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For some reason I still found it quite difficult to believe what my wife was asking for and what she was saying.

“What if you get something you don’t want? Like frightened or hurt?” I asked.

“There are safewords!” she told me “I shall say “Stop three times!” and you will know”

“Stop three times?

“Yes! Those will be my safewords. If I say that you will know I want to stop and you must make sure whoever I am with does so, right away”

“Ok……”

“That’s what we must get worked out exactly” she said. “You must always be in control! Tell me what to do and let them know what they can do and what they can get away with. Instruct me and guide them, then I shall feel safe and be more likely to let myself go”

“That’s what you want to do is it? Let go completely”

Annette nodded quickly “seems like I have some catching up to do……”

“We both have some catching up to do!” I corrected. “and if taking you to see Toby was what started it than I am all for it, whatever it is”

She nodded again, almost furtively. “And so long as you look after me I shall be alright”

“Ok”

“We’ll try it shall we? This Friday?”

Ok……”

“I love you……”

“I love you too!”

……………

She bought several items of clothing from a charity shop. Coats and dresses which were nothing like she’d normally wear. She took great delight in showing them to me when she came home.

“I like this dress in particular!” she told me with a touch of excitement.

I looked at the long, one piece cotton dress she held and thought yuck!

It was pale blue in colour with a flowered pattern a couple of narrow ribbon like shoulder straps and a double row of buttons down the front.

Ideal!” she said “It undoes all the way down!”

There were some other things as well, she’d had a good day, obviously and all, with one or two exceptions, from charity shops.

“Doesn’t matter if it gets torn or dirty” she told me matter of factly.

“Do you think it will?”

“It might! But I’ll take some proper clothes along to change into if necessary”

“If the Old Bill turns up and arrests us you mean?”

She laughed “they keep away from such events, or so I heard!”

………………

I had some enjoyable difficulty keeping up with her demands for the rest of the week. She wanted it in the morning and sometimes twice at night.

Several times we did it in the garden, once when it was raining hard enough to chill us. We had to have a shower afterwards, to warm up again.

I even did her anally for the first time in years.

“Might have to take some lube with us for that” she said.

I suspected there were men who’d want to have her that way if they could, lube or no lube. I know there are some men who like it like that.

On Thursday evening she asked me to take her out in the car so she could suck my prick. For the first time in my life I came at seventy miles an hour.

Then Friday came and she left work early, in order to get ready. she said.

She let me reshave her pussy and made me inspect the rings which had healed surprisingly quickly. We made love gently after that. On the floor at the top of the stairs of all places, just because she wanted to, she said and afterwards I watched her put on the pale blue cotton dress.

She intended to wear one of the nicer charity shop coats over the top and a pair of her own, well worn flat shoes but nothing else. It would be the first time she’d gone anywhere wearing so little for years and years and that knowledge served to boost the growing sense of arousal I felt.

“When do you want to……to, I mean when are you going to become submissive?” I asked

“As soon as we get to the site” she told me. “But I expect you’ll want to grope me on the way there”

“I expect I shall” I said. And I shall squeeze your arse when you walk to the car”

“Ooooh, well! I’m already wet……!”

………………

We found the place more by accident than design, an untidy, tree shaded stretch of what had, before the highways came along and straightened it, part of the old main road. Now it served as a rubbish tip, a lovers lane and, we hoped, a dogging fanatics rendezvous.

Annette wound the window down the moment we stopped and we sat for a while, saying nothing, each absorbed in our own streams of thoughts. What if too many people came I wondered. Or if someone started a fight or an argument for some reason. The lights of traffic passing on the new road caught my attention. We were far enough away, I thought, but not too far away. We’d see the lights of any cars coming in long before they saw us so we would be able to decide if too many were arriving. Then I realised there might be other couples as well as us instead of, as I’d first thought, all single blokes and suddenly the idea took on an entirely new angle.

Annette took off her coat and threw it onto the back seat of the car. Then she unbuttoned the blue dress all the way down and pulled it open loosely.

“If no-one comes in an hour I am gong to fuck you anyway” I told her, excited all over again by the sight of her body.

“Promise?” she asked pushing the seat back to its furthest extent.

“Promise!”

“It’s a deal!” she said.

“I don’t know whats come over you just lately!”

“Like I said, I have a lot of catching up to do!”

“You made a good start with Toby!”

Annette laughed lightly.

“He’s a lovely man” she said. “The things he must do and see. In his line of work I mean. And the…. the people! But he is quite shy really”

“I really enjoyed watching him fucking you!” I told her.

“Love you!” she whispered suddenly

“Love you too” I replied. “Whatever you get up to, I do”

Passing headlights lit her briefly; a car passing on the road, not turning in. She shivered when I reached to fiddle with the rings in her breasts. Anticipation, excitement, the rushing tumbling stream of thoughts driving her into the realms of careless abandon. It had been years since we’d been this aroused together, even at home in the comfort of our bed. Now as my fingers slipped and slithered and tugged on her jewellery I felt as if I was discovering her body all over again. How marvellous life has become all of a sudden, I said to myself. After years or mediocre sex, or none at all, my lovely wife was very much her old sexy self once again. Even before I’d taken her to meet Toby she’d been like it, in fact we only went to see him at her instigation. Now she’d demonstrated the extent of her desire to me not only by getting her most intimate parts adorned with jewellery but also by being screwed by a friend of mine, quite naturally, without fuss or bother, right in front of me.

In my head I saw him making love to her in that peculiar chair in his studio. She lay back for him so that her breasts lay softly against her belly with their newly ringed nipples aroused and standing proud. I saw the way he entered her, exactly the way his knob pushed her open, the way his thighs and buttocks moved when he’d plunged in for the first time. She’d lifted her legs for him in exactly the same way as she’d done for me, knees bent, ankles crossed over, thighs wide to accommodate his hips. With a little shock of realisation I knew the stuff I’d seen so clearly running down onto the seat of the chair was part of what he’d pumped into her. He’d shaken his head when he started cumming himself and the encouraging noises she had made when he did surprised me and turned me on more than I could possibly have imagined. In my head I heard her moan and wondered if she really had felt the first hot spurt of his semen as it surged its way into her.

Then she’d simply sprawled there when he’d done, like something discarded, lewdly gaping, dribbling surplus stuff and making no apologies, saying nothing at all except how much she’d needed that.

Strangely I’d felt not only turned on but somewhat embarrassed by the unexpectedness of the situation. Why I had no idea, nor could I explain it later. The fact is I didn’t take her myself, when she wanted me the most and that, for a while was one of my lasting regrets.

“I’d sooner see you with Toby than with some of the men we’re likely to encounter out here!” I told her quietly.

“I know” Annette said “But Toby is different, isn’t he? You and he are mates.

She kissed me suddenly, unexpectedly.

“You must make me!” she said. “Starting now!”

“I’ll make you alright!” I said firmly “Don’t you worry about that!”

Make her, I said to myself. When she was already so willing. If I am feeling this high just by talking about what she might do, how much more aroused must she be by knowing she would do it.

She quivered when I fingered her so I cuddled her and discovered I loved her more than anything else in the world.

“Make me!” she whispered urgently.

“I will! I will!” I said.

………………

I had two fingers crooked inside her when a car drew into the lane a little way in front of us, its headlights illuminating us starkly.

“Damn lights!” I said.

“At least there is someone” Annette said.

The headlights went off abruptly.

“What are they doing? Can you see?”

I peered at the outline of the car but could not see anything. If it was the Old Bill at least they would have kept their lights on I thought. No, it was more likely to be a randy young couple from the suburbs looking for somewhere quiet to make love.

“Can you see anything?” she asked again, a touch impatiently.

“Not a thing” I said.

“They’ll be doing it I reckon!” Annette declared.

“They’re very quiet if they are……”



“Shall I open the door?”

“Good idea!” I said “but don’t get out”

The courtesy light came on when Annette opened her door. It was bright enough to light the inside of the car and certainly bright enough for anyone to see us.

“That’s better!” I said.

“Nobody there!” she said a touch wistfully.

“If no-one comes along soon I am definitely going to fuck you!” I insisted. My hard on was beginning to get troublesome and in need of attention while all the time she was getting wetter and wetter.

“You’re in charge” Annette said. “Make me do what you want……”

“Sit sideways on the seat and put both feet on the road……” I told her.

Annette quivered violently when she realised the implications but she did as she was told anyway, leaning back against me comfortably so that everything was nicely within reach.

I pushed her thighs apart with one hand, tickled her lightly and discovered she was nicely wet.

I was fingering her clitty and squeezing a breast when two blokes walked slowly towards our car. Two ordinary looking blokes in jeans and trainers and casual wear.

They stood side by side in the gloom gazing at us intently.

Annette stiffened and jerked her legs together instinctively, trapping my hand momentarily.

For a moment I thought she was going to call everything off.

“Ok to watch?” one bloke asked simply.

“Course it is!” I replied, hardly believing what I was saying.

“Open your legs!” I instructed, rather coarsely.

Annette gave a little whimper but spread her thighs anyway. If we are going to do this at all, I told myself, we may as well do it right.

One bloke came closer and stood between Annette’s feet. He put his left hand on the top of the open door and stared down at her hungrily while his mate positioned himself on the other side. I allowed them to look all they wanted, moving my hand steadily between tits and crotch so there was no mistaking what we were doing.

“What do you think?” I asked.

The bloke grinned awkwardly but said nothing while his mate fidgeted uncomfortably, wanting something without being entirely sure what.

“Touch her up if you like” I offered expecting one of them to go straight for her pussy. Instead the one by the door leaned over and got hold of her breasts with both hands.

Annette inhaled sharply, her body stiffening.

“Nice tits!” he murmured his hand massaging vigorously.

I nodded. “Do you like her nipples?”

“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed as if he’d only then noticed the rings. “whats she into?”

“She’s into fucking!” I said.

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