Forbidden Pleasures Ch 2

Over the next few days Kate re-watched the video many times – just thinking about it made her go to the bedroom or sit in the chair and put her fingers inside her panties. One day she even left them off and tried to spank herself imagining it was the hand of another man. She could not explain what exactly it was that caused the intense feelings. Each individual act, the peeing, the spanking, the anal sex, she had found to be obscene and disturbing. But something about the film had a strange effect on her. When Kate thought about the man coming back she felt nervous and had butterflies in her stomach.

What would he ask her? Did she enjoy watching it? Which bits did she like best? What would she say? Looking at her husband one evening she wondered what he would do if he found out she let a man give her a disgusting sex movie. If he knew that the man was coming back – and she had to let him in the house and return the dirty film – and that she had watched it several times – and it excited her? What would he do? And what if he knew what she did during the day – thinking about the film and taking her knickers off to give her-self pleasure? She became very aroused; she had to go into the bathroom. While her hand caressed her vagina Kate stood over the toilet bowl – and began to piss through her fingers. Her orgasm soon followed.

It was two days later when the phone rang - it was the man. "Are you in tomorrow at noon. I'll call round?" He didn't say anything else and it made Kate nervous. All she could reply was, "Yes."

"Good, wear something nice for me – I'll stay for a coffee." Kate mumbled an OK then he hung up. She became annoyed – at herself.

Why did I let him get away with that – ordering me around – telling me what to wear? Who the heck does he think he is? Kate had nearly uttered a "swear" word – she was very mad! She told herself she would answer the door to him, stick the video in his hand, and tell him to be on his way and not to come back! She was still fuming the day after; and, secretly, slightly disappointed that she would never again be able to watch the video.

The audacity of the man thought Kate, telling me to wear something nice – he probably meant sexy. She began to talk to herself - out loud. "I couldn't anyway, I don't have any sexy clothes. Most aren't even a bit revealing. As if I would wear them especially for him! I could wear something nice – elegant type nice - but why should I? I don't even know his name." She went to her wardrobes and started to sift through the racks. It was true; she didn't have any sexy or even glamorous, slinky clothes. She selected several items, considered them, and then returned them to the racks. It was quite sad she thought that even if she wanted to look sexy for the man, there was nothing in her wardrobe to wear.

She finally put on a skirt that was a little too tight for her, not short, it was knee length, but she hadn't been allowed to wear it. From her shelves she selected a simple white tee shirt with a "V" neck. There was a hint of cleavage but she had only been allowed to wear it under another garment - John thought it was too revealing. Looking at herself in the mirror she decided she didn't look a bit alluring or sexy. She would try it the way most women wore them – she tucked the shirt in her skirt. Now that was better than wearing it loose. Kate smiled at the reflection and turned to the side to admire her figure. She had no sexy lacy bras but the full cup "practical" one actually made her bust look good under the tight shirt. John would frown because the edges of her bra were showing. The tight skirt gave her figure an hourglass look.

It was all an academic exercise she thought. She wasn't going to answer the door looking like that. Though she pulled the shirt from her skirt she didn't change back and carried on with her chores. Noon soon came around and Kate's anxiety grew – she found she was nervous but also a little excited anticipating what the man would say. Each minute made her more uneasy – the video was ready for collection on the table and her eyes kept drifting toward it. The doorbell rang.

Kate walked toward the door, her heart beating a little faster. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror. "Why should I look frumpy? Other women are entitled to look smart and glamorous, why shouldn't I? It's a matter of respect and self-esteem." As the doorbell rang again she tucked her tee shirt back into her skirt and smoothed down the material over her bust. She was about to have second thoughts when she realised how her actions had made her nipples harden and protrude out from the thin material. With a few inches of cleavage showing this was the most daring Kate had ever been.

Nervously she opened the door to find the man smiling at her. His eyes ran from head to foot and back again stopping on her breasts. "Very nice," he uttered, then, to Kate's amazement, walked past her without invitation into the house. Closing the door she followed the man into the living room and before she could speak he said, "You look very sexy – nice cleavage – I'm getting quite hard looking at you!" Kate blushed and her mouth fell open in silent shock. No man had ever spoke to her like this before. Secretly, she enjoyed the compliment.

"Did you enjoy watching the video?" he asked.

"It's there on the table – you'd better take it and go. You shouldn't be here." Kate tried to sound forceful.

"You were looking forward to me coming. You don't normally dress like that, do you? I've seen you at office get-togethers. Your husband would be shocked to see you like that when you knew a man was going to call." Kate was speechless and very embarrassed.

"So – did you enjoy the video?" repeated the man walking up next to her. Kate felt herself beginning to shake and her heart pounded even more. The man placed his arm around her waist and as she lifted her hands protectively in front of her he gently began to run his hands along her hip up to her bust. Not quite touching anywhere he shouldn't but tantalisingly close. Kate was now scared and avoided his gaze.

"Please – you shouldn't be doing this – stop it!" She let out a little cry as the man pecked her cheek, then her neck.

"You have amazing nipples – I'd love to suck them. I know you enjoyed the video – which film did you like best – I bet it was the second one, wasn't it?" Kate didn't respond, she was too scared to answer.

The man tightened his grip of her waist and forced a kiss on her lips. At the same time his other hand crept a little further and rested on her left breast. Kate felt an electric shock run through her body. When the man's lips broke away he said, "You didn't answer me – which film did you like best? The first or second?"

"Second," whispered Kate, nervously. She thought it best to answer his question. "Please stop now!" she pleaded.

"No," the man answered simply. His fingers made little circular movements against her nipple. He began to nibble her earlobe and she felt his tongue trace a line down to her neck. Kate whimpered but made no attempt to push him away.

"Let's have a better look at these," he said. She felt her shirt being pulled from her skirt.

"No, don't," she sobbed.

"Be a good girl and let me see your tits," the man whispered to her. Her shirt was pulled above her bra and she sobbed louder when she felt it being quickly unclasped. Her bare breasts were now on view and the man mauled them. Lowering his head he closed his mouth over her nipple and she screeched as she felt it taken between his teeth and his tongue begin to lick it. She began to struggle, which made him hold her in place by gripping her between her buttocks. As she tried to move she found herself gyrating against his hand as his fingers stretched out to press along the slit of her vagina. He kept gently squeezing then relaxing as she moved. Kate though scared found it gave her a funny feeling.

He kept this up for a few minutes and Kate kept struggling – but not too much. She realised she had developed a rhythm moving against his fingers and pushing her breast out as he licked and nibbled her tit. He lifted his head up and let his hand play with her nipple. Between kisses, which she didn't resist, he spoke.

"You're liking this, it's turning you on. Would you like me to leave another video for you?"

A thousand thoughts seemed to go through Kate's head. In spite of her situation and fright she was excited by the idea of having another film to watch. She knew the man was right, she had to admit that what he was doing to her was giving her a thrill. She felt a strange excitement by being scared and the fact that her breasts were on show and being played with. She liked his hand pressing on her bottom. How would she dare admit to the man that she wanted him to leave her a film?

She felt his hand move to the zip of her skirt. "No, please – you can't do that," she hissed at him.

"It's OK, your only showing me your lovely body. You'll enjoy it. Have you ever had a man admire you and want to touch you before?"

She found herself answering him, "No," she said.

Her skirt fell to the floor and he ran his hands over her bare thigh, stepping back slightly to look at the view. "Have you ever had another man see you in your knickers before?"

"No," she meekly answered again.

He kissed her and she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh slowly move to find it's way to her slit. She stiffened when it made contact but she didn't stop him. He began to gently masturbate her and forced his tongue in her mouth. Kate surprised herself how quickly she gave in. She let her hips move in and out as his hands worked on her. No one else will know, she told herself, if I let him know I like it. He stopped kissing her and asked, "Would you like me to leave a film?" This time she answered him. "Yes," she whispered. She had stopped sobbing and she let her head rest on his shoulder.

She gave a little gasp as his hand now went down the front of her panties and a finger entered her hole. "Does that feel nice?" he asked.

"Hmm," she said quietly, still too shy to admit fully to her pleasure.

Keeping his fingers working he stood back and lowered her panties over her thighs with his spare hand. Kate felt vulnerable and naked standing with her tits showing and her skirt round her ankles. "Step out of your skirt," ordered the man. She found herself obeying him. "Spread your legs a little more." Shocked at herself she did. Now she really felt vulnerable as the man leered at her.

"Unzip me," he told her.

"No, I can't do that, please don't make me!"

He pulled her to him and whispered in her ear, "Do it."

Her hands shook as she pulled down his zip but without being prompted her hand went inside his pants to explore. The feeling she had was one of incredible excitement and anticipation as she waited, for the first time in her life, to touch the penis of another man other than her husband. She let out a yell as she felt the bulge of his tight jockey shorts - her hand caressed it.

"Take it out," he ordered.

She impatiently found the waistband of his underwear and put her hand inside to grip the thick shaft of his penis. She carefully released it from his clothing. Her breathing intensified as she enjoyed the feel of his hot stiff weapon. She glanced down to see it.

"Does that excite you?" he asked quietly.

She didn't disguise her pleasure and smiled, "Yes!"

Kate didn't take her eyes off his cock as she proceeded to do what the woman in the video had done. Slowly pulling back the foreskin and releasing it again she started slowly then went faster. So did the man's hand that was still teasing her clitoris. She smiled widely as she bounced up and down on his hand and worked on his cock. Their climaxes weren't far away as the man asked, "When I call in a few days are you going to be a good girl and do this again?"

Kate was lost in her own pleasure and answered, "Yes!"

"And will you let me fuck you?"

Kate was shocked and didn't speak – but her head nodded.

A second later her eyes widened as she watched his sperm shoot out and land on her belly. As she milked him harder and faster she began to jerk her hips against his hand as though it was a penis was inside her. When she finally reached orgasm she found herself looking straight into the man's eyes, and bucking her hips, she moaned loudly. The man smiled a knowing smile and kissed her.

Taking a minute to recover the man was about to zip himself up when Kate, still fascinated with the sight of his penis did something very impulsive. Before it was out of sight she quickly bent down and planted a kiss on the end of his cock. Standing up again she blushed, not believing she could have done such a thing.

With a promise to call in a few days the man was gone leaving Kate alone and bewildered – still standing in just her knickers and tee shirt. She noticed a video on the table; her heart gave a little jump. Then as she looked at her belly she wiped her hand in the wet sticky mess. Her hand then came up to her face and opening her mouth - she licked her fingers. Her other hand went between her legs – a while later, she reached a second climax.

The inevitable was bound to happen. Over the next couple of days Kate was overcome with feelings of guilt and shame. She never attempted to watch the video – she hid it away carefully. Until, that is, one evening at dinner with her husband. Kate had very patiently listened to St. John rattle on about his day, his problems, and his work. She sat at the table and reflected on how he never ever asked how she was feeling or what sort of day she had had. Suddenly he addressed her.

"You don't seem to be as thorough with your housework as you was. Are you sitting idol reading magazines all day?"

Kate exploded, "What? I'm your wife not your housekeeper! Employ a maid if you don't like what I do. I can have a life of my own then."

"No need for that," said St. John, "It is your job you know?"

"My job? Well – I haven't been doing it then," she fumed. "I spend all my days watching sex films and having a secret lover round!" Kate was boiling with rage.

"Don't be disgusting and silly!" her husband shouted. Then he added, "Your not the sort of woman men pursue for sex."

Now as far as Kate was concerned that was a bigger insult. Her feelings of guilt and shame instantly disappeared - to be replaced with contempt – for her husband. Rising from the chair to leave the room she said, "Go to hell!" They were back in "not speaking" mode.

Kate made herself very comfortable the following afternoon – and turned on the VCR.

The film started with a woman, about mid twenties, enjoying the attention of several men. They seemed to be taking turns to sit next to her, kissing her. Kate counted four men, mostly middle-aged. As things progressed the woman's clothing became in disarray as each one felt her tits or slid his hand up her skirt. Like the last one it was a home movie shot in an ordinary house with everyday ordinary looking people. Somehow, to Kate, this made it more daring and erotic. As though by a prearranged signal the men all stood and removed their jackets and ties. Something was about to happen, thought Kate.

The girl too, rose from her seat and the men watched as she removed her skirt to reveal a skimpy pair of black panties and matching black stockings. She slowly unfastened the rest of her blouse and teased the men by stroking her hands over her nipples. What was going to happen next? Kate's heart raced as she felt the familiar excited feeling. She wondered why the men hadn't removed more of their clothes – or unzipped their pants. She was soon to find out.

The girl, smiling, positioned herself over the arm of a large easy chair, backside in the air. She was knelt sideways on the seat so her tits and head hung over the edge while her backside was presented to the men. "No!" gasped Kate, unbelievably, "They're not!" They did.

Each man, once again, took a turn – to spank her hard. They brought a hand back and slapped - each cheek of her buttocks receiving equal attention. Now the ones watching did unzip – and Kate saw some well-endowed hard weapons come into view. As each blow landed the woman's arse rose and fell with the impact. The camera closed in on her face – there was no doubt about it – the woman looked in ecstasy. She was loving every minute of it!

Kate felt a now familiar feeling between her legs. Her breathing grew deeper as her fingers found their way to her damp clitoris and she pushed a finger in her wet twat. Kate tightened her pelvic muscles and watched the screen. Her heart skipped a beat. One of the men removed his leather belt and proceeded to bring it down hard on the girl's bum. Kate's excitement grew – they are all old enough to be her father, she thought.

As the man behind punished her, the camera panned out to show another move to her front. The girl willingly opened her mouth to take his pulsing red cock – and eagerly sucked while he squeezed hard on her dangling nipples. The blows from the belt were slowly spaced out but fierce – others took over – her arse became redder and hotter.

Suddenly they stopped and Kate was amazed at what happened next. Without saying a word the girl stood, and, facing the chair, she removed her panties and bent over spreading her legs and resting her elbows on the cushion. The men removed their trousers.

Kate licked her lips as she watched the swinging hard thick weapons of the men. As one of them approached the girl Kate noticed he had a tube of cream or ointment in his hand. Fascinated she watched as the man lubricated the girls bum-hole and slowly let a finger, then two enter her anus. The others slowly masturbated themselves as they waited to enjoy their perverted pleasure. One man, the eldest walked up to the girl and pulling apart her arse cheeks he opened her hole and prodded her anus with his purple helmet. The girl winced as he pushed forward and buried his cock in her bum.

Standing quite still he slapped her arse, first one cheek, then the other, each smack a little harder than the last. Kate noticed how the girl's bum moved forward with the impact, first tensing then relaxing. But then the girl made other movements. As she was slapped she started to rotate her hips and rock gently back and forth. Now she went a little faster, drawing her arse away from the cock then pushing back against it. "She's loving it!" shouted Kate to herself. Kate's own hands were very busy.

Another man then lifted the girl's arms from the seat, just enough so he could slip down into the chair. Now when he lowered her back into position her mouth was poised over his erect cock. She willingly opened her mouth and began to greedily eat and suck. The man behind slapped away at her red bottom cheeks and the girl's pleasure seemed to increase as she gyrated her hips into him. His cock was fully buried in her backside.

When the man in chair spurted his "cum" the camera caught the sight of the girl holding open her mouth and catching every last drop with her tongue. A clumsy unedited rearrangement of positions now showed the girl bouncing on a seated man's knee facing away from him, her legs straddling, letting the viewer see that his cock was in her arse. Smiling, the girl bounced away, giving little licks and sucks to the masturbating watchers whose own penis's were but a few inches from her face.

Kate's excitement was intense as she draped her leg over the chair arm and tried to violate her own arse with a finger.

Kate let out a moan as the men on the screen shot sperm onto the woman. Then Kate stopped her movements and gazed at the screen with wide-eyed fascination. The camera showed the men still stroking their now limp cocks – and the girl, now still, but impaled on a penis – sat open mouthed, waiting. Kate let out a little screech and her heart pounded – she knew what was going to happen next.