Just an Ordinary Housewife
Chapter 8 - The seed is sown
Surprisingly I quite missed Mike. In spite of the awful things he did to me. I
did not miss the strap or the cane on my thighs, my breasts and least of all
between my legs. I didn't miss the humiliation and helplessness of what he made
me do. I did however miss the resulting sexual coupling that made it all
worthwhile!
By comparison, my husband came a very poor second. Or maybe third or fourth. The
previous weekend, I had had sex three times in two days as Robert was going to
be away for nearly a fortnight visiting some new export customers. I honestly
thing he preferred work to sex although he seemed less concerned about me
conceiving which made him a bit more relaxed and managed to hold back his orgasm
until I had had mine.
I used the spare time in the mornings and evenings when he was out to masturbate
vigorously stimulated by my imagination of who with, and how, I might be doing
it. I used either suitably sized and shaped vegetables from the kitchen, or slim
plastic bottles from the bathroom that could be filled up with water, or maybe
they already had some cosmetic in, and warmed up in a basin of water before
insertion.
Robert had caught the plane on Sunday night so on the Monday I decided to give
myself a real treat. Just like real sex there is pleasure in masturbation from
thinking about it. Should I be totally naked; wear a bath robe; dress up for it?
First a shower, taking my time. The water was pleasant and I held the shower
head in my hand running it over my breasts and spraying between my legs. A pause
for a good soaping and scrub, then a good rinse again. I dried thoroughly and
sat on the edge of the bath. I ran my fingers up my slit and felt my clit begin
it's expansion.
Still no need to hurry. I ran a comb through my pubic hairs and decided that a
light trim was in order. Quite a lot of women shave them off altogether but I
tried that once and they really prickled as they began to grow again. I prefer a
soft short bush for both comfort and enjoyment of my sexual partners.
Dried, I went back to the bedroom and brushed out my hair before deciding to pin
it up out of the way. Only I would be seeing it this morning. I put on my bra,
knickers and hold-ups and walked over to the wardrobe to see what I would feel
good in. After some thought I chose a favourite navy blue cotton dress that
buttoned all the way down the front from my cleavage to my knees. The pearl
necklace and high heels finished off the job.
Sitting in front of my dressing table with minimalist make up on I then applied
an obscenely red nail varnish with great care. My fingers had an important job
to do. As soon as they had dried I slipped two fingers inside my knickers to
test myself. Ready and waiting!
I slipped my knickers off again and lay on the bed with two pillows under my
knees to raise my legs up while keeping them slightly apart. My clit was hard
and my hole wet and slippery. A large carrot (covered with a condom to prevent
my vagina being stained orange) entered easily. I pushed it in as far as it
would go and undid all the front of my dress, sat up slightly and removed my bra
and lay back on another pillow. Using one hand on my nipples and the other to
work between my legs I got hotter and wetter and hoped that nobody out in the
street could hear my moaning with ever increasing volume.
I came easily, and again, and again, and again until I felt like I had been done
by the entire local football team! As it was barely ten o'clock in the morning.
I hoped I would discover more strength for another session before bedtime.
There is nothing to beat a real person however and the safest bet was Andrew. As
luck would have it he was not at work this week using up some spare holiday time
for relaxation. He wasn't going to get much opportunity for that!
I arranged to go round the next morning and we both knew what for. Andrew liked
plain and simple sex and lots of it so I did not have to make all that much of
an effort in the appearance department. Jeans and T shirt would be fine. Then I
decided on shoes with heels to tighten the muscles in my bum....
He was his usual welcoming self, as most men would be when guaranteed a good
fuck with an attractive woman! I was going to have to earn my chocolate biscuits
today and I got the impression that Andrew was quite keen to get on with it. We
both went into his bedroom and enjoyed helping each other remove our clothing.
Not too quick; not too slow. Naked I lay down and he lay on top of me. I liked
the feeling of his warm stomach pressed on mine. With my legs apart my slit was
half open and I felt the mild stretching sensation as his cock slid in.
I was now less selfish than our previous encounters and not only gave him free
rein but did all I could to help. My legs were raised with my knees bent so that
he could go all the way in. His knob brushed past my cervix which was excitedly
waiting for the fluid that was to produce a baby boy. Andrew raised himself up
and withdrew. I could see how hard and shiny he was covered with my own
lubrication. He put his hands under my knees and lifted then high before pushing
then back down towards my shoulders. That wonderful feeling of helpless
submission came over me again as his cock plunged vertically down as far inside
me as it would go.
"Andrew, Aaaaahhh, Stop, you're hurting me. Andrew, Aaaaaahhh,
AAAAArrrrrgggghhhh, AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH, Oh my GOD...Aaaaarrrrggghhh...!!!!" I was
past the pain barrier and into Heaven. I came first and lay there motionless as
he finished himself off. Then we both lay there as his fluid soaked in to me.
We recovered our composure and half dressed for a light lunchtime snack. "You
will have to do better than that to earn chocolate biscuits!" said Andrew,
producing a fresh pack of jam doughnuts!
I sat on the sofa close to him and we watched some cartoons on TV. I never tire
of Wily Coyote. He acts just like a man desperate for a woman that he will never
succeed with! We started the afternoon session with slightly less enthusiasm as
a result of all the exertion in the morning. I took off my blouse letting my now
braless breasts hang free and helped him out of his trousers and underpants. His
cock needed inspiration and was about to get it.
Going back to the kitchen I returned with a spare jam doughnut. I pulled his
foreskin back and covered the end of his cock with the oozing jam before pulling
the loose skin right back again. The doughnut was a forced fit around the shaft
but I pushed it back on anyway.
My mouth got to work in the way I know best.
In harmony with my fingers I devoured the doughnut before licking some of the
jam off.
"Your turn now, Andrew!" and I lowered my jeans and offered my rear to him. His
cock went straight up my sticky vagina and covered me in jam too! Before he came
I pushed forward to release him and we settled into a sexy sixty nine licking
and sucking for all we were worth. Again I came first, and second, and third,
and then finished him off too. The jam improved the flavour of cum no end and I
swallowed it without any bother pushing his foreskin as far back as it would go
and squeezing the last drips out.
I went round to see Andrew every day until Robert came back. We did the most
disgusting things we could think of graduating from jam, through chocolate to
icecream which made me scream when applied liberally to my nipples and clit.
We both had the time of our lives. How he made my titties bounce, ramming me
hard from behind then dipping my nipples into melting ice cream while I was on
my knees and then rolling me onto my back, licking them clean and then putting
some on his cock before penetrating and filling me.
Near the end of the ten days I allowed Andrew to call round to my house (daily
would have aroused neighbourly suspicion) and do me in my own bedroom. I did
make an effort to dress for him and in the early evening I wore a tight black
halter neck top (with the pearls) over a full black skirt. We had sex before the
meal. Slower and softer than usual. First I lay on my back fully dressed apart
from my knickers while he stripped off completely. I revived him with my mouth
and he stripped me. I lay on my front over two pillows while his magnificent
cock, both soft and hard in its own way did what it was meant to do. We really
earned that pizza although the delivery boy was a bit taken aback when I opened
the door to pay him.....
So Robert returned and so did a certain feeling of restriction. That was soon to
change as Andrew had done what his elder brother could not (at least there would
be a family likeness!) and it was not long before I was back on Dr Sally Lomax's
examination table checking that all was well with my pregnancy.
"You're fine!" said Dr Lomax, wiping me clean before removing her rubber
gloves....
(Chapter 9 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
