Simon was dreading going into work on Monday. Monday mornings brought their own hassles and stress, but this Monday he had the humiliation of facing Chris. Lucy tried her best to put it all into perspective.

“Look,  this won’t be the first Monday morning that you have gone into work after I have been fucked by Chris,” she told him. “You went in last Monday after I had let him fuck me on a Friday night, and the Monday before. Then there’s been the odd weekday that we have… well, got together for a quickie.”

He knew that Friday night hadn’t been their first time, but he hadn’t realised that there had been quite a few times other before as well.

“You sound as though you’ve been at it like rabbits the whole time,” he had told her.

Lucy just laughed. “Not as bad as that but well… we have had our moments.”

He felt that angst again, but he was also aroused.

“So, tell me about them then?” he asked.

She chided him. “Now, now, Simon. Remember the rule about questions!”

His attitude changed to one of being sullen. Lucy hugged and kissed him. “Don’t be like that love.”

He just shrugged. Her hand dropped to his groin. “There was one time,” she said after kissing him, “we went for a lunchtime drive down some country lanes. Chris found a sheltered lay-by and we got into the back seat and… well, you know!”

“Like we used to?”

She smiled. “Mmm, the risk of getting caught always adds to the excitement doesn’t it?”

He had to agree. “Was it comparable?”

She didn’t respond for a moment. It was almost as if she was deciding whether she should punish him or not. She softened. “Well, bigger is always better, but it was as exciting as our times. Me, taking off my tights and panties and getting out the front seat and getting in the back to join you with your jeans round your ankles.”

Simon laughed. He remembered it well. “So, you were on top then?”

“Well, it is the easiest position for the backseat of a car, and I do enjoy being in control. I like to make sure that I cum as well.”

He began to picture it. “Did… did he push your top up and bare your tits to kiss and suck?”

She nodded. “A couple of times he had my top and bra off.”

“A couple of times?”

She smiled and nodded.

“So, it wasn’t just the once then?”

She shook her head. The angst began to take over again. “Did… did he… afterward?”

She kissed him. She knew what meant. “He keeps a pack of wipes in his glove compartment.”

His mind flipped back to their times, him reaching over the back seat to grab a pack of tissues to clean up before dressing again.

“Does he…?”

“Chris is a gentleman like you darling.”

It told him all that he needed to know. He too liked to clean her up after fucking, her cum covered cunt, between her thighs where it had ran down, and even the seat, glistening with their combined juices. She would reciprocate by cleaning him up too. “I bet he really enjoys doing that.”

Lucy just nodded.

“He likes those intimate moments… of getting to know you better then?”

Lucy didn’t respond. There was no need to. She kissed him again and then sent him on his way to work… and to Chris, her lover.

A rush order had come in over the weekend and it was much busier than usual. Their paths crossed a few times during the day but there was no time to engage in any real conversation, or even be alone in each other’s company. Just after five, he left the office relieved at not having any meaningful dialogue with Chris. He had even reached his car feeling relaxed and relieved, but then Chris suddenly came rushing across the car park.

“Fancy a drink?”

“W… well, I can’t really. Drink, driving, and all that!”

Chris slapped him across the shoulder. “It’s only for a quick pint… just a half maybe. I just wanted to… well, you know?”

Simon sighed as he walked away with Chris, his hand in his jacket pocket feeling the padlock key and chain handed to him by Lucy that morning. The pub was just around the corner from the factory and as they walked Chris was moaning about Maddison’s, the customer who wanted the rush order. “Bet they won’t be rushing to pay their fucking invoice?” he complained.

Simon nodded in agreement. All he could think about was Chris fucking his wife. Inside, they found a quiet table in the beer garden and sat down.  Chris took a couple of swigs of beer and then started to talk about Lucy.

“So… Lucy has told you about us then?”

He nodded.

“Does it make your cuckolding worse or better, knowing who Lucy is seeing?”

Simon just looked down at his glass. “I suppose it’s a bit of both, isn’t it?” he responded with a shrug.

“I don’t know. It’s… it’s my first time.”

He glanced at him. Was Chris trying to tell him something, he wondered. “It’s not your first time though is it?” he responded feeling angry. “I mean cuckolding a husband.”

He nodded. “Yes, I’ve cuckolded lots of husbands, but only two have known about it.”

Simon looked at him. “I thought you were an expert at cuckolding.”

Chris laughed. “Expert? No way. Okay, technically I suppose what I have been doing is cuckolding, but I have no real idea what life is like on the other side of the fence, for those who enjoy it, I mean.”

This surprised Simon. “Oh, I thought that maybe you got most of your women from one of those websites that cater to this sort of thing?”

He laughed as he shook his head. “No, I see someone I fancy and go for it. I wouldn’t go down that route. You never know who or what’s at the other end of the screen, do you? ”

“And that’s how you got Lucy?”

Chris nodded. “Yep, more, or less. I had always fancied her, even tried it on a few times, but she came into the office a few weeks ago, you know, that day Harris made a cock-up with Johnston's order, and you were busy sorting it out. I chatted her up in reception, asked her out, and she said yes.”

“As easy as that, hey?”

Chris shrugged. “I suppose it was,” he responded. “I was a bit surprised, to be honest, but on our date, she explained that you… well, wanted her to cuckold you, and that’s where we are now.”

Simon took a large sip of his beer, not really knowing what to say. His fantasy, his vision of being cuckolded had never taken him this far. For him, it had been a simple matter of Lucy going out on a date and coming home later to tell him about her adventures, and to enjoy the fruits of her enjoyment, as it were. But real life was never as simple as that.

Chris interrupted his thoughts, finishing his drink and offering him another. He hesitated. “You can always leave the car and get a taxi home,” he told him. “Maybe even give Lucy a call to pick you up?”

Simon finished his drink and handed him the glass. “Thanks, I will.” He needed another one, and he knew that Lucy would pick him up if asked.

“So does it bother you, it being me cuckolding you?” Chris asked a few minutes later as they held their refilled glasses.

Simon looked away momentarily.

“I suppose it must do. Me, being your boss as well as work colleague.”

He nodded in silence.

“It might also give it some edge as well… the humiliation and all that.”

Simon looked at him. He was right. Chris leaned forward to talk quietly. “I mean, I know Lucy’s body as intimately as you do. I have touched her sex with my fingers, kissed it with my lips, tasted her, and all slowly and gently. I know her, perhaps better than you do.”

He sat back. It hurt him but at the same time excited him. “In… in what way?” he asked as he sat forward.

Chris gave him that supercilious grin that was his trademark. “Well,  wives tend to be less inhibited… more adventurous in bed with someone other than their husband,” he replied. “In my experience, anyway. Wives… wives don’t like their husbands to see their slutty side. With one-night stands or a casual affair, they don’t really care what the guy thinks of them. They’re out of their lives in the twinkle of an eye, but a husband… “

Simon nodded. He knew what Chris meant. “And Lucy?”

He smiled, sat back, and took another swig of his before leaning closer again. “Well, what do you think, Simon.”

He didn’t answer.

“Put it this way Simon, You don’t want a woman who just lies there staring up at the ceiling do you?”

He pulled back and shook his head. “No… Lucy would never be like that,” he answered without thinking. “Is she what you would call a screamer?”

Chris laughed before answering with sincerity.  “Well, put it this way, I’m surprised that the next-door neighbour hasn’t complained about the noise.”

His comment stung again but at the same time it was what he wanted to hear; it excited him. “W… was she easy the first time?”

Chris sat forward, obviously enjoying talking to Simon about his wife. “Simon, when a married woman goes out on a date with another man she’s going for one thing, and one thing only!”

“Sex?”

“What else is there? Okay, some will go out looking for love – maybe the relationship they are in has come to an end and they want something long-term, but in the main, their sex life is at a low ebb, and they need more than they get at home.”

Simon agreed. “And that was the case with Lucy?”

Chris sat back. “Simon, you told Lucy that you wanted her to cuckold you and she saw that as the ideal opportunity to enhance her sex life.”

“She told you that?”

“Not in so many words, but that’s what she needed.”

Simon thought about what he had just said. “You make it sound as though she was gagging for it!”

Chris laughed before responding to the look on Simon’s face. “On our first date, Simon, We had a drink, and I took Lucy back to my place. We had another drink and then we started snogging and making out on the settee. We managed to get into the position where she was lying back, and I had one leg between hers. I managed to get my knee right up between her thighs, and I was pushing into her crotch. She was soaking down there; not just that but she started to grind against my knee. She was actually grinding her cunt against my knee and getting off on it, and I just kept pushing it harder and harder against her until she came. It was the first time I had ever done that to a woman. I’ve fingered them, licked them, even rubbed them to a climax, but I’ve never done it that way before. Yes, Simon, Lucy was gagging for it.”

Simon just sat there taking in what Chris had just told him.

“You fucked her after that then?”

Chris nodded and took another swig of beer. “I stripped her and took her upstairs.”

“Stripped her?”

“Yes, Simon. Stripped her naked. Even took off her stockings.”

“Stockings? She wore stockings?”

A smile lit his face. “Lucy always wears stockings for me, Simon!”

Simon sat back. Lucy rarely wore them for him anymore.

“I take it you don’t get that pleasure these days?”

Simon shook his head.

“Well, that’s marriage for you, isn’t it?  Six or seven years in and spontaneity goes out the window. Taking each other for granted. Guys are the worst. Wives start getting attention from other guys; work colleagues, neighbours, husbands taking their kids to school. Meet up for a coffee, perhaps lunch breaks together, and then it’s a night out under some pretext or other, and then… get down and get dirty.”

“You know it all hey, Chris?”

Chris smiled. “Got the t-shirt too!”

Simon sat back, taking everything in for a few quiet moments. He thought it would all be so simple; being cuckolded, enjoying the mixture of angst and sexual excitement while Lucy had a good time. Come together afterward with renewed love for one another. It all seemed so easy in fantasy.

Chris interrupted his thoughts. “Anyway, you have something for me, Simon.”

Reality hit him. “Y… yes,” he answered, delving into his pocket.

Chris took it from him slowly. People were walking past them and there he was examining the chain and key before putting it down on the table. Simon was horrified, even though people passed them and didn’t pay attention to them, he felt exposed.

“You know until Lucy told me about you I had no idea about your kind. There was one husband who knew that I was fucking his wife; but he was having problems getting it up, and he let his wife see other men. That was the extent of my knowledge of guys who let their wives sleep with other men, or cuckolds, as they are called. It was only when I went online and looked into it that I realised there was a whole new world out there,” he told him, “and then I found something on chastity cages,” he added as he played with the key with his finger.

Simon looked down watching his finger sliding the key and chain about, bunching them up together and then then spreading them out, almost absentmindedly.

“You know, there was one guy’s story I came upon, where, when his wife discovered his cuckold leanings, caged his cock. She discovered he loved it; he loved her domination. She would cage him a couple of days before her dates and then release him when she came back home the next day. Then she began extending his caged days. She stopped releasing him immediately after a date, and consequently not giving him hand relief, or allowing him to relieve himself. The days became weeks, and the weeks turned into months. You know, he’s now gone eighteen months without release.”

“Bloody hell!”

Chris laughed. “I know! I’d be tearing the bloody thing off. But the thing is, he loves it. He loves the submission; loves the way his wife teases and taunts him. She tries to be naked around him at every opportunity, and when she’s not, she’s wearing revealing outfits. And of course, when she comes home after dates she tells him every little detail.”

Simon sat back taking it all in while Chris finished his drink.

“How have you found wearing one?”

Simon looked at him without answering.

“It’s just that I also came across a chastity contract online. One for a husband and wife, dealing with rules and regulations for wearing a device; times, occasions, and all that. Dealing with things like ejaculation control. Rules regarding keyholders; their functions and authority, etc,.”

“Keyholders?”

Chris nodded.

“Lucy isn’t thinking of having one drawn up is she?”

Chris shrugged his shoulders. “No idea, mate. I have sent her a link, so the rest is down to her.”

Simon finished his drink. He shook his head. “I… I can’t see her taking things that far.”

Chris smiled. “Well, at the end of the day, it’s down to her. She’s the boss, isn’t she!”

Simon opened his mouth to speak but his mobile rang. It was Lucy. He stared at the screen for a moment where her name was emblazoned in red across it. His hand began to shake as he held it to his ear.

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