by Ed Bemand
“Good girl, keep going. Remind him about the pussy that he fell in love with.”
Maria was clearly still riding the wave of her earlier fucking and it didn’t take much for her to moan. Alex couldn’t remember her ever making so much noise before when they had sex, but then he already knew that this woman Camilla had dark magics at her command.
It was too much for him to maintain for long. His cock in the sweet, warm, familiar pussy of his wife.
Camilla seemed to sense him reaching his peak.
“Squeeze hard Maria. Take him all the way inside and hold him there.”
Alex could feel her doing what she was told, gripping his cock with muscles he hadn’t realised she had. He moaned too, as his balls released their load and sent it shooting up through his cock and into her. Their moans grew louder and blended as they spasmed in mutual pleasure. The grip on his cock relaxed and Maria’s body seemed to go slack, slumping down onto him, even harder than before. Was she crying? It almost sounded like it.
“Maybe you two need a moment to catch your breath. You can even untie him if you want to, Maria.”
If Maria heard and understood she either didn’t want or wasn’t able to do it. Minutes ticked by as slowly his cock softened inside her and the ache in his balls subsided. Maria’s arms reached round him, embracing him. He would have returned the gesture but no part of him that could hug was unrestrained.
Eventually, Camilla undid him herself. Maria seem too preoccupied with dozing and hugging. If Camilla was annoyed by this she didn’t show it.
“Why don’t you come downstairs and join me for a drink, when you feel able to walk?”
Camilla had removed the dildo and harness and replaced her skirt, but she was still a masturbatory vision in life.
Now able to move, Alex rolled Maria off him as gently as he could.
“I’d better nip to the loo first.”
“You do that.”
He pissed, glad for the relief after the sustained pressure that Maria had been putting on his bladder, then washed himself off in the sink and stared at his baffled and flushed reflection in the mirror. He flushed and left the bathroom, he headed back to the bedroom but Maria was already gone. He looked for his trousers then realised that they were still downstairs. He walked downstairs still naked, but considerably less erect.
Maria and Camilla were sat in the living room, with no space between them on the sofa. Camilla had helped herself to a bottle of wine from the kitchen and was pouring it into three glasses.
Maria had already stolen his shirt from the pile he had left in the living room and he picked up his trousers and put them on.
“I still don’t understand what’s going on.”
“I think you’ve already met my friend Camilla.”
“You know her?”
“It’s okay. She’s been helping us, both of us.”
“You know that I fucked her?”
“You didn’t...”
“What?”
“That was me.”
Alex’s mind boggled.
“How?”
“It’s okay. Everything is fine.”
“Can we keep her?”
“I don’t know, can we?”
“Best not, dears. I think you two need to be with each other for a while.”
“But what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m sure I’ll find someone to take my mind off it.” She handed Maria a card from her bag. “You can always call me sometime if you need to talk.” She addressed Alex. “So you’d better remember, I’ve got my eye on you. If you don’t make sure that you deserve her, I’ll gladly have her.”
“Thank you, Camilla.” Maria looked like she probably wouldn’t leave it long before she called her.
“My pleasure. I’ve called a taxi, it’ll be here in a few minutes. If you could let me get my coat out of your car I’d appreciate it. It’s a bit chilly for corsets and I dread to think what the driver might think.”
The moment was almost sombre. Maria raised her glass.
“Camilla knows best.”
“Camilla knows best.” Camilla shared the toast.
“Camilla knows best.” Alex was still confused but had learned not to question where she was involved.
They drank the wine together.
When they parted, Camilla shared a kiss with Maria that was slow and tender. She seemed reluctant to let it end, but steeled herself to walk away.
Camilla knew it couldn’t last. For her to become a permanent fixture in their marriage would change too much about their relationship and was likely to end badly. She just had to hope that she had helped to spark something, to at least remind them of what they could offer to each other. It was better for her involvement to end while the memories could be pleasant.
Anyway, someone interesting was bound to come along to the book group before too long. Maybe it was time that she got to know Carol better.
Epilogue
And there perhaps is the best moment to end this tale of Alex and Maria and how Camilla’s involvement in their lives taught them something about each other. Maybe it’s not truly finished. Some questions remain that crave answers. Will their shared experience rekindle the lost excitement in Alex and Maria’s marriage? Can two people who want the same thing find a way to give it to each other? For that we will have to wait for another time.
We have glimpsed lives and perhaps seen something of ourselves in them. Maybe we feel sympathy for the plight of those too withdrawn to ask for what they want, or maybe even scorn for those who crave submission to another. Maybe we crave it for ourselves, to feel that rare, perfect moment of belonging. Whichever may be true, a simple hope alone remains, all our tales will end in time and when we face death, be it an empty nothing or an eternity judged against our sins in life, let our fate be to regret what we’ve done, not what we haven’t.
And if that is too grand an aspiration, perhaps a more prosaic one. To those that love another, preserve the sanctity of the bathroom door, do not intrude beyond its border when your love is behind it. Let what goes on inside remain mysterious. Some truths benefit no-one.
About the author
Persistent scribbler of strange and obscene things, Ed Bemand was born and raised in Guildford, England. At school he wasn’t voted anything.
Absence of a better plan and a strong desire to be somewhere else led him at eighteen to commence three years of loose association with a university, to mutual dissatisfaction. The relationship came to a bitter close and he was subjected to stern lectures about the value of hard work and the necessity of earning an honest living. His lack of useful skills or qualifications left him unable to, so he started working in sales. During the next few years he sold such diversities as IT equipment, insurance, double-glazing and ID cards.
His first novel Beheld was published in 2006 but it failed to make him either successful or wealthy, so wage-slavery continued. After a decade of gainful employment he was only too happy to cast aside the shackles of respectability in favour of writing full-time. For the last few years he has lived in Cardiff, Wales with a girl and a dog. His hobbies include loud noises, simulated violence, aimless wandering and morbid introspection.
Also available by Ed Bemand, variously in print and ebook from many retailers and all inevitably containing disturbing, obscene and explicit content:
Beheld
Michael takes a mysterious drug and is forced to question his world as a peculiar conspiracy unfolds around him in this darkly funny novel.
Sinful Submissions
Anthology of interconnected short stories about the nature of sin and passion, including among others:
How Antoine found his muse
What John and Beatrice found they really wanted
How Svetlana found work in the city
Succumbing
Follow-up to Sinful Submissions that continues some of the stories from the first volume and introduces new ones, including:
&nbs
p; What love did to Lewis
Why Antoine stopped using paint
How Alastair got his scar
People Eating
Tastes of the other, other white meat. A selection of very short fiction covering one of the last great taboos, cannibalism. Stories include:
Pork, a girl overcomes the misfortune of her arranged marriage.
The peculiar request for a last meal made by a murderer.
Whoresmeat, a wage-slave questions what his boss is putting in his burgers.
Hannah’s Story
Novelette telling the life of a woman through her loves of different men and women (mostly women).
Rebecca’s Story
In this ongoing series that starts with When Rebecca Met Paul, a young woman forms a bond with a stranger based on moments of consensual sexual submission.
Additional information can be found at www.EdBemand.co.uk.
