His Wife, My Toy: Part 5

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Double Penetration

Sunday 8 June, 09:00I let a week pass. Then I summon Pet and Cuck to the park. The park where two weeks ago I laid my hands on Pet for the first time. The very bench where it happened.Although it’s warm, it’s nevertheless overcast with a threat of rain. That’s fine, it means there’ll probably be fewer people around. The dog walkers are always there, but people just out for a bit of fun tend to stay away.I can tell that they notice me coming, but neither turns to look. I pass behind the bench, coming round to sit down on Pet’s right. I haven’t given any explicit instructions about dress, other than that I want her to wear nylon stockings. She’s wearing a pale dress that buttons down the front, reaching her knees. I pull the dress up enough to be able to lay my hand on her black stocking tops.She doesn’t move a muscle. Just sits, staring straight ahead. My hand stays still. Over in the distance someone whistles for their dog.“Hello, Pet,” I say. “How are you today?”She’s wearing her nerves like body-armour, and she doesn’t answer the question. “What are we doing here?” she asks in an undertone.“You’re looking very fine today, Pet,” I say, ignoring her question in turn. “Quite ravishing.”She lets out a sigh, turning her head anxiously. “I don’t want you thinking I’m a slut,” she says.I move my hand gently against her thigh. “Maybe things did go a little bit overboard last weekend,” I say, acting conciliatory. “But it’s just part of the game. You do understand that, don’t you Pet?”“So you don’t think I’m a slut?”“Of course not.”“It’s just that Cu… we’re a bit uncertain about going on with this…” She turns to look at me for the first time, eyes full of shame and longing. Meaning that it’s her husband who’s the problem, not her. It leaves me with a decision to make, whether to be on my best behaviour, maybe to renegotiate the terms, or to really make this one count.“You know, Pet,” I say, “we never did finish our game last weekend.”“Didn’t we?”“The Porn Roulette, the last clip.”Cuck remembers. Remembers that his wife’s use of her birthday brought up a clip of a couple doing it outside. Maybe he’s been agonising over it all week. I hope so. “I thought you said it looked like they were doing it on private land,” he says.“Well,” I say. “That would make it your garden or mine. Would you rather my neighbours or your neighbours saw your wife sucking my cock?”Pet starts. I give her thigh a little squeeze.“What’s to stop anyone seeing here?” Cuck asks.“There are plenty of spots you can do things in secret,” I say.There’s silence. On the other side of the path in front of us is a wide expanse of grass, sloping upwards to an area dense with trees and bushes. For the moment it’s completely empty of people.“On the other hand,” I say, “there’s nobody around. What do you say, Pet? Fancy a quick taste of my knob.” My hand goes to my flies as I speak.“No!” Pet says hastily. “Not here!”A cyclist appears to our right, as if to ram home the point that it’s too risky. He swishes past, maybe or maybe not noticing my hand on Pet’s thigh. “Maybe you’re right,” I say casually. “But you do want to suck my cock, don’t you, Pet?”I love the way she goes bright red. She’s even more fun when she’s tense and reserved than when a few sips of alcohol have loosened her up. It’s been a week, and I’m determined to have my fun, eager and aroused just imagining tense, nervous Pet here, in a public place.I grab her hand, placing almanbahis şikayet it directly on my crotch. She starts, making to pull it away, but I push her hand down on me. “Feel that, Pet? Feel how hard I am? I’ve been saving myself for you, all week. I haven’t wanked off once. I want you to have it all, Pet.”She snatches her hand away, having spied movement before me. Pesky dog-walkers, two of them, with a dog each, obviously friends, nattering away, the furry beasts gallivanting about.I lean a little to the left, replacing my hand on Pet’s thigh. “You do want it, don’t you, Pet?” I say in a low voice.The dog-walkers come closer, regarding us for a brief moment before veering off.“What do you want?” Pet whispers, in that nervous way that suggests both acceptance and reluctance at once.I lick my lips, watching the backs of the dog-walkers. “I want you to touch yourself, Pet.”There’s a sharp intake of breath. “It’s too open here.”The dog-walkers are fast becoming blots on the distant landscape. No-one else to be seen. “There’s no one here to see,” I push.Pet breathes heavily, looking embarrassed, looking down.“That dress is just the job,” I point out.Pet looks at me, catching my drift. Hesitantly she undoes one of the buttons, which is enough for her to be able to slide a hand inside her dress. We’re both looking at her, Cuck and I, watching the movement underneath her dress. Watching the movement as Pet’s hand slides towards her sex.“What if someone sees?” Pet says nervously.“What is there to see?” I say. “It’s not like you’re showing anything off. Anyway, do you see anyone?”Pet twists her head. There’s no-one. Looking down, looking bashful, she moves her hand, the dress moves.“See that’s not so difficult, now, is it Pet?”She shakes her head, dress moving. Cuck watches, I watch. Then I have a sudden intimation. Quickly I reach out and grab hold of the dress, pulling it up. Pet’s fingers are moving against fabric, against her knickers, but not much more.She snatches the dress back down. “What are you doing?” she exclaims.“Naughty Pet,” I say. “I thought we were agreed on this. When I tell you to touch yourself, what do you do?”“I-I-I…” Pet stutters.“Get your hand out of there,” I tell her.She pulls her hand out of the little opening where the button is undone. She half turns to me. My hand is already inside her dress. She gasps. I slide my hand down, finding the hem of her panties. Her body twists, but I’m not letting her get away with this. My hand is under her panties, my finger slides down her pubes, slides in between her pussy lips, moves lightly. Pet gasps again.“When I tell you to touch yourself, Pet,” I say. “This is what you’re supposed to do; touch your pussy properly. Isn’t that what we agreed?”“There’s someone coming,” Pet breathes, panic seeping into her voice.That’s true enough, there are very faint figures on what passes for a horizon, and to our right a young woman is charting a slightly unsteady course along the gravel path. She looks as if this is more late night for her than early morning.“She’ll see,” Pet panics, her voice growing shrill even in an undertone, as the woman comes closer.“I don’t think she’s the type to care, even if she does notice,” I say, wriggling my finger in Pet’s slit, nudging her clit in the process.“She’ll see,” Pet repeats in a whisper.The woman is almost on us now, and she does see us. She beams a smile, slowing just a little, almanbahis canlı casino her feet not quite sober. “I’d ask to join you,” she smiles, “but I’m all shagged out.”And she shuffles on, as Pet grabs at my arm, pulling on it.“Now there’s an idea,” I say as I allow my arm to be removed. “Have you ever been with another woman, Pet?”My eyes are still on the young woman’s behind and Cuck sees me looking. “You must be joking,” he says.“Not her necessarily,” I say, “though it would be a bit of a lark.”“Please,” Pet says, doing up the button and smoothing her dress as she pushes her legs together. “It’s too open here. Can’t we go somewhere else?”“On one condition,” I say.She breathes in heavily. “What’s that?”“That you take your knickers off first.”“But they’ll see,” she squeaks.It’s true that the shadowy figures are a little more clearly defined, but they’re still a long way off. “Not if you do it quick,” I say.Pet hesitates, sitting, doing, saying nothing.I lean across, putting my lips close to her ear. “Would it help if I told you how much you excite me, Pet? With that gorgeous, fuckable body of yours?”I doubt that it’s my words that have done it, but Pet springs from the seat all of a sudden, dress hitched up, knickers wrestled to the ground faster than I would ever have expected. Handing the garment to her husband, she says, “There! Can we go now?”“Of course we can,” I smile. Both Cuck and I rise. The shadowy figures are becoming more distinct, and we pass quite close to them on our way up the grassy slope towards the trees. No words now, just our own thoughts. Cuck, I imagine, full of self-loathing for becoming so excited by seeing another man treat his wife this way; Pet on tenterhooks, not knowing what’s going to happen, and ashamed at being naked under her dress. And me? Oh I’m thinking about her pussy, of course I am, but also running all sorts of ideas through my head.In the event we skirt the trees on top of the rise. It appears that this is a spot that attracts the bulk of the dog walkers. We pass three in quick succession, their pets cocking legs, carrying sticks, goofing about. Then we’re on a downward slope again, finding a narrow path alongside a brook that runs through the park, which at this point becomes more of a wilderness, all unruly bracken and brambles, trees and fungi. All of a sudden it’s very quiet, save for the babbling of the brook and the occasional avian outburst. Soon a bank of trees and bushes slopes upwards to our right, on our left the brook and beyond it an impenetrable thickness of brambles and other vegetation.“It’s creepy here,” Pet says.“It’s just the place,” I correct her, laying a hand on her bottom. She starts. A short distance along we find a bench, set in off the path to our right, trees and bushes rising behind it. “This ought to do it,” I say.Both Pet and Cuck are looking nervous. “What do you… What do you have in mind?” Pet asks.“I want you to sit on the bench and show me your pussy,” I say. Pet’s nervous eyes flit from me to her husband. “I want you to spread your legs and stroke your pussy properly, so that I can see you doing it.”“But what if someone comes along?” Pet breathes.She has a point. From the bench the only part of the path that can be seen is the part right in front of it. There’s no chance of seeing anyone coming at a distance. “Cuck can stand on the path and keep watch,” I decide, feeling as if I’m in an almanbahis casino old mystery novel.To my surprise, Cuck nods voluntarily. “I can do that,” he says.Well now, he’s become very accommodating all of a sudden, but I’m not about to argue. With Cuck keeping lookout, I can concentrate on Pet. I turn my back on Cuck, who moves out onto the path. Pet sits down on the bench, her eyes on me. She begins to lift her dress.I shake my head. “Unbutton it,” I say.“But what if someone comes?”“You can just whip your dress back into place.”Pet doesn’t look convinced, but her fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons, from the bottom, slowly, up to her waist. I watch, riveted as Pet pulls the dress apart, revealing her pussy. Slowly, slightly reluctantly she parts her legs, showing more of herself, the soft folds guarding the way into her, guarding her delights.I’m standing half a metre in front of her, deliberately blocking Cuck’s view. Pet doesn’t say anything, but her hand moves slowly across. Her fingers briefly graze her stocking tops and her thigh, then her hand is there, on her cunt. Her legs are spread, her hand pushes against her labia. She blinks, looking at me as if she needs direction.“That looks lovely, Pet,” I say.“Thank you.”“I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you what to do.”Her eyes dip. Her hand moves, the palm of it moving against her pussy. She’s looking at me, as if she needs confirmation.“Good girl,” I say. “It’s like you were a natural at this.”I can feel Cuck’s eyes burning into my back, wanting to see. I remain where I am, watching as Pet tentatively uses her fingers. Fingers that slowly unfold her petals. Fingers that slowly begin to move within the petals, teasing herself, her eyes moistening. I recognize the look. She’s both ashamed and aroused. I begin to unbutton my fly. Pet watches, fingers sliding in her slit. I’m hard, of course I am. I bring out my erection. Pet’s eyes are fixed on it as she opens herself up a little. Her middle finger slides slowly into her hole.“See, Pet, it’s not so bad. You’re really good at this.”“Thank you.”“Really, really good. Arousing. So very, very fuckable.”She blushes. I hear Cuck’s feet scrape. I follow Pet’s eyes and gather that Cuck has moved, to get some kind of view. Oh well, so be it. I aim my cock at Pet, her finger slides a little deeper. She begins to work it, sliding it back and forth. I see it now, the arousal, in her eyes. She’s ashamed, she knows she shouldn’t be aroused, but she is. Aroused and wet, just about.“I could stand here and watch you all day, Pet.”“Thank you.” She looks shy and nervous, but gratified all the same. Her eyes are on my cock, a finger sliding slowly back and forth, her other hand hesitates, then finds its way over, finger teasing clit. Pet blinks, her mouth half opens and closes.“A complete natural, Pet, that’s what you are. Gorgeous, simply gorgeous. One look at you stroking your pussy and any man in his right mind would want to fuck you.”Pet goes bright red. “I wouldn’t let just anyone fuck me,” she murmurs. She manages it without stuttering, which I suppose is progress.I step forward.“What…?” Pet breathes.“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” I say. I reach out, unbuttoning the rest of her dress, from top to waist, pulling the dress open.“But what if someone sees?” Pet breathes anxiously, her finger still moving inside her, other fingers sliding gently across her clit.I don’t answer, attending to her breasts instead, pulling her bra cups down, bringing her breasts out into the open. “Stiff nipples,” I murmur.“It’s chilly,” Pet says, disingenuously.“And you’re hot and horny.”“Are you all right, Pet?” Cuck calls out.“Fine!” the woman answers.

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