Cheryl and Liam were already seated together on the couch again by the time I got myself back together and made my way upstairs. As I smiled at them, already laughing at their first toast to the new project, I could feel his cum oozing over me and drying against me. My underwear felt like it was sticking to me, and I was grateful that my dark pants would at least make visible staining less likely.
I tried to take part in the conversation, and I certainly was looking forward to the satisfaction of having some of our plans for the house made real so quickly, but it was impossible for me not to be distracted by my predicament. I knew what the rule was for me, so I just kept watching the drinks.
It may have been a hyper-awareness based on my situation, or maybe it was all in my mind, but it was like I could feel the cum drying. I felt like he had marked me, like an animal marks its territory. It was also not lost on me that it was my own hand that had stroked him to this orgasm. I looked at the two of them together, smiling and laughing. She was purely enjoying herself and his company with no ulterior motives, but in his eyes, I saw a mercenary gleam of wickedness. He was the one making plans. As for me, I was the helpless one, trapped by the consequences of my own weakness and desire.
I was sitting in our new home, in our new city, pulled into an entirely different plan than the ones Cheryl and I had envisioned. I had been taken and fucked and controlled, by a man no less, and he was right here, insinuating himself into our lives and our marriage. I was locked in a cage, coated with him, and smiling across the room at the only two people who’d fucked me in the last ten years.
At last, once we’d all finished our glasses, I stood and offered refills. Cheryl protested at first, given that it was a work night, but with a little cajoling, she let me fill her glass. Liam accepted more with a wide smile. I filled my own glass last, and then excused myself, saying I just wanted to use the restroom.
I rushed upstairs, not wanting to take too long. As Liam had said, there was the tiny key, all too obvious once I opened the top drawer of my bedside table, as it lay on top of a book that I hadn’t seen before entitled Exit to Eden. I could only imagine what kind of book it was, so I pushed it under another book and made my way to our bathroom with the key.
I peeled my underwear back and unlocked myself. It took a bit of rinsing with warm water to get the device at least clean enough to hide away. I was very aware of how long I’d been away, so I quickly stripped out of my underwear and stuffed them at the bottom of the laundry pile. I pulled on a fresh pair and got myself together to head back downstairs.
I took one last look around and it was a good thing that I did, as I’d left the chastity key on the edge of the bathroom counter. I cursed my carelessness, stuffed it in my pocket and returned to the living room.
If they had missed me, it wasn’t evident. Liam was regaling her with tales of some past adventures he and his wife had enjoyed, and Cheryl was shaking with laughter, pretending to be a bit scandalised when he finished some story about how Lydia had responded to another woman flirting with him. According to the story, she had rather shocked the stranger by appearing more than welcome to the situation, as long as the invitation would have been extended to the both of them.
I smiled and laughed and took a long sip of wine. At long last, I felt some relief, now that the incriminating cage and stained underwear weren’t taunting me every moment. I got a bit more involved in the conversation, and I was able to enjoy myself as well. Moments like that made me wonder what kinds of friends Liam and I might have been as neighbours, had he not stumbled across my secrets right away. It would have been good to have a new male friend, but that kind of thinking was just useless speculation now.
After our second drinks were emptied, Cheryl could not be talked into a third, and it was getting late. Liam said that he had contractor’s hours to keep as well, so he said his good night, and made a bit of a show for Cheryl by saying what a good time he had, and how helping people like us make their plans come to fruition was the best part of his job. She gave him a big hug, thanking him, and his wide smile over her shoulder was directed right at me.
Cheryl started upstairs, and I walked him to the door, remembering that I had the chastity key in my pocket. I fished it out and offered it to him.
“Good girl,” was all he said as he stepped out into the night. “See you tomorrow.”
After two glasses of wine, Cheryl was nearly asleep by the time I finished tidying up and made my way upstairs and softly snoring by the time I got into bed beside her. As I drifted off to my own dreams, I thought about how Liam had taken me in this bed, and what the future might hold for it, and for me.
In the morning, whatever lack of sleep or light hangover Cheryl may have been suffering from was overcome by her lasting enthusiasm for the basement plans. She was just so happy to see the plans we’d talked about coming to fruition, and ahead of our schedule, thanks to Liam’s apparent generosity. I knew there was something more behind his largesse, but even I didn’t know quite what his plans or schemes entailed.
We’d slept in a bit, and so Cheryl was in a bit of a rush. Her morning routine was hurried and I assisted as best I could, so that she was still able to leave on time, with a coffee in her travel mug to ease the way.
I took a quick but thorough shower, paying attention to give my crotch a good scrub, washing away the remnants of Liam’s cum that I had missed in my hurried rinse the night before. I also used my razor, as I knew that keeping myself smooth down there was one more of my regular chores.
I filled a glass of water at the sink and swallowed down my ‘vitamins’ next, and I just looked at myself in the mirror as I felt them slide down. I half imagined I could feel them working inside me, and as I shaved my face, it tried to determine if I could notice my stubble softer or growing more slowly yet.
I shook my head and forced myself out of my own thoughts. I grabbed the dirty laundry, throwing a clean pair of jeans and a shirt on top. Downstairs, I put a load in the washing machine and then picked out panties and stockings for the day. I pulled my ‘boy’ clothes over them. I’d barely gotten back upstairs when I heard a knock on the door.