The Willing Wife Ch. 07

Hi Everybody.

Another chapter in our story of how we started our married life together. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please feel free to start from the beginning at Chapter one if you're coming in at this stage. We have another few chapters to go - but I have combined two here. I felt they sat better as one. It has been quite cathartic to write it. It is out of our system now, we have very much moved on, but writing it now it seems clear we were being drawn in - albeit to meet our goals at the time. Enjoy - and let me know what you think of my writing style!

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CHAPTER 7 - THE WILLING WIFE

We went upstairs to our flat. Standing in the lounge I held her, and gave her a big hug. I went to kiss her, but she avoided my lips.

"I need a shower."

"OK - cuppa?"

"Yes please."

When she came back into the lounge she was in her big dressing gown. She sat on the sofa and sipped her tea.

"You OK?"

"Yes I'm fine."

"Chat?"

"Not tonight darling thanks."

She dropped an envelope on the table. I didn't move to open it.

"£1400." She said.

We drank our tea in silence and then went to bed together. She climbed into bed and cuddled me as I lay there, thoughts running through my head. What had gone on? What had Charles done with her or to her to persuade her to do this? Would she tell me? She turned over and went to sleep, while I lay for a long time thinking about what might have happened - my imagination running wild as the thought of Charles and my lovely Amy together. What were they doing for two hours? What things had he done to her? Had she participated willingly or was there an element of coercion? She wouldn't tell me that's for sure.

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When Amy woke up I was awake. I'd hardly slept in truth. "Hi Sleepyhead." I said.

"Hi - sleep well?" she said yawning.

"Not really. Got a lot on my mind."

"Darling, if you're worried about last night please don't be. Look - we're really racking up the cash now and I want this all over with. The sooner the better. Nothing is going to happen that I don't agree with. I'm in control OK?"

"Are you sure? Why didn't you discuss it with me first?"

"Because... Firstly I knew you'd be against it. Secondly, I feel it's actually my decision what I do with Charles, it's my body after all, and thirdly because it will shorten the number of times I have to spend with him."

"How much is he paying?"

"£500."

"Is that all? I 'd have thought at least.... Ten times more than that!"

"Well its £500 to start with. We've agreed the parameters and if he wants to go further he'll have to pay."

"Is that all? I think the entry fee for my wife's bottom should be - I don't know £2500 minimum!"

"Ah... so there is a price you'd be prepared to sell my bottom for is there? And I notice its halved in less than a minute!" she grinned.

"No it hasn't - look that's not the point! There isn't any amount of money that would persuade me this is a good idea. It was theoretical... Oh Amy, I don't know what to think.... Or do... any more. Please don't do it! This is such a bizarre situation... You definitely need more money..."

"I've asked for more if he wants to do anything more than what we've agreed. Mark. Listen. It's for us. This time next year we'll be in our own place! Think of that!"

"What have you agreed with him then?."

"I'm not going to tell you. It will only set you worrying, but it's really not a lot. You have to trust me... what you don't know about, you can't worry about.."

"But I can. I worry about this whole thing all the time Amy."

"No you don't. Not all the time. But if it will out your mind at rest... Do you really, really, really, want to know what that dirty old man does with me?"

I thought for a minute. Did I? I wasn't sure.

"No Amy, I don't think I do. Look - I don't know what I think. I'm afraid it will upset me and just make my mind wander. I just wish this whole thing hadn't started. Let's stop talking about it for now - maybe we can pick up the conversation tonight."

"We do need to go to work."

"Yes we do - you shower first and I'll follow."

That evening we didn't discuss it, or the next one. It had once again become a taboo subject.

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Saturday morning came and we lay there in each other's arms. The elephant in the room was still there. We may have avoided talking about it for the last couple of days, but we both knew there was an issue hanging over us. However, this morning the atmosphere was calm. I thought about asking her if she wanted to make love, but wasn't sure she was in the mood. Then she asked:

"Would you like to have sex?"

"I was thinking about making love rather than just sex."

"Well, we could start and see where it goes... you could make love to me.. or you could play if you wanted. Special treat... get that imagination of yours working!"

"We could..."

"We could... try and see what happens!"

"Darling - are you ok?"

"I'm absolutely fine. It's been a long week and I'm enjoying the lie in with my husband. I thought we could finish it off with a little something..." and she began to kiss me. I turned towards her, and we held each other close, moving our hands up and down each others bodies.

"Well - what do you fancy doing with your obedient wife?" She asked.

"What's on the menu?"

"Surely that fertile imagination of yours has come up with something!"

"It's always me that decides - it's your turn..."

"OK... well, in that case I'll decide! You really need to make a decision! You'll have to do what I want you to this time then! Why don't we start by making love? You can just lie there and I'll be on top? Cowgirl style!"

"What a great idea!"

"Just need to go to the loo!"

She returned in a couple of minutes, and we cuddled a little more. Our touching became more focussed. I began to stroke her nipples. They perked up, and became really hard. I squeezed them harder, and she responded with a moan.

"I love it when you play with them."

"Should I get the clamps out?"

"Just stop talking..."

I continued to tweak them harder eliciting little cries and moans as I did so. Playing with my wife like this was making me very turned on. It was very obvious that she liked being played with quite roughly. She climbed on top of me, kneeling either side of my thighs. I continued to tweak her nipples.

"Play with them yourself. Show me what you like." I said.

Her hands went up to her breasts and she squeezed her nipples hard, pulling on them.

"Ooohhh.... Fuck..."

"Again. Don't stop..."

Her eyes closed as she played with herself. I moved one hand down between her legs and found her clit with a finger, and I began to rub it. I could tell she was getting very close to orgasm. Then she looked down at me with hooded eyes, took her hands off her nipples, reached down between her legs and moved my rock hard cock into position and gently fed it into her soft yielding pussy. I moved my hands up to take over working on her nipples.

I looked at her lovely figure and beautiful face with her hair, her flat stomach with her rounded breasts, her shaven mound just showing. I couldn't help thinking that Charles had been looking at this on Wednesday evening, and probably touching and mauling her in a way not dissimilar to what I was doing now.

As I continued playing with her nipples I knew Charles had done the same thing. Had she got turned on by him touching, or had just she pretended to? In fact, was she just pretending now? What did they do together? Would he be naked or would he remain clothed? His fat podgy fingers squeezing her nipples and squeezing her breasts... would she still have been in the restraint outfit so she couldn't have stopped him? Would she try to stop him if she wasn't?

Would she be moaning 'please stop Charles, that hurts. No more.', or would she be encouraging him? 'Charles, please play with my nipples. Touch them, squeeze them... harder...'. As my thoughts ran away with my mind I realised I was squeezing Amy's nipples hard - and she wasn't complaining.

"Do you like me squeezing hard like this?"

"Yes... its nice...."

"Do you want it harder?"

"If you want... they're still a bit sore... but I don't mind..."

I wanted to say 'does Charles do this?' but couldn't. he must though, as she'd said they were still sore. Was thinking about what he did turning me on or was it playing with Amy like this that did it. All this weird thing with Charles was playing with my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I relented a bit, easing off when Amy began to cry out as I twisted and pinched them very hard.

Slowly she began to ride me, rubbing the front of her mound against my pubic hair as she did so. She was getting very more excited and her movements quickened. Riding up and down as she bounced on my cock, it was a magnificent sight. As I lay there, she rode my cock, driving herself onto it, master of her own pleasure. I watched as she came very hard, and she slowed up, before falling on top of me as she rested in post-coital bliss.

"Wow! Thank you darling! That was just what I needed!" she said after a couple of minutes.

"Well you certainly didn't hold back!"

"Your turn now!" and she resumed her riding motion and began to move up and down on me.

She quickened up again, riding my cock like she had before. She was on a mission.

"You're going to come.. in... my... pussy... Fill me up.. Come on... come... " It didn't take long. We hadn't had sex for a few days and I was quite pent up. In a couple of minutes I exploded inside her as she continued to thrust herself down onto my cock. Not stopping, she was on her way to orgasm number two. This was a first. She'd never come more than once with me before. It didn't take long, and she exploded into ecstasy, before slumping on top of me once again. We lay there for a couple of minutes, then she slowly sat up, as then rose up on her knees, letting my now flaccid cock pop out of her. She looked me in the eyes, and without breaking contact reached down between her legs and cupped her hand below her hole. Cum dripped onto her fingers as it oozed out of her. Then she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the creamy goo off slowly and deliberately.

Not a word was said during this whole process. Having cleaned her hand, she then moved up towards my head, still straddling me. She pushed me down the bed, until I was right underneath her entrance.

"I think you should finish off the clean up!" she said, and lowered herself onto my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth and began to tongue her, pushing inside as far as I could. I tasted the salty mess, a mixture of both our juices, as I slurped away, moving to her clit as well, and nipping it with my teeth, causing her to jump and squeal.

"Ow!"

She looked down at me.

"Not finished yet. I want you to..." and she moved up further. Reaching behind her she pulled her bum cheeks apart. She didn't have to say any more. I knew she wanted me to use my tongue on her rosebud. I didn't know why. She'd certainly never done this before. Was it to do with Charles and her? She lowered herself onto me. I'd never done this to anyone. I tongued around her hole and then pushed against her entrance. It remained firmly closed. I knew she'd cleaned it earlier on her trip to the toilet, so I wasn't worried it was dirty, but there was a different aroma. I carried on doing this for a couple of minutes, before she moved off and knelt on top of me. She kissed me passionately. Breaking off she looked down on me.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"I just wanted you... to be the first to do that. I don't know exactly what Charles has planned... well I do mostly, because we have agreed the parameters, and it isn't a lot.... but I didn't want him to do anything you'd hadn't done. I don't want to give him that pleasure.. if that's what it is. And I'm not sure I want to do that the other way - in fact I'm quite sure I don't. That hairy crack of yours... UUUGH!"

"Ahhh.... I see. What will he do then?" I wanted to push that door again and see if it opened. What she had said had struck home. Charles was going to be up close and personal with my wife's anal hole next time she visited him. She'd clearly been thinking about it. There was a pause, and then she responded.

"It isn't that planned. Not much. He just wants to play with it - a plug of two, you know. No sex. We've talked, but things evolve. But I'll be wearing a plug when I go down, and I'm sure it won't be untouched all evening. Let's drop it. At least you've literally kissed my ass first!" she laughed.

"Well, I'm glad you see the funny side." I replied. The thought of Amy's stunning peachy bottom with a plug in her tight little anal hole came vividly to mind. I couldn't help thinking about Charles with his hands on my wife's bum cheeks, playing with the plug... pulling it out and putting it back in. Would that be all he would do? I couldn't believe it. He'd be doing more - as much as he could get away with. Of that I had no doubt. I just had to hope that Amy would say 'NO' before it went too far.

"Yup.. gotta laugh." She said as she sat up. "Eyes on the prize and all that. Now, as we don't have any particular plans for the weekend, why don't we start looking at properties where we want to live?"

And that's what we did.

We looked on-line, then went and drove round some areas where we were thinking of moving to, then dropped in on some estate agents... By the end Sunday evening we had much more of an idea as to what we could afford and what we wanted.

The new week came and with it our normal routine. We went to work and relaxed in the evening. One night as I was coming home Charles was leaving. I couldn't avoid him as we met at the front door together.

"Good evening Mark. Good day in the office?"

"Yes thanks Charles."

"I just wanted to say thank you. Your wife is so lovely, and so obliging to an old man. We're having some great adventures. Oh, and I'm sure we're not doing anything you two haven't already done you know. I'm so looking forward to Wednesday!"

"I'm not interested Charles."

"Oh well never mind. Just wanted to say thanks that's all. You're very obliging letting me have her for a couple of hours. Yes.. I'm looking forward to kissing that lovely bottom of hers, amongst other things. I bet you like doing that don't you?"

"Fuck off Charles..."

He smirked at me as he closed the door on his way out. He knew how to wind me up perfectly.

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The Wednesday visit came around again. Our script had been delivered on the weekend, and we'd read it through a couple of times, rehearsing it. I couldn't really get my head around why all this was necessary or even right. It was just a power play by Charles on us. Amy went into the bedroom to get ready, and about ten to eight she came out. She was holding the new collar again.

"Can you fit this for me please? I've taken the clit chain off - it was uncomfortable. I've told Charles I'm not wearing it again."

So she was in charge after all! That was really good to hear.

I got up and we went into the bedroom. This time I thought it would be best to attach the nipple chains first, then the rear restraint. As I stimulated her nipples enough to fit the clamps I just couldn't get the idea of Charles playing with her in the same way out of my head. As I did up the restraints behind her back, I noticed the bright jewel from the butt plug nestling in her, which she must have put in in the bathroom. It was a bit of a turn on, but I didn't want to show it affected me like that to Amy. I knew it would affect her deeply if she thought that was the case. Once they were attached she stood up, and we went downstairs.

As usual the ring of the doorbell resulted in almost simultaneous opening, and Charles stood to the side holding the door open. He must be waiting for our arrival every time.

"Good evening both of you. Lovely to see you again!"

"Evening Charles." I said, and Amy repeated the greeting.

"All dressed up again Amy. Looking forward to our little session tonight? I see you're not wearing one of little chains?"

"No, it was uncomfortable as you know. But I'm looking forward to our session Charles, of course I am!"

"Excellent. Well, it's always your call if you're not comfortable with doing something isn't it? And there are much more interesting things to play with this time aren't there? We're going to have a lot of fun, I just know it!"

I handed the lead to Charles. He took it and Amy stood before him.

"And... tell me... do you have that little thing in your bottom like you promised?"

"Yes I do Charles."

"Let's take a peek shall we? Mark would you just hold her while she bends over so she doesn't fall?"

He handed me back the lead and she turned to face me as I stood outside. I held Amy's shoulders to stop her falling over as she bent down towards me while Charles leant over and looked at her bottom. In the mirror on the wall opposite me I could see the jewel on the end of the plug very clearly. Charles tapped the inside of her thighs and she moved them apart. "Good girl.." He murmured. Then he reached down and eased her buttocks apart using both hands. I watched as he lowered his head down to view the sight. "Oh how lovely. I can't wait to start.." he murmured, again not in the script. I had a grandstand view of this in the mirror. He moved one hand off her buttock and eased the plug out of her bottom, before pushing it back in. This wasn't in the script either. There was no mention of any touching.

I looked down to see if I could catch Amy's eye, but she was looking at the ground.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful!" said Charles. "We're going to have a lot of fun this evening Amy, aren't we?"

"Absolutely, we always do Charles." Said Amy as she stood up.

"So much to explore... new places to visit!"

"I'm sure there are!"

"Thank you for bringing her down Mark. Perhaps we can call you when we've finished and you can come and collect your delightful wife?"

"No problem Charles."

And with that he closed the door, and I was left standing there. I went slowly upstairs. Every time I came down with Amy it seemed as if Charles was quietly taunting me, making me seem complicit in the whole thing. I suppose I was - after all I hadn't stopped Amy from doing it, and we were had over twenty thousand in our savings account if you counted the foregone rent. We were nearly half way towards our target...

I sat on the couch and had a glass of wine. All the time I was thinking about Any, probably bent over, with Charles probing her backside with... what? Just the plug? Was he going to use anything else? Would he fuck her in the ass? She'd said not... Did he fuck her pussy every time? I knew she pleasured him orally, but was that every week or just sometimes? The fact was she was in there for two hours and really I knew diddly-squat about what actually went on. The constant reference to 'playing' and 'toys' - what did that mean? I didn't want to ask - Amy had always kept quiet about most of it apart from that one time. She always wanted to avoid discussing it..

I tried watching some TV but it didn't really register. This new step - Amy letting him into her bottom in some form - was really worrying me and I just wondered how she would manage to stay in control. Would it just be our plug? I was sure that Charles would want to push the boundaries. I went and turned on the computer, hoping it would take my mind off things. I ended up looking at more properties on line, but couldn't help thinking about what was going on down below in his flat.

The phone rang just before ten. It was Charles.

"Mark - would you like to pop down and collect Amy?" I didn't respond. I just shut the phone down and went downstairs and knocked. The door opened. Amy was there with her bag and dressed in the short dressing gown thing, with her collar on and with Charles holding the lead.

"Jolly good Mark. Thank you as always. Amy and I have had a lovely time exploring new places haven't we Amy?"

"Yes Charles." Amy looked tired.

"Would you like to...? Mark - just come and stand here for a minute?"

Amy stood in the doorway facing me. I moved where Charles directed me to the other side of her, and he put his hand on her back pushing slightly so she bent down.

"Mark, would you be so good as to hold her cheeks apart for me? I want to show you something."

I was gob-snacked. I looked at him and he motioned for me to do as he'd asked. I stood there, then decided that really it would be easier to just get it over with. I reached down and gently pulled her butt-cheeks apart, revealing the jewelled plug nestled in place. I watched as he reached down and held it, sliding it in and out easily, before leaving it embedded in her bottom. I notice there was some shiny viscous stuff on it as he did so.

"There - not quite so tight as she was earlier is she?" he grinned in that sneering way, looking at me as I continued to hold her bum. "Take a closer look Mark." I leant over slightly looking closer at Amys bejewelled bumhole and he moved the plug in and out. It met with almost no resistance.

"You can see it slides in and out very easily now. She has to make a real effort to hold it in. You'll see when you put your cock in Mark - I'm sure it will be more accommodating in future."

I spluttered as we all stood up. I looked at him. He had that that supercilious grin on his face.

"See you both next time!" he said, handing Amy her bag with the clothing in.

I took Amy's hand and the lead, and we exited his door. He closed it behind us. I unclipped the lead and Amy gave me the bag and turned and went quickly upstairs. I followed. She went straight into the bathroom. About half an hour later she came out in her big dressing gown. I handed her a cup of tea.

"You OK?"

"Yes. Not too bad."

"It wasn't good was it?"

"It's OK, it was just Charles."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No. But he did spend a long time round there. He used plenty of lube, but I'm a bit sore if I'm honest. There's over two grand in the envelope though. I think I earnt it tonight!"

"Amy... you don't have to..."

"Stop it Mark. We've been there. We are where we are, and we're getting to where we should be. I just look at it as if I'm having some sort of medical procedure. Oh, and I'm upping the charge for next time. Charles and I discussed it, and we've reached a compromise."

"What sort of compromise?"

"Well..." She hesitated. "If he wants to do any more - bigger like - then the fee will be a lot more."

"Amy...." I didn't know what to say really. We'd started off with trying to raise some money for a house and this was all getting far too deep.

But that was the end of the conversation. We turned in, and in the morning went off to work. On Saturday morning we sat in bed and chatted about our week. Yet again it seemed the Charles thing had gone away. We were back to normal.

"Would you like to make love?" said Amy as we cuddled.

"Try and stop me!" I laughed in response.

I began to stroke her nipples, which sprung to attention as usual. We played with each other, getting more and more amorous.

"On top or underneath?" I asked.

"On top I think - I like to be in charge!" as she smiled. Amy, smiling was always a lovely thing to behold, and here she was, my gorgeous wife, making love to me.

She moved on top and slid my cock into her sopping pussy.

"Are you going to come before me?" she asked.

"I don't know - I hope not!"

"So do I... if you do I'll have to get my toy out, and you'll have to clean me up afterwards!"

"Ah... a penalty clause!"

"Oh yes - definitely..."

"And if you come before me..."

"You can choose where you come!"

She began to ride me vigorously, while I played with her nipples as she did so, and I could see her getting more and more turned on. She really liked this. I grabbed her waist and began to drive her down on me. Her hands moved onto her nipples, replacing mine. She played with them, tweaking and twisting them.

"Oh... oh.... ohh..... oohhhh..... Aaaahhhhh!" She came. Great waves of exhilaration rolling over her as she cried out. "Oh Wow! That was great!" Amy said as she slowed down.

She fell across me... "I'm exhausted..."

"Well that's great! I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too! Now, we don't want to waste this lovely hard cock do we? What would Sir like me to do?"

"Well... you could give me one of your wonderful blow jobs... or we could continue what we were doing earlier - maybe in a different position? Or anal? How about I fuck that delectable bottom of yours?"

"I think a wonderful blow job would be perfect!" She said, sidestepping the question.

Amy didn't waste any time. Although my cock had been in her pussy, she slid down and enveloped the tip in her mouth. Then slowly as she began to bob up and down on it, she began to take it down further into her mouth. Working on it bit by bit, she took more and more of it into her mouth, all the while sucking and licking round my glans with her lips and tongue. I could feel the softness of her tongue on the sensitive rim surrounding the head. Then she withdrew.

She raised her head, a sultry look in her eyes. "Do you want to fuck my mouth?"

"Bloody hell Amy - where did that come from?"

"Do you?"

"Er... yes!" She lowered her head onto my cock again, this time pushing right down onto it. I could feel the tip up against the back of her throat. Each time it got deeper and deeper into her mouth, before slipping into that tighter space at the entrance to her throat. I thought she'd choke but she didn't, and after a few seconds she pushed it inside. I felt the tightness there on the end of my cock as it slid into her warm accommodating throat. She withdrew, before relating the process once again, this time holding it for slightly longer. Slipping it out again, and releasing me, she held my cock in her hand gently masturbating me, looked up into my eyes and grinned. "Clever huh!"

"Fuck Amy..."

"Do you know what to do?" She said questioningly.

"Oh my god.... Er..."

She slowly began to slide off the end of the bed, pulling me with her. Soon she was kneeling on the floor and I was sitting on the edge, my feet planted either side of her, with my hands resting on the bed behind me propping myself up. She began to fellate me properly, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, and pushing it into her throat.

"Amy... Amy..."

As I became more aroused, I began to take more control of the whole process, thrusting my cock into her mouth and pushing against her throat more aggressively. She gagged a little but each time she did I pulled back.

"It's OK... I'll pat your legs if I want you to stop..." she said releasing me from her mouth for a couple of seconds.

Realisation dawned that this was probably something she and Charles had done, and that I was being given the same treatment. I began take total control, thrusting away, one hand on the back of her head as I did so. I looked down and watched as I drove my cock into my wife's mouth. She gurgled and spluttered but didn't try to stop me. I began to let my own desire for release override my urge to be considerate. It was so erotic, but at the same time I felt very dominant.

"Grlck... grlck... grlck..." She looked up at me, wide-eyed, but didn't try to stop what was going on. Indeed if anything this encouraged me. I pushed my cock into her throat and held her head tight. She began to writhe a little and then tapped my legs. I held her for another second or two then released her. She came off and gasped as she breathed. However, within a few seconds she had once again taken me in her mouth. She seemed to want me to just use her for my own pleasure. I always wanted our sex to be a two-way thing, where we both enjoyed it. But increasingly it seemed she wanted to have his/her sex where one or other of us took control for their own enjoyment.

This totally new experience was so exciting. Fucking her face like this was incredibly erotic. I began to control her movements more and more, making sure she was almost choking and gasping for air before I released her. It seemed to be what she wanted. I held her head as I rammed my cock into her mouth and throat, enjoying the feeling of her struggling as I held her head tightly. Eventually I sensed that she wanted release, and I let go of her head. Amy pulled back as I did so, and I came in her mouth not her throat, her tongue swirling around my cock end. She continued to suck and play with it for a few seconds, before she looked up, facing me. She opened her mouth and swirled the cum round, gazing into my eyes as she did it. Then she swallowed. Opening her mouth slightly she played around her lips with her tongue, then brought her mouth down and kissed my now diminishing cock, before taking it all in her mouth again, licking the end, to make sure all the cum was out. Then she stood up, leaned over me and kissed me, deeply and longingly. I could taste myself on her lips as we kissed.

We fell back onto the bed and lay there cuddling.

"Can I ask..."

"You can, and the answer is not exactly but similar."

"Ah...."

"I thought I'd like to try it with you..."

I lay there and thought about her and Charles doing what we had just done. He'd been doing this with my lovely wife. Of this there was now no doubt. Would it be the same or different?

She seemed to read my mind.

"Don't worry. It's definitely not the same with him. It's much more... perfunctory and crude. I think of it as some sort of.. I don't know... dental procedure. It's completely different with you!"

"Hmmm... dental procedure! That's difficult to imagine! But... it was amazing. I love you."

"Love you too!"

We continued cuddling. So, this was an admission that this was something that she and Charles had done. No more words passed between us on the matter.

"What are we going to do this weekend?" Said Amy.

"Well, I've been looking at properties, and I've made an appointment to go see an agent and also to have a look at a couple of places I've found on the internet. 2pm and 4pm! We need to find this property!"

"When did you do that?"

"Wednesday night when I didn't have anything else to do!"

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We had a thoroughly interesting day looking at the properties. One was a large two bed flat, but it was on a main road and when the window was open there was a lot of traffic noise. There was an old style terraced house as well - in need of some modernisation, but it had three bedrooms, though one was so small you could only just fit a single bed in. It was in a quiet street, not far from the rail line and had a small back garden. It would do us, but it was over our budget at £350k, which was £80k away from what we could borrow..

We came home and discussed it over a cup of tea.

"That house was perfect." Said Amy

"Well - apart from the bathroom needing a complete re-work, and the fact that it's more expensive than we can afford - yes its perfect!"

"Yeah, but we can do the bathroom later. And it's not much more... I wonder if they'll take an offer? The numbers aren't far away.."

"I suppose we have nothing to lose... there was that other property that the agent suggested we look at when it comes on the market. He said it would be another week or so?"

We mulled over other details of other properties we'd seen. We were really getting into this. The next week came and went. I called the agent and arranged a repeat viewing for the upcoming weekend for the terraced house, along with the other property he'd mentioned. We went and saw both, and yet again came down to the same answer - the terraced house. It was perfect and met all our needs. and after we'd discussed it again we decided to put an offer in.

In addition to the purchase costs there were legal, survey costs and property purchase taxes which would come to around £6k. If we paid the asking price of £350k we'd need to find eighty six thousand, which was too much, so we offered ten below the asking price.

The agent quickly came back saying we'd need to find another five before the seller would accept. After some haggling we reached a compromise on £342k, leaving us seventy eight to find. With what we had saved so far, which was just under thirty thousand, plus borrowing ten from our families, we'd need to find another thirty two to make it possible.

"That's just too much." I said.

"It's do-able. We can spin it out for three months and by that time we should be very close. Three months rent is 6k, six sessions with Charles plus this week - so that's seven total. I should earn at least seventeen - maybe twenty from those." Said Amy.

"No - you can't look at it like that."

"I can. I can do it."

"But you need twenty six thousand from seven visits." I said. "That's nearly four thousand per visit, and you're not getting that. You're only getting just over two and a half per visit. That comes to say nineteen, twenty max."

"So... not enough. We're seven or even eight short."

"Hmmm... No.... I see."

"Let's sleep on it" I said.

"Yes..."

We turned into bed.

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The weekend ended and the new script arrived. More twists from Charles. Amy went through her usual routine getting ready, which involved missing supper again, and me dressing her up in her restraints and collar. We went downstairs, where inevitably Charles was waiting just behind the door.

"Good evening Charles"

"Evening Mark, and the lovely Amy!"

"Hi Charles! Are you ready to play with me? I'm really looking forward to our session tonight."

"Oh good! Shall we push the boat out a little? Or perhaps the better analogy would be practise some new docking manoeuvres!" He grinned.

"I'm sure she'll like that Charles. What have you got in mind?" I said as best I could with the ridiculous script.

"Oh Mark - you know what Amy likes don't you? She does love her toys, and I've got some new ones for us to play with this evening!"

"Oh Charles, that'll be really exciting! She'll so love that, won't you darling?"

"Absolutely my love! Charles really knows what he's doing with them. You could learn a thing or two!"

"Well maybe you can tell me all about it when I come and collect you!"

"I will!"

"Did Mark fit your plug for you?"

"Yes he did. It's all inserted and ready for you!"

Charles took the lead, and as usual I watched as he pulled on the clamps a little, causing Amy to squeal. Then he told her to bend over - again asking me to hold her while he took a look - all beautifully framed in the mirror so I could see what he was doing with my lovely wife. Was this beginning to feel normal? I couldn't square it in my mind.

He lifted her up and she stood before him. He reached up and held the clamps, pulling on them slightly.

"And we won't make these little things feel all left out either will we? Give them a little attention too! Maybe these should be a little tighter - we don't want them coming off do we?"

"Oh, Yes please Charles. You know what I like!" said Amy with a sort of smile, as he continued to pull on the clamps. Finally letting go, he put one arm round her, and pulled her close, the other arm holding the lead tightly, like some doll. It was like he was claiming her for his own.

"Right - see you later Mark. We'll give you a ring when I've finished with her!"

"Love you!" said Amy, looking at me directly as I stood in the doorway, with a hint of a sad look on her face.

"Love you too!" I responded, looking at her, trying to be cheerful.

The door closed and I went upstairs to wait...