Author's introduction: This is a work of total fiction, but I appear in it, as does a woman whom I have long lusted after, who is extremely vanilla. But as this is fiction, none of what follows actually happened except in my own perverted imagination. Having said that, to comply with Literotica rules, I must state that all characters described are over eighteen, and all sexual acts are consensual. Comments are always welcomed.
Jill Ashman came into the house from the stables, having satisfied herself that she really ought to call the vet. She'd been up most of the night tending to two of the horses that she noticed had been poorly when she'd done her final rounds of the riding stables last night. Neither of them was any worse, but they weren't any better either. She'd ring Marielle, the vet once she'd sorted the family out. There was breakfast to prepare and the children to get ready for school.
Jill took off her wellington boots in the back door lobby, washed her hands in the downstairs toilet, and walked into the warm kitchen in her thick woollen socks.
"Lucy! John!" she shouted upstairs. "Breakfast in five minutes. Hurry up or you'll be late for school!"
She put the kettle on the range to boil, and opened cupboards to get bowls, plates and glasses for the children's breakfast. David, her partner, wouldn't appear until she'd packed the kids off to school, and with a bit of luck, he'd allow her to come back to bed for a spanking and then he'd fuck her before leaving for work. Jill would then be free to phone the vet.
Jill considered herself to be the children's mother, despite the fact that she had known for years that she was unable to conceive. David was their father, and Anna, Jill's younger sister had been the surrogate who had carried and given birth to Lucy and John. She had been handsomely rewarded for the favour that she had done for her big sister, and the children's true parentage remained a very close secret. Only Jill, David and Anna knew.
David had told Jill that he had registered himself and Jill as the parents, so that formal adoption procedures were not necessary. So far, the secret had remained intact.
As she prepared breakfast, Jill thought about her sick horses and the vet. Thinking of Marielle made her clit twitch. They had been in a D/s relationship as well as being occasional lovers before Jill got together with David.
Jill had loved the vet's strong personality, and Marielle's willingness to allow her beautiful smooth cunt to be worshipped by Jill when she was in submissive mode. She recalled how Marielle would spank her till she was dripping wet, and then fuck her with a strap-on. When they split up, Marielle had returned to her native Sweden for a couple of years, and when she returned, it was with a new wife.
David knew nothing about Jill's past and she kept it a secret. True, they had begun to watch porn together, and he would occasionally make a token effort to spank her, but in the past few months David's sex drive was diminishing in direct proportion to Jill's, which seemed to be growing daily. She got through a hell of a lot of batteries these days, and she was saving some of the money she got from the riding stables and the pony trekking business to buy herself a mains powered wand vibrator. The business was doing very well, and Jill often had to call on Rita, a twenty-something single woman to help out at busy periods. Rita was a brilliant horsewoman, she loved working at the stables, and as she was unemployed, the occasional cash-in-hand payments that Jill gave her were very welcome indeed.
The kettle began to sing on the hob, and Jill opened the kitchen door and shouted upstairs again.
"Come on you two! Breakfast's on the table. You're going to be late for school."
It was silent upstairs when Jill went up to investigate. Both the children's beds were empty, as was hers and David's. Jill was annoyed at first. David must have given the children their breakfast and taken them to school on his way to work.
Then her annoyance turned to gratitude. She'd been up most of the night. David must have realised this and taken pity on her. He'd done the early morning breakfast and school run, obviously. It wasn't like him to be so thoughtful, but maybe he'd begun to see the cracks which had started to appear in their relationship, and this was his way of trying to improve it.
Jill made herself a pot of tea and a couple of slices of toast. She sat at the kitchen table to eat her breakfast, and when she'd finished eating, she rang Marielle, the vet.
The phone was answered by Ivonne, Marielle's partner in the Veterinary practice that they both ran. Ivonne was also Marielle's wife. Jill winced. Whereas Marielle was content to keep her vanilla and her fetish lives separate, Ivonne was always in strict Mistress mode.
She listened to what Jill had to say, and told her that Marielle was at present in the shower. Ivonne promised that she would pass the message on, and Marielle would call on Jill as soon as possible.
Jill thanked Ivonne politely, and, in answer to her next, curt question, promised to try to visit the local fetish club to serve Ivonne and her wife as soon as the opportunity arose.
When she had finished her phone call, Jill realised that her clit was still tingling. Marielle wouldn't show up for at least half an hour, and besides, Jill reasoned, she'd be in professional, not Mistress mode. There was plenty of time, she told herself.
Jill hurried upstairs to her and David's bedroom. Quickly, she pulled down her jeans and her knickers, and left them in a heap at the foot of the bed. She lay down and opened the drawer to her bedside table. Underneath the pile of clean knickers, she found her trusty rabbit vibrator. Taking it out, she rubbed the pimpled silicon tip along her cunt slit. Fuck! That felt good!
She slid the head inside herself and the 'rabbit ear' nestled against her clit. She switched it on, and with a low hum, the vibrator began to work its magic. Jill felt her nipples harden underneath the warm woollen sweater she had slipped on when she went down to the stables last night.
She slid her free hand up her sweater and discovered a nipple. She squeezed it gently, loving the sensation that coursed through the tender sensitive bud. She closed her eyes and began to fantasize.
She was in the club now, naked except for her slave collar. She was being led to the stage by Marielle, who was wearing a strap-on harness, complete with a massive horse cock dildo. Ivonne was already on the stage, and she too wore a similarly sized strap-on.
When Marielle reached the stage, she kissed her wife deeply. Then the two dominant women put Jill between them and, to encouraging whoops and cheers from a very enthusiastic audience, they both rammed their strap-on cocks into their compliant slave. Marielle fucked Jill's cunt whilst Ivonne fucked her arse.
Jill was being torn apart, but she loved the pain, the humiliation, the feeling of being filled with two horse cocks, even if they weren't real, but made of lovely firm silicon. As she approached her orgasm on stage, Jill was getting close back in her bedroom too. Gasping with delight, she felt her cunt go into a lovely spasm, and she clenched down on her rabbit and exploded.
Breathing heavily, Jill came down slowly from her rabbit-induced high. She pulled her vibrator out of her cunt. The pimpled silicon head glistened with her cunt cream. Jill licked a thick strand which was threatening to drip off the tip, and then slid the whole silicon tip into her mouth.
She loved the taste of David's cum (when he allowed her to suck his cock that was) but to Jill there was nothing in the world that tasted better than cunt juice. She'd been tasting herself ever since she first jilled herself off as a teenager. At thirty nine years of age, she'd been tasting cunt cream for over twenty years, and it never failed to give her a thrill.
She took the rabbit to the bathroom and swilled it off, drying it on a towel and returning it to her bedside drawer. Then she pulled on a clean pair of knickers and her jeans and went back downstairs. She intended to wait for Marielle down at the stables.
Ivonne was as good as her word. She'd obviously passed the message on and forty or so minutes later, Marielle was pulling her battered old Land Rover into the yard. Jill, who was in one of the stables with the two poorly horses, heard her coming, and rushed out to greet her.
"Hiya!" she smiled, blushing as she felt her clit twitch and her nipples harden. Marielle was fucking gorgeous, even when she was wearing her usual work uniform of faded, patched overalls and filthy wellington boots.
