| Straight: Infidelity: Faulty Handcuffs - Part II (1/7) |
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A week passed before Megan heard from Alan again. It had seemed like a long time but she used the memories of that afternoon to help her get through those seven long days. The memories had also helped her through her periods of guilt. She loved Denny; he was a good husband; a ‘diamond’ she often called him, but he could never compete with Alan sexually; never give her the experience that he had given her. It was not just the physical sex; it was also the feeling of enforced submission; the feeling of being unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her; the feeling of being at his mercy. Megan had never experienced anything like that before and every time she recalled what had happened it left her yearning for more. When he called her on the telephone, the conversation was fairly short. He asked her how she was and when she told him she was fine he came directly to the point. “Are you free this afternoon?” he asked her. “Yes… why?” “You up for a visit?” he asked. “Of course!” she responded gleefully. “Good. It won’t be me though,” he told her. “I have some court paperwork to catch up on, but you won’t be disappointed. Steve and Andy are very good,” he added. “Steve and Andy?” she responded nervously. “They will be there at 2:00 pm,” he told her. “But…” she started to say before the line went dead. Alan had done it again; he had left her without her being able to discuss things properly. Last time she was given 24 hours notice but this time it was only 2 hours. In some ways, though, it was more merciful, for she doubted if her nerves could take another 24 hours of trepidation. She saw them coming up her drive as her clock chimed 2:00 pm, two of them dressed in uniform. Nervously and silently she opened to the door to them and they stepped inside. The taller of the two stepped forward and took off his cap. He was a little older then Alan and more rugged in appearance. “We are following up a recent enquiry regarding faulty handcuffs, Madam,” he told her. She gave a nervous smile. “Do you still have them?” the other officer asked as he took off his cap. “Y… yes… they are upstairs,” she told them. “We need to see them,” the first officer told her. “I… I… I’ll get them for you,” she told them as she turned and walked up the stairs. Megan was a little startled to hear their footsteps behind her. They were following her up to her bedroom. She went to the dressing table and pulled out the bottom drawer, a drawer that held a lot of their sexual play toys. “Here they are,” she said, handing them over to the first officer. She stood watching for a few minutes as he inspected them. “Yes, they are faulty. It’s the wrong key,” he commented. “Where did you get them?” “D… Den… my husband got them on the internet,” she replied nervously. He smiled. “You have to be careful shopping on-line. It’s easy to get ripped off!” Megan smiled. “What is this?” a voice asked from behind. She turned round to see the other officer holding a leather |
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Faulty Handcuffs part II
