Tribunal Trouble

Lucy and Adam come to terms with what happened after the tribunal. Adam comes to terms with his new position in the pecking order and Lucy with a new man in her life.

Story contains Ds, spanking, cuckold, hotwife and lots of other lovely stuff.

Tribunal Trouble ch.2

I’d like to say I brooded, ruminated and plotted my revenge on John in the weeks that followed. I’d like to say Lucy told me all about what she had been made to do when I got in that night and since then John had lost his job and was ‘helping the police with enquiries’. I would like to, but I cannot.

John was reinstated and with additional pay and lost bonuses. Those who complained were offered alternative posts and of course had no option but to take them. Lucy was quiet generally and about what I saw she said nothing. We continued as normal. On the surface at least.

Whenever I saw her, the sofa, returned home, anything, I thought of what I had seen. I was hit time and again by the reality that he’d had my wife. It hurt me and turned me on. I wanked off over it repeatedly only to find myself consumed by dark thoughts and a feeling of total inadequacy immediately after. I found myself looking at my wife’s phone, wanting to check it when I never had before, in case he had contacted her. The worst part was I got turned on thinking that he might have. I almost wanted to find messages between the two about the amazing sex they had experienced together. It was just unreal.

There was also something else, something I hadn’t expected and that became obvious from that first night after John had been.

When I had returned home, for the second time, I had found Lucy fresh out of the shower. She had an affected smile and did seem a little nervous. She told me about John coming round and tearing a strip off her. She told me in depth how angry he was and how she had to grovel and beg forgiveness before he finally calmed down enough to talk. At his instruction she wrote an apology, which I had seen posted online after I had left the house and contacted the paper to rescind her comments. Only then, she told me, did he consider putting the issue to one side. Lucy had told me all this with a very sincere expression. She made no mention of sucking his cock or being bent over the arm of the sofa. I hadn’t decided how to process this lack of information and while I saw how difficult it would have been for her I couldn’t help but ponder how untroubled she seemed at the same time.

For the rest of the day every time I had thought about what I had seen I got instantly hard. Lying in bed and seeing Lucy come out of the bathroom in a short nightie with her face fresh and hair tied up for bed it got hard again, immediately. All of the jealousy, the hate for what he had done to her, the insecurity and pain was concentrated into the five inches of my cock.

Lucy slid into bed beside me warm and soft. She instantly felt it against her and jumped slightly. It wasn’t usually like this.

‘Down boy.’ She giggled. I tried to hide my embarrassment and reached to turn the light straight out. Lucy read something else into it.

‘What’s all this about?’ Her voice had a hint of concern to it and fir a moment I wondered if she realised I knew something. I didn’t know what to say and became a little defensive.

‘Nothing. Why?’

She stroked my arm soothingly. ‘Sorry that came out wrong. It’s okay. It’s just unexpected that’s all. Not that I’m complaining, but what’s brought this on?’

Without any real thought I let my thoughts and emotions sail around the edge oof what she had told me as I spoke.

‘You’ll think I’m weird,’ I said resulting in a frown and a tilted head in front of me.

‘I won’t, promise. What is it?’ Lucy moved her hand as if to back up her words, down across my waist and let her fingers trail over the hardness of my erection.

‘John, today,’ I managed to say and then stalled. Lucy seemed to understand something though I saw concern in her eyes now. That frightened me a little as I didn’t feel like I was to confront this yet. I tried to avoid a confession, if there was to be one.

‘The way he treated you.’

A glimpse of worry evaporated instantly and then Lucy smiled, smirked. I regretted what I had said but she saw it in my eyes and as I began to turn away she gripped my cock firmly and kept me facing her. She began to stroke it gently as she looked into my eyes. It stiffened in her hand.

‘Do you want to hear about it?’ she asked. Her voice was husky. I couldn’t say yes even though I wanted to so very much. While I had seen what happened I wanted to know what she would tell me. I wanted to know the depth of deceit and to remember what I had seen as she described the way she grovelled to him. My imagination, it occurred to me, was as twisted as my cock was stiff. Instead I nodded. Lucy smiled and looked at me through those delicious hooded eyes. As she spoke her hand began to pull gently up and down on my cock.

‘He was so angry,’ she began. ‘I didn’t even try to answer back. I just sat with him standing over me and listened while I looked at his feet.’

Her hand worked me slowly. It felt so amazing.

‘He looked even bigger than normal and I couldn’t help feeling so weak compared to him. Did I tell you I was wearing a dress?’

I shook my head and pushed my erection into her hand. My mind hung on the words and the thoughts of what I had seen.

I was moving back into the sofa as he was shouting at me. He has such dominance.’

I felt my cock stiffen at the word she used.

‘I felt so, so, little in his presence that even though I knew he could see my knickers as I shied away from his anger I didn’t dare cover them. Instead I hoped he would like them, that he liked what he could see and that it would calm him down.’

My cock hurt. It felt so good.

‘There was something else Adam,’ she told me. It made me push against her hand again. I thought of her face as he took her from behind bent over the sofa arm. Then her words found their way in, down to my core and under her fingers pulling at my painfully hard cock.

‘My knickers were wet, and he could see they were.’

‘Shhhhhit,’ I groaned loudly and heard the spatter of cum on the mattress between us. My back arched and I gripped the sheet at my waist. I was shocked, embarrassed at what had happened. If Lucy was she didn’t show it. Her hand stroked my cock as it spat cum between us until I was finished. Then as I looked at her, my breathing laboured and a little ashamed, she looked at her hand. It was covered in thick opaque spunk that roped over her fingers and even, somehow, down her wrist.

‘Better now?’ she asked with a grin.

‘Sorry,’ I managed, ‘I don’t know what happened.’ I did of course. I had cum prematurely while I was thinking about my wife’s infidelity. While being told a lie, albeit a very sexy lie.

‘That’s okay. It happens sometimes. You must have needed a little relief I guess.’ She gave me a tender look. ‘I think I need a wipe though,’ she looked at her hand again and smiled.

I got up to fetch one from the bathroom and something to wipe what I could off the mattress. The thing was it didn’t happen, not to me anyway. That was until then. It didn’t happen until then.

Two days later we had sex and I came within about a minute. I couldn’t even pretend I’d gone on long enough to call it sex. When I pushed inside her thoughts of her over the sofa arm had spilled out. Lucy said very little and although she was supportive I could tell that she was wondering what was happening.

In the week that followed nothing got any better. No matter what I did whenever we got close my mind was invaded by the images of him over her, him on her and inside her. I even wanked one night before bed and managed to last about a minute longer. Finally, lying in bed after I had imagined him licking her pussy, until I was cumming over her belly Lucy asked.

‘Adam what’s happening? I’m not bothered or anything it’s just that lately, you seem a little, eager.’

I lay, shamed by my mind and my body, wondering what I should tell her.

‘Is it something physical, something you need to speak to someone about?’

I shook my head. ‘It’s nothing. I just love you. That’s all. You’re so beautiful.’

Lucy tilted my chin towards her with the tips of her fingers and looked into my eyes. ‘That’s lovely honey but I’m just the same and you have always loved me. Look I’m not bothered. I just want to know everything is okay.’

‘It’s nothing. Just a good period. Honest.’

There was a silence. Not the sort that signifies the end of a discussion, just a hiatus. I felt Lucy still looking at me.

‘It started with that tribunal thing the other week. Is it John? That thing I told you?’

‘No, why would it be John?’ I said it too quickly and too fervently. I wouldn’t have believed myself and Lucy looked at me with a frown. I didn’t want what was happening to become an issue and I didn’t want to have to explain what I felt and the effect it was having on me.

‘Look I’m sorry Lucy. I’ll try to last a bit longer.’ I was about to turn over when she touched my arm. It was the lightest of touches but it stopped me cold.

‘What did you see?’ she asked. I waited. I knew it would change everything but I didn’t see any way around what was ahead of us both.

‘Everything,’ I whispered. Now it was Lucy who was stopped cold.

When I told her what had happened it was as if I were confessing, like I had done wrong. I suppose that in a way I had. I hadn’t stopped it. I had watched and played with myself. I told Lucy everything that I saw, everything they I heard but left out the emotions that pulsed inside my core as I had. Despite that there were clues. Premature ejaculation, especially if he were mentioned. The erection I had all the way through my telling her despite just having cum. At the end I apologised for being some sort of wimp and I truly felt she would never look at me in the same way again. Lucy had listened attentively and then spoke.

‘It shouldn’t gave happened Adam. It should be me apologising. I was unfaithful. I had sex with someone else. I’m so sorry. I have tried to figure out why but I never come up with anything that makes sense, anything that even approaches an excuse for what happened.’

She shifted closer to me on the bed and her head dipped until I felt her breath on my neck.

‘I was horny all day. When he arrived I was frightened, embarrassed and completely ashamed. Then the two mixed somehow. His size and the way he treated me. The things I had done were so appalling I realised I couldn’t defend myself or my actions. I’m ashamed now to tell you but I felt submissive and I began to like it. I responded sexually to it. Then, when I realised that he was going to belt me, bent over, my knickers pulled down like that. I just couldn’t stop myself from wanting it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I should never have let him but…’

Lucy kissed my neck and I felt as if electricity had coursed down the centre of my soul.

‘I told him I would do anything to make it right and he never deserved that promise. You do and the very least I can do is offer you anything you want if it will make things right between us again. I promise it will never happen again and I promise to do what ever you want.’

I rolled over and found myself between her legs again. He pussy was so wet that I slipped along the lips of her sex and in without any effort. She gasped at the intrusion until her lips found my neck again.

‘Oh god,’ she gasped. ‘Anything Adam. Tell me what you want.’

I eased myself into my beautiful wife and was immediately close to cumming once again.

‘Do you want to hear what he did to me? Is that what you want?’

As I fucked her I began to cum.

‘What do you want baby?’

As I pulsed inside her the words came out in grunts. She took a sharp breath as I spoke and I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or turned on. I didn’t know if I had opened a new chapter or closed the book forever. Fear welled up in me and was only able to grip on to the edge of lust as I slammed into her soaked and fleshy pussy.

‘I want you to fuck him again Lucy. I want you to fuck him again.’

The next morning we both avoided the subject and tried to stay busy before we went to work. It was by mutual consent. We talked though and so I was relieved to think I hadn’t just made a catastrophic error of judgement. It seems weird but I half expected Lucy to take the high ground and accuse me of some perverted fantasy when she had meant that she wanted to save our relationship. She didn’t. We were both as embarrassed as each other.

At lunch time I got a message that simply read ‘Were you serious? What you said.’ It filled me with dread all over again and I sat looking blankly at my phone for several minutes trying to figure out how to reply. Then I got another one.

‘I’d do it if you wanted me to. If you wanted it.’

‘I love you.’ Was all I could think to reply. I was unimaginably frightened and turned on by it at the same time. This was a huge risk for sex. Not even sex with me.

‘I love you too. Forever,’ she replied.

I waited. She waited. My phone buzzed. When I looked at it I felt myself getting hard.

‘I have something to show you, tonight.’

‘What?’

‘Tonight,’ came the reply. ‘Bring wine.’

I stopped off at the local shop on the way home. I invariably get back later than Lucy and so the fire was burning and there was a smell of stew or something similar coming from the kitchen. I joined her on the sofa with the bottle and two glasses. She was wearing jogger bottoms and a hoodie and looked cute sexy. The greeting kiss was longer than usual and I felt a rush as her lips nipped mine. She did that when she was turned on.

‘I don’t think I’ve been this nervous since we first dated,’ I told her as I watched her take a very long sip of her wine.

She smiled. ‘Me too.’

‘I meant it Lucy. I do love you. More than anything.’

‘I meant it too.’ She said before she took another quick drink. ‘So, you know the thing,’ she began, ‘With John.’

‘I seem to remember something about it,’ I told her though I didn’t know until then it was a thing.

Lucy looked coy.

‘Well I wasn’t sure what to do, after it happened. How to approach you. I thought about it a lot. I wondered what he would do to. Then…’

She stopped and leant over to pick her phone off the coffee table. I hadn’t noticed before but it looked prepared. She unlocked it and handed it to me. It was her message app. The name on the top was one I recognised but hadn’t seen for some time. It was used infrequently and only when required.

‘Big Head’ It read. This was Lucy’s name for John.

I clicked on the name and the text conversation appeared. I felt light headed as I scrolled down the first few inane messaged when they had to arrange or discuss something. They were from months ago. As I scrolled I knew there was a reason for being shown this and it was rather like watching a video you knew would end in an accident. Then the date changed to the day after the tribunal. I read the words and my tummy churned.

The first text sent was by John.

‘Have you learned your lesson?’

‘Yes.’ Was the simple reply.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes I have learned my lesson. Sorry. Happy now?’

‘No Lucy,’

There was a break and then another text.

‘Yes what?’

I read the next message at the same time as I realised it was written nearly two hours later with no contact between.

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Better. Let’s try that again. Have you learned your lesson?’

The reply was within a minute this time.

‘Yes Sir.’

The texts made me feel nauseous, light headed, horny. He clearly enjoyed this power exchange. Lucy played the game too.

‘How about you prove to me that you are sorry and that this will never happen again.’

‘It won’t. I’ve told you that.’

‘So proving it will be easy then.’

There was another delay. This one only minutes.

‘I thought I had. I thought it was sorted out now.’

‘You apologised. I want assurances that it will never happen again.’

‘What assurances?’

‘I want you to prove that you won’t do what you did again, ever.’

There was another delay before the next text.

‘How would I do that?’

‘Use your imagination.’

I read on with the knowledge that the ideas were now Lucy’s. John had given her no clue of what he wanted and so she’d been forced to think of how she could prove to him what he wanted. Her thoughts, her ideas and sacrifices she was willing to give.

‘I’ll let you do it again.’

‘Let me do what again?’

‘Fuck me. I’ll let you fuck me again.’

‘What else?’

‘I’ll suck your cock.’

‘What else?’

‘What else can I give. I don’t understand?’

‘I want you to experience what you gave me. Humiliation, degrading treatment meted out by someone who you scorn. So what else?’

Another pause as Lucy contemplated what might satisfy his lust.

‘Humiliate me. Degrade me if I do that again. I have learned my lesson.’

‘Have you Lucy? I don’t think a girl like you can change that easily.’

‘I have.’

‘Tell me then.’

‘I am sorry. I have learned my lesson. What I did was wrong and I won’t do it again. If I do I expect to be made to sick your cock. I will let you humiliate and fuck me.’

‘You would like that wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes.’

Then after a paused and not requested came the last text.

‘Sir.’

Lucy took another drink of wine as she watched me reading. He face was hard to decipher but there was a shimmer of something approaching danger in her expression.

‘So are you saying you poke the sleeping lion?’ I asked.

Lucy bit her lip, that sexy bite that spoke so clearly to me. ‘I know it would be a really stupid thing for me to do but the thought of annoying him is really turning me on.’

‘He wants to degrade and humiliate you Lucy.’

Lucy looked wide eyed now. ‘I kind of want him to,’ she said as she bit her lip again. I was hard. ‘Would you want him to?’

God help me I found myself nodding.

‘If I tease him he’ll want to fuck me again Adam.’ Lucy placed her wine down and slid off the sofa onto her knees in front of me. ‘Would you like that?’

I nodded again.

She opened and then pulled my pants down. My naked cock stood proud and she wrapped her fingers around it and wanked me gently. Then she bent and licked the head of my cock that extended out from the top of her hand. It flexed when she did.

‘Then I’ll tease him and make him mad at me again.’

She licked me again with the same effect only this time I groaned.

‘I might be made to do this to make it up to him.’

Lucy took my cock deep inside her mouth and I almost squealed in excitement.

‘Oh fuck Lucy.’

She sucked hungrily on my cock and my hips pushed up to meet the pleasure I was feeling. Then her head lifted and as my erection slipped from her mouth it stopped.

Lucy stood and pushed her joggers down and off. She was naked underneath. Her long legs straddled me on the sofa. As she sat I felt the wet opening of her pussy slip over my shaft. She kissed me and guided my cock inside her warm body at the same time making us both heave against each other. Her weight shifted over and over as she slid up and down on me. We moaned and sighed together. Her sex was so slick I could hear myself inside of her. Minutes passed in silence as we both lived inside our own thoughts. When I spoke it was to hear a voice that shivered with emotion.

‘You’re so fucking wet Lucy,’ I sighed.

‘I always get this way when I think of him,’ she told me.

And that was when I came.

Lucy had waited until I wasn’t around before she messaged him. She told me she needed to have that space but promised me that she would show me the texts. She was true to her word and after I read them we had sex again. There was little said and little that needed to be said. She played to him in the messages and while he remained dominant and sexually explicit there was little other than sexting. That was what fuelled our sex however.