A.N. Thank you to those who posted kind words on the first chapter of this story and even to those who didn't.
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SHANNON:
It had been over three hours since I had returned home after being caught coming out a stranger's apartment by my brother in-law. Honestly, I had been caught doing a lot more than just leaving. Thanks to a few tears and a plausible explanation of it being a one time thing, my brother in-law had sent me home with the promise of his silence.
He had also sent me with a violent warning and instructions to go home and be a good wife. I knew he was terribly angry at catching his brothers wife screwing around.
I could still feel his anger.
I had gone along and done what he told me to do. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up everything needed to cook Jonathan's favorite meal, chicken parmesan. I alternated between cooking and pacing around the kitchen floor. I was worried sick that Drake would change his mind and decide to tell his brother about what I had done. I couldn't stop replaying the whole scenario in my head. I couldn't stop picturing my brother in-law's angry eyes boring into my own.
I had never known Drake to be so scary or threatening. The forceful way he held me and the harsh way he spoke were seared into my brain. I gently ran my fingers through my hair. I could feel the sore spots from where he had pulled so hard it had made me cry. It wasn't like him at all. Drake had always been a mild type of man. Even when he was angry, he always kept his cool for the most part.
I had known him since before my husband and I were married. We were even good acquaintances, having a shared mutual circle of friends. We had always gotten along. I even had a small crush on him way back when. When his brother and I married we drifted apart, but that was just the way of life.
He had recently lived here in our house for six months after an ugly break up with his long time girlfriend. He wanted to save up a little money and my husband didn't hesitate to let his favorite brother move in for a few months, even if it meant he came with his cat. Jonathan was allergic to cats. For his brother though, a prescription for allergy medicine was no big deal. I didn't mind Drake and Kitty coming to stay either. I had always enjoyed his company. He was kind, good natured, and funny, and he most definitely had attractive qualities that made him very easy to look at.
What woman would be stupid enough to complain about living with a sexy man who could make her laugh?
When he left his girlfriend he went through what I assumed to be a bit of a dry spell with women. Every now and again I would catch him looking at me. I must say I didn't mind at all. It was nice to have at least one man in the house who looked at me with desire.
I may have liked it a little too much to be honest.
I would shamelessly prance around the house in skimpy little outfits. Tiny jean shorts that let my ass cheeks show, low cut tanks that let my cleavage spill out, or just simply wandering around in an oversized t-shirt with nothing but lacy panties underneath, allowing my shapely legs to be put on display. I would find any reason at all to bend over in front of him, and try to catch him looking. It was all harmless really. Drake never tried anything and I had never mentioned him staring. All I wanted was to be reminded that I could make a man's head turn in my direction on a whim.
I looked at the large clock that hung in our kitchen. Jonathan was due home in about in hour. I quickly chopped and threw together a salad and put the rest of dinner in the oven to keep warm. I needed to freshen up I didn't want to continue to smell like sweat, sex and shame, not that Jon would notice any of that anyway.
After grabbing a long night shirt and a big fluffy towel, I made my way to the master bathroom. Before I climbed into the shower, I stopped in front of the huge lighted full length mirror. I watched myself as I undressed. Pulling my pants down over my shapely rear, I turned to look at it. All my years working out had kept it nice and bouncy. I smiled as I ran my hand over it thinking about how pleased that Mason fellow looked when he had seen it in it's full glory. Then I thought about all the times I had caught Drake looking at it.
I could feel the wetness grow between my lower lips.
I turned to the front to look at my pussy. It truly was an obscene thing. Like everything else on my frame it stood out. It made sure any man who saw me naked was aware that I built for quenching whatever lustful desires they had. It was pink and indecently puffy. When I went to work I always made sure to wear a long tank to cover up my perpetual camel toe.
I slid a finger down my slit, feeling the wetness start to pool at my entrance. Looking at myself, I knew my body was made to be loved and used by men.
I wanted to be used and loved by men or at least, a man.
I had spent years fantasizing that my husband would wake up with an uncontrollable desire for me...it hadn't happened yet.
I slowly took my top off and slid myself out of my bra. I held my shoulders back and looked at my chest. They weren't as perky as the rest of me. Instead they fell in soft rounded globes of creamy flesh that swayed and jiggled at every little movement I made. I reached up to cup them, running my fingers over the pink nipples that stood to attention at the slightest sensation.
This wonderfully lewd body of mine was something I was secretly proud of.
I wasn't really turned on by any other female form, but I was slightly vain, and I was definitely turned on by myself. After giving my figure another once over, my eyes fell on the part of me that I wasn't completely thrilled with, my face.
It wasn't ugly, but it had always seemed, to me, to be disjointed from my body. My body was womanly, and sexy. My face on the other hand had always seemed childish. Chubby cheeks that were always rosy, and covered with faint freckles. There was my rounded chin with a dimple on the left side when I smiled. My small lips the that formed a perfectly pointed cupid's bow and came up slightly at the corners. My nose was a rounded at the tip. Even my eyes were wide and round with slightly hooded lids that made me look like I was always a little sleepy. It wasn't a face that men looked at and saw as stunning or sexy. It was just "kind of cute".
I had always found a way to use it to my advantage though. Growing up my teachers always gave me more attention and treated me with a bit more gentleness than the other children. If an assignment was late, "It was okay, just turn it in the next day." The parents of friends and boyfriends were always trusting. "Oh you're going out with Shannon, well have fun, don't worry about curfew." The women I trained never found me threatening, and always treated me like a sweet kid.
The truth was those assignments were late because I'd rather be playing outside or hanging out with friends. When my boyfriends and friends and I were hanging out past curfew, I was convincing older college guys to buy us liquor. We would go back and split the bill on some cheap motel room, and party our asses off until dawn. My clients thought I was just a sweet faced instructor, but they didn't know just how much I enjoyed their husbands attention or how I would flirt shamelessly behind their backs.
I was a bad girl. My sweet face was a lie.
Even my husband who I had been married to for over a decade, couldn't see past my appearance to realize that there was something wrong. Hell, Drake had even caught me in the act and decided to believe me that it was just a one time mistake on my part.
Or at least he had said he believed me.
The way he pulled my hair and gave me a warning had me wondering if he did completely fall for it or not.
I ran my fingers through my hair and felt for the sore spots. Moaning a bit when I felt them. It hurt, but at the same time looking in the mirror I could see that my body was enjoying relieving that heated moment.
My nipples had become big hard points and my breast were beginning to swell, becoming fuller with arousal. Small goosebumps covered my arms and shoulders and I knew I was radiating warmth from below. I was starting to feel even dirtier, I needed that shower quickly.
Pulling myself away from the mirror, I went to turn the water on to get warm. I started to ponder just how much I would like it with a really dominant partner.
I had always enjoyed a bit of roughness in bed. A little spanking, some biting, the dirty names, oh yes those were always a turn on. As I stepped in and let the hot water run over my curves, I reached for the floral scented body wash and started to lather myself up.
What would it be like to go a further?
I had always gotten hot when I read bdsm themed romance novels. Those books were fun and sexy, but the characters we all too unreal. There were no broody handsome billionaires waiting to ravage me, and I certainly was not a timid twenty something virgin who needing to be taught about the pleasures of my body. It was all just make believe, something naughty to help make me cum.
