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  Paul sat there stunned. Allowing his wife to display herself to his boss was bad enough, but this! There was no way she would do that. He was in the shit. That was for sure. Whatever he did she was going to hate him in the end. He could see his future ahead with no job and no Lizzie, and he couldn’t help a sob escaping his throat. He didn’t have long to decide what to do. Oh God. What a mess!

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  Eight o’ clock Saturday evening, Paul found himself outside Matthew’s door. His blood crawled at the very idea of pretending to be a friend of that creep. But what could he do? He had to go through with it.

  Matthew was all bonhomie. “Come in. Make yourself at home. Here’s Paul everyone. Paul’s the one with the hot wife I was telling you about.”

  Matthew’s friends gathered round, no doubt eager to see the schmuck who was going to use his wife for their entertainment.

  “This is Jerry, Bob, Ken and Larry.” Matthew introduced each one. He brought out more beers, and the game got underway.

  Paul didn’t play poker often, and he couldn’t concentrate on what was going on. It must have been beginner’s luck that he managed to hold his own—either that, or he was so out of it that his face showed no emotion other than occasional irritation when the guys asked him about his wife. They wanted to know what she looked like, what she did for a living, and what her figure was like. It was as if they wanted to know every detail about who was going to provide the extra “entertainment” they were expecting.

  Just after nine, Matthew said to Paul, “Why don’t you call the little lady now?”

  As Paul reached for the phone in his pocket, Matthew turned to Jerry. “Could you sort out the screen first?”

  Jerry took hold of Paul’s phone and used a cable to link it to the large TV screen in the corner. Apparently the picture on his smartphone screen wasn’t big enough for them. They wanted more detail than that. Paul wondered what Lizzie was thinking at home. She would be expecting him to call her. She just didn’t know exactly when.

  He made the call, and Lizzie came into view on the larger screen. She looked beautiful and demure. His lovely wife. He hated these guys and the plans they had for her. He hated himself that they were in this mess. Could he go through with this charade? He was scared, but he knew he had to do it.

  “Hi Lizzie. What are you up to?”

  “Just reading a magazine.”

  “Wasting time eh? Never mind, we’ll talk about that later. The guys here just want to see you. All of you. Take your clothes off for me, honey.”

  Matthew said, “Yeah, make it nice and slow.”

  “Show us, Lizzie,” said Bob or Ken. Paul wasn’t sure who.

  Lizzie took off her cardigan and her shoes. “Slow enough?” she said.

  “A little quicker perhaps…” Paul said.

  Lizzie took off her socks and blouse. She was wearing a camisole underneath her top and was still showing nothing you wouldn’t see every day on every street in summer, but it revealed the size and shape of her breasts. The guys started whistling.

  “Nice rack,” Larry said. “I can’t wait to see more of that.”

  “Yeah, Lizzie,” Matthew said, “get your tits out. Let the guys have a good look at those puppies.”

  Paul was anxious. He wondered what would happen when Lizzie followed the plan they’d cooked up and refused. He could tell the guys were getting agitated.

  “Okay Lizzie, enough teasing. Get your tits out,” Paul said, knowing she wouldn’t.

  He gasped when Lizzie raised the bottom of her camisole over her head and showed more of her breasts. Why hadn’t she said, “No” and ended the call? She was wearing a bra, but it was one of her sexiest ones where the cups were nothing but net. Luckily it wasn’t one he had cut the front out of, but her nipples were still on full show through the fabric. He could see they were hard and jutting out through the net. Was this whole thing turning Lizzie on?

  “Take your bra off now,” Matthew commanded. “Just do it!”

  Paul was horrified when she reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Her breasts fell heavily out of the cups. She smiled faintly as the guys whooped and cheered at the image on the large screen. He felt sick. What was going on? How far would she go? Was she teaching him a lesson? In some ways it served him right.

  “Great tits!” said Larry. “I’d like to get my hands on those! You’re a lucky bastard, Paul.”

  Paul wasn’t feeling lucky.

  The others took over telling Lizzie what to do.

  “Pinch your nipples!”

  “Shake your tits!”

  “Hold those bazookas up to the camera!”

  With each command, Lizzie complied. Paul’s heart was in his mouth seeing his wife perform to the camera.

  “Get the rest of your clothes off, Lizzie! We want to see your pussy,” Matthew said.

  Lizzie unzipped her skirt. As usual she wasn’t wearing panties. The guys cheered more.

  “God, she’s totally bare under there,” Ken said.

  “I bet she’s wet,” said Matthew. “Open your legs!” he said. “We want to check.”

  They were interrupted by the doorbell on Lizzie’s end.

  “I’ll have to answer that,” she said, reaching for her clothes. She shut off the call.

  Though he was relieved at the interruption, Paul could feel the tension around him. What would happen now? He didn’t know what Matthew would do. What was worse, he didn’t know what Lizzie would do.

  “Get her back on the line,” Matthew said.

  “Don’t you think that’s enough?” said Paul. “She’s shown you enough.”

  “Nowhere near enough.” Matthew wasn’t pleased. “Get the bitch back on the line and make her carry on.”

  “No,” said Paul.

  “I hope I don’t have to remind you what you’ve got coming to you if you don’t make her do what we want.”

  “What do I have coming to me? What exactly are you going to do about it? You can’t do a thing and you know it!”

  “What do you mean? I’ll have you out of that job before you know it for a start.” Matthew’s friends watched, eager to see how the pissing contest would end.

  Paul called up Lizzie again, hoping she wasn’t still following some crazy plan of her own. Would she take things further than she already had? Would she do anything they wanted? Perform for them like she did for him? God, he didn’t know his own wife!

  To his relief, it wasn’t Lizzie who appeared on the screen this time, but a police officer. “Care to repeat that threat?” he asked. “We are recording everything. Just so you know.”

  Matthew spluttered and could say nothing.

  “I thought not. I’m sure Mrs Barnes will inform us if there’s any more trouble from you. I think you should leave now Mr Barnes. If you wish to press charges, let me know.”

  Matthew slumped in a chair, defeated. While the guys looked on open-mouthed at the turn of events, Paul slipped out. He wanted to go home to his wife, be anywhere but here, but he wasn’t sure what he’d say to Lizzie about her deviation from the plan. He should have talked to her as soon as the problem occurred and not made her expose herself to Matthew even once. Perhaps, if he had come clean earlier, they could have brought their actor friend into the picture before that happened.

  Paul wasn’t sure if impersonating a police officer was illegal, but he’d said to Tom, “Make sure you don’t say you’re from the police” and that had been okay. Matthew had just assumed. The expression on Matthew’s face had been priceless when it was an officer of the law rather than Lizzie who had appeared on the screen.

  Paul wondered how he was going to smooth things over with Lizzie, even whether they could ever put things right. When he’d finally come clean to her after work the previous day, she’d been furious.

  “How could you do that? Why didn’t you tell me?” she kept saying to him.

  But she’d been even more furious with Matthew. “That fucking bastard,” she’d c
alled him. Paul had never heard her use that kind of language about anyone.

  He was so ashamed about what he’d made her do, he begged her to forgive him. He didn’t care anymore, if he lost his job. They’d manage somehow. But he couldn’t bear to lose Lizzie.

  It was Lizzie who had come up with the plan for Tom to help them out. “Why hadn’t he thought of a solution like that?” Paul wondered. But even if it worked would she ever trust him again?

  They were both on tenterhooks all day, nervous whether they could pull it off, not sure what to say to each other.

  And then Lizzie pulled that stunt. Had she been planning to do that all the time without telling him? Had Tom watched her performance too? Oh God, what a mess.

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  Lizzie was less upset by the whole thing than she dared to admit, even to herself. She’d never have chosen that asshole Matthew as an audience to witness her shameful display. That was for sure. But the thought of being made to show everything to a guy she detested had her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was astonished that the idea turned her on more than off. She was embarrassed by the whole thing, but that very embarrassment made her aroused.

  Whenever she thought earlier that day about how she must have appeared to Matthew on Paul’s smartphone screen, massaging her bare breasts, opening her legs, playing with her clit like a bitch in heat, she was mortified, yet it also made her wet.

  She had no idea what was going on in her head. She thought it was something she would like to explore further in a story. Perhaps she would write one about a character putting on a show for a group of her husband’s friends and the show turning into much more than that—five men pleasuring her at once, in every way she could think of, urging each other on, enjoying her body, using her and seeing everything as she came over and over, and then punishing her for being so wanton, taking turns to spank her bare bottom as she lay over each of their laps. She could have fun with a tale like that.

  When Paul called that night from Matthew’s house, she was panicking slightly because Tom hadn’t shown up. It was typical of Tom to be late for everything. They should have thought about that.

  It was a spur of the moment idea to tease the guys and try to keep the call going without showing too much. She was hoping Tom would turn up quickly, because they didn’t have another plan to work on, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to think of something else.

  But when she heard the guys’ comments praising her body and urging her to take off her clothes, something took over. She felt herself getting wet at the “nice rack” comment even as she took off her cardigan, and when she took off her top and exposed her breasts in the sexy barely-there bra to them all, she’d let herself get carried away. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine to sooth her nerves when Paul went off to Matthew’s place, but in truth, wine or no wine, it hadn’t taken a whole lot of encouragement from the guys for her to show more.

  She’d loved showing her breasts to the camera, holding them, pinching her nipples. She’d even loved showing her bare pussy. Would she have opened her legs for them and revealed everything if the doorbell hadn’t gone? It worried her that she didn’t know where she would have stopped if it hadn’t been for Tom finally showing up. Apparently, she had some exhibitionist tendencies along with her submissive leanings. Who knew anything about their own sexual fantasies and desires and what they would like before they tried things out for real?

  When she’d thanked Tom and he left, unaware of what had immediately preceded his arrival, she was alone with her thoughts. She worried about what all this meant and what she would say to Paul about displaying herself like that. He’d hate it, she knew.

  What had she been thinking? Still, maybe it would stop him apologizing about letting her down. She needed him to be commanding, in control, not begging her to forgive him. She was the one who was liked to be made to beg.

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  Lizzie heard Paul’s car in the drive. Her heart was in her mouth. He was going to be so angry.

  “What the fuck did you think you were doing tonight?” Paul said as he crashed into the lounge and saw her waiting for him, biting on her lip. “Those guys saw everything. Were you trying to make me suffer?”

  “No. I didn’t plan on that. I’m sorry, Paul. Tom didn’t get here on time. That was him when the doorbell went.”

  “Well, it looked to me like you were enjoying yourself.” He looked at her, as if the thought just occurred to him. “You liked it, didn’t you? You fucking liked it! Showing yourself to those guys...”

  She looked at the floor. What was the use of denying it? “Yes,” she said. “I’m sorry. I suppose, I did.”

  He sat down on the nearest chair, his head in his hands, not sure what to make of her. “I thought you just wanted to show yourself to me,” he said. “You were furious when you heard about what Matthew was making me do. What changed, Lizzie?”

  “I don’t know. I just got carried away. All those guys wanting to see my body, envying you…”

  “But I didn’t want you showing yourself to them. You didn’t care what I thought, how I would feel.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking straight. It just happened. I love you. You know I do. I always do everything you say. If you say lock your body away and never show it to a living soul I will, but I can’t say I wasn’t excited by tonight. I was.”

  She tried to hug him, but he didn’t respond. She couldn’t bear it if he was going to be cold with her and shut her out. “Please Paul, don’t be like that. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” She’d ruined everything. She knew it.

  “It wasn’t so much showing your body I minded, it was showing it to them. I hate Matthew. I hate all of them there tonight. I can’t blame them for finding you sexy. I blame them for causing problems for us, for trying to blackmail me. Matthew is such a shit.” And he took hold of her hand, grasping it, as if she were his only friend, even if she hadn’t been a good one tonight.

  “I know, honey. I know. I’m so sorry. But we can’t let him come between us. He’d love that, wouldn’t he? He loves to cause trouble.”

  He thought for a moment. “Are you going to want to do something like that again?”

  “Not if it upsets you.”

  “Well, it does. I like our games but not if they mean you’re going to do stuff like that.”

  “I don’t need to do that. I don’t know why I did. It felt naughty, exciting…but if we did something where you were in control, commanding me, instead of angry with me, I’d like that more.”

  “Like what?” he said.

  “Oh, you know like having sex outside or something like that, just pretending others could spy on us, at the beach at night or on a trail—somewhere deserted. You could make me do that when I wasn’t expecting it, make me strip or just bend me over a rock or something and fuck me.”

  “Mmmh,” he said, “I like the sound of that better than your antics tonight. What other schemes have you been dreaming up for me in your dirty little mind?” He smiled. It seemed like he’d calmed down but wasn’t quite there yet. “You may as well come out with them now.”

  “Oh, there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

  “What’s that? Am I going to like it?”

  “I’d like you to make me come somewhere in public like a restaurant or movie theatre, somewhere I can’t hide or make a noise, maybe wear one of those remote control vibrators that you control, so I can’t do anything about it.”

  “I could do that.” He grinned. “No problem with that.”

  Lizzie hugged him again, and this time he held her and pulled her over to sit on his lap, and they kissed. Lizzie knew there were lots of other things she could suggest. Her stories never left her lost for ideas of what to do. The plan they’d used that evening had come from a story she’d read about a blackmailer who got his comeuppance. But there was plenty of time for them to explore their sexuality together now things seemed to be gett
ing back to normal again.

  “You know I’ll have to find another job anyway,” he said. “I can’t work with Matthew. I’ve been thinking we should maybe move back east, near your folks. Get a fresh start. There are more jobs going there.”

  “I’d love that. You know I’ve always wanted to live closer to them,” she said. “I thought we were tied here because of your work.”

  “Maybe this will do us good, get me out of that place. Of course, you’ll have to keep up your writing to help with the expenses.”

  “Well, you know how to keep me working. Just no more calls from the office,” she teased.

  “No,” he said. “I’ll save my checking up and punishments for when we’re alone.” And he kissed her on the tip of her nose and continued, “Anyway I hope you know I’ll have to punish you for your performance today. Your bottom is going to be very, very red when I’m finished.”

  Lizzie wriggled on his knee already anticipating how wonderful it would feel to submit to that. “Yes,” she said.

  He went on. “And when my hand gets tired, or maybe even before that, I’m going to use the flogger, the one with all those strands, and let you feel it in every little place you showed those guys. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Go and get ready then. Usual place.”

  She went off to the dining room, took off all her clothes and placed them neatly over a chair. Then she stood facing the window, her legs spread and her hands behind her head, smiling. They would be okay. She knew they would, but first she would enjoy this.

  When he came in with the cat o’ nine tails, he ran the strands over her bare breasts and between her legs, the knots at the ends caressing her sensitive flesh.

  “Do you know why I have to punish you?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I was very bad tonight.”

  “How bad?” he said, flicking the strands at her nipples, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. “What did you do?”

  “I showed my body to Matthew and his friends.”

  “What did you show?” he said, bringing the strands down hard between her legs.