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Just Imagine

By: Samphire



Her small dinning table was set against the wall.

We sat at opposite sides chatting amiably over a glass of wine as we had done many times in the past. We had known each other for many years and enjoyed each others company, but our relationship never got beyond the friendly cuddle stage.

Since finishing college as a mature student she had found a new and very attractive confidence, able to question subjects that before she would have run a mile from, and now she was 'grilling' me about my predilection for dominance, which she had known about but had never shown the slightest interest in before.

'What possible pleasure can you get from tying or being tied up and having someone mess about with you'

My only defense at this moment was 'you have to have the courage to try it to see how it affects you'.

The conversation went along those lines for some time and as the evening wore on we moved to the settee and she put lit candles on the table and the mantle and we settled into an even more relaxed mood, the wine and dim lights working their mellow magic.

"Just take my word, it is one of those things you have to try", I had run out of justifications and knew I was resorting to 'because I say so'.

"No, I can't see any fun in it at all". Her words were ever so slightly slurred so I took all my courage in both hands and said "if you won't try it give it a go in your imagination". This seemed to give her food for thought. "What, you mean like masturbation?" "No" I replied "a little more imaginative than that".

With mounting excitement I explained what I had in mind.

"Close your eyes", she was lounging on the opposite end of the settee with her feet up between us. She gave me a long questioning look which I repaid with an 'I dare you' look.

She closed her eyes and lent her head back on the settee arm. "Ok, lets see what it's like"

In for a penny in for a pound, I started speaking in a tone I imagined a hypnotist might use.

"You are with someone you trust completely, you are warm, comfortable and relaxed". She purred and settled into the cushions on her back with her knees raised between us.

"Take yourself into your bedroom, you are laid on your bed naked, your wrists are fastened above you to the bed head and your legs to the bottom posts, wide apart: you have a blindfold over your eyes".

A gentle smile played around her lips, her body limp and relaxed.

"A movement at the bottom of the bed tells you where he is, a gentle touch against your ankle which starts slowly to wend its way up the inside of your open legs".

An almost imperceptible movement of her bottom pressing into the cushions told me she was along for the ride.

"It is starting to dawn on you that your really are unable to do anything and your tormentor really is in control. His warm palms stroke the inside of your thighs and you can just feel the touch of his finger against the hair surrounding your pussy".

I watched her face as closely as I could, as she slowly sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her imagination joining the game. Her hands had found their way to the front of her hips where they rested lightly, ready, I thought, to move.

Some of the candles glowing round the room were scented and their aromas were melting into the mood and seemed to be making all my nerve ends tingle, I hoped it was the same for her.

I looked at her laid there and tried to keep myself under control, this was after all her fantasy.

A few moments had passed since I last spoke.

"Go on". Her whisper had a note of demand about it, so I did as I was told.

"As his fingers trail little circles on your thigh you feel another movement as he leans forwards and lightly kisses your navel, after the kiss his tongue stays and makes small circles on your tummy and those circles slowly, so slowly, move down. His fingers are still stroking your thigh, his tongue is coming to meet them, and their meeting place, well now how is that feeling?"

Being brought into the script caught her on the hop. "Wet and warm". She breathed the words rather than said them. 

Her hands had now moved to her crotch and she was pressing rhythmically against the seam on her jeans.

"Go on". This with more urgency than last time.

"You feel a firm touch on your nipple, his thumb and fore finger squeeze and roll the bud between them".

A very slight but definite moan escaped her lips as more pressure was applied to her crotch.

"His fingers and lips meet, his tongue finds your clitoris, his finger slides into your pussy, slow, slow movements, your nipple being squeezed in his other hand"

I could no longer see her face; her head was pushed back over the arm of the settee. I could tell she was going on her own way.

Her hands were now both playing, one having unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, the other had found its way into her blouse and was making free with her nipples.

"Please". She whispered the word to me, demanding I continue 

"The wet warmth of his tongue is flicking round your clitoris, two fingers are working in and out of your pussy, his other hand is caressing your nipples, the wetness from your pussy is running down across your anus".

As I watched her hips started to rise, her breathing stopped and her legs came together trapping her hand. She seemed ready to burst when she let out a long groan and curled up rolling towards me. I put my arms around her and held her as her orgasm continued to shake her body. She pushed her face into my shoulder and eventually whispered "wow".

When she had come down a little she move round so she was sitting between my legs leaning against me.

She smiled a wicked little smile and said, "You obviously enjoyed that too".

I circled her with my arms ignoring the remark and asked "Now what did you do wrong"

She looked at me with a slight frown. "Nothing, it was lovely". But it was clear another thought had hit her.

Her eyes were shinning and kept hold of mine in anticipation of what was to come.

"No, you were supposed to be tied, unable to move, instead you, well you moved" I said in an accusing tone.

Her smile had a kitten like quality as she said, "Well what are you going to do about it?"

Just Imagine



It's been a long day, so, pull up a chair and have a seat, but first...take off all your clothes so I can make you feel better. Spread your legs and let me crawl in closer to you...can you feel your huge cock and balls laid between my warm breasts as I softly rub my hands up your stomach and across your chest...look into my eyes, they're begging you to lean forward and let me have a taste of your mouth...I feel your hands under my chin and on my neck as you gently pull me up closer to your mouth...my pussy starts to twitch as your tongue pushes in past my lips...I have to fight the urge to suck on your tongue as you tease me with it, pushing it deep into mouth making me open wider as your tongue caress mine and then right when I'm totally lost in my hunger for you...you pull it back delighting in how I chase after it...hearing my soft whimper only has you smiling to yourself as you push it back in and let me suck hungrily on it...you know I can't resist...you know how much I love sucking and tasting.

I can feel the blood pulsing threw your cock as you push it harder between my breast. The head is swollen and throbbing, calling my mouth to it. You lean back and watch as I take and squeeze my breast tighter together, stroking your cock between them. I watch each time your cock surfaces the top of them, waiting until I see the pre-cum soaking its head...I can feel you watching me as my breath shortens with the first ooze of your juices...leaning down, I lick my candy from the head of your cock...the taste only fuels my desire and hunger to fill my mouth with that huge and thick cock...my mouth waters as I push the head in slowly...it releases more juices for me, driving me to start stroking up and down and with each stroke I take you deeper into my mouth. 

My mouth is watering so much you can feel the wetness running down on your balls. I feel you moving to meet each one of my strokes...you know that if you put your hands on the back of my head and softly message and caress me with each stroke, you can gently ease all that huge cock deep into my throat. I know I can trust you...you'll control your own pleasures and desires, resisting the urge to stroke my mouth hard and fast. Once I have you all the way in, you relax and let me have my pleasures as I push against you trying to force you deeper...my tongue presses and strokes against the back of your cock as I give into my every urge to swallow... every muscle in my pussy starts to throb. Each time my throat closes down on that huge cock my fingers expand and contract as my hands knead the tops of your thighs...just like a cat being stroked. I can feel your cock as it starts to pump it's cum up closer to the head...you know I can't stop myself, so you pull my head up, I whine as you take my cock from me, but you know my pussy needs it too...

I gasp as you reach down and touch my swollen clit...a smile spreads across your face as you know only you can ignite my passion this way...my body trembles as you cup my pussy into one hand, pressing the heel against my clit, your fingers find my silky wetness allowing them to slide in with ease. My back arches as my hips thrust forward pressing harder against your hand. I feel your other hand trail softly down my spin and lightly over my ass checks as you take one of my aching nipples between your lips. Your fingers stroking in and out of me as your hand messages my pussy, your tongue flickering across my hard nipple...I feel you reaching in to find my wetness as your fingers pull the juices to my ass, when you have it nice and wet, your fingers press in as you tease me to loosen for you. I'm moaning now and my mouth has started to water again, I take my hand and slide it in behind yours against my pussy...you let me slide my fingers in beside yours...you know what I want, what I need...you raise your head and watch as I bring my fingers up to my lips...I see the fire in your eyes as you watch me tasting my own cum, as I start to suck on my fingers, I can feel your fingers pressing harder against my ass...your other hand messages me harder and faster...the first waves of my orgasm have me panting and moaning as my pussy muscles contract pulling tighter around your fingers. I feel you push your finger into my tight ass sending shock waves of pleasure soaring through my body. 

You bring your mouth back to mine as I grab hold of your cock and start to stroke it...you fill my mouth with your tongue as your hands work to push me to another orgasm...I can hear the wetness as your fingers work in and out of my pussy. You know I'm ready for you now...You lean back as I straddle that cock, rubbing it between my wet pussy lips before I put the head of it in...easing myself down as your thickness forces my pussy to spread and let all of your huge cock inside me...you hold my hips, moving with me to force yourself deeper into my pussy until I sigh with the last thrust, feeling your hairs rub against my bare pussy, my clit is twitching, pushing me to grind harder against you...I feel yours hands grab my ass checks pulling me into a slow rhythm as you work that huge cock in and out of my creamy pussy...you feel me reach back with my hand to feel your massiveness pumping and working to fill me...it so wet... my cum has your legs and balls drench...I run my slippery fingers up through my ass and I can't resist rubbing and pressing on my asshole...Your watching me, looking up into my eyes, as I suck the fingers on my other hand...you know me...you know what I want, so you rub your fingers through my wet pussy, feeling yourself stroking me, when your fingers are wet and dripping you bring them to my mouth, teasing me, you rub them across my lips leaving traces of the sweet juices...I grab your hand, holding on to your wrist as I suck all the juices off them...I feel the head of your cock pulsating, ready to fill me with your warm cum...my pussy muscles tighten like a hand gripping that huge cock...your head swells bigger as my pussy ignites into spasms of snatching and pulling at your massiveness...I push your fingers deep into my throat as you thrust harder and faster into my aching pussy...I can feel when that huge cock explodes and fills me with my reward.........I told you, it's been a long day!



Just Imagine It



Hello again

This one ended up a little longer than I meant it to, and I thought about splitting it into several chapters, but the ending really needs you to read it at one go. (or at least I think so)

No heavy sex scenes, just a bit now and then when the plot requires it, so if you need long explicit sex in your stories, then maybe this isn't for you.

I think it is realistic in regards the actions of the 'hero'

He is just an ordinary sort of chap, not an SAS soldier, and never been in the US 'SEALS', and seeks his revenge as such, as most (but not all) of us probably really would if we could. In fact the story was inspired by something that I once really did to someone who crossed me earlier in my life, not involving a woman, but in my case there was only two staircases involved and not five hundred. (I hope that's got you thinking? A staircase fetish – That's a new one!)

All comments welcome. I love 'em, but please don't vote me down just because you don't like one of the characters. It is just a story after all.

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Just imagine it.

Many of you will have been there.

Last year at school, testosterone kicking in like mad, and your girl friend is one of the prettiest girls at your school.

Both still virgins, a state that you desperately wish to bring to an end, but she is adamant that you won't. At least not with her!

'She' was Fiona Martin, a pretty little blonde, about average height with a nice slim figure and breasts that I had watched fill out over the last few years, though I hadn't yet got as far as feeling them, at least not inside her bra. I'd touched her legs, her thighs, and had once nearly touched her panties, only to have my hand snatched away just as I thought I was about to experience heaven.

She was much fancied by all the lads at our school, but I was cock-a-hoop that she had chosen me, even though I thought it was perhaps more because I was in the first team at rugby and the school champion at tennis than because of my looks or my charm.

She played tennis as well, and was really quite good, so I had introduced her to the club I played for in our suburb of London. 

It was a good club, with five courts, four grass courts by the clubhouse, and a hard-court, which was less popular, just up by the side of the railway lines. Since I played for the club, the first team even, I was allowed on the grass courts, though when I played with my friends we usually had to use the hard-court, leaving the better courts for the seniors. 

I guess Fiona enjoyed the fact that when we played together, as long as it wasn't too crowded, we could play on the grass. Somehow it meant she could lord it a little over some of her girl friends, and I benefited from that to some extent.

Another person who came to feature in my life was Tod Harding, my doubles partner at the club, and easily one of the best players there. It was him who had asked me to play with him earlier that year in the club tournament, and I was somewhat flattered to be asked, and very pleased when we won it. We became a regular pairing, winning most of our matches against other clubs, as Fiona and I got to know him and his wife Sheila quite well. 

We were both eighteen by then, and they were six or seven years older, with a lovely little fair haired girl of six who Fiona and I used to baby-sit for them quite often when they went out.

We thought it an excellent arrangement, as we would have the house, and indeed the sofa to ourselves for the evening, and it was on that very sofa that I eventually got Fiona to allow me to feel her lovely breasts. She wouldn't actually take her top off, but several times I got it undone and even managed to unclip her bra. Her gasps as I tweaked her nipples was a monumental moment for me, and at last I felt as if I was getting somewhere with her. 

But I wasn't ____ That was as far as she let me go, which wasn't helped by Tod and Sheila's sly remarks when they came home each time, jokingly asked us whether we'd had a good time, assuming, I suspect that we had gone far further than we had.

Everything seemed to be fine, till I had a run of really good luck on the tennis court, and ended up matched against Tod in the final of the club singles.

He expected to win.

Everyone else expected him to win.

Even I half expected him to win.

It didn't work out like that though, and I not only beat him, but also took him in two straight sets.

The young contender had defeated the old champion, and a few of the old stagers at the club were a bit put out. Quite a few of them ribbed Tod about losing, and he didn't take it well.

His attitude towards me seemed to change from that day on, though I never imagined quite the effect it would have on me for such a large chunk of my life.

It was after that event that Tod started to take an un-natural interest in Fiona. Sheila always gave me a peck on the cheek after we had finished baby sitting, and Tod had always done more or less the same to my girl friend. However that began to change and firstly Tod started to see us to the door, and once out of Sheila's sight would put his arm round Fiona, then give her a kiss. That progressed to him holding her tight, and the kiss becoming longer and longer.

I was quite jealous, but very young and inexperienced at the time, so I bit my tongue and said nothing to Tod, even though it screwed me up inside as I stood there watching them, waiting for what seemed ages for them to finish their cuddle, and break from their clutch. 

Clenching my fists as I watched him kiss her, as his hand sliding down to her bottom and pulling her even closer into him.

Of course I mentioned it to Fiona, telling her it made me uncomfortable, but she laughed at me and told me not to be silly, insisting there was nothing in it and that I was making a fuss about nothing.

Trouble was, she blushed when she said it, making it bloody obvious that it wasn't that innocent.

Then one Saturday after Tod and I had just beaten another pair, he asked me a question that embarrassed the hell out of me, as we sat alone in the changing rooms of the tennis club.

"What's Fiona like in bed then Tim?"

Just like that with no warning at all. I flustered and went red, not knowing what to answer. After all, I had no idea, so I just shrugged my shoulders, which he took the wrong way.

"Not so good then Tim," he went on. "Surprising as she looks such a hot little number and has a lovely little body."

"No I didn't mean she wasn't any good," I replied still flustered and totally out of my depth. "What I meant was......"

I stuttered to a halt, still not knowing what to say.

"That I should mind my own business perhaps?" butted in Tod before I could say anything further. 

"No Tod," I answered the older more worldly man, not wishing to slight him. "It's just that ___ shit, I'm not used to talking about that sort of thing really."

Tod laughed, but not at me, not to embarrass me. Or so I thought.

"Well she can certainly kiss," Tod went on next. "The little minx stuck her tongue down my throat when we were saying goodnight last Thursday."

I gulped and must have turned a deeper shade of red.

"I suppose you taught her that Tim," he carried on seemingly unaware that I was fighting to breath properly. "You certainly taught her well. I could have fucked her myself if Sheila hadn't been around."

We laughed together like two grown men might when discussing such things, though I was totally out of my depth, and my laughter was strained.

Not surprising as Fiona, my girl friend, not his, had never once kissed me like that!

"And those lovely tits. They're not very big but Christ are they firm. I suppose you like feeling them don't you?" Tod demanded next.

He was teasing me of course, taking advantage of my inexperience to ask personal questions that he would not have dared ask an older guy. I didn't realize that, just had to accept it, but at least I was on firmer ground by then.

"Yes," I answered trying to sound confident, trying to match his maturity. "They do feel good. Really good."

Well they did.

"Well they certainly felt bloody nice the other night when I was saying goodnight to her Tim," he teased me. "Really nice little handful they were, and maybe next time I'll get you to look out for Sheila, and I'll get her blouse undone so I can have a proper feel."

My insides went like concrete, and I couldn't speak as he confirmed my worst suspicions about how far Fiona had let him go with her.

"Likes you to suck them does she Tim?" He next demanded, an amused smile on his face, putting me on the spot yet again, not letting up.

"OK I suppose," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, trying to pretend that it was something that I did regularly even though it was something I'd never done in my life, never mind with Fiona.

"I bet her nipples taste good Tim," he went on, though by now I was squirming in my seat, praying for him to stop. I just wanted him to shut up and I'd had enough, but didn't know how to stop the conversation. "They feel as if they do when she squashes them up against my chest," he continued. "They feel so hard and erect that I can feel them scraping me through my shirt."

I felt like bursting into tears. I was big enough, a shade over six foot and well built with all the tennis and rugby I played, but Tod was a man when I was still really a schoolboy, and I couldn't stand up to him either physically or mentally, so I had to accept his teasing, and had to listen to him telling me how my girl had apparently rubbed her sexy little body up against him, rubbing her crotch hard against his thigh as he pushed back against her, when she had never done that to me.

Somehow he knew that I had never actually got that far with Fiona, and I could only assume that it was her that had told him.

I squirmed as I tried to imagine when and how, that conversation may have taken place.

Pissed off doesn't half describe it. I felt inadequate, humiliated, totally humiliated, and decided that Tod was not the friend that I had thought him to be. I didn't really like him at all.

It was odd because my father didn't like his, though I'd never found out why, only that it was something to do with my mother when she had been younger. It was awkward for Dad because Tod's family owned the biggest building firm in the area, and since Dad ran a small carpentry firm, employing three men to make doors and windows and things, he could hardly not deal with Tod's father even though it so obviously grieved him to do so.

Like father like son, I was to find out to my cost.

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I took Fiona to task but as usual she brushed my worries aside.

"OK so I've had his tongue in my mouth," she admitted. "But it wasn't me who started it, it was him ____ we did it in front of you Tim, So what's the big deal?"

"But you don't let me do that," I complained, a little pathetically.

"You've never even tried," she retorted angrily. "You wouldn't have the faintest idea how to ___ not like Tod, he's a real man," and I was beaten for words. "There's lots of things you've never tried ____ why don't you grow up and stop complaining?"

There were lots of things I had tried, because I'd hardly got to first base with her, and instead of shutting up I told her that he'd told me he had felt her tits.

She just shrugged her shoulders, making no attempt to deny it.

"You be careful," I warned her. "He threatened to get inside your blouse next time."

"Really," she replied, suddenly grinning widely. "That will be worth waiting for. I can hardly wait."

The next few days were terrible. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I just felt inadequate, bettered by an older more experienced man.

It came to head.

Well of course it did, like it always does.

We'd been asked to baby-sit their daughter again while they went out to some function. They'd been gone about an hour, and I was still trying to get something on with Fiona, though things were actually going better than normal. She's let me get her blouse undone most of the way down, and though she wouldn't let me undo her bra, I had been allowed to slip my hand inside it, and feel the silkiness of her firm breast, and even toyed with the erect nipple that Tod had talked about.

It was the first time.

This was as far as I had ever got and it was still early in the evening. With the way Fiona was reacting to my caresses, things were looking good.

Then we heard a car pull up outside, and there was a desperate scramble to get her clothing straightened up before whoever it was rang the bell or came in.

It was Tod of course, telling us that Sheila had forgotten some papers she needed, and that he'd come back to get them for her.

"Haven't interrupted anything have I," he asked, laughing as if he'd made a big joke.

I was about to say no, when Fiona butted in with, "Fat chance of that."

That really pissed me off putting me down like that, especially in front of Tod, who I was still annoyed at from the other day.

Tod smiled and disappeared upstairs, I guessed looking for whatever he had come back for. I tried to cuddle up to Fiona, but she pushed me off impatiently, almost as if she'd lost interest in me and didn't want her precious Tod to come back and find her cuddling me.

"Tim," Tod said as he walked back into the room. "Sorry old boy, but the little one sounded as if she was awake. Can you pop up and settle her down for me, as I've got to get off."

"OK," I replied, reluctantly raising myself from the sofa, and made my way out of the room, and up to his daughter's bedroom. At least he'd soon be gone and I could get on with my quest to get Fiona to open up.

"Hi Tim," the little six year old beamed at me as I entered her room. She was obviously wide-awake even though her eyes were droopy. "Read me a story please Tim, read me my favorite one about the little green turtle."

I'd already read her one earlier, but she was such a sweet little girl that reading another was no hardship. I started the story about the little green turtle, hardly needing to read the words, as I knew it so well by then. 

"How come you're awake sweetie," I asked her, as I saw her eyes drooping again.

"Daddy woke me up," the child said. "He woke me up and then said he'd ask you to come up and read to me."

It took a just a few awful moments for the implications to sink in, but another ten minutes to settle her down, while my insides churned and a red haze misted up my sight.

'Out of the mouths of children' as they say.

At last I kissed her on the forehead, tucked her in, and rushed from the room, leaping down the stairs, two or three at the time, and bursting back into the living room.

The bastard. 

Fiona leapt up from the sofa, turned her back on me, and made a poor attempt at hiding the fact that she was fumbling to do up the buttons to her blouse. That was the second time in less than half an hour.

The bastard.

Tod looked up at me grinning, not the slightest sign of embarrassment or guilt on his face.

"You're right Tim," he said at last. "Great pair of tits, nice and firm and hard little nipples, Just like you told me."

Fiona looked round at me in disgust.

"You pig," she screamed at me. "You disgusting pig. Don't I mean anything to you? You tell everyone what I let you do?'"

I was lost, yet again out of my depth, and not knowing what to say or how to handle it. I'd caught that bastard touching up my girl, and suddenly it was all my fault.

"Come on Fiona, don't over-react," broke in Tod after an awkward silence, the grin still on his face. "Come back here and sit down.

Fiona glared at me, tossed her head making her hair swirl, and went back and sat back down beside Tod, deliberately looking away from me as she leant up against him, snuggling up to him.

I watched in disbelief as he put his arm around her, and she turned her head towards him, their lips meeting in a long sensuous kiss, that seemed to go on and on.

I squirmed uncomfortably, my chest tightening, as I watched his hand slide inside her blouse and then into her bra onto her bare flesh, till at last he flipped the buttons of her blouse open, and pulled her bra up above her lovely breasts.

He simply cupped them, lifting them up as if to display them to me, breaking off from their kiss at last, and grinning up at me, as I stood there, looking at my semi-naked girl friend, furious but impotent.

It was the first time I had actually seen my girl friend's bare breasts, and they was cupped in another man's hand.

I was gutted, completely gutted.

I had no idea what to do ____ not a clue. 

I was lost in a situation that I couldn't handle, and just stood there totally humiliated, the bottom having dropped out of my world.

It seemed to last for so long, just went on and on, as he kissed her again and played with her tits, stroking themin front of me and rubbing her hard nipples between his fingers as Fiona gasped aloud, reacting to his actions, the pair of them apparently oblivious to my presence or my feelings.

And I just stood there watching, my eyes misting up in frustration. Not knowing whether to run away and hide, or physically attack the pair of them.

Stop it! ___ For Christ's sake stop it! My insides cried out, but I couldn't bring myself to form the words.

By then he had both her breasts right out, her blouse right off and her bra undone and draped down her arms.

And still I continued to just stand there, watching, unable to tear my gaze away from my girl friend being slowly undressed in front of my eyes.

Next he slid his hand up her leg and under her short skirt, massaging her thighs as he worked his way up.

"Oh my God ___ Oh Tod...!" cried out my girl, panting and throwing her head back in abandon, gasping aloud as his fingers obviously slipped inside her panties, making no attempt to stop him unlike she had been doing to me for the last seven months.

"Why don't you go get yourself a beer or something Tim," Tod suggested, an annoyed tone to his voice, obviously just wanting to get me out of the way.

I shook my head, unable to say anything as the tears welled up inside me. He just shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'your problem', and then started to ease her panties down over her hips till they were half way down her thighs, and then finally slipping them down till they were around her ankles.

A few moments longer, and I could stand it no longer, crying aloud, "STOP! ____ Stop it the pair of you for Christ's sake."

Tod looked up at me, that self satisfied smile on his face, as he continued to finger my girl friend, quite deliberately lifting her skirt right up to expose her naked pussy to me, her blonde pubic hairs more abundant than I imagined they would have been. She gasped and squealed and wriggled her slender body as he fondled her, lost in her passion, and uncaring that her skirt had risen up to her waist, and that I could quite clearly see his two fingers sunk half way into her wet pussy, between her now wide open legs.

I'd never seen it before. That was the problem; I'd never seen her bare pussy before, and I couldn't take my eyes off it, or the clear liquid that had started to ooze out of it between his fingers each time he thrust them slowly into her. It was erotic maybe, but hardly the best way to see my girl friend's pussy for the first time ever.

Fiona was lost to the world, squirming around on the sofa as he fingered her, squealing out each time he pushed a little deeper into her.

"Ok, You're right Tim," called Tod callously at last. "I've got to get back to my loving wife I suppose."

With that he slid his fingers slowly out of Fiona's pussy, gently playing with what I now know to be her clitoris, then squeezed her bare breast one last time, before standing up, leaving her to slump down on the sofa exhausted.




Just Imagine It



"See you later then Tim," Tod remarked casually, ignoring Fiona behind him. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do will you." Then ignoring the pair of us, walked out of the house, got back in his car and drove off.

The bastard. He just walked out and left the two of us like that.

What happened then?

I can hardly remember it. Couldn't make sense of it.

I went over to her, not knowing whether I was going to try to carry on from where he'd left of, cuddle her, slap her or what. But she pushed me off, shouting at me, screaming at me, accusing me, and calling me names. Saying that all I was interested in was her body, in sex. That I didn't value her, didn't care for her. 

I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

It was her that should have been ashamed, but I found myself apologizing, telling her I was sorry, asking her to forgive me, though I had no idea what for.

God what a terrible humiliating experience it all was.

She made me leave the room while she pulled her clothes back on, and then we sat the rest of the evening on opposite sides of the room in almost silence. Every time I tried to speak she told me to shut up, telling me to grow up and be more like Tod. I wanted to get up and leave but couldn't, so I just sat there, reliving in my mind how casually Tod had violated my girl-friend, and how she had made no attempt to stop him.

It was awful ____ Awful!

Tod and Sheila were quite late that night of all nights, and Tod insisted on running us home as it was so dark, though he'd never offered that before.

We both got into his car without saying a word, it seeming to be accepted that she got in the front with him, while I got in the back.

My temper started rising again as Fiona snuggled up against him, and he drove with one arm round her shoulders, his hand ending up somewhere that I couldn't make out, and didn't want to think about.

I knew we would have to pass her house first, and I resolved to get out there with her, and have it out with her, as walking home from her house to mine afterwards would be no big thing. I was working out what I would say to her as we approached her street, not sure what to say or how to handle it I was so confused. But he didn't so much as slow down, just carried on past, and before I knew it he had stopped outside my house, and looked round at me, waiting for me to get out.

"Good night Tim," he said pointedly when I didn't make a move.

"Why didn't you drop Fiona off first?" I demanded.

"Before, afterwards, what's the difference," Tod replied. "I've got to go past her house on the way back anyway."

"I'll come back with you and walk home from there," I ventured, feeling stupid and pathetic, even as I said it.

"Tim," shouted Fiona at me angrily without so much as turning round to face me. "Just get out of the bloody car and go home, will you."

Tod shrugged his shoulders at me, as if it was none of his doing, and slowly, unhappily, I unwound and slid out of the car, slamming the door behind me as hard as I could.

"Goodnight Fiona," I called through the open window to her. "See you tomorrow at school."

"Yer, sure," she responded without enthusiasm, not even looking round at me as she snuggled up even closer to Tod, casually undoing the top button of her blouse, even as I watched them prepare to drive off.

I found myself stood on the pavement with my stomach in turmoil, tears in my eyes, as I watched him drive off with her, with my girl friend, wondering where they would stop and what they'd get up to now he had her on her own, and what excuse he would give to his wife, as to why it took so long to drop us off.

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The next day at school Fiona greeted me as if nothing had happened, and though I tried to play it cool, she soon had me twisted round her finger as usual, even at last admitting that she was sorry for the previous evening, though she wouldn't talk about what she had got up to, or promise that she wouldn't see him again.

A week later and it was the end of term, the end of school for us eighteen year olds, who would all be going off to University, or starting jobs. There was, as always, an end of year ball, when all the six formers dressed up in their finery and acted like grown up sophisticated adults.

Fiona's assumption that I had forgiven her and take her to the ball got my goat. I made it clear that I hadn't made my mind up if I was even going, which upset her, and that if I did who I would be going with. 

Bloody hell, that really wound her up. She got really upset at the thought that all her friends would think I had dumped her just like, and what it would do to her ego.

For the first time ever in our relationship, it seemed that I held the whip hand.

"You've got to take me Tim," she insisted. "I've got my dress, and there's no other decent boys available ____ Who else would you go with anyway?"

"Wendy Phillips has asked if I'm free," I told her, a complete fabrication, but I knew how they hated one another.

Fiona frowned, looking as if she was about to burst into tears, but I just stood there looking at her, enjoying her humiliation for a change.

"Tim," she whispered at last, clearly wondering how to persuade me. "I was planning to let you go a bit further the night after the ball. I thought you loved me, and I haven't always been too willing to let you get close to me."

"How close?" I demanded, enjoying my rare moment of superiority over her.

"Further than I've let you get before Tim," she promised instantly, smiling up at me a mixture of desperation and hope on her face. "Honestly, I promise."

"As far as you let Tod get the other night?" I pushed her, enjoying the fact that it was now her squirming.

"What I do with Tod is none of your damn business," she shot back at me, suddenly angry, glaring at me as if this was all my fault again. 

I said nothing, just stood looking at her, waiting for her to carry on.

"OK," she said at last. "I'll let you get my top off; right off, bra and all. But that's all, no more. What Tod did is nothing to do with you."

What a cow _____ what a slut.

My feelings for Fiona had changed, but I'd waited all bloody year to get at her tits properly, so wasn't about to give this chance a miss.

"OK," I agreed at last. "I'll take you. But only as long as I get your top off before the end of the evening. 

Fiona smiled at me, and I would have mistaken it for a loving smile till a short while ago, before I realized what a scheming bitch she was.

Even then she cheated me at the end of the dance, but at least I got further with her than I had ever done before, getting the top of her dress right down, though she never did let me take her bra right off. 

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It should have ended there of course, and if I'd been older and wiser then it would have. But she played me throughout the long summer while we waited to go off to university.

A few times we still baby-sitted Tod's daughter, and it was obvious that there was something going on between the two of them, just by the way they looked at one another, though they never pulled any stunts like they had the last time in front of me.

It was a hot summer's evening in August, out of the blue she rang me up and invited me back to her house when her parents were out, something she'd never done before. She didn't mess about, slipping out of her dress as soon as I arrived, then undoing her bra and dropping it by the side of her. I couldn't believe my luck, and had no idea why I'd suddenly got lucky. It did occur to me that maybe Tod had dumped her, and she was getting him back. Obviously something had happened between them.

Before I knew it she took me by the hand and led me up to her bedroom, the sight of her near naked body in front of me sending me crazy, her shapely bottom hardly covered by a tiny slip of panties just inches from my face. Then she slipped out of her panties, and lay on the bed, her legs already splayed, encouraging me to join her, urging me to get undressed.

I had a moment of panic, fumbling with my clothes as the reality set in that I was about to do it for the first time. This was what I have dreamed of for so long and I had no real idea what I was doing, but fortunately she did. She knew what it was all about all right, and as she guided me through my first actual sex act, I should have guessed that Tod had long since introduced her to the wonders of full sex.

There wasn't much foreplay, hardly a kiss, and she didn't even trust me to touch her beforehand, frightened that I might not be able to control myself and shoot my load off before we'd even started. 

Like the novice I was, I stood there spellbound, watching her touching herself between the legs to get herself lubricated. She'd been right of course, as simply watching her do that nearly made me cum before I'd even begun.

Then she was ready, and she instructed me to slide in between her legs, taking my rock hard cock in her hand and guiding it carefully towards the wetness between her legs.

"Hey Tim," Fiona found time to remark with a genuine smile on her face as she held my cock in her hand, a touch of surprised admiration in her voice. "Really not bad. Not bad at all."

And then I did it. 

We did it, did it together.

The very first time for me, but lord knows how many times it was for her by then.

I had always imagined in my innocence that it would be a bit like wanking but better, and I'd certainly done enough of that since I'd been going out with Fiona. But it wasn't, not at all, and I could hardly believe the sensation as my prick slipped so effortlessly into the depths of her sex.

How warm it felt, how tight, how completely engulfed my cock felt when sunk inside of her. The incredible feeling of her hot flesh surrounding mine was beyond my control, and despite my best efforts to take it more slowly, within moments I was pumping her hard for all I was worth, while she shook under me, gasping out, screaming at me for more. 

It couldn't last and it didn't. I emptied my full load into her as I came to an incredible climax.

Condom? Never thought about one. She was the one leading us on, and she's never so much as mentioned using one.

I guess it was wonderful.

Loosing your virginity to a girl who knew what she was doing should be, and I wanted to hold her and cuddle her afterwards.

"Wow Tim," Fiona said to me at last after she'd pushed me off her. "That was pretty good ___ Better than I'd expected."

Then she leapt up off the bed, and scooted out of the room, calling back to me that she was off to the bathroom.

Obviously she'd enjoyed it, but there wasn't exactly a lot of warm afterglow there.

I lay there for a while regaining my senses. At last I was no longer a virgin, and I'd done it with Fiona. I felt great, a man at last, and it wasn't my first thought, but I felt that maybe I'd got one back over Tod.

I imagined the hours of unbridled sex that I would be enjoying for the rest of the summer, now that we'd done it. How I'd now be able to grin knowingly at my pals when the talk turned to sex.

Getting up I went to find Fiona who had been gone some minutes, leant over the banister, and heard her whispering into the telephone. I just caught the end of her conversation.

"Yes we've done it," I heard her say. "He'll think it's him _____Love you."

"Who you talking to?" I called out, making no sense of her conversation, hoping we might be able to try it again straight away."

Fiona looked up in surprise, her face flushed.

"Susan," she said at last, referring to one of her girl friends from school. Then she hesitated, thinking what to say. "I just had to tell her what a great lover you are Tim."

Didn't make much sense but who cared ____ it seemed I was a great lover. I always knew I would be a great lover of course, doesn't every lad, but it was fantastic to hear Fiona say it. I even persuaded her to come back to the bed where we tried it out a few times more. It just got better and better, and I knew that Tod would no longer be a problem between the two of us.



The next three weeks or so she was all over me, all modesty forgotten as we kissed and cuddled and made love whenever we could find somewhere private.

It was a fantastic time, and I felt myself falling deeply in love, Fiona's mistakes with Tod a thing of the past. Started to plan in my mind how I would be able to see her when we both went off to our own universities. I was sure she would want to continue to see me, unlikely to find another man who suited her so well.

What glorious sweet times they were.

Then suddenly one day, totally out of the blue, she dropped me.

I went to her house to pick her up, and she told me to bugger off. She had other things to do and we were finished.

I was broken hearted, and couldn't understand what had happened, holding back my tears like a real man should as I tried to work out what I'd said or done wrong.

I tried to ring her several times, but she wouldn't talk to me, her parents telling me they were sorry, but that they couldn't make her come to the phone.

One evening, not for the first time, I moped around outside her house hoping to catch a glimpse of her, maybe even to talk to her to find out what had gone wrong. At last she came out looking so hot in a tiny blue mini skirt, high heels and a tight fitting white top that even from where I was standing hardly hid the shape of her lovely trim body. 

She didn't see me as I hid behind a bush, but I followed her, skulking along the road behind her, trying to pluck up the courage to call out to her. Hoping I could persuade her to carry on with our relationship.

Then the BMW pulled up alongside her, and her face lit up as she leant inside the open window and gave the driver a lingering kiss. Before I knew it she had jumped inside with him and he pulled away, leaving me standing there on my own yet again.

It was Tod's car of course.

She'd dropped me for Tod, and I thought that they had finished. I guess he had called her, and she'd gone running to him. I'd been feeling low before, but my spirit just crashed as I stood there, the rain starting to come down and drench me, though I hardly noticed it, the rain mingling and at least camouflaging the odd tear that I could no longer hold back.

In desperation I sought out Susan, her best friend to see if she could help, but what she told me flattened me even further, and destroyed my faith in women for some time to come. As bad as Fiona had proved to be, I just couldn't believe that she would have used me like that.

"Wasn't me she rang that night," Susan told me when I questioned her. "I remember it well as that was the day she'd told me she'd missed her period _____ She was really worried about it at the time."

I looked at Susan stunned, trying to piece together what she was telling me.

"You mean Fiona was pregnant Susan?" I demanded in a trance.

"Not necessarily," she answered casually, as if this situation was common to her. "But she was really worried she might be ____ Strange though, we all assumed it was that older guy that had been screwing her all summer. She never stopped bragging about how often they had sex and all the positions they had tried, and the rest of us girls got really fed up with her boasting about it ____ Had no idea that it might be you though Tim. Us girls all thought you'd been a bit of a wimp, but by the sound of it you really weren't."

Not what I wanted to hear exactly, but at least Susan looked at me a bit differently now she knew I'd been screwing Fiona as well. She now knew I wasn't a wimp, and soon enough most of the local girls would as well if I knew Susan. That might open further possibilities for the rest of the summer. 

I thanked Susan, and stumbled off, my mind in a whirl, the truth of my passionate few weeks with Fiona now abundantly clear.

'Yes we've done it,' she'd said on the telephone that night. "He'll think it's him."

It wasn't Susan that she'd been talking to ___ it was Tod. She'd even told him she loved him, but I was so bowled over by loosing my virginity that it had passed right over my head.

She was telling him that we'd had sex, and that if she was pregnant, then I was to get the blame.

She'd been lovey-dovey with me for nearly three weeks just in case, and then dumped me like a stone when she'd had another period and discovered she wasn't pregnant after all.

Back in those days pregnancy kits didn't exist, and abortion was still illegal.

I felt such a fool. Humiliated by the pair of them yet again.

What bastards they were, the pair of them. I hated them, detested the pair of them.

But then I thought about it, reflected on what had gone on, and I fairly soon got over it. It's so much easier to get over these things when you're young.

There were plenty of other pretty girls around and I'd had a free fuck. I'd had several in fact, and if anything the joke was on Fiona.

But what a bastard that Tod was. That I could never forget. I couldn't do much about it, but I'd never forgive him, and never forget.

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I had nothing to do with Fiona after that. I'd like to say I snubbed her, got my own back in some way, but she never gave me the opportunity, and she passed out of my life without ever speaking to me again. The last time I spoke to her at any length had been the last time I had screwed her. Seemed right somehow to me, though I doubt she even thought about it.

Oddly enough she really did get pregnant in her second year of university, and never was able to finish her studies or get her degree. She ended up married to some drop out she'd taken up with but that didn't last, and then she moved away and we all lost touch with her. No news, nothing, she just disappeared.

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I went on to get my qualification in business studies, which was quite a new subject in those days and I found myself in great demand. My career spiraled in the early years, and I was lucky to get so much good experience in how companies operated.

Then in my late twenties, I found myself faced with a decision. Dad by then had reached retiring age, and at last his business had started to mushroom, not a little he would insist, due to my input and my new ideas that I suggested.

My decision. 

Did I continue my career or take over the family business. There was no decision really, and I threw myself into building up the business, taking on new staff and buying in new high technology equipment. Within several years we were the biggest manufacturer of windows and doors in the area, and planning to go national.

It was during this time that I met Janice, who started as my assistant, and then became my wife. Janice was a couple of years younger than me, pretty and petite, with dark hair and a lovely slender body. Only small breasts, but they were perfect, pert and rounded with big nipples that seemed to go rock hard if I as much as looked at her.

After playing the field for a few years she was just what I was looking for. Someone I could love, someone I could trust, and look forward to spending my days with.

She even played tennis, which had continued to be the sport that I preferred, and we played regularly.

I'd joined a club near to where I lived at the time, and Janice and I often played for their first team, and we won most of our matches.

It had to happen eventually, and when we turned up for one match, who was there to play against us but good old Tod, my ex-partner, and ex tormentor. It wasn't as if we'd never seen one another since those days, as we were in the same industry, and in the same area. We still supplied stuff to his company of which he was now the boss, but the scale had changed somewhat since my Dad's days and we were no longer so dependent on them as we had been.




Just Imagine It



It was his partner that surprised me, not Sheila his wife, but a very pretty young teenage girl, with long golden hair, and long shapely legs that wouldn't have looked out of place on a super model.

"Hi Tim," she greeted me, and I did a double take.

"Hi," I replied wondering who this girl in her early teens could be.

"Hello Tim," Tod greeted me, not unfriendly, but with little warmth. "Ready for another beating are you."

"Oh Dad," the young girl reprimanded him. "Don't be so miserable."

That's who it was of course, his daughter who I had babysitted when she was younger. 

"Golly you've grown up since I last saw you." I told her, which as my wife pointed out later was the worst thing you can say to a youngster, but at least I had the pleasure of seeing Tod scowl, and she didn't actually seem to mind too much.

Won't bore you with the details of the game, but suffice to say, that at one set all, I served for the match. I aced Tod three times, and though his daughter got my serve back a couple of times we took the match.

Sweet revenge, small though it was.

As previously, he didn't take it well, grudgingly accepting my offer of a drink after the match, and buying us one back, though he didn't hang around to chat.

"Can't see why you don't like him," remarked Janice, knowing that there was no love lost between us, but not knowing the reason why.

I shrugged my shoulders as he was no longer a threat, but maybe I should have told her then. Maybe it might have saved some heartache.

My business prospered over the next few years, Janice proving to be an able partner in the business as well as a wonderful wife. Our sex life was always pretty good as well, always making sure we made time for one another despite our hectic life style. We hadn't got round to having kids, but we both somehow knew that they would come along when we were ready.

We used to take frequent holidays, often to sporty resorts like La Manga in Spain, or one of our favourites, Le Manoir de Longeveau in South West France. 

By then Janice was nearly thirty, and more beautiful than ever. She loved to flirt a little like many women do when on holiday given the chance, but it never worried me in the least. I ran my own business and considered myself a good judge of personality, and as far as I was concerned my Janice was one of the best. 

She loved dancing, and though I wasn't so keen, I loved to watch her having fun. One of our little games, that certainly spiced up our sex life, was to let her flirt with some guy on the dance floor for part of the evening, pretending maybe she was there on her own. She often left it up to me when to call it a day, and just occasionally I let her go a little bit further, especially if she signaled to me that she was really enjoying herself, and the guy didn't look too serious a threat. 

I didn't mind her cuddling up to them as the danced, and even a quick feel of her ass. I know for a fact that some of them had stolen a kiss, and suspected that more than one had squeezed her breasts, though she never admitted to it. Anyway I was never the jealous type, maybe my experience with Fiona had taught me that. And it was always me that got the benefit of her pent up feelings afterwards, when we got back to the privacy of our room.

It just worked for us, and though she made it clear she would be furious if I did the same with other women, I somehow personally never felt threatened.

She never went too far, and I never complained.

It kept her interest in herself fresh for me, and I guess it kept me on my toes.

If she had gone any further than I was happy with however, then she well knew what the consequences would be, and I made a point of reminding her of that from time to time.

Only once on holiday did she overstep the mark, but I suppose that had to happen now I look back on it.

We were at Longeveau for maybe our fourth or fifth visit, and had gone down to the lovely old village of Aubeterre where there was music playing in the old square. It was a warm evening and Janice wore a skimpy white dress that flared from the waist till it ended about mid thigh, her long, bare, sun-tanned legs looking superb in her casual high heeled sandals. The top of the dress seemed to float round her breasts, covering them, but almost suggesting otherwise.

The dress had cost a fortune in a London boutique, but it was worth it as far as I was concerned, as she just looked an absolute dream.

I really didn't want her to that night, when she asked me if she could go and find someone to flirt with on the square where they were dancing. She just looked too gorgeous, too vulnerable in that slip of a dress. 

"I'd prefer you just stayed with me," I told her, almost feeling guilty at spoiling her fun.

"Oh come on Tim," she replied merrily. "Let me go have a bit of fun ___ You'll enjoy it, and know you'll get the benefit afterwards. You know you can trust me."

I knew I could of course, but that dress ____ She just looked so bloody fantastic that my chest tightened at the thought of some other guy holding her close. It wasn't her that I didn't trust, but I knew how I would feel if a woman like that flirted with me, and I didn't trust a single one of the men round the square not to try it on with her if given the chance.

She leant over and kissed me, laughing as she skipped off, assuming that I'd acquiesced, even though I still really hadn't.

As I suspected they were like bees round a honey pot, and she danced with man after man, not allowing any of them more than a couple of dances, and throwing me frequent smiles to prove she hadn't forgotten me, and was still in control. Janice even pulled a funny face at me a few times as if to signal to me that it wasn't her fault whenever some guy tried to hold her too close, or slide his hands too obviously to cup her shapely bottom.

I was actually enjoying her having fun, not minding that some of them were dancing very close to her as there didn't seem to be anyone special. 

After forty minutes or so, she broke off from some French guy she was dancing with and came over and asked me to get her another drink. My own glass was empty, so I kissed her briefly on the lips and went off to the bar at the Hotel de France to get a beer for me, and a white wine for her. Of course it was crowded, it took me sometime to get served, and by the time I got back Janice was nowhere to be seen.

It didn't worry me of course.

Well not for ten minutes it didn't, and a short while later I got up from the table to go and find where she'd got to, but she was nowhere to be seen on the square. 

Toilets, I thought, but she would have had to pass me to get to them.

Oh shit!

That French guy, the young one in the tight tee shirt that she'd been dancing with before she'd asked me for the drink. Janice had danced with him several times during the night, and I couldn't see him either. 

One and one suddenly seemed to add up to about twelve.

I started to get desperate, rushing round the square, trying not to look too obvious to those around me, but my panic mounting the longer I couldn't find her. My imagination running riot as to what they might be up to. I told myself I was being silly, that I could trust her but could I trust him. But my head was in a spin, and my insides knotting up, as the tension and the fear got to me. 

Images of my humiliating time with Fiona flashed through my brain. 

Oh Christ where are you Janice? Please show yourself.

Then I caught a glimpse of white fabric in the shadows, down one of the dark lanes, and I didn't know whether to rejoice or explode.

Janice, my Janice, was stood there in the arms of that bloody Frenchman, her breasts squashed up against his chest, one of her legs coquettishly raised behind her from the knee, in a classic romantic clinch. 

Some men might get turned on by catching their wives canoodle with another man, but not me, not on that occasion!

"What the hell's going on," I shouted as I bounded down upon them, my chest tightening as I realized they were kissing.

The young French guy pulled away from her and squared up to me as I approached. He was bigger than I had realized, and looked pretty fit.

"No Serge," Janice cried out to him, pulling him back. "It's my husband."

"Merd Alors," the young guy said, backing off, very obviously lost as to what to do.

As I stood there waiting for his reaction, Janice reached up to him, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and walked up to me.

"Come on Tim," she told me, taking my arm. "We'd better be going."

I bristled _____ I Wouldn't move and stood my ground.

"What was going on?" I demanded angrily.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," insisted Janice, and the Frenchman gave me gallic shrug, the look of disappointment plain on his face. 

"Bon nuit Serge," Janice called to him, tugging me away from the conflict, and I allowed myself to be dragged away back up the lane.

The drive back to our holiday cottage was in silence. Janice wanted to talk, but I shut her up, till we got back.

"What the bloody hell do you think you were playing at," I shouted at her when we were safely back indoors.

"Nothing," claimed my wife, close to tears. "I was just teasing you____ Part of our game ___ I didn't mean any harm."

"So why were you hiding down that dark lane." I challenged her.

"We weren't," Janice shot back. "We weren't___ Oh Christ I'm sorry _____ Maybe we.... Well maybe I ..... Oh Christ I didn't mean to upset you Tim."

"Sorry Janice," I pressed her. "What good is sorry, when I've found you in the arms of another man."

"I wasn't," she mumbled. "Well I was, but not how you think ___ we weren't ____ Well we hadn't done anything. Just kissed that's all."

"Janice," I said, as calmly as I was able, trying to hold my temper in check. "Your dress is still undone! ____Your fucking tits are nearly hanging out!"

"Oh God Tim," she burst out; the tears streaming down her face as she hastily re-arranged the top of her dress. "I was having such a good time, and I thought you were enjoying it as well and I just got carried away_____ I'm so sorry."

We sat there in silence for quite some time. I was determined that it wouldn't be me who re-opened the conversation, and eventually Janice looked up at me and tried to offer an explanation.

"Tim," she started at last in a meek voice. " It was perhaps this dress. I've never felt so sexy before, and when I was dancing, I felt ___ No, I knew ___ that every man round that square wanted me. I wanted to rip my dress off and dance naked for them." 

She smiled at me, and I couldn't help removing the scowl from my face at the thought of her doing just that. I wasn't at all sure how I would have reacted if she really had.

"When I finally danced with Serge for the second time...."

"Third time Janice," I corrected her.

"OK, maybe third time," she continued. "I was just so turned on that I thought I'd see how far I could tease you. I asked you to get me a drink deliberately, so I could disappear over the other side of the square so that you'd panic when I wasn't where you left me. Honestly Tim, I did it for you, to get you turned on."

"Just for me Janice, you must think I'm bloody simple or something."

"OK, OK," she conceded immediately. "Not just for you, but me as well, or both of us really. I was just teasing you and taking the game on to another level."

Janice started to sob quietly to herself. "I never imagined you'd get so upset ___ I didn't think you'd mind so much."

"Janice, you weren't just the other side of the square. You were down a dark lane and it took me twenty minutes to find you."

"Oh God, was it really twenty minutes ____ Sorry," was all she could manage.

"And when I did find you, that damn Froggy was on the point of fucking you."

"That's not true Tim," Janice cried aloud in panic. "You know that's not true. He was just holding me. No more than he had when we'd been dancing."

"You've already admitted he let you kiss you," I accused her, and she dropped her head in shame, mumbling something about only a couple of times that I didn't catch properly, and chose not to pursue.

"So why did you let him get your tits out then," I nearly screamed at my wife.

"He didn't. I never let him do that," she sobbed back.

"So how come your dress was undone then. We drove right back to here, and you never even noticed your tits were half out till I reminded you."

"Oh Tim I'm sorry," she sobbed much louder, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't mean it really ___ it just all got out of hand ____ I just got carried away. I love you so much, please, please forgive me."

Well I wasn't happy, far from it. But as we sat there staring at one another it occurred to me that this was partly my fault. I'd let her flirt with other men, encouraged her even, and I knew she'd kissed a few of them, and had an idea that more than one may have fondled her breasts. She'd never mentioned it to me, but then I'd never complained or told her that I knew.

Who was worse, her or me? Perhaps it was her, but maybe I wasn't far behind. 

I was more upset because I couldn't find her, and that she was doing something behind my back. That's what I hadn't liked, but it was hardly going to ruin our marriage, and split us up was it? 

I decided to drop the matter, though I later told her that her flirting had to tone down or even stop. She wasn't very happy about that, but accepted it without too much argument, promising never to do it again unless I asked her to, and certainly never behind my back.

"I'll let you have one last fantasy," I eventually told her as we sat in the bedroom. "How about taking off your dress and dancing for me and all the other guys in the room," indicating with a flourish of my arm the completely empty room behind us.

Janice smiled, and then grinned, then slowly slid the flimsy dress off and let it drop down to a pile at her feet. Her panties soon followed, and she stepped out of them, standing there quite naked except for her high heels. 

She then began to sway gently, her beautiful slender body undulating to some imaginary tune, her firm breasts swaying provocatively in front of my eyes. Before long she was twisting and thrusting her body in a series of dance moves that could have been for all the world like she was making love. 

I guess she was really. It was a prelude to making love to me, and before long she came closer and closer, pushing my hands away as I reached out for her, and making me wait till she pushed her sweet breasts right into my face, and sat down straddling me, her legs split wide open drawing my hand in to explore between her thighs.

Janice gasped out loud as my finger found the wetness of her hot slit, and gasped even louder as I slid one, then a second finger right in. 

I opened my thighs a little, forcing her legs even wider, and started to pump my fingers, then my thumb faster and faster up inside of her, increasing the pace the more excited she got.

Janice cried out, a long uncontrolled groan, as she reached her first orgasm, verbally encouraging me to continue till she soon had another.

Then it was my turn.

She took my hand and led me over to the bed, undressing me slowly till I had nothing left on. Normally we engaged in foreplay, quite a lot as a rule. But not that night as she was too far gone. 

She just fucked me and fucked me. Raw sex to begin with, but as our energy ran out it turned to loving.

We ended up cuddling together our limbs hopelessly entwined, and like that we fell asleep, waking the following morning in one another's arms.

I loved my wife, and she loved me. Fortunately a little error of judgment wasn't going to spoil that.

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Another happy year rolled by, my business thrived, and I got a secret pleasure from always adding on a few extra per-cent to our quotes for Harding Construction, Tod's company, compared to others.

A bit petty really, and though the years had dulled my dislike of him, I'd heard other stories about him which prevented me completely forgiving him, and though he no longer represented any threat to me, it was obvious he hadn't changed that much.

Then the really big local contract came along

Strangely it involved my old tennis club, the one where I had played with my old girl friend Fiona. The long lease on the ground and the football pitches next door had run out, and a big London based developer had bought the land for a housing development.

It would be the biggest contract in our area for some time, and Harding's were the only local contractor big enough to consider bidding for the work.

I found myself working quite closely with Tod for the first time, and rediscovered that when it suited him, he could be really quite pleasant. The advantage we had over the bigger outside contractors was that we were there on the ground, and if we pooled our effort then we had a good chance of winning the job. It also meant that I would be able to invest in a new Scandinavian machine, that churned out top quality staircases by the dozen, and we would be the only company in the UK who had one. 

I have to admit it was an exciting few months working with Hardings and the Scandinavians, to formulate our final quote, and while we were working on it Tod asked me if I would object to him and his family joining our tennis club. He would need a sponsor to get in, his old club was about to close, and it seemed about time to bury the hatchet.

Secretly I dare say, that I looked forward to beating him at singles, which by then I knew I could, and if he was in our club, then he could hardly keep avoiding that encounter.

I readily agreed, they joined, and Janice and I sometimes ended up playing against him and Sheila, who we normally beat, or against him and his daughter, which got progressively more difficult as she got older.

I doubt that I could ever quite call him a good friend, but we had mutual friends and would sometimes end up drinking together, and even at parties with one another.

He studiously avoided ever mentioning Fiona, and indeed the hatchet had been buried.

Hardings won the contract, partly because the Scandinavians suggested one or two modifications to the staircases, making them even easier and cheaper to build. Tod's company adopted the specification in their quote, and the job was in the bag. 

We celebrated in style that day, and in fact that week. But then it was down to hard work, whilst we installed the new machinery as soon as Hardings confirmed their order to us, and they started on the pre-contract work. 

Before long the contract was flying along, and our manufacture and installation contract for the windows and staircases seemed to be going a treat.

Life was great, and the future looked so promising. I guess it always does before a fall.

Janice had stuck to her word that she would not flirt with any other men, though she had certainly asked me a few times how I felt about it. Our sex life was OK, but to be honest only OK. It had fallen off over the previous half year, which I put down to the hard work I had been putting in, though I suspected it might have been due a little to Janice being a bit uptight about having to behave herself all the time. Maybe our private life did need a bit of spice adding to it, and as the weeks went by, she suggested we went dancing or on holiday more and more frequently.

I decided it was about time to give in to her, as I had to admit I missed that mysterious stomach churning pleasure as well.

I thought about mentioning my feelings, but didn't know how to approach the subject. It began to look as if I was going to have to wait a while.

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I was unsure about accepting the invite to Tod's party when it came. He was on top of the world as his contract was going well and I guessed he wanted to show off at a big local hotel.




Just Imagine It



"Don't be silly Tim," said Janice when I expressed my reservations. "Of course we're going. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

No choice really, and no real argument to make anyway, so a week later I found myself done up in my finery waiting for Janice to finish getting ready.

I knew she'd got a new dress to wear, but when she finally made her appearance I was stunned. It was another of her expensive boutique creations, that hinted at so much, but somehow just managed to keep everything covered up. Till she explained to me, I couldn't even see how it stayed up, and even then it looked as if it would slip off her at any moment.

"You're really going to wear that Janice?" I asked her, my cock going hard just sat there looking at her.

She just laughed back at me deliciously. 

"Have you got anything on under that thing?" I continued.

"Not much lover," she called to me over her shoulder as she made for the door. I thought about telling her to behave herself, but in truth I couldn't wait to see the reaction of the other guys when they saw her. I wondered what 'not much' meant, but couldn't decide. It certainly didn't include a bra, as that much was very obvious as there was no back to the thing. Just a folds of filmy material covered one breast each, and then disappeared behind the back of her neck, where her hair fell down to her shoulders and hid it. Her whole back was bare, and as she walked away from me, it looked as if she was naked except for a tiny mini skirt that barely covered her pretty bottom and swished dangerously from side to side as she walked.

Janice did get the reaction I expected, and every man there eyed her up right from the start. She danced with a lot of them, and I couldn't make my mind up which type of dance turned me on the most. Slow ones when she was being held so tightly, other guy's hands on her bare back, there hardly being enough material available for them not to do so. Then there were the more lively ones, when her dress seemed to hang on by a thread, her long bare sun tanned legs displayed continually almost up to her tiny panties, and quick hints of her tight little breasts and hard nipples through the folds of her dress teasing every man there.

Bloody hell she was so hot and sexy that night, every man must have wanted her, but I enjoyed it, knowing that I would be the only one that would have her. Janice kept smiling back at me, just to reassure me that she hadn't forgotten me, mouthing me silent kisses when the man she was dancing with wouldn't notice ____ what a doll she was.

Greg, who worked for me, came up to introduce his wife who I had never met.

She was very pretty, though perhaps not my type, but I couldn't help liking her when she told me how beautiful Janice was. We chatted for some time before they eventually went off to the bar leaving me alone again to admire my wife dancing.

But I couldn't. She wasn't there, and I got that sinking feeling again. I told myself that I was being silly, and that she had gone off to the bar or the toilets, but as the minutes ticked by the lump started to grow in my stomach.

Not again, Oh Christ not again, the stupid cow.

I started to wander around, much as I had done before, my anger rising, even though I told myself that I was over reacting.

"Have you seen Janice?" I asked several people that we knew without success, until at last someone told me they'd seen her and another girl with a group of guys at the reception.

'Why the hell would she be there?' I asked myself, but of course there could have been many reasons. Nonetheless I found myself hurrying out to the lobby, where I immediately caught sight of Janice with five or six others over by the lifts. Making my way over to them, the sight of one of the men's arms round Janice's waist didn't cheer me up at all, especially when his hand was resting on her bare skin at the top of her hip.

Then I shuddered to a halt as I realized the man was Tod.

Bloody Tod Harding with his hands all over another of my women!

Movement seemed impossible as I watched Janice, another girl, Tod and three other guys that I vaguely knew get into the lift, then at last I plunged forward, desperate to get there before the lift doors closed.

I lost the race, my last view of them as the doors closed blocking my view was of Janice giggling like a schoolgirl at something one of the guys had said, and bloody Tod Harding's grin as he just glimpsed me just before the doors slid shut, his hand still on my wife's bare waist.

Damn him! Damn Janice! Damn them all!

I wasn't going to stand there like a fool, but then I did something foolish, rushing for the stairs without even knowing which floor they were going to.

I stopped, my head spinning, then rushed back to check on which floor the lift stopped.

Level 2

That's all I needed, before setting off again, taking two steps at a time, convinced that I could get there before they could get out and disappear into some room.

One flight, two flights, and I charged out through the fire doors and into the lobby, hurriedly careering round to the corridor where the lifts were situated.

I couldn't understand it!

I was baffled!

The only people there were an older couple walking back down the corridor towards me. Where were Tod and my wife? What had happened to them?

Oh bloody fool that I was, as it dawned on me what had happened. This couple had got out on this floor, and Tod's group had continued on up.

"Excuse me," I interrupted the couple in their conversation. "Were you in the lift with two women and three men?"

"You bet we were," the woman said. "Mac here couldn't keep his eyes off them, could you dear?"

"Not kidding," laughed the man, Mac. "The pretty little one hardly had anything on. She was flashing everything off in that sexy little dress she had on."

"I'm sure the gentleman doesn't need to know that Mac," the woman broke in, maybe seeing the angry look on my face for the first time.

"What floor did they go to?" I demanded more forcibly than I had any right to.

They looked at one another, seeming to take an age while inside I seethed.

"I think he pushed number seven, but I'm not sure." Offered the woman at last.

I thanked them and ran back towards the staircase, stopping only when I got up the first few steps, realizing the futility of my chase, knowing that even if I had the right floor that they would be long gone to ground by the time I got there.

Bloody Tod! Bloody women!

I felt like slumping down and weeping right there on the steps.

What to do?

I had no idea.

Just go home and forget her ___ let them all fuck her silly for all I cared.

But that wasn't the truth ____ I did care and I loved Janice dearly, and couldn't just leave her. She was acting stupidly but didn't know Tod like I did. 

I tried to think sensibly wondering what I should do next, and then it occurred to me.

Stupid ____ why didn't I think of that straight away.

It was his party, and obviously he had a room for the night. That still wasn't necessarily as bad as it looked, but I felt myself sweating.



"Does Mr. Harding have a room here," I asked at the reception when I eventually got there, and they confirmed that he had, so I asked for the number.

The receptionist went to the racks behind him and took out a piece of paper, blue hotel paper.

"Sorry, but Mr. Harding has specifically requested that we do not give the number of his room out to anyone," he told me, an apologetic look on her face.

I argued for some time, but it was no use, and at last she suggested that she ring the room for me to see if Mr. 'bloody' Harding would care to give the information to me himself.

"Hi," said a male voice that I didn't recognize when the phone was answered after just a few rings.

"Is Janice Parry there?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Who?" Came the answer.

"Janice ____ Janice Parry," I repeated trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "The one with the skimpy white dress on."

"Oh that Janice _____ Maybe _____ who's asking?" came the brief reply.

"Her bloody husband that's all," I responded, beginning to loose my cool.

"Keep your hair on mate," the guy on the other end came back. "I'll see if she's here."

I waited impatiently for her to come to the phone, my heart thumping ten to the dozen, my chest tightening with the tension. How bloody long did it take to see if one person was in a hotel room?

"Hi Tim," came a voice that I didn't immediately recognize. "What's up?"

I asked her who it was talking, and she told me it was Gwen, which didn't exactly help my blood pressure. Gwen was a divorce who worked in the accounts section at Hardings, and had a bit of a reputation as being free with her favours. If she was the 'other girl' then what the hell was Janice doing up there with them?

"Ask Janice to come to the phone," was my reply, and I waited a few moments while she went to get her.

"She's tied up Tim," Gwen told me a few moments later. "She said if you're not coming up, she'll see you back down there as soon as she's finished."

"Tell her to get on this bloody phone straight away," I shouted down the mouthpiece, really beginning to lose my rag, only to be told to keep my hair on for the second time in as many minutes.

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"What's up lover," Janice greeted me, giggling at something or other that was going on in the room, then telling someone to 'Let go of her while she spoke to her husband'.

"What the hell are you doing up there with that bastard Tod and those other men?"

"Oh Christ Tim. What the hell have you got against him? You're always having a go about him."

"Just get your ass down here Janice," I shouted at her. "And I mean straight away."

"You can't tell me what to do Tim," Janice cried out.

"Can't I? ____ Can't I?" I screamed back. "If you're not back down here in the next few minutes, then you can find your own bloody way home."

"Then bugger off home and I'll get a taxi, you bastard," Janice screamed back at me, and slammed the phone down on me.

I stood there staring at the dead phone in my hand, and became suddenly aware of the group of people around the reception staring at me, no doubt astonished at what they had just heard. I was too upset to be embarrassed, so just slammed the phone down and stormed out of the hotel. 

Once in the car park it wasn't easy to calm down much. My bloody loving wife was up in a hotel room with that Bastard Tod and some of his cronies and she preferred them to me. 

Damn her! Damn him! Damn every bloody thing!

I half stumbled over to my car, got in and fumbled for my keys. 

What the hell was I doing?

Was I really going to leave her there?

Was I going to leave her in a hotel room with a bunch of horny guys?

Then I thought of that dress she had on, how vulnerable she looked, and quite how much bare flesh she was showing. Quite how easily one of them could slip his hand inside and cup one of her bare breasts.

How easily it would be to slide it off her and leave her almost naked, her bare flesh available to be felt and groped.

My heart was still thumping, and I was clenching my fists in anger.

That damn flimsy dress that I had thought so wonderful just a short time ago, and that revealed so much that I could no longer control my anger.

I banged my fist against the dashboard, and knew I had to go back in there.

"Please tell me the number of Mr. Hardings room," I almost begged the young girl on the reception, but still they refused to tell me, explaining that it was more than her job was worth.

"Damn it," I insisted. "I need to get my wife out of there."

It didn't work of course, but again they put me through to Tod's room on the telephone.

"I don't think she wants to talk to you," was all I got from Gwen when I got through. "You really upset her just now. You made her cry."

Made her cry had I? I'd be making her cry her bloody eyes out when I next saw her.



Twenty minutes later and I was letting myself in the front door to our house, having gone home on my own. As I pushed it open I heard the phone ringing, rushed over to it, but at the last minute stopped myself from grabbing it. I let it ring and ring, and at last it stopped.

I stood there staring at it unsure what to do, my heart thumping wildly.

Then it rang again, and I slowly picked it up and put it to my ear.

"Where the hell are you Tim?" asked my wife angrily.

"Where the hell do you think I am?" I answered; it being pretty obvious since she'd rang our home.

"And how am I supposed to get home," she demanded still angry.

"That's your problem," I told her, and cut the line.

Going into our lounge, I turned the light on and sat down, feeling like weeping again.

What the hell had happened?

What had gone wrong?

I watched the hands on the clock go slowly round, though I lost all track of time. It was probably not much more than half an hour later, though it seemed much more, when I heard a car pull up outside our house. 

Resisting the temptation to go and peek out to see whose car it was, I sat there waiting for Janice to make an appearance. She seemed to take a long time, but eventually I heard the front door being opened, and then the door to our lounge.

"I suppose you're pleased with yourself are you?" Janice demanded angrily.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" I shouted back at her. "Come home now you've finished fucking your friends have you?"

"How dare you," she came back. "I wish I had if you're going to talk to me like that."

We screamed at one another for some time, Janice refusing to accept that I had any reason to complain about her behavior, and me not listening to what she had to say.

Eventually we calmed down, both sat there staring at one another, neither of us really wishing to start shouting again.

"I'm sorry if I upset you," Janice admitted at last. "But you had no need to worry. I wasn't doing anything I'd be ashamed of."

The thought flashed through my mind that I wasn't sure quite what would make Janice ashamed, but I accepted the peace offering and apologized for shouting at her.

"But what were you thinking of going off like that with all those guys," I asked more calmly than I really felt. "I was going out of my mind trying to find you."

"We just went up to his suite for a drink, that's all," she replied.

"Without telling me Janice. You couldn't even be bothered to tell me where you were going.

"It wasn't like that Tim," Janice replied; at last a touch of uncertainty in her voice. "We went to the bar, but it was crowded, and then Tod invited a group of us up to his room. I looked for you but couldn't find you. You weren't where I'd left you and I couldn't find you."

"I was probably looking for you by then Janice. You couldn't have looked for me for long."

"But Tod said it would be OK Tim. He left a note behind the reception so you would know what room we were in."

"Ah," I replied, as it dawned on me what that bugger Tod had done. "Would that be the note on a piece of blue hotel notepaper by any chance?"

"Yes _____ yes," claimed my wife, tears appearing in her eyes. "I saw him write it before we went up. Why didn't you just follow us up to the room?

I told her calmly what the note had actually said, and that it instructed that nobody should be given his room number, especially me I supposed.

Janice stared at me, not knowing whether to believe me or not, but as the truth dawned on her she began to cry.

"Oh Tim, I'm so sorry. I honestly thought he'd left it for you. What a bastard that Tod is. Now I can see why you've never liked him."

She looked up at me and her face crumpled.

"Oh God what have I done?"

What did she mean by that comment? I had no idea and I felt my world hanging on a precipice, not knowing whether it was about to tumble into the abyss.

"Well what have you done Janice?" I demanded. "Just what have you done?"

There followed a long silence while Janice recovered her wits, and bought her weeping more under control.

"If I tell you Tim, will you promise to forgive me?" she asked in a whisper.

"Forgive you Janice ____ forgive you. How can I tell you that before I know what you've been up to? If you're asking me to forgive you for fucking four other men then......"

"I haven't Tim. I didn't do that," Janice butted in before I could finish. "I let them _____ Well I let them go further than I should have done, but I didn't let them have sex with me honestly Tim."

I was shaking with rage, but breathed in deeply for a few moments, then told her to tell me exactly what had happened.

"When we got up to his room, we all got a drink, and then danced a little." She explained. "Before I knew it Tod had Gwen's dress off, and she was dancing around in just her bra and panties. It looked so sexy, and I thought you'd really enjoy that when you got up there, watching Gwen dancing around like that. 

Two of them, Peter and Mike were trying to persuade me to take my dress off, but I wouldn't. I made that very clear, and told them you'd be furious if you found me undressed when you got there. They kept on trying, saying that maybe you wouldn't show, and I teased them by saying that once you got there, then you'd probably let me take it off. They must have known you weren't going to show though, as they suggested that maybe you'd found some other woman to keep you busy. I still wouldn't budge, though in that dress it was just so difficult to keep their hands off me. We were laughing and giggling, and with the two of them around me it was impossible to keep their hands from getting inside the top of my dress. I kept pushing their hands away but they kept being playful with me, one of them sliding their hand inside the top of my dress while the other held my hands."

"Why didn't you scream or something Janice?" I demanded. "Why did you play along with them?"

"Well that's it Tim," she explained. "I was playing along with them. You know I enjoy flirting and teasing, and that's what I was doing. So they got a feel of my bare tits a bit. I'd been flashing them off to everyone all evening in this dress, so a quick feel didn't seem so much more serious.

I'm sorry Tim, but I was enjoying it, and I really thought you'd be coming up at any moment so I could back out of it.

Then you shouted at me on the phone and I couldn't understand why. You threatened to go home and leave me instead of coming up to get me, and it upset me and made me cry."

We looked at one another, and I could see the pain in her eyes. She'd gone too far and knew it, but regretted it. That didn't mean I would forgive her, not that easily, but at least my temper was cooling a little.

"I couldn't come and get you Janice," I reminded her. "I was desperate to, but I didn't know which room you were in, and they wouldn't tell me. I was going crazy with worry."

"I would have told you if you'd asked." Janice mumbled.

Another long drawn out silence followed while we both thought out our positions.

"Did anything else happen Janice," I asked at last, and she nodded, not raising her eyes from the floor in front of her where they had been focused for some time.

"After the phone call I was really upset ____ upset and confused. I was crying and Peter, or maybe it was Mike, cuddled me and stroked my hair, telling me not to be upset and that everything would be OK.

The next thing I knew I felt my dress slipping off. He must have undone it without me realizing, and though I pushed him away he held my arms, and I couldn't stop it falling down and showing my breasts off. I struggled but the two of them held on to my arms, and before I knew it my dress had fallen right down round my ankles.

By then I was getting really upset, and then when I looked over at Gwen, she was completely naked with Tod and the other guy all over her. I began to panic ____ it had all got out of hand, and I didn't know what to do. I started to plead with them to let me go, but they just held me there, one holding on to each hand while I stood there squirming with just my heels and tiny thong panties on.




Just Imagine It



They just held me and looked at me, staring at me, laughing, and enjoying my embarrassment. Reaching out and pretending to try to grab my panties and pull them down as well."

Janice looked up at me at last.

"Why didn't you ring again Tim? Why didn't you come and save me?"

"I did ring Janice," I told her. "I rang again, but Gwen told me you didn't want to speak to me."

Janice put her head in her hands and burst out crying. She told me she was sorry again and again, and at last I couldn't hold out, and went over and held her, cuddled her, trying to make it better.

Eventually she was ready to finish her story.

"I was begging them to let me go, but they just kept teasing me. I was frightened to get too upset in case they got angry and the whole thing escalated. Then at last it was Tod that came over and told them to let me go. I was so relieved that I just fell into his arms. He'd saved me instead of you saving me, and at the time I had no idea that it was him who'd set it all up.

I just collapsed into his arms, and he started to kiss me. I wasn't thinking straight and I kissed him back, didn't pull away even when he held my breast. I'm sorry Tim, so sorry, but it felt so good ____ so warm and so safe after I had been so frightened.

It was only when Tod started to slide his hand inside my panties that I came back to my senses. I tried to push him off, but by then he had my panties half way down my thighs. In the end I screamed Tim. I screamed out loud. I shouted that they had to stop or it would be rape."

Janice cried again for a while before finishing her story. There wasn't much left to tell. Gwen had shouted at them as well, and they'd let her put her dress back on, and she'd rang me at the house. That had been awful for her, and eventually Tod had agreed to run her home. She even admitted that she'd let him kiss her goodnight in the car outside our house. 

I guess she had at least been honest with me, and it was easy to understand how things could get out of hand. Forgiving her wasn't so easy, and Tod would pay. I didn't know how, but I somehow knew that this wasn't entirely her fault. She had been silly and careless, but he had deliberately targeted Janice to get at me. 

Thank Christ she hadn't let them screw her. That really would have been the end.

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We got over it, sort of, but somehow it was never the same again. We took a holiday shortly afterwards, back to le Manoir de Longeveau, and though we had a great time the spark had somehow disappeared. Perhaps not disappeared, but it had certainly lost it's sparkle. I no longer got that gut wrenching pleasure out of watching Janice teasing other guys, and it showed. She knew it and knew the reason why. She'd gone too far, stretched the horizons beyond what was acceptable to me, and our relationship became strained.

In fairness it wasn't her that had changed, it was me. 

I'd seen where our playing around would eventually lead to, and I discovered that I didn't want to go down that road.

The relationship between Tod and I went downhill again and we seldom had a civil word for one another. He never actually mentioned what had happened between them, and I never told him how much I knew. If I disliked him before, then I hated him then, but short of fighting him, which would have been pathetic in this day and age, then there didn't seem to be a lot I could do. 

It was frustrating, but I knew my time would come. I'd be patient and wait till some opportunity presented itself. I'm a believer in fate, but you just have to keep your eyes open for when it presents itself to you.

Initially at least, it didn't quite work out that way.

It was some six months later, and my relationship with Janice had stagnated. I was busy and perhaps didn't devote the time to our relationship that it deserved, though on the other hand she didn't seem to make much effort either.

It was I guess, a recipe for disaster.

Janice still worked part time for our company, but still played tennis several times a week during the afternoons with a group of her girl friends. 

One Thursday I stopped off at the club to let her know that I wouldn't be home till late, as we had to work on the next phase of our big contract.

"No Tim," her friend Jill told me when I asked where she was. "She still plays with us on Tuesdays, but hasn't been around for Thursdays for a several weeks."

I laughed and made my excuses, agreeing that of course I'd got it wrong.

She doesn't play on a Thursday?

I was sure she did. Every Tuesday and Thursday, like she had done so for months.

Perhaps I'd got it wrong. Perhaps it was bridge she played on Thursdays. I was confused. I didn't know what to think, and if I hadn't been so tied up with running my business, then I may have thought more about it.

I regret to say that by that evening I'd forgotten all about it, never even mentioning it to her to check out what she'd been doing.

Coincidences do happen, and by chance I finished the work on our proposal during the morning of the following Thursday. I rang Tod, and on one of those rare occasions when I was forced to speak with him asked if he wanted me to drop it over to his office. 

"Yes Tod, do that," Tod answered, then hesitated, obviously thinking about something before suggesting that I dropped it off to his house where he'd be all afternoon.

"See you later this afternoon then Tod," I answered, trying to keep my tone as civil as possible. It was a big contract, and a lot of money was at stake. My secretary put the proposal into a big brown envelope, and I later found myself on the way over to his big house on the edge of town.

When I got there he greeted me at the door as I pulled into his drive. It was almost as if he'd been waiting for me, though there was nothing strange in that.

'Come round to the back Tim," Tod invited me as if we were the best of friends. "Got a couple of mates around. Come and have a beer."

I should have refused. I wanted to refuse, but it was sweltering hot and I really needed a drink. That was how I found myself following him out to his pool area behind his big house, where I spotted his friend Mike, who I didn't really want to see, and another couple of guys that I recognized from previous meetings.

They all looked surprised to see me. Very surprised indeed, and Mike even looked at Tod as if to ask what the hell he was up to.

Well, what was he up to? Nothing as far as I could see.

It was only then that I spotted the sun lounger and the obvious form of a woman lying spread out on it just out of my view.

She quite clearly didn't have much on, and my insides turned to stone. Memories of Janice not being where she should have been last Thursday flooded my brain.

Not at tennis last Thursday, and no doubt not there this one either from what her friends had told me.

I was adding two and two together and getting more than four.

'Janice,' I mouthed silently, as I stepped forward to check that it was her.

'Oh bloody hell no!' my mind exploded as I saw first of all a bare breast, then with a shock realized that she was lying there completely naked.

"What the hell's going on?" I managed to spit out, my insides churning with anguish, as my brain tried to cope with the reality of catching my wife sunbathing in the nude with four strange men.

"Oh! Tim," she called in surprise as I stood in front of her to confront her, closing her legs together as I stared at her. "What on earth are you doing here?"

It was Gwen.

Didn't even look much like Janice, and I'd jumped to a stupid conclusion.

She still looked shocked to see me, so I apologized. Whatever Gwen wanted to do was fine by me, and I had no real objection to standing there looking at her naked body.

"Sorry Gwen," I spluttered in embarrassment. "I thought it was ......... Well for one moment ...... It sounds silly now, but I thought ...."

"He thought it was Janice, didn't you Tim?" broke in Tod laughing loudly at my expense, hardly helping me out of my predicament. I looked at Gwen, only then noticing the look of apprehension on her face.

As I watched her, she tore her gaze away from me and shot a look over at Tod. She silently mouthed some words at him, and though I couldn't be sure, it sounded like "You Bastard."

I was even more puzzled, and I looked from Gwen to the other guys who evaded my gaze, then back at Tod.

"Actually Tim," Tod snarled at me, a big grin on his face. "Janice is over there in the pool.

Shit ____ so she was. I could just make her head out as she tried to hide down below the pool coping stones. I couldn't really see her, but I knew it had to be her ____ Oh Shit.

"Come on Janice," called Tod out confidently, breaking the long silence that had ensued. "Tim's here. Come out and have a drink with us."

Another silence followed, the other guys smirking and chuckling, while Tod continued to grin like a Cheshire cat.

Janice said absolutely nothing, her big eyes simply staring at me across the terrace as she thought what to do.

"Pass me a towel," she called out at last.

"Why do you need a towel Janice?" answered Tod. "It's only your husband, surely you're not shy of him."

"Pass me a bloody towel Tod you bastard," cried out Janice in a state of despair, and at last he picked one up from the second recliner and walked over to the steps of the pool.

"Bring it down here please Tod," instructed Janice, still cowering in the deep end.

"No Janice," he called back, the grin on his face growing with every second. "You come here and get it."

One of the other men let out a laugh, but my look of hate at him shut him up.

"Give her the towel Tod," called Gwen trying to help her friend. "She's done nothing to deserve you acting like this."

Mind your own business Gwen," Tod called back, not even looking at her, his gaze going back and forward between my wife and I.

Slowly, very slowly Janice began making her way along the edge of the pool towards the towel being held out by Tod. As the water got shallower, more and more of her showed, till at last she held her hands in front of herself to cover up her naked breasts. 

She couldn't look at me, not so much as a glance in my direction, as she reached the shallow end and advanced towards the steps to take the towel, the coping still spoiling my view of her down below her waist.

When she reached out to take the towel, Tod leant forward as if to hand it to her, then suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could prevent it, he pulled Janice up the steps and right out of the pool.

As I expected she was naked, not a stitch on. She tried to break away from him but he held on to her wrist firmly. 

One of the guys cheered, and another of them called out some obscenity, but I ignored then, stuck immobile as I watched bloody Tod holding my naked wife by the wrist as she struggled to break away.

"Please Tod, please," she begged him. " Don't do this to me. Don't do this to Tim. He's done nothing to hurt you. Just give me the towel and let me go"

"Here you are then." Tod called out, maybe seeing that I was about to make a move to intervene. 'Here's your towel."

He held it above his head as he let her go, and I gripped my fists in anger as I watched Janice jumping up against him trying to reach it, her nakedness all too apparent as he tormented her, keeping it just out of her reach.

It was only when he grabbed her breast and squeezed it that Janice realized quite what she was doing, pushing him away and swearing at him like I've never heard her talk before.

All he did was laugh, and this time his crony's all joined in.

"Janice, for Christ's sake!" shouted Gwen loudly at last, bringing Janice to her senses. She looked round at me, tears streaming down her face. She made a move towards me, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands before giving up, realizing the futility of such action. 

"This isn't what it looks like Tim," she claimed pathetically. "I've only been sunbathing here for an hour or so, nothing else."

I stood there looking at her in silence, watching distractedly as a bead of water from the pool slid slowly down the curve of her breast till it reached her hard nipple before dripping from the very tip of it. On another occasion it would have been just so beautiful.

Even as I stood there Tod came up behind her and put his arm round her, his hand coming to rest on the bare skin of her tummy. Janice brushed his hand off, but said nothing to him, and he simply dropped his hand to stroke her exposed hip and thigh.

"Please Tod," Janice said to him. "Don't be such a prat. This is simply not the time or place. Just leave me alone."

Tod shrugged his shoulders, smiled at me as if I should sympathize with him over his brush off. As if it would be quite normal for him to fondle my wife in front of me when she was naked.

Perhaps it was normal. What the hell did I know? What did I know about anything anymore?

"It's really not as bad as it looks Tim," Janice told me, staring me straight in the eye, the tears already drying on her cheeks. "I haven't done anything. At least nothing that I'm ashamed of. I'll explain everything to you later on tonight."

Oh God! Where had I heard all this before? I walked in and found her naked with four strange guys, and she's telling me she'd done nothing to be ashamed of. She thinks I'm going off and leave her in the nude with them. Go back to work for the rest of the afternoon and forget about it, then sit patiently at home till she comes back and deigns to explain herself.

No Chance! None at all!

"If you're not dressed and in my car within five minutes, them you'll have no home to come home to Janice," I informed her brusquely.

She looked shocked, and a frightened look flashed across her eyes. She started to say something, but thought better of it.

"Stay if you want to Janice," butted in Tod as if dismissing my presence. "I'll run you home later ______ much later if you want." As he finished he slapped her playfully on her bare bottom, making her jump forward a step, while her breasts shook with the unexpected movement.

"I really ought to go Tod," Janice said, actually apologizing to the smug bastard. "Sorry but I've really got to go with Tim."

Tod took her by the arm as if to restrain her, and I could hold back no further, balling up my fist as I approached him, only too aware that his three pals had put down their drinks and were making their way over towards us.

SMACK!

The sound echoed round the terrace of the pool, and everyone froze in their tracks. 

Tod recoiled from the blow, clutching his cheek in surprise.

Gwen stood there in front of him, all five foot two of her and as naked as a jaybird, threatening to smack him around the face again.

"Don't be such a bastard Tod," she screamed at him. "What has Tim ever done to you?"

Tod simply stood there too astonished to say anything, still rubbing his cheek where it stung from Gwen's smack.

"And you Janice," Gwen rounded on Janice. "Get your clothes on and go home with your husband you bloody fool."

Janice hesitated for just a moment, then rushed over to the house. I hoped she'd gone to find her clothes.

Gwen turned round to me and pushed me backwards away from the confrontation with Tod and the others.

"They're not worth it Tim," she told me. "Leave it. You have to make up your mind if Janice is worth it, but I can guarantee that none of them have screwed her. Looked at her, touched her maybe, but she hasn't let them fuck her. Not yet at least _____ You'd better get her sorted out before she does."

"If I decide she's worth it," I answered limply.

Gwen looked sad, shaking her head at me as if disappointed with my response.

"I wish my husband had fought for me more," she said sadly. "One time I cheated on him when I'd had too much to drink and he found out. I couldn't talk to him about it, and he didn't try to understand, so now here I am divorced and going to bed with any guy that happens along."

Gwen looked at me intently.

"Don't let that happen to Janice Tim. She's worth far more than that."

At that moment my wife came running from the house in her little white tennis dress, her panties and bra clutched in her hand, not even having delayed to put them on. 

"If it doesn't work out Tim," Gwen whispered to me as Janice approached. "I'm always available ____ Just give me a call."

I nodded to her, unsure whether her offer was genuine, or simply to reinforce the image of where Janice might end up if we didn't get ourselves sorted out.

Taking my wife's arm, I turned round and started to guide her away from the terrace, before stopping and looking back at Gwen. 

She stood there, still in the nude and smiling at us both. She was really quite a beautiful young woman.

"Thanks Gwen," I said to her. "Will you be OK? Leaving you with this lot I mean," indicating Tod and the others, who were stood in a group grinning nastily and chuckling at us.

Gwen dismissed them with a wave of her arm. "What are they going to do that I wasn't going to do anyway? I'll be OK. Just get Janice home and sort yourselves out."

Nice woman Gwen. Not at all as I had thought she was. No morals maybe, but a heart of gold ____ Lovely pair of tits as well.

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We drove home in silence, and the only question I asked was where her car was. At the tennis club she told me, and that Gwen had picked her up from there. I stored that up for later if I felt I needed it, but then wasn't the moment to bring it up.

We made love that night to my surprise _____ It was really very good! The thought of Janice being naked earlier infuriated me, but I couldn't help but admit that it excited me in some curious way as well.

The next evening it was her that took the initiative, insisting that we had to sit down and talk about it. I would have preferred to wait a while and let things cool down, but remembered Gwen's warning and agreed.

"First of all Tim, I think I'd better tell you exactly what happened," she started, then proceeded to explain how Tod had turned up at the tennis club when she was waiting for a court, and invited her and Gwen back to play on the court at his house.

"I didn't know Gwen even played," I remarked, but apparently she had taken the game up again a few months earlier.

"I was a bit unsure after the last experience," Janice continued to explain. "But Gwen was keen and I just tagged along with them. I figured nothing much could happen on a tennis court after all, and Sheila would be there.

Well she wasn't of course. Sheila plays bridge on Thursdays and then stays out for dinner with her friends."

I nodded. I knew bridge would come into this somewhere, even though I'd got the person wrong.

"We played singles for a bit, and then a pal of Tod's turned up and we played mixed doubles. Me and his friend Jim played against Gwen and Tod. Then of course Tod suggested we play strip tennis, but I refused point blank. They cajoled me Tim, but honestly I wouldn't have any of it. I just refused, even though the thought of it quite turned me on."

Janice looked up at me and smiled.

"That doesn't upset you I hope that it turned me on thinking about it?"

I had to agree that it didn't. It would have got me turned on, but as I explained to her, I wasn't even there.

"Trouble was Gwen thought it a great idea. So we ended up playing strip tennis with me the only one not taking anything off. Tod obviously didn't try too hard, and soon enough he was down to his underpants, and Gwen was scooting around the court quite naked except for her tennis shoes and socks which she chose to keep on. 

It was really funny and we were all laughing and giggling, but it was sexy as hell as well, and Gwen looked just so gorgeous with those big boobs of hers swaying all over the place.