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303 The padlocked part 1
Mandy is a nurse, she has been for quite a while, well since school anyway, wanted, like most girls to be one as a c***d, but never grew out of the idea. John, her husband of four years now is a chief-clerk at an engineering factory, they are very much in love, and she worships the very ground he walks on. Sadly, after extensive tests in the second year it was found that she could not bear c***dren, which suited John, (though he said the was heartbroken), as he had had no plans to expand the family anyway. They live in a council flat on the on the 7th (top) floor of a tower block overlooking the park in, well, to save blushes- shall we say,- a midlands city near the M1 motorway-to which they had moved in theory for his job, shortly after marrying, she having transferred hospitals to accommodate his working needs.
Outwardly a very normal couple, fairly well off, two good solid jobs, his company making parts, for surgical machinery, hers in a NHS clinic dealing with gynaecology.
There sadly normality ends, as below the surface of respectability our hero and heroine are not what they outwardly seem. Once up in the flat, they were anything but the nicely married lovey -dovey pair they seem to the world.
Let me explain. John is her master, he stands five feet seven inches, is fit but wears spectacles, and looks like super wimp, he has a kink, a worry about his partner cheating on him, he has had it since his first school boy crush went off with his bestest mate, and it had happened several times since with various girlfriends wandering away. In Mandy he had found the perfect foil, fairly outgoing but very compliant, five feet and five inches of blond and bubbly woman-hood. Perhaps a tiny bit over her target weight, of nine stone, with a plump little bubble butt, and a pair of breasts that turned men`s heads! John with his problem, believed he needed to be careful of losing her to another man. His mental make-up being complex, she had always known that, since they met 6 years back in a dance.
Over the next two years together, they had explored their sexuality, not that she had been a virgin by any means, but she had not had a wide experience either, he after a while, introducing her to a club for swingers, hot wives and S & M lovers, where she found he was well known. She found the scene exciting, and after a short while, realising she had sub tendencies had soon fallen under his full control, agreeing to marry him soon after although mum and dad were less enamoured with her choice, neither liking him or his controlling lifestyle, though they didn’t know half of what went on, and would have been horrified if they had.
This then was why he had applied for the move, though she had believed it was a transfer, it got them away from the main influence of the family. Oh, she still rang them once a week like a dutiful daughter, and that kept them happy, but there had been little contact across the Pennines, and even fewer visits.
They both had a fetish for body art, neither having any themselves so far and though they hadn’t ventured in that direction they had talked of it soon. Though of course they couldn’t have any tattoos that could be seen, as their jobs precluded that, the NHS being very strict on those sort of things, and his job, well it wouldn`t fit in would it!
Strangely amongst all the other things, he loved the idea of sharing his little maid with another, it was a fantasy in which he was quick to appreciate she had now the freedom to enjoy…sex without the complications of parental control and risk of unwanted c***dren having vanished, it was an ideal situation though he was dominant enough to want to watch or hear, he needed to have full control of who and when, and to be sure of her remaing his!
To this end he began to gently pressurise her in that direction, shortly after she knew she was barren.
There flats were three flats to a floor, they were on the top floor, at the west end. In the middle was old Harry, a widowed pensioner they hardly ever saw, and in the other flat a younger man who lived with his girlfriend somewhere else and was never in, using the address as a convenient mailbox. Thus, they were more or less isolated which fitted in with Johns ideas beautifully.
Soon after the marriage and in this, to them, a new town, John began to frequent local clubs, always without Mandy, she being on her regular late shift, saying he was “checking them out for us both,” to find “the best one for us!”
At work our hero had no really close friends, there was a few acquaintances, but few “friends” in the conventional sense. Of the ones he had, perhaps one of the ‘shop floor’ workers, was his nearest, a susceptible lad called Barney, short stocky and about 23 or 4 he was a precise metal worker of some skill, John knew he needed such a man and having seen him one evening, at a local fetish club he was “checking out” he knew that he had found a kindred spirit. He manipulated the unsuspecting Barney into becoming friends over the next few weeks.
Introducing him to Mandy one afternoon in town when they met by chance on a shopping trip
About this time Mandy was promoted and shifted to a job in a out-stationed clinic devoted to testing, and screening, still within the gynae, department, moving from the shifts to a regular 8 till 4 Monday to Friday job.
This meant she at last she could accompany John to the fetish club he had picked, oddly known as ‘Doggies,’ it had been a good choice, it being in a distant part of the city and they both enjoying it there, conveniently meeting Barney, [surprise surprise!] who just happened to be passing. John introducing him once more to Mandy as “a friend from work”. The three slowly became firm friends, a few weekends after the initial meeting. Barney being invited to a meal at the flat, he being in digs.
The day came, and after a fine meal, they sat over a bottle or two, it was a Friday evening and the sun like a red ball, was setting over the park and the distant motorway as they sat on the tiny balcony. just as John anticipated, it was to become a regular thing over the next few weeks, slowly the barriers broke down, familiarity set in, and slowly oh so slowly the young engineer became besotted with his friends nursey wife. Nothing really sexual had happened bar a little good-natured flirting but he was ever hopeful, as was John, and perhaps Mandy herself to if only to please John if truth be told.
So, come Friday of the fifth week, Mandy having to sort out some paperwork, had worked a little late. So after the first visit, John arrived home unusually first, then as had become the norm Barney arrived at six, washed shaved and in a clean shirt. The meal was soon on in hand and the men sitting, with a beer apiece on the narrow veranda at the table watching the folk in the park and commenting on the few women in sight, wearing summer frocks and playing with the k**dies, jogging sunbathing or walking their dogs. Barney commenting about one or two, with the interest of a man who was getting none at all, dropping in a comment about Barney`s sex life, or lack of it, to which Barney replied that “it was non-existent”, and that it had “been so for this last year or more since he moved here from Barnsley!”
Gently oh so gently, John picked at the subject, and Barney slowly almost without realising, divulged over the next hour (and three or four cans,) that he had a thing about uniforms, pee and body art!
John quietly letting it be known that he would be turned on by sharing his lady, though they had never tried it, would like to see her decorated with body art, and that he had always wanted some sort of chastity device made and fitted to her, so he could be sure of when she was exposed and with whom, as he wanted to be sure of his wife`s faithfulness, not that he doubted her of course, but it was all part of his fantasy….
Barney, in the mistaken belief he was suggesting an idea of his own. (Oh, what a good idea!!...,) … suggested that perhaps he could build a customised chastity belt for his friends lady if it would help. John saying that” that was a brilliant idea, and that he would “talk to Mandy about it sometime soon as she was not fully in the picture about the idea as yet!”
Just then they heard the door clatter open and the lady herself bustled in, dumping her bag, and kicking her shoes off with relief, as she exclaimed, “Hi, babe, it`s been a bugger today!”
The simple meal was soon on the dining table, and with a glass of wine they quietly fed. Mandy still in her uniform, a point that did not escape Barney`s notice. Small talk batted back and forth, then John cleared away as Mandy stood as if to go and change. However, John suggested with a sly wink to Barney, that she stay in her staff nurse blues, as Barney, had a thing about uniforms, which had Barney in blushes and Mandy exclaiming “Oh has he now!” shrugging and to Johns great joy revelling in the man`s discomfort.
They adjourned to their usual seats out on the balcony, John broaching the subject of sex, and Barney`s lack of it. Saying nothing about the chastity device, and glossing rapidly over the pee aspect of Barneys make up, while mentioning body art, which to Barney`s surprise Mandy was more clued up on than he had expected.
One of the things that she said was that in her job she saw twenty or thirty naked women a day, of which a percentage had tattoos, some hidden below the panty line, some on breast`s, bellies, shoulders, and so on. in addition, a very few, had pierced nipples, pierced labia, and one or two even their clitorises carried jewellery!
By now she was noticing their interest mostly by a stiffening in her companions trousers, and was warming to her subject, the wine loosening both her tongue and all their inhibitions.
Barney asked if she herself had any tatts or piercings? Which she said she “had not but she was sorely tempted, though she said she was reluctant as her body was not slight enough to really set off the tatts well, being in her words “pudgy”
A fishing trip for a compliment if there ever was one. By now the three were becoming just a little excited, Barney suggesting that she was a “bonny little thing, and if the tattoos were in the right place and tasteful, they would be the perfect enhancement to an attractive woman!
John saying he agreed and that “that was his thoughts exactly, and perhaps Barney should make a suggestion or two as to the type and location he would recommend and perhaps as a treat they could all go down to the local tattooist and she could have one as a treat for them all tomorrow!”
By now all three were becoming, shall we say mellow with the wine, and Mandy, took little persuading, while realising her underclothes would show nothing a swimsuit wouldn`t cover, she stood up standing here on the unlit balcony in the waning light of the setting sun, and shedding the uniform in the casual way women do, especially ones who work with the naked female form as Mandy does. The soft light of the setting sun softening the newly revealed pale skin, her breasts, larger than he had imagined, just supported by a dark blue platform bra, her knickers not skimpy, but matching, silky and tidy, her stockings self-supporting.! Both men, now sat amazed, their drinking partner now semi-naked, stood, easily seen above the balcony front though only from well back in the distant park-land.
From the discarded uniform pocket, she took two felt tip pens, a blue and a red. These to John`s surprise, she gave, to either man, then quietly suggested they each “placed a spot of colour “where each of you think I should wear a butterfly a swallow or a single flower” they being her choice as a starter tatt.
Barney smiled, then said “I still can`t see the bits I feel sure you need to have tattooed Mandy, the NHS being so picky, but I don’t want to upset John!”
Mandy shot John a look of enquiry, and they exchanged nods, then John began to smile, thanking Barney for his sensibilities, and suggested that “perhaps, this job would be better taken inside!”
They all retreated to the lounge, the still ‘in use’ bottles and glasses in their hands, here the host moved the coffee table and ordered his wife to stand mid room. This she did, dumping the bottle of wine and inviting Barney to enjoy her by saying, “as your sex life is so terrible perhaps you would enjoy doing the honours, and helping me out of these clothes” and smiling in a most seductive way as she raised her arms to permit him access.
After a glance at A John, who enthusiastically nodded his gracious assent, the eager fingers found the bra hooks and it was soon dropping away.
She stood passively if excitedly, as he carefully perused her soft unsupported breasts, her nipples now excitedly erect and receptive, her areolas dark, as tenderly and not a little timidly, he fondled each in turn, she in response closing her eyes in a way that spoke of her enjoyment, of this near strangers touch, and in her husband`s presence, adding something to the whole effect.
Barney glanced at John, his eyes asking what his voice couldn’t, a brisk comment that he was “to get on with it, she`s all your for tonight mate” all that was needed His excited fingers sliding down either full hip, softly catching the thin materiel, and slipping the panties from her shapely backside, as he knelt as if worshipping the woman, slithering the now soggy-crutched item from the damp and hairy pussy.
She shivered, not from cold but from the intensity of his stare, she felt his lips like a butterfly skipping across her mons, kissing her exposed skin, the touch of a man desperate to explore this very willing woman`s body,
Her hands caressed his head, coaxed him up to stand and kiss her lips, both participant`s welding themselves together, as slowly legs collapsed onto the rug, bodies entwined, hands eagerly shedding his clothing as they descended, to the carpet, the moment sublime, all pretence now shed, John forgotten in their mad rush for that madness we all crave, his errection hot, rigid and rampant, her body eager to accommodate him, open wet and equally in need. Her arms dragging him to her he slid into her, felt her grip him, squeeze him surround him, the urgent need just too much his hips retreating and thumping forward hard like a steam hammer, desperately attempting to force itself into the carpet burning its soft pile into her backside. With a roar he spewed his seed into her body, deep, and satisfying, pump after pent up pump, filling her body, her own climax massive, eyes rolling breathing hard, head reeling from side to side, unable to express to her brain, the emotions pulsing from deep in her belly.
Senses slowly returned, he slid from her, kneeling and surveying her used body, flushed face, eyes barely open, gasping for air, desperately trying to regain both senses and dignity.
He glanced around the neat and tidy room, the earth had for him moved, but nothing had changed, the clock still ticked, the pictures still looked on impassively, and his host sat watching him defiling his wife, from the sofa, his now flaccid penis in hand peeping through the wide-open fly, a dark stain on his trousers, and a wry smile on his face, that said he was not upset!
They stayed, her still lying on the carpet, John on the coach and Barney kneeling, neither knowing what to say or do, it had been like two automatons, accepting the inevitable, joining forces and becoming as one.
Mandy recovered first rising and without a comment, rushing away to the bathroom, neither man knowing what she was thinking.
The move was greeted by a wide smile from John and the comment that Barney wasn’t to worry, “she just needed a moment!”
This proved to be true, Mandy, after a few minutes reappearing dressed in a dressing gown and taking her place on the sofa, with the now dressed Barney, John having gone to change, reappeared more or less at the same moment in a matching dressing gown, barefoot.
“Look” He said, “we are all grown-ups, and I don’t mind at all, as long as my beloved wife is willing, happy and she`s not going to leave me for you, I have no objections as long as it doesn’t go on behind my back, it`s been a long-held fantasy of mine and you have both fulfilled it royally tonight.”
Barney, looking relieved, asking about contraception, none having been used in their rush of lustful urgency saying it was now worrying him. Mandy reassuring him that she was barren, explaining it as only a gynae staff nurse can, he in turn looked confused, and she realising it was all too complex for a single chap with little female contact, she just reduced it to “It mean I can`t get pregnant, it`s impossible!” to that he grinned and John said “so you’re ok, its` not a problem!” he went on “as I said, as long as it`s just us, and you don’t let the cat out of the bag, if she`s happy, so am I!” Barney quickly swore he wouldn’t say a word, and Mandy her eyes shining poured drinks for them once more.
Clinking glasses they drank it together, John explaining the master and sub style of life that they held so dear, asking if Barney had to get home tonight or actually could he stay till the next day, to which our man said it was not a problem, if he could ring his landlady, who did his meals, and with Johns permission, using their telling bone, that he soon did telling her he was at a party and wouldn’t be home till probably Sunday after dinner.
John now turned to Mandy, “you madam can go and bathe, and shave yourself properly nipple to knee, back sharp 30 minutes, I need a chat with your new lover and come back naked under a uniform we shall then mark you up!” Without a word she rose, bowed her head and quietly left.
“Now…Barney lets` talk tattoos and piercings, I have arranged a tattooist, and he will do whatever we order, not whatever she wants, but whatever we order, so let`s talk about what we are going to have for her, and don’t forget these last for life!”
There followed a long and confusing discussion, of patterns and where to mark, the design picked, though they decided not to go into piercing yet John deciding that was to be stage two or three of the job. a small book of tattoos supplied by the tattooist was soon reduced to a list of numbered designs chosen by them both and was soon in a sealed envelope, so that she was kept in the dark,
Barney reminded him that he was going on holiday for a month come the Monday, which John reassured him would give the tattoo`s time to settle.
The half hour over, Mandy reappeared, naked under her uniform, and smelling of perfume and talc. She stood as before, passively waiting their pleasure in the centre of the room.
John, his felt-tip in his hand marked her body where the uniform covered, with a dotted red line, then he had her remove uniform , his wife standing naked as he firstly inspected her for smooth baldness, then dampness, then saying, “those dots are for your job, things that that covers, are fair game for us and tomorrow, we are going to start small…this time!” she timidly nodded, a little relieved, as he went on, “only we know the designs, you will not be able to see or change anything, we,” he pointed to himself and Barney, are from now on sharing your fate and will pick the locations!”
There followed a few marks, just dots and numbers, five in all, each dot numbered. All these dots in blue felt-tip each tiny but to Mandy each was a mark that felt in her brain like a tiny burn, placed by her master and his assistant alternately. Tomorrow she knew they would become reality, and a tremor ran through her body as she excitedly registered that thought.
Spot No1 was clear and precise, smack in the centre of her now bald mons, 2 and 3 above each nipple, 4 on her left inner leg, and 5 round her naval.
By now the time was passing and with the reminder that they were booked in at the tattooist at 11 next day, John said he was tired and would sleep in the spare room, they would use the marital bed, she was Barneys, and they were to leave the door open as he wished to listen.
Thus, the day ended, with noisy grunting and moans echoing through the flat and a smile on the face of her happy cuckolded master!
Mandy is a nurse, she has been for quite a while, well since school anyway, wanted, like most girls to be one as a c***d, but never grew out of the idea. John, her husband of four years now is a chief-clerk at an engineering factory, they are very much in love, and she worships the very ground he walks on. Sadly, after extensive tests in the second year it was found that she could not bear c***dren, which suited John, (though he said the was heartbroken), as he had had no plans to expand the family anyway. They live in a council flat on the on the 7th (top) floor of a tower block overlooking the park in, well, to save blushes- shall we say,- a midlands city near the M1 motorway-to which they had moved in theory for his job, shortly after marrying, she having transferred hospitals to accommodate his working needs.
Outwardly a very normal couple, fairly well off, two good solid jobs, his company making parts, for surgical machinery, hers in a NHS clinic dealing with gynaecology.
There sadly normality ends, as below the surface of respectability our hero and heroine are not what they outwardly seem. Once up in the flat, they were anything but the nicely married lovey -dovey pair they seem to the world.
Let me explain. John is her master, he stands five feet seven inches, is fit but wears spectacles, and looks like super wimp, he has a kink, a worry about his partner cheating on him, he has had it since his first school boy crush went off with his bestest mate, and it had happened several times since with various girlfriends wandering away. In Mandy he had found the perfect foil, fairly outgoing but very compliant, five feet and five inches of blond and bubbly woman-hood. Perhaps a tiny bit over her target weight, of nine stone, with a plump little bubble butt, and a pair of breasts that turned men`s heads! John with his problem, believed he needed to be careful of losing her to another man. His mental make-up being complex, she had always known that, since they met 6 years back in a dance.
Over the next two years together, they had explored their sexuality, not that she had been a virgin by any means, but she had not had a wide experience either, he after a while, introducing her to a club for swingers, hot wives and S & M lovers, where she found he was well known. She found the scene exciting, and after a short while, realising she had sub tendencies had soon fallen under his full control, agreeing to marry him soon after although mum and dad were less enamoured with her choice, neither liking him or his controlling lifestyle, though they didn’t know half of what went on, and would have been horrified if they had.
This then was why he had applied for the move, though she had believed it was a transfer, it got them away from the main influence of the family. Oh, she still rang them once a week like a dutiful daughter, and that kept them happy, but there had been little contact across the Pennines, and even fewer visits.
They both had a fetish for body art, neither having any themselves so far and though they hadn’t ventured in that direction they had talked of it soon. Though of course they couldn’t have any tattoos that could be seen, as their jobs precluded that, the NHS being very strict on those sort of things, and his job, well it wouldn`t fit in would it!
Strangely amongst all the other things, he loved the idea of sharing his little maid with another, it was a fantasy in which he was quick to appreciate she had now the freedom to enjoy…sex without the complications of parental control and risk of unwanted c***dren having vanished, it was an ideal situation though he was dominant enough to want to watch or hear, he needed to have full control of who and when, and to be sure of her remaing his!
To this end he began to gently pressurise her in that direction, shortly after she knew she was barren.
There flats were three flats to a floor, they were on the top floor, at the west end. In the middle was old Harry, a widowed pensioner they hardly ever saw, and in the other flat a younger man who lived with his girlfriend somewhere else and was never in, using the address as a convenient mailbox. Thus, they were more or less isolated which fitted in with Johns ideas beautifully.
Soon after the marriage and in this, to them, a new town, John began to frequent local clubs, always without Mandy, she being on her regular late shift, saying he was “checking them out for us both,” to find “the best one for us!”
At work our hero had no really close friends, there was a few acquaintances, but few “friends” in the conventional sense. Of the ones he had, perhaps one of the ‘shop floor’ workers, was his nearest, a susceptible lad called Barney, short stocky and about 23 or 4 he was a precise metal worker of some skill, John knew he needed such a man and having seen him one evening, at a local fetish club he was “checking out” he knew that he had found a kindred spirit. He manipulated the unsuspecting Barney into becoming friends over the next few weeks.
Introducing him to Mandy one afternoon in town when they met by chance on a shopping trip
About this time Mandy was promoted and shifted to a job in a out-stationed clinic devoted to testing, and screening, still within the gynae, department, moving from the shifts to a regular 8 till 4 Monday to Friday job.
This meant she at last she could accompany John to the fetish club he had picked, oddly known as ‘Doggies,’ it had been a good choice, it being in a distant part of the city and they both enjoying it there, conveniently meeting Barney, [surprise surprise!] who just happened to be passing. John introducing him once more to Mandy as “a friend from work”. The three slowly became firm friends, a few weekends after the initial meeting. Barney being invited to a meal at the flat, he being in digs.
The day came, and after a fine meal, they sat over a bottle or two, it was a Friday evening and the sun like a red ball, was setting over the park and the distant motorway as they sat on the tiny balcony. just as John anticipated, it was to become a regular thing over the next few weeks, slowly the barriers broke down, familiarity set in, and slowly oh so slowly the young engineer became besotted with his friends nursey wife. Nothing really sexual had happened bar a little good-natured flirting but he was ever hopeful, as was John, and perhaps Mandy herself to if only to please John if truth be told.
So, come Friday of the fifth week, Mandy having to sort out some paperwork, had worked a little late. So after the first visit, John arrived home unusually first, then as had become the norm Barney arrived at six, washed shaved and in a clean shirt. The meal was soon on in hand and the men sitting, with a beer apiece on the narrow veranda at the table watching the folk in the park and commenting on the few women in sight, wearing summer frocks and playing with the k**dies, jogging sunbathing or walking their dogs. Barney commenting about one or two, with the interest of a man who was getting none at all, dropping in a comment about Barney`s sex life, or lack of it, to which Barney replied that “it was non-existent”, and that it had “been so for this last year or more since he moved here from Barnsley!”
Gently oh so gently, John picked at the subject, and Barney slowly almost without realising, divulged over the next hour (and three or four cans,) that he had a thing about uniforms, pee and body art!
John quietly letting it be known that he would be turned on by sharing his lady, though they had never tried it, would like to see her decorated with body art, and that he had always wanted some sort of chastity device made and fitted to her, so he could be sure of when she was exposed and with whom, as he wanted to be sure of his wife`s faithfulness, not that he doubted her of course, but it was all part of his fantasy….
Barney, in the mistaken belief he was suggesting an idea of his own. (Oh, what a good idea!!...,) … suggested that perhaps he could build a customised chastity belt for his friends lady if it would help. John saying that” that was a brilliant idea, and that he would “talk to Mandy about it sometime soon as she was not fully in the picture about the idea as yet!”
Just then they heard the door clatter open and the lady herself bustled in, dumping her bag, and kicking her shoes off with relief, as she exclaimed, “Hi, babe, it`s been a bugger today!”
The simple meal was soon on the dining table, and with a glass of wine they quietly fed. Mandy still in her uniform, a point that did not escape Barney`s notice. Small talk batted back and forth, then John cleared away as Mandy stood as if to go and change. However, John suggested with a sly wink to Barney, that she stay in her staff nurse blues, as Barney, had a thing about uniforms, which had Barney in blushes and Mandy exclaiming “Oh has he now!” shrugging and to Johns great joy revelling in the man`s discomfort.
They adjourned to their usual seats out on the balcony, John broaching the subject of sex, and Barney`s lack of it. Saying nothing about the chastity device, and glossing rapidly over the pee aspect of Barneys make up, while mentioning body art, which to Barney`s surprise Mandy was more clued up on than he had expected.
One of the things that she said was that in her job she saw twenty or thirty naked women a day, of which a percentage had tattoos, some hidden below the panty line, some on breast`s, bellies, shoulders, and so on. in addition, a very few, had pierced nipples, pierced labia, and one or two even their clitorises carried jewellery!
By now she was noticing their interest mostly by a stiffening in her companions trousers, and was warming to her subject, the wine loosening both her tongue and all their inhibitions.
Barney asked if she herself had any tatts or piercings? Which she said she “had not but she was sorely tempted, though she said she was reluctant as her body was not slight enough to really set off the tatts well, being in her words “pudgy”
A fishing trip for a compliment if there ever was one. By now the three were becoming just a little excited, Barney suggesting that she was a “bonny little thing, and if the tattoos were in the right place and tasteful, they would be the perfect enhancement to an attractive woman!
John saying he agreed and that “that was his thoughts exactly, and perhaps Barney should make a suggestion or two as to the type and location he would recommend and perhaps as a treat they could all go down to the local tattooist and she could have one as a treat for them all tomorrow!”
By now all three were becoming, shall we say mellow with the wine, and Mandy, took little persuading, while realising her underclothes would show nothing a swimsuit wouldn`t cover, she stood up standing here on the unlit balcony in the waning light of the setting sun, and shedding the uniform in the casual way women do, especially ones who work with the naked female form as Mandy does. The soft light of the setting sun softening the newly revealed pale skin, her breasts, larger than he had imagined, just supported by a dark blue platform bra, her knickers not skimpy, but matching, silky and tidy, her stockings self-supporting.! Both men, now sat amazed, their drinking partner now semi-naked, stood, easily seen above the balcony front though only from well back in the distant park-land.
From the discarded uniform pocket, she took two felt tip pens, a blue and a red. These to John`s surprise, she gave, to either man, then quietly suggested they each “placed a spot of colour “where each of you think I should wear a butterfly a swallow or a single flower” they being her choice as a starter tatt.
Barney smiled, then said “I still can`t see the bits I feel sure you need to have tattooed Mandy, the NHS being so picky, but I don’t want to upset John!”
Mandy shot John a look of enquiry, and they exchanged nods, then John began to smile, thanking Barney for his sensibilities, and suggested that “perhaps, this job would be better taken inside!”
They all retreated to the lounge, the still ‘in use’ bottles and glasses in their hands, here the host moved the coffee table and ordered his wife to stand mid room. This she did, dumping the bottle of wine and inviting Barney to enjoy her by saying, “as your sex life is so terrible perhaps you would enjoy doing the honours, and helping me out of these clothes” and smiling in a most seductive way as she raised her arms to permit him access.
After a glance at A John, who enthusiastically nodded his gracious assent, the eager fingers found the bra hooks and it was soon dropping away.
She stood passively if excitedly, as he carefully perused her soft unsupported breasts, her nipples now excitedly erect and receptive, her areolas dark, as tenderly and not a little timidly, he fondled each in turn, she in response closing her eyes in a way that spoke of her enjoyment, of this near strangers touch, and in her husband`s presence, adding something to the whole effect.
Barney glanced at John, his eyes asking what his voice couldn’t, a brisk comment that he was “to get on with it, she`s all your for tonight mate” all that was needed His excited fingers sliding down either full hip, softly catching the thin materiel, and slipping the panties from her shapely backside, as he knelt as if worshipping the woman, slithering the now soggy-crutched item from the damp and hairy pussy.
She shivered, not from cold but from the intensity of his stare, she felt his lips like a butterfly skipping across her mons, kissing her exposed skin, the touch of a man desperate to explore this very willing woman`s body,
Her hands caressed his head, coaxed him up to stand and kiss her lips, both participant`s welding themselves together, as slowly legs collapsed onto the rug, bodies entwined, hands eagerly shedding his clothing as they descended, to the carpet, the moment sublime, all pretence now shed, John forgotten in their mad rush for that madness we all crave, his errection hot, rigid and rampant, her body eager to accommodate him, open wet and equally in need. Her arms dragging him to her he slid into her, felt her grip him, squeeze him surround him, the urgent need just too much his hips retreating and thumping forward hard like a steam hammer, desperately attempting to force itself into the carpet burning its soft pile into her backside. With a roar he spewed his seed into her body, deep, and satisfying, pump after pent up pump, filling her body, her own climax massive, eyes rolling breathing hard, head reeling from side to side, unable to express to her brain, the emotions pulsing from deep in her belly.
Senses slowly returned, he slid from her, kneeling and surveying her used body, flushed face, eyes barely open, gasping for air, desperately trying to regain both senses and dignity.
He glanced around the neat and tidy room, the earth had for him moved, but nothing had changed, the clock still ticked, the pictures still looked on impassively, and his host sat watching him defiling his wife, from the sofa, his now flaccid penis in hand peeping through the wide-open fly, a dark stain on his trousers, and a wry smile on his face, that said he was not upset!
They stayed, her still lying on the carpet, John on the coach and Barney kneeling, neither knowing what to say or do, it had been like two automatons, accepting the inevitable, joining forces and becoming as one.
Mandy recovered first rising and without a comment, rushing away to the bathroom, neither man knowing what she was thinking.
The move was greeted by a wide smile from John and the comment that Barney wasn’t to worry, “she just needed a moment!”
This proved to be true, Mandy, after a few minutes reappearing dressed in a dressing gown and taking her place on the sofa, with the now dressed Barney, John having gone to change, reappeared more or less at the same moment in a matching dressing gown, barefoot.
“Look” He said, “we are all grown-ups, and I don’t mind at all, as long as my beloved wife is willing, happy and she`s not going to leave me for you, I have no objections as long as it doesn’t go on behind my back, it`s been a long-held fantasy of mine and you have both fulfilled it royally tonight.”
Barney, looking relieved, asking about contraception, none having been used in their rush of lustful urgency saying it was now worrying him. Mandy reassuring him that she was barren, explaining it as only a gynae staff nurse can, he in turn looked confused, and she realising it was all too complex for a single chap with little female contact, she just reduced it to “It mean I can`t get pregnant, it`s impossible!” to that he grinned and John said “so you’re ok, its` not a problem!” he went on “as I said, as long as it`s just us, and you don’t let the cat out of the bag, if she`s happy, so am I!” Barney quickly swore he wouldn’t say a word, and Mandy her eyes shining poured drinks for them once more.
Clinking glasses they drank it together, John explaining the master and sub style of life that they held so dear, asking if Barney had to get home tonight or actually could he stay till the next day, to which our man said it was not a problem, if he could ring his landlady, who did his meals, and with Johns permission, using their telling bone, that he soon did telling her he was at a party and wouldn’t be home till probably Sunday after dinner.
John now turned to Mandy, “you madam can go and bathe, and shave yourself properly nipple to knee, back sharp 30 minutes, I need a chat with your new lover and come back naked under a uniform we shall then mark you up!” Without a word she rose, bowed her head and quietly left.
“Now…Barney lets` talk tattoos and piercings, I have arranged a tattooist, and he will do whatever we order, not whatever she wants, but whatever we order, so let`s talk about what we are going to have for her, and don’t forget these last for life!”
There followed a long and confusing discussion, of patterns and where to mark, the design picked, though they decided not to go into piercing yet John deciding that was to be stage two or three of the job. a small book of tattoos supplied by the tattooist was soon reduced to a list of numbered designs chosen by them both and was soon in a sealed envelope, so that she was kept in the dark,
Barney reminded him that he was going on holiday for a month come the Monday, which John reassured him would give the tattoo`s time to settle.
The half hour over, Mandy reappeared, naked under her uniform, and smelling of perfume and talc. She stood as before, passively waiting their pleasure in the centre of the room.
John, his felt-tip in his hand marked her body where the uniform covered, with a dotted red line, then he had her remove uniform , his wife standing naked as he firstly inspected her for smooth baldness, then dampness, then saying, “those dots are for your job, things that that covers, are fair game for us and tomorrow, we are going to start small…this time!” she timidly nodded, a little relieved, as he went on, “only we know the designs, you will not be able to see or change anything, we,” he pointed to himself and Barney, are from now on sharing your fate and will pick the locations!”
There followed a few marks, just dots and numbers, five in all, each dot numbered. All these dots in blue felt-tip each tiny but to Mandy each was a mark that felt in her brain like a tiny burn, placed by her master and his assistant alternately. Tomorrow she knew they would become reality, and a tremor ran through her body as she excitedly registered that thought.
Spot No1 was clear and precise, smack in the centre of her now bald mons, 2 and 3 above each nipple, 4 on her left inner leg, and 5 round her naval.
By now the time was passing and with the reminder that they were booked in at the tattooist at 11 next day, John said he was tired and would sleep in the spare room, they would use the marital bed, she was Barneys, and they were to leave the door open as he wished to listen.
Thus, the day ended, with noisy grunting and moans echoing through the flat and a smile on the face of her happy cuckolded master!
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