Changes of Affection

Stephany didn’t like her boss’s instruction that she would have to start working on Saturday mornings, even though he told her she would have Wednesdays off. With her husband working on Wednesdays, she would be on her own and knew Tony would hate the idea of her having to work on Saturdays, even if it was only till midday. It had started a month ago and like other Wednesdays, she was having lunch in a local coffee shop

‘May I take this seat?’

Surprised by the man’s request, Stephany looked up at him.

Cup in hand he was smiling as he placed his hand on the back of the empty chair. ‘Do you mind if I join you?’

Without looking around to see if there were other empty seats, Stephany nodded, ‘No, take it.’ As she watched him pull the chair out and sit down she hoped he wasn’t going to be a nuisance.

‘Lovely day isn’t it.’

Stephany nodded, unable to take her eyes off him.

‘I’m here on business for a few weeks. Usually, I have to eat on my own, so it’s nice to have company for lunch.’

‘Oh!’ was all she could think of to reply.

For several seconds he looking directly into her eyes ‘My name is Stephen,’ he told her.

His deep voice had a foreign accent, Stephany thought it was European but not German or French. Without even thinking she told him her name and forgot the idea that he might be a nuisance.

‘Do you always have lunch on your own?’

‘Just Wednesdays, it’s the day I’m not working.’ As she told him she wondered why she added that she wasn’t working on Wednesdays.

‘it’s nice to have such attractive company for a little while during the day.’

At twenty-three and with her tall, slim figure, Stephany knew she was attractive, but to hear this stranger tell her so openly made her blush.

‘Would you like another coffee?’ His deep, smooth, almost whispered question interrupted the thoughts that were entering her mind.

Slightly worried by her thoughts, for a moment she hesitated. Then for the first time, she smiled at him. ‘Yes please.’ As she watched him leave the table Stephany realized how tall he was and how immaculately dressed he was in a dark blue suit.

While Stephen was getting their coffee, Stephanie tried to get her head around the thoughts and feelings she was unexpectedly having about him. She certainly found him attractive. But there was something else that was holding her interest in him. Something she tried not to consider. But the thoughts were already in her head.

With a smile, Stephany thanked him for the coffee and looked more closely at Stephen as he sat down. Probably just over six feet. In his mid-forties perhaps, she thought. Athletic or he took regular exercise. Nice features, slightly tanned. Such dark blue eyes.

‘How long have you been coming here on a Wednesday?’

His question broke her train of thought. ‘About a month,’ she replied, as she looked at him over the rim of her coffee cup. Adding his smile to her list of things she was liking even more about him. Then she remembered she was a married woman and should stop this. But his smile kept her attention upon him and diminished her concern.

‘What do you usually do on Wednesday?’

Her answer came easily. ‘Shopping, and browsing,’ she smiled. ‘You know what us girls are like. It’s not a man thing, is it?’ she asked without realizing what she was saying. Then hoping that like most men, he hated shopping. Her husband was definitely one of them, she couldn’t remember the last time they went shopping together.

‘I’d like to go shopping with you,’ he replied with a responding smile.

‘Oh!’ she laughed, ‘no you wouldn’t.’

‘Yes, I would. I’d like to buy you something very special for allowing me to enjoy lunch with you.’

Stephanie looked at Stephen not quite believing just what he has told her. What did he mean by something very special? Something inside her head wanted to say no, but other thoughts were telling her she wanted to know what he had in mind.

‘Tell me, Stephen, what would you want to buy an old married lady like me.’ Oh God, that was such a stupid thing to say, as she hid behind her mug of coffee.

He gave her a big smile and reached across the table for her hand. ‘Finish your coffee and you’ll find out.’

At the touch of his hand on hers, she almost choked on her coffee. It was like an electric jolt that made her gasp. Instantly, as his hand tightened around hers, Stephany knew he had noticed. When she looked down at their hands and saw his large, tanned hand wrapped around her slender, pale fingers it made her pulse race. She instinctively knew he already had a hold over her.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Stephen was standing beside her. Now his hand was on her elbow, encouraging her to stand while also pulling her chair back. ‘I think you are ready for some serious shopping,’ his deep voice whispered in her ear.

Standing beside him, she confirmed he was over six-foot-tall, just tall enough that she had to look up into his eyes. ‘Where are you taking me?’

‘Not far, about ten minute’s walk.’

Stephany never expected she would ever allow herself to be led into the most exclusive lingerie shop in town by an almost strange man and certainly not a foreign gentleman.

Somehow Stephen and the manager had made it seem so ordinary that a man would be buying her lingerie. Thirty minutes later they both left with Stephany carrying one of their designer bags containing four items of very expensive, very exclusive underwear. Ten minutes later they were again sitting in the coffee shop.

After their coffee was served it seemed quite acceptable to Stephany when Stephen took her hand in his. ‘That wasn’t so embarrassing, was it?’

Stephany smiled at the feel of her hand in his. ‘No, the manager was quite wonderful.’ Stephany had been more aroused than embarrassed as the manager had measured her and then discussed the different garments Stephen had suggested for her.

She felt Stephen hold on her hand tighten and looked up at him. ‘Stephany, I want you to meet me again,’ he told her. ‘Next Wednesday, here at the same time.’

Somehow Stephany had expected it and was about to answer.

‘No, don’t answer yet, there is something else I want you to do for me,’ he paused. ‘You can either wear the lingerie for your husband, whom I am sure would appreciate it, or you can wear it for me next Wednesday.’

Suddenly, Stephany realized she hadn’t even thought about who she would wear the lingerie for. ‘Stephen, no, sorry I never thought you wanted me to wear it for you. I… I can’t do that.’ From somewhere a little voice told her she could.

Stephen looked at her intensely as his grip on her hand tightened, almost painfully. ‘Stephany,’ his deep voice held her attention. ‘The choice is yours; you have a whole week to consider it. But you must know that if you wear your new lingerie for me, I will expect you to model it for me in my hotel room.’

During the drive home, Stephany had been unable to think of a way of wearing such expensive lingerie without having to lie to her husband about how she got it. So she hid the bag behind the box on the top shelf of her wardrobe.

When her husband came into the kitchen after parking his car in the garage, she managed to act normally. ‘Another busy day?’ she asked after kissing his cheek.

‘Yes,’ he replied and as usual, slapped her ass and then asked what was for dinner. When her husband didn’t even ask about her day, Stephany started to relaxed.

After changing into casuals, the first thing he did was get a beer from the fridge then sit in the lounge waiting for Stephany to lay the table and serve dinner. After the meal, Tony just like every other day left Stephany to clear the table and put everything in the dishwasher.

After dinner, Stephany knew she hadn’t given anything away about her afternoon with Stephen.

Thursday and Friday were normal working days for both of them, with the usual dinner routine and an evening in front of the television. Saturday, Stephany went to work in the morning and did some laundry in the afternoon. Tony tidied the garden and spent a lot of time cleaning his car. Saturday evening, they went to the pub for a meal. Stephany did herself up with a nice skirt and jumper and Tony put on his, ‘Spurs for Ever,’ T-shirt and old jeans.

Leaving Stephany to find a table, Tony went to the bar. Ten minutes later, having drunk one beer while chatting to some guy, he found Stephany and plonked her glass of wine in front of her. ‘I’m hungry,’ he stated as he sat opposite her. Giving her the menu, ‘I’m going to have the rack of ribs,’ he told her. ‘What do you want?’ he asked.

His tone told Stephany not to take too long deciding. To get a conversation started she asked her husband about his week at work.

‘Got old Barlow to agree we needed a new forklift before mine broke down for good.’

‘Well, that should be nice for you,’ she replied. ‘How long will it take to get one?’

The rack of ribs arrived so Stephany didn’t get an answer. As she watched Tony eating she kept seeing flashes of a tanned, handsome, communicative, well dressed, foreign gentleman transposed with her husband.

During the evening Stephany found herself comparing how Tony looked in his old jeans and a printed T-shirt with how Stephen had looked during their time together, in his smart suit, shirt and tie. Her husband had never owned a tie.

By Sunday evening Stephany realized she was thinking about Stephen and the enjoyable time she had spent with him, much more than she should. The fact that he was foreign added to his intrigue.

By Tuesday evening Stephany had made her decision about the expensive lingerie. She could remember each garment quite vividly, before even opening the exclusive, designer bag. She bathed and shaved more thoroughly than ever before to ensure everything was perfect for Stephen.

She remembered what Stephen had told her, and in her subconscious, she knew that modelling the lingerie for Stephen would lead to touching, then removing, and then. She shuddered in anticipation.

During the drive to the coffee shop Stephany kept stroking her legs to feel the sheerness of the beautiful tan stockings, Stephen had bought her. All she was able to afford were supermarket tights.

When she arrived, Stephen was already there and stood when he saw her approaching. She had expected Stephen to be wearing a suit but she thought he looked even more handsome and even more tanned in his white polo neck jumper and black slacks.

He smiled as she nervously stood in front of him and accepted his kiss on her cheek. He then pulled out the chair for her and as Stephany sat opposite him the thought came into her head that her husband had never done that for her. The thought of her husband momentary brought back the feeling of guilt that she had been fighting so hard to ignore.

When Stephen reached across the table and took her hand firmly in his most of that guilt got lost in the thrill his touch gave her. ‘Stephany, thank you for joining me today,’ his smile helped to overcame even more of her guilty feelings. ‘You are looking so beautiful’

Stephany couldn’t stop herself from blushing, his compliment sounded so sincere. ‘Thank you, Stephen,’ she replied, trying to remember when her husband last told her she was beautiful.

‘I’ve ordered the same as you had on Wednesday,’ he told her. ‘And asked the waitress to serve us as soon as you arrived. We don’t want to spend too long here, do we, Stephany?’

At that moment the waitress arrived and all she could do was look at the handsome man whom she knew expected so much of her.

During the meal, Stephen asked her to tell him about herself, which she found easy to do. He asked her how old she was, and when she told him she was twenty-three he told her he was forty-six. Which she found hard to believe. He got her to tell him about her marriage and how her husband earns his living. He even got her to tell him how little they made love.

When the table was cleared she realized he had not told her anything about himself. They both had another coffee and Stephen again reached for her hands, holding them gently in both of his.

Seeing how his large hands held her small hands so easily and how warm, smooth and comforting they felt sent ripples of pleasure down her spine. She wondered if he was ever going to ask her if she was wearing the lingerie he had bought her?

‘When did you make the decision to meet me here for lunch?’

It was a question Stephany hadn’t expected. ‘I think it was yesterday,’ she hesitantly replied,

‘Are you glad you decided to come?’

Looking into Stephen’s eyes, Stephany knew she had to say yes. She knew there was no going back because she knew Stephen wanted her, and she wanted him. ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

Stephen’s hands tightened around hers and his eyes bore into hers, she remembered the same look he gave her last week. ‘When I ask you a question I expect a full answer,’ he told her. Even his voice sounded more authoritative. ‘I’ll ask you again, Stephany. Are you glad you decided to meet me again?’

Something about the stern, demanding tone of his voice excited her. ‘Yes Stephen, I am glad I came.’

The sternness was broken by one of his big smiles. ‘Good girl.’

He spoke again before she fully understood what he had called her. ‘Are you wearing the lingerie I bought you last week?’

At last the question she knew he would eventually ask her. ‘Yes Stephen, I’m wearing the lingerie you bought me.’ She wanted to be a good girl.

‘Good girl.’ He repeated. ‘Why are you wearing it?’

She knew that just saying it was because he asked her to, would not be the answer he wanted, and she liked to hear him tell her she was a ‘good girl.’ ‘Because I want to display myself to you wearing it.’ She replied.

‘And after you have displayed yourself to me in your new lingerie, what are we going to do?’

No, she told herself, she can’t tell him that, not here in the coffee shop. Quickly she looked around hoping no one was in earshot, no one was. His hands again tightened around hers.

Looking into his eyes she whispered. ‘Make love.’ As she said it a memory of how her husband, made love, crossed her mind and she knew it would be totally different with Stephen.

‘No Stephany, we are not going to make love. We are going to fuck each other.’

Instantly her thoughts of them, ‘making love,’ were shattered. Fuck each other, was that what he wanted them to do?

‘Do you want me to fuck you, Stephany?’

Yes, yes, yes, the answer screamed in her head. ‘Yes Stephen, I want you to fuck me.’ Saying it to Stephen, a man who wasn’t her husband, released a flood of heat throughout her body that left her breathless, and throbbing between her legs.

‘Good girl, now you know why I am taking you to my hotel for the afternoon, shall we go.’

Stephany couldn’t have told you how she got to Stephen’s hotel room, other than he held her hand or had his arm around her nearly all the way while telling her that after his wife was killed he devoted himself to work. Now, he told her, he only worked when he wanted to.

His suite was on the top floor of the hotel. As she entered the lounge area the first thing she saw was the huge picture window that he was leading her toward. For a moment the breathtaking view helped her forget why she was there. Then she felt Stephen’s hand on her shoulders.

‘Don’t be nervous Stephany, enjoy the view while I go and change.’ Then he kissed her neck, on the right, just below her ear. The feeling it gave her lasted until she felt him standing behind her again, and his hands were gently squeezing her shoulders.

‘A beautiful view, isn’t it?’ his deep voice whispered in her ear. Before she could reply he was whispering again. ‘Are you ready to display yourself in the underwear I bought you, Stephany?’

For a moment she was bewildered by everything that was happening to her. ‘Yes.’

His hold on her shoulders tightened. ‘Yes what, Stephany?’

Again, she detected the authority in his voice and realized that he would always be able to make her obey him. That thought seemed to calm her nervousness. ‘Yes Stephen,’ she repeated firmly. ‘I want to display myself to you in the beautiful lingerie you bought me last week.’

‘Good Girl,’

This time, as he said it, Stephany’s anticipation grew.

‘Now step away from the window so you can see your reflection.’ He told her.

Moments later she felt his fingers undo the button holding the zip of her dress. Then she knew it was the right dress to wear because she would not have to help him remove it. In the window, Stephany watched as Stephen slid the top of her pretty, black and white dress off her shoulders. She saw it slowly slide over her chest and down her arms. In the reflection, she watched in awe as her breasts were revealed in their beautiful uplifting white silk bra. She felt Stephen’s hands on her waist and watched as they helped the dress slide over her hips. Then the suspender belt was revealed. A garment she hadn’t worn since her honeymoon. Then the white panties that were so small she had to shave her pussy almost bare.

In the window, she saw Stephen lean toward her and leant her head to the left just before she felt his lips kiss the side of her neck. ‘So beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘Quite exquisite.’

In the window, she saw the dress slide down her silk encased legs and settled around her feet.

Neither of them moved. Stephany was lost in the sight of her lingerie-clad body reflected in the window. What made it so incredible erotic was the handsome man behind her with his hands on her hips and his lips on her neck.

Then Stephen stepped back. ‘Slowly turn around,’ he told her.’

After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped out of her pooled dress and turned to face him. Her heart was beating and her knees were weak. Intense sexual feelings swamping her body as she fully understood the implication of what she was doing.

Then Stephen removed his housecoat.

Stephany was stunned by what she saw. Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped in disbelief that any man could be so beautiful? It wasn’t just Stephens hairless, muscular, tanned body that was beautiful, Stephen’s cock was the most beautiful she had ever seen. Her husband’s cock was ugly compared to Stephen’s.

After what seemed to her like hours she eventually took her eyes away from Stephen’s cock and looked up at him.

Before she could say anything, he stepped up to her and took her head in his hands. Without a word, he kissed her, softly, gently then again more firmly. The third kiss was more intense with his tongue probing deep into Stephanie’s accepting mouth.

Stepping back from her breathless body he told her to remove her bra. In a daze of emotions, Stephany did as he asked. ‘Good girl. Now take off your panties.’

As Stephany’s panties slid to her feet and she stepped away from them she knew there was no way she could stop Stephen from having her.

When Steven held out his hand, Stephany accepted it and let him lead her into the bedroom.

Moments later Stephen was standing in front of her, his hands holding her upper arms against her sides, his eyes commanding her attention. At that moment Stephany knew Stephen had her totally under his control. For a moment she even feared what he would do to her. Then he pulled her against his chest and kissed her hard then pushed her away. ‘Open your mouth.’ He demanded. She did and immediately he pulled her against him and drove his tongue into her mouth. The long kiss drained her breath from her.

When he pushed her away he moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed down until she had to sink onto he knees.

‘Look at my cock.’ She was still amazed at the size of it even though it still hung down, thick, long and beautiful. She hadn’t seen a circumcised cock since a Jewish boy at college had her.

‘Put your hands around it.’ Its warmth and smoothness surprised her even more than how heavy it felt. But it was seeing how it was so much larger than her husband’s that excited her the most.

‘Make love to it.’ His demand surprised her. All her husband ever wanted her to do was suck his until he came. Perhaps it was just a primal instinct but she knew what he wanted and lifted the head to her lips and kissed its tip. Its warmth and smoothness increased her already heightened arousal. She kissed it again, and again, using her tongue to cover the whole of the knob with her hot saliva.

‘Good girl.’

She welcomed his praise and used her mouth and tongue to cover the whole length with the love she felt for his magnificent cock.

‘Good girl. Now take it into your mouth.’

Stephany now loved hearing Stephen call her a ‘good girl.’ With difficulty at first, she got the head into her mouth and as she swirled her tongue all around it, her arousal intensified. All she now wanted to do was make love to his cock. Slowly she managed to slide her lips further down the shaft, her mind lost in the eroticism of what she was doing. Soon it got easier until she was sliding her mouth up and down nearly half the length.

Then she felt his hands tighten around her shoulders. ‘That’s enough. Stand up.’

As Stephany stood up and faced Stephen she felt an intense desire to feel his beautiful cock deep in her body. She reached for him wrapping her arms around his neck. ‘Fuck me, Stephen, please fuck me, I want your cock in me.’ Then she kissed him until Stephen gently lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Her eyes never left his as he laid her down on the clean, white sheet.

As Stephen stroke her hair, in a sexual daze she closed her eyes. ‘Good girl.’ She heard him whisper.

She felt Stephen’s hand slowly trail over her chest, then down to her tummy. She felt him press gently against her warm flesh, it felt almost as if he was searching for something. His hand slid back to her chest and held her breast in a gentle grip. Stephanie’s eyes opened and looked at him belchingly.

When he stroked his thumb over the nipple, already swollen with her arousal, an uncontrollable shudder swept over her. When he cupped her other breast and again stroked his thumb across the nipple, Stephany mewed drew in a breath and pressed her breast into his hand then slowly released it with a low moan. With her eyes closed as if in a trance, she felt Stephen caressing both breasts and stroking the nipples with his thumb. She was almost going orgasmic.

He released her breasts then bent down and kissed her softly, but only briefly. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered. Then with one hand, he stroked her hair, with the other he stroked her tummy. He moved his hand onto her nearest thigh and slowly, gently caressed his hand down to her knee. Then down to her foot. The feeling, as his hands slid over her silk stockings, was quite exquisite. Then his hand moved back to her tummy. She felt his hand caressing her leg, then to the inside of her knee and she felt him gently pull her leg toward him.

Stephanie whimpered softly as her legs were parted. Stephen responded by stroking her hair and telling her she was a ‘good girl.’

He slowly moved his hand up the inside of her leg. As he tightened his hold on the warm, soft flesh of her inner thigh she lost control of the tremble in her legs. Again, his hand moved to her other leg and she felt him stroking the smooth, warm, soft flesh above the top of the stocking. Gently he eased her leg further away from him When he moved his hand over her stocking encased leg Stephany eyes closed even tighter, and she whimpered quietly.

Lifting his hand from her leg he placed it onto her nearest breast, lent over and kissed her as he squeezed it gently. Again, he whispered, ‘Good girl.’

With one hand on her head, Stephany again felt his hand caressing down her body, over her tummy and between her thighs. Stephany shuddered with a low moan. The only feeling she had was his finger stroking the lips of her vulva, then she felt his fingers probing deeper and deeper into her, then stroking her clitoris, then an indescribable sensation when he flicked it hard.

Stephen stepped away from her and for a second or two nothing happened. Then Stephany screamed, not in agony, but in ecstasy. Her body arched in a bow of taught, shuddering muscles. Locked in orgasm her body slammed back onto the bed. As the scream died her body thrashed about on the bed then arched off the bed again as the scream turned into an incomprehensible babble. Just as suddenly her body collapsed back on the sheet.

Stephen had seen many women in this condition and when her eyes rolled to the back of her head and the muscles of her legs went into a shuddering spasm she would have seen Stephen smiling down at her.

When her eyes focused he was lying between her spread thighs resting his weight on his arms and knees. He could see that she didn’t comprehend who he was. Moments later, breathlessly she whispered his name and gave him a weak smile.

‘Good girl,’ he whispered. Then he kissed her, probing his tongue deep into her mouth, pressing his lips hard, demandingly against hers. Responding, Stephany reached for him, wrapping his head in her arms, making the kiss last a long time.

When Stephen pulled away he looked into her eyes. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you?’

Stephany spread her legs even wider and raised her knees, ‘Yes, Stephen yes, fuck me, I want your cock in me, please.’ Her voice was breathless, her words hesitant with emotion.

Stephen moved his hips bringing the head of his cock into contact with her cunt. He wasn’t going to wait any longer. He pressed his cock head against her unresisting entrance. Slowly he pushed his hips toward her, driving his cock deep into her body. He was relentless in his penetration, giving her no time to adjust to the girth and length of his shaft. All the time he watched the response in her eyes. First, he saw her pain, then, as he finally pushed the knob of his cock fully into the depth of her body he saw her acceptance.

A watcher would have seen a beautiful, young, woman submitting herself to a large, powerful, dominating man. Stephen saw a wife being turned into a slut with an insatiable need for his cock.

Then he started to fuck her. Within minutes Stephany was responding with verbal encouragement and physical acceptance. Her hand finding different parts of him to cling to, her legs wrapping around his hips, then his thighs, then his waist. Then she screamed and convulsed in orgasm while Stephen continued to fuck her. His cock, almost leaving her cunt before sliding deep into her again, and again, and again and again, relentlessly driving her into another convulsive orgasm.

With their bodies hot and wet with the sweat of their enthusiasm, finally, it reached a crescendo when Stephen, bellowing his own climax, released his ejaculation of sperm deep in Stephanie’s receptive body.

Stephen recovered first. As he made a move away from Stephany her eyes snapped opened and she wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘No!’ Her cry and the look in her eyes was desperate. ‘Don’t go, fuck me again,’ she pleaded with him. ‘Please Stephen, fuck me again.’

As Steven slowly unwrapped her arms he knew she was broken and ready for him to train. Slowly he withdrew his cock and got off the bed. When he looked down at her he saw some of his cum was already oozing from her gaping cunt. He stroked her head, bent down and gave her a gentle kiss. ‘No more fucks for you today Stephany,’ he stated. ‘If you are a good girl, next Wednesday I will give you all the fucking you want. Now tidy yourself up while I call a taxi to take you back to the coffee shop.

Leaving her he returned to the living room, slipped on his housecoat and waited for her. It was nearly twenty minutes before Stephany joined him. As she walked toward him only the look on her face gave any indication of what he had done to her.

‘Next Wednesday, Stephen. I’m going to be a very good girl.’ Then she took his face in her hands and kissed him.

Before she left, Stephen told her to drive to his hotel on Wednesday and park in one of the bays. ‘Come straight to room 405,’ Then he handed her another designer bag. ‘Something special for you to wear for me next Wednesday,’ he told her.

A city taxicab was waiting for her at the entrance to the hotel.

As soon as Stephany got indoors the first thing she did was take her dress off and then all her underwear. She then hid it away, in its designer bag, behind the box, on the top shelf of her wardrobe. Together with the new designer bag of underwear, Stephen had given just her.

There was still thirty minutes before her husband came home so she had another shower before putting on the most unflattering clothes she could find. Anything to get her mind off Stephen and what he had done to her.

Tony, as usual, paid little attention to her after his brief kiss on her cheek and his customary slap on her ass. During the evening meal, she asked if the new forklift had arrived. ‘Next week.; He replied. ‘Before then I need to have a day training at their factory.’

Stephany found she wasn’t really interested anymore. She had suddenly remembered something Stephen had said about her needing some training. Training for what, she wondered. Then she had to avoid Tony noticing how agitated she had become just thinking about Stephen again.

By Saturday, as much as she tried, Stephany could not get Stephen out of her head. She was even grateful she had to work in the morning and didn’t have to be around her husband.

Apart from the evening in the pub and the unsatisfying sex she had with Tony on Saturday night, Stephany had no other physical contact with her husband.

By Sunday her memory of the sex she’d had with Stephen was becoming increasingly difficult to keep out of her head. Had his cock really felt that amazing? Had she really had so many orgasms? Was his muscular body really so wonderful against her? What would it be like next Wednesday? So many questions but only one answer. An answer she was becoming increasingly aware of.

Tuesday evening, she had a chance to take the box down and look inside the bag Stephen had given her. Inside was another set of lingerie. Stockings, suspender belt, a beautiful bra and gossamer-thin panties. All in deep blue. All very expensive.

On Wednesday morning she had a satisfying shower, shaved her legs and trimmed the small patch of hair above her pussy. By midday, she was ready to drive herself to Stephen’s hotel.

~~~Stephen.~~~

Stephen was waiting for her wearing a dark blue, housecoat. ‘Follow me. Lunch is ready.’ At the table, he pulled one of the chairs out for her. ‘It’s only sandwiches.’ Before she sat down he put his hands on he shoulders, bend down and kissed her neck. Then he whispered in her ear. ‘Why are you here, Stephany.’ He felt her body stiffen. Before she answered he kissed the other side of her neck for slightly longer. Again, we whispered in her ear. ‘Stephany, why are you here.’

‘You, you.’

Before she could say any more he tightened his grip on her shoulders until he knew it was hurting.

She started to turn her head so he tightened his grip a little more. ‘Please Stephen, you’re hurting me.’

‘I know because you haven’t answered my question.’ This time he didn’t whisper in her ear. ‘Why are you here Stephany.’ As soon as she started to reply he relaxed his grip a little.

‘I, I want you to fuck me.’ She turned her head to look at him. ‘Please Stephen, I want you to fuck me again.’

‘Good girl.’ He briefly kissed her on the lips. ‘And what are you going to do before I fuck you.’

‘I’m going to display myself to you wearing the beautiful lingerie you gave me last Wednesday,’

Stephen smiled, such an improvement, he admitted to himself. ‘Good Girl,’ he told her. ‘Now let’s have lunch.’ Then he sat down facing her.

When Stephany had a sandwich on her plate she looked up at him. ‘Stephen, why did you hurt me like that?’

For a moment he said nothing, just held her attention. ‘Because you were disobedient,’ he told her.

He saw how much his answer surprised her. ‘What, I wasn’t disobedient. I, I just didn’t expect your question.’

Stephen held up his hand. ‘Stephanie, in our relationship your obedience is important to me. Not only in the sincerity of your answers to my questions and enthusiasm in obeying my commands but especially in the swiftness of your response.’ He could see the confusion on her face. ‘Stephanie, if I am to continue fucking you, then you must also give me what I want.’ He waited a moment. ‘Do you understand what I mean?’

It was a long moment before Stephany replied. ‘Yes Stephen, I understand.’

His response of ‘good girl’, brought a smile to her face but he doubted that she had any idea what he really meant.

For a while he just watched her eating until she was finished. ‘Stephany.’ She looked at him. ‘Why do you want me to fuck you again?’ He watched her trying to give him the honest answer he required.

‘I think you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I want you and your cock in me and.’ She stopped in mid-sentence and stared at him. ‘Oh, God! Stephen, I want you to fuck me like last time.’

Her response told Stephen that he had broken her and she was now ready to be trained. He stood up. ‘Follow me.’ He led her into the bedroom. ‘Stand there,’ he told her, pointing to a spot in front of the window. He stepped back a short distance and studied her for a moment. ‘Slowly turn around.’ He was impressed both by what he saw of her and the way she obeyed him. ‘Take the dress off,’ was his next demand. Seconds later the dress was at her feet. ‘Fold it up and lay it over the chair.’

Two minutes later Stephany was standing in her dark blue underwear on the same spot at the foot of the bed. ‘Slowly turn around and display your new underwear to me.’

He let Stephany stand for several minutes while watching her increasing arousal in her light blue eyes. They were what caught his attention the first time he saw her, that and her pleasant features. He remembered the derogatory remark, ‘you don’t look at the mantlepiece when stoking the fire,’ made about a girl at school. In Stephens opinion a nice mantlepiece was always worth looking at once the fire was well alight.

Then he told her to remove her bra. He waited a moment before telling her to remove the stockings, then the suspender belt. ‘Now remove the panties,’ he finally told her. Stephen noticed how she tried to remove each garment in a provocative manner, which she was obviously not used to doing. She would soon learn how it should be done.

When she was naked he again told her to turn around while he watched every movement until she was facing him again. What interested him the most was her ass. A nice, firm, almost certainly a virgin ass. The rest of her was of little difference to the other married women he had trained. Similar height, some had slightly thicker thighs and a bit more hip. Nice sized nipples with good size, firm breasts. Her blond hair was slightly shorter than some. Full lips he already knew felt good sucking his cock. A tight cunt, for the moment. Totally untrained of course but altogether a promising package.

As he approached her Stephen saw the desire in her eyes. ‘Now face the window and place your arms at your side,’ he told her. He started at her shoulders, slowly gliding his hands over them, then down her arms and down her flanks. In her window reflection, he saw her eyes close. ‘Don’t close your eyes,’ he told her.

Then he ran his hands over her waist, then her hips then her buttocks. Her toned flesh was firm, warm and smooth. ‘Whose body is this, Stephany?’ he quietly asked her.

Before she could comprehend his question, he slapped her ass, hard. ‘I ask you whose body this is.’

Startled by the slap she stumbled forward, recover and turned to him. ‘Stephen, don’t do that.’

He slapped her face, not hard, knowing with certainty her face had never been slapped. Before he let the shock register he reprimanded her. ‘Don’t you ever answer me back? Now get back on your spot and face the window. ‘Now’ he shouted when she hesitated.

He slapped her ass again. ‘Whose body is this.’

‘It’s, it’s your body, Stephen,’ she stuttered.

He slapped her ass again, much harder. This time she retained her balance. Then in a louder, more stern tone, he asked her again. ‘Whose body is this?’

She answered with hesitation. ‘It’s your body, Stephen.’

‘Good girl. If this body belongs to me, what can I do to it?’

He slapped her ass again. ‘I expect a quicker answer.’

‘Whatever you want to do with it, Stephen.’

He slapped her ass again. ‘Good Girl. I can do whatever I want to do with your body. Can’t I Stephany?’

‘Yes Stephen, you can do whatever you like with my body.’

Then he stepped away from her and told her to turn around. He studied the expression on her face for a moment, then opened his housecoat, slid it off and laid it beside Stephanie’s underwear. He stood in front of her without moving watching her eyes rove over his body, returning often to stare at his flaccid cock. Eventually, he lifted it up in his left hand. ‘Do you want this, Stephany?’

For a moment she didn’t answer and before she realized it, Stephen had slapped her cheek with his right hand. Stephen was amused by the flash of anger in her eyes. He knew she was an intelligent woman who would soon learn to accept his dominance over her in exchange for what she was now addicted to.

‘Do want my cock?’

‘Yes Stephen, I want you cock.’

He slapped her cheek harder. ‘What do you say when you want something.’

Despite the slap, she answered immediately. ‘Yes please, Stephen, I want your cock.’

‘Good girl. Are you now beginning to understand what I mean by obedience?’

‘Yes Stephen, I’m beginning to understand what you mean by obedience. Please, Stephen, may I suck your cock?’

‘Yes Stephany, you can suck my cock.’

Stephen soon realized she was a lot better than last week. The way she held his shaft was much firmer. Her kisses on his knob were more intense. She used her tongue much more, licking around his cock head and all over his shaft. The biggest surprise was when she licked and sucked his balls without any suggestion from Stephen.

To Stephen, It looked and felt like she really was making love to his cock.

‘Now suck it,’ he told her.

She looked up at him and smiled. ‘Thank you, Stephen.’ Then she slid her lips over his knob, pulled her lips back and slid them over his knob again. Steven then felt her tongue swirling around his knob.

‘Keep your eyes on my face,’ he told her.

As she looked up at him she slid her mouth further down his cock, then back up to his knob then down his shaft further than the first time. Each time her mouth went further down his shaft, her eyes told him how much she was enjoying sucking his cock. Just the way Stephen wanted his cock sucked.

This time he wanted to come in her mouth. ‘When I come don’t you dare spill any.’ For an instant, he saw the shock in her eyes and felt a brief hesitation in her sucking. Then she was sucking his cock with even more enthusiasm. When he came, Stephen held her head firmly, just so she knew he had control of her. Only a small amount of his semen leaked from the corner of her mouth. Next time he would face fuck her.

‘Now get on the bed,’ he told her.

When he stood beside her he could see the need in her eyes, the desire, the sexual arousal. ‘What do you want, Stephany?’

‘Please Stephen, I want you to fuck me with your beautiful cock.’

As Stephen got on the bed Stephany spread her legs and raised her knees. ‘Please fuck me, Stephen. Please, Stephen, I want your cock in my cunt.’ Her sincerity please him.

Slowly Stephen pushed his cock into Stephanie’s cunt. The look in her eyes as his cock went deeper into her was one of intense pleasure. She screamed her pleasure as he fucked her through three orgasms. When his climax eventually came she joined him in his ecstatic ejaculation of sperm into her receptive body.

After he kissed her he left her on the bed while he went for a shower. When they had both showered and Stephany was dressed, Stephen had her sit with him in the lounge area.

‘I will be staying here for another four weeks and you will come here every Wednesday. If that becomes a problem for your husband tell him to contact me.’ He handed Stephany a business card.

After looking at the card she looked at Stephen. ‘There won’t be any problem with my husband.’

‘Good girl. Do you now understand what I mean by obedience?’

‘Yes Stephen, I understand.’

He handed her another designer bag. ‘Wear these when you come to me next Wednesday.’

‘Thank you, Stephen.’

~~~ Stephany ~~~

The first thing Stephany did after closing her front door was to pour herself a glass of water and then drop into a kitchen chair. What has Stephen done to me, she wondered. If he was here now and asked her she would have let him fuck her here, on the kitchen table, even on her front lawn, if that was where he wanted. With the glass empty she was still shaking with emotion.

Eventually, she got herself together, having finally realized the sexual hold Stephen had over her.

When Tony came home, the underwear was secreted away with all the others and the dinner was ready.

Then Wednesday came around again Stephany prepared herself for an afternoon with her lover. This time the lingerie was red, not a colour she favoured, but perfectly fitting her body. The beautiful bra enhanced the swell of her breasts, the panties hugged her already wet, engorged and now totally shaved bare pussy. This time there were exquisite, lacy topped hold up stockings so no suspenders.

She chose one of her shortest dresses so as much of her red encased legs were displayed.

As soon as Stephany entered Stephen’s hotel room he took her into his arms and kissed her. She responded immediately with an open mouth and a deep sigh. After the kiss, which lasted a long time, Stephen led her into the bedroom.

Stephany knew something was different just by the way he spoke to her. ‘You know what I want you to do, Stephany.’

‘Yes Stephen, I know,’ she told him as she stepped onto her now familiar spot on the floor.’ Just standing there with Stephen so close increased her desire for him.

Slowly she turned her back on him, lowered the zip on her dress and let it slid down her body to the floor. Carefully she stepped out of it, bent down to pick it up, making sure Stephen saw as much of her panty covered pussy as possible, then laid it over the chair. She then stood up and waited a moment as she fought to control her emotions.

She thought she heard a rustling sound and when she turned to face Stephen he had removed his housecoat.

Taking her dress off, with her back to him had been erotic enough to arouse every erogenous area of her body. Now she had to remove her underwear while having his beautiful cock hanging within touching distance of her.

Oh God Stephen, what have you done to me, she asked herself for the hundredth time. While knowing that all she wanted was his magnificent body pressed against hers and his beautiful cock buried deep in her cunt. A cunt that felt like a volcano was already erupting in it.

With trembling fingers, she unclasped her bra and dropped it over the chair. Immediately she clasped her breasts in her palms and squeezed her nipples. An erotic shudder almost made her knees give way.

When she opened her eyes, Stephen was smiling at her while slowly stroking his cock.

‘Oh God Stephen, fuck me,’ she pleaded.

‘Remove your panties, Stephany.’ was all he said.

When she slid them down her legs they were soaked with her juice and she knew if she touched herself she would come. She was desperate for Stephen, yet knew she had to stay on her spot until he told her what to do.

Instead, he moved toward her. When he put an arm on her shoulder her knees almost gave way. When his hand cupped her pussy and a finger stroked her clit she collapsed in a shuddering, moaning mess in his arms.

When Stephany opened her eyes the first thing she saw was Stephen face leaning over her. Before she realized where she was he kissed her. For a moment she didn’t move then she reached for him and drew him to her, intensifying their kiss.

When Stephen broke the kiss Stephany still held onto him. ‘Stephen, what have you done to me? I, I can’t get you out of my mind. All I want is your beautiful cock. What’s happening to me, Stephen?’

‘Don’t worry about it, Stephany, you’ll know by the time you leave.’

As she looked into his eyes she knew he wasn’t going to tell her. When he pulled back she reluctantly let him go. Then she realized she was laying on the bed with her head and shoulders propped up on pillows.

The next thing she felt was her legs being spread then Stephens body settled over hers. Reaching for him, Stephany grabbing his arms as they supported his body above her. ‘Yes Stephen, yes! Oh God Stephen, fuck me! Please put your cock in me and fuck me.’ She just said anything that came into her head.

‘When I fuck you, keep your eyes open. I want you to watch my cock stretching and filling your cunt. I want you to watch my cock fucking my cunt. It’s not your body anymore Stephany. It’s not your cunt anymore Stephany. I now own your body and my cock now owns your cunt. That’s what’s happening to you, Stephany.

Stephany watched and felt, in perfect synchronism, as Stephen’s thick, long, beautiful cock stretching and slowly filled her needy body. Finally, her endorphin overloaded brain sent her body into an orgasmic convulsion.

Somewhere in her conscience, she heard Stevens voice telling her she was his bitch. Then he was fucking her until another orgasm wracked her body.

Stephens voice again intruded on her conscience. ‘You are a cock hungry bitch, Stephany. Cock, Stephany, you need cock. You need my cock, Stephany. Your cunt needs my cock to fuck you, Stephany. Her last orgasm ended in temporary oblivion.

When Stephany opened her eyes, Stephen was still inside her, the last of his ejaculating convulsions just spent. Drops of his sweat dripping onto her face as their bodies shuddered in unison.

Fragments of his words were still in her head. Cock-hungry bitch. Cunt needs cock. Stephen’s cunt. Fuck, Stephen fuck, fuck Stephen’s cunt.

As Stephen kissed her she put them out of her mind and returned his kiss with a newfound passion. It was an hour later when Stephen left her comatose body to have his shower.

When Stephany left Stevens apartment she knew what he had turned her into, and what her insatiable need was. She also carried a new designer bag of lingerie.

Twenty minutes later she was home. The first thing she did was make a cup of tea and take it into the living room. ‘I’m now Stephen’s bitch,’ she told herself aloud. ‘I’m his cock hungry bitch.’ She took a drink and told herself again. ‘I’m a bitch who loves Stephen’s cock.’ She drank some more. ‘Stephen owns my body and I’m his bitch’ The fact she was married didn’t seem to matter. When the cup was empty she went to her bedroom and added the new bag of lingerie to her growing collection.

The following Wednesday she left Stephens apartment very satisfied. He had fucked her three times. She couldn’t remember how many orgasms she’s had. The most intense was when he fucked her in the ass for the first time.

It was also the day Stephany’s training intensified when Stephen put a wide leather collar around her neck. A collar with a little padlock at the back, that Stephen had the key to on a thin chain around his neck. He also held the chain clipped to the ring on the front of the collar.

Half an hour after being led around the apartment, some of the time standing up and other time on her hands and knees. Stephany learnt what the strap on her buttocks felt like whenever she protested or failed to do, quickly and accurately everything Stephen told her.

Stephany was then told to kneel on the coffee table. He then used the lead to pull her head down and secured it so that she couldn’t raise it.

‘As it is your first time,’ he told her. ‘It will be painful.’ And it was, making her cry out with the pain. Only all the oil she kept feeling him pour between her buttocks and the way he repeatedly eased his cock into her ass and pulled it out made it bearable. As the pain turned to discomfort, she began to relax.

‘Do you like my cock in your ass, Stephany?’ he kept asking her.

‘Yes, Stephen, I like your cock in my ass,’ she kept answering, even when it was really hurting. Eventually, when he had every inch of his cock up her ass, he told her what she wanted to hear.

‘You’re being a very good girl, Stephany.’

‘Thank you, Stephen,’ she mumbled. Then, slowly at first, he fucked her ass. The discomfort slowly turned to pleasure. When Stephen fucked her faster she heard herself begging for him to fuck her harder. The pleasure increased until her eventual orgasm overwhelmed her with its intensity.

When Stephen told her not to let her husband have her ass, she readily agreed. She wasn’t going to let Tony’s miserable little cock anywhere near her ass.

Until the next Wednesday Stephany again had limited contact with her husband. She also refused to go with him to the pub on Saturday evening, telling him to go on his own. On his return she was already asleep so for the second week she also denied him any sexual contact.

The following Wednesday evening when Stephany went to her bedroom, her husband was standing beside the bed, still dressed. He handed her the bag of lingerie Stephen had given her that afternoon. ‘When did you buy these?’ he asked her.

Somehow, she held it together. ‘Oh those, today.’

‘Why would you buy such expensive underwear?’

Totally unprepared, for a moment Stephany was unable to answer. Then she gave the obvious answer. ‘I bought them for you, Tony.’

‘When were you going to wear them for me?’

She had been trying to think how her husband had found them and also an appropriate answer at the same time. ‘If you hadn’t found them, on Saturday.’

‘They look very expensive.’ Her husband stated.

‘You opened the bag?’

‘Yes, of course, darling, I was curious.’

Hearing him call her darling shocked her. ‘Well you shouldn’t have, they were a surprise.’

‘Where did you get the money to buy them?’

She didn’t like the implication in Tony’s voice. ‘I had some saved and thought wearing them for you would make up for not coming to the pub with you last week.’

‘Ok, let me see them on you now, darling. Why wait till Saturday.’

That was the second time he had called her, ‘darling.’ Perhaps only the second time in as many months. Stephany was getting more and more worried about how he had found this bag and not all the others.

‘Come on darling, put them on for me.’

She couldn’t do that; Stephen had given them to her for next Wednesday. ‘Not now, Tony it’s too late.’

‘You’re going to make me wait till Saturday?’

‘I’ll make it worth the wait,’ she offered, desperate to get it over with and not liking the way Tony was looking at her.

‘Shame you haven’t bought any sexy underwear like this before, isn’t it darling?’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. Relieved he wasn’t insisting she put it on now.

Then Tony turned the bed back and revealed every other item of underwear that Stephen had given her. All carefully laid out, just as she would wear them. ‘When were you going to wear all these for me, Stephany?’ he sneered.

Stephany couldn’t utter a sound. She had no answer to his question. She needed time to think of something. But she knew there was no time to find an answer. ‘Please Tony, let me explain,’ she pleaded.

‘Who bought all this stuff for you, Stephany?’

Stuff, it wasn’t stuff. Stephen had given it to her and It was the most beautiful lingerie she had ever worn. ‘It’s not stuff,’ she replied angrily.

‘Who bought it for you?’ her husband demanded.

Her husband’s shouted question eventually got through to her. ‘Stephen gave them to me,’ she shouted back. Immediately realizing what she’d just admitted.

‘Oh, and who is this, Stephen? Is he the asshole in the hotel you go to every Wednesday?’

His anger frightened her into admitting more. ‘No, yes, Stephen is just a man I know. Just a friend,’ she added hopefully while wondering how her husband knew about her Wednesday afternoons at Stephen’s hotel.

‘Tell me about this… friend,’ Tony sneered.

‘He, he likes to treat me.’ Now Stephany was just saying whatever came into her head.

‘And what do you have to do for this… friend… to be given nearly a thousand pounds worth of this underwear stuff?’

Stephany wondered how Tony knew it cost that much. ‘I don’t have to do anything,’ she retorted.

‘You don’t have to fuck him?’

She tried to be shocked at his accusation. ‘Nooooo, of course not,’ she retaliated. Yes, yes, yes, her conscience told her.

‘You lying whore,’ her husband shouted at her.

‘I’m not a whore,’ she shouted back. I’m Stephen’s bitch, she told herself. That thought triggered what Stephen had told her. If there is a problem with your husband, give him my card and tell him to contact me. Suddenly she was confident Stephen would sort this all out for her

‘Where are you going,’ her husband demanded.

‘To get my bag,’ she told him as she left their bedroom. She heard Tony follow her. In the living room, Stephany got her bag, rummaged for a moment, then handed Stephen’s card to her husband. ‘Here, call him.’

Tony took the card and glanced at it. ‘Why would you expect me to speak to the man who’s fucking you?’

‘Because he told me that if you contacted him he would explain everything to you.’

Stephany could see that her husband was totally confused by the turn of events. ‘You think all I’ve got to do is contact this Stephen guy and everything is going to be all right?’

‘Yes, that’s what he told me.’

‘Who do you think I am?’ he raved, ‘I’m you husband, I’m the only man who fucks you.’ Tony stepped right up till his face was only a foot away. ‘You’re not just a whore,’ he shouted. ‘You’re also a crazy, fucking, whore,’ his spittle splattering her face. He glared at her before turning away. Moments later she heard a bedroom door slam.

Stephany sank into the nearest chair and wondered what Stephen would say when she told him what her husband had said to her.

When she went back their bedroom door was open but the second bedroom door was closed. Scattered on the floor were the torn-up pieces of Stephen’s card.

The first thing Stephany did was carefully replace each set of lingerie in its bag and return them to their supposed hiding place.

Stephany and Tony carefully ignored each other throughout Thursday and Friday. Stephany knew her relationship with Stephen had been totally exposed, and her husband’s deriding looks made conversion impossible for her. Saturday morning Stephany was really glad she had to work in the morning.

To try and make things better between them, she went to the pub for their evening meal. Apart from eating the meal together, her husband spent the rest of the time drinking with his friends until they drove home in total silence. Tony again slept in the spare bedroom.

Sunday morning, Stephany decided she had to do something to get her husband’s mind off thinking about her time with Stephen. Before starting to prepare dinner, Stephany put on the first set of lingerie Stephen had bought her, then her little black dress and her highest heels.

Tony spent the morning cleaning the car and rummaging about in the garage so she took him a cold beer making sure he noticed the dress she was wearing. She then busied herself in the kitchen preparing a beef roast, her husband’s favourite meal, especially the way she cooked it. She also kept Tony supplied with a cold beer.

Stephany knew Tony had been glancing at her all morning, she also knew he had smelt the dinner cooking. While the joint rested, Stephany laid the table. Instead of just calling her husband that dinner was ready, she stood in front of him. ‘The dinner is ready, darling. Please come and carve the joint for us.’

For the first time in days, Tony looked at her without a deep scowl or a sneer. ‘Cooking me a roast dinner doesn’t change anything,’ he told her.

It wasn’t quite what she hoped he’d say. “I know, dear, come and enjoy it, anyway.’

Stephany wanted to start a conversation but just didn’t know how to without bringing Stephen into it, and that was the last person she wanted to remind Tony about. She really hoped Tony would say something about what she was wearing, but apart from telling her the beef was good, he didn’t say anything. So, she asked him about his new forklift.

‘How are you getting on with your new forklift?’

Tony looked at her. ‘It hasn’t broken down yet,’ he said and continued eating.

So, they spent the whole meal just glancing at each other.

When the meal was over, the table cleared and everything put away Stephany tried again. She took her husband another beer, then knelt in front of him, just as Stephen had taught her. ‘Let me show you something,’ she said, looking up at him.

For a moment they just stared at each other, then Tony took a big swig of his beer and put the bottle down. ‘Go on then,’ he told her as he eased himself forward.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before Stephany had Tony’s trousers and pants down to his feet. His cock was already stiffening as she held it in her hand and smiled up at her husband. Moments later she kissed it, but it wasn’t like kissing Stephens. It wasn’t circumcised so there was no smooth skin for her lips to touch or her tongue to swirl around until she pulled the foreskin back.

Stephany was here, on her knees sucking her husband’s cock for a reason. To get Tony’s mind off the time she had spent with Stephen, and not do something stupid before she spent the next two Wednesdays with him.

As she licked and shucked her husband’s cock and slid her lips down the shaft, Stephany knew her husband’s cock was just so pathetic it would never satisfy her as Stephen’s did. It didn’t even smell right.

She was used to Tony’s lack of finesse in his lovemaking, he was just a wham, bang, thank you, mam, type of guy, but she still loved him. Though now perhaps more like you would love a dog, not expecting more than a wagging tail and a licking.

Before her husband was ready to come Stephany stood up and lowered the zip of her little black and let it slide down to her feet, displaying her lingerie-clad body to her husband.

She was horrified when Tony started to wank himself. ‘No, Tony, don’t do that,’ she cried. ‘Don’t you want to fuck me,’ she pleaded, displaying her body just the way Stephen had taught her.

Still wanking, her husband looked her up and down. ‘Fuck you,’ he sneered. ‘I don’t fuck whores.’ Seconds later Tony grunted and ejaculated.

Stephany was distraught when Tony told her he didn’t fuck whores. She pleaded with him that she was not a whore. ‘The underwear was just a gift. I’ll wear all of it, just for you, darling,’ she told him. ‘I’ve only got to visit Stephen twice more. There won’t be anyone else,’ she promised him.

All the while, her husband just stared at her.

On Wednesday, when Stephany arrived at Stephen’s apartment she had two things on her mind, to be thoroughly fucked and tell him that her husband knew about their time together.

‘Tony found the lingerie you gave me,’ she told him. ‘I gave him your card, but he just tore it up and told me I was a whore.’ For some reason, she didn’t want Stephen to know she had worn the first set of lingerie to entice her husband to have sex with her.

Stephen looked at her for a moment. ‘Your husband won’t be a problem for much longer,’ he told her dismissively.

Before Stephany could get her head around what Stephen had told her, he was pointing to the first place she had stood, right in front of the big lounge window. ‘Stand there and show me the lingerie you’re wearing.’