Introduction: Clarissa, ex-boarding school friend and model, had been taken in by Jessica Harmondon-Smithers her long lost friend who was now a successful businesswoman in an apparently sexless marriage with Jonathan (Johnnie). Clarissa Stocks-Johnson had told her a fantastic tale of abduction of herself and another down-at-heel tramp called Maggie, by a shadowy and perverted organisation called The Group. She had demonstrated her degradation and submission to them by putting Jessica through the same process, but eventually has come clean to tell her friend (and by now lover) the true story and the plan that The Group has for Jessica. However, Mrs Harmondon-Smithers has been rocked by new revelations, a week or more of unbridled debauchery and lesbian play that she has indulged in revealing and reinforcing her clear bisexuality, and the seduction of her maid Anya who has returned from the Czech Republic. Now she has through her discovered that Johnnie keeps a stash of BDSM paraphanalia in a secret cupboard, has been having kinky sex with a neighbour Mrs Columbine (or Mrs C as she is known) who is of Amazonian proportions, her husband and their maid Ludmilla, and so is bisexual like herself. The question now becomes, what does she do now, especially with her husband who is a stranger to her at one level but clearly a wonderfully debauched sexual adventurer at another?
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"Clarissa, prepare my bath will you?" I asked feeling quite languorous this morning. It was exciting and scary at the same time. Johnnie was due home from his trip away. Genuinely away it turned out this time, not a trip down the road for a clandestine fuckfest of bisexual BDSM.
I watched the naked Clarissa - who had spent the past days nude at my instruction - swaying her hips seductively as she walked off to the bathroom. 'Lovely arse on her,' I thought, if a little striped from the administrations of both myself and Anya, who had shown me some new techniques she had learned with a boyfriend in Ostrava in the Czech Republic. She told me it was a polluted town. The trees nearby grew the weirdest shaped branches, so he had cut down and fashioned a cane from a thin willow that was unlikely to ever grow into the massive ones found in England. She had kept it ever since and Clarissa had had her bottom kissed 12 times by it last night for some minor misdemeanour. She was absolutely stoic bar the little tear that dribbled slowly down her beautiful face. Anya had been given permission to lick it with that sexy pointed tongue of hers before applying the same point to my clitoris. Wow! I came so fast diddling myself as I replayed the scene in my head, then slept a little until...
"Your bath is ready Mistress," whispered Clarissa gently to me, ensuring I awoke slowly. I opened one eye to be greeted by the sight of her lovely breasts hanging over me. Her large ring piercings caught the light that was now shining through a crack in the curtains, highlighting her stiff nipple and like a spot light on her firm rounded breasts. How lovely she looked and so arousing that I was tempted to reach up and grasp that marvellous pair in both hands. No, it would never do, Johnnie was back from Japan today and I was going to confront him.
I leapt out of bed, clearly to the disappointment of Clarissa whose face and nipples suggested she was up for some play. No, today was 'meet my new husband day,' I thought. That man I had been married to for so long was a stranger to me. He had had a stash of porno and BDSM gear no more than a metre from me every night and had been fucking, and been fucked, by my neighbours Mr and Mrs Colombine at Number 12. So the question in my mind was how best to do it. Did I just blurt it out that he was a duplicitous bastard? Or should I do something else? 'But what?'I asked myself as I slipped down into our large bath. The warm water caressed my body as my mind focused on the day to come...
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I heard the front door close and Max, our crazy Pointer, rush around in the demented way he tended to do when a well-loved member of the household arrived. There was the usual 'Get down!' as his exuberance came close to knocking over the target of his affections. We'd kept promising to take him for obedience lessons, but at that very moment I made it a priority.
"Hello?" I heard Johnnie call. "Hello? Anybody there? Max! Get down you bloody stupid hound"
I wrapped myself in my old house coat. Didn't want to give the game away, though for some reason my smoothly shaven pussy was absolutely dripping. I descended the stairs, my eyes never taking their eyes off the tight trousered arse of Johnnie. Just like Anya the other week he was bending over a suitcase and placing a plastic bag that was obviously from an airport shop next to it, whilst at the same time trying to shoo our idiot dog away. It was comical at one level, but my head could not clear of the knowledge that his lovely firm arse had taken the stiff cock of Mr Columbine, my near neighbour. Hell, the thought made me even wetter! I was blushing, yes blushing, at my obscene imaginings.
He turned around and then smiled, broadly.
"Darling," he greeted, opening his arms wide to invite me to hug him. Passionate kisses had stopped a long time ago I regret to say, and that was I realised more my doing than his. Though we had continued to fuck occasionally, and always in a satisfactory if not 'fireworks going off' way, kissing like randy schoolchildren had stopped. He continued to talk, with me lost in regrets of how in reality it had been me ending the passion, "You look flushed. Are you alright?"
"Er, pardon?" I asked, suddenly aware I'd not listened to one word he'd said.
"I asked are you alright," he repeated, looking concerned.
'Wow,' I thought, 'he has such a handsome face, I wonder what he looks like with Columbine's dick up his arse?' I giggled, then corrected myself, trying to put on a sterner face, but failing miserably as my eyes scanned down to look at his cock trapped in his chinos. For the first time in quite a while I wanted that not insubstantial prick in my cunt or mouth. I did not care. I was dripping inexplicitly. I was getting annoyed with my body for not allowing me to stay angry with him, despite now knowing he had a secret life that did not include me. 'Ok, change to plans,' I said to myself.
"Darling," I cooed, "Lovely to see you. How was your trip?"
"Bloody boring, nothing but men in suits and tedious meetings as ever."
"No gorgeous women to entice to your bedroom and spank?" I asked softly, as my index finger traced a line from the base of his fly to the zip tab and back again, feeling his sleeping cock momentarily. I watched his pupils widen. I'd never done this before.
"Jessie? Did I hear what I thought I heard?"
"No, can't have," I said, giggling again. "However, I have a plan that we should go out to dinner tonight. Can you be ready in 30 minutes?" I ordered, rather than asked. I noticed his reaction, pupils even wider, and the trousers beginning to bulge. Yes, he liked me being strong.
I was amused as he stumbled over his reply, "Oh, er, OK, I - I - I'll get Anya to unpack my case and put my things away." He called for her and nearly had a heart attack on the spot when she came out of the kitchen wearing the skimpiest of swim suits. I'd told her to be ready and she rewarded both of us with a wondrous view of tiny triangles covering her sex and hard teats.
"Isn't she lovely?" I asked.
He did not know what to do. He'd never seen her like this in the house and now he looked like he was torn about commenting on another woman in my presence. I realised I'd been a bit of a prude in his company. Now things were changing and he did not know how much. I could see the puzzlement on his face. Should he answer or ignore the question?
"I said, Isn't she lovely Johnnie?" repeating the question and urging a reply. And then I whispered in his ear, "And I bet you'd love to fuck her!"
He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He did not know what to do, but answered, "Yes, well I mean she is very beautiful. Well, that is what I meant..." "Very beautiful or you want to fuck her?" I asked quietly, my hand grazing over his arse cheek now before giving his left buttock a firm squeeze. "Hurry up and get rid of these things, we are going out to a new restaurant I have found," I ordered, feigning impatience, and left him standing open mouthed with Anya bending seductively to pick up two of his cases. From behind his back I winked at Anya; who kept a stoic face even if I'm sure she wanted to laugh.
"I'm just going to change," I said to no one in particular, but just dropped my robe on the stairs as I ascended them completely naked. I heard his sigh behind me."Come on Johnnie, we will be late."
I knew he was too shocked to say anything else. I had him just where I wanted him. Confused.
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The restaurant was one recommended by Clarissa. She said the people from The Group used it and I could see why. Each cubicle on the river side of the restaurant was completely secluded from the next. When you entered them the waitress pressed a button on the window side that apparently gave you unrestricted views of the river and all the activity outside, but some clever electronics in the glass meant that no one could look in and see you. In addition, she pulled the curtains so that apart from about a square metre of floor in front of the table where presumably the waitresses could stand to take orders and serve, the booth was isolated from the rest of the premises. She told us that there was a bell on the table to call her at any time and for any request. It was interesting how her voice became husky and remarkably seductive when she repeated, "any request." I knew what she meant and smiled, remembering what Clarissa had told me about the place.
Johnnie was quite quiet. I'd seen him staring at the skin tight uniform of our waitress; the black cat suit clinging to her pussy to create a classic camel's toe effect and her large breasts straining against the lycra front. It was amazing how the bodice did not burst open given the 'V' of the neck was so low. However, the soft material was there to entice and mould to her shape. She just had a sort of utility belt for her pad and pen that hung low on her perfect hips, together with a clean white tea towel across her arm.
"By the way, my name is Su," she informed us, "But you may address me as you see fit."
I smiled at Johnnie, catching him looking intensely at the apex of her thighs but with a clear look of puzzlement on his face about her last remark. I knew he was excited and intrigued by her. 'This was going to be such fun,' I thought. I watched as Su left us, her tight buttocks wiggling as she exited and closed the curtains behind her. I took Johnnie's hand in mine across the table, holding it firmly as I regained his attention.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" I asked, again smiling at him as I gave his hand an extra squeeze and said, "I imagine she is incredible in bed."
He looked like his jaw would drop off. I continued.
