Back to work
The clinic took blood and other stuff from all the places you might expect. There was some suspense but we ended up all clear. I wasn’t surprised but Carol was was obviously scared. Insisting on going to the clinic stripped away any pretence that what she’d been doing was harmless fun.
Seeing my filmed material at home was one thing but being naked in front of medical staff, having needles stuck in you— that kind of stuff is different, especially if you let it get to you, and Carol did let it get to her.
She was good until we got home and then she collapsed into a snivelling heap. My task changed right then, I had to love her back onto an even keel. I know there are plenty of folk who'd say I should rub it in but I couldn't see how that would help either of us.
The whole experience with being caught out and then me insisting on the clinic had a flattening effect on Carol. She said she was okay with everything but I knew I had some work to do if we were not to sink back into a more vanilla life. The problem was figuring where to start because this was all new to me.
We took the pictures down from the walls. Carol was in two minds about that, arguing that she needed to be punished more. I couldn't see the point in that. We needed to move forward but she kept all the pictures and insisted on getting some simple frames with quick release backs so she could put a new picture up any time. She had one on the back of her wardrobe door from then on and sometimes I'd find one on the bedroom wall.
You might think I’d be glad to have a dutiful wife back but it wasn’t that simple. We had to avoid getting back in a rut, but on top of that, she had to go back to work, to do what amounted to her job and Dean’s, with other folk curious to know what happened to Dean and Jay. Luckily, my work was flexible so I could go with her when she was away, at least for the first few times. I could do my freelance work from the hotel.
“Why not keep the belt on at work,” I said, “and let’s concentrate on your work and getting you on an even keel.”
“And being incredibly frustrated,” she said.
"I didn't say that you had to leave it on at night. I plan on coming with you for a couple of weeks."
She thought the first week would be hell for her. She knew that at every meeting the client would want to know what happened to Dean. We spent the whole time on the way to the hotel rehearsing different things she could say. In the end, we settled for one line.
"He fell out with the boss. It's all confidential, you'll have to ask headquarters."
That ought to shut off most questions. We had one fall back— "One thing I do know is that it's nothing to do with money or trade. Any orders that have been acknowledged by head office are safe, anything else, let me know." That was to maintain customer confidence as much as anything but also to give Carol a chance to pick up on anything that Dean had started but not finished.
That first night back at the hotel, she was confused and irritated.
"I don't know what Dean was doing," she said. "Now I look back on it, he hadn't let me into what was going on with any of the bigger clients. He was giving me scraps to deal with, testing me, playing me to get my knickers off."
I didn't tell her that I could have guessed that from watching ten minutes of the pair of them on video.
"He didn't leave any notes or anything to go on. Every account is a struggle."
"The first few weeks are always tough, love. Why don't you relax, tell me everything you do know about each client and we'll record what you say. While you're at work tomorrow, I'll type it up. You'll get some rest and it will give me something to do while I'm hanging around."
She looked at me for a minute or more— for so long that I was beginning to wonder what was going on in her head.
"I don't deserve help like that. I wanted the job. If I’m honest, I let Dean fuck me to get it. I ought to live up to it or quit."
"I don’t care,” I said. “That was before. Let’s do it anyway and see how it goes. I've dialled down my work for a couple of weeks. Let's play it by ear."
"I'll owe you," she said.
"Well that's good," I chuckled for a second but I couldn't help myself. "I know what you do for someone you're trying to please."
She threw a pillow at me. That seemed like a good result. I was tempted to throw one back but I had a better plan in mind.
“What did you do with Dean when you stayed here before?”
“You know because you read my diary.”
“I want more details. You came back at the end of the day— did he come to your room right then?”
“No, I had a nap for half an hour and met him to eat and then we went to his room.”
“What was his room number?”
“403.”
"Next door to this one with a connecting door?" I knew that because she'd included the number in her diary. What she didn't know was that I booked both rooms over the phone before we set off. Looking at her face, she didn't seem to have cottoned on to my plan.
"Cunning, wasn't it?" she said. "You're making me own up to all my wickedness."
"Did you book the rooms?"
"No, Dean did."
“So his cunning led to your wickedness.” I chuckled and made sure to catch her eye to see I was joking... She'd guessed. Wicked isn't a word I ever use about her.
"Have a nap and take a shower," I said. "It's been a tough day and then we'll eat. I'm going to check some things with reception, I told them to catch any messages for me." I stopped for a second, waiting to see if she'd say anything.
"I think that belt ought to come off," I said, handing her the key. "I bet you didn't wear knickers when you met Dean for dinner?"
"How did you guess?"
"It must be this room, maybe the walls remember."
She handed me the key to my device. "Fair's fair," she said, "I'll see you in the restaurant in forty minutes."
I waited until she was in the shower before I took off the cage. I skipped next door to change and prepare. As far as I knew, everything was exactly as it had been when Dean was there— close enough anyway. When we’d been at his barbecue, I’d seen the brand of aftershave and deodorant in his bathroom, I guess then I was thinking it might help me get her back but with luck, he was a creature of habit.
I sprayed some of the stuff around in room 403. I didn’t use any myself because I didn’t want to give the game away. I wished I’d known what kind of clothes Dean had worn but I had no idea. When I packed I assumed there would be a flashy element to it so in my bag I had surreptitiously included an expensive looking casual jacket and a silk shirt and cravat.
I looked tastelessly flash. Probably an insult to Dean and certainly to men’s fashion in general, but definitely not in a rut.
I waited at the restaurant door for Carol, took her arm and led her to our table. I laid on the charm by the bucketload, trying to behave as though I was absolutely sure that I was the most attractive guy in town with the best looking woman on my arm— well it was half true..
The one thing going for me was that Carol had never seen me behaving anything like that.
We had one of those nouvelle cuisine starters that amount to nothing at all, followed by a very good sea bass. That had twiddly potatoes along with broccoli and peas. We drank a wine with it that was supposed to look like champagne. A flunkey with the bottle wrapped in a white cloth poured it so you couldn’t see that it was some sort cheap fizz.
Flashy was my theme for the evening. I aimed at a sort of showing off meal, tasty but tasteless, if you get what I mean. We ended off with tiramisu, coffee and liqueurs.
It was fun, a game to play and a little kinky because I knew that Carol had no underwear on. I could make suggestive remarks and enjoy her flirting back, while trying to forget the fact that I was talking to a woman who’d had no sex for almost a week after having all she could get the week before.
Why didn't we fuck like rabbits after the clinic? Partly because Carol was sad but mostly because I was determined to exert some control. I wanted to set an example to demonstrate that I could control myself. Crazy I know, but I think it sort of worked. Carol stayed locked up.
We set off back to our room. I gave nothing away, taking out my key to 403 as we got out of the elevator. We strolled arm in arm down the corridor and came to 403 before 401. I stuck the key card in the lock and heard a sharp intake of breath from Carol.
I stepped into the room and kept hold of her arm, pulling her behind me. I didn't put the light on.
"What have you done?" she said.
"How do you mean?"
"This room— it's not our room. It smells like Dean— you haven't..."
"Is it making you wet?"
"God, yes... Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It sounds as if I don't want you."
"It was my plan, kiddo. I love it when a plan comes together. What did you do with him?"
"He sat on the bed and lifted my dress."
"And you had a shaved pussy with no panties, right?" I said as I sat on the bed and lifted her skirt. "And then?"
"He told me how good it looked."
"It sure does and I guess you were dripping like you are now?" I said as I ran a finger along her slit.
"Oh yes," she said.
"Then?"
"He made me kneel and he pulled off my dress," she said as she sank to her knees.