by Ray Gordon
"Yes, OK," he murmured, obviously deep in thought. It was time to give him something else to think about, something to sweat about.
"By the way, Gary offered to do little jobs around the house while you're away. I thought that very nice of him."
"Little jobs?"
"Yes, you know, dripping taps, mending a fuse, or whatever."
"Call someone in, Helen. I don't want Gary round here."
"You are funny, Tony!" I laughed. "Gary's being so kind, considerate, and you..."
"Gary's a red-blooded male, Helen. He lives alone, he hasn't got a woman..."
"Now you're being silly! I'm going to have a bath."
Gary might mention my pierced nipples, I thought as I ran a bath. But there was no way he'd tell Tony that he'd seen my tits! As I submerged my abused body in the soapy water, I looked at the gold rings. They were removable, but I wasn't sure how easy it would be to insert them again. Just to be on the safe side, I slipped them out of my sensitive teats. The small holes were visible, but only on close examination - Tony would never notice. I managed to put them back and then remove them again, it was far easier than I'd imagined. Suzie would wear them, not Helen.
After my bath, I slipped my dressing gown on and returned to the lounge. Tony was sitting in the armchair, pensive, worried. He was taking the morning flight, he had little time to convince me not to have anything to do with Gary.
"Helen," he murmured as I sat opposite him. "Helen, what did you do before we met?" He'd obviously spoken to Gary again!
"What do you mean?"
"What work did you do?"
"I was at art college, you know that," I replied.
"Part time jobs, you must have done something to earn some cash."
"I sold the odd painting to bring some money in, nothing else. Why do you ask?"
"I just wondered. You've never told me about your previous relationships."
"I didn't have any, Tony. You were the first, the one and only - you still are. What's brought this up?"
"Nothing. By the way, Gary's sending David round tomorrow to start on the garden."
"Ah, that reminds me," I smiled, having just thought of an idea. "You know I said that a girl went into Gary's house?"
"Yes, what about it?"
"Well, I'm not sure whether Lydia knows or not... I saw David go into Gary's house, with the same girl."
"David?"
"Yes. I don't know what's going on, perhaps they're having orgies!" I laughed.
"What makes you say that?"
"I was only joking, Tony! I wonder who the girl is? I suppose it's none of my business. So, David's starting tomorrow, that's good. You're right, we do need a gardener. I'll be nice having David around, and Gary."
"Helen..."
"Oh, I'm tired!" I yawned. "I'm going up to bed, coming?"
"Er... in a while."
"OK, see you later."
Beneath the quilt, I pondered on the day's events. Things were going my way; Tony wouldn't trust David now, or Gary. I was innocent, getting on with my work, happy to have David as our gardener, Gary as a friend and neighbour. And Tony? He was riddled with guilt, frantically worried. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. What's good for the cock is good for the cunt!
Chapter Twelve
The reality of Tony's wicked adultery didn't hit me until he'd left for the airport the following morning. I couldn't get the image of my buttocks jutting through the hole in the box out of my mind, his solid cock driving deep into my defenceless bottom-hole. We were as guilty as each other in our adulterous ways, but I had an excuse - hadn't I?
Looking on the funny side, Tony didn't know that he'd screwed his wife's bum. The thought that his adultery wasn't adultery at all made me feel good, wicked. In a way, it was a shame that he was off to Tokyo. I could have had some more fun with him, play my mind games, my dangerous games, and find excitement - wicked fulfilment.
Before he'd left, Tony had phoned David to tell him not to bother with the garden, but there'd been no reply. He'd also phoned Gary, leaving him a contact number. Why would Gary want to ring Tony? I'd wondered. To tell him about my adulterous cunt? Hardly!
Poor Tony was obviously kicking himself for arranging for David to do the garden. Tony would have no control when he was thousands of miles away, I'd be free, free to play my games. What really excited me was that, in Tony's eyes, I was innocent, the devoted, loving wife.
After breakfast, I donned my nipple rings and slipped into my smock. I was ready for work, ready to complete the painting of the girl, crude in her double fucking. I'd only just taken my pallet from the table and grabbed a brush when the phone rang. I knew it would be Tony ringing from the airport, and I wasn't going to answer - I'd leave him to sweat. But the ringing persisted, annoying me, distracting me, and I finally grabbed the receiver.
"I'm at the airport," Tony announced. What could I say? Did he want praise for successfully completing the first stage of his journey? "Helen, are you there?" he whined.
"Yes, I'm here. David's in the garden," I lied, my lips furling into an evil grin.
"Already?"
"Yes, he's stripped down to his cut-off jeans and he's got stuck in. I've just put my bikini on, I'm going to have a coffee with him on the patio."
"Your bikini?" I detected jealousy in his voice. "Why aren't you working?"
"I thought I'd start a little later. The sun's really hot; it would be a shame to spend all my time in the studio."
"I wouldn't disturb David, if I were you. We're paying him to work, not to drink coffee and sunbathe."
"It's only ten minutes, Tony! Besides, he's been so good to me."
"Good to you?" Now I detected anger. "How do you mean?"
"He helped me to tidy my studio; it was becoming such a mess. It'll be great having David around while you're working abroad; it was a good idea of yours."
"He's supposed to be the gardener, not your personal bloody manservant!"
"Don't be silly, Tony. Look, I'd better go, Gary's coming round in a minute."
"What for?"
"To join us for coffee in the garden. God, my bikini's tight, far too small. I'm almost bursting out of it!" I giggled.
"Helen, I don't want you to... Damn, they're calling my bloody flight. Er... look, I'll ring you when I arrive in Tokyo."
"Yes, you do that."
I replaced the receiver before he could tell me of his undying love for me. Undying love? He was an adulterous bastard! But I was winning, I had the upper hand. Gary would say that he hadn't joined me for coffee and Tony would think he was lying. The plot thickens! I mused as the front doorbell rang. Would I ever be free of interruptions?
"Oh, Lydia," I smiled, opening the door. "I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"
"I've been round several times but you're always out," she replied, her full red lips smiling, her fresh face framed by her long blonde hair, her breasts swelling her tight blouse. I wanted to suck her nipples.
"Come in and we'll have a coffee. Why isn't David with you? He's supposed to be starting on my garden today."
"He'll be round later. About the money..." she began, stepping into the hall.
"Ah yes, the money. I'll get it for you in a minute. How is David?"
"He's fine," she replied, following me into the kitchen. Was her vagina brimming with sperm? "He's accepted that I was... that I am..."
"Bisexual?"
"Well, yes. Do you need..."
"No, not at the moment. Why?"
"We made love this morning, I thought you might want to..."
"I'm fixed up, but thanks, anyway," I smiled, filling the kettle.
I knew she'd been hoping that I was desperate for sperm as she sat at the table and fiddled with her long golden locks. This was my chance to turn the tables, have her begging for lesbian sex. She was probably desperate for money too, but I'd not pay her a penny more than the one hundred pounds I owed her. If she wanted sex, she'd have to pay me.
"Working, mainly," I replied, joining her at the table. "And you?"
"Nothing much."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"You don't sound very convincing."
"I... I think I've fallen in love with you, Helen."
"Oh," I sighed, somewhat astonished.
"I can't stop thinking about you, the things we did."
Fiddling with my teaspoon, I wondered what to say, how to react. In love with me? Good God, that was the last thing I'd expected! I'd been used by Gary and David, used and abused for cold perverted sex - now it was my turn to use someone. Wicked though it was, I decided to play along with her, tell her that I felt the same way about her - and use her for perverted lesbian sex.
"Take your clothes off," I smiled.
"But I..."
"Don't you want me to love you?"
"Love, yes, but not just sex, Helen."
She'd changed her tune! "Love and sex go hand in hand, as you'll discover. Come on, it's a very hot day. Stand in front of me and take your clothes off."
She stood up, her slender fingers unbuttoning her blouse as she moved around the table. After my first lesbian encounter, I'd been confused, torn between male and female, but now I knew that I could derive immense sexual pleasure from both men and women. I felt power, power over the girl as she slipped her blouse over her shoulders and unclipped her tight bra. She was weak in love, I was strong in lust.
"You have nice breasts, Lydia," I praised her as she peeled the bra cups away from her mammary globes, her elongated milk teats. "Only a woman knows how to sexually pleasure another woman."
"How to love another woman," she whispered, correcting me.
"Yes, how to love another woman. Here, let me help you," I smiled, tugging her short skirt down and revealing her tight, bulging panties - damp with her heady sex juices.
She stepped out of her skirt, kicking her shoes off as I gently pulled her panties down her shapely thighs, exposing her full, pouting sex lips, her sweet vaginal crack. Gasping as I ran my fingertip up and down her moistening sex valley, I knew she was putty in my hands. I'd abuse her in the name of lust, pretend that I was showing my love for her - and sexually abuse her. Cane her? Yes, when she was ready, I'd tie her down and whip her taut buttocks until her cunt juices flowed and she begged for the release of orgasm. Lucifer did possess my soul!
"Go to the bathroom," I smiled, kissing her smooth stomach as I looked up into her sea-blue eyes. "There's a razor and shaving foam on the shelf."
"No, I don't want you to..."
"Lydia, you do want my love, don't you?"
"Yes, but... David will..."
"Don't worry about David. Tell him that you shaved for his sake, for his pleasure. Go on, off you go. And bring a damp flannel with you."
"Helen, I..."
"Just do it, Lydia!"
I sensed my vagina tighten as she left the room, my clitoris swell. I'd really show her what sex was about after I'd shaved her cunt. I'd use my candle, candle-fuck her tight vagina. Her bottom-hole? Yes, when she was ripe, I'd finger her bottom-hole, candle-fuck her tight arsehole. Where was the old Helen? Slipping out of my smock as she returned, I jutted my firm breasts out, proudly displaying my gold nipple rings.
"Oh!" she gasped, focusing on my firm breasts, the gold rings piercing my swollen milk teats. "When did you have that done?"
"Not long ago, do you like them?"
"Yes, you look great!"
"OK, lie on the table, and I'll shave you."
Sitting on a chair as Lydia clambered onto the table, her thighs wide, her buttocks over the edge of the table, I gazed longingly at her open cunt crack, her protruding inner sex folds. She was smooth, firm, curvaceous - sexy in her femininity. Pulling the chair nearer, positioning myself between her long legs, I shook the can and smothered her blonde pubes with foam.
"Oh, it's cold!" she shrieked as I gently massaged the lather into her swelling outer lips. Grinning, I dragged the razor over her mound, shaving her young growth, revealing smooth white skin. Her eyes closed, she let out little gasps of pleasure as I pulled her cunny lips up and apart, removing every last golden curl from her sweet sex.
"There!" I finally cried triumphantly, wiping the foam away with the damp flannel. "You look beautiful, Lydia - beautiful!"
"Oh!" she gasped, propping herself up on her elbows, her wide eyes gazing at her hairless vaginal lips, her pink sex crack. "I don't know what David will say!"
"He'll love it, believe me."
"Helen, he'll be here soon, I don't want him to..."
"Relax," I smiled, forcing her outer sex hillocks wide apart and massaging her erect clitoris. "We have plenty of time, just relax and allow me to love you."
Her firm stomach gently rising and falling as I slipped my finger deep into her hot wet vagina, her gasps of pleasure grew progressively louder. Her juices flowing, lubricating my pistoning finger, mingling with David's spunk, I slipped my finger out and pressed my mouth against her open hole.
Lapping up the heady drug, the creamy blend, my tongue delving into her juiced sex duct as I continued to massage her clitoris, she whimpered in her pleasure. Her body rigid, her back arched, she gripped the sides of the table as I engulfed her solid clitoris within my wet mouth and licked and sucked out her orgasm.
"Oh, oh!" she breathed, raising her buttocks, forcing her wet cunt into my mouth. "God, don't stop! I'm coming, I'm coming!" I licked and sucked on her pulsating clitoris, finger-fucked her tightening cunt, sustaining her climax until she finally fell limp, her breathing deep, her body quivering uncontrollably. Opening her hole wide with my fingers, lapping up her flowing juices, I swallowed, taking my drug, drinking her love potion. My own clitoris throbbing, demanding attention, I looked between her firm breasts at her pretty sex-flushed face and grinned. Now it was my turn to have my cunt licked, my clitoris sucked to orgasm.
Climbing onto the table, placing my knees either side of her head, I lowered my open vulva, pressing my drenched sex flesh against her thirsty mouth. Her tongue darting, penetrating my vagina, I rocked my hips, my clitoris sweeping over her cunny-wet face, bringing me wonderful sensations of lesbian sex.
I gasped as her finger delved between my taut buttocks and drove deep into my rectal duct. The sensations were incredible, my naked body alive with lust, my vagina decanting my juices of arousal, flooding her pretty face, filling her open mouth. Manoeuvring my hips, I aligned my clitoris with her mouth, her sweeping tongue taking me ever-closer to my sexual heaven. If only Tony could have seen me! Would my lesbian adultery hurt him, or stiffen his penis?
"Ah, yes!" I finally gasped as my orgasm exploded, sending electrifying tingles of pleasure through my naked body. "Yes, yes! Ah, don't stop! Lick it, lick it!" Pulling my cunny lips apart, I gazed down at her mouth, her succulent lips locked to the open centre of my femininity. Harder, I ground my cunt into her face, sustaining my climax as she fingered my bum hole, taking me to fantastic heights of female lust.
"Enough!" I finally cried, my trembling body crumpling, my cunt burning with lesbian passion. "God, that was... that was incredible!"
"Mmm, you taste good!" she giggled, licking the opaque sex-fluid from her glistening lips as I clambered off the table and stood beside her, delirious in the wake of my climax.
Finally coming to my senses as the ripples of sex left my trembling body, I eyed her shaved girl lips, her protruding inner sex petals. She had a beautiful body, a body ripe for defilement, for sexual abuse. A thrashing, I decided, tweaking her elongated brown nipples, painfully pulling her breasts into cones of stretched flesh. A good thrashing, tie her over the table and cane her naked buttocks.
She didn't resist as I pulled her off the table and turned her round, positioning her with her feet wide apart. She was probably thinking that I was going to love her, attend her bottom-hole, pleasure her there. Pushing her down o
ver the table, her buttocks projecting in readiness for the thrashing of her life, I grinned. "Wait there, I'm just going to get something," I whispered, running my finger up her anal crease.
Grabbing my candle from beneath the bed, I took three of Tony's leather belts from the wardrobe and returned to the kitchen. Lydia didn't move as I pulled her arms out straight and secured her wrists, running the belt around the table leg. Moving to her feet, buckling the belts around her ankles, I parted her legs wider and tied the ends of the belts to the table legs.
"What are you going to do?" she asked dreamily as I teased and tickled the sensitive brown tissue surrounding her anal entrance.
"I'm going to love you," I replied, taking a wooden spoon from the drawer. I'm going to sexually abuse your beautiful body! "Have you ever been thrashed?"
"Thrashed?" she echoed, lifting her head and turning to face me. "Helen! No!"
"What's the matter? Lesbians love thrashing each other's bottoms, Lydia."
"No, please!"
"It's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. All I'm going to do is redden your buttocks before I bring you off again."
"Please, promise you won't do it too hard!"
Promises are made to be broken! "Yes, I promise, Lydia." Never believe the words of the Devil's daughter!
Gently slapping her youthful buttocks with the back of the wooden spoon, reddening her milk-white flesh, I sensed wickedness grip me. She whimpered as I slapped her harder, her body jolting, her cunt lips visibly swelling beneath her exposed bottom-hole. After a few minutes, she was beginning to enjoy the sensations, her body quivering, her gasps of pleasure filling the room. It was time for the candle, I decided, placing the spoon on the table and taking the waxen phallus from the worktop.
"What's that?" she breathed as I pushed the candle between her dripping vaginal lips. I detected an element of fear in her voice. Excitement lifted me. "Helen, what is it?"
"My trusty candle, my dildo," I replied. "Just relax and allow me to push it into your beautiful cunt."
The candle slipped deep into her pussy hole with ease, stretching her pink girl folds, opening her lust duct to capacity. "Ah, that's nice!" she whimpered as I withdrew the candle and thrust into her again. "Oh, oh, that's good! Keep doing that!"
