This is the next part of the story of Amy and my life together after we first got married. I've tried to keep it as close to what happened as I can. I hope you enjoy.
CHAPTER 4 - THE WILLING WIFE
It didn't seem to be long before the next 'Charles evening' came around. We had discussed whether Amy should go down to see him again, but whatever I said to try to dissuade her wasn't enough.
"It wasn't so bad last time, and it'll be ok. Don't worry."
This time I hung around, and the evening panned out much as the earlier one. Amy went downstairs around eight, then came back just before ten. She looked tired, and her make-up was gone and her hair damp. After her shower we had a chat.
"How was it?"
"Much the same. We were a little more adventurous, but it went well... And I got £400 in cash so that can go in the house fund."
"Adventurous? In what way?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Well, yes, and no... I don't know."
"I can tell you if you want..."
"OK... tell me if you want to.. what happened?"
"We did more play, and he wanted me to 'get into the part' a bit more - you know, act as if I was enthusiastic. I think I managed that pretty well, because the tip was bigger."
"Did he...?"
"What?"
"Did he... come like last time?"
"He came, but it was different."
"How?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"I don't know..."
"When you do know, ask me again."
"Amy! I don't know if I do! Did he fuck you?"
"No he didn't. We just had oral sex - well I performed oral sex on him to be precise. There - happy?"
"Anything else?"
"Like I said - we played. He played with me, and I played with myself while he watched.. just boring stuff really."
"Er..." I wanted to ask what she meant by him playing with her, what she did while he watched, where he came. Was it in her mouth or somewhere on her body? Somehow, although Amy said she was happy to tell me it felt like I was having to pull information out of her - like she wanted to keep it secret. It just didn't seem right. Some things were best left unsaid at this time. Maybe I could find out more later.
"Oh, and here's the £400. £250 plus a tip. Guess my acting is getting better!" She handed me an envelope with the money in.
I held her close, and we cuddled then kissed. As we did so, I was incredibly conscious that Charles's cock had been where my lips were now, and only a short while ago. His cock had been in her mouth. Was it willingly, or had she resisted? Had she suggested it or had he? She hadn't said where he had come... had he actually come in her mouth? I began to imagine I could taste something different - it was toothpaste! That meant... or did it? I wanted to make love and 'reclaim' my wife, but she clearly didn't want to.
We went to bed, and yet again I laid awake beside my sleeping wife thinking about what might have transpired. I lay awake, and couldn't help but imagine Amy, naked, with Charles running his hands over her, tweaking her nipples and stroking her bare flesh... asking her to suck his cock... would he have his clothes on, or would he be naked too...? Would she be lying there with a toy inside her while he watched like she said he did last time? What sort of toy...? How would she fake being turned on... or would she be getting turned on?
I wasn't sure whether the thoughts running through my head about Charles and Amy's encounter were the reason why I had a rock hard cock, or whether having Amy lying naked close beside me and breathing steadily as she slept was the reason...
But we'd paid no rent for a month, and I had £750 to pay into the bank when I planned to go tomorrow...
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For the third visit Amy had chosen a different dress this time - more revealing than the one she'd worn on both the other occasions. It was black, and she had heels on. She also had her hair held up in a bun behind her head, rather than free flowing like it normally was. This left her beautiful neck visible, and she looked positively sexy. She was also wearing quite a lot of make-up, which she didn't usually do.
"My God Amy - what's all that about? You look stunning! Is that a new dress?"
"yes - I bought it on-line - it was cheap. Charles said he wanted me to look sexier and put my hair up, and if I get a bigger tip for doing that I will. It doesn't cost anything, and it doesn't affect what we do, so why not?"
"Phew.. well... I guess..."
She came over and kissed me. "Wish me luck!"
"Do you need luck?"
She laughed. "No not really! See you in a couple of hours. I'm going to get Charlesed!"
"It's not funny!" I shouted after her as she went down the stairs. I heard the door close, and went to get a wine. The two hours seemed to last an age. I couldn't concentrate on anything. It had seemed to move forward remarkably quickly. I hadn't thought it would actually happen, and now it appeared my lovely wife was being swept along by the whole thing. We'd kept it separate from our lives and not discussed it at all really, when she went downstairs on previous occasions. The whole thing hadn't really registered to any great degree. It has almost seemed like she was going out to the shops before, but now - seeing her like that, all dolled up, made it seem very real.
Two hours later she came back in. The hair was still up, but was clearly hastily remade and looked damp. Her makeup was all off too. "You OK? What happened? You took your make-up off."
"I'm fine. Yes - the make-up got a bit smudged so I wiped it off when I cleaned up in his bathroom."
"What do you mean smudged?"
"Well, it just got a bit messy, and I'm not one for much make-up anyway, so I got rid of it."
"How was it?"
She looked at me with a very straight face. "Do you want to know?"
"Well... I don't know. Was it the same as before?"
"We're getting into a bit of a routine I guess, and I'm finding out what he wants and he's finding out what I'm happy with doing, shall we say. It's getting a little more adventurous, but that's probably because we're both getting used to each other. Look, its OK. We're just finding our feet. Early days as they say."
"What do you mean adventurous?"
"Well.. maybe adventurous is the wrong word. So for example - I told you he liked to watch me using a vibrator on myself. Well, we now use a bigger one because its more comfortable for me, and frankly means I can get my rocks off too. If he likes that too it's a win-win."
"So you're getting your rocks off now? Is that all you do - use a vibrator? How? Does he use it, or do you do it to yourself?"
"Look, I might as well make it pleasant for me. As for how it happens - it depends. No of course it isn't all we do."
"What else..."
"Do you want to know?"
"No not really... Well sort of."
"There's a lot of groping, and a bit of well, just oral mostly, though not usually too kinky. He likes to play with my body. There - anything else you want to know?"
That was obviously a shut-down. A sign that she didn't really want to tell me what was going on any more. I figured she thought if I knew too much I might start thinking about it, and want to discuss it more and that would open up a pandora's box which we'd managed to keep shut.
She handed me a wad of cash. "Another £400 for the kitty. And don't forget, the rent is due again next weekend we don't have to pay it."
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It seemed Amy and I had managed to separate this arrangement from our ordinary lives, and almost forget about the fortnightly sessions with our landlord. Indeed, at the weekend after Amy's visit, when we were in bed together on the Saturday morning having a cuddle, she moved knelt astride me and began kissing me deeply. I began to fondle her breasts which were hanging down deliciously. Her nipples responded to my touch, and soon they were rock hard. She broke off kissing me.
"Is there anything you'd like to do with me?"
