Trouble and Strife Chapter 3 and 4

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Chapter Three

The next morning, wearing a clean and dry pair of jockey shorts, Charlie headed into the office where he was met by knowing looks from Simon and a hug from Beatrice.

Beatrice was three years older than Charlie with a plump figure and an open, welcoming smile that spread all the way into her eyes. In her own way she loved both of the men she worked with but she found neither of them attractive. Preferring to gaze at the parade of young women that walked past the office window every day.

“You’re looking happier today.” She said having freed Charlie from her arms. “Are things starting to improve at home?”
Charlie had told his co-workers all about finding his wife in bed with another man and they had both been incredibly supportive. Simon even offered him a place to stay should he need it. Talking through his problems with his friends had been an immense help and he felt grateful to have them in his life.

“Actually they are. I really think Shelley means to stay faithful now and…” he blushed slightly, “our sex life took a bit of an unexpected turn last night. Which was…interesting.”

“Interesting not good?” asked Simon.

“I think it was good. I mean, Shelley certainly liked it…it was just a bit odd.”

“Odd in what way?”

“I’m not sure I really want to talk about it in detail just yet. Not until I’ve decided for myself.”

His friends’ reaction was stopped as the bell above the shop door jingled to announce the arrival of customers. Charlie turned and smiled at them.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” he said.

Shelley was also at work, as a Financial Modeller she easily matched her husband’s fifty-thousand-pound annual income but today she was doing very little work. After the previous evening's success, she intended to move her plan forwards and that meant doing some research on the internet. Until now Charlie's morning orange juice had been laced with ground up birth control pills but their effects had been minimal. Now was the time for some more potent medication.

Shelley trawled a variety of websites to gather the information she needed before placing a large order with what appeared to be a respected British supplier of transformation products. Some of the items wouldn’t be needed right away but the thought of having them excited her so she bought them anyway. With the order placed she tried to focus back on her work but an image of Charlie in her underwear refused to leave her mind and she couldn’t help but smile. It might take a while but Shelley was going to get the best of both worlds and she felt great.

“Thank you Mrs Mullins. I’ll be round in the morning and we’ll get your house on the market…yes indeed…have a good evening.”

Charlie hung up the phone and turned to smile at Simon. Beatrice was out with a client so the two men were alone in the office.

“If I’m right,” said Charlie, “that’s a one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-pound house. Should be a nice bit of commission for one of us.”

Simon did not respond as enthusiastically as his friend had hoped.

“Charlie, it was clear from your face that you got laid last night, which is always good, but I got the impression that Shelley got a lot more out of it than you did. Now, I appreciate that you don’t want to go into details but I worry that you’re going to let her walk all over you again.”

“What do you mean, again?”

“You’re a nice guy, mate. Too nice at times if you ask me. We all know that Shelley loves you and you are nuts about her, but sometimes I think that you are so much in love that you let her get away with stuff and she is the sort of person that can’t help take advantage of it.”

“She does not take advantage of me.” Charlie could feel anger rising. “I don’t know why you feel that you can say things like that about my wife but let me tell you something. My wife does nothing that I don’t approve of and she does not take advantage of my good nature.”

“I’m sorry Charlie. I didn’t mean to speak out of turn or anything. You’re my friend and I worry about you. My offer of a place to stay will always be there, Nancy agrees so that’s no problem. I really hope things are as good as you think but just in case they’re not…” he trailed off.

“I know you’re trying to help, Si, but things are all right. Honestly.” The two men sat in silence for a few minutes, not really working but not really resting either. “Simon, have you ever done anything kinky?” asked Charles suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What? Do you mean bondage or dress up?”

“Yes. That sort of thing anyway.”

“I’ve messed about with a few girls in the past. Why?”

“How did it make you feel?”

“Now there’s a question. You know, I’ve always found that the less appealing it sounds the more I end up getting out of it. I suppose you have to push things to really find your limits. There are some things that I could never try though, things like golden showers are just too disgusting…Oh my God, that’s what happened last night…that’s what you didn’t want to talk about.”

“Golden showers, Christ no.”

“Not golden showers. You and Shelley got a little kinky and now you don’t know whether you should feel guilty. Listen, Charlie, I don’t want to know what you did. It isn’t important. All that matters is - did you enjoy it?”

“I think so?”

“You think so? Bloody Hell mate, was the sex good? Did you shoot your load?”

“Yes it was good, maybe a bit too good, if you know what I mean.” Charlie blushed and Simon laughed good naturedly.

“If you both enjoyed it mate then there is nothing wrong with it.” He said. “It’s only wrong when it stops being fun or people get badly hurt.”

Chapter Four

That evening Shelley seemed a little bit distant to her husband and he began to wonder if she had not enjoyed their tryst the previous day. If he had known how hard it was for her not to grin and push him into her underwear once again he may have acted differently. But he knew nothing.

“Is something wrong?” he asked when he could bear the silence no longer.

Shelley closed her eyes to compose herself before answering, an act that Charlie misread as trying to build up the courage to say something that he wouldn’t like.

“Is it something to do with last night?” he asked.

Shelley nodded. She had worked out what she was going to say during the day but hadn’t expected Charlie to work out where the conversation was going to go. As she felt her excitement grow she feared that opening her mouth would crack her resolve and let him see her eagerness.

“Did you not enjoy it?” Having spent the day reconciling himself to the reality that he, himself, had enjoyed making love in his wife’s underwear Charlie felt himself saddened at the prospect that his wife had not. That sadness was reflected in his voice and lifted Shelley even higher.

“Of course I enjoyed it,” she said hoping that her tone did not betray her, “I was worried that you hadn’t. I’ve been trying to pluck up the courage to ask if you’d do it again.”

Shelley held her breath and watched her husband’s face closely. Almost immediately the look of fear faded away and was replaced by an almost embarrassed smile.

“Really?” he asked, “I…I did enjoy it. I’m sorry I…you know. Are you sure it isn’t a bit weird though? I mean men shouldn’t wear girl’s knickers, should they?”

“They can wear whatever they want.” Replied Shelley. “Clothes are just clothes. Anything that makes you feel good or look good is fine and anyone who says different is just a small-minded bigot. If you’re interested those clothes made you look really good, really sexy.”

“Do you mean that?” asked Charlie.

“Of course I mean it. I don’t know why they don’t make sexy underwear like that for men. Why is everything comedic with so-called posing pouches? Elephant trunks? Tape measures? It’s a joke.”

“I don’t know.” Shelley was unsure whether Charlie was referring to her claim that he looked sexy in her knickers or whether men’s sexy pants were a joke so she remained quiet and waited for him to proceed. “I know that it felt good when you touched me,” he said eventually, “and to be honest I didn’t mind wearing them during the day, in fact I completely forgot I was wearing them. But this morning…this morning I felt as though I had done something wrong. As though I was a pervert or something.”

“You did nothing wrong.”

“I know that now. I talked to Simon and he said…”

A chill ran through Shelley’s heart. “You told Simon?”

“Yes…well…sort of. I didn’t tell him what we did. I just asked him whether he had ever done anything kinky and he mentioned dressing up. I don’t know what he dressed up as but he said that as long as we both enjoyed it and nobody got hurt then it was good.”

The chill faded and was replaced by an immense feeling of relief. Her husband’s stupid little friend, married to the quietest mouse in all the world, had managed to convince Charlie that he should carry on with her plan in one day when she’d thought it would take weeks. Sometimes things were clearly meant to be.

“Does that mean you’ll do it again?” she asked, “maybe even now?”

“Yes, I think I could do it again.”

Shelley squealed in excitement, real excitement this time, and told her husband to stay where he was while she picked him something to wear. She returned just a few moments later carrying a pair of black lace shorties, one of the pairs that Charlie had ignored the previous day.
He stripped off his trousers and his own underwear before slowly stepping into his wife’s. With a slight blush to his cheeks he pulled the flimsy garment up his legs and settled it around his waist. Shelley wasted no time and grabbed the front of the knickers and with them her husband’s, rapidly hardening, penis. As she began to stroke it she slid her spare hand up his shirt and found a nipple to caress. Placing her lips firmly against his, she kissed him passionately.

Charlie was suddenly feeling overwhelmed and didn’t put up any resistance as Shelley manoeuvred him down to the floor. She knelt between her husband’s legs and began to increase the pressure on his senses. A few minutes later she felt his penis begin to pulse under her hand and smiled briefly before putting on a disappointed pout.

“Oh Honey,” she moaned, “not again. I was really looking forward…”

“I’m sorry,” said Charlie hurriedly, “let me make it up to you.”

He scurried out from under his wife and waited until shifted herself on the couch before taking his place between her legs. He could smell her vagina, a combination of flowery soap and musk, as he got close. He reached out with his tongue and gently ran it up her slit, thankful that his wife kept herself cleanly shaven so that he didn’t need to worry about gagging on unwanted pubic hairs. His tongue touched her clitoris and he paused to give it what he thought was a gentle suck but Shelley disagreed, telling him that it was too hard. He tried again, softer this time and was rewarded with a gentle moan from his wife. Charlie smiled to himself, at least he could keep her happy with his tongue even if his dick was far too sensitive.

This wasn’t a new problem for Charlie, he had always been prone to a bit of premature ejaculation, although the last few weeks were the first time he had repeatedly come before even penetrating his partner. In the past he’d put up with the disappointment in his girlfriend’s voices when the sex had proved to be disappointing for them and he accepted their excuses when they finished the relationship. They always found a reason to leave him that didn’t blame his lack of durability but he knew. He always knew.

Of course, back then he hadn’t known how talented he was with his tongue. Now that he did he was determined never to let an over excited prick ruin his life again. Moving slightly lower, at his wife’s request, he pushed his tongue deep into her vagina, straining as he delved as far in as he could and flicking the end of the tongue around to try and stimulate her further.

Shelley nudged her husband’s head slightly to the side and sighed happily as he stayed where he was placed. After just a couple of days she could already feel a difference in the way that he performed for her and believed that he could become an exceptionally good lover after all. Of course she would still need Steve, a girl has to have a dose of cock to satisfy her deepest needs, but Charlie would be the perfect foil in between times.

She gasped as his tongue flicked effortlessly against her clit and pushed her a bit too close to an orgasm. Shelley wanted to keep a clear head and orgasms had always clouded her judgement so, rather than risk it she began to moan and buck, putting her husband off his game and faking yet another orgasm. Soon, she told herself, soon I will get to go all the way.

“Oh Baby, that was amazing.” Was what she told him before helping him onto the sofa with her.

They lay together until they got hungry with Shelley gently caressing Charlies bum through the lace of his knickers.

To be continued…

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