We didn't know quite what to say to each other the next morning, and for once we didn't take advantage of the kids rushing downstairs to leave us a "lie in". The whole day we circled around each other like shy teenagers. Yet that night, after a longer than usual time in the toilet, she came out, slid next to me in bed, and said, "So... do you want to try it again? I've... cleaned up."
Mouth suddenly dry I nodded and my cock sprung to attention. In the dim light of a bedside lamp she turned, presenting her rump. I fumbled at the drawer of the bedside table, pausing when a new association with the lubricant bottle flitted through my mind, but got some and smoothed it over my rampant hard on.
I moved towards her, and aimed myself at her. It was so tight, and her whimpers both made me want to stop and urged me on at the same time. I slid my tip in, then stopped. Her hand pushed at my belly as she panted. "OK... a bit more, then stop." I did, to have her cry out. "No... no... pull out. Its too soon, I'm not ready."
Disappointed, I did. Without looking at me she jumped up, ran to the loo and came back with a damp facecloth. She knelt at the side of the bed and began to lovingly clean me, then moved her face down. With an obvious struggle, and a few halts to deal with gagging, she did take me down. It was too much, I couldn't deal with her obvious discomfort. I pulled her up and over on top of me. The look of love as she stroked my face mended much of the confused pain in my heart.
"Thank you. I will do everything for you they do to me. I promise." We then had a slow, long love making that for once ended in a mutual orgasm. As we fell asleep I was glad, it was what we needed. We had made love, not had sex, and that made all the difference.
It was a work day, and much to my pleased surprise she pulled me into the shower with her. We had fallen out of morning quickies, too much risk of a small child interrupting. Yet we took the chance, and finished with a minute to spare before a young face peered around the corner of the door to our ensuite.
I was happy, very happy that day of work. Though a few lewd day dreams meant I didn't quite focus on a few meetings as I should have. I got home on time for once, and we fed and bathed the children together. It was one of those nights that just felt right.
Then, just as we were settling down to read stories, the door bell rang. I know I didn't think anything of it, and from her unconcerned face as she opened the first book, neither did she. I stroked her cheek, then got up and went downstairs. On opening the door, I went still, felt the blood drain from my face. It was him, the black.
"My man my man. I was at loose ends tonight and thought of your lovely wife. Is she in?"
I was silent for a moment, just staring at him. "Yes, but its not appropriate. This is our home, we have children, you can't just show up."
His grin grew wider. "No? Well, you go tell wifey that a friend of Charlie is here, don't mention she's met me before. If she wants me to leave, I'll leave. But its not your concern man, I will only leave if I hear it from her."
Confusion boiled in my brain. What was going on here? Had she arranged this? Nothing about the day said that. On Saturday she'd been anxious, nervous, there was none of that today. I nodded and went to close the door, but he slipped inside. This was going too far, it wasn't meant to be like this.
I turned brusquely and went up the stairs. She looked up at me quizzically, innocently and I knew she had nothing to do with this. Some of my anger and confusion melted, this was just some bastards playing games. I bent and whispered in her ear. "There's a friend of Charlie's downstairs. He says he will leave only if you tell him to."
She went pale as I imagined I had only moments before. We were both silent for a minute, then she quickly stood. One of her beloved hands went to my chest, and I saw a forced smile on her face. "Will you finish putting the children to bed?" She turned and kissed each of them.
"Please? Darling?"
"Join us when you're done." Without a glance she disappeared out the door, and moments later I saw her stride past, only just making out the mask and cuffs in her hands.
"Daddy, isn't mummy going to finish?"
I struggled to get a hold of myself. She wasn't going to tell him to leave. I heard soft voices from below, indistinct, not enough to make out what was said. There were footfalls, and the door to our living room closed.
