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“I must say I am looking forward to meeting Annette tonight!” Toby enthused when I went to see him on Thursday afternoon, his bubbling excitement more than a little apparent.

“Pleased to hear it!” I told him and meant it.

“I shall probably be quite rough with her you know……”

“I’ve told her what to expect……”

“I love her arse!” he went on, out of the blue and for no apparent reason.

“I know……”

“You can tell?”

I nodded. “She used to hate it that way”

“Well she doesn’t now!”

“No……now she doesn’t mind at all”

We went over our plans again carefully, guzzling coffee and getting through several packets of digestive biscuits, looking at the positioning of the cameras again, moving one in favour of another before reviewing it all on a PC screen.

“Think she likes it anally more than the usual way……” Toby suggested returning to a subject obviously uppermost in his mind.

“You could be right!”

We stacked books and magazines alongside one of the cameras then covered it all, apart from the lens itself with a mass of casually discarded packaging.

“Good angle!” I called from the room where the monitors were “So long as you don’t stand in the way”

“Yeah……I’ll have to remember that!”

It was a weird feeling and no mistake, knowing it was all being set up to film my own wife being used by another man.

“Funny you know” Toby mused at that point.

“What is?” I asked.

“Well…… people! They still surprise me sometimes”

“Do they?”

“Oh yes?”

He peered at me secretively, index finger tapping one side of his nose.

“No I don’t mean you and Annette, I mean people like the chap who came in this morning. He wanted me to fit his wife up with a chastity belt!”

“Go on!”

Toby nodded. “Hadn’t long been married apparently and she was already going astray……”

“A chastity belt? In this day and age! What did you do?”

“I told him to grow up……”

“I don’t suppose he thanked you for that!”

Toby smiled sadly.

“He was deadly serious!” he said “I think he either wanted me to sew her up or put so many rings in it she’d have trouble even peeing. I would have laughed had he not insisted on seeing what devices I had on offer!”

“So what did you do?”

“I thought long and hard about it” Toby said “And knowing how free and easy you two are didn’t help me one little bit!”

“Oh well……”

“In the end I told him I thought it was a medical matter, something he should see his G.P about!”

“Going astray was she?” I said. “Must have been something wrong with him if she had to do that. Was there do you think?”

“I think he thought himself to be a matcho man but couldn’t get it up!”

“Oh……!”

“It is a good thing he didn’t meet you and Annette” Toby said “Otherwise his ego would have been fucked up completely!”

………………

I made myself comfortable in the back room where two PC monitors and a laptop sat side by side on a table, each connected to a camera situated in a strategic part of Toby’s work room. Several cups of coffee and a trip to the loo later it was getting close to the time when Annette should appear.

“She’s late!” Toby declared pulling a face at one of the cameras. “You don’t think she has……aha!”

Momentarily his voice was drowned out by the doorbell and a short while after that, via one of the screens I saw my wife walk into the room.

Oh she looked so prim and proper in her expensive business suit, formidable some might have said, had they seen her but Toby greeted her enthusiastically anyway, hugging and kissing then groping her crudely.

Suddenly madly aroused I watched him take her handbag and the bag containing her other clothes and throw them into a corner.

“You’re late!” I heard him say.

Her reply was too quiet for me to hear clearly but I imagine she was making excuses of some kind.

She staggered when he turned her, shoving her roughly against the sofa in what he liked to call his waiting room and for a very brief moment I thought she actually looked frightened. Her natural instinct was to lean over the padded back of it, which was exactly what Toby wanted, because the moment she did so he pulled up her skirt and petticoat so that her backside was exposed.

I must admit he word slut came to mind as I watched her. Slut rather than slave this time, for she had neither collar around her neck nor her master anywhere near to instruct her, so far as she knew. As it was his actions might easily have been seen as rape under any other circumstances. Annette cried out sharply when he ripped the crotch of her tights into a hole and, like a man possessed, began to finger her roughly.

He was doing it deliberately I knew, firstly because he was aware of how much it would excite me and secondly I suspect because it was more like the way he would have proceeded anyway, whether I’d been watching or not. I suppose Annette knew it too because she began to pant excitedly while he fumbled one handedly with his trousers.

Dispassionately I watched the figures on the screen as if I was watching an impersonal blue movie. She yelled when he took her anally, just as I suspected he would, coarsely and without foreplay, without even bothering to remove any of her underclothes.

The word slut came to mind again when she heaved herself onto him until her feet were completely off the floor, losing one shoe in the process, dragging at her skirt awkwardly when it got in the way and making the most incredibly disturbing noises.

Oh he played up to the camera alright, showing himself off while I fiddled the mouse into zooming up close. His cock looked bigger on the screen than I remembered seeing it in reality but then Annette’s parts appeared to be exaggerated too. Maybe they were; I don’t know. And just as he was using her I am certain she was using him, each for their own needs and pleasures. And just like a blue movie there was a degree of exaggeration; her howls were louder perhaps, as were Toby’s gasps and grunts until the whole thing came close to being so farcical I wanted nothing more than to see them get it over as soon as possible.

Of course when he did cum he exaggerated that too, so much so that I almost laughed but the mess he made all over her ruined tights and knickers gave my arousal a terrific jolt.

………………

For a moment or two after he’d done Annette remained draped over the back of the sofa like a discarded doll. Or a well used slut if you want to think of her in that way. I could have fucked her myself then, wanted to desperately but I knew all the arrangements Toby and I had so painstakingly made would be ruined if I did. Instead I stared at the zoomed up picture of her backside on the screen and, almost without thinking, began to play with myself.

On the screen I watched Toby, flaccid cock flopping loosely, crouching to take some photographs of Annette’s arse. Already I could see the detail in my minds eye, the dragged aside knicker crotch with dollops of his stuff welling from her hole. He arranged her, made her move one leg, bend and turn her buttocks towards him crudely, getting close, the little camera snapping on and on as she posed.

I thought of the site we’d looked at earlier, Toby and I, a weird sort of rude wives kind of place. Yes it had been a turn on for me I must admit, though it was not the wives themselves but their positions and apparent situations. Crudity was the name of the game on that site seemingly, and the cruder the better by all accounts.

“Why don’t you post some of Annette?” Toby had suggested and for once I was ahead of him with my thinking.

“So long as she agrees and her face doesn’t show……”

“Goes without saying” Toby said.

Well some of the women didn’t seem to care if the pictures of them were anything to go by but I knew Annette wouldn’t agree to that.

“Nothing that anyone could recognise!” she’d told me. That was what we’d agreed and we were both happy with that. Now as Toby snapped away merrily I imagined the fun we would later have.

………………

I suppose there are only so many pictures you can take of a semen soaked crotch before even that delight begins, a little, to pall. He told her to undress, I heard him say it distinctly. Then, as a voyeur, as a dirty old man I watched her do so avidly.

It was a different woman altogether that I viewed on the screen, still a very sexy woman of course but sexy in a different way, in a way I could not, for the moment come to terms with. I think the careless way she treated her clothes gave me some hints, the way she pulled off her expensive, outward impression type business suit. At home she would have removed each garment carefully, shaken it out, brushed it and put it onto a hanger before putting it away in the wardrobe. Here, in another man’s presence she simply slung her things, crumpled and half inside out onto the sofa against which he had so recently ravished her.

Oh I recognised the body alright, the belly and the breasts but the startlingly smooth shape of her slot for some reason suddenly disconcerted me. It was the first time I’d seen her like that, indirectly, via a camera and a screen I mean and the raw, almost animal like blatant sexuality of her awakened disturbing thoughts within me. To begin with I’d worried about her when we went dogging, worried about the men she’d encounter who’d want to abuse her. Then when she met those men and began to enjoy them my worries faded. I’d enjoyed her as much by watching as they did by having because I knew she’d still be there after they had all gone.

She stood still while Toby fiddled with her pussy, fingering each ring in turn as casually as a man might have read an advert in a newspaper, then he shoved her unceremoniously through the doorway and into his studio room. He put his cock away abruptly when she reached for him for some more, told her to get into the chair instead. A different camera and a different screen and in my hidey hole I masturbated steadily.

It would be the ultimate piercing for her I knew, the vertical pin intended to stimulate her clitoris and make her permanently aroused.

“She’ll want fucking endlessly!” Toby had suggested when we’d discussed the thing.

“She already does!” I’d said.

He’d grinned, half serious, half jokingly, “However will you manage?” he’d asked.

“I expect I shall have to get her a lot of men……”

I don’t think he’d taken me seriously when I said that, not for one moment, even though lots of men always included him.

………………

Toby remembered to keep to one side when he did the piercing, over on the left enough for the hidden camera to remain focussed on her cunt. Then Annette lay back, put her hands behind her head and began the silly blowing exercises exactly as instructed. This time there were no clamps and very little fiddling, her parts were swollen and ready anyway, aroused indeed perhaps a little too much for she screamed and bled and orgasmed violently, all together in the same instant when Toby, with a single deft movement put in the pin. I found myself climaxing too, forcefully and with the minimum of effort, hard enough to splatter the image of Annette’s crotch on the screen.

“There!” I heard Toby say, dropping the cannula into the waste bin. “That didn’t take much did it?”

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I left the room quietly, bemused and somewhat deflated. I’d other things to do and other places to be and if Toby wanted to do anything more with the woman in his studio well that would be up to him. In all probability he would, something disgusting I thought, probably several things. Still deep in thought I found my car, got in and drove home carefully.

Would she obey the instructions I’d given her I wondered and, what was more, would she tell me if she didn’t?

“You will take clothes of my choice with you to come home in” I’d told her. Well she’d done that, I’d made sure of it. “If I know Toby he will probably fuck you again once you have them on” I’d continued. That was provided he could get it up again that quickly. “You will drive home when he has finished with you, show me what has been done and describe to me in detail what he did as soon as you get here”

And that, for me, would be the exciting part.

………………

The evening meal was almost ready by the time Annette came through the door, looking flushed and nervous and uncertain. She’d got the denim skirt on which I provided with the thin cheesecloth blouse and denim jacket above. The front of the jacket was unfastened and through the muslin her breasts showed clearly.

“Have you been fucked?” I asked.

Confusedly she nodded.

“Course I have!”

“Then you can keep on the stuff you’re wearing” I told her.

I knew she’d have nothing on under the skirt and that her pussy would be burning hotly, my question was did I fuck her before or after the evening meal.

“Alright” she said smiling, but her body quivered softly when I hugged her hello for the evening.

“I……I feel really strange……” she said.

© Aahlu. 200311.