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Just an Ordinary Housewife Chapter 1 - In the beginning. I got married far too soon in life with disastrous consequences. My intention was to leave home and have legal sex and babies with someone who would love and care for me for the rest of my life. Robert was the son of good friends of my parents who were apparently well off and it looked like a great idea at the time. We got married in a big white wedding (well I was a virgin!) and went off to Cyprus for our honeymoon. We both enjoyed sex and sunshine but all too soon it was time to go home. A year after we were married the family business went bust but credit to Robert he did get another job in sales quite quickly. Alas I still wanted sex every night but he began to show less and less interest...... Let me tell you a little more about myself. I'm 5ft 5 inches tall weighing around 120 pounds with shoulder length naturally fair hair. My face has Nordic features betraying my ancestry (one of my very early Scottish ancestors probably had involuntary sex with a Viking invader), blue eyes and full mouth. My shape is reasonably in balance although I could do with taking a little more excercise to firm things up a little! I dress mainly in casual clothes but with a little effort can make most things look good on me. If I go on a big spend I feel like Julia Roberts in the dress shop before Richard Gere turned up with his credit card! In fact I'm the picture of a middle class housewife whose children (now) go to private schools. So now you know what I look like. Let us put the clock back a good number of years and see what happened on the way to this picture of respectability. As many couples do we decided to have a baby which at least guranteed sex once a week. Robert worked hard but I was a little lonely as I did not have a job of my own to go to. One evening however, what started as innocent flirting changed my life. Robert's boss visited his territory regularly leaving his wife behind in Scotland. Alex Alexander (original thinking on behalf of his parents!) was a pushy businessman with both charm and arrogance. He made me a little nervous and particularly so when Robert asked him to join us for dinner. It all went very well, I cooked a Chinese style meal which we all enjoyed and I found Alex easy to get on with to the extent that suggestive remarks were made. Nobody bothered very much as he was happily married. At the end of the evening, Robert retired to bed somewhat mentally as well as physically tired and left Alex and I to clear up. We sat down together and had a cup of coffee to send him on his way. All of a sudden he put his hand on my leg and began moving it upwards! Instead of saying a very firm NO, I froze and let his hand continue to the bare flesh of my stocking tops. I remained motionless as his fingers moved inside my knickers and all I managed to say was "No, Alex! No! Not here! Not now". Words that I would say again at other times. A finger worked its way through my hairs into my slit which was dry with fear. More probing took it deeper until it reached some moisture and was then followed by another finger and then a thumb on my clitoris. I could no longer move or speak but knew what was to follow. Alex put me on my back on the settee with one leg on the floor and the other over the seat back. Pulling my knickers further to one side I was completely exposed. He slipped out his cock and placed it at the entrance to my vagina and with a series of thrusts forced it in. My heart was racing and my breathing heavy and I began to moan as quietly as I could. Alex put one hand in my hair pulling my head back and the other hand, no longer needed betwen my legs, over my mouth. The more he pushed, the more I wriggled and the more I wriggled the deeper in it went. When it was right in he paused and then began a series of slow strokes that drove me wild even though I was to all intents and purposes being raped. A few quicker thrusts finished me off. Every muscle in my body seemed to contract and as I went limp I could just sense Alex depositing his fluids in me. We disentangled ourselves. I covered my slit with my knickers and Alex swiftly put his cock away. In seconds it looked as if nothing had happened at all. Alex departed into the night and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up before joining my sleping husband. At least I had had real satisfying sex...!! Robert continued to try to impregnate me but I still felt that sex should be more satisfying. I opened wide, he put it in, went off, took it out and wiped it and that was about it! I did however manage to get the frequency increased to twice a week which I felt was a little insulting to a young woman of my looks and enthusiasm for the job of motherhood. The week after the encounter with Alex I was enjoying a relaxing morning at home when the door bell rang. I had been sitting in the conservatory enjoying the warmth of the sum and catching up on a little light reading. In fact I felt so relaxed that I planned on a short visit to the bedroom to have a proper orgasm on my own. A little irritated at being disturbed I went to open the door. It was Alex. My heart rate went off the scale as I quickly regained my composure. "May I come in?" he said. I could hardly say no. "I've just put the kettle on for some tea" I replied "Of course you may". Optimistically I thought that he might have turned up with a bunch of flowers and an apology - but he was not that sort of person. We sat down with a mug of tea and some biscuits (another cause of my dietary downfall!) and rather obviously the conversation turned to the previous week. "Why did you do that to me?" I asked. "Did you enjoy it?" he replied. "I'm Roberts wife, I should not be treated like that" "I'm Robert's boss. I effectively own him. You too depend on his employment so I have a hold over you too" I was getting nervous again. "You mean....?" My voice trailed off. "You mean you want to.....?" "Yes, thats right" he said, "I've come round to have sex with you again, this time a little less hurried" The cheek of it. He really mean't it. What could I do. "Look on it as a career move for Robert" he said "or I supose I could tell him about how good you were last week". I began to cry. "You.. You.. " I could not get the words out that I wanted to say. Alex walked over to me and took my arm lightly at first. I resisted and he applied more pressure till I stood up. "Where shall we do it, Kelly?" he said calmly dragging me towards the stairs. "No Alex, please, not in my bedroom!". He took that as an indication that I would be happy to do it somewhere else and carried on forcing me, still crying, up the stairs. On the landing he paused and steered me into the guest room where I was placed on the bed sitting with my legs over the side. Alex shut the door and said quietly "Kelly, take your clothes off for me please". I sat there sobbing and said "No" as firmly as I could. I was dressed in a halter necked T shirt with a low push up bra, a denim skirt with loose fitting French knickers underneath and my comfy but sexy shoes, sling back with a two inch heel. Any less did not do my legs justice and any more height made me look tarty. Despite my tears I still looked sexy enough not to put Alex off. "OK then" said Alex, "lets do it the hard way". He took my arm again and took me across the room so I was standing in front of any easy chair. "Now bend over" he commanded and I reached down and put my hands on the arms of the chair to steady myself. It was not a comfortable position with my high heels stretching the muscles on the back of my legs. He raised my skirt arount my waist and paused for a few seconds contemplating my raised backside. Fingers inside the waistband pulled my knickers over my hips and down aroung my ankles. His feet shuffled mine as far apart as the fabric of my panties would allow. I'd stopped crying now and was just breathing heavily in anticipation. I glanced sideways and saw in a mirror that he had taken his trousers off but his cock was not fully erect. Maybe he was nervous too. His hands went over my bare flesh and thumbs down the crease of my buttocks. I stiffened as they parted my outer lips and Alex placed his now firm cock at the entrance to my vagina. I squealed with each hard push that was needed to push it in deeper. My fluids ran and there was no more resistance. "Alex, Why ar you doing this" I asked hopelessly. "Because I know you won't resist and I want to teach you to enjoy it" was the confident reply. With that he pushed up the back of my T shirt and unclipped my bra. My breasts obeyed the laws of gravity and he put his hands underneath them. His cock was slowly beginning to do its work at the same time as his fingers sueezed and pulled on my nipples. "Alex, No. Please..!" My voice turned into panting gasps as his fingers aqueezed harder finding the right balance between pain and pleasure as his cock pumped faster. He paused. My muscles all went tight as I reached my climax and cried out loudly. A further pause and then a few swift strokes filled me with his fluids. My legs gave way and I collapsed on the floor. Alex calmly picked me up, laid me on the bed and removed the last vestiges of my clothing. I lay there stark naked still shaking and breathing heavily. Alex removed all his clothes and sat next to me on the bed. He put a hand between my legs gently massaging my sticky inner thighs. He took my hand and put it on his cock. "See if you can make it work again, Kelly" he said. Silently, I squeezed the shaft with finger and thumb and pushed back Alex's foreskin. It did not need much work to get it going although not as hard as before. I could now see all of Alex's body which had a firm athletic look to it. He opened my legs and knelt between my knees. I was ready and waiting and there was absolutely no resistance as he slid into my wide open hole. First I raised my knees, then my legs right up in the air to take all of it inside me. There was nobody in to hear the noise of my pleasure and it was all over too quickly! Alex was exhausted and rolled off me. Taking the initiative for the first time I put my mouth down to his cock frantically rubbing the shaft to squeeze the last drops on to my tongue. Robert was a little late from work that day complaining that Alex had sent him to a customer miles away..! He was too tired to service me that night! My monthly cycle kicked in a couple of days later. Everything was still OK but I had to try to make sure that Robert got me pregnant first...... (Chapter 2 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
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. -------------------------------------------------- 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)
Just an Ordinary Housewife Chapter 3 - THe Fashion Show Trying not to express surprise that Alex had openly asked to take me to lunch at a fashion show that the company was partly sponsoring I happily agreed to go. It would be a nice day out and I was fairly certain that there would be more to it than lunch. There was still no indication of pregnancy and Robert continued to go through the twice weekly motions. Hard as it was to admit it to myself Alex did satisfy me more and I wondered if Nature would, in due course, acknowledge this. Out of my respect for Alex, or maybe just a result of his control over me I took to presenting myself thoroughly clean and to Hell with it if his sperm got there first. I saw Robert off to work who wished me a pleasant day. He was quite engrossed in his work as although Alex was organising him to keep him out of the way, he was actually earning more commission and feeling quite happy about it. With time to spare I showered, washed and dried my hair and dressed smartly for the occasion. Stockings and suspenders seemed appropriate with knee length skirt and a jacket over a silk shirt. A single row of pearls completed the impression of a classy English lady straight from the pages of Vogue magazine. Alex had, rather too conveniently booked a room at a nearby hotel. To be seen going upstairs in the same hotel as the show would have been asking for trouble. The preamble was to begin round about 12 noon and we had half an hour spare. "Just time to get your knickers off, Kelly!" said Alex. "But, Alex we really have not got much time and besides, not only will I get my makeup all messed up I'll end up all smelly without time to get properly clean". "I'll do it as carefully as possible" said Alex and you can put in a panty liner and some deoderant" "Alex, tell me the truth, are you really trying to get me pregnant?" "What a question, Kelly. Its just my male instincts on the one hand but I know that Robert is trying and I fairly certain that we (Alex and his wife) can't have any. I'd just like to think that somehow I'd made a contribution to the continuation of the human race" Well at least he'd been honest. I gave him a big hug and a kiss. "OK Alex, we've got twenty minutes to spare!" Off came my jacket, shoes, skirt, slip and knickers. I caught sight in the mirror of my pubic hairs framed between the suspenders and belt and felt embarrassed. Alex quickly removed his jacket, trousers and underpants and let his cock run free. I put my hand round it and pushed the foreskin right back. It felt warm and solid. I lay flat on my back and spread my legs with my toes turned slightly inwards. I had got used to, and in fact enjoyed an entry without foreplay, making short sharp gasps as I was penetrated. A few slow thrusts followed by quicker ones brought me off before Alex and a few more strokes filled me. "Pass me my handbag, Alex, quickly" I looked inside. Damn it there were no panty liners. Alex showed rare insight and went to the bathroom returning with some cotton wool balls that I shoved firmly into my vagina. "Never mind you smelling Kelly, what about me?" I opened my mouth and put a large ring of red lipstick round the shaft of his cock. "There's something else for you to clean up later, then!" The show and the lunch passed in a relaxed mood the pleasure increased by a couple of glasses of red wine but diminished by a couple of boring business speeches. The models looked terrific but I felt happy that my own contours were rather more womanly than skinny. We got back to our own hotel as quickly as possible to carry on where we had left off before lunch. It had all been so easy earlier on but somehow I felt a little apprehensive as in the room Alex shut the door and made sure it was locked. "Now we have plenty of time, I want you to take ALL your clothes off before we start and I will do the same" Nothing wrong with that I thought and began to strip. Alex took my clothes as each item was removed and folded them neatly and put them on the bed. "What are going to do to me Alex?" I said as he stood in front of me and felt my breasts. "Kelly, I'm going to put some cushions and pillows over that low coffee table and have you from behind" He spread out the cushions and took of his own clothes. At least we were equal now! I lay on my front and Alex reached down and removed the cotton wool from my slit and put it in a waste basket. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. He opened my buttocks with one hand and I flinched as the cold cream ran over my anus. I tried to push myself up. "Alex, for Gods sake what are you doing - you CAN'T do this to me..!" Alex took hold of my hair at the back of my head and pushed me face down into a pillow. With his other hand he slapped my backside hard enough to make me squeal. There was a short pause and then he slapped the other side even harder. "Aaah, Alex please don't" I cried in vain. "Relax, Kelly, the more you struggle the more it WILL hurt," was his only reply. Its not easy to relax in this position with the imminent prospect of first, some fingers and then a cock going up the tightest of holes! Alex worked the cream in and began stretching me. Easy at first but then came the first twinges of pain. I held o to the legs of the table with my hands and tried to stop my own legs stiffening. Alex positioned himself above me and began to push. "Please. Alex, Please..." I was whimpering, "Please don't hurt me... Aah, Ooh, Aah" It did hurt and I was sobbing uncontrollably as the reluctant orifice finally accepted Alex's cock. Once in it stopped hurting quite so much and the sensation, a sort of numb pressure in my rear and nauseous feeling in my stomach was hard to describe. I winced as Alex began to make further progress and I wondered just how much was really inside me. Then he began the fucking motion, a slow fucking motion as it was in so tightly. The sensation to my horror became pleasurable. No surely not. This can't be right! Alex lifted my tear stained face off the pillow as I orgasmed and cried out loud enough for anyone in the next room to hear. "Alex, YOU BASTARD........!!!!!!!!!..........AAaargh!!" But my ordeal still wasn't over. Hard, forceful strokes brought the pain back again, suddenly stopping as Alex released his fluid. He disengaged, and I lay there lifeless and exhausted. "Why did you do that to me Alex?" I asked. "Because, nobody else ever has" he replied. Secretly I thought that one day I might actually let him do it again but repeated, less loudly, "You Bastard, Alex"! He helped me to my feet and to the bathroom. He sat on the bidet while I washed his cock clean enough to eat then took my turn to wash my battered orifice. I just hoped there were no bruises that Robert would notice. We sat in a foaming hot bath together and washed the rest of out bodies clean. before Alex took me home. Once home he did not stay but went off letting me know he would call again soon. I kept my nice clothes on until Robert came back from work. "Wow, Kelly, you look terrific, did you have a god day?" "Not too bad, Dear, the show was great but the speeches were a bit boring" "..and by the way I'm wearing stockings and suspenders...." Fortunately he did not take that as an immediate offer. "You, look great, honey, but even dressed like that I don't think you will come to any harm in this town....!! More excitement in Chapter 4. Robert is upset by lack of pregnancy and his younger brother gets in on the act too.. and yes, it all really did happen to me! (Chapter 4 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
Just an Ordinary Housewife Chapter 4 - Keeping it in the family Alex had some news for me and some good news for Robert. Robert's efforts at work had earned both of them promotion. Alex was to take over the biggest sales territory in the country and Robert was to have Alex's job. This virtually meant the end of sex with Alex (although there was still a little more to come in the future..) and because he was even busier at work Robert would have to make the time to fit his wife into his busy schedule when he got home! Robert's younger brother lived on the other side of town and was to become a useful temporary replacement for both of them. He was not very well off and had no car so I volunteered to drive him to collect a piece of hi-fi equipment that he had bought second hand. No problems with that I thought. I drove round to pick him up at 10.30 in the morning after the traffic had died down a little; 20 miles there and twenty miles back took a little over an hour of driving time and with the time to test the equipment and hand over the cash we got back to Andrew's place just after noon. He offered me money for the petrol, which I refused, so then insisted that I come in for a cup of tea and a sandwich. The small flat (USA translation = apartment)was nicely furnished, paid for by parents one assumed, and clean and tidy. It was on the first floor and consisted of a single bedroom with bathroom, living room, and a kitchen that had space to eat in. I took my coat off and sat down. Living on his own, Andrew was quite handy in the kitchen and quickly ran up a couple of ham and salad sandwiches. He was in many respects similar to his brother although generally less ambitious about work, in fact he did as little as possible which is why we had the time to drive around today. We had just about finished eating, when Andrew suddenly said "Do you remember when I came round to return that book to Robert a few weeks ago?" "Yes" I replied, "I was just changing to go out when you arrived". "Are, you sure?" said Andrew, "Just as I was walking along the road I saw Robert's boss driving away from your house." I suddenly felt hot and tried not to blush and give myself away. "It just seemed strange that he was leaving and you were not fully dressed...." "Well, that's just the way it happened" I replied defensively. "Are you sure, Kelly?" he continued. "I feel pretty certain he had sex with you. Most people would given the opportunity.." "What on earth do you mean by that?" I said getting a little cross "I don't go around having sex with every man I meet on my own!". "Kelly", Andrew was about to deliver the knockout punch. "What if I told Robert that Alex had been round?" "No! Please don't do that Andrew". Game over. Or in fact new game about to begin. "Then I would like to have a go too" said Andrew rather matter of factly and not with any strong implication of threat. I could see the movement in his jeans giving me a clue to his desire! "No, absolutely not!" I replied without any sense of conviction. "Are you sure, Kelly?" he replied "I could always phone Robert to see if he knew Alex was calling at the house". I really did not want to Andrew to screw me too although he was quite attractive as young men go... "Look, Kelly it won't take long" he said looking at his own bulge and you will probably enjoy it!" "No" I said again. "OK, but I think it's going to go off anyway!" said Andrew, beginning to open the front of his jeans..." "Right, we had better go to your bedroom, quickly....!!" was my answer, actually encouraging him out of the kitchen. He lowered his jeans and underpants and sat on the bed. Instinctively I compared him too his brother. A shorter but thicker shaft, larger balls, all surrounded by a mass of thick dark pubic hair. I liked what I saw! I pulled some bathroom tissue out of the box on the bedside table (he probably used them for masturbating with!) and, sitting on the side of the bed too I put one hand round his cock with the other hand holding the tissue in place to collect the resulting outflow. I slid my hand to the base of his shaft, holding the loose skin tight, and gave it a squeeze. A few strokes up and down did the job and I felt him stiffen as the fluid flowed into my other hand. "Relax, Andrew, I haven't finished with you yet". An exhausted, in the literal sense of the word, Andrew now lay on his back on the bed and offered no resistance to me playing with him. As readers of the other chapters know , I am almost obsessed with virile penises, amazed at how such a floppy piece of flesh can grow and stiffen to cause women such pleasure - and occasionally pain. Andrew's cock was now back to its original condition, about three inches long with nearly an inch of loose foreskin overhanging the obvious outline of the tip of his penis. I used both hands (with nicely manicured and pink painted fingernails) to ease the skin fully back and use another tissue to clean away the residual cum both on the surface of his cock and finally squeezed out of the shaft. Then I rubbed the loose skin slowly up and down a few times for good measure. I knew I should not have done it, it gave consent to my actions, but I just could not resist using my tongue and lips to suck the still throbbing head before I let go with my hands. A further squeeze and light tug on Andrew's testicles proved that he was making a full recovery. For once it was not me who had to put their clothes back on again! I had regained the initiative to the extent that Andrew asked, extremely politely, if there was any chance we could do that again sometime soon. "Maybe" I replied, thinking that maybe we could take it a little further too. Back home things were definitely not going well. The lack of pregnancy now meant a visit to the doctor to check me out for any infection or virus that may be killing the sperm before they did their job. Whatever you may read in sexy stories, women just do not like doctors. Well I don't and most of my friends don't either. Male doctors get turned on - "just checking the thickness of the wall between your vagina and lower bowel, Mrs Jackson", as two fingers are eased into the rectum - and women doctors tend to imply homosexuality with a hint of sadism! Added to that the shear indignity of having ones legs parted and restrained defies description. It had to be done however and Doctor Sally Lomax was the one to do it. "Take all your clothes off Kelly and put this gown on please" she said handing me the gown and ushering me behind the screen. I came out tense and nervous. "On the table please now Kelly" said Dr Sally L getting professional. The usual questions about taking any medication, were my periods regular, did I feel unwell in any way, any pains etc etc? I answered "yes" and "no" to all the right questions as my legs were parted, raised, and lightly strapped into the stirrups. Dr Lomax turned to her assistant "Nurse, can you pop the speculum into Mrs Jackson for me please" she said briskly. I winced as the cold rubber gloves began to open up my slit and apply the even colder lubrication. The fingers worked their way inside and round and about and the metal device began its entry. "Thank you, Nurse" said Dr Lomax, "I'll take over now" and began the process of dilating my vagina sufficiently for her inspection. I bit my lip and tried not to make any noises but could not conceal an "AaaH" as it reached the point of dilation deemed necessary. Dr Lomax was quick and efficient making the inspection and taking the swabs. "We will have the results back from the lab in a day or two, Mrs Jackson and let you know the results as soon as possible" continuing, "Nurse, could you tidy up Mrs Jackson for me and see here out please.." The nurse fully released the speculem and withdrew it carefully. "There, that wasn't too bad was it" she said. Yes it was I thought! The nurse took some tissues and wiped off the surplus lubrication and released my legs. I got off the table and was glad to put my clothes on and go home. Walking across the car park another (male) patient looked at me suspiciously and I wondered if he was thinking about what might have happened to me. I still felt naked getting into the car and driving home quickly. As expected, the results declared no obvious reason why I should not have any children and Robert and I discussed this briefly together. He decided that I needed more sexual stimulation! If only he knew just how much I had been getting. Sexual stimulation in Robert's language meant from the male point of view with the female aspect being a variation of humiliation. On Friday nights we often had a relaxing meal together and a good drink. Relaxed we may even follow it with sex. Robert had bought a bottle of champagne specifically for me to drink "as it made me most relaxed". At the end of the bottle I was relaxed to the point of total compliance and we stayed downstairs in front of the living room fire. I knew something unusual was going to happen but could do little about it. I removed my shoes, skirt, tights and knickers and lay on the hearth rug with my legs firmly together. Robert disappeared into the kitchen and came back with some strange objects in his hands. I was about to be masturbated with a suitably shaped selection of vegetables! Robert picked up my ankles and spread my legs wide. A suitably shaped carrot parted my lips and made its entrance. It felt rough and hard. Slowly it was moved in and out caressing my clitoris as my breathing increased. I stopped short of an orgasm as it was removed. No words were spoken. Next came a courgette (very small marrow) which stretched me a bit more and, because of its shape, the more I squeezed, the more it went in. Robert pushed it in fully right to the end of my vagina which made me squirm with a little pain offsetting the pleasure. He fingered my clitoris till it was big enough to squeeze easily between finger and thumb. Leaving the object inserted he went round behind me and lifted me to a sitting position to remove my blouse and bra. Breasts released into the cooler air, my nipples shot out for stretching and squeezing. Robert had removed most of his clothing too and moved round to put his cock in my mouth. There was no doubt that he was getting stimulated. Removing himself he laid me on my back and rolled me over onto my front before taking the courgette out. I could not see what was happening next but something even larger was working its way in now. Wriggling and squealing a cucumber was being forced in. To help it and lessen the pain I raised myself to my knees with my elbows and head still on the floor. Once in to Robert's satisfaction he began working on my nipples and clitoris till I let out the scream of a mighty orgasm. I collapsed on the floor as the huge object was removed and I lay there gasping. Robert picked me up and lay me face down over the arm of the sofa and entered me with his penis as hard as I had ever known it. I gripped it firmly and it went off in seconds. I felt some cotton wool being pushed in to keep the cum in and we managed to make our way up to bed. The "stimulation" increased including having my hands tied behind my back and sometimes blindfolded. Worse, he took some photographs. Years later his current wife phoned me to say that she had found them and destroyed them. She sounded quite matter of fact about it and I said "Yes I was pleased" and "Thank you" with a certain amount of relief. It made me wonder what he had been doing to her! I made up my mind that I would go round and see Andrew........ (Chapter 5 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
Just an Ordinary Housewife Chapter 5 - Oh Brother! Waking up with a hangover and feeling very sore between my legs I made up my mind that I would go round and see Andrew early next week. I spent the weekend convincing myself in my own mind that Robert was not treating me particularly well and Alex was unavailable. As soon as Robert was out to work on Monday I gave Andrew a call. I suppose I could have just gone round to his flat but good manners suggested I speak to him first. "Andrew, are you in later this morning if I call round to see you?" Andrew worked at weekends and I knew he had Mondays off. There was a slight hesitation, only very slight mind you, before he replied "Of course Kelly, it will be great to see you!" "I will be round at about 11.30 then. See you!" I replied, and put the phone down quickly in the unlikely event that he might change his mind. Women are always concerned with their appearance and 999 times out of a thousand a woman's appearance is a thoroughly calculated affair. I knew he fancied me so rather than make my own intentions too obvious, a "plain Jane" look was my decision. Actually if a woman has nice legs and firm breasts it is very difficult to look plain. I would have to do my best! I had washed my hair yesterday and did not feel that it needed another dose of detergent and conditioner. Just a good brushing out and let it hang naturally down to my shoulders. Sitting in front of the mirror, naked, I gave it a good brushing and thought about makeup. Very little was the answer to that with the lightest of pink lipstick to match my nails. I was extremely proud of my nails. They always got to a decent length then broke and I would then have to start again. I put the brush down and looked at the nails on my left hand which were in perfect condition. I ran my hand over my right breast and let it rest on my thigh. "Not now!" I told myself. "Its likely that you will be getting the real thing later, Kelly!" Dressing was speedy affair. My favourite chain store pale blue bra and knickers. Women's underwear is so damn expensive anyway I feel so much more at ease than I would wearing very expensive Lejaby or La Perla. I suppose we should leave it to our men buy us those brands! It wasn't the warmest of weather so a silk vest and polycotton underskirt went on top in turn covered by a turtle neck pullover and a skirt that was long and loose fitting. Stockings with suspenders would have been a little over the top so I opted for hold-ups rather than tights. A matching single strand necklace and bracelet completed the ensemble. A low heeled court shoe gave the impression I was going shopping - an impression I might just have got away with if it had not been for a quick splash of my favourite Givenchy perfume. I could also be tempted by Chanel as I love the answer that the late Marilyn Monroe once gave to the question "What do you wear in bed?" Marilyn's unforgettable quick answer was "Chanel number five, and a smile...!!" Andrew answered the ring of his doorbell and let me in. His idea of haute couture was Nike trainers and so it was today! He took my coat and ushered me in. The coffee smelled good and pleasantly washed down a couple of indulgent chocolate biscuits. We chatted about nothing in particular to begin with but I could sense that sex was not far away from either of our minds. "I'm not in any hurry Andrew" I said, deciding to get things moving, "Shall we start where we left off, last time?". "Kelly, I couldn't believe it after you had gone" he said, "You had had my cock in your hands and mouth, I had cum all over the place, and you were gone without me so much as putting my hand inside your blouse!" "So I'm glad you have plenty of time today..." he trailed off as he ushered me ahead of him to his bedroom. We sat on his bed and I made a move for the zip of his jeans. His hand took hold of my wrist "No, not yet, you can be first today!". Andrew stood up and lifted my ankles, swinging me fully onto the bed and at the same time laying me down. Then he sat down again beside me. I didn't want to be too easy so I kept my legs firmly together. He ran his hand under my skirts and found the bare flesh at the top of my legs. His fingers worked inside my knickers and into my slit. I raised my backside a little off the bed "Take them down, Andrew. It will be easier for both of us". At the same time I unzipped the waist band of my skirt. Andrew slid my skirt off quickly and my knickers followed. My slip was pushed up round my waist and my legs relaxed and parted. I felt relaxed generally as Andrew's fingers did their work. His fingers entered my vaginal passage and a thumb aroused my clit. My legs stiffened and widened as I had a series of mini orgasms and I could see that Andrew was enjoying himself. Off came his jeans and underpants and out came his cock. Even fully erect his foreskin needed to be pulled back to reveal all of a large knob which was heading for its target. I closed my eyes and raised my hips to meet it. Although I was ready it was thicker than I thought and I felt myself being stretched as Andrew pressed home his advantage. Breathing quickly and noisily I writhed in pleasure as Andrew worked me into a frenzy, first with long slow strokes until I came with a scream. "ah..aah..aaahhh AAAhhh AAAAAA..Andrew!...AAAHHHH" and I fell back limp. Andrew had not finished with me and began faster strokes to reach his climax. The feel and the pressure of his own hot flesh on my stomach heightened the sensations. I screamed again and lay there with my muscles rhythmically squeezing the cum out of him. Andrew withdrew, put his hands under my armpits and raised me to a sitting position. To my surprise he started to remove the rest of my clothing! "You, said you had plenty of time, Kelly. I really don't want to let you go just yet...!" and my vest and bra followed my pullover. The removal of my slip and stockings left me totally naked apart from my necklace and bracelet. I felt embarrassed with my nipples sticking out like the proverbial chapel hatpegs and a mixture of cum and my own fluids sticking my thighs together. I reached out for Andrew's limp cock and squeezed it hard enough to make him wince! "If you are going to do me again Andrew. I need a pee first." I said. "That makes two of us! Ladies first" and Andrew helped me off the bed and aimed me in the direction of the bathroom. I gave myself a quick wipe and went back to sit on the bed while Andrew went for his pee. He had removed all the rest of his clothes but looked far from ready for further action. "I'll need to work on that, Andrew, by the look of things" I said. "Be my guest" he replied and moved onto the bed beside me. "Hand or mouth, Kelly?" "Mouth, Andrew, but you will have to do the same for me too!" "OK but let me see what you have got up top first". Andrew ran his hand over my breast making my nipples even more prominent. He liked the soft flesh. I liked the probing and squeezing and then the pulling and stretching of my nipples making me cry out with a mixture of pleasure bordering on pain. I moved my head down to his cock which was beginning to show signs of life. I pulled back all of the loose skin, amazed at how much of it there was and licked it clean before letting it go again. Andrew licked my clit and we were both ready to go. This time, Andrew rolled me over onto my front and spread my legs with ease. Fingers and thumbs bared both my holes ( I hoped he knew which one he was aiming for) and once again I was impaled. His hands forced their way under my chest, squeezing and pulling my nipples as his cock did the good work. At one point I was making so much noise he grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the pillow, the muffled sounds confirming I was still breathing! This way round, each thrust made me feel his balls pressing even more forcefully against the lips of my open orifice. My hands reached out to try to find something to hold onto as my leg muscles stiffened and I received another dose of the masculine solution deep inside me. Maybe if Andrew got me pregnant, nobody would notice the difference I thought quietly to myself... Andrew and I had sex frequently over the next few weeks. Not only was Andrew available on a couple of days during the week but an evening opportunity presented itself. I played badminton with a group of girls two nights a week partly to keep fit, partly for the company, and partly for the therapeutic effect of exercise. Instead of getting showered and changed with the girls I would sneak off early to Andrews place, all hot and sweaty, have sex and shower there before going home. My white socks and shorts were quite a turn on for Andrew! His preferred position was doggy style with my shorts and knickers round my ankles and my top completely naked allowing my breasts to hang free - where they received considerable attention! Alternatively he would strip me naked and lie me on my back in a star shape with my arms held down with his hands around my wrists. How I came to love that cock and the pain and pleasure it gave me. Andrew wanted to do me anally too but I said no and meant it as it just wasn't the size to go into such a small tight hole! Some times if I was having a period I would have great fun making him go off with my hands and mouth eventually getting the confidence to swallow...! I did sometimes shower at the sports centre - a strange experience being naked with other women. One evening, after showering Jill commented "Kelly, I don't believe it, my tits are tiny compared with yours" Full of confidence I replied "Lets compare!" and encouraged by Helen and Jackie we pressed our breasts together. Jill put her hands under mine and bounced them up and down. "Well, maybe not twice the size but I'd love to know how you were lucky enough to get a pair like that" "Just the luck of the draw" I replied but as Jill withdrew, she cupped her hands under me and gave my nipples just the hint of a squeeze as her hands passed under them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Helen looking on with a smile. (Chapter 6 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
Just an Ordinary Housewife Chapter 6 - Kelly Turns Professional! I was potentially getting too attached to Andrew and decided that something had to be done to get sex on the one hand but with a little more distance to it. Distance in both the emotional and physical senses. For some time I debated making contact with an escort agency in a town a reasonable distance away. I am reluctant to describe who and where too accurately as (even using my former married name) there is a danger that I could ultimately be identified. Particularly so as I am a pillar of the local society to the extent of running a Girl Guide unit every Thursday night. You should see the looks I get if I have to call in to the local supermarket, wearing my uniform, on the way home for supper! The decision having been made, I picked up the phone and made an appointment to see Mrs Redfearn at Ladies of Leisure. It was the most nerve-wracking meeting I have ever had and to this day it makes me go hot (or do I mean cold) just thinking about it. The offices were comfortable without being luxurious and bore the name of the registered company, Double L limited, with no hint as to what business they were really in. The receptionist was a little older than I expected but polite and friendly offering me a cup of coffee as I had arrived a little early for my appointment. "Mrs Redfearn will see you now, Mrs Jackson" she said, and my heart nearly stopped beating! I stood up and was ushered into Mrs R's office where she stood up to greet me. Mrs Redfearn was a brassy looking woman in her late forties. Hair dyed a little too brightly with both face and chest looking as if they had been lifted at least once. I should not be too critical, she made a lot of money out of the business while apparently still kept her knickers on! We went through the usual pleasantries with comments about the traffic and the weather while I could tell that I was being sized up. "Kelly" she said, "You don't mind if I call you that do you?" "Of course not" I mumbled. "Kelly, you are an attractive young woman, why are you here, what can we do for you?" I explained my circumstances without too much detail saying that I wanted male company during the week when Robert was away. "But Kelly", said Mrs R, "You are not looking at it from the right perspective" she paused, "to be successful you have to understand that the men want your company more than you should want or need theirs!" "I'm prepared to give it a try Mrs Redfearn" "And another thing Kelly, what if they want to have sex with you?" "I'm not sure" now feeling decidedly nervous "I suppose I have a choice?" "You certainly do! And you charge them extra for it. We only charge them for the arrangement and pay you a nominal fee to make things legal" I was beginning to understand things a little more clearly now. I earned my money with sexual favours! Mrs R offered me time to think about it but if I had done I would have lost my nerve completely. If I knew what was to happen next I would have lost my nerve anyway! "OK then Kelly, to complete the formalities I need to ask Paulo to take a couple of photographs of you so that potential customers can see who they are meeting. We will send you a photo of them too when a date is arranged" That seemed fairly painless. The receptionist took me to see Paulo and introduced me to him. His studio was minimalist with a chair for me to sit on, a couple of reflectors, and a camera on a tripod. The receptionist left and closed the door leaving me alone with this reasonable good looking young man. I sat down and smiled looking this way and that and Paulo took a few shots. "Can you slip your top off now please Mrs Jackson" I froze hardly realising what he had said. "Its OK, people just want to know that the goods are as expected" he carried on. Still I did not move. He came over to me and undid the buttons on the front of my jacket. I leaned forward just enough for him to take it off and hang it up on the back of the door. He came back over to me "Do you really have to do this?" I asked not even bothering to glance at the front of his trousers. "Everyone does it, Kelly. Some even completely nude" he said matter of factly. "Its all part of my job". Some job I thought. Without any further ado he undid the front of my blouse and pulled it down off my shoulders. My bra straps were also eased down and with finger and thumb he pulled down the cups of my bra baring most of my breasts. A well practised movement with finger and thumb, assisted by the comparatively cool air, encouraged my nipples to their full extension. I could have died with embarrassment. A few more flashes and it was all over. At least I did not have to remove any more clothing - for the time being anyway. The procedure was that I should phone in every few days to see if I had attracted any interest. This was to avoid them phoning me at a time when somebody else might answer. As I left the receptionist thanked me for coming to see them and hoped that all would go well for me. I was more than relieved to get home and decided that after the travelling, nearly an hour in each direction, plus the nervous stress I needed something to relieve the tension followed by a shower. I slipped my knickers off and lay on the bed reflecting on life in general. I could do with Alex reappearing. At least with him I could do what he wanted with no conscience as it was, of course, being forced upon me. Friday and Sunday, Robert was doing his best to prove his fertility with continuing lack of success.. I really did want a sex life that made me scream with pleasure and encouraged my system to conceive. Before the end of the year I was soon to be impregnated but was totally unaware of the future. My hand spread my slit and found my clit. It was fun and relaxing as I thought of sex with a complete stranger! Two days later I plucked up the courage to phone the agency. They had had an enquiry from a man in his late thirties and would like to make a lunchtime appointment for me. As soon as possible was my answer so that I did not have time to lose my nerve. Thursday came round quickly and I made my way to a busy town centre hotel about 40 minutes drive away. He had a copy of my photo and would know, I had been told, who to expect in the reception area. I dressed conservatively, as if on business - which I was! - with the luxury of quite high heels which I changed into as I left the car. He was very observant. "Mrs Jackson?" I heard "Er, yes" I replied, looking at a quite acceptable stranger. "I'm Michael Robbins, the agency arranged for us to meet" which was in fact rather obvious. "Hello", I replied, equally obviously, "I'm Kelly". "Nice to meet you. Let's order a bar snack for lunch and we can have a long talk" "Not too long" I was thinking..... We ordered toasted sandwiches with a light salad and some white wine. Two glasses maximum today Kelly!. Mike worked for a firm of management consultants and apparently was fairly flexible over his working hours. He had a wife and one child at home but she was not very adventurous in the bedroom so he was looking for a fling with no comebacks. He soon got down to real business. "Why choose me?" I asked. "Because I really like the thought that I am spending the afternoon with somebody else's wife while her husband is at work and has no idea what is going on." "And also I like attractive blondes...." He continued, "Perhaps I can ask Kelly, do you do any unusual things in the bedroom?" "Like what" "Well, you know, with your mouth perhaps and maybe......" "I'm a bit of a beginner" I lied, "but I'm sure I can learn". Little did I know how much I still had to learn. "OK, so what will it cost me?" "Seventy five pounds" "For how long?" "A whole hour" "Great" I was taken by surprise, "I'll take two if you have the time!" We gathered up our bits and pieces and took the lift to the fourth floor. A pleasant room with plenty of space, TV, large bed, sofa, easy chairs and a bathroom. I had forgotten to go to the ladies room and my nerves were getting the better of me. "Is it Ok if I use your...." "Sure, take your time" Mike seemed quite relaxed about the whole thing and I wondered how many housewives had received his attention in hotels around the country. I came out, took my jacket off and laid it over the back of a chair. Mike came over to me, looked me in the eye an undid two buttons of my blouse. "Kelly, you look great. I hope you will like what I wan't you to do for me" "Come over here" he said taking me by the arm and leading me towards the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and expertly bent me over his knee. I gasped a little in surprise and lay there helplessly. "Now let's take a closer look at what there is to play with" he said rather like a small boy opening up a birthday present. I did little except remain motionless. Up went the back of my skirt and Mike ran his hands over my backside. Another deft hand movement and my knickers were on their way down to my ankles still with my hold-ups and shoes on. I felt his fingers move into my crease and begin to work their way down. It tickled a bit as his fingers ran over the hairs sticking out at the back and I flinched as they moved into my slit. He gave a quiet mumble of approval and pulled my blouse out of my skirt waistband. Lifting it right up to my shoulders my bra was undone and my breasts hung loose. I felt very vulnerable as his hand returned to my lower regions and parted my slit properly. The opening was dry and tight but once the fingers were in I let out a little cry of pleasure as I let Mike start working me. "Time to get on the bed" he said as he lifted me up, turned me round and lay me on the bed on my side, still with my clothes dishevelled. To my total surprise, he cleverly took both my arms behind my back and secured my wrists together. "Mike, Mike! what are you doing" trying not to show too much sign of alarm. I was now helpless. "Mike, why are you doing this?!" "Kelly, there are things I am going to do to you that you might not like, initially anyway. So I just want you to lie there and let me play with you". He put one hand inside my blouse and squeezed a nipple. The other went between my legs and found my clit. Kelly was now in squeal and moan mode but I was writhing all the more trying hopelessly to free my hands. Despite the fact that I was still half clothed Mike calmly took all of his off while I watched and waited. His cock was solid right from the start. I thought of asking him to put on a condom but was in no position to make demands. He walked round to the back of me. Oh God! surely not anal right from the start! I felt him lift my skirt to bare my buttocks. His hands parted my cheeks. Thank goodness! His cock went firmly and purposefully into my vagina. One hand was on my hip and the other on my breast pulling at my nipple as he rocked me backwards and forwards. He moved both his hands to my arms just above the elbows and pulled them together. I felt my breasts sticking out as if they were about to explode and let out a might cry of pleasure with my first paid for orgasm! Mike extracted himself and moved round to the front of me. "Time to fill you up Kelly," he said, "I hope your husband won't mind!" As if either of us had a choice. Mike lay in front of me, raised a leg and entered me again. This time two hands and two nipples were squeezed and stretched. His cock worked me harder and I moaned softly as it was his turn to orgasm and pump his cum into my most private place. He lay there for a while as it subsided of its own accord. He took it out and I felt sweaty and sticky between my legs. It was not hard to anticipate what was to happen next he put his hand under my chin and used his fingers to help my mouth open wide. It was still fat and sticky as I used my tongue around his knob and inside the now loose foreskin. I swallowed and started again as he used his hand to squeeze any more cum out of the shaft. Mike released my hands but only for one purpose. "You can take all your clothes off now Kelly!". I sat up and stretched my arms then wiped my mouth. Mike sat down in a chair with his penis down to its normal, though quite large, size. I removed my unfastened blouse and bra, then my skirt, stockings and shoe. The other had become unattached to my person along with my knickers. What on Earth would he do next, I thought as intercourse in any orifice was out of the question for the time being. As I sat on the bed naked, Mike handed me a vibrator and told me to bring myself off with it. Not only was it large and not too comfortable it was a black one! My embarrassment continued (think of the money, Kelly!). Mike helped it in forcibly and my eyes began to water. With eyes closed and legs apart I began my next task using one hand on the vibrator and the other on my clit. It seemed like ages before I went off but Mike seemed to enjoy it as his penis began to show worrying (for me!)signs of life. "Roll on you front please Kelly" I did as I was told. "Hands please" I put my hands behind my back and felt them secured again. "Legs apart please, Kelly" Reluctantly I spread my legs and a short cord attached to each ankle and the corner of the bed prevented me from closing them. Mike parted the cheeks and ran his hand down the crevice. I twitched as his finger seemed to pause on my anus. "Kelly, have you ever...." I did nor let him finish his question. "NO, please, would you want that to happen to your wife?". "Maybe, maybe not" he replied and parted the lips at the entrance to my vagina. "Kelly," there was a pause, "I think a decent wife like yourself should be ashamed of what you are doing. So to balance the pleasure you seem to get from sex I think a little pain would be in order. The pain was produced by a short leather strap that struck my buttocks with reasonable, though not excessive force. The first stroke took me by surprise after six my face was buried in a pillow stifling my cries and mopping up the real tears. Two strokes each side on my inner thighs to finish me off left me shaking and sobbing. Mike turned my head to look at him. "Why did you do that?" I asked weakly. There was no answer as he ran a hand over my reddened skin. It is a very primitive feeling for a woman being abused. The beating that causes pain is a way of the man saying that he can do what ever he likes to you. The woman's defence is to "enjoy" it as a prelude to the real pleasure of more sex to come. Mike unfastened me and rolled me over on to my back, lifted my legs and entered me in one go. My backside was glowing in contact with the sheets on the bed and now my vagina was being raped to its full depth. I screamed with pleasure, his cock responded, I squeezed hard and received my second filling. This time, Mike wiped it himself and handed me my knickers. "I can't. I'm soaking" I said with my knickers in my hand. "OK, but I wan't you to take my cum home with you so put some cotton wool up first." Being a Girl Guide (!) I always keep cotton wool in my handbag for an emergency......... (Chapter 7 follows. 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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)
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)
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