A lot of my stories are based on true experiences, some keeping very close to the facts, some have a lot of artistic license. This story is true and is as accurate as I can remember it. As with a couple of my other stories, this is from my time living in Christchurch in the early eighty’s.
I had only been married a few months, my wife and I were renting a small bungalow in a very average part of town, we were saving hard for our own home. Living next door was a guy (Wayne) that was around my age; he lived with his elderly mother. We spoke a few times and found that we both played squash, this led to us playing a few games, and having some beers after the games.
After a month or two, he brought his girlfriend over to meet the wife and I. She was very attractive, but strait-laced and stuck up. My wife and I quickly noted that she ruled the roost, was moody, and had very strong opinions that were usually quite the opposite to Wayne’s. Now I should say that Wayne was not really my type, he was a bit of a mummy’s boy and worked in an office. I would guess he was 5’6”, fair complexion, very slightly overweight and had a moustache (I’ve never been that keen on moustaches).
Whereas I was 6’1”, and in those days, very fit. I was self-employed doing physical work, everything from concreting to putting a new roof on a house and minor alterations. But whenever Wayne came over, I gave him the time off day and was happy to take him on at a game of squash every now and again. Probably because I always won!
After I had known Wayne for about a year, he broke it to me that he and Diane intended to get married. I tried to be very diplomatic and asked him if he knew what he was doing. We had seen a bit of the two of them over the year, and she put him down constantly, they always seemed to be at odds with one another.
He complained a lot about never getting any sex, and what he did get, didn’t seem to rock the boat, so to speak. In fact, on more than one occasion he told me that he reckoned she hated sex. But he was under the illusion that once he got married the sex was going to improve out of sight and be happening several times a week.
I tried to give him some advice about marriage, along with the fact that if sex was not good before a wedding, there was unlikely to be very much improvement afterward. A bit more questioning and I sussed out that the main reason for him getting married was that he had been offered a job promotion. The position was for managing his firm’s office at the airport in Rarotonga. He had been offered the position, but it was pointed out to him that preference would go to a married couple.
One thing that amazed me was Diane seemed to be pushing Wayne into the marriage. I mean the way she acted and spoke about him behind his back, had me thinking that she really thought he was a bit of a twit. Yet she seemed to have changed her tune now that a good job and travel were on the table.
Nothing I said made any difference, we were duly invited to the wedding, and a very flash affair it was. Her parents seemed to have money and Wayne’s mum had been saving for years for this happy day. Their honeymoon was over in New Orleans, where very conveniently Wayne was being sent to attend a conference. When the conference was over, they were to spend a week in the Caribbean.
I saw them once when they got home from the honeymoon, just before they shipped out to Rarotonga for two years. He said it was a fantastic honeymoon but almost under his breath muttered that they only had sex a couple of times on the honeymoon. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but only twice did seem a bit rough. However, I bit my tongue and didn’t tell him “I told you so.”
A couple of years later, we had a call from Wayne one evening to say they were back from Rarotonga and would we like to come to their place for dinner. I wasn’t that keen really, as I had never been that close and I expected not much had changed with their relationship. So it would be an evening of their snapping and sniping at each other.
But my wife said we had to go as we had been to their wedding – I think she just wanted to find out how things were with them, as neither of us ever thought it was a marriage that would last.
Dinner was just as I expected, we heard all about their time in Rarotonga, how much they had earned, how lucky they were, etc., etc. But Diane hadn’t changed, she still bossed Wayne around and put him down a lot. I have to say my opinion of her went down, even more, she really was a bitch. Even my wife, who was pretty tolerant, admitted that Diane made things pretty difficult and that it had been an uncomfortable night. We saw them only infrequently after this.
About a year later Wayne called me to say they had bought their own home and could I come around and give them a quote for a double garage. I turned up on a Saturday morning and saw what they wanted, quoted and they gave me the go-ahead. It took a few weeks to tidy up some current work and get the appropriate permits, which meant I was ready to start in March.
When I did get started on their garage, it was late summer and pretty hot, so most days I was working in just a pair of shorts and was as brown as a berry. Diane, I found out, was between jobs and not starting work again for another month and so she was around the house most days I was there.
On my first day on the job, Diane invited me in for morning tea and then again to have some lunch with her. This was the first hint I had that she was not all that I had thought. As I went to put my shirt on to go inside she stopped me. “Leave that off, it’s hot in here as well and you look good like that.”
I would always put my shirt on to go inside at anyone’s house, so I felt a bit uncomfortable but did as she said. I also noted she had spent a bit of time dressing herself up.
Now, most days my work took me around to houses where only the wife was home. It was the norm to make morning tea for the builder and sometimes this would involve going indoors, but usually it was brought out to you. Much rarer to be made lunch, but it did happen. I had even had the odd wife get dressed up and act very flirty. But I never made any moves, as I had heard of builders getting blackmailed and not getting paid for their work. So this wasn’t an entirely new situation for me. But I had problems associating this new behaviour with Diane and so was even more determined to keep my distance. It carried on like this the next couple of days, with Diane making plenty of sexual innuendo’s while I was in the house.
On Thursday I had not been working very long when Diane wandered out to talk with me.
“Morning Dave, you’re looking very hot this morning,” she said.
“No! not too hot yet thank goodness,” said I, knowing exactly what she was playing at.
“I’ll bring you out a cuppa at about 10:00, you’ll have to have it out here on your own as I have a guy coming around to measure up for curtains.” She said, before wandering back inside.
I noted she had spent a bit of time getting herself done up this morning. She had a short dress on, which made me realise that over the years I had not seen her in a dress very often. Slacks mostly or even a trouser suit when she was going to work, and I noted that she actually had bloody nice legs.
As promised, she brought out my cuppa about 10:00, and soon after a car parked on the road outside and a guy I’m sure I had seen before wandered in and was met at the door. They disappeared inside and I thought nothing much of it, after I’d drunk my cuppa, I carried on working.
I was doing some of the framework that morning and when I got up on the ladder to nail the top plate down, I had a clear view of the two of them, through the big lounge window. The two of them were sitting at the dining table; Diane back to me, slightly side-on, the curtain guy was facing her, a little to her left, so I could see most of him.
My initial thought was that she had made him a cuppa as well, and they were talking about fabrics, etc. Now I was at least 30 feet away and looking through a window on an angle, so it wasn’t like I had a really clear view. And he would not have had a clear view of me, as probably only my head was showing over the garage’s wall. It looked like he was stroking her knees, and as she leaned back and he appeared to move his hands much higher. But I knew her, and thought it couldn’t be. I convinced myself he must have some fabric in her lap, that he was showing her. Then, to my amazement, he just stood, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her out of my line of sight.
I had a bit of a double-take at what I thought I had just seen, and yes I was certain I wasn’t dreaming it. Was she in trouble in there? No, she didn’t struggle, and didn’t seem to be concerned by his actions. While I was trying to make some sense of all this, he appeared briefly in their bedroom window and closed the curtains. I really did know what was happening, but just couldn’t bring myself to believe it. Even though I knew she had been flirting a bit with me this week, I had known Diane for a good while and I knew her as a frigid bitch that didn’t like sex and most often was ridiculing men in general.
Again I worked to convince myself that he was working on selling her curtains.
The guy left about 12:30, again I had the feeling that I knew him, but I just couldn’t place it. About 1:00 Diane brought me out some lunch and acted pretty normal, certainly not like she had been playing around. But I did note she had changed her clothes, something much more casual now.
Friday was back to me being asked inside for my cuppa, but the flirting had all but disappeared. So I started to tell myself it was just my dirty mind fantasising the whole episode. But I couldn’t deny what I had seen.
That weekend I met up with a good mate of mine ‘Ivan’, he’s a dirty bastard and he has gotten me into trouble a few times. As this story is as much about him as anyone, I had better describe him.
I’d known Ivan for about 6 years at this time. He’s 5’9”, not fat, but you know its odds on he will go that way in later life. No one would describe him as fantastic looking, but he’s easy on the eyes and has brown hair with a lot of grey running through it (I think he started going grey at around 19). We hit it off pretty well and we had a lot of common interests (motorbikes & women mostly). But with respect to women, we were exact opposites, oh we both played hard, and had an eye for the ladies, but we approached our liaisons from polar opposites.
Ivan could walk into a party of twenty or thirty people, and within half an hour would be talking dirty to some woman. Then shortly after that was likely to be in a spare room banging them up the arse (his favourite). Whereas I was brought up by my mother and she had drummed into me that you respect women and treat them like ladies. I probably got a lot more women with my approach, but it often took days, whereas Ivan was usually wham bam and thank you.
We met up at the pub most Friday nights after work. And several of those Friday nights there had been a lady go ballistic about having her arse grabbed, in fact at least twice that I remember, I got blamed and had my face slapped. It was Ivan; he would reach past me and give them a tweak then act the innocent. He of course thought this was hilarious, and if after all my protestations of innocence, they figured it was him, he could invariably talk his way out of it. And on more than one occasion, had them out in his car, later in the night, shagging the arse of them.
He always seems to have a bit on the side and tried to get me involved in all sorts of sexual endeavours. Many guys I’ve known that act like Ivan, are all bullshit, but I have been in enough situations with Ivan, to know that when he tells you he had some untouchable babe “up the arse”, I always knew it to be true.
Anyway, I told Ivan about what I thought I had seen, and about Wayne and Diane. His immediate response was, “I know the one, she’s a Sub, I knew it.”
“What do you mean she’s a Sub?” I responded.
“That’s the bird in the trouser suit that was at your birthday party six months ago. I was waiting for the toilet in your hallway, she was also waiting. I started giving her a hard time about wearing a trouser suit to a party. She gave me some response about not giving lecherous bastards like me, a look up her skirt.”
“I fired straight back that she must have a pretty ugly beaver if she was scared of someone seeing it. The banter went back and forward, until I told her to stop talking about it, and show me this beautiful snatch, so I could judge for myself. I expected her to come back with another barbed comment, but she hesitated and blushed, so I guided her into the bedroom and told her to open her trousers and show me. She did! Just pulled her trousers down at the front, whipped her panties aside, and bared all. Beautiful black beaver, I was just about to give her a right old rogering, when we heard her husband outside looking for her. Tried to keep her there, but she did herself up and slipped out into the hall and I couldn’t get her alone again all night.”
“For fuck’s sake Ivan, only you could get away with that. But what did you mean she’s a Sub?” I asked.
“She’s subservient. Wants to be treated rough, tied up and stuff, you know,” said Ivan.
“No! You don’t know her; she’s a right bitch and absolutely rules the roost in that marriage. I just don’t believe she would ever be subservient to any man.”
Ivan looked at me like I was a bit slow. “Davy boy, you think you know women, but trust me there are plenty of women out there that are dying for a bit of rough and to be ordered around.”
“Shit I know that, but not Diane, No Way. I’ve known her for about five years now.”
The look Ivan gave me was that of a father to his son – when a ten-year-old boy was trying to convince his father that Father Christmas was real.
“When are you back there working?” asked Ivan
“I’ll be there Monday again and probably be finished late the following week, depending on the weather.”
Ivan looked a bit pissed. “I have to go away this week, but I’m around all next week. I’ll call around for morning tea and we’ll see who knows Diane the best.”
Monday I was back on the job and nothing untoward occurred. There was a bit of light banter between Diane and me, but nothing out of the ordinary. The job progressed and I did have the odd thought about what if, but there was no indication that she would or had played around.
Friday night I met Ivan down the pub, with a few mates, as we usually did. During the night he brought up Diane and was I still working at their place.
“Yes, and I still haven’t changed my mind, in fact watching her this week, I’m even more convinced you are wrong about her.”
“Well I’ve freed up the morning next Tuesday, so I’ll be around for morning tea. What’s the address?”
I gave him the address but felt the first pangs of nervousness bite into my stomach. He nearly always seemed to get away with it, but this was different, if he stuffed this up, I had two weeks of work I needed to be paid for.
So I had a word with him as we were leaving the pub. “Mate maybe this is a bad idea you coming around to Wayne and Diane’s place. I don’t want some bloody misunderstanding costing me the job.”
“Hey, I will read the situation, if it’s not on, I’ll back out. Promise! I won’t stuff it up for you.”
We left it at that.
Monday night he called and told me he would turn up around at 10:00 the next morning, and that I should warn Diane I had a friend dropping in, but not to tell her who he was.
The next morning when I got on the job at about 7:30, I heard Wayne and Diane having an argument, it was pretty heated. I was considering calling Ivan and telling him today was not going to be a good day for him.
Just then, Wayne stormed out the door, and without even acknowledging me, he drove off to work. Diane wandered out about half an hour later, and mentioned to her, that I had a mate calling around at 10:00 and could he have a cuppa with us, or should I call him and tell him to leave it for another day.
“No, let him come, I need company, Wayne was being a bastard this morning,” said Diane, then she asked, “Do I know this guy?”
I was a bit taken aback by her seemed enthusiasm but put it down to her being at home alone most days.
“I don’t think you know him, but you might have seen him at my birthday party,” I replied
So around 10:00, Ivan turns up. He’s dressed in shorts, a ‘T’ shirt, and sandals. I wondered how he achieved this, as he goes to work in a suit most days. I asked him how he got past his wife dressed like that. But at that moment Diane calls from the front door and tells us the jug has boiled, come on in. So we head for the house, without me getting an answer.
My first shock is Diane, she standing in the doorway dressed in a short navy skirt. She’s got high heels on and I take in just how great her legs are. I really had to take a second look. I’ve not described Diane before, as I’d not seen really seen this side of her. She’s about 5”4”, fair skin, shoulder-length black hair, and quite attractive. But this is really the first time I have looked at her as a sexy woman and not the bitch I knew her to be.
I’ve always known she had a great set of tits on her, covered today with a white blouse from which a black lacy bra was showing through. But now I noticed just how slim her waist was and those nice childbearing hips to go with the jugs. Have I mentioned the long shapely legs that were extended from the short skirt? Of course, I have. I suddenly realised that Ivan was probably right about her playing around, you don’t dress up like this in front of two horny guys and not expect them to start flinging the innuendoes around. But I still was dubious that this would go anywhere.
I was nervous though, when I got married, I had made myself a pledge, that I would remain faithful. I had played around a lot before getting married, I don’t mean half a dozen women, I mean a lot. And I knew myself; I felt if I played around it would inevitably lead to the end of my marriage and I had taken my marriage vows very seriously.
But while I hesitated, wondering how I could reverse the situation I saw unfolding, Ivan stepped in front of me and said. “Hi Diane, remember me? The last time I was standing in front of you, you were flashing that ugly snatch at me. We were interrupted, so we have some unfinished business.”
Diane looked taken aback for a second and a bit puzzled, then she stepped back, recognition dawning in her eyes.
Ivan wasn’t at all fazed, he moved up to her, took her elbow, and moved her in through the front door. “Cup of tea you said.”
“Yes,” Diane nervously blurted out.
I’d never seen her on the back foot in all the time I’d known her. Ivan steered her through the lounge, dining room, up to the kitchen bench, where he helped her with the cups and directed her to bring the biscuits and teapot to the dining table.
I just followed, not wanting to get in the way and fuck this up. I was starting to get interested in where this would go.
When she came over and placed the pot on the table, Ivan asked. “Have you got any knickers on?”
Again Diane blushed, looked a bit flustered, and just nodded, muttering, “Of course”.
“Well get them off, we both want to see this famous fanny you were bragging about.”
“I wasn’t! You are making that up,” she said, looking at me. I think she had just realised the implications of me being there.
“I won’t ask a second time Diane, get your knickers off.”
Diane hesitated, looked hard at Ivan, saw he was serious and then remarkably, slipped her hands under her skirt and pushed her tiny black panties down past her knees. She stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot.
I did about ten double takes, I was just flabbergasted!
“Walk over here.” Ivan motioned her to stand in front of him.
She did! Stopped right in front of him and looked down at her feet. I was fucking amazed. Ivan sat forward and lifted her skirt up above her waist. This was before the days of shaved fannies, but it was obvious she had spent time trimming it. He cupped her fanny in his hand for a second, then moved her around to face away from him.
“Bend over Slut. I want to inspect this ugly snatch properly.”
She flushed red, there was a slight hesitation, and then she bent at the waist and put her hands on her knees.
“You were right, it’s not an ugly snatch at all. In fact, I think it’s worthy of some attention don’t you think, Dave?” said Ivan, and calm as you like, he slid two fingers into her. “Shit, she’s bloody wet already.”
“Come and have a feel, Dave,” Ivan beckoned me.
I stood and moved over beside him and cupped one of the globes of her arse. I had to agree, it was a mighty fine butt. And as my bloody prick started to rise, my pledge of fidelity just floated off into thin air.
Ivan stood and moved around in front of her, unbuttoning her blouse and removing her bra. So I ran my fingers between those nice puckered lips and twirled them around, marvelling also, at how wet she was.
Ivan then pulled some red cord from his pocket, moved one of the kitchen chairs over, and bent her over the chair back. He started with her arms. He had her shoulders resting on the top of the chair back and he tied her arms and wrists to the back legs. She didn’t offer any resistance other than to mumble unconvincingly that she shouldn’t. Bloody hell, I could not believe it.
Ivan and I had had a couple of threesomes, but I had never seen him this dominant before. I was also a bit worried about his using such filthy language with her. He kept telling her things, like that she was a ‘fucking beautiful slut’.
He moved around behind her and nudged me aside. Then spread her legs and tied each one to the front legs of the chair. The four lengths of cord he used were about 4mm thick, soft, and looked like it had been used many times. The dirty bugger had come well prepared.
As Diane stood bent over, in only her navy dress and high heels, Ivan moved around in front of her and pulled a blindfold from his pocket. He slipped this over her head and adjusted it over her eyes, making sure she was properly blindfolded. Then reaching over her he lifted her skirt up onto her back, exposing all her charms to me. She was reacting to everything he did, with movements that told me she was really getting turned on. Fuck! My already hard cock twitched and grew another inch.
Indicating to me that I should get Percy out of my pants and do the business, he unzipped and thrust his cock at her lips and forced her to take it into her mouth. I still had a faint uncertainty about this, knowing I should be exiting the room with all haste. So rather than diving straight in, I reached under her and started kneading those gorgeous hanging tits, thinking I’d just get a feel of those and leave. Straight away I could feel she was very aroused, her nipples were hard and erect. I took each nipple between my fingers, pinching, and needing them. This elicited the first sounds from her, a low moan that lowered in pitch to a long drawn out groan, and her breathing quickened.
Right at that moment, a flash of Navy blue moved in my peripheral vision. I looked out the window, and there was Wayne’s car pulling up the drive.
“Fuck! Wayne’s home,” I yelled. “Grab all the clothes, I’ll hide her in the bedroom.”
I slipped an arm under her waist and holding her and the chair out in front of me, headed for the hall. There was no time to untie her. Ivan stood locked to the spot, holding his cock out in front of him and seemingly wondering where his blowjob had gone. Diane’s reaction was a little more normal, she panicked and started jerking around trying to get herself free.
“Ivan!” I yelled. “Get the fucking clothes and follow me.” Then I stuck my mouth to Diane’s ear and told her to stop moving. “I can’t fucking carry you if you’re jerking around like this.”
Thankfully she went still and I raced her up the hall to their bedroom. And ‘thankfully’ I found Ivan right behind me with all their clothes. I shoved both of them into the bedroom pulled the door shut, then strode back to the lounge.
Luckily Wayne was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw him coming out of their half-built garage. He had gone looking for me before he came inside. The relief that I had some seconds to compose myself, was like a heavy coat dropping from my shoulders.
I quickly looked around, checking to see if there was anything else that would give us away. Just the two cups of tea, that sent a wave of panic through me, then I figured I may be alright, at least there were not three cups.
“Hi Dave,” said Wayne, pushing his way through the front door. “Where’s Diane, I’ve come to apologise.”
“She took off for the bedroom, saying she did not want to talk with you yet,” I said it as loudly as I thought I could get away with, hoping Diane and Ivan could hear me.
He didn’t even blink at my feeble excuse, just moved over to the hall, and went up to the bedroom door. He tried to push it open, it did not budge, so he stepped back and called to her.
“Diane! I’ve come home to apologise. I was in a cranky mood this morning, over how you had been acting. I’m sorry. Open up and talk to me.”
There was silence, and just as he was going to push the door again, I heard a muffled response from Diane.
“I can’t hear you, open up!” Wayne exclaimed.
Much clearer now she replied, “I said I don’t want to talk with you now. We will talk tonight. Go back to work.”
Wayne turned to leave and saw me watching him. My presence must have spurred him to act more like the man, as he turned back to the door and had another go at entering. He pushed at the door and yelled he was coming in.
“You enter this bedroom and I’ll not speak to you for a month. Now go to work, I may be ready to talk with you tonight,” Diane yelled at him.
Wayne’s head slumped and he came slowly back out into the lounge and stood looking hopelessly at me.
“God she’s moody. I haven’t had sex for a month, and when I tried last night, she bit my head off. It’s not fair.”
“Wayne, go back to work, I’ll have a talk with her. ‘Go’, it will be alright.” And I put my arm around his shoulders and maneuvered him to the front door.
As he walked to the car, I sat down at the dining table and took a sip of tea. It was cold, thank god he did not decide to sit and drink with me, that surely would have rung some alarm bells. And I took in the glaring space where the dining chair was missing, surely he had noticed that…. Couldn’t have, too screwed up with his own problems.
I watched him back down the drive and once I was certain his car had departed the street, I headed up to the bedroom.
“He’s gone, open up.”
There was a bit of shuffling around behind the door, then Ivans grinning face appeared in the opening.
“That was a close one, Davo! Thought we were goners. How the fuck did you carry her out in front of you like that, bloody Popeye couldn’t have done that.”
I marvelled at the fact that Diane was still tied to the chair and blindfolded. The dirty bugger had not even tried to release her. In fact, I found later, he had rammed the chair so that her arse was hard against the door to stop Wayne from getting in, then leaned over her and pushed both his hands against the door as well. Then realising his favourable position, had rammed his cock back in her mouth. Which was why her first response to Wayne had been so muffled.
Ivan dragged the chair out to the foot of the bed and entered her from behind. Diane gave a frustrated sigh, then as he upped the tempo, I saw her getting into the mood again.
I just slouched down onto the bed and sat watching, still in shock from our close shave, and not too sure if I wanted to go on with this. But as I watched Ivan thrusting away, and sticking his finger in her arse, I felt my own arousal start to grow. Then realising I would never get this chance again, I stood and dropped my shorts.
Ivan beckoned me over to take his place, and again moved around and pushed his prick back into her mouth. It was covered in her creamy juices and she sucked and savoured it like she would a lollipop. Diane was really into it now, hips banging back against my thrusts and stretching her neck out trying to get all of Ivan’s prick in her mouth.
“Oh, you want it Bitch.” Ivan started up the dirty language again. But far from damping her ardor, she seemed to light up with renewed energy, if that was at all possible. The moans she was uttering, sounded very much like she was about to climax. So I upped the tempo and reached forward to pull on those rock hard nipples again.
Then she was coming, body jerking against the cords that were restraining her, and trying to tell us she was coming, around Ivan’s thick cock that was plugging her mouth.
Her enthusiasm brought me to an amazing climax, I just held on tight as the undulations rippling through her body, milked me dry. Withdrawing, I hobbled over, on very shaky legs to sit on the bed. But Ivan just slipped out, stepped around behind her, and took my place. Diane turned her head around and asked Ivan to give her time to catch her breath.
He did start slowly, but soon was driving into her with much harder, deeper thrusts. He’d not really given her any time to come down from her first orgasm. It took no more than a couple of minutes and her hips were pushing back hard against him. I marvelled at the fact she started showed all the signs of another orgasm building.
I was fascinated, over the years Ivan and I had had a couple of threesomes together, but I had not seen this side of him before. Soon it was all over, he came with a rush, pulled out, and shot all over her, much of it landing on her back and skirt. She wasn’t quite there and moaned her disappointment at his withdrawal. But he wasn’t finished, he went to work fingering her fanny and her arse, smacking her arse, one hand reaching around to squeeze her tits, spoke the most filthy things in her ear, and soon drove her to another noisy orgasm.
Her body was still wracked in the throws of her orgasm, as he beckoned me off the bed.
“Common Davo, we’ll go have that cup of tea now.”
I held back, “Shouldn’t we untie her first?”
“Fuck no!” Was his reply, “We haven’t finished with her yet.”
The tea was stone cold, of course, so we boiled the kettle and found some salad and tuna in the fridge, then sat and ate lunch.
Ivan looked at his watch, “Shit it’s after 12:00, I have to go. Bugger! there’s a lot more I want to do with her yet. You’ll have to sort her out, she’ll want a bit more pretty soon, she’ll be getting bloody horny in there. Go out and hammer some nails, that will get her pretty wound up.” He went out to the car, brought his suit back in, changed, and then left for work.
I tidied up a bit, then went out to the garage and nailed on a couple of weatherboards. But I couldn’t concentrate and after hitting my finger, I went back into the house, and into the bedroom. What a sight, Diane was wriggling around, trying to loosen the cords, but Ivan had secured them far too well. I must remember to take those cords with me. I thought.
I took a leaf out of Ivan’s book, put on my toughest sounding voice, and asked her, “What shall I do with you? Let you go, or fuck you?”
I fully expected her to yell blue murder and demand her release. Instead, I heard a quiet, mumbled response, and had to ask her to speak up.
“Fuck me please?” Was what I heard, clearly this time.
I took in the sight before me. Her fantastic figure, long shapely legs, her round butt now partially covered by the short navy skirt that had dropped back with all her wriggling around. Trickles of Ivan’s and her juices were running down her legs. I lifted the skirt up onto her back again and took in the wonderful sight. Her arse, taught and stretched, as she still had her high heel shoes on, and I stared in rapture at her irresistible, pouting, well-used orchid I had exposed.
Fuck, I was hard again. But I didn’t want to just stand there and whack it in. The years of watching her mistreat Wayne, giving me a hard time if I made a slightly sexist joke, and generally being a right stuck-up bitch. Had me wanting I wanted to savour this and watch her face as I fucked her.
So I set about untying the cords, then carried her over to the bed, flipped back the covers, and laid her on her back. She protested for a second, and I realised she probably was having misgivings about doing it in her marital bed. And did think about where else I could fuck her. But then she spoke up, “we’ll make a mess in the bed.” She wasn’t at all concerned about the marital bed.
One thing I had learned today, was that she got her rocks off by being told what to do. So I just replied to her, that she had the rest of the day to wash the sheets, and I pulled her high heels off, crawled across on top of her and pointed Percy at the promised land.
It was a wonderful fuck, long and adventurous. I took her hard, then slowed and was gentle, before upping the tempo again. I enjoyed myself sucking on and kneading those wonderful breasts and nipples of hers. She was nothing like the Diane I had known for the last four years. She was responding to every move I made, calling out for me to fuck her harder and then asking me to wait for her to come.
I was in the seventh heaven, and when she had worked herself up to the point where I knew she was about to come, I gritted my teeth and concentrated hard to bring myself to a peek as well.
I spoke dirty to her, nothing like what Ivan had weighed into her with, but the language I used seemed to do the trick. We exploded pretty much together, noisy and rough. Her yelling at me to fuck her harder, which I thoroughly enjoyed, again thinking about how bitchy she had been around me over the years.
When I climbed out of bed, I saw we ‘had’ made a hell of a mess of the sheets. She had some washing and cleaning up to do. It was nearly 2:00 o’clock, bloody hell, where had the time gone.
I didn’t talk to her again that day, I saw her moving around in the house as I worked. But I just got as much work done as I could concentrate on, then headed home. That’s when the guilt hit me.
The next morning when I turned up at 7:30, Wayne was out of the house, and over to talk with me.
“Don’t know what you said to Diane, but thank you. We had sex last night and then again this morning. Best I have had in years.” He couldn’t contain himself and was grinning like the cat that got the cream when he drove off to work.
A while after he had left, Diane came out to talk. She wanted me to assure her, that Ivan and I wouldn’t tell anyone about the day before. I gave her the old ‘off course we won’t’ and promised her we would stay mum. Then she asked if I would get Ivan to come around again sometime. And coyly asked if I wanted to have lunch with her. But I declined, I was a bit screwed up about my being unfaithful.
I didn’t go inside the house again in the days until my completion of their garage. I’m pretty certain Ivan did visit her again but didn’t discuss anything with him at the time, as I was so guilty about my part in the whole episode. We do bring it up and have a laugh nowadays though. He always brings up the sight of me carrying her out in front of me, her naked, tied to the chair. And we have a laugh at the situation we got ourselves in.
Epilogue – well there are actually two of them.
First I went to collect my money a week or so after I finished. Wayne had said he would pay me cash. I was meant to be there before 8:00, but was late and missed them. I knocked on the door and looked under the matt. But nothing. Then there was a voice from across the fence. “You hoo! I’ve got your money inside. Wayne has left it with me.”
So I wandered over and was invited in and offered a cup of tea. I’d seen her around quite a lot when building the garage. She was about twenty and had two young toddlers. Nice looking, a little overweight from having the kids I surmised.
Then she floored me. “I saw you and your mate doing Diane. I had a clear view from my spare bedroom, I watched you in the lounge and the bedroom. It’s had me horny for days, my husband doesn’t know what happened and can’t cope with me being like this!”
I tried to bluster my way out of what she was insinuating, but when she explained about my carrying Diane out of the lounge, tied to the chair. And that she didn’t understand how we got Wayne to leave without sussing what was happening, I knew she had indeed seen it all.
Then she made motions about me taking her into the bedroom, she had both kids in a playpen, and said they would be fine for an hour or so. I made excuses about how I needed to be somewhere, and as much as I wanted to, I had to go.
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The other funny thing happened later that year. I was, as usual, down the pub on a Friday night, when I spotted Wayne with a load of his workmates. And standing next to Wayne, was the guy that I had assumed was the curtain salesman. The one that I had seen with Diane that first day she played up. I kept an eye on the group and noticed a girl in the group that I knew. Later I caught her eye and when she wandered over to say hi, I asked her about the curtain guy.
“Oh, that’s Greg, Wayne’s his boss,” she explained.
I said I thought he had been around visiting Wayne’s wife one day when I was working there. And that I was told he was a curtain salesman.
She laughed, “Oh no, he was having an affair with her. I think it’s been over for a few months now though.” Then she floored me with, “Half the guys in the office have slept with Diane, everyone knows she’s the town bike, has been for years.”
“Shit does Wayne know?” I asked.
“I don’t think so, although how he does not know amazes me, there are three guys in that group tonight that I know have slept with her, and a couple of others that I think may have.”
I still wonder today, what happened to their marriage. Are they still together? And did he ever catch her out?
You just don’t ever know how the other half lives.
