Vicious Rumours Pt. 03

The corner of Gladys' eye twitched with frustration. Knowing the identity of subscriber had certainly taken a load off her mind, Hugo had assured her that her secret was safe and seemed pleasant enough that nothing bad would happen, but Gladys couldn't help but feel every conversation she had with Hugo was like being his teacher again, leading him through a subject he fundamentally didn't understand.

"So my husband Nigel gets here on Friday and is staying for the weekend, but you can see how it will cause problems if I have to be a dog around the house." Gladys explained.

"Oh yeah absolutely." Hugo agreed, distracted by Gladys being stood naked in the school toilets for their phone call.

"I was wondering if I could be allowed to wear clothes and not be a bitch while my husband visits?"

"Sounds reasonable." Gladys let out a huff of disappointment that even Hugo couldn't miss. "Was that the wrong answer?"

"You don't have to be reasonable. Don't forget I'm the dumb whore whose fate you hold in the palm of your hand. You can extract any price you want in return for my marriage." Gladys explained.

"Oh, alright, I see." Hugo replied, his mind immediately buzzing with too many ideas to express, the excitement and fear giving his face the look of someone who had found a winning lottery ticket on the ground at his wife's funeral. Gladys recognised the look and knew without guidance Hugo was going to be stuck for some time. She took her phone and began typing a text message to Hugo so she could guide him through what to do next without ruining the fantasy.

'Get angry that your slave has forgotten her place, then demand she ask properly before you will even consider her request.' Hugo read the text and then his face contorted with nervous resolve.

"Listen up whore. I'm in control here, you're the cocksleave that does what she's told. You need to remember your place. So ask me properly and I may consider letting you pretend to be human, for a price." He stammered out, giving a weak smile at the end.

"I'm so sorry master. It was wrong of me to talk to you like we're equals." Gladys replied, placing the camera on the side so she could take her place kneeling between two urinals, her bulging breasts squeezing between the porcelain as she leant back and rested her bottom on her ankles. "Please master, let me keep my sham of a marriage, by keeping my cuck husband in the dark about what a dirty whore his wife is. I will wait here where I belong until I get a response." Hugo nodded dumbstruck and hung up. The moment he did so Gladys grabbed her phone and began typing up a list of potential ways she could make it up to him, telling him to choose three of them.

Gladys then went back to kneeling between the urinals awaiting his decision. She had started the call pretty late at night and spent her time imagining if Hugo didn't relieve her in time. Maybe he falls asleep while looking through her options, or maybe he suddenly discovers his sadistic side and doesn't let her leave until after classes start in the morning. Inevitably she was a little disappointed when he texted her not long after with the options he had chosen, the only act of independent thinking was that he had drafted the punishment for disobedience.

'Any time you go one day without doing any of the tasks listed, I will change the access fee to your SkankBank account to £1 for 24 hours.'

He was going to need a lot of work but at least he was learning.

...

Gladys gave Nigel a big hug as he struggled to lug his suitcase from his Mercedes to the house. He eyed his surroundings disapprovingly, the old house was modest compared to the mansion they shared and the fancy hotels Nigel regularly stayed in, but his mood cheered when he saw how excited Gladys was to show him around the prestigious building.

Sharing a house reminded both Nigel and Gladys of why they were together, they both cooked seemingly never in each other's way and produced a meal that they both delighted in. There weren't even any arguments about how to divide the cleaning up. This was what their relationship was about, not the stunning highs or gutting lows, but about the total comfort of spending time together, even time doing nothing. Gladys desperately wished she could go back to being the person who felt that was enough.

After dinner they sat in the lounge, TV on to provide background noise between the long thoughtful silences in their conversation, but otherwise ignored as they caught up while Gladys set to finishing a bottle of wine faster than Nigel could go through his real ales. Eventually within one of the lulls Nigel's patience ran out on what he wanted to discuss.

"So I'm going to have to sell our house soon." He began. Gladys looked nervous but Nigel's smile reassured her. "Nobody knows this yet but the MP for Copsewood North is retiring at the next election, and some friends in high places want me to take his place. However, that will mean moving to Copsewood now so I can build local credentials."

"Honey, that's fantastic news. It's all happening for us." Gladys replied in all sincerity. "Will you need my help moving house?"

"Not really, in fact it's quite fortuitous you having this place. It means I can get set up in the area without having to worry about moving you away. As long as you are fine living on your own a bit longer." Gladys' mind raced at the further doors to depravity this opened for her.

"As long as you don't mind being separated from these." Gladys replied, pulling his hands onto her breasts. Nigel smiled politely, like a child being given a Christmas present from an elderly and estranged relative, Gladys knew that look and was immediately supportive. "I see you're tired. I won't pressure you for sex."

"Thank you." Nigel responded, downing the last dregs of his beer and heading up to bed. Gladys sat alone in the lounge, giving her husband plenty of time to fall into a deep sleep.

After an hour or so, Gladys knew Nigel would sleep through most of what the world could throw at him, so she put her plan into action. She placed her camera on night vision mode, facing the bed her husband slept in, his sleeping mass the centrepiece of the shot.

"Look at this cuck, sleeping when he has a horny slut for a wife." Gladys whispered, feeling a pang of guilt for insulting the love of her life, but not enough to stop her from kneeling behind his head and opening her pussy for the camera. Carefully, as to not rock the bed, she began to play with her clit, sucking on her own nipple to keep her moans contained. Once she had gotten herself good and worked up, she moved on to her main plan.

She turned around and awkwardly maneuvered herself so her pussy and ass were hovering just above her sleeping husband's head, then she took the buttplug she had prepared and slowly eased it into herself. Next she began to slowly churn her dildo in and out of her pussy, fucking herself inches above her sleeping husband's face, one wrong move away from a situation with no innocent explanation. She bit at the mattress to keep her moans contained as she began to pound her pussy faster and faster, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the red light on her phone reminding her that she was now humiliating her husband as well as herself, all for Hugo's benefit. She screamed into the pillow and fell away from Nigel as she felt an orgasm wrack her body.

Nigel never even stirred.

...

The weekend that followed was idyllic in a wholesome sort of way. On Saturday Gladys went on walks with Nigel, and visited some local historic landmarks with the kind of deep and rich history that comes with being in a wealthier area of the country. That evening they had a romantic meal at the fanciest restaurant in the area, despite being an upmarket gastro-pub, it still lived up to even Nigel's high standards with locally sourced food cooked by a chef hoping for a Michelin star one day.

Once Nigel fell asleep at the end of the idyllic day, dreaming of his perfect future with his lovely wife, Gladys took the opportunity to sneak out of the house with nothing but her phone, a supply bag and Nigel's car keys. Her mission, to take a degraded naked selfie at every place they had visited earlier that day.

Driving into the countryside, bare ass on the leather seat, seatbelt awkwardly nestled between her exposed breasts, Gladys stewed in all the thoughts of what could go wrong. 'What if I get pulled over by the police? What if someone is working late at one of the places? What if Nigel wakes up and notices his car is gone?' All thoughts banished from her mind as she pulled into the car park for Briarford Castle. She was happy to see the car park was empty, one of her other worries for the day was that she would be pulling up naked into a car park only to discover too late that it was a dogging site.

Gladys already had a plan for this first picture, out in front of the castle was a set of stocks for the benefit of tourists. During the day Gladys and Nigel had both scoffed at those flocking to a gimmick that wasn't even historically accurate. Now Gladys nervously snuck out of her car and approached the wooden device.

It took Gladys some time to find a place to prop up her phone where it could get a good view of her in the stocks. In the end she had to put the camera on a full zoom and long timer and left it on top of a nearby bin. She pressed the button then sprinted across the grass, both hands holding her ample breasts to keep them from bouncing too much. Once she reached the stocks she slotted her wrists and neck into the appropriate slots, awkwardly nudged down the wooden top and waited.

Gladys knew she was waiting to make sure her camera took the photo, but she couldn't help but use the time to imagine herself trapped in the stocks. What if there was a previously unseen catch? She would be left locked in place until morning when a stranger would have to let her out, after they had extracted whatever price they wanted her to pay. She shuffled on her feet and felt the top of the stocks wobble, shattering the fantasy. A public tourist spot certainly couldn't take the risk of someone getting trapped in one of their photo ops. Gladys grabbed her phone and jogged back to the car giggling, once back in the car she sent the photo directly to Hugo.

The next stop on her tour was a viewpoint at the top of a big hill that Gladys had walked up with Nigel, it certainly was easier to drive it and Gladys was able to find a suitable parking spot in the nearby car park. Unfortunately at night the viewpoint wasn't so spectacular, but that didn't stop Gladys from carefully parking the car in front of one of the parking notices, balancing her phone on it, and taking a picture of herself sprawled on the bonnet of Nigel's Mercedes-Benz like a model in an x-rated calendar on the wall of a garage. Her final stop was the one that worried her most, it was the gastro-pub they had been to earlier that day, The Lucky Duck.

The pub was located on a road running through Grendelton, a quiet enough town but still a built up area, with houses and people just waiting to spot Gladys on her sexy mission. The Lucky Duck didn't feel the need to provide customer parking, expecting its customers to park on the road, however the road was not wide enough for cars to park on both sides and nearby residents had filled all the spaces. Gladys spent some time driving the streets trying to find the best place to park before sighing and settling on halfway down a quiet cul-de-sac a few houses away from the Lucky Duck.

Gladys' heart began to race as she climbed out of the car, she quickly whipped around to the boot to grab a bag she had prepared earlier with some props and then started streaking into the cool spring night towards the pub. It was incredibly late, but Gladys was still betting her future that nobody in the quiet houses had insomnia, or worked late, or any of a dozen or so reasons someone could be looking into the street as a naked headmistress disgraced herself in public. Her bare feet made a quiet slapping noise on the tarmac as she ran from the car, turning the corner to see the pub's frontage, fully lit up even this late at night.

She strutted up to the front door, her eyes rapidly scanning around for a twitching curtain or opening window, any indication that her lascivious show was not just for her camera. Driving over, her choice of pose and photograph had formed in her mind and once there would not dislodge itself. Like most posh country pubs, The Lucky Duck had a pole outside specifically so owners who finished their walk could tie their dog up outside while they went in for a pint. Gladys stared at the pole as she got her collar, leash and buttplug tail out of her bag.

She tied the leash around the pole and left it ready to clip onto her collar once she had set the timer on her camera phone. If she had been thinking clearly she would have put in the plug in the car, but having to sit under bright lights as she eased it into herself dialed the humiliation up another level. She pressed the button on the camera, rushed across to the pole, attached her leash, then posed sat like a good dog with her tongue hanging out as the camera took a picture.

Gladys was about to declare her mission a success and call it a night when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye that she knew merited another photo. Left out near the dog pole was a plastic bowl, 'dog water' hastily scrawled on the side in black marker. She peered in and saw the disgusting water and knew she wanted a picture with it.

She moved the bowl into position, and once again set up the camera with the timer, this time on burst mode to take a series of photos in quick succession. Once she had set the timer in motion, she had to move fast with no time to think or hesitate, she clipped the leash around her collar again and aligned herself diagonal to the camera, so when she leaned down, the buttplug tail and her wet pussy were clearly in shot, but also in shot was her face, eyes narrowed in disgust as her tongue extended into the communal dog water bowl and began to lap up the horrible water.

After she heard the camera emit a series clicks, she decided that now her mission was accomplished, she took one last look around as she was collecting up her things and fled back to the car and safety. She looked over her photos in the car and masturbated herself to a screaming orgasm before forwarding them all onto Hugo and driving home.

The next morning Nigel asked how much later she had stayed up considering how tired she looked. Gladys didn't have an answer for him.

...

Sunday was another day of sightseeing, however it couldn't last as long as on that night Gladys was down to do a shift patrolling the school halls. The only problem was that Nigel wanted to come along.

"Sorry honey, you need to have a government background check to be in the school, but don't worry, you're not missing out." Gladys explained, holding her handbag that contained her buttplug tail and collar.

"The DBS check? Got it. I had to get one in preparation for campaign visits to schools. Come on, I can keep you company."

"Alright then." Gladys cheerfully replied with butterflies in her stomach. She had agreed to do one lap of the school on her hands and knees as a bitch, she somehow didn't think that would be possible with Nigel by her side.

The night patrol passed slowly. Nigel's company was pleasant enough but Gladys felt the sadness of missing out, like someone who had eaten a tasty meal but now had no room for dessert. After Gladys spent some time giving Nigel the tour of the school, loving her husband's enraptured face as she explained the history that was soaked in every corridor, Nigel asked if he could visit the toilet.

As Nigel walked into the boy's toilet, Gladys wondered if he would take long enough for her to sneak away and do her task. However it wasn't long until he came right back out.

"Gladys, you should probably see this, there's some rude graffiti about you in here." He urged. Gladys walked in and couldn't help but have a Pavlovian response to being in the boy's toilet, it was often the site of her degrading games. Her knickers moistened as her husband led her over to a familiar cubicle. Over the toilet some student had graffitied 'I want to bury my cock deep in Hardwick's ass.' clearly hoping to restart the trend of that cubicle being Hardwick's sex cubical. Nigel looked at his wife, expecting embarrassment or anger, instead he saw her staring at him with ravenous hunger.

Gladys grabbed Nigel and threw him against the wall of the cubicle, her mouth locked against his as she began to unbutton her top.

"Gladys, I haven't used the toilet yet." Nigel managed to explain between kisses.

"Perfect." Gladys replied, throwing her bra to one side. "You should take a piss on my big slutty tits." She rabidly removed her skirt and tights but Nigel just stood there with a look of concern on his face. "Go on Nigel, I want to be your piss drinking whore."

"Gladys, what is wrong with you?" Nigel yelled backing away. She saw the look in his eyes and for a moment was able to quench her burning desire. For the first time in a long time she felt deeply embarrassed at her perversions. "We're going to need to talk about this aren't we?"

Gladys sat naked in the boy's toilets and had a deep conversation with her husband about the place of lust in their relationship. During the conversation it became clear that Nigel wasn't just straight laced, it was more than that.

"You're asexual." Gladys realised, reading between the lines of his wild and meandering thoughts on sex.

"I guess, it always felt like I had sex with you to fulfil your appetites, not mine." Nigel admitted looking at his shoes.

"It's fine, asexuality is nothing to be ashamed of. Our relationship is more than what does or doesn't happen in the bedroom." Gladys consoled, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"...or in the boy's toilet at your school."

"I guess it's my time for openness eh." Gladys admitted. "Maybe at some point someone sucked out all your lust and put it into me, but I appear to have a sky high sex drive, and I seem to spend my evenings doing very perverted things to satisfy it."

"How many other men have there been?"

"None." Gladys lied, realising that even at her most open it would be better to hold back the details about Hugo and SkankBank. "It's more extreme fantasy masturbation. I pretend I am a performer on a porn website doing deviant challenges and filming myself, then I watch those videos back whenever I want to relive the fantasy."

"When you say challenges..."

"Mostly getting naked and masturbating where I shouldn't."

"Christ Gladys, what if someone spotted you? That would destroy both our dreams." Nigel exploded.

"Give me a bit of credit, I haven't been caught yet. I'm careful and smart."

"And five minutes ago you were begging me to piss on you, I know enough about the honey traps thrown at the rich and powerful to know that horny people don't think straight." Nigel yelled, keeping his angry momentum.

"Nigel, as far as I can tell there are three possible responses to the news I'm giving you. 1) You try to stop me and my only outlet for my sex drive, I grow to resent and keep secrets from you, and this fabulous marriage we have falls apart. 2) You end the marriage, here and now in this toilet, destroy this great thing because you can't be understanding. Or 3) you accept that you married someone with deviant desires, and although you don't share them, you value the relationship enough to let your wife have this hobby." Gladys stated those terms, projected power and strength despite being stood naked in a boy's school toilet. Nigel took a deep breath and thought things through.

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