Our Affair

RATNERS

To save breaking up the narrative it is better to explain about "Ratners" at this point.

In a speech at the Royal Albert Hall in 1991, the CEO of Ratners (Gerald Ratner) joked that their jewellery was "total crap" and "wouldn't last as long as an Marks & Spencer prawn sandwich". Sales plummeted. The company's value fell by £500 million.

The "Ratner joke" became the prime example of how a CEO's words can severely damage a company's reputation.

It is probably also the world's most expensive joke.

THE STORY CONTINUES

The next night was a Friday. None of us had to go to work the next day. I arrived to find George outside my house and waiting in his car.

He said "I urgently need a piss."

He got to our downstairs loo just in time.

After the toilet flushed he said "That was lucky. Two more minutes and I would have pissed myself."

I said "I will get a key cut so you can wait inside for me. What master doesn't have a key to his house?"

Clark said "That's very kind of you."

It wasn't me being kind. I needed to reinforce that he was an alpha man, even though my husband and I weren't his sex slaves. The plan was to get Clark to be our sex slave by gradual steps.

We knew from Gail, his former lover (and my best friend) that Clark was bi-curious. My husband and I are gambling on Clark being made fully bisexual.

So far the plan is working.

Clark said "This weekend will be very special."

I said "Any time with you is special."

WATCHING EACH OTHER UNDRESS

The previous times I had sex with Clark had been quickies. This time we could take our time and undress erotically.

I liked stripping slowly while Clark watched me. So did he.

When I was just in my bra and panties, Clark said "That bra makes the most of your tits. Let me nestle my face in those melons."

I replied "Sit on the bed and I'll bend down. George says that gives you the best view of them. The bra only just covers my nipples."

I bent forward and jiggled my clothed breasts.

Clark said "George is right" and put his face between my breasts.

Of course I liked seeing Clark strip, especially when he liberated his cock from his boxers. I kissed his penis.

We went downstairs, still both naked.

GEORGE JOINS US.

An hour later, George arrived to see both Clark and me naked and sipping cocktails. Clark sat on the sofa with his legs apart. His cock was fully displayed. I sat opposite Clark with my legs open.

Clark said to me "Helen dear, please get George a drink."

I got up and Clark felt my bum as I walked past him.

PUBIC HAIR

Clark said to George "Your wife has a lovely arse and big bazookas. But we will have to shave that fanny hair off. Its so 1970s."

My husband and I have no strong views on pubic hair. I let my minge covering grow because its easier than shaving. George wanted to make Clark feel he was supremely powerful.

So he said "I love seeing women with hair above and around their twats. Can Helen keep her pubic bush as it is, or just trim it?"

Clark said "I don't want Helen to have any pubic hair. You agreed to help me shave your wife. Are you wimping out?"

George said "Not at all. I made an agreement and I will stick to it. I was only trying to see if there was a compromise."

Clark said "Well there isn't any room to compromise. Its my way or Helen will send you packing."

I said "That's right darling. I like having a full bush, but I love Clark more. You shaving off my pubes is a sign of your respect for Clark. I'm not just than losing some pubic hair, I'm building a relationship with Clark."

Clark smiled and said "George, don't make difficulties. You sought a compromise. As a punishment you must shave your wife's pubes while I watch."

TRAINING GEORGE TO OBEY CLARK

I said to Clark "You are being too lenient. We must teach my husband to obey you without question. We must train George like he is a naughty puppy. If he does good things he gets rewarded, if he is naughty he gets appropriately punished."

Clark asked "What punishment is appropriate in this case?"

I replied "Make him prepare and serve both you and I supper. He only gets to eat our leftovers."

Clark said "And make him wear the soiled panties that you wore today."

I said "Then make him shave my pubes while you watch, unless you want to stick to the original arrangement."

Clark said "Making him shave your pubic hair is a better choice."

SHARING CLARK'S COCK

I said "When my husband and I suck your cock get George to swallow your cum. He will hate you using his mouth as a cum dump.

I will forgo the pleasure of receiving your cum on this occasion just to see George taught a lesson."

For our plan to work Clark had to think that my husband was straight. George actually loved sucking men and swallowing their cum.

George said to Clark "Ordinarily I wouldn't want to suck your cock. But I have agreed to do it."

That was a bare faced lie. But George told it convincingly. I had cleverly got Clark to please my husband.

Clark said "That is an excellent suggestion."

I said "George my sexy black frilly panties are in the laundry basket. Put them on and then come back downstairs."

George did as instructed. His cock was only just contained in the black panties.

Clark said to my husband "Those panties make the most of you smaller penis. My cock wouldn't fit inside it. And for a man of your age you have a nice, firm bum."

This comment on George's bum was another indication of Clark's latent bisexuality.

George said "Thank you for the compliment."

GOING DOWN

Clark then said "Now watch me enjoy my pre-supper drink special."

My husband watched as I lay on the sofa and Clark made his way towards me.

I pulled my pussy lips apart. Clark lapped my vagina like a cat licks a bowl of cream. I had a loud orgasm.

Clark got up. Some of my vaginal juice was on his face. He kissed me passionately.

I told Clark "That was sensational."

I said to George "What does a well mannered man say when someone does something sensational to please your wife?"

George replied "You thank him."

I said "And aren't you a well mannered man?"

George said "Yes, I am"

I said (concluding the syllogism) "Then thank Clark for making me happy."

George faced Clark and said "Thank you, Clark. You truly satisfied my wife with just your tongue."

Luckily Clark didn't notice that my husband had stained my panties with his cum. He had creamed himself watching Clark go down on me.

An unwilling cuck isn't supposed to enjoy watching another man going down on his wife. I needed to get my husband away before Clark spotted the cum stained panties.

I said "That's a good husband. Now go and boil and mash the potatoes, the stew is in the slow cooker."

George went to the kitchen.

I said to Clark "I think it would be better for my husband to serve us fully nude."

Clark agreed.

I then said "I forgot to tell my husband that we will have the bottle of our best red wine. I'll go and tell him to open the bottle and let it breath."

I departed for the kitchen.

DON'T "DO A RATNER"

George was peeling the spuds when I got into the kitchen.

George said "I'm sorry about leaking cum on your panties. I couldn't help it. Seeing Clark on his knees, seeing his bum and his cock and your breasts swaying as he fellated you. Then you had an orgasm so loudly. It was just too erotic."

I said "Take them off. You will serve us nude. Do your best Jeeves the butler impersonation.

Open the £20 bottle of red wine, and let it breath."

George said "Okay" and took off my cum stained panties.

I said softly "I'm going to praise Clark and belittle you. Don't worry I won't mean what I say."

George said "I can see why you would do that. But don't do a Ratner. I want him to value me as well as you. If you go overboard I will have too difficult a task in making him need me.

Don't take your eye off the ball just because he gives you great orgasms. Clark likes my bum. He wants to be anally fucked.

Tell him, honestly, about when I fucked you up the arse."

I said "Okay. I won't devalue your swordsmanship. But honestly Clark is better at sex than you are."

George said "Okay tell him that my cock is a great size for anal sex. If he buys that we are almost certainly going to make Clark our plaything.

I replied "Okay."

George said "This supper is going to be make or break for our plan. Don't fuck it up."

I said "No pressure then."

To be continued.