“Er yes.”
“Ooh, You poor sod. I suppose you deserved a shag for that. We will have to relax that rule anyway if my plan for my best friend to seduce you works and you move in here.”
If I’ve got this right, Jill, I don’t think I want to live here. Ella’s face fell. I think I want to buy us a place of our own or at least rent somewhere just for me and Ella-May to call home.
You’ve got some money stashed away?” said Taylor. Yeah, a bit, mate. Remember when Dave Holmes made all that money, his first big break?”
“Yeah.”
“I owned half the company.”
“Oh, just a bit, then.”
“yup!”
Then the doorbell rang again. I opened the door. “Taxi for Taylor”, said the guy at the door. I grabbed Ella’s arm, and we didn’t budge. If we ain’t spoiling any plans, can we stay here and make a plan or two ourselves?
I’ve got to work out how I’m going to introduce my mistress, first to my mum, then to the rest of the world. I don’t want to hide who I am any more. Ella’s eyes started leaking. It wasn’t crying; she told me that I couldn’t contradict my mistress, could I?
We waved them off, and I said, “Are you going to show me this playroom then?”
“No! Let’s have something to eat. Then I’ll show you around the house. “Let’s just order a takeaway, eat, sit, chat, and just be with each other.”
“OK Darling, but only if I can kiss your nipples for pudding. You are going to be kissing my nipples ten times a day for the rest of your life, baby.”
“I don’t know any food places any more, Ella; you order, I’ll pay.”
“That’s a deal.”
So we sat and talked a bit. The food came: Chinese, Kevin’s love tip for the day. Don’t eat hot curries if there is any chance at all of eating pussy after. It will fuck your night right up when she jumps out of bed to stick her fiery minge in the kitchen sink.
The food was good. The pudding was better, I could eat Ella’s nipples and fanny batter three times a day seen days a week. I was in heaven; I took Ella with me for the visit. She has very big, easy-to-press buttons.
She told me the story of the house. Mick won a fairly decent amount in the lottery. He had purposely dragged his feet with the divorce. His actions didn’t go well for him, he contested the divorce, and ran his own defence.
When the photos and medical records came out the judge told Mick if he didn’t stop wasting the court’s time he’d send him down for contempt of court As Ella cleaned up her act, she became more and more popular at the club. There were two distinct social factions in the club; the married couples and the single men.
Most of the single men managed to bridge the gap. So this was not at all divisive Being a rugby club back then there were no single women other than at parties and discos. Its a testament to the girls that, they refused to give up on one of their own. May was simply not allowed to slip away and hide.
There was a guy who played at the club called Dunmore; he is a solicitor. He liked the new and improved Ella a lot he liked the special love she trats me to now. He had a poor marriage at the time and needed a bit of love. Ella was happy to be his bit on the side but she wanted no more than that from him.
Much later, after we were wed I asked her why she didn’t look to snare him. She gave me a sour look. “Fuck me, I’ve married the village idiot” he isn’t you; duffer!
He was, I suppose, what the Americans call a family law specialist. He took Ella’s case on a no win no fee basis. By the time Mick finally settled, he had bought the winning ticket. And Dunmore set about separating him from his winnings. A few months later we were in the pub, I was trying to thank him. “I wanted the judge to order him to sell his vital organs;” Rick he said. A hundred and forty five thou ain’t much for a baby girl is it!
During the process, Dunmore smelled a rat and took Mick back to court. Ella and Dunmore won. Mick lost out bigtime, nearly all of it to Ella. Ella bought the house–well, half of it. Then it went wrong for her again; the firm she worked for went bust. She couldn’t pay the mortgage. Dunmore, who is as sick a puppy as me, helped Ella set up the syndicate that effectively time shares the top floor. Both Taylor and Jill bought a share each, so Ella didn’t have to; she was skint but she still kept her house. Then, with the blessing of the other shareholders, she started hosting the parties.
We talked about getting a place of our own. Having had to scrimp and save her whole life made her question every penny. The idea of going house-hunting without kissing a bank manager’s arse first worried her. I eventually managed to convince her I did have the money, and it wasn’t going to disappear into a bookie’s till or the nearest Boozer. I threatened her with drawing it all out in pennies and making her shovel it from one side of the room to the other.
I still had worries; I wondered if Ella and Jill were pulling the wall over my eyes. If Ella was skint, where did the thousand pounds worth of top-end latex fetish fashion she was wearing this very minute come from? She must have someone buying her stuff. Would she tell me in her own time? Would she insist on keeping him as an occasional lover? I didn’t like that last thought one bit; for the first time in my life, I felt possessive about someone.
We talked about my family and introducing her. She was shitting herself about meeting my brother Sean and Shirley, his wife, again. She was having a bad enough time thinking the two of them would have told my mother bad things about her. It was pure bollocks, of course. Like a lot in the club my brother would have happily kicked Mick until he stopped bleeding. Like the rest of the club, he felt sorry for the poor girl who had been married to him.
I showed her photo after photo of my place in Wales. She was a bit nervous about that as well. Poor Ella had always lived in cities or towns. To her eyes, all that green stuff looked positively scary. The one thing that switched a light on for her was featured in a couple of the photos: my neighbour’s horses. Again, my new squeeze proved his absolute ignorance of all things countryside when I said you could have a horse if we lived there.
Don’t be silly; they cost far too much, don’t they?
You’re being silly, love. They practically give away old hunters who are too old to hunt. It’s keeping them that costs money. There are fifty acres there spare to keep one on. You won’t be able to keep our next-door neighbour Seren, away if you have a horse or two, she has six I think.
Ella straddled my lap, looked into my eyes, and said, “After I’ve punished you for your indiscretions, you’re going to fuck me until I’m bandy-legged.
The only problem that remained was the upkeep of this place. She was worried the others would see her as letting everyone down. I pointed out that if she gave up the hosting, as I would prefer her to do, the parties could go on. Just rotate the hosting duties. The others will be cool as a polar bear’s pantry with it. Jill will see to it that anyone who isn’t
So we went to see the playroom. The house was pretty much a four-bedroom detached house. The shareholders have put some extra cash in and done a loft conversion. All the loft is devoted to play, and there is a dressing room where the girls keep some of their fetish clothing. Everywhere else upstairs is devoted to S&M play.
There is a rack, stocks, and a pillory. A male pillory secures its victim by his plumbs and is used exclusively for cock and ball torture. Ella introduced me to CBT later that evening. A forced cunnilingus chair Actually two. I was introduced to the best one there, and then the other.
There is a cage; it pretty much belongs to Jan. It fits Taylor like a glove. She locks him in it. Then she fucks other men in front of him so Ella delighted in telling me. When she is carrying a full load, she moves Taylor from the cage to the chair. Once he is in there, he has no alternative but to eat whatever is put in front of him.
She caught him playing away from home once. I wondered if he was still paying for it. Ella said “don’t be daft. If he really didn’t want to, he wouldn’t come back a second time. Ella also told me Taylor hadn’t been allowed inside Jill since that day. Strange guy, my best mate.
“Who was she?” I asked idly.”
“You really have no idea, have you?”
“Pardon, am I missing something?”
“Only the elephant in the room! Rick, my sweet man. Your best friend is bisexual. Jill knew when she married him. That’s why they are still together, idiot. It was a man; she would have killed them both if it had been a woman. A guy he was at university with was balls deep in Taylor’s arse when Jill found them. I think Taylor arranged it so Jill could find him. He’s as bad as you for asking for what he really wants.”
“What does he want?” I said, my face agog.
“What every girl wants is a big, fat cock inside him.”
“So that’s why his cock is under lock and key?”
No, you fuckwit. He’s under lock and key because, he wants his cock to be under lock and key. He wants to be owned. Jill owns his cock; she owns him. Taylor is a happy man, gurl, slut. Whatever, he has a very happy mistress too.
“Why the forced cum eating, then?”
“That’s a bit more of a difficult question, Rick; it’s something Jill doesn’t like much.”
“Why does she make him do it then?”
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