Synopsis: a mature, happily married woman makes a mistake, which opens up a new world for her.

Note from the author:  I hope you like this story.  I’d love to hear from you if you do!

Alison19622001@yahoo.co.uk

Jennifer’s story.

If only I hadn’t gone to that damned silly Christmas party, none of this would have happened.  I hadn’t wanted to go, of course.  Not my thing at all.  Lots of people you work with all year, all suddenly let loose on the world together, with lots of alcohol thrown in for good measure.  I’ve never been to one which didn’t end with some sort of trouble.  This one was no exception.

There were about twenty of us, all the girls from the accounts department.  It was all Shirley’s idea.  She came up with the idea of us all going out for what she liked to call ‘A slap-up, sooper-dooper meal with lots and lots of drinkies!’. She even found the place, a big, flashy looking hotel, right in the middle of the city. All the rest of us had to do was pay up.  Right from the start I had refused to go, told her straight I didn’t like that sort of thing.  She’d teased and nagged, going on at me almost constantly.  And then she’d started on David, my husband!

He’d come to some after-work retirement party one Friday evening, and she’d started going on at him about how he should let me go out and enjoy myself, instead of keeping me chained to the kitchen sink.  He’d looked at her, and me, in utter astonishment.  He didn’t even know about the meal, much less try to stop me from going!  After a few moments he turned to me and said, “Look love, if you want to go to this then go.  I don’t have any problem with you going out to enjoy yourself.”  Shirley had been delighted!  I tried to explain to both of them that it was me that objected, not David, but they were past caring.  I remember sighing and saying, “Oh for Christ’s sake alright, I’ll come to your bloody meal!”  Finally, she was happy.

A few weeks later and the night of the party arrived.  David had made sure he was at home to look after our two children, Harry and Becky, and after I had made their evening meal I went upstairs and lounged in a long, luxurious hot bath.  David came in to sit with me as I bathed, talking to me about his day, our plans for the weekend, just casual chitchat.  He slipped his hands into the water and began to stroke my breasts.  After more then ten years together he knew exactly how to turn me on and in no time I was practically purring as he teased my nipples, then slipped his hand down to my leg and began to stroke and tickle the smooth, sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Any chance of a quickie?” He asked softly, his fingers moving higher and higher up my thigh. I could feel myself getting aroused, the warm pleasure washing over my body as he gently caressed me.

“Not too quick, I hope!” I smiled at him as he began to stroke my pussy.  He grinned and leaned over to kiss me, his tongue quickly finding mine, his finger slipping between my pussy lips and finding my clit.  My God! He was good! He had me panting and moaning within moments, knew exactly how to set my body aflame.  Before I knew it I was spreading my thighs and pushing my hips up to meet fingers, now teasing me deliciously!  I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark brown hair, pulling him onto me.

“Why don’t you join me in here?” I murmured in his ear before kissing and licking his neck.

He laughed softly before stepping back and pulling his T-shirt over his head, then began to unfasten his jeans.  He pushed his jeans and boxers down to reveal his semi-erect cock.  He had a great body, and even after all the years we’d been together I still enjoyed the view! He stepped forward, a warm smile gracing his handsome face. He was about to step into the warm, soapy water when our seven-year-old son, Harry called from outside the door, “Dad, it’s grandpa on the phone, says he needs to speak to you about something.”

David’s shoulders sagged visibly.  There were never any brief conversations with his father.  Arthur could talk for England! David shrugged and sighed in resignation, “Tell him I’ll be right down.” He said, his disappointment obvious.  He turned to me and smiled apologetically. 

“Sorry love!  I’d better go and see what he wants this time!”  He pulled his T-shirt back on, hoisted his trousers back into place and left the bathroom, leaving me feeling cheated and a little frustrated.  I slipped my hand down between my thighs and began to stroke my pussy lips.  I could still taste David, smell him.  I closed my eyes and imagined he was still there, stroking my pussy.  I began to tease my clit, the warmth of the bath water heightening its’ sensitivity.  I cupped and stroked each breast, gently squeezing my nipples until they started to stiffen.  I sank down in the water, opening my legs wide and relaxing into the pleasure emanating from my boobs and pussy. 

And then I was suddenly roused from my private thoughts as David returned to the room.  He was still chatting away to his father on the phone.  “Yeah, well that sounds fine to me dad, just hang on a minute and I’ll ask Jennifer.”  He covered the mouthpiece of the phone, then rolled his eyes skyward and smiled.  “Dad wants to know if we can all go to their place for his birthday next year.”

I looked at him in amazement.  “Love, his birthday is in May!  That’s five months away!  Does he need to know right now?”

“Apparently so.  The restaurants book up really early, he says.” David grinned at the silliness of the conversation.  I couldn’t help it, I grinned back.  “Sure!” I giggled, “Tell him I’ll put it in the calendar.  Now could I please have a little privacy while I have a bath?”

He chuckled, then put the phone to his ear, “Jennifer says that’s fine dad.  Yeah, she says it’s a good idea to get things organised in plenty of time!” He turned and winked at me.  I threw a sponge at him as he went through the door, then sank back into the water again.  I was about to resume my intimate attentions, when the door opened again.  David smiled sheepishly.  “Sorry about this, darling, but mum wants a word.”

I took the phone and began to speak to David’s mum while he sat next to the bath and grinned at me.  His mother rattled on about nothing in particular for what seemed like ages.  Finally David held out his arm and pointed to his watch. I gasped with shock, it was much later than I thought.  I quickly made my apologies to his mother, explaining that I was going out with the girls, then handed the phone back to David. I quickly got out of the bath and dried myself before applying moisturiser.  Wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I made my way to the bedroom.

I let the robe fall to the floor, then looked at myself in the mirror.  ‘Not bad’ I thought, ‘not bad at all!’  Despite having the children I had managed to retain my figure, was still the same size I’d been on our wedding day.  At five feet four I was about average height, my chestnut brown hair flowed past my shoulders.  I cupped my breasts in each hand, weighing them.  They were still firm and fleshy, a comfortable 34B.  There were only a couple of faint stretch marks as evidence of my two pregnancies, and my waist was still slim.  I let my eyes drop past my neatly trimmed bush and over my legs. I never thought these were one of my best features.  Whilst they were shapely enough, I had always wished they had been longer.  I turned and looked over my shoulder.  David had always said that my bum was my best feature!  He used to love to stroke and caress it, and often, when we made love, he would take hold of each cheek and pull my hips up to meet his. 

I was satisfied with how I looked, and set about applying make-up and preparing my hair.  Then I started to get dressed.  I put on my black satin panties and matching suspender belt.  The dress I had selected didn’t really allow for a bra underneath.  Sheer stockings completed the ensemble, and I giggled to myself as I examined myself in the mirror.  At that point David came into the room and stood to admire the view.  He took a step towards me, licking his lips and smiling.  I knew what he had in mind, of course, and felt a pang of disappointment when I heard myself say, “Darling I don’t have time for that now!  I’m going to be late as it is.” 

“Trust my parents to pick that moment to call!” He muttered, “Who needs contraceptives when you’ve got parents with timing like that!”

We both giggled.  “Listen, I’ll try not to be late.  Maybe you’ll still feel frisky when I get home?”

“Oh, I think I might just manage that.  Jesus! You look stunning.” He said as he took in the sight of me in my little black dress and stiletto heels.  I picked up my coat and gave him a peck on the cheek before finding my children and giving them their goodnight kisses. I had just finished saying goodnight to them when the taxi with two of the other girls in it, drew up.  I quickly joined them, and we sped off to the city to meet up with the rest.

The meal itself was nothing remarkable, but there was lots of wine being drunk by all of us, and a great deal of banter between us and the tables around ours.  Close to where I was sitting was a table of about eight young men, all in their early twenties.  They seemed to be having a good time, and they kept up steady stream of remarks to us.  It all seemed good natured, and by the time we finished our deserts we were at the stage of introducing ourselves. 

As the tables were cleared we made our way to the bar and the young men followed.  We were soon chatting away happily, with plenty of laughter on all sides.  One of them introduced himself to me as Jason. He was about six feet four, with a powerful build.  His face was ruggedly handsome, and clearly he was used to women finding him attractive.  He flashed his smile at me and offered to buy me a drink.  I agreed and he quickly returned from the bar with glasses in hand.  One drink quickly led to another, and another.  I felt it all going to my head and I lost balance slightly, leaning against Jason for support before starting to giggle!  Jason giggled too, and then steered me to a nearby table, where he eased me gently into a chair, then sat next to me. 

“I’m sorry about that!” I giggled again, “But all that wine has gone straight to my head.  I don’t normally drink anything like this much, you see.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it!  It’s Christmas, right?  Everyone should let their hair down, enjoy themselves!”  He reached out and squeezed my thigh, conspiratorially.

Normally I would have brushed his hand away, made my excuses and left.  I had never even come close to being unfaithful to David, had never been tempted.  That night however, I let his hand rest on my thigh, smiled back at him.  He carried on chatting away, apparently in no hurry to push his luck any further.  He asked about my job, my family, my age.  When I told him I was a thirty-six year-old mother of two he seemed genuinely surprised.  He told me he was twenty-two, and had just finished university, where he had studied engineering.

After a couple more drinks he was able to persuade me onto the dance floor.  Normally I won’t go near the thing, but he gently coaxed me and teased me until I finally agreed.  We danced to a couple of lively tunes, and then a slow dance started.  I made to leave but he pulled me to him and began to sway seductively. I let him embrace me, and fell into step with his rhythm. 

His hands began to stroke my back, then slowly climbed until he was stroking my neck and shoulders.  It was dark in the disco, and the combination of wine, music, the warmth of his body and the gentleness of his touch soon had me sighing with pleasure.  Another slow dance followed, and this time he let his hands slip down my back until he was stroking my bum.  I made no objection, feeling my body begin to respond as it had done with David earlier that evening.  I looked up at Jason, and then he leant down and kissed me.

His mouth was tender and warm, he tasted of wine.  Without hurry he pushed his tongue gently into my mouth.  His large hands continued to stroke my bottom, pulling me closer into him.  I could feel his stiff cock bulge in his trousers, pushing into my soft flesh, and felt a thrill run through me.  His hands slipped up to my waist, then gently stroked the sides of my breasts.  I felt my nipples stiffen at once at the delicious sensations he was rousing in me.  I knew what I was doing was wrong.  I had never been unfaithful to David, had never even given so much as a kiss to another man, and there I was letting some young stranger’s hands roam almost at will. 

I told myself I could stop at any time, and fully intended that dance to be the last.  As the music faded Jason broke our kiss and looked down at me. He smiled warmly, then took me by the hand and began to lead me from the dance floor.  I followed unquestioningly, letting him guide me through the press of bodies.  Before I knew what was happening he had steered me through a fire exit and into a car park.  There were only a few cars in there, and no one was around.  There was no sound, except for the faint music coming from the disco. It seemed cool and airy in comparison to the disco, and the lighting seemed harsh.  And then he drew me to him and kissed me again.

The cooler air began to sober me up, and I began to pull away from him, intending to leave.  He had other ideas, grabbing my bottom and pulling my hips into his.  His kiss became more insistent, more urgent.  We stepped back as one until I was leaning against the wall, then he raised a hand and began to caress my right breast. The sensations were delicious.  My resolve began to weaken, I relaxed into his embrace, and then all resistance left me as he slipped his hand into my top and began to gently knead my breast.  He quickly found my nipple, began to circle it with his thumb. I felt it stiffen, and then in one smooth movement he ducked his head and pushed my dress aside, exposing my breast to him.  He began to kiss and lick my nipple, causing me to sigh with pleasure. He clamped his mouth over my breast, began to flick at the nipple with his tongue.  I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling my arousal growing rapidly.

I tried to gather my thoughts.  This was totally out of character for me; I had never done anything like this before.  Once again I tried to push him away but he pushed my top aside, exposing my left breast and began to stroke and caress it as he sucked and kissed the other.  I heard myself moan with pleasure, and then I felt his free hand begin to caress my leg.  He quickly found the hem of my dress and began to push his hand upwards.  I was panting and gasping, sharp spikes of pleasure ran through me like electricity as he played with my breasts.  His hand was climbing steadily higher.  He groaned with pleasure as he reached my stocking-top, then began to gently stroke the smooth, sensitive skin there.  I tried to tell myself to stop this, to make him stop, but was unable to find the words.  Instead I gasped as his fingers reached the top of my thigh.

I felt him gently pushing my thigh, silently urging me to open my legs.  I hesitated for barely a moment before allowing my thighs to part.  His fingers began to stroke my pussy through the sheer fabric of my panties.  I felt wonderfully, deliciously wanton as this total stranger stroked and sucked my breasts and began his slow exploration of my most intimate place.  His fingers pressed more firmly, applying gentle pressure to my pussy lips, and then he reached for the waistband and began to slip his fingers inside.  I held my breath as his hand slowly pushed down into my panties.  He reached the top of my bush and lingered for a moment or two, stroking the hairs there before resuming his descent.

Finally, he reached the top of my slit. I could feel his finger tip press gently on the base of my clit, and then he ran his finger along my slit.  I heard my breath escape with a sibilant hiss as my tension dispersed.  I opened my legs a little more to help him, and then he slipped a finger between my lips.  I was soaking wet!  He grunted as he ran his finger between my lips, his fingertip barely penetrating my tunnel before he withdrew it.  And then he began to stroke my clit.  Bright colours exploded inside my head as he gently teased and stroked my delicate bud.  I was lost in a sea of pure ecstasy!  I felt the beginnings of an orgasm start and heard myself moaning “Oh God!”   Jason just grunted again and carried on driving me higher and higher.

And then he suddenly fell to his knees and began to push my dress up my thighs.  In moments it was bunched up around my waist and he had taken hold of the waistband of my satin panties and had begun to inch them lower.  I was unable or unwilling to stop him, watched in fascination as he pulled them down over my hips, down to my knees and then pushed them gently down to my ankles.  I stepped out of them as he pushed my thighs apart, and then he leaned forward and kissed the very top of my slit.  I felt a shudder run though my entire body, followed by an enormous jolt of pleasure as his tongue began to tease and lick at my clit.

The sensations were almost too much as his tongue writhed around between my folds.  He began to suck on my clit, his tongue repeatedly running across the sensitive bud, I felt a finger start to ease into my tunnel.  I reached down and grabbed his hair, pushing my hips forward, thrusting my pussy onto his mouth.  He grunted again and drove his finger deep into my pussy.  I started to come, gasping and moaning, oblivious to my surroundings or the fact that I was betraying my husband, aware only of the crashing waves of pleasure surging over me.  My knees almost gave way as my climax reached its’ peak, and then he slowly stood up and I fell against him, gasping for breath.

As I began to recover I felt him take hold of my hand and place it over the bulge in his trousers.  I felt his cock twitch as I touched it.  It felt huge!  I opened my eyes in surprise to see him smiling at me mischievously.   Without thinking I began to rub at the bulge, feeling it swell still further.  I reached for the zip of his trousers and slowly lowered it then reached inside.  I wormed my hand into his boxer shorts and began to caress his cock.  I slowly drew it out of his trousers and looked down at it.  It was a perfectly respectable length, but nothing unusual, but its’ girth was massive!  It was so thick I could hardly wrap my fingers around it.  As I stroked it the foreskin rolled back to reveal the large, swollen purple head.

He put his hands on my shoulders and gently, but firmly pushed me to my knees. I knelt down in front of him, fascinated, then kissed the head, feeling it twitch with pleasure.  I opened my mouth and drew him into me, licking at the glans.  I heard him sigh with pleasure as I began to bob my head up and down on his straining cock.  I ran my fingers along the shaft, feeling the hot, smooth skin, then sucked at him gently.  He opened his belt and trousers, letting them fall to his knees, then pushed his boxers down too.  I began to caress his heavy balls, feeling his sack tighten at my touch.  I sucked and licked at him, stroking his balls, flicking my tongue over his glans, savouring his grunts and gasps of pleasure. 

I was expecting him to come in my mouth, began to brace myself for the sudden spurts, but then he reached down and pulled me to my feet.  He pushed me back against the wall and lifted my dress, then stepped between my thighs, spreading them once again.  He took hold of his throbbing cock and placed it at the entrance to my pussy, running the head along my slit.  New jolts of pleasure ran though me.  I looked into his eyes to see him smile again, and the he pushed his hips forward and began to slide his cock into me.

I moaned and opened my legs wider, trying to accommodate his shaft.  I felt him slowly slide into me, pushing deeper and deeper.  He ran his hand across my face, my mouth.  I drew his fingers into my mouth, began to suck on them as I’d sucked his cock.  He grunted again then pushed again, sending his shaft deep into me.  I groaned as I felt his pubes against mine, and then he began to stroke into me, using strong, smooth strokes.  His hands snaked around me and cupped my bottom, lifting me off the floor.  I threw my hands around his neck to steady myself, and then he drove into me with a new urgency which was almost savage.  I began to whimper with each stroke, my body lost in the pleasure of the moment.

After some time he lifted me off his cock, let me slide to my feet and then positioned me over the bonnet of a nearby car.  I was still gasping and panting as he stood behind me, lifted my dress once more and pushed my legs apart.  He placed his cock at my entrance and drove in up to the hilt in one shattering stroke.  I fell forward onto the car, gasping and moaning, only for him to lift me up again and begin to pound his cock into me furiously.  He grabbed hold of my breasts, still exposed from his earlier attentions, and began to gently pull on my nipples. I glanced over my shoulder at him, could see his face contorted in concentration.

“Come on then you big bastard!” I gasped at him, “Give it all to me.”  He looked up at me and grinned, then rammed his weapon into me and tensed.  I felt his cock twitch inside me, then felt him spurting into me.  I climaxed again as he filled me with his jism, his hot breath on my neck.  Finally, I felt his cock begin to soften and he slipped it from me.  I fell against the car again, my mind and body completely shattered by the intensity of the orgasms I’d experienced. 

I was beginning to recover when I heard him zip up his trousers.  I stood up, a little unsteadily, and turned to face him.  He grinned at me, winked, then said, “Thanks for that, love.  See you!”  And then he calmly turned and walked away, slipping back into the disco through the same fire escape.  I was completely lost for words, didn’t even have time to respond.  I suddenly realised that I was standing in a car park at night, completely alone.  Not only that, but I was virtually naked! 

I quickly pulled my dress back into place, covering my breasts, then looked around for my panties.  I found them near the door, where I had stepped out of them, and quickly pulled them back on.  Then I went back into the disco.  I made my way back to our table, found my bag and made for the toilets. I examined myself in the mirror.  Apart from my makeup needing a bit of refreshing, I looked completely normal.  I smiled to myself, wondering what I’d expected!  Was there a particular look to women who had it off with strangers in a car park, I wondered?  I fixed my make up and went back to my seat.

“Blimey Jennifer!  Where have you been?” One of the girls exclaimed. I began to babble something about meeting an old friend, but she wasn’t listening.  “You’ve missed it all!  Shirley and Carol have both gone off with blokes! Yes, I know, both of them, and them married as well!  You should have seen them, though, off they went with these young blokes, looking like the cat that’s had the cream!”

“You mean the cats that were going to get the cream!”  Another said.  They all laughed loudly.

“So where did you go?”  I was asked again.

“Oh, I felt a bit faint so I went and found somewhere quiet for a bit.” I said, hoping I sounded convincing.

“Because the last I saw of you was when you were talking to that big fellow, you know the one?”

“Oh, him!” I giggled, “Yes, well, he was after the same old thing.  When I told him I was married he lost interest and went off.  That was the last I saw of him.”

“Typical!”  They all muttered.

After a few more minutes I made my excuses and left, hailing a taxi as I went out onto the street.  The journey hole was uneventful, and I sneaked quietly into the house, not wanting to wake anyone. It was much later than I said I’d be, almost two in the morning, and the whole house was in darkness.  I took off my shoes, stockings and suspenders at the foot of the stairs, and crept up to our bedroom.  David was fast asleep and didn’t stir as I let my dress fall to the floor and slipped into bed next to him.  He grunted, then turned over.  I fell asleep almost at once.  The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was the face of Jason as he looked down at me, watching as I sucked his thick, throbbing cock.  I sighed happily and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning with a massive hangover!  My head pounded and my stomach felt queasy.  When I sat up in bed the pain grew worse, and I slumped back down again. 

“Well, well, what time did you come home last night, or should I say this morning?”  David asked with a chuckle.  “Had a good time, did we?”  I groaned, he chuckled again.  “Here, I brought you some coffee, it might help.  You’re going to have to do better than this if you’re going to be a party animal again, you know!”  He laughed.

“OH God!” I groaned, “I never want to see the inside of a disco ever again!  Oh I feel awful, just bloody awful!”

David laughed at my misery.  “Well it’s like you always say when I’ve over done it; I’ve no sympathy for you, it’s a self-inflicted wound!”  When I groaned again he giggled, then said, “OK, I’ll let you have some sympathy.  You drink your coffee, I’ll go and run the shower, you’ll feel better when you’ve freshened up.”  He made his way to the bathroom, whistling happily.  Moments later I heard the shower run and he called, “Ready when you are, party girl!”

I took a sip of coffee, then shuffled to the bathroom, my robe draped over me.  He gave me a brief kiss on the forehead before leaving me alone.  “I’m off to the shop for the papers, I’ll take the kids.  See you soon.”  I slipped my robe off my shoulders, then pushed my satin panties down to my knees and let them fall to the floor, where I stepped out of them.  I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror.  Christ! I looked rough! I groaned again then stepped into the shower cubicle.  The hot water felt wonderful and I immediately began to revive.  I poured shower gel onto my hands and began to soap my body.  I gently rubbed my hands between my legs, lathering my bush and carefully washing my pussy.  It was then that I felt Jason’s jism.  For a moment I was confused, as I knew David and I hadn’t made love last night, and I couldn’t figure out where it had come from. 

And then I remembered.

Suddenly it all came back to me.  The dancing, the car park, his hands, his tongue, his cock! And then I remembered being bent over a car, with my skirt up around my waist and my panties several feet away as he drove his thick monster into me.  I let out an involuntary shriek of dismay as all the sordid details began to come back to me.  I began to scrub at my body in desperation, anxious to clean every last trace of Jason from me. I spent ages in the shower, using massive quantities of shower gel.  Finally, I stepped out of the cubicle, my skin flushed and pink.  I looked at myself in the mirror again.  It looked like me, but it didn’t feel like me.  How could I have behaved in such a way?

I tried to blot it out, told myself to forget about it.  It was a one-off, an aberration.  What did they call it, a momentary lapse of judgement. I persuaded myself that no one would ever know.  No one apart from me, of course. And Jason.  I reassured myself that it probably meant nothing to him, nothing more than a quickie.  He probably couldn’t even remember my name this morning, couldn’t care less anyway!

I had pulled myself together, then went back into the bedroom. I pulled on a clean pair of knickers, a bra and my favourite old rugby shirt and jeans, then set about clearing up after myself.  I picked up my dress, which smelled strongly of beer and cigarettes, my suspender belt and bra from the previous evening.  When I picked up my stockings I noticed the stains on the top of one.  Unmistakably semen stains.  I quickly put them in the bin, put the rest of my things in the washing basket.  I went into the bathroom again and picked up my satin panties.  They stank of sex!  It was all I could do to touch them, and there was a massive stain in them.  I shuddered and threw them away too.  Mustn’t leave evidence lying around, I told myself.

David and the kids returned some time later.  I was just finishing another cup of coffee, and was beginning to feel human again.  David still thought it hilarious that I’d got so drunk I had a hangover, and I resigned myself to plenty of teasing about it. 

We spent the rest of the day together as a family.  Because of his work, David travelled a lot, frequently away for days at a time, so it was something special for us all to be together for the weekend.  Every now and again I would remember what I’d done the previous evening.  I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been, how much I’d risked by not telling Jason to keep his hands to himself.  I was thankful that no one knew my sordid secret, or so I thought.

Two weeks later and my world was turned upside down.  Everyone in the village where we lived was invited to a pre-Christmas party at the manor house.  This was a regular event as the owner of the house, a local businessman called Eric Stevens, liked to host a party.  David, the kids and me had gone along on a few occasions, and they were fairly pleasant events.  Eric tried his best to be a genial host, and his hospitality couldn’t be faulted, but I never really warmed to him.  There was something about the way he looked women over, particularly the younger ones, that I didn’t like. I always felt he was assessing us, even undressing us in his mind.  David thought I was being silly.  He liked Eric, often going out for a drink with him and a few other men from the village, despite the fact that Eric was a good fifteen years older than us both.

On the evening in question we made our way on foot through the village to Eric’s place, a grand looking Victorian manor house on the outskirts of the village.  It was decorated with pretty coloured lights, and a huge fir tree, also decorated, stood in the entrance hall.  Eric greeted each of us as though we were old friends, taking coats and inviting us to help ourselves to drinks and food.  He lived alone, had never married, and clearly he spared himself no luxury.  His home was filled with antiques, as well as the latest home entertainment items such as a large plasma screen TV.

A play area had been set up for the children, and our two immediately joined in with several of their friends.  David spotted a couple of the boys and went over to speak to them.  I drifted around the house, having casual conversations with several of my friends.  At one point I stopped to admire a watercolour on the wall.  It was a gentle landscape, and I was lost in its’ detail when a voice in my ear made me jump.

“I was hoping I could have a quick word with you.”  I looked ‘round, startled.  It was Eric.

“Sorry Eric!” I laughed, “I didn’t see you coming”

“I didn’t mean to startle you, plenty of time for that later” He grinned.  I was puzzled by his comment, decided to ignore it.

“What did you want to talk about?”  I asked.

He looked around furtively. “Not here Jennifer, too many eyes and ears.  I need to speak to you in private.  Could you slip away for half an hour tomorrow morning, do you think?”

“I expect so, Eric.  What’s all this about?”

“I’ve been planning a bit of a surprise for David, actually, and I need to run the details past you.  David mentioned you don’t work on Fridays, that’s why I asked if you could call ‘round tomorrow.  That is ok, isn’t it?”  He smiled at me.  I was baffled! Why would he be planning a surprise for David?  After a moments pause I nodded.  “Excellent!” He beamed, “What time should I expect you?”

“Well, let’s say nine thirty, would that be ok?”  I suggested.

“Perfect!” He beamed again, “See you then, and remember, it’s a surprise, so not a word to David, ok?” He winked at me as he slipped away.  I shook my head in bemusement, then went back to the party.

After a couple of hours people began to drift away.  I could see our children were beginning to tire, so I gathered them together and made for the door, glancing over at David, who was still talking to the drinking club.  He came over to me and grinned sheepishly, “Would you mind if I stayed for another couple of drinks, love?”  He asked apologetically.  He looked so boyish and appealing I couldn’t refuse, and besides, I still felt guilty about my moment of madness with Jason.

“That’s fine, love, just remember, you’ve got a long journey tomorrow, don’t stay up drinking too late.”

He held his hand up solemnly, “I promise!” He said.  I grinned again, then shepherded the children out into the cold evening air.  They were exhausted by the time we got home and went to bed without complaint.  I poured myself a glass of wine and sat back to wait for David. It was a long wait as it turned out. David didn’t arrive back until past eleven o’clock.  When he came in he looked unusually serious, I looked at him quizzically.

“David? What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s nothing really.  One of the guys, Ian, he just found out his wife’s been having it off with another bloke.  He’s pretty messed up too, poor fellow.  Apparently it’s been going on for nearly six months. She met him at the office party. How predictable was that?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, suddenly feeling vulnerable.  “How did he find out?” I asked, trying to sound only vaguely interested.

“One of his so called mates told him.  Seems lots of his supposed friends at work knew all about it, probably had a right good laugh behind his back, bastards!  Christ! I’m so glad you and I aren’t anything like that, I couldn’t stand that love.”

I felt my heart beat quicken, my stomach fluttered.  I put on my most reassuring smile, “No, nor me, darling.  Poor Ian.” 

David poured himself another drink then sat, deep in thought.  I made my way up to bed, grateful that he didn’t want to discuss it further.  As I began to undress I noticed that my hands were shaking with nerves. I quickly got into bed and turned out the light.  When David finally came up some time later I pretended to be asleep.  I lay in bed listening to the steady sound of his breathing, unable to forget the look of pain on his face as he empathised with his suffering friend.  Once again I cursed myself for my liaison with Jason, telling myself yet again how stupid I’d been, and how fortunate to have got away with it.

David got up early the following day and was off to work before I got the kids out of bed.  I knew he would be away all day, not returning until late that evening.  I made breakfasts and packed lunches, then took the children to school.  As I waved them goodbye I glanced at my watch, ten past nine.  Just time to drive over to Eric’s, my curiosity aroused.

I drove up the long driveway to Eric’s house and parked my small hatchback next to his Jaguar.  Then I rang the doorbell and waited. After a few moments the door opened and Eric stood beaming at me once more,  “Ah, you made it.  Good! Come in my dear, come in.” He smiled at me.  He reminded me of some sort of predator.

“Eric, what’s all this cloak and dagger stuff about?”

“I wanted you to have a look at something, before I give it to your husband.’ He grinned.  He motioned for me to follow him into his lounge. “Have a look, tell me what you think.”  He pressed a button on a remote control and the plasma screen TV sprang into life.  The screen flickered for a moment, and then a grainy black and white image appeared on the screen.  I watched without comprehending for a moment.  It seemed to be CCTV image of a car park.  I wondered what on earth he was showing it to me for, and then a door opened and two people walked out into the car park, a large man and a smaller woman.  My heart began to beat faster as I began to understand what he was showing me.

The two people on the screen began to kiss passionately.  The camera zoomed in on them, their heads filling the screen for a moment before it zoomed out again.   The man slipped his hand into her top, pushing the black material away, exposing her breast, then dropped his head and took the breast in his mouth.  I looked in appalled silence as the camera zoomed in once again, this time on my face.  It was clearly me.  I was unable to deny it, and my face showed exactly how much I was enjoying Jason’s attentions.  I turned to look at Eric, who was watching me with an amused look on his face.

“Where did you get this?” I asked, my voice trembling noticeably.

“One of my assistants brought it to me.  He was in the security office at the car park and found a couple of the guys there making a copy.  He watched it with them, thought I might find it amusing.  We keep a library of this stuff, you know? For some reason people are always going into one of my car parks for a shag, we keep copies of the films for a laugh!  Of course when I watched it I recognised you at once.  You look far prettier in the flesh, if you don’t mind me saying, but I can’t fault your performance!”

“One of ‘your’ car parks?” I asked in a daze.

“That’s right.  I have six of them around the county. Part of my business empire, and a very lucrative, not to say amusing part too.”  He grinned again.  I looked back at the screen.  The image was very clear.  Jason sucking on my breast, his hand buried between my thighs.  As I watched in horror the camera focused on him as he knelt down and lifted my skirt before pulling my panties down. Then his head was buried between my thighs and the image on the screen clearly showed my face as I gasped and sighed with pleasure, both my breasts exposed.

“Jesus Christ, Eric, turn it off.  Turn it off, please.” I begged.

“But you haven’t seen the best bit yet, Jennifer.  It’s the bit with you bent over the car bonnet, holding your dress up while the young stud there gives it to you from behind and you just love it!  Don’t you want to see that bit?  You’re very good in it, I must say.”

Panic began to rise in me.  “Please Eric, please turn it off.  Please. I can’t stand this.”

He grinned again, then pressed the remote.  The TV died instantly.  I felt light-headed.  I stood staring at the floor, unable to form a coherent thought, unable to move.  I felt suddenly sick, turned and ran to the toilet and retched repeatedly, falling to my knees.  After a few moments he picked me up and steered me to a chair.  “Come on now, sit down and get your breath back.  I can see this has been a bit of a shock!” He chuckled.

I looked at him in amazement.  “A bit of a shock?” I echoed.

He laughed out loud.  “Your face when you realised what I was showing you, priceless!”  He laughed again.  “I wonder of David will see the funny side?”  He mused.

“David? But you can’t, Eric, you mustn’t.  Eric, he’s your friend for God’s sake.  This would break his heart. Please, Eric, please say you won’t let him see this, please.” 

“But it’s because I’m his friend that I feel I really ought to give this to him, you see.  I mean, if he found out say six months from now, and all his mates had seen it, well I can quite understand how devastated he would be.  That’s why I feel he should see it now.”

I was gripped by panic.  I stood up and made a dive for the DVD player.  Eric was too quick for me, simply stood in front of me and barred my way.  He pushed me backwards, then sniggered at me.

“Now then, Jennifer, that really wasn’t a clever move, was it?  Do you think that this is the only copy?” Another laugh, “This is just the first.  The master is safely tucked away where you can’t get it.  And if I chose to I can make as many copies as I want.  Perhaps one each for all of David’s friends, even one each for every man in the village? Then one posted on the Internet, one for the men where you work.  One for your bosses, of course.  Another for the head teacher, yes that would make your parent / teacher chats a bit more interesting, wouldn’t it?” He sniggered again.

I listened in stunned silence as he continued to outline how he could utterly humiliate me.  I was completely terrified, unable to think, unable to respond in any way.  Finally, he stopped talking.

“How does that sound to you, Jennifer?”

“Please Eric.” I stammered, trying to hold back the tears. “Please, I beg you, don’t do this to me.  Please.   I don’t know why I did it, and I’ve been truly sorry ever since.  I’ve never done that before, I swear, never even looked at another man since I met David, I promise …”

“They all say that, Jennifer. ‘Oh I never did it before darling, I promise’” He mimicked.  “Some idiots believe it of course, only to be made a fool of again and again.  How do you think David will react? Will he believe it was a one-off?  Or will he think that this was the latest in a long line of cocks you’ve had up you?”

“Stop it!” I sobbed. “David will believe me, I know he will. If I tell him it was just that once, and that I’ve never been with another man, of course he’ll believe me, I know he will.”  I sounded desperate, even to my own ears.

“Fine!” he grinned, “Then you have nothing to worry about. I’ll get some more copies made, and you can explain it all to Dear David.”

He looked at me triumphant.  He was waiting for me to admit defeat, knew I wouldn’t take the chance of David seeing that film, couldn’t inflict that on him.  After a few tense moments I gave in.

“Eric, I love David very much.  I wouldn’t hurt him for the world.  I know he’d believe me over this, but isn’t there some way we can avoid hurting him?  Please, Eric, help me.”

“You’re asking me to help you keep your dirty little secret, is that right?”

“Oh God, please Eric, please, I’ll do anything.  Please help me.”

“Anything?”

“Oh God, yes! Yes, I’ll do anything.” I babbled, not realising what was coming.

“Ok then, Jennifer, I’ll tell you what I want in return for my silence and help.”

“Anything Eric, just name it.”

“I want you.”

“I’m sorry?  I don’t understand.” I stammered.

“I want you.” He repeated slowly, deliberately.  Still I looked at him stupidly, not comprehending.  He saw my confusion, smiled at me and explained.  “I want to have the same kind of fun with you as your young stud there, get it?”

I looked at him in sheer horror.  “What? You mean you want …. You want me to … you want to?”

“Fuck you; yes.”  He said with another grin.

“I, er, I, no, Eric, please, I mean, er, we’re friends, you and David are friends.” I laughed nervously.  “I understand now, this was your little joke!  You don’t really want me to, er, I mean, you wouldn’t take advantage of me like this, I know, I, er…”

“I’m one hundred percent serious.” He said calmly.  “Either you come upstairs with me, right now, or I make the call that starts the copies being made.  Your choice.”

I felt like a cornered animal.  “Right now?  Jesus Eric, you can’t mean that, you don’t mean that.  Look you’ve had your fun, and scared me silly into the bargain, now please give me the master copy.  Please!” I was almost screaming at him.

He stood up slowly, then looked at me directly.  “Jennifer, you know I’m not messing around here.  I’ve always wondered what you’d be like between the sheets.  Such a prissy, fussy little hen when you’re all dressed up, but as we’ve seen, you can be a bit of a vixen when you want to be.  I want some of that, and I’m going to get it today.  Right now. Or Davy boy gets this, special delivery.  It’s make your mind up time, Jennifer.  What’s it going to be?”

I was distraught.  Tears were running freely down my face.  I looked at him imploringly.  “Please don’t do this Eric.” I whispered.  His response was to reach out and gently cup my right breast.  I gasped with shock and stepped back from him.  He chuckled again.

“I see.  Well, you better say goodbye to village life then, Jennifer.  When this gets out not a single soul will give you the time of day.  Everyone’s sympathies will be with poor, betrayed, humiliated David.”  He took hold of my arm, began leading me towards the door.  “You can go now. It was nice knowing you Jennifer.”

My mind was completely blank, I was unable to think for a moment.  We neared the front door. Panic and desperation overwhelmed me.  All I could see in my mind’s eye was David’s sorrowful face.

“No, wait!”  I begged.

“No more waiting, Jennifer, I gave you your chance, told you how you could save yourself, but you’re just too bloody stupid to accept it.  Oh sure, you’ll let yourself get fucked by some kid in a car park, but you’d lose everything rather than spread your legs for me.  Well fine!  Keep your pussy to yourself, I doubt if David will be bothering you for any after he sees the film.” 

“Wait!  Please stop, I’ll do it.”  I yelled.  He stopped abruptly.

“You’ll do what, Jennifer?”

“I’ll go to bed with you.” I stammered.  He grinned lecherously at me.

“I was beginning to think you’d never see sense!”  He chuckled.  “No point in going though all that hassle when you can make me your friend and protector just by being friendly.”  He moved closer to me, began to stretch his arm out towards my breast again.  I gritted my teeth, forced myself to stand still.  His fingers began to circle my breast, moving gradually closer to my nipple.  “There now.  That doesn’t hurt, does it?”  He asked sweetly.  I forced a smile and shook my head, still not trusting myself to speak.

“Good girl.” He smarmed as he continued to fondle my breast. I felt my skin crawl.  “Now why don’t we go upstairs and make ourselves comfortable?”  It sounded like the most reasonable thing in the world, two lovers adjourning to the bedroom for some sport! I felt utter revulsion.  Fighting back nausea I let him lead me to the stairs. 

“After you.” He grinned, motioning for me to climb them ahead of him.  I took the first two steps nervously, then heard him start to climb behind me.  I glanced over my shoulder to see him smiling to himself and examining my bottom as I walked in front of him.  I felt another shudder of revulsion shoot through me.  I could almost feel his eyes burning into me as he stared at my body.  I climbed the stairs slowly, desperately trying to think of a way out of this without losing David.  By the time I reached the top of the stairs I had to admit defeat, if only to myself.  Eric could destroy my marriage, my family, if he wanted, and I knew better now than to appeal to his better nature.  Clearly, the bastard didn’t have one.

At the top of the stairs I stopped, unsure of the way to go.  Eric moved smoothly past me, taking my hand as he did so.  “This way, sweetheart!” He chuckled as he led me into the bedroom.  I looked around me, stunned.  It was a huge room with a massive window on one wall, which looked out onto rolling hills. The room was tastefully decorated and furnished, and was dominated by a king-sized oak bed.  There were mirrors on every wall, which made the room look even bigger.  Eric sat down on the bed and looked at me with a lecherous grin on his face.

“OK then Jennifer, let’s have a look at you.”   I stood before him, immobile, as he looked me up and down.  “Not bad. Not bad at all.” He grinned, “Now take your things off so I can have a proper look.”

My mouth was completely dry, my fingers shaking.  I felt as though I would be sick at any moment.  With the exception of my drunken liaison at the Christmas party, the only person who had seen me naked in over ten years was my husband.  Now I was in the bedroom of one of his friends, who was watching me like a hawk, and I knew I had no option but to do everything he said.

“Come on love, I haven’t got all day!  Get your kit off!  Start with your top, I want to have a good look at your tits.”

I could hear my heart pounding, the deafening roar of my own heartbeat.  I felt very small and utterly defeated as I slowly lifted my T-shirt, pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor.  His eyes raked over me, glittering with triumph.  “And the bra, come on now, get a move on.”  He snapped.  I sighed with resignation, then reached behind me, opened the clasp and let it fall down my arms.  I dropped it on top of my T-shirt, then let my arms fall to my sides, exposing my breasts to him.

He chuckled, then slowly applauded, “Very nice, very nice indeed!  What size are they, thirty-six?”

“Thirty four.” I mumbled.

“Really?  B cup?”  I nodded.

“Did you breast feed your kids?”

I gasped with outrage, “Mind your own bloody business.” I snapped.  His smile disappeared at once, a scowl formed on his rugged features and a hard light flashed across his eyes.

“If you ever speak to me like that again, bitch, I’ll tell the world what a slut you are, understand? You’ll be left without a friend in the world, even your family will disown you, got that?” He growled.

“Look Eric, just have your fun and let me go, ok?”

“This is my fun, and I’ll have as much of it as I like, and you’ll put up with it without complaint, because we know what will happen otherwise, don’t we?”  I nodded.

“So; answer the question then.  Did you breastfeed your kids?”

“Yes.” I said quietly.

“I thought so, you can tell by the size of the nipples, you know.  Having a couple of kids chewing on them will always make them spread out!  You’ve got quite a nice pair, though, haven’t you?”

I was too appalled by his crude assessment of my body to answer.  I simply stood there, topless, while he scrutinised me.

“Time to see the rest, I think.” He grinned, “Time for you to take your knickers off, Jennifer!” He said loudly.  I flinched and looked ‘round, nervously.

“Don’t worry, there’s no one else in the place. The staff don’t come in until this afternoon.  We’re all alone, no one can see you, no one can hear you.  So let’s have those knickers off, shall we?”

It was posed as a question, even an invitation.  I knew it was an order, an order I couldn’t ignore or disobey.  I tried to contain my emotions as I reached for the button of my jeans and opened it with fumbling fingers. I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye, wiped it away with the back of my hand, then lowered the zip of my jeans.  I took a deep breath, then pushed them down to my knees.  I slowly pulled them off each leg, then let them drop to the floor.  Instinctively I clasped my hands together in front of me, he chuckled again. 

“Plain black knickers, how practical!”  He sneered, “Do you have any sexy undies at home?”

“Some.” I said quietly.

“Interesting!  Right, get them off then, I want to see what I’m getting!” 

My fingers felt cold and numb as I hooked them into the waistband of my knickers.  I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip then pushed them down, over my hips to my knees, then let them fall to the floor, where I stepped out of them.  Once again I clasped my hands in front of me protectively. 

“Hands by your sides.” He said, matter-of-factly.  I let my arms drop to my sides, then lowered my head in shame.  I felt my skin burn with embarrassment as I stood stark naked for his inspection.  After a few moments he stood up and moved towards me.

“Well now Jennifer, you are a pretty package, aren’t you?  You say you’ve never been with another man since you met David, apart from your young friend in the car park, of course?” He said with a snigger. I didn’t move, didn’t respond.  “David is a lucky man, isn’t he?”  He reached out a hand and stroked my breasts, one at a time.  Very deliberately, he lifted each one in turn, as if he were weighing them.  Then he ran his fingertips across my nipples, circling them, squeezing them gently. 

After a short time he walked around behind me.  He placed a finger on my neck, then ran it slowly down my back, making me shudder.  Finally his finger came to rest at the very base of my spine.  I felt myself shaking with nerves and humiliation.  He ran his hand across my bottom, squeezing each cheek, and then he came and stood in front of me again.  He lifted my chin with his hand, then he looked into my eyes.  His face was alive with amusement and lust, I felt my face flush deeply.

I watched as his eyes travelled down my body slowly, before coming to rest on my bush.  I was desperate to cover myself, felt my fingers twitch nervously, only kept them by my side with an enormous effort.  I saw his hand start to reach out towards my most secret place and closed my eyes with dread.  His fingertips brushed so lightly over my pubic hair that I could only just feel their presence.  I glanced down instinctively to see his hand hovering over my dark brown tuft.

“Nice and neat, Jennifer!” He grinned, “Glad to see you keep yourself nicely trimmed, but what’s it hiding, eh? Open your legs, I want to find out what your pussy’s like.”

There were tears spilling from my eyes, rolling freely down my face as I shuffled my feet apart.  He hesitated for the briefest of moments, then his hand slipped between my thighs and began to stroke the hair along my slit.  I heard myself groan with misery, then closed my eyes, trying desperately to blot it all out.  His fingertip ran along the entire length of my slit, and then his fingers were pressing against my pussy, stroking and rubbing my delicate lips.  He began to prise my lips apart, inserting a finger between them.  I drew in a deep, ragged breath, let out an involuntary sob.  He laughed silently, then carried on with his invasion of my body. 

His fingertip found the entrance to my tunnel and began to penetrate me.  He grunted, then said, “You’re very dry, Jennifer.  I bet you weren’t like that for your young friend, were you?  Let’s do something to loosen you up.  Lie down on the bed.”

I moved to the bed on watery legs, then sat down.  He pushed me by the shoulders, making me lie down, then pulled my knees up before pushing my thighs apart.  He knelt between my spread thighs and stared down at my exposed pussy.  He ran a finger along my lips again, then muttered, “Oh yes, that is a pretty one!”

I closed my eyes in shame, then a moment later opened them in shock as I felt his hot breath on my sensitive skin, followed by his tongue on my lips.  I yelped with shock and alarm, causing him to chuckle.  “Relax Jennifer, I’m going to see what your cute little pussy tastes like.  You just settle back and enjoy it.”

He planted a series of kisses along my slit, then began to lick at each lip in turn.  After a minute or two his tongue slipped between my folds and began to lick at my inner lips.  In no time he was pressing his tongue into my tunnel, making me squirm around on the bed.  He placed a finger on each of my lips, then gently pulled them apart.  His tongue then licked slowly all the way up my slit until it finally came to rest on the tip of my clit.

As soon as he made contact with the tip of my sensitive bud I arched my back instinctively, trying to pull my hips back and away from him.  I heard him chuckle again, and then his tongue began to circle my clit.  His attentions were beginning to have an effect on me.  I felt some of my tension begin to disperse, and then small ripples of pleasure begin to radiate through me.  His lips closed over my clit and he began to suck at it gently.  His tongue pushed the hood back and flicked slowly and delicately at the head of my clit, making me sigh and moan.  Soon I was gasping with pleasure as he skilfully teased my tender flesh with his mouth. 

I felt myself getting wet with my own juices, and then he slipped a finger slowly into my pussy.  I could feel how wet I had become, and he lifted his face from my pussy for a moment and smiled, “There, that’s better isn’t it?”

He carried on working with his tongue, driving me higher and higher, until I was gasping and moaning, writhing around on the bed, his tongue sending shock waves of pleasure through me.  I knew I was close to a climax, was getting ready for it, when suddenly he stopped.  I looked at him questioningly and he grinned at me.

“Thought it was about time you did something for me.” He said simply.  As I watched he pulled off his shirt to reveal a trim, muscular chest, then pushed his trousers down and stepped out of them on one smooth movement.  Then he stood at the foot of the bed.  His body was lightly tanned and looked athletic.  His cock was standing proudly erect, easily eight inches long and with a very respectable girth.

He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me, then pulled me towards him.  “Time for a good old sixty-nine, darling, off you go!”  He laughed, pushing me towards his stiff member.  As if in a dream I moved into position and reached out to take hold of his cock.  It felt hot to the touch and the swollen veins under it’s skin bulged.  It twitched as I slowly and nervously wrapped my hand around it.  Then I drew closer.  I had never liked giving oral, something David had been disappointed about but had grown to accept, now it was all I could do not to run from the room. 

I was about to plead with Eric for him to ask for something else, but then he pulled me on top of him in a smooth movement, and I felt his hot mouth go to work on my pussy again.  I shuddered at the renewed waves of pleasure and resigned myself to my fate.  I moved forward and slowly took his cock into my mouth.

He grunted as I began to gently suck on the head of his cock.  I wrapped my tongue around it and bobbed my head, feeling the velvet-like skin of the head on my tongue.  I began to stroke the shaft as I sucked on its’ head, then found his balls with my other hand and began to stroke them. He grunted again, then moaned with pleasure. I felt his shaft stiffen still further and he began to push his hips forward in time to my strokes, pushing his cock into my mouth.  Soon I was lost in my own private world.  Eric continued to tease and torment my pussy, sometimes driving his tongue into my tunnel, sometimes sucking eagerly on my clit whilst pushing a finger into me.  As he did so I stroked and sucked on his stiff shaft and played with his heavy balls.

I felt my climax near again, and began to concentrate on the wonderful sensations he was generating in me.  Just as I almost reached the point climax he stopped again.  I let out a moan of frustration, then turned to look at him, my hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Time to get into position.” He grinned.  I rolled onto my back and opened my legs, desperate to climax.   He moved between my thighs and placed his cock at the entrance to my tunnel. I closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me, but after several moments nothing had happened.  He kept his cock poised, the head just between my lips.  I looked up at him questioningly to see his face shining with amusement.

“What?” I demanded.

“You!” He laughed, “So much for being the virtuous housewife!” As he spoke he moved his hips around, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips, teasing me maddeningly.  “Begging and pleading with me to let you go, and now look at you, desperate for my meat!”

I felt my face flush with shame, “I thought this was what you wanted.”

“Oh, it is what I wanted, it’s just about a million miles away from what you wanted though, isn’t it?”  He laughed.

I was gasping and panting, the feel of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, teasing me, driving me to new heights.  “Do you want me to beg you to put it in?” I whined.

“No, you’ll get it when I’m good and ready!  No need to rush this, is there?  We’ve got hours and hours to ourselves!” I groaned at the thought of much more of his delicious torture.  He reached out and stroked my breasts, then ducked down and began to suck on each nipple.  I realised I was moving my hips up and down, rubbing my pussy against his cock.  The sensations were ecstasy!  I felt myself drawing nearer to a climax.  I closed my eyes and savoured the feelings.  And then he let his hips fall and his cock began to drive slowly into me.

I opened my eyes wide with shock as he pushed relentlessly into me, driving slowly and continually until he was in me up to the hilt on one smooth stroke.  The sensations coursing though my body were beyond belief!  My breath caught in my throat, I lay beneath him, unable to move or speak, on the brink of a massive orgasm.  He grinned at me again, then slowly withdrew, his cock sliding effortlessly out of me, only to be driven back in with the same slow depth.  My climax hit me like an express train!  I almost lost consciousness completely as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.  I heard myself crying and moaning, unable to control myself, I pushed my hips up to meet his cock as it buried itself in me.

The contractions inside me began to subside and I became aware that he was completely still, his cock still deep inside me.  I opened my eyes to see him smirking at me, a self-satisfied grin on his face.  I felt my face flush with shame and I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“Fuck! You really are a goer, aren’t you?” He chuckled, “Can’t get enough can you?”  I groaned in misery, hating myself for allowing him to defeat me so easily.  “You this enthusiastic with David, or is it only with fresh meat?”  He laughed again.  When I didn’t answer he chuckled to himself, then said, “No point in going all shy on me now, Jennifer, not when you’ve still got my cock up your cunt!  Let’s see how much you enjoy this then!”

He took hold of my wrists, pushing my arms over my head and pinning them there.  Then he looked down at out our entwined bodies and smiled.  He pulled his hips back in a slow, smooth movement, then pushed in again. I felt my body start to respond once more, tried to deny the feelings.  He was driving into me with long, deliberate strokes, reaching deep into my pussy, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each stroke.  He began to increase the pace, gradually moving faster.  He looked down at my breasts as they mirrored each impact and smiled again, then he lowered his head and began to suck on each nipple in turn. 

I felt my body begin to betray me again, felt my breathing quicken as the sensations began to build in me.  He was driving into me like a man possessed, each stroke making my entire body quiver and shake.  I felt the heat growing in my body, began to thrust my hips back at him again.  He grinned with satisfaction, continued to plough into me.  He let go of my wrists, began to squeeze my breasts, gently pulling on my nipples.  Then he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue forcing its’ way into my mouth, probing, exploring.  Without thinking I put my arms around his neck, lost in the growing unreality of what was happening to me.  All at once he drove deep into me and tensed. And then I felt him shooting his hot semen into me, and I started to climax again.  As he collapsed on top of me another powerful orgasm tore through me, and I clung to him instinctively.   

As I started to recover I was aware of his cock softening inside me, his hands still holding my breasts, his body heaving with deep gasps for breath. I still had my hands around his neck, could feel the warmth of his smooth skin.  I turned my head to one side, bitterly ashamed of myself.  Not only had I been coerced into betraying David again, had allowed myself to be used and abused by him, but my body had betrayed me, giving him the evident satisfaction of teasing me as he now did.

"I can see I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Jennifer!" He grinned.

I pushed him away from me and he rolled onto his side. "Oh no your not!  That was the first and only time I’m ever letting you near me you bastard!" I shouted, getting up from the bed and reaching for my clothing.  He sat up on the bed and grinned at me, making no effort to dress.

"You think so?  Think again!  We’re in this for the long haul, my dear.  Unless you want to explain your actions on film to your loving husband?"  I looked at him in horror.  "No, I see you don’t fancy that at all.”  He laughed again.  He put a cigarette to his lips, lit it, then blew smoke high into the air with a satisfied sigh. "No, let’s face it, Jennifer, you’re not the type to own up to David and accept your fate.  You know if David ever found out he’d be devastated, and he’d throw you out for good.  So you’ll play nice with me for as long as I want, isn’t that right?"

I glared at him with hatred.  I didn’t care what the consequences were, I wasn’t going to allow him to own me.  "You bastard!" I spat, "Do what you want to do, go on, have your fun, but you wont get anywhere near me again, you dirty old sod!"  I pulled on the rest of my clothing and stormed from the room.  I ran down the stairs and out of the front door, slamming it as I went.  Then I almost threw myself into my car and drove away.  I went home and immediately went to the bathroom.  I took off my clothes and showered, trying to wash every last trace of him from me.  Then I took the underwear I had been wearing and threw it into the bin.  I told myself defiantly that I would take whatever consequences were coming, convinced myself that David would understand, that he’d forgive me.

I busied myself for the rest of the day, trying to put Eric, and what he’d done to me, out of my mind.  By the time David and the children were home I had heard nothing from Eric, and I began to believe that I’d called his bluff and that he’d leave me alone.  And then as I was clearing the table after our evening meal the doorbell rang.  David called to say he’d get it and I carried on tidying up.  I head voices as David spoke to the caller, and then my heart almost stopped as Eric followed David into the kitchen. He glanced at me and smiled, then said “Hi Jennifer, how are you today?" As casually as if nothing had happened between us.

I stammered some sort of response, my mind racing as I pondered what he could be here for. I felt my mouth go dry as my fear took root.  I was remembering what I’d said to him.  He was here to tell everything to David, I knew it.  I was suddenly aware of David saying something to me.

“What? Sorry love, I didn’t catch that, what did you say?"  I stammered.

David grinned at me, "I said, Eric’s here to borrow some tools of mine.  Why don’t you make us both a coffee while I get what he needs from the workshop?"

"Oh, fine." I said, relief gushing from me momentarily.  And then David went out to the workshop, leaving me alone with Eric.  He smiled slyly at me, then winked and said, "You looked a bit surprised to see me, Jennifer.  Did I worry you?"  All my resolve disappeared.  I felt cornered.  Could feel panic rising in me again.

"Please, Eric.  Just leave me alone, please?"

"I haven’t touched you yet!"  He said with a smile.  I shuddered.  "Although I have to admit I was a little disappointed by your sudden departure this morning.  I hadn’t quite finished with you, you see!"

"I meant what I said." I said defiantly.

He snickered.  "No you didn’t!  If you’d meant it you wouldn’t be making coffee for me now, like the dutiful little housewife. You’d have told David exactly what happened in the car park, and in my bedroom this morning, and he’d be throwing me out.  Instead he’s off finding some bits of crap that he thinks I need, while I’m here with his pretty little wife!  Funny, isn’t it?" He sneered.

"So the story about coming here to borrow some tools?"

“Is just that, a story!" He laughed again. "I had to make you see that you have absolutely no choice in this, you see.  I couldn’t have you going around thinking you’d somehow won your freedom.  Your tantrum this morning was, how shall I put this? Amusing, but I knew you wouldn’t have the guts to come clean with darling David."  He glanced out of the window and smiled as he saw David sorting out the tools for him.  Then he turned back to me.  "Face facts, my darling, you’ll do exactly as you’re told, and you’ll be as nice as pie to me, because if you don’t then everyone gets to see your movie debut!"

I stared at him in frustrated rage.  I knew he was right, knew he’d read me like a book.  There was no way I was going to admit anything to David.  I knew if I did he’d never forgive me, would almost certainly throw me out.  The prospect of that made me feel sick.  I loved David, loved our kids, loved our life together.  I simply couldn’t bear the thought of losing it all.  I lowered my head in defeat.

"So that’s it, is it?  I’ve got to be your plaything for ever, have I?"

He smiled with satisfaction, then stepped closer to me.  "Not for ever, Jennifer."  He chuckled, then reached out and began to fondle my breast.  I tried to step back, only to realise that he had somehow backed me against the wall.  I had nowhere to go.  I wanted so much to push his hand away, to scream for David to come and save me, but I knew I couldn’t.  Instead I glanced around nervously, making sure neither David nor my children could see what he was doing to me, then resigned myself to my punishment.  "No, certainly not for ever." He repeated, "Just for a little while.  Just until I get bored with you.  Then I’ll let you go."  He grinned again.

His thumb and forefinger closed on my nipple, squeezing gently, rolling it.  Once again my body began to betray me as I felt it begin to harden.  He laughed silently.  "I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Jennifer!  David tells me you don’t go to work on Mondays, is that right?"

"Yes.  I work part time.  I only go in on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday."

"Excellent.  I want you at my place on Monday morning, nine-thirty sharp.  And dress up for me this time, make a bit of an effort, ok?"

I looked at him aghast.  "Make an effort for you?" I echoed incredulously, "What would you like me to wear? A ball gown?"

"No need to go that far!" He grinned, "But I want to see some of your nice underwear, and some nice clothes, not jeans and T-shirt, ok? Oh, and put a bit of make-up on too."  I looked at him in amazement, totally fazed by his complete confidence and assurance.  He was still teasing my nipple, which was now sending small jolts of pleasure through me.  As I stood there he calmly reached out and fondled my other breast, then dropped his hand and slipped it between my thighs.  Instinctively, I clamped my legs together.

"Now, now, Jennifer, don’t be unfriendly."  He chided.  I sank back against the wall and let my legs open. He rubbed at the crotch of my jeans, squeezing me occasionally. "That’s much better.  Now don’t forget, nine-thirty sharp, Monday morning. Do you think you can remember that?"

"Yes." I hissed, "Now please leave me alone."  I begged.

He shrugged, then pulled his hands away from me. "Fine!  See you Monday.  I better go and help David with all that stuff.  Enjoy your weekend, won’t you." He grinned again, then calmly walked from the kitchen.  Moments later he was enjoying a laugh and a joke with David, the two of them behaving like the best of friends.  I glanced down to see with horror that my nipples were both erect and clearly visible through the thin fabric of my T-shirt.  I yelped with shock and quickly ran upstairs and locked myself in the toilet, not daring to come out until they had returned to normal.  It was some time later that David came back into the house, giggling to himself.

"What’s so funny?"  I snapped.

"Oh nothing love, it’s just Eric, he’s such a good bloke, you know?"

"Oh really? What makes him so good then?"

"Well, it’s a bloke thing really, I wouldn’t expect you to get it."

"Try me." I demanded.  David looked surprised by my insistence, then shrugged and said, "Well if you must know, he was telling me about his latest conquest!"

I felt my heart begin to race again, heard myself say, "And what about it?  What’s so amusing about it?"

David giggled.  "Seems she went ‘round to his place this morning for a coffee, and ended up practically begging him for it!  He said she really went for it! Couldn’t get enough of him.  He said he was looking forward to having a lot more fun with her." He laughed again.

I was appalled.  The bastard was taunting me by telling my own husband about me.  The warning was clear - as if I needed any further warning after listening to him - do as I’m told or pay the price.   I turned and walked from the kitchen without another word.  I knew if I stayed I would demand that David tell me everything Eric had told him, knew also that I couldn’t face that kind of shame and humiliation.

For the rest of the day I was haunted by the thought of Eric telling all his friends, including my own husband, of the fun he was having with me. When David calmly announced that he was going to the pub for a few beers with his mates, I imagined them huddled together as Eric regaled them all with lurid descriptions of how he had used my body.  I heard their laughter.  No doubt he told them all he was enjoying a married woman, and no doubt they were all laughing at her poor husband.  Even David would be joining in, unaware of how Eric, and me, were making a complete fool of him. 

David came home at his usual time and seemed to have enjoyed himself. I was so tense I felt like my insides were in a tight knot.  I wanted to ask David about his evening, but dreaded him telling me about what Eric had told them all.  Finally I could take it no longer, I told David I was tired and needed an early night, then dashed off to bed.  When David came up I pretended to be asleep.  He crawled into bed beside me and put his arms around me. I could smell the beer on his breath, his body moulded itself around me in its’ familiar way.

He kissed my neck, then moved up to nibble my earlobe, his message clear even before he murmured in my ear, "Are you too sleepy for love tonight, my darling?"  I tried to carry on the pretence of being asleep.  His hands began to roam across my body.  He cupped and stroked my breasts, teasing my nipples in the way he knew I loved, then he slipped his hand over my bottom, across my hips and moved between my legs.  I sighed and parted my thighs to allow him access.  He chuckled happily, "I knew I could persuade you, my darling!"

I giggled, then felt myself start to relax for the first time since I had been in Eric’s house. I reached behind me and felt for David’s cock, finding it stiffening already, and then I gasped as he slipped his finger between my pussy lips.  I was soaking wet!  His fingers sent jolts of pleasure through me, making me moan in ecstasy. I heard David chuckle again, “My God! You really are in the mood tonight, aren’t you?”

He stroked my clit, circling my super-sensitive bud with his fingertip. In response I gripped the shaft of his cock tightly, began to stroke it slowly, making him grunt with pleasure.  After a few minutes of stroking my body he rolled me onto my back and climbed between my thighs.  He positioned his cock at my entrance, then began to penetrate me.  I was so wet he slipped in easily, sighing with contentment as he began to pump into me.

"What’s go you so fired up tonight?” He murmured in my ear. I felt my breath catch in my throat, I had been wondering the same thing myself.  "You complaining?” I asked playfully, as I stroked his back and bottom.

“Good God, no!  I love it when you’re like this.”  He sighed again.  I felt my body respond under his familiar touch, savouring the closeness of our intimacy, and then an image came into my head.  I could see myself standing in Eric’s bedroom, slowly undressing as he took in the view.  I gasped as I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me.  Then I remembered how he had made me lie on the bed, how he had spread my thighs and explored my pussy with his tongue.  I remembered the smell and taste of his cock, how it had felt as I held it, how the hot shaft had throbbed as I’d wrapped my fingers around it.  And then I relived the sensations of him driving it into me, deeper and deeper, driving me on to an incredible climax.

I felt myself begin to climax again, I drove my fingers into David’s skin, thrust my hips up at him, then buried my face in his neck as my climax swept through me.  I felt David start to climax too, shooting his hot semen into me.  Finally, he collapsed on top of me and we lay there in each other’s arms, gasping and panting for breath.  He rolled off me, then planted a kiss on my cheek, “Bloody hell, love!  That was a good one!"  I kissed him back, then rolled over, turning my back to him, “I hope you don’t’ mind love, but I’m shattered, I need some sleep, especially after you did that to me!"  David laughed silently, rolled away.  A short time later I heard the steady rhythm of his breathing, knew he was asleep.  I lay awake for hours, tormented by the images and thoughts in my head.

As I lay in the darkness, unable to sleep, I went over the day’s events in my mind time and time again.  I felt my entire body tighten as I thought about stripping for Eric.  I felt so dirty, disgusted with myself for getting so aroused as he abused me.  As I thought about the feel of his cock as he drove it into me, I became aware of the warmth between my legs.  My hand trembled slightly as I slipped it down to my pussy.  As soon as my fingertips touched my lips I felt a thrill run through my body.  I slipped a finger between them and was amazed to discover how wet I was.  When I gently touched my clit surges of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp.  David grunted next to me and I froze with fear in case he found out how aroused I was.  Moments later he began to snore gently and I could breathe again.

I waited until I was sure he was deeply asleep, then quietly slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.  Not even daring to switch on the light I began to gently explore my delicate folds once more.  I ran my finger over my clit and my knees almost gave way.  I shuddered and leant back against the wall for support.  The cold of the bathroom tiles against my skin made me shiver.  I carried on teasing my little bud, then slipped a finger into my tunnel, finding it hot and sticky from my earlier tumble with David.  I closed my eyes and thought of Eric’s tongue buried in me. Within moments my body felt as though it was on fire!  My nerve endings sang with pleasure, and I could feel my nipples stiffen in the cool air of the bathroom.

I began to slide my fingers in and out of my pussy, gradually increasing the pace, getting faster and faster, mimicking the way Eric had driven his cock into me.  I heard myself whimper with each stroke.  I cupped and stroked my breasts, pulling on my nipples as he had done. My hand was a blur as I frantically drove it into my pussy.  It was all I could do not to cry out as I moved nearer to another climax.  And then it washed over me, and I let out a long, low moan as I clamped my thighs together on my hand.  I slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor, my heart pounding as I recovered from my orgasm.

As soon as I had recovered I went back to bed.  David was still sleeping soundly, but once again I was unable to escape my thoughts.  I tried to explain what I was feeling, but found that the only rational explanation was so shocking that I refused to accept it.   I tormented myself over and over again, thinking about my time with Eric, reliving every moment.  Soon I felt the heat return to my pussy, and made another trip to the bathroom, where I relieved myself yet again.  I had never felt so aroused, and I was also desperately confused.  I finally gave up on the idea of getting any sleep, made my way downstairs and sat in the kitchen with a mug of coffee.

I was still in a state of utter denial when David and the children came down some time later.  For the rest of the day I busied myself around the house, trying desperately to blot out all thoughts of Eric and the encounter I was to have with him on Monday morning.  As the evening set in I suggested to David that we open a bottle of wine, which he was happy to do.  Later I surprised him by opening a second, and so it was that by the end of the evening I was more than a little drunk!

As we settled into bed he reached out and playfully stroked my breast.  "Do you fancy a repeat of last night, then?"  He grinned.  I suddenly remembered the powerful orgasm I’d had whilst making love with him, felt a familiar tingle between my legs.  I grinned back at him, began to take off my nightdress.  "I think that would be nice!"  He pulled me to him, began to kiss me passionately.  I responded at once, stroking his back, reaching down to find his cock.  He sighed with pleasure as I began to stroke it.  It quickly swelled in my hand until it was stiff and throbbing.  He began to stroke my breasts, then rolled me onto my back and positioned himself between my thighs.

"You’re in a hurry tonight, love!" I sighed, as he placed his cock between my pussy lips.  His response was to push his cock into me, slowly edging into my tunnel.  As I felt him penetrating I again thought of Eric, and how he had driven his broad shaft in me to the hilt in one delicious, slow stroke.  I felt as though I had been electrocuted as jolts of pleasure surged through me.  I closed my eyes, picturing Eric’s face contorted with concentration as he ploughed into me.  David began to build a steady rhythm as he pumped his cock into me.  I found myself thrusting my hips up to meet him once again, still thinking of Eric.

David’s pace increased. I knew he was close to climax.  He drove into me frantically, then tensed and I felt his cock start to shoot into me.  After a few moments he rolled off me and grunted with satisfaction.  I was nowhere near climax, and slumped back on the bed in frustration.  David was still gasping and panting next to me.  I was about to ask him to do something to relieve me, when he turned to me with a sleepy grin on his face and said, "Goodnight, love. See you in the morning."  His speech slurred with both wine and fatigue.  He turned away from me and fell asleep almost at once.  I lay in the darkness, listening to his breathing, still unable to sleep myself.

I started to think about Eric once more.  Once again I relived being made to strip for him, this time I imagined having to display myself in the most revealing positions, bending at the waist, opening my legs, throwing my arms back to force my breasts out towards him.  I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of his cock, then thought about how it felt as he positioned it at the entrance to my pussy.  How he had teased me with it, positioning the head just inside my lips, moving it around, tormenting me.  "Do you want me to beg you to put it in?" I’d asked him, fully prepared to do so.  He’d laughed at my urgency, had enjoyed my total surrender.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and began to play with my pussy.  I was hot and wet, sticky with David’s semen, and fantastically sensitive.  I stroked my lips, running my finger along my slit, then dipped my finger between my lips.  I began to rub and tickle my clit, the sensations almost driving me to orgasm.  I moved my other hand to my breasts and began to gently pinch and pull at my nipples, just as Eric had done.  I began to writhe around on the bed, lost in the delicious torment.  I felt my climax approach, began to thrust my hips up to meet my fingers.  And then I froze as David turned over in bed next to me.

As soon as I was sure he was asleep I crept from our room and hurriedly made my way to the bathroom.  There I lay on the cold floor and played with my pussy until I felt my orgasm return.  As I began to climax I pictured Eric smiling at me, savouring my humiliation.  I lay curled into a ball on the floor for several minutes, then began to stand up.  As I did so I remembered how he had casually fondled me in my own kitchen, telling me how he was going to have a lot of fun with me, ordering me to dress up for him.  I groaned and began to play with my pussy again, bringing myself off another two times before I went back to bed and collapsed into an exhausted, sated sleep.

Sunday; day of rest.  Not for me!  I busied myself around the house all day on a mixture of normal household tasks and preparations for Christmas.  David was busy too, so that we saw very little of each other all day.  Whenever I stopped for a moment I remembered how aroused I’d become thinking about Eric and what he had done to me.  And then I’d remember that he was expecting me at his house, at precisely nine-thirty the following morning, all dressed up to please him.  Every time I thought of it I felt a surge of panic.  My imagination was working overtime thinking of what he would do to me.  By the time I reached the end of the day I was a bundle of tightly drawn nerves.

David slid into bed beside me and reached out his hand towards me.  I gently brushed it aside and said softly, "Not tonight please love, I’m really, really tired."  I heard him laugh quietly, "Don’t worry love, I understand.  See you in the morning."  And with that he turned over and was soon snoring gently.  For yet another night I lay awake, unable to sleep, this time listening to my heart beating irregularly.  Every time I thought of Eric I felt it lurch alarmingly.  I felt panic rising in me, felt sick to my stomach.  I was close to tears.  Finally I drifted off into an uneasy, restless sleep, but there was still no escape. Eric haunted even my dreams, his grinning face taunting me, shaming me.  When my alarm clock went off I awoke with a start.

My nerves finally began to shred completely during breakfast.  I shouted at David, yelled at the kids, slammed doors and was generally obnoxious.  David looked at me with concern, was about to speak to me, and the his mobile rang and he took the call then hurried off to work.  I took the kids to school then returned home.  I undressed and put on my bathrobe, then sat on the end of my bed and wept bitterly.  After a few moments I glanced at the clock and realised that I had twenty minutes to get ready and get to Eric’s place.  I made my way to the bathroom and washed my face, then went to my wardrobe.  I selected a dark blue, three-quarter-length skirt and matching blouse and dropped them onto the bed in readiness. Then I began to apply my make up.  

Once my make up was applied I went to my bedside cabinet to select my underwear.  I chose black satin panties and matching bra, and sheer, stay up stockings, the type that needed no suspenders.  I dressed quickly and left the house, pausing to check myself in the mirror.  I was so wound up I was unable to see or think objectively.  My clothing could have been in total disarray and I wouldn’t have noticed!  I drove the short distance to Eric’s house, then sat in my car on his driveway for a few seconds in a desperate attempt to pull myself together.  I walked towards his front door, my legs feeling shaky and unsteady beneath me.  As I reached for the doorbell he opened the door and beamed at me.

"I began to think you weren’t coming, Jennifer. You’re ten minutes late."

"I’m sorry." I mumbled.

"Yes, well, don’t let it happen again, right?  When I say nine-thirty, I mean nine-thirty, remember that."  He snapped.

"Yes, I’m sorry."  I said again.

"Come on in then."  He swung the door open and I walked slowly into his house.  He closed the door deliberately behind me, then lead me upstairs again.  Once we were in his bedroom he made me stand in the middle of the room and walked ‘round me, appraising me thoughtfully.

"Not bad at all Jennifer."   He chuckled, "You look pretty classy, don’t you? And what about underneath?  Did you put on something nice, like I asked?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Well what are you waiting for? Let’s have a look then."  He laughed.  I wanted to run.  I wanted to run out of his house and keep on running until I was far, far away.  Instead, I just stood there, unable to move or speak.  He laughed again.  "You’re not shy, are you, Jennifer?  Not you, surely.  Not the respectable housewife and mother who let some nameless young stud shag her stupid in a hotel car park?" Another mocking laugh.  "No, you can’t be shy!  After all, I’ve seen the film.  I know just how, er, uninhibited, you can be!"  He laughed again.  "Would you like me to put the film on, so you can remind yourself of how much you enjoyed yourself?"

"No!" I yelled, suddenly finding my voice, "No.  You don’t need to do that, Eric."

"You don’t want to watch how he bent you over the bonnet of the car and shoved his fat cock up you?  How you held your dress up so he could do you?  It’s all on the film, you know?  It even captures the bit where he’s giving it to you, and playing with your tits, and you turn ‘round and urge him on!  You can see the exact moment when he shoots into you.  You look particularly good in that bit!  Bent over a car, taking his load up your cunt!"

"Stop it!" I shrieked, "You’ve got what you want, now stop it!"

"Oh but I haven’t got what I want.  Not yet, anyway."  He sneered.

I felt my eyes fill with tears, tears of despair and defeat. "So what do you want?"  I sniffed.

"Well, I want to have a good, long look at those nice undies you say you have on.  That’ll do for starters."  Another laugh.  I knew there was no way out.  I would have to do whatever he wanted. Slowly I began to lift my skirt, bunching it in my hands, raising it higher and higher.  He looked at me, his eyes glittering with triumph and lust.  His smile broadened as my stocking tops were exposed.  I raised my skirt another inch or so, then hesitated.

"Don’t stop there, sweetheart!  Come on, let’s have a look at the goods."

I took a deep breath, then lifted my skirt up to my waist.  Then I stood there, my face flushed and hot, waves of humiliation washing over me.  He took a step back, put his hands on his hips and grinned.

"Mmmmm! Nice!" He purred, "I like nice, classy underwear on a woman, Jennifer.  I’m glad to see you didn’t go for on of those awful thongs.  Can’t abide those on a woman.  No, give me a woman in a nice pair of knickers and some stockings any day!  Lift the back then."

I lifted the back of my skirt and he moved ‘round behind me.   I could almost feel his eyes as they ran up and down my legs.  And then he moved closer and I felt his hand cup and stroke my bottom cheeks.  I stayed immobile as he ran his hand over my bum, then stroked the soft skin at the top of my thighs.  And then he slowly walked around to stand in front of me.  He looked me directly in the eye, then winked and fell to his knees, saying, "Let’s have a closer look, shall we?"

He made me stand there, holding my skirt up to my waist while he peered at my panties.  He stroked my thighs again, making me part them slightly so he could run his finger up my inner thighs.  And then he reached for the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down.  I heard myself whimper pitifully as they began to descend.  He pulled them down to my knees, then let them fall to the floor.  He made me step out of them, then bunched them in his hand and put them to his nose and sniffed at them.  I was appalled and disgusted, but still powerless to do anything but stand there.

After a few moments he dropped my panties to the floor and turned his attention to my pussy.  He stroked my bush with the back of his hand, then pushed my thighs apart.  I knew he was looking right along the line of my pussy, felt completely exposed.  He slipped his finger along my slit, making me gasp with shock.  Then he stood suddenly and walked over to the far side of the room.  He returned with a small chair, which he placed to one side of me.  I looked at him in confusion.

"Put your foot on that." He ordered.

Without thinking I lifted my left foot and placed it on the seat of the chair.  As I did so he knelt down in front of me again, and at once I understood.  I was now completely exposed to his gaze, and his touch.  As I stood there he ran his finger along my slit once again, then gently parted my lips and inserted his finger.  He found my clit in moments and began to stroke and tease it gently.   Soon I was wriggling around as he invaded my most feminine place, teasing me maddeningly.  He spread my lips still further, then gently pushed his finger into my tunnel.  He sniggered, then pulled his finger out of me and held it up in front of my face.

"Look at that!" He sneered, "You’re fucking soaking!  You love having your cunt played with, don’t you?"

"No.  No, you’re wrong." I stammered, "I don’t like this, I want you to stop. Please stop." I whined.  Without warning he leaned forward and ran his tongue over my clit.  The sudden rush of sensations over my clit made me cry out in surprise and pleasure.  I lost my balance and stepped back, kicking the chair over as I did so.  He sat back on his haunches and laughed at me.

"Sorry about that, Jennifer!" He giggled, "I forgot how much you like having your clit tickled like that. I’ll give you fair warning before I do that again!"  I felt colour rising in my face, wanted to run from him.  Before I could say or do anything he said, "Why don’t you slip your things off and lay back on the bed, hmm? Then we can have some fun."

"But I don’t want to have any ‘fun’, Eric, not with you.  Please, don’t do this Eric."

He moved over to me, reached out and began to fondle my breasts.  "Of course you want some fun!" He chuckled, "Look at how you were on Friday.  You were begging me then, too, remember?  First it was ‘please don’t’, and then it was ‘please don’t stop!’  Remember how you liked it when I slipped my cock into you?"  As he spoke he started to open the buttons on my blouse.  When he’d opened several he slipped his hand inside, began to stroke my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. I felt my nipple stiffen as he ran a finger across it.  "See? You love it, don’t bother to deny it!  Now slip the rest of your things off and lay on the bed."

He turned away from me and began to undress.  It clearly never crossed his mind I might refuse to do as he’d ordered.  Feeling completely vanquished I opened the rest of the buttons on my blouse and slipped it off.  By the time I’d done that he was standing before me, stark naked, his cock throbbing visibly.  He grinned again as I let my bra fall to the floor, and then I reached under my skirt and began to roll down my stocking.

"No, leave them on!"  He insisted.  I sighed, then reached ‘round and unfastened my skirt. I let it fall to the floor too, then stood there, exposed.  He stepped forward and put his arms ‘round me.  He let his hands fall until they were caressing my bottom, then pulled me to him.  His cock, now fully erect, pressed into my belly, making me gasp.  It felt hot on my skin.  He kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue.  Slowly he steered me to the bed, then gently pushed me onto it.  He broke our kiss, then stepped back to examine me once more.  His eyes ran the entire length of my body, focusing on my pussy and my breasts.

Then he lay down next to me on the bed and said, "Why don’t you remind me how good your mouth can feel? Remember, no teeth now!"  He laughed at his own joke as I slowly made my way down the bed until I was level with his stiff cock.  I could hear my heart thundering as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the hot shaft, and then I lowered my mouth onto its’ swollen glans.  He grunted with pleasure as I went to work on him.  I sucked and licked at his engorged cock, played with his balls, stroked his skin, listening to him groan appreciatively. 

After what seemed like hours to me, he reached down and pulled me up to him. He smiled at me, then gently rolled me onto my back and knelt between my thighs.  He took hold of each leg behind my knee, spreading me wide apart.  I watched his eyes linger on my exposed slit, felt shame and embarrassment course through me, then he moved forward, pushing his cock towards me.

"Why don’t you put it in this time?"  He grinned.  I reached down and took hold of his shaft, positioning his glans at the entrance to my pussy, then I closed my eyes and waited.  This time he didn’t keep me waiting, but edged his thick shaft into me, pushing slowly, going ever deeper.  I opened my eyes and watched him as he savoured the moment.  He still held my thighs wide apart, watched as his cock sank into me with a lecherous smile on his face.

"You look good with my cock in you!" He laughed.  I turned my head away in shame, wanting it to be over.  Instead he pulled me closer to him, burying his cock deep inside me.  "Feel how wet you are!  You must really love this." He taunted. I closed my eyes tight, trying to blot out what was happening.  Suddenly he pushed my legs up high, my knees almost touching my shoulders, and he drove into me forcefully.  I opened my eyes wide with shock and saw him still grinning at me.  "That’s better, isn’t it Jennifer?"  He laughed, "You like it deep in you, don’t you?"

As he spoke he pulled out, only to slam back in at once.  My body betrayed me again.  It felt wonderful!  He continued to hold me spread wide open as he repeatedly thrust deep into my pussy.  I felt the familiar sensations start to grow, knew I would come if he kept on at me.   I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.

"Now I want you to do something, lover!"  He grinned. "Hold your legs wide apart for me, like this.  Go on, spread yourself nice and wide for me, so I can get in really deep."  Without thinking I did as he said, grabbing hold of my legs behind each knee and pulling my legs wide apart.  He looked down at me briefly, before placing his hands on my hips and continuing to drive deeply into me.  I heard myself panting and moaning as I held myself spread for him, my body drawing ever closer to climax.  I looked down to see his shaft glistening with my juices, driving into me like a piston.  He reached out and began to maul my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples.  I groaned and sighed with pleasure. 

His strokes became faster and faster.  I knew he was about to climax, and his urgency was driving me closer and closer to my own explosion.  Suddenly he groaned and tensed, then I felt him start to shoot his jism into me.  My entire body convulsed in pleasure as I started to climax.  I let go of my legs, dug my heels into the bed and thrust my hips up to meet his cock, burying him deep inside my hot tunnel.  I heard myself crying out as I gave myself totally to my orgasm, and the he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.  Moments later I too slumped back onto the bed, my body shaking from the intensity of the sensations coursing through me.

After a few moments he rolled off me and reached for his cigarettes.  I turned onto my side and curled into a ball, my back to him.  I heard him light his cigarette then sigh with pleasure as he blew smoke high into the air.  "Fuck me, that was a good one!"  He smiled.  I didn’t respond.  He ran his fingertip down my spine, making me shudder.  "You enjoyed yourself too, didn’t you?" He asked, the laughter in his voice obvious.

I was too stunned to move.  I felt as though this was just one big betrayal.  I betrayed David, my own body betrayed me.  Eric’s finger travelled down my spine, traced the line of my bottom, then climbed again until it reached the nape of my neck.  "There’s no need to be ashamed about it!  It’s ok to admit that you enjoy our little sessions! Plenty more to come too."  He laughed again.  My heart sank.  I turned to face him.  He looked self-satisfied, almost smug.

"Please Eric, stop this.  Please don’t make me do this again, please, I beg you.  I’m sure there are any number of women who would enjoy being with you, but I’m married.  Married to David.  And I love him, I really do."

"I believe you."

"So you’ll let me go?"

He grinned, blew out another plume of cigarette smoke, "Not a chance!"

"Eric please.  Please!" I begged.

He reached out his hand and began to stroke my breast, paying close attention to my nipple.  "You can fool yourself, Jennifer, but you can’t fool me.  You like this stuff as much as me …"

"You’re wrong, please Eric …"

"I’ve had your type before.  Every day, middle class housewife.  Decent. Honest. Homely.  Sex once or twice a week, always the same position, always with the light out.  What were your favourite times, you and David?  Let me guess; Friday night and Sunday morning.  Am I right?"

I was startled for a moment.  How could he have known? David must have told him.  I felt hot anger seethe through me at the thought of David telling anyone about our love life.  Eric laughed again.  "I’m right, aren’t I? Jesus Christ, that was right, wasn’t it?"

I was appalled.  He had simply guessed!  Could he read me as easily as that? "No, I mean, it’s not like, er, I mean, no.  That’s none of your business, Eric.  It’s private, you can’t just …"

"Like I said, I’ve had your type before.  You carry on in your own clean, private world.  And then someone like me comes along, takes you to another place, and you love it!  Why not admit it, darlin’?  You love the feel of my cock in you, don’t you?"

"Eric, stop it please."  I brushed his hand away, he pushed it back immediately, began to circle my stiffening nipple with his thumb.  I wanted to leave, found that I couldn’t.  He continued to taunt me.

"Of course you love it.  It’s a bit of danger, isn’t it?  Imagine if hubby found out!  Imagine if the neighbours knew!  I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve been diddling yourself silly over the weekend just thinking about today!" 

I gasped loudly with shock, my hand flew to my face to cover my mouth.  I looked at him in horror, my eyes wide with fright.  His hand froze, still playing with my nipple.  "My God!"  He sniggered, "You have, haven’t you?"  I shook my head, not daring to speak.  He began to play with my nipple again, slowly circling with his thumb.  He looked deeply into my eyes.  "Tell me."  He said, softly.  I shook my head again.  "Tell me."  He demanded again.

"I can’t." I said with a sob.

"Of course you can.  You can tell me everything.  I want to know everything.  Tell me."  His voice was suddenly soft, gentle, soothing.  I felt some of my tension begin to disperse, the sensations being generated in my nipple began to spread to the rest of my body.

"Please Eric."  I whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, then said, "Tell me.  I want to hear, I want to know.  You want to tell me too, don’t you?" 

I shook my head. 

He chuckled maliciously. "Of course you do."  His voice was caressing me.  Reassuring me.  "So tell me how it was."  He urged.

I swallowed nervously. I knew he would go on and on at me until I told hi what he wanted to know, and I knew that if I made it up he would see at once.  I took a deep breath, and began.  "It was on Friday night." I said, falteringly, "After David came home from the pub.  We made love."

"Go on."

"Well when we were, er, I mean, when he, er, well, as we were making love, I started to remember being with you that morning."

"And?"

"Well." I stammered, "I thought of how you made me undress, and then how you touched my body, what you made me do to you. How it felt when you had me.  How your cock felt as you pushed it into me."

"Yes?"

"I came." I sobbed.  "While David was still making love to me, I came.  I was making love to David, but thinking about you." I sobbed.

"That’s ok.  It’s allowed!  There’s no harm in just thinking about it, is there?"

"But I’m not just thinking about it, am I? I’m here with you, and you’re doing things to me that I can’t explain."

"What else happened?"

"Afterwards, when David was asleep, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.  I crept out of bed and went to the bathroom.  Then I, …"

"Yes?"

"I brought myself off."  I sobbed.  "There.  Are you happy now?"

He grinned again, "Perfectly!  Anything else?"

I looked at him in astonishment, then amazed myself as I told him how I’d had to do the same thing again after making love to David the following night.  How I’d lay on the bathroom floor and teased and stroked myself to three orgasms before I’d been able to sleep. I even told him how I’d imagined having to display myself for him.  By the time I finished my shameful admission, tears were running freely down my face and I was in the depths of despair.  Eric listened calmly, urging me on gently yet insistently whenever I stalled.  At last I had told him everything. I sat on the bed next to him, my head bowed.  I had never felt so ashamed of myself, never felt so thoroughly corrupt.  I thought of David, of what I had done to him, betraying him in the most disloyal way, by imagining he was another man as he made love to me.  I felt the tears start to flow again. My entire body slumped down, misery washed over me.

The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of my miserable sobs and sniffing as I silently wept.  And then Eric laughed.  A harsh, loud, triumphant laugh.  Its’ suddenness made me jump.  I looked at him in disbelief.  Before I could say a word he laughed again then said, “Whoever would have thought it? Prim and proper Jennifer getting all hot and bothered at the thought of dropping her drawers for me!”

I gasped with shock, began to stammer denials. He cut me off with a wave of his hand, “Don’t even bother to deny it, love, you’ve just told me all I need to know.  You like the idea of standing in front of me and taking your kit off! Wait, no, that’s not quite right is it? You like the idea of standing in front of me and being made to take your kit off.  It’s the lack of choice that gets you hot, isn’t it?”

“No, Eric, please.  Don’t do this to me.  I don’t know what it was, or why I felt like that, but I never want to do it again, do you hear me? Never.”

“But baby, you love it so much! You just told me you do.  You sat there, stark naked after we’ve just had a damn good fuck and told me how you imagined stripping for me.  And not only did you get off on that, but you did it while your husband was sticking it to you!  That is what you said, isn’t it?”

I began to cry again, tears of shame and humiliation.  “Oh God. Oh I wish I’d never even heard of you.  Why won’t you let me go?  Why do you have to keep on taunting me like this?  You’ve had your fun, now let me go, please. Please, I’m begging you Eric, please don’t make me do this any more.”

He smiled a broad, smug smile, lay back on the bed and lit a cigarette.  Blowing smoke up to the ceiling he said, “We both know that’s not going to happen, don’t we, hot stuff? Not a chance!  Have you any idea of the number of sweet little wives with hot pussies I’ve had over the years?  Pretty little things like you who made some sort of mistake, and then were prepared to pay to keep it quiet?  Must be dozens.  And I’ve had all the begging and pleading, all the promises that they love their husbands and they won’t do it again, all the protestations that they hate me and what I make them do, and then they just accept the inevitable. Sort of just lie back and think of England!”  He sniggered.  “The difference is, you’re the first one who’s actually liked it!”

I started to deny it, he cut me off again.  “You love it!  You teased and tickled your pretty little cunt to orgasm after orgasm just thinking about what I do to you. And when you’re here you come again and again.  And you expect me to believe that you really don’t like this? You really expect me to just let you go?  The most interesting piece of arse I’ve had in years?  Don’t be silly!”

“Please Eric.  Please let me go.” I begged.

He ignored my words completely.  “Here’s what we’re going to do.” He said, still smiling, “You’ll come here every Monday and Friday, and we’ll have lots of fun! From time to time I might want you to get away from David and meet me somewhere.  You’d better do as you’re told, because if you don’t you know what will happen, right? And you’d better believe that if I go to your precious husband, I’ll be telling him how much you like making yourself available to me, got that?”

I looked at him with pure loathing.  “You bastard!  You complete and utter bastard!  Jesus!, I wish I had a gun, I’d blow your ugly head off.”

He grinned again, “Dear, dear, Jennifer!  You really must learn to control that temper of yours!”

I jumped off the bed and began to dress as quickly as I could.  I pulled on my knickers and put my bra on, then reached for my skirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?”  He snapped, “You only get dressed when I tell you to.”

Something inside me snapped.  I spun around and faced him, my entire body shaking with rage. “Fuck you, you malicious bastard!  You do whatever you want, because that’s it, finished.  You’re never coming near me again, you got that?  Never!”  He smiled at me again.  I felt my heart pounding inside me as I seethed with rage.  I pulled on my skirt then reached for my blouse.  I was shaking so much I couldn’t fasten the buttons.  Instead I tucked it into the waistband of my skirt, then picked up my coat.  Then I heard him speak again, this time into the telephone.

“Yes, hello, can I speak to David Richards please?  Yes, it’s urgent.  My name? Tell him it’s Eric Stevens. Thank you.”  He turned to look at me and smiled again.  “It’s been nice knowing you, Jennifer.” He grinned.  I felt all colour drain from me, together with every last bit of resolve and determination.

“No.  Eric, please don’t.  Please, I’m sorry.” I whined.  He looked at me triumphantly, his eyes glittering.

“Get your kit off, then.”  He ordered.  I dropped my coat and began to remove my blouse.  “Quickly then!”  He barked. I took off my blouse then hurried to unfasten my skirt, letting it fall to the floor where I stepped out of it.  As he watched me he reached over and pressed a button on the phone, turning on the speaker.  At that moment I heard David’s voice. 

“Hi Eric, what’s the problem?”

Eric grinned at me, then motioned for me to be quiet.  “Hi David, sorry to bother you mate, I know you’re busy.  I was wondering if I could borrow a couple of things from your workshop? I’m right in the middle of a job and I don’t have the right stuff, wouldn’t you know it?”  He chuckled.

David chuckled back, “Sure, mate.  Anything you need. Listen, Jennifer will be home today, why don’t you go on up and tell her I said it’s ok?”

“You sure that’s ok?”  He motioned for me to continue undressing. I took off my bra and let it fall to the floor.

“No problem. Take what you want and I’ll see you later.”

I pushed my knickers down and stepped out of them, standing before him once again naked apart from my sheer stockings.  He looked me up and down and smiled.

“Thanks a lot, mate. See you, David.”  He pressed the button and the line went dead.  I heaved a sigh of relief.  Suddenly my legs felt weak and unsteady.  I sat down on the bed, shaking.  He looked down on me, then said evenly, “That’s the last chance I’m ever going to give you, understand?  From now on you do as you’re told or Davy boy gets some very unpleasant news, right?” I nodded dumbly.

“Good.  Now put your coat on and come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To your place.”

I looked at him horrified.  “My place?  Why on earth do you want to go there?”

He looked at me with contempt.  “You stupid bitch!  You just heard me asking your husband for the loan of some things, didn’t you?  So what will he think if he comes home this evening and all his stuff is still there?”

“I see.”  I said, feeling silly.   “Wait.  I need to get dressed first.”

“No you don’t.  Bring your things with you, just put your coat on.”

I shuddered as I pulled on my coat, gathered my things and followed him out to the cars.  It was the longest drive of my life as I followed his gleaming red Jaguar through the village towards my home.  I was constantly checking to make sure  my coat covered me, and I was terrified I would see anyone I knew.  At last we turned into the driveway of my house.  He waited by the front door as I got carefully out of my car and went over to him. I fumbled in my bag for the key, and then we were inside.  As I closed the front door behind us he turned to me and said, why don’t you make me a coffee while I go and get a couple of things from the workshop.  You can bring it out to me when it’s ready, but lose the coat first, ok?”

Without waiting for a response he turned and marched out to the shed.  My brain felt like it was going to explode!  As if in a daze I made my way to the kitchen and made the coffee.  Then with my heart hammering I slipped off my coat and picked up the mug of coffee with trembling hands.  I put my head out of the back door and peered around, checking to make sure there was no one to see my shameful surrender.  I needn’t have worried, David and I had made sure that our garden was totally private long ago.  I took a deep breath and began the short walk of shame to the shed.  I shivered as the cold air touched my skin.  I felt my nipples stiffen at once in the chill air. 

At the door of the workshop I hesitated for a brief moment, then opened the door and went inside.  Eric grinned at me as I handed him his coffee, then reached out and ran his finger across my nipples.  “I see the cold is getting to you.” He smirked.  I dropped my head in shame.  “Maybe you should do a bit of exercise?  To warm yourself up, hmm?” 

I looked at him, confused.  “What do you mean?”

“Well think back to when you were at school.  On those cold winter days when you did games I bet you had to do a warm-up routine, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but that was years ago.  Eric, you don’t really want me to…”

“Why not start with a bit of jogging on the spot?”   He grinned.

“Jogging on the…?  You’ve got to be joking!”

“Not at all. Come on.  Let’s see you jogging.”  I simply stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing.  “I’m waiting, Jennifer. Or perhaps you’d like me to call David again?”  His smile chilled ominously.

“No, wait.  Look, I’ll do it, ok? There’s no need to keep threatening to call David.”

“For the moment it would seem there’s every need.  You need to keep reminding yourself that you’re in no position to object or argue, yes?”

“Yes, Eric, I mean, no Eric.”  I stammered.

“I’m getting tired of warning you.  You’ve made your choice.  That choice is to buy my silence with your co-operation.  Of course you can stop buying that silence any time you like. You’re like a customer, and the customer is always right!  But we both know what will happen if you do that, don’t we?”

I nodded.

“Yes, of course we do.  Darling David gets a surprise package.  A film of his nice, homely little wife getting shagged stupid in a car park at the office Christmas party by some local stud.”

“Alright!” I yelled.  “You’ve made your point, and God knows you’ve had your fun. Just do what you want to do and leave me alone, ok?”

He smiled at me patronisingly.  “Now I’ve warned you about your little temper tantrums before, haven’t I?” He chuckled, “Oh I could just stick my cock into you, give you a good stuffing whenever I fancy, and leave it at that, I know that.  But I’ve already explained to you, that’s not good enough. You see, I want to have a bit of a play, and you are going to be my play thing. Understand?  I’m going to have my fun with you, and you’ll do exactly as I say, without complaint, for as long as I want you to. Got that?”

“Yes.” I snapped.

He sighed, “There’s that temper again.  You really must contain that, you know.  I won’t stand for insolence.”

“Insolence?”  I almost screamed at him. “Jesus Christ Eric, I’m not some bloody teenage schoolgirl, I’m a grown woman.”

He grinned at me, then looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts and my bush. “So I see, Jennifer, so I see!”  I felt myself blush.  “A grown woman indeed.  Grown up enough to recognise the realities of the situation you’re in.  And yet you still insist on arguing with me…”

“I wasn’t arguing with you Eric, just saying…”

“And interrupting me.” He snapped.  I fell silent.  “You’ve already accepted that you don’t want David to know about your little fling at Christmas, and you’ve been sensible enough to agree to my terms.  But you still argue and resist when I give you an instruction.  That’s just not good enough, Jennifer, not good enough at all.”

“I’m sorry, Eric.” I mumbled.

“Yes, well, sorry isn’t really good enough any more.” He said ominously. 

I felt panic rise in my stomach.  “You don’t mean you’re going to tell David?  Eric, please. Please don’t do that.  I’ve done everything you told me to do, haven’t I?”

“Yes, and you’ve bitched and whined continually.”  He snapped.  “If we’re going to continue with this ‘arrangement’, then you’re going to have to do more than just open your legs whenever I say so.  You’re going to have to earn my silence as well as buy it. And that means doing what I say without question; without arguing; without hesitation.  This is your last chance.  Either you agree to that, or…, well we know the rest, don’t we, Jennifer?”  He smiled at me smugly, then leaned back against a bench, a challenging look on his face, demanding an answer.   

My heart was hammering, the blood pounding in my ears.  My brain was racing, weighing up his threat.  For the moment I had forgotten that I was standing in my husband’s workshop, stark naked except for high heels and sheer stockings.  I tried desperately to think of a way out, of a way of escaping.  I told myself that if I went to David, confessed and begged forgiveness, that he’d understand.  I knew at once that it was false hope.  David could never forgive such a betrayal, and especially not when Eric would be sure to exploit it to the full by distributing the film.  I didn’t doubt for a moment that he would.  For a moment I toyed with the idea of facing the consequences, of telling David everything, including what Eric had coerced me into doing.  I immediately realised what those consequences would be.  I would lose everything.  I knew I couldn’t face that.  That left only one option.  I felt my stomach tighten into a knot, for a moment I thought I was going to be sick.  I fought back the nausea, took several deep breaths to clear my head and calm my jangling nerves. Then looked up at Eric.

He was watching me like a predator.  He smiled confidently at me, then lit a cigarette, blew a stream of smoke lazily up into the air.  He seemed in no hurry to break the silence, clearly, he thought he’d said all he needed to say.  I knew what my response would be, had to be, but I was suddenly incapable of saying the words.  I tried to form them in my mind, but nothing seemed to come out.  I opened my mouth to speak several times, only to close it again, unable to make a sound.  Finally, I heaved a huge sigh.  I felt my shoulders sag, felt my resistance leave me.  I was broken and defeated.

“OK Eric, you win.”  I said simply.  Those few words cost me so much of my self- respect and dignity I wanted to weep.

“I always do, Jennifer, I always do!” He grinned, smugly.  “Now tell me what you mean by that.”

I tried to swallow, found that my mouth was dry.  I tried to clear my throat, couldn’t.  “I’ll do whatever you want.”  I said huskily.

“And?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, without argument or complaint.  You can have your fun, Eric.  I’ll be your plaything.”

“Finally!” He laughed.  “I knew you’d see sense in the end.  Now let me make it perfectly clear what I expect from you.  You will make yourself available to me whenever I tell you to.  You will wear what I say and do what I say.  If you refuse, I send the film to David, and if you complain I will punish you.  Is that clear?”

“Yes Eric.”

“You will not try to resist me in any way, and that includes preventing yourself from enjoying our little game, understand?”

“Yes Eric.”

“Yes, indeed!  I like to see a woman climaxing.  You can expect to have many orgasms over the coming weeks and months.  If I find out you’ve faked a climax, I’ll punish you.  Any questions?” He smiled triumphantly.

“No.” I said quietly.

“Good. Now let’s have you jogging on the spot, like I said.  I don’t want my little toy getting cold, do I?”  He chuckled.

With a heavy heart I began to jog slowly on the spot.

“Faster!” he barked.  “Come on, get those knees up.”

I jogged faster, lifting my knees as high as I could.  My breasts began to swing and bounce painfully. I put my hands over them to ease the pressure.

“What’s the matter, your tits hurting?” He laughed.  I nodded.  “Too bad, I like to watch them swing.  Let them go.”  I did as he ordered without comment.  Next he had me doing star jumps, and then I had to bend and touch my toes.  As I bent and then straightened, he walked behind me.  I could feel his eyes raking over me.  Then I had to open my legs wide and bend over as far as I could.  He stood behind me once more.  I could imagine the view he had.  He ran his hands over my bottom, then slowly ran a fingertip along my slit.  I felt a shudder run through my body, and then a pang of shame.  Eric chuckled to himself.

“Feels to me like your pussy’s getting wet again.”  He said with obvious amusement in his voice.  “Would you like me to give your clit a bit of a tickle?”  When I didn’t answer he slapped my bottom hard, making me yelp with shock and pain.  “I said would you like me to give your clit a bit of a tickle?”  He snarled.

“If you want to, Eric.”  I said quietly.

“That’s not what I asked.  If I wanted to do it, I would. What I asked is would you like me to tickle it.  Well? Would you?”

I knew I wasn’t going to escape this humiliation.  I gave in.  “Yes Eric.”

“Yes what?”

“I’d like you to tickle my clit.”  I closed my eyes and bit my lip to fight back the tears of shame and humiliation.

“Then ask me nicely.”

“What?”

“Ask me nicely.”

I felt tears escape from my eyes.  I took a deep breath, then blurted out,  “Please Eric, will you tickle my clit.”

He laughed to himself, then I felt his finger slip between my lips.  I realised I was absolutely soaking wet, and incredibly sensitive.  He quickly found my button, began to stroke and tease it.  Within moments sharp jolts of pleasure seemed to shoot through me like electricity.  My nipples tingled, and I felt warm waves spread out from my pussy.  As he continued to stroke and tease my bud the sensations grew and grew.  I realised that I was gasping and moaning, and that my hands were gripping my ankles tightly.  I knew if he continued I would climax. I was torn between wanting him to stop, and wanting the delicious sensations to continue until I came.

Moments later I was on the brink of climaxing.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the waves of pleasure which were beginning to intensify in the way I knew meant my orgasm was close.  Just as I reached the very brink, Eric pulled his hand away and said, “I think you’ve had enough of that for now, stand up.”

I let slip an involuntary moan of frustration as I stood unsteadily.  Eric chuckled to himself. “Oh dear, were you about to come?” He asked in mock sympathy.  I didn’t answer.  I felt my face flush hotly.  “Just as well you didn’t really.”  He grinned.

I felt confused.  “Why?”  I asked, “You said I was going to come lots of times with you.”

“And so you will.  But only when I give you permission.”

“When you give me permission?” I echoed, incredulous, “You mean I have to ask you before I can come?”

“Oh yes.  That’s another rule.” He smiled sweetly. “You can only come with my permission.  And that includes the times when you’re with me, when you’re on your own, even when you’re with David.”

My brain felt as though it was about to explode.  “You mean I have to ask for your permission before I can come, even when I’m with my own husband?”

“Exactly!” He beamed.

“But how am I going to do that?” I demanded.  “I can hardly call you up when I’m with him and say, ‘hello Eric, this is Jennifer.  Is it ok if David makes me come?’, can I?”

“Well no, of course not!” He laughed, “Even David would get suspicious at that!  No, you’ll have to ask in advance.”

“In advance?”  I asked, stupidly.

“Yes.  Put it like this, if you think David is likely to be a bit frisky this evening, you must ask me if you can allow him to use your body, and you must also ask for permission to come whilst he’s having you.  You must tell me how many orgasms you intend to have, and you must have exactly that number.  Same goes for when I’m not around.  If you want to have a bit of a play on your own, you have to phone me and ask for permission to masturbate and to climax.  Understand?”

I looked at him in sheer amazement.  He didn’t just want to use me and play with me, he wanted to own me completely.  “But Eric, you can’t expect me to do that…”  I began.

“Are you arguing with me?” He snapped.

“No.  Of course not Eric.” I stammered, suddenly aware of the menace in his voice.

“I think you are.  I think you still haven’t learned your lesson.”  He sat down on a stool, “Well perhaps this will teach you.  Get over my knee.”

“Eric, I wasn’t arguing with you, I promise.” I begged, “Please, I just wanted to know what you meant. Please, Eric, I’m sorry.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.  I submitted meekly, and in moments I was across his lap, my naked bottom high in the air.  He stroked my skin with one hand, while the other took a firm grip around my waist.  “Now you’ll understand why you should do as you’re told.” He growled.  He slapped my bottom with a stinging blow, making me gasp with shock and pain.  Before I could say anything he slapped me again.  And then another slap struck me.  Soon I was yelping and crying with each blow, begging him to stop, promising him I would do anything he said without arguing, apologising for my actions.  When I put my hands across my bottom to protect myself, he made me take them away and apologise once more.  Soon my bottom felt as though it was on fire and I was sobbing like a little girl.

Finally he stopped.  He dragged me to my feet and made me stand in front of him.  Without thinking I reached behind me and began to rub my blazing cheeks.  He reached out and ran his fingers across my bush.  Instinctively, I pulled away.

“Now, now, Jennifer, don’t be naughty.” He chided.

I pushed my hips forward again, allowing him to stroke my mound once more.  He reached between my thighs and gently pushed them apart.  I shuffled my feet wider in response to his unspoken order, and then shuddered as he ran the tip of his finger along my slit.  He stroked my slit for a few seconds, then slipped his finger between my lips and quickly found my clit once more.  Shame flooded through me as I realised how wet I was.  Eric chuckled again, “You’re soaking wet, you know that?”  I groaned in misery. 

“You ever been spanked before?” He demanded. I shook my head.  “Well you obviously like it!” He laughed, “Just feel how wet you are down here!”  I felt tears escape from my eyes, begin to run down my face.  He pressed his finger against my clit, began to stroke it in small circles.  I felt the waves of pleasure radiate out, making my nerve endings sing.  He reached out with his free hand and began to stroke my nipples.  Within moments I was gasping and moaning.  It was all I could do not to thrust my hips forward onto the fingers which were teasing and tormenting me once more.

“Jennifer, you’re absolutely soaking now!” He laughed. “I bet you’d like to come, wouldn’t you?” He smiled at me, enjoying my shame. “Tell me.  Tell me if you’d like to come.”  He insisted.  

My heart was pounding.  I could hear the blood roaring in my ears.  It was hard to breathe, I was aware that I was panting and gasping in response to the delicious torment of his fingers.  I tried to speak, found that I couldn’t, the words simply wouldn’t form in my brain.  He slid his finger along my slit, found the entrance to my hot, wet tunnel, and began to slowly penetrate me.  I heard myself sigh and then whimper as his finger slid deeper and deeper into me.  His thumb started to press on my clit.  I moaned again.  He laughed quietly.

“Proper little slut, aren’t you?”  He laughed again.  “You haven’t told me if you want to come yet, Jennifer.”  Without waiting for a response, he inserted two fingers into me, then began to slowly fuck me with them.  It was almost too much for me.  I opened my legs further and thrust my hips forward, pushing his fingers deeper into me.  He laughed again, I didn’t care.  All that mattered to me was climaxing.  Powerful waves of pleasure swept through me.  I could hear myself grunting, gasping, moaning as I impaled myself on his fingers.

“Don’t forget to ask permission, Jennifer.  Unless you want another spanking, of course!” He laughed.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to shut out the image of the smug grin on his face.  To my eternal shame I heard myself whine, “Please Eric, please can I come? Please, Eric, I want to come.  Please?”

He pulled his fingers out of me, then took hold of my clit between his thumb and forefinger.  He pulled it forward and upwards, making me stand on tip-toe and thrust my pelvis forward.  My eyes flew open in shock at the new wave of sensations it induced in me.  I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and in doing so I looked him in the eye.  His entire face was lit with triumph and amusement.

“How long do you think I could hold you here, Jennifer?”  He grinned.

“Please Eric.” I gasped.

He rubbed my clit between his thumb and finger whilst keeping me on tip-toe, grinned again.  “Who knows how long I’ll keep you like this, standing there whilst I play with your hot little button!”  He reached out and cupped each breast in turn, then gently pinched each nipple, sending spikes of pleasure through me. 

“Please Eric.” I repeated.

He looked into my eyes and laughed.  “Hot little bitch.  You just can’t get enough can you, love?”

“Eric, I need to come.  Please, I’m begging you.”

“You’re begging me to let you come?”

“Yes!” I almost screamed at him.  I was gripping his shoulders tightly, my hips writhed around as he held my clit gently but firmly.

Suddenly he let go of me, took his hand away from my aching clit.  “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet Jennifer.”  He grinned,  “Why don’t you show me how much you want to please me?”

“What do you want me to do?” I pleaded.

“Perhaps you’d like to suck my cock?” He smiled.  “Would you like that, Jennifer? Tell me how much you’d like to do that.”

“Oh I’d love to suck your cock, Eric!” I breathed.  At that moment I’d have done anything to be ale to climax.  I dropped to my knees in front of him, ignoring the cold of the concrete floor. I began to fumble with the zip of his trousers.  In moments I had opened them and brought out his cock, which was already stiff.  I grasped it firmly, wrapping my fingers around the hot shaft, then began to suck eagerly on his member.  Soon his cock was hard and throbbing in my mouth.  I sucked and licked it, feeling it twitch with pleasure.  I cupped and stroked his balls, feeling the skin tighten, hearing him grunt with pleasure.

“Oh you are fucking good at that!” He laughed, “Do you do it as well as that for David?”

I closed my eyes in shame at the mention of my husband’s name.  He laughed again at my reaction.  I had begun to prepare myself for him coming in my mouth, expecting his hot, salty jism at any moment.  However, he made me stand and bend over David’s work bench, then positioned himself behind me.  I felt his broad cock start to enter me and heard myself sigh as the pleasure waves began again.  As he drove into me I found myself pushing back to meet his strokes.  He reached around me and began to stroke and cup my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were stiff and incredibly sensitive.

“Tell me how much you want to come.” He breathed in my ear.

I was too far-gone to resist.  “Oh I want to come so badly, Eric.  Please.  Please let me come Eric.  Please, I’m begging you.”

“You can come when I come.” He sniggered.  “So the better you make it for me, the sooner I come, and the sooner you get to come off too.  It’s up to you, Jennifer!”

I felt myself blush, then gave myself over to the pleasure I was feeling.  I ground my hips back onto him, forcing his cock deep into me.  I spread my thighs wide, then reached between them and began to cup and stroke his balls.  I lifted his hand to my face, began to kiss and lick his fingers, then took his index finger into my mouth and began to suck and lick it as I’d done to his cock.  He grunted again, then slammed his cock into me, forcing me forward onto the workbench.  My breasts were pressed into the rough wood surface, Eric’s weight pinned me down as he thrust into me time after time.  I knew I was so close to orgasm, longed for the release.  And then he groaned and I felt his cock twitch inside me before the familiar warmth began to spread into me.  I gasped and then began to come myself.  Hot, bright colours exploded in my head as my climax hit.   I felt my legs give beneath me and I fell forward onto the rough wooden bench, pinned against it by his weight on top of me.

He was grunting and panting as he recovered from his climax. I could smell tobacco on his breath.  Finally he stood up, slipping his cock from me as he did so and sighed happily.  I was too stunned to move, simply lay across the bench, my heart hammering against my ribs.  “Very good, Jennifer, very good indeed.” He chuckled, “You’re getting to like this, aren’t you?”

I stood up slowly, my legs still shaky.  “How long do you think you’ll want to do this to me, Eric?” I asked quietly.

“As long as I like.” He snorted, “You complaining?”

“No!” I gasped, aware of how ruthless he could be if provoked, “No, I wasn’t complaining, Eric, honestly, I was just wondering, that’s all.” I forced myself to smile at him.

“Well never you mind how long we’ll be doing this. I told you, once I get bored of you, I’ll let you go.” He lit up another cigarette.

“And when that happens, will you give me the master copy?” I asked imploringly.

“Possibly.  Although I may want to keep a copy, just for fun.” He grinned.  “Now, I’ll see you again on Friday, at 9.30. Don’t be late, understand?”

“Yes Eric.” I said obediently.

“And next time, wear some very sexy underwear, the best you’ve got.  Better still, go out and buy some new ones just for me.  David isn’t allowed to even see them.  They’re just for me, understand?”

“Eric, I can’t afford to go around buying expensive knickers.” I complained, “And besides, David checks the credit card statement every month, he’d spot something like that immediately.”

He smiled at me, “Clever girl.  Of course he would, and we don’t want him asking any awkward questions, do we?” He took out his wallet, took out a few twenty-pound notes and handed them to me.  “Use this.” He grinned, “Keep the change somewhere safe, I may want you to buy other things.” I took the money dumbly.  “Right then Jennifer, I can’t stand around here chatting to you all day, I’ve got lots to do.  See you Friday!”  He calmly walked away, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the workshop.

I hurried inside and ran to the bathroom.  I showered, then went back downstairs.  I shook my head in disbelief.  How had I got myself into this mess? I knew the answer, of course.  My own fault.  If I hadn’t been so stupid as to have allowed myself to be seduced at that bloody Christmas night out. If there hadn’t been a film of the entire incident. If Eric hadn’t somehow obtained it.  I shook my head again.  I knew I would do whatever he wanted to keep that film secret.  I started to wonder what he might want to do next, began to imagine scenarios, tormenting myself.  And then I realised, to my horror, that I was becoming aroused.  I slipped my hand inside my bathrobe and stroked my pussy.  I groaned to myself as I found myself soaking wet.  What the hell was happening to me?

As I withdrew my finger I brushed it against my clit. Jolts of pleasure shot through me.  I stormed through the house, raging against myself.  Yes, I’d been stupid, yes I’d been unfaithful to David. Yes I’d allowed Eric to manipulate and use me.  But did I have to give in so easily?  Did I have to actually enjoy it? I called myself every vile name I could think of.  I was a slut, a whore, a ridiculous, pathetic, bored little housewife looking for some cheap thrills.  If I had any self-respect I’d never have allowed myself to be manoeuvred into behaving as I had. 

I’d hoped that by berating myself I would drive away the delicious, warm, sensual feeling coursing through me.

I was wrong.

I finally ran out of insults to call myself.  I sat down on the bed I shared with David and wept.  After ten minutes or so I calmed down.  I began to drift into a kind of half-sleep.  Images of Eric came into my mind.  The way he looked at me as I undressed before him.  The way he examined the most intimate parts of my body.  The feel of his hands as they knowingly explored and stimulated me.

Suddenly I was seized by a burning need.  I rolled onto my back and fumbled urgently with the belt of my bathrobe.  Pulling it open, I stroked and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger.  I sighed with pleasure, then spread my legs slowly and deliberately.  I ran my fingers through my pubic hair again and again, then stroked the tip of my finger along my slit.

Oh my God I was so wet! 

I heard myself groan with pleasure.

I slowly rubbed my fingers along the lips of my pussy.  My body sang with pleasure.  I could smell my own scent, knew I was incredibly aroused.  I pushed a trembling finger between my lips and slipped it into my pussy, followed by a second.  The sensations were delicious! I slowly fingered myself, savouring the warm pleasure seeping through me.  I opened my legs as wide as I could, spreading myself, then gently stroked my clit with my fingertip. 

I almost came instantly.

I forced myself to hold back, not wanting to end the wonderful self imposed torture.  I pressed my finger against the base of my clit, forcing the hood back and forth over my sensitive bud.  Ecstasy surged through me like electricity. I arched my back and cried out, pushing my hips up off the bed.  As I began to stroke the head of my clit with my fingertip with tiny, circular movements, I felt a massive orgasm approach.  My breath caught in my throat, my entire body rigid with anticipation.  And then it broke on me.  It seemed to go on for ever and ever.  Waves of pleasure surging through me, making me shudder and moan.  Bright, hot colours exploded in my mind.  My body felt as thought it were on fire!

When it finally subsided I collapsed onto the bed gasping and shaking, every nerve ending jangling.  My body felt as thought it was made of lead, my limbs heavy and unresponsive.  It was all I could do to roll onto my side and curl into a ball.  I lay there, like a naughty child hiding away for what seemed like hours.  Finally I sat up.  I immediately caught sight of myself in the dressing table mirror. 

My God, I looked a sight!  Hair in total disarray, my eye make-up had run everywhere, making me look like a frightened panda!  I struggled slowly to my feet and looked at myself properly.  My nipples were swollen and pink, my pubic hair between my legs wet.  I began to laugh uncontrollably. I sat back on the bed and laughed and laughed!  Finally I managed to regain some control.  I made my way to the bathroom and showered again, carefully avoiding any prolonged contact with my nipples or my clit.  Then I dressed and reapplied some subtle make up.

Some time later, as I sipped a coffee downstairs, I remembered what Eric had said.  I hadn’t asked for his permission to climax.  I chided myself at once.  Stupid bloody fool!  How on earth would he ever know?  How could such things even occur to me?  Telling myself over and over again that I couldn’t possibly consider admitting my ‘transgression’, I tried to busy myself around the house. 

I lasted almost an hour.   

Suddenly, I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I scrambled for the phone and dialled his number.  It rang for several seconds, and then the familiar voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Eric, it’s me, Jennifer.” I gasped, my heart in my mouth.

“Jennifer? What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned.

“Eric, there’s something I have to tell you.”  I could feel my legs shaking as I spoke. 

He sighed with irritation.  “What is it? Are you going to tell me how you won’t play my little game any more? We both know that’s not the case, Jennifer, so why bother?”

I took a deep, unsteady breath, “No, it’s not that, Eric.  I need to tell you something, I need to confess something to you…..”

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.