The Willing Wife Ch. 08

Chapter 8 of our little story about how Amy and I begun our married life together. I hope you're enjoying it. It's been cathartic writing it. It may seem a little strange and on reflection it seems weird that we got sucked into this whole thing. It's just Amy can get so focussed on what she wants that sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees, and in retrospect we both got carried away by everything.

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CHAPTER 8 - THE WILLING WIFE

I got a call about five minutes to ten.

"Mark - would you like to pop down and collect Amy?"

I hurried downstairs and as I got to the front door it opened. Charles stood there with Amy, dressed as usual in her short gown with her bag. She looked very tired.

"We've had lots of fun tonight haven't we Amy?"

"Absolutely Charles. I loved it!" She tried to smile but I didn't think it was real.

"Would you like to show Mark?" said Charles with that smug grin.

Amy hesitated then looked in the bag and picked out something. It was another jewelled butt plug, but this one was quite a bit bigger. She held it up to me.

"We're moving up Mark. Amy prefers something a little chunkier don't you?"

"Indeed I do!" she responded brightly.

"I've given her that one to try. When she comes down next time Mark, would you be so kind as to make sure Amy has got it nicely fitted? If you want to practice I'm sure she'll be very happy to oblige!"

"Yes Charles I will." I mumbled.

"Sorry didn't quite catch that?"

"Yes Charles. I'll check its fitted next time, and I'm sure we'll want to experiment with it in the meantime!"

"Excellent Mark. I'm sure you'll both get a lot of pleasure out of it."

"Good night Charles."

"Good night both of you. See you in a couple of weeks - if not before!"

He closed the door and we went upstairs.

"You alright? What went on down there?"

"I'm fine. And nothing I didn't expect or can't handle. I need a shower. Make me a cuppa would you?"

Amy disappeared off into the bathroom, and I went and made the tea. I came back and checked the bag that held her things in. I examined the new plug. The old one was in the bag too, and I compared them side by side. The old one was only about an inch in diameter at its widest point and about two inches long, whilst the new one appeared to be quite a bit bigger in diameter and a bit longer, though still with the same cone shape. I was sitting on the bed with it in my hand when Amy came in.

"Its.... Big." I said holding it in my hand and turning it round

"I know but its OK. We did try it once downstairs and its fine. Just going to take a little getting used to."

"I'm not sure this is good for you... Why don't you say no?"

"Because there's over two thousand in the envelope. At this rate we'll get to where we need to be and be off."

"But Amy... it might do you some damage."

"No, it's fine. I'm not going to wear it all the time, and I don't wear it all the time downstairs. We can practice a little and I can get used to it. It's ok - only a few more times, then we're away and off in our own place. I just keep thinking I'm at the doctors having a weird medical. Never lose sight of the goal Mark. It's for us."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. There's more money too for using this one." She said, holding the new plug Charles had given her.

"How much more?"

"Over double what I charged for the anal last time. I've told him its minimum two thousand for all the dressing up, chats, anal and everything. Like I say its OK. And a bigger tip. That's six thousand a month with the rent plus a tip, which tonight was six hundred."

"That's still... five months more if you do the maths... ten more visits, and each one seems to be getting more demanding. He wants more and more... You look knackered every time you come back now."

"Mark. Just support and trust me. We're in this together. I'm in charge down there."

"OK sweetheart, if you say so. Lets go to bed."

We went to bed and cuddled. I just held my lovely wife in a deep embrace. Was this whole thing getting out of hand? I was beginning to think that perhaps Amy had begun to accept more things in her desperate desire to get us on the property ladder. I sensed that Charles had somehow drawn her into doing things perhaps she wouldn't have normally done, and wasn't comfortable with. I could hear her gentle breathing as she slept.

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We finished the working week lay in bed on Saturday morning. We lay in bed cuddling.

"So... would you like to make love sweetheart?" I said.

Usually this would be the signal for Amy to offer herself up for me to play with and do some of our more adventurous things.

"Yes - would you like that?"

"Would you?"

"I'm fine. But you're my husband, and if you'd like to make love to me that would be lovely."

"I'd like one of your lovely blow jobs, if you feel like giving me one!"

"I can, but I would really like for us to just make love this morning - you know, normal sex?"

This was not what I'd expected. We cuddled and touched each other, and eventually we ended up in the missionary position, gently making love. However, after a couple of minutes, Amy stopped responding.

"What's the matter?"

"This isn't right."

"What isn't right?"

" I don't know - would you like that blowjob?"

"No - I want to make love like we are doing!" I cried out exasperated that she'd started a conversation right in the middle of us doing something very intimate.

"No you don't..."

"Yes I do! What's the matter?" Too late - the moment was lost. I stopped and rolled off, and we lay side by side in the bed.

"Sorry - it just didn't feel right."

"Don't worry sweetheart, its fine."

"I'm just not in the mood this morning. Maybe later...."

"No problem, its fine." I got up and went in the shower. I was trying to figure out what this was all about. I decided it was just one of those things. We had breakfast and then decided we'd go and look at more agents and see if we could arrange viewings. We saw a couple more properties that afternoon, and another one on Sunday morning. We sat at home on the sofa on Sunday evening with a glass of wine, reviewing the particulars of every property we'd seen or were interested in.

"You know, the house we saw first was the best of all those we've seen, and any of those we haven't. It's in the right place, right size, and actually doesn't need that much doing to it - well apart from the bathroom which can wait until we've got the funds." Amy said as she went through the details again.

"I agree, but it's at the very top of what we can afford, and we don't have the deposit yet."

"Pity - it's still the best one. Why don't we put in an offer? See what happens? It's still up for sale and the agent said they were keen because of the deadline for the new build they're buying. Maybe we can knock ten thousand off? And we've still got a few months before it all goes through..."

"Let's start with twenty lower - we can always go up."

"Yes - why don't you phone them tomorrow?"

"I will."

Amy came over and kissed me.

"You know we haven't made love this weekend, and I owe you for yesterday morning. Would you still like that blow job?"

She came and knelt astride me on the sofa. Looking at me, she began to undo the buttons on her blouse, and slipped it off, followed by her bra. She reached down and picked up my hands and placed them on her boobs.

"Amy..."

"These belong to you, you know. They're yours. They belong to you. All of me does. You know that don't you. Everything I do is for us."

"I know my love. Tell me - does Charles play with these a lot?" I said stroking her boobs and playing with her nipples.

"Yes he does."

"What does he like to do?"

"He likes to...." She closed her eyes and looked away. "He likes to squeeze them, and slap them a bit, and play with my nipples. You know that."

"Amy does he hurt you...?"

"No. He just... slaps them a little. Not very hard - just a little..." As I played with her nipples she seemed to be getting aroused.

"Does he keep the clamps on?"

"No - he takes them off, then puts them on again."

"Does he do them up tight? Is he rough...?"

"Please don't talk about him anymore... I just want to be with you."

I continued to play with her boobs.

"Stand up. Take off your skirt, and your knickers. You can leave your shoes on." She looked into my eyes, then looked down at the floor and stood up and dis-robed.

"Come here - between my legs."

She moved forward towards me and stood between my spread thighs as I sat on the edge of the sofa. I ran my hands up her thighs and then moved them into the middle at the top of the Y where her vulva was. I pushed gently, and she moved her legs apart slightly, so my thumbs could run up between her pussy lips.

"Please... let me give you that blow job..."

"Shhh.. you can, but first I want to play with you." And I moved one hand between her legs and pushed two fingers into her pussy, bringing my thumb round the front to rub her clit. She began to respond, putting her hand on my shoulders and moving her legs further apart against my legs. I switched my legs so that they were inside hers, and slowly I began to fuck her with two fingers from one hand, whilst stroking her clit with the other. I increased my pace, and begun to be a bit more vigorous. She in turn began to move slightly up and down on my fingers, meeting them as they came up.

"Stay here right where you are."

I got up and quickly went into the bedroom and came back with her vibrator. Resuming my position on the edge of the sofa, positioning my knees between hers so her thighs were open and her legs astride mine, and without any delay drove the silicone toy into her sopping hole..

"Aaarrrggghhh...!" she cried as I pushed it as far in as I could. I turned on the vibration an began to move it in and out with one hand, all the time stroking her clit with the thumb of the other. She began to follow me down onto the tool as I withdrew it, and so I stopped moving it and held it firmly upwards, my elbow on the hand holding the tool resting on my knees as support while she rode it herself. She rhythmically moved up and down for a while, then just began to grind it deep inside her, rotating her hips as she sought to get to the maximum possible depth. I pushed as hard as I could into her. I watched as my beautiful naked wife rose up and down on the silicone cock inside her. She was almost forcing it deep inside. It was the most erotic sight. Her firm boobs juddered gently up and down in sync with the rest of her body. I couldn't help but imagining Charles doing something like this.

"Oh... oh.... Ahhh.... Ahhh" She gripped my shoulders hard continuing to ride the tool up and down. She became even more vigorous as she finally exploded on it. "Aaarrrggghhh... I'm.... coming........"

Amy wailed as she rode her orgasm, and I maintained my position, thumbing her clit as best I could while she rolled and rotated around. Eventually she came down from her high, the tool deeply embedded in her pussy.

"Thank you... thank you... That was amazing."

She sat down astride me and leant forward, leaning on me for a couple of minutes. Then she lifted her head and kissed me.

"I love you...." I said

"Love you too... now... I made a promise..."

"You don't have to you know..."

She squeezed my trousers where my cock was rock hard.

"I think he's saying otherwise!"

"Well... if you don't mind!" I said sheepishly.

"Of course I don't mind! Would you like to fuck my face?"

I was taken aback by this.

"I'm not sure What do you mean? I don't want to make it unpleasant for you."

"If you want to you can..."

"What do you want?"

"I want to please you. You're my husband."

"But..."

Amy began to unbuckle my belt and quickly stripped my trousers, shoes socks and underwear off. She knelt between my legs and began to caress my very erect and hard cock. I looked down as she slowly began to take my cock into her mouth. Working it up and down, I felt it go deeper and deeper into her mouth with each dip of her head. She pulled off and look at me, gently stroking me with her hand. Then she began again, only this time quicker, moving her lips up and down my shaft. I felt the end of my cock at the entrance to her throat. She came up again and looked at me.

"Darling - don't be worried. I'll stop if you do something I don't want you to. Now... last chance. Do you want to fuck your wife's face, or do you want me to carry on like I am doing?"

"I don't know what you mean..."

"oh - you want me to explain do you? Well, if you want to fuck my face, you have to hold my head and force your cock into my mouth..." She looked up at me with a serious face. "And you push it into my throat..." She sucked my cock again, then used her hand to masturbate me. "And if I gag and gurgle you just keep going... You tell me what a good cocksucker I am... what a slut I am... how you're going to fill my throat with your cum..."

She began working on my cock again. "You let me up for air so I'm gasping, then you push your cock in again..."

"Really... like that?"

"Yes - you're in charge.." She moved her mouth onto my cock again until I could feel it at the back of her throat.

"I that what Charles does?"

"Maybe... but I'm talking about you not him... in my throat, forcing me onto your cock..."

I was getting very turned on by her ministrations. I gently reached down and held her head in my hands and as she went down I pushed. I sensed the resistance as my cock reached her throat, then it popped in.

Amy choked, then tried to withdraw her head, but I held it there for a few seconds, before releasing it slightly, allowing my cock to withdraw into her mouth, then out entirely. She coughed and spluttered, then said "Again."

I got the message finally. She wanted me to take control. I began to hold her head firmly and drive my cock in and out, pushing against her throat and popping it in. I'd never done this before, but she seemed to want it. I began to have a rhythm, letting her up to breathe every couple of pushes, and she began to drool.

This lasted several minutes, during which time Amy struggled on a few occasions, sometimes with my actions, but never indicated she wanted to stop.

Eventually I began to reach a climax, and any sensed that I would shortly come. She took control, manipulating my cock with her tongue, mouth and hand until I exploded into her mouth. She continued to milk me as I subsided, all the while keeping me in her mouth. Finally she released my cock, and looking up at me, opened her mouth and showed me my cum, before swallowing. Her face round her mouth and chin was covered with drool and slimy saliva, as was my cock and balls.

"Sweetheart... I love you!" I said.

"Love you too!" as she smiled back at me, her wet face looking vaguely comical.

We went for a shower and then decided to retire to bed and cuddled, chatting about property. As Amy rolled over and went to sleep, I lay in bed and thought about the weekend. No sex on Saturday, but Sunday was - well - very different. The 'fuck-my-face' thing was to do with Charles. It had to be. It was like she was introducing me to what went on downstairs. Had he been doing this long - ever since the whole thing started?

I didn't think Amy would have thought of that particular series of actions on her own. Was this why she always seemed to come back from her visits downstairs with damp hair and no make-up?

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"Darling, I want you to do something for me please tonight."

"No problem. What is it?"

It was the middle of the week, and I was preparing supper.

"I want you to help me try that new plug Charles wants me to use. I need to get some practice in."

"Er... Can't you do it yourself?"

She came over and hugged me. "I can, but I thought it would be fun for us to do it together! You are funny - give you something new and exciting to do and you don't want to!" we kissed.

"Its not that sweetheart. It just... well.... OK lets do it!" I turned off the stove and we went into the bedroom.

"So..." I said.

"Well - yes... come on!" She said.

"Come on what?"

"For gods sake Mark. What's happening to you? A couple of months ago you'd have jumped at the chance of pushing a plug up your wife's bottom, and now you're lost for words?"

The penny finally dropped..

"Come here young lady - take off your blouse and bra - now!"

She stood before me and meekly undid her buttons and shed her clothes. I stroked her nipples and gently squeezed them once they were erect.

"Now the skirt and those knickers. You can leave your shoes on for now."

She stepped back and undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. She slipped off her knickers and stood in front of me. I went up and sat on the edge of the bed. Motioning for her to come over, I reached up and pushed a couple of fingers against her pussy lips. Then with both hands I pushed outwards against her thighs. She got the message and opened her legs slightly. I stroked her pussy and pushed in a finger. She was very wet.

"So young lady. You appear to be quite turned on."

"I think I am, husband."

"Well, I guess as a punishment tonight, you're going to be wearing that new plug in your ass. Got it?"

"Yes husband."

"Good. Now go and pick it up and bring it to me with the lube."

She went across the room and got them and brought them back, handing them to me.

"I think... you are going to have this inside you for a while, and when I'm ready I'm going to fuck you... with it in."

"Yes husband. If you'd like. I want to do as I'm told and please you. Should I bend over the end of the bed?"

"Yes - and be quick about it or you'll be sorry!" I got up and positioned her facing the bed.

"Now - bend over and spread your legs, and dip that back."

She dutifully did so. I looked in the large mirror above the dressing table facing the end of our bed. Her bottom was beautifully framed. I reached down and played with her pussy and clit, pushing two fingers deep inside her, then taking them out and rubbing her clit. She began to gyrate as I continued to stimulate her.

"No coming just yet. Time for your new toy.!"

I squirted some lube onto the entrance to her bottom, then did the same onto the toy. I gently pushed a finger into her bottom. I could feel the delicate walls of her anus and the tighter ring inside. I pushed my finger as deep inside her as it would go. She moaned.

"Guess what's going in here after I take my finger out?"

"The plug.."

"Yes - its going in and you're going to take it aren't you?"

"Yes Sir!"

I took out my finger. Picking up the toy, I pushed it up against her delicate rosebud, and began to ease it in very slowly.

"Aaahhh!"

"Open up!"

"Aaarrrggghhh"

Stop whingeing - it's going in no matter what!"

"Please.. be gentle."

Easing it back and forth several times, eventually the widest part slid in, and her anal ring closed round the narrow stem, leaving the jewelled head showing. I tried pulling it out, easing it slowly. I could see her ring stretching over the widest part as it came out. It was a fascinating sight.

"Ahh! Owww! Oh bloody hell!"

"You wanted this - its going in and out a few times!"

"Please...."

"Pleased put it back in?" I pushed it back in. There was slightly less resistance the second time.

"Ahhh yes..." she groaned as it slotted back into place.

"And again... you need the practice!"

I couldn't help but watch with fascination at the mirror reflecting back the view of Amy's bottom as I pushed and pulled the toy in and out.

After about a dozen times I stopped.

"Right. You can leave this in now. And after supper we're going to come back in here, and you're going to resume this position, and I'm going to fuck you with it in. Understand?"

Amy looked meekly up at me. "Yes."

"Good. Now, I have dinner to finish off. Wear that short dressing gown you have - the one you come back in from when you go downstairs. That way I can check you haven't taken it out!"

I finished off the supper and we ate it at the table chatting about our days. It was weird knowing that Amy had that thing in her bottom while we talked about goings-on at work. She kept wriggling on the chair, and I'd put a towel on to protect it.

"How does it feel?"

"Big... and a little uncomfortable, but not too bad."

"Is it OK?"

"Yes its fine for now. Wouldn't want it in all day though!"

"I'm sure. Finished?"

"Yes."

I went round and stood behind her. Leaning down, I slipped my hands inside her gown, holding her boobs and playing with her nipples. They became very hard with my touch. "Right. Leave the plates. In the bedroom - now."

I led her by the hand and we went into the bedroom. I began to shed my clothes and was soon naked. She still had her gown on.

"Up on the bed - face down and bottom up!"

I positioned her so she was on the edge of the bed with her bum in the air. The gown slipped down her back. I looked down at the jewel in her backside. It was too tempting. I gently pulled on it and it slid out.

"That was easier!"

I pushed it back in and then moved my fingers to her pussy. It was very wet. I didn't waste any time. I was hungry to fuck my wife.

"Ready?"

"Uuuu..."

I plunged my cock into her womb. Holding onto her hips I began to ream back and forth, looking down at the plug in her bottom and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. It was an amazing sight. Each time I rammed into her she grunted. I could feel the tightness caused by the plug against my cock, and it was turning me on very quickly. Amy was also getting very excited, and began to push back at me.

"Deeper... deep... oh fuck.... Oh this is good.... Fuck... oh fuck... fuuuccckkkk!". She gasped, and suddenly she let out a wail as she came.

I continued with my pounding, but not for very long. I emptied myself into her tight pussy and fell forwards.

"Wow - that was fantastic!"

"It was, wasn't it?"

"How was it with the plug?"

"It was.... Ok. In fact it was... strangely good!"

The whole thing had probably taken no more than five minutes but we'd both had amazing orgasms. I withdrew and looked down. Her bum was still pointing at me. I stood at one side and put my hand on the plug. I could see cum beginning to leak out of her pussy. I couldn't help looking in the mirror at the sight of us both. I watched myself as I gently eased out the plug. Amy began to side off the bed, holding her pussy as she did so.

"Don't want to leak on the carpet!"

"Hmmm... is that dessert you have on your fingers?"

"Ooooo..." she stood in front of me with a cheeky grin on her face. Lifting her fingers to her mouth I could see the slimy cum dollops glistening. Then she began to lick her fingers, before putting them into her mouth.

"Yummy! Fancy a taste?" And she leant up and kissed me passionately. I could taste the cum on her lips as we kissed.

"I do like you dressed like this. I can see why Charles makes you wear this little number."

"I only put it on to come back up here. He likes me in undies, but actually mostly naked."

"Well, it is very sexy. All the same."

"I need a clean."

"So do I."

We went off to the bathroom together.

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At the weekend we tried the plug again a couple of times. I was very gentle. It wasn't any easier or more difficult to get in and out. It did seem a little strange to do this though. We went out on the Sunday afternoon, and on our return found the script for the Wednesday on the mat with a parcel and a note saying 'just the collar and the attached on Wednesday. No lead.'. The parcel contained a corset which clipped up. It just covered Amy's waist, leaving her boobs and bum uncovered. We tried it on. It was tight, squeezing her waist quite tightly, and the effect made her bum appear more rounded and stuck out.

Reading through the script it brought it home that Charles would be playing with this new toy in my wife's bottom in a couple of days.

Wednesday night came and we followed the usual routine. Amy went into the bathroom and called me into the bedroom after she was clean and ready. He make up was lovely - she looked beautiful. I picked up the corset. There were eight clips on the back and as I did each one up at the back it pulled the corset tight. He'd obviously known her size, but it was still very tight.

"OK?"

"Yes its ok. Can you put the plug in please?"

I lubed it up and then inserted it while she bent over. Finally I put the collar on. It seemed surreal, preparing my wife for another man. But we were on this road, and my protests would do no good. We went downstairs and knocked on the door. As usual Charles was waiting, holding the door wide open.

"Good evening Mark, and good evening Amy!"

"Good evening Charles." I said.

"Come here and let's have a look at you young lady. Give us a twirl!"

Amy moved into the hall and turned round.

"Beautiful. I see the corset fits perfectly!"

"Yes it does Charles. Great choice. I love wearing it."

"Good! And how did you get on with the plug Mark? Got plenty of practice in I guess?"

"Yes Charles. Amy and I had several sessions with it. it's a great addition to our toys."

"Lets have a look Amy!"

Amy bent down. Charles positioned her so that I could see in the mirror. He tapped her legs and she moved them apart, and touched her back so she dipped it. Her bottom was beautifully presented.

"Oh yes! Lovely!" he reached down and pulled on it, and slid the plug out. Then he pushed it back in, repeating the process a couple of times. He looked at me and smirked. Amy couldn't see the look on his face as she was bent down. I seriously wanted to punch him.

"You've been doing a good job getting her ready Mark. You've been doing this pretty regularly by the feel of it."

"Yes Charles - almost every night!"

He lifted Amy up. "We're going to have a lovely long session tonight with that bottom of yours Amy."

"I hope so Charles."

"Do you know what Mark? I was thinking I might tell you what I had planned, but I'm going to keep it a secret. Amy can tell you later!"

"Oh Charles - I guess I'll just have to wait to hear all the exciting details! Well do have a great time. Amy's been really looking forward to this evening, haven't you?"

"Oh yes Mark."

"We'll give you a call when we've finished Mark." And with that the door closed. Amy was inside once again, doing things with Charles that I wouldn't see and probably wouldn't find out about, despite the stupid words. I went upstairs and poured a glass of wine. As usual my mind was racing. What would they be doing, or more accurately probably, what would he be doing to her?

Just before ten my phone pinged. I went downstairs and the door opened. As usual, Amy was there with her short gown on and the bag with her stuff. She looked very tired. Her hair was damp, her make-up was gone. There was a very short script to follow.

"Ah Mark. We've had the most wonderful time haven't we Amy?" said Charles, grinning at me.

"Yes Charles, it's been great. Can't wait until next time." Said Amy tiredly.

"Excellent! Nor can I! She really is the most accommodating lady Mark. Want to have a look?"

"Er..."

"Amy bend over and show Mark, there's a good girl" Amy duly obliged as she had before. Charles beckoned me over and I stood beside her on the opposite side to Charles. Her bottom was clearly visible in the mirror.

"Would you do the honours please Mark? You know - bum cheeks!"

I knew what he meant. Reaching down I gently spread Amy's cheeks. There was the large plug in all its glory. Charles eased it out then re-inserted it. He repeated the process a couple of times without any murmur from Amy. It appeared to move quite easily.

"She's a bit loose now, but she's been having fun for the past couple of hours. She'll soon tighten up. Don't forget to keep practicing will you! Now Amy, don't forget what I said!"

"No Charles - its fine. See you next time." She stood up and walked through the door, and I followed taking her bag with me. The door closed and I gave her a hug.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get upstairs."

We went up the stairs and she disappeared into the bathroom while I got a cup of tea. After she came out we sat on the sofa together.

"How was it?"

"Hard. It's getting harder."

"Well... you could stop. We'll find another way."

"It's OK. Theres nearly three thousand in the envelope. I think I earned it tonight."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." There was a definite full stop at the end of that little word. Whatever had gone on was something Amy definitely didn't want to discuss.

"Let's go to bed."

"Yes lets."

We went to bed and cuddled. She snuggled up to me and lay there very close.

"I love you Mark. Never forget that please."

"I love you too. You really can stop sweetheart. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired and sore."

I wanted to ask where, how and what, but I knew I couldn't. If Amy wanted to tell me she would. Now was not the time.