Sexy Just Walked Into Town

by Lucy Felthouse

  “Six months.”

  “And why come to me now?”

  Jade could barely hear her own answers such was the hammering of the blood in her ears as she faced her lover’s wife. Mustering all her concentration on keeping her voice level, she replied, “One of Neil’s colleagues found out. He threatened to tell you. I didn’t want you to find out like that.”

  Karen propped herself against the examination bed, holding her arms protectively across her chest. “You thought this less cruel?”

  Jade nodded shyly, “It seemed like the responsible thing to do.”

  “Responsible?” Karen spoke the word with incredulity. She cocked her head to one side, an expression of disbelief on her face, rather than the angry or distraught one Jade had been mentally preparing herself for. “What does Neil think about this? He does know you’re here?”

  “Well, actually he thought it was a mad idea, but yes, he knows I’m here.”

  “Let me guess, he told you he didn’t want you to come?” Karen sat further back on the torn couch and crossed her long legs, showing Jade how shapely they were beneath her black work trousers, making her wonder why on earth Neil had sought out her much shorter, more rounded frame. His wife certainly didn’t appear to be the type of woman who’d be lacking in the sex department.

  Jade bent her head from the increasingly uncomfortable stare of her opponent. Karen’s sharp eyes didn’t even seem to blink. This wasn’t how Jade had imagined this confrontation at all. She’d prepared herself for anger, tears, accusations and perhaps even physical violence, but not mild disdain, and certainly not derisory amusement. As the quiet piercing gaze continued, Jade felt a steeling unease creep up her spine, “I should go; I thought you should know from one of us, not from some third party. That’s all.”

  Karen snorted. “Third party! Isn’t that what you are honey?” Her words cut like ice, her lips barely moving as she spat them out. “Wouldn’t you say that this colleague was, in fact, the fourth party?”

  “I suppose,” mumbling her words, Jade hoisted her handbag up onto her shoulder. She’d been gripping it so tightly that the leather strap had begun to dig into her palm.

  “Tell me,” Karen re-crossed her arms, crushing her tits under her creamy satin blouse, so that her cleavage was pushed up even higher, “what makes you so sure that this colleague actually exists?”

  “What?” Jade frowned.

  “Couldn’t Neil be bored with you, like he got bored with all the others before you?”

  A cold wave of panic swept through Jade as Karen jumped from the bed, standing so near that Jade could feel her warm breath against her face. Trying to avoid the wife’s glare, but also determined not to look at her undeniably gorgeous chest, Neil’s mistress kept her eyes fixed on her feet, and attempted to step away from the receptionist. However, Jade was hemmed in and had no choice but to hold her ground. Confusion swamped her.

  “You did know he’d done this before?” Karen tilted her head to one side, appraising her visitor. “No, I can see he has told you nothing of the other gullible children who have come to find me like this.”

  “What... I...” The words gullible and children stuck in Jade’s ears, echoing over and over again.

  Jade stepped sideways in an attempt to put some distance between herself and her lover’s wife, but Karen’s arm shot out, her hand catching Jade expertly around the wrist. Its cool tight grip pinched. “We are not done here yet honey.” She gestured to the couch with her head, her sleek hair swaying with the abrupt movement. “Sit.”

  Her feet stayed where they were, the small hairs at the back of Jade’s neck prickled as her mind raced.

  “I told you to sit.” Karen propelled the smaller woman by the elbow to the bed. “I advise you to do as you are told, after all, I think you’d agree that you and Neil owe me one — or probably more than one if I know Neil, which my dear girl, I do. Very well indeed.” Karen closed the door of the room, pushing a few boxes in front of it, ensuring they would not be disturbed.

  Jade’s heart rate went off the scale as an unfamiliar combination of fear, panic, and intense curiosity filled her. She knew she should run, scream, call for help, but something about this woman made her stay precisely where she was. A vision of Neil flashed through her head. Had he set her up to come here with tales of a fictitious colleague? Was he just trying to get rid of her, or, perhaps his wife had orchestrated this, perhaps it was her...

  The hand around her bare arm relaxed its grip a little, but Karen didn’t let go, instead she began to trail her neatly trimmed black painted fingernails up and down a square inch of Jade’s skin, sending electric waves of unexpected desire through Jade’s body. “So, let me look at you properly, let me see exactly what my husband sees in a little girl like you.”

  Jade trembled beneath the woman’s oppressive gaze. She felt as though she was being appraised before being sent to market. The slim fit jeans and respectable short-sleeved lilac shirt she had believed suitably dowdy for the occasion felt, not only slutty, but see-through. She longed to flick a stray red hair from her eyes, but any movement she made Jade felt would be wrong, forbidden even. Or worse, misinterpreted as encouragement.

  The green eyes after which she had been named, felt dim next to the cat-like sheen of Karen’s stare, which, starting at Jade’s small booted feet, travelled up the length of her 5ft 2” pale frame, making Jade embarrassingly conscious of the hardening of her nipples. This was ridiculous. Although the thought wasn’t unappealing, she certainly didn’t really want to have her first experience of sleeping with a woman with an intimidating wronged wife, especially when she was the one who’d wronged her. Why the hell is my body responding in this way? What is the matter with me? “Let me go!”

  “I don’t think so, honey,” Karen’s tongue dripped scorn, “you owe me one fuck at least.” Karen ran a sensual digit across Jade’s chest, “and by the way your tits are reacting to me my dear, I’d say you quite like the idea.”

  Jade froze as Karen’s palms pressed against her breasts, forcing her to shuffle backwards, so she was flat against the wall. Her feet felt glued to the floor as her treacherous teats pushed hungrily back at the uninvited pressure.

  Karen came closer, dropping her hands to Jade’s waist, her own rounded chest brushing her opponent’s. She whispered into Jade’s ear, “Neil tells me everything you know. Everything...”

  Flinching, as the other woman’s mouth came to her neck, Jade let out a muffled cry as her skin was nipped and lapped with long languid strokes. Unable to move, and with no choice but to endure the attention, Jade screwed up her eyes and tried to focus on Neil. He hadn’t really told his wife about her... had he? Had there really been others? Surely Karen was just trying to freak her out, trying to extract her revenge in the strangest way possible.

  When the red lipstick-covered lips met hers, Jade was totally unprepared for the current of electricity that shot from her mouth to between her legs, and was unable to hide the quiet groan that revealed her body wanted this, even if her brain screamed that she didn’t.

  Laughing, Karen said, “I knew it, you’re like a bitch on heat.” She pulled the shirt from Jade’s trousers and thrust her hands beneath, scratching sharp nails across Jade’s flat stomach. “I bet if I touched your pussy it would drip between my fingers.”

  Squirming, Jade tried to pull away, but was again prevented by Karen, the wall behind her, and the boxes that littered the floor. “I don’t want this, you’re crazy!”

  Karen’s hand moved so fast, that Jade didn’t have time to prepare for the arrival of the slap that stung her cheek. “Crazy? I don’t think so. Just curious girlie, curious about who is currently getting my husband’s boxers around his ankles on a Tuesday afternoon.”

  Jade’s throat instantly dried shut, as she croaked out a bewildered. “Tuesdays? How did you know that we met on Tuesdays?”

  Karen laughed again, this time with less cruelty and more pity, which seemed somehow worse to Jade,
as the woman stroked her lithe body. “I told you little girl, Neil tells me everything.” She worked her hands up under her rival’s bra, pinching her nipples until tears sprung up in Jade’s eyes. “Haven’t you worked it out yet?”

  “I...” Jade couldn’t think what else to say. Her arms hung limply at her sides as a hot tight pain coursed through her chest, and her brain tangled with conflicting messages, telling her to both run and hide, and stay and enjoy these strange new sensations as the warm body caressed her own.

  “Let me tell you a few facts.” Karen’s eyes blazed as she spoke, her fingers continuing to work Jade’s nipples. “One; Neil and I have an arrangement regarding third parties to our marriage. Two; Neil only goes for women he thinks I will find attractive — until now that is. You really are something completely different from his usual type, hence my curiosity. Three; he has been on a search, a quest if you like. A search I sent him on. I can’t believe he found you though.” She sneered in derision. “Still, I suppose he might be right. I find you something of a puzzle, little girl. You’re fighting what I’m doing, yet you aren’t trying to push me away. You are deliciously aroused, in spite of your natural personal feelings of wariness towards me.” Karen squeezed Jade’s tips even harder, making her sob gasps of air and pain, unable to believe what she was hearing, unable to comprehend that her body was responding so much to the other woman, as her sticky liquid glued her satin knickers to her crotch. Karen continued. “Usually Neil’s conquests either break away from me and run away, never to be seen by either Neil or I again, or they willingly enjoy a quick tumble and leave. You my dear are different.”

  Ripping the zip-fly of Jade’s jeans open, Karen thrust an arm into the gap and grabbed Jade’s pussy through her panties, making her squeal in a heady mix of protest and dark pleasure. “I knew it!” The wife’s voice was triumphant. “They’re wet! You are one hot handful.”

  Jade said nothing, biting back tears of humiliation. Two conflicting voices shouted at the back of her head. One asking her why she hadn’t run away, the other telling her to relax and savour the new experience.

  “Now come with me.” Dragging Jade by the crotch to the battered medical couch, Karen pulled down her jeans, saying, “Sit.”

  Jade found herself sitting, her body working as if on auto-pilot. She re-closed her eyes, feeling heavy, weak, confused, and helpless to do anything but obey, as her companion began to massage her cunt through the fabric of her damp knickers. Karen, commanding but calm, used her free hand to open the buttons of Jade’s shirt, revealing the small neat globes with her bra hanging uselessly above them. “That’s a good girl. Now, you stay precisely where you are.”

  The stale air of the medical junk room blew cool, feeling unbelievably arousing against Jade’s skin as Karen slid her pants down. Working skilled fingers over the sticky nub, Karen released a deep breath, a smirk of triumphant command across her face, as she dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a mobile phone.

  “I have her here.” Clutching her husband’s lover’s snatch even harder, the expression on Karen’s face dared her victim to speak as she chatted in relaxed tones to the anonymous recipient. “She is much younger and smaller than your usual type, darling.”

  Her face blanched. Jade realised that everything Karen had said was true. Neil had been in this from the start. He had known exactly what would happen when she came here today. She was about to speak when Karen eased a long index finger into Jade’s soaked opening, changing her forthcoming words of protest into an unbidden sigh of lust.

  “But you were right babe, she is one horny bitch.” Karen chuckled at Neil’s unheard reply. “She’s done nothing but complain since she got here, but boy is she hot. You should see her right now, her clothes are in disarray, and she’s skewered on my finger, moaning like a common whore.”

  Karen beamed into the receiver, and Jade could only guess what her lover was saying to his wife; flushing in shame as she accepted the truth of the situation.

  Yet, the idea of Neil being high on the knowledge of her current situation was strangely erotic, as was the power of the woman whose finger was now sliding in and out of her with painfully slow regularity. Beneath the dark of her eyelids Jade could picture Neil, his trousers around his ankles, his boxers down, a firm hand around his hard shaft, yanking himself off as his wife described exactly what she was doing to his lover.

  It was a thought too far. The images in Jade’s head, the tightness of her breasts, and the finger that was probing up inside her, were all pushing her body further towards the edge. Shutting her eyes tighter, so as not to witness even a glimpse of the inevitable expression of victory on her companion’s face, Jade allowed her body to receive the climax it so desperately needed.

  “Oh sweetheart!” Karen’s gloat down the phone only went to make Jade feel smaller than ever. “I hardly touched her, and she’s fucked off against my hand.”

  There was a pause as Neil obviously spoke to his wife at length. Jade, her eyes still fused, hardly dared breathe, her ears straining to hear what he was saying. After a few moments of fruitless listening, she heard Karen say, “Okay darling, will do,” before she ended the call.

  “Well then,” Karen drew her hand free, making Jade whimper at its loss, and her companion laugh, “you have just managed to make your master come. I hope you’re proud.” Jade said nothing. She had never thought of Neil in terms of being her master before. It was another disconcerting thought to add to all the others that were swimming around her head. “You are obviously a powerful force in my husband’s imagination.”

  Suddenly Jade realised that she wasn’t being touched or restrained any more, and gradually she opened her eyes. Karen was stood before the couch gazing directly at her. Her blouse was open, and one hand was twisting her right nipple, while the other was down her trousers. From the look on her face, she was fast bringing herself off. Jade couldn’t help but wordlessly watch. She had never witnessed a woman wanking before, and felt her enflamed and confused body begin to respond as she observed the scene in fascination.

  A sharp cry, and Karen, her gaze locked onto Jade’s, indicated the start of a juddering climax which left her shaking for only the briefest of moments. Then, in a brisk business-like way, she did up her clothes, brushed herself off, and, with cold indifference, as if nothing had happened, said, “For God’s sake woman, have some pride will you, get dressed, I’ve got work to do.”

  Shakily, Jade got to her feet, readjusted her clothing and picked up her bag. She wanted to run as far away from this strange woman as possible, but at the same time desperately needed to know what Neil had said to his wife on the phone. She had only taken two steps towards the door before she decided that as her pride and dignity had already been torn to shreds, she might as well ask. What have I got to lose now anyway? “What did he say on the phone?”

  Karen smiled insincerely. “Ask him yourself little girl, he’s coming to see you tonight.” Then Mrs Marks pushed roughly past her husband’s mistress before, without so much as a backward glance, adding: “and I’m coming too...”

  Underwear

  By Kay Jaybee

  Straightening the black thigh-length skirt and matching jacket over her pristine white blouse, Leah checked her reflection one last time.

  Finally satisfied with her look, Leah gathered her long chestnut hair into a neat ponytail, slipped her court shoes onto her stocking-clad feet, grabbed the holdall that held a stack of catalogues advertising the cosmetics and underwear she sold, and the items of lingerie her clients had ordered the week before, and headed out to work.

  Smiling privately to herself, Leah knew the new underwear she wore beneath her suit was flattering her curvaceous figure, and she felt sexy and confident as she drove towards her target area, her mind lingering on one client more than the others.

  Two hours, three sales and several positive enquiries later, Leah felt her pulse rate rise as she knocked on the door of his small terraced house. The door was opened
almost the second she rang the bell.

  “Good morning Mr Richards, I have the underwear you ordered.”

  “You’d better come in.” Leah walked into the narrow hallway and on into the living room, where she had spent a pleasantly flirtatious half an hour the week before.

  He followed her, his alert blue eyes appraising her round figure; his tall frame towering over her as she sat on the edge of the sofa, the holdall on her knee already unclipped as she searched through its contents for his order.

  “Here you go Mr Richards,” Leah placed the see-through plastic bag on the coffee table. “One set of 36C/14 bra and knickers, crimson lace, with matching suspender belt and black stockings as per your request.”

  “Sam.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke.

  “Sam?”

  “My name is Sam.” He perched next to her. “Mr Richards sounds a bit formal, don’t you think?”

  Inclining her head a fraction, but keeping her eyes lowered over her products, she replied, “I’m Leah.” She could feel his eyes boring into her, and the tension in the room was pleasantly palpable as she fished her account book from her bag. “How would you like to pay?”

  “Cash.” He produced a battered wallet from his back pocket. “But first I’d like to make sure they fit.”

  All week Leah had indulged in the ridiculously unrealistic fantasy that this man was single, and that the underwear was for his sister or a friend. Feeling let down by her own flights of fancy, she said as lightly as she could, “Oh, is your girlfriend here then?”

  “No she isn’t, but you’re about her size.”

  Lean laughed. “That’s a bit cliché isn’t it!”

  “Maybe, but I’d still like to see you in them.” He sounded serious, and as Leah risked a look at him, she could see he meant it.

  “You have a girlfriend.” Leah spoke with a finality she knew she didn’t feel.

  “Yes I do.” He reached a hand out and picked up the lingerie set. “But I still want to see you in this first.”