This is the second part of my tale about me and my wife Amy's early married life. I do hope you find it interesting. It has taken a while to commit the memory to paper... More chapters to follow.
CHAPTER 2 - THE WILLING WIFE
Amy went into the bathroom, and I followed her into the shower. When I came out she had put on a simple dress that showed off her figure perfectly. I lifted up her dress and felt her bottom. Yes -the plug was still in, and she hadn't put any knickers on!
"Why don't we nip out and have some breakfast?"
"Er - with this in my bum?"
"Yes - exactly! And no knickers!"
"Oh no! Knickers are definitely going on. I don't want it falling out!"
"OK - if you say so.."
"But I have got a thong I can wear - will that do?"
"Oh God Amy - you are just so gorgeous!"
I got dressed quickly and we went out into the fresh morning sun. There was a café not far away just on the high street, and we went in and ordered breakfasts.
"It's weird sitting here with this thing in my bum."
"Its very sexy though!"
"Well perhaps a little of that too. All these people going about their daily chores - and I'm here with this thing up me. I must be the only one..."
"Well, I'm getting turned on just thinking about that! If only they knew!"
"Thank goodness they don't!" We laughed together. Our breakfasts eaten we went back to the flat.
"I want to take you as soon as we get inside - I need to fuck you - hard!"
"Hmmm do you? I suppose you can if you want... but where are you going to fuck me first?"
"Oh.... I think I'm going to fuck your pussy with that thing inside you. Maybe I'll swap it out for the other one..."
"You've got a very vivid imagination Mark - that other thing isn't going inside me today. Maybe... you could use that vibrator you bought?"
"Ah...OK - I'll fuck your ass while you have the vibrator in your pussy, that newly shaven one!"
"That's better - I might enjoy that you know - might even have an orgasm!"
We reached the front door of the house and went into the communal hall and walked across to the stairs to our front door. As we did so Charles popped his head out from his front door.
"Ah! Glad I caught you two. I just wanted to check you were settling in OK and perhaps sometime this weekend if you're free, you'd like to pop in for a drink and chat? Maybe early evening today or tomorrow? "
"Er... well yes... that would be very kind Charles." I looked at Amy, who shrugged her shoulders. We weren't doing anything - so maybe we could spare half an hour.
"How about tonight?"
"Splendid! Say six o'clock?"
"Yeah that should be good."
"Excellent! See you then!" And he smiled broadly. "Six o'clock it is."
He shut his door, and we went up the stairs.
"Wonder what he wants to talk about?" I said
"Well - we'll find out at six won't we!" said Amy playfully. "Do you think I should keep the plug in while we see him?"
"No I don't think so!"
We shut the door behind us and by the time we'd reached the living area we were already undoing the buttons and zips holding our clothes on.
"Go get that vibrator toy thing you bought - I want to try it out!" She was in a frisky mood!
I disappeared into the bedroom and returned to find Amy naked and kneeling with her head and arms on the armchair seat and her bum in the air. Her breasts were hanging down delightfully seeking attention. The shiny stone in the top of the butt plug was twinkling at me. I eased it out. Her delightful anal hole winked at me before closing.
"Oh! that's better..."
"Hurting?"
"No - just becoming uncomfortable."
"You should have said earlier..."
"Don't be silly - where could I have taken it out, and where would I have put it if I did?"
I turned the vibrator on and began rubbing it over her slit and across her clit. I could immediately see that she was becoming quite excited. My other hand gently tweaked her nipples. She started moaning.
"Oh gosh, that's good!"
"You like?"
"Mmmmm..."
I moistened the vibrator with some spit, then slid the tip into her pussy.
"Oh... that's nice!"
I slid a little bit more in, then gradually worked it in fully. Amy was clearly getting very aroused - more than I'd ever seen before in fact. As I worked the vibrator in and out I could see moisture pooling around it, coating its length. I removed it and slid my cock in, plunging deep inside her. After a couple of minutes I pulled out and replaced my cock with her vibrator again. She immediately responded, and began to moan loudly.
"Oh god that's good!"
"You like that?"
"God yes - its touching things I didn't know existed.... Don't' stop...."
I continued driving the vibrator in and out, slightly more vigorously, and at the same time gently moved my cock into position and pushed against her rosebud. Using some more spit I lubricated the entrance then pushed in for the second time that morning. It didn't take long to work up a rhythm with both the tool and my cock moving in and out in unison. Amy was away, grinding herself against me, and she suddenly cried out as her orgasm broke. I couldn't believe it. It was the biggest one I'd ever seen her have! I finished seconds after too, pushing myself hard into her anal passage and emptying a second load of cum inside her. We slumped together on the chair, breathing heavily.
"Oh wow, that was amazing! Double entry!" she said.
I had a cheesy grin on my face which I couldn't wipe off.
"Have fun did we then?"
"Yes I did, and I think you did too!"
"I did. It's so lovely to see you enjoy yourself like that. Fabulous!"
"You don't mind then - that it's not you?"
"Mind? No! not at all... I can't vibrate like that you know!"
"It wasn't just that, although that was a big part of it. It was kind of different. Harder, more relentless... I can't really describe it, but it was great!"
We rolled onto the floor. I slid the vibrator out and cuddled my lovely wife. Amy looked at me and smiled.
"I don't know what to say. It was really nice. I don't think I've ever felt like that before. I don't know if I want you to do my bottom every day though..."
"That's fine sweetheart. We don't ever have to do it again if you don't want to. I understand."
"I just don't want it to become a thing we have to do every time that's all."
"Enough said. I won't be doing that every day, don't worry."
"Maybe once in a while. I want to please you. It's just a little strange for me."
We lay there for quite a while, then got up and had a shower. The afternoon passed and it was nearly six. Amy put on a nice dress, and I put a shirt and jeans on. We went downstairs to Charles's. He opened the door. We'd never been into his part of the house before. There was a hall about eight foot square, with a table and mirror above it opposite the front door. To the left was another door, and the right a passage led to what looked like more rooms and a staircase which must have led up to the second floor below our apartment.
"Come in, come in!" Charles was in his fifties I guessed. A little gone to seed, with a visible paunch underneath his shirt, which bulged a little where the buttons were. I don't think he took much exercise. He had glasses on and thinning black hair, which really looked like it needed a cut. He led us into the front room which overlooked the area where he parked his car, and there was a small garden between that and the road which was hidden by a hedge. The room was large, and furnished in a very old-fashioned way, with two heavy chairs either side of an original fireplace and a leather sofa facing it, with a big bookcase one side and a mahogany cabinet on the other with drinks on it. There were a couple of family photos on the bookcase, and several pictures on the walls, mostly of country scenes. There was a large plant on a table in the window.
"Sit! Sit please!" Charles had a slightly posh accent, which seemed to fit in with the general surroundings. "What would you like to drink? Sherry? Whisky, Gina and Tonic? I do have some wine as well if you'd prefer?"
Amy and I both had Gin and Tonics. Over the next hour or so we chatted. Charles proved to be the perfect host and refilled our glasses - generously. He spoke about himself for a while.
"I've always lived here. My mother and father owned this house, and I was born in the local hospital. My father died about fifteen years ago. He was a banker in the city. I had the flat upstairs converted years ago when I was younger, and my parents lived downstairs. When Mother was on her own after my father died, I looked after her for the next few years but she got cancer and passed away about five years ago. I used to be an actor - did a quite a bit with the RSC and a few other parts on TV dramas in the and 90's and early 2000's, but the work dried up when I wasn't available as I was looking after mother, and I've not bothered since. I never married you see. I had the odd girlfriend, but those actress types are all so unreliable and false so it never worked really." He seemed to really dislike them as he spoke about trying to "Romance" them. I suspected he was a bit old fashioned and possibly not on the same wavelength as most of the ladies he was trying to chat up.
"I only decided to rent out the old apartment because it seemed silly to leave it empty. You're my first tenants. It seems to be working very well. I don't have many visitors - you may see my niece occasionally who drops in every couple of weeks, and I do have a brother, Simon, who very occasionally comes to see me. We play bowls together on a Tuesday morning. How about you? What are your plans? Are you going to be here for some time or just a few months?"
He knew why we'd moved in due to our issues with our other flat.
"We're saving for a deposit on our own place, but it's hard. With all the other associated costs we need to get to around fifty thousand, and we're a long way from that at the moment. With rent as well, it's going to take a while before we can consider buying, so we plan to be here for a while if that's ok."
"Oh lovely! I don't like change, and it seems to be working so well. You are perfect tenants so far - nice and quiet! It must be so hard for you youngsters, trying to save for a deposit with all the other costs you have. I guess you have to be frugal for a while - no expensive holidays or starting a family!"
"It is hard and we are trying to save, but we have a plan and we should get there eventually."
We chatted a little more about the property and our jobs. Charles offered the use of the back garden if we wished, but I didn't really see how that would work, or what we would use it for. Neither of us were really into sunbathing or gardening.
We left after an hour or so, and went upstairs and made some supper.
"He seems like a lonely chap - nice enough but a little weird maybe?" I said as we cooked.
"I think that happens when you live on your own, and also the profession he was in... very unstable and insecure. It sounds as if he's ended up with no social life or anything. How sad."
"He seems to be just existing - not living. I don't think I could do that."
"Me neither. Like I said, rather sad really."
The conversation moved on and we forgot all about Charles. The weekend passed, we did some normal lovemaking on Sunday morning, and so the next week started. Amy had joined a gym and was planning to go Monday and Thursdays, and so in an effort to keep fit as well, I decided to go running at the weekend and sometimes during the week if I could find the time after work. The weekdays passed uneventfully. We went out with friends most weekends - or Friday nights at least. Routine was the order of the day. We didn't see Charles much either. I did see his niece one evening though. About 7 pm I was coming home from work on a Wednesday when a young lady followed me up the drive to the front door.
"Can I help you?"
"I here to see Charles. I'm his niece, Savannah. Pleased to meet you."
"Ah.. He did mention you. I'm Mark. I live in the flat at the top with Amy, my wife."
