by Tina Clark
Natalie replied, unaware of Ed’s capriciousness, that she had warned him of Gloria’s volatility and fickleness and begged him at all costs to conceal from her, Natalie’s presence at their last assignation for were Gloria to inform Gerry, Natalie was in little doubt, that she would perish at his hands, even permitting that she, Natalie entertained the belief and fervent hope that Gloria, being of the same opinion would forswear it. She had no such concerns for Lisa however and put it to Ed that he should admit to another threesome with her and Don and take the consequences rather than say nothing at all and endure what would surely be worse.
But you weren’t at the last one, you cancelled from it at the last moment, much to my disappointment, Ed thought, You want your involvement erased back to Gloria’s initial discovery...on the back of what Gerry might do to you...and that drops it on my back! He grinned and took it under advisement, nodding and shaking his head in different places as he read her shrewd message. But I like you Natalie, perhaps I should call you Machiavelli, he thought and turned to Lisa.
She was more of a problem for although she was aware of Gloria’s discovery of Ed and Natalie neither of them had informed her of the results...fearing her reaction and its likely involvement of Leonard. Still, Ed believed that a lack of information was as potentially damaging as too much, but he limited his text to saying what a nice time he’d had but that Gloria had not in fact gone to her mother’s, and had caught him out - again. “Not to worry though Lisa, she knows nothing about you, and I won’t volunteer the information!”
“OMG!” Lisa replied, and then a lot about how much she hoped he was right and maybe they should call it a day...at least as far as she and Don were concerned. Ed had to laugh, Natalie may be astute and conniving but at least she was not as blatantly self-serving. He was on the point of replying, intent on informing her that Gloria’s inquisition had not ceased and that no one was safe when the Grand Inquisitor herself walked in the door and caught him, phone in hand and wearing shorts.
“What are we having?” she asked him.
He stared at her blankly rather like a child, face and hands covered in chocolate asked by his mother, “Who ate the sweets?”
“I’m starving,” she continued, “I’ve been out making your appointment at my salon to have your penis improvement...buying you a further item for your box as well as making a few purchases of my own, so naturally I imagined that my concerned and adoring husband would have had the foresight to cook the dinner. What are we having?”
“I was just about to start,” he said blushing at the inanity and conspicuous absurdity of his answer.
“Start what, phoning round for exotic ingredients? There’s a chicken in the fridge - you put it there. Gone off chicken have you?”
“I thought maybe beef, honey.”
“Beef and honey don’t go Ed,” Gloria told him, “And don’t call me that again.” She put her bag and the large sinister paper one down and laid her jacket on the chair. “I’ll go and begin the chopping,” she told him ominously, “You go and get your box!”
***
“Look honey,” Ed began when Gloria emerged from the kitchen and he had been standing waiting, holding the long wooden box for the half hour. “I know I’ve made mistakes...well, huge mistakes, but I’m really sorry.” She didn’t react at all and so Ed continued with, “And I know I was on the phone when you came in...and that probably looks really bad, but I was just phoning the club about a fixture...y’know, I’m really sore Gloria...”
“Then that call will be in your ‘Sent’ folder won’t it Ed?” and Ed nodded his head vigorously as Gloria continued, “I noted the time when I came in so if I looked through your phone and found the message and it displayed a time after that, then I would know that you were just being lying rat Ed again, wouldn’t I?”
“But there would only be ten minutes of a difference,” Ed said revealing exactly when he had sent the bogus text. “It could be a mistake!”
“Only if your phone is set to a different time from the clock...Shall we check?” Ed shook his head miserably, expecting the questioning to begin and knowing the worst was now inevitable.
“I also notice you are still wearing clothes, despite my explicit instruction not to...”
“But Mrs. Fraser can see in the patio door windows from her garden and I...”
“If Mrs. Fraser stands in her garden looking in our windows, that’s her choice, she can have no complaint. In any case I want her to know of the change in our living arrangements and become accustomed to them...so that we can use the garden...” Ed blanched and Gloria turned and pulled some bags out of the large paper one. “This one’s for you and these are mine,” and she tossed Ed a bag which when he caught it made his blood run cold. It was hard and heavy, about a foot and a half long, rod-like with something else loose inside the bag. “You can take it out and look if you like...I’m going to put this on...” and Gloria walked away into the downstairs bedroom.
It was like one of those things cartoonists draw medieval torturers wielding...a flail Ed thought it was called. Jesus! The loose things were strips of leather that were folded and wrapped around the wooden handle and Ed found himself relieved at least that there were no studs embedded in them.
“I could have got one with studs, I swithered a good deal, but I decided against...Why do you still have those shorts on?” she shouted at him standing there holding his nemesis, the tails trailing on the floor.
“Mrs. Fraser is outside!” Ed hissed holding very still so as not to attract her attention but staring amazed at Gloria, still in her white slacks but also wearing a red rubber Peek-a-Boo bra that was not so much, ‘Peek,’ as, ‘Boo!’ for the holes through which her breasts protruded were so large, that most of each emerged and were held up sticking into the air like a pair of racing zeppelins.
“Take them off...this instant!” Gloria snapped taking the instrument of torture from him and swishing it about. “I have already ruled on this matter...twice now which is once more than I intend to on any other in future!” Ed dragged his eyes off Gloria and pushed them to the side where Mrs. Fraser was standing watching probably wondering, quite innocently if decidedly nosily what they were doing, and pushed his shorts down over his hips pulling his erection down with them until it rebounded from the waistband and again from his belly and stood out, side-on to the startled woman.
“Hands above your head!” Gloria ordered and let fly with the scourge across Ed’s chest.
“Yaroo!” Ed shrieked. “Fuck that hurt! Kie-ripes!” and “Sha-fuque!” as Gloria fired another two at him, the lash swishing through the air but cracking like a rifle shot when it landed on Ed.
“That’s terrific!” Gloria shouted holding the thing up staring at it as though it was a new labour saving device for the kitchen while Ed twisted about rubbing his body and pulling faces like the All Blacks performing the Haka. “Money well spent!” and she waved to Mrs. Fraser who waved back and took a step or two nearer and craned her neck forward. “Oh well, I suppose an audience is good,” Gloria said and delivered another two swipes, the first across Ed’s stomach and the second lower.
“Honey!” Ed shrieked, but it was too late, the third landed square across his genitals and thighs dropping him screaming onto the carpet, writhing in agony and clutching his burning cock and balls.
“There!” Gloria said. “I’m afraid I just couldn’t resist that Ed and I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get used to it. You’ve got an erection...well had, so you’re aware of the sexual element to punishment...and punishing, what is after all the offending member present...is not only to be expected, but just!...And let’s face it, fun!” With that Gloria dropped the scourge on top of Ed telling him to, “Put it in your box...neatly!” and went outside to talk to Mrs. Fraser who was by now leaning over the garden fence.
When Ed finished rolling about the
floor and could stop his throat screaming, he staggered to his feet and peered out into the garden. Mrs. Fraser was still in her last position but her head was snapping back and forth between the window...revealing her mouth to be wide open, her eyes staring...and Gloria, still wearing her red rubber bra, the tips of her breasts standing up bright pink in the sharp breeze and waving her arm about like a tennis pro in what was clearly some kind of a demonstration.
Ed sank down into a crouch and groaned at the pain, more or less all over but worse in his balls. His erection, as Gloria had remarked, had subsided but to his genuine surprise, as the pain eased, it came back stronger, longer and harder than ever. “Uhh?” Ed said and jumped up staring at it bringing him and it to Mrs. Fraser’s attention.
The afore mentioned had been adopting some of Gloria’s poses even attempting some of the more advanced back handed moves but she stopped all that when her eyes alighted on Ed and Mr. Throbby. She smiled and waved and shook her imaginary whip at him, and Ed smiled back and mimed, “Ouch!” at her, wondering which of them was most off their head.
“That was nice...” Gloria told Ed when she came back in, “...Your performance at the window. Mrs. Fraser appeared most charmed and not a little distracted by it. I was correcting her entirely erroneous impression that I was whipping you with a flail. I informed her that I was in fact lashing you with a flogger. She seemed slightly ambiguous about the difference at first, a flail being an agricultural tool or a medieval knights weapon of entirely different construction where as a flogger, as you now know is a lash. I told her that if she was interested in learning the technique, which is rather involved, there being so many of them...and quite difficult to master - but utterly fascinating, she should search under Florentine Flogging on the internet as I did. Have you put the potatoes on?”
Ed shook his head, terrified, but Gloria said, “Oh well it can’t be helped, probably slipped your mind in the excitement. I’ve invited her in sometime...Mrs. Fraser - she asked. She intimated that she would be very interested in witnessing one of our little sessions. Can’t see why not,” Gloria ended and went to put the potatoes on, “Incidentally Ed, you called me ‘honey’ again.”
***
Gloria didn’t care much about Ed’s job anymore, but she let him go to it on Monday morning dully conceding that she required some kind of income especially now that she had given up her part time job, or more accurately, phoned up and told them to shove it. She was going round to speak to Leonard. He had left for work as normal that morning but only parked around the corner until Lisa left for her job, Leonard having taken a ‘flexi’ as Gloria instructed so they could be alone together, “To talk as well,” as she put it.
“I’ve changed Leonard,” she said settling into his couch with a cup of tea. “And I have to admit it’s all Ed’s doing. Before all this I was such a dullard, then when it happened I was pathetic. Later I became paranoid and very angry thinking that Ed and Natalie were scheming behind my back and continuing with their liaison...and now, I couldn’t care less. Actually, that’s not quite true, I want them to.”
“You do?” Leonard said not following at all. He had had a miserable weekend in stark contrast to Gloria. He and Lisa had turned circles around each other like two cats in a cage, hardly speaking in case they gave something away, both suspicious that the other knew what they had been up to. “I think I’m in the pathetic stage,” he said. “I know that Lisa’s been having an affair with Ed and Don, in the presence of Natalie...”
Gloria laughed, “Honestly Leonard, you make her sound like chlorophyll. She was having sex with Natalie too!”
“What?” Leonard exclaimed.
“Well of course she was!” Gloria insisted. “That’s what women do in a foursome. I’ve read all about it on the internet. I’ve had sex with her too...No, not Lisa - Natalie!”
“You have?”
“Yes of course! Why shouldn’t I? She gives head better than Ed...almost as good as you do Leonard...” and she stopped and laughed and put her hand in his lap searching for the erection that she knew her words would have created. “See, you love it, all men do, why shouldn’t women?”
Leonard was too confused by Gloria’s question to answer so she opened his trousers and let his penis out, playing with it in her fingers while he struggled to accept the contention that Lisa had made love to a woman and was not therefore the Lisa he knew, or at least not only that. “I just can’t imagine her...” he said.
“No, but you won’t have to, she’ll do it again, at my party. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
***
She lay on Lisa’s bed with her knees in the air, her hair over her face and her finger in her mouth as Leonard kissed the inside of her thighs and slowly worked his way down. “Hmmm,” she murmured as he kissed her outer lips and pulled at them gently with his teeth before dipping his head and pushing his nose between them to open her slit up to his face.
She let her knees fall open wider, keen to help and was rewarded by his lips kissing her clitoris, so gently, and her tangled labia - lips to lips. “Oh that’s beautiful Leonard,” she whispered, “Tongue me.”
At first he used only the tip, like an octopus’s tentacle searching amongst sea grass for treasure, pieces of eight, turning a figure of eight between her labia, softly - stirring...now in circles, licking at the moisture between them, sucking both into his mouth and chewing...gentle...“Ah!” so gentle, on them.
“Lick me,” breathless. His head moved down bringing his open mouth over her clitoris and his probing tongue in contact. It pressed, convulsing it, erecting it, popping its hood to be toyed with, sucked between soft lips, imprisoned between his teeth and rasped over...again and again, the sensation building, irresistibly...her vagina flooding.
“I’m going to come soon,” she said her voice shaking, knowing it was just the first, knowing it would give her release to enjoy the others more energetically but loving the first...always so gentle, the first.
“Please now!” begging, the pressure bursting...unbearable. “Aw - ah! Don’t stop!” knowing he wouldn’t, “Aw yes Leonard! Aw! Uh!” and sinking down dizzy still coming as his tongue turned revolutions in her pussy, rasping over her clit determined to bring her on again quickly and succeeding as the waves mounting, crashing over her, drowning her, surging in her slit, her clitoris opening up like a coral to his tongue, invading it, penetrating it, crushing it. “Aaah!”
She screamed this time and her body shook with the shock of it, throwing her arms to the sides, her breasts rebounding, quivering, the nipples torturing her with their own need to be sucked so that she captured them between her fingers and squeezed them, moaning at their pleasure.
His hands went to the base of her thighs, his thumbs hard in the soft flesh, the fat, and pushed them up, forcing her legs and abdomen high, her hips leaving the bed, her bum up, her cunt coming clear...wide open to his mouth. He covered her hole and pushed his tongue in, turning from side to side, pushing at its slick surface, drawing gasps and shudders from her, uncaring about the rudeness, her invasion, the usury of her body, its outing. “Aw fuck Leonard!” she screamed loud enough for the neighbours streets away to discern. “More! Further fucking in! Ah yes! Ah yes! Aaah!”
He kept her bum up, held in his arms while her body bucked and her pussy convulsed to his continuing tonguing as he sucked at her juices, draining her, lapping at her cunt like a dog at a bone then he withdrew and knelt up over her and roughly turned her over unresisting, to lie there panting, waiting.
She felt the bed bounce as he got up and she heard, without listening, him pulling his clothes off, and then the bed going down as he got back on. She had pressed her legs tightly together in response to the continuing spasms in her vagina, but now he pushed them apart and grasping her hips he pulled her bum up into a kneeling position. She struggled up on to her arms, “Leonard?” He had never
been like this, but he knocked her arms to the side making her fall onto her face and he pushed his tongue into the cleft of her bottom, briefly licking the length of it before roughly burying it in her anus.
“Uuuh!” She groaned but held still feeling something new, sensing a change in him and something different coming. Something that excited her, frightened her. His face lifted, leaving her hole wet and cold as he shuffled into position to take her from behind. That welcome feeling, cock in her pussy, pushing all the way up, her gasping again, no subtlety this time, a fucking, then his hand in her hair pulling her body up, her arms supporting it, taking the few thrusts before the cock withdrew and she felt its repositioning in her bum-hole. “I’ve never done this,” she began to explain, knowing she had no control, knowing it was going to happen, knowing she would stop it if she could, glad that she couldn’t. “Aw - wh!” as its blunt head forced entry. “Aww!” as it kept going, burning at first...filling her up. Panic. “Please no!” But it was no use and he fucked her hard and let her take it until the pain and the burn subsided and the pressure produced pleasure again. Gloria didn’t know where she came from...it seemed to be her entire body. He let her collapse when he did, over her, and they lay for, she didn’t know how long. She thought he slept.