May I thank all the people who have sent me e-mails about my stories. Sorry for not replying but my PC was attacked by a virus and I have been hospitalised. (The incidents were not related!) Hence the long delay for following chapters. Like all acts of terrorism it disrupts but never wins. Thank you to the people who read my stories and this site for making it possible.
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Kate felt wicked as she concealed the parcels and shopping bags in a corner of her wardrobe. Buying clothes without her husband's approval made her feel almost as guilty as when she let the man touch her. She justified it to herself. "I'm a grown woman, why shouldn't I look my best. Other women don't have a problem wanting to look sexy and glamorous. Their husband's encourage it." However, other women, she admitted, are not married to St John!
The next morning Kate examined her purchases. A short tight black skirt with slit up the side looked good. "It's only a few inches below my knickers," she said to herself. Putting on self-supporting stockings gave her a little thrill when she bent over and looked behind in the mirror to see the white flesh of her thighs between panties and stocking tops. Standing in front of the mirror she lifted her skirt and stroked her pussy, watching herself.
A flimsy see-through black top, crochet, clinging tightly to her tits. Men would try to see through the holes, she thought. Her bras would look silly with this – some women go bra-less – show their nipples. Short sundresses, some tight and clingy, some flared. Daring tops, some button fronted – so you can unfasten a few and let men see your bust. If she only would dare too – not a chance, she thought!
To most other people the clothes were very normal and decent – to Kate they were wicked and revealing. She would have to be very brave to venture outside in them – and only when her husband was at work.
Putting on the black clingy top emphasised the whiteness of her bra, visible underneath. Bending a leg slightly she saw the slit of her skirt separate giving a glimpse of stocking top and bare flesh. "Looks a bit tacky – I should have bought a black bra." There was a knock at the door.
"Should I?" she said looking through the mirror. "My first test – dare I? I'll have to get used to my new image."
Walking to the door she figured it would be the boy delivering her groceries. "He never usually gives me a second glance. Let's see what happens." The boy did give her a second glance – then a lingering stare. "Come in," she said, "You know where they go." As the boy went through to the kitchen Kate felt a little thrill.
The boy did as he usually did, and put the box on the table. Looking at Kate's chest he said, "I'll get the other stuff." While he was gone Kate positioned herself on a wooden chair and crossed her legs. She felt with her hand to make sure a bit of bare thigh was visible and widened the slit of her skirt. The boy came back and fumbled with the boxes, his eyes on Kate's legs.
"Would you like a drink of something?" She had never offered this before. The boy nodded, "Fruit juice would be fine thanks." Kate was glad she had prolonged his stay. Rising and walking to the fridge she asked herself again, "Dare I?" She knew the boys' eyes were on her bum and a tingle ran through her body. Opening the door keeping her legs straight she bent forward, much lower than she needed to. Her excitement was mind-blowing as she felt her skirt ride up over her buttocks. He can see my panties and they are see-through, she thought. She moved her feet a little more apart and tried to picture the view from were he was standing.
She wasn't prepared for what happened next. The boy put his hand on her almost naked arse and she jumped up turning at the same time. The boy's hand was still on her bum and she gave a little scream of protest. Then she was stifled as his lips closed around hers and his other hand gripped her right tit. He kissed her roughly and held her tight. She felt the bulge in his trousers press against her belly. She was helpless as the hand holding her bum moved inside her panties and fingers found her vagina.
He broke off kissing her. "I get a lot of housewife's wanting some cock – I didn't think you wanted some."
"Please – you've got it wrong!" Kate pleaded.
"No – you showed me your arse – you want my dick inside you, don't you?" he said. "Feel this." He put Kate's hand on his hard member. She shivered as she felt his hot thick penis.
"You want a good fucking, don't you? Your husband isn't giving you enough. It's OK, I have a lot of housewife's on my round that like a bit of extra – some even like their husbands to watch. Some have their knickers off ready for me."
"No please – there has been a misunderstanding!" begged Kate.
The boy was of limited intelligence; he pulled down Kate's panties and lifted her onto the kitchen table. "Open your fucking legs more! I bet you're a lovely shag!" With that he thrust his penis into Kate and bounced her up and down on his weapon. "We can do this every week. Just tell me what you want and I'll oblige you. Most wives want to suck me or have me up their arse," he informed her.
Kate was being raped, she pleaded with the boy to stop but he pounded on, fucking her. She was being raped – but she was nearing a climax. She kissed the boy, and threw her arms around his neck. She hung on to him and bucked her hips against him. She screamed as she reached an orgasm. A second later the boy shot his load inside her. Kate screamed again.
"See – I knew you wanted it!" exclaimed the boy. Kate collapsed forward onto the boys' chest as he carried on talking to her. "A few wives like me to visit them with two of my mates. They like a gang bang – all sorts of kinky stuff," he told her. Kate wanted to ask questions about it but was too scared. The idea intrigued her – and was beginning to excite her. As the boy described some of the things he and his friends did with the women he visited, scenes from the videos' flashed though Kate's mind.
The boys' hand played with Kate's nipples though her top as they spoke. "You've got lovely hard tits – let me suck them." Kate sat still on the edge of the table and allowed the boy to unfasten her top and release her bra catch. Now her breasts were on show and she glanced down realising she was sat on the edge of the table with legs open, no panties on and skirt around her waist. She let out a little yell as the boys' teeth closed round her nipple and he began to suck on her tit – his fingers found their way to her clitoris.
Kate began to softly moan and without realising, her hand went behind the boys head and stroked his hair, her hips slowly rotated against his fingers. She was enjoying the sexual arousal but the boy now had another surprise. He stopped sucking and spoke, "You're really fucking wet between your legs – I'll have to lick you out."
The words sent an electric shock though Kate's body. This was something she had only ever seen on the porn films but never experienced herself. The thought of a man actually putting his tongue inside her slit and sucking her twat made her heart thump and she cried out. As his head went down she didn't need telling to open her legs more and her hands went to hold the boys' head in place. She shivered as she felt his tongue flicking her little button and his mouth suck some of the juices from her. She tightened her grip on him and moaned loudly. The boy laughed and asked. "Do you want me to make you come with my mouth? Lick your cunt out?"
"Yes!" she hissed, raising a knee to open her-self up more. She rested her foot on the boys' shoulder. "Please – make me come!"
She moaned and whimpered, as the boy dutifully obliged. Imitating the women on the films she moved her hips and fucked his face. It was the most sexually exciting experience Kate had ever had – so far - that is!
One hour later Kate was lying on the bed, skirt around her waist watching herself in the mirror, her fingers busy. The boy had long since gone but she was still thinking of his last words. "Just tell me what you want and when and I'll do what I can for you. Don't forget – if you want I can always bring some mates with me." It was the last sentence that was now turning Kate on. The idea of having several men use her at the same time aroused her, though whether she could let that happen for real was very much doubted. But, she told herself, no one would know if she did things with the delivery boy sometimes.
Bending down in her short skirt certainly had an amazing effect – maybe other men would notice her more now.
That night at dinner all hell broke loose – hubby was not pleased. "Sending you away on a business trip?" sympathised Kate; "They never send you away."
"I know!" growled her husband. "I can't get out of it – I have to go with two other guys – but it will only be for a couple of nights hopefully." Kate was already looking forward to being able to watch her video and relax and enjoy herself though the evenings. She may even have a drink or two – put her in the mood. Daydreaming, she thought it was a pity that the delivery boy was not due again till next week. She could have asked him to call back in the evening – for a drink – maybe bring a friend – or two.
"What's wrong?" asked her husband, "You look flushed." Kate excused herself and went to the bathroom.
Throughout the following morning John grumbled and whinged about his trip and by the time his co-workers had picked him up Kate had had enough. "A couple of days of peace – at last!" she said loudly to herself.
