Chapter 7: The Wedding Anniversary

Celebrating our wedding anniversary with Matthew.

The following Saturday, after Mary’s second meeting with Kevin, as had become customary, Matthew went to training in the morning, and Mary and I did some shopping and housework. As I said, we were enjoying these quiet times more and more. Having a coffee alone between chores or sharing something together, like putting on washing machines, became very rewarding.

We had music playing, and at one point Edith Piaf’s ‘Sous le ciel de Paris’ (‘Beneath the sky of Paris’) started playing.

‘ ... Sous le ciel de Paris (Beneath the sky of Paris) marchent des amoureux (lovers walk about) leur bonheur se construit (their happiness built) sur un air fait pour eux (upon a tune made for them)... ‘

We looked at each other, and I think we both thought the same thing: when we got married, we had no money and no possibility of travelling to Paris, but it had always been our dream to spend a few days in Paris, strolling through its streets and parks, enjoying its delicious food, and visiting its monuments and museums. Little by little, that dream had been buried and forgotten.

I looked at Mary, went over to her, hugged her, and we began to dance, letting ourselves be carried away by the waltz rhythm of the song. For a few minutes, we forgot everything and felt free. When the song ended, I kissed her and said, “I swear we’ll get rid of Matthew and go to Paris at last. Whatever it takes and however long it takes.”

She looked at me with tender eyes and replied, “Yes. We must not give up. And we will realise our dream.”

Then Mary walked over to a bookshelf where we had a picture of our wedding day, picked it up, and said, “See, then we wanted to go to Paris then but couldn’t, and now that we can, we didn’t. As soon as Matthew’s nightmare is over, we’ll go there. And by the way, look at the date on the picture; next Wednesday is already our wedding anniversary.”

“It’s true; with all these changes in our lives, I had almost forgotten, and I never forget the date.”, “I had forgotten too. I’m afraid we won’t be able to do anything with Matthew here, though. Better not to say anything to him at all,” said Mary.

“Yes. I think he envies our lives and our happiness, and that makes him crueler. Sometimes he is like those cruel children who amuse themselves by pulling the wings off a fly or torturing a mouse for fun.”

At that moment, we heard the door of the entrance. We quickly separated and went about our business. I didn’t know if Matthew had seen our hug and dance or if he would check the cameras. And if he did, would that mean punishment? I guessed not, since there had been nothing sexual, but even if he did punish us, in some way, that dance had been worth it.

I remembered the scene in the film ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ in which the protagonist, Tim Robbins, locks himself in the room that controls the public address system and broadcasts over the speakers of the entire prison the beautiful duet ‘Sull’aria’ from Mozart’s ‘The Marriage of Figaro’. It is an impressive scene where he confronts the guards to win this small victory, regardless of the fact that he will later be punished. Those moments of freedom are worth the risk.

Matthew didn’t say anything, and I thought we wouldn’t have a problem; however, that afternoon he noticed the wedding photo, which Mary had hastily placed upside down on the shelf, leaving a very visible gap. He picked it up and said, “I see it’s a picture of your wedding. And by the date on it, this coming Wednesday is your anniversary! Well, it’s a special occasion, and I think we should celebrate. We’ll have to organise something special! Being such a special date, I’m sure you’d like to be able to fuck your wife, wouldn’t you, Cucky? Once a year is fine. What about you, Mary? Although with what I fuck you and what you get fucked by my friends, Kevin, or even strangers, you must have plenty, even for a slut like you. Would you like to be fucked by Charley?”

As always, Matthew’s mocking tone made me fear the worst, although the prospect of finally being able to make love to Mary made me conceive some hope. Mary and I just felt shy, not answering Matthew. When we didn’t answer, Matthew insisted in a more serious tone: “Charley, if you want a chance of fucking your wife on your anniversary, you have to ask me ‘please’. Otherwise, forget about it for a long time. Well, are you going to ask me?”

I wanted to be with Mary so badly that I decided to go through the humiliation of asking another man for permission to have sex with my wife, “Please, Matthew, can I make love to Mary?”

Matthew replied, “It’s not right like that. You have to say, ‘Please, Matthew, if you’re not going to fuck her, can I have your permission to fuck my wife on our anniversary?’”

Swallowing my pride, I tried again and said, “Please, Matthew, if you’re not going to fuck her, may I have your permission to fuck my wife on our anniversary?”

Matthew replied, smiling proud of his power over us, “Yes, I give you permission. What about you, Mary? Are you going to ask me?”

Mary then said, “Matthew, please, if you’re not going to fuck me, can my husband fuck me?”

“Yes,” Matthew replied, again smiling and with an air of superiority.

I spent the next few days thinking about what the ‘celebration’ Matthew had in mind would be like. After the ‘ambush’ at the motel, drugging us and setting up Mary’s gang-bang, I didn’t trust him at all.

Tuesday night, I fell asleep thinking about what Matthew could have arranged for the next day and listening in the background to the noise of the bed as he fucked Mary, the grunts he made, and the ‘slap, slap’ of their bodies colliding.

Wednesday morning, when we woke up, Matthew said, “Since today is a special day, let’s not start it with Mary giving me a blow job in bed like every day. Let’s all three of us go to the shower!”

Mary and I followed him into the bathroom. The three of us took off our clothes and went into the shower, which was fairly large. There, Matthew, after turning on the tap, instructed me to stick to the wall; then he pushed Mary by the shoulders until she was on her knees and brought his cock close to her face for her to suck. Mary took his cock in her mouth and began to suck it, bobbing her head up and down, her full lips wrapping around his erect cock, while the water from the shower ran over their naked bodies and splashed down on me.

After a few minutes, Matthew lifted her to her feet, grabbed her buttocks, and lifted her up, spreading her thighs and legs apart. He leaned her against the wall tiles and placed his erect cock at the entrance to her vagina. He slowly let her down to impale herself on his thick cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck to support herself, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent the penetration from being too deep and painful.

Matthew let her hold herself up, brought his hands to her breasts, which he rubbed and squeezed hard, and began to move his hips hard, pumping his cock into Mary’s vagina, almost lifting her up and pressing her against the wall with each thrust. He went on like that for quite a while, fucking her hard, looking at me from time to time as if to say, ‘Watch me pound her’.

The water made his hands glide smoothly over her breasts and gave their bodies a sheen and a slippery effect that I couldn’t help but find arousing. Naked except for my cock cage, I watched them enviously, watching as Matthew savagely enjoyed my wife, feeling my cock fight against the steel bars that enveloped and squeezed it, as the futile attempt at erection tugged at my testicles, pulling them away from my body and producing a growing dull ache that added to the pain produced in my cock by the curvature and small size of the cage. However, I couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening right in front of me.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and had to drop to my knees, cringing and squirming from the pain in my crotch.

From the floor, I could watch as Matthew gave one last, even harder thrust, driving his cock all the way into Mary’s cervix, let out a grunt, and stood still. I noticed how his testicles and scrotum contracted, how his cock pulsed, and how he began to shoot spurt after spurt of his cum deep into Mary’s vagina.

After a while, he withdrew, and she was able to rest her legs on the floor. From my kneeling position, I could see strands of Matthew’s cum ooze out from between the lips of her sex and run down the inside of her thighs until they were washed away by the shower water.

Matthew dried off and said, “The day is off to a great start; now let’s get to work.”

Mary and I quickly soaped up and got dressed.

At the office, after lunch, after setting up some meetings and preparing budgets, Mary and Matthew left for business visits. Shortly after leaving, I received a message from Matthew saying, ‘Go home and wait for us in my room in the basement. Tell people in the office that you are going to see a client.’.

I informed my colleagues that I had a client meeting in the afternoon and went home.

When I got home, there was no one there. I went down to Matthew’s room, which he didn’t really use except to get clothes or an occasional item, as he always slept in what used to be our bed, and waited. Soon Matthew arrived and explained what he had planned: “I told Mary to arrange another date with Kevin. I told her to tell him that you would be out of the house and that she really wanted to get into bed with Kevin so she could be comfortable and enjoy her time with him. So I dropped her off at a cafe near here, where the two of them were meeting. I said I was going to see a client as well, so Kevin doesn’t know that you and I are in the house and that we will see them through the cameras I set up.”

Matthew opened his laptop and connected it to the bedroom camera. A few minutes later, I heard the door open from the street, and soon Mary and Kevin appeared on the screen. He was hugging and kissing her passionately. They both took off each other’s clothes and dropped naked on the bed.

They kissed and caressed each other intensely until Mary said, “Fuck me, Kevin!”

She spread her legs, and he positioned himself on top of her and penetrated her all the way in one thrust. He moved his hips energetically as he stroked and kissed her neck and mouth. She hugged him tightly with her arms and legs and climaxed after a few minutes.

Kevin kept pumping his hips, thrusting his cock in and out ardently, and almost devouring Mary with his mouth, kissing and licking her face, her neck, and her breasts, until he went rigid and he too reached orgasm. He paused for a few moments as he ejaculated his semen inside Mary and then kept moving, grinding his pubis against hers and giving her several more orgasms.

Eventually, they both became still.

Meanwhile, Matthew mockingly said to me, “What better way to celebrate your wedding anniversary than for Mary to fuck her lover in your own bed while you watch it all, don’t you think? Don’t you want your little wife to be happy? Since you can’t fuck her, it’s best that other men take care of her needs and keep her pussy full and busy, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer him, trying to ignore his hurtful words.

Kevin and Mary lay on the bed in each other’s arms, Kevin caressing her tenderly and whispering words in her ear. Matthew ordered me to call Mary to tell her I was coming home. She told Kevin that I was coming back and that he should leave.

As soon as Kevin left, Matthew told me to go upstairs to the bedroom, where Mary was still in bed.

Seeing us so soon, Mary was surprised that we were in the house, especially me. Matthew said to her, “Well, Charley and I really enjoyed the show. As I was telling Cucky, it’s a nice way to celebrate your anniversary to see you fucking your lover in your marriage bed. But we must get on with the celebration. I have a gift for each of you. Some sort of ring suitable for each of you. I’ll go get them.”

As he went down to his room, Mary looked at me with a contrite air and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were watching.”

“Don’t worry; you explained it to me. I understand that you need an escape from Matthew’s oppression, to feel at ease once in a while and not feel used and humiliated.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Charley. I love you.”

Matthew returned with a bag from which he took out a sort of shiny silver ring, just under 20 centimetres in diameter and a few millimetres thick. He also took out some small coloured stones with rings for hanging and explained, “This is a choker for Mary. As you can see, it opens at the back, so you can put it on and attach different ornaments, like stringing beads on a thread. I have bought various ornaments to serve as a reminder for Mary and you while she wears it. First, we are going to put this little medallion with the letter M on it to acknowledge that I, Matthew, have exclusive rights of use over this precious body. Then we’re going to set one of these little green, jade-coloured pebbles for each of the cocks that have enjoyed Mary’s cunt. The first one is for you, Charley. You’ll see that I’ve chosen for you this one, which has a bluish hue and is more than suitable for your blue balls.”