The Kennedys, 2.5: Be still my Cheating Heart.

How do you cheat on someone when your jobs are to have sex with other people?

Kiki’s my wife, she runs a porn production company, after she made a name, and a buttload of money, acting in porn. She still acts in some of her productions. I on the other hand, sometimes hang around the productions, and Kiki encourages the porn stars to be nice to me (like have sex with me). I do officially have a job as part of the production, just taking care of the women’s needs, including sex. It’s the sex I like. The job may have been a joke, which stuck, I do get paid to have sex with porn stars who want it. Plenty do seem to want it though, talk about a dream job.

But then there’s Kennedy, she was my lab partner when we were doing our doctorates; she was also a friend with benefits. We kept in touch after she graduated, I sort of lined her up as my mistress before I proposed to Kiki. A typical episode with Kennedy started in the evening after a shoot, Kiki was in her office doing CEO things, and I got a text.

“Outside now – Kennedy.”

As soon as I got the text, my heart rate soared, my breathing got ragged, and I got hard. Kennedy is very demanding, I like that. We’re compatible, she’s dominant, and I’m submissive. Kennedy is just about the opposite of Kiki, she’s demanding, sarcastic, abrasive, just loves humiliating me, and pushing me around. Kiki on the other hand is just agreeable, she likes to do whatever I want to do to her. She knows about my submissive tendencies, the job is part of her solution to keeping me happy, the porn stars are encouraged to demand, not ask. My life is just about perfect, but Kennedy fills in something which was missing, it’s difficult to describe exactly what.

I walked out the front of the office, and stopped at the kerb. Kennedy’s car pulled up, I got in, and she drove off. She didn’t say much, when we stopped at a light, she reached over and felt my hard on. “Very good.” Was the only thing she said, but she did smile.

We pulled into the usual seedy motel, and she ushered me into a room. “OK.” Was her only comment, she wanted me to strip off. That was when I got self-conscious again, I blushed, but I did start taking it all off. She just stood there, more or less impassive, but she did have a bit of a smile. I was naked, I stood in front of her, downcast, hard of course, still blushing furiously. She coughed, I’m supposed to look her in the eye, so I feel even more uncomfortable; I met her gaze.

She still had that smug half smile, I was her plaything to play with as she liked. I like it like that. She nodded, so I sank to my knees, she does like me in a submissive posture. So do I. Now she changed clothes, she was totally comfortable with that. She always wore dowdy clothes to go with her image as a serious academic; they hid a totally stunning body. I always enjoyed this bit, then she put on her dominatrix outfit, just a leather jacket which only partly covered her as it was left undone, and her whip, her totem of power. Overall, I liked our episodes and would really miss them, but I don’t totally enjoy everything we do. But then being forced into something unpleasant was a turn on. I never asked to be a submissive.

Kennedy came up to me, grabbed my head, and forced my face into her pussy. No force was needed, I’d have gone there happily of my own accord, if I knew that’s what she wanted. But that’s Kennedy, she wants to dominate and humiliate me. This doesn’t seem that humiliating, but I enjoyed the being forced aspect though, so I’m happy. Satisfied with her display of dominance and that the correct order of things was in place, she let me breathe again, then herded me with the whip backwards towards the bed.

She picked up a bag she had, and set it on the bed behind me, she sat next to it. She got some cuffs out of the bag, so we were going to do bondage toady. I really like bondage, being tied up that is, I bought the bondage gear on Amazon and gave it to Kennedy.