From Simplicity to Complicated Ch. 05

Disclaimer: No characters are under 18 as it pertains to any sort of sexual activities.

Chapter 05

Dear Diary,

While what happened was...very exciting, pleasing and potentially scandalous, if people we knew ever found out. I am...very concerned and nervous, this has gotten completely out of hand, but I can't seem to stop it. Part of me is scared and desperate for things to go back to what I thought of as normal. But with these doors having been opened, that other part of me wants to throw open the doors even wider and run wild.

While I was resolutely refusing to look directly into the mirror, I decided not to call David back. I wasn't sure I could go through with what was about to happen, but I knew I didn't want to start it on the phone.

I decided to go to the back gate of our community. While under surveillance, it is always unmanned after 7 pm. I just had to slip my resident card into the reader to get in.

At the main gate, the guard would walk out to greet me. I wasn't sure how I looked, but I had a pretty good idea from slight glimpses I saw on different surfaces...Not to mention the images Ethan had sent me. And I didn't want any of them seeing how disheveled my hair and makeup were, or me in my mylar "dress".

I got through the gate with no issues, thankfully. Now the question was, is David at home or not? If not, I could slip into the house, perhaps shower and change. Then I could text him to let him know I was home...maybe after I made a drink. I needed some alcohol, now more than at any time in my life.

As I pulled into our driveway I hit the lights, but of course, the safety feature kept them on for several minutes after turning them off. David's car wasn't in the driveway, so either he's out or it is in the garage. The lights in the house didn't give me any indication either.

As I drove further down our driveway I hit the remote and the garage door started rising up. I sighed in relief, for now, his BMW was gone so I pulled into my spot and turned off the car. As I hit the button to close the garage I thought at least there wouldn't be a showdown that the neighbors could hear.

I felt so weak as I gathered what I had and got out of the car. I wasn't sure if it was from how I was feeling over what we had done or over what was going to happen when David got home.

I stopped and pulled the mylar blanket off and threw it in the trashcan in the garage before moving into the house. I put my purse on the dining table as I reached it. I stepped to the bar, wine is my go to drink but I knew I needed something stronger. I quickly made David's favorite, a Bacardi and coke using the heavy twelve ounce whiskey glass, I wasn't in the mood for something too sweet. I debated for several moments whether to use the regular or the 151. I dropped four ice cubes into the glass before I poured well over six ounces of Bacardi 151 and topped it off with coke.

I grabbed my phone with my other hand and moved into the bathroom, taking a small sip of the rum and coke. Fuck it was stronger than I thought. I started the shower and started filling the jacuzzi. I used the bidet to clean some of the mess from me while the water ran.

I looked like a horror in the mirror as I stepped up to the sink and finally took a good look at myself. My hair was tossed about from his hands grabbing, pulling and running through it, saliva and possible remnants of his semen and my arousal mixed in it. My lipstick was everywhere but on my lips. My mascara had held up better than I thought but I still looked like a diseased raccoon. My blush was smeared and splotchy as well. I used some makeup wipes to get the majority of it off my face. I got out my aloe vera oil and massaged it into my face, I left it so it could soak, and I would finish cleaning my face in the shower.

I took double the normal amount of my pills, because I was already feeling the pain from earlier. I got into the shower and washed down. Taking extra care in washing my sore pussy as much as I could and then I moved into the jacuzzi once I was finished cleaning my face.

"Fuck!" I cussed as I picked up my phone and stared at it. My phone still had the picture Ethan had sent me on the screen after I entered my password. I hadn't even been aware that he snapped a picture of me as he fucked me. I stared at the slut in the picture, Ethan's cock stuffed deep inside of her pussy. She looked so vulgar and indecent...so...hot...so excited, so happy..."Proud even." I heard myself say. "She felt free and powerful." I sighed at the grin on her face as she was being fucked.

With the warm water swirling about me as the jets pulsed, I closed the image before I took a big sip of the rum and coke. I swallowed hard as I typed. "Hey love." I paused..."I'm home." Nothing was going to make this feel any better and I might as well get it over with. I swallowed as I pressed send.

As I laid in the bath trying to relax, I could feel a headache coming on as well as I started feeling nauseous as I anticipated what was going to happen once David got home. I figured I could deal with the headache, as long as the pills took care of the pain in my abdomen.

I was wrong...about being able to deal with the headache.

"Where the FUCK were you?" I heard David roar after slamming the door as he came into the house, about twenty minutes after my text.

I could feel the vibration of the door slamming all the way back to where our bathroom is. Nearly two hundred feet of structure between the two points.

I'd drunk a little less than half the rum and coke at this point. But I didn't dare raise my voice at the moment so I continued to soak in the jacuzzi and waited for him to storm into the bathroom. I thought about downing the rest of the rum and coke, but I was sure it wouldn't help my nausea.

"Where the fuck are you?" I heard him scream as he entered the bedroom.

"David, please." I said softly. "I feel horrible."

"Oh, well I guess everything is fine and dandy then, you feel horrible." David threw at me as he walked into the bathroom.

"Please, can we not do this?" I begged as I looked into his eyes. "At least not right now?"

"Oh sure, when do you want to talk about you going out fucking some other guy?" David barked.

"David..." I tried to reason.

"Don't deny it!" David screamed. "I went to the restaurant looking for you and I heard from several of the guys what you did!"

"David..." I said plaintively as tears ran down my face.

"Really? Going to play the crying ruse after being caught cheating?" David spit out.

"I can't..." I begged...and then surrendered the game. "Red."

David's eyes opened wide immediately and he dropped down beside the jacuzzi as he reached in and grabbed me.

"Sweetheart." David said softly as he realized my tears were genuine. "What's wrong?" He asked as his lips kissed my shoulder while he nuzzled his face into my neck. "Was it just me pretending to be angry?"

I shook my head no as I started crying.

"Okay...Everything is over now, I just need you to help me understand." David said softly to me. "You have never, ever, said "red" in this manner before so I know something has to be really wrong."

"I need time...please." I sobbed before he nodded and then kissed me.

"Would you like me to climb in and hold you?" David asked quietly.

"Please..." I nodded.

"Would you like me to freshen your drink first?" David asked as he stripped off his clothes.

"No, I don't think I can drink anymore of it." I told him.

"Would you like some pineapple juice then?" He smiled.

I shrugged but then nodded. "Please?"

David grinned and leaned over and kissed me tenderly.

"Be right back." David said with a smile before grabbing his clothes and taking them with him.

David sat the glass of juice down and got into the shower and washed down. After finishing he climbed into the jacuzzi with me. He picked up the rum and coke and moved it over to his side.

He sat right next to me, sliding his left leg back behind me so I was between his legs. He pulled against my shoulders so my back was lying against his chest. His left arm went around my waist and gently pulled me against him. He caressed my cheek and neck with his right hand as I relaxed against him.

I held onto his left arm with both of my hands. Hugging his arm hard against me.

His right hand paused in caressing me, he reached over and grabbed the rum and coke and took a swig of it.

"Fuck!" He complained. "And you say I make them strong, what is this, three to one?"

I giggled weakly.

"Probably more than three and a half to one." I sighed. "Plus it is the 151. I couldn't even drink half before you got here."

David kissed my cheek.

"Well, I hope it gives you a nice buzz to help you. If you feel up to it yet, is there anything you want to say about tonight?" David asked.

"I hope my performance was okay." I said softly.

"Fuck no it wasn't okay." David laughed.

I turned my head to look at him, I'm sure he had to see that his words hurt me.

"I didn't mean it like you were bad at it, you were so much better than okay, you were amazing!" David said exuberantly as he grinned and kissed me.

"Thank you." I smiled and gave him a small nod. "It would have been a lot easier if you had told me before I left what you were going to do. I really thought you had a zoom meeting."

"Well I mean it, you were amazing. I thought maybe it would add a better dimension to it, if it was a surprise." David smiled.

Yes, the whole thing had been a ruse. But we'd never roleplayed something like that before. It took all I could, to muster the strength to play along with the charade to start.

"I was sitting in a secluded corner, sipping several drinks while watching you. You had me so turned on watching you reject all those guys as they came up to hit on you. When I saw you adjust your purse, I knew you were thinking about paying your bill and then leaving, so I downed my third drink and came over to you." David said.

"What made you use your middle name?" I asked as I nodded.

"I wanted you to realize that it was a game for us and I didn't want to be called by someone else's name, so I figured Ethan was a good choice." David said as he kissed my neck. "You know, I almost got the feeling you were going to actually attack me in that hallway. And not sexually either."

"I was going to if you actually tried to drag me into that restroom. Even if I had to scratch your eyes out." I told him firmly, summoning up strength from somewhere. "I don't care who cleans it, public restrooms are sexually off limits."

"Acknowledged." David chuckled. "So many times you really seemed to be seriously into what we did."

I nodded as I tried to keep gathering strength.

"I couldn't believe you made me suck your cock in front of those guys. Not to mention shoving your cock up inside of me, it all made me feel so slutty...riding you in front of all those guys. Almost all of it was turning me on." I said softly.

"Okay, but take your time...I don't want you stressing over it to tell me too soon." David kissed my neck as his right hand began massaging my shoulder.

"It started Friday actually and it is an accumulation of everything that's happened since you got home Friday." I sighed.

"Okay." David nodded. "Take your time and tell me when you are ready."

"Where are my clothes?" I asked him as I thought of it.

"I put them in the trunk." David snickered. "I thought it would be a turn on to watch you get out of the car naked. I figured you'd think of the trunk, I surely didn't think about the blanket from the emergency kit. That was smart thinking, if disappointing from someone who absolutely worships your naked body."

I couldn't help but smile at his earnest words.

"Thank you. Why would I think to look in the trunk? And when did you buy an extra phone? Why did you cut off my pubic hair?" I asked in quick succession.

David laughed.

"Well, that might just be the difference between my thinking and yours over the trunk. I picked up the phone on my lunch break today, just a pay as you go plan. I also bought a new locket about a week ago and I wanted something from you to put in it." David said as he moved the locket out from his chest for me to see.

It was one of those crystal glass vial types. I saw all the strands of my pubic hair inside of it.

"You are so silly." I said before I turned my head more and kissed him.

We grew quiet as I lay there in David's arms, relaxing for, probably another ten maybe fifteen minutes. The whole time David massaged my shoulders with his right hand and my abdomen with his left.

"Where were you when I got home?" I asked softly.

"At the main gate." I could hear the grin in his voice. "I decided to distract Henry when you got home. Not that it was hard, all I had to do was stand there and he did all the talking. I should probably speak with the security company over it. I don't like the idea that he was so blasé about protecting our community. But seeing you on the monitor while he rambled was so fucking hot."

I smiled as I reached back and stroked his cheek.

Slowly as I relaxed and the anxiety of our "confrontation" had passed, the nausea lifted and the headache receded and I started to feel better.

"You called me a slut so much since you came home Friday." I started talking out of the blue.

"I..." David started but stopped as I pushed my finger against his lips.

"I am not even sure how many times to be honest, as well as you embolden strangers as well as our cleaners to call me one. I even called myself one, so many times, probably thought it hundreds of times more." I said, and felt David nod. "You put me on public display at the restaurant, at the library and on display with the cleaning ladies and not to mention the park even if no one saw me. You fucked the crap out of me, and so wonderfully well, all three times. And then tonight, gawd, David...at least fifteen guys saw me, sucking your cock, moving up and down as I was riding your cock. Then the guy in that hallway, he had an unrestricted view of your cock plunging in and out of me."

"And despite how horrible I felt trying to get home and then getting in here...Tonight, it all was so amazing as well." I sighed. "But the problem is, I always thought I just had slutty tendencies with you. Not truly believing I was a slut."

"Look at who I was in this picture." I told David as I pulled my phone over and brought up the image he sent me. "Look at that slut...She looks so vulgar...so hot...so fucking sexy...she looks so pleased...all concerns were beyond her...all she cared about was that cock slamming into her slutty pussy. All that was missing were people watching and egging her on as she gave that cock all she had while getting all it had in return." I withheld my next thought of the missing line of men to fuck me for a moment as I thought.

I swallowed hard, wondering if this next part was going to break something between us. David to his credit stayed quiet, listening while continuing to touch and caress me now.

"When you told that guy about maybe letting all the guys in there have me, I feared that. But I also began thinking of it. I began to wonder if I could really handle the fifteen guys I counted as you led me out of the restaurant." I felt a tear run down my cheek as I explained. I just knew David was going to be so upset with me...but for real this time.

"The slut in me was fighting so hard to get out and in control of me. She really was pissed there were no windows in the restaurant where I could be seen. She was so turned on as you stripped me beside the car, where anyone could see me. And then you put me on top of the car, fuck that was so hot. I couldn't deny her as she demanded that I stroke my slut pussy as I sat there, legs spread wide, hoping to be seen. She was pissed at the window tinting of the car and the sunshield in the front window." I was surprised David was still touching and caressing me.

"Fuck...being naked and fucked by you in broad daylight more or less, sitting on the car...Fuck it made me so hot, made me really feel the slut in me to the core of my being." I whispered.

"I told myself, I could be as slutty as needed with you to keep you from giving me to those guys. But, every time you threatened to tie me up and let all those guys have me...while I kept telling myself I didn't want it, I feared it less, and I also began to fantasize over it more." I felt David's left hand move down and he began stroking my pussy lips and clit as I talked.

"My last orgasm was helped over the top because I was envisioning being fucked in that hallway...By strange man after strange man. Each one calling me all kinds of names, like a nasty slut. All the while you were standing there selling my pussy to them for a dollar a load to get back the sixty dollars you gave the waitress. The guys were even getting in line for seconds and thirds. I had so much cum running down my thighs, and there was a huge puddle laying on the floor under me. There were splashes of cum on the wall and various places on the floor, as they were fucking me so hard, the cum would just shake off and splatter all around me." I grew surprised as I felt his cock hardening against me. Was this really turning him on?

"Even the thought of being knocked up, turned me on so badly. I hadn't considered getting pregnant since we first discussed it, before our first date." I explained and then grew quiet. After I had been silent for several minutes, David kissed my neck tenderly. Two of his fingers slipped inside of me and gently began moving in and out, causing me to moan.

"First, don't worry about fantasizing like that. That's what fantasies are for. I'm sure part of the reason you did it was because you were worried I would try and deny you your orgasm again too." David said gently as I nodded. "That said, that would be a hard "red" for me. I would never be okay giving you to my clients or strange men in general. And I would be beyond pissed if you did it on your own. But the thought of you getting knocked up was a huge turn on for me as well. More than I realized it could be...it was the first time I wished I hadn't had a vasectomy."

My breathing increased because of what he said and his fingers began moving faster in and out of my pussy causing my breathing to increase even more.

"Fuck..." I moaned, stretching the word out to about five syllables. My right hand slipped back and I began stroking that cock I loved so much.

"Out of the intense moment, I would never want to do that, to have any other man." I told David trying to be truthful. "I only want you, but it was so hard, fighting the slut in me. The slut you brought out in me by everything we did this past weekend. If I hadn't wanted that last orgasm so much, I was so tempted to start kicking you. To fight you in some way...I was beginning to want to call your bluff, if it had been one, to see if you would bring them out there for me to fuck. Anything to force you to live up to your words. I really wanted to see if I could truly endure having sixty cocks cumming inside of me."

"I know up to that point I didn't want that, I even begged you not to, if you remember...But everything, starting with all the times I had been called a slut the past few days. Having my body put on display for others to see. With you letting those three women go down on me, finger me, kiss me, enjoying what should have been yours only. They might not have been men, but still, I felt so slutty through all of it. And then tonight how you were treating me like a real slut in front of more than fifteen men. Happily calling me a slut, loudly, where a lot of people could hear you. All of it coalesced together and made me want it so much. I wouldn't have really resisted or objected to it, if you had wanted that. I would have welcomed it as the slutty whore I am. I still can't believe you started fucking me in the middle of that restaurant, in front of all those guys who had hit on me."