Chapter 5 Lucious Lucy

Chapter 5

Cuddled up in a state of sated bliss Michael lies on my chest, rubbing his fingers along my abs. We get talking about the future and what that looks like now Olivia is no longer part of that future. We had plans with Olivia to have babies, how do we do this now? Neither of us wanted a live-in 'little' anymore, the urges had changed for both of us. We both needed to care for a woman but not in the same way, we couldn't go through that again, and hell I'm not sure I could ever trust any woman again. There is one woman we played with over the years, I used to think we had a special connection but one day after a tragic incident she disappeared. By the time she came back a few years later, we had already been engaged to Olivia. Other than Lucy, I have no real connection with any woman other than Debbie, my best friend. But we want a baby, and we need to figure out how to make this happen.

"What about a surrogate through an agency, or adoption?" Michael suggested.

"We will have to decide soon, we're not getting any younger baby,"

"Are you sure you don't want a' little 'anymore, maybe we could look at least?

"I don't know Michael, it's just so hard to trust like that again and Olivia was complicated too, I mean she had needs we never dealt with before. Her 'little age' was an issue for me, but I know it wasn't for you."

"Yeah, it never really did bother me, I liked it if I'm being honest, but I know you don't want that again, maybe an older age like 6 or so? Maybe you do the searching this time" suggested Michael. "Yeah, maybe. Send me the sites log in and if I find time I can look, no harm in looking I suppose, but we need to make this year the year we decide about babies, we're getting old, I want to be a young Dad," I insisted.

Michael has a point, a 'little' in a way is ideal, Michael's needs would be met, her needs would be met, and we could have a baby naturally. The only problem I have is how do we keep a 'kink' relationship alive with a baby? I'm not sure my brain could handle that, I want my child to live in a secure, loving environment, where 'kink' is kept outside the house, not in it. Michael is convinced we can keep it separate and that our child would never know. I'm positive it would end in misery and heartache, but I owe it to him to try. I really want a woman in our life, I want to enjoy our 'kink' life at the club and just be a threesome at home. That would already be a mind fuck for a child to get their head around, having 3 parents, although now it's becoming the new norm, so maybe not so much. And as for our 'kink' life, that is normal, and I defy anyone to tell me differently. Living out your ultimate fantasies and desires in a safe environment? Perfect. I turn over to my very sleepy husband, wrap him in my arms and kiss him goodnight. With that, sleep takes us.

We get ready for work, both hungover.

"I'm never drinking tequila again," I groan.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what you always say, darling" Michael laughs.

"Hey at lunch maybe we could register with an adoption site, a surrogate site, and check out the 'ddlg' site, that way we've covered all bases we talked about last night. What do you think?"

"Yeah sure, sounds good to me."

The drive is filled with excited chatter about the future. We are getting that positive spark back again. We had lost it after Olivia and were almost afraid to talk about the future again. This feels nice like we are getting back to our old selves pre-Olivia.

The day goes by incident-free with some heavy counselling sessions, but nothing I can't get past. I have a joint appointment with Michael, a patient who lost her foot to cancer, Michael is her Occupational therapist, and me her counsellor. Sometimes we do joint sessions with patients. It's very beneficial to have multiple inputs with all therapists on the same page regarding treatment going forward.

It's lunchtime directly after so we sit in Michael's office and surf for the right agencies for us. We find a few and send emails requesting meetings. I also registered myself onto the ddlg site as it was in Michael's profile previously. I used the screen name 'Daddy Longlegs,' and my bio reads:

Looking for a 'little girl' to love, adore and take care of alongside my husband. My ad reads:

"Are you in need of' daddies' to love, care for and cherish you? Both myself and my husband would like to meet you. We promise trips to the zoo, cinema, aquarium, girly shopping trips, and lots of 'play time' with tender loving care. Get in touch to see if we match."

Nothing special, just a typical ad you would find on these sites.

I have a few hits to my ad by the end of the day and both an adoption and a surrogacy agency replied requesting a meeting. We schedule the appointments for 2 weeks' time as Debbie will be back by then and we can schedule our days better. It feels really good that things are happening so quickly.

Michael messages me,

"Today's been a good day. Wanna celebrate tonight?"

"Sure, let's do it, where to?"

"Dinner and a club or ddlg party?"

"I don't mind, surprise me" I reply.

I have two difficult appointments before the end of the day. Knowing we were going out keeps my spirits up, I really need to go to the dojo too.

I text Michael,

"Can we make a pit stop at the dojo first? Need to hit something I won't get arrested for."

''Of course, I could do with it myself " he replies

We go straight to the dojo after work, all our gear and shower stuff is already in our lockers there.

I hit some pads and got some sparring in with Michael and another friend we met there. It felt great to release a lot of anger and frustration. This really gets me through the tough days, Michael too. We shower and go to dinner at a local hotel - sparring to get rid of the bad things happening at work and fancy food to celebrate all the good things happening in our lives, the perfect balance to the day.

We met up with some 'kink' friends and headed to our expensive, members-only, 'kink' club, 'REIGN.' Our friend Damien is the owner, and it has a very strict clientele list - celebrities, high court judges, lawyers, college professors' doctors etc. Privacy and discretion, therefore, are of the utmost importance and very respected. It's great just having a few drinks and unwinding with our friends. A sub we used to play with (the one who got away) approaches us and asks if we want to play. It's been a long time since we played in the club, not since Olivia. We mostly just come to meet up with friends these days or play with each other. It has been a long time since we had sex with a woman, so we are more than happy to. She wants to go to the spanking benches, so we oblige. Michael gives the first twenty spanks while I have my cock in her mouth. We swap over and I give her a further twenty while she sucks Michael off. I love watching women pleasuring Michael.

We finish spanking her, flip her around and take turns pleasuring her with our mouths while the other goes to work, playing roughly with her breasts and nipples. I remember she loves pain, and we are happy to give it to her. She loves her nipples being pinched hard, pulled, and stretched. I scrape my nails along her reddened ass, I realize how much I miss this, how much we need a woman in our lives. Michael is right, we need to start looking for a match again. Lucy tastes amazing and makes the most delicious moans when she cums. When I squeeze the cheeks of her ass she has the most arousing squeals, I am hard again in no time, Michael too. She came to the club plugged so we were ready to take her. Lowering herself down on me, her hot wet pussy muscles clamped around my cock, feels so good. She bends over to kiss me while I play with her breasts as Michael takes her from behind, we find the perfect rhythm between the 3 of us in no time, I can feel Michael's cock working its magic through the thin layer separating her anal passage from her vaginal passage, I love this, it gives a level of stimulation like no other. I cum hard as do Lucy and Michael. I can feel their orgasms pulsing through them and their bodies twitching as we ride out the last of them, milking each other of every last drop, loving listening to our cries of pleasure and panting to get our breaths back. Lucy looks spent, we are too. We take her down to the after-care lounge, wrap her in a blanket and give her a sugary drink to replenish, taking some ourselves. I love this part, taking care of the woman we pleasured. I especially love taking care of Lucy. I missed her... I wet a cloth with warm soapy water and cleaned her down while she lies exhausted but sated in Michaels's arms.