Tribunal Trouble

Adam and Lucy have poked the sleeping lion. This will definitely end well.

The story contains themes of Ds, cuckolding, spanking, older man and a whole lot more. Thank me later.

Tribunal Trouble Ch.3

John’s frame filled the door. He was wearing chinos and a shirt open at the collar. I invited him in as Lucy waited in the living room. I was trying to look intrigued about his visit even though Lucy and I had been making out in the hallway until we heard his car. I desperately wanted to fuck her but she wouldn’t let me.

‘I want to wait for him,’ she told me. I wasn’t sure if she knew how much that hurt and excited me. ‘It will be so much better if I’m still this frustrated when he gets here.’

I invited him in and suggested he join me in a glass of wine. When I told him we were just about to have one he agreed.

‘There isn’t anything wrong I take it,’ I said leading him towards the living room. ‘Lucy is waiting and she appears to be quite concerned.’

‘It’s about how she thinks that she can speak to me and what I intend to do about it. She said that you knew.’

‘I, I do know. You came around after the, the thing at your work. I thought that was all sorted.

‘I’ll explain when you get back,’ he told me. ‘

I showed John into the living room where Lucy was waiting. He entered in silence and there were no greetings between the two. I saw Lucy sitting on the edge of the sofa looking firmly away before I went to the kitchen. As I did I was wondering how I could stop my hands shaking long enough to hand him wine.

I returned with three glasses and decided to put them on the table and slide one towards John. He was sitting on a single seat near to the bay window looking at Lucy who still looked away definitely.

‘So,’ I said with a very shaky voice. ‘What’s all this?’

John fixed me with a stare as I remained stood in no man’s land between them. I quickly sat on the other single chair facing the window and John. Lucy was to my side.

‘As you know I came here after winning my case at a work tribunal,’ he said firmly. ‘Lucy was gossiping. She didn’t listen when I asked her to stop and so I decided to insist that she did. She said she told you.’

I glanced over and Lucy ran a finger through the parting of her hair. She still looked away and her expression was difficult to read.

‘I know that you, well you got her to stop.’

‘I took a belt to her backside Adam.’ His voice was raised and I felt like I was being chastised now. ‘I bared her backside and I lay stripes across it.’ John touched his belt to emphasise his point. ‘Did she tell you that?’

‘Yes,’ I admitted nodding.

‘That was to teach her a lesson so she wouldn’t interfere again.’ He looked at Lucy. Her bare knees were pressed firmly together. ‘I thought she had learnt. Do you think that she has?’

I was about to answer when I heard Lucy. Her voice didn’t have its normal strength.

‘I have,’ she told him.

John looked at her. ‘Hand us the wine,’ he said sharply. Lucy shot him a murderous look but nevertheless stood and picking up two glasses she handed one to him and the other to me. She left hers on the table and sat back down. When I saw John drink I did too though I don’t remember tasting it.

‘There was also the embarrassment and the lies told about me though. Does he know how we resolved that Lucy?’

I was beginning to shake and placed the glass back down with a trembling hand. Lucy looked up at him.

‘He knows everything,’ she said, defiant again.

‘I saw it.’ I thought.

‘He knows you bent me over and fucked me when you had no right to. He knows that was your way of proving you didn’t abuse those women.’ Lucy nodded to the arm of the sofa as she spoke. The one I had seen her bent over that day.

John’s eyes narrowed. He was assessing her. I had been impressed by her ability to challenge and irritate him and felt the danger now pulse across the room. Then he looked at me and before I could stop myself I had looked down. I looked back up immediately but too late and John had turned his attention back to my wife.

‘If you remember I was cleared Lucy. I did nothing wrong.’ He turned to me again. ‘I trust you have no issue with how your wife decided to make up for her very poor judgement towards me Adam?’

I felt myself shaking my head. ‘Lucy told me that she,’ I struggled to find the correct word, ‘consented to it so that’s between us.’

John nodded and looked back to my wife. He seemed to be playing with us both. I had forgotten that he was in my house drinking my wine and talking about having sex with my wife.

‘I thought that you had learned a very important lesson in humility and yet here we are again.’

He turned to me now. ‘I demand that you take some sort of action Adam. I am not prepared to sit by and tolerate this again. You do it or I will.’

‘I’ll speak to her John. It won’t…’

‘No. You won’t speak to her. I want her to be shown whose in charge Adam. I want this dealt with now.’

I looked at him. Lucy now looked down, waiting. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. Time ticked on until John moved abruptly, decisively.

‘Okay,’ he said, ‘I’ll deal with her again then. You had your chance. Stay out of this now Adam. This is between your wife and I.’

John stood and moved the distance between the chair and the sofa where Lucy sat in a fraction of a second. He wine glass was all but banged down on the table and sloshed out onto the glass surface. Lucy shied back startled but with nowhere to go she was held by the arm by John and pulled to her feet. He moved back towards his seat with her and pulled her across him as he sat. Her knees hit his thighs and she toppled forward until her waist rolled onto his legs and her hands thumped gently onto the carpet. Her bum was now in the air and she was bent across his knees. He lifted the dress and the back. Lucy squeaked and wriggled as the dress dropped almost to cover her head. John then tugged her knickers down to her knees and then moving Lucy easily on his lap he moved outer leg over hers and pinned them between his thighs. I hadn’t moved. I sat and watched with my cock so hard it hurt.

And then, as I watched, my wife bent over his knee with her knickers pulled down, he began to spank her. His hand struck the rounded part of her bum with loud cracks. Lucy yelped and fought but it did nothing to stop him. His hand raised and fell repeatedly. The white skin began to redden. Lucy clawed at the carpet and swore at John but he didn’t listen. With a practiced ease he held my wife over his knee and brought the flat of his hand down onto her bum again and again until he yelps turned to cries and one hand moved to try and stop the blows from landing as the other held her weight. Only then did John stop. The only sign that he had been exerting himself was a slight breathlessness and a pink flush to his cheek. He finally released Lucy who stood trying to pull her knickers up as she did. Her hair was in her eyes and she only looked down until her knickers were back up and her dress down. Then she tidied her hair as she turned to John. From behind I could see she was rubbing her bum.

‘Happy now? Are you happy now you have pulled my knickers down and humiliated me in front of my husband.’

John stood and Lucy backed away. I stood as well but it wasn’t a threat. I just felt low when the other two were above me.

Lucy was still rubbing herself.

‘Let’s see if that was enough shall we?’ said John. ‘If not we can always have another go with something a little firmer.’ He touched his belt buckle again. Lucy saw and whined. I couldn’t tell if it was the thought of being bent over again or the discomfort of having been already.

‘Come here,’ he told her.

Lucy didn’t move at first and then she stepped slowly towards him.

‘Have you decided who is in charge here Lucy?’

Another pause was followed by a nod.

‘Then tell us.’

Having been forgotten I remembered I was still in the room.

”You are.’ She whispered.

He leaned in over her a little. ‘Try that again.’

Lucy cowed and then said in the same whisper. ‘You are in charge Sir.’

‘And tell me if you are going to be rude or disrespectful towards me again.’

‘I won’t. I promise… Sir.’

Lucy shifted on the balls of her feet. It took me a second to realise that John had his hand up the front of her dress and was touching her sex.

‘Now tell your husband who is in charge.’

Lucy’s foot began to tremble a little. She waited, clearly think about what she should do. Then she turned and moved beside me. Her dress fell and I saw his hand, his extended fingers. When she came to me her head lifted until her lips almost bushed mine and she spoke in little more than a whisper. Her voice was suddenly no longer timid but now taunting.

‘He thinks he is in charge but he hasn’t proved anything yet. If he was in charge he would be taking me upstairs now to fuck me in our bed. He may be able to spank me but until he can make me spread my legs for him then he’s no more in charge of me that he was all of those girls at work.’

I saw my wife trembling as we stood looking into each others eyes. I could feel her breath on mine, her hand on the waist if my trousers in the slightest of touches. And then they were gone. John held Lucy’s arm and then led her out into our hallway.

I felt pulled apart by jealousy and arousal. I wanted to follow and yet didn’t want to see what was about to happen. I shook where I stood and turned to see them leave the room and turn towards the stairway. Without thinking I followed.

John pushed Lucy gently up a small set of stairs towards a mid landing. I followed making some sort of noise that in my head was me telling him to just hold on. I don’t think that he even heard it. I felt pathetic. On the landing Lucy turned as if to do the same. I had mixed feelings that she might change the course of what was happening. On one hand she might stop all this when I couldn’t. On the other that part of me that watched by the door only weeks before as he made my wife apologise with her pride and her morals was back with vengeance. Then John stopped her firmly. He turned her away from him and gave her bum another sharp slap that shocked her. He then turned her back and leaning in kissed her hard. I saw his mouth work against hers. Then, just as abruptly, he pulled away. Only when my wife’s eyes opened did I realise they had been shut. I felt a pang of jealousy that made me feel sick. John hands dropped and pulled the hem of her dress up easily despite Lucy trying to push it down. He lifted it up to her waist. Lucy looked away, embarrassed. John looked down at her knickers. His hand grabbed the pink hem and pulled them firmly down past her knees. When he got them to her ankles he muttered one short command.

‘Off.’

Lucy stepped out of her underwear and John threw them casually back down the stairs at me. They landed on the bottom step just in front of where I stood watching.

‘Smell them,’ he told me. ‘I have a feeling that you will find your wife more scented than normal today.’

Lucy was then led by the arm up the remainder of the steps and into our bedroom. She made no more effort to stop him now and they both disappeared inside with a firm click of the door. I remained rooted at the foot of the stairs looking between the plain white paint on the back of the door and the pink and black lace knickers on the stair. I found myself thinking how flimsy knickers were. They covered little except the most intimate part of my wife and offered her no protection, especially when left on the bottom step of my hallway. It was almost as if I blamed them for allowing John to take her into our bedroom.

I looked back at the door and thought beyond it. My heart skipped and I was aware that I had an erection that was painful. There was also jealousy and the desire to burst through the door and demand John leave. After all there was nothing stopping me. Only there was something stopping me and the proof of that, even if I didn’t want to hear it in my head, was the frustrated ache in the front of my pants. Beyond the door my wife was alone with John. Wearing only a dress underneath of which she was naked. This was only going in one direction since I couldn’t stop it and the effort my wife had made, if you could call it that, to do the same had resulted being taken over his knee. I was hurtling towards another point I’m my marriage from which there was no return. My wife had acquiesced at every point John had demanded something. Over his lap with his hand smacking her backside, kissing with her eyes closed and, if I was honest about what I saw, her mouth moving along with his. Her dress being pulled up and her knickers down, off. Now taken into the bedroom, our bedroom, and the door shutting me firmly out. For what? To be fucked of course. It struck me like a hammer. Alone with him again. Alone with a man who liked to use his belt on women. Alone with a man who had recently been before a tribunal because of the way he treated women. Him, with his big cock and a habit of getting whatever he wanted. She was alone with him. I was useless to her and they were about to fuck, again.

I could have tried to stop it. My next step should have been straight through the door. Instead it was rather gingerly past the knickers on the bottom step and as quietly as I could to the door of my own bedroom where I stopped, held my breath and listened.

At first I couldn’t hear anything. Then John spoke and I could pick out some of the things he said.

‘You know I like that don’t you,’ he said. ‘Be careful. Remember what happened last time. We don’t want any accidents. We are going to get to know each other a lot better this time around.’

I unzipped my pants and began to wank at the door as I listened. I felt weak, unsteady. I felt pathetic and I actually got aroused by the way I was feeling.

‘Let’s have a look at you shall we. That’s it.’

‘Open them.’

‘Good girl.’

‘Hands down.’

‘Relax.’

‘You’ll enjoy this.’

‘That’s it.’

I heard Lucy cum through the door and I couldn’t control myself. I cried out and squirted cum over my own hand. Thick strands of it that glistened opaquely. As it came out of my body regret seeped into my head. Turmoil at what was happening in that room. My heart plummeted and I knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. I took the stairs two at a time. Past my wife’s knickers still lying alone and discarded like a torment on the stair. Past the living room where the wine glasses sat on the table. Into the downstairs toilet where I wiped away the cum but couldn’t wipe away what I was feeling inside. Then I returned to the foot of the stair and wondered what the fuck I had done.

I had tidied by the time John came back down. The glasses were gone, the sofa cushions puffed back up from his pressing weight, the knickers collected from the stair. He was with her for nearly three hours. I had listened again, at the door holding my breath and keening silently for something. The first time I heard movement. Like two bodies moving in bed. The movement came and went for several minutes. It made me hard again and I imagined them kissing and caressing each others bodies. While it hurt to think of that happening it also made me play with myself again. The second time I heard nothing. Hard again I imagined them sleeping in each others arms. I don’t know which thought hurt or excited me more.

I heard him leave but didn’t see him. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want a conversation in which I had no idea what to say.

‘Was everything to your satisfaction?’

‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Was my wife any good in bed?’

Once again the door clicked shut and I hadn’t had the nerve to do anything. My heart raced as I climbed the stairs towards a bedroom that only minutes before I wasn’t welcome in. Entering it felt wrong.

For some reason I expected Lucy to be asleep. I had perhaps imagined John waking and leaving her that way. She wasn’t. The room was dark and it smelled unfamiliar. It could only have been him.

Lucy had her head on several pillows with the covers pulled up to her chin. Her hair was tangled and lay around her face. I saw her dress was on the floor as her eyes found me. They looked filled with worry.

‘Hi,’ she whispered.

‘Hi.’ I sat on the bed beside her and a warm hand snaked out from the covers and found mine. That touch instantly took away so many fears.

‘This is awkward.’ Lucy raised her eyes.

‘Are you okay?’ I asked. I was talking generally about the situation but it did cross my mind that John perhaps liked to hurt her.

She nodded. ‘Yeah. You?’

‘You must think you married a weirdo.’

Lucy laughed. ‘Yes, but then so did you.’

‘Good blend then.’

There was a silence that we were both comfortable in because it delayed the next step where neither of us knew what to do.

‘You,’ Lucy hesitated, ‘want me to shower or something?’

I hadn’t thought of it but as soon as she spoke I was pulled sideways by the thoughts in my head and the answer became evident in my pants.

‘No,’ I said quickly bringing a smile to Lucy’s face followed by a giggle.

‘Okay.’

‘Sorry, its just, I’m…’

”Weird, perverted?’

‘And desperate,’ I added.

‘Do you want to get in then?’

I stood and began to undress almost before she finished speaking. I pulled off my shirt and pushed my pants and shorts down at the same time. My erection stuck out and up. As I slid into the warmth beside her I wanted everything back. I wanted her, my wife. I pressed my face to her neck and kissed as I smelled her. Her perfume was still strong but there was also the scent of another man. My hands caressed her naked body. I squeezed and pulled her breasts making her moan. My hands moved to her bottom and she shifted as I caressed her.

‘I love you so much,’ she whispered.

‘I love you more,’ I replied.

‘Did he hurt you?’ I wanted to know that she was okay. I was protective now that it was too late.

‘A little.’

I was stopped cold by her reply.

‘It’s okay,’ she said quickly. ‘Only in a way he knows I like.’

I reeled at the fact that he knew what she liked sexually, that he knew how to hurt her so that she enjoyed it. The thought was so alien to me.

‘Baby.’ Lucy nipped my ear gently with her teeth and mouth. I pawed her bum and rubbed myself against her softness. ‘He didn’t use a condom.’

Hearing my wife tell me what I already knew still shocked me. It was the confirmation, the certainty. I had missed the warning that she was giving to me though.

‘If you want me to…’

I kissed her and felt her respond. I had never felt so sexual or so animated. Her smell, her warmth and the softness of her skin. The tenderness of her voice. The knowledge that she was mine and that she loved me. Even the part of himself that John had left with her.

‘No. Please. I want you like this.’ I didn’t know how to phrase it. I didn’t entirely know what I wanted.

‘Can I?’

Lucy nodded. ‘anything you want baby.’

‘It won’t hurt or anything, after him?’

‘No silly. It was big, but, everything was a little wet.’

I felt a sexual surge that almost made me groan. It took seconds to subside so I could speak again.

‘I sort of meant how many times, not the size.’

‘Oops,’ she muttered. She looked concerned until I smiled.

‘I suppose I couldn’t argue with fact.’

‘Sorry.’ Lucy was me assessing my eyes, my thoughts even.

‘Do you want to make sure for yourself?’ she asked.

My hand now stroked her hip and traced the tightness of her skin. She opened her legs wide and her hand guided mine between to her pussy.

‘Use your fingers Adam.’

My fingers found the lips of her sex. They were swollen and slippery. Lucy’s breathing became a sigh as I slipped them inside of her. She was so wet I felt liquid run down my hand onto the mattress.