Simon was already up on his feet as Lucy came into the sitting room. He had seen her at the front door when the security camera motion alarm sounded on his mobile phone. It was 02:55am. Her smile warmed him. He had missed her. With arms entwined around each other’s bodies, they kissed passionately.
“I missed you,” he told her, resisting an attempt to touch her intimately.
“Missed you, too,” she responded as she guided him back to the settee by the hand. He offered her a drink, but she shook her head. “I’m fine, thanks.”
As they settled down she turned to him and kissed him. Her breath smelled of alcohol, but that was to be expected. Lucy had been out on a date. She kissed him again; soft, warm lips pressed against his. He felt his erection painfully straining in its restraint.
“D… did you have a good time?”
It was a silly question, he knew that. She had been out for six hours. You don’t stay out all that time having a terrible time.
Lucy nodded. “Yes, I had a lovely evening, thank you. And you?” she asked as her hand rested on his upper thigh.
“It… it was okay.”
Her fingers spread out, contacting his groin. “And were you a good boy?” she asked squeezing the metal frame that encased his cock under his clothing.
“Yes,” he sighed.
Her fingers moved to his zipper. “You didn’t take it off, did you?”
He shook his head. “No… no, I swear,” he responded adamantly.
She leaned in and kissed him. “It’s okay, I believe you, but you know where I keep the spare key if ever… well, you know,” she said as she began to tug at his zipper.
“Yes, I know, but I know how it pleases you when… “
“When what?” she teased.
“When I don’t touch myself when you are out.”
She smiled. “You mean, when you don’t masturbate when I’m out on a date.”
The zip moved down opening out his trousers and revealing his bulging boxer shorts. She kissed him again as she squeezed the metal frame encasing his erection again. “You must be… “
He groaned as her fingers delved inside his fly and pulled out his cock, encased in a steel cage. “You’re very wet and sticky,” she told him.
“S… sorry.”
She kissed him. “It’s okay. I understand. You get very excited when I go out with another man, don’t you?” she said softly. “Let’s see if we can get you sorted. Why don’t you stand up?”
Simon stood up unsteadily and turned to her as she sat with awaiting hands. She was smiling as she tugged at his trousers. As they slipped over his thighs, she reached for the waistband of his boxers. “I bet you’re wondering if I have already done this to someone else tonight?” she asked, pulling them down.
He just groaned softly as her fingers gently cupped his testicles. “Am I right?”
He nodded silently.
“And what do you think the answer is?” she asked looking up and into his eyes.
“Yessss,” he answered breathlessly.
“I’m afraid that he was unrestrained, though.”
He knew that he would be. He could almost picture it; a long, thick, circumcised cock resting in her soft, eager hand, and just a few inches away from her lips.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted him in anticipation. “Remember, you are only allowed one question, and you know that there are questions that I not only won’t answer, but also will punish you for asking.”
His lips closed quickly and tightly. Lucy had made it very clear from the outset that there were questions that he couldn’t ask. Where she had been? What she had done? And who she had been with? were the fundamental questions. Basic, but very important to him. Questions that always nagged away at him and increased his angst.
“Well?”
“I… I just wanted to know if you had a nice time,” he answered.
She looked up at him. “You can ask what you really want to ask, you know. I don’t mind.,” she responded, still cupping his testicles.
“W… was it good?”
She smiled. “It was very good, thank you, but it always is with…,” she stopped. “I wouldn’t be wasting my time with him if he was useless in bed.”
There, he thought, she was seeing the same guy, and she almost named him. “I’m pleased that you are having… a good time with him.”
“Thank you, darling. You are the perfect husband, allowing your wife to have fulfilling relationships with other men,” she said as she delved under the top of her black dress to seek out the end of the thin gold chain around her neck. She found it, and lifted it out… a small brass padlock key hung from it.
“Has he asked why you have a key on a chain around your neck?”