The Wals

That evening I arrived home first and paced the floor. The adventures of the holiday were all well and good in the privacy of anonymity but this was here. This was neighbours and family and work colleagues. Fun is fun but this is serious; where was all this going to go? What if people we knew were witnesses to new adventures? What then? Both of us worked in organisations that took a dim view of adverse publicity, especially that caused by employees indulging in fantasies that resulted in public exposure. Normally Alice arrived home between 17:30 and 18:00. It was now 19:00 and still no word. I had rung the mobile three times but no response. It was turned off. Under normal circumstances I would be worried for Alice's safety should she have been this late home with no warning. That wasn't the concern now. Instead I was concerned and it was not about her safety. It was about what Madeleine had persuaded her to do.

I saw the car's lights on the drive. I put the kettle on and faced the front door. I heard the key and then the door opened and Alice entered her with her usual "I'm home."

This was a sign for us to advance on one another and kiss. We did. A theatrical cough indicated that Madeleine was also here.

I smiled and invited her in.

"I hope you don't mind me coming to stay, Les?"

With as much calm as I could summon up I said no.

"Good it will only be for a couple of days whilst Alice is on leave."

Leave! I looked at Alice, who smiled and nodded. "We've plenty of room and I'm owed plenty of lieu time."

"Ooh kay."

We had a simple evening meal and whilst I cleaned up Alice and Madeleine repaired to the other room and talked during a stream of soaps played in HD. Whilst washing up the thoughts of the afternoon's events played through my mind. On the one side there was the fear factor. Yet on the other there was no denying Madeleine's re-appearance promised adventure. And then again it had been no hardship for me as the episodes obviously left Alice needing intimacy. I convinced myself that providing any future "games" were played away from here, then all would be well, wouldn't it? So I rejoined the conversation in the living room.

"That's agreed then?" (What was?)

"Hi ladies, am I interrupting?"

"Of course not" Alice said, "Come and sit down."

Now there was an interesting development. You see we have two, two-seater settees set at right angles to each other and it is our wont to sit next to each other but on separate settees where they meet at the corner. Only now Madeleine was sitting in Alice's place with Alice alongside her on the same settee. If I sat in my habitual place I would be sitting next to Madeleine but on my settee. That posed too many unknowns for me so I sat on the opposite side of the square: on the window seat. Now what?

They smiled at one another and then Madeleine spoke "We've had an idea. Would you like to hear it?"

"Well, Yes, I'm all ears."

"Alright if you are sitting comfortably, I'll begin." (We all laughed gently at this quip). "We have decided to take up excitement whilst Alice is on leave and I am staying."

"Let me guess, no clothes."

"I shall be dressed throughout."

"And Alice?"

"That depends on the shoot, mood and location, won't it Alice?"

"Yes Madeleine."

"I have a friend Bobby, who has agreed to do the photography. She is very good. Alice has a car so the world is our oyster. Whilst you labour hard and er.. well, long to keep Alice happy, we shall all be at leisure. What do you think?"

"Well, there's always the worry about local and the news getting out. North Yorkshire is one thing but here, well that's very different. I wouldn't want anything threatening what we have here: jobs, cars, house etc."

"Of course not. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. Bobby takes artistic shots so no worries there..."

"And what will happen to the picks? Who will see them? Who keeps copyright?"

"I'll have the copyright 'cos Bobby's a very good friend. As to the audience, that also will be up to me, and only me."

"Hmm. I can see the benefit for you. So what's in it for us?"

"I don't see "us" here, just Alice. The benefit for Alice is evident. Recall our week together and the enjoyment she experienced. Isn't a repetition of that, enough? I tell you what, let me ask her. Alice, sweetheart, do you agree to take your part in the adventure we discussed?"

"What does that mean?"

"Shh Les, let her speak, well Alice?"

"Yesss."

"See? Sorted."

"Sorry I may be being thick here but what did Alice, my wife, just agree to!"

"She agreed to have her picture taken by Bobby and for the copyright and choice of audience to remain with me. Yes?"

Alice nodded. That relieved the tension. TV was an easy refuge with idle chat about what was on screen punctuating the programming.

Waiting as long as I dare (what with work in the morning) I announced that I was for bed. I invited Alice to accompany me. Madeleine said "She'll be up later."

And Alice nodded in agreement. My heart sank. It wasn't the thought of the lonely trek to bed: rather the shanghaiing of Alice by Madeleine. However, there was no denying that the adventures had introduced a certain vavavoom into our bedroom. What's not to like? So weary trudge it was with exchanged goodnights. After my day I was soon out cold.

In the morning Alice was sound asleep cuddled up against me. I disentangled myself carefully and went through the routine of work preparation; personal and professional. The drive to and from and the period in between at work were filled with the imagery of my naked wife. Throughout the day for some reason I neither rang nor texted Alice as was my wont. And neither did she. So the day was spent musing. I'm pretty sure I didn't even come close to earning my crust.

Once home I called and was met with silence. I wandered round and found no one. Our bed was made but Madeleine's had not been tidied at all. Interestingly it was hardly disturbed. So changed, fed on a simple meal and a book, settled me down for a dull Monday night. Work nights were inevitably dull because they were short and this night more so because of the solitary vigil. Or it would have been if not for the noisy entrance of the happy wanderers at 10 p.m.

There was a lot of chatter and excitement and mutual welcomes. As always Madeleine was the spokesperson and led off with statement that they had had a delicious time. Alice nodded. Now call me silly but already there was an air to this. Their we three were in the living room with the central heating busily chewing its way through a prodigious amount of fossil fuel, yet both the ladies were still wearing their coats, modest to the knee affairs. I didn't recognise Alice's because it was a dull and for Alice, unpopular grey.

I offered tea which was happily accepted and whilst I made the drinks Madeleine and Alice followed me into the kitchen and Madeleine started out on her résumé of the day. It seems that as they both had stayed up late they had started the day late. Madeleine pointed out that I had allowed Alice to backslide. Madeleine had had to attend to Alice's preparation for the day; she had as she put it had to do some gardening. Alice flushed with embarrassment grinned.

Having breakfasted they had dressed as I could see now and ventured forth to Bobby's place in Doncaster. And there the photographs had been taken. I would see them at the weekend. Madeleine sat down (again in "Alice's place") but Alice remained standing. Madeleine looked at me grinning broadly. She then turned to Alice "Take your coat off Alice." Alice flushed but stood and started the removal and in a strange way. As she undid the buttons she kept the coat closed. When she started to remove it she contorted to ensure that it uncovered from the top down. And then I could see why. As the coat made the final reveal so the surprise emerged. Alice's pink jumper ended at her navel. Below that was nothing except her shoes. The gardening now came to mind. Once again her groin was completely bald. Madeleine explained they had left the house like this.

Alice had spent the day with just the coat between her embarrassment and arrest. Whilst Alice stood there at Madeleine's elbow, Madeleine recounted the adventure.

"Alice and I as you know rose tardily. I took Alice into the bathroom and noted the garden had become weedy again. So we sorted that in quick time. We then went down to breakfast and I thought again Alice looked beautiful with the blush of embarrassment. She walked in front of me down the stairs and I could see her breasts jiggle with each step; delightful. As we breakfasted I suggested how we should dress, didn't I?"

"Uhuh."

"And finally Alice agreed so, to cut what could be a long story to acceptable length, we used the pink jumper, the coat and the heels. I put on Alice's makeup and after I was decent we set off. Alice remained wrapped until we arrived at Bobbi's. 'Arrived at Bobbi's' is a bit of a misnomer. You see the car has to be parked in the multi-storey and there's a bit of a trek to get to Bobbi's, which is at the far end of the mall, isn't it?"

"Uhuh."

"So once out of the car we set off. Despite the air conditioning it was hot for poor Alice in the mall. Is it me or are Julys getting hotter? Alice was ever so hot in the coat weren't you dear?

"Yessss."

"Anyway, once at Bobbi's we introduced ourselves to Steve who is the receptionist. It was funny. He asked you for your coat, didn't he and of course Alice refused and hung on to it furiously. Once inside to see Bobbi everything lightened up. Her studio isn't big but it does have all the right stuff. We were shown round weren't we?"

"Uhuh."

"There were light boxes and flash thingies and also slaves and tripods and most important of all sets. Bobbi's got a wardrobe of costumes and all these props to make any sort of atmosphere you want, including fog and snow. Brilliant! Anyway, a bit to my surprise but well within the bounds of the adventure Bobbi introduced to five young men (youths really). They were art students on placement who were doing the photography module. Bobbi asked Alice what sort of piccies she wanted taken. Well you would never guess Les, Alice came over all tongue tied. So I did all the talking."

"Well there's a surprise."

"Point taken Les but it would have been a complete waste if we had gone to all that trouble and then have Alice silent. So, anyway, I said we needed Beauty and Sexy, to be portrayed in every picture. That didn't phase Bobbi at all who promptly went into a tutorial with the kids. 'What do you think she means?' she asks and they are all blank faces. Well she prods them with questions and finally they come out with all sorts of polysyllabic nonsense. Bobbi nods thoughtfully and suggests stuff that's totally different. There was a bit of an edge to the atmosphere now and Alice was holding her coat ever tighter.

"Bobbi told them to get out the gray roll which was like a rolled carpet but quickly was stretched up onto a tall pole giving a mottled gray backdrop. A pile of technical stuff with lights was piled round the front and a single bar stool put in the centre. It now got very interesting." Alice groaned and closed her eyes. Madeleine put her arm round Alice's thighs and cooed gently. "It's ok baby." Alice flushed a lovely rose colour.

"How, interesting?"

"Mmm, well, Bobbi started off with the instructions. 'Lose the coat' was the first. Alice sort of froze at that but a gentle prodding from me effected the great reveal. Alice stood there just like she is now. 'Magnificent' says Bobbi and immediately grabs the camera. From then on there was the constant clicking of the camera before one of Bobbi's assistants guided Alice to the stool. 'Stand this way, stand that way' became a torrent as Bobbi changed position and got the himbo to change Alice's if she were too slow to move. She got Alice to sit on the stool, constantly moving position, including lifting her pink top to expose her left boob. It was very erotic wasn't it Alice?" Alice nodded silently and again went rose.

"The final shot was the real peach. Bobbi got her boys to stand either side of Alice, and got Alice to wrap her arms round each of the nearest legs and then open her own. Bobbi was most insistent that Alice should stare straight at the lens. Bobbi took a dozen pics that way some with and some without the flash. I was dizzy with the sheer sensuality of it.

"We stopped then for lunch. Alice was going to put her coat on but we all chorused she should stay as she was. The boys got some chairs and the four of us sat in front of Alice. We were all sitting lower than the stool and Alice; bless her, stayed rose throughout. Bobbi and I asked discussed the shoot and announced that the pics (or shots as Bobbi called them) were good enough to sell. She asked me what I thought. Well now, I know I own the copyright but I thought it was only, what's the word, right, yes that's it, to talk it over with you, Les."

"What do you think Alice?"

"No! Don't ask Alice. Alice gave the permission to all this, to me. I'm being nice and offering to share it with you. If you like, it's nothing to do with Alice."

"Is that right?"

"Uhuh."

"Is that all you are going to say."

"Uhuh."

"Of course; what else do you expect her to say? Alice has agreed to my control. Haven't you?"

"Yessss."

"See? So with that cleared up what's your view of the publication of the pics?"

"Where?"

"I'm not sure 'Where?' is the relevant question here. After all I have the copyright so I think I should choose the place. Your input is to agree or not to the placement. Should we (or I) or should we not, that's the question?"

"You want me to give you an open ended licence to sell naked pictures of my wife where you please."

"In a nutshell but of course Alice was never naked; she always had on the pink jumper."

"Ok then I don't want this to happen. I don't want the pictures, pics, shots published. We have jobs, neighbours, relatives, things to lose, so no. Is that clear enough?"

"Very much so; yet I think they should be published. Alice has nothing to be ashamed of. She is amazingly sexy and there will be no criticism from any quarter. No I shall publish but thank you for the discussion. Now if you don't mind I must talk to Alice and in private."

"I think I should stay and here this because..."

"It's alright Les there aren't any problems and I'll be up soon. Go get the bed warm."

Alice spoke clearly and lovingly. Madeleine smiled at her, gripped Alice's thigh a little tighter and smiled without triumph at me. Defeated I made my way to bed. Settling in, fuelled by the murmur below, my florid thoughts sent me off into an erotic haze. I felt Alice come to bed but only in my dream.

Alice was there in the morning still wearing the same jumper and sleeping soundly. The clock said 6 a.m. so neither of us needed to be up yet and I rolled to await the radio summons. I dozed fitfully before I heard a faint noise and felt movement of the bed. Gently I slightly opened my right eye and in the shade of the curtains I saw that Madeleine was sitting on the bed next to Alice. She was no more than 18" from me. She leant over and whispered into Alice's ear. I felt Alice shudder and stir. Madeleine stage whispered a "Shhhh". I watched intently through almost closed lids.

Alice's head moved and she was looking up at Madeleine who smiled. Madeleine leaned forward and to my surprise they kissed. As Madeleine disengaged she looked at me and smiled and then clearly I saw, she winked. I was sure she couldn't be certain I was awake so continued to pretend otherwise. I was clear now I wanted to see what would happen next. Alice gently moved onto her back. Madeleine whispered again. As has been so often in exchanges between Alice and Madeleine, Alice said "Nooo".

Madeleine nodded her head energetically and employed the stage whisper with her response "Yes and now if you please".

I felt Alice's hand descend under the bed clothes and a gentle rhythmic movement follow. I could hardly breathe. Alice's head was in profile but Madeleine's was further back and I could see she was watching me intently. Alice's hand got steadily faster and the movements stronger. I could hear her breathe becoming steadily more ragged. Madeleine winked at me again and now said quite loudly "Stop". Alice stopped with an audible groan. I realised I was now trapped. Madeleine's instruction was loud enough to wake the dead. Alice's groan was similarly noisy. How was I to wake?

Thankfully, the problem was solved in my favour. John Humphries and Radio 4 announced it was 7 o' clock. I opened my eyes and Madeleine grinned "I thought you were awake already, Alice has made enough noise to wake the neighbourhood".

"Sorry?"

"It's ok. My mistake, anyway Good morning both, I better leave you to get up in peace. Tea?"

"Please." We both chorused and Madeleine left the room. Alice embraced me in a warm kiss. Sadly work beckoned me so as decently as I could I disengaged and left for the morning bathroom routine. It took longer than usual because of what I had just witnessed. Alice was kissed, Alice had tried to pleasure herself, Madeleine had known I was pretending to be asleep and Madeleine had attempted to ensnare me in her game. It's a wonder I didn't cut myself shaving. Anyway, a little later than usual yet fully primped I breakfasted with Alice and Madeleine. They were both still in their dressing gowns and giving no sign of getting ready for the day anytime soon. The conversation was bland but friendly and I received a kiss from both as I set off to earn a crust. Concentration was surely going to be a tad difficult this day.

And what a day; lots of detail and lots of concentration required. Neither of which I had in abundance but at least with flexi-time I was away early. The drive home was deliberately calm though my imagination was on overtime. Inevitably, on arrival there was no one else at home. However, there was a note "See you soon, Alice xxx" and underneath "And Meeee!" What now?

There was food aplenty but no desire to eat at four in the afternoon. TV was nonsense and reading was without meaning. A stroll round the garden ate up some time but was accompanied by further florid thoughts. So I settled down with the paper, a cup of tea, the TV and some music. And still I couldn't concentrate. With frequent interruptions to check the window this multi-media workout lasted until 9 p.m. when the car pulled into the drive. I raced into the kitchen to make tea as much out of that's what I do when Alice returns home as having something to do to disguise my anticipation.

"Hellooo."

"Hellooo you, I'm making tea, want some?"

"Yes please, but don't forget Alice will have water."

"Since when?" As I took the Lady Grey tea bag from Alice's mug.

"Since today, we've turned over a new leaf (pardon the pun) and Alice is going to purge the toxins from her beautiful self."

"What!?"

"Calm, calm. It's our new resolution isn't it Alice?" Alice nodded silently. Alice took off her coat which Madeleine swept out of her hands, and stood there looking amazingly sexy. Again she was wearing a jumper though this time blue, and heels, nothing else; not a stitch. I just stared open-mouthed. Alice gave me a lovely sexy smile and then looked at Madeleine.

"Doesn't she just look magnificent? I find it so sexy to have the top covered with the rest uncovered. Now that we have removed the lower covering doesn't her pussy look beautiful?" Stupidly, I gulped and whispered.

"Yes."

"And now, how's the tea coming along? We'll go into the front room and await the drinks." And with that Madeleine guided Alice out of the kitchen and back into the front room. Tearing my eyes away from the vision in front of me, I made the tea and drew a glass of iced water, and thought. Where was this going? Of course the sheer eroticism of all this was exciting to me and evidently to Alice. But what deep water were we getting in to with this manipulator Madeleine? I turned and delivered the drinks.