AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = jax@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
| EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6. (no Part 7) |
Okay, now I've finished writing about the true stories of my ex-wife. From here on in it must all be a flight of fancy on my part. Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view.
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I had one more day off and then it was back to work and, sometime soon after that, I was flying off to Spain with Mr. Johnson for some fun in the sun. I lay in bed thinking about what I was going to do today. I didn't feel energetic so I just lay there. After awhile I ran my hands up over my tits and gave them a good squeeze. Yesterday was fun with that young kid; I've forgotten his name already. Never mind, he had a nice hard cock. Perhaps he'll come over later with some of his friends. God, you are a wicked girl. My hands gently caressed my tits. Oh, I do like having them touched. I could do with a man here and now. Any man would do, preferably someone seedy and disgusting like that guy in the sex shop. God, imagine him sticking his dick into you. Well, if I haven't got him I've got my battery powered friend he sold me.
I found it in my top drawer and turned it on. The loud buzzing noise in itself started my pussy lubricating. Today I just moved it gently over my clit, back and forth while I squeezed my tits hard enough to hurt. I wasn't going to last long, not with all those disgusting images of the sex shop in my mind. This time he was shoving his cock deep inside me, and pumped it in and out hard. My orgasm swept over me and I was still.
"That was fucking fantastic," I said out loud, "perhaps I'll go back to that shop and see what else I can pick up."
Once I decided to go back there, although more than a little scary, my pussy started to itch again. I had a quick shower and dressed with care -- small white knickers under a short flared skirt and a buttoned up blouse to finish it all of with.
I parked just around the corner and walked the last twenty yards to the shop. It was eleven in the morning and the shop was deserted except for my salesman who, if anything, looked even more disgusting than I remembered.
"Hello young lady," he smiled, and I felt a shiver of disgust run through me.
"Hi," I said and smiled back at him. What would he say if he knew the number of orgasms he had given me over the last few months?
"You've been here before," he said.
"Yeah, with my husband," I agreed.
"Yeah, I remember now," he smiled at the memory, "nice tits."
"Yeah," I said feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
"So, what can I do for you this time?" he asked rubbing his hands together.
"Well..." I started but I really didn't know what I wanted.
"Tell you what, darling," he said, "I'll show you some of our newest lines and perhaps you'll see something you like."
"Yeah, okay," I said. I was not going to chicken out and run. Now that I was here I was going to see it through.
He led me into the back of the shop and into a spacious cubical.
"You wait here and I'll see what I can find for you, OK?" he said and he was gone.
I really felt like doing a runner now. I was all alone with some pervert, with no one to call for help. Last time my husband was just yards away to save me if I needed it. Just when my nerve was breaking he pulled aside the curtain and entered with a handful of items.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, lovey," he smiled, and he laid down on the floor several interesting looking things. "This one," he said picking up a large black phallus, "is multi-functional. You can use it as a dildo, it comes with straps too so you and your girlfriends can have some fun, and also it's got batteries too."
"Oh," I said staring at the large object in his hand.
"Would you like to try it?" he asked.
"W-Well I don't know," I stuttered, "it's a bit big."
"It's not that big, lovey," he said holding it up before my face, "it's only eight inches."
"Well...." I said.
"Come on, lovey, you weren't so shy last time you were here as I remember," he chuckled.
I watched him reach under my short skirt and pull my knickers down and off, then he moved my legs apart and he knelt down in front of me.
"So let's start with the vibrator, shall we?" he said and he twisted the end cap and the phallus started to buzz. "Multiple speeds too," he said, "but we'll start on the lowest setting."
It was as if I was the mouse before the cobra, I couldn't move or stop him. Then its buzzing head nestled against my clit.
"Oh my," I said and my head went back.
"That's nice, isn't it lovey?" he said. He moved closer, forcing my legs ever wider. "You seem wet enough now," he commented and he it pushed it into me.
"Oh my god," I almost screamed.
"I seem to remember you like your tits out," he chuckled and started to unbutton my blouse. His rough hands moved over my naked skin, squeezing and pinching. "I know you like it rough, it's written all over your pretty face," he said kneeling up to get at me better. "Almost there I bet," he said and plunged the phallus in and out of my sopping pussy.
He was right, my orgasm was fast approaching and then it arrived causing my whole body to convulse.
"Oh fuck me," I sighed.
"Yeah, just what I thought, lovey," he said.
Swiftly he pulled the plastic phallus out of me and moved his own into me.
"No please, I don't what you to do this," I said trying to push him away.
But he was pumping into me hard now, his hand rough on my tits. Again my body was reacting and a second orgasm rolled over me. He continued to pump into me for a long time after that but at last he was finished and he pulled out of me.
"Fucking hell," he said panting.
I just sat there completely exhausted. This was what I came here for, after all, wasn't it? So I can't complain too much when I got it.
"Who you got in there?" said a voice on the other side of the curtain. "Bloody shop deserted and anybody could have walked in here and stolen anything."
The curtain opened and a fat, balding, middle-aged man stood there.
"Fuck me, who's this?" he said staring at me, taking in my naked tits and legs.
"Just a satisfied customer, boss," said my slimy lover.
"No way, what with your pencil dick," he laughed. "Move over and let me show you how it's done."
"What? No, please, I must be going," I said trying to get up, but my slime-ball lover pushed me back down.
"Don't you worry, miss," he said unzipping his trousers, "no customer leaves here without being completely satisfied."
Before I could move again he had moved between my legs and his hard cock entered me and, boy, was it a big one. His hands made a beeline to my exposed tits and he squeezed them hard.
"Nice tits girlie," he said mauling me savagely.
His hips pounded into me and again I could feel my orgasm approaching. My body bucked under his onslaught and then he splattered deep inside of me.
"Now that's what I call a good fucking," he said pulling his limp cock out of my spunk dripping pussy.
They both helped me dress for, in truth, I had no energy left after three big orgasms. My salesman wrapped up my new vibrator and then they both help me to my car.
"If you want a job at any time," the boss said, "give us a call."
He handed me his card and they left me.
At last I arrived home and the first thing I did was to run a hot bath and have a soak. God, what a day. I had enough frigging material to last me for years. What would my husband say if he knew where I had been and without him too? Good job I wasn't going to tell him. Anyway, I've got a new toy to play with and they never charged me for it either and it came with all those straps too. Now that's an idea. What pretty girlie do I know who would like to play with me? But not today. Today I was too sore and tired to play anymore.
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As you can guess this is a complete work of fiction carrying on my "Lost Wife" series. Although free with her favours, even I couldn't begin to believe that my ex would ever go into a sex shop on her own and have sex with a couple of complete strangers.
I'd like to take this time to thank everybody who has written to me with their comments about my little stories, and I hope they all enjoyed the photographs I sent them. As I have said in my first "Lost Wife" story, I have found a few pictures, J1-J9 in fact, showing her fine tits. Some readers have said that it was good to see the subject's face and figure and that it added to their enjoyment of the story. If any reader would like to see one, just take the time to e-mail me and I will send you a photograph. If you've already received one, please say which ones you've seen and I'll send you a different one.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 9
