The weather was perfect, so I got everything ready and set up so that I could start grilling as soon as Cheryl got home. She welcomed the idea when she arrived and went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes while I got things started.
Watching her climb the stairs, I wondered how successful her outfit had been in attracting attention and how much she had enjoyed seeing all those eyes turn and jaws fall open. I was quite sure her firm’s productivity would have been noticeably reduced.
I hadn’t been all that productive myself, I supposed at first, but given how large the numbers were looking on that account, I had to wonder if it was going to end up being a significant source of income. I realised at the same time that a whole new income wouldn’t exactly be easy to explain.
I made tin-foil packets of cut vegetables and par-boiled chunked potatoes and got those on the grille first, then brought out a chilled bottle of white wine. I smiled as Cheryl joined me out in the back, relaxing in a flowing skirt and body-hugging tank top. She looked sexy in anything, especially clothes that hugged her figure, but she felt sexy in what she wore, nothing could match it. The chicken wouldn’t take long to grill so I threw it on the heat as soon as she came out to the patio and made herself comfortable.
I’d set the table outside already so we were ready to eat as soon as the food was done. Despite everything that had happened over the past day or two, it felt so good to sit and talk and laugh with her. The simple joy made every care drift away, at least temporarily.
Some thoughts were impossible to banish forever. I was curious while at the same time, I wanted to continue to let her know that I was alright with her explorations — even encouraging of them.
“So, how did your outfit go over at work today?” I asked.
Her answer started with a smile that slowly widened across her face.
“Well… I think it was pretty fun. I don’t think I’d ever really felt like that before. I felt sexy, but in a way that I was in control of. I’ve certainly noticed men checking me out at work before, but because I’d chosen my clothes today for my own reasons, it felt like I had the power, you know?”
“Yes, I can certainly imagine. You liked that feeling?”
“I did. Is that bad? It made every look I got feel like it was something I was doing to them, rather than having their looks be something they were doing to me.”
“Who is doing what to whom?” came a giggly voice over the fence.
Both Cheryl and I turned our heads to see Lydia’s smiling face over the fence.
Cheryl laughed and invited her to join us, only looking over at me after the words were out. I smiled and nodded.
I rose as she made her way out to the front and then back beside our house.
“What can I get you to drink? I asked.
“Oh, a beer would be lovely. Thank you so much,” she smiled.
I ducked into the house and fetched a cold beer from the fridge. When I returned, Lydia had taken a seat beside Cheryl, who was in the middle of recapping the outfit she’d worn to work.
“Oh, I wish I could have seen you in that,” Lydia teased.
Given what I knew Lydia had seen her in, and out of, it might have seemed a strange thing to say, but I understood.
I placed Lydia’s beer down on the table in front of her and took a seat across from them. They conversed easily and it was a kind of tormenting tease to watch them together. They weren’t rude at all and made an effort to keep me engaged in the conversation, even if there was an unspoken subtext to everything.
On my second trip back into the house to refresh their drinks and put together some snacks, I realised that I was almost unconsciously sinking into a service role with them both. What kind of man reacts that way, I asked myself. In the face of the woman his wife has slept with, I offer her a drink and hors d'oeuvres? I knew I wasn’t just the average cuckold in this situation, of course. I suppose that Cheryl had been cuckolded first, if that was a thing. The husband of the woman sleeping with my wife had taken me first, as his submissive fucktoy. My life seemed unreal.
I returned with the drinks and bowls full of chips and pretzels on a large tray, finding them laughing. I smiled along with them, setting down the tray and taking my seat again. I didn’t ask what they had been laughing about and just tried to pick up the threads of their conversation when I could.
It was a good time, even with all my conflicted emotions. Most of the time we just seemed to be talking and laughing like good friends or close neighbours. All three of us were laughing when Liam walked back to join us.
“This sounds like where the fun is,” he said. He walked over to Lydia and leaned down to kiss her. I looked over to Cheryl at that moment, seeing her gaze locked on the kiss.
He took a seat and smiled as he looked across at us.
“It looks like I’ve missed dinner,” he said.
“Not at all,” I interjected, reminding myself not to refer to him as Master. “I’ve got burgers that I can throw on the grill and have ready for you in no time.”
I was already rising out of my chair.
“Well thank you. I’ll come with you, if you don’t mind. I just need to use your washroom and I’ll grab a beer.”
Our wives were already back in conversation as we stepped inside, and he spoke as soon as the patio door slid shut behind us.
“Go and get that ass plugged and lock your clit in its cage. Hurry.”
My face burned and I felt the rise of panic tightening my chest. He made his way to the bathroom, ignoring my reaction. I didn’t have time to think about the consequences or complications, not with him timing me and with the women out back expecting our return.
I rushed downstairs and opened the room. I didn’t even bother to close the door behind me. I just pulled down my pants and quickly lubricated my ass and the plug, then twisted and pushed the thing inside me. Once it finally slipped fully inside, I got myself into the cage and closed the lock. I pulled my clothes back up and took a deep breath, then made my way back upstairs.
I was alone in the kitchen for now, so I just pulled the burgers and buns out and set up a tray to carry back out the grill. I was just about to head back outside when I heard him approach me from behind.
“You will have a hard time hiding or explaining those toys in bed, wouldn't you, Crissy?”
“Yes, Master. Crissy would have a hard time explaining why she was caged and plugged, Master,” I replied in a hoarse whisper.
“Then you had better encourage your wife to spend the night with someone else.”
As soon as we stepped out into the yard, everything in his tone was back to normal. I took a beat and remembered what I was doing, then stepped over to fire up the grill once more and let it heat up. I watched the three of them chat as I cooked, trying to think of how I was going to accomplish it while it sank in just what that task was.
I prepped the condiments as the burgers sizzled away and the buns toasted, so that by the time that they were done, I had everything set up to bring over and set down on the table.
“Wow, that looks incredible. Thank you,” said Liam. Turning to Cheryl he added, “You must be spoiled having your own house-husband ready to cook for you when you get home each day.”
She smiled.
“Oh yes, it is a blessing. I sometimes forget how things were before, when we were both working in offices. Everything seemed so rushed. But you aren’t stuck at home all the time, are you?”
She had turned to face me and I saw real concern in her expression.
“Don’t worry about me. I get out now and again to meet with other consultants, and having my days free to run errands when needed is a blessing,” I replied, then paused, an idea suddenly coming to me. “Speaking of getting out though, I was thinking about a movie. I’ve been wanting to get to a theatre again, and I noticed that The Maltese Falcon is playing down at the Revue. Any takers?”