This is the next part of the story of Amy and my life together after we first got married. I've tried to keep it as close to what happened as I can. I hope you enjoy.
CHAPTER 4 - THE WILLING WIFE
It didn't seem to be long before the next 'Charles evening' came around. We had discussed whether Amy should go down to see him again, but whatever I said to try to dissuade her wasn't enough.
"It wasn't so bad last time, and it'll be ok. Don't worry."
This time I hung around, and the evening panned out much as the earlier one. Amy went downstairs around eight, then came back just before ten. She looked tired, and her make-up was gone and her hair damp. After her shower we had a chat.
"How was it?"
"Much the same. We were a little more adventurous, but it went well... And I got £400 in cash so that can go in the house fund."
"Adventurous? In what way?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Well, yes, and no... I don't know."
"I can tell you if you want..."
"OK... tell me if you want to.. what happened?"
"We did more play, and he wanted me to 'get into the part' a bit more - you know, act as if I was enthusiastic. I think I managed that pretty well, because the tip was bigger."
"Did he...?"
"What?"
"Did he... come like last time?"
"He came, but it was different."
"How?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"I don't know..."
"When you do know, ask me again."
"Amy! I don't know if I do! Did he fuck you?"
"No he didn't. We just had oral sex - well I performed oral sex on him to be precise. There - happy?"
"Anything else?"
"Like I said - we played. He played with me, and I played with myself while he watched.. just boring stuff really."
"Er..." I wanted to ask what she meant by him playing with her, what she did while he watched, where he came. Was it in her mouth or somewhere on her body? Somehow, although Amy said she was happy to tell me it felt like I was having to pull information out of her - like she wanted to keep it secret. It just didn't seem right. Some things were best left unsaid at this time. Maybe I could find out more later.
"Oh, and here's the £400. £250 plus a tip. Guess my acting is getting better!" She handed me an envelope with the money in.
I held her close, and we cuddled then kissed. As we did so, I was incredibly conscious that Charles's cock had been where my lips were now, and only a short while ago. His cock had been in her mouth. Was it willingly, or had she resisted? Had she suggested it or had he? She hadn't said where he had come... had he actually come in her mouth? I began to imagine I could taste something different - it was toothpaste! That meant... or did it? I wanted to make love and 'reclaim' my wife, but she clearly didn't want to.
We went to bed, and yet again I laid awake beside my sleeping wife thinking about what might have transpired. I lay awake, and couldn't help but imagine Amy, naked, with Charles running his hands over her, tweaking her nipples and stroking her bare flesh... asking her to suck his cock... would he have his clothes on, or would he be naked too...? Would she be lying there with a toy inside her while he watched like she said he did last time? What sort of toy...? How would she fake being turned on... or would she be getting turned on?
I wasn't sure whether the thoughts running through my head about Charles and Amy's encounter were the reason why I had a rock hard cock, or whether having Amy lying naked close beside me and breathing steadily as she slept was the reason...
But we'd paid no rent for a month, and I had £750 to pay into the bank when I planned to go tomorrow...
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For the third visit Amy had chosen a different dress this time - more revealing than the one she'd worn on both the other occasions. It was black, and she had heels on. She also had her hair held up in a bun behind her head, rather than free flowing like it normally was. This left her beautiful neck visible, and she looked positively sexy. She was also wearing quite a lot of make-up, which she didn't usually do.
"My God Amy - what's all that about? You look stunning! Is that a new dress?"
"yes - I bought it on-line - it was cheap. Charles said he wanted me to look sexier and put my hair up, and if I get a bigger tip for doing that I will. It doesn't cost anything, and it doesn't affect what we do, so why not?"
"Phew.. well... I guess..."
She came over and kissed me. "Wish me luck!"
"Do you need luck?"
She laughed. "No not really! See you in a couple of hours. I'm going to get Charlesed!"
"It's not funny!" I shouted after her as she went down the stairs. I heard the door close, and went to get a wine. The two hours seemed to last an age. I couldn't concentrate on anything. It had seemed to move forward remarkably quickly. I hadn't thought it would actually happen, and now it appeared my lovely wife was being swept along by the whole thing. We'd kept it separate from our lives and not discussed it at all really, when she went downstairs on previous occasions. The whole thing hadn't really registered to any great degree. It has almost seemed like she was going out to the shops before, but now - seeing her like that, all dolled up, made it seem very real.
Two hours later she came back in. The hair was still up, but was clearly hastily remade and looked damp. Her makeup was all off too. "You OK? What happened? You took your make-up off."
"I'm fine. Yes - the make-up got a bit smudged so I wiped it off when I cleaned up in his bathroom."
"What do you mean smudged?"
"Well, it just got a bit messy, and I'm not one for much make-up anyway, so I got rid of it."
"How was it?"
She looked at me with a very straight face. "Do you want to know?"
"Well... I don't know. Was it the same as before?"
"We're getting into a bit of a routine I guess, and I'm finding out what he wants and he's finding out what I'm happy with doing, shall we say. It's getting a little more adventurous, but that's probably because we're both getting used to each other. Look, its OK. We're just finding our feet. Early days as they say."
"What do you mean adventurous?"
"Well.. maybe adventurous is the wrong word. So for example - I told you he liked to watch me using a vibrator on myself. Well, we now use a bigger one because its more comfortable for me, and frankly means I can get my rocks off too. If he likes that too it's a win-win."
"So you're getting your rocks off now? Is that all you do - use a vibrator? How? Does he use it, or do you do it to yourself?"
"Look, I might as well make it pleasant for me. As for how it happens - it depends. No of course it isn't all we do."
"What else..."
"Do you want to know?"
"No not really... Well sort of."
"There's a lot of groping, and a bit of well, just oral mostly, though not usually too kinky. He likes to play with my body. There - anything else you want to know?"
That was obviously a shut-down. A sign that she didn't really want to tell me what was going on any more. I figured she thought if I knew too much I might start thinking about it, and want to discuss it more and that would open up a pandora's box which we'd managed to keep shut.
She handed me a wad of cash. "Another £400 for the kitty. And don't forget, the rent is due again next weekend we don't have to pay it."
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It seemed Amy and I had managed to separate this arrangement from our ordinary lives, and almost forget about the fortnightly sessions with our landlord. Indeed, at the weekend after Amy's visit, when we were in bed together on the Saturday morning having a cuddle, she moved knelt astride me and began kissing me deeply. I began to fondle her breasts which were hanging down deliciously. Her nipples responded to my touch, and soon they were rock hard. She broke off kissing me.
"Is there anything you'd like to do with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I know in the past you've held back sometimes because you think I'm a bit too delicate or a bit too prim and proper. Is there anything you'd like to do - you know - that you haven't done? We could push the boat out a bit if you'd like and see where it floats!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Right now you get a free pass to exercise that very fertile imagination of yours!" She lifted one eyebrow with a smirk on her face.
I looked at her, my mind processing what I'd just heard. "OK - well, in that case... Id' like to fuck your ass while you have your vibrator inside your pussy, and I might just redden those bum cheeks of yours too. Maybe a firm hand or two to that stunning bottom of yours?"
"Well - what are you waiting for? I used the douche in the bathroom earlier. I'm ready to go!"
"Are you sure?"
"Please stop saying that! I'll tell you if I want you to stop - now just.." She looked at me with hooded eyes, lust written across her face. "Now just fuck me - however you want and in whatever way you want. I'm your wife, I'm yours.... Take your pleasure before I change my mind!"
"In that case.."
I grabbed the vibrator from the drawer and moved round so I was behind her. Her beautiful rump was exposed to my gaze. I pushed two fingers up to her mouth.
"Moisten these, wench!"
She took my fingers eagerly into her mouth and slobbered all over them. I pulled them out and moved them down, positioning them at the entrance to her pussy and pushed them in.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as I rammed them both as deep in as they would go. I began to piston them in and out. As I did so I gently dropped some saliva onto the crack between her cheeks, watching as it rolled down and pooled on the edge of her twinking rosebud. Moving my fingers from her pussy, I gently inserted one, then two of the moistened digits into that delightful place, and picking up the vibrator with the other hand I pushed that gently into her now heavily lubricating and aroused vaginal hole.
"There you go...."
"Ohhhh.... Ahhhh..."
"Prepare for an ass fucking!"
I pulled my fingers out, and rubbing them over my cock I pushed it slowly into her stunning little anal hole. Moving both in my cock and the vibrator in and out, I began to plough both those lovely places simultaneously. Amy started groaning, and at this point I left the vibrator deep inside her.
"Hold it in!" I ordered.
One hand came down between her legs and pushed on the end of the vibrator.
"Now fuck yourself while I fuck you!" She began to move it in and out a little, but I noticed how she kept it quite deep, pushing hard when it went in. I thought about Charles watching her as she played with herself using a vibrator. How close would he be? Would he be really close studying every fold and movement, or sitting back and watching? Would he help in any way? Would he be fucking her pussy with the vibrator? Would he be fucking her pussy? I just didn't know, and I didn't want to ask...
I'd never spanked Amy before. Correction - I did it once for one time and she said in no uncertain terms - "Don't do that please!" - or words to that effect. As I plundered her backside with my cock, with her manipulating the vibrator in her pussy, I brought my hand down against her taut backside. I wanted to punish her for her sessions with Charles - to make her understand that I was hurting.... She cried out, but not a 'stop' sort of cry, so I did it again, first one side then the other.
"This is to punish you for being a naughty girl with Charles." I said as I smashed my hand against her cheek again. It felt good!
"Well, you should punish me. I'm your wife... and I've been a very naughty girl!" she gasped.
"Have you been naughty with Charles then?"
"Yes - I'm your wife and I've let another man touch me. That's very bad!"
SMACK!
"Has he touched you a lot?" I started to ask questions I'd not asked before, and she was answering!
"Yes."
"SMACK!
"Have you been naked while he did it?"
