Chapter the Twenty-sixth: Rehabilitation.

I had left Maggie in effective stasis. No memory of the horror of Valerie's demise but little other instruction except to remain in the area and wait for me. Life for her had been one day of 'doing' after another.

My previous desire had been to have her grovel at my feet as some sort of salivating sex slave. Although rather an attractive prospect; seeing her lovely mouth form the words as she pleaded for me to fuck her ass or to see her forced to engage in a threesome with me and another woman, I realised how much that would lessen me. Whatever my beef with her might be, I couldn't allow myself to treat her like Shaw would; but I would have to make some changes...

As I stepped through the front door she all but ran from the kitchen to see me.

I got the impression that my commands over her had been somewhat less than carefully planned.

"What the fuck is going on?!!!" was all the greeting I got. "I come here to tie up the loose ends of the paperwork, and then you fuck off and leave me to take care of your damned house!!" She was wiping her hands on a tea-towel and had obviously been in the kitchen cooking -- something that was a sure sign that she was pissed off.

Behind the flour-dusted apron, she wore her light summer weight dress that always made her look like a librarian. The athletic curves of her cute body were only just about visible under its style. Her hair was clipped back in a low knot that showed off her neck nicely. She looked very well.

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

Her face softened almost completely, due in no small way to the aura of command that I was putting out, "Oh, of course I did! I was really worried when you didn't come back. I just wish you'd have told me you were going to take so long.

The kids have been asking for me and Simon was really annoyed when I couldn't get home to him."

Well, tough fucking luck on Simon, the pointy-nosed cunt, he might have the pleasure of sharing his bed with her, but she was still my fucking wife until I had signed the papers. I was impressed that the command to stay put and keep house had taken so well but I guess I should've been more accommodating with her affairs. It was nice to have her slightly less aggressive towards me though.

I leaned forwards to peck her cheek and she sighed with her eyes closed as she waited for the contact. I let go a little command to strum her sex strings and as my lips met the smooth fragrance of her neck, below her left ear, she shook slightly as if I'd applied an electric shock.

"Whoo, I think I really missed you a lot!" was all she found herself saying. She pulled me closer to her and reached up with her face for another kiss, on the lips. Maggie's lips always gave a soft melting kiss, and this one was as smooth as chocolate. The urgent thrust of her warm wet tongue greeted my own. It was a very pleasant reminder of just what I would have liked to have had a little more often.

I'd spent the majority of our married life feeling as if it was some sort of imposition to expect my wife to have anything to do with my body below my shoulders. Nights in bed, I would lay next to her, my hands enjoying the smooth curves of her body; feeling the light hairs on her arms, or the warm expanse of the muscles of her shoulders, nuzzling at the fragrant sweep of her neck, tracing the line of her waist or the firm globes of her buttocks or massaging the athletic smoothness of her legs. She would occasionally coo, and squirm at that and I would feel that thrill of knowing that it was me that was giving her pleasure. But I could never be sure at what point she would suddenly decide that 'enough was enough' and get shitty about how I was 'pawing' her.

The idea that she might ever feel the desire to enjoy touching me, for her own pleasure the way I found her so pleasurable, was one that, over the years, drifted sadly away.

I never wanted her to touch me just because I asked her to, but she never seemed to want or need or feel the urge to explore anything to do with my body. I felt it was about time that I found out what she would be like when she herself, 'got the buzz.'

"If you missed me so much, I wouldn't be surprised if you spent your evenings diddling yourself in bed." I squeezed her butt and smiled at her. Her response was typical.

"Oh, don't spoil things Danny! you always manage to say something crude, don't you?" she went to push me away from her, the conversation had taken a turn that she didn't like and it was over.

Or so she believed.

I don't think I've spoiled anything," I began, "I just thought it was a pretty sexy thought, that you might be turned on enough to pleasure yourself of an evening."

"Well, you might need to do that sort of thing, but I certainly don't need to."

She began to turn away, intent on having the last word. I held her there.

"Just because you've never tried it, doesn't mean that you wouldn't sometimes like it." I was goading her. "One of the reasons you took off was that you couldn't bear to face the idea that a marriage also included the idea that two people could spend time fucking each other... and still be human beings and enjoy it!"

Her face reddened, more from anger than from embarrassment but I made sure she found that the comment struck home. "You have no damned right to tell me why I left. If there's a problem with hormones around here, I think it's yours!" I smiled, knowing the truth was that she had indeed busied herself with her fingers on several occasions since I had been away.

A knock at the back door gave Maggie the end of the conversation and she strode off to answer it. I walked casually behind, knowing who it was. The impishness I felt was beginning to feel pretty good. I was going to have some naughtiness but without the nastiness I had earlier feared I could slip in to.

Nickie was about to knock for the second time when my wife opened the door.

"Oh, hi!" Nickie said her voice faltering as it appeared to her that she could be making a faux-pas with my wife. "I, uh, was wondering if Danny was OK. I haven't seen him around here for a while." She craned her neck past Maggie's shoulder to see me standing in the kitchen. Despite the fact that we'd not actually met, as far as she was concerned, this was a perfectly neighbourly thing to be doing (trying to get her rocks off with the guy down the street).

Maggie was about to get snotty about the intrusion but I quelled her voice and stepped up behind her, beaming at Nickie over my wife's shoulder. "Hello Nickie, that's really kind of you to be so concerned, isn't it Maggie? Why don't you come on in?"

I moved Maggie to the side, her face betrayed a look of confusion, what was going on here again? Nickie smiled uncertainly but did as she was told, walking into the kitchen.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked her, "Maggie was just about to make a pot for us."

"Thanks, that would be nice."

The two women made their formal introductions and shook hands. For some reason, Nickie didn't feel it was necessary to introduce herself to me. The connection between us had remained intact since before I had gone 'away, ' the nuance was not lost on Maggie though, who looked at us with suspicious eyes. I simply told her to get on with making the coffee. Maggie continued to be confused as she moved to comply with my order, the coffee was brewed forthwith and she fell into the role of maid to my satisfaction.

We adjourned to the lounge with our cups and a plate of biscuits and made small talk for a short while. I knew, of course that Nickie was as horny as hell, having fantasised about the meeting for some time. The fact that there was another woman with me had thrown her plans a little but she was too far gone to consider backing out now. Maggie was battling with an internal conflict as to how she should feel about sex and me; I had planted some pretty serious doubts in her mind about correct behaviour. We were supposed to be separated and she wasn't supposed to care what I said, but the changes I had made in her mind made her less sure of who was to blame for her marital problems. With a couple of mischievous pushes from me, the two women continued a civil conversation. I just watched, trying not to smile too broadly as the spiralling effects of my commands made their pussies throb with arousal and the aroma of their feminine secretions began to waft around us.

I sat in one armchair, Maggie in the other and Nickie on the sofa across from me. The conversation moved from the amount of time I had spent away and the fact that Maggie had been so unobtrusive over the past many weeks, to Nickie's daily chores and a lot if trivia. I let the two of them babble on and enjoyed the tension they felt.

Nickie began to find it difficult to stop her eyes and her mind straying to the lump in the front of my trousers. Maggie began to notice Nickie's predicament and started to wonder about what Nickie was feeling. More and more, she found herself watching Nickie's reactions rather that listening to the conversation.

She started to feel it necessary to learn how she should behave (all thanks to my subliminal prompting.) Maybe, she wondered, it was possible that she was wrong about whether a woman should behave as if she actually enjoyed sex.

I responded by increasing the arousal that both of them felt. Nickie's speech began to falter as she gazed at me. Maggie began to feel excited tingles as she began to consider the sort of activity that Nickie was obviously interested in.

I for my part, just continued with some banal comments about the neighbourhood and the weather and any other hilariously irrelevant subjects.

Nickie eventually fell silent as her mind filled with a total concentration on sex.

Maggie gripped her coffee mug and slurped at the contents, her hooded eyes watching both of us.

Nickie let out a low groan as I deliberately began to slowly pull down the zip over my bulge. Her eyes were wide with interest and her tongue made fluttering trips around the entire circuit of her lips. Little by little the zip descended and my cock, still inside my boxers, pushed it's curious way towards the light.

"You want to help me here Nickie?" I asked, thrilling at the sharp intake of breath that my wife made as she realised that her imagination was not playing tricks on her. Nickie's face was beet red with her completely consuming passion.

She slid forwards off the sofa and onto her knees in front of me. Any less control, and she would have drooled onto the floor. She crawled towards me, her eyes never leaving the throbbing lump in my crotch. I could make out the unrestrained movement of her heavy breasts as the swayed inside the sweat top she wore. The neck hole giving me a tantalising glimpse of their marvellous cleavage. Her ass was upturned like a cat in heat and the jogging pants she wore were stretched tight across the swaying curves of her buttocks.

I turned to look at Maggie, "what do you think Nickie is going to do now Maggie?" I asked.

Maggie's nostrils flared with her arousal and she couldn't answer because of her racing heart. She made a couple of unintelligible humming noises.

The answer revealed itself soon enough anyhow, Nickie's hot breath was suddenly on my organ as she buried her face into my lap. I could feel her tongue trying to worm itself in between the button fly of my shorts. I had a better idea for how things should proceed.

"Nickie, stop." I commanded. She gasped with frustration, her head collapsing to the side, resting against my thigh. "Need you... need your cock... need to get your cock... suck... feel you..." she was whimpering.

I turned to Maggie; "Maggie, it's time you found out how much you know about pleasuring a man. I want you to tell Nickie exactly what to do." I made sure that Nickie would be incapable of doing anything to alleviate her need unless told to, she couldn't even tell Maggie what to do.

"I... I can't do that sort of thing." my wife (perhaps nearly ex-wife but now very confused in that department) said softly, leaning forward to see if she could glimpse Nickie's face and what it was doing in my lap. Nickie grunted in despair, she wanted Maggie to tell her to suck my cock deep in her throat, to smear it with her pussy juice and slide it into her soaking cunt, to do anything with it that would alleviate the burning passion she felt.

"Maggie, of course you can tell Nickie, I want you to just imagine what it is that Nickie wants to do. She won't do anything unless you tell her to but you have to think what it is she needs.' I let Nickie's eyes open and silently plead with my wife to allow her the relief she for which she was so desperate. Maggie gasped with open embarrassment, she surely couldn't begin to put those sort of thoughts into words but she was beginning to feel the magnetism of Nickie's need.

"Nick... Nickie, undo his pants and pull his... thing out."

I looked at her and smiled, "you have to be more specific my dear, pull what thing out?"

Nickie watched her expectantly, waiting for the permission she wanted.

"Take his... cock out."

Nickie's hot hand slipped immediately into the front of my shorts and she curled the fingers around my thickness. She cooed as she carefully brought it into full sight.

But Maggie hadn't told her to do anything with it so she had to kneel there and just salivate as she waited for instruction.

"Mastur... um, wank his cock for him" Maggie ordered with slightly more certainty.

Nickie's fist began a firm but gentle up and down stroke, my cock waving back and forth in front of her expectant mouth. Her head pressed into my thigh in an effort to make as much contact as possible. She was breathing heavily through her nose, letting the smell of my sex wash over her.

A while of such an enjoyable feeling and I felt it was time to let things progress. Maggie began to feel more and more hot from the stimulation I was putting her way. Nickie was totally lost in the action of pumping my bloated rod. Her pink tongue showing itself wetly, more and more often.

"Now... lick him" Maggie said.

"More specific please darling." I prompted, smiling.

"Lick the end of his prick, get his helmet wet with your saliva, run your tongue up and down the underneath of his penis..." the words came with more certainty.

This, she realised, was what Nickie wanted to do and something that she realised she found strangely exciting.

The feeling of Nickie's tongue servicing every inch of my sensitive skin was wonderful. She was gasping with every touch she made, the desperate groans merging with the slurping noises she was making. She was throwing her head around my lap with abandon, the only contact she could have with my hard shaft was with her mouth, her hands held hotly on my legs. She was squirming her thighs against each other, trying to increase the pressure on her swollen pussy.

"I think Nickie needs to help herself too" I said, head back against the back of the armchair as I stared at my wife whose eyes glittered with her new excitement.

Maggie sighed and looked at me. She hoped I wouldn't suggest anything outrageous but was beginning to wonder what she would do if I did.

I did.

"You need to tell Nickie what she has to do to ease her discomfort." I made the words distinct and felt Nickie's mouth enforce the truth of the statement. "Tell Nickie how she should touch herself."