Extenuating Circumstances 0201

Author’s Note: This is the second chapter of the series, so it is recommended you read the first chapter (all three parts) to understand what is going on, although that is not necessarily a requirement. This story contains extramarital sex and cuckholdry, so if you do not enjoy such stories, you might as well move on to something else…

Extenuating Circumstances 02 – The Raise

Suzanne was restless.
For one thing, she was home alone on a Saturday, while David—her husband of several years—was at a physical therapist appointment.
So part of her restlessness was due to boredom, as they could only afford one car—and it being long overdue for a replacement. And looking in front of her on the table at the mounds of envelopes, random tri-folded pieces of papers, along with her laptop and a spreadsheet of finances, it would be a long time before they could afford any replacement to their car.

The numbers were not good, her thoughts moving from their inability to afford a new car to their lack of funds for a myriad of other things they could not afford, trying to think of all sorts of various attempts and schemes on how they could keep their heads above water financially.

So another part of her restlessness was agitation and worry over their finances, Suzanne unable to stop surveying the mounds of bills and the spreadsheet of their finances in despair.

David had broken his legs—his femur on one leg and the ankle of the opposite foot—the previous year in a skiing accident. Not only had his injury confined him to a wheelchair for several months, but during that time his place of work had gone under, leaving him not only without a job, but without medical insurance to pay for the rest of his bills. As such they had slowly sank deeper and deeper into debt, as Suzanne’s newly acquired job as a legal secretary could not cover all their finances.

Even though her husband was now ambulatory, it did little to allow him to find a job, as his ankle had not healed correctly and now nine months later, when he should be fully functional, he was still undergoing physical therapy to strengthen it, relying on a cane most of the time to get around.

As a consequence to not being employed, not being able to support his family, David had become massively depressed over his disability. Although his depression had lessened with some of his recovery mobility, he still had moments where he felt a ‘lesser man.’

Thinking about David’s leg, Suzanne grew irritated, knowing much of the prolonged convalescence was his own damn fault. Whenever he felt better, he pushed himself too much, walking around without his cane as if completely healed. Instead of taking things easy and relieving some of the pressure on his foot, he would exacerbate the injury, leading to even more pain the next day, to the point where he would be forced to stay off his feet and rest. Her frustration was so great, Suzanne almost wished they had not sold the wheelchair and he continued to use it; however, David had been insistent on selling it the moment the doctor gave him the ‘all clear’ to walk on his own two feet again.

David’s infirmity had led to more apathy and agitation between them, as his ongoing pain prevented him from looking for a new job to help with their finances. As a result, Suzanne—a woman barely out of college —was the sole breadwinner of the house and having only worked at her law firm for a year, she barely made enough for them to get by.

She thought how simple the solution would be if David would simply use the cane until his physical therapist told him he was better. For all they knew, he would have been healed by now, allowing him to have a job and lessen their financial burden. But men being the stubborn assholes they were at times…such was not the case.

So some of her restlessness was also due to her frustration at her husband’s stubbornness.

Like a dutiful wife, Suzanne kept her peace—although the tension between her and David had grown to the point where their sex-life was now suffering.

Once again, it was less her fault than her husband’s, as Suzanne was not lacking in her own interest and participation, always enjoying sex.

She had tried to improve things, even following David’s darkest fantasies, reluctantly relinquishing her morals and sinking into moments of depraved debauchery which she never would have imagined possible prior to her husband’s injuries.

In the past year Suzanne had been involved in not one, but two extramarital affairs—with a total of three men no less! Although she was ashamed of having committed the affairs, she did not feel guilty from lying to her husband. They were not what she would considered ‘illicit’ affairs—her husband had not only been aware of her actions, but had been the one urging her into them!

Of course Suzanne would not have blindly listened to her husband and forsaken her marriage vows—which she considered to be sacred—as well as her own sense of self-esteem. Each transgression had been precipitated by extenuating circumstances, where the only feasible resolution had been to succumb to the sordid trysts—mostly related to their financial situation.

Suzanne had essentially whored herself out to avoid them from going into further debt.

But as with everything in life, it was an accumulation of events and circumstances leading up to those actions, not simply a matter of them being broke, nor a matter of her husband having revealed dark fantasies involving her and other men. Everything built up until it came to a head, the breach causing her to ultimately give in to save their house, their car, and prevent them from having their utilities turned off.

David had, up until recently, hidden his dark desires on wanting to see Suzanne ‘show off’ her body to other men. It had not been until his injuries and debilitated state had caused him to feel less of a man, unable to support her that those feelings had come to the surface. In some twisted state of reverse psychology, David, feeling less of a man due to his injuries, had increased his desire at seeing other men lust after his wife, boosting his male ego. For her husband it was the ultimate power trip, the knowledge he controlled what Suzanne wore, whom she came into contact with, and even selecting whom she slept around with, excited him. It was the final outcome—her always returning to him—which was the penultimate addiction high for him. In some warped male world, David was showing his male counterparts Suzanne was his and his only by having her behave like a slut.

For who knows how many times in her life, Suzanne wondered at the absurdity of the male mind.

She thought back to early the previous year, when her husband had convinced her to become one of their neighbors’ gaming partners at all the neighborhood parties and games. At the time, she had been naïve to think it was merely a friendly gesture, but it had led to much more.

Ever since David had been confined to a wheelchair, he had resented Suzanne’s or anybody else’s assistance feeling as if he was an invalid. David had used the excuse of not needing a ‘babysitter’ to convince Suzanne into becoming gaming partners with their neighbor from across the street—a sixty-something widower.

Suzanne had reluctantly agreed to paring up with the older man in part out of pity—as the elderly man was usually left out of most couple-oriented games due to his wife having passed away several years ago, as well as a feeling of obligation towards the old man. As with everything, it was not simply one factor leading to her decision. She was not merely following her husband’s wishes. The most deciding factor had been due to Henry Fuller’s assistance preventing Suzanne and David being imposed a large Home Owner’s Association fine.

David’s disability and Suzanne working overtime to help pay bills had caused their yard to fall into disrepair, much to their HOA’s consternation. The organization had threatened to fine them an exorbitant amount of money, and Henry had graciously intervened by offering the services of his lawn care company for free, as a genuine friendly gesture to help out the young couple.

And so, as a thank you for his help, as well as offering to allow Suzanne and David to keep his share of any prize winnings they might win at the various summer parties, Suzanne had reluctantly agreed. For Suzanne, it had been the additional prize money that influenced her, as with David’s unemployment and her limited paycheck, any additional income would help with their bills.

Things would have been simple enough merely being Henry’s gaming partner for the summer; however, then he offered to buy Suzanne new clothes for the parties. He had used the pretense of knowing she could not afford any new clothes due to their finances, and wanted her to put the other women in the neighborhood in their place. Suzanne had initially refused, uncomfortable with the idea of another man buying her clothes when she was a married woman; however, after David heard of the neighbor’s offer he had gone behind her back and agreed.

The first party they had attended as a ‘threesome’ had been a pool party, the two men conspiring to select a revealing sexy string bikini for Suzanne to wear!

She had felt completely exposed wearing the suit, which had done little to hide her 35C-24-34 athletic, formerly cheerleader body.

And to her dismay, in a manner not unlike David’s inner fantasies coming to light, Suzanne had discovered previously unknown exhibitionistic tendencies—much like her sister Jennifer, a well-known stripper. To her shame, she found she enjoyed the attention the neighborhood men gave her, even getting turned on as she showed off her body to their appreciative glances.

The pool party had been a first for many things, and the pivotal moment of her steadily declining self-esteem. It had been the first time anybody but her husband had seen her body so exposed; it had been the first time she had become aroused by being publicly on display; the first time another man other than her husband had openly groped her; the first time she had masturbated in public; and the first time she had gone topless in public.

And as if the steady decline of her own morals and self-decency had not been enough, at the end of the night her very own husband had suggested Suzanne give Henry a ‘special thank you’ after the two of them had won the party’s outdoor games—their share of the pot totaling well over a thousand dollars! Suzanne had been appalled at her husband’s suggestion, who told her it was merely a ‘joke’ upon seeing her response; however, Suzanne knew her husband better than that, and since that moment, her mind had dwelled upon his comments.

Seeing the three people together became a common occurrence at all the neighborhood parties, and the more time they spent around each other, the more relaxed Suzanne became around the older man. In turn, Henry became more and more relaxed around her, and with David’s encouragement, he would sometimes touch her ass or hold her in what could be interpreted as an intimate embrace. Suzanne had been naïve, convinced Henry was innocent and not some pervert, the elderly man almost three times her age, so permitted the touches. In her mind, she was doing to please her husband, although she had to admit to enjoying the attention herself.

It was not until her husband had suggested Suzanne accompany Henry on an overnight Lawn Care convention things had truly gotten out of hand.

Suzanne had reluctantly agreed to accompany the elderly neighbor to the out-of-town convention, but unbeknownst to her at the time, David had cancelled her room reservation, forcing her to spend the night in Henry’s room—all other rooms and hotels filled due to the convention. Henry had been the perfect gentleman, even offering to sleep on the floor; however, Suzanne had been opposed to the idea. The thought of her forcing the old man to be so uncomfortable was against her nature, and she had told him they could share the bed, being adults and all.

Then she had discovered David had sabotaged her luggage, removing all her extra clothing and leaving only one thing for her to wear to bed—a sexy lingerie outfit.

Once again an accumulation of extenuating circumstances had been involved. Not only had her husband practically thrown her at their neighbor, but Suzanne’s sexual frustration from David’s accident had clouded her mind, as well as her comfort in the elderly man’s presence. Then there was her underlying gratitude in Henry’s assistance with their debt problems.

One thing led to another and she ended up having sex with Henry.

And not just sex, but the most wild and intense sexual experience in her life! Henry had been insatiable, and Suzanne had orgasmed non-stop most of the night, the older man having taken a Viagra before retiring for the night—lending further credence to her belief he had planned to seduce her all along.

Henry had the longest cock she had ever felt inside her—being well over twice her husband’s length—and such deep penetration and pressure against her cervix had had caused her to orgasm incessantly, the man reaching depths of her core nobody had ever been before.

Ironically, after her affair, sex with her husband had become better by a tenfold, David’s arousal peaked at the thought of another man fucking his wife one the side. Much to Suzanne’s chagrin and David’s enjoyment and continued urging, sex with Henry had not been confined to that one moment. And as the summer moved into fall, Suzanne’s relationship with Henry had become as intimate, steady, and as frequent as her and David’s relations.

To Suzanne’s everlasting shame, she had discovered she enjoyed being shared between the two men.

Now, sitting at the table and looking over their finances while reminiscing, Suzanne became aware of another reason she was restless. She and Henry had not been intimate for months, although not due to any discretion on her part. Henry had developed medical issues, the old man’s heart medication leading to erectile dysfunction, and unfortunately Viagra was contraindicated with the drugs he was taking. So their affair had ceased, more to her David’s dismay than anybody else’s.

Henry had all but moved in with his kids who lived out of state, wanting to spend the last few years of his remaining life with his family.

Suzanne missed their neighbor—not because of the sex, which was always fantastic—as the older man had become almost family to the young couple. And although Henry returned to his house every couple of months to check up on things, since his health began to fade things were just not the same.

At times like this, she would have gone to visit with him, chatting for hours over coffee until David returned home.

Whether she had sex with him or not during such visits was inconsequential—although her breasts swelled involuntarily as the thought of Henry taking her from behind while she bent over his dining table, his long cock impaling her over and over until she felt as if it would burst forth out of her mouth.

Absently glancing at her reflection in the glass doors of the living room, Suzanne smiled, realizing she was wearing some of the clothes Henry had bought her—an ivory lace and mesh baby doll chemise with matching panties, having not felt the need to dress up in their own home on a Saturday. Henry had bought the outfit during one of David’s infamous ‘repacking’s’ of her luggage when she had spent the occasional night with the older man.

Thinking about sex with Henry, Suzanne’s mind drifted back to the last time they had been together last autumn, the neighborhood filled with leaves in various shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns, as well as pumpkins, haystacks, and Halloween decorations on almost every porch in the neighborhood…

It was the only time of the year Suzanne could satiate her fix on apple cider, she thought, as her and David sat in their kitchen together, quietly musing over two mugs of mulled cider she had just made.

David was sitting in his wheelchair. Although his cast had been removed a month earlier, he still was not strong or completely healed enough to spend much time on his feet. Also the change in weather caused him discomfort. In the end, even though he hated every moment he spent within it, it was easier to move around the house in the chair than overextend his leg and cause further damage.

Suzanne kept quiet, knowing he must be in pain if he was still using the chair, but also knowing he would resent any pity or compassion from her. Thankfully, even being partially mobile had lessened her husband’s depression, as having the freedom to stand up and get out of the chair—even in pain—meant he was no longer an ‘invalid,’ to use his term.

Having taken several psychology courses in college, Suzanne knew even this minor semblance of freedom to choose whether or not he used the wheelchair was a small victory in his mind; however, she was still worried, as the very fact he was using it was a blatant reminder of his pain. And for her caring nature, it was difficult not to dote upon him, wanting to make him happy.

The doorbell rang, and her thoughts still upon David’s independence, she held back from getting up, not surprised when David said he would get it, turning the chair and heading out the kitchen door.

She was pleased to see Henry walk in a few moments later with her husband rolling behind him, and without a word got up and poured him a cup of mulled cider as well.

Handing him the mug, she bent down to kiss him in greeting, unruffled when his tongue slipped between her lips. Returning the French kiss, Suzanne once again thought about how comfortable she had gotten around the other man, intimately kissing him openly in front of her husband, who undoubtedly enjoyed every second.

Suzanne moaned into Henry’s mouth as she felt her breast squeezed, their neighbor’s firm grope upon her chest causing her to feel the beginnings of arousal; however, before things could progress—probably to David’s disappointment--Suzanne broke off the kiss and sat back down.

None of them said a word for a few moments, sipping their hot cider as they simply enjoyed each other’s company. Suzanne was aware of the two men staring at her chest and smiled within her mug. The tank t-shirt she was wearing had a deep neckline, revealing a considerable amount of cleavage, and not wearing a bra, the thin material did little to hide her hardened nipples—the result of Henry’s intimate kiss and fondling.

Finally Henry broke the silence.

“I saw Henry Dorsey this morning,” he told the young married couple. “He was handing out fliers for their annual Halloween party, so I offered to bring you yours,” their neighbor told them, sliding the flier across the table.

Like the Meyers’ pool party, Deborah and Henry Dorsey had the tradition of an annual neighborhood party, their party being a costume event occurring during Halloween. Looking over the flier, Suzanne was not surprised to see the ‘Adults Only’ comment stamped across the top. The Dorsey’s, similar to the Meyers, held the party as a ‘get away’ from the usual kid-saturated affairs of the neighborhood.

“I was wondering if Suzanne remembered our little wager,” Henry said slyly, grinning at the young bride and David.

Suzanne rolled her eyes as her husband laughed loudly.

“Forget? How could I when David has reminded me of it every weekend we watch football,” she said, as her neighbor’s laughter joined that of her husband.

To her chagrin, Suzanne had made a friendly sports wager with her husband and neighbor. How had she been supposed to predict her beloved Seattle Seahawks would lose not one, but TWO games in a row! She herself had compounded the bet going ‘double or nothing’ after the first loss.

It had been bad enough losing to the Cowboys. But then the Rams? Inconceivable.

As such, Suzanne had agreed to let the ‘boys,’ as she fondly called the two men together, select her Halloween costume for the party.

“I don’t know what all the fuss is,” she said in exasperation, as the two men quieted down. “You have both seen me naked enough times,” she told them.

Both men smiled at her again as she thought, not the first time, at their odd relationship. Although she was a happily married woman, she had also—at her husband’s urging—been having sex with their sixty-seven-year-old neighbor.

For her husband, another man lusting after his wife and having the power in allowing her to sleep with another man, yet returning back to him, in some warped way boosted his male ego and confidence. And Suzanne could not complain, as the sex with her husband been lately been the best they had ever had.

And the sex with Henry was not to be glossed over either, as even at his advanced age, the man had the stamina of a much younger man.

Not to mention Henry’s endowment, his cock being well over twice the length of her husband’s and reaching places within her she had never felt with another man.

“The very fact I can show you off in front of other men and know you still are mine is fuss enough,” David laughed, not mentioning their neighbor’s use of her as well.

Even though Suzanne was now completely exasperated by the two men’s leering gazes, she could feel her own heart palpitating at the thought of being exposed to so many people at the party.

As the loser of the bet, Suzanne had agreed to wear whatever costume the boys could come up with, dreading the decision even as they both looked at her appreciatively. She had little doubt their selection would entail showing considerable skin to parade her around those in the neighborhood.

A car door slamming outside broke Suzanne’s reverie, and she felt a flush run through her body seeing Henry’s car across the street. Apparently he was home again to check up on his house.

Although she wanted to get up right there and then and go across the street to say hello, she remained where she was. Henry was easily tired due to his failing health and medication, and she knew he would come over to visit her as soon as he was able.

She also made the decision to keep her skimpy outfit on, knowing he would enjoy seeing her in it, even though his sex drive was not what it once was due to his medication.

Unlike David, Henry did not wallow in the deficiencies caused by his medication, and Suzanne felt another rush run through her, admiring a man’s self-confidence, which was sometimes more sexy than looks.

The only change she did make to her current attire was to go into her and David’s bedroom and grab a pair of spiked heeled sandals to put on when their neighbor visited.

Turning her attention back to the pile of bills on the table, she recalled how nervous she had been the weeks leading up the party thinking about what the men would have her wear…

“Henry will be bringing somebody over to help you with your costume.”

David’s comment startled Suzanne. For one thing, although she had been teased for the last couple weeks by both her husband and neighbor about her costume, they had yet to tell her what it would be. But even more unusual was her needing somebody to help her with it.

“What?” she asked, perplexed.

What could she possibly need help with for a Halloween costume?

Her husband said nothing more, and Suzanne let the matter drop, knowing after these past few weeks she would not learn anything else. She was a good sport, and had agreed to abide by the men’s choice of costume for the Dorsey’s Halloween party, but her curiosity was like a worm working its way into her brain.

The only thing she knew about it—not from anything the men had said, but simply knowing them well enough—was it would undoubtedly be revealing. The thought both scared and excited her. It was not the first time she would be in a revealing outfit in front of the rest of the neighborhood, but it still was not any easier. She could not understand how her sister could feel so comfortable stripping before an audience.

Although she did not know what the outfit would be, she still could take a bath, shave her legs, and wash her hair, so she did exactly that, spending the rest of the late afternoon soaking in the tub and drinking a glass of wine—while waiting for whomever Henry was bringing over.

Suzanne was just finishing drying her hair when she heard the doorbell ring, so putting on a white terry cloth robe, she made her way to the front door.

Although she was expecting Henry to have somebody with him, she was still startled to see the red-headed woman, dressed in some sort of belly-dancer-like outfit.

Several questions ran through Suzanne’s mind. Was this woman going with them? If not, why was she dressed in the revealing outfit?

Taking a better look, the costume was composed of a scooped drape of cloth in the front covering her breasts, with a long loin-cloth-like covering chained around her hips. Even more surprising was the woman was obviously not wearing any underwear, and Suzanne wondered how the woman moved without flashing every part of her body to those around them.

But the most astonishing thing of all was the woman’s actions, suddenly kneeling upon the foyer floor in front of David with her head down and her hands upon her thighs, palms up.

“Ah Suzanne, you look lovely as always!” Henry said with a smile, completely ignoring the woman kneeling before her husband.

Even so, Suzanne rolled her eyes, knowing the terry cloth robe was anything but flattering as she gave Henry a friendly kiss on the cheek—unsurprised when the older man squeezed her ass before breaking the embrace.

It was only then Henry acknowledged the other woman kneeling on the floor, saying, “David, Suzanne, this is Kajira,” the older man told them. “Kajira, you may stand,” he then said.

Suzanne was surprised when the woman quietly raised herself up in one fluid movement, impressed by the woman’s leg strength required for such a move.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Kajira,” Suzanne said. “What nationality is your name?” she asked.

Her attention as drawn to Henry who laughed, saying, “Kajira is not a name, but her station,” Henry told her with a smile.

Looking at him in confusion, the man raised his hand and told her, “Kajira will explain everything to you. Here’s your costume for the night,” Henry said with a sly grin. “You two girls go up and get ready, while David and I get into our costumes as well,” he said.

Suzanne was further startled when the woman replied quietly, “Yes Master.”

From the smirking looks of both men, Suzanne dreaded what they had picked for her; however, knowing there was little she could do about it—a bet was a bet after all—she guided the gorgeous woman to their bedroom, quietly closing the door behind them.

Although quiet in front of the men, as soon as Suzanne closed the door the girl smiled, saying, “I’m sure you have hundreds of questions. Henry has borrowed me to help you understand your costume and how to act tonight, so I guess the first thing I should ask is are you familiar with the books by John Norman concerning Gor?” she asked.

Suzanne’s response was obvious as she looked at the women in confusion.

The pretty red-head smiled as she explained.

“The books are about an alternate world, a fantasy and erotica series from the late sixties. In it, men are the dominant ruler and women are typically more second class citizens,” she said. “Whether you read the books or not, a subculture has developed based around the philosophy. It is more of a master-slave relationship, where men are—like the stories—dominant and women are more submissive,” she said.

“So it’s like BDSM?” Suzanne asked.

The woman again smiled as she answered, “In a sense, but in BDSM, both men and woman can be dominant, as well as there typically being ‘safe’ words to stop anything going on. In Gorean culture, the man is completely dominant, women are always the slaves. And unlike BDSM, it is not about pain or torture—although that may occur,” she added. “But in a Gorean relationship, the woman’s first and foremost duty is pleasing her Master,” she said. “Not only in a sexual manner, but by taking care of the home, making dinner, and the like.”

“Sounds very chauvinistic,” Suzanne told the woman, now understanding why Henry and David had chosen her outfit, which she had no doubts was similar to what the red-headed woman was wearing.

“It is chauvinism taken to a higher level,” the woman answered. “There is no question men are superior, but women are not looked down upon,” she told Suzanne. “In some ways, women have more power than the men,” she laughed, “They just may not know it,” she said with a wink.

“Anyways, Henry has asked that I teach you the rudiments of being a kajira—a female slave—to him and your husband, so there are several basic rules to understand,” she said.

Suzanne noted the woman did not question or ask if Suzanne was willing to abide by her rules—then again, if what she said was the case, women did not apparently question men.

Sighing in exasperation, Suzanne listened as the woman stated the rules of a ‘Gorean’ relationship.

“First, you should address all Freepersons as Master or Mistress,” the woman said. “Henry has explained the party to me, so for tonight, you will address everybody as such,” she said.

Once again Suzanne rolled her eyes, understanding the smirks of the men when they had left them in the foyer.

“Secondly,” the woman continued, “you are to serve every Master or Mistress as if your well-being depends upon pleasing,” she told Suzanne, “which it does. Remember, you are nothing, your sole purpose is to please your betters.”

Suzanne listened as the woman relayed the ten rules of Gorean philosophy as it pertained to slaves. It was a completely submissive relationship, and she could understand why Henry and David had been so keen on her role playing as such for the party.

A part of her was annoyed, but a deeper part felt a tingle at the prospect of being completely submissive to everybody at the party, wondering what the men of the neighborhood—not ones to back down from groping or taking advantage of the other women in the neighborhood—would do if they found out about her ‘rules’ of submission.

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