Lucy turned onto her back. Simon was asleep beside her, lying on his side facing the wall. He too was naked, except for his chastity cage, that is!. He had wanted to take it off, begged her in fact to remove it, but she refused. She had told him that it would be good for him to wear it.
“But it’s hard being caged when you are naked!” he moaned.
She laughed as she reached and took hold of his caged cock. “So, my nakedness makes you hard then?”
He saw the funny side to it. “Yes,” he told with a faint smile.
She kissed him. “And that’s the object of it all.”
“But you normally wear something in bed, even if it’s just a pair of knickers?”
“I know, and I shouldn’t. I should always sleep naked when I’m with a man.”
Simon was taken aback. “Is… is this how you will sleep with Chris?”
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
He didn’t answer.
“I want to be available for him. A woman should always be available to her lover.”
She heard him sigh and she reached to hold his testicles. “We don’t want him wasting time struggling to get me out of my knickers, or any other item of clothing, should he decide he wants a fuck during the night, do we?”
He gave a gentle shake of the head and then turned over to sleep. Lucy cuddled him, pressing her body tightly against him, ensuring that he could feel the contours of her body, her breasts against his back, and her mound against his buttocks. Kissing his shoulder, she said goodnight and turned over. She felt contentment. Simon seemed happy, and so was she. Simon had accepted her choice of Chris as her lover. There would be other lovers in the future but for now, he was all that she needed. She knew of his history; knew what sort of man he was, thoroughly reprehensible, a user of women to satisfy his lusts, and a man with few moral principles.
But he was experienced. She had let him seduce her. He knew that she lacked sexual experience, and he excelled in his role as teacher. He had already told her that he would show her what good sex was, and she was more than happy to play the game. Sometimes it was good to massage the male ego!
There was also an ulterior motive in her actions. She had her eye on Chris’s job. Simon was twice the man he was. He could run the company just as good, if not better. Also, the chairman was a distant cousin to her mum. They had once sat next to each other at a relative’s wedding a couple of years back, and only recently he had met her in the company carpark when she went to pick Simon up. It was only a brief conversation, but it renewed acquaintance and created a point of contact. There was opportunity there, and there was another family wedding coming up in the not-too-distant future.
As she lay back, naked, and aroused, her hand slipped down to her mound. Lucy masturbated often. Simon usually fell asleep first and she enjoyed sending herself off to sleep with a vigorous time of self-love. There was always something to awaken her arousal. Lately, it was Joel, the new finance guy in charge of the Council’s budgeting department. Though he was British, his parents originated from Lagos. Lucy had never slept with a Black guy before, but she had a friend at University who had a Mozambique boyfriend during her time there. She used to brag about the size of his equipment and his prowess in bed. She once told her that Black guys loved shagging white girls and showing them how much better they were in bed.
A few days earlier she had found herself at the beverages machine with him, waiting while it was being filled up. She had worn a blouse that day with one more button open than she should have had. She smiled to herself as they had a conversation with his eyes on her chest most of the time. Though he wore a wedding ring, it didn’t put her off. In fact, he made him attractive. He may risk his marriage for a steamy affair, but he probably wouldn’t risk exposure when she decided to call it a day with him.
She slid her finger over her clitty as she considered her first time with him. Perhaps, they would sneak off for an extended lunch together, a lunch at her place. There would be no risk of Simon disturbing them. There would be no lunch either. They were both married adults. There was no food on the menu – just each other’s bodies. She would leave the initiation to him, there would be time for her to take control of later trysts. She would play the innocent; the lamb being led to the slaughter. There might be the odd moan of no from her lips from time to time; the proverbial stance of protest, but she would allow his hands to wander freely over her body. Touch her where he wanted to; invade her intimate parts with his fingers as if he owned her. She would probably try to stop his hands tugging her panties down her body, but it would be a half-hearted attempt.
She knew men well enough by now. Let a man feel like a conqueror; overpowering and compelling. Make him use a little force to take you, don’t just give in and open your legs for him, make him work for that privilege. Surrendering should be held back for later occasions when he has proved himself to be the supreme lover. Perhaps there might be a little protest on her part if he tried to take her without wearing a condom, but she wouldn’t insist on it or demand it.
