My nose was in her crack and I drank in the heady aroma of her muskiness. She pulled away, "Easy tiger, no audience participation tonight. Take all your clothes off, James." I did as she instructed and she kissed me. She smiled, dropping for a moment out of the dominatrix persona she adopted for the exercise, before she pushed my shoulders back into the chair. My cock strained into the air and she faced me and lifted one foot and raked the underside of my cock with her stiletto heel. I thought I would come, but that was mixed with fear that she would bring her foot down and spear my balls. I could not look at where her foot was, so I concentrated on the small triangle of her G-string, which was being swallowed by her swollen cunt lips. At last, she put her foot back down.
"You see Richard, it is about trust. James trusts me. Do you trust me, Richard?"
Richard watched the entire performance in a haze of drunken lust. He had pulled his cock out and was wanking, but the effects of the drink were preventing it from reaching full hardness.
"Yes, I trust you Sheila, come here, baby." He made a lunge for her, which she side-stepped.
"I think you need to show a little restraint, darling. You love restraint don't you Richard?" His answer was a whimper and Sheila returned to the open drawer and pulled out the roll of duct tape. She pulled out a strip. The screeching noise made me jump, but it made him swoon. She cut six pieces with a pair of nail scissors. She stood in front of him with the first piece in two hands. "I know you are jealous of how close James and I have become. That is why I will make him watch while I fuck my husband." She pivoted and before I knew it she had wrapped my wrist to the arm of the chair. She mouthed the words `trust me' as she tied the other wrist.
"We don't want James interrupting us, do we, darling?" Richard just nodded. Sheila pulled off the tiny scrap of material that was the G-string and rolled it into a ball. She ran it around my face and under my nose until my head was full of the smell of her cunt. Then she popped the material into my mouth. I was bound and gagged.
"I have something different for you, darling," she said, turning to Richard. Sheila produced two bamboo canes she must have bought in a garden centre. She tested the weight of one in her gloved hand, then she swished it and caught the side of his cock. Richard yelped, but I noticed he was now erect. He made a grab for his wife, but she jumped on the bed behind him, whispering in his ear. He seemed to agree and offered both arms to be bound to the stick behind his back. She pushed his shoulders back and lifted his legs. She spread them and bound each ankle to the other bamboo stick and leaned him back up. He was as immobile as I was. Sheila looked at the two of us bound and at her mercy and smiled. She stood in front of Richard.
"Richard, you will watch while James shows you how to fuck properly. I can't get enough of him. In fact, I'm a little in love with him and I know he feels the same about me." Richard looked puzzled. And then he looked at her face and mine and saw the truth.
"No Sheila, no. He's just some old bloke you took pity on. Isn't he?"
"No, Richard, James is the man who saved me." She turned to face me and straddled the arms of my chair and lowered herself onto me. I could imagine it from Richards's viewpoint. The stockinged thighs spread and that perfect arse descending, her swollen cunt lips open to receive me. Richard was still shouting no, but she ignored him and impaled herself on my grateful cock. Her warm wetness enveloped me and it was bliss. She rode me. I could feel her lips pushed in on the downstroke and then grasping me as she rose. Sheila took mercy on me and pulled out the G-string gag. She put her gloved hands in my hair and kissed me with passion. I knew she could taste her cunt in my mouth, and that turned us on.
With my mouth now free, I begged her to untie me. "Please darling, I need to hold you, I need to feel you, I must have all of you." I knew I was babbling, but I did not care. She ruffled my hair and shushed me like a child.
"You see Richard, James has shown me that for other men, it is enough that I am just myself. I don't have to be his whore, his bitch, his cum slut and all those other things you call me just to get off." She could feel I was near coming and she pulled herself off me. "Not yet, darling." Sheila flipped around and sat on me with her back towards me. She locked her arms on the chair. "James has offered to show you the proper way to fuck your wife in the arse."
"No Sheila, don't let him do that. That is for me, only me." Richard's face was a picture of horror and arousal. I had a flash of a reversed situation with me sat on the bed and my wife lowering herself onto him. The mixture of dread and desire overloaded my senses, and I almost felt sorry for him. Then I felt my cock gently probing Sheila's arsehole, and all other thoughts disappeared.
"Be careful darling," I said and Shelia hovered on her elbows with just the tip of me in her tight arse. The instinct to thrust was immense, but I resisted it and she lowered herself until the head was in. We both sighed and then she raised herself and lowered again, this time going deeper. It took half a dozen slow strokes before the ring of her anus gripped the base of my cock and her wet pussy lips dribbled on my balls. The feeling was exquisite. This was something my wife had no enthusiasm for, and I thought I would never experience the delight. Sheila was still now, content to let me raise and lower my hips to fuck her. We were both moaning as our mutual orgasm approached. Sheila pulled off her gloves and put all the fingers of her left hand in her cunt while she frigged her clit with the right. The sensation of her fingers just the other side of the thin membrane of her arse was too much for me and my hips bucked as I pumped into her. My orgasm triggered hers and we jerked against each other until the sensations died. We sat connected listening to each other's breathing return to normality. Then Sheila leaned her head to one side and kissed my face. "Thank you darling," she said.
That was the cue for Richard to sob. For me, it was a reminder he was still in the room. "Why did you do that, Sheila? Why did it have to... why did it have to mean something to you?" That was what hurt him the most.
"It has to mean something to me, because I know it means nothing to you. Nina, all the one-night stands, those two sluts you met today, me, we all mean nothing to you, Richard."
He looked up in shock. "I was only talking to those women. Nothing happened. Where were you?" He was trapped in the headlights.
"I could smell them on you when you came in. You don't care where you stick your cock, do you? I get it, Richard. I get it I am not enough for you anymore. But I wanted to show you I am enough for another man. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes, Sheila," he said in a small boy voice.
"Then you've earned your reward."
Sheila eased herself off and stood in front of her husband's bowed head. She pulled it up by his chin. "Get on the bed on your hands and knees if you want your present." He shuffled around and Sheila had to help position him. Face onto the mattress with his arse in the air. All the pillows were under his stomach to support him. Sheila leaned over by his head. She held up the small vibrator she had used on us the day before. "I said I would make James watch me fuck my husband. Are you ready for that now?"
"Yes!" said Richard, the excitement back in his voice.
Sheila moved to his arse. She put the black gloves back on and gave him a few slaps to bring the redness out on his cheeks. Richard begged her to do more, and she really set about him with a spare bamboo cane. His arse had more lines than the entrance to Kings Cross station when she'd finished. I have never been into pain but from the way Richards's cock had grown I could tell this was his big turn on for him. Sheila stood behind him and put her tongue to his arsehole while she wanked him with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other. He was as delirious as I had been when she did it to me the day before.
"Is it just like you imagined, being tromboned?"
Richard strained and raised his head from the mattress. "It's better. Do the rest, please. Do what you did to James." He could not keep his head up and he sunk back as Sheila teased the back of his cock and balls with the vibrator. He tried to spread his legs wider but by the stick prevented him. It was obvious what he wanted.
She teased him up and down the crack. "You want me to stick it in, do you?" All he could do was whimper. "I'd better be careful, I would not want you to tear. I'll get some lube." Sheila took off her gloves and threw them to me, smiling. Then she faced him again and bent down on her haunches. Her arse and cunt were fully open, and it was only a few seconds before my cum was oozing from her arse into her palm. She smeared it into the crack of his arse. It was the ultimate humiliation, to brand him with our cum. It was also a turn on, and my dead cock returned to life. I did not see what was in her other hand until it was too late. She had switched the cigar sized vibrator for a much bigger model, more the size of Richard's cock. "Was it good when you stuck your enormous cock in my arse last night?" she asked. His muffled groan confirmed it. "Then you'll appreciate this, darling." Sheila held his cheeks apart and pushed the enormous dildo into his arse hole.
