First of all, thank you all so much for your reviews and comments on the first part of the story, my wife and I are thrilled with how it has all gone down so far. As before we'd appreciate any and all comments from you, both good and bad so we can improve the writings of our personal antics going forward. Thanks again to Sexyvibe for their incredible editing. Enjoy.
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I lie drained and upon sitting up, my head spins. Taking stock of the situation I haul myself out of bed to shower and just as I get out and re-enter the bedroom, one of our maids enters.
"Ah, grand. Would you be so kind as to change the bed spread? The lady of the house got quite excited this morning."
She acknowledges with a mischievous knowing smile and sets to work. The maids have become accustomed to our antics and have been sworn to secrecy: a huge court case would ensue should any of them be stupid enough to forfeit their generous salaries and reveal what they see in our home. Their yearly bonus is also subject to the feedback I receive from Anne about how willing they are to carry out 'extracurricular activity'.
I leave the bedroom, having dressed, to go about my day, likely to retire to the studio to partake in one of my many nerdy hobbies, my regular vice when Anne is out of the house.
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Meanwhile you have reached the end of drive to meet your lift to the girlies' coffee morning. Waiting at the gates is Jane and you the skip the last few strides before scanning your way through the gate with your key card and getting in the passenger door.
You forget for a second that you still have your toy inserted and are reminded as it is forced slightly further inside as you sit. You squirm briefly, tightening your pelvic floor before saying 'hi' and indulging in gossip as you travel to the regular Italian deli.
"New gate system?" Jane queries.
"Yeah, just a little something James wanted upgraded," you confirm casually.
"Right?" she replies, slightly agitated by your taking money for granted.
"How's tricks with you anyway? Any development on your... issue?" you pry.
"If you mean bedroom antics, let's just say... it's still very, very little. Not very often. Completely vanilla and takes no time at all!" she brazenly admits.
Sensing her frustrations and slight jealousy you pry no further, instead offering only a concerned look on your face.
"And if you are wondering about his job then, let just say, I won't be a lady of leisure like you anytime soon," she adds, feeling slightly defeated by her current situation.
"If it's any consolation, James and I don't have the best sex life..." you lie trying to make her feel better.
Turning to face you briefly she raises her eyebrows while peering over the top of her sun glasses in disbelief.
"I don't believe for one second, that the fine specimen of a man that is James, doesn't perform in the bedroom! He's nice enough to look at as it is, let alone anything else he brings to the table," she comments having always lusted after what you married.
You park and enter the high-end establishment. The girls are already there sitting round the table in the normal spot. Pleasantries are exchanged, and you blush when asked "How is your morning going?" You are afraid that, despite your attempts at composure, your body language is screaming 'I have a very large plug sealing a load of my husband's seed in my arsehole'.
"Great thanks, good leg session in the gym this morning," you say smiling, trying to avoid suspicion.
"Not like you need it! I couldn't imagine a better set of pins, and as for that arse of yours... well..." Jane interjects, rolling her eyes. The girls giggle together (if only they knew).
"It's just one of my many talents," you say, still blushing.
"Oh, I'm sure Anne!" Jane quips insinuating other antics.
"Some of us, on the other hand, have to work for a living and don't have time for such luxuries," she adds cuttingly, causing a mixed reaction from the ladies; some prudishly scowl whilst others giggle. You bashfully smile while raising your shoulders acknowledging her first comment and ignoring the latter.
"Steady, it's too early for these innuendoes ladies. There is just a lot to be said for a very well fitting pair of jeans," you say, trying to change the subject.
Gossip continues, and drinks and nibbles are served, conversation flows and a summer barbeque at our house is informally organised.
Excusing yourself to visit the bathroom, eyebrows are raised by the group as you slink off. Unknown to you, Jane, after giving a look of curiosity to the others, gets up and follows sneakily behind.
Entering the bathroom, you look around to ensure the coast is clear. Reassured that you are alone, you check your face in the mirror for reassurance and ensure that nothing is smudged from your quick preparation this morning.
Reaching around with one hand you push against the tightness of your jeans, inside of which the jewel of your plug sits secretly. You apply pressure until it moves slightly and inadvertently let out a small whimper as your vagina flushes with heat from the stimulation.
Releasing the pressure, you turn towards the door. Jane is there looking over at you quizzically.
"Wedgy," you say, trying to excuse yourself, and smile as you acknowledge her presence and walk towards the door, back to your place at the table.
"Dat tushy of yours eating up your underwear?" Jane asks rhetorically, staring intently as you walk past. A bead of sweat pops from your brow as you wonder how much she saw and how long she was there.
The coffee morning comes to an end with nothing other than a few glancing eyes and further innuendoes. You and Jane walk back to her car, so she can drop you home. You're relieved as the conversation in the car is pally and easy and no mention of the bathroom is raised.
As you get to the gates you scan through to let Jane's car onto the tree lined drive. She drops you in the court yard and you say your goodbyes before she manoeuvres to head back down the drive.
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Upon entering the house, you meet one of the maids going about her duties.
"Ava, I'm sorry for the mess I made this morning. James made me do it," you say, greeting our maid, trying to justify the state of the bed.
"No problem at all, it's always my pleasure Mam," she smiles back at you knowingly.
"Or mine, as the case may be," you joke before walking through to find me in the studio.
"Honey! I'm home!" you shout, announcing your arrival.
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Meanwhile Jane makes her way back to the gate while exchanging a few texts with the girls along the way. Only to find it prematurely closed as it comes into view. Trapped and not knowing what to do she negotiates a several point turn between the bordering trees and heads back down the lane to the house, seeking help.
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"Hello my Queen," I greet, my focus still wholly on my current project.
"Hiya!" you say, cheekily smiling and bashfully rotating your shoulders as you approach.
"Strange for you to still be fully clothed on a Saturday?" I put down the piece I am working on and turn to you.
You instantly start to undress leaving just your underwear and jewellery and parade about the studio comfortably, knowing that despite all the large windows, the only people who will see you are the maids and me.
Getting to my feet I walk over to the chaise longue type piece of furniture placed at the end of the studio. Its placement and design made for only one purpose, you have modelled many new toys for me here on previous occasions.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable," I say gesturing towards the piece of furniture.
You waste no time taking up the invitation. Knees together, you support the weight of your bust as you sink into a perfect posture with a gorgeous arch in your back. Conveniently for me the design of the chaise longue places both your arse and mouth at the same height as my crotch when I stand over you.
I remove my clothes whilst prowling around you, scattering them about the room. I go to one of my many drawers, most of which are perfectly organised with my varying hobby supplies. But this one coincides with our more mutual interests. I take out a coil of soft bondage rope and turn towards your stunning body.
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Having driven back in the opposite direction, Jane finds herself back in our courtyard. Getting out of the car, she knocks on our large front door. Some thirty seconds or so pass and as she expected there is no answer, the sound of her knocks likely not heard or expected by anyone inside our large home.
Not phased she turns left walking around the house knowing that I am often in the studio with my headphones on. As she approaches the part of the building that tapers down to a single story, a light and airy extension with many windows overlooking our huge walled garden, something catches her eye.
Moving closer, curious as to what is happening, she approaches the first window and sees me naked inside. Instantly dipping her head, she takes cover behind the brickwork and peers over the ledge to fully investigate.
Her eyes widen as her brain processes what is in front of her. From her vantage point she can see me walking around you as your arse faces towards her, offering a slight view of your flank from her angle.
Looking closer she can see what you were adjusting earlier in the bathroom: it certainly wasn't the encroaching thong you alluded to. Reaching down to her pocket, she takes out her phone, fully intent on texting the girls with a confirmation of the conspiracy surrounding our private life. But a few taps later she has her camera set to record. Good timing too, just as she raises her phone to the window I move to stand over your head.
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