Covid Cuckold Pt 04

As C had said, H was allowed no questions, no explanation, just an expectation that he would accept and enjoy the situation, whatever they C and Jenny decided the situation would be. Its not that he had no choice but that he was starting to feel that he no longer wanted a choice. C had taken the two of them to the top of the hill and driven on; she was in control, H was along for the ride they were clearly picking up speed. Visions of C wrapped in another's arms filled H's idle moments but the other woman was just a figure he'd seen with her back to the camera, in the distance riding a horse.

H wanted to know what was meant when he was told that C and Jenny had plans for him but every time he tried to ask he was told not to worry his little head about it. All he was told was that C and Jenny were talking daily, and among the things they talked about were plans for their next get together. C also told him that she and Jenny were occasionally talking about what his role would be in some future situation.

Days passed and clearly C was walking on air; the chatting and planning with Jenny continued. Their next love tryst would be in a week and it would be a night of passion.

"I can't go there and sleep over wearing a scruffy old t-shirt to bed, buy me something delicate and feminine for the bedroom, something classic." C demanded.

Back to Figleaves and H's choice this time was a pale blue silk camisole with a flower lace trim along with matching French knickers. The price was eye watering but it would match her eyes and look delicious. This time the gift card read 'To C with all my love. Sweet dreams while you sleep and even sweeter passion for you and Jenny in each other's arms.' H imagined her wearing it, looking divine, sexy yet classy but he wondered how he'd feel in just under a weeks time when he knew C would be walking upstairs in Jenny's little cottage, knowing that C would be sultry and seductive for another.

In each of the following days C was bubbling when H spoke with her. Even when she was dressed plainly she looked awesome. It came from within her, a flame of passion that radiated through everything she said and did. Four days to go and she started sending H text messages in between calls. She was raising to temperature between them.

Ping: which of these dresses should I wear, followed by pictures of some of her finery.

Ping: not sure which underwear I should wear.

Ping: just shaving my legs, do you think I should do my lady parts as well.

Ping: Shave or trim?

Ping: tights or stockings?

Ping: can you order me some stockings from Amazon prime, next day delivery.

Ping: better get some hold ups as I don't have a suspender belt.

Ping: can you add a suspender belt, one to match the nice floral Freya bra and pants you gave me for Christmas.

Ping: I can't stop thinking about this weekend.

Ping: do you like these shoes.

Ping: do you think Jenny will like them.

Ping: I wish you were here so that you could rub moisturiser onto me before I go and see her.

Ping: Omg nipple hair. Perhaps a spot of Veet.

Ping: should I take flowers or wine.

Ping: can you order some flowers to be delivered tomorrow, this is the address.

Ping: its tomorrow night and I'm so excited.

Ping: I can't sleep.

Ping: tonight is the night.

Ping: sorting out my overnight bag.

Ping: just wondering how many spare knickers to pack

Ping: I can hardly eat my breakfast.

Ping: time for a soak in the bath.

Ping: a selfie of her, face surrounded by bath foam.

Ping: almost ready.

H's phone rang for a video call.

"I'm going now, don't wait up."

She looked amazing, he wanted to throw himself at her feet. Her overnight bag was behind her.

"I love you" said C and those were the last words from her for an age.

H experienced a rollercoaster of emotions in that time. From four o'clock on Friday onwards he only had his imagination of what was happening in that little cottage miles away. He desperately wanted to know more about Jenny. He'd sent carnations to the cottage and decided to explore by Google maps to see what it looked like. He imagined walking up to the front door and being welcomed in by C. He tried to imagine how the interior of the cottage looked, having only had partial views of two rooms.

H thought about the two of them sitting down to eat, chatting laughing and smiling, then perhaps relaxing together in front of the TV. Sitting close or holding hands, quietly intimate, feeling the other body moving next to them, building excitement and the increasing thrill of anticipation. Then would they decide to make the next move to the bedroom. Perhaps they would arrive next to the bed and start pulling off each other's clothes or would they slip into the bathroom in turn to change into their night clothes. What would they do together, cuddles and touching, kissing and licking, perhaps they'd take turns for pleasure or maybe play to climax together. Would there be sex toys, vibrators or something kinkier. And when they had exhausted each other they'd sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The next morning after a torrid night of dreams, waking and wondering, fretting and dozing H dressed and waited for C to call. The morning dragged on and he pottered around the house. Lunch came and went. Nothing. C hadn't called, she hadn't been on Facebook, it was as if she'd been abducted and taken to another planet, planet ecstasy. All afternoon he found things to do to take his mind off waiting. Once evening came he simply couldn't stop his mind working overtime. Was he happy with this, was it what he wanted, everything was changing between C and himself? He had dreamed of submission, putting himself at the bottom of the relationship in favour of C's happiness. Now she was finding moments of joy in her life he was happy for her. He felt included in her joy and he knew, for the first time she really wanted him to submit. They had played submissive games before but this had an edge to it, the edge was her being in complete control and his only choice was to give her complete submission. Only she knew how this was playing out, all he could do was tag along for the ride. And what did she mean when she said that she and Jenny had been discussing his role?

And still no call, not even a text. Jenny and C would be in bed again by now and there was nothing for it but to try and sleep.

He tried to sleep late the next morning and when he woke he made myself a cup of coffee and returned to bed to drink it tucked up alone in his cotton nightie. He was guessing that C and Jenny might also be having a lazy Sunday morning, warm and close in that cottage bedroom. The phone rang with a video call from C. H's happiness returned seeing her face. She was tucked up in bed, hair in a mess, one shoulder above the duvet where I could see a pale blue strap.

"Hi, are you ok?" he asked, she smiled and nodded, looking divine.

"I can see you're wearing the camisole, does it look good on you, did Jenny like it?"

She adjusted the duvet to reveal a little more.

"I think Jenny liked it, but you can ask her yourself."

She moved the phone slightly and a woman came into view. A tumble of salt and pepper curls framed a rounded smiling face. She was wearing a black nightie and that revealed hints of a muscular Rubinesque body.

"I think she's very lovely in that cami, and really lovely not in that cami"

The two of them turned to look at each other and giggled. She reached and put an arm around C who softened against her lover's body.

"I like his nightie too ."

H was in a plain cotton nightie with a ditzy flower pattern and thin straps.

"Are those little boobies I see under there?"

C looked at Jenny "Would you like him to show you his little boobies?"

H stared into the camera, C made a gesture with her eyes and he sat up, pulled the straps off his shoulders and lowered the cotton to reveal his flat chest. Jenny looked.

"No falsies, how cute, lovely nipples."

She and C dissolved into another fit of giggles. H sat there, on display and took a drink of coffee.

"They're like breasts only smaller" said C.

"We'll have to help them out" said Jenny.

More giggles.

C looked up "I hope you've been keeping busy, we've had a really nice weekend. Nice food, horse riding, country walks and .... err... lots of sex".

Giggling once more. They each took a drink of coffee.

"Have you been thinking about us and what we've been doing?"

She stretched and pressed herself closer to Jenny. H nodded.

"I'm so happy to talk with you right now so you can see me with my lover and see our love nest."

They kissed briefly then kissed deeply. The view from the phone reared around the room. The two of them came back into view.

"Well, as you're looking OK I'll sign off as, well, I think Jenny and I have things to do," C smiled, gave a little wave.

H was sure it was no accident that C put the phone down but didn't hang up the call. She might have been trying to put the phone on a bedside table but it wound up on the floor. Should he use his discretion and hang up? He was transfixed by an image partly of the ceiling and partly of the underside of the bed with a sound track of muffled conversations, creaking bed springs, laughter, rustling bed clothes and sex. Joyous noisy sex. The call had lasted for one hour and three minutes when he saw C's arm rescue the phone from the floor. He caught a brief glimpse of her face, flushed and satisfied.

H heard her say to Jenny "Oops, I forgot to hang up the call."

More hoots of laughter and the line went dead.

At three in the afternoon the phone rang again. It was C, back in her room at her sister's place. There was no beating around the bush, face like thunder, she came straight to the point.

"You listened, didn't you. Like a little pervert, you listened."

H looked down and nodded.

"It was a test, I knew you would and you're going to have to explain to Jenny and I. I'm not going to discuss it now but Jenny and I have talked about it and there may have to be punishments."

Click, she'd hung up. Punishments? What on earth. This really was going to be a test for H's submission.

A couple of hours later she was back on the phone, smiling, gloriously happy and eager to talk about her weekend. At first not a word was said about H's misdeeds or possible punishment. Instead she babbled away about arriving at the cottage on Friday, having a lovely meal, relaxing, then laying a blanket on the floor. They had both undressed, C said she more or less did a strip tease and the stockings and suspenders had added a little magic. They set candles around the room and pampered each other with massage lotions and potions. They each took turns, lying in front of the other, first massaging the others back, then moving on to bottoms and legs. They had lain top to tail rubbing each other's feet, then sitting up to pamper each others legs, all the while feasting their eyes on the others body and bosoms. While C is ample, by her description of Jenny's breasts it suggested they were awesome. C is petite and she described Jenny as athletic yet curvy and feminine.

As the night progressed Jenny had gone to the toilet then reappeared at the bottom of the stair in a silk nightie. C asked her to wait in bed while she slipped into the camisole and lacy knickers. C said what had happened next was just so wonderful. They had played with each other with gentle fingers, slowly and softly touching between the others legs, bringing their lover closer and closer to orgasm, then pausing, slowing down. The two of them had been on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an age when their eyes met and a spark passed between them each then allowing the other to climax.

"It was like an entire firework display going off at once. We hugged and the next thing I knew it was morning and I was waking up in Jenny's arms."

During the next day C and Jenny rode in the morning and relaxed for the rest of the day.

"I felt that we were getting to get to know each other a little more. She is very lovely and I'm beginning to realise how good she makes me feel. I guess I'm moving from infatuation and I'm falling in love. She says she feels the same. She and I have been talking about the emotions involved in Jenny me and you. She thinks it can work. I'm feeling my way, apart from a couple of teenage romances I've never been with any one but you. I have to keep talking with you and making sure you know I love you but I can't help myself , I have to give myself to Jenny too. I know we haven't had much of a sex life for a long time and I didn't think I would ever get aroused in the way that I used to when we started out together, but it's all come flooding back. I long for her touch, I feel butterflies in my stomach at the thought of her, just the way I was with you when we first met. I feel touched by madness. I can't think why else I put my head between her legs just the second time we were together, I just had an overwhelming need to please her."

C carried on.

"And you shouldn't under estimate the effect you've had. I'd always thought it was a joke when you said you wanted to be submissive but when it came to a real test I think you've submitted in ways I think neither of us expected. I just feel so powerful and confident because of it. It's a real aphrodisiac knowing just how helpless you are over this and how much in control I am. It's just so weird, I've never really wanted to play along with your games but now that it's real it excites me. Sending you all those messages about stockings, I hope it messed with your head."

H said it had and told her that no messages at all for two days really did his head in.

C talked about the morning "When I knew you were listening this morning, that was such a turn on. I made sure Jenny knew too and I think we both went for it. Did you wonder what we were doing together?"

H nodded and weakly said yes, C gave him a look that told him that he would not find out. It was going to be her secret.

"I hope you're enjoying your submissiveness. Jenny and I have been talking about that too. There'll be some surprises coming your way."

And with that, she was gone