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Saturday, May 24, 14:00“You do understand that if you go through with this, I will call all the shots?”The man across the table makes as if to pull his glass towards him, then releases his grip on it. “Yes,” he says at last. “I understand that.”“I won’t put up with any prevarication,” I continue. “Either you’re prepared to go along with everything I decide, or we call the whole thing off.”This time, when the man touches his glass, he hoists it and drains about a quarter of a pint in one. His hair is greying at the temples, and he seems to find it difficult to establish eye contact with me. I don’t know much about him, but meeting him has led me to put him down as an accountant or one of those low-ranking bank people – not the ones who gamble the world into recession – who are heartily sick of their jobs. “I suppose that means that if we reach a point where we don’t want to play anymore, we just stop, right?”I hold my arms out. “If you don’t want to play anymore, I vanish from your lives just like that. Mind you, if you’re going to play the game, I don’t expect you to get cold feet over trifles.”The man nods again, going silent, thinking. “We…” he begins, then pulls up short.‘We’ are himself and his wife, who hasn’t joined us. I should perhaps mention at this point that to protect the innocent (or not so innocent), where necessary I shall henceforth refer to the man as ‘Cuck’, and his wife as ‘Pet’ – even in dialogue, but I’m sure you understand the necessity for discretion, dear reader; insert names of your choice if you like. Anyway, the man had contacted me on account of one or two of my stories, which he and his wife had enjoyed. A series of messages had flown back and forth; ideas had fermented.Now the man takes another gulp, and this time he really does look me in the eye. “It’s the wife,” he says. “When we were discussing it, theoretically like, she seemed pretty keen – but now she seems a bit apprehensive.”I smile, aiming for comforting. “That’s understandable,” I say. Then, draining my own glass, I ask, “Fancy another?”The man does. I go across to the bar and procure the desired beverages, feeling confident enough. Back at the table I raise the glass and pour liquid into my mouth, thinking that the man doesn’t seem too sure about this himself. Never mind. I fish in my pocket for a piece of paper, coming up with an old receipt. “Here,” I say, having scribbled on it. “This evening. Sit your wife down in front of the computer and I’ll have a word with her. Is that OK with you?”The man nods.“Will seven do?”Again the man nods, and that is that.Saturday, May 24, 19:00What I see of the woman is a field of pale blue covering her upper body. It’s a bit like looking at a Mark Rothko. I smile to myself, thinking that it puts us on a level playing field, at least to begin with, since I too have tilted the screen to show only my upper body, clad in a standard white shirt.“Good evening, Pet,” I say.“Good evening,” she replies.The tone of her voice tells me, but it seems politic to ask anyway. “Are you Karşıyaka escort bayan nervous?”“Yes.” The woman’s voice is so quiet the word folds into its own concluding sibilance.“I can understand that,” I say.“Can you?”That sounds a bit more assertive, but I’m not going to get drawn into a discussion about my ability to empathise. “Tell me, Pet,” I say, “what’s the worst case scenario? What do you fear the most?”She sighed. “A lot,” she says. “But mainly that somehow things will get out.”“What happens between us will stay between us,” I say, as soothingly as possible.It’s as if the woman hasn’t heard. “Or that I’ll feel ashamed and embarrassed.”I wait a second or two before responding. “Maybe you’re feeling a little ashamed and embarrassed already?”There’s silence.I press on. “What’s the best case scenario for you?”The silence seems interminable. Then the woman’s voice filters through. “What can I say? That I enjoy it, I suppose. But what if I enjoy it too much?”“Can you experience too much enjoyment?”Silence, then, “I-I-It just feels so complicated.”This is an emotional issue that the woman will have to deal with internally. Out loud I say, “Cuck has told you about our conversation this afternoon?”“He’s told me everything.”“So you understand that if at any time you feel too uncomfortable to continue, we just break off, and that’s that?”“Yes?”“So why don’t we just play a little game tomorrow? A fairly innocent game? Just to see how you feel about things. If you don’t want to go on after that, well, no harm done.”The woman doesn’t answer this, instead she says, “I don’t want you thinking I’m just some slut.”“How would you like me to think of you?”There’s a long and extremely pregnant silence.“I won’t think of you as just a slut,” I said. “But you must understand, Pet, that my interest in you is entirely sexual in nature.”There’s another prolonged silence before the woman says, “I understand that.” Then, to my surprise, she relents. “This little game you want to play. What does it involve?”Sunday May 25 09:00Sunday mornings are great. Sunday mornings when people are still asleep, or just coming to after Saturday night. Towns are quiet, much better for the kinky stuff than the previous night. Especially if you know of places. A bleak stretch of road bordered on both sides by huge brick facades, not quite run down, still in use, but barely, and certainly not on a Sunday morning.I arrive early, not in the least put out by the wait. Not given the delights I anticipate. I sit in the car, trying not to imagine how things will go, trying not to plan things that might not come off.They are punctual. At the stroke of nine, a grey car shows up, pulling up on the side of the road a short distance ahead of mine. Cuck gets out on the driver’s side, looking around. There are other cars parked up. I don’t know if he sees me or not, he gives no indication that he does before walking round the car and opening the passenger door for Pet.It’s the first time I’ve seen her Escort bornova in the flesh. She’s wearing a jacket, though it’s already quite warm, with a red top underneath. A brown skirt stretches to her knees, tan-coloured stockings flowing down from there. Pet looks around too, but not as intently as her husband, as if afraid of seeing me.Cuck looks up and down the pavement, clearly checking for people. Then he grips his wife’s skirt and lifts it slowly. He says something, and Mrs Cuck grabs the garment. She holds it above her stocking tops and does a 360 degree twirl. It’s very inexpert, but I enjoy the sight.She lets the skirt drop and the pair of them look slightly lost, looking up and down the street. I pick up my mobile. I’ve already got the number on speed dial. I see the woman start when her phone goes off. She takes it out of her jacket pocket, holds it up to her ear.“Yes?”“Good morning, Pet. You look gorgeous.”She looks embarrassed, looking around. “Thank you.” Her husband is looking at her, his eyes glued to her.“Seeing you like that has given me ideas straight away.”She looks and sounds tense, nervous. “What kind of ideas?”“What kind of ideas would you like me to have?”“I don’t know.”“What kind of ideas do you think I have?”“I daren’t think.”“Don’t worry, Pet, I’m not going to fuck you or make you suck my cock. At least not today.”I enjoy the look on her face as she registers what I’ve said. “Then what?” she breathes.“Are you wearing panties?”“Of course I’m wearing panties. I’m not a slut.”“I don’t think you are a slut, Pet, but every woman has a slutty side.”She doesn’t respond to this. Her husband murmurs something I don’t catch.“Here’s what I want you to do next, Pet. About three minutes’ walk up the road, there’s a little park. I want you to make your way there. Find a bench and sit down. Will you do that, you and Cuck?”The woman looks uncertain. “Yes.”“Good. Now give me another twirl.”Pet looks surprised when the line goes dead. She slips the phone back in her pocket, looks around, then quickly hoists her skirt above her stocking tops and does the full 360 degrees. Her husband looks questioningly at her. She speaks, they set off.I give them a minute before following. They’ve made it a way, and they’re just tiny figures in front of me. I don’t care, the thought of Pet and Cuck makes me vibrate with excitement as I follow in their footsteps, slowing as I enter the park to locate them. They haven’t gone far. Just a short distance down the first path after the entrance, third bench down. My view of them is from the side, slightly behind when I linger at the entrance. The pair of them converse in short sentences, Pet slightly obscured by her husband, who’s the closest to me. We are not entirely alone. There’s the usual assortment of early birds, crapping dogs and helmeted cyclists. I take out my mobile. I press speed dial.“Yes,” Pet answers.“I’ve thought about things,” I say. “And I’ve decided I can’t have you wearing panties. Take them off. Now!” üçyol escort Then I cut the call.Pet’s hand flies to her mouth. Cuck says something and they converse briefly. Then Mrs Cuck looks around, checking that there’s no-one there. I watch her body move, though obscured by her husband. I see enough to determine that she does indeed remove her panties, handing them to her husband, which amuses me. Then she sinks back and the pair exchange a few words before falling into silence.I begin to move towards the bench, making sure to walk on the grass, keeping silent. I’m right up next to them, rounding the bench from behind when Cuck finally notices me. He doesn’t speak though, and Pet stares steadfastly straight ahead, even as I sit down and lay my hand on her thigh, the brown of her skirt.“It’s good to meet you at last, Pet,” I say, my fingers pulling the material up so that I can lay my hand on her stocking top instead, drag a finger across the skin just above it. “You feel as good as you look.”Pet seems completely tongue-tied. Cuck is glancing to his right. I use my entire hand to rub the naked bit of thigh. “I’m very excited by you, Pet,” I tell her.“There’s someone coming!” she exclaims.Indeed there is. “Don’t worry, he won’t notice,” I say. And indeed, if the cyclist sees anything as he whizzes past, he must have superhuman sight.Having broken her silence, Pet says, “What do you want?”I give a little squeeze of her thigh. “Isn’t that obvious?” I say. “I want you.”I sense her breathing increase. “Are you going to touch me?”“I thought I was touching you,” I said, making sure to trace a path with my fingers along the inside of her thigh as I speak.“I mean, you know, there…” The woman’s voice is trembling.“Do you want me to, Pet? Do you want me to touch your pussy?” When the woman doesn’t answer, I say, “What about you, Cuck? Do you think I should touch her pussy?”The man clears his throat. It still sounds as if he has a frog in it when he says, “I don’t really have much say in the matter, do I?”The woman’s body stiffens as a delighted squeal is heard. A father with two energetic young children heave into view, carrying a kite. I remove my hand, making sure to pull Pet’s skirt down. “Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea,” I mutter. Then, placing my arm round the woman, who is now as stiff as a board, I say, “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to be good to you. If you continue along this path and exit at the next opportunity, there’s a long hill, and at the bottom of that, there’s a nice little shop I know of. You’ll know which shop I mean. I’m going to give you some money to spend, Pet. But make sure to spend it wisely. They open at 10. Take Cuck with you. Phone me when you’re done. I’m a big fan of black, by the way.”I feel in my pocket for the cash I’ve taken out the previous day. Making sure the father and children aren’t looking, I quickly pull up the woman’s skirt and deposit the notes inside her stocking top. “Have fun,” I say. “And be sure to call me.”Sunday May 25 11:00They take their time, but I don’t mind. Good things come to he who waits.When my phone does ring, I don’t bother with greetings. “I hope you spent wisely.”Pet doesn’t respond to that. “What next?” she asks, her voice trembling again.“Three doors down there’s a café. You deserve a break.”I ring off, I’m already close.