Summary

What are you supposed to do when the person you love won’t fuck you? Alex and Maria are married and still in love. He’s got a decent job and they live in a nice house, but they haven’t had sex since her miscarriage. Alex is sympathetic and doesn’t want to pressure her, but it leaves him needing an outlet. Maria’s decision to join a book club will give her a reason to get out of the house and meet new people, and him an opportunity to indulge his burgeoning passion for bondage porn in private. How long will it take for Alex to realise what his wife is getting up to on Tuesday nights and who the mysterious new woman in his life is? This book contains graphic sexual content and is for adults only.

Chapter 1: What Alex wanted

Alex and Maria had been married for about two years. Alex claimed that he preferred just being with the woman that he loved and that his wild days of impulsively chasing skirts were behind him. He meant it too, he really did prefer being with her. Not that he’d ever been very successful when he had been trying to chase women. He’d always felt a bit awkward about sex. Most of his early experiences were heavily reliant on alcohol to overcome his embarrassment. He didn’t have sex sober until he was in his twenties.

Though Alex and Maria had never really talked about sex, it didn’t stop them from having it. When they wanted to do it things just seemed to happen organically. He didn’t have to tell her to do things. Communication while they were fucking was through movement and eye contact. The noises that she made during climax were wordless and he didn’t tend to make much noise anyway.

They had found a variety of sexual positions that worked well for each of them in different ways. Missionary was the simplest for him to be able to cum in, which could be a good or a bad thing, depending on the moment. Doggy was good for pounding her but some of the angles he thrust at could be painful for her if he wasn’t careful. Careful defeated the point of pounding. From time to time she liked to be on top of him. Looking up at the ceiling wasn’t his favoured position but she liked it because it gave her the ability to guide the rhythm. She could grind her pussy against him, getting the stimulus she needed. It was the only time that he ever felt like she could be too rough, when the bones of her pelvis dug into his flesh and made him wince. The rest of the time her touch was more tentative and cautious.

Once she gave him a pair of handcuffs as a joke present. He couldn’t figure out which one of them she was suggesting should end up wearing them and his inability to tell and unwillingness to ask meant that they lay unused in a drawer.

When Maria became pregnant, she was very happy. They were married and in love, they owned a house, of course they wanted to have a child together. Alex’s job was dull but well enough paid that it made sense to both of them that she should stay home to focus on looking after their soon-to-appear child.

Her miscarriage was a difficult setback.

Even if Alex hadn’t exactly wanted kids, he hadn’t not wanted them and was happy enough to go along with it. Maria seemed so happy when she found out she was pregnant. He missed that. Things never really seemed to happen between them after that. In theory at least, they both wanted to keep trying to have a child together but in practise they hadn’t had sex in months.

How long was sympathy supposed to continue for? At what point did it go beyond feeling legitimately sad and become something that she should be shaken out of? Free from immediate financial pressures, Alex didn’t mind that Maria didn’t want to go back to work, but did that mean that she would just spend the rest of her life sat at home? He got used to getting in from work and finding her sprawled on the sofa, eyes glazed over from staring at the TV, usually not even properly dressed.

The room that they had been calling the nursery had been relabelled as the office and now it had a desk in it where it was supposed to have a cot. Alex was just glad he hadn’t let her talk him into painting the walls in some hideous colour. At least this way he had a little privacy for what was increasingly his only sexual outlet.

When his mother wanted to embarrass Alex in front of people, she would tell them that he had held onto his cock with one little fist for most of his waking hours for the first couple of years of his life. It wasn’t something he could remember so he didn’t think it fair that he could be held accountable for his conduct at that time in his life. Regardless, as the years went on he continued to spend a fair amount of time gripping his own cock.

Porn had been a presence in his masturbatory life for as long as he could remember. In his early teens he scavenged a small collection of photos of naked women. At that stage he had little genuine pornography and relied on lucky finds in magazines and catalogues. Later he was able to scour the vast array of online pornography and see all manner of startling things that might never have occurred to him otherwise.

Since being with Maria he had certainly wanked less than at his adolescent peak, but it was unlikely that more than a month in their marriage had not found him chance to pleasure himself. It wasn’t something that they had ever talked about and he preferred it that way. What gave him pleasure in private would have been awkward to be confronted with.

Recently the tone of the pornography that he was watching had started to take a very singular direction. Where before his main interest had always been in seeing women’s bodies as much as possible, now he found himself drawn to scenes involving women doing things to men. He had never before felt drawn to images involving men and had generally found them off-putting. He wanted to look at women doing things and had spent a while exclusively watching lesbian porn to make sure that he never had to look at cocks. After all, he had no interest in men, so why would he want to spoil his fun by having to see them getting in the way when he was trying to look at naked girls?

The stuff he was watching now wasn’t like that though, when men fucked women and you could see their swollen cocks thrusting in and out of pussies and their clumsy hands squeezing breasts.

He was watching something different. The shot was closely framed, locked-off on a close-up of a man’s crotch. An arm covered to above the elbow in black PVC reached out to stroke the cock. It wasn’t a remarkable cock, if anything it was smaller than Alex’s and it looked like the man had a gut. The cock was framed in leather. Straps wrapped around it. Swollen purple flesh showing around the side of the straps showing how harshly they bit. The strokes were rough, abusive even. The man cried out but kept begging for more. He had to keep the volume down on the video, painfully aware that Maria was supposedly asleep in the next room. He gripped his own cock and stroked it hard but nowhere near as hard as the gloved hand was stroking the bound man.

Despite how much of his screen it occupied, it wasn’t the cock that Alex was interested in. It was what she was doing to it. She. How could he even be sure? Black PVC gloves didn’t make it possible for him to tell really. It could have been anyone. When he was done and thinking about it, maybe that would bother him, but while he was horny and in the moment he didn’t care. In his mind, the hand was a she, and what she was doing to the cock was making him want to burst.

Part of him wished she could do it to his cock. Most of him was scared. How much would it hurt to have those leather straps biting into the flesh of his balls and cock? Could it even be fun if it hurt that much? If the hardness on the screen was a fair judge, this man was enjoying it. Surely you couldn’t fake that.

There was a careless aggression to the way that she pumped it, forcing it back and forth, slamming it in awkward directions. It was like it didn’t matter to her what she did. Pain or pleasure were irrelevant. She knew that she could make it cum and she was going to get there however she wanted.

Had the man known what he was getting himself into when he had submitted to be so tightly bound and restrained? Was this like the way that he’d heard all women fantasised about rape in some way? Surely it couldn’t be rape when his cock was so swollen and had drops of pre-cum gathering on its glistening head? Was it still rape when he was turned on?

He didn’t know. He didn’t care. His world was as restricted as the view of the camera. It was just him and her. The cock and the hand so vigorously pumping it, his own hands mimicking the gestures in their own pale way. He couldn’t do what she was doing to himself, it just wasn’t possible. The way that she dug her nails into his balls and twisted them. No man could do that to himself. Why would they even want to? And yet… somehow, when he saw it, he still wished that it was his balls that were being tortured, that the gloved hand was causing him that pain, rather than the man on the screen.

When he had cum he felt sick and dizzy. It was like he’d committed an infidelity even though he had touched no-one but himself. He felt bad about what he had done, but he also knew that within a few days he would find himself doing it all over again.

He was glad that Maria didn’t know the things that he kept making himself cum over. He couldn’t imagine cheating on her. He had always told himself he wasn’t like the guys he knew that were happy to carry on with other women behind their wives’ backs, making their marriage a complicated deception. He wanted to be true to her. That being said, he still wanted a woman to tie him down and jerk his cock ’til it was purple and he begged for mercy. Couldn’t he have both?

He couldn’t imagine Maria doing that to him. She just wasn’t that type of girl. She was a good, honest, sensible girl. She balanced her finances and always made sure she had money left at the end of the month. She didn’t rush into things, didn’t make stupid decisions. She had a good, level-head on her shoulders, as her father was always proud of telling him. She wasn’t flighty and wild, not like her older sister.

Most of the time, Alex was glad that he had been lucky enough to win the heart of the good girl. Bad girls weren’t worth the effort in the long run. However much fun the moments might be, they weren’t a substitute for a stable, healthy relationship. And that was what he had. A proper marriage with a woman he loved. He shouldn’t feel such a need to spend time wanking off at the image of another man’s cock being aggressively abused. How could he expect her to be able to do the increasingly weird things that were in his mind? Even if she could, how could he expect to be able to look at her the same way afterwards?

Part of him wished he could get these images out of his head and just not think about it anymore. Be happy with what he had. That didn’t feel like a choice that was open to him. He couldn’t unthink these things. They were inside his mind now. He had found himself daydreaming these images in idle moments. His mind was full of biting leather straps and shiny PVC and swollen cocks.

It wasn’t something that he felt he could talk about with anyone. He was ashamed to tell his wife and would have been too embarrassed to discuss it with his friends.

He met a friend for a drink after work. Alex had worked with Joe in a couple of places over the years. They had shared many drinks and a few interesting moments in that time. Before Alex had married Maria they had gone out looking for girls together. Joe always seemed to be able to find a willing hole, but Alex always consoled himself that it was because Joe had no standards, whereas Alex preferred to be more choosy about where he was willing to put his cock. Back then they talked of their various conquests openly enough. Surely what he needed to talk about now wasn’t all that different really.

“How are things at home?”

“Maria’s okay, I suppose. It’s not great.”

“It’s understandable that she’s down for a while.”

Alex took a deep breath and tried to figure out how to say it.

“We haven’t had sex since since…”

“Her miscarriage?”

“Yes, but really since she found out she was pregnant.”

Joe seemed to be counting off the months in his head.

“Not at all?”

Alex shook his head.

“That’s rough.”

Joe got up to get more drinks, seemingly having decided that they had reached the logical conclusion of that conversation. Alex sat there stewing while Joe was at the bar. He tried to think of a subtle way to steer the conversation to what was bothering him. It wasn’t working.

“You still watch porn, right?” He ventured.

Joe shrugged.

“There’s two kinds of men in this world. Wankers and liars.”

Alex chose to interpret that as simple agreement.

“What do you watch?”

“Looking for suggestions are you? ’Fraid I can’t help. I’ve never paid that much attention to the details. The girl on screen doing nasty things is what’s got my attention.”

“Yes, but what kind of things?”

“You’ve been married for a while now, haven’t you? Isn’t it a bit overdue for you to want to have a chat about the birds and the bees?”

“I know how it all works, but surely even you can’t think that that’s all there is to sex?”

“You mean can it be just for fun? I’m pretty sure most people have learned to accept that one these days.”

“Do you ever watch anything… unusual?”

“You mean like that video with the two midgets and the fat chick?”

Alex shuddered at the memory of that particular item of unspeakable modern cultural ephemera.

“Not like that.”

“You don’t think that counts as unusual? Maybe you spend all your days positioning the ladder so you can get your end away, but to me that was pretty fucking unusual.”

“What about stuff where the women are, y’know…”

“Really guys?”

“No, that’s sick.”

“Some of them are really hot. Imagine how surprised you’d be when it poked you.”

“Is this what you think about?”

“I think about a lot of stuff.”

“Must be why I don’t normally ask.”

“But you are asking.”

“It’s just…”

Joe let the pause continue until it mutated into an awkward silence.

“If you’re going to keep just stopping I’m going to need another drink. I expect you to manage a proper sentence when I come back from the bar.”

It wasn’t easy.

“Do you ever think about women doing stuff to you?”

“Like in the arse? Sure.”

“Women, lady-boys, you just want people that can fuck you, is that it?”

“A couple of guys too.”

“Really? I never thought that.”

Joe shrugged.

“It was years ago. I was bored and they were there. You should try it.”

Alex was willing to take Joe’s word for it but he wasn’t tempted to try it.

“Does your wife know?”

“Probably. She never asked.”

“What about tying you down and doing stuff?”

“I’ve never done that kind of stuff.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not something that I’ve ever been into. I like to have my hands free.”

Alex stared at his drink.

“So you’re getting hung up on finding a big strong woman to boss you around the place?” His curiosity provoked, Joe probed.

“I just keep thinking about things… about being tied down.”

“Whatever floats your boat. What’s the problem?”

“I could never expect Maria to do that kind of thing.”

“And?”

“I’m married to her.”

The silence conveyed the repeated question.

“That’s all there is. I made a choice. Just me and her.”

“Don’t you think she’s ever done anything?”

“What? Cheated on me? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Call it what you want. Don’t you think she has?”

“She hasn’t. She’d have told me.”

“Of course. I bet she’d rush to tell you right after she’d finished getting fucked through the wall.”

“Don’t say things like that. She’s my wife.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Alex tried to convince himself that Joe was just stirring up trouble. He was just saying it to give Alex the excuse to commit the first infidelity. And what if he did? By that logic wouldn’t that mean that she was entitled to do it herself whether she already had or not? Wouldn’t that be the end of their marriage?

He went back to just trying not to think about it. He tried to stop looking at the pictures but it was all that turned him on. His mind was getting crowded with confusing images. He frantically pumped his cock while watching beautiful women in a variety of aspects. But it was all so very dull. He had got so used to the forcefulness… the strength of personality of the other stuff. Conventional sex seemed so mundane and flavourless by comparison.

He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted the imaginary woman to do to him, but that was part of it, the excitement and uncertainty about what might happen. Wouldn’t it be so much simpler if she could just appear and take control, doing whatever she wanted, what he needed?

He couldn’t imagine Maria ever being able to take charge of him like that. She just wasn’t that kind of girl. She had enough trouble deciding what they should have for dinner. In some ways Alex didn’t mind her habitual indecisiveness. It invariably meant that they went to see the films he wanted, ate from the restaurants and takeaways he liked, but it might have been nice if she could have had her own opinion or desire sometimes. If she could have been a bit stronger…

There was no point worrying about it though. He knew his wife and she wasn’t like that. She was nice and good and loyal and caring, but she wasn’t the kind of girl that wanted to wear PVC and treat him like that. He knew her.

So what could he do? These desires were there and the more he tried to push them down and forget about them the more they just kept bubbling up and bothering him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He found himself getting aroused by his daydreams in work. It was embarrassing. He’d be sat at his desk, doing what he had to do and then some chance thought would stir his cock into life and he’d have an erection that just wouldn’t go away. He hoped that nobody noticed.

He didn’t want to lose her. He loved his wife and wanted to be with her, but she just couldn’t offer him what he needed right now. He had no idea what to do. His cock was hard and begging for release. Begging him to find a way out.

Chapter 2: How Alex got it

Alex was glad when Maria told him that she was joining a book-club. It meant that she’d be out of the house every Tuesday evening. Mostly he was glad because it meant that she would be doing something other than moping at home, but also of course, he was glad that it meant that he had at least a couple of hours when he could watch whatever he wanted and not be constantly worried about the volume of it.

Tuesday evening arrived. Really, it would have been a waste to only do it once. She came back home all too quickly, and he had to rush to pull his trousers up and dispose of the evidence when he heard her key in the door. He managed to be reasonably dressed and downstairs to greet her.

“Have fun?”

“Yes… talking about books.”

“I kinda assumed that. Did you know the book?”

“No but it was okay. I was still able to get involved. I think I’ll go back next week. How about you, been up to much?”

“Not much, just watching TV.”

He frantically tried to think of something appropriate that he could have been watching at this time of day. What was even on?

She watched TV for hours most days. She probably knew the schedule backwards and would immediately stop if he got it wrong. It didn’t matter. She didn’t ask. He felt relieved.

“Are you going to read the book for next week?”

“Of course.” She seemed annoyed, like he was accusing her of something. He hadn’t known her to read a book before in the years that they had been together. She waved a copy of the book at him. It looked pretty thick and there was a photo of a dead fish on the cover. Alex didn’t pretend to understand modern literature.

Alex looked forward to Tuesday evening all week. He rushed home from work, eager for the chance to spend some time alone. Maria was on her way out to her meeting when he got home.

“If it’s alright with you, I’ll hang around after and grab a bite to eat.”

“That’s fine.”

“You’ll be able to sort dinner out for yourself?”

“I’ll manage. Enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks. You too.”

The hours flew by in a blur of sordid images. His dinner turned out to be a bowl of cereal, eaten while staring at the screen with his trousers around his ankles.

Maria was tired when she got home and just wanted to go to bed. Alex was feeling drained from his own exertions and didn’t argue. It didn’t take long for him to want to do it again. There just weren’t enough opportunities for him to spend a couple of hours with himself normally. Who could blame him for being glad that Maria wanted to stay out longer, the one evening in the week she went out?

“You don’t mind having to fend for yourself? Maybe you’ll actually manage real food this time.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Or even get a takeaway if you really can’t be bothered to cook.”

Tuesday evening found him in the same position, sat at his computer, trousers around his ankles, staring at graphic videos of women doing unpleasant things to men. The impact of the images was definitely diminishing. He’d seen so many woman abusing so many men now that he was becoming desensitised. Sat there for several hours, one hand almost permanently clamped around his cock, he just couldn’t manage to cum. He was feeling sore from all the mindless pumping but it just wasn’t working.

When it finally happened, his orgasm was fleeting and soon over. It still felt almost good enough to make up for the shame and embarrassment that assailed him as he sat there afterwards, his cum cooling in a tissue and his cock shrivelling away.

Guilt settled on him. It seemed impossible to satisfy both his lust and his conscience and he was satisfying neither by frustrating himself. All he was achieving was making himself treat the woman that he loved worse.

He couldn’t be bothered to cook dinner so he braved the elements to walk to the nearest takeaway. Already feeling rather squalid and undignified, a greasy kebab seemed like what he deserved.

Another week went by. Nothing much seemed to have changed. Maria sat around all day, not doing very much. Alex worked. When he got home, most nights he was too tired to want to do anything. The grind was depressing.

She was already gone when he got home on Tuesday. In the moment that seemed like a good thing. He didn’t have to waste any time. He could start watching one of his favourite videos straight away. An hour went by as video followed video. He was idly pumping his cock while he watched, but it wasn’t really doing much.

He didn’t even hear the door open. He knew that he had the sound up a bit too high on the video he was watching, but he was sure that he’d be alone in the house for at least a couple more hours.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy.”

He jumped in his chair at the voice behind him. He turned and it was like one of his fantasies had come to life, an attractive, mature woman dressed all in black leather. Her corset was tight and gave her an astonishing cleavage. Her boots were high and shiny and she wore black gloves that reached above her elbows.

“What? No, who are you?”

“Shush. There’s no point trying to deny it. I know exactly what you’ve been getting up to.”

She was holding a riding crop in her hand, tapping the end idly against her leg.

“How many times have you made yourself cum today?”

“I haven’t, I don’t…”

“Stop stuttering. How many times today?”

“None.”

What was this woman doing in his house? He wanted to ask but her demeanour discouraged him. Her scowl was very intimidating.

“Show me.”

His cock was very hard.

“I suppose I’ll believe you, but I bet that if I’d got here ten minutes later that would be shrivelled away to nothing and you’d be clutching a handful of damp tissues.”

Alex didn’t know how to respond and certainly didn’t want to justify his masturbatory habits to this woman.

“Nothing to say? Clearly I’m right. Now, you’ve got a couple of very simple choices that you can make. Would you like to hear what they are?”

He nodded jerkily.

“Are you going to do exactly what I say, or am I going to leave here now and never come back?”

“Who are you?”

She slapped the crop down, the end caught him sharply on the bare flesh of his thigh.

“I didn’t say you could ask questions. Now choose.”

“What’s going on here? I didn’t let you in, how did you get here? Is this some kind of fucked up home invasion?”

She tutted under her breath and turned to leave.

“Don’t go.”

“Will you do what you’re told?”

“That depends…”

There was a harsh flash of light. She’d pulled a camera out from somewhere and taken a picture of him. Sat there with his shirt undone, his trousers and shorts round his ankles and his cock erect. It would be a slightly compromising photo.

“Will you do what you’re told?”

“But…”

The camera flashed again.

“I’ll be going.”

“Please don’t… I will, I just…”

“Shut up.”

Alex stemmed the flow of faltering words that were stumbling from his mouth.

“I’m not here to rob you. I know what you want and I can help you to get it, but only if you do exactly what I tell you to do. Just nod if you understand.”

He nodded twice.

“Good boy. Now which is it, do you want to do what you’re told, or should I just leave?”

“I’ll do what I’m told.”

“Good for you. Now I can already guess what you were doing before I came in. Would you like to show me?”

He was reluctant. Did she really want him to stroke his cock? She glanced at her watch irritably.

“Just get on with it. Grab your cock and start pumping, or are you too scared?”

He gripped it tentatively. It was still very hard.

“What’s the problem, don’t I excite you?”

Of course she did, a severe older woman in black leather, he’d lost count of the number of them he’d spent hours staring at lately in the porn he’d watched.

“Get on with it.”

She checked her watch again.

“I’m going to make this very simple for you. You can stroke yourself as hard as you can for the next two minutes. If you can’t make yourself cum in that time, I’m going to be extremely disappointed in you. Time starts now.”

Alex just kept idly stroking himself, uncertain. He’d never had to spend so much time holding his cock in front of a woman before.

“That’s your first half minute gone. Is something the matter? Have you forgotten how to do it? I would’ve thought you’d be used to playing with yourself. Maybe you’re just shy.”

She prodded him with the crop to punctuate her words.

“Your cock isn’t shy, is it? It’s after something. Is it me do you think? Does it want to fuck me? One minute. Stop wasting time.”

Her words were exciting him. His strokes became stronger and more fervent.

“That’s it. Pump your cock harder. Show me how much you want me.”

He stroked harder.

“That’s better. Don’t you want to cum for me?”

He started to say something but she shushed him.

“Half a minute. Aren’t you going to cum?”

It wasn’t working, it was just flesh chafing flesh.

“Don’t you want to cum for me? Do it. Cum for me. Fifteen seconds. You want to cum, don’t you?”

He could feel the rising in his balls, he was getting closer.

“Ten seconds. Harder… do it. Cum. Let me see it. Cum for me. Five, four, three, two…”

Alex’s cock jerked spasmodically as it spat its first gob of cum into the air. She stopped counting. He twitched again and again. Cum splashed onto his bare thighs, the clothes bundled around his ankles and the carpet.

“There you go. Good boy. You cut that very fine, didn’t you?”

He was out of breath from the frantic pumping.

“Now, you agreed to do whatever I told you, and I’ve been very generous and given you a treat, so now you have to do something for me.”

“What?”

“Shh… don’t talk. I want you to save your cum for me. Don’t waste it. Save it for me. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try.”

“Good boy. You do your best and I’ll come back to see you soon, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about me. Do you understand?”

Alex nodded.

“Good boy. Now clean yourself up and make sure to do what I’ve told you.”

She walked out of the room without looking back at him, pulling the door shut behind her. He wanted to follow her, ask questions, find out what the hell had just happened, but the spectre of her authority remained and the cum on his thighs was starting to get cold and sticky.

When she was gone he was left confused. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. Was it all just a weird dream brought on by too much wanking? Would he go downstairs and find the TV had gone?

He couldn’t figure out a decent explanation.

He wiped up the worst of the cum and pulled up his trousers. He opened the door. Nothing. He looked around the house, making sure that the woman wasn’t waiting for him somewhere. The front door was locked. It didn’t look like it had been tampered with.

He checked the time. It was barely half seven and he didn’t feel like wanking again. What was he supposed to do to pass the time? Maria probably wouldn’t be back ’til at least ten. For the first time he actually ended up watching TV but he was too preoccupied with unanswerable questions to be able to give himself over to vapidity. He even cooked himself dinner. Maybe it wasn’t a great success, but the results seemed basically edible.

Maria didn’t get home ’til gone eleven.

“Where have you been?”

“Sorry… I lost track of time.”

“Good book group?”

She smiled weirdly.

“Very.”

Chapter 3: Alex’s Guilty Secret

Alex tried really hard to do what he’d been told, even though his cock was screaming at him for attention and his balls were aching from the unfamiliar build-up inside them. He made it ’til Saturday morning. He was in the shower. His movements were almost without thought, his erection sudden. It didn’t take much for him to ejaculate. Soapy water flushed away the evidence.

He kept wondering when, if she would return. He was nervous that she might appear at the house at any time. If it was during the day, he’d be at work and Maria would be home. What would happen if she just turned up? It didn’t feel like it could possibly go well for him. For the next few days he was tormented by the idea every day on his way home, half expecting to open the door and find the two women sat there, swapping stories about his perversions and inadequacies.

It didn’t happen.

Tuesday afternoon in the office dragged painfully. He had difficulty paying attention in his meetings and kept finding his gaze drifting to the clock on the wall, willing the hands to move faster.

At the earliest possible moment Alex logged out of the system and got himself together. He was out the door as quickly as he could manage. He ran into Joe in the corridor.

“Fancy a beer?”

“No thanks. I’ve got to get home.”

“Things looking up between you and Maria, are they?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you. Every man must do his duty and all that.”

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow.”

He got home. Maria was already getting herself together to go out. She seemed just as eager to go out as he had been to get home.

“Will you be staying out afterwards tonight?” he tried to sound as innocent as he could.

“Probably, you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just be sad and alone I suppose.”

“There’s a brave boy.” She kissed him on the cheek and headed out. The house felt very empty when she was gone.

What was he supposed to do now? On any of the previous Tuesday evenings he had known exactly what he would do to pass the time and he would be able to make the hours fly by, but now what? He couldn’t wank, she’d been very clear about that, and he was desperately hoping that she would come to see him again.

He fretted around the house, his erection a constant presence. He couldn’t spend the evening sat at the computer, he knew it wouldn’t take very long before he would find himself watching porn.

What if she didn’t turn up?

As the evening wore on, he grew more and more nervous and frustrated. Now he had started waiting for her, he couldn’t give up, could he?

He was sat downstairs, shuffling through TV channels, desperately trying to keep his hand away from his crotch.

There was a soft knock at the door.

It was her, the woman. Dressed as before in a shiny black corset, high boots, short skirt and long gloves, with the crop in her hand.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Sorry, yes, come in.”

She walked into the house and sat down on the sofa. He lingered awkwardly for a few moments before sitting on the armchair nearest to her.

She was neatly posed, elegant and composed.

“Did I say that you could sit down?”

“No, sorry…”

“Take off your clothes. Don’t just drop them on the floor. Fold them neatly. You shouldn’t make a mess.”

Of course his cock was hard.

“Get on your knees. Do you like my boots? I think you should kiss them.”

He did what he was told. It was getting to be habit. She stretched out one foot towards him.

“You’re very rude, you haven’t even thanked me for last week yet.”

“Sorry, thank you. Do I need to pay you?”

She laughed.

“I’m not doing this for money. What do you take me for? I just do this because someone needs to tell boys like you what to do.” She leaned forward, her outstretched hand resting on the crop, held vertically. “Tell me something. Do you just like being told what to do, or do you like fucking women?”

“I like fucking women.”

“When did you last fuck one?”

“Months ago.”

“Who was that?”

“My wife.”

“Why haven’t you fucked your wife for so long?”

“She doesn’t want me to.”

“When did you last fuck a woman that wasn’t her?”

“Years ago. Before we were married.”

“Tell me the truth, Alex. Since you’ve been with her, how many other women have you slept with?”

“None. Really.”

“And how many men?”

“None. I’ve never…”

“So it’s just you and your hand. No wonder you’re looking so chafed.”

She prodded him in the balls with the end of her crop.

“These must be full of cum by now. You must be hoping that I’ll help you let some of it out. Would you like to fuck me?”

“Very much.”

“Well that’s nice to hear, but don’t get your hopes up too high. You’ve not done anything that makes me think you deserve to get the chance to fuck me. Have you managed to be a good boy since I saw you last?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted before he could.

“And there’s no point in lying to me, I’ll be able to tell.”

“I’ve tried, really hard.”

“But?”

“Just once.”

“Just once?”

“Yes. I played with it in the shower, last Saturday, but not since.”

“I can’t say that I’m not disappointed, but at least you’re honest, and I know that once in a week is much less than you’re used to. I wonder if you deserve a treat.”

“Yes please.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum, just to teach you a lesson. Do you think you could manage another week?”

She saw the look of panic on his face.

“No, there’s no point in that really. You’d just fail and go back to rubbing yourself raw at every opportunity. So… the question remains. What am I going to do with you? I already know that you’re the kind of boy that gets excited by being told what to do. Have you ever fantasised about a woman controlling your cock? Of course you have. Have you thought about a woman owning it?”

It twitched perceptibly.

“It’s much less shy than you are, but it doesn’t understand. Controlling your cock isn’t just about making it cum whenever I like, it’s about not letting it cum the rest of the time. Would you give me your cock if I asked for it? You’re probably not sure, but right now you’re horny so I could probably convince you to do anything. You’d do anything I asked if I told you that I’d let you cum afterwards, wouldn’t you? Would you like me to give you permission to touch yourself again?”

He nodded.

“Because you think only wanking yourself the once since last week is some kind of achievement? I suppose it is, in a way, if we adjust to your extremely low standards.”

“I’m sorry, I did my best.”

“Shh… you really should learn not to make so much noise. If you want a treat, you really will have to learn to keep your mouth shut and just listen. In fact, I think I should make it easier for you.”

She wrapped a gag around his head covering his mouth completely. She moved back a little and brandished her crop, flicking the end of it so that it hit him sharply on the stomach. A muffled yelp was all that escaped him.

“Perfect. I think that’s just what you need.”

She surveyed him, kneeling naked on the living room carpet.

“You can’t just keep squirming around. I want you to keep still.”

She brought over a hard wooden chair and placed it in the middle of the room.

“Sit here. Put your hands behind the back of the chair.” He felt cold metal and awkward constriction as handcuffs were tightened around his wrists. His resistance dampened by the cuffs and gag, she tied his legs to the chair for good measure.

“That’s much better.”

She surveyed him, silenced and restrained. The ardour of his excitement hadn’t been dampened. If anything, confinement had increased it. She tied a long blindfold tightly around his head, looping it over and over several times, so that it completely obscured his vision and muffled his hearing.

“Now, just sit still and be patient. I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.

Tied and blind-folded, time seemed to drag but his cock remained achingly hard. He could smell perfume and feel warmth, a presence near him. Warm flesh brushed against him. The contact continued, bare thighs against his and the sweet delicious sensation around the head of his cock, the warmth of a pussy encircling him, drawing him inside.

A moan escaped him and was muffled by the gag.

Ever so slowly, the sensation increased as she moved up and down on him. The grip of her pussy was soft and enveloping. The rhythm was stirring, but just too slow to drive him to climax.

He had no idea how long the sensation continued. Interminable hours seemed to pass as he lingered on the edge of satisfaction. The angle she was at was putting pressure on the underside of his shaft, just below the glans. As her own movements grew more eager he could feel the needed intensity.

Even through the gag, his moans were audible when he finally came. His whole body jerked, adding to the movements, pushing his cock deeper into her pussy.

His soul was emptied by the sensations. Robbed of outside senses, everything was in his cock and it had been drained. He glimpsed the emptiness of death for long minutes.

It had been a few minutes now since Alex had cum and his cock was softening. He was still blindfolded and tied to the chair, unsure how he would be able to free himself if she didn’t do it. He didn’t want Maria to walk in and find him like that. That would be really embarrassing.

Alex could smell her perfume, feel her coming closer. Hands started to loosen the knot holding the blindfold in place. As it fell away, his vision was mostly filled by the woman’s cleavage, the dark chasm between her breasts, tightly cradled in black leather.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” he mumbled through the gag.

“I’m going to choose to interpret that as, ‘yes, thank you very much, you’re so generous, please come and see me again and I promise not to play with myself until you do.’“

Alex nodded.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

She loosened the handcuffs.

“See if you can manage to leave it alone and you might even get to fuck without a blindfold next time.”

She walked out, shutting the door behind her. At least his thighs weren’t covered in his own cum this time.

It took him a few minutes to extricate himself from his restraints and remove the gag, and he’d heard the front door slam before he was free.

There was no point trying to follow her.

He could almost convince himself that it was just a dream, but here he was, his cock still slick with pussy juices, red marks on his ankles and a pair of handcuffs dangling from one wrist. It had to be real.

He sat there for a long time, holding the handcuffs, wondering what kind of strange genie the woman was. He realised that he still hadn’t found out her name.

Freed from his restraints and dressed again, Alex walked around the house in a daze. He rummaged in Maria’s bedside table and found a packet of cigarettes with a few left in it. They must have been sat there for months. He took one from the pack and sat in the garden to smoke it.

He went back inside, washed and then sprayed deodorant on himself, hoping to conceal the lingering smells of smoke and pussy.

It wasn’t yet nine. Maria would be at least another hour. Maria. A guilty twinge rose up inside him. His wife. The woman he loved and wanted. He had crossed a line now and fucked another woman.

On the plus side, he had just fucked someone, for the first time in months. Guilt and sated passion conflicted inside him. Without his main pastime to keep himself occupied he was left to fret anxiously around the house, staring out of the windows and failing to stop his mind from traversing dark paths.

By midnight he was getting worried. What if something had happened to her? He couldn’t go to bed until she was home. Maria seemed exhausted when she finally got home. He wanted to ask her what had happened but couldn’t.

“I’m okay, it’s fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

That night she hugged up to him in bed. He was terrified that she would be able to smell the scent of another woman on him.

She fell asleep quickly and he was left staring into the darkness until he too succumbed.

When he got home from work the next day she seemed pleased to see him. She had already prepared dinner, an elaborate offering that must have taken her most of the afternoon. Her demeanour reminded him of his love, offset by the lingering guilt at his betrayal. It was only once though, wasn’t it? Everybody is allowed to make a mistake, surely. But what would he do if his mystery woman came back? Whatever she asked of him, of course.

Chapter 4: Alex’s mind boggles

Inevitably, the sense of guilt was subsumed by lust as his libido recharged. The tantalising experience of his cock being inside a woman could only satisfy him briefly.

He wished that he felt able to reach for Maria in the night, but it seemed that they could only offer each other affectionate contact, not the passion that he needed. For that, he could only think about his mystery woman and hope that she would come back for a third time.

At least Maria seemed happier. Having a reason to go out and be around people seemed to be having a positive effect on her. He was glad. He was also horny, though, so Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough.

“Do you think you’ll be so late this week?”

“I’m not sure, sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s just that I was worried about you.”

“Why?”

“It was so late and I hadn’t heard from you…”

“I’ll be back earlier. I’ll do my best.”

She kissed him. It was an unconsidered gesture and it had more warmth than he had remembered feeling from her for a while. It made him feel guiltier about what he was hoping would happen this evening. She smiled and left the house.

There was something… but how could she know, what could she know? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Had she been seeing another man? Was that why she was trying to be so nice to him? He poured himself a drink and fretted around the house unsure what to do with himself.

He jumped when there was a gentle knock on the door. He rushed to open it. It was her.

“Hello.”

“Hello indeed. May I come in?”

“Please, do.”

“Thank you.”

She surveyed him critically.

“You look different with your clothes on.”

He didn’t know what to say to that so he said nothing. She walked passed him into the house. She was carrying a large black leather bag in one hand which she put down on the floor. The handle of her crop was protruding from the top of the bag and she pulled it out and started to fiddle with it.

“You enjoyed yourself last week, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes…” his brain struggled for what she wanted, “Mistress?”

“You sound so unsure. Don’t you feel sure?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re standing up and wearing clothes. Perhaps it would be easier if you were naked and on your knees.”

Alex could at least see that she wasn’t phrasing that as an idle thought, so he hastened to oblige her. It felt strange, being naked and on his knees before this woman in his living room, but not necessarily more so than being here bound to a chair.

“I do hope that you’ve behaved yourself since last week.”

“Yes, mistress.” He said it with slightly more confidence this time.

“Then I suppose you can kiss my feet.”

He gave her a questioning look.

“Get on with it.”

It wasn’t something that he thought he was into, but it was hard to deny just how hard his cock was as he knelt there, kissing the shiny leather of her high-heeled boots.

“That’s enough. Sit up.”

Her gaze took in his erection, jutting from his crotch.

“Do you think you’d like to be my slave?”

“I’m not sure. I think so.”

“You’re nervous, that’s sensible. I don’t always treat my slaves very gently. Perhaps that’s the part that excites you.”

The crop that seemed to be an essential accessory for her swung lightly through the air, close to him. She lightly tapped his chest with it.

“You don’t have to answer that now. Just this, will you do what I tell you to?”

That still had sinister implications, but it already felt far too late for him to start saying no to her.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Come on then, get up.”

He clambered to his feet. She picked up her bag and walked through his house as if it was hers and headed upstairs. Uncertain, he followed her.

“Get on the bed.”

“Really?”

“What do you mean ‘really’? Did I say something ambiguous, or confusing?”

“No, mistress.”

“Then get on the bed.”

It felt wrong contemplating doing anything in their bedroom, but was it really so very much worse than doing it in their living room? He got onto the bed and lay there looking uncomfortable, propped on his elbows. His awkwardness was having a visible impact on his erection.

“Flat on your back. Arms above your head.”

He stretched his arms out warily. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out restraints. Before he could think of a decent protest, she had cuffed each of his wrists, they were joined together by a long strap that ran behind the end of the bed. He could probably figure out a way to get free of it if he had to, but it wouldn’t be easy.

“Legs apart.”

Obedience was so much simpler. He didn’t have to think or consider his response. He just had to do what he was told to, so he did. The woman used another restraint to secure his ankles so that his legs were spread wide and he couldn’t bring them back together.

“There. Perfect. Like you belong in chains.”

Alex was too nervous to reply. His cock was still hard. It didn’t seem to be suffering from his nerves.

“I could do anything I liked with you now, couldn’t I?” When he didn’t reply she swatted him with her crop. “Couldn’t I?” She repeated.

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, I can gag and blindfold you again if you like, or you can promise not to talk without permission.”

Not sure if the rule was already in place, he didn’t want to provoke her to gag him. Anyway, so far he hadn’t actually seen her wearing less than her ubiquitous corset and leather skirt, so of course he was hoping to see more.

“You’re learning, slowly, but you’re learning. Do you promise? Answer this time.”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, tell me something, would you like me to fuck you?” Alex had his fantasies but the reality was making him extremely nervous. “Be honest. Do you want me to? Aren’t you curious what it would feel like? You’ve spent so much time fantasising about being on the receiving end. You must have wondered.”

She removed her skirt, revealing a leather harness around her waist, over shiny but concealing underwear. Facing away from him, she adjusted her ensemble. When she turned around there was a large prosthetic phallus projecting from her crotch.

“What do you think, do you like it, do you think I could fit it all inside you?”

He didn’t and he really didn’t. This was feeling like more than he was happy with, but arguing now would probably only make her angry.

“You look nervous. Don’t worry. If you don’t want me to fuck you with it, I can always find someone else, someone willing. Maybe you’d like to watch.” She turned away from him, her prosthetic phallus casting a long shadow on the wall. “Wait here.” She added, needlessly, then walked out of the room.

What the hell was she planning?

She returned to the room a few moments later. She wasn’t alone. Alex’s restraints made it uncomfortable for him to try to sit up enough to see clearly, but by craning his neck he could see, wearing just a white silk nightie and docilely holding the woman’s hand, his wife Maria.

Chapter 5: How Alex and Maria met

Alex and Maria were both pretty drunk the night they met. It was a Friday evening. Alex was out with his friends Joe, Mike and Rob. Alex had been single for a while. His previous girlfriend had broken up with him for being ‘too nice’. Mike and Rob had both brought their girlfriends to the pub with them and they were talking about property prices. They were also drinking much too slowly.

“What the fuck are we still talking about this for?” Joe declared indignantly, downed the rest of his drink, stood up and walked off.

Alex didn’t like the idea of being left the only sane man at the table. He still had about half of his pint left and knew that he would just spill it down himself if he tried to drink it all, so he took it with him.

Joe was at the bar.

“Two more pints and six shots of tequila please.”

“I doubt those guys want to drink tequila.”

“Fuck them. These aren’t for them anyway.”

“You’re not planning on drinking them all are you?”

“Some, yes, all, that depends. Do you want one?”

“I suppose.”

“Then I’m not drinking all of them.”

Joe handed over a twenty. It wasn’t enough to cover the drinks and he didn’t have anything else, so Alex had to rummage in his pockets to find the difference.

“So what’s the game?”

“Same as ever. Grab the beers, will you? I’ve got to look after these.”

Joe made his way through the pub. The night was wearing on and there were a fair few people around. The pub had stopped serving food. The TVs had been muted and the music turned up a bit, but not too much, they weren’t trying to block out conversation yet.

Joe approached a likely looking group of girls with his collection of tequila shots.

“Want to help with these?”

“Eww. No, thanks.”

He passed on, not concerned by the knock-back. He approached a lone girl that was leaning against the wall.

“Want to help with these?”

“Fuck it. Why not.” She downed two shots, one after the other, then wavered and smiled wetly.

“Good girl.” Joe complimented. She coughed out a short laugh then seemed to succumb to gravity. She fell forwards. Alex moved to catch her, still holding a pint in each hand. She slumped against him, her hands catching his shoulders. She dangled limply from him. Fearing loss of beer, Joe rescued the pints from Alex and he was free to use his hands to stop her from sliding down him to the floor.

“She’s your,” Joe suggested helpfully.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Air… outside… need…” she groaned. Alex steered her outside, just in time. She threw up into a small tree in a big pot close to the door. She continued heaving for a few minutes. Alex wasn’t sure what to do but didn’t feel like he could just abandon her. Alex helped Maria back to her feet.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think. Who are you anyway?”

“I’m Alex.”

“Hello Alex. I’m, urgh…” what sounded like it would lead to vomit instead manifested as a burp, “Maria.”

“Hi, Maria. Do you need me to find your friends?”

“No. I haven’t got any. I mean, I’m not here with anyone.”

“Really?”

“Well, I was with a guy, but I’m not now.”

“Maybe the tequila wasn’t a good idea.”

“What tequila?”

He pointed at the steaming liquid covering the unfortunate tree.

“Blame your mate.”

“I do.”

“Is this your technique? Find a vulnerable girl and then poison her.”

“And hold her hair back. Who doesn’t go for puking women?”

“Are you saying I look rough?”

“You’re fine. Just wipe your mouth. I meant with a tissue. Here.” He offered one to her. She cleaned her face with it and handed it back to him. He felt guilty about just dropping it but he really didn’t want to put it back in his pocket.

“Need anything?”

“Water?”

“I’ll get you some.”

Fortunately the bar wasn’t too busy and the barman wasn’t so mean-spirited as to object to serving a glass of tap-water.

Joe appeared at Alex’s side while he was at the bar.

“What happened to you?”

“I’ve been with that girl. The one you poisoned with tequila.”

“How did that go?”

“She’s stopped puking. What trouble have you been causing?”

“Just chatting with a bunch of student nurses. They really know how to drink, those girls. I bet it’d take more than a couple of tequilas to make them spew.”

“Sounds like your sort of girls.”

“Yeah. Well, good look with pukey.”

“Thanks.”

Alex took the glass of water and headed back outside to find Maria. She had made it to a bench.

“Here you go.” He handed her the glass.

“Thanks. You haven’t got a smoke have you?”

“Sorry, no. All I have are mints.”

“That might not be a bad idea. My mouth tastes like…”

“Tequila vomit?”

“Yeah.”

Lightened of her load of tequila vomit and with her palate cleansed by spearmint freshness, she seemed a lot more with it.

“How come you’re here alone?”

“I was supposed to be having dinner with a guy. Turns out he’d invited his whole family because he wanted to propose.”

“What happened?”

“I threw a drink at him and left.”

“I bet that didn’t go down well.”

“I didn’t hang around to find out. What the fuck was he thinking? Trying to propose to me like that in front of everyone?”

“I guess it’s over between you two then.”

“Too right.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Sure. I mean, it’s not like he’s breaking up with me.”

“He must have been pretty confident that you were going to say yes, to pop the question in front of his family like that.”

“We’d gone out a few times, and I’d stayed at his a couple of times but it wasn’t that serious. We hadn’t talked about it hardly at all. I mean, he asked me one time what my perfect wedding would be like, but what girl hasn’t thought about stuff like that? Ask any girl, she’ll have looked for a ring maybe tried a couple on. And most girls will have tried on a wedding dress at least once. But that doesn’t mean that you can just go around proposing to them.”

Alex could see that now wasn’t the time to disagree with her. He’d probably get a drink dumped on him if he did. Non-committal noises of possible agreement seemed the safest bet.

“I need a drink.”

He held out the glass.

“Fuck the water. Come on.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Utterly.”

They made their way back to the bar.

“What do you fancy?”

“Not tequila. Something gentler. Vodka maybe?”

“Are you sure you shouldn’t stick to water?”

“Fuck off… what are you, gay?”

“I just don’t want to see you kill another tree with your sick.”

“Urgh. Where’s my phone?”

It didn’t look like she could have a phone secreted about her person. The dress she was wearing was short and tight, leaving little to the imagination.

“I’m sure I had a bag.”

“Did you leave it inside? What does it look like?”

“Shit. I must have left it back at the restaurant.”

“Shall we go and check?”

“Yeah. Come on. It’s just round the corner.” She got to her feet. Her hand flailed out. He took it and helped her up. She wavered slightly but stayed upright. “It’s alright… I’m okay.” The height of her heels probably wasn’t making it any easier for her to keep her balance.

Alex had set out that night to get drunk and so far he’d been too preoccupied to manage it. He had also, even if he might not have wanted to admit it, been hoping that by following Joe around he might at least find a chance to chat with a girl. He hadn’t expected things to turn out the way they had been so far. Maria was clearly a mess, but she was still an attractive mess and why shouldn’t he let himself be dragged along in her wake for the evening? Anyway, she was likely to get herself into trouble if he didn’t try and keep an eye on her. What kind of gentleman would he be if he turned his back and left her, without wallet, phone or keys, to the tender mercies of the night?

The restaurant was a small, intimate sort of place. It wasn’t hard to spot Trevor and his family. They took up a lot of the floor space and several small tables had been pushed together to house them. It looked like they were trying to make the best of a bad job, and there were plentiful bottles of wine placed around the table and a general hubbub of conversation. The bonhomie of the people around the table dissipated when they saw Maria.

“They don’t seem very happy to see you.”

“No shit.”

“How many of his family did he invite?”

“All of them, I think.”

“He must have been mad to think this was a good idea.”

“I know, right?”

“I see you didn’t hang around.” A tall, handsome bloke in a dull suit stood up and addressed Maria. The front of his pale blue shirt was heavily discoloured with wine stains. He looked sober and the fixed polite smile on his face must have been making his jaw ache.

“I’m Alex.” Reflex made him offer his hand. Alex wasn’t looking to form meaningful relationships with any of these people. He would be happy if they could get in and out as quickly as possible with the minimum damage caused.

“The name’s Trevor. Charmed I’m sure.”

“Did I leave my bag here?”

“Isn’t there anything else that you think we should talk about?”

“Not really. I just need my bag.”

“Fine. I’m not surprised you forgot it. It was a very abrupt departure.”

“Fuck you.”

“Should I assume that I won’t be seeing you back at the flat?”

“Too right.”

“Then perhaps you’d be kind enough to give me my key back.”

She had found her bag and dug in it. She detached a key from a bundled mess of several and two dangling colourful plastic lumps. She threw it at him. It bounced off his chest and disappeared under the table.

“Watch out for her,” Trevor addressed Alex. “She’s a flighty bitch. Not much for keeping her promises.”

Alex had never been a fan of violence, but he was aware of a chivalrous obligation to defend a lady’s honour and right now he was the one looking after Maria. It wasn’t much of a punch but it took Trevor by surprise and knocked him back. He tripped over a chair and fell in a sprawl over it to the floor.

Maria grabbed Alex’s hand and dragged him out of the restaurant before Trevor’s family could react to their favoured son’s flooring.

Maria started laughing when they were outside. They hurried down the street together, still holding hands. Nobody was following them.

She kissed him impulsively. It went on longer than she meant it to.

“What now?” Alex asked, flustered.

“Might as well keep drinking.”

Maria revealed a bottle of wine she’d been hiding behind her bag.

“Where did that come from?”

“I lifted it from the table while you were busy punching Trevor.”

“Good girl.”

She passed him the bottle. He took a couple of swallows of the wine and passed it back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You had a key to his flat but you weren’t in a relationship?”

“Stop going on about it. It’s clearly over now anyway.”

“You don’t seem very upset.”

“Fuck him. We should drink more, don’t you think?”

“I’ve never been one to say no to a drink.”

“Good boy. Let’s go find it.”

The wine didn’t last long. He let her choose where they went next. It was noisy and confusingly lit. Alex usually preferred his drinking venues to be a bit calmer but Maria seemed to have a plan. She fought her way to the bar efficiently. Cleavage and personality got her served quickly. Alex was caught in the crowd two people back from her.

“Alex! Come here and sort these.”

‘Sorting’ meant paying for and carrying. She had ordered an array of garishly coloured vodka shots on his behalf. He had no idea how much they were so he handed a ten and was pleasantly surprised when he received a five back.

“Six shots for a fiver, bargain.”

He clutched them awkwardly, half a dozen small plastic shot-glasses that weren’t really designed to stand up on their own.

“Come on.”

Alex liked to think of himself as a drinker of some experience and found the ferocity with which Maria attacked every drink she was presented with very impressive. The shots were no exception.

Alex tossed back the first one. Sticky sweetness coated his mouth. It burned his throat and made him feel as if he had been touched by purest evil. Maria had already downed her three. Alex’s next was possessed of extreme and tortuous sourness. Presumably on purpose. It was thoroughly unpleasant and a harsh counterpoint to the sugar. He let her have his third one. She downed it without flinching.

Next, she wanted to dance. It sounded like a horribly bad idea to Alex but he didn’t think Maria going off alone would end well either. How far would she have to look before she found someone better looking to distract her from him? Maybe his night had taken a weird direction, but most of it was fun.

Fortunately the sticky vodka stuff had temporarily killed off the part of Alex’s brain that cared what other people thought about him so he was able to shuffle and occasionally wave his arms about in what he hoped was a serviceable approximation of dancing. Mostly she seemed happy to just grind bits of her anatomy against him. He wasn’t complaining.

She ended up at his place that night. It wasn’t much. When Jules had kicked him out he had to find a place in a hurry and ended up in a room in a squalid house-share. Once there, it was hard to find the energy to look for somewhere else to be, so a few weeks had easily turned into a few months.

“This place is rotten.”

“It could probably do with a decent clean.”

“I’m guessing no women have lived here in recent memory.”

“None that I know of.”

His standards weren’t very high so the rank stuff about the house didn’t bother him much. His sheets weren’t very clean either, but she didn’t comment. They’d already done some kissing on the way so it seemed pretty natural once he’d closed the bedroom door behind them that he started to help her out of her clothes.

They kissed more and his hands roamed her body. It had been too long since he had felt a woman. He couldn’t pretend it was great sex but it was considerably better than his recent complete absence. She was drunk and abandoned and making pleased noises, even if it didn’t seem at all likely she’d climaxed.

A few minutes after he was finished, she jerked from her daze and tried to detach herself from him.

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall on the left.”

She nodded and stumbled off to find it. She found her way back a few minutes later, then climbed into the bed and fell quickly to sleep. When she was snoring softly, Alex got up and walked naked to the bathroom. He pissed, washed condom residue and cum from his cock, splashed water on his face and stared vacantly at his reflection in the water stained mirror.

He went back to the bed. It took him a while to get to sleep. Maria was lying on her side, facing away from him. He spent a long time staring at a mole on the skin over her scapula.

He woke up first in the morning, visited the bathroom and then the kitchen to put the kettle on. She was semi-conscious by the time he was back in his room with coffee for them both.

“Urgh.”

“Morning.”

“What happened last night?”

“When?”

“All of it.”

“From what I gather, you went out for dinner and got proposed to. You threw a drink at him, drank a lot and threw up. Then I punched your not-fiancé and we drank more. Then we came back here and had sex. Then I’m pretty sure you threw up again. Then I fell asleep.”

“Fuck. Trevor.”

“Yeah.”

“I threw a drink at him.”

“Yeah.”

“Then we fucked?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“You didn’t try anything weird, did you?”

“I don’t think I tried anything, you seemed very insistent at the time.”

“Who are you anyway?”

“I’m Alex.”

“Hi Alex. I’m Maria.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You’re not going to propose are you?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Feel like reminding me what we got up to last night?”

“All of it?”

“Skip to the sex part.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Chapter 6: What Maria liked

Maria didn’t think of herself as being particularly weird or kinky. She liked to think that she’d behaved herself pretty well, all things considered. Of course she fucked a few guys at university, but who didn’t? And there had been that one time with the rugby boys where she ended up having them take it in turns to fill one of her holes or another, but that was just youthful exuberance, surely.

Other than a couple of random moments with guys she’d met while out on hen-nights, she hadn’t been fucked by anyone but Alex for years now. That wasn’t bad going, right? She didn’t even miss it, not really. It was all fun while it lasted, but you couldn’t spend your whole life getting tag fucked by burly lads, could you? The occasional weekend or two might be nice, but nobody could possibly blame her for that. She liked to think that she was a pretty good wife. There must have been women that did much worse things than she ever did. Enough of her old friends admitted to not being completely sure that their children’s fathers really were who they were supposed to be. Maria was glad to be more careful about that sort of thing. She had no desire whatsoever to get knocked up by some random dude.

If she really had to choose, it would be girls that she wanted to have more opportunities to play with. Men were great fun and she loved being fucked and feeling them cum, but women just understood each other better and no man could ever give a woman an orgasm as intense as another woman could if she was willing to take her time over it.

Her first experience of sex with a girl had been her friend Claire, back when they’d been sharing a flat together. They hadn’t lived together for long but it seemed like there was something between them. Of course Maria had kissed plenty of girls by then, but it had all been strictly above the waist.

She regretted it now, mostly because of how things had ended. Claire had been in love with her, wanted her all for herself, Maria had still wanted more back then. Sex with Claire had been fun but she couldn’t pretend that it was more than an experiment.

If it had just been the sex, Maria could have imagined keeping in touch with Claire forever as a way to pass a few stolen moments while getting on with their lives. That wasn’t what Claire wanted though, so it had to end. That meant Maria had to move of course, but the way things were after she’d told Claire it was over she was glad to get a few miles between them.

She just wished that she could find a man that knew how to touch her just like that. Claire had seemed to know Maria’s body and sensitive spots better than she knew herself. Maybe men couldn’t do it. You needed a pussy to know how to touch one like that.

After Claire, Maria stuck with guys for a while, then Charley happened. They met at a party. Maria was drunk and feeling lustful and Charley was impossible to refuse. She was an absolutely gorgeous red-head who was deliciously kinky and loved to inflict exquisite torture on Maria that she just couldn’t resist. Just thinking about it was enough to make her pussy tingle.

Charley had liked to tie her up in elaborate ways. Maria had never realised before just how much fun being immobilised could be. Her hands were tied to her ankles, the rope then looped around her midriff and buried between her thighs so she couldn’t move properly and if she reached too far it got hard to breathe. Of course, if she reached too far the other way, the rope rubbed roughly at her pussy. It wasn’t a nice, smooth kind of rubbing. It was prickly and sore.

Charley had known how to really hurt Maria’s nipples and she had loved it. One evening when she had been feeling excessively possessive Charley had gone so far as to pierce Maria’s nipples. She’d used a sterilised needle and pushed it right through the tender flesh. She wasn’t trying to attach anything to them that time, all she wanted to do was leave Maria tingling and sore afterwards so that she couldn’t forget who had done it to her.

Charley had seemed to draw all of her pleasure from the predicaments that she could put Maria into. Even after being given the most extraordinary orgasms by her, Maria had never seen Charley fully naked or tasted her pussy. Maybe that was why the orgasms had been so good. Charley drew her pleasures from doing things to people and Maria enjoyed having them done to her. It was a perfect match.

Not that Maria had ever been tempted to convert to girls full time. Charley had been a special case. She couldn’t imagine that there were many other women like her. She certainly hadn’t met anyone else like that.

It was a year or so after Charley that she met Alex. Trevor had been sort of an attempt to settle down with someone a bit more normal. Unfortunately he’d been too much of an insufferable prick for it to work out.

At least Alex was different. He was a bit of a tosser but she loved him. She’d made that choice when they got married and she was trying to stick by it. He wasn’t what she’d imagined ending up with, too quiet, never any idea what the hell was going on in his head when he stared blankly into space. She was probably better off not knowing.

Alex never seemed to be quite sure how to just bend her over and fuck her. The spontaneity and passion of fucking could get her wet a lot more easily than the half-arsed foreplay that seemed to be his sexual signature. Fiddling idly with her anatomy was never as effective a way of getting her going as just getting on and doing things.

She had always laughed at the idea of women needing to fake orgasms for men’s sake but she had found that it helped him to just do it if she made encouraging noises. All the faffing around didn’t do a lot for her.

It was much easier for her to play the slut with someone that made it clear what they expected of her. Being nervously asked if she “wanted” to suck someone’s cock wasn’t the same as being told to do it and like it. She liked her sex to be focussed and clear, for the other person to have the strength to be decisive. To know what they wanted from her and to know how to get it. Being a vessel of pleasure’s satisfaction was a wonderful thing for her.

It was such a pity that Alex just didn’t quite get that. He was a good man and she loved him. She was devoted to him. Marriage was serious. She had always hoped that over the years he would have been able to learn how to give her what she needed, how to take his pleasures with her with more confidence.

It wasn’t something that she could ask for. That would have diminished the whole thing. The point was for the other person to be able to take the initiative and just do it. She tried to signal her willingness to him, to offer herself as much as she could, but it was all just fumbling and expressions of love in the moments when she just wanted to be fucked. If only he could have learned how to be stronger with her. Through everything that they had, she was left wanting that something that he just didn’t seem to be able to offer her.

She didn’t really mind him wanting to masturbate so much, she just didn’t want to walk in on him when he was doing it in much the same way that she didn’t want to walk in on him when he was having a shit. Some things are best kept private.

She was happy when she realised she was pregnant. Not like the last time it had happened, back when she was seventeen and stupid. What she did then was the right decision and she stood by it, even if she never told anyone about it. Now was the right time, wasn’t it? They were a settled, married, professional couple.

Maybe she hadn’t talked about it at the time, but when they went through the process of buying their house together, she had made sure to check out the local schools and been quietly satisfied with them. Of course, you could only expect so much from state schools, and she had already started setting aside some money towards paying for school fees.

Three months in and allegedly she was glowing. Mostly she just felt bloated and uncomfortable. Pregnancy was physically unpleasant for her. They had already agreed that she wouldn’t be going back to work once the baby was born, so it made sense for her to leave work a little earlier than planned. Her employer was reasonably sympathetic. Her only job now was to focus on the life growing inside her.

Then it ended. Blood, cramps. Medical confirmation. She was healthy, but no longer pregnant. She should take a few days to rest, but there was nothing to worry about.

She didn’t want to go back to work after her miscarriage. She couldn’t face seeing her colleagues again, appearing empty handed when she had left her job eager with anticipation for her new arrival, the one that would never now arrive.

She wasn’t afraid of sex, or even put off it really. If Alex could just manage to have some balls, to be a bit more determined. If he could just make the move, make it clear that he wanted it, then of course she would let him, and enjoy it the more for that. She couldn’t tell him to be forceful with her, wouldn’t that defeat the point? If he didn’t know how to be a man, how was she supposed to make it easier for him?

Chapter 7: How Maria got it

Maria’s main reason for deciding to join the book-club was just to have a reason to be out of the house. She didn’t feel able to just hook up with friends and go out drinking and dancing like she had when she was younger. She was supposed to be an adult now, and surely that wasn’t supposed to mean waking up the day after with crunchy patches of dried cum in her hair. Anyway, people were mostly married with children now and that got in the way of fun. The last thing she wanted to do was sit around listening to people tell her just how well their kids were doing.

She’d always felt like she should make the effort to read more but never managed to get very far. Sat there with a book in her hands the words would dance on the page before her and she’d fail to absorb any of it. It was so much easier to just stare vacantly at a TV screen.

The group described itself as being friendly and welcoming to new-comers. They met every Tuesday in a café. The group was run by Melanie. It didn’t seem like the kind of operation that required much administration but she had appointed herself the benign overlord of all of it. Nominally the books picked for the group to read were chosen from everyone’s suggestions, but in practise Melanie tended to dictate most of it.

Maria felt a bit nervous on the way there, but she knew she couldn’t let that stop her. Maybe she was out of practise at going out and meeting new people, but she used to do it all the time. What had changed? She wasn’t drunk these days when she did it. That was probably the problem.

It wasn’t hard to find the group. Half a dozen people sat around a table with a few copies of the same book sat on it.

“Hello, are you the book group?” Maria asked pointlessly. A stern but familiar sounding woman spoke, clearly Melanie.

“Yes… you must be,” she glanced at the notebook in front of her, “Maria.”

“That’s me.”

“Right, well, so everyone, we’ve got a new face her tonight. Perhaps you’d like to tell us a little about yourself?”

“Well… I’m Maria. I’m married, I’m thirty. I used to work as a PA. I grew up not far from here. That’s pretty much me.”

“Do you read much?” Melanie asked a little impatiently.

“I like to, but I don’t think I read enough. That’s why I’m here, I suppose.”

“This week we’re talking about Limbless Joy, have you read it?”

Maria had never even heard of it. Should she try and fake it?

“No…”

“Well, I’m afraid you might be a bit lost for this evening then. Never mind.”

She wasn’t sure that this exactly constituted friendly and welcoming. At least it made it easier for Maria to drift back from the conversation. Having concluded that she didn’t have anything useful to say, Melanie was happy to just ignore her for the time being. Anyway, Melanie clearly had a lot to say for herself, and read several pages of her notes on the book in a very teacherly way.

From what Maria could gather, Limbless Joy was a recent novel about a disabled child set some hundreds of years ago. It all sounded a bit grim.

“Really, it’s inspiring, the way that no matter the circumstance, Pedro remains positive and cheerful. Take the infamous arm-cutting scene, where Pedro begs Anthony to saw his arm off. ’I cannot cut them both off alone, señor,’ and then Pedro thanks him and watches the sunset. ’It was a beautiful day, señor’ It makes me want to weep joyful tears just thinking about it.”

A couple of people were nodding along happily with Melanie, letting her give vent to what they were feeling.

Maria picked up one of the books from the table. It was a fat paperback with a bright blue spine and a close up picture of the face of a young boy with olive skin grinning inanely taking up most of the cover. Limbless Joy, the Pedro Garcia story, by W. Grace Monaco. She flicked through it aimlessly.

“I have not eaten for a week señor, but you can have my stew. What is another day without food when you are happy?”

The lean hungry man ate the stew quickly. All the time, little Pedro just sat there smiling.

“Are you regretting coming here yet?”

Maria was freed from any obligation to keep reading by a voice. The speaker was an attractive middle-aged woman who had discretely moved closer to talk to her.

“No, it’s just not easy to follow if you haven’t read it.”

“Don’t worry, it’s boring if you have.”

“Is something the matter?” Melanie had noticed them and stopped reading out her notes to address them.

“Nothing to worry about.”

“Then perhaps, if you were hoping for a private conversation, somewhere else would be more appropriate, don’t you think, Camilla?”

“You’re probably right, Melanie. Come on.”

Camilla took Maria’s hand and led her out. Maria was blushing in spite of herself.

“There’s a bar around the corner. Join me for a drink?”

With her other options being facing scorn in the café or going home, who can blame Maria for going with her new friend? Camilla led the way. She held the door open for Maria and headed straight to the bar.

“Wine?”

“Sure.”

Camilla glanced down the wine list and ordered a bottle of dry white that Maria couldn’t pronounce and two glasses.

“I don’t think she wants to see us back there again.”

“Don’t let it bother you. It isn’t the first time that she’s wanted me out of the way.”

“She likes the sound of her own voice, doesn’t she?”

“I think she always wanted to be a teacher but really dislikes children.”

“And patronising adults is the next best thing?”

“Exactly.”

“So why do you keep coming back?”

Camilla smiled and shrugged.

“Other than her, most of the people are nice enough.”

“I think I prefer it here.”

“Thank you.”

“What? I didn’t mean…” Maria stuttered, then realised she was being played with and changed the subject. “What was she talking about, ‘it’s a beautiful day, señor’, that stuff is sick.”

“Probably, but it’s won a lot of awards. Some people think it’s a masterpiece.”

“Really?”

Camilla shrugged.

“I think it’s supposed to put your problems into perspective, he’s still smiling after all the things he goes through.”

“If he’s still smiling and watching the sunset after someone’s cut his arm off he’s a fucking moron.”

“I take it you won’t be wanting to read about poor little Pedro.”

“If they made a film out of it, I still wouldn’t want to watch it. If it was on TV, I’d change the channel. I might even watch the news instead.”

“You’re a stern critic. I’m guessing that it’s not your love of contemporary literature that brought you out this evening.”

“I just needed something to get me out of the house.”

“Problems at home?”

“Nothing specific. I just feel really bored and frustrated. Do you ever get that feeling like everything is kinda pressing down on you and there’s nothing you can do about it…?”

“No. It’s a problem with your husband then. Don’t take it personally if he’s sleeping around. Men aren’t happy if they’re not putting their cock somewhere they shouldn’t.”

“As far as I know, all he’s fucking is his own hand.”

“You’d rather it was a woman?”

“No, but it’s just so sordid, pathetic really. All that wanking. He’s probably doing it right now.”

“Better that than slapping you around or disappearing off to lots of conferences.”

“I suppose.”

“Are you going to divorce him?”

“No, I couldn’t do that.”

“So what’s the answer? Boredom, frustration and reading books about boys having their arms cut off?”

“Do you have children?”

“I stayed with my husband for twenty five years. He provided for my children and I, but he also had a string of affairs which I was supposed to pretend I didn’t know about.”

“That must have been horrible.”

“My children were always provided for and now they can take care of themselves. He knows that I could have made things difficult if I went public about everything, his career, y’know, it wouldn’t do so well if people knew what he was really like. So, he had the sense to give me enough to keep me well provided for. I shouldn’t complain.”

“You sound like you should be in one of those horrible books, ‘it was a good marriage, señor’.”

“Endurance is an important skill to learn. We all have to put up with stuff that we don’t like.”

“So I should just be like that and learn to endure?”

“That’s up to you. I made the choice for my children. Of course, they probably blame me for everything now, but that’s just the natural order of things.”

“The way things have been going lately if I wanted to get pregnant I’d have to rummage in the bin after he’s been watching his pictures.”

“Men need to cum regularly. If they’re not doing it with their wife, they’ll find some other way to do it.”

“You think it’s my fault he’s doing it.”

“Is it?”

“I wouldn’t even mind if he could just get on with it and fuck me, but he seems to prefer porn and his own hand to me lately.”

“Whose fault do you think it is?”

“I don’t care whose fault it is. I just need something more.”

“Then it’ll be you that has an affair. A beautiful woman like you would have no problem finding another man.”

“Thank you, but I couldn’t do that.”

“It could be said that you’ve got a little of Pedro about you too.”

Maria smiled, mimicking the broad and vacuous beam from the book cover.

“There must be another way, life isn’t supposed to be such a pointless grind, is it?”

“I think that you have to find pleasure where you can, and hope that you can find enough to get you through the unpleasant bits.”

Maria checked the time. It was almost nine already.

“I should be going soon. If I don’t get home and make dinner he’ll probably starve.”

“It was lovely to meet you, Maria. Be sure to come back next week.”

“Won’t Melanie be angry?”

“She likes having something to get angry about. Anyway, we can always just leave them to it and come here.”

Maria liked the sound of that. The wine was having a very pleasant effect on her.

“What’s next week’s book?”

“I’ve just finished it. Here, you can have my copy.” Camilla took the book from her bag and passed it over. Guts by Kurt Lang. This time the picture on the cover was of a fish that had been slit open so its insides were visible.

“It looks depressing.”

“The quote on the back calls it heart-warming.”

“What about you?”

“If endurance is what you need to know, it can teach you a lot.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

The kiss they shared was natural, an affectionate gesture between two new friends. The smell of Camilla’s perfume teased Maria’s nose pleasantly.

She was sorry to leave, but it was better to cut short the pleasure than let it sour.

Outside, in the dark street, the cold and drizzle made her realise just how softened her reactions had become. For a split second she imagined what it would be like to have another bottle of wine and find someone to fuck her, to hell with the consequences.

It passed and it was 9pm and she had a husband waiting for her at home, doubtless relying on her to feed him. She liked her house and enjoyed being there usually. She also liked the idea of hot food and a comfy bed at the end of it all. She went home, making sure to jangle her keys noisily to try and give Alex some warning. She didn’t want to ruin her mood by having to listen to his clumsy excuses for being caught wanking.

“Have fun?”

“Yes… talking about books.”

“I kinda assumed that. Did you know the book?”

“No but it was okay. I was still able to get involved. I think I’ll go back next week.

“How about you, been up to much?”

“Not much, just watching TV.”

She could guess what that was a euphemism for, but she didn’t really care. The TV wasn’t even on. Hopefully he’d got it out of his system.

“Are you going to read the book for next week?”

“Of course.” She meant it and she did try, but she found it really difficult to get into. There was always something better to do, often just watching TV.

She couldn’t very well just leave the book lying around, the bookmark still stuck resolutely in the middle of the first chapter, so she got in the habit of moving it slowly through the book. How fast were people supposed to read? She wasn’t sure. She dreaded Alex asking her about it, expecting her to know what was going on in it. He didn’t ask. She had read the back at least a dozen times now,

In this stirring tale of a woman’s courage against adversity, it was a bit dull sounding but at least it made sense so far, Ludmilla must struggle against the odds and survive. For forty years she works in a factory gutting fish, not letting pregnancy, injury or a string of miscarriages and a failed marriage discourage her. That just sounded awful. Why on earth would she want to read about something that was even more depressing than real life?

Maria was early for the next meeting and sat for a while on her own in the café, nursing a coffee. She was glad when Camilla arrived before the rest of the group.

“Did you read the book?”

“I tried, but it was just so boring.”

Camilla laughed.

“And they already tell you how it’s going to end on the back. What’s the point? I get it, she’s going to keep on working in a factory for forty years, so why go through all the details of it?”

“I suppose it’s fashionable. People find it reassuring to read about other people having an even worse time of it than they are.”

“It’s just so depressing. Can’t we read about someone having fun for a change?”

“You won’t like the next book.”

“Not more fish guts?”

“No, that’s different at least.”

“How do you manage to read them all?”

“I’ve got plenty of free time so I tend to read a lot.”

“Don’t you have a TV?”

Camilla laughed.

“What sort of thing would you like to read?”

“I don’t know, something where not everything that happens has to be bad.”

“Hmm, let me see. I’m sure I can think of something appropriate.”

“What?”

“Come back to my place, we can look through some of my books and see if anything takes your fancy. Don’t worry, it’s not far. You can still be home in plenty of time.”

Maria smiled.

“I did warn him that I might be a bit late.”

“Did you now. Just how late?”

“I said he’d have to make his own dinner.”

Camilla squeezed Maria’s hand affectionately.

They went in Maria’s car. Camilla’s presence made Maria suddenly more aware of the fast food detritus and cosmetics that littered the interior of the vehicle.

The house was larger than Camilla needed but well maintained. Maybe she still had enough of a domestic streak to clean it all with pleasure. Or a cleaning lady.

“Now, let’s see. You wanted something less depressing to read.”

“Nothing that claims to be inspiring. Something with a bit more action.”

“What kind of action? Do you mean violence, or…”

“Sex. Definitely sex.”

“Definitely sex. Like that is it?”

Maria did her best to hold Camilla’s gaze but she couldn’t stop herself from looking away. Camilla pondered the shelves for a few minutes then picked a book, which she drew from its fellows and handed to Maria. It was an old book, a hardback that had probably had a dust jacket once but hadn’t seen it for a while. The faded text on the spine said How She Became, by D.B. Kristoff.

“What’s it about?”

“Just read it.”

“Right now?”

“No. I’m sure we can find something better to do.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“It’s only trying if it doesn’t work.”

Maria turned and found that Camilla was standing much closer than she had thought. It was such a small movement to bring them closer and they were almost the same height so it would have taken a real, conscious effort for them to not kiss and once they were kissing, Maria just couldn’t want to stop doing it.

Of course she wanted to feel Camilla’s body. It had been so long since she had felt a woman pressed passionately against her. Once they had started Maria could only be eager and willing. She was so hungry and it would have been rude to say no.

Camilla kissed her again and then took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Clothes were pulled off, both of them yearning for them to be naked together.

Camilla had the soft, full curves of an older woman. Age and the lingering effects of child-bearing didn’t diminish her beauty to Maria. If anything, Maria was almost embarrassed by her still youthful thinness and her firm, high breasts that had never suckled an infant.

It hadn’t taken much for Camilla to get Maria into bed. Camilla felt no guilt about seducing a woman away from her husband. If anything she felt that people should be grateful that she was taking the time to offer this poor girl some enjoyment. Camilla considered herself a philanthropist more than a philanderer. Wasn’t it better this way? Maria wasn’t cheating on her husband, not really. Maybe if it was with a guy it would be cheating, but a little time spent with a woman like Camilla was different.

Camilla knelt over Maria, bringing her pussy close to her face. Her hands braced against the wall she tightened her grip. Maria lapped at her hungrily, relishing the taste, the missed familiarity of woman. As she drew closer, Camilla adjusted her position and reached back behind her with one hand. She stroked Maria’s wet pussy as she ground and thrust her own against Maria’s face. Their climax was screamed in unison.

Next, Camilla lowered her face between Maria’s legs. Alex had never been an enthusiast of cunnilingus and it had been a year since he had paid her the attention that could bring her to her knees. Camilla took great pleasure in lavishing affection on Maria’s pussy. Why shouldn’t she? A beautiful girl needed pleasure and she was glad to have the opportunity to give her what she needed.

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They spent an exquisite hour with their bodies and limbs entwined, their pleasure all the sweeter for the realisation of its brevity. There was no point in them wasting a moment that deserved to be savoured.

Maria could still taste Camilla on her tongue when she was driving home. The recollection it stirred made her squirm a little in her seat. It wasn’t fair, she’d have to wait all week for another chance to orgasm.

Chapter 8: Camilla enjoys herself

Camilla was about fifty. She was a well-preserved, mature woman who exuded a kind of sophisticated femininity. She had resisted the temptation towards excess that so many women of her age who wish to still be thought of as sexual beings can succumb to. She could play the vamp when she wanted but she didn’t feel compelled to inhabit the role full-time.

She enjoyed the freedom that came with being comfortably off without having to work terribly hard and free of obligations to others. Her children had long since flown the nest and she saw them only occasionally. She had successfully completed the full cycle of marriage and motherhood and still been young enough at its culmination to be able to enjoy herself.

The book club was an idle pastime of hers. If nothing else it offered diversion and an excuse to meet new people in a usually convivial if well-behaved environment. She was too old to have any interest in going to nightclubs to find her pleasure. Anyway, many a respectable surface has been found to conceal most interesting depths and Camilla had made a preoccupation of exploring them.

In Maria she saw a sweet, shy woman. Someone nice who just couldn’t get what she wanted out of the man she had chosen to marry. Doubtless he was a good man in many respects but in something as important as her satisfaction he just didn’t know how to offer her fulfilment.

Camilla had given Maria a book to read as an alternative to the interminable inspirational worthiness that seemed to be popular at the time. The book was called How She Became. It was about a woman named Svetlana. She grew up in the country and moved to the city to find work. Her first job was in a factory, processing fish. Maria was a bit worried that it might turn out to be a rehash of the ghastliness that had been Guts but fortunately Svetlana didn’t spend very long in the factory.

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Maria was almost relieved when Svetlana found herself in an awkward position and was obliged to perform sexual favours for a man. Maria wasn’t stupid enough to imagine that she’d actually enjoy being forced into prostitution but just as so many women can’t help but harbour rape fantasies, however much they know that the reality would be traumatic, something about a man holding his cock out to her and just telling her to get on her knees and suck it excited her. It was enough to keep her reading, which was more than the other books had managed.

Maria still wasn’t a big fan of reading, but at least this book had more happening in it. She read about the woman’s experiences working as a high class prostitute. It stirred something in her. Maria couldn’t help but sneak a hand into her trousers. She didn’t want to end up like Alex, wanking away every spare moment he had, but nor could she begrudge herself a little pleasure. Soon, she had put the book down to focus on touching herself. When she came, the book was forgotten and it was Camilla she was thinking about.

Maria was purposefully early again for the book club meeting the following week. She was hoping that she could find Camilla and that they could sneak off together and spend a few hours enjoying each other’s body. Even the chaste kiss of greeting that Camilla gave her excited her. She was almost disappointed when Camilla wanted to talk about the book.

“Did you like the book?”

“It was a lot better than the last one, stuff actually happened in it.”

“Yes, she does lead an eventful life. Did you finish it?”

“Not quite. Would you like to go back to yours for a while?”

“Actually I think we should stay for the meeting this week.”

“Really, why? Wouldn’t you rather I licked you for a few hours?”

Maria pleaded, reaching out to touch Camilla. Camilla pushed the hand away.

“I already told you what we’re going to do.”

“Please…”

Camilla gave her a stern look. Maria shrank.

“Sorry.”

“I’ve bought you a little present.”

It was a small box, tied with a ribbon. Maria untied it and lifted the lid. Inside was a slender, curved metal cylinder with a trailing wire. She lifted it out, guessing where it was supposed to go. It started to buzz softly in her hand. Camilla showed the small remote control that she was holding in her hand.

“Nip to the loo and put it in.”

How could Maria say no?

It took her a few minutes to get the device settled inside her. She was blushing when she returned to Camilla, and found that others of the book group had arrived. Melanie was just entering the café.

“Oh, it’s you, Camilla. And…” Melanie glanced at her notebook but she obviously didn’t have Maria’s name conveniently written down in front of her this time so she didn’t say it.

“Hello Melanie. Don’t worry, I’ll behave.”

“Yes. I’d hope so.”

Camilla picked just that moment to touch the control, causing the device inside Maria to start buzzing. It caused Maria to cough out a short weird laugh that she couldn’t control. Melanie glared at her. Chastened, Maria looked down at the floor.

“Now, has everyone read the book?” Melanie asked, getting down to business. People nodded and muttered confirmation. Not expecting to actually be at the meeting, Maria had no idea what the book even was. Camilla was better prepared and had a copy of it in her bag. She took it out now and Maria tried to steal a glance at it. The cover illustration was of heavy metal bars in shadow. Banged Up by Adrian Volter.

“Would anyone like to tell the group what they thought about the book?”

“I really like it.” Carol spoke up, her voice faltering. Silence followed the statement, as though the universe itself was expecting a more insightful comment from the speaker. It didn’t happen. She had said what she wanted to.

“Yes. Thank you, Carol.”

Camilla touched the control again, causing a sharp momentary rise in the intensity of the vibrations inside Maria. She held her hand against her mouth to smother her reaction. It didn’t work.

“Perhaps you’d like to tell everyone what you thought about it….” Melanie glanced at her notebook again but found no further assistance.

“Maria.” Camilla volunteered helpfully. Maria glared at her. Camilla smiled back and the vibrations intensified.

“What did I think? Oh well… it was very moving, I suppose…” a sharp increase in the frequency made the last syllable have a strange, rising inflection. She coughed. “Very inspiring. How he endured, uh, everything that happened to him.” Maria stopped rambling.

Melanie seemed to be already bored of having to listen to other people.

“Yes, well, good. Of course, endurance is what can be seen as the defining trait of Adrian, one of the most multi-layered characters in modern literature.”

“So true.” Camilla intoned solemnly.

Melanie looked like she was about to rebuke Camilla, but couldn’t really.

Maria was almost relieved when Melanie started to ramble in earnest. It meant that she was safe to ignore her and focus on the delicious sensations that Camilla was giving her.

Melanie was expostulating her theories about just what it was that made Adrian such a critical hero for our times, but Maria wasn’t listening any more.

Camilla knew enough to not leave the device on the same setting for long enough for the novelty of the sensation to fade entirely. She played with it a little, allowing brief surging pulses of intensity to keep it fresh and exciting. Before long Maria had her fingers in her mouth, biting down to keep from moaning with pleasure.

Fortunately, Melanie was too wrapped up in her own opinions to notice and start asking Maria any difficult questions.

When Maria started to climax she did her best to hide it but it was strong enough that she couldn’t stop the convulsive twitches that went through her body.

Carol was looking at her oddly. Maria doubted that she could guess what was going on deep inside her.

Camilla was watching Maria closely and she let the vibrations fade away to nothing, giving Maria time to get her breath back. Maria was relieved, not sure that she could handle more of the sensations without a break.

Maria moved closer to Camilla so that she could talk without upsetting Melanie.

“You can be so cruel.”

“How can you say that, when I’ve just given you so much pleasure? Now shush, Melanie’s talking.”

The vibrations were gone so Maria was forced to pay more attention to what was actually happening around her. It wasn’t very interesting. All of this droning on about the same bloody book that she hadn’t even read was just so boring. She was glad when Melanie got to the end of her notes.

For the first time Maria was present for the end of a meeting and Melanie introducing their next book. Melanie was helpfully equipped with a carrier bag of copies.

“Due to recent inconsistencies in attendance it’s difficult for me to know just how many copies will be needed. It would make things much simpler if people could just decide whether they are going to come or not and stick to it.”

Maria could feel an air of accusation being directed at her but she didn’t really care. Camilla moved closer to her and whispered.

“She gets a kickback from the bookshop for those copies.”

“That’s handy for her.”

“Melanie doesn’t like it when people get their own copies.” Carol’s words came as a surprise. She had been sat with them throughout, but it had been so long since she had spoken that Maria had forgotten she was there.

“She also takes the books back when people are done with them, and sells them back to the guy.”

Melanie took a copy out of the bag and looked at it. The dark, dirty face of a man in a mining helmet filled the cover.

“Next week’s book is Coalface, by Lewie Jones. Though very different in setting from Banged Up, it shares four different themes with it. See how many of them you can spot and I’ll tell you if you got it right next week. Watch out, there’s two themes that you’ll think are in there but they aren’t.”

Maria felt obliged to take a copy, even though she doubted she would read it and fervently hoped that Camilla wouldn’t make her attend the next meeting. She dug in her purse to find the money. Melanie took it from her but didn’t look that pleased. Camilla didn’t bother. Knowing her she had probably read it already.

Maria was glad when the meeting proper was over and she could talk to Camilla a bit more freely. She hung around after everyone else had drifted off.

“Staying for another coffee?”

“Why don’t you want to go somewhere and have fun?”

“Haven’t I already said no to you about that?”

“Yes, but…”

“Just be patient, dear. You looked like you were having a splendid moment before so you’ve nothing to complain about.”

“I want more.”

“That’s just greedy. You can’t always get what you want.”

“I thought what we did was about giving it to me.”

“Maybe last week it was. This week it isn’t.”

“What about next week?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. How have things been with your husband?”

“Pretty much the same. We’re not fighting or anything.”

“But you aren’t fucking either.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Is there supposed to be a simple answer? We’re just not. Anyway, I’m sure he’s too busy wanking to want to.”

“What’s he getting from porn that he can’t get from you?”

“I think it’s mostly bondage stuff he watches, dominatrixes, that kind of stuff.”

“Dominatrices. So why don’t you, ah, help him out with that?”

“Me? I couldn’t, I’ve never. I don’t really do that sort of thing.”

“Really? You’re missing out.”

“If that’s what he’s after he picked the wrong girl.”

“You’ve never done that sort of thing?”

“A few times, I suppose, but…”

“You’ve always been the one on the bottom?”

“Yes. Have you done it?”

“Of course. It can be fun, plus it’s an easy way to keep a man in line. Anyway, I spent a lot of years telling off naughty children so I’ve had practice.”

“Was your husband into it?”

“I think he preferred younger girls. After I’d had his children he didn’t seem very interested in me. When he got bored of shagging his secretary he’d bother me occasionally. I got used to sorting him out without having to put in too much effort. It’s a lot easier than you think.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t think I could do it anyway. I’m not like that.”

“Only if you don’t want to be.”

“I don’t.”

“Then you can’t be surprised that he has to take care of himself. Would you rather he did what you’re doing and sneak out to get what he needs?”

“At least I don’t sit there fumbling with myself all the time.”

Camilla raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Not all the time.”

“Things would probably be much simpler if you two could just talk to each other.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“What would you do if he did fuck someone?”

“Divorce him, I suppose. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do if someone has an affair?”

“So he’s not allowed to have affairs but you are?”

“I don’t have affairs.”

Camilla gave her a look.

“We’re not having an affair. It’s different.”

The look continued.

“Shut up. It is.”

“You’re trying to have it both ways and that’s not fair. You can’t just stop him from having sex completely. It’s cruel.”

“What do you want me to do, set him up with someone?”

“Why not leave it to me?”

“You want to fuck him?”

“Certainly not.”

“Then what are you planning?”

“Trust me, Maria. Camilla knows best.”

“Camilla knows best.” Maria repeated, unconvinced.

Camilla kissed her delicately on the cheek and left the café.

Next week couldn’t come soon enough for Maria.

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Chapter 9: Camilla knows the best

The days dragged by as Maria longed for her next chance to see Camilla. Late at night and unable to sleep she pressed her thighs together wanting to kindle at least a hint of what she knew Camilla could do there. She touched herself as she lay next to her softly snoring husband, desperate enough that she was even tempted to wake him up and beg him to fuck her. She didn’t.

She was early for the next meeting. She didn’t even bother to wait until Alex got home from work. She didn’t want to have to wait alone, but she was eager to see Camilla. She desperately hoped that their next encounter would give her the fulfilment she craved rather than just more teasing. Camilla was already in the café when she got there and Maria regretted not leaving just that little bit earlier so that she could have had a few extra moments with her.

Camilla greeted her and kissed her affectionately.

“Please tell me you’re not going to make me actually go to the meeting.”

“Aren’t you excited for the chance to talk about Ivor?”

“Who?”

“The book.”

“I didn’t read it.”

“I’m disappointed.”

“Because I didn’t want to read more dismal crap about a guy in prison?”

“No, that part’s different at least. This one is about a man named Ivor. He works in a coal mine for thirty years, then the mine is closed down.”

“I bet he’s relieved.”

“You’d have thought, but instead he becomes the figurehead for a campaign to preserve the traditional way of life and ends up being stuck down the mine for another twenty years, but this time people are paying to visit and be showed what a real mine used to be like.”

“How ghastly. I can’t face it.

“Then what do you want?”

“You.”

Camilla laughed softly.

“That’s sweet of you. Let’s get a drink first and catch-up.”

“Please say you mean a real drink.”

“Come on. Let’s go before Melanie gets here and disapproves of us.”

They headed to the bar across the street, ordered a bottle of wine and sat at a table near the window. It wasn’t what Maria really wanted, but it was a more tempting prospect than having to pretend that she’d read the book again.

“Any change at home?”

“Not really. He’s out at work all day and he’d probably be happier if he could spend every other waking moment with his hand down his trousers.”

“Don’t take it personally, dear. Boys can’t help themselves.”

“That makes it even more depressing.”

Maria was drinking faster than she meant to. Was it just nerves? When she was younger a bottle of wine could disappear and leave her feeling none the worse, but even a glass was enough for her to feel it lately.

“I’ve come up with an idea to try and ah… sort things out a bit for you.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. Do you trust me?”

“I think so. Should I?”

“Just let me try something. I think I know a way to help you both out.”

“What do I need to do?”

“Not much, but you’d be a dear if you’d help me on with the corset.”

“Corset? What are you up to?”

“No questions. Camilla knows best. Come on. Finish your wine. We can take the rest of the bottle with us.”

“Where are we going?”

“Just a quick stop off at my place to get everything in order.”

Maria drove them to Camilla’s house. She was hoping that it meant they would be able to spend another pleasant evening in bed together, but Camilla clearly had other plans.

“What do you think?”

Camilla held up her new acquisition. It was a corset, an elaborate construction of black and red leather, its soft surface covered with detailed carving. Inside it was lined with silk.

“Where did you get it?”

“Do you like it? It was rather expensive, but quality has a price. It’s properly fitted, which was an interesting experience, I’ll tell you. I’m pretty sure that the girl spent twice as long measuring as she had to, but I wasn’t complaining.”

“You bought it specially?”

“Not exactly. I bought it because I wanted it, and I want it because I have a plan. Would you rather I’d bought it solely for your benefit?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never really been into leather…”

“I simply can’t believe that.” She held it up in front of her. “Are you saying that seeing me in this wouldn’t turn you on?”

“You’d turn me on in a bin bag.”

“You say the sweetest things. Now, stop wasting time. We’ve got things to do and I need you to help me get ready.”

Camilla undressed with brisk efficiency, then pulled on stockings, a short leather skirt and the corset. She needed Maria’s help tightening the laces. It looked very uncomfortable.

“Can you still breathe?”

“Just about.” Camilla smiled awkwardly. “The sacrifices one must make for art…”

She spent a few minutes at the mirror applying considerably more vampish make-up. When she was finished, she turned to Maria for approval.

“How do I look?”

“So gorgeous it’s not fair it’s not for me.”

“Be a good girl and you’ll get your turn.”

She added tall leather boots with spike heels and long gloves to complete her ensemble. The riding crop she held lightly in her hand was the finishing touch. Her appearance fetishised, Camilla put her coat back on and encouraged Maria back to her car.

“Where now?”

“Your place.”

“What?”

“I’m sure you know the way.”

“Are you going to let him fuck you?”

“Didn’t I already tell you I wasn’t? Do you want me to?”

“It’s your plan.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“No. I don’t want you to.”

“I won’t. Stop worrying. Let’s head over to your place. I’ll go in and have a word with him. Remember, Camilla knows best.”

Maria was unconvinced but didn’t want to argue with Camilla, especially not when she was dressed like that.

Maria parked across the road from the house.

“It’s that one.”

“Fine. Now let me have your key, and just wait here. I’ll take care of everything. It shouldn’t take long.”

Camilla slipped off her coat and walked briskly across the road to Maria’s front door. It wasn’t a warm evening and her outfit wasn’t really covering her that well.

Maria passed the time fiddling with the radio and feeling awkward. It was dark but it still felt weird to be sat in a parked car so close to the house. She wondered what Camilla was getting up to with her husband. She knew it was naughty, but she found herself taking elicit sips on the bottle of wine, just to give herself something else to think about.

A little while later, Maria’s day-dreaming was interrupted by Camilla opening the car door.

“You weren’t in there very long.”

“It doesn’t take long.”

“Did he go along with it?”

“Of course he did. What man wouldn’t? It was easy.”

“Did he cum?”

“Of course?”

“What did you do to him?”

“I didn’t even touch him. He just needed a little encouragement.”

“You made him cum without even touching him?”

“Men like to think that they’re mysterious, but they’re really not. Cocks are all alike when you get to know them.”

“Lucky them.”

“I could do it to you as well…”

“You promise? You can keep the corset on.”

“Just for you, but it’s bloody uncomfortable.”

“What now?”

“Well, I’ve told him to stop wanking so we’ll have to just see how long that lasts.”

“Give it a day.”

“More than likely, but it doesn’t matter really. It’s given him something to think about.”

“I bet it has. What do you think of him?”

“He’s a horny boy. Like most of them he can’t stop playing with his cock. It’s nothing unusual.”

“Really. You think all men are like that?”

“Most of them. They just don’t like to talk about it. Part of them realises how hard it is for anyone to take them seriously when they’re doing it so they just pretend it doesn’t happen.”

“And they really don’t like it if you laugh at them.”

“Do you want to see him in the act?”

Camilla showed Maria the photos she had taken of Alex, naked from the waist down with his hand wrapped around his cock.

“It’s a good picture, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. You’re not married to it.”

“Mine wasn’t any better.”

“So what was the point of all this getting dressed up and sneaking around?”

“Would you rather he pay some whore to boss him around?”

“No, but it’s a bit weird.”

“Sex usually is. Come on. Let’s go back to mine for a bit. You should probably leave him to it for a while.”

“Still think you can make me cum without touching me?”

“I know I can. I could tell you how to do it to him, if you wanted.”

“I think I’d rather you just show me.”

And she could, as Maria could happily testify later that evening when she was driving home. Of course it had been a bit of a cheat, really. Maria had been the one doing all the touching. Not that she was complaining about that.

It was almost midnight when she got home. Alex looked worried.

“Where have you been?”

“Sorry… I lost track of time.”

“Good book group?”

She tried to stay calm but was still feeling tingly after Camilla’s attention.

“Very.”

She felt embarrassed, by what she knew he’d done earlier, and by everything that she had done since. Of course, she couldn’t judge him too harshly for going along with Camilla’s plan. And how could she criticise him for his indulgences when she was enjoying her own?

Chapter 10: How they both cheated

Another week dragged by. Maria did stuff around the house in a desultory manner. She cleaned up a bit, did the washing, watched too much TV.

She had made a rule for herself that she should never drink alcohol during the day but increasingly she found herself looking longingly at the bottles in the cupboard. At least that would have made the time pass a bit faster.

If only there was something else for her to look forward to. It wasn’t like she could try and meet up with Camilla before the next meeting, she didn’t even have her phone number. Maria wished that she could just talk to Camilla. Maybe she could call Melanie, she might have it, but no… she didn’t want to risk annoying Camilla by trying to contact her without being invited to. She would just have to wait.

Tuesday evening couldn’t come soon enough. She spent most of the afternoon getting herself ready. She had a long bath, shaved herself smooth, and then lounged around preening and pampering for hours.

She was dressed and ready to leave when Alex made it home.

“Will you be staying out afterwards tonight?” he asked nervously.

“Probably, you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just be sad and alone I suppose.”

“There’s a brave boy.” She kissed him on the cheek and headed out.

Camilla wasn’t there when Maria got to the café, but fortunately Melanie wasn’t either.

She found herself chatting with the awkward mousey individual that she had previously seen loitering in the back of the meetings.

“Hi… Carol, isn’t it?”

“Hi. Yes. Hello.” She spoke in small, querulous staccato bursts.

“Looking forward to the meeting?”

She nodded.

“Did you like the book?”

Carol nodded.

“Did you?”

“I haven’t even read it.”

Carol looked shocked.

“I won’t tell Melanie.”

“Thank you. She’s a bit of a bitch, isn’t she?”

Carol looked momentarily appalled by the description, then laughed nervously.

Camilla entered the café. Her coat was done up to the neck. Maria wondered what she might be hiding beneath it. Were those the same boots she’d been wearing for her little session last week?

“Hello Carol, Maria.”

Carol did a weird little wave-thing and retreated into the background. Maria went in for a kiss. Camilla reciprocated, but only momentarily.

“Are we staying for the meeting this week?”

“Do you want to?”

“Not really. I’d rather go somewhere with you…”

“Anywhere in particular?”

“I don’t mind. You choose.”

“Okay. Come on, let’s go.”

“See you next time, Carol.”

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 Maria 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.

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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 open 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…

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“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.

“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.