English Pub Landlady Ep 03

You may recall that at the end of the last instalment I had just learned that my husband, Harry, had paid to watch me being used.

By the time I got back to the pub I had started to formulate stage one of a plan to take my revenge. I fired up the PC in the office. The broadband in rural Dorset is not great but it's OK for ordering things from the Brewery and places like that. I'm just an old fashioned girl and don't have much call for technology but I soon found what I was looking for. My order would take a few days but that was fine.

I've never really been envious of anyone or anything. Why should I be? I have more than enough money. I love my life running the pub in a little Dorset Village. At sixty, time has been kind to me. My body is still good, my ass is a bit fatter but a lot of men like that in a mature woman.

Up until lately, I've never been unfaithful to Harry. My sex life has revolved around tormenting him and exposing myself to the customers in the bar. I often get quite horny and do naughty things. Like, when we go up to London a couple of times a year to shop, I love to travel on the really crowded underground and let men put their hand up my skirt and finger me to orgasm while Harry is squashed in a corner looking the other way. All harmless stuff really.

But sometimes I am taken over by something much stronger. I can feel it getting hold of me. I get so sexually excited that I know I will explode if I don't have a penis up me straight away; any penis. If Harry is around all well and good. If not I take anything I can get. Not long after we were married, we lived in a different village then, I was walking down a lane when it gripped me. A policeman rode by on a bike. I pushed him off and insisted that he fuck me straight away. How I wasn't arrested I don't know. Usually, as soon as I get some spunk in me I'm OK.

You wouldn't believe the sort of people I've had to get help from over the years. But as it's a medical treatment, and I've never had the same prick twice, I consider that I really haven't ever been unfaithful to Harry.

This year my sex life has changed completely.

My delivery finally arrived and I was glad that I'd ordered several different models. I chose a shiny metal one. Harry had gone off to play golf. No, I don't know why they do it either. When he returned I had a word with him.

"Harry, I've been unfair to you," I said.

"You have?" he said looking surprised.

"I've been thinking about your ordeal in the hay-loft. It must have been awful for you. Tied up like that with a raging hard on.

"I've decided that I don't want you going through anything like that again.

"Come here and take your trousers off," I said.

I love men, all men. Young and old. Not just for the sex but because they are so predictable and controllable.

Harry did as he was told.

I told him to close his eyes and I held his winky gently and then slipped the silver ring over it and his balls. He must have thought that it was some kind of kinky sex game because he didn't move. I then put the metal cage over his todger and fastened the two parts together.

"There you go. That should stop you getting unwanted erections anymore."

He looked down and realised that his wedding tackle was in jail. The cage held him so that there wasn't enough room for his prick to become erect or if it did it would bloody hurt. There was a hole at the end to pee through.

"Why do I have to wear this?"

"I thought that you would be glad."

"How long do I have to keep it on for?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and went downstairs to hide the key.

That evening I walked into the bar to find two of my regular customers staring at a magazine. I don't know, 'Tractor Weekly' or 'Farmers Bollocks', or something like that.

They were having the sort of conversation that only men can, where it was obvious that all women must find them irresistible.

"She's pretty though."

"I don't know if I would."

"How about you?"

"Not sure."

I lent across to see what they were looking at and they both tried to look down my blouse. I moved a bit closer to make it easier for them. Everybody wins.

They were looking at a photo of Prince Charles and Camila, Duchess of Cornwall (as they were then). Now I'm sure that she's a lovely woman but I couldn't see these two perverts lusting over her. Then I could see that the Royal Couple were presenting an award to a stunning looking young lady. I turned the magazine round to read the caption. Turns out that she had a string of letters after her name and had been given the award for services to Agricultural Science. Evidently, her parents had come over from Antigua in the 1970's and had worked really hard to send her to University and she was very grateful to them both. But all the two farmers were concerned about was whether they would let her have sex with them.

As I walked behind the bar I bent down to check that Harry had emptied the slops trays. Because they couldn't see me they must have presumed that I'd left. So the conversation continued.

"Would you like to have a black girl?"

"Not sure."

"What's the problem?"

"Well, you know what they say about black men? You know big dicks and all."

"Yes."

"Well they must need a big one for a reason. So I don't think I'd be any use to a black girl."

"Jesus wept!" I thought.

Still later that night I started thinking. Because of my medical condition I'd been fucked by a lot of men over the years but none of them had been black. I wondered why that was. Maybe it's because I live in the middle of rural Dorset and I don't think that I've seen a black person around here. I didn't think that I was racist at all. I knew that when I was gripped by the lust I wouldn't care what colour the cock was as long as it was sorting me out.

I suddenly thought that I could use this as payback for Harry.

At breakfast I said to Harry, "We're going to Dorchester today."

"Dorchester?"

"Yes."

"Can we stop at a carpark on the way back?"

"Are you sure that you want to do that if you're wearing your cage?"

Dorchester is a lovely town but don't go there looking for sex, I don't think they have any. But they do have Travel Agents.

The young lady was very helpful. We needed a couples only hotel on any Caribbean island, Four stars or better. We only needed it for about a week as we would have to close the pub and dirty old men would be left walking the streets of the village in the evening.

It took me a few weeks to find the right clothes for the trip. I knew it would be warm but I wanted light dresses that would still allow me to wear my restrictive underwear.

Since my success ordering the chastity cage for Harry I've realised that you can buy almost anything on the interweb. There is a site that sells reproduction vintage clothing. I've always had a soft spot for the 1950s styles. So I ordered some light summer dresses with floral prints. I resisted the ones with wide skirts and multi-layers of petticoats. They also had those girdles that you sort of roll on, so I went for two of those. Fortunately, my favourite half-cup bras were all the rage back then. I went for super sheer fully fashioned nylons. The hotel held a formal dining night, so that had to be taken into consideration too.

On the morning of the flight Harry said, "You will have to take my cage off."

"Why?"

"Airport Security. Metal detectors and X-Ray."

Shit, he looked smug.

Then I remembered the other models that I had purchased. I searched in a drawer.

"Let me put this on, it's made of plastic.

"I'll put your silver one in a suitcase and you can have it back when we get there."

The flight was long but being in first- class helped. We landed on the Island of....... I better not say which. I don't want the Foreign Office involved.

As we went through customs a smart young man in uniform called me out of the line and said, "Excuse me Madame, but you have been chosen for a routine security check. If you will come this way, please."

Firstly he wanted to ensure that the date of birth was correct because I looked younger. He was saying all the right things.

He took me to a side office. He was very apologetic as he explained that the computer selected passengers at random for a full search and he was obliged by law to carry one out. What the computer failed to take into consideration was that there would not be a female officer on duty for another two hours. I could sit and wait or I could waive my legal right.

I signed the waiver form.

He asked me to raise my arms while he patted my body down. He then slipped his hand down the front of my dress and into my bra. He passed it back and forth across my nipple.

"Crikey!" he said.

Just to make sure, he did it again. Then checked the other one even more thoroughly.

"I'm afraid that I have to ask you to bend over the desk, lift your dress, and pull down your underwear, Madame."

This holiday was getting off to a good start.

As I did as he asked, he went to take a new pair of rubber gloves from a box.

"I'm sorry but I'm allergic to them," I lied, "but I'm OK if you just wash your hands."

His hands were small and well manicured.

He washed his hands and pointed towards a large dispenser of lubricant gel.

"Are you OK with this?"

"Oh yes please."

With one finger he gently circled my starfish while staring at it closely.

"That is very nice, It doesn't look as if it's ever been disturbed but I can check it from the other side."

He then slipped two fingers into my vagina and began to circle them around the thin wall between it and my anus. He went on to the front and sides.

"I usually hide things further up," I joked.

"Oh Madame, you shouldn't have said that. Now I have to look further."

He slipped two more fingers in, followed by his thumb. He pushed firmly until his whole hand was in. He then twisted it clockwise and then anticlockwise. I thought that I was going to faint with pleasure. I felt a real sense of loss when he withdrew it.

I felt the first stirrings of my medical condition.

"That is all Madame, you are free to go. Thank you for your cooperation."

I just stayed where I was.

"You are not going to leave a girl like this, are you?

"My fanny is twitching and you have a massive bulge in your pants. If the official part is over I must absolutely insist that you fuck me now.

He looked shocked.

"Fuck me now!" I growled.

As he came towards me he unzipped his trousers and soon had his cock in me. He pumped away gently and respectfully. Not quite what I wanted. It was bigger than average but not a monster.

It was over quite quickly but his spunk had put out the fire in my snatch so I was glad that I didn't have to rush around the airport looking for a doner. Or worse, get my husband to do it in the taxi.

Harry was waiting outside looking concerned.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, he just had to look into something."

I wondered if we shouldn't just get back on the plane but I realised that I had only achieved one of my objectives.

The hotel was quite a long taxi ride from the Airport but when we got there it looked very nice.

As we checked in I couldn't help noticing that while all the staff were locals and quite youthful: the guests were mostly white and middle aged. The smiley girl behind the counter explained it was because the hotel had an over sixty policy. She had checked my passport and was quite satisfied that I qualified.

Our suite was on the first floor. The lounge was spacious and had a large picture window that overlooked a terrace adjacent to the bar. Beyond that was a lawn that stretched down to the sea.

For the first two days I just relaxed by the pool while Harry hired some clubs and played golf. Don't ask!

He complained that the cage interfered with swing. I had to explain that that was the whole point of it. He looked at me as if I didn't understand golf.

The formal evening was scheduled for the third night. I stood in my robe by the picture window and watched the sun sinking over the bay. I pressed a button on the wall and the curtains were drawn slowly together. I went into the bedroom to dress.

Although I had chosen my evening dress carefully, at the time I believed that the hotel would have a slightly younger clientele. I was beginning to wonder if bright red was the right colour choice. My new underwear was going to match it perfectly. I had a red corset that stopped just below my boobs. A red half-cup bra, which was ideal as my dress had a very low neckline. Red stockings and high-heeled fuck me sandals.

Harry looked quite dapper in his dinner jacket.

As we entered the dining room, my dress got a few disapproving looks from some of the older ladies and some smiles from their husbands. I felt good.

The dinner, followed by dancing, was very nice. But when the older couples started ballroom dancing Harry and I went out to the terrace. The tables out there all had candles with glass covers.

After we had a couple of drinks I leaned closer to Harry.

"A little bird tells me that you paid money to watch me being fucked to a standstill."

"Who told you that?"

"Never mind, I just know that it's true.

"Here's what's going to happen. You are going to go and find a young local man. And you are going to tell him that you will pay him $500 dollars to come up to our suite and fuck your wife while you watch.

Harry's face went white.

"You will also tell him that you will give him a $500 bonus if he comes in my pussy.

"Do you understand?"

"But..."

"Do you understand?" I said angrily.

"Yes."

"If you don't complete this task, as soon as we get home, I will be contacting my solicitor and you won't get a penny.

"He mustn't be one of the waiters or one of the bar staff. That would be too easy.

"When you have made the arrangements, come back here. I will go up to the suite and you and he will follow 10 minutes later.

"You will switch on every light in the lounge. You will take off all your clothes except for your cage and you will sit in the corner where you can get the best possible view.

"The young man will fuck me and you will then pay him. He will leave and we will never speak of the matter again.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then go."

Off he went. I called the waiter over and ordered another drink.

Now, you may be wondering why I needed to travel quite so far to inflict this type of revenge on Harry. I had thought about choosing somewhere closer to home but it was riddled with complications. Even I wasn't happy with the thought of him wandering around a large city in England asking black men to have sex with his wife.

Besides, this way I got a much needed holiday as well.

About 45 minutes later, Harry appeared at the french window that led to the bar and put both his thumbs up.

"Prick," I thought.

I finished my drink and headed for the lift.

In our lounge I made sure that the curtains were closed and switched on some of the lights. I made myself comfortable in an armchair. I put an envelope on the chair which was in the corner.

A little later I heard Harry's electronic key open the door. He sheepishly put his head round. In he came followed by a very large, very black young man.

As they came in Harry said, "This is Dean, he is a kitchen porter." Harry hadn't made too much of an effort.

As Dean came towards me he said, "This guy says that if I Jizz in your Kunny in front of him he will give me a thousand bucks. Is that right?"

"Yep."

"No kissing or foreplay?"

"Nope."

"Do I have to make you cum?"

"If you do you do, if you don't you don't, no obligation."

"Deal!" said Dean.

"Come over here and take your clothes off," I told him.

Dean removed his dirty work clothes. While he was doing this, I gestured to Harry to turn on all the lights and take his place in the corner armchair. I wanted him to get a good view.

Dean was impressive. His prick was quite thick but extremely long. It looked like polished black leather with an almost glowing purple head. I had no idea what I would be getting this evening so I had taken the precaution of buying some lubricant gel from the hotel shop. I'm bloody glad I did.

I stood up and slipped off my evening dress and threw it onto the coffee table. When Dean saw what I was wearing his cock went from interested to stiff. The best sort of compliment at my age.

I took a little gel (not too much as I need to feel some discomfort) and spread it over his knob and part way down his shaft.

I said, "How do you want it?"

"As the kitchen boys say, you got to hump a plump white rump," he replied.

Good I thought, my favourite, as I turned to bend over the armchair.

Dean slipped me his full length. I could hear him thinking that's $500 now for the bonus. God it felt good. And then he did hump the plump white rump. No subtlety, he was going for the money. Why hadn't I thought about an orgasm bonus?

He was making my bum's cellulite ripple. Only my new long nipples were stopping my tits from jumping out of my bra.

I could feel the excitement building in my clit when Dean muttered, "I need something to make me cum."

He gripped my hips and lifted my feet off the floor and, without breaking his thrusting rhythm, carried me across the room to the picture window. He hit the button on the wall and as the curtains parted he lowered me. I had to put my hands against the glass to stop my head hitting the window. The light from the room flooded the terrace below causing twenty-four white middle class, middle aged, pairs of eyes to look up from their drinks.

There I was, a sixty year old white woman in bright red underwear being banged from behind by a big black man.

Obviously, my embarrassment had increased Dean's excitement and now he had his eyes on the prize. I could feel him earning his $500 bonus. Normally, I would have been savouring the moment but right now I was just thankful it was over. As he came, Dean gave three final extra forceful thrusts to my buttocks. The increased inertia in my tits caused my nipples to give up their valiant effort to stay in my bra. As everything spilled into view, you could almost hear the intake of breath from the watchers below.

I just remember thinking that I hoped Harry was finding this exciting because I really wanted him to feel the pain of his swelling cock trying to escape from its cage.

Dean released me from his grip and I hit the curtain button. Thankfully there was no round of applause.

Dean dressed and gave Harry a hard stare. I nodded toward the envelope. Harry handed it to Dean who then left quickly.

Just as Harry thought that it was all over, I said, "You, young man, can now come over here and lick me out." He didn't object so I can only surmise that he is getting to like doing it.

The next morning Harry suggested that I may like to have breakfast in our suite. That's just not my style.

Heads turned as we entered the dining room. During breakfast several of the waiters discreetly slipped Harry their telephone numbers.

Towards the end of the meal an American lady who was leaving put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Everyone knows why our husbands bring us here, Honey, but you really should try not to flaunt it quite so much."