by Ed Bemand
Carol stared longingly at their backs as they walked out of the café. After five years, she longed for the ability to do anything against Melanie. Just once, to disagree with her, to speak out with contempt for her oh so trite views on all this pompous garbage that they read. Better still, to go wherever those two were going. It was bound to be more fun.
“Did you bring your car?” Camilla asked when they were outside.
“It’s parked round the corner.”
“Good. Let’s go for a little drive.”
“Time to give Alex another special moment?”
“I wouldn’t want to be too repetitive, it kills the excitement.”
“Then what?”
“How long since you last had sex with him?”
“Months now. Not since before...”
“Do you want to?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Only if you let it be. Will you do what I tell you?”
“Of course.”
Camilla kissed her softly on the lips and smiled at her.
“Good girl. Don’t worry. Camilla knows best.”
Maria couldn’t stop herself from smiling back, even though she was feeling nervous.
“Do you want me to wait in the car again?”
“Just for a few minutes. I’ll come and get you then.”
“What then?”
“Just wait here and I’ll get you when it’s time.”
Camilla opened the car door and got out. She removed her coat. Underneath she was wearing her corset and skirt
“He doesn’t deserve you.”
“Don’t be so mean. That’s the man you love. Anyway, he doesn’t get to have me.”
“What are you planning?”
Camilla shushed her gently.
“Patience dear. I’ll be back in a few moments. Just give me a hand quickly to tighten these stays, then pass me my crop.”
Maria did what she was told. Hopefully none of her neighbours would see her adjusting the corsetry of a woman in a blatant S&M outfit right outside her house... Did neighbourhood watch care about that sort of thing? Probably it was the moments they lived for.
Camilla emerged from the front door and walked to the car as quickly as her heels would permit.
“Come on. Keep quiet.”
“What are you up to?”
Camilla silenced her with a look. Chastened, Maria looked down and followed her into the house, barely remembering to lock the car behind her.
She couldn’t stifle a twisted laugh when she saw her husband, naked, bound and blind-folded on a chair in the middle of the living room, his cock as hard and swollen as she had ever seen it.
“What have you done to him?” She whispered.
Camilla stood very close to her, keeping her voice low.
“Don’t you want to fuck him?”
“Seriously?”
“Wouldn’t you like it if I was telling you what to do?”
“Yes please.”
“Then take off your clothes and get ready to fuck your husband.”
Maria laughed, then stifled it with her hand, remembering she was supposed to stay as quiet as possible. Maria’s nervousness almost overcame her excitement at this strange situation, but Camilla’s deft fingers stirred moisture between her legs.
“What should I do?”
“Take his long, hard cock inside your beautiful wet pussy, and then just do what comes naturally. Don’t rush it. Enjoy the moment.”
“Okay.”
Camilla kissed her gently.
“For luck. Now go on. It’s been far too long for both of you.”
Naked, Maria approached her bound husband nervously. Was it her imagination or was his cock bigger than it used to be? If it wasn’t for Camilla’s whispered instructions her nerve would have failed her.
“Stand over him, legs apart. Don’t touch him. Just stand there. Good. Now lean down, just a little bit. Can you stay like that? Good. Now slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Slowly. Just let the tip of it tickle you. Good girl.”
Maria was trying her best to keep quiet, but Camilla could still hear the soft noises escaping her as she followed her instructions. Long minutes passed with Camilla keeping a hushed running commentary, forcing Maria to go more slowly, oh so slowly, exploring the feeling of Alex’s cock deep inside her.
When Camilla finally told Maria that it was time for her to cum she was relieved. The last few fevered pushes that brought both Alex and Maria to climax were exquisite.
Maria was brought out of the moment by a light touch on her shoulder and the sound Camilla whispering.
“You can’t just roll over and go to sleep. You’ve got to stand up and leave the room now.”
Maria obeyed, with difficulty. Her legs were feeling a bit wobbly. Struggling not to trip over, she made her way across the room. Camilla smiled.
“You look like you enjoyed that. Now put your clothes on and go and wait in the car. Then you can sit down and get yourself together. I’ll deal with him.”
Maria nodded and smiled shakily. She was sure her clothes weren’t usually this complicated.
Alex was bubbling saliva around his ball-gag but Camilla didn’t seem concerned. His cock was still hard and cum was dribbling from it.
Maria managed to pick up all her clothes and put most of them on properly, then stumbled outside to the car. She was glad when she was sat down in it with the door shut.
Camilla came out of the house a few minutes later. She opened the car door and got in. She was still smiling.
“How was it?”
“It was different, not like it used to be.”
“However ridiculous they can be, there is something special about a nice hard cock.”
“It might have been him inside me but it wasn’t him that made me cum.”
“You’re welcome, dear.”
Maria hugged Camilla close, feeling lucky.
“Does it make you want him more?”
“It makes me want you more.”
“How are you feeling?”
“A bit shaky. You haven’t got a cigarette have you?”
“Sorry.”
“Pity. I really fancy one.”
“I wonder why.”
“Sorry. This must be tough. You didn’t get anything out of it.”
“Tell you what, let’s head to my place. We can buy you cigarettes on the way. Then, you can put your head between my thighs and lick me ‘til I can’t take anymore.”
“That sounds great.”
When Maria got home that night it was even later than the week before. She felt exhausted. Camilla had made good on her promise, pressing Maria’s face against her sex, grinding against her as she climaxed. Maria’s tongue felt sore afterwards, but she wanted to thank her friend, and what better way to do it than with orgasms?
Maria didn’t want to think too hard about what was happening. She just wanted to enjoy the feelings without the guilt that was trailing off the edge of them.
“Where have you been, are you okay?” He seemed genuinely concerned when she finally got home.
“I’m okay, it’s fine. Let’s just go to bed.”
Maria lay in bed, still tingling faintly, tasting Camilla on her lips. As she dozed, she found herself drawing closer to him. They used to always sleep pressed against each other. When had that stopped? She wasn’t sure but she missed the closeness.
She slept through the night, and was still dozing when he left to go to work. He kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered “bye”. She rolled over and slept for another hour, delaying the inevitable moment when she had to confront what had happened.
She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel. It was weird enough maintaining the charade when she’d just known that Camilla had given him a little motivation for what he was clearly doing anyway, but surely things were worse now? Hadn’t her husband let another woman tie him to a chair, then gag and blindfold him and mount his cock? Of course it had really been M
aria that he had been fucking but he couldn’t have known that. As far as he was concerned, he had just fucked another woman. Didn’t she deserve to be angry at him? Not really of course, since she had already had several delicious sessions with Camilla that had been much more involved than his own brief moments. Even after Alex had cum inside her, hadn’t it been Camilla that she wanted to sneak off with for a vigorous session of oral pleasure?
The aftermath of her pleasure seemed to be guilt, even if she couldn’t deny that it had felt good having Alex’s cock inside her, for the first time in far too long.
She had a long shower, cleansing herself of her deeds of the day before.
Dry and dressed, what was she supposed to do with the day? Somehow she didn’t really feel like watching hours of vacuous TV. She turned the TV on regardless, but it served as background while she cleaned the house for a few hours. She wiped the seat of the chair that Alex had been sat on the night before. Was that a mark left by a stray drop of cum she could see?
When she tired of cleaning, she sought a way to occupy herself for the afternoon. On impulse she decided to cook a proper meal for them. Lately, she’d become so indifferent about food that her standards had practically slipped to Alex’s level, so it felt nice to put some effort into cooking for a change. She had spent so long watching cookery shows in the last few months, some of the content should have stuck, surely.
Though not entirely happy with the result, it was undeniably much better fare than they’d had lately. Of course, it would be nice if the sauce had thickened the way it had when the bloke on TV had done it, but you couldn’t have everything. Anyway, Alex wasn’t known for having very discerning tastes and probably wouldn’t know the difference.
He greeted her with a tentative kiss when he got back from work. He seemed to at least understand that she’d put a lot of effort into the food.
“This is great. What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion, I just thought it might be nice to have a proper meal for once.”
“No complaints from me.”
After dinner and a few glasses of wine each, they ended up in bed. He fell asleep quickly. Her fingers roamed under the duvet and found his cock. It was soft, so much smaller than it had been when she had ridden it. She traced its line gently with her fingers. It didn’t take much to make it stir to life.
What had Camilla said, about cocks being easy once you knew what to do with them? She squeezed Alex’s delicately, remembering how the smooth hardness had felt deep inside her. There was indeed something special about a nice hard cock. If he woke up right now, rolled her over and just fucked her, it would be fine, she could be happy. He couldn’t though, could he?
Chapter 11 - Alex finds out
“Maria? What’s going on?” Alex was shocked and confused. His wife was stood there in a skimpy white silk nightie, holding hands with the dominatrix who had been visiting him for the last few weeks, a woman wearing a strap-on dildo that she had threatened to fuck him with mere moments ago.
“Shh... remember what I said? You don’t want me to gag you, do you?” Camilla’s tone was commanding. Alex would have curled into a ball and tried to hide, had he not been tied spread-eagled to the bed.
“Don’t worry, Alex. I’ve been taking care of Maria. There’s no need to be jealous.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. It’s okay. Camilla knows best.”
“Who’s Camilla?”
“She is.” Maria spoke for the first time.
“You know her?”
“Yes.” Maria replied simply.
Alex’s mind was reeling. He’d already felt like he was on very thin ice with the whole situation, but now he was finding that his wife was already involved in it.
Camilla let go of Maria’s hand and idly fondled her breasts. Still having to awkwardly crane his neck, Alex could just see the bumps of Maria’s nipples where they pushed against the thin fabric of her nightie.
“She’s beautiful, don’t you think? Far better than you deserve.”
“I know.”
“You’ve not been acting like you know it.”
Camilla kissed Maria on the lips, slowly, lingeringly. Could Alex be faulted for his arousal at the sight? Camilla gently lifted the bottom of Maria’s nightie with her hand. As it moved higher the top of her thighs was revealed, and what lay between them.
Camilla ran her fingers over Maria’s skin, stroking her gently. She moved them around, lightly caressing her pussy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his wife looking so sexy.
“She’s already wet, you know, and something tells me that it’s not you that’s turning her on right now.”
Maria moved in for another kiss but Camilla kept it short.
“Not now, dear. I’m talking to your husband.” Something she did with her hand made Maria shiver but Alex couldn’t see properly. “Doesn’t she just look so very...” she searched for the right word, “fuckable. Don’t you think, Alex?”
“She’s beautiful.”
“But I bet you’ve not bothered to tell her that, have you? Or how much you want to fuck her. Don’t you want to fuck her, Alex?”
“Of course I do.”
“Can you think of a good reason why I should let you do it?”
“She’s my wife.”
“So? That didn’t stop you from wanting someone else.”
“Or her, apparently.”
That earned him a swipe from the crop. She caught him on the upper side of his cock, about half way down the shaft. It hurt, but not as much as he might have expected.
“Right now, I think I’ve got more right to what’s between her legs than you do. Do you want to hear what Maria thinks?” Her hand closed over Maria’s pussy, shielding it from Alex’s view.
“Please Maria, I love you...”
“Do you believe him Maria?” She nodded shyly. “You’re too trusting, dear. Why don’t you go over to your husband, let him see what he’s been missing.”
At Camilla’s bidding, Maria went over to the bed, climbed onto it, and sat astride him, her knees either side of his chest, his erect cock visible below her bottom. Her nightie had ridden up above her hips, revealing the smooth wetness of her open pussy, longing to be filled. It was so close to him but he couldn’t reach it.
“She’s got a beautiful pussy, hasn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like to, Alex, would you like to fuck your wife?”
“Of course I want to.”
“She’s soft and warm and I’ve made her very wet, but I don’t think you deserve her. Not yet. Bend over, Maria.”
Maria adjusted her position. Now she was on her hands and knees, her breasts tantalisingly close to his face. Her bottom was raised and her legs wide apart. Alex couldn’t look down enough to see, but he knew she was offering herself to Camilla.
Alex’s cock was still standing firm, but aside from her thighs on either side of him, he wasn’t touching any part of her.
Camilla approached them, stroking Maria with her gloved fingers.
“She’s very wet now Alex. Such a pity you can’t reach to feel it. You’re pretty wet yourself, in fact. You look almost ready to burst. I’ll have to do something about that.”
She pulled a small coil of white cord from her bag, and proceeded to bind it around his cock and balls, passing loops around and tightening them dispassionately. The lashing tied off she smiled at her handiwork. He was swollen and it ached already.
“We can’t have you cumming without permission and if you’ve been holding it in as much as you say you have it won’t take very much for you to explode and make a mess.”
All Alex could do was watch as Camilla delicately probed his wife’s pussy with her fingers. She then positioned the end of her dildo at Maria’s opening and started to ease her way inside. Maria made soft squeaks and Alex could feel her hot breath on his face. Her eyes were closed to focus on the sensation. Her mouth was o
pen and she seemed to be loving it.
With a slowly increasing rhythm, the woman fucked Maria until she screamed climax, then kept going as she shuddered and moaned until post-orgasmic sensitivity made her beg for mercy, a pause in the barrage inside her.
Sensation had rendered Maria unable to speak properly, but she moaned pleased syllables.
Of course Alex was turned on by it, but no-one was doing anything to him and his cock was tied tightly enough to make it throb. He was just there, an observer, barely a part of the fucking that was happening so close to his body and his hungry, swollen cock.
Maria’s knees weakened and she slumped down onto him, most of her weight on his stomach. His cock rubbed against her bottom. If only she could keep doing that...
“I think she’s almost done now. Did you like that, Alex, me making your wife scream? Does she scream like that for you? It’s probably been so long that you can’t remember.” Maybe I should do to you what I just did to her. See how much you like it.”
He was a bit dubious about the whole thing, but still horny enough that there wasn’t much that he would say no to in that moment.
“Maybe you’d rather have a little moment with Maria yourself?”
“Please. Anything.”
The head of Alex’s cock was dribbling fluid, a string ran from its head to the gathering pool on the sheet between his legs.
“Maria, what do you think?”
Words were beyond her but she sounded fine with it. Camilla deftly undid the knots, causing blood to surge freely in his cock. The ache was almost enough to make him want reprieve, but how could he refuse the chance to fuck his beautiful wife?
“Go on Maria, put it inside you.”
Dazed as she was, Maria still followed Camilla’s instruction, raising herself above Alex enough to guide his cock to the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet and open already, she was able to practically fall onto it without resistance.
A shocked noise escaped Alex as his eager cock was suddenly enveloped by her warmth.
“Go on Maria, remind him what he’s missing.”
Slowly, Maria started to grind against Alex, moving her hips in circuits, sliding a little way off him and back down, pressing against him.