into the restraints.
"Nothing I can't handle, I'm sure. Go ahead, Carlos, do your worst."
"You may regret having said that," he responded as he tightened the straps on my ankles. I was spread-eagled, pretty well stretched out, not uncomfortable but not able to move very much either. And just a little nervous about what he had in mind. He sat his hot naked body on the side of the bed and ran his hands lightly over my chest, flicking the nipple rings that I now had to keep putting in and taking out. He then bent down to pick up his gym bag from the floor and began removing items from it. He held up a dildo that was only about three inches long but average thickness. It had long straps hanging from a flat base.
"Now open wide, Ry. Here's your pacifier."
I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. It pretty much filled my mouth, stopping just short of my throat. He wrapped the straps around my head and fastened them, locking the dildo in place. "Wouldn't want your screams to scare the neighbors, would we?" That evil grin again.
"Okay, one last thing before we start." He pulled a blindfold out of the bag and started to put it on over my head. For some reason I started to panic, pulling at the restraints and moving my head wildly. I knew Carlos would never hurt me and I could take anything he gave me, but I couldn't handle the idea of not being able to see what was coming.
Carlos left the blindfold on my forehead and leaned over and kissed both my eyelids, then ran his hands over my chest again.
"Take it easy, babe. I'm gonna take good care of you. Just trust me."
I nodded, unable to say anything with the gag in my mouth.
"Tell you what, just close your eyes for a while and try to relax."
I did as he suggested and he started covering my body with kisses, starting with my neck and working his way down. He put his mouth over each of my nipples in turn and flicked the rings with his tongue. He spent a minute 'rimming' my belly button and then licked down my stubble trail to my bristly pubes. My dick was rock hard and oozing precum but he ignored it and instead focused on my balls, sucking first one into his mouth and then the other. I so much wanted to lift my head and watch what he was doing but he wanted me to keep my eyes closed so I did. He kissed his way down my left leg, treated each one of my toes to a little blowjob and then came back up my right leg. I could feel him climb up over me and straddle my waist, a knee on either side. He sat on my cock, pressing it flat against my stomach. He wiggled his butt a little.
"Okay, now I'm gonna put on the blindfold but I'll take out the gag. Maybe it's just the combination that you can't handle."
He unfastened the dildo gag and took it out of my mouth. I gasped for breath even though I hadn't been having any trouble breathing through my nose before. It was all in my mind. I kept my eyes closed as he slid the blindfold into place. I felt the bed shift as he lifted himself off me.
"I'm gonna unfasten your feet for a few minutes so I can play with your hole. Don't try to run away."
He loosened the ankle restraints and bent my legs up, keeping them spread. His left hand encircled my ball sac as his right hand began to tickle my pucker. After a few minutes of that he lifted my legs, pressing them up toward my chest. He had one arm across the back of my thighs, keeping them up and I felt the tip of his tongue on my hole. He licked it at first, then applied a little pressure and forced the tip in. He had thoroughly relaxed me by that point so I opened up for him, letting his tongue go further into me. He tongue-fucked me for a minute but it was awkward because I couldn't use my arms to hold my legs out of the way. He finally backed off and lowered my legs to the mattress again. He applied some lube and continued to play with my hole with one hand. Then I felt something larger press against it. I could tell it wasn't his head; I'd experienced that often enough to know what it felt like. I realized that it had to be a dildo of some kind.
He pushed it in a bit and I felt my pucker stretch to take it. It felt harder than a cock and was large, maybe as thick as Carlos' dick. He slid it into me so slowly that it seemed to take forever. I shivered as it brushed my prostate. Finally it was all the way in. I expected him to start fucking me with it but he just left it in place and then I felt him re-fastening my ankles to the restraints.
Once again I felt a leg on either side of me only lower this time. He was straddling my hips, sitting on my upper thighs. He took my cock in his hand, pulled it upright and stroked it a few times. He put his dick up against mine and held them together in one hand, stroking the two of them. I knew I was hard and oozing precum and he probably was too. I felt some cool lube being added to the mix and his hand slid up and down our slick cocks. He dropped them after a minute and shifted his body forward a bit. His hand then gripped me again but from a different angle. As he slowly stroked me I felt my head grazing against something and realized it was his ass crack. His butt was right over my dick.
He must have lowered himself just a bit because then I felt a bit of weight on the head of my dick, pressing down on it, squeezing it a bit. The squeezing sensation engulfed the whole head and slowly started moving down the shaft. He was impaling himself on my hardon! After all this time I was inside that hot little ass again! He continued down until he was sitting on my hips, his ass cheeks resting on my balls. He clenched his ring a couple of times, squeezing my dick even more.
Then I felt a hand on my balls moving lower. He fumbled with the base of the dildo inside me and all of a sudden it began to vibrate. It was resting against my prostate and it was almost like there were electric jolts going through me. I was alternately moaning and gasping with pleasure.
"You like that, huh? I think I've got it set on medium. Don't want you cumming before I've had a chance to go for a ride."
With that he lifted up until only my head was in him and then sat firmly again. He sped up and got into a regular rhythm, riding me, using his muscles to milk my dick as the vibrator stimulated my prostate. After a couple of months of only being a bottom it felt so good to fuck again, even if I was tied down on my back and blindfolded. The combination of the vibrator inside me and his hot moist chute wrapped around me was devastating. I was sure I wouldn't be able to last more than a few minutes and I was right. Carlos must have realized it was going to be over soon because I could hear him fisting his meat. I think I beat him to the finish line and thrust my hips up him as much as I could as I shot into him. Less than a second later I felt his ass pulsing around my dick and then jets of hot jizz hit my face, neck and chest. He sat heavily on me and panted as we both tried to catch our breath.
"Oh my God, that was fantastic, Carlos. That wasn't at all the kind of thing I was expecting when we started."
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing. And to be honest it wasn't at all what I had in mind for tonight." He nodded toward the bag on the floor. "I've got all kinds of things to torture you with in there and wanted to try them all out. But then when you got all worked up, I just couldn't do it. Sometimes a little fear and suspense makes things work better for both of us, but you just weren't into it tonight and probably would have freaked out on me. So I decided we could have just as much fun being a little tender instead."
"You're not supposed to make it good for him, bro, you're supposed to be making him freak out." Jose's voice came from the direction of the doorway. "He's not your boyfriend, he's the asshole who fucked up your job. This is revenge, not some fuckin' romance!"
"Get the fuck out of here, Jose. This is none of your business." There was a long silence and I could just imagine the two of them glaring at each other. "Go on, and close the door behind you."
The door slammed. I felt Carlos' weight shift slightly and he lifted the blindfold off me. Even though it wasn't bright in the room I blinked my eyes several times as they adjusted. Carlos reached under my balls and flipped the switch on the vibrator, shutting it off. He then slowly lifted himself off my softening dick, As he bent forward he started lapping up his cum, using his tongue to clean up the mess he'd made on me. When he'd licked up most of it he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, pushing some of his love juice into my mouth. He stretched out on top of me and kissed me for a long time. He finally remembered I was fastened to the bed and still had the vibrator up my ass so he got up and freed me, removing a surprisingly large toy from my butt. He then cuddled up alongside me.
"Next time I'll try out those torture toys I bought. Maybe I'll have Jose join us so he can see that I haven't gone totally soft on you."
I reached down and grabbed his dick. "Still feels kinda firm to me. But I'd rather not be in the same room with Jose and implements of torture if you don't mind."
"Maybe I'll just take pictures for him," Carlos grinned.
A member of her garden club hosted the cocktail party Anne and I went to Sunday night, someone I didn't know well. I did know several of the other guests, among them Matt and Sara. Anne spent most of the evening working the crowd, dragging me along. Normally I would have preferred to stay off to one side and talk with Matt, but I was a little uncomfortable being around them while Anne was by my side. I needn't have worried, however. They acted exactly as they always had with us, with no sign of any change in my relationship with them. They were far better actors than I was. Toward the end of the night we were saying our goodbyes when we got to the Jorgensons. Matt and Sara both kissed Anne on the cheek, while Matt shook my hand and Sara kissed me.
"Please give our best to that charming boy Carlos when you see him, Ryan," Sara whispered but not softly enough as I saw fire in Anne's eyes. She didn't say anything until we were in the car.
"You introduced that colored boy to Matt and Sara?"
"I know you took a dislike to him but there's no need to call him that."
"Well, that's what he is, isn't he?" Anne's parents were quite racist though they usually used politically correct language, in public anyway. While I had grown up with some degree of prejudice myself and I'd never championed any liberal social causes, terms like that offended me and I'd made that clear to Anne way back in college so she usually watched what she said.
"You know I don't like it when you talk that way. It's vulgar and it's rude."
"And your little friend isn't?" She was quiet for a moment. "I assume he's one of your Thursday night drinking buddies, Ryan. I wish you'd use that time after work to associate with those who might help your career. Lisa Burke's brother Stephen, for example. I can't control who you socialize with in the city, but I do have a say in who you spend time with at home. I just can't believe you'd bring someone like that out here and introduce him to our friends. What will people think?"
"Stephen Garrison may be vice president of my division but he's a real bore, dear. And he doesn't go out drinking with the staff anyway. But be assured I wasn't trying to work Carlos into our social set. He and I ran into the Jorgensons on the beach and they invited us back to their place for dinner."
"And you took him?" She stared at me in disbelief. "They were just being polite. I'm sure they didn't actually want him at their house."
"They did. They both took quite a shine to him. You heard what Sara just said."
"When are you going to learn that no one means anything they say at these parties? Haven't I taught you anything about polite society?"
"Yeah, I'd say I've learned a thing or two from you." 'None of it very polite,' I thought.
"And what's that supposed to mean? I don't know what's gotten into you. You haven't been yourself at all since I got home. Maybe next year you should come down to North Carolina with me, weekends at least. Chaz manages to get away. I'm sure you could, too."
"You know none of us would enjoy that. Better to keep things the way they are."
We rode the rest of the way home in tense silence. I didn't know what was on Anne's mind, but I was thinking about that last sentence. With all I had gone through in the last few months, how long could things stay the way they were?
To be continued.