My husband, Luke and I were brought up in a very strict religious cult in Nebraska and our parents organised that we be married at sixteen. It seems very young, but that was usual for our community and it did seem to work since it is now 20 years on and I am just approaching my 37th birthday.
To say we were naΓ―ve was an understatement. Nobody smoked, drinking was only on special occasions and wives did as they were told by their husbands and bible class was compulsory every Sunday afternoon. We knew little about the world outside our community and the only sex education was given to Luke the day before our wedding. Prior to that we didn't even know about sex as discussion about it was forbidden. So for 20 years we did 'it' once a month in what I now know to have been the missionary position, and not that I knew at the time, I never once had an orgasm during sex, although I had explored my own body and had fingered myself to a climax several times, later feeling dirty and unclean over what I had done. At the age of 36 I had never seen another man naked or seen any penis other than my husband's.
We had moved away to California in our early 20's and Luke had settled into a steady job for a national company, getting fairly regular promotions, but nothing for a year or two and he was starting to get frustrated about this. Anyway, about a year ago Luke came home one night and said we had been invited by his MD, Chris to a home warming party at his new house to celebrate his recent divorce from his fifth wife! I had met Chris many times before and he had even been to a swimming party at our place. Six foot two, blond and well built and admired by all the women, hence the number of wives and although I thought he was very attractive, I had been put off by his arrogance and the way he always manoeuvred himself to be near me and make suggestive comments whenever we were out of Luke's earshot. Given our background I was shocked by his talk and never said a word to Luke who used to tease me that Chris fancied me and how jealous he was that I was married to Luke.
" I want you to wear that short summer dress when we go to Chris's tonight" Luke announced the day of the party
"No way am I wearing that so he can see me in it". Luke was aware that I didn't like Chris but thought it was because of the way he was with women generally rather than things he had said to me. "I don't want HIM looking at me in the same way he is with every other woman he meets"
"Look, I need to keep in with Chris if I'm ever going to get promotion and it's always the executives with the pretty wives who get on".
I was sort of flattered by this as I had kept myself in good shape at 5 foot six, 116 pounds and a 36C bust and I was not so naΓ―ve to realise that men looked at me and fancied me.
As if he was reading my mind Luke said "You know how Chris fancies you. We've both seen it and I need you to just be nice to him tonight"
"No way" I replied "He may be good looking but I don't like his attitude to women and I'm not wearing that dress just so he can lech over me as well"
"Listen, I need this promotion and you'll damn well wear that dress whether you want to or not and what's more, for arguing with me, you will make yourself look more attractive to Chris by not wearing a bra"
Given our upbringing, I knew I couldn't go against Luke's wishes, so at seven that night I arrived at Chris's new mansion in my white summer holiday dress which finished six inches above the knee, with my firm breasts moving freely under the sheer fabric. Luke and I were not talking at this stage and my anger at him intensified as the cold air hardened my nipples making them visible through my dress.
Chris met us at the door, looking as handsome as ever, but I felt the familiar revulsion as he stared at my nipples and let his eyes wander up and down my body.
"Glad you two could make it, especially you Helen. Luke's a lucky man having been married 20 years to someone like you. I mean, look at me. Only 38 and just got rid of wife number 5, having said that, if I'd met someone who looked as hot as you I guess I'd still have been married to you as well" As we passed I felt Chris move his hand against my thigh and although it was only brief, I turned round and glared at him. He just smiled at me and looked at my nipples again.
"Go and help yourselves to a drink and I be with you again later when I met all my other guests."
Did I need a drink! I managed to get away from Luke who I was still mad with and was soon surrounded by other work colleagues and unusually for me I was pouring alcohol down my neck. After six cocktails the room was starting to spin when Luke came over to me.
"Look Honey, I'm sorry about making you wear the dress but the evening is going really well and you do look a million bucks. Chris says he wants to show us round the house. It really is something you know; twelve bedrooms all with ensuite. Come on, let's go with him now then we can go home."
My head was spinning more than ever as we went over to Chris who, in my drunken state looked very handsome despite his attitude. It must have been the drink because I actually found myself flirting with him as we chatted. Just as we were to go round the house someone called Luke away to talk to him about a project they were working on. "It' OK Helen, you go with Chris and I'll see you back here soon."
Chris showed me around the 6 downstairs rooms before we went up the stairs. He was having to support me as I couldn't walk straight and was giggling and leaning against him as we went into bedroom number 1 which was palatial. As the door closed Chris swung me round and kissed me full on the lips and surprisingly I responded as he was so passionate in the way he did it. After a minute I felt his hand slide down to my thigh and up my dress, parting my legs as he did so and I just let him. A finger moved inside my panties and touched my clitoris and I felt a surge of arousal. Luke had never done that and I liked the feeling.
Chris moved us over to a chest of drawers and hitched my bottom onto the edge as I looked down to see that his penis was out. Luke's was about 4 inches which I thought was normal until I saw Chris's 7 inches. I didn't think it would go in me! Chris pushed me so I was lying down on the drawers and pulled the gusset of my panties to one side as he pushed it in. It felt very big and nice and after about a minute he ejaculated up my vagina.
Suddenly I realised what I had let him do to me and I struggled up, pulled my panties on properly and pushed him away. There was no way Luke could ever find out about this and when I went to find him I told him I wanted to go as I felt sick because of the drink, which he accepted. As we drove home I felt Chris's sperm soaking into my panties and I went straight to the bathroom pretending to be sick and flushing them down the toilet so he would never find out.
I thought that was the end of the affair. My drunken moment of weakness. I made sure we kept away from Chris and things had quietened down between us - I mean, how could I complain about Luke making me wear that dress after what I had done. Then the phone went.