Just an Ordinary Housewife
Chapter 7 - Why am I doing this?
I have thought long and hard about this chapter. On the one hand, even some
considerable time after the event, I feel embarrassed by the humiliation and
pain I allowed myself to suffer in exchange for the doubtful pleasure. Oh, and
the money!
On the other hand I feel it is important to let other people, who may have
comparatively uninteresting sex lives, know that there are plenty of seemingly
respectable people who do quite unrespectable things in private.
So how do I strike a balance to maintain credibility without excessive
salaciousness? I will give it a try.
The agency phoned to ask how had I got on with Mike as he was new to them too. I
told them that he was a bit rough but I would have another go and report back,
but in the meantime they would not let him have any more contacts with other
women. I met Mike on several more occasions before I decided to make a real
effort to get my sex life into a more orderly way.
The meetings with Mike now began in mid morning. We met in the hotel coffee shop
for a Cappuccino and a modest piece of chocolate cake. My system was going to
need a fair amount of sugar in my blood stream to keep me going.
Then we went up to his room for proceedings to begin.
I went up ahead of him to change my clothes. The just popped out to the
supermarket sexy housewife look was much more me, but Mike preferred the
seriously tarty look!
My longish skirt and blouse was changed for a short black dress with a lowish
neckline that really should not be seen in public before 6 o'clock in the
evening. Shoes were exchanged for something less comfortable with another inch
added to the heels.
Now, this reminds me of a strange incident some years ago. I was in Singapore
staying with my sister and setting out for day drip on her husband's corporate
boat.
The marina had hotel and restaurant type accommodation and we had to take the
lift down from the carpark to the sealevel entrance hall. Halfway down, the lift
stopped and we were frozen with amazement at the sight of the woman getting in.
Probably in her early thirties with a look not dissimilar to the actress Kim
Basinger, she was wearing a short gold lame dress, matching gold lame shoes with
(I could barely believe this!) a gold lame bow in her long blonde hair. We spent
the rest of the day discussing had she just done it, was she about to, and
definitely the position(s) she would do it in!
She probably felt no different to me in my black dress in England. Some
adjustment to my makeup, mainly slightly redder lipstick and a refresh of
blusher and I was ready for him.
"Hi, Kelly, you look great!" he said as if he had not seen me only a few minutes
ago. It seemed a bit pointless putting everything on if it was only going to
come off quite quickly!
"Thank you, Mike. What do you want me to do for you now?" I replied. It was
usual to start with the leather strap. Mike knew and enjoyed, and seemed to know
how to inflict pain and indignity without leaving any lasting marks. Generally,
that is. One day he swapped the strap for a cane that left their marks until
Robert came home on the Friday night. I had to feign a headache and get
undressed in the dark. Later I said that I had slipped on the stairs and bruised
my bottom in the fall! It was at that point I had had enough.
"I think today we will start with your tits, Kelly"
Mike moved behind me and tied my hands behind my back. He undid the hook and eye
at the back my dress and pulled down the zipper. Unfastening my bra released my
breasts and he pulled the shoulder straps right down too. The whole effect with
my arms pinned back was to thrust my chest forward.
"Now kneel down, Kelly..." and I lowered my knees to a thick rug on the floor.
"...and look up at me!" he commanded.
This had the knock on effect of sticking my breasts out even further. Mike
wielded the strap with great skill, the first few strokes doing little more than
make a slapping noise as they hit my soft skin.
He paused and rubbed the leather against my nipples making them stand out rigid.
The next strokes were harder. To the lower side of my breasts in a slightly
upward direction. I was now breathing harder and beginning to shake.
"Please, Mike. Please don't hurt me!"
"AAArgh!!" I cried out as the next few strokes brought the tears down my cheeks
and an intense local pain that spread through my body.
Mike helped me to my feet. I could hardly stand as he untied my hands. My
breasts were visible in the mirror and I was surprised that they were barely
pink and nothing like as red as the glowing feeling told me they might be.
"That WAS good, Kelly!" not wondering how good it had been for me. "Now let's
get you out of this dress to get to the important parts of your body"
My dress slipped all the way down to the floor and my bra fell away from my
arms. I stood there in my knickers, which surely would not stay on for long,
hold ups stockings and shoes. Mike told me to step out of my shoes, pulled down
my knickers and told me to lie on the bed.
It was quite pleasant to lie down but the beating had triggered my fight and
flight responses (not that it was possible to do either)and my blood had all run
to my arms and legs and lungs. Between my legs I was bone dry - and Mike knew
this too.
He took his clothes off. He was quite proud of his body and with good reason.
Over six feet tall, muscular and, quite good looking as far as a woman was
concerned! His cock was in proportion to the rest of him and he enjoyed using
it. Under the circumstances it was a tight fit and I squealed and wriggled as it
went in. On top of me his hands held my wrists above my head and the weight of
his body pinned down the rest of me. In out, In out, faster, slower, faster
slower it roused me to excitement and I forgot about my sore breasts. I
contracted quite violently as he came inside me and then I lay still.
The reason that (except me!) there are so many unplanned pregnancies is because
men have a desperately strong urge to sow their seed unprotected. Mike, like all
my other sexual partners preferred me to leave it in rather than clean up
immediately. Like all men - WHY do they make women do this? - he liked to be
cleaned up with my mouth and tongue. I'm not sure what I like least; cleaning up
or actually having it shot in my mouth first. Mike preferred the former and as
the paying customer, that was what he got.
The routine was a light (!) beating followed by sex; a short rest and a repeat.
I now know what the phrase "pussy whipped" means. Fortunately with my pubic hair
intact it could have been worse.
I would either be bent over the end of the bed resting on a pillow with another
pillow to put my face into and muffle my cries, or kneeling on the floor with my
body resting on the seat of a large armchair. Either way a firm cushion was
placed between my feet or knees to prevent me from closing my legs. Bent over
the bed with high heels on the stretched muscles of the backs of my legs seemed
to increase the pain.
After a cup of sweet tea and a rest I was arrayed in the chosen position again
with hands tied behind my back.
Mike seemed to like my rear view and ran both his hands and the strap slowly up
and down my crease before applying the leather.
My backside and inner thighs made good targets and probably took twelve strokes
each, with long painful pauses, between them. As before I started with silent
deep breaths and then the pointless "No! Please no more!" sobs.
To conclude, Mike flicked the strap upwards between my legs. With each cry I
flinched and stuck my bottom out even further making an even easier target. The
hairs cushioned the blows partly but the impact was painful enough and
occasionally the strap caught the edge of my open slit producing a muffled
scream into the pillow.
"That WAS good, Kelly!" he said again, running his hands over his handiwork.
After this he would take me from behind with a really deep entrance and hands on
my sore breasts. I would lie there after a massive orgasm panting sobbing and
shaking with cum running down my legs trying to understand why it also made me
feel so satisfied!
While bent over, Mike used to finger my anus and I knew it was only a matter of
time before I had my second experience of this nature. He was quite open about
it asking me to agree to it and promised no beating. It seemed too good to be
true. For anal sex I was allowed to go up to his room in my normal street
clothes to start the session. Apparently he was more turned on by doing a pretty
English housewife up the backside than doing a tart - particularly if it was
"voluntary".
Mike asked me to undress completely and did the same himself. "The bathroom
first Kelly" he said, leading me by the arm. "Wait a second please, Mike I need
a pee!" I was feeling quite nervous. "Get on with it Kelly and then we will
clean you up"
Despite all the things he had already done to me I felt embarrassed as he
watched and did it with my knees firmly together. His cock expanded so the head
was clear of the foreskin and I felt even more embarrassed.
"Sit on the bidet, Kelly..." he said "...and sit facing the wall". It was an
unusual position and I nearly hit the ceiling when he began to run the water
that shot up into my slit! It was a surprisingly pleasant sensation
as Mike washed me with warm soap and water. He coated his fingers with a good
lather of soap and pushed them right up my backside, rinsing them and inserting
them to clean the passage as much as possible. I felt a further embarrassment of
an orgasm building up!
Washed and dried it was back to the bed again. I just hoped that Mike was not
going to cum until the deed was done.
"Lie on the bed face down, Kelly"
I did as instructed.
"Spread your legs now please" he said taking me by an ankle and doing it for me.
"Now put your hands on your bum and pull your cheeks apart....."
I could only guess what I looked like at this point. Mike's fingers applied a
slippery cream first rubbing it round and round and then inside. Once inside his
fingers stretched the orifice more and more as I began to quite enjoy what he
was doing to me. The relaxation did not last long as it was soon time for
penetration.
"Up on your knees now, Kelly"
Two cushions were placed under my hips and another between my knees.
"Now bend over again.."
My head was down on the bed and my bum up in the air. Out of the corner of my
eye I saw Mike pull back his foreskin ready to put his cock in my anus. I
tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again as the pressure built up. Even with lots
of lubrication anal sex is not as easy as one might think.
One big push.
"MIKE! AAAHHH! Oh GOD..!!!"
And it was inside me. Only a little and a long way to go but it was a start. I
could now relax again, as although stretched tight it was easy for Mike's firm
shaft to go in and out. In, Out. In Out. I was rocking backwards and forwards in
sympathy as my anus was thoroughly fucked.
Because of the tightness, anal sex is over quite quickly.
We contracted together and I felt the cum flow. Mike extracted himself and I
weakly rolled off the cushions. Now it was his turn to clean up on the bidet and
quite unsubmissively I went and gave him a hand.
He was, as they say, well endowed and it was fun using two soapy hands on it.
Quite a thick shaft with quite a thick foreskin too which I pulled fully back to
wash and rinse clean his knob. Squeezing the shaft from the base with finger and
thumb while holding the skin back with the other hand produced a dribble of
residual cum which I washed off too. He dried and put his clothes on while I
showered and then it was time to go back to respectability.
I phoned Mrs R at the agency and told her that I was taking a break for a while.
She later called me back to say that Mike had phoned and told her about some of
the things we had done, or more accurately, the things he had done to me. Mrs R
said that she could find clients at several times the price for rough sex if I
was prepared to have another go. I decided it was time to start life back on an
upward path, thank you!
On the basis of working backwards to better times I called in to see Andrew
while out and about. He was desperate to do me again. I don't know whether this
is true of all women but I know that once someone has been up me I feel it is
impossible to stop them doing it again.
So it was with Andrew.
Two weeks later, I missed my period.
(Chapter 8 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
