Jennifer's story

Part 2.

Eric listened with growing amusement as I stammered out my confession.  My voice sounded small and weak. I could feel my face flushing deeper and deeper.  Finally I said, “And so that’s why I’ve called you Eric.”

He chuckled in response, “You called to tell me that you got so turned on thinking of what has happened, and what might happen, that you had to play with yourself until you came.  Is that correct?”

“Yes Eric.” I said, sounding even more like a naughty little girl.

He began to laugh.  “And being an obedient girl, you decided that you ought to call me and confess, yes?”

“Yes Eric.”

“Because I hadn’t given you permission to play with your pussy or enjoy an orgasm?” He asked, mockingly.

“Yes Eric. I’m sorry.” I muttered stupidly.

“And what do you expect to happen now?” He demanded, his voice full of laughter.

“I don’t know.” I said simply.

“Do you think I should punish you?”

“I, er, I mean, well, er, I don’t know.” I stammered.

“I think you do, Jennifer.  I think you know very well what should happen.  I think you want it to happen.  I’m right, aren’t I?” He teased.

“Eric, I’m only doing what you told me to do.” I said, pleadingly.

“No, you’re not.  I told you no orgasms without my permission.  I didn’t say anything about phoning me up and confessing if you felt the need to finger yourself off.  You thought that one up all by yourself, Jennifer!” He laughed.  I felt myself blush again, my face felt like it was on fire.  “So what am I going to do with you, I wonder?”  I stood and waited while he considered his decision, standing in my own home like a schoolgirl being berated by a headmaster.  Finally he spoke, “You’d better come over here right away.” He said sternly.

“Yes Eric.  What are you going to do?” I asked timidly.

“You’ll find out when you get here.” He laughed, “Now do as you’re told and get yourself over here now.” He hung up.

I put the phone down with trembling fingers then made my way out to the car.  My mind was racing as I drove the short journey over to his house, my heart hammering against my ribs.  By the time I got there my mouth was dry and my legs felt as though they would give way at any moment.  I rang the doorbell and waited nervously.  After a few moments the door opened.  A woman in her mid forties stood there looking at me.  “Yes?” She demanded.

“I’ve, er, come to see Eric.” I said in a quiet voice.

“You mean Mr. Stevens? Is he expecting you?” She snapped.

“Er, yes, I spoke to him on the phone a short time ago and he said ….”

“Come with me.  I’ll take you to his office.” She said, cutting me off.  She turned away from me and began to walk into the house. I followed meekly, trailing after her like a lost child.  She took me through the house to an office.  The door was closed. She knocked gently.

“Come.” Eric’s voice commanded from within.

She opened the door and said softly, “A woman to see you, Mr. Stevens.  She said you were expecting her.”

“Yes, that’s right, thank you Mrs. Bridges, show her in, would you please?”

She turned to me with an acid smile and said needlessly, “Mr. Stevens will see you now.” 

She ushered me through the door, then closed it firmly behind me.  I looked around.  The room was large and well furnished.  Thick red carpet covered the floor, the walls were adorned with paintings.  At one end of the room Eric sat behind a large wooden desk, typing into a computer. He paid no attention to me.

“Eric, I can come back later if you ….” I began.  He glanced up at me, motioned for me to be quiet, then went back to his computer.  I felt completely insignificant.  As I stood and waited I could feel my nerves jangling, my stomach turning somersaults. Finally he turned to me, a smug grin on his face.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t randy little Jennifer!” He laughed. I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued to chuckle, “Come to make amends for being naughty.” He sat back in his large leather chair, placed his fingertips together and looked at me.  “So a good fucking this morning wasn’t enough for you, eh?  Your hot little pussy needed some more?” He smiled at me as I squirmed with embarrassment and nerves.  “You needed it so badly that you stripped off, lay on your bed and fingered yourself to orgasm.” He laughed again, “Was it a good one?”

“Pardon?” I muttered.

“I said, was it a good one?” He smiled.

I coughed nervously, “Yes.” I said simply.

“I see.  What were you thinking of?”

“I told you Eric.  I was thinking of the things you’ve done to me.” I said, feeling my face colouring again.

“That’s not all, is it though, Jennifer?  You said you had been thinking of what I might do to you, didn’t you?  Tell me about that.  Tell me what you imagined me doing to you.”

This was worse than I’d imagined.  I’d expected him to tease and humiliate me, and I’d been expecting him to spank me or shame me in some physical way, but now he was demanding to know my thoughts.  I tried to clear my head, found that I couldn’t. It was as though I was in a fog. I tried to speak. My tongue felt thick and my voice appeared to have left me completely.  I cleared my throat.

“Please, Eric, just do what you want to do to me.” I begged.

“I am, Jennifer!” He laughed, “I’m doing exactly what I want to do to you. Now tell me what you imagined me doing to you while you were playing with your pussy.”

I could hear my heart pounding. I was light-headed, and I could feel my body trembling with nerves.  I cleared my throat again, took a deep breath, and began.  “I imagined that you would make me undress for you, and then you’d play with my body.”

“No, that’s not it. I’ve already done that.” He laughed, “You said you’d got all juiced up thinking about what I’ve done, and what I might do.  What’s been going on in that feverish imagination, I wonder! Come one, out with it.”

“I, er. Well I imagined that you might make me suck your cock until you came in my mouth.” I stammered.

“Would you like that?” He chuckled.

“No.” I said at once.

“You don’t like it when you get a mouth full of jism then?”

“No.”

“Do you ever suck David off?”

I gasped with shock at his casual intrusion into my private life. “No.” I said.

“What, never?”

“Not for a long time.”

“Poor bastard.  Imagine that. Never getting a blow job, even from your own dear little wife!  I might have to do something about that.” I looked at him in astonishment.  Surely he wouldn’t start to dictate what I could do with David? “Tell me what else you imagined.” He demanded.  I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off again.  “Take your jeans off.” He ordered.

“What?”

“Take your jeans off.” He repeated, without further explanation.  I kicked off my shoes and began to open my jeans up.  I pushed them down and pulled them off, then I stood there, holding them, trying to protect what modesty I had left.  “Put them over there.” He ordered, pointing to a chair in the corner. I did as I was told, then padded back to stand in front of his desk. “Don’t ever come here in jeans or trousers again, understand? Skirts only from now on, got that?”

“Yes Eric.”

“Good, now carry on.”

“I sort of imagined that I would have to do whatever you wanted, and whenever you wanted.  I imagined having to drop whatever I’m doing and come to you whenever you call.” I said.  My skin was burning with shame and embarrassment.

“And that’s it?” He snorted.

“Yes.” I said, my head bowed.

He threw back his head and laughed heartily.  “Good God, Jennifer, you really are new to all this aren’t you?” He giggled, “The worst you can imagine is having to come to me whenever I call you, and possibly having to swallow a mouthful or two of my jism!”  I felt like a naïve, stupid little girl.  I wanted so much to run from the room, but knew I couldn’t.  Instead, I stood before him in my T-shirt and knickers as he ridiculed me.  “That’s nothing, Jennifer, I assure you.  You’ll have to do much more than that before I let you go.  Things you can’t imagine.”

I looked up at him, “Like what, Eric?” I asked, my worries increasing rapidly, “You won’t hurt me, will you?”

“I might have to punish you from time to time, yes, but don’t worry, it might hurt, but it won’t leave any marks.  I’m rather good at doing that!” He chuckled.  “But there will be a lot more for you to get used to than the occasional spanking.  This is going to be quite an experience for you, Jennifer!”  He was clearly enjoying himself just as much as I was not.  “But for now, I think I’ll have to punish you for disobeying my instructions.  Bend over the desk.”

I shuffled forward and bent over the highly polished desk. He stood up and walked ‘round to stand behind me, then he ran his hands over my bottom.  Without warning he pulled my knickers down to my knees.  I gasped with surprise, but didn’t move.  He continued to stroke and knead my cheeks for a few moments, then slipped his hands between my thighs and stroked my pussy.  Immediately I felt myself start to respond.  He ran his fingertip along my slit, then spread my lips apart and slowly pushed his finger into me.  I shuddered involuntarily, making him chuckle, then he pulled his finger out and began to gently rub my clit.  Within moments delicious waves of pleasure began to radiate through me.  I moaned softly, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“What’s the matter, Jennifer, getting hot again are we?” He sniggered.  I hung my head in shame.  He continued to play with my clit, stroking and teasing it until I was gasping and panting with pleasure.  Suddenly he stopped and took his hand away.  “That’s all for now, Jennifer.” He laughed, “First your punishment, and then, perhaps, some pleasure.  I’m going to give to ten slaps, and you’re going to count each one out loud and thank me after each one, understand?”

“Yes.” I groaned.

“If you don’t count, or you fail to thank me politely, it won’t count, right?”

“Yes, Eric …… owwwwwww!” I gasped as he delivered a stinging blow, followed by another, and then a third.  By the time I’d caught my breath he must have delivered five or six and my skin was stinging.

“You’re not counting, Jennifer.” He laughed.

I gasped as another blow landed on my tormented bottom, “One, thank you Eric.” I gasped.

“That’s better.” He giggled.  By the time I finally managed to reach ten my bottom felt like it had been skinned.  He delivered the final blow, then moved back behind his desk and sat down as I slowly stood up and began to rub my cheeks gingerly.

“Can I go now, please Eric?” I said, wiping my eyes with the back of my hands.

“Good heavens, no!” He laughed again, “We’re not finished yet.  I said you could have some pleasure after your punishment, didn’t I?”

“I’m fine, really Eric.”

“Nonsense! Now here’s what you’re going to do.  Take off all your things, sit down in that chair over there, and play with your hot little pussy until you come.” He beamed a smile at me.

I was appalled.  “You want me to do that, in front of you, while you watch?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

“Exactly!” He grinned, “I want to see what you look like when you’re playing with yourself.  Come on, get your things off and get started, I haven’t got all day, you know.”

I knew it was useless to argue or plead.  Feeling sick to my stomach, I slowly pulled my T-shirt up and off, then unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.  My knickers were still bunched around my knees.  I slipped them off, then tottered over to the large leather armchair he had indicated.  I sat down gently, the skin on my bottom still stinging, then paused.  I had never done anything like this in my life before.  Even admitting to Eric that I’d played with myself was deeply shocking and disturbing to me.  Now he wanted to watch me bring myself to orgasm.  I took a deep breath, then leaned back into the chair. I opened my legs slightly, reached down with trembling fingers and began to stroke my pussy. 

“That’s no good!” He laughed, “Open your legs wider, I want to see everything!”  I closed my eyes tight and turned my head away, then spread my legs wider.  “Come on, you can do better than that, Jennifer.  Open them really wide, let’s see that cute little pussy of yours.  Put your legs over the arms of the chair and then relax into it.”

I did as he instructed, resting my legs on the arms of the chair, giving him a perfect view of my pussy.  I glanced up at him to see his eyes fixed on me, a satisfied grin on his face.  I felt my face blush deeply as I slowly stroked my slit.  I tried to pretend that he wasn’t there, tried to shut myself off from the situation. I eased my fingers down to the top of my slit, then began to stroke my lips.  I could feel that the hair around my pussy was already wet, and when I slipped a finger between my lips I found I was soaking wet.  I groaned with a mixture of shame and pleasure as I ran my finger down to the entrance to my pussy and slid it in.  I heard Eric grunt with satisfaction as he watched be slowly ease a second finger inside.

I eased my fingers slowly in and out, gradually building up speed.  I felt the warm pleasure spread out through my body, then brought my free hand up to my breasts and began to stroke and knead them in turn.  My nipples were incredibly sensitive, and I gasped with pleasure as I ran my fingertips across them, then I slipped my fingers out of my pussy and began to stroke my clit.  The slowly building warmth was immediately replaced with hot spikes of pleasure.  I gently rubbed my little bud, feeling it stiffen, and moaned as the ecstasy built.  I quickly became lost in my own private world of pleasure. Forgetting that Eric was sitting just a few feet away and watching avidly, forgetting even where I was, I began to concentrate on my body, building slowly towards climax.  My bottom was still tingling from the spanking I had received, and this seemed to magnify the pleasure.  I thought about how I had phoned him to confess, and then how I’d willingly taken my jeans off and stood before him in my knickers telling him the things I’d imagined him doing to me, and how I would be his to command.  I remembered how his hand had stroked my bottom before spanking me, and how I could feel the warmth of pleasure in my pussy as he did it.

Soon I was becoming seriously aroused, all my concentration now on the surging pleasure I was experiencing.  I knew I would climax soon, began to anticipate the moment when I would experience the ecstasy.  As I moaned and sighed with pleasure, Eric grunted happily, then said, “Don’t forget to ask for permission to climax, Jennifer.  I don’t want to have to punish you again today.”

I groaned with shame as his words brought me back into the room, but I was now too close to orgasm to stop.  “Please Eric.” I gasped, “Please can I orgasm?”

He didn’t answer. I opened my eyes to look at him.  He was staring at me, a wide grin on his face.  I felt my own flood with colour once more, then he winked at me and said, “Yes, ok Jennifer, you can have your orgasm.  I hope it’s another good one!”

I closed my eyes again, then began to rub my clit faster and faster, building higher and higher.  I brought myself to the very edge of orgasm, then held myself there for a second, savouring the expectation of the release, before sending myself over the edge.  As I lost myself in pleasure I closed my legs together on my hand and rocked my hips, before finally relaxing with a contented sigh.   Moments later I realised where I was, and what I had been doing.  A deep shame flooded through me and I was close to breaking down in tears.  I stood up and began to gather my clothes, avoiding making any eye contact at all with Eric, who stayed behind his desk.  As I bent down to pick up my knickers he chuckled and said, “Going somewhere?”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.  “I thought that was it.” I mumbled.

He shook his head slowly.  “Did you enjoy that?” He smirked.

“Enjoy it?” I gasped, “I’ve never been so ashamed in my life.”

“That’s a pity.  You looked like you were enjoying it.  Was it a good one?”

“Eric please.” I whined.

“Was it a good one?” He demanded.

“I suppose so.”

“As good as when you were at home earlier?”

“No. Not as good as then.”

“But still good?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

He laughed heartily, “I knew you’d enjoy our little game, Jennifer.”

I stared at him in disbelief.  “Eric, I don’t enjoy this.  I don’t enjoy it at all.  I feel used, and ashamed, and humiliated, and…”

“Randy!” He laughed, “Admit it, you get turned on by this, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about.  When you were playing with your pussy just now.  When you brought yourself off. What was going through your pretty head?”

I felt tears in my eyes.  I couldn’t bear to look at him.  The silence in the room was deafening. Finally I gave in, “OK, you win, Eric. I was thinking about how I confessed to you, and how I got undressed for you, and how you spanked my bottom.”  The tears broke free, began to run down my face.

He laughed triumphantly, “I knew it! I knew you were a hot little bitch the moment I met you.  You just love giving yourself over to a man, don’t you?”

“I don’t have any choice, do I?” I reminded him.

“About dropping your knickers and spreading those nice legs of yours? No.  But you don’t have to enjoy it, do you, Jennifer?  You could simply suffer it and put up with it until I got tired of you.  But you haven’t.  You’ve enjoyed every minute of it, haven’t you?” He sneered. 

“No, you’re wrong.” I insisted.

“Am I?  After that first time you went home to David and fucked like a rabbit, didn’t you? But that wasn’t enough, was it? You crawled out of bed in the middle of the night and diddled yourself stupid thinking about stripping for me. Ha! Tell me now how much you hate this!  And today, after I’d fucked you, you were at it again. Only this time, you felt the need to phone me up and confess. And then you came here and practically invited me to spank you.  And then you fingered yourself off again!”

“B, b but you made me do that!” I protested.

“I could make you finger yourself, yes.  But there’s no way I could make you come unless you found the whole thing arousing.” He said smugly.

I felt something akin to panic rising within me. I wanted to leave more than ever.  “Please, Eric, can I go now?” I begged.

“As soon as you’ve given me a nice blow job, yes!” He grinned. 

I felt my heart sink.  I should have known that as soon as I revealed my dislike of that, he would insist upon it.  I dropped my clothes without a word and walked over to his desk.  He swung around to face me, his trousers already open and his cock semi-erect.  I sank to my knees with a heavy sigh, then started to kiss and lick his shaft.  It began to twitch and grow in response, swelling as I stroked it with my fingers.  Eric sighed with satisfaction, then patted my head and muttered, “Good girl.  Take it nice and slow, there’s no rush, I want to enjoy this.”

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, began to stroke it slowly. I took his glans into my mouth and sucked it, trying to ignore the taste.  Before long he was fully erect, his cock throbbing in my mouth.  I stroked his balls with my fingertip, then ran my tongue across his glans. “Oh that’s nice, do that again.” He grunted.  For minute after minute I knelt before him, sucking and licking, caressing his balls, stroking his shaft.  He seemed in no hurry to climax, even making me stop once or twice when he felt himself close to orgasm.  I was dreading the moment when he emptied himself into my mouth, and I knew he’d want me to swallow his entire load.  Finally he began to grunt and sigh as his climax approached.  Suddenly he groaned and tensed.  I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment, and then he started to shoot hot salty semen into my mouth.  I tried to swallow, then gagged.  Tried to pull away, only to find that he had his hand on the back of my head, preventing me from escaping the torrent erupting into my mouth.  I managed to swallow, then began to cough and splutter.  He held my head in place until he had finished, then released his grip and sank back into his chair with a sigh of pleasure.

“You should do that more often.” He said with a smile, “You’re very good at it.”

I sat back on my heels, still trying not to cough or gag.  The taste and smell of him overwhelmed everything else.  Finally I looked up at him and said, “Now can I go, please Eric?”

He looked down at me and grinned, “Yes, I suppose you can. Before you go, write your mobile number down on this.” He handed me a piece of paper. “If you get a call or a text from me pay attention at once, you understand?”

“Yes Eric.” I sighed, writing my number down.  I dressed as quickly as I could, then fled his office.  On my way out I passed the odious Mrs Bridges in the hallway.  She looked at me like I was pure dirt, then smiled knowingly.  I bolted for the car and drove away.

My first thought was to go home and shower, but as I drove I felt a need for time to think.  I drove to a large park not far from my home, parked the car and began to walk.  The winter sun was thin and watery, and the light breeze was still cool enough to make me shiver. I spotted a small teashop on the edge of the park and made my way to it.  I sat in the furthest corner away from the door and sipped my tea. I was grateful for the hot drink, partly because it warmed me, but mostly because it took away the taste and smell of Eric.

I kept going over what had happened in my head.  Was Eric right? Did I really enjoy what was happening?  His words kept coming back to me.  “There’s no way I could make you come unless you found the whole thing arousing.”  Finally, I had to admit that he was right.  Ever since that first time, I had been more exited and aroused than I’d been in years.  I felt complete loathing for myself. How could I do this to David?  I knew I still loved him, so why was I so stimulated by another man, one who mocked and taunted me, and who promised more, much more, to come?  I had been telling myself that I wanted Eric to let me go, to give me the copy of the film and disappear from my life. Now I had to ask myself if I really believed that.  Did I want an end to this, or was I fooling myself?

I started to think of how he’d looked at me when I first undressed for him in his bedroom.  Then I remembered how powerful my orgasms had been when I thought about him.  I shifted in my seat and my still tender cheeks reminded me of how he’d treated me just a short time before.  And then I realised that I was aroused again.  I felt confused and uneasy.  Why did I get so turned on by all of this?  How could I possibly enjoy being used and manipulated by him?  I thought of David.  I knew I loved him, deeply.  I’d never do anything deliberate to hurt him.  Then I started to tell myself that it wasn’t my fault.  Yes, I’d been stupid to let Jason take me to that car park, but that had been partly due to the unfinished business David had started earlier in the evening.  He’d aroused me, and then we’d been unable to make love.  After all the wine I’d drunk, and Jason’s urgency, it was understandable that I’d give in to his attentions. And then Eric had acquired that film.  After that, there was nothing I could do, I had to give in, just to keep my dreadful secret safe.

I didn’t regret doing what I’d done to keep Eric silent.  I told myself that it was just a necessity, a way of preventing David from being hurt, and a way of protecting my family, my children, my marriage.  I finished my tea and left the shop. Wrapping my coat around me I began to walk through the park. My mind was in turmoil.  I could persuade myself that giving in to Eric was the only option open to me, but how could I explain my own feelings?  Eric had been right. Appallingly right.  He’d mocked me openly, reminding me of how I’d brought myself to orgasm just thinking about what he’d done to me, challenging me to deny it, to deny the pleasure I’d found.

My denials had sounded hollow, even to my own ears.  Eric had simply dismissed them with a wave of his hand and a contemptuous laugh.  He knew better.  Had read me perfectly.  I felt the panic I’d felt in Eric’s office returning.  Suppose he was right, I asked myself. If I was enjoying this, what did that mean?  What did it say about me?  I continued to walk, trying to make sense of my thoughts and emotions.  Suddenly I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket.  A surge of adrenaline shot through me at the prospect of a message from him.  My fingers trembled as I reached for the phone, and then opened the text message.  It was from a friend of mine, Jane, asking if I fancied going on a shopping trip later that week.  My breath escaped in a hiss of relief, and then I felt something ominous.  Disappointment.

As I stared at the message on the screen I found myself becoming annoyed and irritated that it hadn’t been from Eric.  Why hadn’t he contacted me?  I sank down on a bench, then shook my head, trying to clear my brain.  Stupid girl, it had only been an hour since I’d left him.  Had I fallen under his spell so completely, so quickly?  I put the phone away, stood up and started to walk again.

After a while a new train of thought started in my head.  What if I did enjoy what he did to me?  How was that so bad?  I’d already convinced myself that I had no choice but to surrender to him, and my body clearly enjoyed it.  So why couldn’t my mind enjoy it too?  I could either punish myself continually over something I couldn’t control any more, or I could let it run its’ course, let him have his fun and then tire of me, and then go back to a normal life.

Almost at once I rejected the idea.  How could I even consider that?  What if David found out?  I answered myself at once. David wouldn’t ever know, because I wouldn’t tell him, and neither would Eric.  No one else would know, so the secret was safe! I smiled to myself with satisfaction.  But what if it went too far, I asked myself, what if he wanted me to do things I simply didn’t want to do?  “Too bad, Jennifer.” I told myself, “You got yourself into this, now you have to play along.”

I looked around me and realised that I’d done a full circuit of the park and was now back where I’d left my car.  I got in and sat in silence, thoughts hammering around my brain.  And then another text message arrived.  I opened it and a thrill of excitement shot through me – it was from him.

“Don’t forget to buy some nice knickers for me by Friday. E.”

I stared at it, my heart beating rapidly.  Without realising it I had already started to think about the sort of thing he would like.  I had decided that he would be a stockings and suspenders man, and giggled to myself at the thought of buying some sexy lingerie and showing myself off to him.  With trembling fingers I started to reply.

“Do you have anything in mind? J”

Moments later came his reply: “You decide. Surprise me. E”

I put the phone away quickly, my excitement building.  Then a thought occurred to me.  I quickly took out my phone and called Jane.

“Hey, Jennifer, you got my text then?” She laughed.

“Yes, just now.  When do you want to do this shopping trip then?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“How about tomorrow evening?” She suggested.

“Sounds good to me.  Where shall we go?”

“There’s some great shops at the new retail centre, you know the one, it’s just opened. You looking for anything in particular?“

“I could do with some new undies!” I giggled.

“Oh, well I know just the place.” She chattered, “It’s got some really naughty stuff, if you fancy that sort of thing?”

I felt my heart race.  “I like the sound of that!”

“David in for a treat, is he?” She laughed.

“Could be! Listen, I’ll pick you up at seven, ok?”

“Great! The place is open ‘til nine, so that should give us plenty of time.  See you then, Jennifer, by now.”

I ended the call, and sat back in my seat feeling my heart beat returning to normal.  I smiled to myself at the thought of buying some saucy underwear, then pangs of guilt hit me again as I thought of David.  I needed to get my head straight, I told myself.  I couldn’t go on tormenting myself this way.  Either I could enjoy whatever happened with Eric, or I could try to shut my emotions down, simply do whatever her wanted and put up with it.  Even as I formed those thoughts I knew the answer.  Something about the situation with Eric fired my imagination.  It felt deliciously naughty to be behaving this way, and telling myself I had no choice was simply fanning the flames. If I couldn’t escape it, why not enjoy it?

As I drove home I tried to rationalise my thoughts.  There was something else nagging away at me, but I denied it.  I forced myself to avoid the conclusion I knew was inevitable.  I made an agreement with myself.  I would do whatever Eric wanted, and I would try my best to keep him sweet, so that he’d keep my secret. I told myself that if I enjoyed it, or seemed to, then he’d be even happier. 

Half a mile from my home I pulled over and began to cry. 

It was no use.

I had to be honest, at least with myself.

I took a deep breath, and then admitted it to myself.  What was happening with Eric was the most exciting thing to happen to me in years.

I’d known it all along, of course. How else could I explain the searing orgasms, the need to bring myself to climax again and again, and the images when I did of Eric?

I pulled myself together and glanced at my watch. The children would be home very shortly, and David too. I drove home quickly, raced to the bathroom and reapplied my make up.  Then I went back to the bedroom and undressed.  For some silly reason I didn’t want to be wearing the same clothes when David got home as I’d been wearing when Eric had stripped, spanked and shamed me.  When I took off my knickers I felt at once how damp they were.  I quickly ran my finger along my slit and sighed with pleasure. I was soaking wet, incredibly sensitive and very, very aroused.  Frustration swept over me as I realised that I didn’t have time to relieve myself before the children got home.  I went back to the bathroom and quickly cleaned my tingling pussy, then put on a clean pair of knickers.

All evening I was distracted by thoughts of what had happened that day.  I tried to ignore the growing heat inside me, but to no avail.  By the time the children went to bed, and David and I sat together to enjoy a glass of wine, I was almost purring with desire.  I was confident I could persuade David to come to bed early, and started to make all the moves I knew he liked.

To my utter astonishment he sighed heavily and said, “I’m really sorry love, but I’m just too tired this evening.” I must have pouted at him, because he grinned and said, “Will it keep until tomorrow, do you think?”

I tried to make light of it, “Sure, no worries, I just thought you might like to tonight, that’s all.”

“Normally I would, but I’ve had an absolute bitch of a day.” He moaned.  Then he began to relate the difficulties and frustrations he’d gone through.  I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but soon my mind wandered.  I remembered Eric’s hands as they stroked my bottom.  The stinging slaps he’d delivered, and how he’d made me bring myself to orgasm while he watched.  I remembered how I’d spread my legs obscenely, letting him see every intimate part of my pussy, and then I remembered the smell and taste of his cock.  The feel of it against my tongue.  How it pulsed and throbbed.  The feel of his hot, salty jism as it exploded into my mouth. 

By the time David finished speaking I was acutely aware of the heat in my pussy, and felt an urgent need to do something about it.  I sat and squirmed in delicious agony for another hour or so, and then David yawned and said, “I think I’ll go to bed, love.  Are you coming?”

“Not yet, love, I’ll just make sure I’ve got everything ready for the kids tomorrow.” I said with a motherly smile. He nodded, grinned sleepily, then made his way to bed.

I sat on the sofa, heart thumping, listening to him getting ready for bed.  I glanced at my watch; ten-thirty.  I knew Eric liked to stay up late. He’d often boasted about only needing about four hours sleep a night, so I knew he would still be up.  I toyed with the idea of calling him, fantasising about sneaking out of the house to meet him somewhere.  I dismissed this immediately, marvelling at how willing I was to surrender to him now.  Instead I decided to send him a text message, and rummaged in my bag for my phone.

I found the text he’d sent me earlier, then pressed ‘reply.’

‘Eric, I’m sorry to disturb you.  I’m all alone, David has gone to bed.  I need an orgasm so badly. Please may I have one? J’

I felt excitement surge through me as I looked at my words, then with trembling fingers I pressed ‘send.’

Almost at one I regretted it.  What was happening to me, why was I so willing to play his stupid bloody game?  Moments later my phone buzzed and my heart leapt in my chest.  I opened the message.

‘You are a randy little girl, aren’t you?’ It read. I could almost hear his mocking tone, imagined the satisfied grin on his face when he’d read my text.  The next part of his message made me gasp out loud. ‘I’ll give you an answer in a minute or so.  But until I do, you are to put your mobile down your knickers and against your hot little pussy.  Do that now. E’

I stood up, my legs shaking with excitement, wondering what he was up to.  I opened my jeans, pushed my phone down the front of them and positioned it against my slit.  I felt utterly ridiculous standing in the middle of my own lounge, with a phone down my knickers, waiting for a message from another man while my husband slept upstairs.  And then his reply came through.

As my phone buzzed and vibrated a shock wave of pleasure radiated out from my clit and my legs almost gave way beneath me.  I staggered to a chair and leant against it, my heart pounding, my brain fogged.  Another text arrived.  I gasped and moaned softly to myself. And then another, and another. I felt myself to be on the brink of another powerful orgasm. I waited for the phone to vibrate again. Waited for a couple of minutes. Nothing.  With nervous fingers I reached down inside my knickers and retrieved my phone, then opened each of his messages in turn.

“I wonder how you’ll like it when this buzzes against your hot, wet little pussy! E’

Followed by: ‘I’m surprised how quickly you have accepted your new situation. You have become very obedient, so very soon.  How far will you go, Jennifer? E’

And then: ‘You looked so pretty as you frigged yourself to orgasm in my study today.  I must watch you doing that again soon! E’

And finally: ‘As a reward for being such a good little girl, Jennifer, yes you may orgasm.  But only once this evening.  If you want more tomorrow, you must ask my permission. E’

A thrill of excitement shot through me, and I immediately started to consider where I should bring myself off.  Whenever I’d done that in the past it had always been in my own bed.  Clearly I couldn’t do it there tonight, not with David sleeping next to me. I couldn’t take the chance he’d wake and disturb me.  I crept upstairs and tip-toed to my bedroom door.  I could hear David snoring softly. I quickly checked on the children, both sleeping soundly. I padded softly back downstairs to the lounge.

I sighed heavily, then slowly began to undress, imagining Eric were there watching me.  I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor, then I took off my bra.  I ran my hands over my breasts, then squeezed them they way he had, pinching my nipples gently.  I kicked off my shoes, then slowly slid down the zip of my jeans.  I imagined the smile on his face as I slowly revealed my knickers to him, then pushed my jeans down to my knees.  I pretended I was turning my back to him, then bent at the waist to take my jeans off, presenting my bottom to him.  As I stood up again I felt light headed.  I ran my hand down between my legs and stroked my pussy through my knickers, which were already damp.  I felt my body respond, my excitement building, then I pushed my knickers down slowly, remembering that first time when I’d undressed for Eric.

I stepped out of them and then stood in the middle of the room naked, feeling his eyes burning across my skin.  After a few moments I walked slowly across to an armchair, then paused for a moment.  It was very similar to the chair in Eric’s study. I sat down, almost reluctantly, pretending he was making me do it, then sighed and leaned back in the chair and hooked my legs over the arms as I’d done for him.

I imagined his voice, telling me what to do. “That’s it, Jennifer, now push your hips forward, so I can see everything you’ve got.” He’d laugh to himself, “Good girl.  Now you can spread that lovely little pussy for me, let me see what’s inside.”

I reached down and spread my lips with my fingers.

“Nice!” Eric’s voice chuckled in my head, “Now push a couple of finger into your hot little hole, show me how wet you are.”

I eased two fingers inside my pussy and gasped with pleasure.  My God, I was on fire!  I eased my fingers in and out slowly.  The sensations were delicious!  I began to build up the rhythm, penetrating myself faster and faster.

“Don’t forget your clit!” Eric’s voice urged, “You don't want it to feel left out, do you Jennifer? And play with your tits as well.”

I began to cup and knead my breasts, stroking my nipples, feeling them stiffen, then ran my finger over my clit. I groaned so loudly that I stopped immediately and sat up in my chair, listening anxiously in case I’d woken anyone upstairs.  After a few moments I heaved a sigh of relief and sank back, spreading my legs once more. I gently stroked my fingertip across my clit once more, and almost came!  I had never known it to be so sensitive. It was almost more than I could stand.  I switched my attention to the base of it, began to press on it rhythmically.  Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be as tight as a violin string, desperate for the relief only an orgasm can bring.

I continued pressing on the base of my clit, then brought my other hand down and slipped two fingers into my pussy once more.  Soon my entire body was rocking back and forth as I teased myself higher and higher.  At times I had to stop, to prevent myself from coming too soon.  I was in sheer ecstasy, and I was in no hurry to end it!  Time had ceased to have any meaning for me, as I stroked my fingers into my sopping pussy and rubbed my clit, almost hypnotised by the pleasure.  At last I could hold off no longer. I let my body build and build until I was on the very brink of climax, and then I pressed my finger onto the tip of my clit.  My breath caught in my throat and my body bucked and rocked involuntarily.  Every muscle seemed to tighten, preventing me from moving, and then my mind was filled with so many bright, hot colours as a fantastic orgasm swept over me.

As the pleasure subsided my limbs turned to liquid and I slumped in the chair, still with my legs spread wide.  I sighed with relief, and then began to giggle uncontrollably.  After several seconds I closed my legs and slipped from the chair to the floor, where I curled up into a ball and savoured my post-orgasmic glow.  I felt warm and contented and deliciously naughty.  Finally I got up and dressed, then made my way up to bed.  I slid in beside David with a final contented sight and drifted off into a deep sleep.

I woke some hours later hot and flustered.  I had been dreaming about Eric, thinking of how his cock felt as it slid into me, how it tasted.  My heart was hammering again, and my pussy was yearning for another orgasm.  I glanced at the clock; four in the morning, and there was no way I could sleep.  I slipped my hand down between my legs and sighed with astonishment.  I was soaking wet and incredibly sensitive.  What on earth had happened to me? I had never woken up hot in the middle of the night before, not in my entire life.  Now I lay there desperate to touch my clit, to slip two fingers into my hot, wet slit.

I considered creeping out of bed and making for the bathroom. Eric would never know.  Not if I didn’t tell him.  I knew at once that I would feel an overpowering need to confess, and I knew too that if I did, he would design some form of punishment for me.  The thought of that was enough to send a surge of lust through me.  I didn’t just want relief, I needed it.  I glanced across at David, still sleeping soundly next to me.  For a moment I considered waking him, then felt an immediate rush of guilt.  It was bad enough I was allowing myself to be used by one of his friends, and enjoying every minute of it, but to wake him so that he could satisfy a need another man had created was simply wrong.  I dismissed the idea at once.

I made up my mind after several minutes of torment. I slipped from the bed, grabbed my bathrobe, and made my way downstairs.  I had intended to go back to the chair again, but then I changed my mind.  Instead I went to the kitchen, dropped my robe and sat on the worktop.  I spread my legs wide, then slowly ran my finger over my clit. I began to run my finger up and down it, using long, slow strokes.  I felt a shudder run through me as my body immediately responded to the stimulation it craved.  After a couple of minutes an image came into my head. It was of Eric, of course. I was remembering how he had touched me right here in my kitchen, stroking my breasts and pushing his hand between my legs. Now I imagined him standing in the doorway watching as I played with myself.  The image was enough to accelerate my growing pleasure, and I felt myself climb to the peak of orgasm.  This time I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t delay the inevitable, and I heard myself gasp and moan as I came for the second time that night.

Afterwards I crept back to bed like a thief, feeling guilty, but satisfied.  I drifted back to sleep knowing that I would tell Eric everything, and knowing that he would laugh at me and then punish me. 

As I made breakfast the following morning I smiled to myself at the thought of two memorable orgasms the previous night. Then I thought about confessing to Eric, and felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through me.  I had decided to phone him at lunch time to confess. I had it all planned in my mind.  I would leave the office where I worked, go to my car and call him from there.  At least that way, I told myself, I would have some privacy when I made my confession followed by the grovelling apology I was already mentally rehearsing.  Things didn’t go to plan, however.  At nine-thirty I received a text from him.

“Did you enjoy your orgasm last night? E”

I sent an immediate response: “Yes, it was lovely.  Thank you. J”

Back came his reply.  “I will call you at precisely ten-fifteen.  Then you can tell me all about it. E”

I felt my heart leap in my chest as panic rose in me. I knew I couldn’t speak to him in the office where I worked, far too many people.  I considered going to the toilets, then dismissed this at once, far too easy to be overheard.  As the minutes ticked away I became more and more agitated.  Where on earth could I find the privacy I needed?  Ironically, it was my supervisor who came to my rescue.  She approached me at about ten o’clock.

“Jennifer, you wouldn’t do me a huge favour, would you?” She asked with an apologetic smile.

I snapped out of my reverie, “Er, sure Catherine, what can I do for you?” I asked.

She handed a piece of pare to me.  “There are about half a dozen accounts records here that the senior manager wants to see this morning. God only knows why, because they go back years.” She tutted and rolled her eyes upwards, “The trouble is, they’re all down in the archives, and I have to check on a whole bunch of files he’s just sent back.  You wouldn’t be a dear and go and get these ones for me would you?” I started to answer and she held up her hands apologetically once more, “I know, I know, Jennifer, it’s a pain in the neck, and I know you’ve got lots to do. But if you would help me this once, I’d be ever so grateful.” She looked at me imploringly.

“No trouble at all, Catherine, I’ll do that for you.” I smiled, inwardly heaving a huge sigh of relief. She looked relieved and grateful. “In fact, I’ll go and do it right now.”

“Oh no, finish your coffee first.” She said, “It’s not that urgent.”

I glanced at my watch, five past ten.  It may not be that urgent for you, I thought, but it’s getting pretty tight for me!  “The sooner I start, the sooner I’ll finish.” I said with a smile, then made my way to the archives.  Normally I hated coming down to that place.  The office where the archives were stored was at the end of a long corridor, which was always deserted. The archive rooms themselves were always cold and smelled of damp and musty old paper.  Today, however, I was relieved and grateful to be here.  I started to search out the first of the files on the list.  Before I could locate it though, my phone rang.  I felt my stomach lurch as I took it out of my bag and answered it.

“Good morning Jennifer, and how are you today!” Eric sounded bright and cheerful.

“I’m fine, thank you Eric, how are you?” I asked timidly.

“Did you enjoy your orgasm last night?” He asked with a mocking tone.

“Yes, thank you.” I muttered.

“David not up to the job then?” He laughed, “Let me guess; too tired, busy day ahead, that kind of thing?” I gasped with shock, wondering how he had guessed so easily.  “It’s no wonder you’re so keen to have my cock in you, is it?  Poor little Jennifer, her pussy gets so itchy, and dull old David can’t do anything about it!” He chuckled.  “So what did you think about while you were playing with your pussy last night? Come on, I want to hear everything.”

I slowly related how I had stripped off in my lounge imagining he was there watching me. He laughed and giggled almost constantly, enjoying himself at my expense. I felt my face burning with shame, and then with a shock, realised that I was becoming aroused.

“So it was another good one, then?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said softly.  I took a deep breath as he chuckled happily, then said, “There’s something else I need to tell you Eric.”

“Oh yes?  What is it now, Jennifer?” He growled.

I felt my heart give a leap, and then I said, “I woke up in the middle of the night, and I was so turned on I had to do something.” I gasped.

There was silence on the end of the phone for a moment, and then he started to laugh again.  “So you crawled out of bed in the middle of the night and gave your pussy another seeing to, is that right?”

I coughed nervously, “Yes Eric.”

“My God, Jennifer, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?” He giggled, “You just can’t get enough, can you?”  I stood in silence, listening to his laughter, feeling the now familiar tingling in my pussy.  “I bet you’d like to have a fiddle now, wouldn’t you?” He laughed. I gasped at the thought, loud enough for him to hear. He paused for a moment. “Where are you, Jennifer?”

“I’m at work.  I had to come down to the archive section to get some documents.” I answered.

“And you’re alone?”

“Yes.”

“Clever girl.  You found somewhere nice and private so that you could tell me all about the itch in your pussy.” He laughed, “And you want to scratch that itch again now, don’t you?” He teased. I found myself tongue tied, not knowing what to say.  “Go ahead, then Jennifer.  Slip your hand into your knickers. Do it now.”

“Eric, please..”

“Do it.” He insisted.

I had worn a trouser suit to work that day, and I quickly opened the waistband and slipped my hand inside. I pushed my fingers into my knickers and stroked my bush.  I felt my body begin to respond at once, yearning for the pleasure to begin.  I stroked my fingertip along my slit.  I was wet.  A shudder ran through my body.

“Tell me what you’re doing.” He said with a note of amusement in his voice.

“I’m running my finger along my pussy lips.” I gasped, “Oh God, it feels nice!”

“Play with your clit now.  And tell me about your urgent little fiddle in the middle of the night.”

I slipped my finger between my lips and stroked my clit. As soon as my finger touched it a bolt of pleasure ran through me and I groaned with pleasure.  He laughed again.  I told him of how I’d woken at four in the morning with my pussy wet and crying out for attention. He listened as I told him how I’d tried to ignore it, but then had to give in to my craving.  He laughed with delight as I told him how I’d sat on the kitchen worktop, spread my legs wide and stroked my pussy as I imagined him there watching me again. As I spoke I stroked my clit, sending waves of pure pleasure through me.  I could feel myself moving closer and closer to climax. 

“Oh God, Eric, can I come?” I gasped, “I’m so close.”

“You want to come again? Right there at work?” He laughed.

“Please Eric! Oh God, I’m so close. So close.” I was rubbing my clit faster and faster.

“Ok then, Jennifer, you can come.  Do it now!” He laughed.  I came at once, gasping and moaning as he listened.  As I slowly recovered I could hear him chuckling away.  “That sounded like another good one, Jennifer. You really do like our little game, don’t you?”

I slowly pulled my hand out of my trousers and sighed happily. “Yes Eric.”

“Good girl.  And you remembered to ask permission before you climaxed.  That was good too. But you didn’t ask my permission for your four o’clock fiddle, did you?”

“No Eric.” I braced myself for the inevitable.

“And what were my instructions to you last night?”

“That I was only allowed one climax.” I mumbled, feeling like a naughty little girl.

“Exactly.  Well you’re going to have to be punished, aren’t you Jennifer?”

“Yes Eric.” I gasped.

“Make up some excuse for your boss, I don’t care what it is, but be at my house at two o’clock precisely, got that?” He snapped.

“Yes Eric, I mean, I’ll do my best, Eric.” I stammered.

“Never mind your best, be here at two, on the dot.” He hung up on me.

I felt light headed.  I leaned against a desk for support, then felt the excitement starting within me again.  What would he do to me, I wondered? What would my punishment be?  Another spanking? Trying hard to regain my composure, I straightened my clothing and made my way to the washroom where I washed my hands.  Then I went back to the archive and found the files Catherine had asked for.  I took them back to my workplace and deposited them on her desk.

“Oh wow! Jennifer, that’s great, thanks ever so much.  I was about to send out a search party for you!” She joked, “Thought you might have got lost.”

An image appeared in my mind of her finding me with my hand in my knickers, and my phone pressed to my ear while I related masturbating in my kitchen.  A thrill of embarrassment shot through me.  I forced a smile.  “Yes, sorry about that.” I said weakly, “One of them had been misfiled.  It took a little while to find it.”

“Oh don't worry!” She laughed, “There’s always something out of place, isn’t there?”

I felt relief flooding through me for some unknown reason, then I said, “Catherine, would it be ok if I were to finish a bit early today, say at about one-thirty?”

“Yes, no problem. Is everything ok, Jennifer?” She replied, her face taking on a concerned expression.

“Oh yes, fine!” I gasped, trying to think of a reason why I should want time off, “I, er, want to go and see a friend of mine, she’s not been very well, and I thought I could take her some flowers.”

“Oh dear, nothing serious, I hope?”

“Oh no, nothing too serious, anyway.” I said, my heart rate increasing. I had never been good at telling lies, and now I felt myself staring to flush.  Thankfully she didn’t press any further, and moments later her phone rang and she turned away from me.

I took the opportunity to slip away and tried to concentrate on my work.  The morning seemed to drag on endlessly.  I couldn’t concentrate on anything, my mind continually wandering to Eric, and the punishment he had in mind for me. By mid morning I could feel a mixture of dread and excitement building inside me.  My pussy ached and tingled continually.  I went to the toilets, intending to splash some cold water on my face, which felt like it was on fire. I was sure everyone in the office must know what was going on in my head, but they just carried on oblivious.  Once in the toilet I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped with alarm.  The outline of my stiff nipples was clearly visible through the blouse I was wearing. I pressed my arms against them, willing them to return to normality, only for waves of pleasure and excitement to radiate from them.  I marched back to my desk and hurriedly put my jacket back on, glancing around as I did so to see if anyone had noticed.

By twenty past one, as I started to clear my desk, my heart was hammering against my ribs and my pussy felt as though it was on fire!  I tottered out to my car on unsteady legs, then started to drive to Eric’s house.  Every bump in the road, every vibration from the engine seemed to transmit itself straight through to my pussy.  By the time I was approaching his house I was squirming around in my seat.

I parked my car next to his, then walked to the front door and rang the bell.  The awful Mrs. Bridges opened it once more and she looked at me with open hostility. “You again?” She said quietly.

“Er, yes, er hello, er Eric, er I mean Mr. Stevens, asked me to call at two o’clock.” I said. My voice sounded as though it belonged to someone else. 

She looked down at me, lips pursed, then said curtly, “You’d better come with me then.”  She turned away and led me inside the house. I followed until we were standing outside Eric’s office once more.  I felt my mouth go dry as she knocked on the door, and then he called out from inside the office.

“Yes.”

She opened the door and spoke softly to him, “That woman is here again to see you Mr. Stevens.”

“Good, tell her to come in please, Mrs. Bridges.”

She swung the door open and stepped back, “Go on in.” She said without expression.

I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me.  Eric sat behind his desk, his eyes alight with amusement.  “Good afternoon, Jennifer.  Glad to see you’re on time, I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“No Eric, I mean, yes Eric.” I stammered.

He chuckled at my discomfort.  “You have been a busy girl, haven’t you?” He laughed, “Can’t keep your hands out of your knickers, can you?” I felt myself blushing, felt my skin suddenly hot.  “But you have done as you were told, for the most part, anyway.” He leaned back in his large leather seat and regarded me carefully as I squirmed with embarrassment.  “With the exception of your little night time excursion, of course.” Another chuckle. “And that’s why you’re here now, isn’t it?”

“Yes Eric.” I said, my voice almost a whisper.

“Yes, that’s right.  You’re here to be punished for disobeying my instructions last night.  But I see you still haven’t learned your lesson properly.”  I looked at him without comprehending.  “Last time you were here I told you never to come to me wearing trousers, and yet here you are, dressed like that.” He motioned to my dark blue trousers.

“Oh but you see, Eric, I wasn’t expecting to come here today.” I said at once, almost apologising.

“But you are here, Jennifer, and you’re wearing trousers.” He smiled mirthlessly, “So what are you going to do about that?”

Without thinking I started to take off my trousers.  My fingers fumbled nervously with the catch, and then the zip caught. I practically dragged them down, then kicked them off, aware of his constant scrutiny of me.  I threw them aside then stood before his desk, folding my hands in front of me instinctively.

“That’s better, although you’re still wearing those dreadful, boring knickers.  I thought I told you to buy some new ones?”

“I’m going out tonight to get some, Eric, I would have bought some already, but I haven’t had time.” I whined.

“Spare me the excuses, Jennifer, I’m not interested.  Why don’t you take off your jacket and blouse as well?” He snapped.

“Yes Eric.” I said without complaint, then took off my jacket and dropped it on top of my discarded trousers.  The buttons on my blouse seemed to take an age to open to my trembling fingers, but eventually they were open and I was able to remove it.  Standing before him in just my bra and kickers I felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed.  I knew there was worse to come.

He looked at my breasts and grinned, “I see you’re getting excited.”  I glanced down to see that my nipples were stiff once more, and that he could clearly see their shape through the fabric of my bra. I wanted to cover them with my hands, felt my fingers twitch instinctively, but I didn’t move.  “You really are getting to enjoy yourself, aren’t you?” He said with another grin.  I was lost for words, simply stood there while he amused himself.  “Take your bra off, I want to have a look at your nice, juicy tits.” He said with a laugh.  I unfastened my bra, took it off and let it fall to the floor.

He stood up and walked slowly ‘round his desk until he was standing right in front of me.  Slowly he reached out his hand and cupped each of my breasts in turn, then began to stroke them, his fingers moving slowly closer to my nipples.  I pushed my shoulders back, lifting my breasts towards his hand. He chuckled again.  “You getting hot, Jennifer?” He asked with a smile.  I closed my eyes, unable to speak.  He brushed his fingertip across the very tip of my right nipple, barely making contact.  I heard myself gasp with pleasure and he started to laugh again.

“You really are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Please Eric.” I gasped.

“Please what?” He laughed, “Please don’t play with my tits, or please don’t stop playing with my tits?  Which do you want, Jennifer?”  I groaned with shame and desire.  He touched my left nipple, stroking and teasing it. I felt it stiffen in response.  “I don’t think you want me to stop, do you Jennifer?” He chuckled.  Then he stroked my breasts with both hands, cupping and weighing them, then gently pinching my nipples, rolling then between thumb and forefinger.  I felt a shudder run through my body.  The pleasure and excitement were building rapidly inside me, I heard myself sighing with pleasure, my eyes closed tight, concentrating on the sensations he was arousing in me.

Suddenly he stopped.  “Time for you to be punished like the naughty girl you are.” He announced.  He stepped back from me and I looked at him nervously.  He brought a chair out into the middle of his office and sat down.  “Over my knee you go, Jennifer.” He said happily.  I shuffled over to him and lay across his lap. He started to stroke my bottom, kneading my cheeks. I closed my eyes again and hung my head.  He hooked his thumb into the waistband of my knickers, began to slowly pull them down.  I felt them slide down my thighs to my knees, and then he removed them completely.  I heard him inhaling, and then he grunted with satisfaction.

“These smell nice!” He chuckled.  I felt my face redden, “And they’re rather damp too. Let’s see how much you’re enjoying this, shall we?”  He pushed my thighs apart, and then laughed again. “You should see yourself down here, Jennifer.  All the hair along your slit is wet.” He ran his finger along my pussy lips and I moaned and squirmed with pleasure. 

“Shall I play with it for you? Would you like that?”  I gasped and spread my thighs wider, inviting him to touch me.  I heard him chuckle again, and then he said, “Perhaps I’ll play with your hot little pussy later.  But now I need to punish you, don’t I Jennifer?”

“Yes Eric.” I groaned.

He began to smack my bottom hard. I gasped and whimpered as his hand came down on my skin time after time. Soon I was yelping with pain, my bottom burning with pain and my face burning with shame and embarrassment.  After a dozen or so hard slaps he stopped.  “Stand up.” He ordered.  I got to my feet and began to rub my tormented bottom.  Eric walked back around his desk and sat down in the leather chair.  “Come over here.” He said.

I walked around to stand in front of him, still rubbing my bottom.  “Sit here.” He said, indicating the edge of his desk, “Right on the edge.” I positioned myself gingerly, my cheeks still stinging.  He made me sit on the very edge of his desk, then told me to put my feet on the arms of his chair. I did as he said, and then he reached out and gently pushed my knees apart.  I felt completely exposed, my thighs spread wide and my pussy open to his eyes.  I looked at him and he grinned smugly.  He reached out his hand and traced a line with his finger from my lips, down between my breasts, continuing until he was touching the top of my pubic bush.  He paused for a moment.  He looked me in the eye and then ran his finger down over my mound and along the lips of my pussy. 

I groaned with pleasure.  His eyes were alight with humour as he ran his finger up and down my lips, making me gasp and moan, and then he slipped his finger between my folds and began to ease it slowly into me.  I was soaking wet, and he slid his finger into me effortlessly.  As he pushed it in deeper and deeper waves of pleasure ran through me.  He stared at me and grinned, “You do feel nice this afternoon, Jennifer. Does it feel good for you too?”  He had pushed his finger in as far as he could, then began to slowly withdraw it.  Without thinking I pushed my hips forward.  He eased his finger in again, slowly penetrating me before sliding it almost out again.  Soon I was panting and moaning as he drove me higher and higher.

“Yes, you really do like that, don’t you?” He teased, “And I haven’t even touched your delicate little button yet!  What do you think will happen when I do, Jennifer?”

“Oh God, Eric, please!” I gasped.

“You want me to touch your button?  Tickle your clit for you?” 

“Mmmmm! Oh God yes, Eric, oh please, yes!” I moaned.  My entire body felt as though I was about to be consumed with desire. I felt shame and embarrassment and an urgent need to climax.

“Tell me how much you’re enjoying this.” He taunted.

“Oh God, it’s lovely. Oh, it’s fantastic.” I moaned.

He smiled again, and then slid a second finger into me. I thought I was going to climax at any second, but he kept on slowly easing his fingers in, then pulling them back, keeping me on the edge.

“And you really like our little game, don’t you?”

I felt another surge of excitement flash through me. “Oh yes. Oh yes, I really, really like it Eric.”

“You still want me to stop? Still want your little film back?”

I felt myself gripping the edge of his desk, could hear myself moaning and gasping as thought it were someone else.  “I don't care.” I whined, “I don’t care about the film, Eric.”

“You mean, even if I gave it back to you right now, you’d still want to carry on playing our little game?”

“Yes, Eric. I don't care anymore. Please make me come!”

“But what about poor David? Don’t you feel guilty about betraying him?”

“No. David need never know. Oh Jesus Christ, Eric, please make me come. I’ll do anything you want, I promise.” I gasped.

“Anything?” He chuckled.

I was too far gone to think about what I was saying, my mind and body completely focussed on the delicious thrill of shame and pleasure. I felt as though my head was about to explode, every nerve ending screaming for release and relief.   “Anything at all, I promise Eric.”

He took his hand away from me, stood up and began to open his trousers. He pushed them down and I stared at his cock hungrily.  He sat down again, leaning back in his chair.  “Good.  Then you can start by sucking my cock until it’s nice and stiff, and then you can go on top.”

I fell to my knees before him and took hold of his semi-erect cock, lowering my face towards it.  I sucked and licked it lovingly, feeling a rush of excitement as it began to swell in my mouth. I stroked and caressed his balls, feeling the skin tighten as he grunted with pleasure.  After no more than a minute his cock was standing proudly, the veins along it’s length pulsing. I stood up and straddled him, then lowered myself onto it.  I placed his glans against the entrance to my tunnel and sank down with a sigh of pleasure.

I had never had sex with so much urgency in my life!  I drove my hips down onto him, feeling his cock sliding deep into me.  I closed my eyes and began to rock my hips up and down and back and forth, the pleasure all consuming.  He squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples, stretching them, then ducked his head down and began to suck them in turn.  His hands caressed my bottom, squeezing the tender skin.  The reminder of my spanking only adding to the pleasure. Then he pulled my cheeks apart and ran his finger over my tight little hole.  I was concentrating too much on my building orgasm to object.  I put my arms around his neck and rode him faster and faster. 

He looked at me and grinned, and then I felt his finger pushing against my back door.  I squirmed and writhed, trying to escape his invading finger.  “No Eric, no!” I gasped, “I don’t like that. Please stop. It hurts Eric, stop!” I wailed as his finger overcame my body’s resistance and started to penetrate me.  I was so close to orgasm, and the sudden discomfort of what he was doing took the climax I needed just out of reach. I reached behind me to try to get hold of his hand, to pull it away, and then he thrust his free hand between my legs and began to rub my clit, whilst at the same time taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking and licking it.

Suddenly my climax hit me like an express train.  I slammed my hips down, ramming his cock into me as far as it would go, then ground my pelvis down onto him.  I grabbed his hair, pulling his face into my breasts.  My entire body went rigid as a series of shudders tore through me. I was unable to move, speak, even breathe as the hugely powerful waves of pleasure broke through my body.  And then suddenly it was over, and I was returning to consciousness.  As I gasped for breath Eric started to rock his hips faster and faster, grunting and groaning with pleasure.  I felt his cock twitch inside me, and then the familiar warmth as he started to come in me.  As the first spurt began he drove his finger deep into my bottom making me gasp and moan.  He kept it there until he had completely finished, then he slumped down beneath me with a contented sigh.  I reached behind me, took hold of his hand and gently pulled it away, easing his finger out of my tight orifice and sighing with relief.

He looked at me, eyes half closes and smiled, “Didn’t you like my finger up your arse then?”

I felt myself blush, “No.” I replied.

“Ever had a cock up there?”

“Good God, Eric, no, of course not!” I gasped.

“Never want to try it?”

“Never.” I said firmly.

He smiled again, “Well we’ll have to see about that.”

I stood up, easing his softening cock from my pussy, “Eric, there’s no way I’ll do that.” I insisted.

“I thought you said you’d do anything I wanted?” He said with a grin, “You know, just now when you were begging me to make you come?”

I felt flustered, cornered, “I know what I said, Eric, but not that, please.” I was appalled at the prospect.

“So what will you do?” He asked casually as he stood up, put his cock away and fastened his trousers.

I began to back away, looking for my clothes, “Please Eric, can I get dressed now?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“You can if you want.  Unless you’d prefer to stay naked?” He grinned again.

I felt as though he was reading my mind, playing with my emotions.  He must know how exciting I found the position I was in, I realised.  He knew that being naked in front of him, available for his pleasure, was increasingly dominating my thoughts.  I found myself trying to deny my feelings to myself, and then I tried to deny it to him.  He smiled knowingly as I began to stammer and stumble over my words. Finally I gave in.  I heaved a huge sigh and said, “What would you like me to do, Eric?”

He chuckled with satisfaction.  “Why not meet me half way? You can put your knickers back on, but leave the rest off, ok?”

I nodded briefly, then stepped into my knickers and pulled them up. “OK, now what?” I asked.

“I think we need to get some things straight, don't you?”

“Like what?”

“Like you being honest about what’s going on in your head.” He grinned.  I found myself lost for words again.  “You have to own up and admit that you really like what we’ve been doing.”  I felt my heart skip a beat.  “Oh, you can tell yourself that nasty Eric is making you do all these awful things, but it’s simply not true, is it Jennifer?”

“Eric, I, er…”

“I know it’s difficult for you, Jennifer. You’ve probably had all this stuff locked away inside you for years and years.  But now it’s out.  It’s escaped.  And there’s no going back now, is there?”  I stared back at him, unable to find any words to say.  “So you can either try to deny it to yourself, and make yourself miserable in the process, or you can simply admit that you like being dominated in this way, and then get on with enjoying it.”

I felt my legs go weak. I sat down in the chair he had used to spank me, tried to get my thoughts straight.  “If I admit that I do enjoy all this, what does that say about me?” I said sadly, my emotions in turmoil.  “That I’m some kind of easy slut, who’ll drop her knickers for the first man who comes along.  And what kind of a wife and mother would I be then?”  I felt on the brink of tears, felt panic rising inside me.

“Firstly, you’re not a slut.  Secondly, you won’t drop your knickers for anyone but me, understand?” He said firmly.

I looked up at him, “You mean that?”

“Of course.  Listen, what harm would you be doing, for heaven’s sake?  I’m not going to tell David, neither are you.  No one else knows, so the secret’s safe, right?” I sniffed back a few tears and nodded.  “You admit that you enjoy what we do, stop giving yourself a hard time about it, and start to enjoy it.  There’s a lot of things I could do with you, Jennifer.”

I laughed in spite of myself, “That’s what worries me!”

“Now that’s better!” He laughed, “See? If you think about it, this could be a lot of fun.”

“What sort of things?” I asked.

He laughed warmly, “Oh I’m not going to tell you all the possibilities, that might make you run away! But I can promise you there’ll be some incredible sex involved, even better than what we just had.”

I felt a tingle run through me.  “And you expect me to just agree to whatever you want me to do? Just like that?"

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, gradually build up to things.” He said.  It started to sound plausible.  “There’ll be things you’ve never done before, possibly never even imagined before, but I won’t make you do anything you really don’t want to.  Trust me.” He smiled.

I smiled back at him, “Trust you? Ha! You’re the reason I’m in this mess! If it wasn’t for that bloody film none of this would ever have happened.”

We looked at one another, then both began to giggle.  “Well yes, I suppose that’s true.” He conceded, “But can you honestly say you regret any of it?  Tell me how much you’ve hated all those orgasms. Tell me how much you didn’t want to phone me up and tell me all about them.”  My bluff had been well and truly called!  I sat there trying to think of an answer, knowing that there wasn’t one. He had read me perfectly.  Before I could speak again he reached into the drawer of his desk, pulled out a buff coloured envelope and held it out to me.

“What’s this?” I said.

“It’s your film, the one from the car park.” He said casually.  “That’s the master tape, and there are no copies. Go on, take it.  You’re free. I have no hold over you any longer.”

I was deeply confused, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I don’t need this any more.” He said with a smile, “My guess is that you will want to carry on with our little game, so I don't need to try to persuade or coerce you. And if you don’t want to carry on, well then ok.” He shrugged.

I took the envelope with shaking fingers, “You promise this is the only one?”

“Absolutely!” He nodded. I was in complete turmoil.  He had taken away the one excuse I could have allowed myself.  Now it had to be my decision alone.  He glanced at his watch. “Jennifer, I’m sorry, but I have to make a really important phone call in a few moments.” I looked up anxiously. He laughed again, “No, don’t worry, like I said, your secret is perfectly safe. No, it’s a business call to the US, the markets are open there and I need to speak to some people. Listen, why don't you get dressed and go home? Think about it, and let me know what you decide.  Call me to let me know if you’re coming over on Friday.”

I felt like I was sleep-walking as I dressed and made my way back to my car.  I drove home, his words echoing in my head.  As soon as I got in I checked the disc he had given me.  Sure enough it was the CCTV footage of my little adventure at the Christmas party.  Somehow I knew he was telling the truth when he said it was the only copy.  I hid the disc away and then showered. As I washed my body I remembered how his hands had felt as they stroked my breasts and bottom.  When I soaped my pussy I felt his jism on my fingers, my clit tingling.  I phoned my friend, Jane, and cancelled our shopping trip, still unsure of whether I would be needing the lingerie Eric had told me to buy.

I spent the next two days in abject misery.  Every time I looked at David or the children I felt guilt sweep through me like a cold wind. Every time I thought of Eric I felt a burning desire to be with him, to submit myself to him.  The first night after Eric had given me the disc back, together with a completely free choice on the future, I lay in bed next to David trying to work out what I would do.  I couldn’t sleep, and my restlessness started to disturb David.  After too many hours of agony I finally resigned myself to the fact that sleep was going to be in very short supply, and crept quietly out of our bedroom.

I made my way to the kitchen and made myself a coffee, hoping to clear my head.  As I stood sipping my drink I remembered how Eric had backed me against the wall and ran his hands over my body.  Then I thought of how I’d stripped and masturbated, imagining Eric were there watching.  Then how I’d confessed to him, knowing I’d be punished, somehow wanting to be punished.  I slipped my hand into my bathrobe and stroked my pussy.  I was not at all surprised to find that I was wet.  I sat down in a chair, opened my robe and spread my legs wide apart.  Then I stroked my pussy, pushing two fingers into myself, as he had done just a few hours before, then gently stroked my clit until I came.

By Thursday afternoon I was both exhausted and strained to breaking point.  I could go to Eric tomorrow, I told myself, but did I want to? He’d be there, waiting.  I thought of his voice, the feel of his hands on my body, the feel of his cock in my hand.  Then I thought of David.  If I carried on the ‘game’ with Eric, how could I even look him in the eye, much less share his bed.  David seemed totally unaware that there was anything different about me.  One night he made a half-hearted attempt at making love, but then gave up after he lost his erection.  He seemed unconcerned at his inability to perform, laughing it off as nothing important, (“Don’t worry, love, I’ll be ok at the weekend.”), before rolling over and falling asleep. He left me in a highly aroused state, and soon after he fell asleep I was out of bed and making for the lounge, where I sat in the armchair again and brought myself to orgasm.

Finally Friday morning dawned.  I saw David off to work, took the children to school, then returned home, determined to come to a decision.  Nine o’clock arrived.  I felt a thrill of nervous energy shoot through me.  I sat staring at the phone for a few minutes, trying to find the courage to pick it up.  Suddenly I knew what I was going to do, what I had to do.  I snatched the phone and dialled Eric’s number. It seemed to ring for an age before he picked it up.

“Eric, it’s Jennifer.” I said breathlessly.

“Good morning Jennifer, how are you today?” He asked, as if we were old friends.

I took a deep breath to steady my shredded nerves.  “Eric, can I come over to see you this morning?”

I heard him laughing softly, “And why do you want to do that, Jennifer? Are you going to tell me how much you love David, and how you can’t possibly be unfaithful to him any more?”

“N, n, no, it’s not that, Eric.” I said weakly.

There was a pause on the end of the line. Finally he said, “I see.”, then another long silence.

I felt my composure fall apart, tears sprang to my eyes.  “Please Eric.  I’m begging.” I whined.

He chuckled happily, “Good girl. I knew you’d see sense.”  I heaved a sigh of relief, felt my anxiety start to ease.  “But if we’re going to do this properly there’ll have to be rules.”

“Rules? What rules?”

“You’ll have to do what I say, without complaint, without argument.  And you’ll have to follow my instructions to the letter.  Agreed?”

My heart was hammering against my ribs, “Yes, Eric, agreed.” I said, my voice shaking.

“Excellent!” He laughed, “The only problem is that I have a business meeting at nine-thirty. You see, I really wasn’t expecting you today.”  I felt hugely disappointed, but he went on, “Still, that should be over by ten thirty, eleven at the latest. Why don't you come over at eleven-thirty, yes?”

“Yes Eric.” I gasped, “I’ll be there then.”

“Jennifer?” He said softly.

“Yes?”

“There are a couple of things I’d like you to do before you come here. Are you ready to do them?”

“Yes, Eric, I’ll do whatever you want.” I said at once, feeling my excitement growing by the second.

“Good girl.  Now, I want you to go and buy some nice, sexy underwear, got that?”

“Yes.”

“But before you do that I want you to shave that nice little pussy of yours.”

I felt my eyes open wide with shock.  “Shave my pussy?” I asked, aghast.

“Yes. I want to see it completely bare by the time you get here, got that?”

“B b b but Eric, I can’t!” I gasped, “What about David?  I couldn’t keep that from him, could I? He’d know.  He’d see me.  And then he’d want to know why I did it.” I felt myself starting to panic.

“Has he ever suggested you do that?”

“Well, yes, once or twice, but I always refused. He’d be ever so suspicious if I did it now.”

“No he won’t.” He laughed, “Just tell him you did it to surprise him. He won’t ask any difficult questions after that, trust me!”

“Eric please, isn’t there something else I could do?”

“I told you, you must follow my instructions to the letter, understand?”

“Yes Eric.”

“Good. See you later.” He said casually, then hung up.

I collapsed into a chair.  What on earth had I done?  How could I have possibly agreed to this stupid, crazy game? I picked up the phone again, determined to call him again and tell him I’d had second thoughts.  Strangely, though, I couldn’t find the will to dial the number. I sat looking at the phone for several minutes.  I told myself that Eric was testing me.  That he was bound to want me to do something like this, just to convince him that I was serious about our ‘game’. And I knew he was right about David not questioning my change of heart.  I decided to go through with it.  I put the phone down and made my way to the bathroom.  I had never considered shaving my pussy, even though David had asked on more than one occasion.  Strange, I thought to myself, that I wouldn’t do it for my husband, but I would for a man I barely knew.

I trimmed of most of my hair with my electric razor, then borrowed some of David’s shaving cream to do the rest. That struck me as being particularly unfaithful, using his shaving cream to shave my pussy for another man to enjoy!  I used a small mirror to make sure I had got every last trace of my brown pubes, then applied some moisturiser.  My clit tingled with tiny electric shocks of excitement as I rubbed the cream into my smooth mound.  I went to my bedroom, looked at myself in the mirror there and gasped with shock.  I was completely exposed!  I hadn’t seen myself like that since I was a teenager. 

I went to my wardrobe and chose a woollen sweater and knee-length skirt. I put on my bra and knickers and some casual shoes. Then I went to my car and began the drive to the shopping centre I had intended to go to with Jane.  After a short time I stopped at traffic lights.  As the engine of the car hummed away I could feel my pussy tingling.  I glanced around nervously.  There were no other cars or people around.  I pushed my hand under my skirt, pulled my knickers to one side and ran my fingers over my smooth mound, feeling incredibly sexy. After a few moments the lights changed and I drove on.

By the time I reached the shopping centre I was desperate for some relief.  I made my way to the ladies toilets and locked myself in a cubicle.  I pushed my knickers down and hoisted up my skirt.  My pussy felt deliciously smooth and sensitive as I stroked it lovingly. I imagined how it would look to Eric. I closed my eyes and pretended it was his fingers which gently eased my lips apart and stroked my clit. I teased and stroked my little bud, building higher and higher towards orgasm. And then a group of other women came into the toilets.  They chattered noisily, laughing and joking.  I was too nervous of making a noise to continue. Sighing with frustration, I straightened my clothing and made for the lingerie store.

I tried to imagine what Eric would like, and what would show off my newly shaven pussy best.  After some time I chose a pair of tiny red silk panties, two small triangles of fabric held together by elastic.  I also chose a bra in a matching colour, which was so sheer it was virtually transparent.  I paid for them, then returned to the ladies, checking my watch anxiously.  It was almost eleven o’clock.  I would need to hurry if I was to make it to Eric’s on time.

Locking myself in a cubicle once more, I stripped off my clothes, put on my new underwear and dressed as quickly as I could.  I paused briefly to check my make up was ok, then hurried back to my car.  I drove as quickly as I dared to his house, arriving with just a few minutes to spare. I stood at his front door, my nerves jangling, then knocked twice, hoping the awful Mrs. Bridges wouldn’t be there. To my enormous relief Eric opened the door. He grinned at me lecherously and invited me in.

“Perfect timing, Jennifer, my meeting ended just a few minutes ago. Come with me.” He motioned for me to follow, and I added along behind him as we went up the stairs towards his room.

“Is there anyone else here, Eric?” I asked timidly.

“No, just the two of us.” He grinned at me and winked. We went into his bedroom and he sat down on the edge of the bed, still grinning.  “Did you follow my instructions?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said nervously. 

His eyes lit up at once, “All of them?”

“All of them Eric.” My mouth had gone dry. I expected him to want me to undress at once, so that he could examine me. Instead, he leaned back on the bed and looked me up and down.  “How old were you when you started to grow hair on your pussy?” He asked, matter-of-factly.

I blushed at once, “About fourteen, I think.” I stammered.

“And you never shaved it before?”

“No.”

He grinned triumphantly, “So I’m about to be the first man to see your pussy I all it’s glory since you were a teenager?”  I nodded.  “Superb! Right then, let’s have a look at you shall we Jennifer?” He said, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

I kicked off my shoes, then pulled off my sweater.  He grunted with satisfaction as he studied my new bra, my nipples clearly visible though the sheer fabric.  “Nice!” He muttered. Then I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He licked his lips as he stared at my silk panties.  “Bra next.” He ordered. I let my bra fall down my arms and dropped it on the floor. Now only a small piece of silk stood between me and complete exposure.  He shifted on the bed, clearly excited.  “Go on then, let me see it.”

I took a deep breath, then hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my panties. I closed my eyes and pushed them down in a single movement, stepping out of them.  He was silent for a few moments. I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was grinning back at me.  “Now that’s a nice pussy!” He chuckled, “Come here, let me have a closer look.”

I stepped towards him, feeling more exposed that I would have believed possible. He ran his fingertips over my mound, then stroked the inside of my thighs, gently pushing them apart.  I looked down and realised that he was looking right along my slit, I felt my face scorch with hot colour.  “Oh that is just beautiful.” He announced, running his finger along my lips, “Beautiful! So much better than covering it with all that hair.  Lie down on the bed, next to me.”

My legs were shaking so much that I was actually grateful to lie down!  I climbed onto the bed and lay next to him.  He began to gently caress my body, starting with my face.  He ran the back of his hand over my eyes, my cheeks, then ran a finger over my lips.  His fingertips stroked my neck before moving down to my shoulders.  He made me lift my arms above my head, then stroked the sensitive skin of my inner arms.  I relaxed onto the bed and sighed with pleasure.  He ran his fingertips along the sides of my breasts. I felt my nipples stiffen in anticipation, my breathing became shallow.  He circled my nipples with his fingertips, barely touching me.  Warm, tingling pleasure immediately transmitted itself to my pussy, and I felt my clit respond at once.

He continued his slow exploration of my body, stroking my belly and hips before running his fingertips across my shaven mound once more.  I was lost in pleasure. I heard myself sighing and gasping as he aroused every part of me.  Then he shifted down the bed.  He gently pushed my thighs apart, urging me to bend my legs, pushing them wide and wider until I was completely spread for him.  He grunted with satisfaction, then stroked my inner thighs, moving slowly higher and higher until he was almost touching my pussy.  I yearned for him to touch my most secret place, longed to feel his fingers explore my feminine folds.

He was clearly in no hurry, slowly drawing his fingertip along each lip, then barely touching my slit.  I spread my legs even further apart for him, giving him total access to my body. And then he moved between my open thighs.  I looked down at him to see thet he was staring at my pussy almost lovingly. He glanced up at me and smiled, “Absolutely fantastic!” He grinned, then leaned down and planted the most gentle and delicate kiss right on my pussy lips.  I gasped with pleasure then arched my back, pushing my hips up to meet his face.  He chuckled to himself, then kissed my lips again.  I felt a thousand tiny explosions of pleasure as his hot breath touched my super-sensitive skin.

As his tongue traced a line along my slit I heard myself groan with pleasure, and then he pushed it between my lips, began to lick at the entrance to my hot tunnel.  I gripped the bed covers with my fingers, began to writhe around on the bed as he pushed his tongue into me.  As his tongue buried itself in my pussy his fingers started to caress my mound, stroking the smooth skin. I wanted to climax, but was desperate to prolong the ecstasy, rising like a crescendo within me. His tongue travelled along my slit, and then made contact with my clit.  Bright, flashing lights of pleasure exploded in my head as he started to suck on my little bud, repeatedly running the tip of his tongue over the sensitive head.

I cried out, moaning and gasping again and again as the delicious torment continued.  His fingers started to stroke my slit as he licked my clit, and then two of them slipped gently into me, began to slowly ease in and out.  I had never felt such powerful sensations in my life.  My head was spinning, my limbs out of my control as I writhed around.  His fingers left my pussy, then moved lower and I felt one start to press against my back door.  I tried to raise my hips to escape it, only to rub my clit against his tongue even harder.  I let my hips fall back to the bed, felt his finger press against my tight hole once more, then felt it slowly begin to enter me.  My body was so consumed with pleasure that I felt no pain, just the pressure. And then he pushed another finger into my pussy, began to ease it in and out with increasing speed.  He licked my clit faster and faster, sucking harder and harder.

I bucked and writhed, crying out, gasping and moaning.  “Oh Jesus, Eric, I’m coming!” I wailed. He pushed another finger into my pussy, and then a massive surge of pleasure hit me like a bolt of lightening.  Every muscle in my body seemed to contract as I teetered on the brink of climax. And then my body was shaking with pleasure and I was crying out loudly as the most powerful orgasm of my life hit me.

I don’t remember much about the next minute or so. Next thing I knew I was lying on my side, curled into a ball, my breathing ragged and irregular.  Eric lay next to me, smoking a cigarette.  I turned to face him and he looked down at me and grinned.  “I thought you were going to scream the place down!” He laughed.

I felt myself blush once more, “Please Eric, don’t.” I whined.

He laughed again, “What? You all embarrassed now?” I turned away from him and covered my face.  He stroked my back slowly, “You know you made the right decision, coming here today, don't you?” I nodded slowly, my body beginning to respond to his touch.  “What made your mind up for you?”

I sighed heavily. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”  I said softly, “Kept thinking about how it felt when you touched me.”

“Have you had sex with David this week at all?”

I shook my head.  I thought for a moment, then told him how David had been unable to get an erection. How I’d been so aroused I’d waited until he’d fallen asleep, then crept downstairs and brought myself to orgasm.

Eric laughed at that.  “Poor old David, can’t get it up!” He giggled.

I felt shame flush through me.  How could I have possibly betrayed David by revealing something so private, so intimate to another man? Eric continued to find amusement in the situation, “I shouldn’t worry about it happening again though, Jennifer.  Once he sees your nice, smooth pussy, he’ll be as stiff as a board!”

“You think so?” I said flatly.

“If he doesn’t want to shag you stupid once he sees that, then he’s lost it for good.” He chuckled.

“You seemed to like it.” I smiled at him.

“Oh yes, it’s really nice!” He grinned, “You did a good job shaving it like that, no stubble or anything.  Keep it like that, I like it a lot.”

I thought for a moment, an idea playing in my mind. I decided to act on it.  “You know you asked if you were the first man to see me like that since I was a teenager?”

“Yes.”

I took a small breath, knew what I was about to say would appeal to his ego, “Well actually, you’re the first man to see me like that ever, apart from my dad, of course.”

“Really? You mean you never let anyone see you or touch you before you were fourteen?”

I started to blush again, “As a matter of fact, I was sixteen before I let anyone touch me there, and seventeen before anyone saw me naked.  So you’re the first to see me, ‘in all my glory’ as you put it!” I giggled with embarrassment.

He laughed with delight, “Excellent!  That pleases me a lot.”

“Yes, I knew it would!” I smiled, “You want to own me, don’t you? Want to control me? What could be better from your point of view than to have something like that? To be the first to see me like that, even before my husband?”

“Very good, Jennifer, very good indeed.  I can see you like pleasing me. Keep it up!” He grinned.  “Now I’d like to have another look at you.  Why don't you stand up and show yourself off for me?”

I slipped from the bed and stood before him.  His eyes ran slowly over my body, then he made me turn around. “You’ve got a really nice arse, Jennifer.  I could look at it all day! Very smackable!”  I glanced over my shoulder at him, but he smiled back, “Don't worry, you’ve been a very good girl, so no punishment for you today.”

To my surprise, I felt a small pang of disappointment.  I carried on posing for him, adopting whatever position he wanted, exposing myself more and more.  At his request I stood with my back to him, opened my legs and then bent slowly from the waist.  I knew he was looking at my pussy, felt a tingle of excitement run through me.  Next he told me to lie on the bed and play with myself.  I lay down, opened my thighs wide and started to stroke my pussy. It was deliciously sensitive and still very wet. I sighed happily as I spread my outer lips and stroked along my slit, feeling deliciously depraved.

“How old were you when you started to do that?” He asked.

I felt a thrill of shame, “About fourteen or fifteen, I think.” I answered.

“Tell me about how you used to do it?” He chuckled.

“I can’t remember how I started, but I do remember once, I was on a bike ride with my friends one afternoon.  There were about five or six of us, all girls, and we were having a great time.” I began with a gasp, “One of my friends said she wanted to take us to a really great road.  We all looked at her like she was crazy. How could one bit of road be any better than another, I wondered?  Anyway, she insisted, so we all followed her to this street, not far from where I lived.  It was on quite a steep hill, and it still had cobble stones.  My friend said we were all to ride down the hill, but instead of standing up on the pedals, like we usually did going down hill, we had to stay sitting.” Eric chuckled, knowing what was coming. “So we all set off down this hill, and of course, all the vibrations went straight through to our pussies!  We were all squealing and giggling by the time we got to the bottom, and then we went straight back and did it again. I must have gone down that hill five or six times in a row. It was the first time I remember anything like that.”

He smiled again, “I can just imagine all you young girls riding down that hill, getting your pussies tickled. Lovely! Go on.”

“We used to go there a lot after that. Then one day I was at home and the washing machine was on.  I happened to brush against it as it was on spin cycle, and I felt the vibrations.  I pushed my pussy against it, feeling the vibrations.  It was like the cobbled street, only better.  Whenever I could I would wait for a time when the machine was on, and no one was around, and I’d lift my skirt and push my pussy against it. Oh it was lovely!” I gasped.

“And when did you like to play with your pussy?” He asked with a grin, “Was there a special time?”

I felt myself squirm with shame and embarrassment.  I’d never told anyone these things, not even David, and now here I was stark naked, legs wide, playing with myself and revealing all my secrets for his amusement.  “Sometimes, at night, when I was in bed, I’d put my hand down my knickers and stroke it.” I said, sighing with pleasure. “It felt so nice, and I’d just lie there, touching myself. Then I found out how nice it was to stroke my clit.  I would lie there every night and stroke and tease it until I came.” I could feel another orgasm approaching. “Can I come, please Eric?” I moaned.

“No, not yet.  Tell me about the first time you let anyone touch your tits.”

I groaned with frustration. “I was fifteen.  I had a boyfriend, James, and he kept on trying to touch me, but I wouldn’t let him.  Then one night I decided to let him, and he groped and squeezed them.  He was really rough. I didn’t like it. Afterwards, he broke up with me and he told everyone what I’d let him do. I was so embarrassed.”

“And your pussy? How old were you when you let anyone touch that?”

“Sixteen. Oh God, Eric, I really need to come.” I moaned.

“Not yet. Tell me about your pussy being touched.”

“I was at a party at a friend’s house.  I had another boyfriend then, Peter. I’d let him touch my breasts a few times, and he was nice and gentle. He was older than me, nearly eighteen.  We were at this party, and we’d all been drinking cider, and someone suggested turning the lights out.  Peter and me were sitting together in the corner of the room, it was dark, and her started to kiss me. I was wearing quite a short skirt, and when he started to stroke my leg I just let him.  Next thing I knew he had his hand up my skirt and he was stroking me through my knickers. I liked it, so I let him carry on.  Then he put his hand inside my knickers and was touching me. He found my clit and started to play with it. I was a bit drunk, and it just felt lovely. Please can I come now, Eric?”

“Was Peter the first to have you?”

“Yes. It was a few months later, and we were at his parents’ house.  They had gone out, we were alone, and he started to touch me again. I liked it when he did that, and I let him take my knickers off, so he could do it properly.  And after a while he asked me to go to the bedroom with him.  All my friends had lost their virginity.  I felt left out.  I said ‘ok’ so we went upstairs, and he helped me to undress and then he got on top of me and we did it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“It was ok.  I liked it more afterwards. I suppose I was nervous that first time. I remember the feel of his cock going into me. I thought it was going to hurt, but it didn’t.”  The embarrassment I felt, coupled to the pleasure my fingers was igniting within me had me on the brink of climax.  “Oh Jesus, Eric, please let me come. Please.”

He thought for a moment, prolonging my delicious agony. “OK, Jennifer, you can come.” He grinned.  I rubbed my clit frantically and cupped and stroked my breasts. Moments later I came, gasping and moaning as he watched in amusement.

As I lay recovering he chuckled, “That was nice.  I like watching you bring yourself off.  You like being watched too, don't you?”  I made no response, too embarrassed to say anything.  “Have you ever let anyone watch you before?”

“Oh God, no. Never.” I gasped.

“Pity, you look good doing that.”  He smiled at me again, then said, “How would you like to give me a nice long blow job?”

I smiled at him and nodded as he lay back on the bed, arms folded behind his head.  I took hold of his shaft and licked up and down it, then kissed his glans. He moaned softly as I took him into my mouth, began to suck and lick as his cock swelled to capacity. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, then pumped it up and down, slowly at first, then gradually faster.  I kissed and licked his balls, then went back to sucking on his rock hard cock. I did everything I could to please him, listening to him grunt and moan with pleasure.  After a time he pulled me around into a ‘sixty-nine’ position, then began to stroke my pussy as I sucked.  The heat he generated in my pussy only made me suck him with more enthusiasm, and soon I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock, wrapping my tongue around his glans and stroking his balls.

He teased my clit, stroking it, rubbing it, even pulling back its’ hood and flicking his tongue over it. I wriggled my hips in response, moaning onto his cock as he pushed two fingers into me once more, began to simulate the action of his cock as my mouth went down on it.  Soon I was gasping with pleasure and yearning for his cock to be inside me.  I turned to look at him, “Shall I go on top of you?” I asked, suggestively.

“You want my cock in you?” He asked with a grin. I nodded, feeling myself blush in spite of myself.  “Then ask nicely.” He said with a laugh.

I felt like a little girl asking for a special treat.  “Please Eric, can I go on top?”

“Nicer than that!”

I swallowed hard, “Please, Eric, can I have your nice hard cock in my pussy?” I moaned.

“That’s better. Is your pussy all hot and bothered again?” He chuckled.

“Please Eric.” I whined.

“But you can’t be all hot again, Jennifer, you’ve had two good orgasms already today. Are you really telling me you want more?”

I willingly joined in the game this time.  I put on my doe-eyed, little girl face and pouted seductively, “Please Eric, you’ve made my pussy all hot and wet, and I need your big, hard cock right up inside me.  I’ll go on top, and I’ll make it really good for you, I promise. So can I, Eric, please? Please?” I begged.

He looked at me smugly.  “You’re a very naughty girl, Jennifer, you know that?”

I nodded, then leaned down and kissed his glans again, “Yes Eric.” I sighed, then kissed his balls.

“Very well then, I suppose you’d better get on with it, but put some effort in, or I’ll warm your arse for you, got that?”

“Yes Eric, I will. I promise I will.” I gasped as I straddled him. I grasped his shaft firmly with my hand and positioned it as I sank down onto it. As it started to penetrate me I began to rock my hips, gyrating as it went deeper and deeper. Once he was in all the way I began to ride him with increasing speed.  “Is this good enough, Eric? Am I doing it ok?” I moaned.

“Not bad, but I’m sure you can do even better, can’t you?” He grinned at me.  I rocked faster and faster, then reached behind me and stroked his balls.  “That’s good, oh yes, that’s nice!” He grunted, then began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. As I sighed with pleasure he chuckled, “Yes, a hot little bitch if ever there was one! You like having your tits played with like this, don’t you?”

“Oh God, yes! Oh I love it!” I moaned. I fell forward slightly and put my hands on his shoulders for support.  I found I was able to rock my hips even faster, and he groaned happily as I ground my hips down onto his cock faster and faster.  His hands grabbed my hips, then slipped around and began to squeeze my bottom.  Within moments his finger was pressing at my back door once more, easing past my body’s resistance and pushing inside.

“You still don't like my finger up your tight little arse, do you?” He giggled.

“No Eric, I’ve never done anything like that before.” I moaned.

“That’s too bad, because I can do anything I like to you, can’t I?” He sneered.

I felt a thrill of apprehension shoot through me, “Yes Eric.” I gasped, “Anything you like!”

He chuckled again, then pushed his finger further in. I bucked around on his cock, riding him as I climbed higher and higher. He pulled me to him, began to suck on my breasts, his finger still buried in my bowels.  Suddenly he pulled it out, grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my back.  He began to drive his cock into me furiously, slamming his pelvis against mine as he pushed his cock in up to the hilt.  A new wave of pleasure washed over me as he brutally pounded my body, and then he groaned loudly, tensed, and began to shoot his load deep in my pussy.  I felt the first spurts erupt inside me, and then I came again, moaning continually, and holding on to him tightly.

He collapsed on top of me, panting and gasping for breath.  After several seconds he rolled away from me.  We lay side by side for a couple of minutes, not speaking.  Finally, he broke the silence, “Christ, that was good! You enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”

I looked at him and smiled, “You wouldn’t believe me if I said I didn’t, would you?”

“Not for a moment!” He grinned, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and me.”

“How long do you think you’ll want to do this?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? With you going the way you do, we could be at it for years!” He laughed.

I stared at him for a moment.  It had never occurred to me that this would be anything other than a fleeting thing, a brief encounter. Once he’d relinquished his only hold on me and given me back the car park film I had assumed that the ‘game’ would burn itself out very quickly.  He saw the look of concern on my face.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just, I never thought about how long we could keep this up. I suppose I thought you’d get tired of me pretty quickly.” I confessed.

“I can’t imagine I’d ever get tired of playing with your juicy little pussy!” He chuckled.

“Eric, be serious for a moment, would you.  I never thought of this going on and on for ever.  When it started I thought once you’d had your fun, you’d give me back that bloody tape, and it would be over.”

“But you don’t want it to be over, do you, Jennifer?  That’s why you’re here now.”

“Yes, but it can’t go on for ever, Eric. Sooner or later David would be bound to find out.  And then all hell would break loose.” I reasoned.

He considered this for a moment.  “Well I don’t see how he would find out. I’m certainly not going to tell him, and I doubt you will either, even if you do get an attack of conscience!” I slapped his arm playfully in response to his jibe. “But I take your point.” His face became serious for a moment, then he brightened, “I know! Let’s give it three months.” I looked at him without comprehending. “Three months of fun, then we’ll decide what to do after that.  If either of us want to end it during that time, then fine. At the end of it we can decide what we want to do.  How does that sound?”

“Like some sort of dodgy credit agreement.” I said dryly, “Do you think that would work?”

“Sure it would, listen.” He said, sitting up on the bed, “This is purely about physical and mental pleasure, right? We’re not going to fall in love, you won’t leave David, and I won’t ask you to, yes?”

“Well yes, of course….”

“So by making an agreement we keep all emotions out of it, see?  We can tell ourselves that it’s just a game, a short term thing, and we can bail out at any time.” He looked pleased with himself.

“So we just shake hands on it then?” I asked sarcastically.

“Steady Jennifer, you’ve been a good girl so far today, don’t spoil it now!” He grinned, “But seriously, it would work.”

“And what would I be agreeing to?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“You’d be agreeing to do whatever I told you to do, at any time, for the three months.” He said brusquely.

“And at the end we walk away?”

“Yes, if that’s what we both want, sooner, if it comes to that.  What do you say?” He looked excited.

I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me.  I took a deep breath.  “OK then Eric, I’ll do it.”

He looked at me and smiled smugly, “I knew you would. This is too good not to, isn't it?”

“I suppose so.”

“Good, now from time to time I’ll call you up or send you a text message.  You have to agree to do whatever I order you to do right away, got that?” He said, clearly excited.

“Yes, I’ve got it, Eric.” I said slowly, “Whatever you say, whenever you say it.”

“Excellent! Now, come over here and give me a damn good blow job before you go back to boring old David!”

I slid across the bed and reached for his flaccid cock, began to stroke it and caress it.  Moments later I was sucking and licking enthusiastically, feeling him grow in my mouth.  He was in no hurry to climax, kept me working on him for several minutes.  Finally he tensed and started to shoot into my mouth. I swallowed his entire load, then as he sighed with contentment I sat up, wiped my hand across my mouth and said, “Thank you Eric.”

He grinned at me with complete satisfaction, “You’re welcome.”

Afterwards, I showered in his bathroom while he sat and watched.  We agreed the finer details of our arrangement, including a ‘safe’ word to be used when either of us needed to call a halt. At his insistence, this was to be ‘Christmas’, in memory of my indiscretion.  I dressed while we talked, and then I was ready to leave. He showed me to the door and as I left he patted my bottom and said, “Don't forget to give David his surprise this evening, will you?”

I looked at him, confused for a moment, “Surprise?”

“Your nice little pussy, of course!” He grinned. I felt myself blush again.  “Have a nice weekend, Jennifer, see you Monday, usual time, ok?”

I grinned at him, “Yes Eric.” I said simply, before driving home.