‘Home in an hour be ready’ the text said. He knew what that meant, be waiting at the door, naked, wearing his cock cage. Well the last bit was easy because she had the key. Standing naked by the front door wasn’t hard, at least in theory; but she had put so many mirrors on the walls that there was nowhere to hide.
There were days when that was okay too, days when his muscles looked good, when his tan hadn’t faded, but right now he looked pale and tired. He’d been working too hard and that was another problem. Some things had to change and that would require a serious conversation with her. After being away she was always on such a high that he never knew if she was listening.
Another text came ‘I’m bringing two surprises for you.’
Damn, he thought, that probably meant no serious conversation till morning. Why the hell was she so late. She should have been home on Friday and now it was Sunday afternoon. The latest she’s ever been.
At five pm the door opened and Diane bounced in, leaving the door wide open.
‘Let me look at you. Do a twirl. You look tired Barry darling, have you been staying awake hoping I’d phone?’
‘Part of the time.’
‘Silly you, you know I won’t do that, I’m too busy being fucked inside out.’
Barry sighed, ‘I know that but I still hope. Mostly it’s work. I’ve had a lot to do. I’d like a chance to talk to you about it.’
‘Not tonight love,’ she giggled. ‘There’s other things to do tonight.’
‘Can’t we close the door?’
‘No, one of your surprises is still outside.
‘Surely you don’t expect me to go out and fetch it like this?’
She giggled again. ‘Ooh, what a good idea. Have your first present first.’
She delved into her handbag and pulled out a black leather collar three centimetres wide and encrusted with cheap rhinestones. She wrapped it around his neck, buckled it, and attached a lead. Holding the lead she stepped back a pace.
‘Isn’t that lovely. Look in the mirrors, doesn’t that look beautiful on you?’
‘No. It looks horrible I hate it. Please take it off.’
‘I think it looks nice on you. I want you to wear it all the time around the house.’
‘I’d really rather not. It makes me look foolish.’
‘Don’t get petulant. It doesn’t suit you. You don’t have to look at the collar, unless you’re near a mirror. I’ll see it all the time, so what I think counts.’ She reached forward and adjusted the buckle, adding a small padlock. ‘There, that’s better, now you can’t take it off without my key.’
She stood back again and smiled at him.
‘Don’t I get a kiss, I haven’t seen you all week.’
‘No, Barry you don’t.’
‘But I’ve missed you.’
‘Of course you have. That’s the whole point silly. And I’ve missed you too and that’s why I want you being the most perfect version of you when I get home. I don’t want a needy little boy; I want my well turned out submissive husband. That’s what I was looking forward to and now you’ve spoiled it.’
‘Sorry,’ muttered Barry, thrown onto the back foot again.
‘Anyway, there’s your other surprise and I suppose you won’t like that either.’
‘I don’t know what it is yet love, so I’m hoping I’ll like it.’
Diane turned back towards the doorway and called ‘Spike, come on in.’
Barry’s heart sank. Suckered again. In another second a burly shape filled the doorway.
‘Barry, this is Spike. I enjoyed his cock so much I had to have more of it so he’s staying for a few days.’
‘Here’s looking at you, me old cock, or should I say Cuck.’
‘Barry will do fine.’
‘Yeah? Well the thing is Barry I prefer Cuck, just so we get off on the right foot. I’m the bull, you’re the cuck. Get it.’
‘I’m not actually familiar with a precise operational definition for those terms. I presume they mean something precise to you.’
‘Doll, you didn’t tell me he was a high class educated cuck.’
Diane giggled. ‘Awesome, isn’t he,’ she said, her voice aimed at Barry.
‘The thing is Cuck, compared to you I’m a dumb bastard but I know what I like and Di here has a great cunt and beaut tits. I’m gonna take possession for a few days, and you’re going to like it. Right?’
‘I don’t have to like it, particularly as I had no part in choosing this.’
‘But Barry you said you’d like your present.’
‘Diane darling, I said I hoped I’d like it. I don’t really like surprises anyway.’
She tugged the lead, making Barry face her. ‘Well you’re going to have to like this one because Spike is staying for a few days.
‘Yeah Cuck. Learn to like it. Now go and get the bags from the car.’
‘You expect me to walk out there naked like this.’
‘Cuck it’s not about what Di and I expect you to do, it’s what we tell you to do. Now get the bags or I’ll whip your arse. Do you have a whip somewhere Di, a well set up house like this should have one handy. Yeah?’
Barry gave a despairing look at Diane but could tell at a glance that she was too wound up in sexual excitement to be thinking rationally.
‘Diane could you at least look and see if there’s anyone out there.’
‘Barry stop being fussy.’
‘Well why don’t you strip and come with me,’ he said, hoping to break into her mood.
‘While I’m around Cuck, she strips for me not you.’
‘What are you worried about Barry?’ said Diane.
‘I don’t want the neighbours to see. I can’t afford scandal. You know that.’
‘You let me play away, that might be scandalous.’
‘Too fucking right, she’s a walking scandal Cuck. You should be proud of your hot wife,’ said Spike.
‘I let you “Play Away” as you call it because it makes you happy and you do it a long way away.’
‘Cuck you are supposed to be following orders. That’s the way it is.’
‘You don’t need your bags right now because I can see that the pair of you are itching to get naked and copulate to a standstill. What about if I get the bags when it’s dark. Please Diane.’
‘He’s got a point Spike. What if someone called the cops?’
‘Do they do that round here?’
‘It is a bit, well you know, posh and picky,’ she said.
‘Wouldn’t they just laugh?’
‘If it’s a choice between laughing or the cops?’ said Diane, ‘I reckon it’d more likely be cops. Or if we were lucky they might close the curtains and pretend they didn’t see.’
‘Okay Cuck, after dark it is, I don’t want the cops nosing around. I’m getting tired of you whining. Di, get me a gag and let’s shut the Cuck up. Hey get that I made a joke, you gotta shut the fuck up ‘cos we’re gonna shut the cuck up.’
Minutes later Diane returned with a ball gag that was unceremoniously jammed in Barry’s mouth. Barry was then led upstairs. As Diane stripped Spike rummaged through the wardrobe and emerged with one of Diane’s silk night dresses.
‘Here you are Cuck, just the thing for you. I don’t like having another man naked when I’m working so put this on. Diane dropped the garment over Barry’s head and smoothed it into place.
‘Wouldn’t you like to wear this all the time darling. It suits you. What do you think?’
She grinned in his face as she kissed him on the cheek. ‘Pity you can’t tell me how it feels.’ She looked into his eyes for a moment. And whispered, ‘I know you hate it, but it’s fun, I like playing with you. I can’t do this with anyone else so pretend you like it just for me.’ She stepped back. ‘There,’ she said. ‘Now you can watch how a real man fucks your wife.’
Barry sank wearily into a chair and watched as they stripped. Spike made a big thing about revealing his cock, stripping in front of Barry and waving the thing at him.
‘This is what makes the world go round,’ he said. ‘I bet you’d like to suck it, except your mouth is full.’ He turned to Diane. ‘Does he suck?’
‘He sucks me,’ she said. ‘He’s good at that.’ She smiled wickedly at Barry behind Spike’s back and for a second he felt some warmth, or was it pity for what she was doing to him.
‘Well I’d better get started and show him how it’s done.’
Arrogant prick, thought Barry. Is he so lacking in confidence that he has to talk himself up and humiliate everyone else all the time? He watched as Spike crawled between Diane’s legs. She spread for him as wide as the could. Her hair’s growing back, Barry thought. She doesn’t shave it as well as I do. Maybe I should get her some laser treatment, it would save me having to do it.
Barry grudgingly accepted that Spike had enthusiasm but he lacked sensitivity. There was no sign that her nipples were hardening, no flushing, and altogether too much noise. Diane was faking. A smile was impossible with the gag, and perhaps as well not to show that he knew.
It was disappointing that she felt the need to hide what was going on, but maybe Spike was better with his cock. Diane had to fake; that was obvious when he thought about it. She’d brought this imbecile into the house and humiliated her husband; if the sex was bad as well… well it didn’t bear thinking about. For a moment he felt sorry for her. Why does she put herself in these positions, what was she trying to prove? That’s the problem with wanting everything, fall a little short and what would be heaven to most people is hell for you.
Lost for a moment in his thoughts he barely noticed Spike moving up the bed to wave his gorged member in Diane’s face. Her lips reached for it, her tongue sneaking out to play with the tip. How long till he rams the thing into the back of her throat? Barry began counting seconds… 46 to first plunge. Diane had obviously had plenty of practice recently. She used to gag on me, he thought, at least for the first few thrusts but this went all the way in one. He must be at least an inch bigger than me, so she’s learned a thing or two. If I ever get to fuck her throat again I won’t need to be so gentle. For a second the thought hit a buffer. I like being gentle. Could I bring myself to be that rough? Maybe she needs rough, but does she only want that from the away team? Don’t forget it, he told himself. This idiot can’t stay forever.
When will he leave? One way or another he had to have a serious conversation with Diane before Monday morning, or else it had to be plan B.
Choking Diane with his cock had obviously lost it’s charm because Spike was moving down the bed. From where he was sitting Barry had a good view of the prick being rammed into Diane. No subtlety. At least now he could see her face again. More noises, though these were hardly even her voice, just grunts of air forced out of her as her insides made room for the intrusion from below.
Does telepathy work? If I think really hard can I make her squeeze her pelvic muscles enough to make him cum quickly? Worth a shot, he thought, there’s not much else to do around here. At least it’s dark outside now, perhaps I should go and get the bags from the car.
If I get up and leave what will they do? He’ll probably play at being pissed off. Will she side with him? She’s treading on thin ice if she does. Maybe she needs reminding that she doesn’t earn any money and it’s my house. When she comes home and spends all night telling me about all the sex she’s had we have a good time and I get off on the whole thing. This is less fun. If the guy was the least bit likeable; if he had any redeeming qualities I suppose I might like it.
He watched for another five minutes, becoming increasingly bored. Did he dare close his eyes. Diane would notice. She’d say something. When she was in this mood he couldn’t rely on her support. Does she want to be rid of me? Is that what this is about. Pushing me till I’ve had enough; is that it? Have I? If she keeps doing this… What would I do if I left? Bury myself in work and be a boring as dust… Dry as dust, whatever.
Maybe I should screw around. It might spice up my technique; bring something back to the marriage. What would Diane think of that? She wouldn’t even have to know, I could play away the weeks that she did. That would be interesting. There’s the cage of course, but there had to be a way around that.
Day dreaming again. Are they still at it? In front of him Spike’s arse was still humping up and down. Diane was actually looking bored. She wasn’t even faking now. He focused on her, looking directly at her eyes, trying to imagine what was going on in her head.
That’s why it’s boring, he thought. When she tells me about her experiences I get to find out what’s in her head, and it’s a great place to be. I get all the extra details and the fantasies that come to her while she’s being fucked. That’s what’s missing. All I’m getting now is the flesh.
I’ve had enough of this. I can explain to Diane why I’m leaving and I don’t care a damn about what he thinks.
Barry reached up and undid the ball gag. He saw Diane’s eyes widen. He stood up and pulled her night dress off.
‘I’ll go and get the bags,’ he said.
There was a roar from Spike.
‘No you fucking don’t.’
‘Make up your mind Mister Spike,’ he said. ‘One minute you want me to collect the bags and now you don’t?’
‘I want to watch you collect them and right now I’m busy.’
‘Well get on with it then. Diane looks bored and you don’t seem to be getting anywhere. I looked like me watching was putting you off; so I thought I’d go and be useful.’
With that Barry walked calmly out of the room and closed the door behind him. He ran down the stairs and out to the car, opened the rear hatch and picked up the bags. He was almost back in the house when the camera flashed.
‘Surely you don’t find me sexy, dear boy,’ he said as he came through the door. ‘D’you fancy me, is that it? Or is this some plan for future blackmail?’
He strode past Spike and dropped the bags in front of Diane. ‘Your bags ma’am,’ he said. ‘Diane darling can you please stop this cock and bull of yours behaving like an idiot. I’m happy for you to get fucked all you like but I’ve had enough of the rest of this. I was looking forward to you coming home. I was expecting to have your usual fabulous description of your adventures and instead I have this person being rude to me and you on your back looking bored and faking it. I’m going to bed. I had something to eat earlier. I was going to cook for you, but you can send out for something. If you want me I’ll be in the spare room. Have fun.’ He walked calmly up the stairs to sounds of Spike yelling.
‘Hey Cuck, come back here.’
Once in the spare bedroom he locked the door and lay on the bed. That’s blown it, he thought. She’ll get really mad about this and threaten to leave but I can’t take any more, not this sort of crap anyway. She might as well know I have limits.
‘Well that’s rid of him,’ said Spike. ‘Good riddance.’
‘What exactly do you mean by that?’
‘He was cramping my style. I only put up with him ‘cos you said to. Waste of space. I mean what’s the point of having a jerk like that around?’
‘Well he is around and he keeps me. What do you think I should do. You seems to think you know a lot about such things.’
‘Push him harder, you don’t want him shoving you around. Make him pay for this for a start. No undoing that cage for a week or two and I think I should stay another day just to keep him in his place.’
‘There’s something up with him, he’s not usually touchy like that. You overdid it.’
‘Pushing hard is the only think I know. That reminds me I have unfinished business with your cunt and arse. Do you want to order take out and fuck after?’
‘What about before and after? How’s your stamina?’
‘That’s the spirit, forget the Cuck, he’ll get over it.’
‘I think he’ll stay in his room, he’s got a desk there and he said he had a lot of work to do.
‘You order, nothing too hot for me, you’re hot enough.’
Diane studied the menu for a minute and phoned an order through. ‘It’ll be about 40 minutes,’ she said.
‘Get your kit off, I want to see those tits again. I dare you to pick up that order in the nude. Have you done that before?’
‘Of course I have,’ she said. ‘I’ll tell you what though, sometimes it’s a girl that delivers, so if it is, you do it. Fair enough?’
‘Me open the door in the altogether? It’s not even my house.’
‘In the altogether with a hard cock. Give the girl something to remember.’
‘What’s she like this curry girl?’
‘She’s about five ten, covered in tattoos and rides a Harley Davidson.’
‘You’re kidding.’
‘Nope. Are you chicken? A dare’s a dare.’
‘You’re a hard bitch.’ Spike stopped for a second. ‘Yeah, a hard bitch, that’s why you’ve got your husband so tame. Bloody hell I wouldn’t want to be married to you.’ He stopped for a moment, conscious of an intake of breath. ‘You are something else,’ he said. ‘Was the Cuck right about you faking it?’
Diane let out a devilish little laugh. ‘Not much gets past him. When you were sucking me you were too aggressive and not paying attention. A woman needs more that that.’
‘You were moaning.’
‘I was moaning, I was trying to fool Barry, I wanted him to think you were better at it than he is.’
‘So I wasn’t?’
‘Nowhere near, I’m sorry. Barry loves me and he’s really good at that.’
‘Fuck.’
‘Oh you’re better at that. Size helps there. Barry’s not tiny, a bit above average actually, but I like them even bigger. Look if it bothers you why don’t you have another go. You’ve got time. You need to be good and hard when the curry girl gets here so I don’t want you cumming and getting floppy. Make me cum before she get’s here.’
For the next half hour Spike was subjected to a coaching session, every touch of his tongue being evaluated by Diane who was now grinning rather than faking. She had another man exactly where she wanted him and it was fun. Being cruel to Spike had no come back. She could be rid of him next week and somewhere in the back of her mind she felt as though she was getting her own back; not for her but for Barry. She wished for a moment that she could get Barry out of the spare room and show him what she was doing. No matter, she would tell him about it and make the story something he would remember and savour.
For that half hour Diane felt like a queen, and the whole time she secretly hoped that it would be the girl who brought the curry. When the doorbell rang she still hadn’t cum, though she had managed to keep herself hovering close to it. For the last ten minutes she’d been floating in an almost orgasm and used subtle movements of her hips and legs to stop Spike from forcing her over the top. The door bell was just what she needed. She pushed Spike’s head away and rapidly got to her feet and dashed to the window.
‘It’s the girl,’ she said. She turned, grabbed Spike’s cock and pulled him upright. She stood back for a second. ‘You’ll do,’ she said. She quickly dashed into the kitchen and returned with some money. ‘Go for it big boy,’ she said and rushed to stand beside the door with her phone camera ready.
As Spike walked towards the door, frowning and looking ready to grab her she reached with her spare hand and flipped the catch to open the door. ‘Smile,’ she said as she pulled the door open, ‘You’re on candid camera.’
She pulled the door towards herself swinging it open and back against the wall at an acute angle so that she could hide behind it. The door had a mirrored panel so that the person inside could see who was there but the outsider only saw themselves. Barry had put it in years ago because he said he needed to know who was at the door. From her vantage point Diane could see Spike in the hallway and the girl on the threshold clutching a large bag of takeaway curry.
‘If you think I’m pleased to see that monster,’ said the girl, ‘then think again.’
That put Spike on his mettle. ‘I bet you ain’t seen a bigger one.’
‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve seen it all and it’s not my scene. Pay for the food before I sling it where you won’t like it.’
Spike proffered the notes and the girl handed him the bag. She took one look at the money, said ‘Thanks for the tip,’ turned and left. Diane pushed the door shut behind her.
‘You bitch,’ said Spike, ‘you didn’t tell me she was a dyke.’
‘You should have guessed. Biker chicks ride on the back; the dykes drive their own bikes and she has a big one. Anyway, I thought there wasn’t a woman in the world that could resist you.’
‘Fuck you.’
‘I hope so,’ she said, ‘but lets eat first.’
Upstairs, Barry had noticed the food arriving, that gave him a chance to unlock the door and rapidly retrieve some clothes to wear in the morning. The way things were going he’d have to go to work on Monday with Spike still in residence. That was annoying because he’d wanted to talk to Diane about changes at work, but it would have to wait. There were ways around it but he did need clothes for Monday.
Downstairs Diane was feeling high. She’d had half an hour being so near to cumming that she had to walk with her legs apart to avoid natural friction taking her over the top. She had Barry locked away for the night and Spike on edge, needing to prove himself. This was going to be a good night.
She watched Spike eating with a barely controlled fury. She fed him some lager with the curry, but spiked it with a little vodka to help things along. When they’d eaten Spike wanted to wait. He was still obviously seething but a full stomach and rough sex didn’t go together. He needed to take his anger out on something. There was no point in riling Di, so it had to be the cuck. Before Diane could stop him he’d run upstairs and was banging on the door of the spare room.
‘Hey Cuck, how’s it going in there? You hungry, want some left overs?’
There was a long pause and no reply.
‘Did you hear me Cuck. I’m gonna fuck your wife so hard it’ll be coming out of her ears. Do hear me Cuck? She’ll be leaking cum all week.’
‘Knock it off Spike,’ said Diane quietly. He has to work in the morning. Knock it off.’
Spike pushed her away. ‘Hey Cuck, how you gonna get to work tomorrow. I got your clothes. I’m locking the bedroom and sleeping real late with your missus. I think I’ll fuck her arse in the morning and maybe ruin her throat. She’ll be leaking from everywhere and I doubt if she’ll be able to talk. None of those sexy stories for you Cuck. She’ll be croaking for a week.’
Spike turned, looking triumphant and set off back down the stairs. Diane followed a few minutes later.
‘Did he come out?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘What did you do that for? You’ve ruined the whole evening. and for what?’ said Diane.
‘What the fuck do you mean?’
‘You’ve had me, you were getting what you wanted. Why did you have to humiliate him?’
‘You did the same earlier.’
‘Yes, and I wish I hadn’t. He’s my husband, I’ll decide who humiliates him. He’s had a rotten day. I was a day late coming home and I didn’t tell him I was bringing you. I thought it would be an interesting surprise for him to actually see what I get up to. He loves me telling him about it. Instead you manage to turn what should have been a fun evening into a nightmare. You may have wrecked everything.’
‘Why? You’ll bring him round.’
‘Not if you’re here.’
‘Go and get him out. He needs sorting out. He shouldn’t treat you like that.’
‘The door’s locked. They are very solid doors. If he wanted to come out he would.’
‘Fine, then we’re rid of him for the night. Let’s get back to it.’
‘No,’ she said. ‘I want a drink. I need to calm down.’
Twenty minutes and some alcohol later.
‘Sorry,’ said Diane. ‘I shouldn’t have brought you. I got carried away.’
‘You’re still a hell of a bird. Have another drink. This is bloody good whisky that Cuck keeps.’
‘That’s the point isn’t it. That’s what you’ve fucked up. What I’ve let you fuck up.’
‘What?’
‘Look around, what do you see?’
‘A nice place, good whisky, what?’
‘Money,’ she said. ‘His money, that’s what you’re looking at. If he chucks me out, what have I got?’
‘He won’t do that.’
‘He could. I’m a slut, I’ve fucked every big cock I could find and he let me. He never objects. He makes it easy for me. He bought me a car so I could play away. He cover the hotels. Without him I’ve got nothing and what do I do? I spoil it by bringing an idiot back here who thinks because he’s got a big cock he can…’ She threw her hands in the air. ‘Can… Oh what’s the point. You should go.’
‘It’s too late for trains. I’m staying the night. That’s it. Maybe in the morning he’ll sort himself out.’
‘I suppose that’s what I deserve,’ she said. ‘Made my bed and have to lie in it.’
‘I thought you wanted it.’
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Fuck the shit out of me. It may be the last chance I get.’
Spike sat on the bed, legs spread. ‘Suck this bitch, and get it hard.’
Diane knelt in front of him and took his balls in her hands, weighing them thoughtfully. ‘Enough for three I think,’ she said, wanting to maintain control despite her pose at his feet. She ran her tongue around the head, licking, pulling back and licking again. Gradually she advanced down the length of the shaft licking all the way and as she came back towards the tip sucking it into her mouth, rolling her tongue around inside the warmth and then releasing the shaft again. She kept that up for five minutes, gradually taking more and more into her mouth until each cycle was within an inch or two of the end.
As she sucked him in again his hands moved to the back of her head and he forced the last two inches, holding her head in place, rocking slightly, forcing a gurgling noise from her throat until she was fighting for breath and then he let her go.
‘Don’t fucking stop,’ he said. ‘You can hold your breath a bit longer than that.’ He slammed her face onto his cock again, forcing more gurgles and after a minute more fighting. She pushed herself backwards, away from him.
‘Just because you’re pissed off with Barry, don’t try to kill me. He is a lawyer, you know. If you harm me he’ll crucify you’
‘Now you tell me.’
‘It’s none of your business what he does. I like rough sex, but don’t kill me.’
‘What sort of lawyer?’
‘I don’t know, something clever, I don’t bother about it.’
‘You bitch. It’s all about control isn’t it. Any bloody trick. Get on the floor like a dog, I want to see that arse of yours.’
‘Like this?’ she said turning around.
‘On the bed. I’m going to redden that arse of yours. You deserve some punishment for holding out on me. If I’d known he was a lawyer I’d never have come.’
The first whack on her behind made a loud crack and she yelled.
‘Don’t yell, I don’t want you waking the lawyer,’ he said.
Spike looked around the room and picked up his boxers. ‘You can suck on these,’ he said, stuffing them into her mouth.
Diane pulled them out. ‘I’ll yell all I like,’ she said. ‘That spare room is almost sound proof. He likes quiet when he works.’
‘So when I was yelling outside the door and he couldn’t hear me?’
‘Funny isn’t it,’ she said.
‘So all that sob story about what have I done was bullshit?’
‘Not all of it. You’re the reason he’s holed up in that room and I’ll have to deal with it. I still don’t know if you’ve ruined my life. I needed a bit of a laugh.’
‘You know what that means bitch?’
‘It means you think you can beat shit out of me. Yeah, go ahead but don’t leave any marks, otherwise I’ll have to show my lawyer.’
‘Bitch.’
‘Are you going to fuck me or not?’
Spike slapped her arse again and plunged his cock into her. No toying with her this time, just one solid plunge into the full depth. His grunt and hers happened together. He pulled out and slammed in again, muttering ‘Bitch,’ under his breath with each thrust.
The spare room door opened slowly and Barry listened to the noises from the master bedroom. He closed the door quietly behind him and walked silently downstairs. He risked a quick raid on the fridge, picking up a couple of apples and an unopened bottle of milk. From there he went to the door into the garage and returned a minute later with a set of bolt croppers. Looking around the room he saw Spike’s camera. It took two seconds to delete all the pictures. After listening for another moment he sneaked back up stairs. Standing on the landing he listened to the continuing grunting. He smiled and soon had the spare room door locked behind him.
He stood for a moment looking at the papers on the desk. Today had been good and in a way Spike behaving like an idiot had given him the chance to catch up on some work. He tidied up the papers and put them in his briefcase. Judging by the noise when he listened they would be at it for a while so unlikely to get up early. He set his alarm for six. Once that was done he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself.
He picked up the bolt croppers and carefully got one blade alongside the hasp of the lock on his collar.
‘Don’t cut you own throat,’ he muttered as he closed the blades. Once he had a solid grip he squeezed the handles and a moment later there was a satisfying clunk as the lock fell on the floor. He undid the collar and placed it on the dressing table in front of him.
‘What was she thinking?’ he said. ‘Was she trying to make me feel cheap or just being stupid.’
He looked carefully at the cock cage and wriggled the little padlock so that it was standing out horizontally. Another careful application of the blades and another clunk and the second lock was on the floor. He carefully removed the front part of the cage and placed that with the first lock and then bent down to collect the second lock.
For a few seconds he contemplated the cock ring that usually held the device in place. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
‘It’s nice, I like it, but it’s got to go.’ He eased first one ball and then the other through it and let his penis slide out through the ring. He placed it on the dresser with the rest and carefully wrote a note. Thanking his own foresight in putting an en-suite into the spare room he had pee and a shower and went to bed.
Across the landing Spike had unloaded one load of cum into Diane’s pussy and was now enjoying what she called recovery therapy as her mouth cleaned him and gradually got him hard again. By the time Barry was fast asleep and dreaming, Spike’s once again hard massive member was plunging into Diane’s rear entrance, causing stretching, pain, and a little bleeding but somehow much satisfaction at the same time.
An hour after midnight when they were both exhausted they showered.
‘No one else is going in that hole for a while,’ said Spike, slapping her arse. ‘If anyone does you’ll scream the place down. I hope Cucky didn’t have any expectations for next week, ‘cos I think he’ll be disappointed. If he gets in your pussy you won’t even know he’s there. Give it a week and you’ll be calling me up for a refill.’
Cocky bastard, thought Diane, and you aren’t as big as you think. I’m done with you, I just have to think what to do about Barry.
Neither of them remembered their dreams in the morning. Daylight woke them a little after eight. Diane eased herself out of bed, holding her buttocks together until she’d showered.
‘You’re gonna be eating breakfast standing up,’ said Spike.
‘One thing for sure I’m not driving you to the station.’
‘Sure you don’t want a refill before I go.’
‘No,’ she said as she telephoned the taxi
When he’d gone she stood in the kitchen for a moment. She needed to do something about Barry. She picked up the phone and dialled his office, getting through to his secretary. I’ll tell them that he’s ill, she thought, that’ll buy some time.
‘Angela, it’s Diane.’
‘Oh hi Diane, I can’t put you through right now, he’s got someone with him.’
‘What, Oh, um, well ask him to ring when he can.’
She dashed upstairs and found the spare room door open. At the foot of the bed was a neat pile of dirty laundry and the bed had been made. She stared at it for a moment, thinking what did he wear?
Her eyes strayed to the dresser and she stopped in her tracks, letting out a surprised gasp as she saw the collar and cock cage with two broken locks and the bolt croppers.
‘Oh God,’ she breathed, and picked up the note.
Sorry about yesterday. Sorry to spoil your fun. I have a lot on at work and some issues we need to talk about. I’ll phone you from the hotel.
B
