THE GALLANT HUSBAND
My blood almost froze as I took in the sight of the image that I’d just been sent on my ’phone. It was clearly one from within my own house, in fact one from the main bedroom. And the large, luxurious bed in which I slept at night was taking centre stage, oh yes. But it what was upon it that made me so frightened, I shared this furniture with my wife, Dorothy, normally, but now it appeared that she had taken residence upon it without me. However, it rather looked like she had done so not of her own volition, for one thing she was almost naked, just dressed in her lingerie and she had been spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles securely tied to the four solid corner bedposts! Oh, and a large ball gag had been forced into her mouth, making her totally incapable of coherent speech.
Whoever had performed this outrage left her eyes uncovered, which meant that I fully clocked the very real fear that was present within them, together with the frantic “mmmmppphhh,” that of course, being the sound that was all she emitted, her mouth full of red plastic. As my stomach turned in total alarm, suddenly just what I was presently observing took another turn, one for the worst. Into the corner of the image came the sight of a large, silicon strap-on replica cock, complete with a ‘set’ of balls, and finally Dorothy’s captor spoke, addressing her words at the angry, but utterly scared me. “I take it that you recognise your wife on this bed?”
“You unspeakable fiend! Just what do you think you are doing here?”
“Putting right a wrong. It’s as simple of that!”
“What the hell are you talking about. If you harm ONE hair upon her head, I’ll…” I never got to finish just I intended to say, as this woman cut right across me.
“You’ll do WHAT exactly? From where I stand it’s pretty clear what’s going on here. Unless you shut up and listen, your wife is going to be shagged, right now by me using the ‘equipment’ that I’ve just displayed for you. Is that what you want?” Cue more ‘whimpering’ from the bed.
I needed to calm down and start thinking rationally, and thankfully I managed to get my act together enough to do precisely that. “No, of course not. OK, you’d better outline just what this is all about.”
“That’s better. You see you CAN act sensibly when you want to. Now, I suggest that you listen now and listen well. I just stated that I can, if I wish and it’s well within my power here, shag your wife. Now, what’s another word that can be used instead of ‘shag?’ How about the word ‘screw?’ Because, after all that’s just what you’ve done to me, albeit in a financial sense rather than a purely sexual one.”
I now knew just who I was dealing with, someone best described as a business rival, one who it was true I’d scored rather a major victory over, one that could possibly be classed as slightly immoral, but was completely legal and above board in the eyes of the law. “Come on Lisa, what I did to outwit you was completely lawful. You’ve got nothing on me here.”
“Oh, I’m sure it was, you’re far too clever for it to have been otherwise, I’ll give you that. Doesn’t mean it was right, or fair though, does it?”
“What are you getting at? You’d better get to the point here, I assume there is one?”
“Oh yes, there most definitely is one. As I say you’ve screwed me over, so now I’m going to return the favour, as it were. To whom I do so is rather up to you now. I could, simply go ahead, strip off, don the strap-on that I’ve shown to you and give ‘wifey’ here a right good seeing to. Or you can be sensible. Like I say, it’s entirely up to you now.”
“And your definition of myself acting sensibly?”
“Well, let’s put it this way this is a good start. At least you’re being reasonable enough to ask. Quite simply, it’s like this. The only way to stop me screwing ‘wifey’ here is the allow me to screw you instead!”
“What the hell! Are you completely depraved or what? You seriously expect me to go to bed with you, and have sex? You must be out of your tiny mind, here!”
“Fair enough, if that’s the way you want it then that’s how it’s going to be. I only hope that ‘wifey’ enjoys what I’m now going to do to her. Goodbye, although you might want to say adieu to your wife before I give her the shagging of her life.” And I could hear the completely frantic ‘mmmfffgghhhs just increase, in both volume and pitch!
“NO! No please, Lisa wait! OK, I’m sorry, you’d better outline just what you want me to do here. Please, leave Dorothy out of this, after all if you truly believe that you’ve been wronged then surely, it’s not by her. Please don’t hurt her. I’ll do just what you say.” As the artificial ‘balls and cock’ within my ’phones little screen area became waved about.
“Ah, you know what, I’m actually quite touched. Seems you can be ‘the gallant husband’ after all. Right, I take it you can read e-mails upon your ’phone!”
“Yes Lisa, I can.”
“Good, thought so. In a minute I’ll send you one, containing an address I want you to report to. When you reach there simply send me a text message saying so, and I’ll activate the C.C.T.V. system allowing me to be sure you’re following the instructions that I’ve issued you with, instructions that you’ll see clearly enough when you reach there. With me so far?”
“Yes Lisa. Crystal clear.”
“Splendid. So, just let me know when you’re received my e-mail, and we’ll go from there. Ring me back once you’ve seen it, and in the meantime, I give you my word that I won’t touch Dorothy here. And as long as you continue to do just what you’re told, she’ll soon be released, OK? Ciao then, speak to you soon.” And then she was gone, leaving me shaking, my body racked by a combination of anger and real fear. Fear of just what Lisa would do to Dorothy if I didn’t follow her instructions, if I didn’t betray my wife and have sex with her. Sex purely on HER terms!
Now, if I’d been single, if I wasn’t a married man, then I must admit that the idea of sex with Lisa Browning was quite an appealing notion, we’re addressing a quite beautiful woman here, and certainly one possessing a huge degree of raw sex appeal. Added to the fact that Lisa was always so immaculately dressed, in a really sexy and provocative manner too, yes, this woman simply oozed sexuality. And, almost as if directly targeting my own ‘kinks,’ as it were, her long, luscious legs were ALWAYS encased in VERY sheer nylon, and by now I knew enough about her to realise that said nylon was NOT in the form of tights. EVER.
But I am a married man, I had become wed to my Dorothy a couple of years ago now, having publicly made declarations of love and faithfulness towards her, vows that I fully intended to keep, as I HAD done up until this moment, but Lisa was demanding that I now break. But what else could I do? Lisa’s attitude that she had displayed demonstrated beyond doubt she was quite capable of hurting my wife, and I had no question as to whether she’d do so, if I now summoned the Police for example. Above all I had to protect Dorothy, and if that meant going to bed with the predatory Lisa, then so be it. My wife’s safety depended on it.
