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  He laughed. “I’m an old man, I’ll need more rest than that.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “I sucked Sean back to hardness after just a few minutes.”

  His stomach tingled at her teasing. “Yeah well, he’s ten years younger than me.”

  “True. But your cock needs less blood because it’s smaller.” She grinned. “So you should manage to get it up even though you’re an ‘old man’.”

  “Is this pep talk supposed to be turning me on?”

  She managed a tiny but expressive shrug, even with her hands tied. “Well, I’m certainly getting turned on by thinking about when I sucked Sean’s dick… and what he did with it once it was hard.”

  Nigel got up off the bed. “Good, you can keep thinking about it while I clean up, then I might pop downstairs for a beer.”

  She glared at him. “You’re not serious.”

  “I sat around all night waiting for you to get laid, so you can wait for a little while.”

  Leaving her tied to the bed and covered in cum, Nigel walked into the en suite and turned on the shower.

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  Chapter Four

  Nigel woke with Karen’s arm around his waist. She smelled of baby oil and sex, and he smiled at the memory of the previous evening. He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled closer.

  “Good morning,” he whispered with his lips pressed against her hair.

  She kissed his chest, then looked up into his face. “Hi.”

  “Sleep okay?”

  “Mmm, when you finally stopped abusing me.”

  He smiled at the memory of how he’d taken her the previous evening. He hadn’t needed her to suck him back to hardness; by the time he’d finished his shower, he was more than ready to go again. Without a word, he’d climbed on the bed and fucked her. He’d lasted a long time—long enough for her to come twice—and finished inside her.

  Then he’d untied her arms and legs and dragged the quilt over their tired bodies. She’d wanted to have a shower, but he hadn't let her.

  “Nige?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I’m sorry for backing out last night.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “I should have gone through with it. I’ll never meet his wife, and the state of his marriage is none of my business.”

  He rubbed her back. “Being a hotwife may take a bit of getting used to.”

  “I do want to fuck other men, and I will. I promise.”

  “Good.”

  “But in a way, I’m glad I didn’t last night. I loved what you did to me.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’ve never been tied up before, and it really turned me on.”

  “How come?”

  “What, how come I’ve never been tied up before, or how come it turned me on so much?” Her teasing smile was back.

  “Both.”

  “I can’t answer the first, but it turned me on because you could have done anything you wanted to me, and there would have been nothing I could do to stop you.”

  “You could actually have just said ‘no’, and I’d have stopped.”

  Karen laughed. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” She gently dragged her nails across his stomach, making patterns. “I lost count of the number of times I came last night.”

  “Not bad for an old guy, huh?”

  “You’re not old.” She kissed his chest, then winced as she rearranged her legs. “I’m actually quite sore now.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Bastard.”

  “Blame Purple Sean.”

  She giggled, reaching down to give his soft cock a squeeze. “I think it was this that made me sore. After your shower, you seemed to fuck me forever.”

  He tightened his arm around her. “I had some frustration to work off. And before you apologise again”—He kissed the top of her head—“Last night couldn’t have gone better.”

  “If I wasn’t so sore, I’d ask you to make love to me.”

  He laughed. “I don’t think I’ll get another hard-on for a month.”

  “Yes, you will.” She sat up and looked down into his eyes. “You definitely will. I’ll make sure of it.”

  A warm tingle spread through him. He squeezed her hand and they both smiled.

  “Right,” she said, climbing out of bed. “I’m going to soak my tender bits in the bath.”

  “Okay. I’ll put all the bedding in the washer and bring you up a cup of tea.”

  “And orange juice.” She looked down at the improvised bindings. “You might want to take your ties off the bed legs and headboard, too. But keep them easy to hand, you’re going to need them again soon.”

  * * * *

  Work and after-school taxiing resumed after the weekend, and the only times Nigel and Karen seemed to have to themselves was when they went to bed. On Wednesday night, he thought she seemed a little preoccupied.

  He put his book down and stroked her arm. “You okay?”

  She looked up and nodded.

  He frowned to show he didn’t believe her, and she let out a sigh and dropped her phone.

  “It was announced today that our product’s going into development. They’re going to market it.”

  “Wow, congratulations.” He scratched his chin. “But that’s good news, so why…?”

  “There’s going to be a celebratory party for the whole team.”

  As he caught her emphasis, the penny dropped. “Ah.”

  “It’s in a big hotel in Mayfair.”

  “Ooh, swanky.” He kept his tone light, suspecting she’d been worrying about his reaction to her being in another hotel with Sean. “It’s not a problem. You know that. In fact, it’s quite a long way from being a prob—”

  “Partners are invited.”

  “Oh.” He thought about meeting Sean, seeing what he looked like and picturing him fucking Karen. “I promise I won’t cause any problems. I’ll be charming and—”

  “But I’ll have to meet his wife.” She looked pained. “I’ll have to look her in the eye, smile and pretend to be a nice person—rather than the scheming adulteress I really am.”

  Nigel held his breath. She was clearly upset. He took her hand. “Stop it. What happened in Copenhagen didn’t harm their marriage.” He chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. “It certainly didn’t harm ours.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think their dynamic is the same as ours. How many times did the term ‘hot-husband’ come up in your research of the subject?”

  “She won’t know anything happened. He would have gone home in a good mood with a lot of happy memories. Stop worrying, you did nothing wrong.”

  Karen squeezed his hand. “Thank you. But I still feel like a bitch.”

  “Well, don’t. When is it?”

  “A couple of weeks’ time.”

  He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Okay. Stop worrying about meeting Sean’s wife, and start thinking about what dress you’re going to buy for it.”

  She smiled weakly, turned out her light and settled down in bed. Nigel read to the end of the chapter then turned his own light out.

  As he lay in the dark, he thought about finally meeting the only other man who’d had sex with his wife in the last twenty years.

  * * * *

  Nigel spent his Saturday evening in the lounge trying to read his paper while the girls watched some wannabe pop star crooning in front of a panel of judges. His watch said it was just after eight, which meant he had another whole hour of wailing to withstand.

  Lucy looked up at the doorway. “Ooh, you look nice.”

  Nigel followed her gaze and felt his jaw drop. Karen had entered the room and was sorting through her handbag.

  “Thank you.” Karen smiled at her daughter but didn’t look at Nigel.

  She was dressed in a tight white top, clingy black skirt and black stilettos. She’d applied heavy makeup and her hair was do
wn and freshly washed. She looked really sexy. She’d also chosen the stretchiest clothes she possessed, Nigel noted.

  “Where are you going?” Lucy asked.

  “I’m meeting a friend for a drink.” Karen gave Nigel the briefest of glances. “We were supposed to get together last weekend, but then I had to cancel at the last minute.”

  Cold excitement trickled through him.

  Karen checked her reflection in the mirror while slipping on her leather jacket. She grinned at him as she grabbed her keys. “I’m going to take my car. Why have a company Beamer if you can’t show it off?” She narrowed her eyes, then smiled at the girls. “Bye guys.”

  “Bye,” the two of them chorused, then turned their attention back to the TV show.

  Nigel sat in stunned silence and watched Karen reverse her car off the drive.

  She’s going out to fuck someone.

  When had she decided to do this? She’d last been seen upstairs, proofing some press releases. He’d assumed she’d been slaving away in peace and quiet. He rested the paper over his groin to hide his erection. Though astounded she hadn’t voiced her intentions earlier, the impulsiveness made his whole body tingle. The guy might not even be in the same pub, but something told Nigel that even if he wasn’t, she’d find somebody else to take his place.

  Throughout the evening, he couldn’t think about anything but what his wife was up to. He checked his watch often, trying to gauge when she’d get to the pub. He tried to remember what time the guy had appeared the previous week.

  The girls watched a one of the Twilight films, then headed upstairs around eleven. Nigel sat alone and drank a beer. His balls tingled and his boxers were damp with precum.

  He went to bed at midnight and lay on his back for a while with his mind in turmoil. He eventually tried to get some reading done, but it was pointless.

  Finally, he heard her car pull onto the drive. He checked his phone—it was now 00:27. That meant she’d probably left Shrewsbury about a quarter to twelve, which would have given her at least two and a half hours to find Richard, or some other eager bloke, take him for a drive, and fuck him.

  Her key in the door made his heart race. He listened as she came up the stairs, then held his breath when she walked into the bedroom. He couldn’t help staring. Her clothes were twisted, her makeup was smudged, and her hair was dishevelled.

  She’s fucked someone.

  Karen walked to the foot of the bed and looked into his face. “I did it.”

  He swallowed.

  She pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the floor, then pushed her skirt down over her hips and kicked it away. Slowly, she unclipped her bra at the front. As the cups came away, he saw a love bite on one of her breasts. Karen held his gaze as she pushed her thong down her legs and then bent to pick it up, holding it open so he could see the gooey mess soaked into the crotch.

  It was another man’s cum, and it’d dribbled out of her during the drive home. The guy had deposited it deep in her cunt, and she’d returned home to her pervert husband to show him the evidence.

  Nigel ached for her.

  Karen walked to his side of the bed wearing nothing but her shoes. He wanted her more than ever.

  She pulled the quilt back and looked at his cock, which was rock hard and smeared in precum. “Did you have a wank?”

  He shook his head.

  “Good.” She stepped out of her shoes. “I’ll tell you about it in a while, but first I want your dick. And I want your cum.”

  His throat constricted. “But you’ve already had his—”

  “Yes I have, and now I want yours.” She climbed onto the bed and got herself into position to guide his cock inside her.

  He groaned as he was enveloped in her heat and wetness. A dirty thrill ran through him; he was getting sloppy seconds. His cock was slushing through a mix of his wife’s juices and her lover’s cum. “I’m not going to last—”

  “I don’t care. Just let loose and enjoy it.” She rocked her hips. “We both know you’ll fuck me again when I give you the details.”

  Nigel closed his eyes and sighed as she rolled her hips and clenched her inner muscles. His legs shook with pent-up energy.

  She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Come on. Fill me up.”

  He held his breath. After a strong initial spasm, it felt like every muscle in his body relaxed for the first time in hours.

  He flooded her. Spurt after spurt jetted from him, leaving him weak.

  Karen rocked her hips and hummed, kissing his forehead and eyelids. “Mmm. Yeah, that’s it. Mmm...”

  He let out a long sigh, and she finally stilled her hips.

  When he opened his eyes, she smiled at him. “Better now?” Her eyes sparkled.

  Nigel nodded, too breathless to speak.

  “Good.”

  He swallowed. “Why? Why tonight?”

  She shrugged. “I had to start somewhere.”

  “Is it because of the party in London?”

  “No. Maybe. I don’t know.” She raised herself up and off him.

  Before she’d had a chance to pull away, he felt his cum run out of her onto his cock and balls.

  She’d obviously felt it too. She glanced down at the dribbled mess and then looked back at his face, her eyes wide with embarrassment. “D’you want me to wipe—”

  “No.” He laughed and shook his head. “I like what it is. And as you said, I’ll be adding more later.”

  She kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He wondered if she’d sucked the stranger’s cock earlier, but it didn’t cause him any disquiet.

  She broke the kiss and pulled back to sit on her own side of the bed. She took a breath and combed her fingers through her hair. “I decided that I was wrong last week. If I’m going to be a hotwife, I need to accept that some of the men I see will be married. As you pointed out, Sean’s married, so what was my problem?”

  Nigel kept silent while she talked it through.

  “Their wives aren’t my concern,” she said with conviction. “If a man tells me he doesn’t want to have sex with me because he’s married, I’ll respect his decision.”

  “But if he’s married and does want to have sex with you?”

  “Happy days.”

  He chuckled. “So, tell me about tonight.”

  “I drove to the same car park and went to the same pub. It was just as busy as last week, but I spotted him as soon as I walked in.”

  Nigel was surprised but pleased that the guy had been there again. “Did he approach you, or was he too embarrassed after last week?”

  “He didn’t see me until I approached him.”

  “What did you say?”

  “I told him it was his round, and he bought me a drink.”

  He laughed. “And?”

  “When he’d got my drink I told him I’d changed my mind. He asked why, and I said I don’t know his wife and I’m not his marriage counsellor.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Nothing, he just clinked glasses and his marital status wasn’t mentioned again.”

  “What was mentioned?”

  She shrugged. “We just shot the breeze and flirted. He knew I was up for it, and he seemed to spend a lot of time checking out my body.”

  “How long did you stay in the pub?”

  “We just had the one drink. Maybe half an hour or so.”

  “Did you talk dirty to him?”

  “In the pub?”

  His gut tightened. “Anywhere.”

  “In the pub I was suggestive, using more innuendo.”

  “And in the car?”

  She smiled. “In the car I said filthy things.”

  A shiver ran through him. “Getting back to the pub, what happened when you’d finished your drinks?”

  “He asked if I wanted another, but I suggested we go for a drive instead.”

  “And?”

  She giggled. “He practically dragged me from the pub.”
/>   Nigel’s cock swelled slightly. “Did he suggest his car?”

  “No. I’d told him in the pub that I’d brought my own as it has leather seats.”

  “Did the two of you hold hands as you walked back to the car?”

  She shook her head. “We took his Astra from the pub to the car park, then we got into mine.”

  “Was he impressed?”

  She grinned. “Yes, but not by my car.”

  “Slut.”

  “Yes, I was a slut. I asked him where I should drive, and he directed me to a picnic area a couple of miles out of town. There was a small car park surrounded by trees. And bushes. And shrubs.”

  He chuckled. “Sounds nice and secluded.”

  “It was in the middle of nowhere. I suspect he’s been there quite a few times.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  She shook her head. “Not at all.”

  “Did you get into the backseat?”

  “No. He sat in the passenger seat and I hitched my skirt up round my waist and climbed over and sat on his lap, facing him.”

  “More kissing?”

  “Yes, lots of kissing. I like kissing, and he was good at it.”

  “Any touching?”

  “Of course. Good kissing means I get my tits groped.”

  He smiled. “How long for?”

  “I wasn’t watching the clock, Nige. Anyway, I knelt up on his seat and hitched my top up to my neck. Then I opened the front of my bra and pushed my tits into his face.”

  “And what did he do?”

  “He sucked my nipples for a bit, then his hands slid up my thighs…” She leaned over and reached down to his cock. A dirty smile creased her face as her fingers closed around his semi. “Get on top of me, right now”

  Nigel did as she said, and she spooned him back into her now-sodden channel. They both let out a sigh. She pulled him close so her mouth was next to his ear. Though he liked to watch her face while she described things, her breathy whispers gave him goosebumps.

  “He pulled my thong to one side and slipped his fingers in.”

  “How many?”

  “Two I think, but maybe three. I was so wet. Then he finger-fucked me while he chewed my tits.”