The empty chair - Part Three

 

"What the hell was all that stuff about?"

"What stuff?" Christine asked as she steered the car out from Geoff's drive onto the open road back to Guildford.

"All that guff about 'three cornered marriages'," I responded as she accelerated the car to match the speed of the local traffic, "and what was that word he used?"

"Polyamoury?"

"That's it! And trying to tell me that thousands of couples are living in cuckold marriages," I said, "does he think that I was born yesterday?"

Chris smiled as she concentrated on the road ahead. "No, he doesn't think that. In fact he quite likes you Pete. But you are a little naive."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all around us if you know where to look. There are more couples who live in such relationship than you could ever imagine," she replied. "He gave you three examples tonight. Your department head, Tina - his PA, and his sister; and he alluded to more in the Company. It's not so unusual these days. Since the invention of the birth control pill in the sixties and the rapid advance in Womens' choices and their liberation, this particular way of life for couples has grown exponentially.

... this particular way of life for
couples has grown exponentially."

Chris clearly knew more about this subject than I had given her credit for, but I wasn't buying it. "You've been reading too many ladies magazines," I commented dismissively, as she slowed the car down to the 30mph limit just outside Guildford, "and why, may I ask, do all of these hubbys allow their Wives to go with other men?"

"Allow? Wives aren't owned any more Pete, not by their spouses anyway," she replied, "besides, for many hubbies, a happy contented Wife who is regularly bedded by a vigorous Lover is the perfect marriage."

Once more, she pushed back against my negative reaction to what I had been told. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, my disbelief less certain now.

"As well as being your Wife, I am a Woman too. And Women like to tell each other their secrets. So I am as sure about this as anything Dear," she replied.

"If it's all true, then, how do these couples get into this sort of situation?" I asked, now curious.

Christine turned the car into our driveway, switched off the engine, grabbed her handbag from the back seat before saying, "I don't really know Pete because we have always been faithful to each other. So perhaps some Wives cheat initially and then when he finds out, hubby accepts his situation, or perhaps they talk openly about their sex life and decide that her having a Lover would be good for their marriage. Or maybe it starts with the Wife going on a date with another man with her hubby's acquiescence. Some cuckolds even rejoice at the very thought of her dating another man."

Some cuckolds even rejoice ...

"A hubby like me you mean."

"I suppose so Pete," she said, "but I haven't said that I will sleep with Geoff. It's just a date after all. We could just go to the cinema and hold hands like teenagers. Who knows, we might find that we don't like each other after all."

I thought that very unlikely and told her so. I had seen their desire for each other as they had swam and talked together in his swimming pool earlier. I had witnessed how readily she had bared her breasts in his company and the warm light in her eyes when she knew that Geoff had glanced appreciatively at her beautiful round orbs. But I needed to get something off my own chest too.

"I don't know where this little situation is going," I said, as I followed her up the path to our front door, "but can you promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"That you tell me everything, especially if you decide to ....."

She turned back towards me and asked, "Decide to do what?"

"Yyyy you .... know!" I stuttered. "If you decide that you would like to climb into Geoff's bed."

"Oh that!" 

"Of course that."

Chris was amused by my stuttered request and couldn't help smiling as she asked, "Is that before or after I decide to let Geoff have his wicked way with me?"

From what depth of my psyche my answer to her question came that night I shall never know, but the smile fled from her face when I emphatically and loudly gave her the answer.

"Both!" I exclaimed.

Chris looked deeply into my eyes and could see the emotion there within. And as I looked in her own beautiful blue eyes I could see a realisation dawning. I knew that she knew that I would accept anything as long as she stayed my Wife.

"You will know everything Pete," she replied, "because I love you and if my dating Geoff turns into an affair, you will be a part of it. Are you ready for that?"

"I don't know. Just don't leave me. That's all I ask."

"No chance of that Petey-Boy," she replied as she ruffled my hair affectionately, "but you could be expected to make some sacrifices to your manliness."

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked - suddenly worried.

Chris did not reply to my question immediately. She did however grab my hand and pull me up the stairs; her grip was fierce and relentless. I knew exactly where we were going and why.

"First lesson tonight Sweetie," she said as she started peeling off her clothes and dropping them onto the floor of our bedroom. "Now come on. Get that pink tongue of yours working on me. Show me how much you love me."

I was almost naked at about the same time as she was. Our clothes had been strewn carelessly around the room but we didn't care. Christine's beautiful body stretched naked before me on the bed, her lovely long legs spread wide waiting for me. It was clear to me that she had been anticipating my desire to pleasure her, and she was not wrong.

Her labia felt warm against my lips as I kissed and licked the coral pink flaps in the way that I knew she liked. Already her pussy was wet from her heightened state of desire so I knew that it was time for my tongue to seek out her clitoris and get to work on bringing her to orgasm.

I had never seen her become so intense so quickly before. We usually spend a little time exploring each other before we get to where we were that night. But I was not fooled; I knew where that craving had come from, and it was all to do with the man whose swimming pool we had enjoyed and who had told me that he wanted to date my Wife earlier that evening.

Christine's moans and writhing became more and more intense as I sucked gently and licked vigorously on her sweet little clit. She was in a world of her own, but I had done this many times for the Woman I love and I knew that she was near to climax.

Her orgasm was both noisy and intense. Her screams could be heard down the street as her body flailed violently on the bed. With both of her hands on the back of my head she pressed my face hard against her labia; I couldn't move - I didn't want to - I was locked in a submissive embrace. I was just a 'thing' that provided her pleasure.

As she calmed down and released my head from its loving vice, I continued to gently kiss and lick her slippery lips. I could tell that I had given her everything that she wanted from me that night, and normally that would be the end of our lovemaking. But my sexy lovely Wife wanted more.

"Do you want to?" she said, as she lay languidly back on the bed. "I think your little chap deserves a treat tonight."

I didn't need asking twice. Within milli-seconds I was between Chris's legs and my small hard penis was nestled inside her.

"Finish up Petey," she said as my first thrusts brought me very close to orgasm. "Hurry up and cum because I have a little task for you."

Very quickly I felt the first wave of orgasm cause the first spurt of my seed into Chris's vagina. Another and then another pulse from my penis completed my little moment and I groaned in satisfaction as I collapsed onto my Wife's lovely body.

"Was that nice Dear?"

I barely heard her speak such was my sense of euphoria.

"Was that nice Dear?" she repeated.

"Mmmmm! Yes," I replied, barely conscious.

"Then roll off me and lay on your back Pete."

"Why?"

"This is your very first lesson in becoming unmanned," she replied, as I lay down next to her on our big bed. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" I replied as I felt her get up from the bed and take up a kneeling position with her groin just above my face. But it wasn't her pussy I was looking at, but the back of her left hand. 'Does she want me to kiss her hand?' I thought - now thoroughly confused by it all.

"Are you ready Petey?" she asked - her voice remote from me now as her soft white thighs pressed against my ears and reduced all sound.

"I guess so."

"Then clean me Pete," she said loudly as she removed her hand. "Clean me in the way that thousands of hubbies clean their own dear Wives after their dates with their Lovers. Show me you can do this like all the other gentle loving husbands."

As she lowered her groin down close to my face I could smell the musty aroma of my own semen as it now commenced oozing from her vagina to form small globules of whitish jism on the lips of her labia.

I tried to wriggle free of the tight grip of her thighs on my arms, but I failed. I had no choice. I was trapped. I had to obey.

I had to obey

My tongue flicked up onto her pouting lips and made contact with the larger of the drops of semen. It tasted salty as it slid down my tongue and then my throat. Almost immediately another fell from her vagina directly into my mouth; then another and another all of which I consumed. I understood now just what this little piece of perversion was for; it was to humiliate me and put me in my place. And I was beginning to enjoy the emotions of total submission.

Every drop that I could reach with my tongue or fell into my mouth was consumed. The one drop of sticky jism that had fallen into my left eye was no more than a minor irritation and was quickly forgotten when Chris lowered her groin down further to make contact with my upturned face.

Slowly at first, she moved her pussy backwards and forwards, grinding her labia flaps and clitoris on my nose, lips and chin.

"Learn to serve, Pete," she said. It wasn't a request - it was a command.

I could say nothing in return. My face was being used so she could pleasure herself. Dutifully, I pressed my tongue up onto her sticky wet pussy and felt her respond with a low moan of pleasure. On and on her pleasuring went as my tongue became more and more numb from use. 

Her climax, when it came, was violent and screamingly loud; I was tossed around like small boat in a raging sea. I had never known my sweet Wife Christine become so forceful. I was seeing her in a different light, and I would admit it to anyone, I liked what I was seeing.

Within a heartbeat, she changed back to my adorable Wife and jumped up from the bed to tidy the room, pick up our clothes and switch off the light.

"You did well Pete," she said as she snuggled down with me under the duvet.

"Did I?"

"Mmmm, of course you did my Darling," she replied sleepily. "I'm so proud of you."

She was asleep within seconds and, although I still had a gummed up eye and a salty musty taste in my mouth, I was too.

Monday morning was just like any other. Christine said nothing about the night before and after a slice of toast and a cup of tea I went off to work.

Geoff was in the Boardroom all day with shareholders so I had little chance to speak, not that I had much to say to him. Christine, on the other hand had a lot to say for herself over dinner that evening.

"You're still not convinced, are you?"

"What about?" I didn't want to get into that 'three cornered marriage' stuff again.

"You know damn well."

I said nothing, but I could see that Chris was wanting to talk.

"Do you know Jennifer Green at number thirty two?" she asked as she reached for the salt.

"The pretty girl four doors down from us," I said. "What about her?"

"She has a Master."

"A what?"

"He is a rich Black Man who has been her regular Lover for the last five years. She calls him her Master."

Once again I was being confounded by Christine's knowledge; but I had a question. "And her husband, I think his name is Gerry, does he not have a say in this arrangement?"

Chris looked up at me from her meal in amusement. "What if I told you that it was his idea Pete." 

"If you say so," I replied grumpily, beginning to get fed up with the whole thing. But my lovely Wife was not finished with me yet.

"And Susan and Terry who live in the corner house. Have you noticed that she gets picked up by a big car four nights a week?"

Four nights a week

"Not really," I admitted But I didn't mention that I had spotted that the car was a top of the range Audi.

"Another Master," she responded triumphantly.

And so that is how my evening went. With Christine chattering about all the people she knew in Guildford who were living the cuckold way of life.

It was towards the end of the evening, as we were getting into bed, when a thought struck me. "If this is all so commonplace," I said, "why haven't you succumbed to it all? It's not as if you are pug-ugly after all."

As she rubbed her night cream into her hands and face, she turned to me and shook me to my core with her words. "I was once approached by a very famous and rich Black footballer a few years ago. He wanted to date me and make me his Mistress."

My mouth fell open at this revelation. "What???" Was all I could say.

"You and me were newly married then, so I thanked him for his kind offer and told him that I have a wonderful husband. He was okay about it, and I last heard that he was dating somebody else's young blond Wife, I think she's from Croydon."

".... he was a dating somebody
else's young blond Wife ..."

We were both tired and Christine was asleep very quickly but I could not. My head reeled with thoughts and images of Wives dating other men and the more I thought, the more it became clear to me that I had been living with my eyes closed. I had seen Susan getting into that big Mercedes many times and thought nothing of it; likewise I had often wondered why Gerry at number thirty two always went down to the pub when another car was regularly parked outside his door. Clearly, the big dark man who visited was enjoying pretty Jennifer's charms while Gerry absented himself. If I was cynical before, I was convinced now.

Geoff wasn't available again on the Tuesday, the day of his first official date with my Wife Christine. 

"He's gone to Manchester," Tina told me when I enquired, "he'll be back late this afternoon but has to go home straight away. He's got something special planned for this evening - he tells me."

By the time I arrived home Chris's preparations for the evening were already very advanced. She had showered, fixed her hair and had chosen a set of lingerie for the evening.

"You mean business," I remarked in appreciation of how the tiny straps accentuated the curve of her pretty arse.

"You mean business," I remarked.

After the revelations of the last two days I felt that instead of being terrified  of her dating Geoff, I was now experiencing feelings of complicity. I wanted Christine to look nice for him. I wanted her to enjoy her date, but I was not yet so completely compliant that I wanted her to spend the night with him.

"And you look nice," I muttered.

"Thank you Dear," Chris replied as she pulled a tiny black dress from the wardrobe, stepped into it and pulled it up over the whole lovely ensemble. And once again I noted that she had left her breasts free underneath that little piece of thin and clingy silk-like cloth.

"Oh by the way," she continued, "Geoff came back from Manchester earlier than he had planned so he's picking me up in ten minutes. I have left a salad for you in the fridge and there's a yoghurt for pudding. Must fly."

Moments later, Geoff's car pulled up outside our house, but as she was about to open our front door to leave, she turned to me and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Geoff and I made an agreement on Sunday by the pool. At the end of every date, he will ask me if I want to go back to his place and spend the night with him. It will be our little ritual and I am under no obligation to say yes."

"I remember him saying so," I said.

"That's right, she confirmed, "but if I ever do say yes to his invite, I will text you so you will know that I am with him. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" There was no other answer I could give.

"Then goodnight Pete, now go and get your supper and I may see you later," 

The door closed and she was gone. Gone to enjoy the company of another man. Having fun, flirting no doubt, making promises with her smile and enjoying his gaze at her unfettered breasts beneath the black silk of her dress.

And not for the first time or the last, I sat down with supper on a tray, watching television, next to Christine's empty chair.

To be continued