Chapter 14: Another business trip

Mary and Matthew meet during their trip.

The following week passed uneventfully. Perhaps the only novelty was that I was more excited than usual. In the previous weeks, I knew that, on Friday, I would have the chance to make love to Mary and release my pent-up desire. However, knowing that the following weekend I wouldn’t be able to have that chance made me want it even more. Also, I suddenly realised that Matthew had said he would be away for two weeks, but it was actually two FULL weeks, including the weekend, so that meant that we wouldn’t see each other for THREE weekends, meaning I would spend almost three weeks without an orgasm and locked in the cock cage.

To make my condition worse, every day I helped Mary by cleaning the piercings. Every day I had in front of me her beautiful nipples, now even more exciting with the rings, and her clitoris. Twice every day, I had to watch them carefully, wash them, and clean them. It was like a perverse provocation, a ‘look at me but don’t touch me’ situation.

And on top of that, every now and then, the thought that came to me the first time would come back: Is that M for Matthew? Is he doing it so that every time I look at her breasts or her sex, I think they are his? Is it a way of reminding me that he enjoys them every week before I do?

Although I tried to dismiss these ideas, I couldn’t stop them from adding to my excitement. It was a kind of envy that someone else had more access and more rights than me over my own wife’s desirable body, which added fuel to my burning desire to be with her.

Gradually, the piercings stopped giving discomfort and were fully healed. In bed, I could now hold my wife in my arms and lay my hands on her soft chest as we fell asleep and cuddled together, without fear of hurting her. Mary, out of solidarity with me and a little partly because of the clitoral and nipple discomfort as well, decided that she would abstain from sex and orgasms for the two weeks.

During the two weeks, we continued a quiet life, enjoying each other’s company, going for walks, and reading together. We took the opportunity to see more of our family and friends, which we had somewhat neglected since our search for ‘new emotions’ began.

On Thursday of the second week, our boss checked with Mary about our publishing house’s participation in the fair, making sure that everything she had requested on her first trip to prepare for the fair was ready.

She had to travel that Thursday to spend Friday, Saturday, and Sunday at our company’s stand, receiving potential customers, answering inquiries, and making contacts. The company sent a van with copies of our editions and advertising and publicity material. Mary would be in charge of displaying it on the stand.

Just as Mary was packing her bags for the trip, a message arrived from Matthew via the dating app. Apparently, he had seen posters advertising the fair and remembered Mary’s trip, during which she met Thomas, the captain of the swim team. Matthew wanted to know if Mary was going to the fair. When she said yes, Matthew asked if they could get together.

Mary asked, “What do you think, Charley? Would it be okay if I met him? Couldn’t you fly out on Friday after work and meet me? We could spend the weekend the two of us together.”

“No,” I replied. “The boss wants the whole sales team to meet on Friday and Saturday to plan a new campaign and look at expansion possibilities, taking advantage of the contacts and customers you can get at the show. When we finish on Saturday night, there will be no flights. And travelling on Sunday would no longer be worth it.”.

“What a pity! I wish you had come. Well, I’ll tell Matthew I won’t be joining him.”

“I feel bad that you can’t have your night of enjoyment because I can’t go. Especially after you’ve given up your orgasms for me these past two weeks. If you want, meet him when you both can, although I guess you’re both busy. Him with the competition and you with the fair.”

“You’re fantastic, Charley. I couldn’t ask for a better husband,” Mary said, hugging and kissing me. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No. I really don’t. I want you to enjoy yourself. The truth is, when I see you cumming, it’s a real turn-on. These past few weeks have been kind of exciting. I can sometimes feel desperate to have an orgasm, but when I finally have one with you, it’s so fantastic that I forget all about it and think it was worth it.”

“I’m enjoying the experience too. Although I’ve already fulfilled the fantasy of having sex with another man, our encounters with Matthew are making us do more daring things and adding to the excitement we’ve been looking for.”

“But if you do eventually meet up with him, you know I’d rather see what’s going on than think about what might be going on. Not only is it exciting to watch, but I don’t have to worry about anything happening to you. Call me for a video conference or record the encounter.” “Yeah, sure, Charley.”

Mary replied to Matthew that yes, they could meet up sometime and continued packing.

I went to get the car to take her to the airport, and a few minutes later she came out of the house with her suitcase and laptop backpack.

I drove her to the airport, and after dropping her off, I thought about what a lonely weekend awaited me, although the sales meeting organised by the head of our department would keep me busy. I also thought about whether Mary would eventually meet Matthew and what they would do if they did. Mary’s piercings were fully healed, so they could have sex, unlike me, I thought.

Mary sent me a message to confirm that she had landed and was at the hotel. On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, she sent me a message before she went to bed, wishing me goodnight and sending me a kiss. I figured she was very busy and tired, so I didn’t call her. I just answered her messages and sent her a few more during the day, cheering her up and wishing her well at the fair.

On Friday and Saturday, work kept me busy, but in the evenings, I thought about what Mary might be doing. She hadn’t video-conferenced me as I asked, so I assumed she hadn’t met with Matthew. But maybe they had met while I was at work and hadn’t been able to call me. Had Matthew fucked Mary? The thought of a cock entering Mary’s vagina and imagining the pleasure I felt as my cock penetrated Mary—the wetness, the softness, the caress of her vaginal walls wrapped around my cock—made me extremely aroused. I found my cock trying to get erect but was overcome by the cruel hardness of the cock cage bars, which bent my cock down and pulled on my testicles. The pain made the erection subside slightly, but as soon as it did, my imagination flew, and I thought of my hands caressing Mary’s breasts, licking her nipples, and my tongue fiddling with her new piercings. Both nights I struggled to get to sleep, but finally, exhausted, I fell asleep.

Sunday was worse, as I didn’t have to work, and noticing the empty house inevitably made my thoughts turn to Mary and her warm body, which I was missing in the nights. I kept telling myself that she was working, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe in the evening she had met up with Matthew and they had fucked. This again unleashed an excitement and desperation that neither reading, nor television, nor walking, nor listening to music could distract.

On Monday, she had to check on the dismantling of the stand, so she wasn’t back until the afternoon. I went to pick her up at the airport after work.

As soon as I saw her appear through the ‘domestic arrivals’ door, I went to her and gave her a big hug and a very long kiss.

When we parted, I said, “How are you doing? I guess you’re pretty tired.”

“Yes, I’m exhausted. Let’s go home.”

“Did you meet with Matthew?”

“Yeah ... I’ll tell you at home,” he said in a strange tone.

“You didn’t call me after all.”

“No. I’ll explain. But I have a recording.”

During the trip, impatience gnawed at me. What had they done?

When we got home, as soon as we dropped off the luggage and sat down on the living room couch, I asked her, “Tell me what happened.”

Mary began to tell me about her weekend: “Friday, I was very busy working at the fair. When I stopped for lunch, I suddenly thought that if Matthew had seen the advertisement for the fair, he might come to the fair, discover my real identity, and even say or do something inconvenient in front of a client. But then I remembered that the fair was for professionals only and that he wouldn’t be allowed in. While perhaps it was okay to tell Matthew who we really were, I preferred to keep this more ‘dirty’ part of our lives completely separate.

“When I arrived at my hotel in the evening, I got a message from Matthew asking if I could drop by his hotel. Although I was pretty tired, I thought maybe doing something relaxing would be nice. As there was a possibility of meeting Matthew, I brought washable hair dye and contact lenses to change the colour of my eyes. So I dyed my hair, put in my contacts, put on a dress, and went to his hotel, which was relatively close to mine.

“I went up to his room, which was on a very high floor, one of the top floors. As I entered, he greeted me and invited me in. The room offered a magnificent view of the city. It had a balcony on one side and, next to the bed, a floor-to-ceiling window. I leaned against it to look out, and then he came up behind me, put his arms around me, and said, ‘Can you imagine fucking leaning against this window, looking out at this view, with the morbid feeling that someone might see us?

“I said, ‘I wouldn’t be caught dead doing it. Someone might see us from across the street. And I don’t even want to think if it was someone from the fair who recognised me the next day.’

“Matthew insisted, ‘We’re too high up; no one would recognise us, Molly. I dare you!’

“‘No,’ I replied.

“Then he said, ‘What do you want to bet I get you to ask me to fuck you in front of that window on Sunday night, or even earlier?’

“‘That you’d lose the bet,’ I replied.

“‘Then it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?’ he said.

“I got carried away with my self-confidence and that competitive or self-improvement spirit I sometimes have, and I said, ‘OK. But what exactly are we betting on?

“He said, ‘Well, I guess just sex. If I get it, I’ll fuck you however I want, and as many times as I want, if you get it, I’ll make you cum however you want, and I won’t cum. Until Sunday, neither of us can cum or orgasm in any way, so whoever does so loses. And you must obey me in everything I ask of you.’

“‘Okay. If we’re not going to have sex, then we’re not doing a video conference today with Buck, are we?’

“‘Sunday night we can record whatever happens. Now let’s get naked,’ Matthew said starting to undress.

“I got undressed too, and we lay down on the bed. He knelt down and started stroking my shoulders. He moved down to my breasts, which he began to knead and fondle, one hand on each, more and more intensely. As my piercings had been healing, my breasts hadn’t really felt a purely sexual touch in the last two weeks, and the sensation was delicious. After all the play over the last few weeks and the intense sessions on Fridays, I missed it so much.

“Feeling those strong, masculine hands caressing me and digging their fingers into the spheres of my breasts started to turn me on. I could feel him enjoying the touch, and his cock quickly became erect. After a while of fondling my breasts, he moved his mouth to one of them and started sucking on the nipple.

“At that moment, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. He kept rubbing my breasts while his mouth sucked and licked my nipple. His tongue started to play with the ring on my nipple, causing a very intense sensation on my already extremely sensitive button. After a while, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, which was already very hard and erect, aroused by the treatment his twin had received. Again, he attacked this new target, sucking and playing with his tongue.

“I couldn’t help but notice that my vagina was already very wet and that I had become very aroused. I tried to keep my eyes open and not get carried away by the sensations and pleasure, but it was difficult. After the two weeks without sex and after feeling those areas of my body in discomfort for a while, suddenly receiving a wave of pleasure in those same spots was too intense a contrast.

“Without realising it, I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the pleasure that invaded me. The bet, which I thought was ridiculous and that I would win without any difficulty, might not turn out to be as simple as I had naively assumed. I was more sensitive and aroused than I thought I was.

“After a while, Matthew left my breasts and ran his hands all over my body, stopping especially at my hips and inner thighs. I expected him to caress the lips of my vagina, but he almost brushed past them, as if avoiding them, making me crave the contact more. He lightly caressed my clitoris, causing me to shudder, and grabbing the ring across it, he twisted and twisted it a little, giving me intense sensations again.

“After teasing me a little in that area, making me crave the caresses, he continued down my legs. When he reached my feet, he asked me to lie on my stomach. When I did, he began to massage me, moving up until he stopped at my ass. There, he began to rub and caress my buttocks with great intensity. The movement of his strong fingers sinking into my buttocks was transmitted to my vagina, increasing my excitement. After enjoying massaging my ass for a while, he continued upwards, running his hands over my back and down to my shoulders. His hands had a double effect: on the one hand, his massage relaxed my muscles and eliminated the tiredness of the whole day, causing a pleasant feeling of well-being; but on the other hand, his hands excited me more and more, touching the right spots but leaving me wanting more.

“Then he lay down on top of me, his strong legs pressed to the sides of mine, his muscular torso on my back, his arms holding my shoulders. He began to move his pelvis, and I felt his thick cock moving between the slit of my buttocks. That dominating, masculine presence above me, with the degree of arousal I had reached, made my vagina begin to lubricate uncontrollably. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, ‘Wouldn’t you like to have this cock inside you? Would you like to cum while I fuck you? I’m sure you can’t wait to feel yourself being penetrated and cum like a bitch in heat; don’t deny it.’

“Hearing those insinuating words, I was about to answer yes, but I restrained myself. I wasn’t going to give up. After a while, he got up, I think because he too was too excited and didn’t want to cum. He said, ‘Well, we’ve had enough for tonight. Now I’m going to give you a present I found while going through a cupboard to pack. They are Ben Wa balls from a girlfriend I had. I want you to wear them ALL the time until Sunday. Remember, you can’t cheat.

“When I heard that, I thought I wasn’t so sure I was going to win the bet. He gave me the balls, which were attached by a string so they could be easily removed. They were the kind with a little ball inside that moved with the movement of the body, oscillating and pushing the big balls against the walls of the vagina. As I was soaking wet, I slipped them easily into my vagina. I got dressed and went to the hotel to rest. The walk was torture for me. Every step made me feel a little caress inside my vagina. I had to control myself not to have an orgasm in the middle of the street.

“When I managed to get to the hotel room, I took a cold shower, which calmed me down. I went to bed, and thanks to the accumulated tiredness, I fell asleep in a short time. When I woke up on Saturday, I noticed that my vagina was slightly moist. It was probably due to the effect of the balls massaging the walls of my vagina every time I turned or moved in bed.

“I took another cold shower, got dressed, and put on a pad in case my vagina released too much fluid during the day. Fortunately, I was going to the fairgrounds by taxi, so I didn’t have to walk. However, the taxi driver was a very rough driver and accelerated and braked frequently, which made the balls inside me jiggle more than I would have liked.

“At the stand, as the day went on, it got worse and worse. I had to move to get close to customers, bend down to pick up books or materials, sit down, ... All the movements made the Ben Wa balls move inside my vagina and turned me on. I tried to keep still, but it was impossible. I came close to having an orgasm at least once, but I held on to the counter, rubbed an ice cube over my face and neck, and controlled it. My vagina was so wet, and I was releasing so much fluid that I feared it would come through the pad. However, when the evening came and I gathered up the stand, it felt like a triumph. I had gone without an orgasm. I went back to the hotel, showered with cold water, changed, and, transformed into Molly, headed for Matthew’s hotel as I had agreed the night before.