The Willing Wife Ch. 04

This is the next part of the story of Amy and my life together after we first got married. I've tried to keep it as close to what happened as I can. I hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER 4 - THE WILLING WIFE

It didn't seem to be long before the next 'Charles evening' came around. We had discussed whether Amy should go down to see him again, but whatever I said to try to dissuade her wasn't enough.

"It wasn't so bad last time, and it'll be ok. Don't worry."

This time I hung around, and the evening panned out much as the earlier one. Amy went downstairs around eight, then came back just before ten. She looked tired, and her make-up was gone and her hair damp. After her shower we had a chat.

"How was it?"

"Much the same. We were a little more adventurous, but it went well... And I got £400 in cash so that can go in the house fund."

"Adventurous? In what way?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Well, yes, and no... I don't know."

"I can tell you if you want..."

"OK... tell me if you want to.. what happened?"

"We did more play, and he wanted me to 'get into the part' a bit more - you know, act as if I was enthusiastic. I think I managed that pretty well, because the tip was bigger."

"Did he...?"

"What?"

"Did he... come like last time?"

"He came, but it was different."

"How?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"I don't know..."

"When you do know, ask me again."

"Amy! I don't know if I do! Did he fuck you?"

"No he didn't. We just had oral sex - well I performed oral sex on him to be precise. There - happy?"

"Anything else?"

"Like I said - we played. He played with me, and I played with myself while he watched.. just boring stuff really."

"Er..." I wanted to ask what she meant by him playing with her, what she did while he watched, where he came. Was it in her mouth or somewhere on her body? Somehow, although Amy said she was happy to tell me it felt like I was having to pull information out of her - like she wanted to keep it secret. It just didn't seem right. Some things were best left unsaid at this time. Maybe I could find out more later.

"Oh, and here's the £400. £250 plus a tip. Guess my acting is getting better!" She handed me an envelope with the money in.

I held her close, and we cuddled then kissed. As we did so, I was incredibly conscious that Charles's cock had been where my lips were now, and only a short while ago. His cock had been in her mouth. Was it willingly, or had she resisted? Had she suggested it or had he? She hadn't said where he had come... had he actually come in her mouth? I began to imagine I could taste something different - it was toothpaste! That meant... or did it? I wanted to make love and 'reclaim' my wife, but she clearly didn't want to.

We went to bed, and yet again I laid awake beside my sleeping wife thinking about what might have transpired. I lay awake, and couldn't help but imagine Amy, naked, with Charles running his hands over her, tweaking her nipples and stroking her bare flesh... asking her to suck his cock... would he have his clothes on, or would he be naked too...? Would she be lying there with a toy inside her while he watched like she said he did last time? What sort of toy...? How would she fake being turned on... or would she be getting turned on?

I wasn't sure whether the thoughts running through my head about Charles and Amy's encounter were the reason why I had a rock hard cock, or whether having Amy lying naked close beside me and breathing steadily as she slept was the reason...

But we'd paid no rent for a month, and I had £750 to pay into the bank when I planned to go tomorrow...

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For the third visit Amy had chosen a different dress this time - more revealing than the one she'd worn on both the other occasions. It was black, and she had heels on. She also had her hair held up in a bun behind her head, rather than free flowing like it normally was. This left her beautiful neck visible, and she looked positively sexy. She was also wearing quite a lot of make-up, which she didn't usually do.

"My God Amy - what's all that about? You look stunning! Is that a new dress?"

"yes - I bought it on-line - it was cheap. Charles said he wanted me to look sexier and put my hair up, and if I get a bigger tip for doing that I will. It doesn't cost anything, and it doesn't affect what we do, so why not?"

"Phew.. well... I guess..."

She came over and kissed me. "Wish me luck!"

"Do you need luck?"

She laughed. "No not really! See you in a couple of hours. I'm going to get Charlesed!"

"It's not funny!" I shouted after her as she went down the stairs. I heard the door close, and went to get a wine. The two hours seemed to last an age. I couldn't concentrate on anything. It had seemed to move forward remarkably quickly. I hadn't thought it would actually happen, and now it appeared my lovely wife was being swept along by the whole thing. We'd kept it separate from our lives and not discussed it at all really, when she went downstairs on previous occasions. The whole thing hadn't really registered to any great degree. It has almost seemed like she was going out to the shops before, but now - seeing her like that, all dolled up, made it seem very real.

Two hours later she came back in. The hair was still up, but was clearly hastily remade and looked damp. Her makeup was all off too. "You OK? What happened? You took your make-up off."

"I'm fine. Yes - the make-up got a bit smudged so I wiped it off when I cleaned up in his bathroom."

"What do you mean smudged?"

"Well, it just got a bit messy, and I'm not one for much make-up anyway, so I got rid of it."

"How was it?"

She looked at me with a very straight face. "Do you want to know?"

"Well... I don't know. Was it the same as before?"

"We're getting into a bit of a routine I guess, and I'm finding out what he wants and he's finding out what I'm happy with doing, shall we say. It's getting a little more adventurous, but that's probably because we're both getting used to each other. Look, its OK. We're just finding our feet. Early days as they say."

"What do you mean adventurous?"

"Well.. maybe adventurous is the wrong word. So for example - I told you he liked to watch me using a vibrator on myself. Well, we now use a bigger one because its more comfortable for me, and frankly means I can get my rocks off too. If he likes that too it's a win-win."

"So you're getting your rocks off now? Is that all you do - use a vibrator? How? Does he use it, or do you do it to yourself?"

"Look, I might as well make it pleasant for me. As for how it happens - it depends. No of course it isn't all we do."

"What else..."

"Do you want to know?"

"No not really... Well sort of."

"There's a lot of groping, and a bit of well, just oral mostly, though not usually too kinky. He likes to play with my body. There - anything else you want to know?"

That was obviously a shut-down. A sign that she didn't really want to tell me what was going on any more. I figured she thought if I knew too much I might start thinking about it, and want to discuss it more and that would open up a pandora's box which we'd managed to keep shut.

She handed me a wad of cash. "Another £400 for the kitty. And don't forget, the rent is due again next weekend we don't have to pay it."

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It seemed Amy and I had managed to separate this arrangement from our ordinary lives, and almost forget about the fortnightly sessions with our landlord. Indeed, at the weekend after Amy's visit, when we were in bed together on the Saturday morning having a cuddle, she moved knelt astride me and began kissing me deeply. I began to fondle her breasts which were hanging down deliciously. Her nipples responded to my touch, and soon they were rock hard. She broke off kissing me.

"Is there anything you'd like to do with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know in the past you've held back sometimes because you think I'm a bit too delicate or a bit too prim and proper. Is there anything you'd like to do - you know - that you haven't done? We could push the boat out a bit if you'd like and see where it floats!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Right now you get a free pass to exercise that very fertile imagination of yours!" She lifted one eyebrow with a smirk on her face.

I looked at her, my mind processing what I'd just heard. "OK - well, in that case... Id' like to fuck your ass while you have your vibrator inside your pussy, and I might just redden those bum cheeks of yours too. Maybe a firm hand or two to that stunning bottom of yours?"

"Well - what are you waiting for? I used the douche in the bathroom earlier. I'm ready to go!"

"Are you sure?"

"Please stop saying that! I'll tell you if I want you to stop - now just.." She looked at me with hooded eyes, lust written across her face. "Now just fuck me - however you want and in whatever way you want. I'm your wife, I'm yours.... Take your pleasure before I change my mind!"

"In that case.."

I grabbed the vibrator from the drawer and moved round so I was behind her. Her beautiful rump was exposed to my gaze. I pushed two fingers up to her mouth.

"Moisten these, wench!"

She took my fingers eagerly into her mouth and slobbered all over them. I pulled them out and moved them down, positioning them at the entrance to her pussy and pushed them in.

"Ahhh!" she moaned as I rammed them both as deep in as they would go. I began to piston them in and out. As I did so I gently dropped some saliva onto the crack between her cheeks, watching as it rolled down and pooled on the edge of her twinking rosebud. Moving my fingers from her pussy, I gently inserted one, then two of the moistened digits into that delightful place, and picking up the vibrator with the other hand I pushed that gently into her now heavily lubricating and aroused vaginal hole.

"There you go...."

"Ohhhh.... Ahhhh..."

"Prepare for an ass fucking!"

I pulled my fingers out, and rubbing them over my cock I pushed it slowly into her stunning little anal hole. Moving both in my cock and the vibrator in and out, I began to plough both those lovely places simultaneously. Amy started groaning, and at this point I left the vibrator deep inside her.

"Hold it in!" I ordered.

One hand came down between her legs and pushed on the end of the vibrator.

"Now fuck yourself while I fuck you!" She began to move it in and out a little, but I noticed how she kept it quite deep, pushing hard when it went in. I thought about Charles watching her as she played with herself using a vibrator. How close would he be? Would he be really close studying every fold and movement, or sitting back and watching? Would he help in any way? Would he be fucking her pussy with the vibrator? Would he be fucking her pussy? I just didn't know, and I didn't want to ask...

I'd never spanked Amy before. Correction - I did it once for one time and she said in no uncertain terms - "Don't do that please!" - or words to that effect. As I plundered her backside with my cock, with her manipulating the vibrator in her pussy, I brought my hand down against her taut backside. I wanted to punish her for her sessions with Charles - to make her understand that I was hurting.... She cried out, but not a 'stop' sort of cry, so I did it again, first one side then the other.

"This is to punish you for being a naughty girl with Charles." I said as I smashed my hand against her cheek again. It felt good!

"Well, you should punish me. I'm your wife... and I've been a very naughty girl!" she gasped.

"Have you been naughty with Charles then?"

"Yes - I'm your wife and I've let another man touch me. That's very bad!"

SMACK!

"Has he touched you a lot?" I started to ask questions I'd not asked before, and she was answering!

"Yes."

"SMACK!

"Have you been naked while he did it?"

"Yes.."

SMACK!

"Has he felt your boobs?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Does he play with your nipples?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Has he touched your pussy?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Has he put his fingers inside you?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Has he put his cock inside you?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Where?"

"In my mouth..."

"Just your mouth?"

"No..."

"In your pussy?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Has he come in your pussy?"

"No..."

"In your mouth?"

"Yes...."

SMACK!

"So you suck his cock?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Do you swallow his cum?"

"Yes...."

SMACK!

I was learning what was going on downstairs finally!

So... you're a slut then?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Are you a slut with Charles?"

"Yes..."

SMACK!

"Well slut. It's your husband fucking your ass! Charles hasn't done this has he?"

"No Sir...! Definitely not Sir!"

I looked down and saw her red bum cheeks - they'd coloured up nicely. It really turned me on, and she hadn't said anything to stop me..

I might even go so far as to say she seemed to sort of enjoy it - my wife opening up about her arrangement with Charles. She seemed to like being the obedient wife, and I sensed she was getting very aroused by now. I looked down at my cock driving in and out of her tender anal entrance, and marvelled at just how far we'd come. I also saw she was vigorously pounding her pussy with the vibrator, driving it in and rotating it before withdrawing. I could feel it thorough the thin walls between her pussy and her anal canal. She wasn't holding back at all.

It wasn't long before she came very violently, crying out as she did and pushing the false cock as deep into her as she could. I came shortly afterwards, filling her bum up with my cum as it spurted deep inside her. We collapsed on the bed after our exertions.

"You are just... Oh thank you! Fucking a-ma-zing!" I gasped.

She turned her head towards me. "Hmmmm me too!" she said removing the tool from her insides.

We lay there for a couple of minutes side-by-side facing each other.

"I didn't know you liked being spanked!"

"I don't! But you said I should be punished, and I'm your dutiful wife! And I've been naughty!"

"Has Charles ever...?"

"No he hasn't. Spanked me if that's what you were going to say. He has asked but I've said no of course!"

"Well, I guess if spanking your bottom is the way to find out about things - we must do it more often!"

She laughed. "I am yours you know. I love you, and I want to do everything I can to please you, and build our life together."

"I know. I love you too. Oh - and I loved spanking you!"

"I thought you enjoyed yourself - far too much!"

I turned her over and inspected her bum, which was very red, but not bruised. I noticed the cum leaking out of her anal hole too. I touched it with my finger and then held it to her mouth. She looked deep into my eyes, then took the finger and licked the end.

"As you've been such a naughty girl.... clean my cock?" I laughingly said, pushing my luck so far over the bar I'd probably get a slap too... but unbelievably she rolled me onto my back and actually went down and kissed it, then licked the tip, then took the whole thing in her mouth!

"Oh Jesus... fuck Amy... that's too much!" I said as I watched her lick my rapidly softening dick. It had just been in her ass and now it was in her mouth! My beautiful innocent wife was just the best!

"You gave me an order, and I always obey my husband! I don't want to be punished again!" She laughed as she took it out of her mouth, before re-commencing with her tongue.

We cuddled as we lay together. Our lives were on track. The Charles thing hadn't seemed to impact us. I did wonder if the more advanced amorous activities we'd just undergone were something to do with what went on downstairs, but didn't want to upset the atmosphere by raising it. The bank account was beginning to fatten up nicely... it was a sunny day... the beginning of a sunny weekend... Life was good!

The days passed and soon it was a "Charles visit Wednesday" again. I was quietly looking forward to Amy dressing up for him. She did look really sexy, and I'd told her that before she went into the bedroom to get ready.

"Oh, if you thought I was sexy last time just wait!" she said with a grin.

At five to eight she came out of the bedroom - wearing nothing but one of her underwear displays! It was a black one - one only I had seen - and then only a few times, together with some heels and black hold-up stockings. Her nipples were clearly visible, and moreover she wasn't wearing any knickers, so you could see her slit. She was made up to the nines with red lipstick, her hair was done up and she had her black High heels on. It was very erotic.

"Fuck me Amy - I wish you'd dress like that for me! Are you going downstairs like that?"

"I do dress up for you! I did last week if you remember! And yes I'm going downstairs like this. He's paying me £50 to arrive in my sexy undies. As I end up in my underwear about thirty seconds after I've been in his place anyway, I thought it was worth it. If I do it twenty times it's a grand."

The way she said it seemed very matter of fact. It comforted me to think she was very much in the "This is a job" role with the whole thing. I walked over to her and held her close.

"I love you."

"I love you too!" I stood back and gently rubbed her nipples with my finger tips. They responded immediately. I pinched them gently, and brought a gasp from her.

"Does Charles do this?"

She hesitated. "Yes he does."

" How hard?" I squeezed harder.

"Ahhh... that hard..."

"Harder?"

"Sometimes..."

"Is that why they're sore when you get back?

She looked at me intently. Sucking in her bottom lip. I let go and reached down between her legs.

"Don't... please..."

I touched her and immediately felt the moistness.

"You're really turned on!"

"Of course I am! My husband is playing with me!"

"Does Charles turn you on like this when he does it?"

"Er... No - of course not." She brushed my hand away, a cross look on her face. "Now I've got to clean up! If I go down there like this he'll think I'm turned on responding to him!"

She went back into the bathroom and came out a minute later. "No touching now! See you when I get back..." And she was gone.

I sat there trying to fathom out how it would be different between me and Charles touching her in that way. Clearly playing with her nipples had excited her... perhaps it was the sexy underwear making her in the mood. If I could turn her on like that so quickly, then surely Charles would be able to as well? I couldn't be sure, but it was nagging at the back of my mind. I began to imagine what might be going on downstairs. Would my wife be bent over while Charles played with her? Did he actually fuck her yet, or did she just give him hand and blow jobs? Would she be getting all wet for him? I started to think about her with a toy inside of her pussy, being pushed in and out... my her while he watched, or by Charles??? I found myself imagining it, and getting hard. I wasn't sure which scenario I found the most exciting. I'd tried mostly successfully to put it out of my mind in the past, but seeing her like that, all dressed up, somehow brought it vividly to life. I tried to find things to take my mind off what might be going on, but without success.

The two hours passed so slowly, but eventually I heard the door click and open, and Amy came upstairs. She was dressed in a very short skimpy dressing gown that didn't even come down to her pussy and just covered the top of her bum cheeks. She was carrying a bag, presumably with the underwear she had been wearing earlier. Her makeup was gone, and her hair looked damp.

" You still up?"

"Yes - waiting for you."

I moved to kiss her, and hold her, but she pushed my arms away.

"I need a proper shower." She disappeared into the bathroom. I went into the bedroom and got undressed and got into bed. After about half an hour she came out and got into bed too. She moved across and cuddled me, holding me tight.

"I love you." She said as she lifted her head and kissed me.

"I love you too. Are you OK?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"I'm not going to ask if you had a nice evening..." I said trying to add some dark humour to the conversation.

"Actually it was alright. Same as usual. Oh, and there's £500 in an envelope in the bathroom."

"£500? That's a lot!"

Well, £200 for no condom, £50 for the dress code and £250 tip because he thought I deserved it tonight. I'm beginning to understand what makes him tick and gets him off, and do more of the things he wants me to do. He says I'm becoming a very good actress! Hopefully I can push that up over the next few weeks."

"God Amy, that sounds so... commercial. What do you mean by 'more of the things he wants me to do'? For gods sake..."

"Well - I've got my 'eyes on the prize' as they say. So, I'm just responding to what he's asking, and if its not too weird, then I try to 'play the part', as he says. I want to get as near to £50000 within a year so we can leave this behind and move out to our own place."

"Amy... what can I say?"

She lifted her head and looked at me.

"Mark - listen to me. I'm trying really hard to treat this like a business arrangement. I really want to get enough money for us to get our own place. If Charles wants to pay me for doing some things like dressing up I don't see what harm there is in it. So far it's been OK. I have control over what we do - I can always say no. That's perfectly clear and always has been. This my sacrifice towards our long-term future together. I'm doing this for us! When I'm doing stuff downstairs that's what I think about. You and me and our life together! I just need you to be there 100% for me"

"OK - I get it sweetheart. I'll be there for you. Just don't break yourself and us in the process."

"I won't if you don't. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and this is a means to an end pure and simple."

We held each other tight. As Amy slipped into dreamland I lay awake thinking about what she had said. Again, as before every time she'd gone downstairs, my mind began to race with ideas as to what they had done between them, what their play sessions had all been about. My cock was hard thinking about it - his fat podgy hands mauling her young body, watching with one of his smarmy grins while she played with herself in front of him...

I wanted to take my wife where she lay, but the sound of her regular breathing indicated she was deep asleep. I knew I had to stay strong for her. She'd made this decision for us, and I couldn't let her down.

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The next couple of visits Amy made down to Charles followed the same theme. I'd see her disappear out of the flat dressed only in sexy underwear that she'd bought for us to be intimate with, together with stockings and heels, and this made me feel a little depressed and angry. Why couldn't I do more to support her? Maybe get a second job in the evenings? I knew with all the pressure at my work at the moment this wouldn't work, but it was so difficult to see my lovely, beautiful young wife go out through the front door to have an old man letch and grope her for a couple of hours, just to raise some money for us to build a life together. Each time though, she came back with an envelope with a lot of money in it. We were accumulating funds, of that there was no doubt. After three months we had nine thousand pounds, if you included the foregone rent. The fortnightly visits came and went, and Amy and I didn't really discuss it. They seemed to have fallen into a steady pattern.

"It's just for a while, it's only Charles, and honestly I can handle it. I'm not do anything I don't want to if it gets us the cash." Was her refrain.

It was shortly after Amy's latest visit the I bumped into Charles in the hall when I was coming home on a Friday evening after a long day at work. He looked to be going out. "Good evening Mark. How are you?" He moved to stand in front of me and offered his hand to shake. "Just off out to see my brother Simon."

"Hi Charles. I'm fine thanks." I tried to walk past him, but he moved to stand in my way..

He looked at me with a faint smile playing round his face. "Amy's very good you know - exceeding all expectations. Your wife is such a lovely girl and so, so obliging. I'm sure you'll agree she's got a great attitude and a body to adore. She really is most perfect and so, so eager to please, and I'm sure she's learning a lot! I do so look forward to having her round to play with... and she's getting very adventurous as I'm sure you know! I love watching her in action upstairs!"

I couldn't tell if he was winding me up or not. Upstairs? Was he talking about his room where he and Amy spent their time together on the Wednesday evenings? This overweight greasy old man in his glasses standing just in front of me. I decided it wasn't worth starting a conversation - I might be tempted to hit him! I pushed past and went to mount the stairs to our door.

"I'm not talking about it with you Charles!"

"Sorry Mark. Yes.. I heard you don't really like to chat about it.. pity! She's a wonderful actress you know! Extremely talented and very good at following directions! And.. "

"Shut it Charles before I lose it..."

"Good night Mark." He called after me. "See you on Wednesday!"

I paused momentarily then continued up the stairs, opened the door to our flat, and went up the second flight into our lounge. What did he mean by adventurous? Following directions? What was going on during those sessions? What on earth was the man thinking? And why would I see him on Wednesday? Amy was cooking dinner as I came in. I came up behind her and put my hands on her boobs. I hadn't done it for a while.

"Not now darling - I'm just finishing dinner."

When we first moved into the flat, in the first few weeks of our married life, Amy would have turned off the cooker and we'd have rushed into the lounge and made love. I know I hadn't done it for a few weeks now, but I thought she might have responded.

"It's nearly ready. We can sit and talk and cuddle after dinner." She said, as if realising that I was somewhat disheartened by her brush-off. We ate a lovely chilli for dinner and sat on the sofa with our wine.

"So - it's been a long week, and I'm tired. How about you?"

"Oh I'm tired too. Sorry about earlier. I was hungry. I'll make it up to you this weekend!" She came over and kissed me. We held each other.

"I met Charles this evening when I came in. I haven't seen him for a while. He was on his way out and said something very strange..." I went on to tell Amy about the conversation.

She was silent for a while. "I know why he said that." She said, as she lay in my arms, her legs stretched out on the sofa.

"Why?"

"Well - we had a discussion last time I was downstairs. I asked him a couple of times if there was a way I could increase what he gives me. I want to get this over and done with so we can move on as quickly as possible. One of the suggestions that came up last time was that you would 'take me downstairs' in a manner of speaking."

"Take you downstairs... what are you talking about?"

"Shhh listen! Let me finish! We'd go down together, and when he opens the door there would be a short handover, where we'd say certain things, which he said he would do a script for, and then I'd obviously go in and you'd go back upstairs. He said it would last no more than a couple of minutes. He said he'd pay £250 every time. You'd also come and collect me, but there wouldn't be a proper script for that, but you would say something like I hope you had an enjoyable time or something similar. I thought it was something we could discuss. It would mean that you'd be a bit more involved with things, but you might not want that. I said I'd talk to you. It seemed easy money, frankly."

"So... Let me get this straight. I'm supposed to go down with you and have a verbal exchange which I've got to learn lines for, and then hand you over to Charles, and we get £250? You're kidding right? I mean why would I, or we, do that?"

Amy turned and looked at me with her 'deadly serious' face on. "Because I'm making huge personal sacrifices here and I want us to move on and it's something you can do to support me - that's why. You don't have to have his hands all over your naked body, groping you, feeling you up and doing other things you don't want to know about, for a couple of hours. All you have to do is learn a couple of lines, say them in the right way and we're £250 better off - each time. Its 2 minutes if that, and what happens after that happens anyway. For God's sake Mark, why won't you help a little?"

She was cross, and I could see what she had a point.

"OK, OK.." I held my hands up in surrender. "But tell him it's got to be £500 per session and I'll do it."

"OK - that's a fair point. I'll ask."

We lapsed into silence again and turned on the TV, and Amy laid on the sofa with her head on my lap. I wasn't really watching the programme. That little phrase she'd said in the earlier conversation kept going through my mind. 'and doing other things you don't want to know about'. What did that mean? What didn't I want to know about? What were they doing that she didn't want to tell me about? In reality, we'd never talked in depth about what she and Charles got up to, and I sensed she didn't want to tell me the detail. It was her way of separating what she did with him with our lives together. I kept quiet about it, deciding not to pry further.

On the Saturday morning we lay in bed cuddling.

"I sent Charles a text last night with your offer, and he said OK to the £500 - but you have to say whatever he writes and act it like you're a professional actor or we won't get the money. So... well done you for asking for more - that's a sixteen hundred a month in the kitty plus performance tips and no rent, and thank you for supporting me. This is really hard you know... "

"I know - and I'll do it because of you. I love you."

"Love you too. Now.. I think something else is getting hard... fancy making love to your wife?" She looked at me and grinned.

"Oh sweetheart, I do!" We made passionate love for nearly an hour, just enjoying each other's bodies and helping to bring ourselves closer together. We kissed, we cuddled, we did nipple play - and she even suggested I put the clamps on her nipples, and which she wore while she sat on my face as I used my tongue. She took my cock in her mouth and gave me some great oral sex before we made love. I noticed that she seemed able to take my cock all the way into her mouth and even the entrance to her throat without any real issue. She'd never done that before. The words she'd said last night came back to me again... 'doing other things you don't want to know about'.