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57 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt4
Jack appeared at his normal getting home time, he seemed a bit on edge, so after the meal when he went to feed the fish, his pride and joy, I went out and we sat on the bench that only an hour or two before Eddy and I had shared.
He said he had been told he was nominated to go to Berlin for a month`s course, however he wanted to talk to me before he agreed to go.
We discussed the options and agreed to him going and he brightened up a little, looking round he spied the new nail and the chime that Eddy had fortunately provided. “I love the new wind chime but you shouldn’t have stood on a chair to put that nail in” he said, I thought if only you knew!
During what passed as sex with Jack later that evening, he surprised me by saying he would love to try some of the more outrageous fetishes to see if it would help, suggesting that he would have more time and energy if he got the promotion the course led up to. I asked what he had in mind but his answer was he didn’t know but it would be fun finding out, perhaps we could go for a threesome, or we could try bondage or something. My mind reeled sort of ‘not bloody likely that would be a dead give-away!’, So I said “let`s wait and see when you come home my love.” and the subject moved on to when he was to go, which turned out to be a week on Monday.
Thursday, bright and warm, Eddy sent me a long message, the new van being faster than the old his round had been extended, most afternoons now he would not be finished till at least three, and needed to be back in the yard by four, he was sorry but he could see no way round the problem, had I any ideas.
Disappointed now I sent back that he could spend, a few days together from Monday week including overnights, but as to weekdays now there were few days we could meet.
He replied that he would love to stay a day or two, and then sent me his telephone number, telling me to ring him that evening if I could.
I sent OK and till the evening that was that. I spent a long day taking my frustration out of the laundry, the lawn, the house and the hedge.
That evening I rang the number and got eddy`s wife, I could hardly ring off so I asked for him telling her I was Christine from the yard and needed to give him some instructions, she asked if it couldn’t wait till he was in the yard in the morning but I thinking on my feet, explained that I was day off the next day, it was the first thing I thought of.....
“Oh hold on then” the voice said resignedly and I heard her calling down the yard for eddy and that it was “some tart from the yard with instructions for tomorrow!” then she added she “was off to her sister`s.”
“Hello,” “hi eddy,” “what did you tell her then?” “Just that I was from the yard and needed to give you instructions for tomorrow when I was day off.”
He sounded relieved, “fine what we going to do sweety” he asked. I noted he said we.
We chatted for a while, we both knew we needed some sort of plan and we had a month without Jack, it would be a pity to waste the opportunity.
We came up with an idea to send his wife away all expenses paid to her mother`s place, in Bedford for a few days, which would be a good plan he getting the brownie points for sending her, and we getting the time together.
He heard her coming back so quickly rang off.
Next day he rang me and said “she was going away on the Tuesday, having a couple of weeks with her old mum; he said he would come and stay if I did not mind!”
Me? Mind, I could not wait.
The days dragged past, I was glad of Steve as a distraction, it passed those three days just a little faster, but the time still went oh so slowly. Jack must have thought his luck had changed, as I used his body unmercifully each night, the poor lamb did his best, but he was neither Steve nor Eddy and there was a lot of finger work. I came ‘on’ on the Thursday afternoon, I suspect to his relief, and, though he didn’t know it, mine too though as I always do I felt like shit all weekend.
Jack flew out of the local airport on Monday, I drove him there and waved him off, Steve excepting he was out of luck those day`s! I had returned to full health by the next morning fortunately.
Jack rang as I did my breakfast, and that became the norm fortunately after Steve and before Eddy each day.
Eddy saw his wife off on the Tuesday morning putting her on the train before he started his round, after his work he appeared at the bungalow, and I showed him to the garage entrance at the back, better to park his old car out of sight overnight.
I felt a little odd in the car as we turned down the back lane and drove past my nearest neighbours home, me sitting fully dressed beside my lover wearing a dog collar and both wrist and ankle cuffs, fortunately neither Sid my neighbour nor his wife where out at their garden or garage, so I was not noticed.
I had made a meal ready for us both, which surprisingly we sat and ate first, beside the fish pool with a bottle of wine Eddy not having stopped and eaten much during the day being just too keen to get finished. The evening was golden, warm and still, I could tell he was hardly able to keep his hands off me, so we left the plates, and like two young lovers on a first date we kissed, passionately. I was the start of a long night of games, his hands roaming over my body as only a sex starved man can.
Under my thin blue jumper he soon discovered a platform bra, one of my favourites in a dark red colour, my nipples by now erect.
The skirt fell, Eddy by now kneeling his arms round my waist, his lips planting kisses like a butterfly over my belly as he slid his big gentle hands over my backside, tracing each of the six suspenders from one of my favourite wide red belt`s to my patterned stockings, my now damp panties, a pair of silk ones that match the bra, quickly followed the skirt and jumper to the ground.
Eddy`s tongue began to lash my damp sex, my fingers running through his hair pulling my lovers head towards my waiting thighs, forcing his nose into my mons and his tongue deeper into my waiting gash, the feeling was indescribable, and the waiting was over, I began to cum, a huge pulsing climax brought on by just his touch, my still dressed Eddy, nothing else mattered at that moment, just that wonderful tongue dancing on my clit and his great rough paws gently sliding over my skin, exploring my body like a blind man with a brail book.
My legs were turning to jelly, I began to melt into his arms, I was soon lying on the cold crazy paved pathway that surrounds our pond, the cold slabs adding another level to the strangeness of the situation, as this huge man and I, fumbled with his uniform trousers to release his stiff member, which with no preamble he thrust into my wet and ready body, he smelt of the days toil and sweat, his uniform rough on my skin, as he thrust at me like a man possessed the urgency of the moment , the world around us became irrelevant, the hard ground, under my back the cooling evening, husbands wives, work, home all receded into the shadows as this bear of a being thrust himself deep and ever deeper into my receptive body , his tool seemed gigantic as it bored into me, my world centred on this magic key to my sexual world, rigid and brutally ravishing my guts, Steve had never come near this feeling in the whole time he had been having me, I began to fly, my body unable to resist any longer I began to flood, he groaned joining me in a glorious thrusting whirlpool of joy his tool delivering his hot seed deep into my very core.
As the world returned to focus Eddy`s weight d****d over my body like a ton of sand, he rolled off, and lay beside me, the world around us returning slowly to our consciousness.
I know not how long we lay like that, as my mental condition returned to normality the hard slabs, becoming uncomfortable, though neither of us wanted to break the spell of this wonderful moment in time and our lives.
Eddy raised himself to his elbow leaned over me and kissed me deep and long, and then lay gazing at me like he was a love-struck adolescent. I closed my eyes savouring the moment. Though I felt him change his position his chest across my hips
After a moment or two, I felt him place something onto my right breast, he could have placed the tower of London on my chest at that moment I really did not care, and I trusted this great clumsy lump of a lover whatever he did to me.
I felt whatever it was start to move a tiny gentle movement, as whatever it was began to trickle across the surface of my breast, Eddy his head on my tummy, his breath warm on my skin quietly told me to lay very still, and I did just as he said whatever he was playing with slowly moved towards my nipple, The effect was strange, slippery, erotic. I imagined he was pushing a small pebble very slowly as he was inching it along my skin in an indescribable slow relentless fashion. It tickled its way across the areola then rolling away and falling from the curve of my breast. I heard Eddy chuckling that that had some potential for a photo-shoot, Still with my eyes closed I asked what it was he had slid over me, to eddies huge amusement the reply “it was a snail” said with a chuckle, had me sitting up in a panic brushing my skin where the little creature had passed as if to sweep away the evidence!
Together we stood and arm in arm we wandered into the house to shower, Eddies limp tool still outside his open fly, and I wearing just my platform bra and stockings we must have presented a fine sight.
We screwed in the bed, in the shower, and on the sofa, slept minimally, ate well, eddy trundling off at 6 each day, Steve screwing me at the usual time, Jack ringing at breakfast, eddy messaging mid afternoon with some bizarre dress request and the week soon passed.
Friday afternoon came and the man with the groceries arrived at 2 and I was putting it all away when the phone rang and it was Eddy, he usually text so I knew it was important. He haltingly said “he wanted to ask me a special request if I had no objections, would I spend the weekend in bondage for him?” Wow, talk about breath taking! ...I agreed on 7 pm that night till Sunday morning and we agreed on 9 am release. He was hesitant about something then he made up his mind and asked if I would wear “those pin things” for him? I had not even tried these fiendish items, bought on a whim by Jack and I had slid them away hoping they would be forgotten I doubted I could stand it for the whole time and I told him that so he came up with the idea of a special stop word “poppy two”, just for that. I said he must be the one to dress me this time and he was really up for that.
He rang off after saying he would be a bit late and asking what was for tea, a high priority in the thoughts of my Eddy!
Eddy nipped home to fetch clean clothes, deal with his mail and speak to his misses on the phone, then he arrived at mine parking his motor at the rear as he had all week.
He walked in all smiles, especially when he saw I was dressed in a basque, knickers, sheer stockings and a garter belt, high heels, collar, cuffs and nothing else.
I had ready, one of his favourites a cottage pie he had told me, and as he ate he told me of the day he had had, he then wolfed down my apple pie with ice cream, and a big pot of tea. Just like any married couple at the end of a normal day He then sat looking at me and said that that had been superb, and that it seemed churlish to now give such a good cook so much pain, but that`s exactly what he was going to do over the coming weekend, so I had better get used to the idea.
I suspect I looked a bit shocked as he went on to say I would enjoy some of the time as well, but only some, it was his only chance as I must be back to an unmarked state before jacks return or then where would we be, and he laughed his infectious laugh.
The washing up he did next, though it did nothing for my nerves in the light of what he had said. The dishes done he locked both back and front doors, then led me to the main bedroom. Sending me to empty myself on the way, as he said the hours for me would be long enough without the need to be toileted. I arrived in my own bedroom knicker-less to find him busy setting up two cameras on tripods, his usual one with the repeat timer and a movie camera that he had brought from home for this weekend. “Fetch the clothing” he said with a grin and proceeded to place in the corner a steel pipe about four feet long and about an inch and a half in diameter, I looked askance of this fearsome pipe , and he told me “later babe later...”
I knew which clothing he meant so before him on the big bed I lay a full crutch roll on girdle and a peephole bra both studded with tiny pins the points facing inward, and then stood quietly waiting, knowing the agony wearing these would bring to my poor body.

He produced a spray, a sterilizing spray of some kind, which he sprayed the tiny 2mm teeth with, “don`t want you poisoned do we” he grunted, as he put the can on the dresser, his big rough hands now slid over my basque, gently unclipping the fastenings, and releasing the restricted flesh. I began to tremble in anticipation of the pain to come, as he wrapped the bra around my waist, clipping it so matter of factly as if dressing his wife, he lifted the cups and oh so gently allowing me to position my nipples just as I wanted then. Then with a flick of the wrist he placed the straps in position surprisingly the cups felt like it was rough sandpaper encasing my delicate skin.
Next came the roll on which he turned inside out sliding the garment up my still nylon clad legs, unclipping my suspenders one at a time and lifting the suspender belt up under the bra. The roll on was now lifted to my damp crutch, and he rolled the thing over my backside and tummy the elastication forcing the tiny teeth against my skin in a much more uncomfortable fashion more discomfort than pain.
He smiled as he refitted the garter belt clipping each suspender and allowing each to snap back in place with a slap as he dealt with all six.
He turned me to face the camera, then unclipped the bra and re-clipped it from the first eyelets to the third, immediately I let out a gasp as the tiny teeth now dug into my flesh, no longer gentle sandpaper the thing was a red hot belt of pain, he turned me again kissing me and smoothly sliding his paws over my now encased rump, as the hand passed so the tiny teeth pierced the flesh and caused both an exciting and uncomfortable sensation, like a fakirs bed the points being so close together they created a strange sensation rather than individual points of pain.
He asked me to describe the sensation, which I did my best to do, saying that “it was like a nettle sting only worse.” He seemed disappointed, asking if I could cope with it for a while, to which I said that “I thought I could,” again he seemed disappointed.
He attached lengths of cord to my wrist and ankle cuffs then d****d me over the bedroom chair back, for some strange reason noting the height of the rungs against my body as he did so, seeming satisfied as the roll on stretched and the teeth penetrated even deeper the full length into my belly and backside, fortunately I had chosen the makes smallest size teeth at just 2 mm.
secured he took his slipper to my already tender backside, Now I was in pain, desperately I begged him to stop if only for a while, he did but only as he asked me if I needed a gag, as no way was he going to stop this evening and I might as well get the idea now.
Tears ran as he began again gently working systematically from top to bottom of my rump, despite the gentleness of the strokes, mere taps really with each touch a red hot sheet of screaming pain ran through the skin of my backside, I took the gag, his knotted hanky, just to get relief as he fitted it into my waiting mouth.
Time for me stood still, regular red hot jolts running through my seat in a warming and increasingly uncomfortable way, my imagination telling me I was scarred for life, invaded to the bone with every strike of that slipper`s soul against the tight garment covering my backside, reality I later found was hundreds of tiny pinpricks decorating my posterior, in a tidy pattern of midget bloodspots that wiped away with a flannel and were no harm at all, they just hurt like hell while I was getting them.
This was just the start, after the chair I was laid onto my bed, more taps with the slipper, this time on my front, breasts, belly and legs, my backside still pained by my weight pressing the offending pins into my flesh vibrating with every move I made as the blows fell.
I refused to use the extra password, gritting my teeth as his pace increased every time he asked me. Call it what you will Sheer obstinacy, determination, bloody mindedness, but I would not give in to his pain. Pride perhaps stopping me from asking him to remove the garments, his arm became tired, he changed hands, his left, less adept to fine tuning the blows increased the pain and I gritted my teeth as he took his tool in his right hand. Within a few strokes his warm seed was splashing my leg, and the blows stopped.
I however had not come, though I had teetered on the edge for some considerable time and was desperate to do so.
He knew this of course and had decided I was to be denied that privilege at least for a while.
He wandered away and I could hear him humming in the kitchen as he waited for the kettle to boil, he re appeared with a mug of tea, in his hand a pint mug of orange juice and a long straw which he placed into my lips with the command “drink.” Drink I did for by now I was feeling kind of dry mouthed.
He lay next to me, holding my glass as I took on the whole pint of juice., “You seem dehydrated” he gaily said “I will fetch you another”, and he did just that again holding it for me to drink, which on his command I did though by the end I was feeling a bit waterlogged. The glass now nearing empty he smiled “that should take about an hour” he chuckled, as he finished his tea and it was then the awful truth dawned that what goes in must come out and that I would soon be needing to urinate.
As that truth dawned he now came out with a still more outrageous idea, we would go for a drive!
He fetched a dress a thin fawn one slid the dress over the still painful underclothes, he dressed himself, tidied my hair, fitted me with high heels then ushered me to the car locking up as we left, we drove for a short while, every bump in the road stuck pins into my seat and wobbled my breasts against the little tormenters.
I recognised a small resort on the coastline just far enough away to be away and us unrecognisable. Places were beginning close, time having passed; we pulled up at a lay-bye opposite a chippy, he said he wanted pie and chips and pop, I was to get whatever I wanted pressing a £20 in my hand, I protested begged to remove the cuffs if not the collar but he would have none of it turning me out onto the wet pavement. With little choice I set off as ordered tottering across the damp road in my high heels, conscious of the cuffs and the collar firmly round my neck, which no one could fail to see.
The walk was painful of course but my face must have been burning as I entered the brightly lit shop, all eyes swivelled to see the incomer as I placed my order with the greasy little man who was serving. There were only two waiting, a woman tall and grey who looked at me with distaste paid and silently left, and a young man who was well full of drink, not drunk but not sober either. He obviously was not put off by my collar or cuffs his eyes following my contours down to my legs and the cuffs with their securing hooks, he obviously thought I would be easy meat and moved towards me as if to use his best chat up line.
Just then a bunch of youth`s flung open the door and rowdily entered. If the first youth had had hope`s he was sadly out of luck as these lads took one look at me and were round me like fly`s on fly paper, they had no chat up finesse and were drunk reeking of booze.
They crowded round me jabbering and chattering like a bunch of monkeys, making remarks about my collar, then as they became aware of the cuffs, in their drunken state they thought I was a local prostitute and treated me to the caress of their hands on rump and breasts, unbeknown to them causing me more pain as the tiny teeth dug into my flesh. Two of these lads growled at the first lad and one said he would “have him after he had got his chips”, luckily the first lad had had enough he collected his food and left the shop as I fended off the unwanted hands.
My wrapped meal now appeared, I paid and ignoring the hands of the group of drunken gropers and their lewd comments I was soon outside, relieved to be out in the cool damp air and strangely excited by the backhanded compliments.
A dozen eyes followed my progress as I clip clopped my way back to the car where eddy sat laughing, he did say he would have rescued me if he thought I needed it but had thought I was quite capable of dealing with the drunks as there was only five of them!
Thanks Eddy!
We were about to drive off when we saw the first lad again, chips in hand waiting for the last bus watching us, or perhaps just me, from a shop doorway.
I told eddy to fetch him as those drunks would be out soon and from what they had said inside that lad was on their hit list for some reason,
He swung the car round and stopped at the kerb, winding down the window I called to the lad who seeing me thought he was luck in and was soon aboard. Eddy driving off as the drunks flooded from the chippy our lad looking mightily relieved. He introduced himself as Kevin.
We parked up to eat our chips together at the far end of the esplanade rain now hitting the screen, the last few hardy souls scuttling off to somewhere dry.
Over the meal we chatted, Kevin telling us where he lived, as it happened on our way home so we promised to drop him off after the food. Haltingly he asked about the cuffs and collar which Eddy answered saying I was his slave and I did as I was told. The lad`s jaw dropped, as Eddy asked “why, was he hopeful of getting some action” the open mouthed lad just nodded.
Eddy finished his supper and swilled the pop, silently, I knew what he was thinking, and when he gave Kevin the smelly chip papers and sent him to the bin, I was not surprised when he told me to get in the back with the lad. I pointed out that sex was impossible in the roll on and his reply that I was to “do it another way then” gave me little option. I did as asked, Kevin returning and finding me climbing in beside him. Eddy telling him he would not get to screw me but could cop a good feel and I would “see to him” like a good girl.
He took no second telling hiking up my dress and running his young fingers over my pubic area within seconds. I could tell he was not a breast man his whole efforts being to finger my wet sex under the dreaded roll on as his lips welded themselves to mine.
Ready for some relief I came, not once but in a huge rolling climax of fabulous sexual relief.
Kevin, not of course knowing of the way I had been denied all evening, now believing he was casenover, me having come so fast,, he peeled open his jeans flopping out a stiff and very presentable 6 incher, which I took in my mouth as soon as I managed to disentangle myself from his avid kisses. As we drove off he flooded my mouth with a jet of the most tasty cum, doing it again, this time in my hand as we dropped him off at the end of his road such is the recovery of youth, he thanked us both, asking my name as he zipped up.
I told him “Ann” the first name I could think of and we drove away leaving him stood on the wet pavement in a daze.
It was two in the morning as we quietly parked up at our garage, arm in arm we wandered past the garage and round the pond, Eddy pointing out the chime with a smile then unlocking and leading me inside, the pain of the pins now just a dull throbbing ache, my body having accepted the discomfort in the amazing way the body has.
Eddy led me to bed, me still in my underclothes the dress and shoes discarded in the back kitchen, he stopped on his way to pee, not allowing me to undress I had to screw the crutch of the roll-on to one side to allow my flow without wetting the thing, he stood watching as I managed to relieved myself.
I was soon roped to my bed again Eddy first playing with my breasts through the bra, before dozing off, leaving me bound gagged and still uncomfortable. I dozed fitfully, my position not comfortable enough for real sleep, by dawn I needed the toilet again, by the time Eddy was awake I was desperate and told him so, he released me, made me stand and rolled down and off the roll on, he then took me to the toilet, sitting himself down on the pan, and making me sit on his lap facing him, as he slipped his stiff cock deep into me as I did.
By now the need to pee was more than desperate, it was painful I had to let go, , my water running around Eddy`s tool hot and exciting, as for me the relief was so great I could have wept, he began kissing me, as suddenly and to my complete surprise he began to relieve himself deep in my womb.
The hot pee filled me like some form of wash, leaking from me down his shaft and noisily dripping from his balls into the pan. Gods what a feeling, he began to rock his hips and with no effort on my part I began to come, loud and long groans accompanied my climax as I then felt him flood my already full womb with his seed. We had scaled a new height. Slowly his tool subsided, our combined fluids draining over his now flaccid prick as we came down wrapped round one another like a vine.
Smelling like a urinal we staggered into the shower room, Eddy removed my leatherwear then that dreaded bra, the relief was fantastic, the air strange on the skin as tiny bloodspots showed the ministrations of the little teeth, with a hand mirror I looked at my backside, that too had a pattern of pinpricks and dents despite now having had a good ten minutes or more of freedom. Together we showered .soapy hands lazily slithering over soft skin, his paws caressing my breasts in a soft and loving way that told of his care and perhaps love for me. Fluffy towels dried our respective bodies then naked and ravenous we cooked and ate our breakfast.
Eddy and I spent the day in gentle love making after the last night I was tired and sore, though Eddy proved a wonderful cream administrator being both slow and gentle as he spread the cooling balm especially round my stiff nipples, using his fingers like lips kissing a baby.
The day passed rapidly, and we were soon in bed gently cuddling and sleeping alternately.
The alarm breaking the spell in its noisy way at 5am, he showered and was gone by six, me dozing till first Jack called with his update, the course not going well at all, and then Steve arriving at the usual time. I did my best for him but frankly I was fucked before we started though I was even more fucked after we had had our usual screw!
I then slept till teatime when I awoke to two missed calls, one of no consequence from a friend, and one from Eddy telling me he was bringing home fresh fish, and I was to be ready to play after tea.
The rest of the week we spent in a like mode, the only hiccup being that Steve had given in his notice and was finishing the following Friday, he and his wife were moving to Scotland, HIS bloodY WIFE! The bastard had not mentioned her! I told him to fuck off and just the post has been on the mat ever since.
The bad news was that Eddy`s wife was coming home, so it was all coming to an end we thought, our last night would have to be Saturday Eddy going home to flit a duster ect on Sunday.
He took me for a meal on Friday night, swish restaurant, lovely meal, roses he could not thank me enough for the time together.
We agreed to call one another if ever we had chance.
We returned home and were on the sofa both naked, but for the usual stockings and suspender belt when the light came on, Jack stood in the doorway, God Jack; we were like rabbits in a headlight, completely unable to move.
I looked up from my place under Eddy, expecting an explosion, Jack`s face a picture as he took in the situation, I, to my total amazement, he smiled, put out his hand to Eddy and said he was that ladies husband, would he mind awfully not doing that for a moment as he felt we all needed to talk. By now things for Eddy had wilted anyway, he dismounted and he stood, dick dripping red of face naked and somewhat warily shook hands with my husband, who asked me to introduce them.
More in shock than anything I stuttered that this was Eddy and then that Eddy this is Jack my husband. We sat abruptly and in shock me on the sofa jack in his favourite armchair and Eddy still naked in the other, Jack told us he had been sent off the course as unusable, and he was devastated as it meant he would never reach the dizzy heights We commiserated, however he didn’t seem that bothered as I believe he was happy in the job he held.
He turned to Eddy and said “are you the postman then?” Eddy of course denied being any such thing, Jack saying he had always thought I was screwing the posty, he had been happy at that as he said that it had saved him a lot of energy weekdays being that he knew I was a sexual minx.
He had been home since teatime, wondering where I was and dozing on our bed. He had found the steel tube in the corner, (which we had forgotten) and wondered what it was for, he had dozed off, till he heard us on the sofa and had been watching us for some time wondering wether to tell us he was there or to tiptoe away, but he had felt he needed to come clean.
To say I was gobsmacked was an understatement, here was my hubby cool as a cucumber, saying he knew all along about Steve and I and not unhappy about Eddy at all, we sat in this surreal situation and talked for a while, thrashing out any “misunderstandings” and coming to an arrangement, Jack said he was happy to be cuckold to Eddy but only on the understanding that; A, he could watch if he wished, B, he could join in at anytime and C, that as we obviously wanted an element of bondage and pain we could carry on but I was not to be permanently damaged and if he was to be involved he didn`t wish to be humiliated whatsoever and would not move from his own bed.
Laughing Eddy and I agreed to his terms wholeheartedly.
He then asked what the bar was for as it had pricked his interest! I too had no idea so Eddy said it was “to ride the pony” a term I had not heard till now.
We trouped into the bedroom Eddy hefted the bar then he stood the two identical bedroom chairs about three feet apart, placed the bar threaded through the chair backs then explained how it worked. Saying we were to have tried it, way back on the first night together but things had over run and the bar had been forgotten in the corner.
Jack, my mild inoffensive hubby, suggested he would enjoy punishing me on the bar as he said he had been left out and he should have been told all along, (not you will note that his wife had been defiled but because we hadn’t shared it with him.)
Eddy still naked said he would love to demonstrate for him and before I knew it my legs were astride the fearsome bar on tiptoe, my hands cuffed behind me, to the obvious joy of my hubby who removed his clothes while he watched closely as jack opened my lips to settle me on that metal bar, which struck bloody cold by the way up on my tiptoes. My dilemma was now did I lower myself down reliving my legs and placing pressure on my sex or did I stay on my toes.
Eddy wandered off to the kitchen to brew tea, leaving me to ponder my predicament. Jack however sat enjoying the view with obvious relish and the best stiffy I had ever seen on him. Eddy returned with a grin on his face, two mug of tea and a large glass of cold squash which he stood on top of the chest of drawers, He then proceeded to give it to me via a thin rubber tube, telling me I must not dehydrate, I gladly drank the glass dry not that I had a choice after the first suck it siphoned itself into my mouth. He fetched another jug topping up the glass as I slowly drank the juice, partly to please him and partly to keep my mind from the awful pain now visiting my groin and my calves alternately dependent on tiptoe or not.
This they both knew, sitting sipping tea and revelling in my obvious discomfort, they were discussing me as old friends, Eddy explaining the wind chime incident and how I enjoyed the pinned undies, they topped up my juice as they chatted, I suddenly in a moment of clarity knew what Eddy wanted, a repeat of his water sports trick.
I finished the juice and then I suggested we stop this and all had a romp and perhaps played a little, perhaps even water-sports game,
Eddy to my horror however said “I had not marinated enough yet,” and Jack said a definite “NO, he was enjoying my pain just too much to stop yet.” This was to be one of their first mutual decisions; it was not to be their last.
Eddy explained the trick he could do releasing his stream deep inside a woman when he was coupled, Jack refused to believe that was possible to which Eddy promised to show him when he let me down off the bar, I had no say of course, just being the victim in all this, my sex by now throbbing with the pain and I beginning to moan as pain induced sweat poured from my every pore.
They left me there for an age, the passing of time is irrelevant when you can`t see a clock and a second is an hour when you are in even gentle pain or more as I was.
They lifted me down took me into the shower bent me over then Eddy slid himself into my bruised sex and before I could react began to fill me with his water.
My husband passed him a £5 note saying “he had not thought it possible,” and beginning a discussion about water sports during which Eddy didn’t miss a stroke.
This then is my life now, Eddy visits whenever he can now, shareing me sexually with Jack, always inventing hoops for me to jump through, sexual heights for me to scale, his wife came home and announced she was leaving him for her lover of some years, a woman Eddy had had no hint off!
Strangely I couldn’t stand his wife; you see I don’t like folks that cheat!