Roger Pt 03

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Roger series, reading the earlier parts will help set the scene

"We need you to step things up with Pete and Annette."

"Oh, really?" I was a bit pissed off. I mean, fucking spooks are just a load of crooks themselves. Basically if I do not do what they tell me to do, then they will ruin my life, and possible the life also of the few people I care about.

"Yes. Accordingly you will be working from home this afternoon."

"Oh, doing what?"

"Do you really think we give a shit what? As far as your staff are concerned you will be working from home. When you get home you will find that Pete and Annette are also home. Hopefully you can engage with them."

I hated the spooks with a passion that was possibly unequalled. I rang Ronnie before I left the office.

"So, what is happening with your mum?"

"Well, hopefully, I won't need to go down there tonight."

"That's good."

"Yes, it gets tiring, keep going down the motorway."

"Well yes, and worrying about your mum will add to you feeling tired."

"Shall we go over the road for a carvery? That way if you do have to go to your mum at the last minutes, not a problem food wise, and if you don't, then easy in terms of clearing up etc."

"Yes, okay, that's a good idea."

So, everything okay there, setting the scene or ordinariness was crucial when practicing deceit. I packed up the laptop and a few papers and folders, told the team I would see them in the morning, and left.

I had the radio playing quite loud with the windows open when I drove past Pete and Annette's, in the hopes that they would notice I was home. I stripped off and ran the shower. The door knocked. I threw a robe on and went down and answered.

"Hello Pete, I was just about to go in the shower."

"Well now, that is good timing. Are you finished for the day?"

"Well, I am supposed to be working from home, but I don't know if I can be arsed to be honest."

"Could I perhaps suggest a different way to spend the afternoon?"

"And what would that be?"

"Annette and I are having a friend over, actually she is due any minute, she would probably love to meet you."

"Oh, well I need a shower and put some clean clothes on, I will pop around in a few minutes then, okay?"

"Yes, oh, by the way, we don't use names, okay?"

Well, that suited me down to the bloody ground.

"Oh? Okay then, right."

I went back up and showered, making sure to thoroughly rinse off any residue of shower gel, believe me it can be quite unpleasant to get a gobbet of gel as you run your tongue sensuously through someone's crevice. Linen shirt, boxers and chino's, sandals and I locked up and went next door and knocked. Annette opened the door and ushered me in with a finger to her lips. She held my hand and took me into her back room.

"We will undress here," she whispered quietly taking her robe off, "and then go up. Please try not to say anything, but you can do anything, okay?"

"Yes" I whispered back as I undressed, "anything to anyone?"

"Yes, but really the guest should be the focus."

"I just thought it might be more fun to fuck Pete's wife."

"We can do that anytime lover, with or without him, today we have a treat, you will enjoy her."

Both naked we went up stairs and into their play room. There was a woman laying on the bed, her breasts were tied up in rope, squeezed tight they bulged looking blue and sore. There was a peg on each nipple. Her wrists were tied together and the rope went up to a pulley above the bed. I noticed a lashing point on the wall. I looked at Pete and Annette, they just shrugged.

I took the rope and slowly pulled, lifting her arms above her shoulders, and then the rope got heavy, I was lifting her weight and she started to moan as her shoulders took the strain. I pulled more, her back was off the bed, her arms stretched high above her. I tied the rope to the lanyard leaving her partially suspended. There was a selection of straps and buckles at one side of the playroom, I took a strap and slapped it across her stomach.

She cried out, I slapped again, two red wheals in the shape of an x came up across her stomach. Annette passed me a small pointed probe tool. She put her fingers to her mouth and then showed me a wheel control on the side. Annette then placed the point on the woman's clitoris and rolled the thumbwheel. The woman gurgled and spasmed and peed, and lay sobbing as she convulsed, her fanny opening and closing, an orgasm rippling through her.

'Electric' Annette mouthed. I nodded. As I stood Pete got onto the bed and straddled the woman, her mouth was just at the right height, and he pushed his cock into her mouth, the woman sucking and slurping as he fucked her mouth. I felt a hand on my cock, Annette had me in hand and was giving me a slow wank as her husband fucked the woman's mouth. I turned to her and ran my finger along her slit, feeling her wetness, rubbing the bump of her clitoris. I realised I still had the strap in my hand.

I grabbed Annettes hand and turned her quickly around, grabbing her other arm and binding them with the strap. I forced her to her knees and using a second strap I bound her wrists to her ankles, and then tipped her forward, her head to the floor, her arse in the air. I knelt behind her and spit on my cock and pushed straight between her fat fanny lips, fucking deep into her. Pete looked over his shoulder and smiled and raised a thumb.

I fucked deep and hard, knowing that this must be uncomfortable for Annette, her head pressed on the floor, her arms forced backwards, and I didn't care. I stopped short of climaxing, I didn't feel particularly 'potent' and would probably be mister limp for quite a while after I ejaculated, and there was no hurry. I might yet abuse Pete, that would be a laugh. I pulled out and left Annette bound on the floor and contemplated my likely success at catching Pete unawares.

Little chance. Pete stood back, I gestured about picking up Annette and putting her on the bed to lick the other woman. He helped me pick her up and we placed her kneeling in front of the woman, and the way Annette was tied, all she could do was lay against the woman's crotch. I had a strap in my hand and was about to give Annette a strap slap when I saw my chance. Pete had his hands behind his back as he watched his wife work the other woman's fanny. I quickly slipped the strap around his wrist and secured it, and then by tapping the back of his knees, I got him on the floor. I strapped his ankles together and slipped the strap through the wrist restrain. He was tied like a bunny, what to do with him?

I absolutely did not want to touch him in any way, but I was very aware of the role I was supposed to be playing, and I was supposed to become a fully-fledged swinger into bondage and fucking just about anything. I decided that sucking his cock was a step too far for me, but there were other things I could do. I rocked him forward so he was on his head and knees. I ran my hand along his buttocks and then reached around him and grabbed his cock.

That bought me closer to him than I had intended, and my cock was caught underneath him, and as I wanked his cock my hand was hitting the end of my cock, a very bizarre sensation, I was wanking a cock and didn't have the sensation of it, but I had the stimulation at the end of the stroke. Looking down I could see his arse just above my cock and as I leant back my cock rode up his arse cheeks. I mentally swallowed and then decided to go for it. I got up and got the lube from the side and gave my cock a good coating. I knelt back behind him and pressed my cock at his arse and pushed, with my eyes shut and tried to imagine it was a woman's arse, not Pete's.

I pushed and at first there was resistance, and I thought that nothing would come of it and that I would have to finger his arse first, to get him open and ready, and then his muscle relaxed and my cock slipped in and pushed all the way up to my balls, Jesus that was a shock. He was surprisingly tight, tighter than Annette and also tighter than Rene or Gill, in fact, his arse was the tightest I had ever fucked.

In that it was the first male arse I had little to compare to in terms of men, but I really did expect, what with his lifestyle, that his arse would be looser, well fucked already. I pulled back almost out and then pushed in hard again, and again and again. He was squeezing me so hard I knew that I would not last long, and again, I didn't want to cum yet. I reached around and with my left hand talking my weight, I took his cock in my right and wanked.

It felt very weird. As I wanked his cock his arse muscles flexed and as I was buried deep in him, every move of his muscles felt like a move of mine and it felt like I was wanking myself. I tried to divorce the sensations from my cock and tried to think more of revenge and humiliating him, rather than pleasuring him and me. I squeezed his shaft hard and wanked as fast as I could, a full length of travel on his cock, white knuckles as I worked to make him cum.

I felt his arse tighten even more and his back seemed to spasm and then I saw all of his muscles go tight and a groan escaped from him, and I realised he had ejaculated. I let go of his cock, amused that because of the angle he was at his come had splattered his own face. I wondered if his mouth had been open at the instant he spurted, that would have been delicious. I fucked a couple of times hard into his arse and then pulled out.

I actually really did not want to cum in his body. I left him on his head and knees and went to the bathroom and washed my cock. I didn't know if they did arse to mouth, the thought revolted me, but then, having a cock in a blokes arse used to revolt me, now, it was just a fuck. But I hadn't asked them, so, in deference to them I washed my cock. Back in the playroom Pete had rolled onto his side and was trying to free himself. He looked at me as I walked in and I shook my head and wagged a finger.

I pulled Annette up and off the woman and put her on the floor by Pete, his cock just a lick away. It would be up to them how they completed that manoeuvre. I got on the bed and fisted my cock into the woman's mouth. She got the idea quickly and worked on my cock, licking and sucking, and as I looked over my shoulder I saw Annette had the end of Pete's hard again cock in her mouth. I met Pete's eye and as I fucked the woman's mouth I reached under and played with my balls and ran a finger along my arse.

The woman was very skilful, and she had me quickly on the brink, I put both hands on the wall above the bed and started to lose myself, imagining it was Gill that was sucking me, and a smile of joy hit my face as I ejaculated down an unknown woman's face.

I let her lick and suck me clean, then I pulled away and got off the bed. I undid Annette's restraints first, amused that she just used her free hand to hold Pete's cock and wank him as she sucked. I undid Pete's restraints and gave him a friendly slap on the back and left them to it. I dressed in the other room and let myself out and went home.

Gillian was at work for the next few days, and so we couldn't get any time together and I was not fussed whether I ran into Pete or Annette, Rene was an area I was trying to go slow on and Pati was just too fucking distant at the moment. Life has these little moments of co-incidence that take you by surprise. I was thinking about phoning Joyce when she sent me a text. 'call if u can'

"Hello Joyce, how are things?"

"Things are good. I have something I want to ask you, a favour really."

"Okay, well, if I can, you know I would be happy to help."

"Can you come round and have coffee, it will be just coffee, I have a friend coming over who I want you to meet."

"Okay, should I be worried at all about your friend? Is he going to exact some diabolical revenge for something that I don't realise I have done?"

"Silly man. No, just come around please."

"Okay, now?"

"Yes."

So, Ronnie was going straight to her Mothers, so she wouldn't be back until around ten, so, why not, it was an easy way to lose some hours. I decided to walk, locked up the house and headed off.

"Roger, a minute, please." Shit, it was Annette.

"Hello Annette, how's things?"

"Do you realise what you did?"

"What do you mean, what I did?"

"Well, apart from being totally amazing and giving us the most amazing session, but you took Pete's cherry. He doesn't quite know what to think. Nothing bad, just, it wasn't quite how he imagined it happening."

"Oh." I thought about that for a minute. "So, let me guess, he is quite happy to rape other peoples arse's, but never had a dick up his own arse. How did he think it would happen?"

"Well, actually, he had no idea. The fucking other people's arses is just a power thing, he just never expected anyone to have that power over him. How did you feel?"

"Well, if you really must know, I shut my eyes and imagined it was you."

"Oh God, how kinky, I am so wet just thinking about you fucking my husband in the arse whilst you fantasise it is me. God, that is so hot."

"Good, look, I have to go, I am being picked up at the end of the road, I'll catch you later. Go give Pete a wank for me, bye." I walked off before she could say anymore.

I walked around the corner and out of sight do my best to rid myself of the mental image of Pete's arse. As I walked up to Joyce's door it opened, she had been watching for me.

"Come in Roger, how are you?" She kissed my cheek as I entered and I returned the peck a I slipped my shoes off.

"I am well Joyce, you are looking very well turned out as always, I feel quite scruffy in my polo shirt."

"Stuff and nonsense. Now, come in and meet Christine."

"Lead on, white no sugar."

"Cheeky." We went through to the sitting room. Sat in the single chair, Joyce has a 3,2,1 settee arrangement, was a woman, a little younger perhaps than me, certainly younger than Joyce. Beautifully attired in a plain blue low cut dress, blond hair in a mid length cut, with sad looking blue eyes and a slightly masculine look to her. Not ugly or plain, just, well, an edge of masculinity that I couldn't quite shake.

I walked up and bent forward and kissed her cheek. "Hello, I'm Roger, and you must be Christine, well Joyce has told me so little about you that we can sit and get acquainted whilst she makes us delicious coffee. I have mine white with no sugar by the way."

"My God Roger," Joyce said, "give the poor woman a bloody chance. Chrissy, another coffee?"

"Yes please." Her voice was deep and very sexy, and I began to wonder if she used to be a he, I had seen photo's of some of the Thai Lady Girls, all woman up top, all boy down below, and I had to be honest, they still looked masculine even with an impressive cleavage, and Christine certainly had the masculine look and sound. I looked at her throat, no Adam's Apple, interesting.

"So Christine, how long have you known Joyce and where have you been hiding?"

"I have known Joyce for more years than I care to think of, let's leave it at that. You, how long have you known her?"

"Oh a while, but perhaps not as long as you. We meet at a street party a while ago, and then I helped her fix her wardrobe door."

She laughed, a deep laugh full of melody. "God she never changes. That old one. I sure that you were able to help her out."

I laughed too, "Oh, she has used it before has she? Well, I thought it quite a neat trick to be honest. So, come on, what other tricks can you reveal?"

"Oh, no, that wouldn't be right, I couldn't do anything like that."

"Well, let us not worry about that, tell me about you, where you live, are you married or single, where do you like to holiday, that sort of thing."

"No. You tell me about you. You tell me one thing, and I will tell you the same thing about me, you start."

"Oh, okay." I called through to Joyce, "Looks like truth or dare, if you want to come and play when you bring the COFFEE in." I emphasised the coffee, talking always gave me a dry throat.

"Right Christine. Technically I am married."

"What do you mean technically? You are either married or you are not."

"I have a wife, we live in the same house, but separate beds in separate bedrooms. We do not have sexual relations."

"With each other or with anyone?"

"Cheeky question, but I think by your rules you have to tell me about your husband or boyfriend or girlfriend situation, then I will answer that and then you will have to answer the same question."

"No one in my life. That answers both questions"

"Okay, Christine, I have to say that I find it quite incredible, you are beautiful," well a little exaggeration never hurt any one in my view. "I would expect there to be a queue of men, and probably a few women too, waiting to take you out and seduce you."

Joyce came in with the coffees. "That has never been her problem," Joyce said. "It is always a little later,"

"Joyce, please, no." Christine interrupted, "you promised."

"Chrissy, what I told you was that I knew a guy who would absolutely help you out. He can't help you out if you don't talk to him."

At this point I am beginning to think that what we might have here is a middle aged virgin who wanted to get laid but was too scared to go beyond the first stage of a relationship. I needed to know more.

"Girls, hush. Now, Christine, you are currently not in a relationship nor having sex. I assume that has not always been the case? My God, listen to us, I cannot believe I just asked that question of you. Christine feel free to get up and slap my face, I was very rude." I hoped I had a twinkle in my eyes and a dimple in my cheek, I was trying to make light whilst getting the answers I wanted.

"So, no, you tell me, how many relationships have you had? Are you in one right now apart from your wife, you tell me." She paused a sipped at her coffee, "then I might tell you something."

I wasn't sure how much Joyce knew, so I wanted to be careful about how much to reveal.

"Well, there is a lovely lady I know who suffers an occasional wardrobe malfunction, I think that we share a relationship." I took a sip of my coffee.

"Is that it? I don't believe it is. If you expect me to think about talking about me, you have to talk about you."

"Okay Christine. Well, okay. I have a relationship with my neighbours."

"Both of them?"

"Yes."

"Good God, how does that work?"

"Well, we, well, look, I don't really like going into the full technical details."

Joyce looked at me, quite sternly and then put her cup down in a very deliberate way. "Spill the beans Roger. Believe me, after what I have seen, nothing is going to surprise me, and Chrissy needs to believe that you are being candid with her."

"We have sex, I mean, what more do you need to know?"

"With him as well as her?"

"Yes."

"How does that work, do you both do it to her, or what, please, tell me, I do not understand."

"Well, it is simple, yes we both have sex with her, but obviously that is not all we have done."

"Well it isn't obvious to me, I mean, have you. You know, done it with him, the whole thing?"

"Joyce, what is going on here? This feels a bit like an interrogation, no offence Christine, but I have just met you and we are talking some very personal and private things, and what I answer could be damaging to my home life and work life."

"Roger, this is just us three, please, be honest, if Chrissy can trust you enough, then you may be able to help her, but she needs trust."