Chapter Eleven
“Blood hell Dave you would never make a detective would you, besides Charles who else did I mention when I told you about my meeting in the Costa in Chester?”
I thought really long and hard, I played over the story she had told me about her Chester encounter; besides Charles I could only recall two other characters. I dismissed the scruffy old man who had fingered Rachel in the car park because I didn’t think Charles had even noticed him.
There was Liz the café manager and there was the young lad. My pervy little mind was wondering which of the two would I most like my wife to have played with. Like most men the thought of my wife playing with another woman was extremely exciting, but the idea of her being fucked by a teen aged virgin lad probably surpassed it. I had picked up on the fact however that Rachel had said it was where the other guy lived, and not the other person. It was therefore almost certainly the young lad and not Liz the manager.
“Oh, I get it now, you mean the young lad that was working in the café the one you flashed your pussy at when he came over to collect you dirty cups.”
“Yes, that’s the one, if I had known he would have been at the hotel I would never have gone, it was so embarrassing what Charles made me do with him, I am still having a hard time understanding why I did it.”
“Christ Rach this doesn’t sound right, you just said Charles made you do stuff you didn’t want to do; I’m thinking we might need to talk to the police about all this.”
“Sorry I’m not thinking or speaking coherently, my head is a bit messed up at the moment but I want to make it clear Charles didn’t force me to do anything. He made it crystal clear that I could refuse any of his instructions at any time and I was free to leave whenever I wanted. I suppose what I am trying to explain and perhaps come to terms with is that if I had known what I would have willingly done with the young lad his name is Steve by the way. Then I don’t think I would have gone to the meeting.”
“Ok Rach, not quite sure I understand but carry on anyway can we start at the very beginning did anything happen with the chauffeur either on the way there or on the way home.”
“Fucking hell Dave what do you think I am some kind of call girl or something, the Chauffeur was not part of any of this, he works for a company that Charles uses from time to time but they have no idea what is going on. The drivers are told not to ask the passengers any personal questions or what they are up to. He didn’t say much either on the way there or on the way home we had some idle chit chat but I wasn’t really in the mood for chatting and I think he could understand that.”
“Yes, sorry about that hun not sure why I made such a stupid comment, I guess like you I am a bit wound up and nervous and tend to spout rubbish when I am in this state.”
“Charles was waiting for me at the hotel entrance when I arrived and we went to the bar for a quick drink, we were alone at that time and I was wondering who the second man would be. While we were having our drinks, I did glance around the bar in case I could recognize any of the studs we had seen in Raymond and Stephs pics and videos, but there was no one there I had seen before.”
“Was there anyone there that looked like a likely candidate?”
“No not really there weren’t many guys on their own and the ones that were looked in their late 60s or 70s, and no before you ask, that pervy old man from the café and car park wasn’t there either.”
My wife suddenly started to shiver and then tear up, this was so unlike her I was starting to get really worried what had Charles done to her that night.”
“Oh my god are you ok hun, you’re really worrying me.”
“Give me a hug Dave, I think I’m starting to come down off my sexual high, and the guilt is beginning to set in, I am also worried what you are going to think of me when I tell you all the things I did in that hotel. I had no idea I was capable of such debauchery”
I reassured her that I loved her deeply and no matter what it was she was about to tell me would lessen the love I felt for her. This was all true but I can’t deny I was extremely excited to hear just what she had got up to with the young lad Steve.
“Thanks for that Dave I am so lucky to be married to a man like you, I just hope you feel the same way after I tell you all I have done. Anyway, Charles must have guessed I was checking out the other bar patrons because he told me the other man was waiting for us in the suite he had booked.”
“Wow a suite Rach, old Charles really pushed the boat out I have seen on line the prices of suites in that hotel are eye watering.”
“I know but Charles can well afford it he is extremely wealthy, not just a millionaire but a multi-millionaire.”
“I had a feeling he was extremely rich; chauffer driven limousines don’t come cheap do they.”
Rachel failed to respond to my comment but instead continued with her narrative.
“Charles said that he was worried that if I had met the other man in the bar, I may have had cold feet and pulled out of the whole thing there and then, so he wanted to chat to me calmly at first explaining the situation and give me time to come to a decision.”
“Charly boy is a crafty bastard isn’t he hun, I think if you had seen young Steve with him in the bar straight away you would have insisted on going home straight away.”
“Exactly Dave that’s precisely what I would have done, it’s what most women in my situation would do and he knew that and yes your right he is a crafty old bastard.”
Rachel went on to say they sat at a table in a quiet corner of the bar and by keeping their voices low they could not be overheard by any of the customers.
“I asked Charles what was wrong with the other man, was he some kind of weirdo or something. That was when he told me who it was and I was about to tell him where to get off and demand he recall the car so that I could go home.”
“Don’t blame you hun, how did he manage to persuade you to stay.”
“That’s really difficult to explain Dave, thinking back I don’t really know quite how he did it. I do recall that the first thing he said was to just sit down and give him two minutes to explain the situation and if I was not happy, he would call the car for me to go home.”
“That seems fair enough, he must have been very persuasive in that two minutes.”
“He repeated the fact that young Steve was a virgin and had never even felt a girl’s tits and that he was extremely excited at the thought of his first sexual encounter being with an experienced married woman such as myself. He went on to say that this would be an experience that would stay with him for the rest of his life and would stand him in good stead for any other sexual encounters he ever has. I suppose in a way he was appealing to my sense of wanting to help others, I think he could tell I am a soft touch for lost causes.”
This is absolutely true my wife is someone that always takes the side of the underdog and is always doing lots of charity work and giving away our money to good causes, I suspect Charles had seen this side of her when they had initially met and knew he would be able to take advantage of it.
“He also went on to say that although I would be giving Steve the best night of his young life, he was certain I too would get a great deal of sexual excitement out of the encounter and that I would certainly have several mind-numbing orgasms as I helped out the young lad.”
“Can’t say it’s a very convincing argument hun, I’m surprised he won you over did he say anything else.”
I think that was totally the wrong thing to say just at that moment, Rachels facial expression darkened and she snapped.
“You weren’t there Dave so don’t start fucking judging me or I will stop telling you what happened.”
“Sorry hun, nerves and I think shock got the better of me and I should not have said that please continue.”
“He once again reiterated that I could put a halt to proceedings whenever I wanted and I could leave at any time. He went on to suggest that we go up to the room and just chat to Steve for a few minutes to see how I felt about things. He explained that he had told Steve that there were no guarantees anything would happen, and that I might not agree to come up to the room or even if I did, I might not want to do anything.
I nodded for her to continue.
“It’s very difficult to explain this but Charles has a kind of magnetism, you feel attracted to it and you want to please him, you don’t want to let him down so after a few more reassurances from him I agreed to go to the room but just for a chat.”
“When you agreed, deep down did you really believe all you would be doing with the young lad was chatting?”
“To tell you the honest truth Dave I really wasn’t sure, I felt safe and that I would not be made to do anything I wasn’t happy with but at the same time I was worried I might not be able to control myself.”
“Fucking hell Rach I’m astounded I’ve never realized you were attracted to young lads, is this Steve guy really good looking or something?”
“No, I’m not usually attracted to young men and no he is not very good looking quite the opposite in fact, there is nothing special about him at all. I think it was more about pleasing Charles and would I be willing to do what he tells me to do with someone that is nothing like the type of stud we had seen in the pics and videos we had watched together.”
“This all sounds a bit weird Rach, but exciting never the less please carry on.”
“We had a couple of drinks; I think mine could well have been a double but that seemed to help and I felt a lot more relaxed when we got in the lift to take us to the suite. On the way up Charles told me Steve will be so excited to see me again. He had confessed to Liz his boss in Costa that he hadn’t stopped playing with himself every chance he got after seeing my cunt on display in the coffee shop.”
My wife is from an upper middle-class home, is extremely well educated, has a posh sounding voice and does not use rude words very often. This means when she uses terms like cunt it has a strange effect on me, my heart beats faster and I get extremely excited. She of course knows this and so her use of these types of words are deliberately designed to heighten my excitement. If I had married a rough common girl that effed and blinded like a trooper then hearing someone like that use the word cunt would not have the same effect.
I made no comment so she proceeded.
“When we entered the suite Steve was sat down clutching a glass of wine, it was really comical because he got up so quickly from his chair, he dropped the wine glass and the contents spilled all over the table. Fortunately, the glass did not break, Charles quickly went to the bathroom got a couple of towels and mopped it all up in next to no time.”
“Oh my God Rach the poor bugger I can just imagine myself at that age he must have been a nervous wreck.”
“He was hun he went as red as a beet root and began to apologies profusely. I told him not to worry and went over to him and gave him a light kiss on his cheek.”
“Wow how did that feel, was it awkward did you feel sorry for him or were you excited?”
“I think I mainly felt sorry for him, he was a bag of nerves and I was attempting to calm him down. After Charles had cleaned up the spilt wine, he poured us all another glass and we sat down and had some idle chatter for 10 minutes or so. I sat down next to Charles on a couch and Steve sat directly opposite me with a low table between us where we could place our drinks. Steve no longer looked like he would have a heart attack any minute and I too felt a lot more relaxed than I had done.”
“I’m guessing this state of affairs didn’t last.”
“Correct, after we had all chilled out and relaxed a fair bit Charles then asked me to do something which totally floored me.”
“Fuck Rach I think I’m the one about to have a heart attack, what the hell did he ask you to do?”
Find out what he requested my wife to do in the next chapter which will hopefully be posted on Monday morning.
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