Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 12

We Go Visiting

Has Geoff found the secret to their success?

Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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The
girls, and Lucy in particular, wanted me to find the inner me. So I had
and, as illustrated by my behavior that evening, I had found that my
inner me was a bit of a twat. I still liked giving women orgasms, but
the dark side of me enjoyed it even more when it was on my terms. Oh,
Lucy was going to come tonight, of that there was no doubt, but it would
be when and how I chose.

She
yelled imprecations at me, slandering my parentage, my masculinity and,
for some bizarre reason, my dress sense. That offended me because Marie
guides me in sartorial matters and my wife was, therefore, insulted by
proxy. So I took out the flogger, the one with the forty eight leather
laces, and laid it on Lucy's bare backside.

"Lucy,
Lucy, Lucy. You've upset me now," I murmured menacingly in her ear.
"You know I'll have to punish you." And I gave her a gentle stroke of
the flogger across her rump. She snorted in derision. The second stroke
was harder and the third harder still. The fourth generated a cry of
pain so I decided that was the intensity I was aiming for. And so I laid
into her, using only a little less force on her tits and genitals, for a
full two minutes.

She
was whimpering quietly when I finished and to make amends I restarted
the wand and applied it to her clit. Unfortunately for Lucy I was still
in Darth Geoffrey mode, so the application was remorseless. Despite her
writhing, her pleading and her threats I held it there until I was good
and ready. By then my erection enhancing tablet had long since kicked in
and I was hard again. I knelt behind her, slowly ran the wand one final
time from her anus, between her nether lips and onto her clit and then,
without warning, I penetrated her. Well, it was what she'd been
shouting for after all.

She
was so wet inside but still delightfully snug. I grabbed her slender
hips and pulled her onto my cock to meet my every thrust.

"That's
it!" She yelled, her voice only slightly muffled by the pillow. "Fuck
me! Use me! Come on you bastard! Harder!" I reached forward and grabbed
her hair again, pulling her head back as I pounded. "Yes!" She cried.
"You fucking love this; don't you? Pull harder! Hurt me! Make me yours!"
She carried on in this vein for the next five minutes.

I
have to admit, in hindsight, I was lost in the moment. If we'd been
playing asphyxiation games, it could have gone horribly wrong. That
night, though, the pair of us shared the most brutal mindless fuck
either of us had ever experienced. I'm not claiming that it was the best
sex we'd ever had, but it was the rawest. Lucy came first, of course;
she'd been well primed by then. Her demands now replaced by screams of,
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh! Fuck! Yes!"

Given
her forced immobility, she was unable to relax after her orgasm even
after I had finally, and with great satisfaction, streamed another
teaspoonful of sperm onto her cervix. I knelt, hands on her hips, still
pulling her ass cheeks hard into my belly, breathing hard and thanking
any deity willing to listen for the privilege of having sex like that at
my age.

There
was a tapping on the bedroom door. I grinned to myself at what we must
have sounded like to the others. "Yes," I called out. "Who is it? Is
there something you need?"

"Well,
it's all of us Geoffrey," came Marie's voice, muffled through the door.
"We're sort of worried and yet oddly excited by what we were hearing."
She paused, presumably waiting for me to respond. No chance! I wanted
them to say it out loud. "Geoff, Lucy, please may we come in?"

I
almost asked Lucy before I remembered. She was mine and therefore had
no vote. I answered, in keeping with my adopted dark nature. "Certainly;
as long as you're naked."

I
heard Angie's brief laugh and then the door opened, slowly, as if that
alone could mitigate the horror of what they might find. My wife and Sue
were first, suitably attired, nude that is: two buxom women holding
hands for reassurance. Angela and Margie followed, taller, more slender
but similarly undressed, leaving a small pile of dressing gowns in the
passage-way behind them. They gazed at the tableau in front of them:
Lucy, also naked, face down in a pillow with her hands cuffed behind her
knees. Me, upright behind her, cock still embedded in her cunt, her
hair gripped in my fist, both of us glistening with sweat.

I
smiled at our audience as my wilting dick slipped out of my spent
little fuck toy. "Angela. Uncuff Lucy." I commanded, careful not to make
it a request. Angie complied and, after looking to me for approval,
helped Lucy stretch out on the bed. I stood and stretched, ignoring my
nakedness.

"Are you okay, Lucy?" Asked a concerned Sue.

"It's
like a drug," mumbled Lucy. "It's uncomfortable, it's degrading, some
of it even fucking hurts, but I want more." She looked at the other
women pleading for understanding. "Why?" She asked simply. "What the
fuck is wrong with me?"

"Perhaps, Sir, if I tried it, I might be able to help her find the answer," Angela suggested, trying to look innocent.

"You'll
get your turn, my pet," I promised. "But first I'll need to think of a
way for you to earn it." I turned my attention to Sue and Margie. "Does
this appeal to either of you?" I offered.

Margie
looked horrified at the thought and I knew my wife found the prospect
unthinkable following an unresolved unpleasant event in her childhood.
Sue, however, seemed intrigued. "Lucy seems to find the experience
addictive. I have to admit that I'd like to feel the way she does now,
but I'm not sure I have the nerve to go through with it."

"It's
like a white knuckle ride," Lucy contributed from the bed. "It takes
nerve to get on and, once the ride starts, you're committed." She gave a
huge, shuddering sigh. "But the adrenaline rush is amazing."

"She
certainly sounded; exhilarated," Sue observed, thoughtfully. "Do you
have the capacity to tone this down, you know, for beginners?"

"Lucy
is my test bench," I replied, ignoring the aggrieved complaint from the
bed. "I'm sure that I could offer a bespoke experience to those who
wanted to explore that side of their sexuality." I left the bed and
crossed to where Sue stood, still holding Marie's hand. I reached up to
caress Sue's cheek. She tried not to flinch. I moved my hand, slowly,
under her chin, down where I paused to gently grip her throat and then
on to her tits. "Your body betrays you, Sue," I taunted her. "Your lips
say, 'no' but your nipples say 'yes please'." She swallowed nervously.

"I
won't offer," I told her. "If this is what you want, you'll have to
beg. And." I thought this might add an extra frisson. "There will be no
safe words. If you ask for this, once the door is closed everything that
happens to you until I open it again, is entirely at my whim."

Sue's
neck and chest began to flush. Marie noticed and shook her head in fake
despair. "Have we lost you to the Dark Side, Geoff? Is there still good
in you?"

I
leant across to kiss her gently. "I told you. I'll be whoever you need
me to be. Look at Sue." She did. "Sue is as aroused now as I've ever
seen her." Sue tried to protest but the truth was obvious. "Take her
back to bed now and enjoy her. Ask her tomorrow how she feels."

The
four women left, leaving Lucy and I together again. I sat in one of the
bedroom chairs and pulled onto my lap. "Remember this, Lucy?" I asked.
"Our first intimate moment?"

She
leant her head against my chest. "You were so kind and gentle then,"
she said, reminiscing. "You told me that my snatch was: Oh!" She stopped
speaking as my finger slipped between her thighs and into that moist
little channel that I had once pronounced to be delightful. My other arm
circled her slender body allowing me to caress her tit while I bent to
kiss her ear. She responded just as she had in the pub; with a quiet
intensity. Her eventual orgasm was similar too. Not noisy, the way she
was when I was tormenting her, but serene and beautiful. Her body
twitched twice, then three times and she slumped against me until the
aftershocks subsided.

"I
love you, Geoff," she breathed. "And Marie. You give without
expectation and you just care. My husband takes and ignores." She
wriggled to get comfy and little Geoff started to recover. She burrowed
into me. "Here, I'm warm and safe and loved; at home I'm ignored,
exploited and insulted. Thank you for showing me how my life should be."

"I love you too, Lucy." I kissed her, tenderly. "Now, can I put Dark Geoffrey back in his cage and ac