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Brief summary: Marie had been to the party met Michael and spent the night with him submitting to his advances. She had allowed him to take her ‘shopping' for clothes, where she ended up having an oral sex session with the shop assistant, Sandra. Michael had bought her several outfits, all of which were short and skimpy.
We reached the car. Michael said “Don’t worry about what those old hags said, I think you look really good, you have a good body and it should be shown off” I was still a bit shocked that they had made comments about me not being fussy as to who I slept with.
I settled into the seat, not bothering to try and hide my modesty, as the skirt rode up again, my stocking tops clearly on view. My heels making it hard to stretch my legs out in front of me.
“That’s it girl, glad to see you aren’t being shy anymore, you will soon get used to wearing those skirts and you wont feel comfortable in anything that doesn’t show off those legs. Oh and by the way I expect you to wear stockings all the time now and I don’t want to see you in trousers, OK?
“What no trousers or jeans? I have several smart pairs that I think are sexy.”
“I said I don’t want to see you in them, if you wear them just don’t let me catch you.” He made that comment with a glare on his face. I realised I didn’t want to make him angry, I didn’t know what he might do. And for some reason I knew I wanted to wear them to please him, something I had never done with any one else.
We drove to my home, a 3 bedroom modern house with a garden front and rear. It was positioned on an estate of about 150 similar style houses. I saw a few of my neighbours walking towards the shops, the looks on their faces a picture as they saw me in a car with a black man for company. My next door neighbour Ann was in her garden hanging washing out when we pulled up on the drive. Her mouth just dropped open and she stared as I got out, flashing my stockings and almost falling over on those new high heels. Michael came round and took my arm and guided me to the door. I called out to Ann “How are you today? Nice day for drying.”
She was still open mouthed, staring a look of disbelief on her face.
I unlocked the door and went in. Michael stroking my ass, as I stepped over the threshold. Just that touch made me feel excited. What was it that this man was doing to me? I had to remind myself that until the day before I had been a faithful wife. I looked around inside the house and felt a bit like a stranger seeing things for the first time. The things in the house, although I knew all of them, somehow had changed and belonged to someone else.
“Nice house, your old man must be doing well?”
“He’s not doing to badly, he just works too much and is away a lot.”
“Where is your bedroom then, my little slut?” I hadn’t planned on Michael staying long and when he wanted to know where the bedroom was I didn’t know what to think.
“It’s upstairs on the left” “Ok lead the way”
I walked up the stairs carefully, wobbling as I went up each step, my footing unsure on 5 inch heels. We reached the main bedroom and I opened the door.
“MMMM very cute, like something from Laura Ashley” he said wandering around the room looking at everything. He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. “Not much room for hubbies stuff in here is there” and laughed.
“No I keep meaning to sort it all out and throw things I don’t wear away. Just haven’t got round to
It yet.”
“Oh I will help you do that right now, we can get rid of a lot of it by the looks of things in there.”
“What? Some of it is new and I haven’t worn it yet.”
