A Successful Marriage Ch. 04-06

Chapter 4. Exhibitionism.

That night, despite the eminently satisfactory indulgences of the evening, Cynthia slept badly, disturbed by turbulent dreams. She was on a wild, rocky sea shore. The clouds were low, moving fast. She was not sure whether it was just the clouds, or whether it was evening. A storm was approaching, and the tide was coming in, beginning to lap around her shoes. Far out to see she could see a huge wave building. She knew she had to escape. Looking up she saw the cliffs were not high, and over the edge she could see the top of a lighthouse sticking up - probably disused, since there was no light visible. She clambered up the rocks. The sharp edges seemed to be catching on her clothes, shredding the voluminous dress, like a wedding-dress, she was wearing. By the time she gained the top, she was in her underwear. But there was the lighthouse. She ran towards it. There was something strange; there was no door, but instead there was a circular flight of stairs around it, like a helter-skelter. She began to ascend. For some reason she had a strong sense of guilt - she couldn't tell why - and it was somehow preventing her making progress; every time she came round to the seaward side again, she didn't seem to have ascended any higher. After struggling for some time against the wind, she felt the first drops of rain beginning to fall. Soon it became heavy, and then a deluge. Looking up, she could see great swathes of foaming water pouring down the sides of the lighthouse. In a moment she was inundated. But the water which was running down her body was warm and sluggish, and the feeling of it sliding over her breasts and belly was pleasant, almost exciting...

She awoke, sweating and moist between her legs. She blinked, looked around. "What the hell was all that about...?" she muttered to herself. Paul was still sleeping, curled up in his sleeping bag at the end of the bed, tethered to the wall just as she had left him. At one time he had shared her bed, but now, apart from the occasional treat, he slept there. She had fitted a ring plate to the skirting board, and bought him a locking collar and chain. She liked the feeling of keeping him like a pet. Sometimes she made him eat from a dog dish right there. She had even thought of having a kennel made for him, and making him sleep in the garden in the summer. She must get round to that, she thought. That would make the neighbours sit up and take notice!

It was already after seven. She climbed out of bed and headed off to the shower. My god, she felt randy that morning! As she showered, she made a decision. She was going to go for it. She would make that cute Danny take notice, all right. After she had unlocked Paul, and he had gone to get ready for his work, she went into her personal dressing-room, which was off the bedroom. She thought for a while, flicking through various outfits. Then she had an idea. Somewhere, she had what used to be called a "peephole" bra - that is, the points of the cups had been replaced by apertures, allowing the nipples to stick out. She had quite prominent nipples, and she could see no reason why Danny should not get the benefit. She finally found it at the back of her underwear drawer. It still fitted nicely. Just looking at herself in the mirror was enough to make her nipples swell with excitement. To wear over it she selected a snugly-fitting red silk blouse. She slipped it on - it was deliciously cool and light - and buttoned it up. She actually blushed to see herself. She knew she was being rather daring...perhaps tarty would have been a better word. But she reckoned she could carry it off. She looked a few years younger than her actual age, and she wore her hair in a semi-afro, which added to the impression of youth. As to the nipples, she had a plan. Over it she was going to wear a rather demure, heavy, knitted grey cardigan. That would disguise the blouse entirely, until she cared to slip it off or unbutton it. She decided on a grey pencil skirt, black stockings and suspenders, and red ankle boots. She was about to slip on her panties, when she was overtaken by another wave of arousal, and she replaced them in the drawer. Why not? she thought. You never know - I might get lucky. She knew she was behaving stupidly. She knew it was madness. But she was driven but a desperate need, an irresistible sexual longing. She put on her silver earrings in the form of the female symbol and the matching necklace, and applied a liberal cloud of her most exotic perfume. Dropping the bottle in her handbag, she picked up her coat and prepared to leave.

"You're off early, darling..."

"Got some stuff to catch up on. See you later. Have a good day."

"Shall we go out for a meal tonight?"

"Of course. Don't be late home."

They usually went out Friday night, occasionally with friends. They both enjoyed it. There was a different dynamic then. They felt more like friends than partners, how it had been before they married, when Paul was blissfully innocent of her dominant tendencies, and they could talk as equals about all sorts of things. Perhaps they should have stayed just friends...

When Jayne arrived, Cynthia was already at her desk, clacking away at the computer.

"Hi, Cynth. You're early..."

"Hi, Jayne. Yeah. Thought I'd catch up a bit."

"You look nice today. Are you going to take that cardy off? It rather spoils the effect."

"Maybe later."

"What's up? You look a bit flushed." Realisation began to dawn on Jayne's face. "It's not...not that guy...?"

"Of course not!" she snapped back.

"It is! I can tell! Cynthia! You bad, bad girl!" She started laughing.

"Well, if it is, so what? It's all right for you! You're still a youngster. I'm..."

"You're what? You're six years older than me, that's all! We're the same fucking generation! Don't get up on your high horse. I'm not criticising you, silly. I don't blame you. He's really dishy. I might be jealous, but that's a different thing altogether."

Cynthia sighed. "I'm sorry, Jayne. I didn't mean to be a cow. I'm just in such a state, I don't know why. Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing. Look at this!"

She unbuttoned her cardigan and stood up. The red silk was taut over her breasts, the nipples jutting out like two little pointing fingers. "See?"

Jayne's mouth fell open. For a few moments she was speechless. "My god! Are you actually going to let him see you like that? He'll have a fucking heart attack!"

"I do hope not, Jayne. That's not part of the plan."

"Quick, get that cardy on again. That dick Dave from accounts is on his way. If he sees you...!"

Chapter 5. Jayne to the Rescue.

Cynthia could hardly concentrate on her work that morning. She kept turning her head to check whether Danny was on his way. Perhaps he wouldn't come today! Then it would all have been for nothing.

"Relax, darling," said Jayne, "I've got a perfect view of the lift from here. I'll let you know when he appears."

"If he appears..."

"Oh, he'll be here, don't worry, she smiled. "Even if he doesn't have any mail for us."

He was late, and Cynthia was in agonies, but eventually Jayne announced, "He's here. Cardy off, please."

Cynthia felt her cheeks burning. How she wished she'd put on her panties that morning! She tried to pull herself together, but it seemed Danny had decided to visit them first. He knocked, and waited for Jayne to beckon him in.

"Good morning, Danny," Jayne cried effusively. "What have you got for us today? Something nice, I hope..."

"Er, good morning... There's just a couple of let..."

But Cynthia had stood up. She advanced on him, with her hand out to accept the mail. His eyes were riveted on her breasts. Cynthia could feel her nipples, hard and tingling, pressing against the silk. He just stood there, mouth open, goggling at her. Jayne was convulsed with silent mirth. Eventually he found his voice.

"I...I...th-think th-there may be something else. I...I'm not sure. I'll check, and if...I'll bring them, I mean it, around..."

He thrust the post into Cynthia's hand and rushed out. Cynthia stood there, horrified.

"I've frightened him off, Jayne. What an idiot! What a fucking idiot!"

"No you haven't, silly. He'll be back. Wait and see. Did you see his face? Classic!"

Jayne was right, of course. Ten minutes later he was back, stammering more than before.

"I'm sorry, I-I thought there was...something, but I-I was wrong, there isn't...something. B-but I was wondering..." He was clearly trying to think up some excuse for prolonging his presence. Jayne was enjoying every second.

"Yes?" she said, invitingly.

"Er, the boss asked me to find some A3 paper. I have no idea...I couldn't find any in the stationery cupboard... I..."

"Oh, you won't," said Jayne. "That's a special. You have to get it from the stationery room in the basement. Do you know where that is?" She didn't wait for a reply. "No, I don't suppose you do. Cynthia, could you show Danny? I'm a bit busy at the moment."

Cynthia stared at her for a moment, before she fell in.

"Oh...oh, of course. Danny, if you'd like to follow me. I'll just get the key...and put on my cardy. There. Shall we go?"

Jayne watched them walk towards the lift with delight. When Cynthia turned at cast a glance back, Jayne gave her the thumbs-up. "Go for it, girl," she murmured under her breath.

Chapter 6. Formal Introductions.

Cynthia's hand was shaking as she pressed the button in the lift - so much so, that she first sent them to the second floor instead of the basement. The lift moved with painful slowness. They stood awkwardly, side by side, looking ahead - except that Danny was trying to look sideways to see if he could see her breasts, and Cynthia was doing the same, checking on his jeans. Was it her imagination, or was the bulge a little bigger than before? They suddenly caught each other in the act of peeping.

"Ah, Danny... Well... What a nice day... So sunny...!

"Er...yes, er...miss, I, er..."

"Cynthia, please, Danny. Well...how are you enjoying...being here?"

"Oh, yes, I really like it. It's my first real job, see. A year ago I was still in school..."

"Really?" Shit, thought Cynthia, I really am a fucking baby-snatcher. Oh, god, what's the matter with me...?"

It was a relief to get out of the lift and walk down the corridor to the stationery room. It was cool in the basement. Cynthia unlocked the door and went in. Danny followed. She turned on the lights - there were no windows - and closed the door behind her.

"So...it was A3, wasn't it?" There were racks of paper and other supplies, and on the left a counter and a PC.

He was standing awkwardly with his back to the counter. He was a good six inches taller than her. His throat was visible inside his open collar. It looked flushed. "Yes... That's a very pretty blouse..."

Cynthia turned bright red again. But he was so hot! She couldn't help it. She unbuttoned her cardigan and slipped it off.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet a guy who appreciates clothes." Why hadn't she put on some panties? She could feel her juices beginning to trickle down the inside of her left thigh.

"Is it silk?"

"Yes. Silk. She moved towards him. "Feel."

He touched her arm, gingerly. She didn't move. He left his hand there for a moment. She looked him straight in the eye. Then things happened very quickly. His hand slipped onto her left breast. She gasped, and pulled him to her. In an instant she was fumbling with his zip, and the next moment her hand was in his underpants and she had released his penis from its confinement. She held it gently and pressed herself against him, planting little kisses on his neck. Slowly she felt him swelling and hardening. He placed his hands on her shoulders and made a curious little noise, like a child sobbing.

She knew they might not have much time. In fact, there was no saying when someone might walk in. If the door could have been locked from the inside she would have locked it. But she had to take a chance. She dropped to her knees, gripped his erect member firmly around the base, and began licking the head. He leant back slightly, resting his buttocks against the counter, which he gripped with both hands. His little sobs soon turned to moans, and drops of clear fluid began to ooze from the tip of his penis onto Cynthia's tongue. She gently pulled back the foreskin and pushed her mouth over the head. It tasted clean and sweet. It was slightly oval in cross-section, as if made to fit into a woman's mouth. She used the tip of her tongue on the underside, making a tremor run through his body. Her thighs were wet, but she was at peace at last. Her only regret at that moment was that they had only a few minutes. She wanted hours, days.

He was becoming rather noisy. She drew back, only to say, "Shhh, Danny. You need to be as quiet as you can." And then she closed her eyes and took him in her mouth again. Determined not to leave him frustrated, she began to rock back and forth, tonguing him vigorously. His juices flowed steadily into her mouth, and she swallowed them thirstily. Nevertheless when his climax came, she was not ready for it at all. She had sunk into a state of ecstatic stupor, like a baby when it drinks too much of its mother's milk. She felt him tense, but before she could do anything, the first spurt, like warm cream, had filled her mouth. It was so unexpectedly copious, that she was unable to swallow it all, and half of it burst from her stretched lips and cascaded down her blouse. Danny let out a groan, Cynthia drew back her head, and then the second spurt hit her square on her right cheek. She half fell backwards, and before she could regain her feet another jet bespattered her hair. Even then she didn't desert him. Though his orgasm had subsided, she returned and obligingly licked him clean, and then scooped the cum from her cheek and sucked it off her finger.

She was still on her knees, and Danny was still standing there with his penis semi-erect, when they heard a sound outside the door. Frantically they tried to regain their decency and their poise. The door was opening. Cynthia grabbed her cardigan, pulled Danny behind her, pulled it wide open, smiled at the startled secretary who entered, and quickly ushered him out and back along the corridor.

"Do you think she saw?" asked Danny, nervously.

"She have to be blind if she didn't," said Cynthia, "quite apart from what you left for her on the floor."

"Oh dear."

"Don't worry. I hope you think it was worth it."

"It was amazing... You are amazing."

They stopped the lift between floors, and tidied themselves up as well as they could. They had a quick kiss and a cuddle, and exchanged phone numbers.

"We've got unfinished business, Danny," smiled Cynthia. I'll ring you tonight, okay?"

"Yes please."

Danny got out on the first floor, giving her a little wave as he went. Cynthia wrapped herself in her cardigan, and, putting her head down, hoped no-one else would get in. She made it to the fourth alone, and trotted quickly back to her office. Jayne looked up, eyes dancing.

"Did you give it to him?"

"What?"

"The paper."

"Oh, the paper. I forgot..."

"Cynthia? What have you been... Did you know there's sperm in your hair? And on your neck? Oh, my god! Your blouse...!"

"He's lovely, Jayne."

"You are so naughty! Now, sit down. I want to hear the whole story. Every detail, mind!"

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