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“Hows Annette?” Toby enquired genially when I went to see him at lunchtime on Monday.

“Still full of cum I should think!” I told him merrily

“Good show!” Toby said. “Whose, do you know?”

“All the men who fucked her at the weekend!”

“Shit!” Toby cried “Where did you take her?”

“That lorry park by Lordswood Manor……”

Toby pulled a face half wryly half wistfully.

“That’s a dogging site”

“Yes it is!”

“Shit!” Toby said.

“Indeed!”

“Did……I mean did she enjoy it?”

“That’s a silly question Toby!” I said.

He looked at me very strangely then, seeing me as well as seeing himself suddenly in a different light. He thought knew Annette intimately of course, both as a friend and as a lover, but now he was discovering another side of her.

“I’m shocked……!” he began.

I laughed.

“No seriously I am!” he said.

Why on earth would you be shocked?” I asked “you knew other men were fucking her didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, but dogging! That’s……”

“That’s what?”

“That’s an altogether different ballgame!”

“Well its the second time I’ve taken her there” I told him “and this time exceeded all expectations……”

It occurred to me then that perhaps Toby was feeling a teeny bit left out. Why, I did not understand because he above everyone else had been offered unrestricted access to her, an offer which, so far as I knew he had not taken up.

“You know you can have her anytime you want” I asked.

“Yes……”

“Well why haven’t you? You know when she is at home surely”

“I thought you were just saying that to get her going” Toby said thoughtfully.

“I was saying it because that is what we want you to do” I told him

“Sorry!” he said awkwardly. “I’ve been a bloody fool……I……I never thought you meant it”

“Do you think I’d say it if I didn’t mean it? You know she likes you, in fact I’d go so far as to say she was very fond of you……”

“Why?” he interrupted.

“I imagine because of the way you’ve been instrumental in her sexual development”

“Oh yes” he said stupidly “I didn’t think of that”

“Well its about time you did!” I said.

He was confused clearly, strangely too to my way of thinking after all he’d already done with Annette. I thought about his sexuality and about my own for a moment. How, I wondered, would he react if I actively assisted him to fuck her. Perhaps I’d watched him performing for long enough, now the time might be right to do more than simply look.

“You know she rarely let me fuck her anally until you did it to her without asking, now she wants it that way all the time!”

“Shit!” Toby said, rather inappropriately I thought.

“And until recently for anyone to see her without her clothes on was virtually unknown. Even for me it was rare. Now she’s been naked with dozens of men!”

“Has she?” he asked.

“Look stupid!” I said “I’ve taken her out dogging three times so far, the first time only two blokes turned up and one of them was a virgin. I thought afterwards she’d never want to do it again”

“But she did?”

“She loved it! The second time there were three men to begin with then all of a sudden there were a dozen……”

“Sheeitt!” Toby said “Did she……I mean did they all fuck her?”

“Some of them a couple of times” I informed him “Until it got so that she could hardly stand”

Toby gaped at me with his mouth open.

“That’s obscene!” he said.

I laughed shortly. “Obscene? Why? What would you have done if you’d been there?”

“I don’t know” he said.

“The third time I left her off leash, let her wear the collar on its own. That time she was had by enough men to leave her exhausted……”

“Oh shittt!”

“And she loved every minute!”

He looked at me very seriously when I said that, as if I’d made him privy to something top secret. I suppose it some ways it might have been.

“How do you feel about it all?” he asked eventually “About knowing……seeing her like that I mean?”

“I’d feel differently if she felt she had to do it behind my back. As it is she knows she can do anything she wants with whoever she wants so long as I know about it”

“Mmmmmm” Toby said.

“I’ve watched her screwing men who she wouldn’t have given a second glance under other circumstances. Men who’d have revolted her had they so much as spoken to her at any other time”

Toby shivered. “It’s bizarre” he said.

“She’s a different person entirely in that situation, very different to how she is with me or you”

“Like a split personality you mean?”

“Could be that”

“And it doesn’t worry you?”

“Yes of course it does, sometimes……” I admitted.

We sat in silence for a while, each concerned with our own chain of thoughts. Without a doubt she’d want it the moment she came home that evening having already played with herself in all probability whilst driving the car and even if I did all I could to satisfy her she’d more than likely still want it as much after we’d done. Obviously she needed more than one man could give her, certainly more than I could, however hard I tried and it dawned on me that perhaps the process of enslaving her in order to liberate her hadn’t been such a good idea.

Maybe we should go dogging every night I considered wildly. And what if we did? The town might soon run out of virile men!

“You know whats done it don’t you?” Toby said.

“What?”

“Me putting in that blasted Lambda pin!”

I’d had it in the back of my mind he would say that at some point. In scapegoat mode he always look at himself to blame. He was wrong anyway, the pin, indeed all the piercings had done little more than accentuate the sexual urges Annette already had; it was my free and easy compliance which had led to her explosion of desire.

“She was like it long before we came to see you Toby!” I said “Getting pierced was only one of a whole basket full of things”

“Ok, I won’t argue……oh and I almost forgot. I’ve put those pictures I took on a memory stick!”

This is bloody marvellous, I said to myself. A mate takes a camera full of disgusting pictures of my wife, with my consent and knowledge then forgets to tell me about them. But it was the answer of course, or one of them, and I was so pleased to have thought of it.

“Why don’t you call in tonight and give them to Annette personally” I asked.

“Yeah well I could I suppose, if you’d like that!” Toby bleated like a lamb.

………………

I left the idea with him after that, thinking as a friend I’d lost him completely for some reason. If it was jealousy with Toby, and what else was I to think, then it would be so much better for both of us if we remained friends but parted. Jealousy was a dreadful, destructive emotion to encounter and I wanted nothing to do with any of it.

Saddened I drove home and was astounded to find Toby waiting on my doorstep when I got there.

“I thought I’d take you up on your offer!” he told me cheerily when I got out of the car.

“You must have driven like the wind to get here before me” I suggested, forgetting I’d had to stop for petrol on the way.

“No, I passed you at the Shell garage” he said “Then I dodged round the back to miss out the school run traffic”

I switched the PC on the moment I got in and while it was booting I went off to make some tea.

“Lots of pictures of Annette’s arse!” Toby chortled cheekily.

“Huh!” I said “Lots of rude pictures of my wife you mean!”

“Now you can post some on that site we looked at……!”

“Not before I’ve carefully looked at them!”

He snorted derisively then handed me the memory stick and I plugged it in. ………………

There were at least fifty shots of Annette’s backside pictured, some so crude as to be, quite frankly, disgusting, some indeed which, if I hadn’t seen them being taken I’d have said weren’t my wife at all.

“She gapes nicely doesn’t she?” Toby commented crudely “Look at that one! And that……!”

We chose two or three between us, arguing half heartedly over small details then made up suitably rude captions. There were eleven comments a few moments later.

“They like her!” Toby said.

“Like her back end, more like!”

“You must post a few more!” Toby said so I fiddled around trying to decide which ones before realising they were all very much the same.

In the end I chose a couple at random and posted them without giving either a name. Five minutes later someone was asking if there were any more like it.

“How the hell many shots of her backside do they want to look at?” I asked exasperatedly.

“As many as you can post probably!” Toby laughed “The site is probably populated entirely by proctologists……”

………………

I asked him to hide in the spare bedroom before Annette was due to get home, then I laid out the clothing I wanted her to wear for the evening. - a little bit of cotton bikini top held together by string and a very short mini skirt, both very stained where we’d used them on other occasions.

“Good day?” I asked, kissing her lightly as soon as she came in through the door.

“Yes……no!” Annette replied “I……I’m still uncomfortable”

“But you’re not wearing knickers?”

“You know I can’t! The thing hurts me when I do……”

“Alright” I said “Go and change and we’ll talk about it”

“I want you to do something……”

“I will!”

I knew she wanted to say ‘fuck me immediately’ or something like that but she didn’t. Instead she turned and walked quickly upstairs.

I set three places at the table and waited to see if she’d notice when she returned. She didn’t at first, she was too flustered but the sex clothes looked great on her I thought.

“Warm enough?” I asked.

She nodded, sitting at her place, trying to appear demur.

The bikini top had very little substance, barely enough to cover her nipples and when she sat down her breasts almost fell out of it.

“Do you need to tighten the strings on that?” I asked casually.

“Dirty old thing!” she sneered.

Then she looked at the table and her face lit up excitedly.

“Someone else is coming, aren’t they?”

“He’s already here!” I answered “Toby. He’s come to have a heart to heart”

“And to fuck me I hope!” Annette rejoined “properly for once, the bastard!”

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