Chapter Three: Benjamin - the beginning of my downfall
I'd been married to Stephen for a couple of years. We hadn't had children yet. We were living a wonderful life - working hard and partying hard. And having an incredible amount of sex.
Stephen would spank me several times a week, most of those occasions ending in sex. And some of that sex involving me being allowed to orgasm. The rest of the time he liked to keep me in a state of sexual longing.
And I'd never been happier. I felt truly fulfilled, in a relationship with someone who made me laugh, who loved me, who enjoyed so many of the same things as me, and whose great passion was sexually dominating me.
We had such a strong connection. And I'm ashamed to say that I nearly ruined it all by destroying the one thing which is essential in any relationship: Trust.
It all began the day my new boss started.
It was summer, and the sun filtering through the blinds had woken both of us early. I remember rolling over to Stephen and snuggling up into him, and him lifting his arm to let me in close so that I could rest my head on his chest.
He stroked my side, and kissed the top of my forehead sleepily, and we just lay there listening to the birds outside, slowly waking up.
As I often did in the mornings, I felt horny for him, and I slid my hand down to his stomach and caressed him there, enjoying the shape of his muscles, before slipping my fingers into the waistband of his pyjamas.
I loved not knowing what state I'd find him in, and this morning I found him only just starting to get hard.
I enjoyed speeding that process up by stroking his cock and his balls with my fingertips as, bit by bit, he grew bigger under my hand.
Once he was his full size, excitingly big in my hand, I began to wank him slowly, moving my slim body against his side and groaning as his hand moved down to my bottom.
I don't know why it turns me on so much to have my bottom touched, but it does. Especially by Stephen.
And especially when I could still feel the vestiges of the spanking he'd given me at bedtime.
Stephen is a very organised person, unlike me. And the night before, as we were about to head upstairs to bed, he asked me if I'd remembered to lock up the garden office. I have a habit of forgetting to do that.
My expression told him the answer, and so he'd shaken his head at me in disappointment, and told me to get myself upstairs and he'd be up to deal with me once he'd gone out and locked it up.
I'd scampered up the stairs, my heart racing, and got myself all ready for bed and waited for him in my shortest little nightie.
He'd come into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed next to me.
"What do I have to do to help you remember to lock up?"
I bit my lip and told him that maybe he could leave me a post-it note. This was play acting really. A game.
And yet at the same time, he genuinely was fed up with me being careless about these things. So there was a tiny bit of reality about what was about to happen.
Well it didn't take long before he'd pulled me over his lap. His jeans were cool from the night air. His big hand was too, as he used it to spank my soft bare bottom.
No sex had followed the spanking. I had thanked him for helping me remember in future, and to show my gratitude, I'd taken his cock into my mouth and satisfied him.
And then I'd lain awake horny as hell in his arms, long after he'd drifted off to sleep.
So it was no surprise that I was
still
horny as hell that morning, and I was hoping that he would want to put that lovely big cock of his inside me before we had to get up and get ready for work.
I got my wish. But first, he'd lain there smiling at me as I did all the work, fuelled by my horniness, lying on my front across the bed as I licked and sucked his cock.
I loved doing this because invariably, as I arched my bottom up sexily, he'd reach out and spank me as I did it.
Something about pleasuring him with my mouth while he spanks me feels very unfair, and highly erotic. I felt a rush of desire spread in my pussy as it instantly got wetter with every slap.
And then finally, once my bottom was stinging even more than it had last night, and he was thoroughly worked up and rock hard, he told me I could use his cock to give us both an orgasm. And so I'd ridden him like a cowgirl while he held my hips, thrusting from underneath to fuck me deeper, until we climaxed at the same time and god it was so satisfying. Afterwards we kissed slowly and sensually, my pussy still full of his still massive cock, and after a few minutes of this, a second orgasm suddenly rose up in me, and as I cried out, I saw him smiling lovingly at me, running his hands all over me as I writhed on him.
We'd both headed off to work happily that morning. I was due in the office to meet my new boss, and Stephen was due in court.
I remember what I was wearing. A figure hugging grey dress, just above the knee, and black velvet heels. I even remember what underwear I was wearing - a tiny purple lace thong and matching bra.
I rode on the bus, my pussy feeling wonderfully satisfied, my bottom still stinging deliciously, bought a takeaway coffee, and clopped into the large reception in my heels just after 9, my little briefcase in one hand and my coffee in the other, and got in the lift with one of my colleagues and had a nice mini catch up on our way up to the 8th floor.
It was only after I'd chatted to a couple of other people, and got myself sat down at my desk with my laptop that I realised I was 16 minutes late to a 9 o'clock meeting with my new boss. The meeting had been moved. How stupid of me not to check!
Horrified, I immediately set off to his office, knocking on the door and reflecting that this was a terrible first impression.
He was not gracious about it.
He was frowning as I entered, stammering my apologies and thinking how far removed this was from the confident way I usually presented myself.
He looked at his watch and said simply: "Late."
Even though I'd already apologised, this necessitated me then apologising again as I approached his large desk and held out my hand.
He took it, thank goodness, but brusquely.
"Benjamin O'Reilly," he said.
"Jennifer Daltry," I replied. "Call me Jen."
He was a sternly good-looking man, perhaps in his late forties, in very good shape, with some silver in his hair which I found attractive. And he was clearly not someone to be trifled with. His complete lack of interest in putting me at my ease, and the intelligent almost interrogative focus with which he looked at me was intimidating. It was obvious that I was going to have to work very hard to impress this man.
"I won't stand for lateness," he told me. "Don't let it happen again. Now sit down," he told me, as if he was a headmaster addressing a naughty child.
I was speechless at being spoken to like this. But I also knew him to be a savagely effective and experienced barrister, with a formidable reputation. He was right to demand higher standards from me than stumbling in late for a first meeting.
So I sat, aware of my stinging bottom as I did so, and tried to pull myself together.
He proceeded to ask me about all of the cases I was involved in, demanding explanations and justifications, and having an extraordinary grasp of the details of each one. I felt like I was one step behind throughout, and I certainly didn't do myself justice, coming across as slightly inept and muddled.
He made me very nervous.
When the ordeal was finally over, I left the room not having made any human connection with him at all. He knew nothing about me as a person, and vice versa - no introductions or getting to know each other. I also had a long list of action items to follow up and get back to him on, and another meeting scheduled with him the following morning.
And yet, throughout the meeting with him, I was totally mesmerised by him. I found myself slightly distracted by his hands, which were large and strong, not unlike Stephen's, but hairier. I found myself melting under his eye contact, like an anxious schoolgirl. And I found myself wondering whether he had a girlfriend (there was no ring to suggest a wife), and if he did, whether he ever spanked her. And I wondered what that would be like.
So as I sat back at my desk, I was experiencing a wide range of feelings. I felt annoyed with myself for being late and for coming across so badly. I felt anxious to get the actions done and do a better job when we met tomorrow. I felt curiously elated about having spent time in his presence. And I felt slightly guilty for finding him as attractive as I did.
It's not that I didn't fancy other guys other than Stephen. Of course I did. I'd even sometimes wonder idly whether they were the sexually dominant type.
But this man... He set my pulse racing.
I related the encounter to Stephen over dinner - without the bits about how attractive I found him.
"Well I did tell you what he was like! Geoff used to work under him. He said he was a scary guy to work for, but that he learned an enormous amount from him."
"Yeah, I do think I'll learn a lot. I learned a lot just from one meeting to be honest - he helped me see a couple of my cases in a different light."
"There you go then. He's obviously demanding, but you'll figure out how to work with him won't you. And he'll help you progress."
He squeezed my hand reassuringly, and he was so kind about it that I felt that little pang of guilt again about my fleeting imaginings.
I dreamed about Benjamin O'Reilly that night. I was at a party with Stephen, and he was there, looking at me across the room in a disapproving sort of way - because of how short my dress was. Stephen had gone off to chat to someone, and my new boss was still looking at me from where he stood by the bar. And as those piercing eyes bored through me, my dress began to shrink. I remember thinking that I shouldn't have put it on such a hot wash, and the club now became something like a foam party or a steam room, and my dress was getting smaller and smaller and I wasn't wearing any underwear, and Benjamin O'Reilly was shaking his head in disappointment. Then, Stephen was back, stood behind me, kissing my neck, and sliding his hand between my legs, fingering me softly, and I realised to my shame that I was already super wet. And all the while, Benjamin was watching.
And then I blinked awake and realised that Stephen was nuzzling me and touching my pussy in real life, with the morning light streaming in round the blinds.
We had slow sensual sex, and gradually my dream faded and I was focused entirely on Stephen. I had a lovely orgasm, and was completely lost in the moment and how beautiful it all felt.
But then he flipped me over, and spanked my bottom and the backs of my thighs for several minutes before entering me again. And our sensual sex became something very different - something exciting and erotic. I had my head down, resting on my elbows, my mouth open wide gasping as he fucked me and spanked me at the same time.
And suddenly my treacherous mind wandered to Benjamin. This is how he would have sex with women, I thought - and I imagined his serious face, uncompromising, and 100% in charge as he took what he wanted.
After Stephen had taken what
he
wanted, and we'd lain together for a few minutes catching our breath, it was time to get ready for the day.
I knew I mustn't be late this morning!
Just as I was about to leave, Stephen came into the hallway and pulled me to him and kissed me.
"I'm looking forward to fucking you like that again this evening," he told me, with a twinkle in his eye. "Maybe as soon as you get home."
"Oh are you now?" I grinned, both of us knowing that I would capitulate to whatever he wanted.
"So..." he went on, "You won't be needing these."
And he reached under my skirt, running his hands up the sides of my legs, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of my little knickers.
"Oh!" I gasped, completely thrown. I didn't really want to go to work without knickers on today. I was psyching myself up for another session with Benjamin.
