Just an Ordinary Housewife
Chapter 2 - Up to my Neck in it.
I was in deep trouble. Alex had had two sessions with me, both against my better
judgement if nor entirely against my will. I couldn't tell my husband because he
was more likely to believe Alex and also because he probably would also want to
keep his job. Even if caught in the act it would be difficult to prove my side
of the story.
Robert was still, if ineffectively, trying to get me pregnant and I also had
serious doubts about this too. Fortunately, the stress I felt under was acting
as a useful contraceptive!
I sat down to read the newspaper in the morning sunshine (poetic licence - this
is England..) and have a quiet cup of tea. Its what all English people do when
they can't be bothered to do anything else! Robert was out at work and I had
time to plan the day. Almost taking me by surprise the telephone rang and I
answered without any expectation of excitement.
"Kelly?" said the voice
"Its Alex"
I suddenly felt sick.
"Hello" I replied, "How are you?" Not really wanting to know.
"I thought I would come and see you again, tomorrow morning"
"Er, yes" I replied lamely.
"You will be in about 11 then?" said Alex, more of a statement than a question.
"OK"
"See you tomorrow then" and with that he put the phone down.
I went off to finish my tea with my heart pounding and perspiration beginning to
run down my chest. What could I do? Perhaps the answer was, as the old fashioned
saying goes, just lie back and think of England!
Somehow I felt a sexy tension and nervousness and my hands were shaking. I went
slowly to the bathroom, lowered my jeans and knickers and sat down on the
lavatory seat. I opened my slit with both hands and looked down between the
hairs. Why on Earth were women designed to have this little orifice that every
man wanted to get into I thought. My fingers moved to the side of my clitoris
and began moving up and down. Breathing heavily I let out an audible gasp as my
fingers completed their task. I mopped up some of the juices with a tissue and
pulled my knickers and jeans back on.
The day passed quickly and I tried not to look worried when Robert came home. A
half bottle of red wine left over from the weekend helped. We watched TV and
went to bed.
"Are we making babies again tonight, dear?" I asked, as if it was something we
did every night.
"I don't think so. I've a long way to go tomorrow. Alex is sending me to a new
customer half way across the country" Robert replied resignedly.
If Alex was going to have sex with me tomorrow it was essential that we did it
tonight to try to ensure that Robert was the father of any resulting offspring.
Without saying a word I reached out and put a hand on the top of his leg.
Leaving it there for a few seconds I moved it up to his cock. It had some life
in but not much. Squeezing between finger and thumb I slowly eased back his
foreskin and then it began to get really lively.
"Oh, alright then" he said with just a touch more enthusiasm! I rolled onto my
back and spread my legs. I'd given it another little tickle before bedtime so it
slid in without difficulty. I tried not to think about Alex, wondering what he
planned to do to me tomorrow, but could not help it. I dug my nails into
Robert's back as my muscles contracted on his cock and he fired it off inside
me.
Robert withdrew in a state of surprise that he apparently had such an effect on
me.
"Wow" he exclaimed, "that should have done the trick!"
"I hope so" I replied.
"Are you coming to the bathroom with me to clean up? he said.
"I don't think so. I need to leave your cum in to do it's work"
To emphasise my enthusiasm for pregnancy, I took hold of a tissue in one hand
and squeezed his cock with my other to ease out the drips.
"That will do, Robert. Now let's go to sleep, You have a busy day tomorrow."
If he was going to have a busy day I dreaded to think of the sort of day that I
was going to have.
Robert got up, shaved, showered, had a light breakfast and went to work. I just
got up for breakfast unwashed and wearing a cotton towelling dressing gown.
What next? I would take my time getting ready for 11 am.
A light shower for starters, not washing too thoroughly between my legs but
making sure that the hair was clean. Then a proper hairwash. I was proud of my
blonde tresses and grew in confidence as I brushed and blowed them dry.
What clothes to wear. Maybe very unsexy sweater, jeans and trainers. Maybe not,
there was little point in being difficult about the inevitable. Starting from
the bottom, so to speak,(!) I chose matching pale blue knickers and bra with
just a quick glance in the mirror as I bent over and let my breasts fall into
the cups.
For jewellery, just a single string of (real) pearls. It added a touch of class
that really gets men going, so I'm told. Instead of stockings or tights I
decided to leave my legs uncovered and topped it all off with a one piece cotton
dress that buttoned down the front and finished well below my knees.
I sat down to touch up my pink nail polish and added matching lipstick with my
make-up. Shoes, a slingback minimalist sandal, with my regulation 2 inch heels
completed the ensemble.
Alex arrived just after eleven. We had coffee and biscuits and made polite
conversation, neither of us seemingly wanting to rush into the obvious activity
too quickly.
I decided to get it going.
"So what are you going to do to me today, Alex?"
"Its not so much what but how" he replied, "You are looking too good for words!"
So did he just want to screw me and have control over me or, in fact, did he
quite like me as a person too?
"Lets go upstairs and get started" he said and took me by the arm more as a
positive sign than a need for force. It was fairly clear that I was not going to
resist although I was not sure if I was going to like it. I got to the top of
the stairs with heart pounding and he led me into the guest room again.
This time he sat me down on the arm chair and looked at me with a smile.
"Let's see what you have to offer today Kelly". My dress had a belt around the
waist and he unbuttoned it from the waist down. It fell apart showing all of my
legs. "Knickers off, please, Kelly" he said and I raised my backside to lower
them. Alex eased them off down my legs and over my shoes.
Next he took hold of my ankles and raised my legs so that my knees latched over
the ends of the arms of the chair and, with my legs apart, exposed everything.
Alex was enjoying the view. I felt like I was at the doctors in a position that
I could not escape from.
"Use your hands and open yourself up a bit more for me, Kelly"
I nervously did as I was told, trying to put a brave face on it and not to start
to cry like last time.
"Now use your fingers on yourself, Kelly". Alex was really enjoying this and
noticed I was thoroughly aroused. I gave a little moan with a hint of an orgasm
and he walked towards me and with an upturned hand slipped two fingers in and a
thumb on my clitoris. My head went back and I squirmed and squealed, panting for
breath and breasts heaving.
I was also beginning to lose my nerve half crying and half moaning "Alex" "Oh"
"Alex" "Ah, AAh, Aaaah! with tears welling up again.
"Robert fucked you last night, didn't he?" said Alex feeling the contents of my
vagina. "Is he trying to get you pregnant?" He must have casually mentioned it
at the office for Alex to pick this up. "Well he might be, isn't that what
married people do" I replied defiantly. "Then let's have another go now" said
Alex.
I did resist as he led me to my own bedroom. I really did not want to do it
there under these circumstances. Alex pushed me face down half onto the bed and
raised my skirt exposing my bare backside. He held me down with a hand in my
hair and began working his fingers into my vagina. Now I was really squealing
and squirming and holding back more tears. This way round, his thumb pressed on
my anus prompting the comment "Kelly, that will be nice to play with
sometime....."
At last I became still and Alex rolled me onto my back and undid the belt and
buttons of my dress. I sat up and let it slip off my own shoulders and
instinctively unfastened my bra. Alex removed my shoes and I was, apart from the
pearls and my wedding ring, quite naked.
Alex removed his clothes and sat astride my chest. He pulled my head up by my
hair and put his cock in my mouth. "Make it really hard, Kelly!". My lips
gripped the shaft and moved his foreskin up and down till it was rock solid.
Alex moved back, put his arms under my knees and lifted my legs high in the air.
His cock went straight in right to the end of my vagina which made me wince with
a sharp pain as it would go no further.
The cock worked me harder and harder and wetter and wetter my own body
embarrassing me with the squelching noises. It was hand over mouth time again to
quieten my noise, a mixture of sexual pain and pleasure. We both came together
and my spasms squeezed the life out of his cock.
Disengaged, I turned onto my side allowing Alex easy access to my breasts from
his side. They were hot and perspiring and excitement shot through me as he
squeezed my nipples. He moved alongside me with his cock level with my mouth and
I knew what I had to do.
He didn't need to say, "Lick it clean for me, Kelly". I took the shaft with one
hand and squeezed and pulled down on his testicles with the other. The foreskin
went back again and my tongue got on with the job.
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Eventually I got accustomed to Alex's regular visits and learned to do all that
he asked. Sometimes partly clothed, sometimes naked. He did me from the back,
the front, the sides, and on my knees which I think he liked best of all. My
dangling breasts being a great attraction to him.
Sometimes he made me work him off by hand and then use my mouth but I could
never swallow cum fired straight into my mouth.
After these sessions he would tidy up quickly and go off to work. I was left
looking dishevelled and feeling sore so I usually took a slow bath to recover
sometimes feeling my own breasts and clitoris.
One day just after Alex's car had left the drive I was in my dressing gown when
there was a knock on the door. I answered it to find Robert's brother had called
round to collect a couple of books Robert had promised to lend him. This was to
have unexpected consequences some time later.
Alex was so confident of his control over me that he asked Robert if he could
"borrow" me to take me to a lunchtime fashion show that his company were
sponsoring. "No Problem" said Robert, "Just make sure she doesn't drink too much
and behaves herself....."
More about that in Chapter3.
(Chapter 3 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
