Being watched was a new experience for Andy, and being watched by his wife was downright weird. People are unfaithful to their spouses all the time and they enjoy it. It ought to be fun.

This wasn’t even cheating, she’d told him to do it. Maybe it would be better if he had the adrenaline of cheating, instead of feeling weird and having performance anxiety. He had to do it, for Marsha, for Candy, for all of them, and he did want a baby. He’d always wanted kids, but since the ectopic disaster, he’d buried the whole idea, part of the grief he’d only dared remember when Candy nearly died.

trying to make a baby with Marsha was almost an out-of-body experience, something so surprising that it was beyond comprehension, and Candy was in the room, Candy who should have been... should have been... but never could be the mother.

Marsha did her best, her lips never left his for more than a few seconds, her hands were all over his back and her vagina seemed to find a way to suck him in. Was this what those Ben Wa balls did for you?

Knowing Candy was behind him but being unable to see her somehow made it worse.

“Could you come on top,” he whispered to Marsha.

“Are you finding this hard?”

“Yes.”

Marsha giggled. “What if she helped?”

He kissed a little harder. Marsha rolled him over, lay on top, squirming down to embed his cock completely, and then pushed back, raised herself up on her elbows and looked around at Candy.

“Hey Candy, your man can’t do it in front of you,” Marsha’s voice had lost its teasing tone. “Seems like we all need to work on this baby together. Get yourself over here and help?”

Candy folded the chair and put it back in the cupboard before rolling onto the bed, and pulling Andy’s face towards her own. She kissed him.

“You are so confusing,” she said. “I told you to fuck her, don’t let me down.”

Her hands roamed over his back, pushing him into Marsha. A second later her right hand slapped his arse. Candy turned Andy’s head, pushed his face towards Marsha and twisted herself around so she could play with his buttocks, reach between his legs and play with his balls and before long, begin to finger his anus.

Assailed by the two women working together Andy had little choice beyond being lost in the moment. For a few dystopian seconds he wondered if the two of them had ever worked together on another man. For a second the thought almost overwhelmed him. Candy’s sperm covered face from the movie came to mind with the realisation that there wasn’t anything sexual that she couldn’t do.

He was in their hands, in their control and out of control at the same time. He had no choice in the matter, the only question was when he would come. He was so aroused he thought it might hurt, thought he might explode, thought it might never stop.

When he did come, it seemed to take forever, becoming a new kind of pain, feeling so sensitive he dared not move but could not stop the involuntary spasms.

The two women seemed to sense his agony and relaxed, Candy eventually rolled Marsha off him and gently kissed her way from his chest downwards until she could take his cock in her mouth, salivating over it, gently cleaning him as Marsha turned over in the bed, pulled a pillow under her hips and lay with her arse in the air.

“What are you doing M?”

“Making sure I don’t lose any of his love juice.”

Candy laughed and then turned to Andy. “Are you okay?”

“I have no idea,” Andy said.

“Let’s leave her be and get a drink.”

Candy led the way into the living room and poured two beers.

“It bothered you didn’t it,” she said.

“I was surprised, and then it was weird. I’ve never had sex with someone else in front of you. I didn’t want you to be hurt... Were you?”

Candy put her drink down and wrapped an arm around him. “That’s a good question, but I don’t really get why you asked.”

Andy frowned, leaned back a little to get a clearer view of Candy’s face and still looked puzzled.

“Andy, I hurt you a load of times, made you anxious, ignored you, and took great pride in telling you how much better sex I was getting from random guys who didn’t love me like you do,” she said. “Didn’t you want to get your own back?”

“You didn’t hurt me—”

“Much... Come on Andy, I fucked all sorts of disreputable men without ever thinking about whether you’d be upset. On top of that I nearly got myself killed without even saying a proper goodbye. My last words to you were on that tape, a slut, so full of herself all she could think about was promising her husband fun when she deigned to come home. No thought for his pain, and looking forward to turning what should have been a punishment into another turn on for the selfish slut. You ought to feel free to fuck who you like, when you like, and make me watch.”

“Fucking Marsha as revenge doesn’t work for me. Fucking should be for love, or for fun, I can’t do it out of anger.”

“But for a baby, a baby for all of us?”

“Mmmm, but not from anger.”

“Could you whip me out of anger, or cane me... like you used to spank me when I came home. Could you do that?”

“That’s different. Inflicting physical pain isn’t the same. I can’t say that I would enjoy it, but I could do it; maybe even take pride in doing it well. It’s a bit like you and wild sex, it’s physical, not emotional. You don’t get involved with these people, or at least I hope you don’t.”

“I don’t.”

“I know. I believe you. You get high, like a high from any activity — like if you were great at some sport; in fact sport may be a good way to think about it. I think inflicting and coping with pain is the same. It’s completely different from emotional pain.”

“Is this what you learned caning that girl at Mistress’s?”

“I could cane you with precision, causing you an exact amount of pain and you would not have any lasting damage, physically or emotionally, apart from in one respect.

“And what would that be?”

“You would be proud of your marks and happy to show them to the world. You might be left with a desire to be caned again, but only by me. If I cheated on you, on the other hand you would be hurt and you might well carry that hurt all your life.”

“Is that what I’ve done to you?”

“No love. You didn’t cheat with your big dick studs, although Marsha told me there were a few guys with small dicks that you may have skipped photographing. I don’t care about them, though it is amusing in its own little way. I admit I did get anxious when you were out on the town, anxious but not hurt or jealous. With Marsha I think it was different. We came together in such circumstances — I think I opened my heart to Marsha right away and we connected. When she told me about the two of you, we were already sharing our pain.”

“Could you use some of that heart Andy, use it for our baby.”

Candy kissed him again. “Doing this is all part of the same thing. If I hadn’t had the ectopic, I wouldn’t have gone wild, wouldn’t have gone with Marsha. We’re all in this together.”

“I’ll find a way. Thanks love. Give me some time,” he sat, pondering for a moment. “Don’t laugh, but I just had a crazy idea.”

“Go on, I’ll try not to laugh.”

“This baby is like another ectopic. Me fucking to make a baby, but not in the usual place.”

“You are nuts,” she laughed. “What was it that Jane Fonda said in that film when she was a whore — ‘I love your mind.’ I always thought it was a strange line, but I think I get it now.”

“Whatever gets it done, huh?”

“You have five nights to think your way into it, that way or any other way. M is on shift the rest of this week...oh and one other thing, M wants to cage you, to save you up.”

“The things I’m expected to do for you women.”

“Actually one other thing.”

“On top of the one we had already?”

“Yeah. One more thing, the last one.” Pause, deep breath. “This is hard to say. I want that caning — not right now — when I’m ready — and if it makes me want more... I’ll want more.”

“When you are ready or I’m ready?”

“Both actually,” she said. “Obviously both of us have to be up for it. The thought of walking around the house, naked with cane marks all over my arse makes me feel wet already... and no, you can’t check that right now.”

“If the effect is that good we’ll probably need a few more mirrors and maybe some hidden cameras.”

“Pervert.”

“I’m learning from one of the best.”

“That reminds me, we haven’t watched that movie of me at Mistress’s place.”

“You expect me to watch that with you, with me in a cage?”

“It’s either that, or that movie you always fall asleep to.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“Are you okay with this Andy?” Marsha said, holding the cock cage.

“If it’s a game you want to play. The way I see it Candy’s has her own game she’s playing, and I’m not about to run off and find someone to screw, but if you want to do it this way, I can live with it.”

“It wasn’t Candy’s idea. I thought she might want to tease you or give you guilt blow jobs. I think we shouldn’t waste whatever you have.”

“You could put her in chastity, or will that mess up her surprise.”

“You know what it is don’t you.”

“Am I supposed to say, ‘No I don’t have a clue,’ or something like that?”

“So you do know.”

“Let’s leave it that I saw the payment go through and I’ve seen the price list from the salon; it doesn’t take a lot of detective work. I get that she wants it to be some sort of surprise, or at least a grand reveal. I’m looking forward to it.”

“So do I put it on?”

“Will it be a turn on for you when you take it off?”

Marsha stepped back and looked at Andy, more than a mere glance, a careful thoughtful look.

“It was when we did it before, so I guess it will be.”

“If you find you’re getting bored with it, then don’t bother, but if you get something out of it, then I guess it’s worth it. Okay?”

“You know if I’d met you way back, I might never have fancied women.”

Andy laughed.

“What?”

“I seem to have the opposite effect on Candy.”

“No, you don’t Andy. What it did for Candy was losing that baby. I bet she never screwed around before that. Did she?”

Andy sighed, and a wry smile crept over his face. “No, there was never any sign of anything like that.”

“She loved you too much Any. She felt she’d let you down... I know you’ll say that’s crazy and you probably feel bad about it too. You don’t have to say, I can imagine. There must have been days when you blamed yourself for getting her pregnant, just like you blame yourself for letting her nearly get killed. Don’t do any of those things Andy. Help me make a baby for her and she’ll be the greatest mum.”

Marsha stopped for a second. “I shouldn’t say this, but I will anyway. If motherhood kills her sex drive, which it probably won’t, but if it does, you’ll always have me.”

Andy took Marsha in his arms and hugged her. “Don’t sell yourself short. I’d say we were a thruple, except I can’t abide made up jargon words. If this works, then I promise you I’m in it for the long haul with both of you for as long as it takes.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“Which bed are you going to sleep in?” Candy said.

“I was hoping to be in the same one as you. Is that okay?”

Candy laughed. “I thought you might be mad at me.”

“I’m curious about what’s going on in your head, and maybe under these carefully chosen garments, but mad, no, no way.”

“So, downstairs in my new room?”

It turned out to be a mild evening, so they sat with the French windows open and watched the sun go down.

“Why didn’t we do this before?”

“Watch the sunset?”

“No idiot, make the new windows.”

“You think an idiot could dream this up?”

Candy lay back in her chair, laughing and enjoying the banter. When the glow in the sky had faded, they closed the windows. There was a minor hiccough when Candy used the bathroom and came out wearing an all-in-one jump suit. Andy looked at her for a moment and then turned away, trying to make sure she didn’t see his face.

Andy left the room and ran upstairs, returning a few minutes later in a track suit.

“Oh shit, I’ve screwed up again,” Candy said.

“Huh?”

“I thought you’d sleep nude like you usually do.”

“I’m copying you. I figured if you wear that you’ll be too hot if we have the regular duvet, so I thought I’d wear this and we’d use lightweight bedding. What’s wrong with that? I mean, what were you thinking?”

“I was going to tease you.”

“So I’d be naked and you’re... you’re like you are... you were going to suck the cage? Was that it?”

“I guess. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You were in the hospital a month, that’s got to be enough to throw anyone off track. We don’t have to do anything. You can tease me if it makes you feel good, but for me, right now, this day, this minute, a cuddle and a night of sleep, knowing you’re here, knowing you’re okay and safe — that’ll do me.”

Candy pulled him closer, dragged the blanket over both of them and held him close until they were asleep.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Andy awoke to find the bed empty. Thinking Candy must be making breakfast he strolled into the kitchen to find a note telling him that Candy had gone to the hospital to see Marsha.

“Great,” he muttered. “No breakfast, no wife, no real explanation.”

Working naked, he hunted through the fridge, found the bacon and set it to fry while he made coffee. Why would she need to see Marsha? What were they plotting?

He lifted the bacon out of the pan, wished he’d grilled it instead and threw two eggs into the bacon fat.

Over easy, like in a diner. Should he fry bread as well? Just because the women weren’t around there’s no need to let himself get fat. He ate slowly, sipping coffee. With obsessive chewing, he managed to stretch breakfast to thirteen minutes, plus another two to load the washer.

He cleaned the kitchen, wiping all the worktops, making the sink and draining board shine. He mopped the floor and thought about cleaning the windows but decided he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He ran the vacuum around the living room, made the big bed, had a shower and finally wondered if he ought to get dressed.

Going for a run wearing a stainless steel cock cage was a risk he wasn’t going to take. He could melt the plastic medallion that Marsha made and access the spare key. Should he do that? It would be just his luck to release himself and have Candy appear the next minute.

The last month had been so stressful and so busy — here he was alone at home with no idea what to do with himself.

Should he phone Candy? She’d been gone almost two hours. She must have taken a taxi, her car was outside and anyway she couldn’t drive with that boot on. Getting taxis was bound to take longer, he shouldn’t panic.

He was... well, not panicking, maybe a little anxious. Hell no, he should be pleased; Candy off on her own, her first solo outing. Well done Candy, but where the hell was she?

Maybe he should call. She’d gone to see Marsha but Marsha would be asleep by now. If he called, and she was making out with M, then calling could be awkward. He settled for sending a text. What to say?

‘Hey, where are you?’ No, too abrupt.

‘What time will you be home?’ Too possessive.

He thought about something neutral like saying ‘can you get milk’, but she’s wearing an orthopaedic boot and travelling by taxi.

He could send a reminder pointing out that Marsha needed to sleep, but was she even at the hospital? His fingers were still hovering over his phone when he remembered that find-my-phone app.

It took a minute to find that she was still at the hospital.

He typed ‘Don’t forget Marsha needs to sleep.’ Then stopped to think. She’d been gone almost three hours now. She must know that he’d be awake. He added, ‘the last time I was waiting by the door naked in a cock cage you were gone for a month.’  

He starred at the text for another minute. Should he, shouldn’t he? Was that too pointed, too weak, not funny? Did it need saying? was keeping quiet a better bet? What if she was in an accident, what if the police read the message, standing over her body? Hell no. he deleted the last line.

He typed ‘Sorry’ and hit send. Stupid, what was he sorry about? The message he hadn’t sent? He put the phone down and walked away from it, leaving it on the table out of reach.

It was half an hour before his phone pinged. He’d walked around the garden three times, had another coffee, figured out how he could suspend Candy from the hoist and cane her like he did the girl at Mistress’s place, felt bad about that, decided not to be angry, then was angry, then not angry, and finally arrived back in the kitchen to read the little words on his phone.

‘Sorry. Didn’t think. Leaving now.’

It was another ten minutes before the taxi arrived, ten minutes during which Andy tried to think about making lunch, but couldn’t focus. He thought about the garden again, but settled for lying on the bed, closing his eyes and doing deep breathing exercises.

He heard the door but decided to stay where he was. Candy appeared a minute later. She stopped in the doorway looking at him.

“Why did your text say sorry?”

He opened his eyes.

“That was a mistake. I was saying sorry about a message I didn’t send.”

She looked excited, bubbling, ready to tell him something. Whatever it was she wasn’t about to say sorry. Something of his regret must have shown on his face before he could smile.

“Are you okay?” she said.

“You were going to say something — you looked like a kid with a  bag of sweets when you came in.” He sat up, pushing himself back against the pillows and the headboard.

“Something’s got you going.”

“You were worried, that’s what the message was, wasn’t it? I should have called.”

“Forget that,” he said. “You’re back now. Tell me about your morning. Meeting Marsha can’t have been that exciting.”

“A friend of hers is a specialist in breast feeding. She knows women who have induced lactation — that’s what she calls it — women who knew they were going to adopt babies and wanted to feed them. She says it works and the longer you have to prepare the better chance of getting it to work.”

“And that took two hours?” There was an edge in his voice and she heard it.

“I had to read stuff, watch videos, answer a lot of questions. I should have called you. You could have phoned.”

“I  thought about that, but I was confused. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t want to wake Marsha if she was sleeping, but that’s stupid because if you were there she probably wasn’t asleep...” He sighed. “I was going around in circles.” He looked at her face, the excitement had gone. “I wish I’d come with you. Are husbands allowed?”

Candy came over to the bed and sat next to him. “I’ll have to take hormones,” she said. “Hormones that will make my tits grow, and then we have to pump regularly. That stimulates the process. We can get a pump but some of the time I think some real actual sucking would be good. Lots of it. It will need stamina and dedication and I can’t suck them myself.”

Andy lay back against the pillows and the relief overtook him, somehow managing to smile and cry at the same time.

“Poor darling,” she said. “I was so pleased with myself, getting out of the house, seeing Marsha and then when she rang this friend and she had time, I was over the moon. It all made sense. I could see where I was going, and I was mobile, getting about the place, doing things. I even took some chocolates and flowers to the ward I was on.” She turned towards him. “Meanwhile you were back here... Were you were scared?”

She wiped the tears away and kissed him.

“Sorry love,” she said. “I’ve been erratic. Not letting you see my piercings, gallivanting off this morning, I’m still finding my feet. I should have called.”

“I need to get over it,” he said. “I can’t be like this every time you leave the house.”

“No, I know, but I need to think about you, and think about Marsha.”

“And the baby.”

“Yes, and the baby... God yes, I can’t dash off without a thought if I’m a mum.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“Different.”

“Different?”

“Like nothing ever before. It kind of grabs my heart and my pelvis all at once.”

Andy lay back on the pillows. “I spent hours while you were in the hospital trying to think how I could get myself to a place where I could do what you needed. All through that I never imagined anything like this.”

Candy said nothing. She rolled over in the bed and moved her head down to face Andy’s cock cage. “All the times I made you wear this all I ever did with it was unlock it.” She licked along the length. “I never thought to play with it. By the time I got home from each adventure I was feeling so guilty about what I’d been doing and what I’d put you through. When I was getting dressed to go out putting it on you was the last step to freedom, a release, and a way of knowing I had something to come back to. You weren’t going to leave me while you were wearing that thing.

“As soon as I saw it when I got home I felt terrible about putting you in it. I wanted it off as fast as I could. When I came home from hospital and I saw you wearing it, and I didn’t have the key, I felt sick.”  She kissed him. “I deserved it, and it really hit home. That was a hell of a trick you pulled. When Marsha said she wanted to cage you till she got pregnant, I tried to talk her out of it. She’s turned on by it. That’s my fault too. If I hadn’t told her that I locked you up, she would never have been turned on by the idea.”

“If you hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have known what the key around your unconscious neck was for and she would not have come to see me.”

“So you’re saying that if I hadn’t caged you, Marsha wouldn’t be trying to make a baby for us?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

Candy wrapped her lips around the cage and took the whole thing in her mouth.

“Don’t imagine that being a mum is going to get in the way of everything else. I know it will — some of the time it will. That’s got to be part of the experience, but this kid is going to have two mums.”

She looked up to see how Andy was taking the change in the conversation before enveloping the cage again.

“All that stuff that went through your head and things you learned that I don’t even know about. I don’t want you to lose that. I want it all. One important thing I’ve learned from the last month is that life is too short to waste a minute. Three people died on that ward while I was there. One of them could have been me. I want to get everything out of life that I can.”

“And that includes teasing me and getting my cock hard inside this cage?”

“It could darling. It doesn’t have to. I don’t know what I’ll want to ask you to let me do. I’m bound to rack up more punishments, but that’s life isn’t it.”

“Have you any idea how much longer your cover-up phase will last?”

“Why?”

“I’m missing my sexy wife. I’ve waited weeks to get you back, I planned all these clever gadgets so we could have sex hurting you, and now you’re off-limits. I looked up intimate piercings and some of them take weeks to heal. I thought maybe I could go and visit a monastery and ask the monks how they do it.”

“You’ve got Marsha.”

“Yes and no. She’s working more than half the time and it makes you uneasy when I have sex with her.”

“I can suck your cage some more.”

That got her a rueful smile. “I’m not saying that’s not nice, but if I get turned on a lot, it hurts, and if I came it would spoil the point of the thing.”

“I’m not giving you a very good day am I?”

Andy pushed Candy away from his cock and rolled out of bed. “I’ll get dressed,” he said. “Then we’re both even. Let’s go somewhere for lunch. We can behave like normal people for a while. I want to take you shopping. I can’t have you lazing around the house looking like — well I don’t know. We must be able to find something that’s more fun."

“Like what?”

“A leather corset and hot pants maybe with a locking steel belt.”

“You mean like some sort of full-body chastity thing? Could it be jeans instead of hot pants?”

“I thought hot pants would help with the boot, but you have the legs for either. I guess you need to be able to take it on and off, so you’d have to have the key. You can figure out the details. Get something to have the same effect as you say you want, but fun to look at.”

“Seriously?”

“You could wear that when M’s not here, so I’m turned on and frustrated and ready for her when she gets back and then when I make babies with her you can turn us both on... or do whatever you felt best.”

“So you want me to go shopping or do you want to come with me.”

“I’d like to come.”

“Okay, but could we order a pizza and then go shopping?”

“And you expect me to answer the door dressed like this?”

Candy laughed. “It’s an idea, but no, I don’t expect that. We’d never live it down. On the other hand, while not wanting to be the least bit sexist about this, when I am ready I plan to do exactly that, preferably because I’ve been told to.”

“Told by me?”

“Of course.”

“It is sexist though, isn’t it,” he said. “Why should it be more acceptable for you to sign for a pizza naked than for me?”

“I know it shouldn’t be love.” Candy said. “But that’s how the world is. Does the idea of making me do it make you feel uncomfortable?”

“You mean in the political, idealogical sense or uncomfortable because I’m wearing a cage and getting hard? Either way, the answer is yes.”

“That’s good. This whole thing is good, it’s making us go much deeper into so many things.”

“And it may speed up our pizza deliveries.”