AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = withheld
I think I'm a lucky girl, but I'm not totally sure. My parents brought me up very strictly; I was not even allowed to watch any TV programme that they didn't approve of. So my idea of what's normal is very sketchy. My husband tells me I'm lucky to have him and of course he's right. He is tall, dark and handsome, with a very good and well paying job in the City. He always treats me nicely and cares for my every need. His hard cock brings me to a crashing orgasm almost every time we fuck. But he is the only man I've ever known properly. I've known other men sexually, of course, my husband sees to that, but they don't count.
From the first, on our honeymoon, for I married as a virgin, he told me how lucky I was and how I must do everything he wanted. He would push his hard cock into me and bring me to the edge of an orgasm and make me say words like, "I'll do anything for you." Only after I had said this would he fuck me harder to bring me off. Sometimes he would make me say other words like, "I will strip for him at any time" or "I will spread my legs for him at any time." I didn't know if this was normal or not, but I did say "obey" in the marriage service.
As soon as we came home from the honeymoon he took over all aspects of my life, from having me stop working to the clothes I wore. My job now was to look after his house and his needs. The first thing he did was to go through all my things and throw out most of my clothes and underwear with comments of "too long" or "too boring." The upside of all this was that we went out and he bought me a lot of new stuff. My parents would have a fit if they saw some of the items that he bought me -- minute bras and knickers, low-cut dresses and very short minis. We had the hardest time finding nice bras to fit my rather ample size -- I'm a 34 inch with a D-cup. I've always thought my bust was too big for my slight frame, but my husband thinks I'm perfectly built; my waist is 23 and hips are 34 inches.
When we got home he insisted on a fashion show of all my new outfits. A couple of the new dresses couldn't even be worn with one of my new small bras underneath. When I modelled my new underwear it obviously got too much for him for he picked me up and carried me upstairs and fucked me. He demanded I say the words he liked to hear so, as his hard cock pumped into me, I did.
A few weeks later we were invited to a party at one of my husband's client's house. I was told to have my hair done and when he came home he would organise my party outfit. For an hour he made me try on six or seven different dresses and blouse and skirt combinations until he decided on a low-cut, short cocktail dress in dark blue. To go with this I wore a pair of bikini knickers and high heel court shoes.
It was a very large house with a swimming pool in the garden. There were about a hundred people there of whom I knew no one. I was introduced to our host who kissed me lightly and invited us to stay for a weekend sometime soon for a pool party. My husband was very pleased with me for the impression I had given to his very important customer. He told me over a large drink that our host contributed to about half of our income from commissions alone, so I must always be nice to him. I found out later what "be nice" meant.
We danced and I drank too much, mostly at my husband's insistence, and later I found myself in the arms of our host. We danced slowly in the now darken room. I could feel his hands on me while he whispered things in my ear. He said I looked lovely and had a great figure. As he talked about each bit of my body he would squeeze it to emphasise his comments. My husband's words stopped me making a fuss at his behaviour even when he pushed his hands inside my top and cupped my breasts.
When I related this to my husband later in bed, he immediately moved on top of me and pushed my legs apart and pushed his hard cock into me. He wanted to know what he said and did to me and as I told him the crude words he had spoken and where he had touched me, my husband's thrusts got harder and harder, saying that I was a good girl. As he approached his own orgasm his words became cruder, saying that he would let his client fuck me when we were down there at his pool party. At the time I thought it was just talk.
At last, the invitation arrived. My husband took me out to buy me some new outfits for the weekend, that included a new swimsuit. The one I had worn on my honeymoon was unsuitable he said. He made me try on several bikinis and in the end he bought me the smallest one I had tried on.
My embarrassment was short lived, however, for of the six couples there, my suit was not the smallest by far, although their bust sizes were nowhere as generous as mine. Throughout the day, the wine flowed and I became a little tipsy. My husband kept reminding me to be nice to our host and not to upset him, for he was just about to close a big deal with him. If it came off we would take a long holiday to celebrate.
While I was looking for a refill our host called out my name and took my arm and steered me into his small study. As soon as the door closed behind me he put his arms around me and kissed me. He asked how I had been since his party and said I looked really sexy in my bikini. His hands gently roamed over my skin as he spoke and again he kissed me. He then said I had the most beautiful figure and one day he would like for me to model for him.
I was very flattered at his attention and didn't object when his hands became more urgent. He found the clip on my bikini top and undid it. Soon his hands were squeezing my naked breasts and I told him he mustn't, but he took no notice. I was very worried about what to do. My husband had said not to upset him, but I couldn't let him carry on like this. It must have been all that Champagne I had drunk but, before I could stop him, his fingers were under my suit bottoms and he was rubbing my slit. My legs seemed to lose all their strength and I collapsed against him. His fingers now entered my pussy, pushing in and out of me.
"Please no," I said, but again he took no notice.
Instead, he pulled the strings at my sides and my bikini bottoms fell at my feet. I was now naked in front of this man who was not my husband. I weakly tried to push him off me but all I achieved was to fall backwards over his desk. In a flash he was between my legs and pushing his hard cock into me. I lay there stunned at this turn of events. His thrusts became harder and harder and his free hands squeezing and pulling at my breasts. His words were coarse, telling me what a big pair of tits I had and how tight my cunt was. Soon his rhythm changed and he came deep inside me. Afterwards, he was very apologetic at his behaviour, but he blamed me for being so sexy. He helped me dress and escorted me back outside again.
Later, I saw him talking to my husband and I was afraid that he may tell him about our lovemaking. Well, he must not have done so because my husband came over to me and said he had just signed the biggest contract with our host, and how happy he was. That night my husband pumped his hard cock into me again and again, saying how much money he was going to make out of the deal and how pleased he was with me. Again I was afraid he had found out, but he just said that our host had said how pretty I was and how he would love to photograph me. My husband, trying not to upset him, had agreed to this. As his cock thrust in and out of me he also said that when I posed for him I must do anything he told me to and to make him happy.
My husband's firm was also happy with the new deal and gave my husband a raise and a bigger and better company car. My appointment to pose was made and I was duly dropped off with a suitcase of clothes for me to wear. I kissed my husband goodbye for I would be staying for the weekend without him. I must admit I was very nervous to be alone without him, but my husband had reinforced his instructions to me to be very nice to his client and to do everything he asked. He said that an even bigger order could be coming his way. I was even more nervous when I found out we were all alone for he had given his cook and housekeeper the weekend off. Much to my relief my host was charming. Soon we were drinking champagne and chatting like long lost friends. He said there was no rush as we had all weekend, my husband would be by late tomorrow to pick me up.
When the bottle was empty we moved into his studio. It was full of large lights and coloured paper backdrops; it all looked very professional. He told me to hang my clothes up on a rail and we would start as soon as he had opened a new bottle of champers. For the rest of the morning I changed into different outfits and would pose for him as the big lights flashed. By midday he called a halt. "Bottle empty again," he said with a smile, so we had a light lunch.
After lunch he said he had some outfits he would like me to try on. By now I was a little quiffy and didn't object too much as one skimpy outfit after another was tried on. With no mirror handy I had no idea how much of my body was being exposed. Now that the third bottle was empty I was completely gone and, before too long, my clothes were gone too. The lights flashed and he ordered about my now naked body in front of his lens. When his hard cock entered me I could still see the flashes as his camera recorded my infidelity.
I awoke the next morning. The whole previous evening a blank, but I soon realised that I was naked in bed with him. "Oh no," I thought. I lay there not knowing what to do. He then woke up and immediately rolled over on top of me and pushed his morning hard-on into me.
"Morning, my little slut," he said being coarse, "today I'm going to fuck you again and again, and your husband is going to get the biggest contract his firm has every seen."
What could I do? My husband had told me to make him happy and do anything he wanted. Apparently he wanted to fuck me over and over again. I spread my legs wider and put my arms around his neck and I kissed him. He wasn't as big as my husband, but he had better staying powers -- he made me come twice.
After breakfast we started taking pictures again, and much to my surprise he wanted me with clothes on. "Much sexier like that," he said. My outfits were very skimpy though.
We stopped for lunch and the champers flowed. After lunch he switched to his video cameras. He set up two on stand thingies, while the third he held. He told me to answer his questions on camera honestly. Well, I'm always honest. He dressed me in a short skirt and blouse combination that I had brought with me and then started by asking my name and age. After this he wanted to know my vital statistics and requested I measure them for him on camera. After this my clothes came off until I was naked again. Now he wanted me to expose myself fully to his cameras. If it hadn't been for the wine I had drunk, I don't think I could have done it. I opened my legs wide and pulled myself open.
I can only blame the wine again for what happened next and of course my husband's wishes, but he threw me a large black rubber thing in the shape of a cock and he instructed me to use it on myself. I couldn't stop giggling as I pushed it inside me. "Oh my, I must get one of these," I thought and wondered where you could buy one. Not in Tescos, that's for sure. Before too long its actions were getting to me and I started to have a shattering orgasm, and all on tape too.
"You're a good girl," he said to me from behind the video camera. "Time for your reward," he said, and he lay down with me and pushed the real thing into me.
I looked up from under his shoulder and could see the red recording lights, so my infidelity was now being taped.
My husband picked me up that evening and we drove home in silence. I was very nervous about what he would say about my behaviour. As soon as we were home he pulled me upstairs to bed, stripped me naked, and pushed his hard cock into me.
"Tell me what happened," he demanded, so I related my weekend to him in all the graphic details
As my tale got to the naughty bits I could tell he was getting more excited, his thrusts became harder. When I told him that I had been fucked he became frenzied and he came. We lay there for some time and I carried on telling my story. Before too long he was hard again, and again he was pounding into me. This time when he climaxed he called me a good girl for doing what I was told.
For the next two weeks I became quite sore from all the attention I was getting from my husband. He would demand I relate something of my weekend -- my posing in the nude or my actions in front of the video camera -- and he would pound into me again and again.
Then one night he came home from work and hugged me and kissed me hard. He had just been awarded a huge contract and he said it was all down to me. As a reward we spent the next four weeks in the West Indies where I spent most of the time in the minimum amount of clothes during the day and my legs open during the night. My slim figure and ample bust attracted all sorts of men -- old, young, black or white -- like moths to a flame, and my husband was happy to watch me entertain them.
He was never more sexually active with me than after I had been fucked by one or two of these men. He would make me tell him all the details again and again while he pounded into me, all the time he would tell me I was his to do with as he wished.
Am a lucky girl or what?
THE END
