Quid Pro Quo Jodie

Author's introduction: I recently re-watched the film The Silence of the Lambs, and was as turned on by Jodie Foster's portrayal of the young, ambitious FBI agent, Clarice Starling as when I first saw her performance many years ago. Having read about the making of the film and the mutual decision not to socialise or meet between takes because of the fear of each other's characters that both Foster and Anthony Hopkins talked about years later, a storyline popped into my head. This is that story. It is, of course, pure fantasy, but I believe that it just could have happened, given the right circumstances. Fiction or not, I am obliged to record that all sex described in the story takes place between consenting adults of eighteen years of age, or older.

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It all began when my cuckold, Richard, booked a surprise weekend in London to celebrate fifteen years of marriage. At the time, one of my favourite musical shows was in full swing in the West End, and my darling husband managed to get two tickets for Les Miserables in a weekend break package for the very weekend of our wedding anniversary. What a fortunate happenstance that was! I should explain further.

We returned to our hotel on the Saturday night after a memorable evening. The show had absolutely blown me away (I cried three times!) and we'd celebrated our anniversary with a wonderful post-show meal. In the taxi back to our hotel, I'd whispered to Richard that I wanted a brandy before bed, and because he'd been so thoughtful and booked this weekend break, I'd smoke my pipe for him whilst we were enjoying our drink.

This wasn't an altogether altruistic move on my part. I love to tease Richard, and when I smoke my pipe (or a cigar, come to that) his little cock, which you all know by now, I keep locked up in a chastity device, gets as hard as it can whilst locked up, and his balls swell. I do milk him regularly, but this weekend, he'd agreed that his milking could be postponed for a week. I knew that his balls would be extremely swollen and very tender after a fortnight of my teasing him, and so I also promised him that when we did go to bed, I'd sit on his face and he could worship me and taste my excitement.

There was a young woman standing at reception when we entered our hotel. I sent Richard upstairs to get my pipe and tobacco, reminding him not to forget my tamper and lighter too. I said I'd meet him in the bar, and we separated temporarily.

As I passed the reception desk, I heard the young woman saying to the clerk behind the desk, "Can't you find someone who actually knows which part of England this Wales is?" If she hadn't had such a beautifully seductive American drawl, I'd have hit the roof!

"Excuse me," I said sweetly, "but you are completely wrong. Wales is not part of England. It is a totally different country. It's like the USA is joined onto Canada, well England is joined onto Wales."

Both the clerk and the young woman looked at me as if I was crazy.Almost speaking together, the clerk said, "Surely, madam, you mean Wales is joined to England?" whilst the American lady said, "I think you mean that Canada is joined to the USA, ma'am."

I shrugged my shoulders, and was about to move on, when the American stopped me.

"You really are from Wales?" she asked, and when I nodded, she thrust a piece of paper into my hand.

"Can you help me?" she asked. "I need to find this place, and I can't even start to work out how to say it, let alone ask directions to it!"

I looked at the paper. In typewritten letters, I read, 'Pontrhydyfen, birthplace of Richard Burton." I smiled at her.

"Are you a fan?" I asked. She screwed up her eyes and her nose in what I considered to be a very attractive way whilst she considered her answer.

"I guess you could say that," she replied eventually. "But the reason I want to go there is because I'm an actress, and I've just started to make a film back home in the States with a guy called Anthony Hopkins. I'd never met him before shooting started, and I've been reliably informed that he's notoriously difficult to get to know because he's a very private person. I've heard that he's a huge fan of Richard Burton, and I thought that if I could learn a bit about that notorious hell-raiser and womaniser, I'd have an opportunity to get to know my co-star a bit better, and that will only help our on-screen relationship. We've been given the week off whilst external shooting schedules are set up, so I flew over here to look for this godforsaken place! How on earth do you even start to try and pronounce it?"

Richard came back at this point, carrying all my smoking implements. He saw that I was engaged in conversation, and so he held back. He knows that I'm bi-sexual, and I suppose his reasoning for not coming over straight away was that maybe I'd met someone who could turn out to be a one night stand, and so he let me get on with it, without interruption. I saw him and waved him over.

"This is my husband, Richard," I said, putting my arm through one of his. "Richard this is..." I looked at her.

"Jodie," she replied, offering her hand to Richard to shake. "Jodie Foster."

I saw Richard's dilemma. His hands were full with my pipe and tobacco pouch. I hoped my tamper and lighter were in the pouch too, or he'd be in big trouble! I took them out of his hands, and he and Jodie shook hands.

"Very pleased to meet you, Ms. Foster," Richard said warmly.

"Jodie is an actress, Richard," I said smiling at our new friend. "She's looking for directions to Pontrhydyfen."

I almost laughed out loud at Richard's puzzled expression. I knew the way his mind worked. What on earth did being an actress have to do with going to a small village in the Neath valley?

I was saved from saying anything when Jodie looked at me in admiration.

"How the hell do you get that pronunciation out of that mess of letters?" she asked. "I heard a vee sound when you said the name of this place, but there's no letter v on the paper!"

I winked at her.

"Richard and I were just going into the bar to have a nightcap," I said. "Would you care to join us? I can give you a quick lesson on the intricacies of the Welsh language. Did you know that it is the oldest, continually spoken language in Europe?"

Jodie's eyes widened in surprise.

"There's such a thing as a Welsh language?" she asked. "Oh, yes please! I'd love to join you. Maybe you and I can chat whilst Richard here has some peace to smoke his pipe?"

I winked at her again.

"Richard doesn't smoke," I grinned. "I was going to have a bowl of my favourite tobacco with my brandy, but if smoking puts you off, I can just have the brandy."

Jodie's facial expression was priceless, but she was too polite to say anything detrimental. Instead, she slipped her arm through mine and as we walked into the hotel bar, she said confidentially, "I used to have a girlfriend who smoked cigars. We split up when I played a woman with questionable morals who gets gang raped. She said she didn't want anything to do with a woman who had sex with men!"

I looked at her in amazement.

"You're kidding me!" I said. "It was only a film script!"

Jodie shook her head in amusement.

"That's what I tried to tell Debby," she smiled, "but I think she was looking for any excuse to end our relationship."

She stopped suddenly and put her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my," she said, "I hope sitting with a lesbian doesn't upset you?"

We were sitting by now, and I reached over and patted her knee.

"It doesn't bother me at all," I told her. "I'm bi-sexual myself."

Jodie looked up at Richard, who was standing at my side, waiting for permission to sit down. It was obvious that he'd heard my confession.

"Oh, don't worry about Richard," I smiled, nodding at a spare armchair. As he sat down, I moved a bit closer to Jodie and said in a theatrical whisper, "Richard's a cuckold, and I'm a Hot Wife!"

Jodie looked from me to Richard, and he nodded in confirmation.

"If it doesn't bother you, Ms. Foster, it certainly doesn't bother me," he said with a smile. "I love Olwen with all my heart, and I want her to be satisfied in all aspects of her life. We understand one another perfectly."

Jodie sat back in her chair and exhaled noisily.

"Wow!" she said, and for a moment I thought that our honesty and openness had scared her off. Then she nodded at my pipe and tobacco pouch.

"You'd better get that lit up," she said. "I was about to go out to a night club where I thought I might find some companionship for tonight. I wasn't planning on going to... you know, that place I can't pronounce until tomorrow. And a girl footloose and fancy-free in London has her needs!"

My heart beat increased and I leant forward again, picking up my pipe as I did so.

"I'll break it down for you," I said. "It'll be easier for you to say if you think of it in chunks rather than one word. You say pont."

Jodie repeated that word.

"Reed," I said slowly, and Jodie repeated it, so I put the two bits together, "Pont-reed" and once more Jodie parroted my words.

"Uh," I said and she looked at me strangely. "It's ok," I said, "I haven't forgotten what I was saying. The next bit is pronounced 'uh' that's all. Can you say Pont-reed-uh?"

Jodie dutifully repeated what I'd said, so I finished my quick tutorial by saying "ven" Then I said the whole word, "Pontrhydyfen," and Jodie repeated it. I nodded approvingly, and Jodie clapped her hands excitedly.

"A single letter 'f' in Welsh is pronounced as 'v'. It's the double 'ff' that gives the same sound as the English letter f," I explained to her.

"I did it!" she crowed, "I spoke Welsh!"

Her clapping obviously caught the attention of a passing waiter. He came over to our table.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you and your guests waiting, Ms. Foster," he said obsequiously. Jodie blushed.

"I'm the one who should apologise," she said graciously. "I was clapping because I'd done what this lady told me to do, not to attract your attention. But now that you're here, could we have a bottle of brandy, please and three glasses? Put it on my check. I'm in the Trafalgar suite."

"Of course, Ms. Foster," smiled the waiter, and off he went to fulfil Jodie's order.

"A whole bottle?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.I was still hearing Jodie's words that she had done what I told her to do. I began to wonder if I should take charge here. Jodie laughed, then blushed.

"I'm planning on getting you drunk and having my wicked way with you!" she whispered conspiratorially. I smiled as I continued to stuff the bowl of my pipe.

"You don't need to get me drunk for that to happen," I replied. "You only have to ask nicely! And do what you're told," I added.

I lit my pipe and waited for her response. The waiter returned and placed three glasses on the table in front of us, one each in front of Jodie, Richard and myself. He took the bottle of brandy off the tray he was carrying,and filled each one with a measure of the spirit.

Jodie looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you," she said. "We've changed our minds. We don't need the whole bottle. If I have to pay for it, I will, of course, but these three shots will do us fine."

"There's no need for you to buy the whole bottle, madam," the waiter replied. "I'll just put three brandies down on your account. Will that be all, madam?"

He turned to me.

"Do you require an ashtray, madam?" he asked.

"Thank you, but no," I replied. "I probably won't be down here long enough to finish this bowl."

I looked pointedly at Jodie, who blushed a delicious shade of pink. She knew exactly what I had in mind!

I puffed my pipe and blew a stream of creamy aromatic tobacco at Richard, who smiled at me and squirmed in his seat. My smoking was having its usual effect on my cock locked cuckold, and I knew that it had suddenly got a lot tighter. Richard can't get a full hard on whilst he's wearing his device, but his little boy's cock can swell a little bit inside it. I love teasing my cuckold!

"You have a choice."

I was talking to Jodie now.

"We can either go up to our room, and my cuckold will accompany us. He won't take any active part, but he enjoys watching me having sex. Or we can go to your suite, and Richard can go up to our room and sleep alone. Which one will it be?"

Jodie looked at Richard, who shrugged his shoulders.

"I do what I'm told," he informed her.

Jodie looked back at me.

"So do I," she said in a low voice. "I prefer taking the submissive role, especially with a strong, mother figure like you."

I took her oblique reference to my age as a back-handed compliment, and I picked up my glass of brandy and sipped it.

"I'm going to strap on and fuck the living daylights out of you," I informed her, "and my cuckold is going to watch you become my bitch tonight."

Jodie smiled delightedly.

"It 'll be a new experience for me," she admitted. "I've never been watched whilst I'm being fucked before. And by a man too!"

She sat upright in her armchair.

"Do you promise that Richard won't participate?" she asked nervously. "I really don't have anything to do with men when I'm having sex."

"Not only do I promise," I replied, suddenly becoming aware of a rapidly expanding damp patch in my knickers, "but I'll give you a practical demonstration when we get up to our room. Come on, drink up! I can't wait to get naked and start fucking you!"

Jodie picked up her glass, and proposed a toast.

"To all things Welsh!" she said in her gorgeous American drawl.

We clinked glasses and downed the contents in one. Jodie chuckled.

"If this was a film," she said, "we'd all smash our glasses into a huge, unlit fireplace before making our dramatic exit!"

Instead, we all put our glasses carefully back down on the table, and stood up. Jodie and I linked arms again, and I nodded to Richard, indicating my smoking implements. I still had my pipe in my mouth, so I removed it and muttered,

"Bring those with you, cucky!" and Jodie giggled.

"You're magnificently strict," she whispered as we made our way to the lift. "Would you mind if I made a suggestion?"

"Try me," I replied.

"I'm very excited about what is going to happen pretty soon," she began, "and I don't mind that Richard will be watching. But do you think we could sleep in my suite tonight? There's a lot more room there than in a standard bedroom, I'd imagine, and I'm a bit of a moaner and a screamer when I'm being fucked. I wouldn't want the neighbours to hear what you are going to be doing to me!"

"That sounds very sensible, Jodie," I smiled at her. "We'll go straight up to your suite, and Richard can stop off in our room and fetch my strap-on and harness, and bring it up to your suite."

We were in the lift by now, and Richard nodded his understanding. He pressed the button for our floor, then looked at Jodie expectantly.

"Um... I can't seem to find a button for any suites," he said apologetically, and Jodie grinned at him. She took out a key from her tiny handbag, and used it to open a panel in the lift wall.

"You need one of these to get up to the suite level," she explained. "It covers the whole of the floor, and unless you have an access key, you won't get up to that level."

She pressed the button, and closed the panel as the lift doors also closed. Jodie handed Richard the key.

"You'll need this to bring Olwen's strap on up to us," she grinned shyly. "Don't be long, please Richard. I'm really needing sex right now!"

The lift stopped on our floor, and Richard made to get out. I handed my pipe to him too.

"Oh don't, please," Jodie begged. "You look so sexy smoking that pipe. Isn't it traditional to smoke after sex? Perhaps you could teach me how to puff on one of those things as well as you taught me to speak Welsh?"

I chuckled and slid the stem of my pipe back between my lips.

"You'd better give me that," I smiled at Richard, taking my tobacco pouch from him. He'd put my tamper and my lighter inside the pouch when he'd picked them up from the table in the bar.

"Don't be long!" Jodie and I said in unison as the lift door began to close.

Alone in the lift, Jodie and I faced one another. I'm not considered tall by any means, but Jodie was tiny compared to me. The top of her head barely came up to my tits! She put her arms around me and rubbed her head against my tummy. The top of her head jiggled my tits in a very pleasing way. I took my pipe out of my mouth and pulled her head up so that she was gazing up at me. I lowered my head and kissed her.

Jodie's lips were warm and soft and she opened her mouth and sucked my tongue in. She murmured her pleasure as she tasted my smokey saliva, and then she broke off the kiss.

"You taste wonderfully smokey," she said, blushing furiously. "I haven't had such a lovely smokey kiss since Debby walked out on me."

"She must have been mad," I said as I guided Jodie's hand in between my legs. I felt her rubbing me through my knickers, and I kissed her again. The lift stopped with an electronic ping, and the doors opened. To my surprise, we found ourselves not in a corridor, but in the entrance to a suite of rooms that seemed to go on and on.

Jodie sniffed the fingers that had been rubbing my cunt.

"You smell delicious," she said, "I can't wait to taste you. The bedroom's this way."

She took my hand and led me through the most luxuriously appointed sitting room I'd ever seen. Until I saw her bedroom that is.

The bed seemed to me to be the size of a football field, and one side of the huge room was taken up with a walk-in wardrobe. Through an open door, I could see a bath and a shower, and I resolved to fuck Jodie in the shower as well as in the huge bed.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and turned to face me.

"How do you want me?" she asked shyly. "I told you downstairs. I want you to take charge tonight. Didn't you mention something about making me your bitch?"

Jodie was wearing a beautiful silk dress. I reached out and took hold of her small, but perfectly formed tits. She smiled at me, and I used my thumbs and my forefingers to grip her nipples which had suddenly become hard. I squeezed them tightly, and Jodie gasped at the sudden pain. I tugged on them and twisted my grip. Jodie moaned with pleasure.

I released Jodie's nipples and she frowned in disappointment. I reached under my own skirt and yanked my knickers down. The gusset gleamed with my cunt cream.

"On your knees!" I snapped and Jodie obeyed instantly. I lifted my skirt to reveal my smooth cunt, and she murmured with pleasure. I moved in closer and pushed my cunt into Jodie's face.

"I think you know what to do," I said curtly, and Jodie latched onto my cunt and began to suck on my swollen outer lips. I draped my skirt over her head, so that she was hidden, and I puffed contentedly on my pipe.

Jodie had just begun to use her tongue to penetrate me when I heard the lift ping again.

"We're in the bedroom," I called out, and moments later, Richard appeared carrying my latex harness and the ribbed dildo that I never leave home without. It's the dildo I use to peg my cuckold.

"At last!" I said, lifting my skirt to reveal a very industrious Jodie tongue fucking my cunt. I put my hand on her head.

"You can get up now," I said softly. "You have a very educated tongue. I must repay you for your efforts. Get undressed, there's a good girl."

Jodie's face was hot and sweaty and her mouth and nose glistened with my cunt juice. She undid the belt fastening her dress around her waist and started to unbutton it. Richard recognised the signs, and handed me my strap on and my harness. He began to undo my blouse buttons. I saw Jodie's face, and I spoke to reassure her.