Rachel was in a state as she showered for work. It was a week since she had been with Liam. She was excited but scared knowing she would see him at work that day. Her bruises from her last encounter were fading. She missed seeing the purple marks on her ass. As they faded to brown and eventually away, the memory of her time with Liam seemed to fade too. It was like a dream, a memory that she couldn't be sure was real or imaginary. How she could forget the pleasure, the abuse and the love, she didn't know.
Her husband had noticed only one of her marks. She had been cooking dinner on Saturday night and had her deep reddish brown hair up in the hot kitchen. Her husband was at the breakfast bar setting the table and asked, "What happened to your neck?"
Rachel didn't even know what he was talking about at first. "What do you mean?"
"There's some marks on your neck, like a rash or something."
The memories flooded back, Liam's kisses, gentle at first but then gnawing at her neck, like a hungry animal. "It must be the heat. You know I don't handle it well." He seemed happy with that answer.
She hated lying to him. For all his faults Chris was a good man. Their passion had waned as was normal after children and she knew there was fault on both sides. Life seemed to take over and it seemed like what had drew Rachel to Chris in the first place was what had turned her off him. In their seven years together she felt as though Chris had not grown up and fully accepted his role as a father. He loved their children but was irresponsible, giving into their whims. He placed all the 'grown up' responsibilities on her. She managed the children, the finances and major decisions of the family.
Rachel had felt like she was on heat all week and that morning was no exception. For the first time in many years she had went online and masturbated to porn. On Wednesday night she had waited until her husband and children were in bed then snuck into the study. She didn't know where to start looking. Everyone said how easy it was to find porn on the internet, but its not easy when you have no idea where to start.
Rachel took a gamble and looked up the history. She smiled as she saw two days ago a free porn site had been visited. She knew her husband watched porn. It had never bothered her. At the start of their relationship, before children came along, they would watch it frequently, either fucking to it or masturbating each other to it. That time was long over now. She searched the site for what seemed like ages before she found a video that suited her.
The woman was beautiful, not a plastic Barbie doll type like many of the videos she had abandoned. She had short dark hair, small natural breast and very shapely womanly hips and thighs. The man with her was tall and slim but had a commanding presence. She fast forwarded the set up until she saw the man remove his coat and tie.
The man moved behind the woman, roughly putting his tie around her neck, pulling it tight. He bent her over the desk pulled her skirt up and ripped her tiny yellow g-string off. Rachel pushed her pajama pants down over her creamy thick thighs to her knees and rubbed her little clit.
She watched, extremely aroused and imagined herself in the actresses position. She rubbed and rubbed, in little circular movements, over her clit. Her moans were growing louder and louder. She bit her hand to muffle the noises. As the actor penetrated the actresses asshole Rachel remembered the hurt and intense pleasure she had felt when Liam took her ass. Warmth flooded Rachel's pussy she felt the wetness of her juices on her fingers as she came.
Never in her life had the thought of someone fucking her ass made her cum. But then never in her life had anyone made it feel the way Liam did. How could an act she had always thought was preferred by men purely because they liked the idea of doing something taboo, end up being so much a part of her new found sexual preferences?
She knew it was because what she had with Liam was special. He had awakened in her something dormant. Something she had always craved but could never really put her finger on. She was fearful of her newfound lust, unsure where it would lead her.
As Rachel showered she felt her wetness starting to grow. She lathered her body with a gentle soap and enjoyed the feeling of the sponge on her body. As she cleaned between her thighs she shivered as the texture tickled her sensitive area. She took down the massaging shower head and moved the pelting hot water over her body washing the soap away. She pulled apart the folds of her skin and let the water hit her clit. She leaned her back against the cold tiles and let intense rhythm of the water wash over her sex.
After she had finished her shower and calmed down she started to dress for work. Liam had sent instructions for her appearance at work in a text message. He had been very clear, "You will wear a skirt to work tomorrow, black thigh high stay up stockings, black heels and no underwear. You will wear lightly coloured eye shadow, black eye liner, mascara, lip gloss and blush. You will straighten your hair and wear it out."
She was unsure about the stockings as she had none. It had been Thursday late night shopping so she went to a million stores before she found any in her size. As she had put them on she worried about her thighs rubbing together as she walked.
She got up early and did her hair, she rarely straightened it, but had a ceramic hair straightener which made it easier. She did her make up and thought she looked nice. A little too dressed up for work probably. Liam had chosen well.
Rachel got out of her late model Toyota family car and headed into work. Liam was at the front end registers with Lindy when she walked in.
"Morning Rachel." He said, "You look nice. Something special going on today?"
Rachel felt her cheeks burn. A smiled spread across Liam's face. You bastard, Rachel thought. He wanted to see her uncomfortable, remind her he was in control and it was for him that she looked the way she did.
Lindy looked away from the customer she was serving, "Hot date tonight, darl?" Lindy was an older women. At fifty she was only two years older than Liam, but she seemed more than that with her short, large, motherly figure.
Rachel tried to laugh it off. "I just felt like looking pretty today." Cheekily she did a pirouette, "Do you approve?" She asked more for Liam's benefit than Lindy's.
Lindy was the one who replied though, "Of course I do!"
Liam smiled, lips wide, teeth almost barred. He looked almost like a bear with his greying, dark reddish hair and beard. Rachel felt a surge of electricity through her body. She knew that look. It was the look he had given her when he hit her the first time. She shuddered and went to her locker.
Liam ignored her all morning. He hardly came out of his office unless called to do so. He was normally more hands on, helping out staff on the floor until the younger staff came on in the afternoon.
When it was time for her lunch Rachel went to the break room and started to eat her sandwich. She chatted as she ate with a couple of other staff members. The team got along pretty well and most people enjoyed the banter in the lunch room. She was less than half way through her lunch when Liam poked his head in the door.
