Chapter Three...
Finger licking good!
I had to tread carefully. Huby's wife obviously wanted to make her fantasies come true. That's what she said when boldly, she announced that my presence in her bedroom would do just that.
When I queried about her husband she said not to worry about him, and anyway they don't sleep together, except maybe the occasional rant which doesn't happen much anymore, and they had separate bedrooms. That is why she is hungry for gratification, she declared and I knew, the way she was looking at me, her wicked ways were focused on me.
So I started to get the picture. Sir Huby told me about their dissolving sex life and that is why he turned to a diverse opportunity with me. It seemed to me that I was the guy who would serve to gratify them both, but I had my job to take into consideration and also my position with her husband as my employer - if I got on the wrong side of him I would surely be out in the cold - and anyway I enjoyed his sex.
But what about a bit of totty on the side, first the main course with \Sir Huby and then the sweet dessert with Franchesca?
I won't say that the idea of having sex with both of them was not appealing because it certainly was - not at the same time of course (although perhaps that would be nice) but how could I let go with her feeling that Huby would find out; and what then?
Perhaps it wasn't a good idea no matter how much the invitation aroused me, and I didn't wish to upset the apple cart when things were going so frightfully well with 'Hubykins' (My new found nickname for him)
However, Franchesca was mature and instinctive - and determined and you know what they say about a woman scorned, so what could I do? I wanted to please her and when she placed herself neatly on the settee beside me, when we were taking a coffee break after returning from delivering her husband to the Commons.
Whether is was a very atmospheric perfume she was wearing or just her perseverance and utter charm, I felt myself hopelessly succumbing to the so gentle teasing touch of her lips brushing the nape of my neck.
"You are the most delightful chauffeur I have ever known, Alex.
May I call you Alex?" she whispered so very seductively and, feeling that familiar quiver in my groin I said that would be nice, but all the time I was fighting with the idea of how I could avoid that which seemed imminent.
It was like I was in a veritable trap because, of course, what she was doing to me, and the auto suggestion in her words made it very clear what she had in mind. I fancied her to the balls and I felt ignoring her advances were a hopeless task.
Although she said she would be the most prudent woman possible and this was going to be a secret between her and I - she could not have known about her husband's relationship with me - but those persistent and kisses and the utter feel of her fingers walking up the inside of my thigh were more than any red blooded guy, bisexual or other, could take; and |I simply melted into her arms` and I was hers.
"OMG! I have always wanted a toy boy!" she cried out and I knew then there was no way back, this woman was determined to have her way no matter what and when her lips reached mine, opening them with hers to enjoy a very deep French kiss, and then the method she used to undo my chauffeurs tunic - releasing each button with a defined sensuality - and a whispery promise of what was to come.
Her hand was soon inside my shirt, tinkering across my chest and nipples and already I was fully swollen and she sighed the sigh of a woman who cried out for gratification - the warmth of her breath was tantalising my masculinity and when she opened up my trousers, like it was an everyday thing, teased me back I felt her tongue masquerading there - her long delicious red hair hiding my new found erection, lavishing me like a hungry animal. I was in for the most warm and adorable promise with a woman, something that had not happened before, but not all what one would think, because. without my knowing, because I was in the depths of a sexual frenzy, enjoying her exploitation of me, it seemed, she had somehow managed to don a strap- on penis and balls; and all at once, there was me thinking; like husband, like his wife - she wanted my ass - and then, showing me what she had done she said quietly again that she hoped I wouldn't be disappointed, but if I wanted I could fuck her afterwards.
She then chatted on like most women do, talking about how some of her friends take on toy boys to ease the drudgery of a failing marriage and how beautiful it can be using sex toys.