“I’ve never complained about anything like that.” She speaks slowly but her face is flushed. Is that the shame of having told Becky I’ve never made her orgasm through intercourse or is she blushing at the memory of Dominic’s physique?
“Look Lynne you need to speak to her. Sort it all out one way or the other. She’s your friend. She wouldn’t give me the key to this damn thing until she gets your say-so. And I’m past being desperate now.” I drain the last of my coffee into the sink and check my wrist-watch.
“I need to go babe. Call her today and make it up with her- please. It’s obvious you’re not happy – neither is she. And tell her you want the key for this. Please.” I grip the front of my pants before pecking my wife’s cheek and heading for the front door.
Five hours later I’m about to leave the office for some lunch when the phone on my desk rings again. I’m tempted to ignore it but in the end I pick it up.
“There’s a lady here at reception for you Stuart” the prim voice tells me.
“I haven’t got any meetings today” I check my watch and diary.
“The lady’s very insistent Stuart. She says she has something for you.”
“Well, what’s her name?”
I her the receptionist ask the question but she doesn’t need to give me the answer. I recognize Becky’s voice. What the hell is she doing here?
“Tell her I’ll be right down.” I put down the phone with my hands already sweating.
Two work colleagues are standing in front of me now. One points inside his mouth and rubs his belly theatrically while the other taps his wrist watch.
Shit, how do I get out of this?
“I’m not coming. I mean I can’t come.”
“What are you talking about dude? We always do lunch Thursdays. We can’t let these mothers grind us down. Grab your wallet, let’s go”
If I’d had some time to think about this I might have come up with a plan. In the end, with my mind verging on panic, I follow the other guys out of my office and down to the elevator. I try to tune out their chatter about how much they too hate working at this place. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. What the hell is Becky doing here?
“Fuck me! Check that out!” An elbow digs my ribs repeatedly as we step out of the elevator into the reception area. Across the lobby stands the unmistakable shape of the back of Becky. She’s wearing a clingy navy blue dress cut just above the knee and with a belt that emphasises her tiny waist and her curvy hips. Lower down are dark seamed stockings and heels.
“What a fuckin’ ass….and look at the legs!” One of the guys tries to lower his voice into a whisper but doesn’t quite manage it. Next to him the other emits a solitary whistle. I can’t help my own eyes drinking in the sumptuous roundness of Becky’s buttocks even as my mind approaches melt-down at what to do next.
“If her face is anything like as good as those pins and that ass she’s an angel.” They seem determined on detouring right past her so they can check her out more closely. Then just before we reach her; she turns.
“Stuart!” her smile is wide and we stop in front of her. She looks jaw-dropping. At either side of me my colleagues have fallen silent. I’m guessing that having realized her face does indeed more than match the quality of her ass and legs, their senses are now being assaulted by the size of her chest.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Becky widens her silvery eyes.
“Oh right, er, no, the guys can’t stay.”
“Well, as it doesn’t seem like Stuart is going to introduce me; I’d better do it for myself. I’m Rebecca”
“One of my wife’s friends” I add hurriedly, praying for this to be some terrible dream.
“Hi Rebecca, I’m Marty. We’re just going to get some lunch, why don’t you come with us?” Asks a voice at my side as its hand extends towards Becky.
“Well at least one of your friends has some manners.” Becky looks at me pointedly as her hand is held. “That’s very kind of you Marty, but I only popped in because I happened to be close by and I needed to give Stuart something.” Becky withdraws her hand and her lacquered fingers delicately open the gold clasp on her clutch bag. Then with a little smile, she holds out the key to my chastity belt.
I take it from her quickly then she checks her wrist watch.
“Stuart I really do have to go. Enjoy your freedom. Boys: nice to meet you.” She smiles and leaves us to stare after the movement of her ass as she sashays confidently out of the building.
When she’s disappeared from view one of the guys turns to me with his eyes screwed up and his mouth forming a tight little circle.
“Who the fuck was that?”
“And what was the key for?” asks the other.
Later that night in the bedroom Lynne sounds as incredulous as I’d been hours early.
“She really came to your office?”
“She said she was in the area. Shopping I guess.”
“She didn’t say she’d take the key to you when I spoke to her.” Lynne’s standing at the foot of the bed wiping the make-up remover around her eyes.
“Well what did she say when you spoke to her? And what did you say to her?” I sit up in bed, trying to read my wife’s eyes.
“I told her she’s still my friend, my best friend, but I thought this whole thing had gone far enough.” Lynne slips into bed next to me. “I said we needed to have the key back.”
I feel one of Lynne’s legs against mine and my newly free and deeply cleansed cock starts to swell. I stroke my balls under the covers. I wait for a few moments and then take a chance.
“Lynne, do you really think it would it have been so bad if you had gone with Dominic?”
Chapter Four
Lynne Leans across me to adjust the pillows under my head. Her long blond hair falls down across my face tickling my nose as I inhale her scent. She checks the pair of her stockings securing my wrists to either side of the headboard.
“Do these feel OK for you?” Her breath is warm and minty in my face. I nod my head as I look up at her. I still can’t believe she changed her mind and is going out with Becky again tonight.
She gets up off the bed and I lift my head to watch her slip her arms into a new sheer black lace blouse which is ruffled at the front. Her bra is clearly visible through it and I feel my cock pulse freely between my legs. She turns her back to me and adjusts her hair in the full-length mirror. Straining my neck and shoulders I struggle for a better view and focus on her short black mini skirt wrapped tightly around her hips and ass.
I don’t think I’ve ever thought this about my wife before, but tonight the only word to describe how she looks - besides ‘hot’, is “slutty.”
Lighting from outside catches my eye. Lynne turns to and then from the window before taking a final gulp of her glass of Prosecco.
“Better not keep the taxi waiting,” she tells me then hurries across to the bed and kisses my forehead.
“Lynne, you look absolutely stunning.”
“I’ll try not to be too late” she steps up into her high heels and checks inside her little black shoulder bag.
“I’m nervous,” her big blue eyes look over at me as the taxi sounds its horn outside.
“Don’t worry. Becky wouldn’t let anything bad happen. You won’t have to do anything you really don’t want to. Go and enjoy yourself. Just make sure to tell me everything about it when you get back.”
She smiles and comes back over to kiss me again, this time on the lips. Outside the taxi horn sounds again.
“I better go”
Before I can get my head back up off the pillow to watch her leave she‘s out of the bedroom door and has closed it behind her. Then I hear the front door close. Heels down the driveway outside. A muffled male voice, Lynne’s laughter then a car door slams and the engine pulls the car away.
She’s gone. The point of no return. Alone, restrained to our bed with hours ahead of me while she goes to Becky and Domi
nic. There’s nothing I could do to stop her now even if I wanted to.
I think back to how definite Lynne sounded a couple of weeks ago when she said the whole relationship with Becky had “gone far enough.” I honestly never thought this night would happen.
Maybe Lynne was expecting things to return to normal with her friend once she’d said “No” and got the chastity belt key returned. But instead, Becky stopped contacting Lynne at all. She never returned any of my wife’s calls about getting together for a drink or lunch.
I don’t think Lynne could handle not seeing Becky. Not after everything that had gone on between them. In the end she told me she didn’t think she could be any less happy, even if she had done what Becky wanted and ‘got involved’ with Dominic. After that, it was a simple decision for her to call Becky and leave a message saying she’s do whatever her friend wanted.
For some reason I start to think about the guys at the office who briefly met Becky. How the hell would they react if they could see me now and knew where my wife was?
“Let me get this straight: Stuart’s wife has gone down on that gorgeous brunette? His wife ties him to their bed, and then goes around to the brunette’s house to sleep with this other woman’s husband? Maybe even has a threesome. And the whole time he’s tied up at home and knows what’s going on? Get the fuck outta here!”
I’ve never had this feeling before when she’s gone out leaving me tied. This growing sense of fear. Surely she and I will be changed forever if something does actually happen between her and Dominic? I know she’s seen his body at least once before, but this is uncharted territory. Who knows the effect that just touching or playing with a man built like Dominic could have on my wife?
What if she has too much to drink and goes further than she’s told me she would? If she sucks him off? Or if she really can’t help herself and lets him put it inside her?
Perversely, this sense of dread is all mixed up with a mind-blowing sexual excitement at the whole prospect. So much so that my stomach is tight and yet my bowels feel dangerously slack all at the same time. Not ideal when you’re tied to your bed. I need to get a grip on my thinking.
I move my arms a little to try to make myself more comfortable on the mattress.
My thoughts drift to what Lynne was wearing when she left tonight. Surely seeing her dressed like that will only incite someone like Becky’s husband?
She’s even shaved between her legs again, the way Becky says she likes her. I feel my cock stiffen at the idea of her shaving herself to please Becky. That’s so hot.
Maybe I should’ve asked Lynne to leave some covers over me. At least then I could have moved my hips and felt some friction on my cock. Instead, my erection stabs the air as I shift position on the bed.
Some time later I think I’m waking from a dream. A sex dream. Then as my head clears, I realize I’m being sucked.
My arms are still tied to the bed and for a few seconds they ache until my focus returns back between my legs. I lift my head and in the half light further down the bed can make out Lynne’s head bobbing back and forth.
“Oh babe, that’s so good” I tell her. It’s so long since she did this to me, months in fact. She’s slurping loudly and rapidly, making a weirdly guttural kind of noise like she’s chanting “ngg-ngg-ngg-ngg.” She’s seems lost in what she’s doing. And her sucking me without being asked to is unheard of.
“What happened at Becky’s?” I ask but the sucking and slurping don’t stop.
“Babe, tell me what happened with Dominic, I’m gonna come if you carry on doing that.” My words don’t seem to be heard.
“I’m coming!” She pulls me from her mouth and holds my spewing member as the first spasm spurts over her throat and tits. Then she moves out of the way leaving me to twitch the rest of my cum up my belly and onto my own chest.
She kneels up further down the bed, straddling my thighs as I groan out my juice. When I’ve finished she smiles up at me, her hair dishevelled as if she’d come straight through a wind-tunnel.
She moves up the bed in all her nakedness. I take in the outline of one of her bare hips as she leans over the side of the bed and reaches down to the floor. She turns her ass still further as she rummages underneath the bed and I’m given a wonderful view of her creamy flesh.
“What happened? With Becky and Dominic?”
She still doesn’t answer. Then with a wicked grin and raised eyebrows she emerges back up and turns to me. In her hand is the largest of her sex toys. A heavily veined, pale flesh-colored dildo.
She nestles in next to me on her back and I strain my neck and shoulders trying to watch her. The little pool of my cum on her chest has dribbled down towards her belly as she raises her knees a little. She groans as she starts to insert the dildo into her pussy. I hear the gentle buzzing noise of the batteries.
“Come on babe don’t leave me like this. Did you do anything with Dominic?”
For almost two whole days and nights Lynne maintains that Becky didn’t even ask her to go back to her house after they’d been out that night, let alone have any contact with her husband.
I’m filled with a weird cocktail of disappointment, frustration and yet at the same time - huge relief.
But then tonight as her and I are on our sofa with some wine watching TV she turns to me.
“How would you feel if you knew something did happen with Dominic last weekend?”
My heart and groin surge with excitement even as my blood runs cold at this potential ‘betrayal’ and deception.
“What happened?” I demand.
“Becky didn’t ask me to go back to hers I offered. I wanted to make things up to her properly.”
I’ve put down my glass and turned my body further towards her, studying her face as if my life depended on it, trying to discover the certainty of her words.
“What did you do?”
“I was drunk. We both were, me and Becky,” Dominic had stayed in while we were out. He was watching TV when we got back to their house.” Her eyes look as if they’re trying to read me as much I am her.
“Go on.”
“Becky told me to stay with Dom while she made coffee. She winked at me. Dom was telling me how good I looked.”
I think back to the way my wife was dressed when she left here that night. Her sheer black top and almost indecently short mini skirt and I feel my cock push against the fabric of my shorts.
“What happened?” my mouth is dry and although I’m almost frozen with what feels like terror, I know that I need to encourage her. I should probably put an arm around her but I don’t feel able. I move a lock of her long blonde hair away from her eyes.
“Tell me.” I force a smile then kiss her cheek.
“I didn’t let him make love to me” she tells me and I see her eyes are filling up. Now my arm goes around her shoulder and I pull her in to me.
“Babe, it doesn’t matter. It’s fine. Whatever happened, whatever you did. I love you and I understand why you might have done it. You were hardly cheating on me or going behind my back were you?”
Even though my warm words suggest total acceptance and understanding, my blood feels like it’s chilling my veins.
“He got it out in front of me”
“His cock?”
“Uh-huh” she nods.
“That’s OK” I kiss her forehead feeling my own cock now poking hard against the inside of my jeans.
“Then when Becky came back into the room. She said I could touch it if I wanted to.”
“And did you?”
She doesn’t answer, but she does look as if she’s about to cry. I take her drink from her then pull her into my arms here on the sofa, kissing her and reassuring her. I tell her no matter what she did it, won’t change how I feel. We won’t Iet it damage our relationship.
Then what surprises me most, is that she goes from seeming so upset to being so turned on. I can’t contain myself after what she’s told me and I unzip my pants. Without
a word she eagerly takes my cock then raises her hips off the sofa. Then I’m pulling down her panties as she continues to grip my pulsating erection.
“Put it in me now!”
She seems so excited, her pussy soaking wet, so warm and still hairless down there. She moans so deeply that it reverberates right through my chest as I plunge my erection into her.
“Did you touch his cock?” I ask, the words coming out of my mouth in synch with the rhythm of my hectic fucking. Her ankles grip my back and her hands claw at my hips, pulling me more deeply up her.
“Did you Lynne, did you touch Dominic’s cock?”
“Yes” the word explodes in my head
“Oh God!” I gasp above the noise of our groins as they slosh and slap together.
For a long while after we’ve both come, nothing is said as we lie in each other’s arms on the sofa. I’m thinking about what she told me. About how ‘considerate’ Becky had been. How she didn’t leave her to deal with Dom by herself. About how they’d both ‘played with him at the same time’. Lynne eventually admitted that he had come from a ‘hand-job’ but she wouldn’t say who had been holding him when he did.
Afterwards they persuaded Lynne to go upstairs with them and she watched as Becky rode him ‘cowgirl’.
“Did it turn you on?” I ask her now.
“Touching Dom’s cock, seeing him and Becky in bed?” I can feel my cock stirring again with my own words. Then she’s in my arms again and I’m kissing her. She’s moaning, feeling for my cock.
“Tell me you loved feeling Dominic’s cock” I pant as I break my mouth away from hers.
“Mmmm” her mouth is devouring mine.
“Tell me how you felt”
“I loved his cock. He’s enormous.”
“Oh babe!” I climb back between her legs and push myself into her wetness.
“I was jealous watching them together,” her mouth breaks from mine again and I’m sucking at her neck, inhaling her.
“Did you want his cock inside you?”
“Oh yes, and I wanted Becky too,” her body stiffens and she strains to claim her climax. Too late I overtake her and I’m spasming inside her. She yells to her own orgasm just as I’m falling still on top of her.
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