Agony Aunt (24 page)

Tom made one plate for them both, setting it between him and Victoria. Before eating, Tom offered her a glass of sparkling wine. ‘Not the best champers, but a creditable if slightly aggressive spumante from Chateau Tesco just up the road.’ He held the glass for her as she leant forward to drink. Setting the glass down, he then offered her a forkful of salad. He was careful not to drop anything on her dress, knowing that the velvet would stain badly. While Victoria chewed her food, he took a second forkful of salad for himself. So they took turns until the salad was gone. The erotic overtones of the situation were exciting. Tom could feel his cock stirring as he fed his helpless guest. The ring around his scrotum was also making itself felt. Victoria betrayed her reaction by the agitated rise and fall of her breasts.

Before making sandwiches for them, Tom paused to raise the skirt of Victoria’s dress to reveal her legs. She wore stockings and suspenders. As he raised the skirt to the tops of her thighs, he saw that she had omitted to wear pants. ‘Did you plan on sex after dinner, then?’ he asked.

‘What do you think?’ Victoria asked. ‘I’ve had a good teacher whose name I won’t mention, but whose initials are Harriet Jones. Someone you know as well, I think. But let’s get back to the present. Will I do?’

Tom nodded, resting his hand on the smooth warm flesh of her thigh. He kept it there for a long time.

‘A girl could starve around here,’ Victoria said with a laugh.

Tom smiled as he took his hand away and resumed feeding her. There wasn’t much more talk, both of them busy with eating and thoughts of the evening ahead. But Tom did want to know about the arrangements she had made for the night. ‘Does Bill know where you are?’ he asked.

‘No. He’s away for the weekend. In Amsterdam, as it happens. Should I give him your Katrina’s phone number when he calls home? Not to worry. He won’t come charging through the door, not even if he gets home ahead of schedule. We have our arrangements, just as you and Harriet have yours.’

Tom noted her use of the present tense in speaking of Harriet, which was encouraging. When they had finished, he stacked the dishes in the sink and made coffee for them both. Victoria was still sitting at the table when he carried it into the front room. Her skirt was raised and her long legs were stretched out in full view. Tom thought they looked wonderful. Face it, he told himself, you’re an incurable leg man. And he thought of Harriet’s legs as she had paraded around the room on those evenings when he had been wearing the handcuffs.

He helped Victoria to stand and steered her over to the sofa. He sat down and eased her down on to his lap. ‘The better to feel your tits, my dear,’ he said. ‘Or would you prefer me to lift your skirt again and ravish you straight away?’

‘What a choice for a shy virgin to have to make! You certainly know how to put a girl on to the horns of a dilemma. Or is that just the single horn of a dilemma I feel digging into my bottom? I think we ought to do something about that first.’ Victoria shifted on Tom’s lap as she spoke, trying to stand up. ‘I think you had better take off your clothes – or at least your trousers. Then sit back on the sofa and raise my skirt for me,’ she told him. She shrugged her shoulders in a helpless fashion to indicate she was unable to do the job herself because of her handcuffs.

Tom stood up and removed his clothes. With his back to Victoria he brought the loose ring up and over his half-erect cock. It wasn’t easy. When he was fully erect it would be impossible. He made a mental note to do the job before he began to get hard in the future. He could feel Victoria’s questioning glance on him but she said nothing until he turned towards her.

‘And what is that for?’ she asked him when she saw the ring around his stiffening cock.

‘The better to fuck you with, my dear,’ Tom said cryptically.

‘Stop playing Little Red Riding Hood and tell me what you’ve been doing across the water.’

Tom gave her much the same explanation as Katrina had given him. As he spoke of the effect on the clitoral area, he saw that he had Victoria’s interest. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was rapid and shallow. She was looking intently at his cock.

‘Sit down,’ she repeated. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her excitement.

He sat on the sofa and drew her closer, raising her skirt and guiding her down on to him. Victoria cooperated, lowering herself so that she straddled Tom and squirming forward until she felt him slide into her. She settled down with a sigh, making small adjustments to her position. Then she relaxed her thigh muscles and settled against him. She must have felt the pressure on her clitoris at once, because she moaned loudly and began to grind her hips against him. Tom couldn’t remember her being this aroused so soon in their lovemaking. Normally she required more foreplay to bring her to this pitch.

Victoria came suddenly, surprising both of them with her intensity. Her mouth was slack and her eyes were closed. She sat upright in his lap and moved her hips to rub her clitoris against the cock ring. Tom held her steady as she bucked in his arms. It seemed as if she would never stop, and her ardour carried Tom along so that he came as well. He had found it impossible to hold back as she moved against him. When it was over she lay against his chest and he held her there while they each recovered.

Eventually Victoria stirred and sat up. She looked at Tom with a rueful smile and said simply, ‘Wow. Why didn’t you think of that sooner? I know Harriet is going to love that when she discovers it. I’ll have to tell her about the it.’

‘I’d rather you didn’t,’ Tom said. ‘If there is going to be a reconciliation, I’d like her to be surprised. It’s kind of like a gift – Katrina’s idea.’

‘Her instinct was spot on. Did she have any other good ideas?’

‘None she told me about,’ Tom replied. He didn’t want to go into details about the weekend with Katrina just then. Victoria might think he was making invidious comparisons. Nor did he want to go into the matter of his relationship with Harriet, even though he knew they would have to discuss it soon. To do so just after their lovemaking might seem ungrateful, which he wasn’t. So he changed the subject. ‘Let me shift you on to the sofa and I’ll get us something to drink.’

As he brought the bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, Victoria spoke. ‘Can you bring a towel for me before you sit down again? I’m sopping wet between the legs after that fuck.’

Tom nodded and did as she asked, wiping her clean and dry with a tea cloth. ‘I won’t wash this,’ he said. ‘The smell will remind me of you and our passionate evening.’ Then he sat beside her and held the glass while she sipped the wine. They sat in companionable silence for some time. It was Victoria who finally broke the silence.

‘If you don’t mind letting me loose for a few minutes I’d like to take my clothes off so I can go to the loo and get ready for bed. I don’t mind sleeping in handcuffs but I’ll wrinkle my dress if I don’t take it off. It was thoughtless, I know, but I didn’t bring anything else to wear. I’m afraid I’ll have to sleep in the altogether, but you can close your eyes if that embarrasses you. And we have to talk about your Harriet before we nod off.’

‘I’ll try not to blush. But do you want to talk about the other woman just now? We can wait until tomorrow if you’re feeling tired.’

‘No. I’d like to talk while everything is fresh in my mind. I was with Harriet up until two days ago and we talked a good deal about you. At first she was reluctant to say anything. I think she was embarrassed, though that’s hard to believe about her. But in the end I got most of the story out of her. If you tell me your version, I’ll tell you what she has been saying to me. I don’t feel as if I will be violating any confidences. She never asked me not to say anything, and I got the feeling she would be glad if I talked to you. That would help her save face. I don’t think either of you wants to embarrass the other by demanding a full surrender and a return to the status quo. I think we can solve the problem before too long. Then things can get back to normal for everyone.

‘I’d like to help sort things out between you two. Harriet has always done well by me and it would be nice to do something for her. For you too, of course.’ Victoria added. ‘It may not be exactly a marriage made in heaven, but you seem to suit one another well enough. That’s rare enough these days. Katrina told me she was going to talk to Harriet as well. We’ll catch her from several angles at once.’

Tom unlocked one of the handcuffs, leaving the other dangling from Victoria’s wrist. She stretched her arms and shoulders, which did interesting things to her breasts, and then she took off her clothes, laying the dress carefully on the back of the sofa. She removed a short silky peach-coloured slip and unsnapped the matching bra. Her full round breasts sprang free, the nipples pointing slightly outward. Tom admired them while she folded the underwear with care.

‘Shall I leave the stockings and suspenders on?’ she asked him. ‘I know you have a weakness for that sort of thing.’

‘I have several sorts of weaknesses,’ Tom replied, ‘but I think I’ll leave that decision up to you. I will only say you look beautiful either way.’

‘Flattery will get you everything,’ Victoria said as she turned towards the bathroom. She didn’t remove her stockings.

Tom took the candles through into the bedroom and turned down the bed. Victoria returned as he was lighting them.

‘How romantic. You think of everything, don’t you?’ She seemed to be expressing genuine admiration. The handcuff on her wrist clinked softly as it swung to her stride. ‘If you’ll just do me up again I think we can climb into that inviting bed.’ Victoria stood quietly while he brought her arms behind her back and locked the cuff around her free wrist.

Still standing behind her, Tom reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands, weighing them and squeezing her nipples with his fingers. She leant back against his chest, letting him have his way with her. They stood that way for many minutes, then Victoria broke away with a sigh of satisfaction.

‘Mmmmm,’ she said. ‘Candlelight and handcuffs and a pair of gentle hands on my tits. You do know what pleases a girl. But if you keep that up I won’t be able to resist another fuck, and then I’ll be too tired to talk about you and Harriet. I’m strongly tempted, but this time I must be brave.’

‘Don’t feel you need do that on my account,’ Tom said with a chuckle. ‘You’re the best reason I can think of to postpone a serious discussion.’

‘No. Enough of that. First we talk, then we can see what happens afterwards. And there is always the morning. I know it’s decadent, but I like a good fuck as I wake up. It starts the day off just right.’ She sat on the side of the bed and swung her legs on to it. With her hands locked behind her back, Victoria was unable to keep her balance. She fell gently on to her side and lay waiting for Tom to get into bed and pull the covers up over them both.

He lifted the quilt and Victoria slid her legs beneath it, wriggling over to lie close to him as he lay down. Tom put an arm around her waist and drew her against him. ‘Sure you want to talk? Last chance to change your mind.’ The smooth nylon of her stockings felt electrifying as she moved her legs over against his.

‘Mmmmm,’ she said. ‘Tell me what you did when you walked in and found Harriet tied up in her bed.’

Tom told her. At several points in the story Victoria burst out laughing, as Katrina had done. His account of Harriet’s initial indignation, and of her subsequent half-hearted attempts to conceal her sexual arousal, were especially funny to her.

When he finished there was a lengthy silence, as if Victoria were trying to fit the two accounts together. Finally she spoke, ‘Just listening to the story has excited me. The real thing must have been truly exciting to Harriet. She should have done something like that a lot sooner. Stubborn, that’s what she is; set in her ways. But she really enjoyed what you did. She told me so. I think we’re more than halfway there.’

Tom touched her between the legs with his free hand. ‘You’re wet,’ he told her in mock reproof.

‘That’s because I’ve got all the things I need to make me wet myself. I’m lying next to you and I’ve got one arm around me and a hand on my cunt. You’ve just finished telling me an exciting bedtime story. I feel all securely locked up and tucked up in bed. There’s tomorrow still to come.’ She yawned. ‘It’s been a long day. Shopping always takes it out of me.’

‘And I suppose sex doesn’t?’ Tom asked.

‘No. It really puts it into me.’ Tom groaned, and she said, ‘Sorry. I never could resist a good pun. But I suppose we should get some rest. But what about you?’

‘We’ll see about me, and you, in the morning.’

‘If Harriet doesn’t let you come back, I’ll find room for you. But she will. She’d be mad not to have that kind of sex anytime she wanted it. Tomorrow – after we’ve seen about you and me, of course – I’m going back to her house to tell her she’s being foolish. Can I tell her you want to come back, too?’

Tom nodded. ‘Go ahead. Just don’t tell her I’m desperate. Everyone’s got some pride.’

‘Bugger your pride! Hers too! I’ll tell her she has to change her attitude. But don’t you ruin things by clinging to your own silly one. That’s my last word. Let’s go to sleep.’

7

Welcome Back

Harriet had just got out of the shower when the telephone rang. It was Victoria. Could she come around that afternoon? She didn’t say why. Harriet suggested tea-time. Victoria agreed, hanging up with a cheery ‘see you soon’. Harriet wondered briefly why Victoria wanted to see her again. She had been there for more than a week not that long ago, leaving tired but happy. Surely she couldn’t be coming back so soon for more. Well, she would know the answer soon enough. In the meantime there was the matter of Tom to be resolved. She had missed him, and not only because she hated doing the housework herself. She was now ready to allow him back on a trial basis while she made up her mind about the long term.