Synopsis
This story is about a husband's willing decent into cuckoldry. Paul is a married, sexually inadequate man unable to satisfy his gorgeous young wife, Jolie, in bed. She loves him, but has become sexually frustrated and was persuaded by her stunning friend Kylie, to add some excitement to their love life. They have discovered that Paul is a submissive and that he is excited by female domination, tease and denial. Jolie finds that she is bisexual and falls for her friend who has now moved in with them. The three of them have befriended a younger girl, Lucy, who has a crush on Paul. Lucy's Father kept her locked in her room for two weeks before Paul, Kylie and her sister rescued her, and is staying with Paul, Jolie and Kylie before moving in to a rented house with Lola, Kylie's sister. Lucy has discovered she is bi and has had sex with Jolie and Kylie and has agreed to try being their submissive. Her first instruction was to ride her scooter home with no knickers under her skirt, but she has been pulled over by a police car.
This chapter follows on from chapter ten. It can be read as a stand alone but will make more sense if you have read chapters one to ten first.
This story contains the following sexual activities - please don't read it if they offend you. Heterosexual, bisexual, lesbian, femdom, anal and bondage. All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.
Chapter 11 - Smart Moves.
I was on edge as I rode my electric scooter from my shift at the coffee shop back to Jolie's house. I glanced nervously around me as I trundled down the quiet street. That morning I had agreed to being submissive to Jolie and her live-in girlfriend Kylie. Jolie had brought me to the edge of orgasm and then announced that my first test of obedience was to wait for my release until she got home after work. To make sure I remained horny during the day she had sent a stream of naughty texts, some containing instructions. I had had my anal plug in all day and during the last hour she had told me to set it to pulse vibrations every couple of minutes. The last text had been to tell me to take my bra and my knickers off before riding my scooter home. I protested telling her my skirt was too short, but after a naughty text telling me what she was going to do to me when I got home I was feeling horny and reckless enough to do as she asked. She'd given me the route to take and told me to tie my knickers around the handlebars so she could see I had obeyed her as she passed me in the car.
So there I was, nervously riding home, grabbing at my skirt every time the wind caught it. The air moving around my bare pussy made me very conscious of my precarious modesty. My unfettered breasts jiggled at every bump and I was glad of my short jacket. I was whizzing down an urban, tree lined street with posh, detached houses on either side with my red, lacy knickers tied to my handlebars. A passing lorry blew my skirt up and I grabbed at it in panic, - had I flashed the street? When I heard a car behind me I half turned expecting to see Jolie and almost fell off as a police car pulled up in front of me and waved me down. My heart rate doubled as the door opened and I was certain I was going to be arrested. I felt a rush of relief as Helen Dinsdale, the gorgeous policewoman who had helped me retrieve some of my things from my parents house, got out and came over. My face turned pink as I saw her glance at the knickers tied to my scooter bars.
"Sorry I didn't have chance to talk to you in the cafe, but you were busy and that colleague I was with is a bit of a gossip. Everything OK, no issues with your Dad?"
I stammered that everything was fine and thanked her again for her help. I mentioned the soil and water in the bags of my things we had collected from my parents and she empathised.
"Oh what a sad man. I'll keep an eye out and see if I can get the traffic boys to pull him for something. That's rather an odd place to keep your spare pair."
She glanced down at my knickers again and I went an even brighter shade of scarlet. Another large truck went passed just as my vibrator pulsed. I flinched at the buzzing sound and grabbed at my skirt as it blew around in the truck's wake. When I looked up Helen was grinning from ear to ear.
"Lucy Pascoe, you naughty, naughty girl. I think I better arrest you before you catch a chill. How do you fancy a blue light ride to the nick? I don't often get to put my flashers on."
I looked down at my feet mortified as she laughed.
"Please Helen, Jolie is going to pick me up, she'll be worried if she can't see me."
"Honey, I'm teasing you. Have a fun evening, but please be careful. Not everyone is as nice as the Radcliffes."
I thanked her and headed off down the street. Of all the people to meet. I couldn't believe she'd caught me in a short skirt with no knickers on and the vibrator buzzing in my bottom. I looked over my shoulder and she was still watching me. At the end of the street Jolie pulled in front of me in her Audi TT and stopped. She got out and hugged me. When she tried to turn our peck hello into a full on snog she felt me hesitate.
"What's wrong Lucy? Are you uncomfortable kissing me in public?"
"No, it's just Helen Dinsdale is in that police car back there - the PC who helped me get my stuff from my Dad."
As I glanced at the police car the blue lights came on for a few seconds and I giggled. Jolie looked at me bemused.
"It's a reference to flashers - she sussed I wasn't wearing any knickers under my skirt."
Jolie giggled too.
"She sounds fun. Do you like her?"
I went pink for the umpteenth time today.
"Let's get your scooter in the car, you've got a date with this."
She squeezed a large bulge in her suit pants and my hand went to my mouth.
"You're packing!"
"I am. And l'm so horny I'm going to have you over the bonnet if you don't hurry and get in."
I folded my scooter and put it into the back of her car and she closed the tailgate. I climbed in to the passenger seat, smoothing my skirt under me to try and avoid my wet pussy leaving an embarrassing mark on her leather upholstery. As she drove I leaned across to feel the bulge in her suit pants. It was noticeably bigger than the one she had used on me two nights ago and my core clenched in anticipation as the plug pulsed again in my bottom. I looked across at her and saw my own lust reflected back at me.
As soon as we got through the door Jolie pushed me up against the wall and snogged me, reaching under my skirt to trail a finger through my nectar flooded crease. I whimpered into her mouth, fumbling for the zipper on her suit pants. She pulled me through the arch into the kitchen and led me to a barstool next to the island.
"Climb on there and push your bottom back."
I clambered on and shuffled back so that my bottom was hanging off the seat, and when I looked round my breath caught as I saw her extricate the strapon through the fly of her suit pants. It was bigger than I thought. She pushed on my back and I leaned forward, my hands on the counter top.