My mind was in turmoil for the next few hours. Should I confront my husband or try and find out more on my own? I kept looking at my grinning face, and the way I held onto the guy's arm. I looked so happy in most of the pictures. They had been taken over several different days, judging by my changing outfits. But was this evidence of my adultery or my real partner?
I printed off the pictures like I had seen Harry do, praying to god he wouldn't find out. Maybe the police would believe me now. I had to show them or at least try to. I had to get into town somehow. I didn't want to phone the police or call them out, I mean what would my husband say if he found out? Another option was the taxi driver, but again he might tell Harry he had taken me to town. I couldn't trust anyone, but maybe there was someone who would help. I took my midday pill and headed out.
My high heels clipped slowly on the tiled floor, I watched the eyes travel up my legs and onto the hem of my yellow flared mini skirt; a slight smile grew on his lips. He looked over my breasts and nipples in my tight black jumper.
"So what can I do for you, sweetheart?"
I didn't answer I just moved around the shop slowly, looking at things. I gave him time to look me over, and he did. I picked up a magazine and thumbed through it. I could feel his eyes watching my body. He was beside me now looking over my shoulder. I didn't say anything about him standing so close to me. I could feel my heart racing, and I felt like I would jump if he touched me. But I would force myself to stand there if he did.
"I'm looking for a treat for my, my husband, a special treat," I said stammering slightly.
He moved closer and I could feel his hot breath on my bare neck.
"Maybe you should look on the top shelf then, sweetheart."
I looked up at all the porn magazines and gulped.
"No, maybe more of a verbal treat, like telling him what I got up to today."
He took a chance and his hand cupped my left breast. I let him paw me for a few seconds and then I stepped away. I moved round the shop and he followed behind me.
"So he does like to hear about you," he whispered.
I felt his wet tongue twist into my 4 inch hoop earring. He snaked his slug like muscle right into my ear. I could hear it slop and slither, over every part of my ear that he could reach.
"I'm not that easy, you'll have to make an effort," I breathed as I moved away, "take me for a drink, not to the village pub, in town."
"OK, when, tonight?"
"No now, shut the shop and we'll go now," I responded.
"Why don't we just go back to your place?" he asked, as his eyes rolled up my body.
"Because I'll be worth the wait, and I have to build my husband up to it. He likes that almost as much as me doing it. Can you wait for it? Can I tease my husband about my new stud first?"
"I knew that bloke was banging you in front of your old man," he groaned.
"No not in front of my husband, he won't want to watch, he just likes me talking about it, and he likes a long slow build up."
"I don't know, let's just do it. You might just be a prick tease, and he might just get off on that," Thomas said.
I moved a few steps away and turned facing him. I could see he was turned on and hot for me. I slowly lifted my skirt an inch at a time. His eyes just watched and he swallowed hard. He groaned as my stocking tops came into view, the lacy brown tops had him panting slightly.
"They are the stockings you gave me. I'm wearing them for you. Take me into town and buy me a drink, and in few days I'll work on my husband," I purred sexily.
He swallowed hard again, as I let my skirt drop.
"W, what if he, says no?" he stammered.
"He won't, I did it with Joey, and he loved it. I have amnesia but I found pictures of me with other men. My husband told me after I asked him."
"Show me again," he mumbled.
I inched my skirt up watching his leering eyes. I didn't go as far as my panties, besides they felt a little wet.
"You know I'm a right bitch to him. Even I worked out I only married him for his money. In return I give him what he wants," I purred.
"Don't keep me hanging on too long; I'm not some thick country boy."
I smiled, "no, I'm sure you're not."
I sat in his van as he drove. He had lost some of his earlier confidence, maybe because I was sat with my hem slightly exposing my stocking tops. He knew I would only let him look. I told him if he couldn't control himself the deal was off. I also made him promise not to let my husband know, until I had spoken to him first. I told him it would take a few days, maybe a week, but I would be worth waiting for. I watched his eyes trying to look at my thighs and the road at the same time. I just lay back in the seat occasionally rubbing my legs together. The sound of nylon seemed to drive him wild. He was actually sweating just above his top lip. I was only using him to get into town, but my body seemed to like the way I was teasing him.
We sat in the pub and I downed my drink quickly.
"Wait here I'll be back in half an hour."
"Where are you going?" he asked a little miffed.
I smiled rubbing my hand across his cheek.
"I need some new underwear, something sexy for my new lover," I purred.
He took me by surprise grabbing my hand and pushing it under the table. I felt his hard cock, and although I wanted to resist I didn't. I smiled and gave it a squeeze.
"Later lover, later," I whispered.
I walked into the police station and showed the officer from the other day the photos. After 10 minutes he still thought I was a lunatic. I insisted that he found someone else for me to talk to. I sat and explained everything to a woman detective. She seemed worse than the man on the desk!
"Look Mrs Trent you obviously had an affair, I mean you admit that yourself."
"Look I have amnesia. I don't know if what they are telling me is the truth. For god sake will you stop and think about it!" I snapped.
"The P.C. told me you came in awhile ago with this story. You thought you were the kidnapped girl."
"I know she is black and that wasn't me. I'm not bloody stupid!" I shrieked.
"No, but you thought you were her, and I can smell booze on your breath. How many have you had?"
"Look I told you I came here with the shopkeeper," I growled.
"Ah yes, this would be the shopkeeper who you don't like, the one who is suggestive and hitting on you. The same shopkeeper you invited to the pub?"
"I told you I used him to get into town. You listen to me I've been abducted," I hissed.
"No you listen to me. Your husband had a picture enlarged of the pair of you on your wedding day. Now how the hell did he manage that without actually marrying you in the first place?"
She was stood over me by now, and I could see she was close to losing her temper with me. She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"Look I've been married 14 years; hell my husband has put on weight. OK I still love him, but sometimes when he's cutting his toenails or stinking out the loo I don't fancy him."
"So that's it is it?" I whimpered.
"Mrs Trent, I'm sorry you have amnesia, but try and ride it out. I'm sure you'll get your memory back at some stage. Until then let me get on with something more important. I can't investigate every woman that doesn't fancy her husband anymore."
I went back to the pub trying to keep my thoughts in check. I didn't want Thomas to see my worried look.
"Oh come back have you?" he slurred.
I looked at the empty beer bottles that surrounded the table. His hand shot up the back of my skirt and he pinched my ass real hard. For the second time I found myself pouring drink over his face.
My left buttock was still smarting as I hurried down the street. My mind was everywhere and nowhere. I didn't know what to make of myself or anything else.
I managed to find a bus that was going back to the village. I just sat daydreaming as it went through the town. I watched all the faces going by. Couples and singles all with things to do, and I bet they could remember what they had done 2 months ago!
The bus seemed to be getting packed and some of the passengers were standing. This old lady stood looking down at me. I stood up to let her sit down. I hung onto the rail as the bus twisted through the town. Somehow I got sandwiched between a few young men. As the bus bumped and lurched around I swayed against them. I could feel myself getting hot, just because I was so close to these men, but why?
They seemed to close in on me. As I backed away from the guy in front, I bumped into the man behind. I could feel constant pressure on my backside. It was so slight at first but now it became a little firmer. The man in front of me was grinning down at me. I gulped and turned my red face away from him. He seemed to move closer until his chest was against mine. The bus jerked and I couldn't stop myself swaying. I felt a hand touch mine up on the rail. I moved my hand back away from it and felt another hand.
Soon my hand was trapped, being touched by both the two men's hands up on the rail. I felt my face getting hotter, and I prayed they would be getting off at the next stop.
"Look down," the man in front of me whispered.
I gulped and looked down and saw his hand slowly easing up the hem of my skirt.
"Don't say a word bitch. You don't want to upset everyone on the bus do you?" the man behind me whispered.
I could feel the back of my skirt being raised just as slowly. I gasped and felt my heart thumping to get out of my chest. I just stood there feeling my hand that was up on the rail, being stroked slightly by a thumb or finger. I just kept my head to one side not wanting to see their faces. This old man was watching from his seat, I guess he was well into his sixties. I saw him lick his lips. I just stood there watching his hand move to my leg. His old hand trembled as it made contact with my stocking. I gulped as his hand slid up, and he squeezed the bare flesh above my stocking. He smiled at me, and I shuddered at the lack of teeth in his head.
Another hand moved over my bare thigh. I could feel how hot and sweaty it was. The cold air circulated around my stocking tops, I knew my hem was up to my waist.
"Please don't," I started.
"Shut up bitch, we are getting off at the next stop; anyway your little knickers are soaked."
I felt the knuckle of the man in front, grazing my pussy through my sodden panties. I shook and I trembled as the man behind pulled the back of my panties down! I felt a finger stroke deep in between the cheeks of my ass. God it wasn't a finger it was too thick!
My panties slipped down at the front. I gasped and winced as the hand had taken a few pussy hairs with it.
