This story is not real. The characters are not real and have not had their names changed. Some similar events with some similar characters may have happened in the past but are unlikely to again. Therefore any similarities with persons alive or dead are purely coincidental....
I've known Danny Davis for forty three years. Ever since I was four years old. We grew up together in a small village in a farming county. He was the good looking confident one who came from a family who were happy to spend their money. I was the lanky "nice" guy. The one who all Danny's girlfriends shared their problems with without ever realizing I fancied the pants off them. I came from parents who wouldn't spend a penny in case they needed it later.
As teenagers we tried hard to shag anything that moved. He usually succeeded but I was the one who had the long term steady relationships. His always failed simply because he couldn't keep it in his trousers so the girls moved on. My first long term relationship was with a girl who had been abused as a child. She had hang-ups which prevented her from reaching orgasm. We spent four years trying just about everything conceivable to achieve that goal. Several of those conceivables included Danny. Accidently "flashing" herself to him one day led to groping the next and the groping led to fucking and fucking led to threesomes etc. You know the games people play. I learnt all the hard lessons that need to be learnt about these games. I knew you have to be really careful. Before, during and after the events. I also knew how he worked, what he liked and how he would react to certain triggers. This made him the ideal man for our game.... Thirty years later.
After several long term failed relationships and at the age of twenty six I met my wife Sarah. We have been together for twenty three years and married for seventeen. I couldn't ask for a better wife in every way but after two kids and twenty odd years of the same person, we are both looking to spice things up a bit. She has never been adventurous and our sex life has always been strictly vanilla. Changing this was going to be a mighty task. She had had weight problems but was now a svelte size 12/14 with fabulous C cup boobs which were still well intact due to not breast feeding. Overall she's in good shape for the wrong side of forty. I even managed to get her to go Brazilian but the landing strip is a bit more of an airfield than a strip.
At forty seven, I still drink way too much wine. I gave up the dreaded death sticks six years ago but have remained tetchy ever since. I never really regained my previous laid back attitude to everything but I'm working on it. My work had all but come to a halt in the financial crisis currently affecting the world and I am too old to keep up the exhausting physical work involved so a new business venture was desperately required. Following the Fifty shades trilogy, the fastest expanding retail market in the UK was sex toys, especially bondage gear and sexy lingerie. And so was born my business. After experimenting with drop shipping, crap suppliers led me to holding stock of most of what I sell. One or two of everything in each available size and colour. Sarah had built up quite a collection of the stuff I sold. I never got to see enough of her in it though.
And so..
After completing the Fifty Shades trilogy, Sarah and I were discussing our own sex life and what we would like to do to improve things. Sarah struggled to come up with anything directly, being either too embarrassed or simply not prepared to say what she wants for fear of appearing "slutty". In her eyes the worst thing possible. I tried to make suggestions but fearing she would consider me too perverted I had to be careful. After all, she says she won't do bondage, won't do role play, won't masturbate. Only very recently has she started giving blow jobs. Not too sure why the sudden change but who am I to complain? No flavour except vanilla. But occasionally she lets the odd thing slip which gives me slight insights to what she might like. She likes the idea of being caught. She could, at a stretch become a discreet accidental flasher. She likes being photographed and even sends me photos of herself with a little prompting. Sometimes her sex is clearly very excited so she (or someone else) has clearly had a jolly good fiddle. She will admit to neither..
I put forward the suggestion of a third person. Not immediately shouted down I suggested maybe she might like the thrill of being admired and felt up by someone else. When she said that person could get out of control, she softened at the idea of me being around to 'watch out for her'. Discreetly of course.
"But why would I want her to do that, let alone watch" she questioned.
"Simple. I like to see you get turned on. It turns me on"
When the question of "who" arose I already had someone in mind. Someone I had often thought perhaps Sarah had a bit of previous with. One drunken New Years eve I had managed to persuade her to go out without knickers on. I well remember him sat on the floor while she allowed him a good look and possibly a fiddle. I was otherwise engaged giving a young lady a new years kiss so I don't remember it too clearly. We had also had a break in our relationship while I stupidly went off with a blonde with a sob story... (Never trust a blonde with a sob story. They are all trouble.) I have always wondered whether he had made the most of the opportunity to shag yet another of my girlfriends. When I suggested his name she didn't even bat an eyelid. She knew he was the obvious choice.
So a scenario was born. She would get to go as far as she chose with someone who she may have had previous with and all with knowledge that, unknown to him, I was there to look out for her.
A win win win situation.
Seemed a little familiar....
Danny Davis was kind of surprised when his old friends Paul and Sarah walked in to the pub. He had rarely seen them since their party on Millennium Eve. She had made it clear to him that whatever there had been between them was no more and that it must never come out. His constant close proximity was driving her mad and she was constantly scared of the truth coming out. Bar the occasional meet in the supermarket he had stayed well clear. As far as he knew they never drank in this pub even though it was an easy walk to their house. Damn she looked hot. He had heard she had lost a load of weight and she looked great in tight jeans, a semi transparent blouse and some kind of corset thing underneath. He was surprised to see her drinking as she always drove. "Ha!" he remembered, she also does reckless things when she drinks. Like letting him look up her skirt when she had no knickers on. When they were seated at their restaurant table Danny continued his conversation with the guys from work he had agreed to have a few beers after work with.
After her main course and four Double Gin & Tonics the toilet was calling for Sarah. As she walked towards the ladies she 'noticed' Danny and his friends at their table. She motioned a quick "hi" and disappeared into the ladies. Danny was astonished at how good she looked. Tight jeans always did it for him. When she came out she came right over.
"Hiya Danny. How are you?" She asked
"Yeh cool" he replied "You look great" he said with a hint of flirt in his voice "You okay?"
"Yeh, the kids are away for the weekend with Paul's brother on his boat so we came out for a bite. First time in here and it's close to home so we walked". She stood in front of him and he was transfixed. She really had lost some weight but still had great tits. The corset thing she was wearing under her top showed them off to great effect and the bottom of it didn't quite meet her waistband so there was a brief flash of a very flat tummy when she moved.
"Well nice to see you" she said." Let's not leave it so long next time"
" Kind of ironic" he thought as she walked back to our table.
A sweet and two more G&T's later Danny walked up to the table and went to say goodbye as his friends were leaving.
"Hi mate. Sarah said you were here. Come and have drink with us. I haven't seen you for yonks" I said enthusiastically.
"Well if you're sure"
"Yeh. I'll go get them in. Pint?"
"Yeh. Cool"
"Another Gin Sarah?"
" Yes please. Don't get the chance very often"
While I was at the bar, Danny asked Sarah about her clothes and particularly the corset thing she was wearing.
"It's a bustier" she said. "it's one of the ones Paul sells on his website". "Website?" Danny questioned.
"Yeh. When the kitchen work got light he needed something to pay the bills so he set up a website and Ebay shop selling lingerie and stuff. He does alright and I get lots of really gorgeous stuff at wholesale price. If he's really lucky I might even model some of it for him" she said with a cheeky grin and a glint her eye. " Lucky bastard" Danny probably thought.
I returned laden with two pints and her gin and we sat chatting. She made him feel very comfortable and I have to say it was easy to see why we had been friends for such a long time. I felt a little guilty that there was a good reason she was being so nice.
They rang the last orders bell. "We can have another here or why we don't we go back to ours. We can have a couple there and you're only a walk or a short taxi ride away"
"Yes come on" Sarah chimed in "It's early yet and it's really nice to see you" she continued putting her hand on his thigh. "Go on." she said
"Alright already. Stop nagging woman" he joked and we sauntered out into the warm summer air. Sarah grabbed both our hands, put them over her shoulders and with an arm around each of our waists we took the five minute walk home. Mysteriously two more buttons on her blouse had come undone and Danny got a proper eyeful of her heaving breasts all the way home, the half cups of her bustier only just covering her nipples and his hand was continually 'accidently' brushing her breast.
"So what's this website you've set up?" Danny asked as we walked onto the drive. "We'll show you" I replied.
