The Willing Wife

Hi everyone. This is the next chapter in the story of the beginning of Amy and my married life together. Some people have said this should be a 'loving wife' tale, but I don't feel that is the case. Its not something we consciously wanted, the events I'm writing about occurred because of a desire by Amy to move our life forward shortly after we got married.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and there aren't too many editing mistakes!

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CHAPTER 5 - THE WILLING WIFE

It was the Wednesday of the following week when Amy brough me a couple of pages of typed writing.

"It's the script for next week" she said. "Charles has given it to me. Remember you'll have to learn your lines, but I don't think there are many, and he wants it to be realistic, so we do need to practice."

"I can't fucking believe this!" As I read it through. "Its bizarre. It reads like... Its just..."

"Look, its only words and frankly it won't make any difference to how I get on with him."

"Amy, are you sure its worth it?"

"Yes its fine, and like I said it's only words..."

"This bit about handing over a lead - what's all that about?"

"Oh, Charles wants me to wear a collar with a lead, and for you to hand the end of the lead to him."

"A collar! What the..."

"I do sometimes wear one for him in our sessions, so it's not anything new."

"It is when I'm involved!"

"Mark! Just do it - please!"

"Look - this is getting too much sweetheart. I don't like it at all. Let's call it all off now!"

"Mark - will you stop it! This is for us! So we can move our life forward! It's my decision - I've told you I'm in control. He doesn't do anything I don't want him to, so please don't keep going on about it!"

"OK sweetheart.. If you're sure."

"I am! Now let's go over it together and have a few read-throughs."

I read through the script, with Amy playing the parts of both Charles and herself. She kept correcting me on the way I said things until I 'got it right' as she said.

We practiced it a few more times on the Tuesday night before she was due to see Charles again.

"Got it?"

I sighed. "Yes sweetheart. You're quite sure about this? It does seem a bit weird frankly. Well actually completely weird!"

"Look it's just a few words ok?"

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Wednesday came around and I was home early. I offered to do the cooking, but Amy said she wasn't hungry, so I had a light snack. Amy went to get ready, and just before eight she came out of the bedroom looking stunning in her make-up with her hair up, and wearing a black bodice with high heels, no knickers, and her pussy and most of her boobs clearly visible. She brought out a black collar which had a lead on it.

"Could you put this on for me please. It'll be easier if you do it."

She handed me the collar and put it round her neck and did it up - as loosely as I thought I could get away with.

"Thanks."

"Bloody hell Amy - this is getting really strange..."

"I know. But it'll be worth it in the end. Now lets go downstairs." She said.

"OK." I followed her down the stairs to our front door, which she opened. We went down the second flight to the main hall and Amy gave me the end of the lead. "You go first and ring the bell."

I took the lead, and we walked over to Charles's door. It seemed completely absurd, me leading my wife on a lead. We stood outside and rang his bell. Amy stood behind me, hands behind her back. Charles opened the door almost immediately, like he was waiting the other side for us to arrive. He pushed it completely open and stood to one side, so we could see into his hall, with the table and mirror facing us. I could see Amy reflected in the mirror. She did look gorgeous.

"Good evening Charles. I've brought Amy down for her session. She's been really looking forward to it."

"Thank you Mark. So glad to see you both. I do so love the collar and lead. Very fetching!"

"Thank you Charles." I said

"Good evening Amy."

"Good evening Charles." Said Amy per the script.

"So, looking forward to tonight?" he responded

"Of course!" Amy said very brightly. "I always look forward to spending time with you Charles, and you can see Mark is very keen for me to come. He particularly wanted to bring me down tonight using the collar and lead, as it's his first time."

"Works very well doesn't it?" he said as he held out his hand and I passed the end of the lead to him. He took it and pulled Amy slowly into the hall, and they stood sideways facing each other. "Simply beautiful. May I?" he said addressing me as his hand moved up close to her breast.

"Be my guest." I said.

"Amy?"

"Of course you can. You know I don't mind." Said Amy

Charles very deliberately took Amys' breast and squeezed it gently before teasing the nipple. All the while he looked at me with a knowing smile. I saw her take a sharp intake of breath as he squeezed the end.

"Quite delightful as usual! Thank you Mark. Most kind. I'll send her back upstairs when we've finished if that's OK?"

"Absolutely." I stammered.

"See you later darling." Said Amy as Charles closed the door, leaving me standing outside. The whole thing had taken no more than a minute, but it left me feeling totally helpless and very angry. It wasn't until we'd actually played out the scene that I realised just how it would affect me. Charles had used the whole thing to make it seem like we were both actively wanting it. I knew Amy had elected to do this for us - so we could get on the property ladder and begin our lives together on our own terms, but it just seemed overwhelming. I went upstairs and poured a glass of wine. I sat on the sofa and just stared into space. I couldn't get it out of my mind, imagining what was going on downstairs with that creep and my lovely wife. What were they doing together? What was he doing to her?? Another glass of wine quickly followed the first, then a third.

The time ticked by. Eventually I heard the door click and Amy came upstairs. She was dressed in the short gown she'd worn before on her return from previous visits. She had a bag which obviously container her underwear from earlier. I got up and went over to her and gave her a hug. She looked quite worn out.

"I'm going to take a shower." She said, in a tired whispery voice.

"OK. Want anything?"

"Cup of tea."

She disappeared into the bathroom and after several minutes came out wearing her normal dressing gown. She came and sat beside me on the sofa.

"Well - how was it?"

"Just the usual stuff really. He asked me how you were with all the speech thing. I said you were unhappy but would go along with it. He seemed to think it went fine, so that's OK. How are you feeling now?"

I was wondering what 'the usual stuff' meant. I thought for a moment and then replied

"I think it was just the weirdest thing I've ever done. I think Charles is winding me up with it, and making it seem like this is all my idea. Frankly I hate it, but this is your decision, and I've said I'll support you and I will. If that's what you want to do then I'm with you."

"Thank you darling." Amy leant over and kissed me. "It's lovely of you. I know it's strange, but actually doing all the word stuff doesn't change anything that goes on downstairs anyway - and we just earned over a grand with the tip, plus the grand saved on the rent makes two. I'm earning over a thousand an hour!" she said with a smile, handing over an envelope stuffed with cash.

"Sweetheart..."

She grinned. "I know what you're thinking. I'm a working girl! Well absolutely I'm not. But this weekend.." and she moved really close to me and kissed me. "You can get very messy with me if that's what you 'd like!"

"Oh Amy - I love you!" and hugged her. I put my hands gently into her dressing gown and reached for her nipple.

"Not to night darling, they're very tender. But I promise you at the weekend you can do ANYTHING. Well not actually anything, but I'm here for you and your vivid imagination!"

I forgot all about the last two hours. My gorgeous sexy wife was back and all mine!

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"So... I recall you made me a promise..." It was Saturday morning and we were in bed. The sun was streaming through the window. We'd been out the night before until quite late with friends and had slept in. Amy had worn her little black dress with her hair up and looked absolutely stunning.

"I did! And what would Sir want to do?"

"Well, I think..."

"Go on tell me..." she kissed my chest and started sucking on my nipple. "What... What... what would my husband like to do to with his wife this morning?"

"Who said it would just be this morning?"

"Ah - a long weekend then?"

"Well, we'll just have to see! Why don't you go in the bathroom and..." I reached into the bedside cabinet and got out the small butt plug. "...put this in? Oh, and make sure it's nice and clean in there."

"My husbands' special place. Just for you... Well, I did promise to obey you!" she laughed and hopped off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back and stood at the end of the bed, a playful smirk on her face. "Would my husband like to inspect me?"

"Yes indeed - a very thorough inspection is required!" I grinned back. "Climb on top, but back to front so I can see your beautiful bum."

Amy climbed on top of me, kneeling either side of my chest with her head between my legs. She started to stroke my cock. Her glorious ass was presented to me close up, with the shiny jewelled end of the plug visible from her rosebud, and her vulval entrance fully on display.

"Fuck... that's just so beautiful. Oh, what to play with first? Decisions... decisions..." My fingers moved over her most intimate areas, pushing into her unfilled hole, which was very moist. I pulled her lips gently apart and leaned forward, pushing my tongue inside her. My nose rubbed on the end of the plug, and I moved back and pulled on it, pulling it out, then pushing it back in. I eased out from underneath and knelt on the bed beside her. It was much easier to play with her sensitive areas with both hands like this, and I could lean over and watch myself as I pushed fingers inside, and played with her clit. I sensed she was getting very turned on. I pulled the plug out again and thought I'd try something and see what happened. I held it close to her head.

"It's a little dry in there - I think this plug needs a little moisture on it." I whispered in her ear. "Open your mouth..." She turned her head and looked at me, then moved her hand to mine and gently licked the tip of the plug, before enveloping it entirely in her mouth.

"Like that you mean?" She said softly as she released it from between her lips. She looked at me intently.

"Yes - just like that. You'd better make sure it has a lot of moisture on it..." And I slid it into her mouth again, before removing it and pushing it into her bottom once again, where it slipped in easily.

"Again." I said withdrawing it and repeating the process. "I'm going to fuck you in a minute, with this in your ass."

She bit her bottom lip as she looked at me. "Yes please."...

Amy was on all fours on the bed facing down, her reflection in the large mirror on the opposite wall above the dressing table. She lifted her head and looked at me through the reflection. I averted my gaze and looked down on her pert bottom, with its jewelled accessory glinting up at me. As I relentlessly plundered her sopping hole, I just thought how unbelievably lucky I was. This really didn't get any better. I reflected on just how far our sex life had come since the early days when we were engaged, when it was just vanilla sex. Now we were doing so many things, that it seemed unreal. I was just the luckiest man ever!

However, as I fucked my wife in the doggy position, in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder if Charles had tried anything like this. She'd always said no anal, and I believed she'd stick to that, and she'd told me he hadn't actually come inside her, but had he fucked her from behind? I looked down at her beautiful bottom. If he had been in this position he would have seen her little anal rosebud in all its glory. Had he fingered her ass? I didn't know a lot of what they did, only what Amy had told me that one time. Mostly oral she said. I could really only speculate about other stuff. I felt sure she wouldn't ever let him do this. It was our special thing. The thought made me drive even harder into her. After all, he wasn't allowed to fuck her in the ass, and I could. Had he tried though? And if he had... well I felt sure we would have discussed it, and Amy knew my answer would be no. There were some things that simply shouldn't be on the table.

But the fact was, I didn't really know what they did when Amy was down with him. A bit of groping, playing with vibrators and oral sex couldn't take two hours, could it? Did they sit there and chat? If so what about? It was beginning to eat away at me - not knowing - but it had gone on for so long now, I didn't think I could ask her any more. It would be like opening pandoras box. We had managed to keep our life largely separate from the fortnightly events downstairs, apart from the one time when she'd told me some brief details while I spanked her. I couldn't risk jeopardising that.

We crashed into our separate orgasms and fell on each other on the bed. Lay on my back, while Amy separated herself from me and came up kneeling across my chest and kissed me.

"That was fantastic!" she said.

"It was, wasn't it?"

"It's just great being taken like that and I do like being doubly filled. Before I married you I never thought I'd do anything like that but it's actually wonderful."

"Yes - and the weekend has only just begun!"

"What - more?" She looked at me and laughed.

"Oh definitely. And you can start right now!" I lifted an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.

"Oh fuck! You don't..."

"I do!" I said nodding. "Actually, you don't have to if you don't want to..."

But she was already sliding down my body, kissing my stomach.

"No - you don't have to Amy." I said.

She looked at me with heavy eyelids then picked up my softening cocked put it into all her mouth in one simple movement. I felt her tongue rubbing round it as she slid it round in her mouth.

"I think that's what you were thinking about wasn't it?" She said as she raised her head and my cock plopped out onto my stomach.

"All clean now! Anything else I can do for you?"

"Oh..."

"Fertile imagination working away?"

"No its OK." I laughed.

"What is it?" she said questioningly.

"Nothing."

"Tell me!"

"No... its gross.."

"Oh...! What's gross? Come on tell me.." and she began to squeeze my balls.

"OK OK!! So... I was thinking that... you could squat on my stomach and let my cum drain out of you... and then lick it up while I watch!"

"No.. definitely not!"

"No you're right. I wouldn't make you do that - not even for a dare."

She gave me a thoughtful look then moved up and squatted over me, and I watched as a dribble of cum plopped onto me, followed by another.

"Oh fuck, stop it!"

She just looked at me with a sly smile on her face.

"Not even for a dare...!" she said. Then suddenly moved down, knelt over and holding back her hair, she looked me in the eye and extended her tongue to touch the dollops of cum.

"Shall I?"

"Fuck... no... "

"I'll take that as a yes..!" and in one swift move she sucked up the sticky lumps. Looking directly at me she opened her mouth, showed me my cum on her tongue and then swallowed.

"Amy no... Oh fuck... Jesus..." She grinned, then moved down again, licking my stomach of the remaining drops, and brought her head up to mine and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed her back, and our tongues intertwined.

"Thought you might like a taste too!" she laughed as we broke the kiss.

"Bloody hell! You are just.. amazing, and sexy and beautiful and... I love you!"

"Love you too!"

We made love a couple more times over the weekend after our Saturday morning excitement, but in more of a conventional manner - normal lovemaking between husband and wife. We were definitely back on the level. However, that all changed with the arrival of Charles's new script for the next visit on Wednesday week. It did seem it was very early, but there it was, posted under the door when we got home from work on the Monday evening. I did wonder why it had come so early. Was it part of Charles' plan to unsettle us? We read through it.

"Wow! This is different Amy - do we have to do this? Can't we change it?"

"You know what we agreed. Its fine - its only a few words."

We put it to one side and left it until a couple of days before Amy was due to go down. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was difficult. I couldn't help thinking about it. My mind was constantly reverting to it and what was going on behind the door when it closed on a Wednesday evening. We rehearsed the night before and on Wednesday evening the time came to go downstairs. Amy had foregone supper again, and was dressed up as usual in not a lot, some of her sexy black underwear and heels but no knickers, and her hair was up and make-up on. She completed the ensemble with the collar, from which she held the lead. She did look stunning.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be..."

We went down the two flights of stairs, where Amy handed me the lead end and I knocked on the door. Charles once again immediately opened it wide and stood there to one side. As usual he was dressed slacks and an open shirt with his slippers on. The shirt buttons strained as the shirt stretched over his belly. As he looked at me through his glasses, smiling in that inane way he had.

"Evening Charles."

"Good evening Mark, and the lovely Amy looking divine as usual! I do so love the collar and lead. It's so very appropriate." He appeared to smirk.

"She's been so looking forward to another evening with you Charles." I said.

"Good evening Charles." Said Amy

"Good evening young lady. How are you tonight?"

"I'm fine Charles, looking forward to spending time with you!"

"That's' nice! We try to have fun, don't we Amy?"

"Oh yes Charles, absolutely. You know I always have fun when I'm with you. I hope you've got something exciting planned for us tonight."

My line was next. "Here Charles, please take the lead. I agree with you. I do think the collar works very well. Appropriate don't you think? She has such a lovely neck and throat. It sets it off beautifully." He took the lead from me.

"Oh indeed Mark, she does! Look at it - frames it wonderfully! And in answer to your question Amy, I'm quite sure you won't be disappointed my dear!" He moved Amy so they facing each other framed in the doorway, with me standing watching looking into the hall with my reflection gazing back at me from the mirror. He reached up with one hand and played with her breasts in turn, squeezing them hard, before rubbing the nipples between his finger and thumb. He looked at me and a curious smile crossed his face. He was playing with me for sure.

"Ah Charles, she does love that doesn't she. I do find she's very responsive to nipple play." I spoke my lines dutifully as Amy and Charles both looked at me.

"She is responsive, isn't she." Said Charles.

"Do you use any nipple clamps? We have a set." I responded

"Yes I do have some which we use don't we Amy?"

"Yes we do Charles. It's great fun using them!".

"I know you enjoy having your nipples tweaked my dear. Mark, why don't you bring her down with yours on next time? Gets the ball rolling so to speak."

"Good idea Charles. I'll do that. We can compare clamps - see which are the most effective! Enjoy your evening won't you, you two?"

Amy bit her bottom lip as Charles squeezed her nipples tightly. She seemed to be getting a little turned on by his ministrations, but I might have mis-read the look on her face. It may have been just a grimace because he was doing it quite hard. Then she let out a small cry, and whimpered as he lifted her breasts up by her nipples. She raised herself up to try to prevent Charles pulling too hard. He gradually let her down after a few seconds "We will Mark. I'll send her back when we've finished."