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Part Two
“Come on you can do it, for me, for us. It will be exciting, something different. Try it, you’ll see, to please me, make me happy, you’ll like doing that, I know you will”
James was sat at one end of the sofa, Sarah was laying across him her head in his lap, looking up at him at she sipped from her glass of wine.
She knew he wanted to just say no, stop this now. That was part of the attraction of all this, seeing how far she could take him, how hard she could push. Sarah sensed that if she went too far too quickly he would rebel, refuse. But the gentle probing, small steps, light pushes were different. Leading him where he didn’t want to go. Such power. Such fun.
“Just think how you’ll feel, picking up the phone, dialling his number, hearing his voice. I’ll bet you’ll be hard down here”. Sarah ran her finger across the front of his trousers as she spoke, finding the hardness there now. Giggling at his involuntary reaction. “See, you’re excited just thinking about it”.
“I can’t, I don’t know, it’s not right. You’re my wife”,
Sarah smiled. “We’d be doing this together, you’d be involved, helping. That’s what makes it ok. Nothing behind your back, your part of it. Giving me something you can’t give me on your own. A sacrifice for me, because you’re second best, just think how hot that would be”
He was weakening, she could tell, his eyes flitting from the open phone book on the coffee table to her legs. She shifted slightly, legs opening just a fraction. Enough though to move her short skirt up a few inches. Stocking tops and suspenders straps now revealed. Another of his weaknesses, so easy to manipulate him this way.
Unzipping him slowly, looking up smiling as she pulled him free of his trousers. Just inches in front of her eyes, erect, not touching just looking. “You saw him remember, much bigger. Look at yours for me, what do you think, half the size maybe? Maybe less, you have to agree I deserve better honey don’t you?”
James looked down at himself. His voice weak and shaky, “Maybe, yes , probably but Sarah….”
“There are no buts are there” Sarah interrupted. “Think how much better it was for me. It can be like that again, you want me to be happy don’t you. Even if it hurts you a little to make me happy. I think you’d like that really. I think we should try”
Almost trancelike James found himself slowly nodding. He’d agreed hadn’t he. He hadn’t intended to, hadn’t wanted to, didn’t know why he had. So scared but it was what she wanted, what she needed. Maybe Sarah was right, what they needed. So confusing but she seemed so sure, it must be the right thing to do.
Sarah lifted her head. “Run along now, go and get the phone honey” Smiling, happy now it was decided.
James moved slowly, looking at her hopefully, she would stop him surely. Laugh and say she was just joking. Sarah watched him go, enjoying his discomfort, his uncertainty. So sweet, doing this for her, hating it but willing, suffering just for her.
James returned with the phone, looking so sad. Sarah was still lying across the sofa, skirt slightly higher than before, maintaining the sexual tension, keeping the pressure on, no going back for her now. Her elbow propped up on the sofa, head slightly tilted resting on the palm of her hand. Watching him closely, loving the little boy lost look.
She patted the carpet in front of her head. “Kneel here for me, I want to hear, want to see what it does to you. That’s good, now lean back, sit on your heels, a bit closer, I don’t want to miss anything.”
Trousers still unzipped, erection still protruding, straining upwards as he knelt reluctantly but obediently in front of his wife.
James’s face was only inches from his wife’s. He could feel her breath on his cheek, see her eyes moving from his hard cock to his anxious face, smiling approval of both, so perfect for her, just how she wanted him.
Her hand reaching down to feel his excitement, feather light touches, keeping him off balance, a final act of encouragement, a final push.
His hands were shaking, his body trembling, Sarah wasn’t sure if that was the result of her teasing strokes or a sign of his uneasiness at what he had to do but she knew she liked it. Made her wet
Sarah released his cock and held her hand out for the phone. “Here, let me help”. She could feel his eyes watching intently as she slowly pressed out the number, prolonging the agony. Passing the phone back to her husband she waited until he hesitantly put it to his ear before resuming her slow stroking.
She leaned forward an inch to brush her lips against his cheek. “Good boy”, she whispered encouragingly. “Remember, be nice, be polite and respectful, for me, to make me happy”
Sarah could only hear one side of the conversation but could still get the gist of it. His voice shaky with emotion, a few times he faltered, stumbled over his words, stuttered even. She egged her husband on throughout the conversation with whispered directions, light fingernail scratches across the glistening head of his exposed erection. So proud of what she had achieved, what she had turned her husband into.
“Hi Peter this is James”
“Sarah’s husband, we..we met last week.
“Yes, that’s right in the wine bar, well Sarah wanted me to ask you, if she could, well it’s like this, she wants…. she wondered, well we wondered, if maybe …..
Another stroke, another whisper. Sarah giggled softly, “Just ask him James, come on you can do this. For me”
“Sarah would like to see you again” There he’d done it, crossed the line, the words blurted out in a rush.
“No, it’s Sarahs idea, she told me to call, to ask, it’s what she wants”
A silence, Peter was obviously thinking, intrigued, probably amused considering his response.
“Tell him you want it too, ask him nicely” Sarah instructed.
“I..I..I want you to see her again too”. His words hesitant, unsure.
“Say please honey” whispering, stroking, teasing. “Be nice, say please”.
And he did, overcome with the moment, the intensity. James succumbed completely, almost begging this man to agree to a date with his wife. The love of his life.
It was agreed, the phone replaced.
Sarah, approving now he’d done it, pleased with him.
“Good boy” she purred approvingly “I knew you could do it, so good for me”
A deep hungry kiss, revealing her excitement and pleasure.
“This is just the beginning, you’ll see, you’ll learn to like it, come to need it. Only the beginning”
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