Helen removed her reading glasses and rubbed her eyes. She needed a break from the pages full of figures that she had been staring at for the past two hours. A cup of tea, then another hour should be long enough to get finished. It was Friday afternoon, and as she sat at her desk taking a well earned break, her thoughts drifted to the regular Friday Fun Night that she and her husband indulged in every week, without fail. He first suggested it a year or so ago, they'd had good sex several times a week, but after three years of marriage, it had become something of a routine, so he suggested that they spice things up by making Friday night a little bit 'special.'
It had worked well, they had both got a considerable thrill out of the kinky arousal that it had generated, over the last twelve months, they had slowly become a little more adventurous. Nothing wild or depraved, but revealing enough for them to have learned more about each other's desires and fantasies. Helen felt a twinge in her pussy as she thought about the direction events might take tonight. It would depend who won control, she gave a shiver, and her pussy tingled as she thought about how badly she wanted to be in charge tonight. Joe had won their little games, and had dominated proceedings for the past four weeks; she wanted to feel a sense of power and domination tonight.
She finished her tea and pressed on with the financial report for the next Governing Body meeting. She'd promised Lynn, the Principal, that it would be finished before the end of the day. Helen shared the admin office with four more women members of the admin support staff team. At twenty eight, she was the youngest, and she was also the most attractive. Today she looked smart and sexy in a crisp white blouse, and a navy blue, knee length pencil skirt, with high heeled black court shoes. The skirt fitted closely to the contours of her buttocks and thighs and, if she stretched or bent slightly, it revealed the clips of her four strap suspender belt.
Her husband, Joe, had persuaded her to wear stockings and suspenders as often as possible. After an initial reluctance because of the 'inconvenience,' she had taken to the sexy ensemble in a big way. She realised that Joe was always aroused by them and would be ready to show his appreciation whenever the mood took her. It made her feel sexy and desirable, and they were as popular now, in 1989, as they had ever been; since before tights had been invented. In fact, she quite enjoyed teasing the male staff and students. She knew that all eyes were on her swaying hips and thighs as she walked along the college corridors, or along the footpath from the car park. The footpath ran between two wings of the building, and she loved to catch men ogling her through the windows as she made her way to and from the main entrance.
Joe was a year younger than Helen, he was tall with a closely shaved head, and blue eyes that sent some of his female colleagues at the bank weak at the knees. He loved Friday nights, and never tired of coming up with ideas and scenarios to enliven sex with Helen. She was five foot six with long wavy brown hair, attractive brown eyes, nice legs and beautifully firm, slightly larger than average, breasts that hung like perfectly shaped tear drops.
Five o'clock arrived, most of the lecturers and students had long gone as Helen put her report on Lynn's desk.
"There just got it done in time, I had a problem with the new extension costs but I worked it out in the end."
"Great, thanks Helen, have a relaxing weekend, are you doing anything special?"
"No, just the usual, you know, tying hubby to the bed, that sort of thing."
Lynn laughed but she had no idea that Helen was not joking.
"Mmm, I must try it with Nigel sometime, at least I'd know where he was."
Helen gave a wry smile as she left the Principal's office, she knew that Lynn was fucking Jeremy Ford, the Chair of Governors, and had been for several months now, so the whereabouts of her husband might be useful information for her. She was an attractive woman of around forty years of age, with a shapely figure and very nice legs; Helen could easily see what had been the attraction for Jeremy.
Helen made her way out to the car and eased herself daintily into the driver's seat; showing her shapely legs and nicely curved buttocks as she did so. Her skirt rode up as she changed gear, and she smiled to herself about how Joe would have loved watching her stocking clad knees and thighs as she drove home. After pulling up on her driveway, turning off the ignition, gathering her hand bag and briefcase, she opened the driver's door and swung her high heeled right leg onto the ground. Her skirt hem stretched across the middle of her thighs and revealed a couple of inches of stocking top; she was slightly startled to hear a female voice close by.
"Very nice legs Helen," drawled the voice.
"Oh it's you Annette, where did you spring up from?"
"I'm just doing a leaflet drop for a new business that I've started."
"Oh right, what's that then," said Helen taking a leaflet from her neighbour.
"Lingerie, very well made classy lingerie, Anyway, how are you? I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks."
"I'm good thanks Annette, more to the point, how are you? Has that bastard Jock left you alone now?"
"He has thank goodness, I think calling the Police did the trick. We're communicating through solicitors now. We'll have to sell the house but I'll be ok financially, I've got a few irons in the fire, if this lingerie sales project takes off, I could do really well."
"Well I'm so pleased to hear that things are working out for you. You've been through the mill, are you pressing charges?"
"Yes, I've decided that he'll never get the chance to abuse me again, the bastard."
"Good for you."
"Anyway, if you're interested in some well made sexy underwear, just let me know. And thank you for all of your's and Joe's support when things got really rough."
"Don't mention it, it was the least we could do. Look, why don't you pop round next week and I'll have a look at what you've got, said Helen, waving the leaflet."
"Okay, I'd like that, when are you free?"
"Come round on Wednesday at about seven, Joe's out so we can have some girl time. Joe would only get over excited if we talked about sexy lingerie while he was around."
"You're a wise woman Helen, I'll look forward to it, maybe I'll excite you."
As Helen put the key in the front door and let herself in, she wondered whether Annette had really meant to say that, or was she referring to the lingerie being exciting?
Annette lived just five doors away and had been through a very nasty marriage breakdown. Her husband had been violent off and on for a long time, but on one particularly bad night, after Annette had decided she could no longer take it, she took refuge with Helen and Joe. She'd previously opened up to Helen about her marital problems, and had felt sufficiently supported to take a stand against her husband. Jock had hammered on Helen and Joe's front door, and demanded that Annette should return home. Joe had confronted him and told him that Annette had called the police and if he didn't fuck off now, he'd need an ambulance.
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Helen opened a bottle of wine and put the usual Friday night ready meal in the oven. She stayed in her business attire because she knew she looked sexy and, after all, that was a basic requirement for a Friday night. Joe arrived a few minutes later with a smile on his face, they both felt turned on, foreplay always started the minute they got together on a Friday night. It was late September and it would be getting dark in an hour or so. Helen loved the dark autumn evenings, she lit the lounge and bedroom with candles. They gave a sensuous glow to proceedings and, together with a glass of wine or two, put her even more in the mood for sexual fantasy.
They ate, drank and shared small talk whilst eyeing each other up. When the meal was finished, Helen got the scrabble board out of the cupboard. Tonight it was scrabble, sometimes it would be a card game or, as had happened a couple of times, when one of them had worked late, and they were particularly horny and desperate, a roll of the dice. Whatever the type of contest, the rule was that the winner took control of proceedings for the rest of the evening, and the loser had to do their bidding.
At first, being in control meant simply calling the shots in bed, where the winner decided who was on top, and who would be on the receiving end of oral sex. It progressed to more erotic domination by the 'master' or 'mistress,' and eventually into mild bondage. Latterly, steamy fantasies had emerged, whispered into submissive ears, and the loser had been required to masturbate to a description of any sex act, with any member of the opposite sex that the winner chose for them. The real eroticism was in the foreplay, and the moment when the winner led the submissive from the lounge by a his cock, or with her hands tied behind her back, up to the bedroom.
Joe's fantasies had become particularly dirty of late, and they both sensed that they were on the cusp of a new level of eroticism. They had explored fantasies of fucking friends, work colleagues and acquaintances. Family members were off limits but only just, Joe fancied the hell out of Helen's younger sister, but wouldn't have dreamt of saying so. He also masturbated over fucking her fifty year old mother, she was a very sexy lady, and the thought of fucking her against a wall frequently gave him a hard on. But so far, when Joe had control for the evening, he hadn't quite been brave enough to introduce his long time favourite fantasy; Helen being fucked by another woman.
It was that image that filled his thoughts more often than any other when he came. He'd imagined her with scores of women that he, or they, were acquainted with, but he'd never had the nerve to broach the question with her. He was afraid that she might react badly and see him as perverted.
Joe won the game of scrabble by over eighty points. He made a big deal of the large winning margin, and asserted that it had put him in a very dominant position, where he felt able to push the boundaries of their fantasies to new extremes. Helen had been disappointed that she had lost so badly, but quickly accepted her submissive role, and became very aroused at Joe's intention to take their fantasies into unchartered territory. She felt a deep, depraved, lustful excitement as she wondered who she might be fucked by in Joe's fantasies tonight.
"How would my master like me to serve him?"
