WARNING: I'm attempting to write a detailed story that is real rather than contrived, erotic rather than vulgar, psychological and physical rather than purely physical. This means that some Chapters have rather less of the rumpy-pumpy than some readers look for.
I am also writing a story about a married couple who are deeply in love, but who willingly and knowingly allow themselves to follow an erotic journey, which involves other partners, submission and control. I am not making a statement about the sanctity of marriage; these things happen, I know, I have followed a similar journey with my wife of more than 30 years, without it damaging our relationship in any way.
I try to warn readers about the content by publishing in appropriate places, under appropriate headings.
If you feel that you need more of the rumpy-pumpy than my stories will provide, or that you might be offended by stories about married couples that extend their relationship, then please consider carefully before reading. Read it with pleasure having heeded the warning, but then don't, please don't, flame me or mark the story down if you find that it doesn't satisfy your particular tastes or prejudices.
Thank you. I genuinely hope that all my readers will enjoy the experience, but recognise that there is "nowt so queer as folk", and I can't satisfy everyone all of the time.
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"Ian must write me a long letter Suzanne. He must describe in it how he wants to make his wife available to me and to any others I decide. How he wants me to train you, and use you, in any way that I see fit, with or without his presence. He must ask me to put you under contract, to get your commitment to do as you are directed by me, without question, and unreservedly. He must specifically ask me to use and abuse you as I wish, and he must convince me in his letter that this is a long-term request that he will abide by and live up to. He must tell me that he does this willingly, that he has no reservations of his own, and that he understands that my only commitment to him, in return, is to give him the position he wants on the EMT. That in that position he will have the same treatment as all other members of the team, and that he will survive or fail by his own efforts. If he does all this to my satisfaction, he will be promoted. Do you understand what I am asking?"
Suzanne took a moment to replay the words in her mind and consider this bizarre request. She recognised that the position they both wanted was within their grasp, but came with a chilling condition. That their games and fantasies played so recently were to become a reality. That she was to become the object of this powerful man, who both excited and frightened her, attracted and repelled her. That subject to her husband granting his consent, she was to become Graham Leicester's property and vassal, contracted to him and his devious schemes.
Suzanne wondered if she wanted this, and realised through her excitement that she did. She wondered if Ian would want this – she thought he would, at least when he was excited. But what about in the cold light of day? She knew they had one weekend to seize this unique opportunity. One 48-hour period to discuss the proposition, decide on their response, and carry out the demand that would potentially change their lives forever.
She imagined Ian drafting his letter to Mr Leicester, and knew him well enough to know that it would be incredibly exciting for him to do so; to humiliate himself so much by asking his boss to take and train and use his precious wife. She wanted this adventure, and she thought that she could play her part to make it happen.
She looked at Graham Leicester and holding his gaze proudly with her eyes, said "You'd better take me home, it's going to be an interesting weekend".
Chapter six
Suzanne awoke, alone, early the next morning. The summer sun was already up and streaming through her window, and as she stretched and yawned, she remembered the events of the evening before. Her cocktail dress and stockings were draped across the chair where she had let them fall, before climbing, naked, into bed. Her panties, she realised, were still in her purse where they had been placed by Graham Leicester.
Graham and John had dropped her off at home without further humiliation, exposure or drama, and had waited in the car the few minutes it took for Suzanne to check with Ms Pyrford that Emma was ok and had behaved perfectly well all evening. It took a matter of seconds for Ms Pyrford to gather her things and depart in the company car with the men. After checking that Emma really was safely asleep in bed, Suzanne had poured herself a stiff drink and taken to bed herself, and relived the events of the preceding 24 hours. The empty glass stood proof still on her bedside table. As she looked at it, Suzanne regretted adding another measure of alcohol to the wine she had consumed with dinner, and also regretted not removing her make-up before falling asleep in her comfortable bed.
She remembered how she had wanted to climb naked between the crisp white cotton sheets, and still made up (her make-up had survived the tears and emotion of the previous evening surprisingly well), and she blushed slightly as she remembered how replaying the evening had aroused her again last night, to the point that she had taken herself in hand to satisfy the cravings and needs that had built up within her as these amazing and surprising events had unfolded. After satisfying herself, she had fallen asleep almost immediately, and slept the sleep of the blessed through the night.
Now Suzanne was able to take a few minutes to think calmly about her situation. First she looked back with disbelief at how much changed she was since she had allowed herself to be drawn into Ian's shameful and exciting game on Thursday evening. In a little over 36 hours, she had discovered a whole new exciting self; discovered how much she revelled in being 'forced' to submit and expose herself to other men; discovered the unbelievable excitement of submitting, allowing control to be taken from her. She knew that she wasn't really being 'forced' into anything. It was almost like they were giving her permission to be the exhibitionist that she must really be. Even as she thought through it again, the first hints of excitement and arousal began to tingle within her at the knowledge of what she had learned about herself.
Suzanne squeezed her thighs tightly together and shivered; she wasn't sure if it was to quell those first pangs of arousal, or to encourage them, but she turned her mind to Graham's proposition.
Ian would be home from his stint as duty manager at Ruler Electronics soon, and they had the weekend to discuss and decide if they wanted to continue this wild ride onto the EMT. Suzanne gasped as she realised that Ian was still unaware of the developments that had happened last night; she had so much to tell him.
John was already confirmed on the EMT. Ian didn't even know that; never mind that there was now another opening, which had been promised to him, on one important condition. All he had to do to get the promotion that would mean so much to their futures was to offer up his wife as willing sex slave and toy for the scheming and devious Graham Leicester.
