The Willing Wife

The third part of the story how the beginning of our marriage played out. If you haven't read parts 1 and 2 it might help to do so, as it puts it in context. If it seems a little slow in this chapter I'm sorry but I wanted to tell the tale without skipping parts. We are still very happily married BTW.

CHAPTER 3 - THE WILLING WIFE

The warm weather persisted. It was a lovely summer. A week or so after the conversation with Charles, I arrived home and Amy and I had just had dinner. We sat down with the remains of a bottle of wine and cuddled on the sofa. "Anything on TV?" as I picked up the remote.

"Before you do, I wanted to chat to you about something." Amy said.

"OK. Fire away."

"So... Charles' offer. I've been thinking...."

"What? You can't be serious! Stop thinking about it now! Like you said when I first told you, it's absurd."

"Look - we don't know what he actually wants, do we? Think about it. We pay £24000 a year in rent. That goes a long way to finding our deposit on our first place. Maybe we could get some more from him. And you earn so much more than me, so this could be my contribution to making it fairer."

"I don't care what he wants. It's not going to happen! And as for you earning less - that's not relevant."

"Well, we could at least find out what it might involve. You can't just dismiss it out of hand."

"I can."

"It's a lot of money Mark! Someone's going to get it from him - why not us?"

"No!"

"Well, I don't think you can say that until we know what's involved."

"I know what will be involved and the answer is no!"

"You don't..."

"Yes I do!"

"Fine! Mr bloody psychic!"

We descended into silence. Our first proper row.

Nothing more was said on the matter and as far as I was concerned the matter was closed.

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Amy and I made up over the next few nights. On Friday I came home, and she was dressed in one of her "outfits". A lovely and sexually adventurous evening ensued. The following week however, we had another of those 'conversations'. We were in the kitchen and Amy was pouring us both a glass of wine as I cooked our evening meal.

"So... I went to see Charles today."

"What about?"

"His offer."

"Why? I told you the answer is no."

"I just thought I'd find out what it was about before I said no."

"OK - and let me guess... it was about him having sex with you."

"Sort of..."

"Well, I don't know what 'sort of' sex is. Its either sex or it''s not."

"Yes I guess there would be a bit of that, but its not quite that simple."

"Yes it is... but go on tell me."

"He's looking for someone to be a what he calls 'playmate' for a couple of hours. I think Savannah dresses up for him. He says he's looking for someone to do the same. He says he and Savannah use sex toys sometimes - dildoes and things - not unlike what we have, you know. It would all be consensual and I'd always be able to say no."

"Amy! The answer is no right now! Even more so."

"Look Mark - this is a way for us to get a deposit for a property in perhaps a year, and move on with our lives. We both had sex with other people before we met each other. I think in fact you had loads of sex with several different women. This would be sex, not romance. And in a year or so it would be over, and we'd be moving forward."

"No! I don't want that creep near you."

"Mark.. just think about it. I've said I'll have another chat with him next week."

"No!"

"Mark! I don't want to live here for the next five years while we scrape together money for a deposit, and that amount will probably have gone up by the time we get there so we'll never get out of renting and won't be able to start a family. We could be here forever. This is a great chance for us to move our lives forward. Unless you're going to win the lottery how are we going to get the cash? You know I want a family. Do we have to wait maybe eight or ten years? Just think about it. Please."

"I'll tell you what. Before we even take this conversation further lets do some research as to what it would take to get a mortgage, and have a look at some properties on the internet and see what we'd be looking at. It may be that things can be done to work the problem in a different way."

"OK - that seems reasonable."

We avoided further conversations on the topic that evening.

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During the next week I made a few calls to see what the likelihood of us getting a mortgage was on the sort of property we wanted to buy, and made an appointment with a broker for a chat. We went to see him, and after reviewing our finances he said:

"Basically, with your incomes you can get a mortgage for £270k. You'll need a minimum of 10% deposit, but even the small houses you're looking at are £320k upwards, so you need to come up with about £50k. If you're looking at cheaper properties like flats don't forget the maintenance charges which can be very high, so your monthly costs rise, and that will affect the amount you can get on a mortgage, which will go down as a result. Its catch22 really. Don't forget the purchase costs too - legals and taxes - they mount up - probably around £6-7k - and will be on top of the £50k you need to get what you want."

We went away depressed.

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I was conscious that Amy had said she was going to see Charles again next week. At the weekend after one of our more amorous encounters on Sunday morning, we lay together sated.

"So... are you planning to see Charles?"

"I thought I could sometime. I'm working from home and can pop down for a chat. I don't have to commit to anything."

"Amy. I don't want you to do this. Please."

"I know. It's just that this might be a way to really get a start in life. Let me go and have a chat. That can't hurt can it? And I'll come back and we can talk it through."

"The answer's still no."

"Fine. Like I say, I'm only going to chat."

Nothing more was said on the matter until Tuesday evening.

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"So, did you see Charles..."

"I did see him. We spent around an hour chatting."

"An hour? What did you find to talk about?"

"Well, a few things really."

"Like what? I really can't imagine it was about the weather!" I responded sarcastically.

"Well... he told me that Savannah would come round and spend a couple of hours with him every fortnight on a Wednesday as we know. She wears sexy clothing, which she usually loses over the course of the evening. They use toys, not dissimilar to the ones we have. He said she did things with them and sometimes he did too. He showed me a couple he said he liked to use, but I'm sure he had others which I didn't see. He said Savannah would usually put on a display for him, and they would play together - his phrase not mine. He has a room upstairs which he uses - he took me up to see it. It's a bedroom with a large single bed I think - it looks too small for a double - and a chair and some other furniture, oh and a big mirror and some pictures on the walls, lamps and stuff. It also has a small en-suite. As far as sex is concerned, he said he was expecting penetrative sex of some sort would take place, but oral or normal. He said if I didn't want to do sex of any kind, we could discuss it but if I definitely didn't want to do it, he'd probably look elsewhere. Definitely no anal. He did say he loved to 'play' as he described it, and that the actual sex wasn't the whole reason he had these sessions, and we might not even have sex sometimes."

"I can't believe you had this conversation. What does he mean by 'play'?"

"I asked him about the 'play' thing and like I said, he said they used mostly toys, and he would touch and play with Savannah, or watching her play with herself or him. He also said that he was a very good tipper, and if the sessions went well or they did unusual things they didn't normally do then he was a generous man. He was insistent that everything they did was consensual, and that if I did it I would have absolute veto on anything or the ability to say stop or 'no' if I was uncomfortable. Look, I'm not keen on doing this, but it is does get to our goal, and right now I don't know any other way we can do this. Currently with our combined salaries after all our bills and outgoings we can save just short of a thousand a month. That means it will take nearly five years to get to where we need, and that's before prices go up. I don't want to be living in a rented flat forever. I want us to have our own home! "

I listened to this with mounting distaste. "It's just gross. I can't believe you think this is a good idea."

" I don't think it's a great idea. I just think it's a way for us to move forward. We're going to spend the rest of our lives together. This is a blip in that timescale. As a woman you get all sorts of medical people messing about with your private parts - prodding and poking and sticking things inside you. You could just look at it as another one of those occasions if that helps. And this is only one man, who once we've left here will never see us again, and we'll never see him. This isn't going to be romantic you know. I'm not going to run off with him!"

"Oh Amy... I don't know what to say. It's just... well... it's just bizarre, gross, disgusting... what other words do you want me to use?"

"It is - a bit I know... lets sleep on it and have a think. Charles doesn't want an answer tomorrow."

"I'm not happy. It's just not right frankly. I can't believe you're even considering it. please stop now. There has to be another way."

"Well, all I would say is that if we were thinking something like IVF, any number of people would be prodding and poking me very intimately. Would you say don't do that? A woman's private parts aren't so private as it turns out."

"I guess so when you put it like that. But I wouldn't be seeing those people in the hall in the morning when I'm going to work."

"No, but you might be seeing them in a surgery or hospital environment... Sitting there in an office knowing that the nurse or doctor you're talking to has been ferreting around inside me."

"They're not Charles!"

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We didn't discuss it any more for a few days. One evening over a glass of wine after dinner the subject came up yet again.

"I chatted with Charles again earlier this evening."

"And?"

"He asked me if I'd made a decision."

"And have you?"

"Well, it's not just me is it?"

"You know my view. Are you really 'just going to the doctors' to use your metaphor?"

"No I'm not. I'm going to see Charles. He's probably going to see me naked. He's probably going to play with me in some way, and he's probably going to put his penis or his toys into me, and I'm going to have to deal with him coming."

"I assume he'll be using a condom."

"Well actually we've discussed that as well. He said he's clean, but he's prepared to get tested and give me a certificate. He obviously doesn't have sex with anyone else - well apart from Savannah. He doesn't want to wear one. And he's offered to give me a £250 bonus each session if he doesn't have to use one."

"So?"

"So I said if we go ahead that would be OK."

"Bloody hell. I don't suppose it really matters. It's your call."

"It's your call too. Like I said I won't do anything you really don't want me to."

"Amy, you know I don't want you to, but I'm not arguing any more. If you want to do this then... it's up to you."

"So... if I do try it say, just once, then you'd be OK?"

"No! Definitely not OK. But like I say, if you're set on it I don't want to dictate what you do."

There was a silence in the room. I took another sip of wine. Amy leaned across and kissed me passionately.

"You're my husband and I love you. I promised to love honour and obey you and I will always be yours. But this is a chance to get some money and start our lives properly, instead of this 'existence' we have. Now - would you like to take advantage of your willing and obedient wife and give her a thorough seeing-to? No holds barred!" And she began to unbutton her blouse.

As she did so, revealing those luscious tits, I couldn't help thinking about the possibility that the lecherous old man downstairs might be doing the same thing in a few days' time. It didn't turn me on. It was weird. As she shed her top and undid her bra, letting her breasts free, and asking me if I'd like to play with them, it felt completely surreal. I couldn't get the mental picture of Charles doing the same out of my head. Perhaps Amy would be asking him if he'd like to play with them, just like she had with me right now? Would she get turned on by it? Would she find it enjoyable? I didn't like to think about that, but hoped in my heart she wouldn't if she went ahead with it.

"Right young lady, you said no hold barred. Hands behind your back and stay right here. I'm going to get the nipple clamps. While I'm gone you can take the rest of your clothes off, and I want those nipples of yours thoroughly erect and perky! And when I come back I'm going to be in charge - do you understand?"

"Yes husband!"

I came back with the clamps, which I attached to her erect nipples which she'd been playing with, and her vibrator.

"I think you're going to need to be taught a lesson! I'm going to fuck your pussy, and I'm going to fuck your mouth, and I haven't decided which particular orifice I'm going to finish in. And I'm going to have to try them several times in turn before I make up my mind. Understand?"

"Yes sir!" She smiled coquettishly.

"Oh, and this toy of yours is going in whichever orifice I'm not using. Mouth, cunt, mouth, cunt - back and forth. Understand?"

"Yes sir!"

"Let's not waste any more time then!"

She sat back on the edge of the sofa as I inserted my cock into her. I was hard, and cross, and began to plunge myself into and out, taking my pleasure without thinking about Amy enjoying herself. I pushed the tip of the vibrator into her mouth, and held it there while I continued to fuck her.

"Time for a change!" I removed my cock and the tool, and lifted her head up. "Mouth - now!" She opened her lovely lips and I pushed my cock inside her mouth. I couldn't reach down with the tool - it wasn't possible. "You can fuck yourself with it!" I sneered.

She took the vibrator, turned it on and I looked down as she slid it inside her. I took hold of the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto my cock. She began to choke as I held it there, before releasing her. I couldn't get it too far in, but tired again and again. I could tell she was getting turned on by her self-administration of the vibrating toy, but my attention was focussed on my own pleasure. We swapped again a couple of times, but I decided I preferred her mouth this time. Amy was entirely submissive in all of this, just letting me do whatever I wanted. The perfect wife catering for her husband's needs. I pulled my cock from her mouth.

"I've decided I'm going to come in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it all!"

"Yes Sir!" she said with a cheeky grin.

"Oh and you can bring yourself off with that toy if you want!"

"Thank you sir!" she said with a snort.

I proceeded to focus on fucking her mouth. Letting her breathe just enough between pushing myself as deep as she would let me, I continued for a several minutes before finally exploding into her.

"Let me see!"

She looked up, opened her mouth to let me see the cum, then swallowed. She'd stopped with the vibrator.

"Do you want to finish?"

"No, its OK - I'm fine thanks." She put it down on the floor.

I leant down and kissed her.

"I love you - don't ever forget that will you?"

"I love you too!"

Amy and I discussed the Charles thing one more time a couple of days later, but she seemed even more determined to go ahead, and there seemed to be nothing I could say that would change her mind. I wondered how it would change our relationship if she did this. She did go and visit Charles again, and when she came back she had the certificate he'd promised her. I had a sinking feeling that this was going to get only too real very soon. It was actually going to happen. I figured the best way would be for us not to talk about it any more and for me to maybe not be around on the Wednesday evening when she finally did it. That way I wouldn't see her, and I could put it out of my mind.

But Wednesday came and went. We had dinner together and watched TV. The weekend came, we went out on Friday and had dinner with some friends, then stayed in on Saturday and had some great sex in the morning. On Sunday we went to see her parents in the country and had lunch with them. On the way back in the car Amy sat with her eyes closed as I drove. I thought she was asleep when she suddenly spoke.

"I had a chat with my dad today. I asked him if there was any chance that I could have a loan for the deposit on a house. He said he couldn't help me really. Work is very quiet and he's anticipating lay-offs. I know he and Mum don't' have a lot. So, I've decided I'd like to see Charles this Wednesday. I haven't told him yet. I want to know if you are going to be very cross with me and if you really think I shouldn't do it, now is the time to say so. You know my thoughts on the matter."

"Oh Amy... wow... I didn't know you were going to do that. Funnily enough I did ask my parents too, and they said that they could loan us about ten thousand but that was all. They pointed out that hadn't helped either my brother or sister. They did suggest I moved back home with them, and you and I commute and save the rent, but I know that wouldn't work. I think us living with them would be a disaster."

"That leaves only one option then as far as I can see."

"If you're set on it, then I don't know what to say. I don't think I can physically stop you. I'll just we have to try to compartmentalise it and not let it affect our relationship. I will be hard."

"Its two hours a fortnight. I'm going to tell Charles yes. Final chance to say no."

I was silent.

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Wednesday came and I phoned Amy and told her I wouldn't be home until after eight. I knew her session with Charles was planned to start at eight. That was so I wouldn't see her before she went down. I couldn't face it. When I got home the flat was quiet. I had stood in the hall and listened to see if I could hear anything from his flat, but all was silent. I paced our flat, trying to think about anything but what might be going on downstairs. What were they doing together? Was he touching her intimately? Was she getting turned on? Was she naked in front of him... was he fondling her beautiful breasts? Maybe even touching her pussy? It was finally happening and out of my control. I pretty much drank a whole bottle of wine over the course of the evening.

Just before ten the door opened, and Amy came up the stairs to our flat. She was dressed in a summer dress, and looked perfectly normal. She came over and hugged me and we kissed, and held each other for what seemed like ages.

"How was it?" I couldn't help but say.

"I need a shower." She broke off and went into the bathroom. After what seemed like an age she came out in a dressing gown and sat beside me on the sofa.

"Wine?" I said.

"No - I'm fine. I had a couple of glasses downstairs with Charles."

"Do you want to talk?"

"Do you?"

"No... and yes... I don't know."

"If you like I can give you the sixpenny tour if you like rather than the full tale?"

"Go on then..."

"I went downstairs at eight in my summer dress. Charles welcomed me in, gave me a glass of wine, and we sat and chatted for a while - mostly about how I felt about the whole thing now that I'd committed to it. Then asked me to take off my dress, which I did. We went upstairs to the room I told you about, and he asked me if I was OK about everything again and happy to proceed, and I said yes. He asked me to take off my underwear and then played with me for quite a while. I wasn't getting turned on, but he wasn't rough."