“Untie me please Abi. I think it’s time we went home.”
The room descended into a shocked and uneasy silence as Abi undid my bonds and released me from the chair. “Ian, what the fuck?” she shouted at me.
“I’m sorry Abi, folks I’m sorry. I’ll explain later. Right now I want to leave.”
Abi and I dressed quickly while the rest stood around, unsure what to do next. I had certainly thrown several gallons of ice cold water on everyone’s excitement and enjoyment. I apologised again on the way out and we made our way back home in absolute and agonising silence.
The minute we were back in the house, Abi rounded on me.
“Ian, what the fuck was that all about?”
I reached out my arms to hold her but she shrank back shaking her head.
“No you don’t you bastard, you aren’t coming near me until I find out what this is all about.”
“I’m so sorry Abi, I don’t know what came over me but I was getting so jealous that it consumed me.”
“Jealous? Jealous about what?” She glared at me, hands on hips and anger radiating from her eyes.
“Seeing you with Mark. And then imagining what you and he might be doing when I was tied down and couldn’t see you.”
“WHAT?” she screeched. “You wondered what Mark and I might be doing? What kind of party do you think we were at? In case you’re not sure, it was all about sex.”
“Yes, but Mark seems to be particularly attracted to you, and you were certainly happy to make out with him.” My own anger was beginning to grow now.
Abi went quiet. That was a dangerous sign I had learned to be wary of.
“Oh, you hypocritical cunt. You absolute shit. So it’s ok for you to lick another woman’s pussy, but no-one is allowed to touch me. Is that it?”
“No, but Abi, he was finger fucking you, and you were letting him and you seemed to enjoy it.”
“Of course I enjoyed it you fucking idiot. Isn’t that the point of what we have been doing, things that you started by the way? And now you’ve destroyed what was a great night and probably fucked up our relationships with our friends, you absolutely selfish cunt.”
I don’t think I had ever seen Abi this mad. I didn’t know what to say to cool things down. Part of me, the rational part that was struggling to be heard, realised that everything she said was right. I fell silent, wondering how to mend things, but Abi had ideas of her own.
“Right now, Ian, I’m sick of the sight of you. We’ve both had a lot to drink, so maybe we should wait until the morning to talk more about this; but believe me, we will talk about it. I don’t know where we go from here as a couple. You clearly don’t think you can trust me and that has cut me to the core. You’re not sleeping in our bed tonight, I don’t want you near me. I don’t care where you sleep, but it won’t be in our bedroom.”
With that, she stormed off, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
My mind was in a turmoil. I hated arguing with Abi, always preferring to resolve things before we slept. ‘Never go to bed on an argument’ was a maxim I tried to keep to. Not tonight though. I went into the spare bedroom and slowly got undressed, using a bed I had never tried before. I have no idea whether the bed was comfortable or not. Sleep was very slow in coming, and I was lying on a bed of torment, my brain in overdrive, thinking through all that had happened. Did I trust Abi? Of course I did. She had never given me reason to do otherwise, never hidden any part of her life from me. At least, not as far as I knew and I thought I would have seen signs if there were any to see.
Yes, she was flirty and loved that attention of men, she always had. That was part of what drew me to her and part of my adoration. So why was I now feeling the way I did?
My thoughts rolled around and around endlessly, no real solutions emerging. I was certain of only one thing; I would do whatever it took to preserve my marriage and my love.
Morning came eventually and with it a reluctance from me to get up and face the music, but I knew it had to be faced. My usual bathroom routine did nothing to lighten my mood, although it did serve to make be look at least a little less like a down and out.
“Morning Ian,” Abi greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Well, at least she was talking, but no terms of endearment.
“Morning Abi my love, and first I want to start with an apology.”
“Well why not wait until I have made you a coffee and let’s talk about things in a normal civilised manner? We were both way too emotional about it last night.”
I sat in silence while Abi bustled about, making us both a coffee from our machine, one of our indulgences. We did love a good cup of coffee. I had time to collect my thoughts and rehearse what I wanted to say, my night’s turmoil having at least produced some realisation on my part.
As soon as Abi sat down with our coffees, I seized my chance to apologise.
“Abi, I’m truly sorry for making you think I don’t trust you. Of course I do, with all my heart. You have never, ever given me any reason to doubt you. Last night I was overwhelmed with emotions, some of which I didn’t like at all and that’s why I wanted to come home. I realise now that the way I behaved caused a lot of problems but, most importantly for me, I hurt you and I hate myself for that.”
Abi sat calmly, sipping at her coffee and allowing me to say my piece, letting me explain that my night in the spare room had brought me to my senses and made me accept a few things. We both enjoyed playing with others and it was natural that they would want to play with us. Two things had happened to me when I was tied up at the party. I couldn’t see what the others were up to, Abi included, and a huge part of my enjoyment and excitement came from watching. Secondly, when I was helpless and being spanked in front of the other guys, I felt humiliated and I hated it. Humiliation was definitely not one of my fetishes.
I finally ran out of things to say.
“Does that make sense to you Abi?”
“It does Ian, but I still want you to know that I would never, ever, go behind your back and cheat on you. I don’t believe you would either, but from now on, we both have to talk more about these things and be perfectly honest with each other. At some point, either of us may end up fucking someone else. I want you to know that, and to know I wouldn’t do it without you agreeing first. The same goes for you. And I’m sorry if I humiliated you last night. The bondage was all about your enjoyment, and that certainly didn’t work out the way I had intended. Setting your humiliation aside, did you enjoy being tied up and flogged?”
I thought back to my initial excitement at the prospect of what was about to happen to me, and to the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain when thos blows rained down on my back and ass.
“I loved it, Abi, even thinking about it is making me hard again.”
“Well hold that thought for now, because we aren’t done with solving this problem yet. We’ve still to explain your behaviour to our friends in a way that’s not going to cause any further embarrassment. Do you want us to carry on with these get-togethers?”
“Definitely darling. I think we both know that and that we both find what we’re doing exciting.”
“Well then, you and I have to accept that we’re going to see each other having sex with other people, and that we can’t just stop once we have started. I might see you fucking Christine or one of the others, and you might see me sucking Mark’s cock. who knows, perhaps one of the others will be fucking me at the same time. That’s where this is all going. Are you ready for all that?”
Was I? My penis certainly thought so, it was hard again inside my pants. Could my jealousy handle it though? I sure as hell hoped so.
“Yes, I believe I am darling, as long as you are and as long as it doesn’t harm our relationship with each other.”
“Ok then, we’ll try again. First we’re going to have to make things right with the others. I’ll talk to the girls and you explain to the guys. Oh but Ian - don’t think you’ve got off that lightly. You deserve to be punished for what you have done, and you will. Not just now though, we’ve a day of normality to get through.”
My cock had twitched again at the mention of punishment, but she was right. It was good to get back to the usual routine, our latest problem having been overcome. The rest of the day was spent doing the mundane things couples do, although our conversation was never far from my thoughts. I was still worried about the jealous side of me, the side that warred against my desire to see Abi using and being used by other men. The feelings were complex but exciting. I couldn’t deny them, but I worried about my future reactions to the way things might develop.
Mentally shrugging my shoulders, I realised I still had to set things straight with the others. I sent a group text to the guys, apologising for spoiling their night, promising to clear things up at our next pub get together and asking them to apologise to their partners for me. Abi told me she would do likewise with the girls and hoped that everyone would be understanding and happy to continue our games.
We enjoyed a sociable dinner and a few glasses of wine, before Abi announced, “Right Ian, time to make up for spoiling our night last night. Get upstairs to our bedroom and strip naked, NOW.”
This was a side to Abi I had never experienced before, but I liked it. I leapt up the stairs like a creature possessed and rapidly discarded all my clothes, not caring where they fell. I had no idea what Abi had in store for me, but lay on the bad, slowly wanking my steadily growing cock while I waited.
“Did I say you could do that?” she asked as she came into the room. “My rules tonight Ian, and you just do as your told. Understood?”
I nodded and put my hands behind my head, watching as my darling took her own clothes off. She muttered to herself as she also picked up mine, tidying them away.
“Such an untidy person. You have some learning to do boy.”
“Abi, what’s got into you? I’ve never known you like this.”
“But you’re enjoying it, aren’t you darling? At least that’s what your cock says. Now we’re going to pick up where we left off last night, so you’re getting tied up for starters. Arms and legs stretched wide please.”
I did as I was asked, and soon found myself tethered to the bed with the same ropes Abi had used last night. She produced the flogger from a bag beside the bed and then sat astride my legs, her pussy close to my straining member but not touching it. Grinding herself against my thighs and coating them with her sticky moistness, she flicked the flogger across my chest.
“Now, where shall I start?” she asked, rhetorically, starting to hit me harder. The pain blossomed across my torso, but it was accompanied by a growing excitement in me. I wanted more. I thrust upwards against her as much as I could, pointlessly, because my cock was nowhere near her pussy.
“Ooh you like that do you?” she asked, rhetorically. “Well, have some of this.” The next blows rained down across my nipples, the pain sending bolts of electricity directly to my loins.
“God, Abi, don’t stop. You’ve no idea what that is doing to me.”
“Oh, I can guess, but this is supposed to be a punishment, not pleasure. Let me think, how can we change this? Oh, I know.”
She leapt from the bed and rummaged in one of the drawers at her side of the bed. Grinning, she flourished a riding crop, obviously another of her secret purchases.
“I think this will do the trick,” she grinned, as she straddled me again. This time though, she was facing away from me, on her knees, her glistening pussy just inches above my face. “You’re going to service your queen, my slave, and the scale of your punishment will depend on the quality of your service.”
I didn’t care much for this ‘slave’ business, I wasn’t into that, but I was in no position to argue. Not least because Abi had now settled herself onto my mouth, the spread cheeks of her bottom allowing her anus to rest against my nose. She had had a busy day and hadn’t showered or anything before coming to bed, so you can imagine that I could smell her natural odour, enhanced with hints of her bodily fluids. Some people would find that a complete turn off, but for me it was the opposite. If my cock could have got any harder, it would have. I just had to content myself with opening my mouth and licking Abi’s open lips, enjoying the explosion of flavour that burst on my tongue.
“Oh, good boy,” she purred, rubbing herself against my head. “But you still need to be punished.” A flick of the riding crop slashed across my inner thigh, perilously close to my ball sack. This was followed by more hits, up and down the inside of both thighs. The pain wasn’t all that bad to be honest, but the whole situation I was in was a great turn on for me, and there was no hiding it. I could take this ‘punishment’ for as long as Abi wanted to dish it out.
She scooted a bit lower down the bed, and spread her bottom cheeks wide.
“Lick my ass Ian,” she demanded. “I know you like that.”
She was right. I happily stuck out my tongue and licked around the brown ring of her anus, tasting the slight residue there. I probed at the hole, doing my best to get my tongue inside and Abi settled herself firmly on my face again.
“Just like that babe, keep licking. I feels so good, and I know you enjoyed the taste of Sylvia’s backside before. Clean me up and you might get a reward. I’ll tell you what. When you have satisfied me, I’ll stop whipping you.”
I’m not sure how much of a reward she thought that might be, but when a strong blow landed firmly on my balls, I realised what she meant. Anyway, she was right. I loved licking her ass and set to with gusto enjoying the forbidden flavour until she was squeaky clean.
Perhaps sensing that I needed to taste more, Abi resettled herself so that her pussy was once again the focus of my oral attention. She was drenched, clearly enjoying this as much as me. We had found a new kink for us to make the most of.
Still lightly tapping my balls and, occasionally, the tip of my cock, she said, “You’re having fun my darling, I can tell. you just love tasting my juices don’t you?”
I could only mumble a reply, my mouth and tongue being otherwise busy.
“Hmm,” she pondered. “Maybe at one of the parties I’ll fuck one of the guys and let him come inside me, and then make you clean me out. Would you like that?”
A jolt of sensation crowded my mind. Had I been able to analyse it, I would have realised it was a mix of arousal and jealousy, with a touch of fear slipped in. My cock jerked uncontrollably, much to Abi’s amusement.
“Well, that certainly provoked a reaction. But enough talking. I want that cock inside me right now lover.”
So saying, she leapt up on the bed, turned round and positioned herself over my throbbing erection. There was no teasing foreplay now, she just impaled herself to the hilt, her mons pounding my pubic bone. She was fucking me with an intensity and ferocity that told me how much our session had meant to her. This was a whole new side to Abi, at least as far as I knew.
“Maybe I’ll turn the tables on you darling,” I told her as she rode me, sliding up and down my glistening pole, her pussy lips sliding along my length. “Perhaps I’ll fuck one of the other women and then you can lick her cunt clean after I’ve come inside her.”
I had no idea where that thought had come from, Abi had never shown any sexual interest in another woman, at last not while I had known her. But my words certainly provoked a reaction.
“Oh you think so do you? And just how are you going to force me to do that?”
She thrashed at my nipples with that riding crop sending more jolts of sensation straight to my cock, all the while grinding harder on my cock. With a scream, she shuddered and came hard, soaking me with her juices. That was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came too, shuddering as I filled her needy cunt with my essence. I’m not sure that I ever came that hard before, or that I had ever filled her up so much.
Abi leaned forward and kissed me hard, forcing my lips apart and sucking on my tongue.
“That was fantastic,” she said when the kiss ended, “but I have one more element of your punishment before I’m fully satisfied and while you still can’t resist.”
She scooted up the bed and hovered above my face, her pussy just inches from my lips.
“Open wide,” she ordered, “now you’re going to clean me up.”
A first drop of cum dripped from her engorged cunt lips and hit me smack on my still closed mouth. She grabbed the crop again and wacked it against my cock. “I said open wide lover, or there will be more of this.” She struck me again.
Right then I didn’t want any more pain so I opened my mouth and prepared for yet another new experience. Never had I dreamed I would taste my own cum.
“Good boy,” she purred as she settled her dripping cunt on my mouth. “Lick me clean and swallow every drop. Maybe next time you’ll be swallowing someone else’s cum instead.”
That now familiar feeling of jealousy and arousal flooded my being yet again, as I tasted myself on her and swallowed the slimy combination of my cum and Abi’s juices. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected, and the blend of Abi’s words and her actions had my cock stirring once more.
Was this how it was going to be then? Was I what they called a cuckold, destined to watch my wife getting her pleasure from others while I fought the dula demons of arousal and jealousy? What would this mean for our marriage, my sanity, my life?