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It did indeed feel like hours but by the bedside clock it was only about thirty minutes later when I heard Alan walking slowly upstairs. I was still sitting on the foot of the bed, knees pressed primly together but no way of covering either my naked thighs or my virtually exposed breasts. I knew I looked a mess as I sat there but I was committed and would now have to play this out to the end, Charles’ way. The chance of Alan ever wanting to make love to me again, let alone in this state, was remote to say the least, in my mind anyway. With a start I realised Alan was standing in the doorway looking at me.

“I gather you enjoyed yourself.”

I bit my lip, realised I could actually taste Mister Chisholm’s cum on my upper lip as I did so, so hurriedly desisted. When I didn’t answer he repeated his question.

“I said, I gather you enjoyed yourself?”

I nodded, unable to bring myself to look up from the floor.

“I didn’t realise you needed something from your sex life I couldn’t deliver.”

“I’m sorry, Alan.”

“No. You’re not. You’ve got what you wanted, a powerful dominant man to cater to your every need.”

“No, Alan, that’s not true.”

“Then what is the truth?”

“I love you and only you!”

“But you put out for that man! You come home covered in his filth, expose yourself to my friend and the neighbours, and give me a DVD he made explaining the situation. What am I supposed to think? Do you know what the smug bastard said on the disk?”

“I think so.”

“He said I should come up here and take my pick, either screw you as you are or get you to wash first and then screw you. If I did that you would give me another disk showing what he did to you.”

I nodded numbly, this seemed to be going wrong in the worst possible way. I could palpably feel my marriage was over. Alan’s next words stunned me.

“Do you know what I felt then? I realised I’d got a real hard on at the thought.”

I lifted my head up to look at him, amazed at his words. Hope somehow flared through me.

 
“Alan. . .?”

“That’s right. When the disk finished I realised I had a raging hard on. Still do, the sight of you dressed like that is incredible. I don’t know whether to cuddle you and say ‘there, there’ or jump on you and ravish you. The problem is you’d enjoy the last and I’m not sure I should let you.”

“I always enjoy you making love to me, honey. Every single time. We make love, you make love to me, he fucked me. There is a difference, honey.”

“What?”

“Emotion. Sure he fucked me, hard, and I came, many times. It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me sexually...but do you know what thought was uppermost in my mind all the time?

“No, what?”

“I hoped what I was doing wasn’t going to destroy my marriage or your love for me!”

“But you still did it? Did what he asked, no, told you to do, and enjoyed it?”

I nodded, part of me still found it difficult to believe.

“And he told you what to wear when he brought you home?”

“Yes. . . Alan . . .”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

I didn’t feign the waterworks, they were for real. I think it left Alan nonplussed, the incongruous sight of me sitting there, in my slut outfit, covered in another man’s cum, crying my eyes out having professed my love for him. Hell, I think I’d have been confused! Hell, I was confused! That’s why I was crying.

“Amy.”

I heard him but just couldn’t respond.

“Amy! Look at me, Amy!”

I raised my tear stained face and looked at him through misty eyes.

“Answer me one question? Do you still want me, Amy? After that?”

I nodded, my heart in my mouth.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t think I can look at you like that for much longer without ravishing you myself.”

I smiled through the tears and raised an eyebrow, giving him a mocking ‘come hither’. For a wonder he smiled back.

“Lose those clothes, honey. I’m going to burn them. Please.”

He’d almost delivered that as an order and then added the
please
to take the sting out. I knew I loved him in that instant, but deep down the slut in me wanted him to make it an order and stop being so nice.

“Sorry, honey, I need to launder and return them tomorrow.”

I didn’t actually tell him I would be wearing the garter belt and stockings instead of tights to work.

“Oh. Okay.”

Standing, I reached for the only remaining button on the halter top and allowed it to fall away to the sides. I dropped it to the floor, realising he was still standing there in the doorway, watching me.

I stooped, bending low from the waist, side on to him to unbuckle my shoes, my legs relaxing apart. This of course caused the skirt to lift at the back to display my entire bum in profile. The other shoe followed and I stepped out of them. Next I unhitched each garter in turn, turning to either side to display first one thigh and then the other to him. The snap at the back of the garter belt followed and I drew it up and out of the skirt, adding it to the top lying on the floor. Finally I reached for the zip on the side of the skirt and wriggled out of it to stand in front of my husband, nude except for the stockings. Again I bent at the waist, my legs wider apart and partially turned to face him as I brushed the nylon down each leg in turn. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he clearly saw, for the first time, the bruises Charles had deliberately left for him on my inner thighs.

“Did those hurt?”

“A little, but in a good way.”

“Oh.”

Having slipped the stockings off my feet they too joined the miniscule pile of clothing. When I looked at it I couldn’t believe I’d allowed myself to dress like that, let alone be seen out in public. He moved from his position leaning on the door frame to open the door of the en-suite.

“Come on, honey, you need the shower. Once you’ve got most of that crud off, and I’ve put those in the washer, I’ll join you, and I’ll wash your back and then you can do mine.”

He smiled, and I smiled back. Looking down I could see he was still as erect as he’d said he was earlier, possibly more so.

“I’d rather you washed my front, Alan.”

I swished past him into the bathroom.

“Are you sure you want to watch this, Alan? We don’t have to.”

He nodded, although he didn’t look sure. We were cuddled up together on the couch, wrapped in our robes after our shower.

“Do you want to, sweetie?”

I bit my lip, trying to decide if an honest answer would be more hurtful than a dishonest one. A moment later I realised honesty would have to be the only route forward.

“Yes, honey, but let me pause it before the final scene please so we can talk.”

He looked at me questioningly.

“I think that’s the best point for us to talk. I’ll tell you when to stop it.”

He nodded
. What is it about men and their need to be in charge of the remote?
He paused again, still a little unsure, and then clicked the play button.

The screen jazzed for a moment and then cleared to reveal the inside of Mister Chisholm’s office as seen from his desk looking towards the door. This was obviously filmed yesterday, as I was sitting there in my shop uniform as he skilfully led me into revealing more and more intimate secrets. Ours voices filled the room as I sat half twisted toward Alan, cuddled up to him but able to watch both the video and Alan’s face. From the first moment I could see he was hooked as the drama unfolded. A few moments later the scene cut and then resumed with him showing me into his office this morning. My mind went back to that moment, only a few hours earlier, when he changed my life so profoundly. Alan continued to watch as on screen Mister Chisholm led me through that initial set of questions. I continued to watch Alan as he stared at the screen, unable to take his eyes off his wife being expertly controlled by another man, knowing I’d got out of his car this very morning intending to let this happen.

On screen I unbuckled my belt, here in the room I knew it was going to be difficult for him to watch as I stripped for another man. I shuffled closer to him, wrapping my arms around him, shrouded in the fluffy towelling robe but he took very little notice. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as I removed my jeans and was told to face the other way to display my ass.

Content to let him watch until he wanted to discuss something, I turned my head to watch the screen as well. My on screen self turned to face Mister Chisholm, my arms and head tangled in my tee shirt. At the time I’d felt quite vulnerable and wondered why he was doing it. Now I could see it from his viewpoint I no longer wondered, I had not only felt vulnerable I’d looked it too, in a very sexy way.

The DVD cut to another scene, this time with me standing on the shop floor, having just pulled the stockings on. Nothing else had happened yet. The view was from one of the security cameras and Alan grunted as if struck.

“He’s going to erase those tapes isn’t he?”

“Yes, honey, he promised.”

“He just said only if you behaved.”

“Honey, I behaved, now shh, just watch, this is where he gets to see my body for the first time.”

“Okay.”

He watched as on screen I slowly shed the bra and then, at another command
 
lowered my arms. Alan sucked in his breath as my breasts were displayed on the screen in front of him. I felt him shift slightly in his seat, trying to adjust himself. I decided to explore that thought later on.

On the DVD I was now naked and slowly putting the black lingerie on, when there was a muffled, ‘tie it loosely, it won’t be on long,’ from off camera and I saw myself shudder. Thankfully the screen cut again to another security camera shot from within my own department as I perched on top of the seating.

“God, you look hot in that outfit, Amy!”

His voice was full of wonder and I lifted my head to look at him, realising he was watching this as if it was a porno film, not as if it was his wife. He seemed detached as if it was unreal. His hand was surreptitiously adjusting himself through the robe, which merely confirmed he was hard again. My hand slipped down and caught his wrist.

“Let me, honey, you just watch.”

I wrapped my hand around his prick, still with the robe between it and my hand just as, on screen, Mister Chisholm smacked my backside. I felt Alan’s cock twitch. As the other copy of me descended into mindless babble as he manipulated me, Alan continued to watch, spellbound. As I heard Charles say, ‘What will your husband say when he hears you’ve been begging?’ he groaned out loud and his cock gave another lurch. When he watched as I came twice in quick succession, the second time bringing Charles off as well, he turned his head to look at me.

“Amy?”

“What, honey?”

“You are so fucking hot! Unbelievable. You could make millions doing that for a living!”

“Alan! Don’t you dare say such things!”

With my hand still wrapped around his prick, my arm tensed as if to pull it off and then I realised he was giggling.

“You should see your face. It’s a picture!”

“That is so not funny.”

“I know, babe, but I just couldn’t resist it. You do look hot though. I am so glad you’re my wife.”

That brought me up short. He’d just watched on screen as the first man other than him to fuck me, since we’d started going out together, brought me to two screaming orgasms. Then he said that! My temper disappeared and I snuggled down closer to him, my hand now moving to undo the belt on his robe, anxious to make actual contact with him.

“You’re insatiable,” he whispered.

I just grinned up at him, intending to ensure the memories of this moment were long lasting in all the right ways. I’d expected the camera to cut to the film he’d made in the electrical department, as I’d not seen any cameras in the mirrored lift. It was a real shock when it cut to the scene in the lift with Mister Chisholm, already half way through unbuttoning the dress to reveal naked skin underneath.

“Oh my God!”

“What is it, Amy?”

“There weren’t any cameras in the lift.”

Then the penny dropped.

“He’s got security cameras behind the mirrors! Sneaky bugger!”

“Shouldn’t that be ‘sneaky master’?” Alan asked, chuckling a little.

“Don’t start!”

My free hand swung off as if to hit him but he caught hold of my wrist easily. We wrestled for a moment and then he was kissing me, hungrily rather than gently as normal. My other hand by now wrapped around his naked prick, squeezing and moving slowly up and down as his tongue found its way between my lips. On screen Mister Chisholm gently guided me down to the floor of the lift. Here at home my mouth had left Alan’s and descended to fit over his distended, rigid cock.

When Alan finally came in my mouth, not something he normally did but I had no intention of letting him pull out, he was watching the screen over the top of my bobbing head. At that very moment, on screen, my alter ego was bringing Charles Chisholm to orgasm as I crouched between his legs, dressed in the weird parody of a schoolgirl outfit.

Suddenly I realised what was next and pulled my mouth off his softening cock. Swallowing the remains of his cum, I tried to speak but words wouldn’t come. I waved my hand but he was engrossed. In desperation I grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Thankfully the video stalled before the camera cut to the final scene in the office. I wasn’t ready for Alan to see that final confession just yet.

“You alright, babe?”

I nodded and smiled.

“I think it’s time we had a talk, before you watch the last scene, honey.”

“Ah . . . Okay.”

“How about a drink?”

“You just had one, Amy.”

I looked at him and he was giggling again, then the penny dropped and I realised what he meant. Despite everything that had happened so far today I blushed. I mean really, really blushed. This turned his giggle into a full blown roar of laughter and after a few seconds it was infectious enough for me to join in. At that very moment, with the two of us rolling around on the couch screaming with laughter, the telephone rang. We let it ring for a while and eventually Alan got his breath back enough to answer.

“Hello.”

I could just make out a familiar voice on the other end. It was Pete, the guy who had seen my arrival earlier and Alan’s best friend.

“Hi, Pete. No we’re fine, aren’t we, Amy?”

“I’m fine, Pete, so is Alan. Speak to you soon. We’re a little busy right now.”

This reduced Alan to another fit of giggles and I took the phone off him.

“Honestly, Pete, we’re fine. Look I‘ve got the cash for the fuel pump. Alan will drop it by on his way to work in the morning. Gotta dash. Bye.”

I clicked the cut off button resolutely. Already I could hear Peter trying to ask questions about earlier; questions I had no intention of answering, not yet anyway. They were questions I had no intention of letting Alan answer either.

Alan looked at me.

“If it rings again, don’t answer it. I mean it! We need to talk. And I still want that drink.”

“Okay, honey, what do you want? Wine or beer?”

“Beer please, Alan.”

Two minutes later he plonked himself down on the couch next to me once more, handing me a cold bottle of Bud. As I took a swig he cheerfully planted the cold butt of his own bottle on the exposed skin of my neck, eliciting the required squeal.

“Alan!”

“Hey hon, no more, promise.”

“We need to talk, Alan.”

“I know, honey, but I need this drink just as much as you do, you know how sex makes me thirsty.”

“You had a blow job. I did all the work.”

His mouth teased up at the corners, trying to suppress a smile.

“Okay, let’s talk. Why do we need to talk before you let me see the final scene?”

“Because . . .”

“Because what? Oh my god! He brought someone else in didn’t he? Someone other than him fucked you?”

I was shaking my head as he babbled on.

“No, honey. Not that.”

Deep down I was thinking,
Not that, not yet
.

“What then?”

“Honey, think about it for the moment. You have just watched me have sex with another man, twice. I’ve performed a sex act on him, masturbated in front of a camera and generally paraded round a large shop stark naked, or as damn near to it. At his command and at his touch you’ve watched me have at least a dozen orgasms. Your reaction? To laugh and make jokes. I need to know how you really feel, honey.”

His face took on a serious cast, and he took another long pull at his beer before he turned to face me. Taking my chin in the fingers of his free hand, he tilted my face up so that we were only inches apart, looking directly into each other’s eyes.

“Amy.”

I held my breath.

“I love you.”

I tried to say something but one of the fingers gently gripping my chin came up to brush across my lips to silence me.

“I think I always have, from the moment I set eyes on you. The first time we made love I knew you’d enjoyed it, I certainly had, and I know you have every time since. But I also knew very early on there was something I couldn’t give you. You understand me?”

I nodded mutely.

“Well, for a long time I thought it was because you wanted me merely to be rougher with you, but I couldn’t be. I loved you too much to do that. You remember that morning you jumped on me and mounted me and told me to bite your tits so you could have a love bite before you went to work.”

“I remember.”

“I did as you asked and you squealed in agony and then came hard, drenching me.”

I smiled.

“I remember! I think that was the best orgasm you ever gave me.”

He nodded in return.

“When you came out of the bathroom ready to go to work, in your pink candy striped uniform, I opened the top buttons to see the mark.”

“I know, I thought you were going to take me again. I was so wet at the thought.”

“I didn’t go to work that day. When you came home I was all red eyed, said I’d got some metal dust in there because the goggles slipped, and they’d sent me home as a precaution.”

“Yeah I was really worried about you then.”

“I didn’t even go to work, Amy. I stayed in bed and cried my eyes out all day long.”

Instinctively I leaned forward and clasped his head to my chest.

“I knew then I couldn’t give you what you craved, sexually.”

“You gave me everything I wanted, Alan.”

“
Wanted
yes, but deep down you craved something more. Your conversation with your boss yesterday and allowing him to do what he did today satisfied some part of you I can’t reach. It’s like you had an itch that I couldn’t scratch. He could. He did.”

“Honey . . .”

“No, Amy, you said we needed to talk and we‘re talking. What you told him was perfectly correct. You tried to get me to fulfil your fantasies and I couldn’t. Each time when you asked me to dominate you, I either ended up giggling or stopping the fantasy to make love to you instead.”

He wrenched his head away from my hands to look at me again.

“I can’t give you what you crave. But I don’t want to lose you.”

This close I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. I threw my arms around him and hugged him close.

“You are so
not
going to lose me.”

“What if he wants to do this again? Will you?”

“I think you need to watch the rest of the DVD.”

Leaning over, I pressed play. We watched the final scene from Mister Chisholm’s office in silence.