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  Sometimes, as a punishment for not getting enough done, he made her play with herself until she was on the point of coming, only to be told to stop. He wouldn’t let her finish herself off on those occasions. She had to wait for his return and get her work done, aching for release as she typed.

  As a punishment or reward—she wasn’t sure which—he often told her to massage her breasts with lotion as he watched her. It wasn’t long before she was panting with desire, needing more, and then he would command her to write another five hundred or a thousand words and not touch herself at all, sitting there turned on and topless.

  Lizzie found the writing for her racy stories flowed in those circumstances—being commanded to work, naked or topless, turned on and wanting seemed to help focus her mind—and she was having more than a little success with her sales. She earned peanuts so far compared to their expenses, but it was enough to make writing worthwhile. It was also the first earnings she’d had from her fiction, so she was happy to get what she could. She had great reviews too from those who dared to leave them.

  So life was happy. She expected her love life to continue to develop and become even more exciting, but already it was more stimulating and sexier than she’d ever dreamed it would be. It was just what she needed right now.

  And so they would have gone on loving each other without a care in the world, enjoying life, if things hadn’t gone wrong with their games.

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  The day when things changed started like any other. Lizzie sat at her computer and wrote. Paul was at work and had the monthly reports to do—the activity he liked least in his role as marketing manager. He called Lizzie mid-morning to check up on her and to relieve the boredom of a long day.

  “How’s it going?” he’d asked.

  “Okay,” Lizzie said. “I’ve written over two thousand words this morning.”

  “What’s the story about?”

  “A sexually frustrated priest.” Lizzie giggled

  “A priest! I might have to punish you for wicked thoughts later.”

  “Promises, promises! What are you up to?”

  “Slogging through reports. Dull stuff. I know what will cheer me up though. I want to see you naked. Strip for me.”

  Lizzie responded to his command and waited.

  “Now play with yourself. That will definitely cheer me up.”

  It wasn’t unusual for them to take a break from work for a few minutes like that lately. They still got their work done. If anything, they both worked harder than they had before, because they were happier. But this day was different from other days—on this day, Paul’s boss walked into his office and caught him.

  Paul had been lost in watching Lizzie on his smartphone screen as she got more and more into her display, stark naked, playing with herself as he had commanded her.

  As soon as he’d noticed Matthew Stevens in his office, he’d closed off the call but it was too late. He didn’t know how long Matthew had been watching.

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  His boss was the last person Paul would have wanted to catch him viewing Lizzie like that. He knew a couple of guys Matthew had hauled over the coals for viewing risqué videos in office hours, and he didn’t need that kind of blot on his records. God knows the guy probably spent plenty of time looking at porn himself, but he liked to throw his weight about and let everyone know who was in charge.

  Paul feared what he had been doing might earn him more than a reprimand, and on top of that, he had an inkling his slime ball of a boss had the hots for Lizzie. At the company’s barbecue outing, that summer, he’d spotted Matthew several times with his eyes firmly fixed on Lizzie’s breasts though she looked nothing but pretty and respectable in her sundress.

  “Fucking hell, Paul! Your wife’s a hot little bitch. You know I could have you sacked for doing this kind of thing at work.”

  Paul knew his boss was well aware he couldn’t afford to lose his job.

  “Oh God! I’m sorry Matthew. It won’t happen again. I suppose I got a bit carried away.”

  “Not as carried away as her. It looked like she was enjoying showing herself off like that. Don’t make her stop on my account. Call her right back, and let’s see the end of this performance.”

  “I can’t do that. She’d hate someone else to watch.”

  “She’ll never know. Besides I’m sure you’d rather do that than have me speak to HR about what you were doing in the office on company time.”

  Paul knew he was stuck, aware how much their lives relied on him bringing home a salary at that point. Matthew played by different rules from the rest of them. His uncle was CEO after all and owned most of the company. HR was no threat to Matthew. Anything he did would be swept under the carpet. Not so Paul. He’d be out on his ear before he knew it.

  “Get her back on the phone. Say the line dropped.”

  Paul hesitated but dialled, feeling like a traitor the whole time.

  “Sorry honey. I lost the connection. I hope you didn’t think you could just get dressed again…”

  “I did. Sorry.” Lizzie pulled off her top again, revealing one of the bras with the cups cut out, her hard nipples on display. She unhooked the bra, letting her heavy breasts fall against her chest. Matthew gawped, his eyes wide, taking in everything, though he was out of the range of Paul’s smartphone camera and Lizzie couldn’t see him.

  Lizzie pulled off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Matthew signalled to Paul with his hands, cupping his palms as if mimicking grabbing her breasts.

  “Play with your tits for me, Lizzie.” Paul gulped. This felt so wrong. Their game was spoiled. He didn’t want Matthew ogling his wife, but he could do nothing about it. His heart was in his throat.

  Lizzie looked like she was well into it, unaware anything was amiss, lost in massaging her nipples, tweaking and pulling on them, twisting and rubbing them until she was moaning gently.

  Matthew pointed down.

  “Come for me,” Paul said. He knew nothing less would satisfy Matthew so they might as well get on with it. Normally, he’d have made Lizzie wait until he got home to relieve her. He hoped she wouldn’t question him about that.

  Lizzie didn’t disappoint her audience. She worked her clit over and over until a flush covered her cheeks, and she cried out as she came, her breathe coming in short sharp gasps. She giggled as she recovered and looked at Paul as if he might demand more from her.

  “Love you, but I’d better go. I’ve got the monthly reports to write. See you later,” Paul said. “Be sure to get some work done.” He closed down the call. He didn’t care what Matthew wanted. Enough was enough.

  “Nice to see a woman enjoying herself. I’d like to see that again. Tomorrow, two o’ clock will do, if you want to keep your job.”

  Paul nodded miserably. What could he do? Should he tell Lizzie? She’d be mortified. He knew she’d refuse to play ball. What would they do then? Her stories were selling but not that well. They couldn’t even pay the mortgage with her royalties. They’d end up homeless, on the streets. Could he get another job? Maybe, but not quickly. He could start looking though. He’d update his resume tonight. What a mess. If Lizzie ever found out he’d betrayed her, she’d never forgive him. Shit! Shit! Shit! Why had he been so careless?

  He’d have to behave normally at home too. How was he going to do that? They usually told each other everything. This could be the end of them. Just when they were enjoying a new lease of life in their relationship. He was sure Lizzie was happier than she had ever been—writing and publishing her stories, being commanded by him to do things he knew she liked to do but wasn’t daring enough to suggest on her own. He just didn’t think displaying herself to his boss was one of the things that would turn her on. He might be wrong, but it wasn’t something he was willing to bet on. She thought Matthew was an arrogant bastard, as it was, the way he behaved at company outings as if he was lording it over them all. Fair enough, he was wealthier than any of them, but did he have to
make it quite so obvious?

  That night, Lizzie asked Paul why he was working on his resume. He didn’t know what to say.

  “I didn’t know you were so fed up at work,” she said.

  “It gets me down sometimes, that’s all. Matthew is being an idiot as usual. I thought I might see what was out there.”

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  Next day in the office, two o’ clock came around all too quickly. Matthew told Paul to get Lizzie to strip and play with herself again and to make her open her legs wider this time.

  “How is your work going today?” Paul asked when he called.

  “Really well, I wrote three thousand words already!”

  “That’s great honey. I still need to see you though. Take everything off.”

  Her clothes removed, she waited.

  “Now keep your legs nice and wide, as wide as you can, and play with yourself until you come.”

  Lizzie opened her legs. Paul could see everything, and he knew Matthew could too, was no doubt lapping up the sight of his wife’s pink opening, glistening with her juices as her hands started on her clit.

  Matthew held up a note out of reach of the camera on Paul’s phone. “Make her hold her inner lips open,” he’d scrawled.

  Paul gulped. “I want to see everything. Hold your inner lips wide open for me.”

  She obeyed. Nothing was hidden.

  “Continue,” he said.

  She worked moisture from her opening into her clit and circled around it, squeezing and rubbing the slippery bud over and over until she was wracked by desire and came to a shuddering climax right there on camera in full view of Paul and her unseen audience. Paul could hear Matthew breathing heavily. He hoped Lizzie couldn’t detect the sound, but he guessed her focus was elsewhere.

  Matthew wrote another note. “Tell her to stay like that and feel her breasts. Keep her going,” it said.

  “Don’t move from where you are,” Paul told Lizzie. “Leave your legs open and play with your breasts for me until I tell you to stop.”

  Despite his fear, Paul couldn’t help but be turned on by the sight of his wife, legs wide open, juices coating the top of her thighs, wantonly playing with her beautiful, full breasts. He had to remind himself that she was doing this solely for him, that there was nothing to be jealous about, that she didn’t know another man was viewing her inner depths and seeing her touch herself like that.

  As Lizzie played with her breasts, Paul detected her mounting arousal again. She might come again at any moment if he allowed it, but he wasn’t going to make her do that unless Matthew forced him into it. But would Matthew ever say it was time for her to stop without her coming? It was like there was no end to this nightmare. Paul felt sweat running down his back at the thought of Lizzie finding out what he was allowing to happen.

  It wasn’t until she was panting and begging for release that Matthew nodded, and Paul was able to say to her, “Yes, you can come.”

  Her hands descended between her legs again, and she shamelessly brought herself off.

  Paul gave her a few moments to recover, and then he said, “Wow, honey! That was hot! See you tonight. Remember to work hard!” and closed down the call before Matthew had a chance to make any more demands.

  Paul turned to his boss. “This can’t go on. It’s not right.”

  “Oh, I think a little more fun is in order. We can’t let you off too lightly. Besides, she seems to be enjoying it from where I’m standing. I’ve got a two o’ clock meeting tomorrow, so let’s say eleven shall we?”

  The next day was Friday. At least there would be a reprieve at the weekend. If he could just get through this and get another job, it would be okay. He’d emailed his updated resume to a couple of agencies, but they didn’t have anything suitable on their books for a marketing executive right now. He didn’t expect it to be easy with the job situation as it was. A couple of big companies had let senior people go recently.

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  When he tried to call Lizzie the next day at eleven, as Matthew had wanted, she was out. Paul remembered she had an appointment at the dentist that day. It had slipped his mind with everything going on.

  Matthew was livid. “Did you warn her? Tell her to go out?”

  “No I just forgot she had an appointment. That’s all.”

  “She’d better be there at four then.”

  Paul wondered what Matthew would demand today. It couldn’t get any worse, could it? All he’d said when he’d come into Paul’s office at eleven was, “Make sure it’s as good as yesterday.”

  At four o’ clock Matthew appeared again like the proverbial bad penny. Paul wondered if he’d had a boozy lunch. He seemed more eager than ever. Perhaps being made to wait had made him antsy. “Let’s see her play with her tits some more today,” he said.

  Paul called. “How did it go at the dentist?” he asked Lizzie, trying to sound as natural as possible.

  “Fine. I don’t need any treatment.”

  “Did you get any writing done?”

  “Just a thousand words.”

  “Better not keep you too long then. I want you to get your tits out for me though and play with them.”

  She complied, unbuttoning her blouse and removing her cut-out bra. Before she could touch herself, Matthew passed him a note off camera. “Make her jiggle them.”

  “Shake your chest and make them bounce,” Paul said.

  Lizzie shimmied a little, and her heavy breasts followed her movements, lagging just a little behind, the flesh bouncing luridly.

  “Hold them out to me. Offer them to the camera. Get closer,” Paul said, mesmerized. For a moment he forgot Matthew was there.

  Matthew passed another note. “Get her to suck her nipples.”

  Wow! Blood thundered through Paul’s veins, straight to his cock. He’d never asked her to do that little trick.

  “Take one your nipples in your mouth and suck hard,” he said, turned on despite himself. He could see her gulp before she obeyed and stuff the end of her breast in her mouth, leaning forward and pushing the flesh toward her mouth while the other breast lay heavily against her chest.

  “Play with the other one,” he prompted. “We don’t want to make it feel left out.”

  He could see how turned on Lizzie was getting. She was squirming in her seat. He imagined how wet she would be between her legs. Perhaps she was leaving a trail on the leather seat in their home office.

  “Is that turning you on?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you wetting the seat?”

  She raised herself up and looked.

  “Yes.”

  Paul saw Matthew had written another note. It said “Tell her to clean it up with her tongue. And get that skirt off her. I want to see her ass.”

  “I think you should clean up that mess, don’t you?” Paul said. “And I don’t mean fetch a cloth. You have a perfectly good tongue. Lick it clean. Take your skirt off first.”

  They could just see her tongue as she licked. The web cam was positioned so that Paul could normally see the whole of her face and her body down to the tops of her thighs, though she could only see his face and shoulders on the smartphone camera. As she licked, they got a good view of her ass as Matthew had wanted.

  Matthew jotted down something else. “Tell her to hold her ass cheeks apart,” he’d written.

  “That was very naughty making a mess of the chair. Lean over and hold open your ass cheeks, so I can inspect.”

  She did so. God, he was getting his wife to show her asshole to his boss. What was he doing?

  “Okay Lizzie. That’s enough.”

  But Matthew was having none of it. He wanted more. He pointed to another note he’d dashed off. “Get her to put her legs over the sides of the chair and bring herself off.”

  “Sit back down now. Put your legs over the sides of the chair, and play with yourself,” Paul said.

  It wouldn’t take long for Lizzie to reach orgasm. Paul could see the
signs. He could hear her panting. The whole situation was turning her on, and she only knew of one person watching her. His cock was rigid in his pants, and he knew that Matthew would be just as turned on as he was by the sight of Lizzie lost in lust. She would kill Paul if she knew she’d been showing everything and masturbating on three video calls with his boss as an audience. She really would. He didn’t know what to do about it.

  Yet his eyes were still riveted to the screen as her fingers worked their magic. What an image that was! Any straight red-blooded male couldn’t fail to get hard watching that. She grunted this time as she neared her peak, letting out a huge groan before coming back to earth. She was pink and glowing, smiling at him through the phone, at who she thought was only him.

  “Wow! That was wonderful, but I’d better get back to work, honey. Another thousand words or there’ll be trouble. See you later,” he said and shut off the call before Matthew could make any more requests. But Matthew seemed pretty satisfied by what he’d seen. There was huge smirk on his face.

  “That was some display,” he said. “You’re a lucky bastard with a bitch like that at home.”

  Paul was silent, seething with anger.

  Matthew continued, “I was just thinking. I’m having a few of the guys round at the weekend to play poker. We could use some extra entertainment. A little video performance like that will make their night.”

  “Oh no. That’s not going to happen.”

  “I think it is.”

  “She’d never agree to it.”

  “Well, you’d better talk to her and persuade her, hadn’t you? I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to lose your job.” Matthew sneered.

  Paul lunged at Matthew wanting to wipe the smirk off that face, but Matthew was too quick and dodged the blow.

  “I don’t think you’ll find assault is the answer. You brought this on yourself. You and your slutty wife with her cut-out bras and bare cunt. I’m sure she’d love to perform for the guys when you call her up from my place. Tomorrow night at eight. I’ll send you the details. Don’t be late.” And he swept out of the office.