by Bridy McAvoy
“Hello, yourself.”
I watched as she bit her lip, clearly reading my response in the worst possible light. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure of my own reactions at that moment. Part of me wanted to scream and shout at her, part of me wanted to cuddle her and tell her I loved her, and yet another part wanted to rip her clothes off and prove to both of us I was all the man she needed. I did none of those things.
“I’m going to get changed.”
As I moved toward the stairs I heard her call out.
“Leo?”
I turned back and looked at her, my face still a mask, noticing she’d moved a couple of paces closer.
“I love you, Leo.”
I briefly closed my eyes, not entirely trusting the words that rose in my throat, but deep down I knew there were four little words I wanted, indeed had, to say.
“I love you too.”
When I opened my eyes she was almost literally flying across the room. I’m not sure she’d ever moved that fast before, but at the moment she did. The impact as she threw her arms around me and hugged me almost knocked the breath out of me. She mashed her face into my chest, much as she had done after that first day with Owen.
“I’m sorry, so, so sorry.”
What could I do? I patted her head, feeling clichéd and tongue tied, not sure what to do or say to help her as she hugged me.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you…every bit of it.”
Clearly something had happened today, something not entirely went as she’d expected.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
I could feel the shake of her head against me as she denied it, and forced myself to relax enough to ask her another question or three.
“Well, what did happen then? What did you do? What did he make you do?”
She leaned her head back and looked up at my face, her eyes searching for some sign she was truly forgiven, her blue eyes finally locking onto mine as she clearly read the sign she was looking for. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the end of my nose.
“You’ll see…”
“Leah?”
She smiled, a little weakly, but she smiled. The smile grew wider as mine answered hers, I couldn’t help it, I loved her to distraction and she looked absolutely adorable.
“I’ve done us a pizza. It’ll be ready in five minutes. You’ve got time to change. I’ve got it set up with wine downstairs again.”
She disappeared back into the kitchen, almost as quickly as she had crossed the living room a few moments earlier. Left on my own, I turned back to the stairs.
* * * *
The den was set up as before, the laptop on the table connected to the big screen TV, the pizza served on plates, rather from the box a shop prepared one would have been in, together with wine glasses and no less than two bottles of wine. Leah saw me noticing the wine.
“Didn’t want to waste time fetching the second bottle. We need all the time together tonight.”
She cuddled in to me, fished her plate onto her knees with her free hand and attacked her own dinner, leaving me no option other than to follow suit. She was wolfing it down, either ravenous or really in a hurry. Since she kept glancing at me, as if to get me to hurry up too, I assumed the later and tried to match her speed.
“Leo, I’m going to show you one clip, out of sequence, only a few seconds long, just to put your mind at rest.”
Leah leaned forward and typed a number from the top of her play list into the laptop. The screen cleared and showed Leah showing Stan out of the front door. For a brief moment I thought I spotted someone disappearing down the drive behind him but the camera angle was wrong to see very much and it was only a fleeting glimpse. On screen Leah was speaking.
“Stan. I have your number. If I want you to arrange another session, I’ll ring you. Don’t ring me; don’t call round on spec. Nada. Nothing. If I want to, I’ll ring you. Under no circumstances are you to turn up here unexpected again. Don’t queer things for me with Owen or more importantly my husband. Goodbye.”
On screen she closed the door in his face and then looked up at our camera and winked, just as her live counterpart leaned forward and pressed the stop button on the screen. She turned to me and held out a card.
“Here’s his number. It’s the only copy. It’s up to you what happens to it. If he calls I’ll cut him off, if he turns up at the door, I’ll shut the door in his face, if you destroy that card, I can’t call him. I so do not want you thinking I’m attracted enough to him to want to make it a regular thing.”
Her lips were compressed in a thin line, and she glared at me as if to warn me about answering this the wrong way. I nodded slowly, accepting she had put the whole matter in my hands, then tucked the card into my wallet, delaying a decision on destroying it or not, and equally opening up the chance to investigate this Stan a little further if I wanted to.
Leah visibly relaxed, recognising I’d clearly decided to think about things rather than reacting on the basis of as yet unseen evidence. She leaned forward and typed another number into the play box and clicked the resulting play button. The screen changed again to show the kitchen, obviously when he’d come to the door she’d let him in and then offered him a coffee.
Leah was speaking, her recorded voice sounding uncannily clear and real.
“Well, Stan, you said you want to talk, so talk.”
“I promised Owen I wouldn’t come here on my own, Leah. Please don’t tell him I came by this morning.”
“And you came by…because?”
“You are a very beautiful woman. You, if you don’t mind me saying, dress up well, you pose well, and you’re not self conscious in front of the camera, well, not too much anyway. I’d like to do another session with you. Just on my own.”
“Forgive me, Stan, but I had sort of assumed that was the reason you were here.”
I watched as he shrugged and grinned at her once more.
“When?”
“No time like the present, Leah. I’d pay of course. Say five hundred to cover from now till three.”
The camera angle showed me both faces in profile with both turned slightly toward the lens. Leah had set up the scene well. It was obvious from his face, he really did want this. And I could tell, the screen Leah found herself looking forward to the idea as well, at least in part.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“If you can stay within rules.”
“Name them.”
“Well, I’m not actually into the stuff Owen does…”
I watched as Stan held his hand up to stop her, looking somewhat embarrassed as he did so.
“Leah, believe me, Owen is far more twisted than I am. He’s the one who wanted the fake rape set up, not me. It was his idea to surprise you to get your reactions to look genuine, that was not my idea at all.”
“So no bondage then?”
“Well…if you were prepared to do some bondage play, then we’d discuss it before each sequence and you’d know exactly what I intended to do. No surprises, no fake rape. Nothing happens that you’re not willing to let happen and know about in advance.”
“So, you do intend to do more than just take my picture?”
“As I said, Leah. You are a very pretty woman. How else will a man react to your nude body than with desire and lust? If you don’t want to, well…”
“But if you’ve got me handcuffed and naked and helpless how would I be able to stop you?”
Stan actually looked affronted. I could tell that reassured Leah and it was quite a reassuring sign for me too.
“I’m no rapist, Leah. You’d know what I intended beforehand, and you’d have agreed to it. Besides I prefer to take shots of you undressing yourself than put the camera on the tripod and doing it myself. Will you, then? I know you need the money. Owen told me.”
It was interesting to watch Leah as she bit her lip, clearly fully aware of the potential consequences if she blew Owen’s cover story. S
he was supposed to be a hard up housewife in desperate need of cash, willing to do all kinds of things to earn it. If she allowed Stan, Owen’s friend, to find out Owen was blackmailing her, the whole thing would blow up in her face. Indeed in all our faces.
“I’ve got a bit of a problem there, well, two really.”
Stan waited her out.
“Firstly, as you can tell, I’m not exactly dressed for modelling.”
“That’s an easy one to fix. I’ll give you time to change.”
“Secondly, I’m expecting my husband home for lunch, and we’re going shopping. He’s having a half day off. I’m supposed to get the housework finished. I can’t think of a reason to ring him and put him off.”
It was amusing to watch as Stan’s face fell. I could tell he was really interested in feasting his eyes on my wife’s nude body and then fantasising about going all the way – again.
“Are you sure you can’t call him and put him off?”
Both the on screen Leah and her real counterpart next to me giggled, and guessing what was going to come next, my phone call, I could see why.
“What, tell him a man with a large cock has just walked through the door and he’s about to give it to me for several hours so don’t come home yet?”
A moment later the phone rang on screen.
“Hi?”
“Oh, hi, Leo. How’s work? Did that new secretary turn up?”
It was interesting to watch as she pantomimed an entire conversation with me, motioning Stan to remain quiet. Only she and I knew the two halves of the conversation bore absolutely no resemblance to each other. She didn’t answer my questions while feigning completely fake disappointment about me coming home for a totally imaginary lunch. As a performance it was masterly, as a comedy sketch it would have been sensational, as it was real it was if anything disturbing.
“Oh, honey. Why today? You know we were going to have lunch and do some shopping. Can’t you reschedule the meeting? You were supposed to have a half day off this afternoon. It’s not fair.”
Stan’s face lit up in a big grin and he reached into his trouser pocket.
“Okay, honey. You can’t help it, I know that. Don’t be late tonight – you can take me out to dinner to make up for it. Bye. Love you.”
Stan smiled at her.
“That solved one of your problems, Leah. Now it’s quite easy to solve the other one, isn’t it? You said you weren’t dressed for a shoot. We can solve that.”
He held up five C spot notes and then laid one on the breakfast bar and sat back, looking straight at her and he winked. Her hands reached for the hem of her sweatshirt. There was no sign of any hesitation on her part.
Leah leaned forward and pressed the Pause button. Her face, as she turned to me, was serious, but there was a definite undercurrent of anxiety still there behind the determination.
“Leo…”
My mind was still in turmoil, but I could see how things had unfolded much more clearly now, and watching my wife willingly undress for another man was having exactly the same effect on a certain part of my anatomy as it had done previously. If Leah looked down she would see I was half hard, the way my cock was starting to feel uncomfortable in my trousers would be producing a noticeable bulge, if not yet a full size one. I knew when she resumed playing the video, by the time she was nude on screen I’d be hard.
“What, sweetheart?”
The use of the endearment was enough to tell her she was, if not exactly forgiven, at least half-way there. She hugged me fiercely once more.
“Let me tell you something about Stan. About his ability or rather lack of it as a lover.”
That rocked me back a little. I hadn’t expected her to say that. She continued.
“He has one major thing going for him. I know you know he’s big. But that’s his entire arsenal. Sure, he’s good with his mouth and fingers, but only because he needs to be – in order to get a woman wet enough to accept his large rod. Once he’s in, it’s in and out, in and out and bingo. No stamina and no finesse.”
“Perhaps. But he makes you cum.”
She nodded. “True. But to be honest, anything that size pushed in and out would probably make me cum.”
I didn’t give her any warning as I quickly turned, and pushed her onto her back on the couch, leaning across her to hold her down, pinning her arms to her sides, my face only inches from hers. She gasped in shock and then relaxed as she saw my expression.
“Maybe I should pop to the store and buy you a nice large cucumber so you can demonstrate that!”
She giggled. “There’s one in the fridge.”
“Remind me not to have any in my next salad!”
I let go of her arms and she wriggled them free and wrapped them around my neck, then lifted her face to press her lips against mine. My tongue flicked out to lick them and a second later they parted to allow it to enter her mouth. My hand moved to her breast, squeezing it through the thin material of her print dress, Leah’s back arched to push it into my cupped hand as she sighed. I rubbed her breast, taking care not to be too rough, knowing without actually thinking about it, that tonight she wouldn’t want me to be in any way rough. After a minute or so of making out like a pair of teenagers I broke the kiss and sat back up, allowing her to follow suit, although a little slower, as she was breathless.
“The difference between you and Stan is quite simple, Leo. You’re a lover – he’s just a cock that happens to have other bits attached to it.”
Her hand brushed across my crutch, tracing the outline of my now fully hard dick.
“Do you want me to do something about this?”
Her voice had a real husky quality as she gripped my cock through my jeans, and I knew she was at least as turned on as I was, but I shook my head, I wanted to see how this morning had unfolded. She shrugged and turned back to the laptop and clicked Play once more.
I watched as she completed removing her sweatshirt, baring her beautiful breasts to Stan’s hungry eyes. My arm, wrapped around her shoulder, slowly dropped to enable my hand to reach around and cup one of the delectable mounds I could see on the screen before me. She cuddled in closer, and I could feel the way she stretched, almost feline like, as she luxuriated in the contact. For the moment the hurt and anger of a little while ago was out of mind, if not actually forgotten.
When she threw her flip flop to him in response to him adding the second bill I couldn’t suppress the laugh. As soon as the other one flew across our kitchen she joined in with me. It was a priceless comic moment; the look of disappointment mixed with lust on Stan’s face was absolutely perfect. When she hesitated with the jogging trousers I suddenly realised she was commando underneath and was concerned about what would happen for the fifth and final bank note. By then it was obvious to me, and as she slowly pushed them down her legs, it was clear she’d worked it out too. The flirty exchange between the two felt contrived to me but then again I’m no film critic and neither of them were acting.
When she moved over to Stan to blow him, I felt a twinge of jealousy, but knew I only had to say the word and Leah would provide me with the exact same service, in line with her promises of the nights before. Instead I simply watched, concentrating on her reactions to his oversized cock—and ego, I suspect. Although Stan had fucked her twice before she’d never set eyes on the real thing, although we had of course watched the previous day’s recordings twenty-four hours earlier. I have to admit the sight of it was impressive, but her earlier comments about his abilities had left me feeling reassured. My fingers began to gently massage her breast, migrating slowly toward her nipple which was rapidly hardening. I heard a soft moan from beside me.
“That’s nice, sweetheart…Really nice…Don’t stop.”
Watching her struggle to take him in her mouth, adjusting her position to accommodate him was as much amusing as it was arousing. By the time he came in her mouth I was more interested in what my hand was doing than the action on the screen. I think Leah sen
sed this, because rather than stop running the recording she ignored the screen and lifted her face up to mine for a kiss.
We kissed for about a minute before I slowly shifted my position and began to kiss her throat, my body sliding to the floor and half rolled to between her legs which parted to allow me access. She moaned deep in her throat as I continued to kiss it, I could feel it trembling under my lips. My hands moved to her thighs and eased the dress higher. She lifted her ass off the couch by arching her back to allow me to push the thin fabric of her dress out of the way. Breaking the lip contact with her skin I looked down and sure enough under the dress she was nude, her wispy blonde landing strip clearly visible in the dim light of the den. My head moved lower, heading for the now revealed prize, and her legs spread even further apart to allow me access.
She stiffened slightly as my nose brushed against the blonde hairs, and then relaxed again as my tongue began to caress and tease the top portion of her slit. I dipped my head lower still, licking along the length of her slit before lifting my head and looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as she gasped for breath, a pure picture of aroused lust.
“You taste sweet!”
The change that came over her was sudden and surprising. Her body stiffened and her legs tried to snap closed, although my body in between them prevented that. She levered herself into an upright position and took my head in her hands, pulling me up to meet her.
“Wha—?”
She stared into my eyes, her own wide open, and I could see the tears forming there as she bit her lip to apparently prevent a sob escaping.
“Sweetheart? What’s the matter?”
“I’m sorry, honey. Your comment brought back a memory, not a particularly nice one. Sorry…I think you’d better watch the next recording before anything else happens.”
To say I was confused would be an understatement. Never in the four years we’d been married had she reacted like this. She always said she was a sucker for having her pussy eaten. If a man ever got his lips on her pussy, she was his, the only challenge being to get that far in the first place. Certainly she’d never pushed me away before, whatever the circumstances.
