SUBMISSION IN THE SUBURBS
Chapter One.
Don and Beverley were both feeling unusually nervous as they contemplated the
decision they had come to the previous day, and the course of action they had
decided upon. For some months Don and Beverley's sex life hadn't been all that
it could've been.
Beverley had recently lost a baby which initially caused her to reject all
Don's overtures in the marriage bed.
So recent was her loss, she was still lactating copiously. Her mood swings
were very unpredictable and yet she knew that she was hurting Don more than he
or she could bear.
Things had reached breaking point as Don was became frustrated and morose.
Beverley found that, although she was rejecting her husband, she was becoming
insatiable for a sexual coupling after the trauma of miscarriage.
Their love for each other had not diminished but by now Don couldn't perform
with her and felt betrayed by his own body. Beverley, on the other hand, was
becoming more and more frantic for sex, hoping it would assuage the sense of
grief and loss.
They had decided the night previously to discuss the matter and Beverley, in
an agony of frustration, had started to recount her fantasies. She'd been
captivated to discover that Don became more and more intrigued as her cravings
grew more bizarre. Her imagination conjured up her deepest longings for
domination and humiliation till Don was almost breathless with desire. However
when it came to be translated to the bedroom, his sex drive refused to live up
to its promise. They'd decided to visit a pub a good few mile away from their
home that had the reputation of catering to, what can be loosely described as
swinging couples. They were going to enter separately and meet other people
before accidentally meeting one another. Even then they'd keep up the deception
of being complete strangers and see what the night would bring.
Don looked at Beverley proudly. She was wearing a green chiffon blouse with
the jacket of a smart, black two-piece suit buttoned over it. The black pencil
skirt, slightly swelling below her slim waist with the last of the fat from her
incomplete pregnancy, hugged her hips and upper thighs in a provocative fashion
leading the way down her beautiful legs, covered in sheer tan nylon stockings
and dainty, black sling-back high-heels.
She was just putting the finishing touches to her makeup, applying a faint
peach shade to her high cheekbones that complimented the delicate green of her
eye shadow and the classical arch of her eyebrows. She pouted her beautiful lips
to allow the deep pink lipstick to be applied. Beverley had pulled her auburn
hair sideways into a vertical chignon at the back, leaving two free waves
tumbling past her ears to frame her lovely face. Don knew how lucky he was to
have married such a captivating woman.
Beverley caught Don eyeing her in the mirror and said nervously: "Do you
think I'll be pretty enough tonight darling?. The men in there'll like me won't
they? ." Don thought that anyone who didn't would be a blind fool and hastened
to assure her of this.
Beverley flushed and her voice dropped as she whispered: "You won't mind if
someone else picks me up and sees me bare will you?."
Don, really thrilled at the thought, placated his now shy but lustful wife as
they heard the doorbell chime with the arrival of a taxi. Driving was not going
to inhibit them this evening
Beverley eased herself in beside Don in a subtle cloud of expensive perfume.
The cab driver glanced at Beverley in his mirror with undisguised appreciation.
Noticing his looks, Beverley primly tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling
it down to cover her knees.
At Don's suggestion she'd worn a rather small pair of nylon stockings, that
only just came up above her dimpled knees before being caught with white
garter-straps. She was therefore worried that she'd expose her bare thighs to
the taxi driver.
Don saw the inadvertent movement and smiled reassuringly at her.
Getting the message Beverley thought. 'What the hell!. He's right, in view of
what we've got planned this evening.' With that thought in mind she relaxed in
Don's arms, allowing her skirt to slip up her lovely legs, allowing her white
thighs above the stocking tops to become exposed. The cab driver's eyes seemed
to pop out of their sockets as he steeled himself to control his vehicle.
"Let's make the driver's night" whispered Don, excited that his wife could
turn other men on as she did. "Let him see you're knickers sweetheart."
With a little trepidation Beverley twisted herself into Don, cuddling up to
him and letting the tight black skirt slip even further up her lovely legs. She
knew that her knickers must now be on full view to the driver and it thrilled
her beyond belief after the initial feeling of inhibition.
As the fragrant Beverley was kissing him and cuddling up, Don took a furtive
look around. He could see his beautiful wife's ivory thighs reflected by the
street lights. Her skirt had rucked up to the top of her thighs and he could
clearly see the bottom half of Beverley's French knickers. He saw the driver
eyeing this erotic sight lecherously.
Beverley continued to treat the taxi driver to this free show for the whole
twenty miles it took to get to the venue they'd decided upon.
After a half-hour drive they arrived at the pub and Don paid the cab driver
the rather exorbitant fare, then they kissed and entered the pub separately,
Beverley to the ladies room to refresh her makeup and Don to the rather crowded
bar.
Don looked round the place, drinking slowly. After about ten minutes he fell
into conversation with one of the men at the bar who introduced himself as
Sydney 'But not the Australian one Ha, Ha'? Don was sourly un-amused by this
crass attempt at wit but decided that Sydney would indeed fit the bill.
Don ascertained that 'Call me Sid' was indeed on the trail of picking up a
woman and they both began to compare the attributes of the various females in
the bar. After they'd rated three or four of the young ladies, Don brought Sid's
attention to Beverley who was sitting alone at the bar. Sid was in full
agreement with Don that Beverley rated the highest score.
"How would it be if I tried to get her across here with us?" asked Don. Sid
appeared doubtful but Don was already on his way across to Beverley.
"Listen darling" he said in a low voice as he nodded his head in Sydney's
direction: "I've got one over there who seems harmless and he's very taken with
you."
Beverley coolly inspected Sydney who was not bad looking and appeared to be
respectable.
"He'll do for what we want," she said in a husky voice, and accompanied Don
back to his end of the bar, perching herself on the barstool opposite Sydney.
She was now sitting in a private little corner, her back to the rest of the
customers and facing the two men. She was also partially shielded by a large
tropical pot plant that gave a sense of seclusion.
Don got the introductions over with as soon as possible.
Beverley was looking slightly aloof at Sydney who was a little nettled by
this obvious coldness. However, it didn't stop him from admiring this beautiful
and sophisticated woman with the enchanting husky voice.
"How long have you felt the need to come to places like this to pick up a
woman?" Beverley enquired in a superior tone.
Sydney flushed and said: "Probably as long as you've been using them. I
assume that you have come here to get laid?." He was being as rude as possible,
having dismissed Beverley as a likely prospect and wanting to shock her.
Beverley blushed and went on in a somewhat more conciliatory tone
"That might be a possibility. You and Don seem like nice guys. Let's start
again shall we?."
This statement surprised Sydney somewhat, as he thought she might storm off
after his last remark. He relaxed more, and the three of them settled down to a
more intimate conversation.
Beverley spouted the usual lies about how she and her husband didn't love
each other anymore, (Much to Don's amusement), and how she enjoyed coming out to
these swinging pubs for her pleasure.
After one or two more drinks Sydney got bolder and started to ask more and
more outrageous questions. Beverley fielded these quite well, realising that
she'd almost scared him off the first time around. She then hinted at her need
to be dominated and given orders in any sexual situation as she was normally a
very dominant person herself.
Don, encouraging Sid to test the waters, said sternly: "Would you accept our
orders without question for the rest of the night?. Would you call us `Sir' and
obey everything we said?."
Beverley hesitated then, seeing Don's imperceptible acquiescence, she said in
a small voice: "Yes Sir."
Don, more than a little aroused, said: "Right, let's see a little more leg."
Beverley's seductive eyes glanced round the bar and, seeing no one looking at
their group for the moment, turned slightly inwards on the barstool to face the
two men and nervously tugged the hem of her skirt up her legs. The tops of her
stockings just above her knees came into view.
"Higher than that darling" said Don softly. "You'll have to show your
knickers if you want to interest me my and friend."
Beverley made sure that only Don and Sid could see her legs, then she slid
her trembling fingers down to the hem of her skirt again and pulled it up her
lovely legs, revealing her white thighs above the tops of the nylon stockings,
her garter-straps like arrows pointing to her peach, silk-covered vulva. She
looked beautiful thought Don, exposing her most intimate parts to them, her long
eyelashes cast down in acquiescence.
"Pull the crotch to one side." Said Don urgently.
Still with her eye's downcast, Beverley brought her right hand over her legs
and inserted the long scarlet fingernails into the side of the knickers. The two
men watched in delight as she nervously pulled the silk gusset to one side,
baring a very hairy vagina for them to see. She lifted her eyes up and
deliberately opened her legs quite wide for them both to stare at.
"Put your finger in," muttered Sydney in a nervous voice, finally finding the
courage to start ordering Beverley about.
Beverley tilted slightly upwards on the stool and placed her forefinger and
third finger either side of her slit. She pulled it partially open, revealing
the soft pink inner lips and inserted her middle finger with a tiny gasp.
She made a very provocative picture sitting in front of the two men with her
skirt up and her middle finger moving slowly in and out of her vagina. It added
to the intrigue that no one else in the bar was aware of what was happening.
However, at that moment, the barman started to walk in their direction.
This didn't seem to faze the beautiful girl in any way. She still kept on
feeling herself, merely allowing a panel of her black skirt to drop discretely
down to the side of her leg, thus hiding the erotic sight from the man.
Sid was beside himself by this time and suggested they all repair to his
place, where they'd have a little more privacy. Beverley coolly accepted. The
two men got up and headed for the door with Beverley slightly ahead of them.
"Bloody Hell," whispered Sydney to Don "We should be OK with this piece. I've
never seen anyone with the class of this one do anything as suggestive as she
did at the drop of a hat."
They were now about halfway down the deserted lane when Beverley was brought
to a halt by Don's commanding voice.
"I need to pee Beverley."
He stood by a hedge and made it quite plain he wanted Beverley to assist him.
"Yes Sir" said Beverley meekly, swaying seductively over to him.
She undid Don's zip and took out his penis, pointing it into the bushes
whilst he noisily urinated.
After he'd finished she dutifully shook it and replaced it in his trousers.
Sydney was watching this with an expression of disbelief on his face. He could
hardly believe they'd picked up such a live one.
"Don't you need to pee Beverley?." bullied Don.
Now that things had become a little more serious Beverley found herself
blushing and stammering as she said. "Y...yes Sir."
"Right, go to it then," he ordered.
Beverley anxiously plucked at the sides of the smart skirt, when Don ordered:
"No, not here. Over there by the streetlight. We both want to see you."
Beverley moved distractedly across to the streetlight and turned to face the
two men.
"You mean you want me to pee in the street in front of you?. What if someone
else is looking?."
"Well that'll be just tough luck," said Don roughly. Then he added: "Don't
forget the Sir."
"I'm sorry Sir," Beverley quavered. She gave a last nervous glance around and
took hold of the hem of the skirt, pulling it up to her waist to expose her
peach coloured silk knickers to them.
She took the waistband in her hands and pushed them down to her trim ankles.
Lifting one foot out of them she opened her legs wide and bent slightly at the
knees. She looked directly at Sid and said meekly: "Shall I pee now Sir?."
Hot and flustered Sid muttered 'Yes' weakly, never taking his eyes off her
bared vagina, the clitoris peeping through the large bush of hair as a stream of
urine quickly spattered the pavement below the streetlight, gathering in a large
pool between Beverley's open legs.
What a feeling this was for Beverley, so shamelessly urinating in front of
this stranger. She looked down at herself to see a fast and steaming jet of pee
splashing the ground between her legs. "Ooooh... uh... uh..." panted the flushed
and excited girl as she pushed out her hairy lower tummy for them both to see
her better.
Beverley finished peeing and managed to pick up her knickers before they
became wet.
"Right" said Don with authority: "Don't put them back on yet. Just walk ahead
of us till we get to the house. You can keep your skirt pulled up so we can see
your bare bottom."
Beverley turned and walked in front of the two men, holding her skirt up
around her waist so her shapely behind was bared for them to see. The
garter-straps that held up her stockings, neatly framed the cheeks of her bottom
as her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
So, practically naked from the waist down, Beverley led the way on Sydney's
directions till they reached his house, a rather vulgar and ostentatious Mock
Tudor four bed-roomed affair. Don allowed a grateful Beverley to pull on her
knickers and straighten her skirt before entering.
