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493 look Ian, I wish
Ian was sufficiently high in the ranking as shift management that he only had to work one weekend in three and that he could work from home on call for emergencies. So it was in the pub on Friday evening that they met Lenny, Rufus, being a level lower than Ian, and having to work one weekend in three, being at work, his wife not having come out without him, so there was just the three of them.
The evening was fine, the group this week a ballad singer, backed by a stripper, not brilliant but fair, and the drinks steady, May went off to the toilet and Lenny confided in Ian that he could easily have loved whipping that strippers arse for her. just then May returned and in getting past the young man, he slid his hand across her buttocks in a friendly way helping her past to her seat. She smiled at him, Ian returned from being at the bar, and said, “did you enjoy that”
Another drink was consumed, then the bell rang for time, apparently way too early but after drinking up, they set off homeward. At the crossroads Ian suggested if Lenny had no reason to rush off home, perhaps he may like to come for coffee. Lenny said, “he had no plans and lived alone in a flat so no one would miss him!”
Ten minutes saw them sat in the softly lit living room coffee in hand. They chatted on for a while, then Ian decided enough was enough, and said boldly, “your brother told me you fancy my wife, is that true or was he pulling my leg?”
The young man mid-sip near choked, not quite knowing what to say, so Ian said, “oh I don’t mind, I find it a compliment and I suspect so will May, she has a thing about being fancied, don’t you May?” A heavily blushing May nodded, and the young man`s jaw dropped open. Ian unperturbed went on to say, “it`s not the only thing about my wife that I have found out… she fancies you too and she has a fantasy, of being used, controlled or even worse, pained though that is for another time if at all!”
Lenny having got over the forwardness of his host quietly said “yes, he did indeed fancy the lady in question, but that he felt it a bit odd that her husband should be the one arranging it like this!” To which a grinning Ian said that, “he didn’t wish to be up all night waiting for you two to get it on” and that, “he wanted to watch his wife getting well mis-used, as long as he could count on Lenny`s discretion…!”
A promise of silence was quickly given then he turned to May and said, “look, May… yes I do fancy you, I have since I first saw you but I want to be sure it`s what you want and you`re not just doing it to please him!” he indicated Ian with a jerk of the head. She assured him it was a mutual thing, said, “it was his fantasy to see her screwed hard, and used, but it was also my own fantasy, of being controlled, used, violated even, but not just by any old body, it had to be by someone she fancied” and that, “as she fancied him big time perhaps this was the opportunity.”
He kissed her, a single long hard lip-smacking kiss, then he asked Ian, “you really want me to take your wife and make her eyes rattle?” Ian nodded, now going with the flow of excitement, “That’s exactly it matey, and, if your master enough, and she enjoys you, then one weekend soon you can fulfil all your dominant fantasies with her, while I watch, but that will take some more arranging, OK?” Just as he expected an eager nod was the answer.
May said she needed to pee, but our young master to be, said rather decidedly “no” then added, “you can wait till I let you!”
The lovers kissed once more, then Lenny stood, hauled May to her feet and said, “let`s start as we mean to go on, time to strip for us missy, and I mean all of it.” That got a smile from Ian and a blush from May but nonetheless she began taking off her clothing, just exactly as she had been told. The rust coloured dress was the first to reach the sofa back, followed by the slip, then the stockings, she was now stood in her best set of matching underclothes, her best pale-green set Ian noted, which could only mean she had planned for this moment. He smiled, thought, ‘be careful what you wish for lady,’ and silently nodded to Lenny to carry on, not that by now he was in charge of his wife that was very obvious.
She slid off the garter belt and the stockings, then fixing Ian with a steady eye she removed the bra, the last item would have immediately followed had Lenny not stopped her.
He said for her to kneel, which she did, then he told her to remove his trousers and his underpants, she was quick to comply gasping when she saw the size of his tool, thick as a baby`s arm and about 8 to 9 inches in length, but slowly rising to a stiff 9 or even 10inches…she gasped, he laughed. “Now madam, at some point in the next few weeks I shall use this, right up into your arse, and yes it will really hurt you, but you will give yourself to me to do just that, knowing of the pain and giving yourself freely, understand?” Her eyes like saucers she exchanged glances with Ian, then she nodded, though anal was not one of her joys and she could barely accept Ian on the rare occasions that it happened hoping perhaps this was a fantasy of his.
Lenny smiled, then said, “tonight I will have you on your own bed, Ian can sleep elsewhere when he has seen enough, do you understand?” she nodded but asked if she could go to the toilet first. He said she could, but they would both come with her to watch! Blushing, bright red, she led the way, by now in dire need of losing the lagers she had consumed. Her green clad rump led the way upstairs, then at the toilet in the wet room. She simply removed the knickers and sat down to pee. He had her move to the back of the pan, and as she was about to pee, he stopped her and began to hose her sex with his own passing.
Having finished and by now the sound of his water in the bowl had her wriggling, and biting her lip, so as not to pass her own water till he let her. he had Ian approach, said “wet her just as I did,” Ian did as he was told, his hot water just drenching her sex, hitting her erect clitorise, then dropping noisily into the pan, she was obviously in a lot of discomfort. Lenny slipped his fingers into her sex, then nodded, she knew it was her queue, she allowed herself to empty, over his fingers and his hand.
She dried herself, her bladder empty, he raised his wet hand to her face and quietly, whispered, “clean it!” without hesitation Ian watched his beloved wife lick her own urine from his black fingers, at that moment in time, he knew she would be soon allowing this eager young bull to use her body in any mortal way he ever wished. They dried on the big fluffy towels then adjourned to the bedroom, Ian sitting himself in the old bath chair at the bed end.
Lenny said, “Ian have you a camera, one that can film movies from choice?” nodding, from the cupboard he quickly fetched the camera, Lenny telling him to film whatever he wished, saying, “you will be able to watch me taking your wife whenever you wish then!” he turned to May, pointed at her then the bed, she did just as she was told, flat on her back, her legs wide open, he nodded, then without foreplay he slipped himself into her, not far it is true but it was still megger. She accepted the big stiff prick like a train entering a tunnel, with hardly a cry, though after Rufus, I suspect her organ had been forewarned, and she was well lubricated by the evening so far, though in fact by now it was silly o`clock, they not having left the pub till near midnight!
He lay along Ian`s subservient wife, savouring the tight fit and nuzzling her neck and ear, sliding deeper with every second that past, showing he had at least some compassion. It had answered the long-held question of could Ian stand to watch his wife the lovely May, ravaged, the answer was not only could he but he was enjoying her every moan, or tiny whimper as like in parliament ‘the terrible black rod entered the chamber.’ The camera missed nothing, her face a picture of mixed messages, lust, excitement, pain, it was all in there, her eyes fell on Ian, and the probing lens, and she smiled, it was short-lived as just then unknowingly lenny began his first retreat.
She knew what was to come, a look of mixed wonder and dread flitted across her eyes as he rammed himself home, causing her to cry out. It became a regular cycle retreat all the way, then stab the big old tool deeper into her. slowly her cry`s turned to whimpers then moans of extasy, at that moment Ian believed that he would never fully satisfy his wife again, after all this time she had found her own excitement level, though in his brain lurked the thought that she wanted more to fully satisfy her craving`s.
His speed was increasing his body raised to meet him a little now, his black hands gripping the white flesh of her breasts in a strange position, clasping, pinching, kneading at the soft flesh, as he hammered away, apparently unstoppable. She whispered something to him Ian couldn`t catch
Her own white hands onto his shoulders supporting him, fingers urging him on, he moved his right-hand to her neck, the huge paw encircling her throat, Ian watched the fingers tighten, her eyes imploring him, a little frightened, a little compliant but filled with lust, his grip tightened and her face coloured, he was choking her, that was obvious, her eyes bulged a little but she made no attempt to throw him off, Ian wondered should he do something, but by then it was all too exciting and she had begun to climax, huge and hard! It was a climax to beat even the best he had ever managed and that which even Rufus had achieved, her hips by now pushing back against his thrusts, her eyes rolling her nipples hard as diamond`s. Ian became aware of the camera shaking, he being unable to hold it steady with his left hand the right grasping his own took though he didn’t remember when it had started… with a grunt this black monster began to fill May, his balls tightening his hand slipping from her throat to aid in supporting his upper body as he pressed himself deeper into the woman, emptying his seed as far as he could into the now limp woman`s body. he stayed in the position for a long second or two then rolled off to her left side, the great tool flopping onto his thigh, spent, the camera turning to the pinky red gash that was his once his more easily satisfied wife, seed dribbled from her body, she was well filled. Smiling, breathing returning to near normal slowly but surely returning her to this earth.
Ian took his leave…he felt like an intruder! He went next door, what had once been his daughters room, the bed always made up he was soon in it, he had much to think about. Sleep did not come easily, he tossed, and he turned, then re-ran the film. Watching it once more was like some porn film badly shot, unbelievably it was May his own wife featuring, with this black stud, he watched it once then again and again, tears were in his eyes, he heard a faint cry, a bedhead rhythmically thumping the wall, the beat increasing to a frenzy, his wife`s voice calling yes, YES, Yessss. Then a groan and then silence. his mind in a blur wondered for a moment if this black stud had killed her, his precious wife. But even as he threw back the sheets, he heard a faint bumping of the bedhead, and a feminine voice again, though he could not make out the words.
He dozed she was obviously not unhappy. At five just as dawn broke, the whole bedhead battering tattoo began again, and again at eight, he got up and made tea, and was sat drinking it, as he heard the loo flush upstairs, his mind doing cartwheels.
Lenny appeared, dressed, and fit as a butchers dog, a spring in his step. He accepted the offer of tea and they sat at the table neither knowing quite what to say.
Lenny asked more for something to say than real interest, “was the film good?”
Ian stuttered that, “it could be better, it suffered from camera shake at times!”
The reply was that it needed a tripod, and better luck next time! ...next time, the young pup had decided for himself that there would be a next time then…
Ian said nothing, Lenny looked at the time, said he had things to do, and scribbled his phone numbers on a note pad before setting off homeward.
It was fully 2 pm when a tousle haired May appeared in the kitchen, a note against the cold teapot said GONE FISHING, BACK SOON and there was a number of kisses. Ian needed it seemed time to think.
She ate, just toast and marmalade, then took a long shower, before making the beds and peeling spuds for tea, she needed normality.
He arrived home and put away his rods out in his shed before coming indoors. She by then had put on the spuds to boil and plated the mixed cold meats and was then laying the table.
They avoided eye contact, at least for a start. Then in a rush of emotions they hugged and kissed. “you alright?” he asked, she grinned, then said she was, “tired but ok otherwise… but… how are you?” he managed a grin then said, “shocked I guess is about right, I thought he was going to kill you with that hand on the throat trick, were you ok with that?” her reply was that, she had asked him to do it, she could see in his eyes he was not going to do her real harm and that it ,“heightened that climax big time, though he didn’t do it again till the last time and then only at my request!” he looked shocked, so she asked if the film was watchable, she said she had noticed him… wanking and the camera shaking badly! He laughed said that some of it was watchable, but that Lenny had suggested a tripod for next time… She smiled and quickly said, “oh… YOU have decided there will be a next time then?”
He smiled a distant smile then said, “well no, it was just that Lenny said, and I took it that you had decided!” she said, “Lenny is a cheeky bastard,” and that she, “had said nothing of the sort, and that she wouldn’t, not without your permission Ian, you know that.” She went on, “Look mate, he had me four times last night, each time leading to a massive climax, I don’t know where he got the energy from, and I woke tired I suspect long after he had gone. I can only say I am glad I am nowadays infertile, and that it was a fantastic experience, one I would not like to have missed. But if you say no more, you are my husband Ian, and it will be no more!” she paused then went on, “yes, I have a fantasy of being used, and badly and this went a long way that way, though it didn’t quite do it all for me, that I will admit, but it is up to you and you alone…ok?”
They kissed, then the spuds being done they ate, a simple meal cold meat and mash, glad of the moment to let their thoughts jell.
After the meal, simple though it was, she made coffee and he at her request, set up the old camera linked to the TV, it would not have been a good time for the local vicar to visit…a 72” wall-mounted view of an ebony stud, throwing himself into a supposedly matronly English mature wife of his parish, in full technicolour may not have been to his taste, at least outwardly!
May during the second showing talking Ian through the whole process like a newsman at a coronation or the trooping of the colour! Comments like, “God that was painful!” and “Bloody hell I`ve never felt so stretched”, or just, “that was good,” which all had a mixed reception with Ian, still wondering if he was a part redundant force. It was now the manipulating of her breasts, her hand instinctively going to her nipples as the image showed the black hand on her tender white flesh, saying, “I think he instinctively knew I wanted some pain, it hurt like hell and I am still bruised, but it all added to the wonder of the adventure!” Ian regarded her with a beady eye, this was a side of May that he now knew he was only just seeing, sort of tip of the iceberg stuff, she looked at him then shrugged and said, “well matey what`s done can`t be undone now, and I think in your own way you enjoyed watching me used and violated!”
They came to the scene of the choking the camera having taken a shot of his balls slapping against her, it returned to her face to find her supporting his shoulders She explained, “It had been her idea, begging him to restrict her breath as the man in her father`s film had!” The image caught his hand, his big black gorilla like hand encircling her throat, and choking her. She Explained that, “The effect had her adrenaline coursing through her veins like a tsunami, it was amazing, My heart increased its rate, my blood rushed and clattered in my ears and the effects of his fucking increased till I thought I would pass out!”
He, didn’t take his eyes from the screen, like a rag doll his wife was taking the pummelling of a lifetime and by her own account loving it, loving being throttled. He heard her say, “that if he had killed her at that precise moment, she would have let him, it was so wonderful, so, what she had always , he could have done to her any mortal thing he wanted!”
Involuntarily he came untouched in his trousers, the combination of her narrative and the film and the memories was just too much. Knowing he had spilt his seed, she quietly said, “Now you tell me it doesn’t turn you on seeing me being used in pain or violated!”
He shook his head, not to say ‘no’ but to say he was ashamed of his reaction to watching her body, this mother of two, his life partner, being used like this. Tears ran as he blurted out that, “Yes…yes, yes, god forgive me in truth I was loving your pain and discomfort and if you wanted more then, I want to watch and film every tiny detail of your games, so we can watch it together time and again” it was a confession that stunned even her, she had not thought he would admit it so easily or so fully. They kissed then there and the on the carpet, still half clothed and watching the silent wobbly film once more, they made love, short and as violently as they ever had.
They shopped on the following Monday morning, he, on a late shift and her taking the day off in leu she having been owed overtime. By mutual agreement they re-equipt themselves, a new TV screen for their bedroom, and a camera with a tripod, and good sound with sound and a complete cctv set which fitted to the computer directly, which would be covering the covering the whole house.
He came home at ten thirty having had a long shift, she had unpacked the new items, and the camera on its tripod was at the foot of the bed, wiring the rest, and screwing the screen to the wall would be his job for tomorrow morning.
They made love, eagerly and graphically in front of the cameras, “to test them” he had said. They both collected the details in perfect focus and in the most graphic detail.
She went off to her work as usual next day he driving her in and she returning by a bus to the cross roads, after her shift! Before he went on shift and having completed the job`s he left her a note, it said, try the film on the DVD that is in the machine!
He had taken off all the films of them onto a DVD, so she ate her tea watching her favourite couple and then herself with Lenny, her vibrator buzzing away happily!
After he got home that evening they chatted together, he had come to terms with it all he said, he suggested that after the event, to let her repair if necessary, they both had a week off, perhaps Monday to Monday but they needed to arrange the weekend to coincide with Lenny being at home. They also needed to chat to him before-hand, that was obvious. So, a message was left on his answerphone, he was obviously away, ‘would he ring asp.’
Surprisingly, he phoned next morning, he was not away but had had a late night with a friend. Ian and Lenny, then had a discussion about the weekend, and they made the basic arrangements of when the date was to be, they picked the weekend two weeks hence, that gave them time to organise holidays afterwards, and for Lenny to complete a contract he was working on in Derby. They agreed he was to visit May the very next evening while he was still on late shift, to discuss her ‘exact needs,’ agreeing to no sex at that meeting, at least till Ian was home. They laughed when Lenny said after a day at his work, he would probably be too tired anyway!
Ian ferried her to work next day, he promising her that there would be only talk that evening and she said, that she was looking forward to showing Lenny the DVD, Ian offered to make him a copy which idea she seemed to like a lot.
The day dragged, at home he made a copy of the DVD for Lenny, left it with a note, then off into work at 2, tea at six, finish at ten, handing over to his opposite number rapidly and driving home, the 10 minutes’ drive dragging like never before. Lenny`s pick-up was parked at the kerb outside the house, he was here then. His fears were unfounded, they were sitting over coffee, the DVD in its cover poking out of Lenny`s boiler suit top pocket.
Coffee over Lenny excused himself saying, “it was another working day tomorrow,” to May he added, “that he would get the necessary, and if they could confirm that they were ok etc he would meet them at the pub on Friday week.” With that he shook Ian`s hand, blew her a kiss and was gone. The old pick-up noisily clattering away towards his home in a cloud of blue smoke.
May explained that, “he had not turned up till nine, the job having over-run, he had thanked them for the copy of the film, which he pocketed for later and like a visiting salesman he had had her outline her deepest desires, and he his.” She went on, that, ”they had come to a rough understanding, leaving him with plenty of leeway, though he had insisted on the anal he had promise her, oh and she had told him they had a new tripoded camera and she was to let him know about certain other limits when they confirmed next week!” it was all very clinical and she added “he would be dropping the instructions for you in the letterbox when we have confirmed!” That was no real surprise, but it did add an air of the done deal.
It was they knew to be a long, long week …and an even longer weekend!
Ian was sufficiently high in the ranking as shift management that he only had to work one weekend in three and that he could work from home on call for emergencies. So it was in the pub on Friday evening that they met Lenny, Rufus, being a level lower than Ian, and having to work one weekend in three, being at work, his wife not having come out without him, so there was just the three of them.
The evening was fine, the group this week a ballad singer, backed by a stripper, not brilliant but fair, and the drinks steady, May went off to the toilet and Lenny confided in Ian that he could easily have loved whipping that strippers arse for her. just then May returned and in getting past the young man, he slid his hand across her buttocks in a friendly way helping her past to her seat. She smiled at him, Ian returned from being at the bar, and said, “did you enjoy that”
Another drink was consumed, then the bell rang for time, apparently way too early but after drinking up, they set off homeward. At the crossroads Ian suggested if Lenny had no reason to rush off home, perhaps he may like to come for coffee. Lenny said, “he had no plans and lived alone in a flat so no one would miss him!”
Ten minutes saw them sat in the softly lit living room coffee in hand. They chatted on for a while, then Ian decided enough was enough, and said boldly, “your brother told me you fancy my wife, is that true or was he pulling my leg?”
The young man mid-sip near choked, not quite knowing what to say, so Ian said, “oh I don’t mind, I find it a compliment and I suspect so will May, she has a thing about being fancied, don’t you May?” A heavily blushing May nodded, and the young man`s jaw dropped open. Ian unperturbed went on to say, “it`s not the only thing about my wife that I have found out… she fancies you too and she has a fantasy, of being used, controlled or even worse, pained though that is for another time if at all!”
Lenny having got over the forwardness of his host quietly said “yes, he did indeed fancy the lady in question, but that he felt it a bit odd that her husband should be the one arranging it like this!” To which a grinning Ian said that, “he didn’t wish to be up all night waiting for you two to get it on” and that, “he wanted to watch his wife getting well mis-used, as long as he could count on Lenny`s discretion…!”
A promise of silence was quickly given then he turned to May and said, “look, May… yes I do fancy you, I have since I first saw you but I want to be sure it`s what you want and you`re not just doing it to please him!” he indicated Ian with a jerk of the head. She assured him it was a mutual thing, said, “it was his fantasy to see her screwed hard, and used, but it was also my own fantasy, of being controlled, used, violated even, but not just by any old body, it had to be by someone she fancied” and that, “as she fancied him big time perhaps this was the opportunity.”
He kissed her, a single long hard lip-smacking kiss, then he asked Ian, “you really want me to take your wife and make her eyes rattle?” Ian nodded, now going with the flow of excitement, “That’s exactly it matey, and, if your master enough, and she enjoys you, then one weekend soon you can fulfil all your dominant fantasies with her, while I watch, but that will take some more arranging, OK?” Just as he expected an eager nod was the answer.
May said she needed to pee, but our young master to be, said rather decidedly “no” then added, “you can wait till I let you!”
The lovers kissed once more, then Lenny stood, hauled May to her feet and said, “let`s start as we mean to go on, time to strip for us missy, and I mean all of it.” That got a smile from Ian and a blush from May but nonetheless she began taking off her clothing, just exactly as she had been told. The rust coloured dress was the first to reach the sofa back, followed by the slip, then the stockings, she was now stood in her best set of matching underclothes, her best pale-green set Ian noted, which could only mean she had planned for this moment. He smiled, thought, ‘be careful what you wish for lady,’ and silently nodded to Lenny to carry on, not that by now he was in charge of his wife that was very obvious.
She slid off the garter belt and the stockings, then fixing Ian with a steady eye she removed the bra, the last item would have immediately followed had Lenny not stopped her.
He said for her to kneel, which she did, then he told her to remove his trousers and his underpants, she was quick to comply gasping when she saw the size of his tool, thick as a baby`s arm and about 8 to 9 inches in length, but slowly rising to a stiff 9 or even 10inches…she gasped, he laughed. “Now madam, at some point in the next few weeks I shall use this, right up into your arse, and yes it will really hurt you, but you will give yourself to me to do just that, knowing of the pain and giving yourself freely, understand?” Her eyes like saucers she exchanged glances with Ian, then she nodded, though anal was not one of her joys and she could barely accept Ian on the rare occasions that it happened hoping perhaps this was a fantasy of his.
Lenny smiled, then said, “tonight I will have you on your own bed, Ian can sleep elsewhere when he has seen enough, do you understand?” she nodded but asked if she could go to the toilet first. He said she could, but they would both come with her to watch! Blushing, bright red, she led the way, by now in dire need of losing the lagers she had consumed. Her green clad rump led the way upstairs, then at the toilet in the wet room. She simply removed the knickers and sat down to pee. He had her move to the back of the pan, and as she was about to pee, he stopped her and began to hose her sex with his own passing.
Having finished and by now the sound of his water in the bowl had her wriggling, and biting her lip, so as not to pass her own water till he let her. he had Ian approach, said “wet her just as I did,” Ian did as he was told, his hot water just drenching her sex, hitting her erect clitorise, then dropping noisily into the pan, she was obviously in a lot of discomfort. Lenny slipped his fingers into her sex, then nodded, she knew it was her queue, she allowed herself to empty, over his fingers and his hand.
She dried herself, her bladder empty, he raised his wet hand to her face and quietly, whispered, “clean it!” without hesitation Ian watched his beloved wife lick her own urine from his black fingers, at that moment in time, he knew she would be soon allowing this eager young bull to use her body in any mortal way he ever wished. They dried on the big fluffy towels then adjourned to the bedroom, Ian sitting himself in the old bath chair at the bed end.
Lenny said, “Ian have you a camera, one that can film movies from choice?” nodding, from the cupboard he quickly fetched the camera, Lenny telling him to film whatever he wished, saying, “you will be able to watch me taking your wife whenever you wish then!” he turned to May, pointed at her then the bed, she did just as she was told, flat on her back, her legs wide open, he nodded, then without foreplay he slipped himself into her, not far it is true but it was still megger. She accepted the big stiff prick like a train entering a tunnel, with hardly a cry, though after Rufus, I suspect her organ had been forewarned, and she was well lubricated by the evening so far, though in fact by now it was silly o`clock, they not having left the pub till near midnight!
He lay along Ian`s subservient wife, savouring the tight fit and nuzzling her neck and ear, sliding deeper with every second that past, showing he had at least some compassion. It had answered the long-held question of could Ian stand to watch his wife the lovely May, ravaged, the answer was not only could he but he was enjoying her every moan, or tiny whimper as like in parliament ‘the terrible black rod entered the chamber.’ The camera missed nothing, her face a picture of mixed messages, lust, excitement, pain, it was all in there, her eyes fell on Ian, and the probing lens, and she smiled, it was short-lived as just then unknowingly lenny began his first retreat.
She knew what was to come, a look of mixed wonder and dread flitted across her eyes as he rammed himself home, causing her to cry out. It became a regular cycle retreat all the way, then stab the big old tool deeper into her. slowly her cry`s turned to whimpers then moans of extasy, at that moment Ian believed that he would never fully satisfy his wife again, after all this time she had found her own excitement level, though in his brain lurked the thought that she wanted more to fully satisfy her craving`s.
His speed was increasing his body raised to meet him a little now, his black hands gripping the white flesh of her breasts in a strange position, clasping, pinching, kneading at the soft flesh, as he hammered away, apparently unstoppable. She whispered something to him Ian couldn`t catch
Her own white hands onto his shoulders supporting him, fingers urging him on, he moved his right-hand to her neck, the huge paw encircling her throat, Ian watched the fingers tighten, her eyes imploring him, a little frightened, a little compliant but filled with lust, his grip tightened and her face coloured, he was choking her, that was obvious, her eyes bulged a little but she made no attempt to throw him off, Ian wondered should he do something, but by then it was all too exciting and she had begun to climax, huge and hard! It was a climax to beat even the best he had ever managed and that which even Rufus had achieved, her hips by now pushing back against his thrusts, her eyes rolling her nipples hard as diamond`s. Ian became aware of the camera shaking, he being unable to hold it steady with his left hand the right grasping his own took though he didn’t remember when it had started… with a grunt this black monster began to fill May, his balls tightening his hand slipping from her throat to aid in supporting his upper body as he pressed himself deeper into the woman, emptying his seed as far as he could into the now limp woman`s body. he stayed in the position for a long second or two then rolled off to her left side, the great tool flopping onto his thigh, spent, the camera turning to the pinky red gash that was his once his more easily satisfied wife, seed dribbled from her body, she was well filled. Smiling, breathing returning to near normal slowly but surely returning her to this earth.
Ian took his leave…he felt like an intruder! He went next door, what had once been his daughters room, the bed always made up he was soon in it, he had much to think about. Sleep did not come easily, he tossed, and he turned, then re-ran the film. Watching it once more was like some porn film badly shot, unbelievably it was May his own wife featuring, with this black stud, he watched it once then again and again, tears were in his eyes, he heard a faint cry, a bedhead rhythmically thumping the wall, the beat increasing to a frenzy, his wife`s voice calling yes, YES, Yessss. Then a groan and then silence. his mind in a blur wondered for a moment if this black stud had killed her, his precious wife. But even as he threw back the sheets, he heard a faint bumping of the bedhead, and a feminine voice again, though he could not make out the words.
He dozed she was obviously not unhappy. At five just as dawn broke, the whole bedhead battering tattoo began again, and again at eight, he got up and made tea, and was sat drinking it, as he heard the loo flush upstairs, his mind doing cartwheels.
Lenny appeared, dressed, and fit as a butchers dog, a spring in his step. He accepted the offer of tea and they sat at the table neither knowing quite what to say.
Lenny asked more for something to say than real interest, “was the film good?”
Ian stuttered that, “it could be better, it suffered from camera shake at times!”
The reply was that it needed a tripod, and better luck next time! ...next time, the young pup had decided for himself that there would be a next time then…
Ian said nothing, Lenny looked at the time, said he had things to do, and scribbled his phone numbers on a note pad before setting off homeward.
It was fully 2 pm when a tousle haired May appeared in the kitchen, a note against the cold teapot said GONE FISHING, BACK SOON and there was a number of kisses. Ian needed it seemed time to think.
She ate, just toast and marmalade, then took a long shower, before making the beds and peeling spuds for tea, she needed normality.
He arrived home and put away his rods out in his shed before coming indoors. She by then had put on the spuds to boil and plated the mixed cold meats and was then laying the table.
They avoided eye contact, at least for a start. Then in a rush of emotions they hugged and kissed. “you alright?” he asked, she grinned, then said she was, “tired but ok otherwise… but… how are you?” he managed a grin then said, “shocked I guess is about right, I thought he was going to kill you with that hand on the throat trick, were you ok with that?” her reply was that, she had asked him to do it, she could see in his eyes he was not going to do her real harm and that it ,“heightened that climax big time, though he didn’t do it again till the last time and then only at my request!” he looked shocked, so she asked if the film was watchable, she said she had noticed him… wanking and the camera shaking badly! He laughed said that some of it was watchable, but that Lenny had suggested a tripod for next time… She smiled and quickly said, “oh… YOU have decided there will be a next time then?”
He smiled a distant smile then said, “well no, it was just that Lenny said, and I took it that you had decided!” she said, “Lenny is a cheeky bastard,” and that she, “had said nothing of the sort, and that she wouldn’t, not without your permission Ian, you know that.” She went on, “Look mate, he had me four times last night, each time leading to a massive climax, I don’t know where he got the energy from, and I woke tired I suspect long after he had gone. I can only say I am glad I am nowadays infertile, and that it was a fantastic experience, one I would not like to have missed. But if you say no more, you are my husband Ian, and it will be no more!” she paused then went on, “yes, I have a fantasy of being used, and badly and this went a long way that way, though it didn’t quite do it all for me, that I will admit, but it is up to you and you alone…ok?”
They kissed, then the spuds being done they ate, a simple meal cold meat and mash, glad of the moment to let their thoughts jell.
After the meal, simple though it was, she made coffee and he at her request, set up the old camera linked to the TV, it would not have been a good time for the local vicar to visit…a 72” wall-mounted view of an ebony stud, throwing himself into a supposedly matronly English mature wife of his parish, in full technicolour may not have been to his taste, at least outwardly!
May during the second showing talking Ian through the whole process like a newsman at a coronation or the trooping of the colour! Comments like, “God that was painful!” and “Bloody hell I`ve never felt so stretched”, or just, “that was good,” which all had a mixed reception with Ian, still wondering if he was a part redundant force. It was now the manipulating of her breasts, her hand instinctively going to her nipples as the image showed the black hand on her tender white flesh, saying, “I think he instinctively knew I wanted some pain, it hurt like hell and I am still bruised, but it all added to the wonder of the adventure!” Ian regarded her with a beady eye, this was a side of May that he now knew he was only just seeing, sort of tip of the iceberg stuff, she looked at him then shrugged and said, “well matey what`s done can`t be undone now, and I think in your own way you enjoyed watching me used and violated!”
They came to the scene of the choking the camera having taken a shot of his balls slapping against her, it returned to her face to find her supporting his shoulders She explained, “It had been her idea, begging him to restrict her breath as the man in her father`s film had!” The image caught his hand, his big black gorilla like hand encircling her throat, and choking her. She Explained that, “The effect had her adrenaline coursing through her veins like a tsunami, it was amazing, My heart increased its rate, my blood rushed and clattered in my ears and the effects of his fucking increased till I thought I would pass out!”
He, didn’t take his eyes from the screen, like a rag doll his wife was taking the pummelling of a lifetime and by her own account loving it, loving being throttled. He heard her say, “that if he had killed her at that precise moment, she would have let him, it was so wonderful, so, what she had always , he could have done to her any mortal thing he wanted!”
Involuntarily he came untouched in his trousers, the combination of her narrative and the film and the memories was just too much. Knowing he had spilt his seed, she quietly said, “Now you tell me it doesn’t turn you on seeing me being used in pain or violated!”
He shook his head, not to say ‘no’ but to say he was ashamed of his reaction to watching her body, this mother of two, his life partner, being used like this. Tears ran as he blurted out that, “Yes…yes, yes, god forgive me in truth I was loving your pain and discomfort and if you wanted more then, I want to watch and film every tiny detail of your games, so we can watch it together time and again” it was a confession that stunned even her, she had not thought he would admit it so easily or so fully. They kissed then there and the on the carpet, still half clothed and watching the silent wobbly film once more, they made love, short and as violently as they ever had.
They shopped on the following Monday morning, he, on a late shift and her taking the day off in leu she having been owed overtime. By mutual agreement they re-equipt themselves, a new TV screen for their bedroom, and a camera with a tripod, and good sound with sound and a complete cctv set which fitted to the computer directly, which would be covering the covering the whole house.
He came home at ten thirty having had a long shift, she had unpacked the new items, and the camera on its tripod was at the foot of the bed, wiring the rest, and screwing the screen to the wall would be his job for tomorrow morning.
They made love, eagerly and graphically in front of the cameras, “to test them” he had said. They both collected the details in perfect focus and in the most graphic detail.
She went off to her work as usual next day he driving her in and she returning by a bus to the cross roads, after her shift! Before he went on shift and having completed the job`s he left her a note, it said, try the film on the DVD that is in the machine!
He had taken off all the films of them onto a DVD, so she ate her tea watching her favourite couple and then herself with Lenny, her vibrator buzzing away happily!
After he got home that evening they chatted together, he had come to terms with it all he said, he suggested that after the event, to let her repair if necessary, they both had a week off, perhaps Monday to Monday but they needed to arrange the weekend to coincide with Lenny being at home. They also needed to chat to him before-hand, that was obvious. So, a message was left on his answerphone, he was obviously away, ‘would he ring asp.’
Surprisingly, he phoned next morning, he was not away but had had a late night with a friend. Ian and Lenny, then had a discussion about the weekend, and they made the basic arrangements of when the date was to be, they picked the weekend two weeks hence, that gave them time to organise holidays afterwards, and for Lenny to complete a contract he was working on in Derby. They agreed he was to visit May the very next evening while he was still on late shift, to discuss her ‘exact needs,’ agreeing to no sex at that meeting, at least till Ian was home. They laughed when Lenny said after a day at his work, he would probably be too tired anyway!
Ian ferried her to work next day, he promising her that there would be only talk that evening and she said, that she was looking forward to showing Lenny the DVD, Ian offered to make him a copy which idea she seemed to like a lot.
The day dragged, at home he made a copy of the DVD for Lenny, left it with a note, then off into work at 2, tea at six, finish at ten, handing over to his opposite number rapidly and driving home, the 10 minutes’ drive dragging like never before. Lenny`s pick-up was parked at the kerb outside the house, he was here then. His fears were unfounded, they were sitting over coffee, the DVD in its cover poking out of Lenny`s boiler suit top pocket.
Coffee over Lenny excused himself saying, “it was another working day tomorrow,” to May he added, “that he would get the necessary, and if they could confirm that they were ok etc he would meet them at the pub on Friday week.” With that he shook Ian`s hand, blew her a kiss and was gone. The old pick-up noisily clattering away towards his home in a cloud of blue smoke.
May explained that, “he had not turned up till nine, the job having over-run, he had thanked them for the copy of the film, which he pocketed for later and like a visiting salesman he had had her outline her deepest desires, and he his.” She went on, that, ”they had come to a rough understanding, leaving him with plenty of leeway, though he had insisted on the anal he had promise her, oh and she had told him they had a new tripoded camera and she was to let him know about certain other limits when they confirmed next week!” it was all very clinical and she added “he would be dropping the instructions for you in the letterbox when we have confirmed!” That was no real surprise, but it did add an air of the done deal.
It was they knew to be a long, long week …and an even longer weekend!
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