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The Other Woman

By: Skyeflower



I am counting the minutes, sleepwalking through this day, not tasting the food I eat, not hearing people who talk to me. Fragments of your voice, your face, your low, warm laughter drift in, and out of my head. I watch the clock, will the hours to pass, wish that time would grow wings, and fly away so that my time with you comes nearer.

I have been wet the entire afternoon, my senses heightened, my nerves on edge. I feel like an addict, needing you, feeling the pangs of withdrawal when you leave me, and say the words that I hate to hear, wishing me well, saying goodbye. My mind is full of you, a constant awareness of you. Not that long ago I nearly lost you. I didn't want any part of what you were offering me. 

I remember your first email, your comments about my profile picture on the Literotica website. I had almost forgotten that I had submitted a story late one night when I couldn't sleep. I was so surprised when you wrote to me, told me you that you thought I had fabulous boobs, and a fabulous smile. I remember the pang of regret when I discovered you live in England, the stirring of desire when you wrote that you envied my lovers, the deep disappointment when you told me that you are married. 

I don't judge people who have affairs, I don't like to judge anyone, but I have never wanted a man enough to be his mistress, or to be the "other woman". Many married men have tried their luck, and I walk away every time. I like things as simple, and as uncomplicated in my life as I can. I am single, and I like my freedom, my space, I need my solitude, and the peace it offers me. For the last year, and a half I haven't had sex. I have a few cyber lovers and that gives me all the erotic pleasure I need, without all the fuss. So often the imagined lover is far more satisfying than the real one.

Yet I did agree to speak with you on Messenger, I loved your deep voice as you whispered lustfully about all the things you wanted to do to me, and you brought me closer, and closer to orgasm as I rubbed my clit, and pushed my fingers deep into my pussy. While I fingered myself, and listened to you moaning as you jerked off, you told me that you were looking at the pictures I had sent you of my tits, and my pussy, and I imagined that my fingers were your cock inside me, fucking me so mercilessly, so passionately. I had the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced with a cyber partner. I wandered around for the rest of that day in a daze.

Then, a few sexy conversations on, you told me that you wanted to meet me when I visited England next, and guilt set in. I knew that I would meet you, let you fuck me, and commit adultery with me. I couldn't bring my self to carry on talking to you, as much as I wished I could. I wrote to you, and told you that I was sorry, that I had enjoyed our previous conversations, but that the fact that you were married was weighing on my conscience. You said that you wished it wasn't over so soon, that you were a bit shocked in fact because I seemed to be so into it, that I seemed to enjoy it as much as you, but you didn't push me. I put you out of my mind then. I had to. I didn't re- read your emails, I avoided Messenger, and I was miserable. I missed you. 

In such a short time I had become so used to you, so comfortable in the fantasies you painted for me in our conversations, and the erotic role-plays you suggested. You were inside my head, you commanded my body, and crawled under my skin one delicious encounter after another. It seemed like weeks that I hadn't spoken to you. Looking back at our emails now, I see that it was only six days. 

I eventually logged onto to Messenger one day, and you were there. You asked me if we could speak. I hesitantly agreed. I wanted to hear your voice, and at the same time I wanted to run away. The instant I heard you again, I was wet, and arrows of heat shot up between my legs, into the small of my back, my legs, and arms felt weak, and my face was hot with lust. You said you had missed me. I could hear the desire in your voice, your wanting. I couldn't speak. You told me to touch my big tits, to give in to the pleasure. I said that I was scared. When you asked me why, I couldn't tell you, and you said that you think I am scared of myself. I think that you perhaps know me better than I know myself, and that scares me even more. 

I don't remember all that you said to me that afternoon. I know you told me to undress, and climb on my bed, to touch myself when, where, and how you told me to. You called me your slut, and I agreed with you, wanting to be dominated by you, commanded by you. I finger fucked myself, pulled on my nipples, slapped my ass when you told me to, and the pleasure was unbearable, so intense that I felt tears running down my cheeks as I reached orgasm. I came so many times that afternoon I lost count. When we were talking afterwards, when neither of us could come anymore, you said that we were meant to be lovers, and that one-day we would meet. The idea thrills me, and terrifies me at the same time. 

You wrote to me later. You say that you want your cock, and my pussy to get acquainted, our mouths to make love to each other's when we are fucking, and that you want your hands to touch me all over my splendid curves. With those words, and my utter lack of willpower I am yours. I have chosen to be your virtual mistress, and one day your real mistress. I am powerless to deny you that. I never wanted this, but then I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you. My longing for you, the hunger that constantly needs feeding, defies all logic, and reason. I simply don't understand it. 

Now I am waiting for you again. I have just showered, and my skin is warm, and smells of the vanilla perfume I wear. I am naked on my bed, my tits, and my wet pussy needing to be touched, and to be fucked, to follow you in an erotic journey of the imagination. There is nothing I could deny you; I will do what ever it takes to please you, to hear you groan as you hit climax, and imagine your stomach covered in hot, sticky, salty cum.

Then you are here with me online, and the phone is ringing, as my heartbeat vibrates wildly at each of my pulse points, and my cheeks are flushed from the heat of wanting. 

We greet each other, and speak about other things, while all the time aware of why we are here, and what the purpose of this call is. I love to hear your thoughts, your intelligent opinions, and I have discovered that your mind is as sexy as the rest of you, but I can barely concentrate on your words today. Finally you ask me. " What do you want to do tonight?" and I sigh with pleasure, and ask you to decide, to lead me wherever you want to go. 

You tell me to touch my tits, to pinch my nipples, and feel you kissing them, making them wet with your mouth, sucking on them, and teasing them with your teeth, and tongue. As I do this I moan, and wriggle a little, feeling you here beside me, your breath hot against my skin, your body against the length of me, your cock thick, and hard against my thigh. I am so wet for you that as I press down into the mattress I feel my juices soaking into the sheets.

You tell met that tonight we are alone on a boat with an old man, the captain of a yacht, taking a tour of the coastline. You order me to seduce him, to fuck him while you watch us. You are stroking your cock as you command me in your French flavoured accent, as I now part the outer lips of my clit, and I rub my secret centre, spreading the wetness, creating a delicious friction between my legs spread wide, and bent at the knees. I imagine you between them, torturing me with your mouth, and tongue, fucking me with your fingers, and your dirty words. I sigh into the microphone, and I hear you moan in response. 

I can hardly speak now. The pleasure is becoming intense. I slide two fingers into my pussy, push deep, and then withdraw them, over, and over again as you describe the scene. I am lying naked on my back, the old man is lying between my legs pushing his cock into me as I feel the hard wooden deck beneath me, while you watch a total stranger screwing me. You tell me that you are now beside me, pulling on my nipples, and watching my face each time the old man slams his dick harder into me, coating his shaft with my sticky wetness. 

You tell me that you are sliding your cock inside my mouth, and I hear your groans echo down the line as you imagine fucking my mouth while a stranger fucks my pussy. I hear the spaces between your moans getting shorter, and I know that it won't be long now until you come. I can barely hold on, as I grind my ass down into the sheets, my fingers the old man's cock inside me. 

Suddenly the fantasy is abandoned, and you are calling me your slut, your whore, telling me that you are going to empty yourself now, and cover my big breasts, my "gros tetons", and my lips with your hot cum. All of my senses are on edge, I spin out of control, and now hearing your words I start to let myself go, until I am screaming in orgasm, my pussy contracting, and releasing in waves of never ending pleasure as I hear your fractured breath, your long exhaled moan, and wet release. 

We are both silent for a while as I lie here on my bed covered in perspiration, and you lay there on the sofa an ocean, and a continent away, and yet right here beside me. I am exhausted, I need to sleep, I don't want to leave you yet, but eventually the call must end. As I say goodbye, and hang up the phone, I can see you walking to the bathroom to clean yourself, washing all the evidence of your time with me down the drain with soapy water.

As I lie here amidst my thoughts, my daydreams, and feel the afterglow of our shared passion, I imagine you this evening sitting, and eating dinner with your wife, sharing a conversation, or a kiss, perhaps later having sex with her, and I think that I must be insane. I have always wondered how it must feel to be the 'other woman', and know I know, and I dislike it. Yet, tomorrow I will be here waiting for you again, naked on my bed, unable to end this just yet, wanting you, needing you, and hating myself a little for it; but not enough to stop.

The Other Woman



A fantasy that came true.

Copyright © 2011 (November)

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Preamble.

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I suppose that there is a point in every marriage where one of the partners 'goes astray'. Well, OK then, not every marriage, but I have to admit that it happened to me, that moment when you say to yourself, 'There is someone else in this marriage, someone that I have not yet met, someone who is intruding.'

This is the story of an intrusion that became an invasion.

A woman opened the door and allowed herself in.

Of course we all expect that the other woman is some tart or slag that hubby has met in the office or at some drab pub or else a pub with drabs! The signs would be lipstick, perfume, missing money, missing husband, late nights, strange credit card bills and the resetting of the passenger seat in the car.

These signs might come all at once, on day one, or they may arrive like busses, too late and in threes. With me, the signs were quite different, there was no lipstick, the credit card bill was fine and no one else had been in the car. 

The start was Monique...

... and the finish obsession.

Finding Out.

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Craig and I had been married for some ten years when I start my story. Let me get it straight right now, there were no visible problems; sex was pretty good, there was enough money for a new car every year and we had just paid off the mortgage. We took some pretty good holidays and the only thing missing was the children. 

We were trying for them at last and the sex became an 'almost' obsession as we just kept on trying. In the end, we had to admit that it was not looking so good so I paid a visit to the doctor for the usual gamut of tests.

The result shocked me, more than shocked, I was dazed. 

I was not fertile, or should I say that I was no longer fertile. The doctor told me that I had a case of Chlamydia, that silent curse that is passed by one sexual partner to the other, a kind of poisoned sexual calling card. 

Doctor Vasy had told me that, judging by the damage, I had been infected five or more years ago!

I drove home in a turmoil of anger and confusion. Mainly anger. Sometime a few years ago Craig must have slept with another woman because I had certainly been one hundred percent faithful.

So I got home in a fury; how I managed to drive home without ramming some other poor driver or a lamppost I'll never know.

I stormed into the house with a shout of that shit's name to find him in the kitchen making a coffee.

"Craig, you piece of shit!" I shouted making him jump with shock. I have never seen him so surprised; he almost threw the mug across the room with the surprise.

"What? What is it?"

Well he could scarcely know that I had been to Doctor Vasy because I hadn't told him that I was going.

"Who have you been fucking?"

There is no substitute for being direct. Just to add to the tension I was shouting at the top of my voice.

I saw him choke up. It's a dead give away with Craig, before he can lie he just has to swallow. It's a poker tell that I've been using for years and he was never the wiser.

"Darling, I would never..."

"You fucking liar," I shouted at the top of my voice. "Can I get Chlamydia from a toilet seat? How dare you tell me lies! I don't bloody well think so. The only cock that I've been riding is yours, for ten fucking years, so I want an explanation right now!"

Craig went white. I'll swear all the blood drained from his face as though it had been sucked out. In fact I nearly thought that he was going to fall over. His mouth moved but no sound came out, not even a gurgle or hiccup.

So to keep up the pressure I carried on yelling at my wanker of a husband: "Who is the slut? Where have you been putting your dick and which hole?"

Strange Hobbies.

Well the truth can be stranger than fiction, it does not happen very often but when it does you fall down flat with surprise. It is like when a magician pulls back the cloth and there is the blonde, all in one piece again!

Craig left me in shock because I would never have suspected it of him. His voice was small and I almost had to get him to repeat what he said before I could make sense of it.

"I went to a dominatrix!"

"Pardon? I mean 'pardon me'! You went to some cunt of a whore?"

Craig hung his head, he could not face me and look me in the eye. That is a sure sign that what you are being told is the truth so I just had to listen and try to figure it out.

"Yes I paid her," he said in his small voice, "but, I needed it, I really did."

"What you needed some woman to give you a thrashing?" I asked in amazement. 

Then I remembered a conversation that Craig and I had about five years before. He had wanted me to dress up in more than lingerie, boots and so on and I had refused him and ridiculed his request.

I suppose that I was to blame as well, but there was no way that I was going to let him off the hook. So I did what I always did and went onto the attack.

"Who?"

"I forget!"

I laughed at his naïveté. "You are going to tell me that you have stopped this now? Who is she?"

"Mistress Monique," he replied.

"Where?"

"Really, Sabrina," he said, "you cannot possibly go and see her, please!"

"Tell me now, Craig, or I'll throw you out of the house. I may still do it but do as I say!"

Craig heaved a sigh and disappeared to come back after a minute with a calling card that he passed to me.

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Mistress Monique

Your Superior.

Tel 092-131-121212121

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I glanced at the gold and black card and revised my opinion of Miss Monique just a little. Not too tacky at all. I passed it back to Craig and told him to call her up.

"Please, Sabrina, don't make me do this, Please!"

"Call the bitch up, I want to speak to her."

I Supped With the She Devil.

So there I was knocking on the door. Actually I was not so stupid to go to Mistress Monique's working address, I just organised a meet with her. I just had to see this woman who had persuaded my husband to pay for sex with her.

Amazing! 

She agreed!

So I thought that I'd box clever. You know, get the slag out of her element and have a good old shouting match with her. So I thought, what better place for a meeting than a posh restaurant in Soho, that den of sexual iniquity in the West End.

So I booked a table at a little restaurant that I had heard of, but never been to. Translated from the Italian it is called 'The Wolf's Maw' and is really a pretty smart 'before the theatre' restaurant.

I made sure that I got there early. It never looks good being late for a meeting with a whore. So there I was, alone at the table, glass of red in hand; a pretty good Barolo if I might say. I had a dozen things in my mind lined up to say. From the copiously crude to the elegant posh 'put down', they were all prepared.

So when Monique came into the restaurant dressed in jeans and fur coat I did not even recognise her. For a moment she looked around and then she came directly to my table. 

"I suppose that you are Mrs Sabrina Sanders," she said in a cool voice. 

Without waiting for an answer she flicked her fur to one side and sat opposite me at the table.

"Then you must be Mistress Monique," I replied, stressing the 'Mistress' with a slight sneer.

"Oh! Don't bother with all that crap, 'Miss' is quite enough." She laughed. "It's only my clients that call me 'Mistress'."

At that moment the waiter arrived and offered the menu and the wine list. I really believe that Monique and I would never have ended up friends and more if he had not come at that moment to break the two prize fighters apart.

As it was, she ordered the wine and I ordered the food for the both of us and we had cooled down a little.

Once the ice had been somewhat broken she proved to be sharp witted and a lot more down to earth than I had ever thought.

"Craig is a proper little darling, really," she said with a smile, "he does all that he is told without a murmur and more besides!"

I gritted my teeth to stop myself having a right go at the woman and just about managed. I could feel myself starting to actually like the bitch!

"You know that five years ago you gave him Chlamydia and he passed it on to me!" I said between clenched teeth.

"Is that how you found out?" she said and reached to touch my hand. "I mean that Craig was cheating on you?"

I pulled my hand out of reach without letting her make contact and let her continue, "He has only been coming to my studio for two years, so, five years ago is impossible..."

I looked into her eyes and realised that she was telling the truth. 

"Well I hope that he has not passed it to you then," I said.

"Unlikely, I have never allowed him that pleasure, so it's a bit improbable."

"What? You mean that he's never fucked... I mean that he's never once?"

I was lost for words, totally. I mean what's the man paying for if he never gets even a fuck? 

'Amazing.' I thought.

"Change the subject," she said. "I mean you know what I do, or at least you have some idea. What do you do?"

"I design furniture," I said, "Mostly in wood, but we've now started in steel and brass."

"Design? Or make as well?"

I found myself being distracted from my purpose here. This was turning into a meal with a companion, lover or friend and not with the bitch who fucked my husband. 

Of course it turns out that she didn't, she hadn't!

There is one other bit of the conversation that I have to report. I asked her what she charged. Monique's answer was a little evasive, since she told me that it depends on the service, but her final comment floored me.

"About four to seven hundred an hour."

"Pounds? I mean, that much?"

"Well would you do it for less?"

"Of course not."

"Well then. Since I enjoy it as well it's all just cream in my coffee. In fact you could say that I live the life."

"Can I come round and have a look. I mean, I'm not a voyeur or something but I just have to see."

"Alone?"

"Of course."

"Well, I do couples as well," said Monique with a smile. "Should I be charging you when you arrive? Or is it a social visit?"

"I have no idea! I suppose social, but if I take up your time...!"

"I'll tell you what. You come round with at least six hundred in your hands and we'll see. I'll get the bill!"

Monique paid the bill and I left a huge tip. We stood in Archer Street as she lit a cigarette. 

"There used to be a casino here," she said. "I once tried to get a job here once. That was a few years ago!"

We walked to Piccadilly together. We did not speak a word; we were both too deep in thought. In the end I left her as I hopped into a cab. She stood in her ultra high heels and fur coat, drawing deeply on the cigarette and puffing the blue smoke into the fresh night air.

Jeans and a fur coat indeed!

Flash trash with a stash! 

But, I had to admit that despite my reservations I liked her. In fact I felt some strange gravitational force pulling me towards her orbit. 

Maybe more.

She was direct, she did not flaunt, she just was. Monique was one of those women who never fits in but she forces a place in any level of society and is accepted for what she is.

I had one last impression of a cynical smile on her face but I might have mistaken amusement for disdain.

Devil's Kitchen.

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It is the strangest feeling going to a prostitute. When you are a woman and it's the first time then you get the butterflies in the stomach and a worried feeling that someone is following you!

At any rate there I was wandering through Fulham with a pit in my stomach and a wad of cash in my hand. It was me that asked to come, what had I been thinking?

At last, even though I went as slowly as possible I wound up standing on the steps of her address wondering if pressing the bell was really a good idea. I mean, what the fuck was I doing?

I had waited for this meeting for three weeks now. I had to find a day when Craig was tied up and when I could get away with a few hours to spare. It also seemed that Monique had a full diary!

I was on the point of turning on my heel and heading for the tube station, when the door opened and I found myself looking into the eyes of a middle aged man who seemed to be a sort of butler.

He nodded to me and said, "Sabrina? You are expected."

So that was it then. I could no longer retreat from this foolish expedition. Yes, I was curious about Monique and what my husband was doing here. But a great deal of the reason had fled at the point that I realised that Craig had visited a number of prostitutes over the years, Monique was just the latest.

I followed the man in the uniform into the house and allowed him to take my coat. He then led me to a room that was like a bedroom without the bed. Chests of drawers and wardrobes ranged the walls and a makeup table on the wall gave the room a theatrical air.

"Please wait here," he said.

I sat on the only armchair available and waited for Monique. At length she came and I stood to greet her.

"Sabrina," she said. "I wondered if you would have the nerve to turn up! Did you bring the money?"

I surrendered the six hundred pounds that I had brought and wondered what the fuck I was doing here.

"The money is not important," she said. "It just represents our relationship for the moment. Keep it in mind that you have paid me and thus I owe you a service. The paradox is that the service is going to be that you do as you are told."

"Does that mean that I have to call you mistress?"

"Only if you fancy doing so," she replied. "Most men get a kick out of it, most women prefer not to... On the other hand I think that you will at least for today."

She took my hand and turned me around. One hand lifted the hem of my skirt so that she could look at my legs. Then she stood behind me and pulled me into her and cupped my breasts. I allowed her to manhandle me, in fact it was an interesting experience and I felt myself relax in her hands.

"You have a great figure, Sabrina, slim but also largish breasts and wide hips under a narrow waist. I think that you would look great in anything, so I will not give you much advice. Just pick from the clothes in this room and I will send Tania. She does the makeup for me and a few other things besides."

"Where do I put my clothes?" I asked. 

She pointed at a wardrobe with a dismissive gesture and left me to my own devices.

I meandered from one collection to the other. It was all here, I could have dressed in any one of a million ways. From Bavarian milkmaid to rubber slut and back to French maid. 

In the end I decided that a full length leather dress, split up to the thigh was the thing and I poured myself into it. I kept my heels on, black and metal stilettos, and added stockings that came to not much over the knee.

Tania turned out to look like a lost art student. Maybe nineteen years old and a masterful touch with the makeup. Blue feathers for lashes and azure eyelids fading to black on my glossy lips. 

The amazing thing was that it takes me an hour to apply lipstick and foundation and then to finish it off. She managed the lot in ten minutes and the effect was stunning.

Throne Room

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I was led to Monique's chambers. I could not decide if I looked like a trashy sex slave ready to be used; or a mistress who would elegantly make her needs known with a flutter of the fingers. But, the feeling of chaos in my head and the willing loss of control excited me.

I was losing control and the feeling intoxicated me.

When I arrived Mistress Monique was sitting on a throne. A huge wood and leather armchair that stood on a wide carpeted dais. The rest of the room was empty but I noted that the walls were festooned with chains and fixed rings of steel.

Mistress Monique said, "Sabrina, you have chosen very well, that outfit is perfect."

I felt a glow of pleasure at her praise. She indicated with her hand that I should come to her side and as I approached she held up a pair of satin gloves in red.

"Put these on, now!"

I pulled on the gloves and then found out why she wished me to wear them as Monique cuffed my wrists together with hand cuffs that would have broken and bruised the skin if the soft material of the gloves had not protected me.

She knelt me down by her throne and arranged me as if I was a doll. The feeling was a total high, I was her ornament, a pliable doll by her throne and the idea caused me to blush with excitement, the excitement of having all resolution taken away and substituted for subservience.

"There is some thing else that you need to wear for me," she said as she pulled a Venetian porcelain mask over my face. 

I sighed and it must have sounded like lust, it was emotional hunger, I suppose!

The mask covered my face from my upper lip to forehead, effectively concealing my face. With great care she arranged me to perfection. The long leather dress was arranged so that a deep décolleté was shown and the hem, allowing the tops of the low stockings to show. Finally the mask so that the black lips were displayed and the feathered lashes fluttered as they should.

"Remember," she said. "Do always as you are told and you will learn what you want to know, even though you do not know that you need this knowledge yet. Not a word are you allowed to say. No sound. You are Orpheus to Eurydice, you are my slave but I have consideration for you, do not forget that whatever I do it is for your good. Your good and my pleasure!"

I opened my mouth to speak. I intended to ask her a question or two. Either she sensed it in me or else she was sublimating her personality to the role that she was assuming. Her hand touched my black lips and she shushed me with pursed lips.

"Obedience!"

I sat waiting, she sat on the throne and crossed her legs. "Look forward, into the distance, not at the persons that will be in the room," she said.

The door opened and the butler entered. In his hand was a leather quirt, a crop that ended in a short tail with knotted braids. He came to the throne and bowed. The crop he placed at Monique's feet with a delicate little movement.

"Your next appointment waits for you, Mistress," he said as he genuflected.

"Bring him in then," she said.

The butler left, and as he exited a naked man came into the room. The naked man was, of course, Craig. I should have seen it coming, it was so obvious. No wonder that the appointment had taken several weeks to organise. Mistress Monique had allowed us both time to cover up the fact that we were both cheating with her!

Craig's hands were bound behind his back and his ankles were restricted by cuffs with short chains between them. They made his steps into a shuffle, an abject hobbling.

"Pass me the whip," said Mistress Monique in a hard tone as he approached.

Craig picked up the whip with his lips and teeth and stood holding it ready to pass to his mistress. I wondered what Mistress Monique was up to, what was she trying to tell me? I could not guess at the moment, I could not see the destination, just the road.

Mistress Monique's hand whipped out and slapped my husband. There was a sound almost like crockery breaking as the full power of her arm came into play.

"I said pass me the whip! I did not say hold the whip for me. I did not say pick the whip up. I did not say fondle the whip with your tongue. I did not say kiss the whip. You really have to learn to obey me properly, word for word."

Craig did not react, he just hung his head and offered the evil looking crop to her with both bound hands. 

"If I have to correct your behaviour again, you will regret it. I know that your wife is considering your position in her life so you really don't want me to be contacting her, do you?"




The Other Woman



I could see the fear in his eyes. 

The threat of whip and wife was all part of his addiction. She was the heroin in the red hot spoon and the trail of white on the mirror. He was the possessed who craved the fix and she was the needle in his arm.

I felt breathless as I watched her deal with my husband and I wondered if I would rather be in his or her place.

The erection proved Craig's addiction.

It showed me the second lesson that I had learned that afternoon. The first lesson was that abuse could be dished out as long as the abused did not recognise it as exploitation. The second lesson was that this man was in the power of any woman or possibly even a man who knew where the keys to his locks were kept. 

I felt a shiver run down me because I too was in the grip of a similar catharsis. I was hesitating between being the used bitch of Mistress Monique and the proud manipulator of Craig. She was finding the well hidden keys to my locks as well.

She took the crop, that goddess, and let it pass through her hands a couple of times before she sat on her throne. So far she had ignored my presence except that she was showing me the power that she had over my husband.

Monique beckoned to my husband until he came within her reach and then her hand reached out and took his prick with a motion that pushed him from tip to base with a smooth motion of her gloved hands.

Craig stood stock still and to my total amazement he climaxed!

Craig came with a spurt over her hand and a splash on her nylon clad knees.

That one move of her hand had brought him to orgasm with just a single move. A smile played on her lips, a curious sort of disdain and satisfaction crossed her face. 

"Did I give you permission to come? Have I ever given you permission?" she allowed her voice to slip into the mode of a schoolmarm or perhaps a bored mother talking down to her child. 

"This is now the third time that you have coughed up slime from your pathetic little cock. This time I shall punish you in an exemplary manner. 

Slave Mistress Slave

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Craig looked scared.

A real look of fear spread over his face as he eyed the evil crop that dangled from Mistress Monique's hand. Then there was another component of this scene that he did not understand. Who was the beautiful woman who knelt like a gorgeous masked doll by her mistress' side?

Craig concentrated on Monique and fulfilling her wishes. It was so difficult to understand what she wanted. 

Did she want him to come just so that she could punish him for it?

Was she showing the woman in the white mask her power?

Was she really pleased or displeased with Craig?

He bowed his head and thanked his stars that he could not figure it all out. It was just too much for him. This woman was an enigma. She took his money and slapped him for it. 

She enjoyed his confusion.

He wondered at the butler. That almost silent, enigmatic man who, it seemed, served as her slave. But, he was never naked, but always subservient. Uniformed and deferential but, he was never grovelling. 

More of a servant than a slave. I thought.

Monique walked around her captive. Of course there were two captives in the room, myself and my husband but it seemed that somehow we had different status and the I was the slave of Monique where as he was treated like the slave of a slave.

I wondered at her next move. It came with a suddenness that was blinding and made me start in shock. She laid a blow of the crop, that veil hybrid of horse-whip and tawse across his thighs. The blow landed on the bunched muscle at the top of his legs, narrowly missing his balls.

But, Monique did not stop there; the whip slashed his thighs from the front and then returned on the backstroke to score his soft ass with lines that ran across the smooth flesh like traces of a hot needle.

Craig almost fell.

His chained and fettered ankles almost tripped him and his bound arms unbalanced him.

But he stayed upright.

"I have decided that you are no longer to have sex with your wife," said Monique. "To that end I will punish you until you cannot allow her to see your naked body!"

"But you promised!" cried Craig. "You said..."

As he spoke the whip slashed out again in an arc of pain. Now it etched his chest and back. Fore stroke to his back and return to his chest. The knots and tails of the cat left cuts in the soft flesh that welled slightly.

"How dare you tell me what I did or did not say, bitch," screamed Monique as she prowled around him like a leopard that has its prey quivering, ready for the kill. "I decide what I said or not."

She allowed the whip to trail over his chest and shoulders as she walked around.

"I have decided to mark you as mine, little Craig. You cannot hide from the women in your life. They have the right to know your inner thoughts, the inner motivations and they have the right to have your keys to you in their hands."

"Please Mistress," he was sobbing the words now. His chest was heaving with the repressed emotion and the reality of it all. "She will leave me and I love her more than anything!"

"If you love her then why are you here at all?"

"Because she does not understand that I have to serve and obey her. She thinks that we should be a partnership and we are equal."

The braids of the whip reached out and kissed his upper arms, leaving their marks for all to see. She was marking him like a farmer marks his sheep, making him hers for all the females of the world to see.

"You are wrong. She does not understand that both you and she have to serve."

I let those words roll around my consciousness and reverberate like a tolling of bells. She understood me.

*****

I just could not believe how he was submitting to this treatment. He was prepared to sacrifice or marriage and at the same time he told her that he loved me. What the fuck was going on in his mind?

What was going on in my mind?

I sat quietly. Sooner or later I knew that Monique would involve me in her scheme, I just did not know how. At last she had enough of whipping my husband. She stopped in front of him and pushed one foot forward.

I cannot tell you how exciting it was to see Craig lean forward and kiss her feet. He licked her shoes and heels with a will and sucked her heels as she moved her feet. I was not really sure why it was so exciting but it was as if she had sublimated his need to fuck into a need to be fucked. The heel was her stiff prick, it passed his lips in a simulation of sex, of oral rape that she ordered him to submit to as she twisted her stilettos to allow him to impale himself on their steel.

I think what got me dripping was the sheer hold that she had on him. She lit a cigarette and smoked as he lavished all his love on her feet, her shoes, her heels and her toes. It would have been farcical except that Craig meant it!

He was willingly allowing her to fuck him by proxy!

Finally he was finished and she had smoked the last breath from the cigarette. The last wisp of brown blue smoke trickled up and dispersed. 

She clapped her hands and the servant, that strange slave butler entered the room carrying a wooden box that he presented to Mistress Monique.

She nodded to him and he left the room, silently as he had come.

Craig was kneeling in abject submission on the lower steps of the dais of her throne. Monique turned to me and unlocked one of my hand cuffs as she moved my hands in front of me and then refettered them. As she did so she winked to me. A sign of reassurance, a sign that she was on my side, that she was doing all this for me.

I nodded back at her and stood as she bade me. 

Monique opened the small box to reveal a small bag of silk that she took out and unwrapped. From where Craig was he could not see what it was but I could. It was a ring, a ring of steel, surgical steel. An inch in diameter and with steel as thick as a ball point pen, the ring opened wide in two halves to enclose him with a permanent sign of her possession.

Holding it up in the light revealed two names engraved deep in the steel. 'Monique' was scribed deep in that metal, his new owner, fantasy and real. His wife was retracting her ownership, this was another sort of band.

I nearly clicked it closed but Monique's hand stayed me as she mimed that once the ring was closed it could not be removed without cutting it off. 

I smiled at her and she spoke to me in low tones.

"Bitch, place the ring on him, slap him and then leave the room like the good slave that you are. Do not forget that I allowed you to escape my world, this time. Next time you will not be so lucky, but I choose the time and the place. It is by my good graces that you leave at all. That you leave with something at all is a great deal to be grateful for."

I turned to Craig and lifted my head sharply to make him stand. I dared not speak because I was worried that he would recognise my voice.

Craig stood.

I reached out with my fettered hands and clipped the ring around his balls. It was not tight, but too little space remained to slip it off. 

I reached back and slapped him with the back of my hand. The edge of my fetters caught his face, leaving a cut that stood in relief on his jaw.

I bowed at Mistress Monique and walked slowly out of the room.

She had showed me the way.

I just had to follow.

If I could.

Waiting for return.

I met the butler, he was waiting dutifully outside the door for me. When I arrived he led me to the front door and opened it.

"What about my clothes?" I asked.

"They have been destroyed, Madame." He said as he reached down and picked up a bright heart shaped plastic handbag and passed it to me. "This is yours now!"

I looked inside and noted that every item from my old bag had been placed in it except for all my money. Just a few pounds in change lay in my purse, all the cash was gone!

"Money? How do I get home?"

"Madame the night bus fare is there in your hand." As he spoke he pointed at the coins.

I pulled a face and walked into the night. Dressed like a hooker in leather and stockings.

As I walked down the steps I was glad that I had left my Louboutin heels on. I saw him watch me walk into the night, a sexualised whore. I was hot as fuck, what Monique had taught me in that two hour session was a revelation. 

*****

I got home at eleven. All the way I had been stared at and been ogled by every man who noticed that he could see my stocking tops through the slit of my long gothic leather dress.

As soon as I got in I cast off the shoes and made a coffee.

Monique had given no indication of her intentions with Craig so I decided to wait for him.

Should I wait in the clothes that she had gifted me or should it be in normal dress? I weighed up the various outcomes that I imagined and decided on staying dressed in the costume that I was wearing, but without the mask...

It was after one that the door opened quietly and Craig slipped into the house as quietly as he could. I imagined his balls being born down by the heavy ring. I could almost see through his clothes to the stripes that Monique had left on his smooth skin.

As soon as he had shut the door I switched on the light. The brightness made him leap around to see me, mask dangling from my hand, the vision of the slave who had fitted him with the heavy ring that marked him as property.

I allowed him to stare for a moment, to realise that I knew everything. 

All.

"Strip!" I said, mustering as much confidence as possible. "Now!"

He stripped and I saw the crusts on his cuts, the softening of his flesh with welts and the steel ring that crushed his independence.

He saw with shock his wife standing there.

He saw with shock the woman who had watched him punished.

He saw that they were both one and the same.

I could see that he was hesitating between ardour, excitement, fear and shock. His prick was like a barometer of his thoughts. It could not make its mind up as to whether what he was facing was a cause for joy or a cause for regret.

As for me I flickered like a flame, half between guttering in the wind that was Monique or burning bright in the brain of Craig. 

Consequences.

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Have I left you hanging?

Wondering what happened next when the leather tart met the errant husband?

Were you expecting some huge sexual finale? 

You might get one yet.

Well you might think that poor little Craig was in a bad position, what with the fact that he had been caught paying another visit to his mistress, you know the wrong one!

It turns out that I was still not interested in the sexual side of dominating Craig. Yes, it's true that I got a taste for it when I met Monique and saw how she operated. But even Monique, it turns out, often never actually had sex with her clients!

I suppose that's the big secret that is hidden from wives and lovers. It is that all this domination has a sexual root but in reality it manifests itself as a game that is played between consenting adults. 

All I was really doing was signing up to play the game and it is more fun than you might guess from the comments above.

It works like this. Craig was mine, he always had been but I had never asserted my ownership; now that had all changed! Once a month he got sent to Monique with his allowance in his pocket to gift to the woman who Craig hungered for.

Sometimes she let him climax, more often than not she did not. At every visit he carried a letter to her from me. A memo that listed all his faults and failures since the last granting of absolution. 

I just did not have any sexual interest in him anymore. Monique had taken that from me. Seeing him come at her single touch purged me of that leisure activity.

That was what I lost. That was what he lost!

The ordinary sex life, the intercourse twice a week, the blow and hand jobs that used to sustain us, even though his thoughts wandered back to his fetish. 

That had faded to black. 

His punishment was to be used and abused without the relief and safety of a home life.

Now that that door was opened there were occasionally other men who tickled my fancy. They pleased me while my former husband stayed in the cage that he had made for his own room. He laid there hearing the sounds of lovemaking coming through the walls.

I never once let him in.

I allowed Craig to stay as long as the business became mine. He consented... That was the deal. I suppose that he thought that all the concessions that he made would result in some sort of twenty four--seven relationship where sex would rear its head. What he discovered is that most basic of facts. The fantasies of two adults rarely coincide, someone has to lose. 

This time it was Craig. 

The next time it would be me. 

I was ripe for the plucking!

He allowed me to shift the whole business into my name and I allowed him to stay. That was pretty much the whole deal. He had become an employee and I had become the 'hot' businesswoman of the moment. 

You may have seen the small feature in some of the woman's magazines that used words like 'refreshing' and 'bracing' in describing the way the business had grown and what an inspiration I was to other women who run their own business'. 

When they interviewed Craig and asked him what it was like to be an employee for his wife he answered that he was satisfied with things the way they were and could not imagine it otherwise.

By then I had become obsessed by Monique. I needed to get close. She was all I could think about, she was all I needed. Meeting her was like climaxing, I became breathless and winded, my pulse raced and just the smell of a cigarette was enough to take me to that parting in Piccadilly.

One thing had changed a little. Our furniture business, which used to be sustained by single orders of individual pieces, swelled as we started to produce pieces for women like Monique. Basically the market is huge, but almost invisible, and we made pieces from steel that would make almost anyone blush. But, those times are gone and the business was sold.

I was left in charge of my life and my husband, but somehow I was dissatisfied with my lot. I slept with a few men but I was discontented with them. 

I needed more. 

I needed Monique.

Monique's Need.

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Well Monique and I kept well in touch. In fact we met about once every couple of weeks as we relived that first tense meal that we had all those months ago. 

She was responsible for the changes that took place in my wardrobe. That leather dress was still a favourite of mine, especially with stockings and heels. 

I suppose that it had become my hunting outfit. 

Whatever she suggested I bought. One time we met and I spent the whole time hoping that she would realise that I was wearing the latex skirt that she had commented on. 

For her! 

I was hoping for just a word an acknowledgment that would make my day complete. But, she never said a word, her hand seemed to linger on my smooth ass for a moment but that was all the sign she gave, if sign it was.

*****

One week, about six months after the events above we met in the Savoy for a cup of tea and a chat. The Thames Foyer is a beautiful place to meet. I enjoyed taking Monique to all the places that showed London to its best advantage. In fact I had a whole bundle of friends but I met none of them as often as Monique.

That day was the day that she told me her real name and at last I knew that she was not only my best friend, I was hers. 

I was hers.

There is a fantastic glass dome in that room. The whole place is lit in clear sunlight in the morning and an airy Edwardian atmosphere pervades the place.

We were both relaxed and enjoying just the presence of the other.

"You know that 'Monique' is just a stage name, a pen name?" she said as she sipped her tea. "I mean, it's just not on, having your real name on the lips of clients like I have!"

"Do you want me to guess?"

"No, not really. Olivia is really not the right name for a dominatrix and so I changed it to Monique because that had a sort of French taste, sort of short for Dominique."

"Well I'll keep on calling you Monique," I replied. "It just seems right."

"I think that perhaps you might use Mistress Monique," she said.

"As you like," I answered as my heart thundered.

"You are right and you have made my mind up about something important for me. The reason for me telling you all this is that James has left me. You will remember him as the 'butler' who opened the door to you that Friday afternoon when you came to visit." 

"Was he a husband or a lover?"

"Neither really. He was a client who ended up staying for the duration. He was ideal, he did so much for myself and the clients without ever needing anything in exchange."

"Why did he leave?" I asked. 

"It's a bit difficult to explain really, but let's say that I found him another woman who he has now to serve!"

"So what are you going to do?"

"I need a butler! Tania does all the organising; she's a sort of secretary who I am training for the business as well as doing clothes, makeup and such like."

"Are you suggesting what I think that you are?" I said. "I mean Craig..."

"Is married," she said as she completed my sentence. "Well, the answer is: yes and no! Actually since you put my ring on him he has other priorities that take precedence over mere marriage!"

I sat back in the chair and looked her in the eye. 

She was wearing her fur coat and jeans again. That strange combination that worked for her and no one else! The dark make up and the high heels said something about her that was sexual, almost indefinable to a woman, but most men recognised her strength and paid some sort of obeisance.




The Other Woman



To me it was like a bottomless pit, I could have stared into that face all day and all night. I was falling into that pit, already with arms and legs spread, falling for ever and ever.

"Monique tell me? Tell me what you would like? What can I do?"

'She's going to take Craig and I really want her to take me,' I thought as I watched her eyelids flutter.

"I would like everything! 

That's all I ever needed in life.

You!"

*****

Domestic Bliss.

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The house is a large one. It is one of those places that presents a face to the street that makes it look like a four room house. Actually it has about ten rooms depending on how you count them. 

Mistress Monique lives in and uses almost the whole house. 

Tania occupies a small room in the basement, that typical London arrangement with windows that look into a cavity that lies before the house. The deep hole that is bridged by the pathway to the front door.

That room is the only one that is always locked.

Tania likes her privacy and she is the boss of her own space.

Otherwise I have to clean the whole house. Craig does his bit but he has his hands full with the jobs that Mistress Monique dishes out at the start of the day.

I start at the top and work my way down to the basement. I dust, vacuum and polish all morning long. When that is finished I attend to all those little tasks that Mistress Monique needs doing. 

Mistress Monique is strict, there's no doubt about it. She keeps an eye on everything and makes sure that we do our allotted tasks to a standard that she expects.

She chose a nice little uniform for me, a short red taffeta and lace dress with all white trimmings. My outfit is just a little on the daring side. Craig gets the butler's outfit because he is often seen by the callers to the house. 

So, what, you ask made me do it? 

I mean, to go from successful business woman with all the affairs that she could handle to become the domestic servant in a house of ill-repute?

It's simple really. 

I discovered that when Mistress Monique asked, I just had to obey. I know that sounds crazy, but she had filled me with herself. Mistress Monique had poured herself into me and I just had to be near her all the time. This was the only way.

Call it love if you will.

It isn't love really. It's more obsession than love and affection. Sort of worship I suppose. Ever since I let Mistress Monique put the cuffs on me, that first visit, I was drawn and I suppose that it was just a matter of time before Mistress Monique told me to serve her.

The short months before were like a false dawn. It seemed that I was becoming stronger and more in control of my life but the truth of it was that Mistress Monique was grooming me for her use.

*****

My morning starts at six in the morning with preparation for that day's work. I have a shower and clean myself. Mistress Monique insists on cleanliness for myself and Craig.

"You never know when I might need to offer or sell you or your husband to a client. Or perhaps as a favour to a dear friend so you must be ready at all times," she said as she led me through the routine the first time.

She was right. 

We have earned her a fortune!

So in the shower I primp and preen and make sure that I am presentable should I have to serve. The next thing is to dress. This does not take long because Mistress Monique has decided that I should just wear the short dress and shoes and that no other clothes are needed. 

It did seem strange at first, being accessible all the time but Mistress Monique likes to make sure that her guests can use her maid with the minimum of fuss.

When all the preparation is done I have to make sure that breakfast is presented at exactly eight in the morning. A tray is left with coffee and hot croissants for Tania and I am actually allowed to serve Mistress Monique personally.

Sometimes she is alone in bed and tries to coax me in between the covers with words of affection. When she does it is the highlight of the day because she is so open-handed with her orders.

She guides my body to gratify hers and I am fulfilled.

She has started to train me how to please her and Craig is sometimes trained as well. Just yesterday all three of us spent until eleven in the morning in bed as she showed Craig how to use just his lips to make a woman climax while she showed me how to massage her beautiful body as Craig made her orgasm continually. 

I have never been so happy before.

The day then normally continues with the cleaning and washing. I find that this takes until about one in the afternoon when it is my duty to serve the meal that Craig has prepared for Mistress Monique and Tania.

I stand and wait for them, ready to fetch anything they might need while they eat and discuss the day and the appointments that have been made.

I try not to listen to this discussion because Mistress Monique told me that it is none of my concern, the business of the house. She says that my betters will look after me as they will and that is all I need to know about, is their decisions.

The business of the afternoon consists of all the appointments that Mistress Monique has. Sometimes I am required to wait on Mistress Monique and her clients in some way. Since she almost never allows them contact with her body I am often used as a substitute for her.

"Just do as you are asked," she said to me. "If you are to act as doll for the clients, then they must find you fully compliant. I never want to hear any sort of resistance; you are the part of me that serves the client."

Those clients, they learn to please Mistress' body, but they never touch it, they would never be permitted. Instead they serve her by using me. Mistress Monica told me that I must never climax when they lick and cosset me because that would be stealing her orgasms, so I stay cold and let them fuck and serve without allowing myself any gratification.

It is what she wants.

Occasionally Craig is called in to serve, when the client has paid extra and wishes to abuse a man, not a woman. This he does most skilfully. I must say that I am really proud of the way that he follows his orders. I have watched him suck and swallow exactly as Mistress Monica trained him to do. As far as I know he has never failed to please, no matter how difficult or demeaning the task that he has been given.

For myself I can modestly say that I have done all that is required of me and even been rewarded with a kind word from Mistress Monique. 

It is the most that I am allowed.

The evening is spent making sure that Tania and Mistress Monique are comfortable and contented. That means making sure that favourite snacks and drinks are at hand at all times and any other personal service that they may require.

Tania is particularly appreciative of the massages that I give to her legs and feet. With gentle strokes of the fingers and tongue I sooth the cares of her day away. Of course Tania is Mistress Monique's collaborator and I have to serve her as well, but my day is made when I am allowed to sit at Mistress Monique's feet and give them a soft resting place.

It is the evening that Craig and I are punished if for any reason we have been less than perfect in our duties. Mistress Monique picks the punishment and applies it with great determination.

She is supreme, she decides and the weight of choice is lifted from my shoulders. Our betters should have power over us, that is now my creed, my reason for breathing.

Finally it is midnight and we go to bed. Occasionally, and it is really quite seldom, Mistress Monique picks one of us to go to bed with her to play with. I don't think that I have spent more than a night a month with her in all the time that I have served her.

When I have been picked I have tried so hard to satisfy her, but sometimes she is just in need of me to vent her anger or frustration at the irritations of the day. That is her right, her privilege and she needs the outlet.

As she tells me, that is what I am there for, I am her plaything.

It is what I wanted from the first time that she shackled my hands, Craig was the one that discovered Monica but in the end it was I that became addicted to Mistress Monique.

She is the needle in my arm.

The End.

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Copyright Miss Irene Clearmont 2011(Oct)



The Other Woman



I am one of those women who used to be referred to in hushed tones at the church women's group and the CWA (Country Women's Association) scone judging as 'the other woman' and in the press which delighted in reporting such matters as divorce cases, as 'the co-respondent' and in men's clubs as 'the mistress' or 'his bit of fluff' or 'his bit on the side'. All of these euphemisms were descriptions of a woman who was having an affair with another woman's husband.

Okay, I admit that I'm that I am having an affair with a man who just happens to be legally married to, and not divorced from, another woman, that much is true. That this 'affair' is not the sleazy relationship that all of those euphemisms hint at is something that the straight-laced people of this town cannot comprehend, simply because they do not know the full circumstances of my relationship with Edward le Tourneau.

It all began a year ago when I answered an advertisement in the newspaper for a Secretary to the CEO of a large family owned pastoral company. The requirements were simple enough, keyboard skills with the emphasis on word processing and spreadsheets, a good phone manner and most of all an appreciation of the rural demographics. Coming from a rural background I applied for the position and was over-joyed to be asked in for an interview.

I wore my best conservative business suit and minimal make-up, reasoning that rural types didn't like painted ladies. I arrived ten minutes before my appointment and made use of the waiting time to look at the company's annual report that was conveniently placed on the coffee table in front of me, a point not lost on the receptionist. A few minutes after another applicant left she led me to the board room where the interview would be conducted and I was introduced to Edward le Tourneau, his wife Rachel and brother William, all directors of the company.

"Won't you sit down." Edward said, indicating a chair. I sat and took a deep breath to compose myself. He looked at my résumé for a couple of minutes. "You seem to be suitably qualified for this position so we have little doubt that you can carry out its technical functions. The reason that we called you in is to see how well you will fit in with us, you see you will be working closely with each of us at various times. Now I see that you were brought up in the bush, can you tell us a little about your life, what you did and what your father did?"

"He was for many years the manager of a Stock and Station agency and I grew up with market prices for crops and livestock, weather forecasts both immediate and long range, pest eradication and crop selections. I loved it and was half way through a degree in agricultural science with an emphasis on rural demographics when he died suddenly. Mum didn't cope that well so I gave up my studies to be with her. I was the only family she had."

"We're sorry to hear that. What part of your studies, I know you mentioned rural demographics, did you find most interesting?"

"I was interested in many things from how to keep the kids on the farm to crop selection, whether the farmers should move into the area of GM crops for instance, taking into consideration its benefits as far as increased yields and reliability against the opposition from environmental lobby, the viability of 'on farm' value adding as well as livestock selection for the area. It's really interesting."

"Good." He smiled at me as he made a note on the pad in front of him. "What do you do in your spare time, do you play any sports, or have any hobbies or interests?"

"What spare time?" I smiled at them, I needed to show them that I was confident in dealing with people that I've just met and who were in a dominant position. "Actually I do play netball for the local team, it gets me out of the house and away from the computer, and I need that to recharge my batteries. I did a triathlon last year, I placed in the middle of the field and told myself that it wasn't too bad for a part timer in her first race."

"What about cooking and things like that I assume that if you looked after your mother you gained some experience?" Mrs le Tourneau asked.

"I've been cooking pretty much my whole life, when I was a little girl my mother would let me help out, it started with licking the beaters and helping her to clean up and gradually as I got older she allowed me to do more until, by the time I got to high school I could prepare a three course meal for my parents and their friends. No-one died so I must have been okay." 

"You don't seem to be taking this very seriously?" William commented.

"Oh I take this very seriously, it's just that my father told me that to get on with country people you had to treat them as equals, as soon as you set yourself up as being different they will either turn against you or, and I've seen this happen, go behind your back and tell their friends what an idiot you are, the most common phrase is 'dickhead'. I respect all of you, but my understanding of this position will require me to be able to deal with your clients and most of those will be country people. I needed to show you that I can do that."

"You've done that." Edward said, "what we need now is to see whether you look the part, you won't be wearing those clothes on the job. In that room." He indicated a door, "you'll find some clothes that should fit, could you get changed and let's see what you'll look like."

I went into the room and looked at the clothes set out on a table. My immediate thoughts were that this was a test, there were both new and old clothes there so I looked through the older clothes and selected a pair of moleskin trousers and a blue shirt. There was a pair of R M Williams boots that looked well broken in and to top it off an Akubra hat, also broken in so I chose those over the new ones. Looking at myself in a mirror I smiled at the result, I looked like a girl who'd just come in from the paddock for lunch.

"Why did you put on the old clothes instead of the new ones?" Edward asked.

"Wearing new clothes to me says that I'm trying too hard, I want to fit in but can't bring myself to being seen in old clothes. To blend in I need to feel comfortable and these are clean, not badly worn and the boots feel just like mine do. I could walk around paddocks all day talking to farmers in these without looking like a shag on a rock (standing out)."

"I don't know about you two but I think Megan here is just who we're looking for." Edward said and the others nodded agreement. "When can you start?"

I looked at my watch. "Oooh, in say five minutes. No I'll be ready to start whenever you want me to."

"We're staying at the 'Grosvenor' on North Terrace, can you meet us there at 8:00 on Monday morning?"

"Certainly. Am I to assume that you're going back to your property and I should wear something comfortable to travel in?"

"You assume correctly, you can wear those if you like."

"Thank you for these and the job, I won't let you down." How was that for a positive statement? We shook hands all around and I left the boardroom and smiled at the receptionist as I left the office.

At 7:45 on Monday morning I walked into the foyer of the hotel to find Edward checking out and Rachel and William standing by a couple of suitcases. "You haven't packed much?" Rachel observed.

"No, I thought that I'd settle in first and then work out what I needed and send back for it to be sent up. I don't even know where we're going."

"You'll see. We'll pay the cost of transporting your things."

Edward came over. "We're just waiting for the hire car to arrive, he shouldn't be too long."

Just then a uniformed driver came in and picked up the bags and headed for the door. We followed him and William got in the front seat while I sat in the back between Edward and Rachel. The driver pulled into the traffic and headed north towards Parafield, the traffic was heavy and it took us about 45 minutes to get to Adelaide's light aircraft field and the hanger where the plane waited for us, its engine already running.

"She's ready to go." A man said as he opened the doors and the luggage compartments. "I've done the pre-flights for you and lodged your flight plan with the tower."

"Thanks Bob. We'll see you in a month or so, I'll call to let you know."

"Sure thing Ed."

We stowed the bags and I was just about to climb into the back seat. "Would you like to ride up front with me?" Edward asked. 

I looked at Rachel who smiled and nodded to me as she climbed into the back. I wondered about this arrangement but decided that they were just being friendly and that I shouldn't read anything into the fact that I sat between them in the car and now I'm sitting next to Edward. I'm sure that there's nothing going on here. Edward spoke to the tower as he taxied to the runway and as soon as he got his clearance we were airborne. I looked down at the urban sprawl as we climbed and headed north.

"We should be there in around an hour or a bit more depending on the winds. You're not uncomfortable sitting up front are you?"

"No, the view's great, it looks so green after all the rain we've had over the last couple of years."

"So much for global warming, we've had the coldest and wettest couple of years that I can remember." I was just about to put my two cents worth in about climate change when he went on. "If you go back through the history of the pastoral industry in this state you'll see a pattern. When the first explorers ventured into the middle they thought that there was permanent water and large amounts of it, in fact they thought that there was an inland sea. We now know that this is just a product of the 'la Nina' effect as opposed to the 'el Nino' that followed soon after, leading to devastating droughts that crippled expectations of fertile farmlands. We've just had two consecutive years of 'la Nina' and there's plenty of water around, but it won't last and we have to adjust to a boom and bust livelihood."

He changed heading and began to lose altitude. "That's us straight ahead." He pointed to a group of buildings surrounded by scrub and I could make out a dirt strip adjacent to them. I barely felt the wheels touch as we landed and he turned and taxied back up the runway towards a large shed. A man came out as we stopped and opened the doors for us. "How're things Frank?"

"Pretty good, the cows are as fat as I've ever seen them, all we need is for the price to go back up."

"I wouldn't hold my breath, most owners are off-loading in expectation of another drought soon."

"You don't think that's going to happen then?" Frank asked.

"It'll happen but we'll hang on as long as possible and as soon as it looks like they're losing condition we'll send them to market."

"Sure thing." We all helped to push the plane into the shed before grabbing our bags and heading for the house.

It was cool inside the house, a pleasant change from the temperature outside which was normal for this time of year but can get as high as 50 degrees Celsius in summer. Rachel led me to what was to be my room. It was huge and dominated by a large bed, there was a large dark wooden wardrobe and dressing table and a bracket on the wall held a small TV set. "We don't get to watch much TV out here, the reception is not bad, we've got a satellite dish on the roof but after a hard day's work all we want to do is crawl into bed. Toss your things on the bed and come and have a cup of tea." I followed her down a long hallway to the kitchen that was at the rear of the house overlooking a large vegetable garden. "We have to feed the station hands and they go through a lot of tucker so it pays to grow our own." She said as she filled the kettle.

I got four cups from the cupboard and the teapot. There was a large walk-in pantry with all sorts of interesting stuff, they really knew how to live. The milk in the fridge was fresh and unpasteurised and there was a thick layer of cream on top, I was going to have to watch my weight or I'll end up fat. "Do you have a cook and house staff?"

"No, I'm afraid that you'll have to look after yourself, and don't worry I'm not going to be breathing down your neck to keep your room tidy, that's your world and we won't intrude on it."

"Thank you for trusting me but you won't have to worry on that score, while I won't say that I'm anal about my tidiness but I'm not messy either."

Edward came in from talking to Frank. "We're going to have to do something about those rabbits, they've been breeding like rabbits and are becoming a nuisance, what are you like with a rifle?"

"I'm not Olympic standard by any means but I don't believe in hurting animals un-necessarily so with a refresher course I'm sure that most of my shots will be head shots, a clean kill and no wasted rabbit."

"Good, after lunch we'll give you a rifle and set up some targets and see how you go."

Lunch was a time when most of the business was discussed and I was included in the conversation. I found myself becoming almost one of the family they were that natural, and when I was asked for my opinion all three of them seemed genuinely interested in my answers, it was as if I'd been a member of the family for years, not hours.

Edward asked me to follow him and led me to a room built onto the back veranda. There was a locked cabinet with several rifles and shot guns. He took one from the rack and handed it to me. I held it in my hands and felt its balance before pulling the bolt back and looking down the barrel. It was one that I'd never seen before, a Beretta. "Nice, it's got a good feel to it."

"It's a semi-automatic, come." He gave me a six shot magazine and a box of .22 calibre bullets and led me out into the yard where he'd set up a target. "We'll start you at fifty metres and see how you go."

I slid the magazine into the gun, raised it and sighted the target. There was so little recoil that I kept pulling the trigger until I'd emptied the magazine. We walked to the target. "Not bad." Edward said as he replaced the card. "All within the outer circle, now let's see how good you are at a hundred metres." He was most impressed at my efforts the second time, but then I knew that I'd be better, the first time was to sight it in, the first two shots were just within the outer circle of the target while the fifth and sixth were on the bullseye. At a hundred metres I managed to group them all within the centre circle.

"We'll go out at dusk and see how many we can get, maybe we'll have rabbit for dinner tomorrow evening."

"I'll do my best."

"Come, I'll show you around the place." I handed the rifle back to him but he gave it back to me. "Bring it, we might see a couple of rabbits." We walked over to the big barn and in it was the usual paraphernalia associated with the running of a large grazing property, there were several quad bikes and motor bikes along with saddles and other horse equipment. "When possible we use horses to bring the cattle in, it's easier on them but harder on us, it's just the way that we do things. The cattle usual find their way back to the bores so we don't have to search for them." 

"How many stockmen do you have working here?"

"We're down to about half a dozen. We used to have twenty or thirty when all we used were horses but with the bikes and the chopper for spotting and helping with the broader mustering we don't need as many now. We try to keep the operation as lean as possible while at the same time using locals for any additional work." We had moved to the back of the barn to the chook run and Edward saw something that bothered him. "Bloody foxes. They're supposed to be smart but they haven't figured out that there is no way that they can burrow under the fence, but they will keep trying. We don't like to bait any animals because other animals feed on the carcases, things like dingos and wedgies (wedge tailed eagles), things that we don't want to lose, they play an important role in keeping the rabbit population down."

"There's a rabbit now." I pointed to a large rabbit sitting next to its burrow about seventy metres away. "I think I can get him."

"You'd better be sure, the last thing you want is to wound it and it goes back down the burrow."

"I still think I can." I leant against a post to steady myself and sighted the rifle, squeezing off a shot. The rabbit fell where it sat so we walked over to retrieve it.

"I couldn't have done better myself." Edward said as he picked the rabbit up. "Right in the head, he wouldn't have felt a thing. Come here, I'll show you something, how to skin and gut a rabbit without a knife." He tore the skin around the rabbit's ankles and peeled it up and over its rump, when he had it peeled back enough he grabbed the rabbit's back legs in one hand and the skin in the other and yanked it off in one quick movement. Then he tore the belly open and, taking it by the front legs he flicked it away from him and the entrails all flew out of the carcase. "You can only do this when the rabbit is warm but it certainly saves time and a lot of bother and what the dingos don't eat the ants will clean up in no time at all."

We walked over to the yards and he showed me the holding pens. "We only use these when we have to hand feed before market but if we time it right that's not necessary." He put his hands into the bore fed trough and splashed water over his face. "This water's okay for watering the stock and the veggie patch, but we have to filter and soften it before we can use it in the house, you should see the mess it makes of your hair if you use it straight from the bore."

We walked back to the house and Edward put the rabbit onto the sink. "The hunters have returned with fresh food."

"Are you taking credit for this?" Rachel asked Edward.

"Good heavens no! Annie Oakley here brought this down at a hundred and fifty metres, what a shot."

"He lies. It was fifty if it was a metre." I ejected the magazine from the rifle. "I should clean this and put it away." Edward handed me the key to the gun room and as I left I heard him tell Rachel that I was going to work out just fine.

After dinner of baked rabbit and fresh vegetables we sat around in the living room, Edward and William with a glass of brandy, Rachel and I with a white wine. "As well as this property we have several other grazing properties scattered around the country, each strategically placed close to markets and with the right climate for the stock." Edward said. "The property in Queensland runs Droughtmaster and Santa Gertrudis while we run Hereford and Devons in the Southern Highlands of New South Wales and on a couple of properties in South Australia. We have wheat/sheep properties in the Central West of New South Wales and Western Australia and sheep only properties in Victoria. We produce most of our own fodder from cereal crops and Lucerne that we can truck around as needed. So you see we have diversified pretty well."

"What about canola, there seems to be a trend to that as a more reliable money maker than cereal crops."

"We have some canola but only when we don't need the land for fodder crops. The main point with this is the cost benefit of the crop, with canola we get paid for the crop only once, when it's harvested, we don't value add because of the economies of scale of the oil producers, we can't hope to get our costs down enough to make it viable for us. We do have olive oil production facilities to process our crops because of the various grades of oil. Most of ours is extra virgin and this gives us a higher profit margin than the lesser grades. When we need fodder it is more cost effective to grow our own than to buy it in because when it is needed the demand, therefore the cost, is higher."

The conversation continued around what the company was doing and what its plans were for the future. "Have you done any research into the future markets and what changes, if any, are needed to service those markets?" I asked.




The Other Woman



"What do you mean?" William asked.

"With the advent of the European Union we have lost our traditional markets for meat and fruits so we have to look elsewhere, but other countries don't have the same needs as Britain did and it is unlikely that they will change their requirements just to suit our current production. For instance different Asian countries have different requirements for beef, Japan tends to go for the top end grain fed beast while China and Indonesia consume more of the lower quality beast. We have to look at what Asians eat and tailor our production to meet that."

"That's worth thinking about but not tonight, it's late and we'll be making an early start in the morning."

"What's happening tomorrow?" I asked, hoping that it involved me.

"We have to go out and bring in a small mob of cattle that's decided that it doesn't want to leave a bore even though the feed is running low."

I had just climbed, literally, into bed when my door opened and Rachel came and sat on the bed. "We all agree that we've chosen well and you'll get on just fine with us. Edward in particular is happy while William has accepted you, but before you get too upset about that you should know that you'll never have to worry about him making advances, he's gay."

"Oh, that explains something that I've been worried about. Edward isn't is he?"

"Good heavens no! He's very much the heterosexual macho male."

"But you have no children, how come?"

"That, unfortunately is my problem, I can't have any."

"How sad for you." 

"That doesn't stop us from practising, we enjoy each other's company." She chuckled as she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

After she had left I remembered that she hadn't warned me about Edward making advances, it was almost as if she accepted that he would. Wondering how I would feel if he did kept me awake for an hour at least.

I was up and ready to go at six in the morning but found that I wasn't the first, Rachel was busy brewing coffee and preparing drinks and food for the day ahead. "Can I help?"

"Sure, can you make a start on breakfast, there's eggs and bacon in the fridge and bread in the larder, two eggs each and two or three rashers of bacon and lots of toast."

Set the task I had it all ready when Edward and William came in from the yard. "Something smells nice." Edward said as he washed his hands in the sink.

"It probably doesn't smell any different to when Rachel cooks it."

"Can't a man compliment a new member of our family without getting his head bitten off?" He chuckled.

"By complimenting me you're telling Rachel that her eggs and bacon don't smell good. I think that you should apologise to her." 

He went over and gave her a huge hug. "Your eggs and bacon smell nice too Darling." He went to kiss her but she moved her head away.

"That's not good enough. Too little, too late. Now let me get on with my work or you'll be complaining that I haven't got everything ready when you're ready to leave."

"Alright I give up, I don't stand a chance with the two of you ganging up on me." This time Rachel allowed him to kiss her and as he did so her hand reached down to grab his cock. The kiss went on for quite a while before she broke free.

"Do something useful while I finish up here, give Megan a hand to serve up and then give William a yell and tell him that his breakfast is ready."

"Do you two carry on like this all the time or is it for my benefit." I asked him as her slid eggs and bacon onto plates while I put coffee into the filter and pushed the button.

William came in and we sat down and planned the day over breakfast.

It took almost two hours on the quad bikes to locate the small herd gathered around the bore filled trough. They were reluctant at first to leave the water but with a little urging we had them ambling towards the homestead. I was covering the right flank when one of them made a dash for freedom so I headed out in a circle to cut it off. I had just moved ahead of her and was turning her back to the main group when the front wheel of my bike hit a rabbit burrow and threw me off. I hit the ground hard and was knocked out for about thirty seconds and when I came to Edward and Rachel were kneeling next to me. "Are you alright?"

"I think so although my arm's a little sore, I hope I haven't broken it."

"Let me have a look at it." Rachel said as she reached for it. "I'm afraid it is. Do you think you can hop on behind me so we can get back to the homestead so that I can have a better look at it."

"I think so." I gingerly climbed up behind her and sat on the luggage rack behind her, holding her tightly with my good arm. "I'm ready."

It was a rough trip back, every bump seemed to bigger than on the way out and I was relieved when we arrived back at the homestead. Rachel helped me off with my shirt and took a closer look at my arm. "It seems to be a clean break, I'll put a splint on it and then call the Flying Doctor, they'll probably want to take you to hospital for X-rays just to be on the safe side." She went off and returned a minute later with a comprehensive first aid kit and expertly put my arm in a splint. "That should keep it immobilised until they can take a look at it." She went off to call the Flying Doctor and while she was occupied with them Edward came in through the back door.

"How are you?" He looked at the job Rachel had done on my arm. "Rachel's pretty good at first aid. How do you feel, you had us worried there for a while, you don't feel dizzy at all, you did take a heavy knock and will probably have some concussion. I assume that Rachel's talking to the Flying Doctor."

"I feel okay, the arm is sore but it's not that bad that I need pain killers, at least not yet."

"That's good." He bent and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Looks like I came back just in time, trust you to take advantage of the patient's incapacity."

I was just about to say something when I caught the look in her eyes, she wasn't worried about his display of affection.

I was held in hospital overnight and Edward arrived early the next morning to pick me up, having flown down at first light. "Let's get you home." He said as we left the hospital carrying a bag with my medications in one hand and his other hand holding mine. Was he making a pass at me or was he just concerned for my wellbeing?

The flight back didn't take long and Rachel was waiting by the airstrip when we landed. "How are you?" 

"I'm fine."

"I hope my husband was a gentleman and carried your things for you and didn't do anything silly or out of place."

"He was fine, no problem." They insisted that I go to bed and rest up so, reluctantly I did. I must have been tireder than I thought because the next thing I remembered was Rachel coming in to my room with a tray with a couple of sandwiches and a mug of tea on it.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Can I get out of this bed, I'm fine and I feel like I'm not pulling my weight stuck in bed like this."

"Okay you can get up, I'll get Edward to run through what needs to be done for his trip to Queensland. You should go with him, a broken arm is hardly going to be a hindrance to you doing your job, and the sooner you get to meet the people that you'll be dealing with the better."

I spent the afternoon going over what needed to be done and Edward gave me a run down on the people that we'd be talking to, there was Reg Pyke, the overseer of his property just out of Longreach, and Bernie Thomas his agent who would be handling the sale of his stock when they were sent to auction.

We arrived at Longreach mid morning and Reg was waiting for us in the Toyota Land Cruiser and we drove out to the station (ranch). We spent the rest of the morning going over the books, I went through the spreadsheets looking at the costs against the income from stock sales. While most grazing properties in this part of the world do well to break even, especially as we'd only just come out of a decade long drought, we had posted a reasonable profit. Our stocking levels had increased following the first year of good rains and were built on as a result of a second good year. 

A trip around in the afternoon showed us that there was still good pastures around but a dry year would see the groundwater begin to deplete and we would have to address the need to either transport stock to stations that still had good grazing or begin to sell them off. Discussions went on over dinner and into the night and it was after 10:00pm when a halt was called and we headed for bed.

There's one thing I'll give these new lightweight casts, they're much lighter and less clumsy than the old plaster jobs, but they're still a little awkward for some jobs like doing and undoing bras. I had solved the problem by slipping the shoulder straps off my shoulders and then spinning the bra around so that the clasp was at the front. My shirt was easy enough to get on and off although the cuff of the offending arm wouldn't close, so I had to roll it up so that it didn't flap around and make a nuisance of itself. I only mention this because I don't want you to think that I used this as an excuse to ask Edward to assist me to undress at bed time, he volunteered and I protested, feebly I have to admit, that it was un-necessary, but he insisted. 

"Turn around." He told me, and when he saw the puzzled expression on my face he saw the need to explain. "I find it easier to unbutton shirts if I stand behind you." So I turned and felt his strong arms encircle me as he started from the top to unbutton my shirt, brushing my breasts when he reached the fourth button. I felt a tingle up my spine at his touch and, I swear that it was involuntary, I leaned back against him for just a second too long. His lips caressed my neck sending more tingles up my spine, many more. I knew what was about to happen and was powerless to stop it. Shirt removed, the bra came next and with it his hands on my breasts.

I felt that I should at least protest. "Rachel. . . ." That was all that I managed to get out before he silenced me with a kiss. He turned me around to face him and bent to me, his lips on mine and his hands holding my head to him. I stood there like an idiot for a second or two before my brain function ordered me to put my arms around his neck and I felt myself submitting to him. I'm not exactly innocent when it comes to sex, but this was nothing like I'd ever experienced before in my life, the fumbling advances of my previous partners were now a distant memory at the hands of Edward, a man I'd only known a couple of days, my boss, oh my god, how wrong is this? God seemed so far away when his finger entered my pussy and even further away when his cock pushed into me and ceased to exist entirely when my orgasm brought me to a godless heaven.

"What's the matter?" He whispered after he'd taken himself from me.

"We shouldn't have done this, I feel that we've betrayed, I've betrayed, the trust that Rachel had in me. How am I going to face her when we get home?"

"You will hug her and look her in the eye and smile at her and nod your head."

I didn't know whether he was serious or not, but I was shocked at his words. "What do you mean?" I looked closely at him. "You're serious aren't you?"

"Very, I've never been more serious in my life, and there's a very good reason for my seriousness which I'm not going to tell you about until we get home and you and I and Rachel can all sit down together and discuss it."

"You're a bastard, do you know that? You seduce me at my most vulnerable and then tell me that there's a reason for it but you aren't going to tell me what that is until we get home and that Rachel is going to accept it. I'm confused, and if having you making love to me hadn't been the best experience in my whole life I'd tell you to get the hell out of my bed."

He took my last statement as my acquiescence, because that's exactly what it was, and took me in his arms and kissed me. "Goodnight my darling Megan."

"Hold me Edward, just hold me." 

The look that Reg gave us over breakfast was enough to tell me that he was sure that Edward hadn't slept in his own bed, but he said nothing, and this disturbed me, had this sort of thing happened before, was it a regular occurrence, did Edward bring all his lovers here? My mind was in turmoil and I couldn't get rid of the thought that somehow Rachel approved of all of this, which wasn't helped by waking to find Edward still in my bed with his arm around me and a finger in my pussy. "Mmmm." I sighed. "That feels nice. Shit! What are you doing here, what are we doing? This is so wrong on so many levels."

"No it isn't, it's so right." I was now wide awake and he was obviously very much awake and doing wondrous things to my pussy to confirm the rightness of this situation and I was too happy to stop him. So we made love again before getting out of bed, showering and dressing, with his un-necessary assistance that almost had us back in bed, and heading for the kitchen.

We left straight after breakfast and we arrived home a couple of hours later. Edward circled the homestead before touching down. Rachel was waiting for us as we stopped at the front of the shed. Edward got out and gave her a huge hug and a long lingering kiss. She looked at him and he smiled at her before walking around to me as I was getting the bags from the plane. "Megan, I'm so happy for you, come, we have a lot to talk about." She grabbed my hand and led me still confused into the kitchen. "Sit." She had tea brewing in the pot and poured three cups. 

Edward came in and sat down. "I told you that I'd tell you what this is all about once we got home to Rachel, she's very much a part of this. You see the le Tourneau family name is in danger of dying out in this country, and being a very old and very traditional name we just couldn't let that happen. So you can imagine what was going through our minds when we realised that Rachel was unable to conceive and William had no interest in a marriage of convenience to ensure the line continued."

"We go back to the Norman invasion of England in 1066, the original le Tourneau was one of William the Conqueror's staunchest allies and for his allegiance was given a large amount of land which he enlarged over the years. While by Australian standards this landholding was small, it was very productive and the le Tourneau's were very astute land owners. The one thing that set them apart from other of William's allies that received land was that they refused to align themselves to any particular religion so that they were little affected by the Reformation and the Restoration and managed to retain their entire property until well into the last century when inheritance taxes began to bite deeply."

"The Australian branch of the family was one of the first free settlers in the fledgling colony of New South Wales in the late 18th century and when the country west of the Great Dividing Range was opened up in the early 1800's we were one of the first to see the potential of this land and settle it. With the aid of convict labour we opened it up to sheep grazing and wheat production, becoming quite wealthy in the process. We stocked our flocks with the merino breed that MacArthur had brought over from Spain and concentrated on wool production and this allowed us to expand our land holdings as new areas of the country were opened up, and branching out into cattle grazing on land that was unsuitable for lamb production."

"When we first moved into Queensland and the Northern Territory we had problems with cattle ticks that seriously affected meat quality so we were one of the first to move into those breeds that are tolerant to dry climates and ticks such as the Droughtmaster and Santa Gertrudis which are the mainstay of our northern beef production. With the drop off in wool prices we are moving away from the merinos and into meat sheep, at the moment we are evaluating the White Dorper breed that doesn't need shearing and has a very good quality carcase. We have had enquiries from meat wholesalers and are looking into saltbush lamb production where the sheep are grazed on saltbush which imparts its flavour into the meat."

"We chose this homestead for our base of operations because it's the most central to our whole operation and neither of us can stand living in the city. While this is a publicly listed company all of the shares are owned by family members with William and me the major shareholders. The Office in Adelaide is mainly used for meetings with shareholders and other people that we deal with that we don't want to put to the inconvenience of coming out here to us."

"Getting back to you and where you fit into the scheme of things. After years of trying were reluctantly had to concede that Rachel was unable to have children, at first I was blaming myself because a low sperm count seems to run in the family, but test revealed that not to be the case. William even went as far as donating sperm on the off chance that he could help, although he drew the line at actual intercourse with Rachel. That didn't work and we thought about surrogacy but were against it, so Rachel came up with the idea of finding a suitable woman to bear my child, the difference being that she would become a part of our family, a second wife if you will, with all of the privileges that Rachel enjoys."

"We tried on a number of occasions to find just such a person." Rachel said. "But never seemed to be successful, so we decided to advertise for a Secretary and if she proved to be compatible with our ideals we would put the proposition to her to join us as Edward's wife on an equal footing with me. You are exactly what we're looking for as far as fitting in with our family and our proposed set up, and Edward believes that you would make a perfect wife, so it's now up to you, what do you think?"

"Can I take some time to think about this? I have to admit that the prospect has its attractions but there are some issues that I'll have to address before I can make a decision, not the least of which is what my mother will say about the whole thing."

"You can take all of the time that you need, we aren't going to pressure you in any way."

After lunch I decided to take myself off for a walk, I needed some uninterrupted thinking time, so I grabbed my akubra and a bottle of water and headed off. It was so peaceful out here, not a sound until I heard a noise over my head and looked up to see a wedge tailed eagle riding a thermal, its wings not moving as it circled over my head before swooping down onto something. I headed for the point where it would have landed to see it tearing into a carcase that on closer inspection turned out to be that of a rabbit. "Good on you." I said as I get closer. It looked at me and was about to fly off with its prize when it obviously decided that I posed no threat. So I stood about fifty metres away and watched as this magnificent big bird dined on one of the greatest pests this country has. It was at that moment that I knew that I was where I wanted to be and all I had to do was to find a way to get around my mother's puritanic prejudices."

I lay awake that night waiting for Edward to come to me. I have never felt so lonely in my life than I did that night, just lying there waiting for him and knowing that he wouldn't come. My fingers are a poor substitute for the real thing and my mind slid across to whether I would be jealous of the time that he would spend with Rachel. This matter remained unresolved when I eventually went to sleep as it did when I woke the next morning.

They all looked at me when I went into the kitchen the next morning. "Well?" Edward asked.

"I still need a little time, my main stumbling block is how I'll feel when you and Rachel are together and how Rachel will feel when you are with me."




The Other Woman



"Let me answer that for you. I will feel honoured that you are with Edward because it is you, the person we have chosen to be a part of the bigger us, and yes, a part of me will feel some regret that it's you and not me that will provide us with an heir, but I believe that I can overcome any scruples I might have about it." A part of me was relieved.

"You are a part of our family." William said. "And you are doing me a huge favour. While there has been a suggestion that I should put my scruples aside for the greater good, I just can't do that, apart from the fact that, a wonderful person that she is for a woman, Rachel just doesn't do it for me. So, you see, it's all up to you."

"We want this to work for us but it will only really work if you want it to."

"I want it to, believe me." I looked at each of them in turn, they all looked at me in anticipation of my decision. "I'll do it." From the reaction you would almost think that they'd won a $30.000.000 Lotto jackpot, there were hugs and kisses from Edward and Rachel and just a hug from William.

Edward came to me that night, as I knew he would. His helping me undress included a minute exploration of my body complete with a running commentary on its perfection so that when he had finished I was so ready for him that I was wet down there, not helped at all by his finger and tongue, huh! I helped him out of his clothes which didn't take long at all, consisting of a robe, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hands and stroked it into life, all of three strokes, before taking it in my mouth, a bit of a stretch, and cupping his balls. I began to suck him slowly, applying just enough pressure to make him moan and push his hips toward me. I had never, even though I'd been asked on many occasions, sucked a man off before but this felt so right, not dirty like I'd been led to believe by some of my friends, and I was getting into the swing of things when he took my head in his hands and eased me off his cock. "We don't want to waste a drop, do we?"

"No, I guess not." He lifted me and, pulling back the sheet, lowered me onto the bed. I was ready for him and he was certainly ready to oblige, moving over me and into me in one fluid motion. I gasped as his cock slid its full length into me and I could feel his pubes against my pussy lips. Then he slowly withdrew and when I felt that he was about to drop out I pushed myself down onto him. "Oh my god Edward that feels so good, your cock fills me, you fill me and I want your cum to fill me, please give it to me, give all of it to me." The bastard didn't obey my demands for, it must have been an hour at least, until with a grunt and a huge lunge with his hips he rammed his cock as far into me as possible and I felt his cum, spurt after spurt of it filling me.

His cum was still oozing out of me when the door opened and Rachel came into the room. "Move over." She pushed Edward into the centre of the bed and climbed in with us. "I mightn't be much good at making kids but I want to be a part of the action." She kissed Edward and then, leaning over his body, kissed me. It was nothing like a kiss between friends or between mother and daughter, it was a kiss between lovers. 

When we woke in the morning another new experience was waiting for me. While Edward was making love to me Rachel was kissing me and fondling a breast. It certainly turned me on and made the love making much more intense "Don't worry, I don't want you for my lover, I just want to make this experience better for you." She whispered to me.

"You've certainly done that." I would have added that I had no sexual leanings towards her but my mind was elsewhere as Edward came into me again.

"I see that you've sorted out any problems." William said as he came into the kitchen as Rachel and I were preparing breakfast, after all we were both naked. 

Edward came in and kissed both of us with equal passion. "I feel overdressed." He said as he began to undress. I could see William debating whether he should strip off and join us. He got as far as his jocks.

After breakfast the work of the farm resumed, this part of our lives wouldn't change despite our living arrangements, there were flights to different parts of the country for Edward and I and sometimes Rachel came with us while William spent more and more time in the Adelaide office. 

I had been there for four months when I made the announcement. "Guys, I'm pretty sure that I'm pregnant."

"How sure are you?" Rachel asked.

"I've missed my last two periods so you could say I'm pretty sure. I need to confirm it so I thought that I should kill two birds with one stone and go home to see Mum and get a check-up at the same time."

"We'll all go down to Adelaide, we can see what William's been doing and we'd like to meet your mother." Edward said. That decided they called William to break the good news and warn him of our impending arrival while I rang Mum. "Hi Mum, it's Megan, I just thought that I'd ring to let you know that we'll be in town tomorrow and I'd like to come out and see you."

"Megan, I was wondering how your were getting on in your job, I assumed that it was going okay because I hadn't heard from you, how is it going?"

"Great Mum, I couldn't be better, in fact Edward and Rachel would like to meet you, and we would like to take you somewhere nice for lunch."

"That would be nice. I would like to meet these people."

We arrived at Parafield late morning and the waiting hire car drove us to the Grosvenor. Apart from the time it took to confirm my condition, we spent the afternoon at the office before returning to the hotel. Edward had booked us into a restaurant that defied convention in that it didn't open on Saturday or Sunday nights but had managed to survive for over 25 years. On tasting the food I could understand why it had survived. 

Lunch the next day was a difficult time for me. It had taken until the end of the main course for me to get up the courage to break the news. "Mum, don't get upset, but I'm pregnant."

"But you're not married, and you didn't have a boyfriend. Who is the father?"

"I am." Edward told her. "I'm the child's father."

"But you're married to Rachel, how can you be the father." She looked at both of them as if that would explain everything. "I hope that you're prepared to take care of Megan and your bastard?"

"Megan and the baby will be as well looked after as if she was my wife, in fact Rachel and I look on her as my wife. We both love her very much and she is as much a part of our family as we are."

"I don't understand any of this. I thought that I'd brought you up to respect the sanctity of marriage and here you are telling me that you are not only having a child by this woman's husband but that that you are all happy about this whole mess. I don't know you girl, you are no daughter of mine." She got up to leave but I grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Mum, sit down and let me explain. Edward and Rachel have been trying for years to have children but Rachel is unable to bear a child. They could have divorced and Edward could have taken another wife but they didn't because they loved each other too much. They thought of adoption but decided against it because the primary consideration is the continuance of the le Tourneau family line. They considered surrogacy but decided that if another woman was to have Edward's child that woman would have to be given the same rights as Rachel. I was chosen for the job and Mum, I love them both and I know that they love me, I feel very much Edward's wife.

Edward le Tourneau, my son, emerged from between my legs on time and without fuss to be greeted by an understanding midwife, who had accepted the fact that Rachel was as much my son's mother as I was, who, if she could have breast fed would have been feeding him as soon as he was born so that a bond between them could be established. As it was she got to cuddle him often and was in danger of spoiling him rotten. There was no doubting that Edward was the proud father, and my mother who had spent some time with us during my pregnancy and now understood, was every bit the doting grand-mother. 

You can call me his mistress, the other woman, even his slut, call me what you will, but in my heart of hearts none of these euphemisms are how I see myself. I am the wife of Edward le Tourneau, as is Rachel, and I have no regrets about my decision, in fact I'm proud of it. 



The Other Woman



Kevin strolled into Benny's, a restaurant/bar that was the site for their usual rendezvous. He quickly surveyed the scene, and found Janine, sitting in the back corner by the bar, at a dimly lit small table, having a drink. A smile came to his lips when upon immediately noticing her attire. She always blew him away with the outfits she wore to meet him; today was no different. She was clad in a purple strapless evening gown so tight it looked like it was painted on her almost too slender frame, lipstick a shade somewhere between that of her dress and her dark red hair, long white gloves which reached to the middle of her bicep, and heels as tall as any he'd ever seen on a supermodel. Damn, that woman knew how to dress to impress! He walked over to her table nonchalantly, looking around to see if anyone was there who might know him, and sat down, back to the rest of the room, facing her.

"Well, hello lover," she said in a voice that would make a phone-sex operator envious. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

The waitress chose that moment to approach, to ask for his drink order. He ordered a beer, and then watched to make sure she was out of earshot. "What happened," she then continued. "Did the 'little woman' hold you up?" 

Kevin turned to look at Janine curiously as his smile faded. Where was this coming from? She actually sounded jealous!

"No," he finally replied. "Not that it's any of your business, but I've been telling her for a few weeks that I had a business trip this weekend."

"You know, she's going to find out about us anyway. Why don't you just tell her about us, and be done with it?"

Now he was annoyed AND perplexed. "Are you stupid?" he said in a low but intense voice. "You know damn good and well that's not happening. Besides, you said you didn't want to..." He saw the mischievous smile creep onto her face, and knew she had played him again. She always got a perverse thrill out of getting him riled up about something.

"Damn you." he said, as she began to laugh.

"Oh, but you're so cute when you're mad." she replied, reaching over and tweaking his cheek. The waitress returned with his beer, and quickly departed to tend another table. He murmured something else, then took a long drink of his beer.

"So you got the evening all planned out?" she asked, then took a sip of her beverage, which he guessed to be a Vodka Collins.

"Not really. Just dinner, here if you want, or we can so elsewhere. Then it's up to you. Movie, maybe?"

She leaned forward over the table after moving her drink aside, so she could speak quieter and still be heard. "Dinner elsewhere, for sure. Then, I think I'd just like to get you back to the hotel and rock your world," she said, quite matter-of-factly.

Now she was turning him on. "Works for me," he replied. "Sounds like you might have something planned," he said inquisitively.

"I got a couple of ideas," she replied provocatively.

They decided on seafood, at a semi-fancy little out of the way spot called Giovanni's, but once they looked at the menu, they both changed their mind to pasta type dishes. Sometimes, he noted, they seemed to have lots of things in common like that; most other times they were worlds apart. But one thing was certain: she had very little in common with Lisa, his wife of five years. So little, in fact, that aside from the obvious good looks, and the fact that she was an exciting person to be with, he wondered what the attraction was. She always, however, reminded him in the bedroom. In there, she was a wild woman: she always wanted to do something new (at least, new to him), unconventional, and sometimes even kinky, whereas Lisa was content to leave that stuff out of their bedroom. While Janine was far more of an active participant in sex, even to the point often times of being almost overly dominant at times, Lisa was more passive, going with "the flow" of things. Janine even at times screamed during orgasm, which was something Lisa would never do. Lisa might quietly moan, but that was just about it. Not that she was frigid, she was just more into "lovemaking"; Janine wanted SEX, and lots of it! Kevin was trapped by his desire to experience both worlds. He loved Lisa unreservedly, but wanted wild sex once in a while, too. He often felt guilty about the triangle he had created, but under the circumstances felt he really wasn't cheating...

Janine had not failed to notice the silence at their table. "You're not much company tonight. Thinking about her again?" 

He wondered if he was detecting jealousy, or was she trying to start something again. He decided not to let her get him again. "No, just thinking about what I'm going to do to you later."

"Yeah, right! I know you better than that, lover. Feeling guilty?" She looked at him as though sincerely sympathetic.

He shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"Well, you should, you cheating dog!" she said, grinning her mischievously sexy grin again.

"Screw you," he spat.

"I'm game. But let's finish dinner first. I hate wasting good Veal Parmegiana." 

They resumed their eating, and conversed only a little more than they had earlier. But this time, he really was thinking about what they might do after dinner, and he already had the erection to prove it.

"You know, seriously," she said in the car, after another lengthy silence on the way to the hotel which she had insisted on reserving herself, "I don't think you should punish yourself over our continuing affair."

"Oh really?" he said sarcastically, waiting for her to try aggravating him again.

"Yeah. I mean, from what you've told me about Lisa, she seems nice and all, but frankly, she's a bit of a prude, or over-inhibited, or whatever. You need more than 'missionary-style sex'." 

He began thinking that maybe she wasn't trying to tick him off again, but was trying to be a friend. Still, she was talking about his beloved wife like she was slack-in-the-sack, and he felt he should defend her. "She's a wonderful wife, and I love her dearly," he said, glancing her way suspiciously. "You don't know her."

"Look, don't get defensive. She sounds great. She just needs to lose some inhibitions, learn how to have sex."

"Our sex life is fine..."

"And yet, here WE are." 

By now he was indignant. "What you and I have," he replied matter-of-factly, "is sex. Excellent sex, but still sex. Lisa and I make love, and that is something you couldn't possibly understand." 

She touched her fingers to her chest feigning surprise. "Oh, I am SO hurt!" she said sarcastically. 

"Mock if you want, but don't you ever wish sometimes that you had someone who loved you, a committed relationship?"

"Seriously?" she asked, to which he nodded. She turned to look out the window, and he thought that he had somehow touched her, deep inside.

"Naaah," she finally said, turning to him with a wicked grin. "I'm too much of a party queen for all that!"

"'Party queen'?" he retorted. "Is that what you consider yourself?"

"Oh, I guess you figure I'm just a whore, is that it?" As he took a breath to answer her, she cut him off with a smirk. "Well, I'm not. You are the only one I've been with since we met. You didn't know that, did you?"

"Well, no, but I'd hoped..."

"I know you did. What you and I have, believe it or not, is special to me. It's not "love", but it's special just the same. I enjoy turning you on, teaching you about what feels good, helping you lose your inhibitions. But when all is said and done, its temporary, and I'm okay with it. Hell, I hope you take some of this and teach it to that goody-two-shoes woman of yours. Just don't you go off looking for another affair when this is over, because if you're not going to be with your wife, I figure I ought to get first shot at you."

He shot her a bewildered look. "Well," she continued, "I have a lot of time invested in you. And no, I don't want a husband, per se. More of a love slave, perhaps."

He rolled his eyes, displaying his disbelief at her flirtation. "And when you and I are no more, what then? Onto a new victim?"

"I don't know," she said, thoughtfully. "I doubt it. I guess I haven't really thought about it. Why?"

"Just curious."

She snuggled up beside him, reaching through the opening of his polo shirt and playing with the hair on his chest. "Be careful lover. Curiosity can get you into trouble, you know."

He had turned to look at her; now he looked away, shaking his head. She was absolutely nuts, and he thoroughly enjoyed that. By now his rod was bulging so much, it was uncomfortable.

She seemed to sense it. "It's okay," she said sympathetically, rubbing his pecker and talking to it like it was a pet. "We'll let you out soon, and play!"

"My God," he thought. "How much farther to this hotel?" 

When they arrived at the motel, she grabbed her suitcase, and removed her key from her purse. "I'm going to freshen up. I'll meet you in room 208, in five minutes, no less. Got it?"

"Got it," he replied, checking his watch. It was six forty-two, p.m. As she left the car, he watched her wiggle away. She loved preparing things in a special way for him, and he was always amazed at her sexual creativity. Each of these rendezvous pushed him past his own limits just a little bit further, to explore and bring out those aspects of his sexuality that he didn't know existed. He exited the car himself, and surveyed the accommodations. Not a sleazy dive, but not exactly the Ritz, either, he thought to himself as he gazed at the remote lodging. He couldn't help noticing when they had arrived that there were no other cars here, and commented on it. She said that it was because of the season, and the remoteness of the hotel. She had said she picked it out because they didn't ask a lot of questions, it was clean, and "so far away from civilization that no one would hear him screaming." He wondered if it was just him, or was she more verbally provocative than usual tonight? One thing was certain: she was right about her teaching him. He had not had much experience with women, or sex, before marriage. Much of what he knew prior to meeting Janine, he learned from some of his older brother's nudie magazines, and websites online. Then he met Lisa, they dated, and after a somewhat short engagement, they married while virgins, both of them. Several years later, he met Janine, and he was intrigued by her absolute sexiness. She flirted and tempted, he succumbed. She took him to obscure places, expanded the boundaries of his inhibitions, and made him thrilled to be a man. He knew that soon, they would have to end this affair, and it made him sad thinking about it, as he grabbed the bags and headed at a leisurely pace towards the stairs, to the second floor, and room 208. She had made sure that he would take more time, by intentionally having him park on the other side of the building. She needn't have done it, for he wouldn't have fouled up her surprise for anything in the world. 

As he approached the door, he could see that she had left it slightly ajar, since she had the only key. He turned and backed into the room, set the bags down, closed and locked the door. Before he could turn around, he was pushed face forward against the door, both arms abruptly pulled behind his back, wrists handcuffed, and lifted upwards and turned towards the center of the room. He felt a small foot push against the back of one knee to force him to kneel on the carpeted floor.

"OW!" he cried out angrily as he went down. "Take it easy, dammit!"

Now she walked slowly in front of him, and he could see her change of attire: black stiletto heels, black fishnet garter hose, black lacy crotchless panties and matching bra, and black gloves that came all the way up her arm like the white ones she had worn before. 

"Shutup!" she barked. Now he was really worried. What had gotten into her? What had he gotten himself into? He had heard of this kind of thing, this domination stuff, but she was starting to scare him. He decided, due to the cuffs, and the fact that she had handled him like something off of "COPS", to try to reason with her.

"Okay, Janine, this is going to far..."

She reached behind a pillow, and pulled out a riding crop. Now she was starting to really look like those old pictures of Bettie Page. "I said SHUTUP!"

Okay, reason is out. He was going to have to trust her, apparently, although that was getting harder by the moment. She walked around behind him, crouched, and began undoing his belt and pants. This always aroused him, the feeling of a woman undoing his pants, and since recent events had frightened him so, his penis found this welcome, and began stiffening again. She pulled his pants down with his briefs to the floor, and pushed him gently but firmly forward to a prone position. He assumed she would finish pulling off the pants from this position, but instead, she reached for her purse, and pulled out something he didn't recognize. She pulled it to her, out of his line of sight, and then he suddenly saw and felt it go around the front of his face, over his mouth.

"Open," she said simply.

"Mm-mm," he declined, with his mouth still closed.

He felt a sting on across his butt cheeks, and cried out. She quickly pulled the ball-gag into place, and secured it. He cursed his stupidity, and began struggling to get up, suddenly fearful of his helpless condition. She sat down on his back, facing his feet, finished the removing of his pants and drawers, tied his feet together, and tied the loose end to the cuffs, in essence hog-tying him. Then she walked in front of him, and sat on the bed, admiring her handiwork.

"Mmmm. You look delightful when you're helpless. But I need you to listen, okay?"

"Like I have any choice," he thought to himself, nodding affirmatively.

"Good. Now, I haven't really hurt you yet, have I?"

He had to admit, she hadn't, and so he shook his head.

"Okay. Believe me when I tell you, I haven't any intention of really hurting you. So you need to trust me. Can you say "Cocoa"?

She was starting to allay his fears, convincing him that she had not suddenly revealed herself to be psychotic or something similar. "COH-coh", he replied as best he could.

"Close enough. If I do something you really don't like, just say that word. I'll know that you need me to stop. If you say it repeatedly after I've stopped what I was doing, I'll remove the gag, so you can tell me what's wrong. Understand?"

He nodded. He was becoming aroused again, and though he was still intimidated by all this, he knew he was in good hands.

I also do not intend to do anything which will leave, shall we say, 'evidence' of our adventures tonight, okay?" 

Again he nodded. That had actually not crossed his mind, since he had no idea what 'evidence' was, or what she was planning to do.

"Okay. Now back to the game. I believe you are to be punished for you profanity and disobedience earlier." She then went to her suitcase, put it on the bed, and opened it. 

When she turned around, she held in her hands a wooden, rectangular paddle. Now he was worried, and was tempted to use the safeword. He decided against it however, although he really couldn't say why. Could it be, he wondered, that it was possible that he really might enjoy this?

"I can see in your eyes that you're afraid. Well, you've been bad, and you have to learn a lesson."

She lifted him up by the shoulders to a kneeling position, and made him knee-walk to the bed. There she pushed him face down onto her lap, left his knees on the floor, and placed her forearm on his back, to hold him still. All of this she did somewhat slowly, stretching out the scenario and the suspense, which he could have done without. She was no doubt enjoying all of this. 

She rubbed the cold paddle across his butt cheeks in a circular motion, tormenting him. "You know, you have a really nice ass. But you've been naughty, and must be punished. I'll give you five for not shutting up when you were told, and five for that profanity you uttered when you came in."

He could feel the paddle pull away, and he tensed up for the blow; but no amount of tensing could have prepared him for the sting. He stretched out his legs straight, and nearly knocked her over. Fortunately, she had braced herself on his back for his movements, and was not propelled off the bed. He was surprised at her strength in holding him down, and she had been caught a little off guard by the leg thrust.

"Quit struggling, or I'll add on five more!" she said firmly.

He complied, partly because of the fear of that many more, and partly because he was finding that the answer to his question earlier was yes: he was definitely becoming turned-on by this game. Before he could contemplate all the ramifications of this discovery, he received two more quick swats.

"UHH-UHN!!! UHH-UHN!!!" he attempted to yell.

She paused for a moment. "Was that "cocoa"? He shook his head, to which she smiled. Actually, he had forgotten about the safeword already, and he might have been tempted to use it. "Okay, good. You liking this?" He rolled his eyes back and forth, indicating indecision. "Well, I'm glad to see you're giving this a chance. Ready for more?"

Now that he kind of knew what to expect, he thought he could handle it. He took a deep breath, nodded affirmatively, and received two more swats for the gesture.

He screamed again, and thrashed on her lap. She could see the tears beginning to well up in his eyes, and smiled, not compassionately, but mischievously. She placed the paddle on the bed, and reached around and over his ass, and grabbed his penis. "I guess I'll let you have a little break. Hmmm, I guess you are enjoying this, huh?" noticing his hardness, as she stroked his rod with her satiny glove-attired hand.

"Uh-huh," he mouthed, as he began to rock his hips in rhythm with her movements. He greatly wished his hands were free, so he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel that moment, but he seemed trapped where he was, on his lap, so close to her crotch, his desire, and yet so far, while she continued to stroke him near to a frenzy.

When he was near to coming, she seemed to sense it, and stopped, much to his dismay, and after tucking his shaft between her fishnetted legs to further restrain his movements, it was no surprise that she reached for the paddle. "Sorry dear, but break time is over." She then rubbed the paddle on his buttocks again, "warming it up," and whacked him again. He thrust his legs out again, and screamed, but didn't thrash as much this time, although his butt felt like it was on fire. WHACK! And the tears rolled down his cheeks. WHACK! and he began to try to rock himself off her lap, hoping to fall off and get some rest and relief again. It was futile, for she had him secure. 

"Hold still, slave! Unless you want more than the last two you have coming!"

He had lost count after the shock of the first two, and was both relieved that he only had two more to suffer, and dismayed that he still had two more to suffer. The way he felt, he honestly thought that there may not be any skin left on his posterior. WHACK! and he involuntarily threw his head back and roared. She placed a firm but gentle hand on the back of his head, and let the last one fly. WHACK!

She let up on his back, and he was able to sit up, and look her in the eyes. She smiled somewhat compassionately this time, and rose from the bed and retrieved her suitcase. From it she pulled a small pink container of some type of cream, and she sat back down where she was.

"Lean over here, let me put this on your butt."

He complied, and she started rubbing it gently on his cheeks. It felt so soothing, he started making a cooing sound to let her know his relief.

"So, next time, you'll do what you're told, right?" He nodded enthusiastically. "And you'll speak respectfully?" Again an affirmative gesture.




The Other Woman



I had been seeing Shay Mitchell, the sexy, and some would say, sexiest period, cast member of "Pretty Little Liars", for about six months, and we had just moved in to my place together when I first met Jana Kramer, the actress-turned-country-singer, after one of her concerts.

And ever since then, we had been having an affair for at least half that long behind not only Shay's back, but behind Jana's fiancee's back, as well.

You might think it would be easy to keep the two ladies separated, but I found it thrilling to know that Shay could walk in on Jana and me at any time, which I why I almost always invited Jana over to my place for us to have sex, and not the other way around.

Well, one night when Jana was feeling particularly frisky, I invited her over, thinking Shay was going to be out on the "PLL" set until late, therefore giving us enough time to do what we needed to do and keep everything to ourselves like we had been doing.

It all started out like any other night that Jana and I had gotten together recently, but would wind up getting out of hand pretty quickly.

"Come on in baby," I told Jana as I greeted her at the door and let her into my house, staring at her in her cut-off shorts and little red top that didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination, planting a kiss on her lips as I closed the door behind me.

"I can't stop thinking about you John...I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night I met you after my show and you took me out for drinks before we wound up back here fucking," Jana whispered as I kissed her lips again, both of my hands squeezing her ass as I led her toward my couch, "I can't even have sex with my man anymore without wishing or pretending it was you that was fucking me."

"You're all I can think about too, Jana," I told her as I squeezed her ass some more and gave her a long, deep kiss, our hands going on the back of each other's heads as we really started to get into it, "even when I fuck Shay, I find myself pretending you're the one I'm fucking, baby."

"MMM...shouldn't you lock it baby? Wouldn't want Shay to walk in on us would we?" Jana asked me as I laid her on my couch and straddled her, noticing I had failed to lock the door, as I started kissing her neck and making out with her while we tore at each other's clothes.

"She's on set and won't be home for a while," I told her as I started sucking on her tits, lining my dick up with her pussy as I lifted her ass off the couch.

"Good...you don't need that slut anyway John..." Jana whispered, turning me on far more than it should have to hear her call my girlfriend a slut as I slid into her and started to fuck her.

"OHGOD...fuck me John...tell me how much better my pussy is than Shay's baby..." Jana hissed as I started to thrust in and out of her, her walls wrapping tightly around it as she contorted her body in a way that sent my dick all the way up inside of her.

"FUCK YES...so tight Jana...you're much tighter than Shay is baby..." I whispered to her as I placed her long legs on my shoulders and started bottoming out inside of her, her eyes starting to roll back in her head as she worked her hips around my dick, her back arching as she banged her fists into the couch.

"OHGOD...OHGOD...there...fuck me there John...make me cum like the slut I am..." she shouted when my dick slid into her g-spot, her walls tightening up around it as she arched her back and threw her head back, her body going limp as she shot her cum all over it.

"YEAH...you fucking cum on that dick Jana...gonna cum in your slutty pussy soon..." I hissed as I drove myself in and out of her, her eyes rolling back into her head as she pushed her hips into mine as the head of my dick slid past her cervix and into her womb. 

"OHGOD...YES...cum inside me John...let's make a baby together...I went off the pill just for you, you know baby..." she hissed as she twisted her hips around my dick, both of us grunting out as I came deep into her baby-making chamber, gobs of my cum sticking to her walls and seeping into her womb as I held myself inside of her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??!!??" I heard a familiar voice shout from behind us, Shay having walked in on us at some point while I was blowing my load inside of Jana, "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS SKANK JOHN?!? AND WHY ARE YOU LETTING HER COME BETWEEN US?"

"Shay...calm down-" I began, Shay coming over to the couch and balling her fists as I shot a few more loads of cum into Jana and pulled out of her, Jana holding me close to her by the arm.

"NO! I WILL NOT CALM THE FUCK DOWN JOHN! I JUST WALKED IN ON YOU FUCKING "THE OTHER WOMAN" AND HEARD HER PRACTICALLY FUCKING BEGGING YOU TO KNOCK HER UP!" Shay shouted as she pulled me away from Jana and went to slap her face, surprised to find Jana blocking her hand.

"If you would calm the fuck down I can explain Shay," Jana told her, getting up and assuming a fighting stance as I reached for my phone, trying to diffuse the situation the whole time.

"The bitch knows my name and she still has the nerve to wreck our home," Shay sneered, staring a hole through me the whole time as Jana tried to convince her to not get physical.

"I can't help it if I find your man fucking irresistible Shay," Jana told her, flashing her engagement ring in her face to show her that it wasn't just our home she was wrecking, "but just because we're both fucking the same guy doesn't mean we have to hate each other's guts."

"Get the fuck out of my sight you two-timing whore!" Shay shouted at Jana before turning to me and starting to let me have it, just about to tell me we were through when I came up to her and kissed her lips.

"Don't...you know I'm pissed at you...how could you do this to me when you know how much I love you..." she whispered as I kissed her on the lips again, feeling her body start to loosen up as she stumbled over the arm of the couch, falling onto it with me on top of her as I started to kiss her neck.

"OHGOD...I can't...I'm mad at you...FUCK...I forgot how good your lips feel on my neck..." she whimpered, her eyes closing as I sucked on her neck and laid her on the couch, Jana coming around the side of it and sliding Shay's skirt down as I pulled her shirt over her head.

"You can't be that mad at me baby...you're moaning for me like you're all hot and bothered..." I teased her as I slid her panties away and parted her legs, lowering my head between them and running my tongue along her slit as Jana sat on her stomach and started making out with her.

"Let me show you some of the things that made your man fall for me," Jana whispered to her, kissing Shay on the lips and sliding her tongue between Shay's lips as they began to make out.

"UH..." Shay hissed into Jana's mouth as I slid my tongue into her pussy, feeling her cunt lips pull it a little deeper into her as I started to eat her out, Jana kissing her neck and sucking on one of her tits as I sucked on the other one.

"OHGOD...I shouldn't be enjoying this..." Shay hissed as she and Jana swapped spit while I dragged my tongue along her deepest walls, feeling her jerk her hips sharply up in the air when I buried it inside of her.

"Cum for me and I'll fuck you even harder than I fucked Jana," I whispered to her as she threw her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head as she shot her load of cum all over my tongue, Jana sucking on her tits as Shay arched her back and pushed her hands into the back of my head, leaving me there until she rode out her orgasm.

"Sit on my face you home-wrecking slut," Shay told Jana as I slid my dick inside Shay's pussy, more authoritative than angry, as she grabbed Jana's hips and slammed them down onto her tongue as she started to lick the pussy of my mistress.

"MMM...FUCK...lick...me...Shay...OHGOD..." Jana purred as Shay used her tongue to orally please Jana while I thrust my dick in and out of Shay's pussy, neither one of the three of us caring any longer how we got where we were just as long as we kept pleasuring each other.

"OHGOD...OHGOD...SHIT...fuck me with that dick John..." Shay hissed when I drove it into her g-spot, her walls clamping down on my dick as she parted Jana's cunt lips with her hands and drove her tongue deep into Jana's tight snatch.

"Keep...licking...OHGOD...YES..." Jana hissed as Shay buried her tongue into her cunt, throwing her head back as she ground her pussy into Shay's face just as I bottomed out inside of Shay's pussy and felt her start to cum all over my dick.

"MMM...UH..." both girls moaned as Jana came all over Shay's tongue, her hands grabbing Shay by the hair as she rode out her orgasm while I drove my dick into Shay's pussy a few more times until she went limp under me.

"FUCK...give it to me...cum inside me John...am I not good enough for you anymore?" Shay hissed as Jana hopped off her face and started sucking on her tits as Shay pushed her hips into mine and rolled her hips, moaning my name as I shot my wad into her.

"FUCK...OHGOD...fucking cum inside me..." she moaned as I unloaded into her pussy, her walls grabbing and pulling on my dick as I fired one shot after another deep into her baby chamber and pulled out of her, Shay whispering in my ear as I withdrew from her.

"I have to admit...it's fucking hot to think about you getting both of us pregnant at the same time..." she purred, squeezing my dick as she told me that she, too, had gone off the pill and was at her most fertile time of the month.

"Go fuck your side bitch again baby...I want to watch this time..." she whispered as she got up and stood by the couch, leaning over and watching as I parted Jana's legs and slid back into her.

"Put on a good show for Shay," I whispered to Jana as I started thrusting in and out of her again, her back arching and her hips slamming into mine as I drilled her cunt, her moans getting louder and louder as she twisted and rotated her hips around my dick.

"FUCK...OHGOD...I...love...your...dick...John...OHGODYES..." she shouted as I hammered into her, her walls starting to put the squeeze on my dick as I buried it deep inside of her, Shay coming over to her and starting to return the favor by making out with her.

"I love his dick, too...so don't think we still don't have a problem here Jana..." Shay whispered to her as I drove my dick in and out of Jana's cunt, her back arching and her eyes starting to roll back in her head as I slid past her cervix and into her womb. 

"Relax Shay...I'll be giving you some more of this dick soon enough," I told her as I noticed her sticking three fingers into her cunt as she watched me fucking Jana, her movements speeding up as she tried to match the pace that I was setting as I thrust in and out of Jana.

"MMM...FUCK...gonna...cum..." Jana moaned as she grabbed Shay's face and pressed it to hers, making out with her as I bottomed out inside of her and gave her a few more hard thrusts, her legs wrapping around me as I shot my load into her.

"OHGOD...it feels so fucking good..." Jana hissed, Shay holding her down and grinding her pussy into Jana's face as I filled Jana's cunt with my cum, her moans being stifled by Shay's pussy as I emptied my load into her, holding her down on the couch as I finished filling her and pulled out of her.

"You've got to learn how to earn your keep around here slut," Shay hissed as she rode Jana's face a little longer, Jana's legs hanging off the bed as my cum worked its way deep inside of her cunt, finally jumping off of her after Jana made her cum.

"You're lucky I like you Jana, because the first thing I was gonna do after I kicked your ass was call your fiancée and have sex with him, just to get even with both of you," Shay told both of us as I got up, going behind her as she bent over the couch, and sliding my dick into her pussy as she threw her head back and pushed her hips into mine.

"Didn't know your girl was so kinky," Jana teased me as I pounded away on Shay's pussy, causing her to throw her head back as she began to swap spit with Jana again.

"She might not admit it...but I think you're bringing it out of her..." I whispered to Jana as I hammered away on Shay's pussy, her eyes rolling back in her head as I drove in and out of her, her body starting to go limp as her cunt clamped down on top of my dick.

"Don't push your luck John...I'm still pissed at you...OHGOD..." she moaned when my dick sliced through her pussy and found her g-spot again, her walls putting the squeeze on my dick as she threw her head back and came all over it, her moans turning into one long, loud yell of my name as I thrust into her one last time and came deep in her pussy.

"FUCK...OHGOD...FUCK YES..." she hissed as I filled her pussy, her walls massaging my dick as I held it inside of her and shot her full of my baby seed, Jana walking over to her and making out with her as I pulled out of her. 

"We're both gonna suck your dick now," Jana hissed as she dropped to her knees on one side of me with Shay hitting her knees on the other side of me as they both took turns sucking on my dick, both of them wrapping their hands around it as they took turns sucking on my balls and deep-throating me.

"MMM...suck it girls..." I hissed, not quite believing my luck that would should've been a bad situation to be in led me into having a threesome with two of the hottest girls walking the face of the earth as they both sucked on my dick, starting to fight over who was going to get to swallow my load when the time came for that.

"Back off bitch! He's mine! I'm swallowing his cum!" Shay hissed as she sucked on one of my balls, wrapping her hands around it as Jana shot her the evil eye and wrapped her hands around the other ball as she sucked it.

"I fucked him before you did today, so I should swallow it," Jana hissed, both girls starting to get nasty with each other again as the sex wore off.

"Don't fight ladies...there's plenty of me to go around..." I told them as I yanked them both off of my dick, each of them stroking it with one hand and then rubbing their cunts as I exploded all over their faces, coating them with my cum as they began to lick it off of each other, leading to them starting to make out again as I recovered for a bit and then got dressed.

"MMM...wow...that was some kind of experience..." Shay whispered to me, her and Jana wrapped things up before Jana threw on her clothes to go, blowing me a kiss as she left my house, "but if I ever catch you fucking that skank in the same house that we're supposed to be living in together again, I will cut your dick off, mister."

"You know you're not that mad at me Shay...you HAVE been saying you wanted to spice up things in the bedroom after all..." I told her, drawing a half-frustrated, half-playful sigh from her as we headed to the bedroom to continue our night together.

And just when I thought my life couldn't get any better, since I was still managing to balance both my relationship with Shay and my affair with Jana after that night, three months later I found out that I had indeed gotten them both pregnant on the same night.

Which has left me currently planning for all three of us together again soon so we can celebrate the great big, happy, growing family that my girlfriend, myself, and the "other woman" have become.