Claire cried out, "Baby, baby! Oh, right there! Keep it going!" She rocked her hips, crushing her pelvis against James. He thrust harder, grunting each time he went deep into her. He suddenly moaned and lifted his head back, eyes squeezed shut. She could feel each twitch of his cock as he came. She kept grinding. "No, no NO! You didn't... dammit!" She tried desperately to crest around his softening penis.

"Stop! Stop!" He pulled out and shifted down to prevent further action on his crotch. "Too sensitive!" He sat up on his knees, looking down at his wife. "You know I get that way."

"Grrr! Yet again, I'm fucking left high and dry!" She shouted. He started to lean in with his mouth, but she pushed him away. "Don't even bother. I'm getting a drink." She rolled off the bed and stomped into the kitchen. James sighed, pulled himself off the bed and walked out to join her.

"Claire..."

"Just don't." Claire stuck her upturned palm at him and reached for the vodka in the freezer with her other hand.

"Claire, please..." He tried to step around her to get the bottle. When she blocked that, he tried to grab the tumbler she had pulled out. She stopped him again and deftly poured two fingers of the cold liquid. He tried to stop her from drinking, but she just pressed against his chest with one hand while the other brought the glass up to her lips. She swigged at least half of what she'd poured.

"Jesus, Claire. Just stop and give me a sec," James said.

"I already gave you a sec earlier," she replied, "and that sure as hell wasn't long enough for me."

"What the hell, Claire?" he said, his voice getting louder. "Half an hour! Just because I don't take forever to get off..."

"Well if you got me fucking hot, maybe I could..." she shouted.

"Oh, if I was Channing Tatum you would've fucking cum?" his voice straining for control.

"Only if he was in chains, and you know it." She thrust her finger into his chest.

He sighed. "You know that's not going to work, Claire."

"Why not? Why the fuck not!" She punched him in the chest, not hard.

"You know why. It's not fun for me. Just like it's not fun for you." He sighed again and slumped back into the bedroom as tears started down her cheeks. She slammed the rest of the vodka in her glass and poured three more fingers.

Claire was lucky it was the weekend. She awoke with a raging headache. Stumbling into the kitchen, she swallowed some ibuprofen and a full glass of water. She sat at the kitchen table and picked up a piece of toast off of her husband's plate.

"G'morning, honey." James chuckled.

"Mmm hmm," Claire managed to get out. She took another bite of toast.

"So I had a thought, you know, about what we talked about last night," he said.

She looked at him with one eye. "Really? Rethinking what you'll do?" 

"No," he said, flipping his cell phone around. "Check it out," he said, as he presented the screen to her.

"What?" she said, curious, headache fading a little with the food and water. "A BDSM club?" She looked up at him. "Do I get to take you on a leash?"

"No, not exactly what I was thinking." He smiled. "We could buy some outfits, head on down, maybe join in."

"Join in? How?"

"Paddle someone, spank, something." He laughed softly and looked at her with a sly smile on his face.

"Not like those munches, right? That could be," she softened, "fun."

"Let's do it," James said excitedly.

"Alright," Claire said. "One condition, you go on a leash." He glared at her.

They held each other's hand as they browsed through The Crypt, only a few blocks from their small house. "How about that one?" James asked, pointing to a little ruffled maid's uniform. Claire looked at it.

"Uh, no." She gave James a peck on the cheek.

"Here you go," he said, pulling a solid one-piece leather teddy off the rack. He put it up against her chest. "More your style."

Claire took it from him. "Definitely. It would really go with those boots over there." She pointed at a grouping of boots on the wall. Some were short, some long, in several colors and fabrics.

"Or those." James pointed to a rack of hoods and sleeves. He smiled and winked at his wife.

"Nice choice," said a salesperson. He looked at Claire. "Care to try one on?" He picked up a hood with only a slit for a nose, a hole in back for a ponytail, and a zipper for a mouth, and looked questioningly at Claire. She glared at James, who just smiled.

"No, I don't think so," she said, not unkindly, "but I do have some questions." The three started talking and going over what the couple might like. They browsed, tried out a few things, and came away with an outfit apiece, two different paddles, two crops, and handcuffs. James had handed Claire a collar and leash to model, but she tossed it back at him saying it would be much cuter on him. They went home, anticipating the visit to the club in a few days.

The pair weren't home more than a few minutes when the doorbell rang. James went to it and looked out the peephole. "Uh, Claire, were you expecting someone?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "Who is it?"

"I don't know," he said, and turned to Claire. "A woman in a long coat." He moved out of the way for Claire to look.

"Who is that? She looks so, vapid." The woman rang the doorbell again. Claire looked at James, who just shrugged, and she opened the door. 

The blonde smiled and said, "Hello. I'm Dolly, your anniversary present. May I come in, ma'am?"

Claire stood there, non-plussed.  

"Ma'am?" Dolly said.

"Uh, yeah." Claire took a step to the side. "Come in." She looked over at James, who held out his hands and shrugged.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Dolly stepped past the two, carrying in a large dufflebag with her. She walked into the center of the living room and stood still, smiling at the two of them in turn. "May I take off my coat, sir? Ma'am?"

"Oh, of course." James moved over to take it. Dolly handed him a fancy gift card as he came over. 

"Sorry, you just caught us a little off-guard, there," said Claire, as she turned into the living room. The woman was shrugging off her coat. Claire's jaw dropped. The only clothes Dolly had on underneath the coat were black heels, black thigh-highs, lavender satin panties and a lavender, satin bra. James took the coat, stopped for a sec, then caught himself staring and moved to the closet. He had the grace to look embarrased as he passed by his glaring wife. "Excuse us," Claire said to Dolly as she followed behind James to drag him down hallway.

Once they were in the kitchen, she jumped on him. "Okay, what the fuck is that?" she asked, pointing back towards the living room.

"Don't get on me, it wasn't my doing." He held up the opened card to her as a ward against her wrath. She looked at it, looked back up at him like she was going to say something, looked more closely at it, and covered her eyes.

"What the fuck?" she said. "Your cousin?"

"Yeah," he said. "Janet."

"What the fuck did you tell her?"

"I don't know," he exclaimed. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. Apparently she thought we needed some spicing up in our marriage or something."

"You set this up, asshole. I know you did."

"I swear, it wasn't me!" James shook his head. "Listen, we don't have to do anything. We can just send her home or whatever. Say it was a bad joke."

"Yeah, duh," Claire said. "Handle it." She shoved by him and headed back out through the living room to their bedroom.

James sighed and walked back out into the living room. "Look," he started, looking at her. He stopped, unable to keep from looking Dolly up and down, and not really sure how to go about telling her to leave.

"May I know where I am to stay, sir?" she asked.

"Well, you see... That's just it. We're, well, not ready for this."

"I understand, sir. Did you need a massage while you think about my accomodations, sir?" asked Dolly.

"I, wait, what?" James knew this wasn't going well. "No, no, Claire would kill me."

"Oh, but I can give her one as well, sir."

"I..." James flashed on an image of what watching Dolly massage Claire might be like. A specific part of his anatomy really didn't want to pass up this opportunity. He stopped, thought a second, almost started talking, stopped again. Then, something clicked in his mind. "No, well, maybe later. But first, do you have any, uh, limits? You know, things you won't do, that we can't do to you?"

"Oh, no, sir, I am here for your pleasure!" said Dolly emphatically.

"Wait here," he said, and walked back to the bedroom. "Claire?"

"She gone?" Claire responded, sitting on the bed with the remote in hand. She had flicked on HGTV, which was a sure sign she was irritated. He hated "House Hunters".

"I was thinking..."

"Oh, so she's not gone."

"No, but I had an idea."

"That still involves her leaving, right?" Claire asked menacingly.

"Eventually. Remember how you didn't really like the munches?"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Claire sounded a little surprised, but still upset.

"Well, we have a willing participant."

"Uh, what?" Claire was caught off-guard.

"Come on, Claire," James said, "No munch, and I'm sure she can teach us a few things."

"Teach us?" Claire raised an eyebrow. "Teach us... what?" She sounded interested. Still pissed, but interested.

"Yeah, Claire. Just think about it. We can try out those toys we just bought."

"But, wait, give me a sec," Claire said. "I..." She was silent for a minute, considering. "Well, maybe, if there isn't sex." Pissed, confused and interested.

"Uh, you mean with her, right? Cuz I know I'm going to need it if we do this."

"Yeah," said Claire, now a little excited herself. "No sex with this, what was her name?" She didn't want to say prostitute. 

"Dolly. And I swear, I will not have sex with Dolly." He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Um, okay. You go get her," said Claire. "I'll get the stuff out."

James already had a raging hard-on. He hardly believed his luck that Claire went along with it. He walked back out to Dolly in the living room. "Okay. We're thinking we could tie you up and spank you a bit."

"Yes, sir, if that will bring you pleasure."

"And we thought, maybe, you could teach us a few things?"

"Yes, sir," said Dolly. "I am well-versed in many forms of sex play, sir."

"Oh fuck yeah!" James leered at her. "Come back to the bedroom." She didn't move when he didn't immediately lead, but he gestured her past. He followed behind, watching her ass sway. He felt ready to explode. When he entered the room, he saw his wife stripped down and stepping into her leather teddy. His cock twitched. "Oh, yeah, baby, you're looking hot!"

Claire smiled and said, "Hurry up and get dressed, before you cum in your pants." She walked up to him and stroked his erection.

He twitched away from her. "No, stop! We have to play first." He walked over to the pile of stuff on the bed that Claire had gotten out. He slipped into his new black leather pants and a black shirt. He already owned combat boots, and Claire slipped on her new thigh-high boots with heels. "Okay, I think we're ready."

"Yes, sir," said Dolly. "What would you like your slave to do?" Claire drew in a breath.

James smiled, before ordering, "On the bed, on your hands and knees, ass high." Dolly quickly complied. He grabbed a new paddle and yanked her panties down. "Time for a spanking, slut!"

"Yes, sir," Dolly said. "This slut deserves a spanking!" Encouraged, James thwacked her butt. It rippled pleasantly as Dolly jerked forward. "One, sir. May I please have another?" He nearly came in his pants while he spanked her again. "Two, sir, May I please have another?"

"Oh god!" said Claire. "Let me have a turn." He spanked Dolly again and she counted, then he turned to hand the paddle to his wife. She had already grabbed the other one they had bought and was in position. She spanked harder than James.

"Four, ma'am. May I please have another?" Claire caught her breath before she brought the paddle down again. "Five, ma'am. May I please have another?"

"Oh Jesus, what a rush!" Claire exclaimed as her arm swung again and Dolly counted. "And she counts!"

"Ma'am, was I wrong to?" Dolly asked, sounding a little uncertain.

"It's perfect, slave." Claire swung again.

"Seven, ma'am. May I please have another?"

James stepped in, mashing his lips against his wife's and pressing his hips forward. "I can't wait any longer," he forcefully whispered.

Claire pushed him away. "I'm not done yet." She spanked Dolly again, almost yelling, "This is what you get for coming in here," thwacked again, "looking like a slut," one more, "making my husband horny," spanked again, "and getting me worked up!" One last one, and she moved to her husband. They crushed against each other as Dolly finished her counting, dripping sweat and desire on the bed. The couple opened only what was necessary, her snaps at the crotch and his pants zipper, before James lifted Claire onto his cock. After only a few hard thrusts, Claire screamed out, "Jesus, fuck!" and came around him, by far the fastest she ever had. He in turn rammed in one more time and shot his load deep in her. They collapsed onto the floor, panting, spent and smiling.

"Sir, ma'am, may I come now?" said Dolly.

"God, yes," Claire said, eyes only on James. They kissed passionately as they listened to Dolly rub herself before screaming in her own orgasm. She stayed in place though, head down and ass up on the bed.