This is the first chapter of my erotic novella entitled
The Perfect Whore.
It could just as easily have been called
The Perfect Wife,
but I suspect that the first title will attract more interest. It is the story of a conventional happily married middle-aged housewife whose life is entirely dominated by husband and family. When her husband induces her to have sex with his best friend so that he can watch, she finally realises that it is time to assert her independence. While she thoroughly enjoys the extra marital sex with her husband's friend, she decides that in future she will make her own decisions. This is the story of her sexual investigation of the world outside the restrictions of a conventional marriage.
So far I have written rough draughts for the first eight chapters and I would appreciate comments and suggestions as to how it might develop. Further chapters will follow.
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Chapter I The Awakening
Beverley was in the utility room sorting out the washing but her mind was elsewhere. She was trying to connect herself with the woman she had been last night. What had possessed her to behave in such a brazen irresponsible way? Beverley was a forty-three year old housewife, happily married for twenty-three years, with two grown up children; both away at university. It was true it was her husband's idea but she had willingly gone along with his proposition and she blushed to recall how much she had enjoyed it. Everything looked so different in the cold light of day; but last night with the curtains closed and the lights blazing, it had been a different world. How had it all started?
Graham's best friend John had turned up out of the blue and they had enjoyed a relaxed convivial evening chatting and drinking. As was usual with John he had made no firm arrangements for overnight accommodation so they offered to put him up in the spare bedroom. Just before midnight they all retired to bed. Alone in their bedroom, Beverley and Graham began to undress. This in itself was unusual. Beverley normally came to bed first and Graham would follow later. If they had sex it would take place downstairs. This was a practise they had adopted as the children got older; not wishing to subject them to the embarrassment of hearing their parents making love. In fact they preferred to have sex away from the house when they could; out on country walks or even in the car like furtive teenagers. As she sat at her dressing table in her underwear Graham was suddenly struck by how very attractive she still was; long legs, an hourglass figure, large firm breasts like melons and natural blonde hair. Beverley noticed him looking at her.
'What?'
By now Graham was naked with an erection. Beverley smiled.
'What brought that on?'
'I don't know. Ever since I was about fourteen whenever I see an attractive naked woman by cock goes stiff', he joked.
Graham came and stood behind her before reaching round to unclip her front fastening bra. He began to gently squeeze her breasts; she could feel his erection against her back.
'It's a bit late Graham and you've got an early start in the morning.'
Graham bent forward and kissed her neck
'John's next door he'll hear us', she protested.
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The sound of the front door bell ringing roused her from her reverie. John stood in the doorway displaying his winning naughty-boy smile. She starred at him blankly, conscious of how unappealing she must look compared with last night.
'Did I leave my toothbrush behind I can't seem to find it', he said rather sheepishly. It was such an obviously contrived excuse for his return.
'I'll go and have a look for you.' She went upstairs looked in the bathroom and then the spare bedroom.
'Sorry, I can't see it John' she said on her return to the living room.
'OK, it doesn't really matter.'
John paused, uncertain what to do.
'Would you like a cup of coffee?'
'Yes please.'
They sat opposite each other sipping their coffees. Beverley was surprised how relaxed she felt. Last night seemed like a dream; a very pleasant dream but still not the sort of thing a long-time married woman would normally expect to get involved with. She noticed he was looking at her legs. Self consciously she adjusted her dress and then reflected how absurd that must appear to him. After all she had been perfectly happy indeed eager for him to see her completely naked last night. But it was different today; she was alone in the house. Last night her husband had been there as well. The toothbrush was such transparent excuse for his return. He clearly wanted to carry on where they had left off last night.
'I suppose Graham won't be back until tomorrow?'
'That's right', she replied and immediately regretted it as it would give him the impression that they were unlikely to be interrupted. He smiled his winning bedroom smile again.
'I did enjoy last night, I hope you did too. I know Graham did.'
'Last night was different.' She paused, a flush coming to her cheeks. 'That was special. I, we don't normally behave like that.'
'It was fun though wasn't it?'
Beverley didn't reply. A sudden thought flashed into her mind.
'Does Graham know you are here today?'
'No, of course not; are you going to tell him?'
Beverly felt confused,
'Yes, no, I don't know.'
John got up and sat down on the couch beside her. He began to squeeze her thigh.
'I really would like to see that nice sexy body of yours again', he murmured softly.
'You can't', she replied. 'It wouldn't be right.'
'It was alright last night wasn't it' he urged softly. He began to squeeze her breasts through her dress.