This is the latest of the adventures of Rebecca. This is set in 1980 Birmingham so no social media, no internet, no smartphones so characters can be more confident about not being found out.
A word of warning. I have deliberately chosen to have longish introductions, including back story and development of the underlying story and some flirtation before sexual activity takes place. That reflects my own preference in stories, but YMMV. I also prefer to have my characters consider the implications of their actions before saying what the heck, let's go for it.
This is an experiment for me. This involves Rebecca telling Bill a story about an incident in her past where a different woman is the main protagonist. I am riffing off the 1,001 nights set up. I would appreciate feedback on whether readers think this works or not or whether it would be better to have had Alison's story as a standalone.
Two warnings. First, this is set in the 1980s and the characters reflect the attitudes of that time. Second, although there is some group sex in this, I still think that it fits best within the Erotic Couplings category.
I am a new writer so constructive criticism (including negative) is gratefully received.
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Rebecca had prepared for her next meeting with Bill. She had fleshed out the Richard III analysis. She was in danger of believing in it herself. Richard had only been thirty when his brother died and had been out of London for much of the last few years being his brother's man in the north. She felt that few historians would have a problem saying that Richard had been fundamentally loyal during this period.
His brother had been only forty when he died and had made Henry VIII seem sober, chaste, and a picky eater in comparison. Brother Clarence who seemed to have been an arse of the first order had been executed for treason. The seventeen-year-old son of Henry VI and Margaret of Anjou had died in or shortly after the battle of Tewkesbury (whether in battle or summarily executed after capture was open to argument) and Henry VI had been killed in the tower shortly thereafter. Inconvenient people died in late fifteenth century England and the idea that his young son might join Clarence's son in the tower following his death would have been a strong motivator.
Elizabeth Woodville and her family obviously wanted her son to favour them and there were plenty of allies for keeping them out of power. Many good reasons to go after the queen's family and then tell young Edward he had been protecting the boy's interest and hope that he had five years to play with before the young man became king to talk him round. Arrogant young whippersnapper probably did not engage brain and failed to hide his desire that Uncle Dickie would be the first man on the chopping block when he became king. Yes, she could work with that and just needed to find a few more primary sources which made that stack up.
Mr Hampton had been helpful in this regard when she approached him. He had suggested a few secondary sources and how to get copies of the primary sources. She was working on a plan to repay his support without making him feel too guilty. She was growing her hair and experimenting with ponytails and make up to make her look more like his prick teasing fiancée and less like herself. Actually, more like a slutty version of his fiancée and as little like the Rebecca he knew as she could. It helped that in school she still wore a version of the school uniform for everyone below the sixth form. She would not want to marry him herself, but he could do better than that professional virgin.
Bill was ecstatic when she described her fleshed out argument and had given her a cheque for £60 in return. He had also given her a copy of the draft contract he had had James draw up for her. In it one of his companies promised to pay her £100 a week plus expenses for six months for her services in relation to the proposed Richard III permanent exhibit which would be sponsored by the company in memory of his deceased wife. The contract allowed scope for bonuses in the event that a museum agreed to the proposal and for assisting in obtaining a historian to put his or her name to a guide.
He had almost been as ecstatic as when they tried out the next position which was his choice. It was just as well she had long legs and a certain degree of flexibility. It also appeared that there was some ambiguity as to exactly what the position involved.
She was not certain that she recalled the chaise longue from last weekend. Perhaps he had moved it into this room for the purpose of their experimentation process as it gave some comfort for their horizontal exercises. Before they had even started he had presented her with new lingerie including a basque and French knickers. She had put them on and decided that the main advantage of French knickers was that they allowed a woman to claim that they had never taken off their knickers while still being fucked as hard as the man wanted. Actually, having tried them on she loved the soft material close to her skin. Compared to cotton pants it was almost like the difference between Bronco and Andrex when wiping one's bottom. She had not tried sandpaper, but Bronco felt as though it was the equivalent.
After the history discussion she had got changed into the basque, the French knickers and the silk stockings that he had bought her. She had looked at herself in the mirror and had realised for the first time how much more attractive and sexier she looked in expensive lingerie.
While she was changing Bill had put the meal which his housekeeper had prepared for him earlier into the oven in the kitchen to warm up. He had also opened two bottles of wine in order to allow them to breathe. He had changed into a silk dressing gown over his shirt and boxer shorts. She could smell that he had had bathed before she arrived. She appreciated the consideration this showed.
She had also showered before she came over and had put on perfume. She was not entirely sure about the perfume she had chosen, but she had no obvious people to consult on how to smell sexy but not like a tart. She was reluctant to ask Bill as it would seem too much like her demanding more gifts. Perhaps in the future she could ask which one he preferred.
They kissed and he put one hand on her bum and squeezed while the other hand played with her hair, ears, and neck. She untied the belt of his dressing gown and slid her left hand down the back of his boxer shorts while her right hand pulled him towards her so that he was tight against her breasts. They kissed as he lowered her French knickers preferring not to try bonking her while she was still wearing them at least at this stage in the relationship. He started to finger her, and she found that she had no need to pretend to be stimulated. Perhaps he had been better at foreplay than he believed he had been or was simply a quick learner.
He gently pushed her in the direction of the chaise longue, and she readied herself for lying horizontally. She was amused to see that a towel had been placed strategically. She sat down on the chaise longue and removed his boxers. She kissed his penis and then sucked it until it was fully erect.
She was not normally a fan of fellatio, but the man had just showered. She also knew that men liked it, and it was useful in ensuring that a man was ready for action. She astonished herself by being able to get enough of it in her throat so that her bottom lip was up against his balls. He had gasped appreciatively so she knew that this would be one she would need to keep in her repertoire. As she was not ready to swallow any one's sperm, she quickly moved to putting the condom on him while he took off his shirt. He had taken the view that as he would not insist on exclusive occupation of her vagina that it was only fair on both of them to take precautions against both pregnancy and disease.
He pushed her back so that she was lying flat on her back. He had told her that he wanted to bonk her while she was wearing the stockings and the basque. She had no objection to this, but it was slightly odd realising that she was wearing more than he was. He had even taken off his socks while insisting that she wore her heels.
He leant on top of her and kissed her. Initially gently and then, as their tongues touched, more passionately. She then started to raise her legs as he positioned himself to enter her so that her ankles were over his shoulders. She realised that part of the stimulation for him was having her stockinged legs so close to his neck. He inserted himself and pushed downwards.
While the description in the book had warned her, she was surprised by how deeply he had penetrated her and how much she was enjoying it. She started to shout out in a mixture of excitement and mild pain. Luckily the first feeling outweighed the latter and soon the pain was insignificant.
