Assignment Pt 05

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it, I would love to hear from you. Mica xx Yorkshire, England

I was at home, Jules' car was in for a service. I picked her up from the garage then dropped her at work. The garage said they would deliver her car back to her when it was done, but that they didn't have any one spare to take her this morning, or a spare loan car. No worries.

My front door opened and Annette called out:

"Hullo, only me."

"Cripes Annette I could have been bonking Jules."

"She's not here, I saw her go this morning."

"The cleaning lady then."

"You don't have one."

"Okay, but, you know, knock please in future."

"God you're so touchy. Here," and she handed me a box.

It was a bog standard box of tissues. I looked at her questioningly.

"Look at the second 'e' in the name on the end."

I did, there was what looked like a small hole in it. I raised an eyebrow.

"It has a small motion sensor camera in it. It is connected to my server, here look."

She passed me her mobile, and there I was almost gurning. I moved the box around, the image moved.

"So what am I supposed to do with this?"

"I told you, I want to see you shag Jules. Put it in the room where it can see the bed next time you shag her."

"You are joking?"

"Nope, and if she grabs the box, there are real tissues inside. It will pass examination."

"Where the hell did you get this, are you a bloody spy or something? You can't just get these things anywhere."

"Ha ha, me? Spy. Don't be bloody daft. And yes you can get them anywhere, I ordered it off amazon, I put it inside a tissue box, and then put the tissues back. Good isn't it?"

"My god, I would never have known you can do that."

"And you work at the spy place? You must have things like this in your stores that you can go and get."

"Hardly, and I would not know what to do with one if I did. And anyway, I just do the wifi."

There I had told her a bit more, wifi rather than the looser term of 'networks.'

"Right, come on, let's try it out." And she headed of to my stairs, pulling her dress off and discarding it on the stairs. I shrugged and followed.

Annette had pulled the quilt back and was laying naked on the bed.

"Where do you think, without her noticing? On the window sill?"

"No, she hates things on windowsills. Here at the side of the chest of drawers. She probably would notice it, but not think it out of place." I put it on the chest and sort of pointed it at the bed.

"Come on, I need shagging," she said.

The garage phoned and said that they couldn't go and get Jules. I rang Jules and told her that I would come and pick her up and drop her at the garage, that we would go home, get changed and then go out for a steak. She knew that meant I had something to discuss.

All the domestics sorted, I had my shower before I went to pick Jules up, leaving the bathroom clear for her after we got home. We were in the Wagon and Horses for six thirty, again almost empty. I guessed it filled after seven. Probably rammed by eight. I know that it is a bit out of the way, but people will travel for seriously good food. We picked a different table this time, again close to the fire, and facing away from the bar, not the best, but they may well have managed to bug the other table. I dropped my napkin and had a good look underneath the table whilst I was picking it up. Nothing I could see, but then I am no expert in these things.

"Annette came round this morning and bought us a box of tissues,"

"Oh, that's nice."

We paused whilst the waiter bought us our drinks, a cloudy guest ale for me, and a fruit cider for Jules.

"Yes. I am instructed to shag you senseless in full view of the tissue box."

"Oh."

"Yes. So, best acting skills tonight."

"You know I don't act when I am with you."

"I know, and for that I am eternally grateful."

"I have no idea what her plans are, to blackmail me I guess, say something like I videoed us and sent it to her, and threaten to show it to you if I don't cooperate, something like that."

"Oh well, it'll be fun seeing what it is. Should I play all jealous, you know, 'I hope that you don't see that woman down the street whilst I am work' -- something like that?"

"Good plan, let us play straight into their hands."

The steak was, again, amazing. We will be sad to move onto a new pub, but we reckoned three visits was the most we could risk, and this was our second. A couple had come in to eat and chosen a table right next to us, so no further discrete talk, we switched into couple in love mode. The drive home was quiet and when we got in we were very handsy on our way upstairs and into the bedroom.

I give credit to Jules, "is that the best place you could think of for a box of tissues?" she asked as we stumbled into the bedroom and fell upon the bed. Soon our clothes were off, thrown around the room. I had tried to ping her knickers to get them to hang off the lamp shade, but I failed, not even close.

I gasped as my dick was surrounded by her mouth, her hand pulling my foreskin back and her tongue lapping on my rim, Lordy that was erotic. She licked then sucked, my dick disappearing down her throat, the clamp against my shaft feeling for all it was worth like her fanny.

"Oh my god woman," I gasped as she pulled slowly back, my dick coming into what felt like to cold of the bedroom.

She turned a little and lowered her fanny over my face, rubbing her valley along my nose, her wetness like a perfume as she slid back and forth, my nose filled with her aroma. She sucked my balls into her mouth and slid a finger back, under, and pressed at my sphincter.

Harder she pressed, incessant, gently squeezing my balls, almost to the point of pain, and then she was inside, her finger probing within me, seeking my internal button, I know I gasped loudly when she entered.

"Oh fuck Jules," I cried into her fanny, my voice muffled by her fanny lips, my attention long gone from the camera. She shagged my arse with her finger as I shagged her fanny with my tongue before sliding upwards and seizing her clitoris with my teeth and prodding its tip with my tongue.

"Argh my god," Jules cried," where did you learn that? You been shagging that blond next door whilst I am at work? I'll have your balls if you have."

"God no Jules, Jesus, I am not stupid you know."

We finished with an enthusiastic shag, and as Jules turned over to her side, I put a thumb up to the camera. I planned to give the tissues back to Annette when next I saw her.

Soo Lin came and knocked my door in the morning.

"Brother gone, you come, I borrow you now."

The sun shines on the righteous, and I certainly seem to be getting a full days sun each day. Metaphorically. I ran through the rain to Soo Lin's house and followed her indoors.

"I hear King come to city soon. Be good if I can borrow you whilst he is here. But I not know exact dates."

Well now, is that what this is all about? Is it something to do with the king's visit I wondered. Perhaps Annette and Pete were the diversion and the Chinese the real actors?

"Is he Soo, I didn't know that?"

Soo knelt before me and undid my trousers and pulled them and my underpants down, my dick springing free. I seemed to be having so much sex these days that I had started adding a Viagra a day to my vitamin tablets. Well, a man has to perform when expected. We never want to hear, 'don't worry, it happens to all men.'

Soo held my testicles and squeezed them gently before kicking the tip of my dick.

"I bet man clever like you, could find out king," she said between licks. I said nothing. The play had been made. I would seek advice from the office.

She applied a little more pressure to her squeeze and then moved back and stood up.

"We go up now."

I followed her to her bed chamber, again the bed almost impossibly low for me, literally inches from the floor and the strange mattress lumpy. She removed her clothes, unbuttoning her tunic before peeling it off, revealing that she was nude beneath. I followed suit and as she lay I bent down and blew along her crease. My tongue pressed between her lips, my hands easing her legs apart, she murmured appreciatively, as my finger found her entrance and gently pressed in and out in sequence with the movements of my tongue.

She tasted different from most women I encountered, I wonder if it was her diet of oriental spices. Did she spread MSG over her fanny to make it more delicious? That would be a clever ploy, I had no idea if it would be effective. Something else to ask the office.

I eased a second finger inside her and moved them apart, stretching her tunnel, as my teeth gripped her clit and tugged gently. Her nails dug into my shoulders, surely leaving gouges that Jules must see later, did Soo not care, or was it a careful component of her plan? I would care if the situation was actually real and not constructed.

I eased back, my fingers leaving her, I looked at her as I licked and sucked her juices from them. I hovered above her and held my dick at her entrance before slowly pushing, entering her, stretching her once more. Her eyes momentarily rolled back in her head and when my balls rested on her thighs, she smiled. I was filling her, depth and width.

I began to ease out, almost, not quite, my foreskin releasing and covering my head, I knew that would not last long, as I shagged in earnest, my foreskin would stay caught behind my rim. I paused, hovering, almost at her opening, and then I pushed back in quite quickly and pulled back and in, and back. I was shagging at a good tempo, her mouth gasping every time I bottomed out, her legs around my buttocks, her nails now lower down my back, still digging in painfully, did she sharpen them purposefully?

I could feel the tensing in the root of my cock, the little tremors in my balls, and my mind, my subconscious, not my work related mind, was chalking up another shag. Soo was tilting her head back, her fingers squeezing as well as digging, her heels pressing my buttocks, her thighs as far apart as possible, and the slap of our shagging echoed around her room, joined by her little gasps as I dove into her.

She gasped loudly and then her fanny squeezed my dick tight, her fingers almost caressed my lungs and she shuddered. As she orgasmed I released, my balls flooding her fanny as I ejaculated within her. A release throughout my body, a sense of accomplishment and relaxation as my seeds spurted within her, all tensions dissipating, and as my dick slipped from her fanny, a trail of white dribbling out of her.

"You done now. Okay," she said. I had to smile, it really was as if she were a Chinese call girl dealing with just another customer.

"Remember I want know when King come, I want to go see."

That afternoon I was polishing again, these chrome wire wheels would be a real chore if it wasn't for the fact that they let me be approachable.

"Hello Annette. I have a tissue box for you."

"Oh hell that was so hot. No keep it, I want to see more."

I got up off my seat and went to the garage and received the tissue box.

"No Annette, take it back. If Jules were to discover what it really was, there would absolute hell to pay, and it would be me paying it. She already suspects me of shagging you, finding that would probably mean my death, at the very least the separation of my balls, my dick and my body."

"You are so silly. Well I will sit and enjoy the video it made of you and me as well as the one it made of you and your wife. Could you imagine if she were to see them? Boy, you would be in trouble."

Here we go with the veiled threats. Jules and I knew that they would be coming. I suspected a trip to a new pub was in order.

"Did you hear anything about The King coming?"

Ahah, here we go, so this is what everyone wants to know. The office will probably not be surprised.

"No, no I didn't. When is he coming, I might try and get the day off and see it I can get to see him?"

"Well that is what I was asking you. He might pop into your office, there would planning from your people I would have thought. Just wondered if you had heard anything."

"Not a dicky bird, nada. If we are involved it would be very much need to know, and I wouldn't need to know."

"Well as a favour to me see if you can find anything out."

"If I do I can't tell you, you haven't signed the Official Secrets Act."

"Oh piffle." She waved the tissue box at me, "just try, okay."

The threat was quite clear.

I rang Jules and said that we were going out for a meal when she got back.

"Oh crumbs, twice in one week?"

"Yes, I can't be bothered to cook."

"Okay baby."

When she got home she washed and dressed and we went out to eat.

"I have heard good things about the Ling Bob in Wilsden, so I thought that we would try it."

"How far is it?"

"About thirty minutes, down on the left."

"Ah, okay. Can I put the radio on? You don't seem to like talking in the car these days."

Now that was testing the waters, if the car was bugged.

"Yes, driving round here is bad I need to concentrate, not chat, sorry, we can chat in the pub."

"Okay sweetie."

So, I have explained silence in the car, and Jules knew there was something important to talk about.

We got to the pub, and the car park looked quite empty, good. The menu it seemed was a mixture of English and Greek. I ordered pork chops and Jules order Greek meatballs.

A glass of wine each and we sat in the corner quietly awaiting our food.

"They've played their cards."

"Oh, who?"

"Both. They want to know about the King's visit. If I don't tell Annette she will show you a video of me shagging her, and one of me shagging you which she will say I recorded for her titillation. No idea what the Chinese angle will be yet."

"How do you want to play this?"

"I thought I would tell you this evening about the one off affair. We would go home in silence and I would move into the spare room, and we won't talk to each other for a while."

"How do we communicate then, obviously if we are not taking we can't meet for lunch or go to the pub."

"No. Haven't worked that one out yet. Might have to get a couple of burner phones and just text each other from the loo at work or something."

"That might work. Talk to the office tomorrow."

"Well yes, I have to go in and update them. At least now we know the focus of their attentions. I don't want to say target just yet."

"Agreed. Can we eat our food before you tell me?"

"Yes, by doing this I am not going to be blackmailed by Annette and Pete. The Chinese, well I don't know what they will threaten me with. We can worry about that later."

A couple came in and looked at us, no nodding or acknowledgement, well that wasn't very British of them.

"Evening" I called across.

They looked blankly at us and mumbled something and buried their heads in the menu. It just amused me that the last two times we have been out a similarly aged couple have turned up at a pretty empty pub and sat at a table near to us. Oh well, when we finished our meal they would get a pretty good show to watch.

The food was good and was really worth returning to try other items on the menu. After we had finished I leant forward as if saying something in secret to Jules. Jules threw the remains of her wine in my face and then slapped me, ouch, and then stormed out.

I went to the bar, "Bill please," I asked.

"Was everything alright sir?" the chap behind the bar asked.

"The meal was excellent thank you."

I swiped his machine and paid the bill and went out. Jules was standing with her back to the car.

"Don't speak to me, just take me home." She said, she was very good, I almost believed her.

At home she went upstairs and said down, "Don't fucking talk to me. You are sleeping in the spare room. I am going into the bathroom, you had better get what you need from my bedroom before I come out. If not, then I shall be waking up with your cheating balls hanging from my ears. And you can tell that bitch never to darken my property again otherwise I shall cut her tits off."

That should have convinced any listeners. I rushed up, got the few things I would need and put them in the spare room, shutting the door behind me. A man in my position would be trying to allow his wife to calm down and not antagonise her, so that is exactly what I did.

In the morning I went into the office, made an appointment with the Director and explained what had happened and what we had done.

"Pity," she said.

"Oh?"

"We could have played both actors."

"We could, but at least we know what their focus is, and Jules and I can put all our efforts into one area."

"I would still have preferred you keep them both in play. Right, I am sending a team round to sweep your house and your cars and phones. You can explain, if anyone asks, that this is standard practice following a domestic dispute. You can then tell the English couple that you have been suspended further to an investigation."

"Ma'am."

"When the bugs are gone you should be able to speak and act freely at home."

"When will the team arrive ma'am?"

"They are their now. The couple in the pub last night are ours. They were annoyed that you broke protocol."

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't know who they played for."

"The other couple, at the Wagon and Horses, as far as we can tell, just a couple out for a meal, but we shall keep digging."

"Ma'am."

I wouldn't need the burner phones, so I just went home. There was a white van on the drive, 'Pest Removals,' it said on the side. They were in the house. It was quite fascinating to watch. They went through room with small scanners and identified where the bugs were. When they had done an entire room, they put a device next to where it was hidden and pressed a button on a handheld thing that they had. There was a high pitched wine and then nothing. After they had done the whole room they moved to the next.

They were very thorough. They checked every room, the attic, the conservatory, the garden shed, the garage, the cars, around the garden.

When they had done at about four thirty, the team lead said, "one of the worst infestations I have seen."

"Oh? There were bugs then?"

"Yes, over one hundred, audio and video. Hidden in walls, plug sockets, inside your TV, in your kitchen cupboard hinges, that was a new place for us, thank you, in light bulbs, inside you bed frame. Oh yes, they were everywhere, including in your garden, your shed."

"Crumbs," I said trying to act surprised.

"Whoever they think you are, they really went to town. I have only seen more in an Ambassador's house."

"Christ, I am not that important."

"Well someone thinks you are worth the effort."

"How do I stop another infestation?"

"Don't let anyone in your house. I will leave you a detector, every time you think someone has been in, just scan the rooms. If a red light comes on then call us and we will come and deal with it."

They packed up and left and shortly after they had gone Jules arrived home.

"Just don't speak to me." She snarled as she walked past me into the house.

"it's okay Jules, the bugs are gone, you just missed them. Director is annoyed with me because I took one of the teams out of play. A team sweeping the house is SOP in cases where someone is suspected, in this case me, but not actually. For appearance's sake I am suspended and on gardening leave."

"Oh good. So you don't have to sleep in the spare room?"

"Of course not."