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The Power of Lust Ch. 01

By: Quin



Judy had become very aware that she had attracted the attention of the men working down at the community centre. As she made her way along the street she smiled inwardly, her gait changing into almost a skip. For a woman in her mid twenties and already married for five years Judy was nevertheless still quite shy, naïve and girlish in her outward appearance and manner. In fact it was that very quality that had prompted the team of workmen to single her out as a victim for their teasing and flirting; the way she easily blushed showing her embarressment, the way in which they were able to reduce the young wife into a giggling helpless girl proved too tempting for men seeking amusement to lighten their working day.

The reason Judy was not in gainful employment was due to her husband's insistence that as a male he was the breadwinner: he had made sure their marriage would follow the old-fashioned tradition practiced by people of their social class – the wife stays home, brings up the kids, her role being as homemaker. Now with time on her hands her only outside interest was doing voluntary work at the local community centre. Today was her turn to keep an eye on things for the afternoon and make sure the building was locked up and secure when the workmen left; in fact, as most other members had better ways to spend their afternoons while their centre was being refurbished, given it wasn't possible to indulge in their usual activities, they had taken advantage of Judy's good nature.

Judy wanted more from life but it wasn't in her nature to rebel – she was the submissive sort, she conformed and bent easily to the will of others. The same could be said for her sex life; it was old-fashioned almost Victorian, conventional – and monotonously unexciting. Judy had only ever once complained, or rather made the mild suggestion that perhaps they could alter the time and even frequency of the act (ideally changing frequency meant that some weeks maybe they could 'do it' more than once, preferably in a different way.) The idea had not gone well with husband Ben.

So it is easy to see why Judy considered being left alone with several outrageously flirty men, away from her home and out of sight and earshot of gossipy neighbours – and more importantly, her husband, was akin to having an 'adventure'.  Today, as she reached the centre and removed her coat her tummy felt a little nervous, because she had dared to wear quite a flimsy top that showed her bra and a skirt that was a couple of inches shorter than ones she normally wore. Like on other days she would pop her head round the corner of the main hall, say hello and exchange a few words with the men then go and make a cup of tea before busying herself with little chores; later she would sit and relax and spend the rest of the time reading her book, unless of course one, or some, of the men came to flirt with her.

It amused Judy that all the men went by their nickname and insisted she refer to them that way; which incidentally made her feel she was closer to the men than other members of the centre having been introduced to all of them individually. Sparks, the electrician came into room just as she bent low and she heard an 'Hmm!' sound.  Judy giggled as she turned to face him and saw his eyes light up as his gaze drifted down to her breasts.

"Wow! You look great to-day Jude!" he exclaimed, "Wait 'till Gaffer gets an eyeful!"

Gaffer, or Gaff, was of course the foreman, and being the boss got to spend more time with Judy – she had become comfortable with him and opened up, taking him into her confidence. Just last week, when they had a lighthearted chat, he asked her half joking, if she regretted having got married or wishing she could go out on the town and misbehave! The conversation almost took on a serious air when Judy admitted life was a bit boring and that sometimes, married life seemed a bit humdrum. 

Gaff, with a wicked glint in his eye told her that she'd have to look out for opportunities to 'have a bit of excitement', saying that's what lots of wives did. Judy had giggled shyly saying she wouldn't dare to. Seeing her mood become almost melancholy Gaff asked her what was up?

"Well," she said, looking down as she smiled, "It's been really fun having you all here – being able to talk and have a joke – it's just that – you will be gone soon and it's back to boring long days and sober-sided serious people who don't laugh a lot and try to treat me like a skivvy."

Gaff had stayed silent for a moment, and then put forward a proposition.

"We can stay in touch if you like," he said.

Judy had felt surprised by his offer, and a tad uneasy, as was her natural instinct.

"I... I couldn't have an affair if that's what you mean," she stuttered, "I'd carry too much guilt, my husband would see through me right away!"

"Hang on," laughed the man, "I didn't mean that – an affair is between a couple and usually involves other complicated crap like romance or something – I meant you could keep in touch with me and the lads, meet us every once and awhile for a drink or a coffee say, visit us when we are working local – you can be one of our pals, a mate."

Gaff had thought for another minute before something in his mind clicked.

"So if wasn't for your overwhelming fear and guilt you might like to have some sort of affair?"

Judy surprised him this time by – not giggling. This time, in spite of her coyness she looked up and calmly caught his eye, the side of her mouth widening as though she wanted to convey her feeling of regret that she was incapable of such behaviour.

"Not affair no," she corrected.

"What then?"

The woman hesitated before answering.

"I shouldn't be telling you this – but, sometimes I feel I'm missing out – I've read stuff, over the years, about women who get to enjoy different things, you know?"

"Sex?"

Judy blushed up, "Trying different things, yeah, doing it well, different ways."

"You never have with your husband?"

"No. I wish it could be more exciting." With a sudden look of shock the shy wife exclaimed in a loud hiss, "My goodness, why am I telling you all this?"

"Make it more exciting," Gaff had said before the conversation ended.

Now, today she had stepped out of her comfort zone and was wearing something quite daring – something her husband would definitely not approve of.

"Look at this Gaff," laughed Sparks, as his foreman walked into the room. "What a cracker!"

When the electrician had left the room Gaff gazed approvingly at Judy.

"You took my advice then – you're going to make life more interesting."

"Don't stare at me like that!" said Judy.

Gaff laughed quietly, "Come on, follow me."

"What? Where to?"

"You're going to experience your first act of sexual naughtiness – commit your first wicked sin!"

"What?"

Gaff had already lifted her to her feet.

"We'll start small – come and show the lads how sexy you look in your see-through blouse!"

Judy scolded him, "You're making fun of me – I'm not wearing anything outlandish – this is normal for lots of women."

Gaff turned quickly making her collide with him: they stood very close, face-to-face.

"It's a first for you! Anyway," he said softly, "I bet you haven't realised just how prominent your nipples appear, pushing through your bra!"

Judy gasped, "Oh my God!" she said blushing bright red.

"Don't underestimate yourself Judy, " Gaff told the woman.

He dared to deliver a brief and gentle kiss on the woman's lips. Before she knew it she had been whisked into the presence of the other men.

"What do you think guys?" asked Gaff, "Does she look sexy or what?"

The men grinned and leered at her breasts.

"Nice! Why have you been covering them up?"

Sparks stepped close to her twiddling his screwdriver.

"Your nipples look really aroused!" he laughed, "Is the rest of you?"

Poor Judy was speechless and her distress showed. Now it was Sparks who gently pulled her hair back from her cheek before planting a kiss on the end of her nose, his tongue teasingly licked her mouth before drawing back. Judy felt a pulse of excitement pass through her body, a thrill.

"You have nice tits!" whispered Sparks, "You're giving us all a hard-on!"

Any other time Judy would have felt insulted and angry at such a rude and uncouth comment, knowing the intention would almost certainly be to annoy and ridicule; somehow, this time it felt different, she knew it was because the men were genuinely showing signs of sexual arousal – simply from merely looking at her see-through blouse. As though meant to confirm her impression Chippy the joiner, Chip to the others, commented in a low toned lewd voice on the prominence of her erect nipples. For the first time in her quiet uneventful life Judy found herself the centre of sexual desirability – blatantly obvious, freely expressed sexual attraction.

It may have been the coy embarrassed smile she wore, or the glance that was cast from eyes that peeped under half closed lids making her look sultry and seductive; but something gave Sparks the incentive to risk taking the liberty to seek from her a second longer kiss, delivered fully on the lips. Judy felt the hand of the watching Gaff who still held her gently begin to stroke her arm from elbow to shoulder, hesitating as it took a more diagonal direction down toward her breasts; his other arm around her waist, the hand gently squeezing the bottom of her ribcage.

All the men heard the housewife pant for breath as Sparks momentarily broke away before re-planting his mouth over hers, even Tom the Trowel and his mate who had stood silently at the far end of the hall, neglecting the plaster that dripped from his float. Also too, it was noted by all the men that Judy did not resist nor show any sign of disapproval – even when two-fingers, owner unknown, tweaked and rubbed her sexually sensitive erect nipple.

Inside the woman emotions boiled up; fear, and her default state of knowing guilt should follow knowledge of committing sinful behaviour surrendered to the much more powerfully surging waves of sexual pleasure and arousal: in fact, the fear and guilt seemed only to intensify the feelings of exquisite joy realised from indulging in such a forbidden sexual encounter. The smell of wood shavings and pine filled her nostrils as different lips, those of Chip, covered her mouth. She never opened her eyes to see different men come to claim their turn for a kiss: and still the fingers played with her nipples.

"I can't believe I let that happen!" said an embarrassed wife, a few minutes later, her cheeks glowing crimson. "What would the members think – not to mention my husband?"

The men laughed, "They'll never know," said Chip, "It's our secret."

Scurrying from the room, aware of the slight tinge of disappointment that the fun-time had been far to brief, she failed to notice Gaff had followed until she paused by a table and felt his arms enclose her waist. Not sure how to react she began to talk incessantly and nervously expressing and explaining her fears and emotions.

"But be honest Judy, did you enjoy it?"

It would have silly to deny the truth given that she had stood unresisting and obligingly turned her head for each man.

"Well, yeah," she admitted, as though trying to find a 'but', a justification.

Gaff, in hushed tones, told her he was happy for that, as he had not yet claimed his turn. Judy was no longer able this time use the excuse that she had been too stunned and overwhelmed to stop the proceedings. This would be a conscious decision, willingness – consent granted.

"What if the others come in?" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to sound flippant, "We could be doing this all afternoon! You all have work to do!"

Gaff ignored her remark and pressed his body close to hers. She felt the rough material of his overalls rub against her still erect nipples as her breasts wobbled ever so slightly seemingly wanting to move in opposite directions to the man's torso. Lower down she felt a hard lump pressing into her tummy raising her level of sexual enjoyment. Very slowly Gaff began to move his hips – and she did too.

Judy was too far gone to want to stop the workman when he raised his hand and deftly started to pop open the buttons of her blouse, but she did mouth a concern between kisses.

"Someone might come in?" she whispered.

"It would only be one of the lads," said Gaff, his fingers carefully feeling inside the top of her bra. "Are you bothered?"

Judy imagined the scene – in a room with up to five men – her blouse undone, one man inside her bra playing with her nipples – she imagined how she'd feel, how she might react – how she'd like to react. More thrillingly, she wondered just how far she'd be prepared to let it go. Her hips gyrated a little harder, a little faster, her tongue inexplicably took on a life of it's own and entered the mouth of the man.

All good things must come to an end and Judy hurried off into another room when they heard the voices of the elderly community centre caretaker and his wife. Time had passed and the working day was drawing to an end – the other men had already packed up their tools and were ready to leave.

"Thought we'd better not interrupt," smirked Sparks. The others looked enviously at their foreman.

Judy had a brief moment with the older couple before making her way to the door, careful to ensure her coat covered her body. Outside she met Gaff who unexpectedly was waiting for her.

"Come on," he said, "I'll give you a ride home."

It would look innocent enough to anyone who noticed decided Judy: she climbed into his beaten-up old pick-up truck. They drove along on what should have been a short journey.

"Do you need to go straight home?" asked Gaff, sounding almost wary of raising the question in case he was pushing things too far.

Judy stared out of the window considering her answer.

"It won't be long before my husband finishes work – it doesn't take him long to get home," she said.

A few long seconds passed.

"Sometimes I'm a bit late. Our evening meal is already in the oven – I set it on automatic."

Judy was an efficient wife and excellent housekeeper. She could have proved to be just as good in bed too – had her husband required that quality from her.

"It would only have to be a short time," she said without looking at the driver, "I can't be too late."

Gaff thought quickly and turned the vehicle up a side road that led toward a run down industrial area of the city; he remembered a disused factory that had a small yard – it would do nicely.

Parking up in a corner of the factory yard Gaff turned off the engine and turned to Judy. Her body trembled slightly when Gaff reached out but she didn't object when he once again undid her blouse and began to play with her tits. Shuffling across and turning her face to his he kissed her, at the same time as he took her hand and placed it on his bulging cock. He sensed her misgivings.

"Relax," he whispered, and ceased kissing her allowing her to droop her head down toward his crotch.

Judy stared down at her own hand, which was being manipulated by Gaff, rubbing over the large swelling in his trousers.

"I don't know if I can do this," she said, "I've never done anything like this before."

"You don't need to do anything," the man told her.

As though in slow motion Judy watched as Gaff unfastened his pants and drew out his stiff prick. It felt hot to her hand when he fastened her hand around the shaft, making the up and down movements for her. Without her realising he let his hand drift across to her skirt and gently tugged up her hemline. Judy simply watched transfixed as the whiteness of her panties came into view under the semi transparent nylon of her pantyhose.

Now she felt the pressure of a finger between her pussy lips, feeling along her slit and describing little circles near the top; she let her legs spread wider, her breathing became heavy. In her hand the stiff hot penis jerked as she willingly pulled on the foreskin – she watched how the little hole opened and closed as she moved her wrist. Gaff's hand had moved from her cunny to the waistband of her pantyhose.

"Do you want to take them off?" he asked.

Judy knew that wasn't what he really meant, that wasn't the real question. If she answered yes it meant she was agreeing to have sex with him – saying 'Yes, I want you to fuck me!' It was against everything she had ever been taught. It was wrong, very wrong and wicked – she would be an adulteress, a slut. This would be worse behaviour than any of those housewives who pretended their adultery was to do with romance or who considered their act of betrayal civilised because they booked into a respectable hotel room or entertained their lover behind the closed curtains of their own bedroom. This would be dirty sex in a dirty old pick-up truck in a dirty disused factory yard – done with a sweaty workman unwashed from his day's labour.

A high voltage surge of sexually depraved desire shot through her body. Her bottom lifted off the seat and she helped him slide her underwear over her buttocks.

"I want it!" she stated, simply and softly.

After a few clumsy seconds Gaff knelt in the well of the passenger seat between the wide spread naked thighs of the housewife. Already panting hard, her breast rising and falling as she breathed she stared in excited anticipation at the thick hard cock with it's bulging purple helmet that was about to enter her wet and ready vagina. She uttered a long drawn-out 'O' sound and allowed herself a brief grin as Gaff slowly moved his hips forward entering her hole; Judy tightened the appropriate muscles around the stiff appendage and raised her feet wrapping her legs around his waist. The vehicle rocked as they went at it like rabbits.

It was better than she could have imagined: the extra thrill knowing it was against convention, forbidden: the company of a different man, the feel of a different cock, a longer fatter cock than she was used to, a more enthusiastic cock! She wondered why she hadn't done this before – with other men: she hoped, and fully intended, to do it more often. Lost in her feeling of exquisite pleasure her eyes had been half closed – then a change of light caused by a movement from outside attracted her attention.

The first thing she noticed as she looked out through the window was her own naked knee and calf that partly blocked her view, making her realise that at some point she had lewdly placed her feet on the dashboard of the truck and pressed against the windscreen to gain more power to her thrusting pelvis. The second thing noticed was the shape of a man – standing – watching – just a few feet away. About to cry out and warn her partner in crime, or rather, sex, Judy hesitated when her eyes were drawn to the movement below the man's waist. He was masturbating.

Many seconds had passed. Judy had time to observe that the man's trousers where slowly sliding down his legs bunching up around his ankles, though he didn't seem to care. The look on his face was one of unmistakable perverted joy usually worn by seasoned voyeurs. She hadn't yet screamed, and now felt no inclination to. Instead her eyes moved alternately from gazing at the man straight in the face to staring at his cock, watching his hand wanking away, noting it's width and girth. Judy lowered the knee that obstructed both their views and saw the man smile; now the sight of her bouncing tits could be fully appreciated. The housewife looked down at her breasts realising why the man was grinning and she smiled back. This felt just as much a thrill as being fucked by a man who wasn't her husband. 

For the benefit of both men Judy displayed a show of extra enthusiasm. Encouraging Gaff to lean his head forward she lifted her left breast toward his mouth asking him to suck her nipple before glancing at the man, hoping he liked what he saw: she felt a thrill when he smiled and nodded approval – then smirked and nodded back.


The Power of Lust Ch. 01



Such was the level of arousal that a powerful orgasm began to well up inside and while Gaff had been holding back his climax he now felt free to allow it to burst forth when he sensed the female was ready to erupt. Judy looked through half closed eyes at the watching stranger and wiped her tongue across her lips before her mouth emitted a loud sensuous moan when she saw sperm shoot from his cock. Almost at the same time Gaff filled her tubes with hot spunk causing her cry out, almost groan, begging for more.

The man was long gone by the time the pick-up drove out of the yard. Judy was kept busy repairing her attire and hair right until the vehicle stopped a couple of streets away from her road.

"That was fantastic," Gaff said.

"I'd better rush off home," said Judy smiling with a blush of her cheeks at what she considered a compliment.

"You knew he was there didn't you – the man I mean – you knew he was there, watching?" asked Gaff.

Judy went coy but was beyond feeling embarrassed – she nodded her head. Gaff didn't feel a need to insist she explain or justify her reaction – there was no need to spell it out. Instead he grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her passionately before letting her toddle off home to resume her housewifely duties.





There was a different air about the woman, a certain aura she wore as she stepped through the house humming a happy tune. The house wasn't empty, as had been expected.

"Late back? I've checked the cooker – dinner is okay," Ben looked at his wife closely as he spoke. "I'm earlier than expected, as you can see. You sound happy?"

Judy agreed that she was and quickly turned the conversation round after explaining she had stayed behind waiting for the workmen to finish. She tried hard to look and appear what was considered normal.

At dinner Ben seemed to want to make pleasant conversation – which wasn't normal.

"Are the guys okay," he asked, "The guys working at the Centre," he added when his wife looked perplexed, "Are they friendly enough with you?"

"Yeah," replied Judy, "They are fine – we have a chat and a joke."

"Just as well then," said Ben, "Given that you have to spend whole days with them."

After chewing on a mouthful of food he swallowed then looked steadily across the table.

"Who brought you home – in the pick-up truck?"

Judy froze in the same way a person would if someone fired a gun at their feet stopping them in their tracks.

"I saw you drive past me and pull into the side street," explained Ben keeping his eyes on his wife.

Judy kept her calm and decided instantly to tell the whole truth – apart from the sex bit – and perhaps the fact they had been parked up in a disused factory yard – and the kissing – and perhaps she might think of other exemptions.

"That was one of the guys – the foreman, Gaff is his nickname – they all have nicknames. He very kindly offered to bring me home."

She waited for Ben to inform her that he had seen them kissing.

"That's okay," he said forking some food into his mouth, "I don't mind you having male friends – as long as you're honest about it" 

There was a pause.

"Although a couple of things bother me. One is that I phoned the Centre to let you know I'd be home early – the caretakers wife said you'd already left a while ago."

Judy wasn't used to this intrigue or was expert in deceiving her husband but survival instincts kicked in.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I wasn't sure if you'd be angry so I've hesitated to tell you. By way of apology for keeping me back, and as thanks for making all those extra coffees, the guys took me for a drink. I accepted and stayed for as long as was polite and explained that I don't really like to drink alcohol at this time of day – then Gaff brought me home."

Ben cleared his dinner plate.

"So why stop short of the house and make you walk three blocks?"

Judy thought more truth/lies were in order.

"Well, he didn't want to risk getting me in trouble, and I didn't want to give the neighbours an excuse to gossip." She giggled, "Just as well – because sometimes he acts a bit silly and he planted a big kiss on my cheek as I got out of the truck! He's harmless though – they all are." 

Judy wasn't going to give her husband chance to hit her with a shot across her broadside and declare that he'd seen them kiss – the shot was reduced to a damp squib.

"They flirt with you then?"

Feeling confident in her audacity Judy admitted they did.

"Of course they do – they're workmen aren't they. They think it's obligatory. Mostly they seem to do it just to make me blush and make feel embarrassed. But they are just having a joke and are really grateful that I take them extra drinks. I think they prefer me rather than the older folk because they just complain and moan all the time."

It seemed a good opportunity to get a dig in at her husband.

"In fact they wonder what I'm doing there at all at my age – amongst the oldies. They think I should be doing something more interesting with my life."

"Do they really?" said Ben, with an edge to his voice. "It appears that you actually have found something more interesting to do since they've been there."

As Judy prudently rose to take the plates to the dishwasher Ben called after her, speaking in a tone that for him was very unusual.

"I've no problem with you having male friends Judy – including the flirting – but I'd like you to be careful. It seems you already are using discretion."

"What on earth are you getting at?" she asked, stunned and perplexed by his remark.

"I know you need something in your life," he said, "And that there are a lot of things we don't share. It's accurate to say that my life is full and busy and my time and mind are well occupied while yours isn't – lacks stimulation."

Judy butted in, "So you should agree to let me go out to work and follow a career."

Ben shook his head and walked out of the room.

Judy felt anger rise up almost reducing her to tears. She couldn't believe how arrogant and selfish Ben could be. Surely he must not care about her? Was that his way of saying, do what you like as long as you don't embarrass me? Sexually he wasn't interested, though she seemed to know that already – but why – was he secretly gay or was it that she just didn't turn him on? Maybe he had a mistress elsewhere. As long as they gave the appearance of being a steady married couple then it was enough as far as he was concerned.

Suddenly Ben stepped back into the room, "By the way," he said, "That blouse makes you look – shall we say – quite fetching. I bet your male friends held the same opinion."

"They did!" she answered defiantly.



The Power of Lust Ch. 02



Judy made her way to the Community Centre in a less carefree way than the previous day. Her two extremes of thought played havoc with her mood. On one hand she felt angry by Ben's uncaring attitude, while at the other extreme her mind was filled with memories of the incredibly exciting illicit sex and how she had shocked her very self by not only allowing the voyeur to watch, but also experiencing powerful feelings of lustful pleasure by having him do so. What surprised Judy the most was the lack of remorse or feeling of guilt -- instead, there was yearning, a desire to experience more of the same. It was like; someone had flicked a switch, activating a part of her that had remained hidden and unknown.

Taking her coat off she went to follow her usual routine and opened the door to the hall to ask if the men wanted tea or coffee. Now she felt apprehensive because she was about to face all five men at once -- men who she had allowed -- each in turn - a kiss and a grope; men who knew that she had allowed the foreman Gaff, to go much further: although she did hope at that stage that they knew nothing about the antics in the factory yard.

While the men ogled, thankfully they didn't mock or tease her, and didn't mention the previous afternoon. The ogling was explainable and to be expected as Judy had gone a step further today by not only wearing a similar see-through blouse but had foregone the plain pantyhose in favour of wearing fish-net stockings and a skirt that, if a man looked carefully at the split at just the right time, betrayed the fact that the fish-nets were stockings held up by a garter belt and not pantyhose, 

"You okay Jude?" asked Sparks.

She assured him she was and looking around enquired where Gaff was.

"He's been pulled off the job," Sparks informed her, "Sent elsewhere."

Now she felt worse than ever and went about her routine quietly, taking in the tray of tea as usual and leaving the men to their work. It seemed even they were in no mood for flirting.

She was left alone until lunchtime when she settled down with her book. The door opened and the plasterer's mate walked in.

As he was alone Judy asked, "Where are the others?"

"They've gone out today," he said, "Down the pub for a pint and a pie."

She noticed his eyes focus on her crossed legs and realised she must be showing a fair amount of thigh. Her mood had been so morose that she had paid no attention to her sexy attire almost forgetting she had dressed to impress that morning.

"I'm sorry, I don't yet know your name," she said.

"It's Ross -- I'm new and not a tradesman -- just a plasterer's mate - so I don't qualify for a nickname yet!"

Judy laughed with him suddenly finding that yesterday's mood was reawakening. She liked the way he was staring at her thighs; the way it made her tummy tingle. The thought came to her that they would be alone for an hour.

"I suppose it was unwise of me to dress like this after yesterday," she said, "Things got a little out of hand didn't they? It must seem like I'm trying to encourage you all to, well... you know?"

"Are you not?" the guy asked pointedly, lewdly taking in the view between the slit in Judy's skirt that showed an area of bare thigh above stocking top. "There's no doubt you enjoyed the fun we had yesterday. And I'm getting the impression that you like being looked at. I'm right aren't I?"

Judy had been taken by surprise by the directness of Ross. It made her feel vulnerable as though he could read her thoughts, sense what was going on inside her body: she had no option but be honest -- so she nodded.

"I suppose you're right," she admitted, trying to disguise the thrill she was feeling.

"You wouldn't mind more of the same then?" Ross said, "It would be nice if you let me have a better look at those gorgeous thighs. I just love sexy stockings and suspender belts"

For a moment Judy felt out of her depth but the lust welling up inside her was too powerful to control.

"I hope you can be discreet, " she said with a shaky voice as she shyly pulled up her hemline and pulled apart the split, exposing the white flesh of her thighs and the garter belt. 

More by accident than design she also treated him to a generous view of the gusset of her silky panties. When she saw the front of his trousers begin to bulge out her breathing became laboured.

"See," said Ross speaking very slowly, "Just how much enjoyment you're giving - and getting - already!"

His hand dropped to his groin and he began to touch the outline of his stiffening cock. Judy was taken by surprise by this blatantly licentious movement and gave out a little gasp as her face reddened.

"Just to get one thing straight," said Ross, "Do you have something special going on with Gaff?"

"Of course not!" answered Judy swiftly, "An affair you mean -- certainly not!"

"Free agent eh?" smiled Ross. "You simply like having some extra curricular fun!"

"Look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea," said Judy hesitantly, "I've never behaved like this before. To be honest, yesterday happened after I told Gaff that my marriage was a bit boring and my husband seems distant and self-centred. He said I should have some fun -- tease you all a little. It went further than intended.

"You don't have to justify yourself to me," Ross told her quietly, "Enjoy whatever turns you on!"

Judy had lost the impetus, her libido had dampened somewhat -- but as she watched Ross use his hand to stroke the growing hidden shaft inside his trousers, and how that shaft tried to burst out through the material, it began to return.

Coyly she declared in a giggle, "It seems I don't have to do much!"

"You don't," Ross whispered, his tone sounded decadent and wicked "Just indulge me while I enjoy the experience of living out a little sexual fantasy -- if you will!"

Judy caught her breath, feeling her tummy do a dance.

"I guess so," she said, trying to seem nonchalant and casual, "If all I have to is simply sit here."

"That's all," said Ross, his fingers now gripping the zip of his trousers, "Sit -- and watch. But first, be a good sport... pull your skirt up a little higher for me."

Judy's heart began to thump as she watched the hand draw down the zip, excited by the anticipation that any second now his hard cock would spring forth from it's lair: and as it did just that she gave a faint cry before talking in a gulp of air. By the time the man's wrist was working the foreskin, deliberately slowly, Judy was panting for breath, watching the purple helmet swell and the tiny pee-hole open, changing from slit to circle. The musky odour of rough workingman sweat reached her nostrils and caused another faint moan to emanate from her dry mouth making her feel the need to wipe her lips with her tongue in a most seductive way.

An eager but serene voice reached her ears asking her to show a bit more. Judy kept her eyes glued to the cock while her hands moved willingly to hitch her skirt right up over her hips; with a mind of their own the hands commenced to undo the buttons of her blouse until she was able to pull apart her clothing exposing her bra. Ross thanked her by sighing a long 'Yeah!' Encouraged, and happy that she was easily able to give the man so much pleasure she dared herself to lift a tit from it's protective and supporting cup.

Ross groaned his wrist and forearm pumped faster. As he stepped nearer it seemed only natural that she should open her mouth, and be ready. Fighting to hold back and prolong his sexual joy Ross gritted his teeth giving Judy the time to touch her self and play sensuously with her nipple, her mind preparing for the imminent flow of sperm that, if she had her way, would spill into her mouth then out over her breasts where she would be able to take in the sight of sticky white fluid running over her tits and down between her cleavage: Judy also harboured little sexual fantasies and one of hers was about to become a experience realised.

The housewife had never tasted sperm before -- she believed it to be salty, but knew it was the sheer depraved dirtiness of the act that thrilled -- the act of allowing the male organ to discharge his jism into one's delicate facial orifice -- to lick a man's piss-hole with a tongue while the musky man-smell flowed up nostrils. Cover me with your fluid, she thought -- such was the object of her fantasy.

Judy did feel perverted delight when sperm covered her tongue -- as did Ross when he watched the woman quite unexpectedly open her mouth wide, inviting him to put his cock into her mouth knowing he was about to ejaculate. He enjoyed the sight of this wanton woman as she proceeded to lick the blobs off the tip of his cock; he felt a thrill as he watched -- and so did the two men who stood in the doorway!

They had taken several steps toward the chair before Judy noticed they were there. As she turned her head releasing the now flaccid penis from her mouth all she saw at eye-level were two more bulging male groins. She did not have time to panic or feel ashamed or shocked -- a zip was already being unfastened. This cock, as big as the last one, apparently needed her hand wrapped around it and her arm was lifted while fingers closed hers around the throbbing hot shaft.

"Come on girl -- give us a wank!" The voice she recognised as that of Chip. 

She didn't see a need nor had the inclination to refuse. Sucking it was more than had been requested from her, but she wanted to. Other hands had slipped up her back inside her undone blouse to snap open the clasp of her bra but though her initial normal reaction was to flinch and resist she was satisfyingly calmed when two big hands curled around her waist and cupped her breasts roughly tormenting her erect and sensitive nipples provoking her to rise to new heights of lustful pleasure. At this moment in time Judy took delight in behaving like a whore -- her desire was to take pleasure -- and give out pleasure.

As the new pulsing cock pushed toward the back of her throat Judy felt a need to pull her mouth away to lick the underside and suck on the wrinkly ball bag while she regained her breath. From their standing position the men, able to watch this lascivious behaviour, now took a very different view of Judy and in their eyes she was no longer the shy, slightly nervous housewife prone to giggle at the mild flirting ways of bawdy men. When the second emission of sperm spilled from the side of her mouth Judy had hardly the time to swallow when she heard another voice demand they should lift her to her feet.

In an unresisting daze she staggered forward as blood took time to reach her dizzy head causing her to bend forward slightly and support herself on the counter -- which was just the position the third man had intended her to adopt. Her skirt had stayed bunched around her hips, which saved the man a job; the only task left was one of having to pull down her panties. Judy, now fully aware of what the men were about to do remembered the delightful fuck of the previous day but also recalled that it had been in altogether different and more normal circumstances -- with one man -- save for the watching voyeur. Now, as she felt her silky underwear sliding down over her knees to her feet the very vivid fact that her naked bottom was thrust out toward not one but three men sent shock waves surging through every nerve.

Did this ordinary middle-class housewife, whose personality was known by all to be one of shyness and was almost boringly conventional, a woman who retired into corners or stayed in the kitchen at parties -- and only ever attended the most mundane gatherings at that, really want to offer her backside forward to be gangbanged by three men or possibly more? Judy was aware that some of the workmen had yet to come back from their lunch break. Yesterday, she had allowed them all a kiss -- would she now offer them all a fuck, doggy-style?

Her mind was in turmoil when she felt hard flesh against the nick of her bottom, tracing it's way down to find her soaking vagina. When her foot stepped out of the tangled panties and seemed to want to step sideways it sent a message to her brain telling that yes she really was about to submit -- and her brain then sent the signal that made her push her arse back and accept the hard penis into her wet hole. Her hips followed by thrusting backward, slowly at first then gradually building up power as delightfully wicked and depraved sexual arousal made her gasp and pant for breath.

Hands, different hands from several different directions, occasionally wrapped around her or came up from her belly to rub her tits; she didn't care how many or who they might belong to. Spunk poured into her cunt then before the cock had lost its stiffness it was replaced by another, fresher one that pummelled away. Hands also slapped her bottom, at first stinging but developing a warmness that thrilled her even more. She heard herself cry out 'Yes!' or 'Oh yeah! That feels nice!' Shockingly she heard her voice shout out, 'Harder! Fuck me harder!' When the spanking hands slapped against her undulating derriere Judy gave a squeak of approval and declared breathlessly, 'Oh! That gives me such a thrill -- I never expected that -- do it some more!'

She stayed willingly and submissively bent over the counter until each man had satisfied his sexual appetite cooing with an unashamedly show of sexual delight, still apparent when she finally pulled up her knickers.

It might have been that the men were shocked and embarrassed by their behaviour, as was Judy, but for whatever reasons they ignored her for the rest of the afternoon. Judy too failed to take in the usual extra pot of tea and when evening came she waited while they left, neither parties saying goodbye, then locked up and made her way home. It might also have been her imagination that over dinner and throughout the evening her husband continually gazed at her as though he could sense something or see a different look in her eyes and manner.

Well before bedtime Judy had gone upstairs sorting out her wardrobe in an effort to keep her mind busy, to avoid thinking too much about what had happened. Ben walked into the bedroom almost without a sound as she tried on a dress to establish whether or not it was worth keeping. Judy ignored him at first thinking he was there to collect something: Ben never took an interest nor could she expect approving or admiring glances. 

He was still there a minute later when it became obvious the dress was far too tight for her now and the low-cut bodice squeezed her breasts together almost to the point of making them bounce out. She heard him taking in deep sighs and through the mirror noticed the unusual way in which he stared at her -- unusual in that he wore the sort of half smile that men do when they ogle sexually attractive women -- not the sort of look he usually wore when looking her way. The reflection showed that Ben was walking toward her.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked.

"Fun?"

"Well, I mean did you enjoy chatting to the workmen? I'm not fishing or suggesting anything -- not looking for an excuse to argue. It's just that I've noticed it's made you seem much happier -- chirpier."

A hand came out to stroke the hair that had fallen over her left cheek. Judy was confused; sex wasn't part of the mid-week schedule; tender foreplay was non-existent. 

There was change in the tone of Ben's voice. "I'd bet those workmen would like to see you in that dress!" The emphasis he put on the word 'that' sounded strangely lewd.

Judy saw his eyes focused on her deep cleavage, scanning the wide line of red lace that was her bra showing above the bodice. 

"I don't suppose you'd dare to wear that in front of them would you?"

His tone and manner seemed very weird; some would have used the word 'pervy.' One hand gently massaged her shoulder, his eyes remained transfixed on her breasts; she watched through the mirror. She didn't respond to his question -- it was hardly a question -- it was an assumption that would be correct -- in the normal run of things.

"Did they flirt with you today?"

Judy knew that if she denied the fact it would certainly sound like a lie.

"Yes. They teased and acted silly like they usually do."

Ben suddenly placed the palm of one hand over her tit and gently rotated his hand over her nipple making little circles. Now it felt really weird, especially when he briefly kissed her neck before drawing in air noisily through his nostrils.

"Do you flirt with them too?" The words were spoken very slowly.

If Judy indignantly insisted 'never' he would surely know she was scared -- and dishonest: Ben was clever and able to see through her, at least when he felt there was a need to.

She spoke hesitantly in hushed tones when she admitted, "Sometimes yes."

Judy felt Ben's hand squeeze harder on her tit and his sharp intake of breath had a mood of it's own -- one that was familiar to her -- like the ones she had heard that lunchtime!

"How? How do you flirt with them?"

It was time for quick thinking.

"I suppose it's the way I look at them sometimes," she said, "Let them see that I like it -- like the comments they make -- and the way they look at me."

"Sexual comments?"

This was beginning to sound like a third degree interrogation.

"Well... yeah."

Ben seemed like a different man, an aroused man, he kissed her neck again almost biting her and forced down the zip on the back of her dress.

"They'd love to see you like this -- something revealing - wouldn't they?"

Astounded by his manner she didn't answer.

"Wouldn't they?" He demanded an answer.

"I imagine they would," she stated simply, hiding her nervousness and confusion.

"Tell me how else you flirt?" he snapped, "You must do other things!"

Through the mirror Judy watched the sexual touching of her husband's hands and saw lust in his eyes: could it be that he was harbouring a sexual fantasy and was becoming genuinely aroused. Or was he pretending, seeing if he could trap her?

"I don't do much else really, nothing very bad -- it's just silly fun. I guess I sometimes cross my legs when any of them come into the kitchen knowing my skirt is bunched up a bit, showing quite a bit of thigh."

Ben pulled the bodice of her dress down making the garment fall to the floor panting and smirking as he stared at her legs as though he wanted to make an image in his mind of what the men saw. Maybe she ought to have refrained from remaining to wear the stockings and suspenders after she had showered.

Ben's voice hissed in her ear, the reflection showed his eyes focused on the lower portion of her body. "You wear these for the centre -- you cross your legs and let your skirt ride up!" This was a statement, not a question.

Judy's husband had never acted like this before and had she not been so troubled, suspicious and confused she might have enjoyed it more. But in any case he pushed her on the bed and frantically struggled to pull out his cock, pulling her panties to one side and proceeded to fuck her in a way he had never ever done, that is, with energy and enthusiasm -- and sheer lust.

By morning he sat at breakfast his usual aloof self, reading his newspaper, remaining silent. Judy decided her husband must have suffered a temporary relapse, developing a fault in his circuitry, becoming unusually human. She had thought Ben might secretly be the sort of man who gets aroused by thoughts of his wife with other men -- she had heard they exist, but on reflection changed her mind. Of course he didn't -- men like that pester and persuade their wives constantly, Ben had gone back into his shell. Any such man would insist on knowing every dirty detail. If he harboured such a fetish then that too was not something he wanted to share, even then he remained self centred and selfish; he had fucked her hard then simply walked away.




The Power of Lust Ch. 02



The next morning Judy was emotionally neutral -- she simply felt nothing, no guilt, and no apprehension about having to face the men, assuming they would prefer to forget what had happened so the embarressment would be mutual. She dressed conservatively. She made the tea but shouted that it was ready rather than take it to them; this morning there would be no light-hearted banter or flirting. The work was coming to an end -- maybe that was a good thing. Though she would miss the sort of fun they had in the early days, and the companionship, things had gone too far -- they had overstepped the line -- Judy had almost turned into a whore, a real slut-wife.

Throughout the day just a couple of words were exchanged in passing, even the lunch-hour was changed to avoid meeting in the kitchen. Judy watched the men take away most of their tools and equipment: she felt very sad. She went home. The following day she wasn't required at the Community Centre and went shopping to occupy her mind.

It seemed lonely and empty in the large rooms of the centre. During the last three days the members, eager to resume their activities had rallied round and tidied up the place; just for a change Judy had declined to offer her services. Today she had relented and agreed to come and open the place up because someone was due to call. Moping around the hall she heard footsteps and turned to see the expected visitor. What she actually saw were three visitors, the totally unexpected sight of Chip, Sparks and Ross. The men exchanged a few polite greetings with Judy before explaining that the centre's committee had a few criticisms about their work and they were here to rectify the matter.

"Well they won't pay us otherwise -- the nitpicking grumpy old gits!"

Judy laughed -- it felt just like old times.

"I'll leave you to get on with it," she said smiling.

The men too were being ultra polite and cautious, not completely at ease.

As the clock struck ten Judy filled the kettle and prepared tea, she stepped into the hall to find the men busy putting final touches to their work.

"Will you be here long enough to have some tea?" she asked.

Chip smiled at her from his ladder, "We were hoping you'd offer!" he said.

As the water boiled the men paraded into the kitchen.

"I believe the main man is coming in this afternoon to inspect before he signs up and authorises payment," Sparks told her.

"Oh really," said Judy, "I thought they were coming later this morning. So they're taking me for granted again expecting me to stay here most of the day."

"Well they called us just before we arrived," said Chip, "They'll be no one here until this afternoon."

"Well they failed to inform me!" said Judy irritated.

"No one else will be here this morning," reiterated Sparks.

"Just us," said Judy quietly, looking thoughtfully at the teapot. 

They were all stood in a sort of semi-circle with Judy leaning against the kitchen counter. The atmosphere changed as though charged by some force, like they expected, hoped, something was about to happen. The phrases, 'no one else coming' 'just us here' caused Judy to look at the men in a certain anxious way. They all attempted to relax and sip their tea -- but the atmosphere stayed charged, the feelings it provoked didn't go away, they intensified.

"Have you much more to do?" Judy asked.

Ross had remained silent but had read the situation and understood.

"Nothing we wouldn't be able to catch up with -- before this afternoon."

He stared into the eyes of the slightly trembling housewife who held her teacup high to partly cover the anxiety on her face.

"Plenty of spare time then?" she observed with a voice that was shaky. 

"Unless someone does arrive unexpectedly," Ross said with a smile that let Judy know that he knew what was going on her head, what thoughts were whirling around.

The tenseness almost cut through the air like a bolt of lightening. Judy's hands shook visibly and her cheeks flushed. The words came out without the usual control of her conscious rational mind, instead, with a wickedly crafty logic that sprung from a darker part of her subconscious that craved forbidden sexual pleasures.

"You could always go and lock the door -- make them phone to say they are here. But it seems if it will be after lunch when they come -- there is lots of time."

No one needed to ask the question -- time for what?

Chip and Ross silently started to take off their work-clothes while Sparks calmly went off to lock the doors. Judy shook even more as she placed down her cup and like the good housewife she was, gathered up the crockery in the sink, tidying up the kitchen. She only stopped when Ross placed his arms around her and gripped her breasts from behind. Leaning her head back she allowed him to nuzzle her earlobe before noticing that Chip was removing his trousers; the sight triggered off a powerful surge of sexual arousal. This is what she wanted -- she would deny it no longer.

As Sparks walked back into the room he was just in time to see Ross undo Judy's skirt and let it fall to the floor, she swayed gently looking down at her white panties visible under the dark nylon of her pantyhose, her white shirt hanging loose. As she looked up sparks saw her smile wickedly toward him.

"I would have worn stockings if I'd known you three were going to be here," she purred with her familiar coy girlish giggle.

Still, it pleased the men to fondle her thighs and backside over the smooth nylon of her pantyhose and tickle her between her legs, pulling her down onto their knees, taking turns to grope her unfastening her shirt, each one having time to strip off and display to her the magnificence of their stiff cocks. Judy handled each one eagerly feeling the hotness and hardness, kissing whichever man had her on his knee. She occasionally threw her head back so she could watch and encourage whoever sucked and licked her now bared nipples asking them in a whisper to bite too. There would be a hand down the waistband of her pantyhose making her cunt wet and ready -- Judy grinned softly conveying her feelings of pleasure enjoyed by the probing fingers. Poised on the end of someone's knee having her cunt felt and tits mauled she opened her mouth to accept the first hard cock between her lips. When they finally stood her up Judy knew it was time to take off her knickers.

Obligingly, while three stiff swollen cocks swung around her she bent and wriggled out of her hosiery and underwear. Naked save for her open shirt she placed her hands on her inner thighs and backed her bottom up against the kitchen table, spreading her legs, licking her lips as she gazed hungrily at the men.

The sheer force of the first cock as it entered her body sent her reeling backward over the table but before a sound could come out of her open mouth it was filled by another male organ that pumped in and out of her facial orifice just as hard as the one in her cunt. One of her hands was guided to the side and her fingers closed around the third shaft.

"Come on girl -- wank me!"

It was Ross -- again, he appeared to gain more of a turn on from watching and wanking -- that seemed to be his fetish. Judy was happy to oblige.

Copious amounts of sperm eventually filled her cunt and mouth and though the libido of the men inevitably ebbed away Judy remained laid on the table daring to let her fingers touch her swollen vulva -- she really needed more.

"We'd better get the work done!" uttered a suddenly conscientious Chip.

They left a smiling Judy in the kitchen, to regain her composure and clean up. 

It was shortly passed noon when the men, for the very last time gathered up their tools. Judy stood nearby just observing. Ross came by her side and motioned her to follow him into the kitchen.

"Look, here's my number," he said pushing a piece of paper into her hand, "Call me sometime -- we'll get together -- for just a drink if that's what you want. It's been great being with you."

Judy accepted his number and smiled, glad things remained casual and nothing was getting pushy or heavy.

"It's been great for me too," she admitted, her coyness returning. 

They kissed passionately.

"I've been a very naughty girl, letting you do all that to me!"

Ross laughed softly, "Yeah, you deserve a good spanking!" he joked, "Naughty girls should be spanked."

Judy's face changed and he looked perplexed.

She hid her face in his chest before she spoke, not wanting him to see her reddening cheeks

"Pity you haven't more time -- then you could give me what I deserve."

Ross was taken aback, "Give you a spanking?"

He saw Judy's head nod, but she didn't want to look him in the eye.

"Yeah -- like you all did the first time -- when I was bent over the counter."

"You liked that?"

Judy was genuinely embarrassed to admit it.

"Yeah."

Ross felt his cock rise and Judy felt it press into her tummy. She felt her skirt being slowly pulled up.

He whispered in her ear, "Well, I suppose I could find time to show you what happens to naughty girls."

Judy squealed with anticipated excitement when Ross turned her round and bent her over the counter. He slapped her arse twice making her squirm and moan. It suddenly became evident to Ross that Judy expected more than a few light slaps on her rump; he was astonished

"Would you like it harder?" he asked, now greatly aroused.

Judy, already very excited and turned on quietly said yes, then added, "Pull my knickers down!"

Ross continually brought his hand down on her bottom whacking her on alternate cheeks. Judy didn't know why she liked it so much but she did. At first it hurt, it stung, it made her wince, but gradually that developed into a burning sensation, then she felt a real powerful but odd sexual pleasure as her arse became glowing and warm. Like the effects of a drug she got used to the dose and wanted more, in this case, the sharper the whack, the more intensely exquisite the afterglow.

"Please!" begged Judy breathlessly; "Ask the others to come in -- please -- fuck me while you spank me -- like you did the first time!"

The other two men had heard the request; they were already stood in the room.

Astounded and surprised by Judy's seemingly out of-character behaviour Chip and Sparks could only look on in disbelief -- until the sight of the housewife's anus, opening and closing as her bottom reacted and recoiled to the smacking, made their lust rise. Chip was the first to lunge forward and ram his cock deep into Judy's gaping vagina, thrusting his hips for all he was worth while smartly whacking her wobbling buttocks when Ross stood back.

The fact became clear to all that the once shy retiring housewife had discovered she had a sexual fetish, perhaps two; she liked to be spanked, and liked to be submissive. Ross cottoned on quickly and knew she had a third fetish -- she liked multiple sex-partners - Judy enjoyed being gang-banged.

At one point a cock was in her cunt and the hands of two different men slapped her arse and thighs hard while her nipples were given some very rough treatment, a cry of pain was followed by a moan of depraved pleasure. When all three men ejaculated and their cocks could do no more they continued to spank her, fingers invading her holes. Judy cried out particularly loudly when a finger met her recoiling arse and pushed up into her anus as her brown hole opened -- the cry of shocking surprise as the finger entered her arse was followed by a long moan that ended in a drawn out 'Oh yeahhhhhhhh!' uttered in a very dirty and perverted tone.

The episode ended when the overexcited and inexperienced young housewife lost control of her bladder and simply froze remaining bent over the counter in a wide legged stance her naked red and tender arse pushed back while she pissed on the floor between her legs, wetting her discarded underwear. Judy was very aware that the three men were stood silently staring.

In the aftermath Judy felt astonished by her actions and ashamed, though the men had been considerate enough to leave her be and disappear out of the room before she had straightened up. When she came back from the ladies room she found the mess had been cleaned up and a note left on the table informed her that the guys had gone for some lunch: there was a postscript that read; 'Thanks -- it was great. Hope we meet up again, don't lose my number, Ross.'

Judy placed her wet tights and knickers in a plastic bag and went off home. Someone else would have to play janitor that afternoon.

At home that evening Judy examined her burning arse cheeks through the mirror. It may have been just her imagination but she thought she caught a glimpse of Ben passing the bedroom door as she held her skirt high looking over her shoulder. When she later walked into the kitchen however it was not her imagination that the dirty laundry basket had been disturbed and the articles were in a different order -- her wet underwear, that she had hidden were now lying on the top. She shivered with fear knowing that Ben not only may have seen her sore red backside but also had discovered and examined her piss-soiled garments.

He came to her that evening as she prepared for bed. Without saying a word he forced her to lean over the chair and fucked her from behind. He asked no questions or made any comment. Ben had never before carried out such an act. Judy was left confused, her head reeling, and full of uncertainties.



The Power of Lust Ch. 03



For the tenth time Judy patiently explained to her husband Ben why she no longer wished to visit the Community Centre; emphasising her feeling of annoyance at how the committee continually took advantage of her goodwill, taking her for granted.

"Don't you miss seeing your new friends?" Ben asked, "Don't you miss the fun?"

Judy knew he was fishing; she had grown used to Ben's sly ways. He was so distant and self-centred that any pretence of a show of concern for her immediately sent out the signal that he wished to know some piece of information to enable him to monitor her day-to-day activities.

"Which friends?" she asked, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean fun?"

She suspected that Ben must have been suspicious when he found her soiled underwear, but he had made no attempt to confront her, nor had he made any accusations.

"Oh, I thought you might be missing those guys who joked and flirted with you -- it brightened up your day didn't it?"

"I told you, they finished the work a while ago. I don't see them now."

Ben's face was bent forward toward the table but his eyes looked at her from under their lids.

"Well that's the sort of fun I imagined you might be missing," he stated. He let the silence persist for two long minutes before adding, "Maybe you need some new friends."

"I have Helen as a friend now," Judy reminded her husband, referring to the woman who had recently moved into the avenue.

Ben cleared his throat, "I meant friends similar to the ones you enjoyed spending time with at the centre; ones who, shall we say, put a sparkle in your eye."

There was something very sinister about his tone.

Judy laughed facetiously, "Oh, so I should go out and find a replacement bunch of males to keep me company during the day?"

Judy didn't like these games, these battles of wits. For a long time now the couple had been distant with Ben becoming more and more uncaring and withdrawn. He seemed unemotional and self-possessed, and when sex happened it was brief and unsatisfying. That is, until this last couple of weeks -- since that extraordinary day when Judy had succumbed to lust, almost begged the three workmen to gang-bang her and submitted her posterior up for a spanking. She had never been sure how much her husband suspected her of being unfaithful -- though she had freely admitted to him that she and the guys flirted with each other. She wondered if he was biding his time; waiting for her to trip up, incriminate her self.

Oddly, since the evening when Ben had almost certainly seen her examining her red and sore posterior he had demanded sex more frequently than ever before; demanding, in this case meaning he just took it whenever he wanted it. There was no foreplay -- unless, the occasional string of weird questions counted as such. Twice she had almost forced his hand by giving long answers, lots of detail -- only to have him silence her, bizarrely insisting that she should restrict her answer, stating that if he wished her to elaborate -- then he would instruct her accordingly. It truly was a strange way to behave.

In fact, Judy had her strategy planned out. If asked, she would confess to kissing one of the workmen, explaining and admitting that as they groped she had leaned against a radiator in the Community Centre kitchen, her bottom therefore became red and burnt. Ben would be shocked and most definitely angry, demanding to know the full story -- so she would intentionally add to his wrath, after a suitable period of 'denial-time' had elapsed -- by admitting she kissed more than one workman, and yes, she did allow them to fondle her breasts. Hearing of her appalling behaviour and her reluctance to confess the truth Ben would assume he had heard the full story; Judy would be spared the ordeal of fending off attempts to break her down and tell of dirty sex, gang-banging and spanking sessions. The thought did come to mind that Ben might not actually display any anger at all -- that, like with some husbands, the whole story may induce feelings of sexual arousal; Ben might be turned on by thoughts of his wife with other men.

It transpired that one evening a couple of days later that this theory was given credence. Judy had asked Ben if he minded her going out for a drink with her friend Helen. While he showed little interest at first, nodding his head in approval, his mood seemed to change. As Judy was getting ready Ben came into the bedroom and for a few minutes stood watching her.

"Did you want me for something?" she asked. "Would you prefer that I didn't go out?"

Ben assured her it was fine by him: but then he came over to her as she was stepping into her skirt taking hold of her from behind, stroking the nylon of her pantyhose, along her thighs.

"I expect you'll attract the eye of many a man tonight," he stated, in a slow thoughtful voice.

Judy felt caution was called for.

"Perhaps a smile or two or a stare maybe," she agreed, "Most men do that more out of habit than anything else."

"Nevertheless," Ben said quietly, continuing to stroke her thighs, "I imagine it would have an effect on you -- I remember how much more cheerful you were, vibrant even, when you enjoyed having those workmen flirt with you. If that should happen tonight, while you're having a drink -- and it feels a little exciting, causing you come home in a very happy mood -- well -- it can only be a good thing. I can see that you don't intend to attract attention intentionally otherwise you'd be dressing quite differently, probable wearing a skirt much shorter than the one you have here, one with a cheeky slit, showing the odd glimpse of stocking top perhaps."

"Are you actually telling me that I should wear stockings and a short skirt?" she asked challenging him.

"Just saying what some women would wear if they wanted to attract the attention of men," Ben answered.

"Are you saying that you want me to attract men -- and flirt with them?"

"Just saying that -- if you find it fun -- and it gives you a bit of excitement and enjoyment -- then I don't see any harm. For a while, when the builders flirted with you, it did change you a little, for the better, you seemed to take on a more interesting air, a sparkle. Now I'm merely saying that if tonight you come home giving off a similar vibe -- there'll be no need to worry, no need to try and hide the fact you've had some fun and attention from men -- and excitement."

"I'm sorry," Judy said, "But I wouldn't feel comfortable going out dressed like a streetwalker -- and anyway, this is my first time out with Helen, I can't imagine what she'd think of me! You know I'm nowhere near capable of being overly extrovert." 

She really wanted to insist that he tell her what his true motives were. It became evident to her that if she wanted him to open up she would have to play his game.

"Maybe this outfit is a little dull," she said, "I have a shorter skirt that's probably more fashionable -- though too short to wear with stockings -- at least for me!"

Right away she noticed her husband draw a deep breath and his eyes light up.

"I bought a new top a while ago but decided it was a bit too daring for me, quite low-cut. I suppose I could see how it looks."

When Judy paraded in front of Ben just before going out she saw he approved; she saw lust in his eyes.

The evening with Helen was pleasant; they joked and gossiped, daring to sample a few new cocktails. What they did not do was attract the attention of men nor did they flirt in any way. As they made their way home Judy realised she would have to exaggerate, lie a little, if she wanted to prevent Ben from retiring back into his self-absorbed shell: he would expect a little story. In fact Judy looked forward hopefully to having good sex and she even wondered if the time was right to try again, this time successfully, to make a few suggestions that might improve their love life -- and marriage. That was not to be.

As soon as Judy walked through the door she knew all was not well. Ben looked at his watch.

"You're home very early," he said, "Not even turned eleven yet."

She sensed the disappointment in his tone. Suddenly Judy didn't feel any attempt to fool him would be wise.

"We've had a nice time," she started, but before she could elaborate Ben sprang up from his chair.

"Off to bed," he said without casting a glance her way. "Sounds like you've had a very uneventful night."

Judy had expected so much; despondently she sank into the chair and wept. There would be no joy or good sex tonight; no sharing or caring with her emotionally distant and selfish husband Ben. What on earth did he want from her? She resolved to find out -- there would be no more of this.

Two facts governed what was happen next. One was Judy's intention to follow what she imagined was her husband's wish, being as extreme as she dared; second was her wish to surrender to the growing desire to once again experience the sexual gratification and satisfaction she had enjoyed from surrendering herself to the workmen. It had been almost a month since the night out with Helen.

"I'll be going out tonight," she told Ben at the breakfast table.

Annoyingly he never even asked if she intended going out with Helen. She had hoped her failure to say might at least make him curious enough to ask. In the afternoon Judy dug out a crumpled piece of paper that contained a phone number. She sent a text 'If you are out in town tonight look out for me.' A few minutes later she received a reply naming a time and a place; she was going to meet Ross.

That evening after she had showered she heard Ben's footsteps as she picked out her clothes. Ignoring his presence she slid black stockings up the smooth skin of her legs. His breathing was heard to sound laboured as she slipped on red silky panties and a matching bra whose cups hardly covered her nipples. As she wriggled into a tight skirt she turned to face him. Now was the time to shoot him down in flames.

"I won't be late," she told him, "I'll probably be back home just after ten."

Whatever fantasies were building up in Ben's head were no more -- they had been destroyed. She faced him while she fastened the buttons of her delicate sheer blouse -- it really needed another button fastening but Judy neglected to do it up. Always the stubborn and distant one Ben failed to question her or comment. Then she was gone from the house.

On her journey Judy wondered what might be going through Ben's mind. Potentially she could be trying to fool him -- such a sexy outfit -- why wear sexy clothes and underwear just to sit in a neighbours house and gossip? Maybe he was worrying if she was secretly going off to meet a lover? Did she want to be caught out? Would that finally make the man bloody well react the way normal men do? Normal? Why does he not ask the normal questions, demand answers? If he thinks my outfits make me look sexy -- turn him on -- then why the hell doesn't he want to do the normal thing -- fuck me!

Glad that she didn't have to enter a bar on her own Judy waited in a discreet place until she caught sight of Ross.

"I never expected you to call," he told her, clearly glad to see her. His eyes wandered over her body admiring her outfit.

Judy caught his gaze as it rose above her breasts, already her tummy was tingling and her heart beat a little faster.

"I'm not sure I ought to have done," she admitted, "But I have -- haven't I!"

They found a table and made casual conversation. Without embarrassing her Ross asked her about the state of her marriage.

"I take it things haven't improved?" he said.

Judy shook her head. Nothing else needed to be explained.

They stayed in the same bar, talking, drinking, and gazing at each other like they expected something to happen. Judy noticed the clock said it was almost nine forty-five; Ben would expect her home shortly. Loud voices captured her attention making Ross turn his head to see three men descend on their table. Joking but showing signs of dismay he introduced the men as friends and sat patiently but bemused while they fussed over his female companion -- checking out her exposed cleavage. All got along fine and the next time Judy looked at the clock it was ten thirty; now it seemed there would be no chance that the wicked thought that lingered in the back of her mind would be realised -- not tonight anyway. Maybe they could have snatched a few minutes in a dark place -- maybe... just... maybe... well it wasn't going to happen now his friends were here.

While the guys were either at the bar getting more drinks and visiting the men's room Ross whispered to Judy.

"It's a good thing I'm not your jealous boyfriend!"

"What do you mean?" she asked smiling.

"I've noticed the way you've been looking at my pals -- could almost read your thoughts!"

"Don't be silly!" she said laughing.

Judy felt uneasy at the thought she must seem quite transparent and obvious.

"So when are you going to show us around your new apartment Ross?" asked his friend Ken when the men returned.

"You never mentioned that?" Judy said, "That you have a new place."

The conversation centred around Ross's new acquisition though one man, named Bill, constantly teased Judy, becoming fruity by giving her little squeezes and nibbling her ear. No one took any notice but Judy looked to see if Ross was annoyed -- the expression he wore made her recall his voyeuristic tendency. She felt a thrill when images from the past came to mind. If only it was this easy with Ben, she thought. Knowing it would interest Ross she gave him a faint knowing smile, before putting her lips in line with Bill's letting him kiss her. Now the others noticed too.

"Well I suppose I'd better get you a cab before I take this motley crew back to see my apartment," Ross said to Judy.

The woman nodded; Ross studied her reaction. As they walked to the door Ross offered her a choice; he knew where her interests lay too.

"My new place is just a short walk away -- I had hoped to take you there -- just the two of us." Ross took a deep breath for dramatic effect before he added, "You can come back with us if you like; that is, if it's not too late? Maybe you'd better phone your husband and tell him you're going back to a friend's house?"

Judy thought hard, but not for long.

"I told him I'd be home for ten -- but he hasn't bothered calling me to see why I'm late has he?"

"It's up to you Judy," said Ross, "Looking around my place will take a few minutes. You may -- or may not - finish up wanting to stay a lot longer than that."

Judy struggled to find the right words. "Are your pals the sort of guys who would want me to stay awhile?"

"I can guarantee that you all share a mutual interest. But don't let it be spoilt by getting into trouble with your husband." 

Judy walked into the foyer and called home.

"I'm just leaving a club -- I'm going back to a friends place."

Ben spoke with an unusual amount of emotion in his voice. "I called Helen -- she's been home all evening."

"I'm surprised you managed to find the time to worry -- or even feel the need to. But Ben, I never said I was going out with Helen -- and you never bothered asking. Don't wait up."

Judy walked back to Ross, "I've phoned Ben," she said, "I don't need to be in any hurry to go home."

As the party made their way through the town, turning off the main thoroughfare it became clear to Judy that there had been a change in atmosphere. The men seemed quiet, as though anxious, expectant, like something dramatic was about to happen. Surmising that Ross might have already told them all about her, Judy's sense of excitement became tinged with a hint of fear and apprehension: she didn't really know Ross, let alone any of his three friends.

"I don't think this is such a good idea," Judy told Ross out of earshot of the others.

Ross kept on walking, taking her arm, "You will come to no harm. Let's say, my friends and I have held interesting parties several times -- where the only other guest has been a single girl or woman. Don't worry Judy -- you decide when it's time to call a halt -- then I'll get you a cab home."

The housewife could not believe what she had gotten herself into -- or what she was about to do. She was in the company of a group of prolific serial 'gang-bangers': now she understood how Ross had been able to behave so overtly sexually direct that first time in the Centre's kitchen.

Inside the front door of Ross's new apartment Judy tried to back out.

"I don't think I'm cut out for this," she whimpered.

A hand had already slipped down inside her top as soon as her coat had been pulled from her shoulders. The cold fingers touching her nipple caused her to exhale noisily: she was conscious of all the pairs of eyes gazing hungrily at her body. Before she knew it her blouse had been undone and her right hand gently guided to touch the outline of an erect penis over someone's trousers -- to whom it belonged she wasn't sure.

"Nice tits!" a voice said.

Bill, always the impatient one, pushed her gently against the wall and standing in front of her lifted her skirt. Exposed and vulnerable now, Judy saw the dirty grins and lustful smirks on the faces of the men as they ogled the soft silky underwear that hardly hid her womanly attributes.

"Sexy!" cried Ken.

Ross grinned, "Very sexy for you Judy -- you came out dressed for action -- you dreamed that something like this would happen. You've been hoping for some cock haven't you?"

Bill's stiff dick was working its way inside the gusset of her panties that had been pulled to one side.

"Please! I shouldn't have let you expect too much... it's one thing having a kiss and cuddle and letting you touch me a little bit... I only intended to have a bit of fun -- be naughty, that's all." 

Judy hoped the men would see reason; she genuinely felt shocked at how she had been behaving -- it was so out of character.

"Answer me Judy," insisted Ross in a quiet yet menacing voice, "Is this the way your husband sends you out? It seems out of character for the shy young housewife that you are: do you do it for his sake -- is this how he gets his turn on?"

Bill was now ramming into her so hard and fast he was forcing her to pant for breath. Unable to avoid the gaze of the bunch of men she felt weak and helpless, shamed of how they stood smirking watching how she was being fucked -- watching her tits bounce up and down -- looking her in the eye, seeing the desperation on her face.

"Answer me Judy!" came the order again, "Does he send you out to pick up men?"

"No!" she cried, barely audibly.

"So you do this because you like other men's cocks -- because you enjoy being fucked -- being unfaithful?"

"Please, don't!" she begged breathlessly.

"Well, if your husband doesn't know about this, then you must do it because you like it -- you like cock! Isn't that right? Which is it?"

Judy sobbed, knowing Ross wasn't going to let this go until she answered.

"For me!" she cried, "I do it for me!"

"You are a shy but naughty housewife who likes fucking with other men -- you like cock?"

"For God's sake!" she screamed, "Yes!"

"Come on girl!" hissed Ross, "There's a stiff cock either side of you too; two dicks to play with while Bill fucks that juicy cunt of yours. Hold them!"

Still sobbing, from consciousness of her shame rather than fear or upset, Judy felt her arms begin to lower, her hands submissively reaching out until her fingers closed around a hard shaft; she felt the hotness, the hardness of them, knowing that each would eventually take it's turn to penetrate her hole, to shag her roughly and with lust. That's when it hit her; a depraved and powerful sexual pleasure seeped through every fibre of her body accompanied by a compelling urge, a desire to totally submit to anything the men might entice or order her to do -- any act they would take pleasure from forcing her to perform, no matter how dirty that might be.




The Power of Lust Ch. 03



Now her sobbing turned into a moan that signalled her change of mood. The men looked steadily at her, knowing she was now their sex-toy, smiling lewdly as she sensuously bit her lower lip before running her tongue around the outside of her mouth, pulling hard on the erect dicks like she was trying to pull them against her body. She stared back then laughed softly but wickedly when Bill finally shot his load into her belly.

"You're a very bad girl aren't you," said the sinister Ross, "And bad girls have to be punished! Isn't that right Judy?"

It was incredible how the phrase, 'bad girls have to be punished' sent an extra exquisite surge of sexual excitement pulsing through her body making her almost seem delirious as she grinned manically nodding her head.

"Yeah!" she agreed eagerly.

"Tell the guys how you think you ought to be punished."

"I'm very bad, " she hissed.

"And you're behaviour is about to get worse; because now you want Ken and Steve to take turns with you. You are a sex-mad dirty little slut aren't you Judy?"

"Yeah!" she hissed.

"What do you deserve Judy?"

"Oh my goodness!" she moaned, "I need to have my bottom spanked!"

"Well, it's getting late isn't it -- you ought to be going home - we don't want to worry your husband do we? If you want more cock I think we'll have to do the two things at once -- fuck you and spank you at the same time. Take your knickers off Judy -- bend over the chair and open your legs!"

The men had gang-banged many other loose women, but none so obedient and submissive as this young wife. Judy struggled out of her panties and lifted her skirt high above her waist, bending over the furniture to offer her naked posterior, surrendering it up for a good spanking and her cunt for a hard fucking. All the men looked on with amazement.

Steve was the first to make her arse sting by bringing his arm smartly across her left buttock then immediately back across her right. Judy's posterior tightened and relaxed opening up her brown hole. Steve tried to push his cock in her anus as her arse recoiled but she screamed making him think twice. 

Curiously she mumbled, "No! I've never done that before, not yet."

She sounded content when a cock slid in her wet hole until her arse felt the slaps of hands whizzing through the air. Disappointingly Steve had become too aroused ejaculating after a few minutes, drawing away but as Judy thrust her pelvis back expecting a replacement penis to enter her twat instead she felt the hot searing pain from a leather strap as it struck across both buttock cheeks. She cried out as more thwacks followed, almost raising her up from her bending position.

The familiar sensation of numbness dulled the searing pain, which was now turning into a fierce burning but she knew that soon she would feel almost nothing except for the warm glow. Pain was now turning to pleasure and each sting heightened her sexual longings.

"Please," she murmured, "Fuck me!"

Suddenly, down the slit of her arse, which was the least numb part of her throbbing orbs she felt a trickle of thick liquid. Thinking it must be sperm she grudgingly let her arse sink downward but it instantly shot up when the belt hit her cheeks especially viciously. As her anus opened up, in that split second when a tense whipped arse relaxes an oily covered cock drilled its way passed her sphincter -- Judy gasped when she realised she was now being arse-fucked.

Her cries of protest of the pain and discomfort were met with fierce slaps then the screams that followed stifled when Ross came to her front and forced his dick into her mouth. Judy gave up the fight and her body relaxed in defeat. Strangely, it now began to feel good.

As each man took multiple turns with her, cocks that had been in her anus or cunt ultimately slid inside her mouth; not caring, or oblivious to where they had been minutes before she eagerly sucked on any male organ in reach.

In the taxi home Judy was partially regaining her senses as they pulled up outside her house. She was painfully aware of the time and the fact she had done a very bad job of tiding herself up and disguising or removing evidence of her shocking behaviour. Ben was not fast asleep in his bed, as she had dearly hoped, for as she crept into the lounge his glaring eyes met hers. It seemed futile to attempt to make excuses -- this had to be the beginning of the end of their marriage. If he does not react now or show some sign of emotion, she thought, then he must either simply be devoid of feeling or not care anything at all about her, or maybe he had kept his sexual preference secret throughout their marriage -- he must be gay.

"Where have you been?" he asked in a sombre voice.

Judy stood like a rabbit caught in headlights, incapable and lacking a sense of self-preservation or ability to defend her-self.

"I went back to someone's apartment," she answered, giving her husband a vacant look.

Ben walked around her taking in the state of her appearance, and then she felt his breath on her neck.

"For drinks?"

"Yes -- and to see the new apartment."

"Of the person you have spent the evening with?"

"Yes."

"Your blouse isn't fastened properly."

"I'm sorry," she said, moving her fingers to the buttons.

"Pointless doing that now," snapped Ben, making the stunned wife immediately drop her arms to her side. "You look a mess."

Judy nodded in agreement.

"So this person was a man? One you already know or one you picked up in a bar."

"I don't pick up men in bars," she said.

"You led me to believe you were going out with Helen -- instead you went on a date with another man."

"It wasn't meant to be a date -- I'm not having an affair."

Still she stood staring zombie-like across the room, "I agreed to go for a drink with a man I know -- because you don't talk to me or take me out -- we don't communicate -- you never show any warmth, emotion, not even the slightest interest in anything to do with our home or our marriage. I cook and clean like a servant, and sex... is almost non-existent."

Ben's hand touched her backside over her skirt, causing her to tense up.

"Your skirt seems to be very creased up."

Judy did not answer. 

Ben raised her hemline and inch or two and she heard him take a deep breath.

"Your stockings have holes in them."

He pulled her sideways so he could perch on the arm of a chair, running his hands over her legs, examining the ladders and holes in her stockings. Judy didn't look down but felt his hot breath against her leg: now she was frightened knowing he could not fail to smell the telltale odours of sex. 

"I'm guessing you have continued to see those builders," Ben stated calmly though accusingly. 

Knowing it would be an easy task for him to learn of their identity Judy denied his accusation -- but in her haste she panicked and said the wrong thing.

"No! This has nothing to do with the workmen from the Centre -- they are different men altogether!"

She felt Ben tighten up, his movements stopped.

"They? Men? Plural?"

Judy went sick in the stomach knowing she had incriminated herself. She waited for the brown stuff to hit the fan, trembling with fear. Her husband was in the process of slowly lifting her skirt, right up, over her panties; he exhaled noisily as one hand left the hem of the garment and stroked her tender welt covered buttocks.

"I can explain, " she stuttered, "It was the drink..."

"Shut up!" Ben shouted.

His hand continued to stroke her arse. It felt weird -- weird in that he had not exploded. Surely he could see the telltale signs. A finger slipped inside the leg of her panties, feeling her wet cunt; Judy knew her husband would also feel the soaking gusset -- and he'd know from the smell that it was male sperm, almost fresh. Judy uttered a meaningless sound, about to break down and cry.

"Quiet" Ben whispered, without any trace of anger. 

He kissed her thigh. Holding up her skirt he gently tugged down her panties, indicating that he wanted her to step out of them. Quite unbelievably, Ben performed an amazing action: Judy glanced down to see her husband pick up her soiled panties -- and hold them to his face! Had she not have already known even she would have been able to distinguish what had caused the wetness -- even she from her standing position could detect the odour of sperm that had mingled with vaginal sex juices. Ben kissed her thigh again -- then licked her slit.

Turning her forty-five degrees to face the couch he ordered her to bend forward: she gave a start and sobbed expecting this signalled the beginning of her deserved punishment; instead she felt his tongue licking all along the line in the crack of her backside to her wet well-fucked cunt. With dread she realised her anal opening was still dilated, and the act of bending forward had squeezed out a small amount of residual semen that was now dribbling down toward her vaginal opening. Ben's lips kissed her arse-hole, and licked up the dribbling blob; his tongue followed on, pushing into her wrinkled brown orifice and entered her back passage.

Noticing movements of short jerks, the incredulous and confused housewife knew her strange husband was masturbating while he performed his unexpected perverted deeds. With astonishment she realised her husband had become sexually aroused from learning she had indulged in the most depraved dirty acts whilst fornicating with a group of men. Ben was sucking her cunt now and would taste the jism men had deposited inside the tubes of his adulterous wife. 

He suddenly ceased and spun her around, staring at her, letting his eyes roam over every inch of her body, pulling on his foreskin, lost in his own thoughts like he wanted to see his wife as the men had seen her.

"Stay!" he commanded, "Unfasten your blouse."

She dared not disobey, watching how his eyes now moved from her holed stockings up passed her wet swollen labia, and on to her breasts.

"Stay!" he again ordered -- and removed his trousers and underwear.

Holding her head he forced her over his stiff cock and fucked her face. This, she figured, was how he was imagining the men had treated her. Pulling her up to her feet he spun her around and slapped her backside hard, stopping occasionally to run his fingers over the red streaks: Judy thought she heard him mumble the word 'whip'. Turning to face him he stared hard into her eyes for a very long time, his face wearing a manic expression, then pushing against the wall he roughly forced her legs apart and rammed his cock inside her cunt pummelling her with enough power to break the plaster off the walls.

Judy opened her mouth and tried to speak.

"No!" shouted Ben, "Quiet!"

She knew now that he did not want detail -- at least not for now -- he didn't want anything to destroy the images in his head, his fantasy of how she may have behaved; even now he was going to remain distant and selfishly isolated. As his climax approached Ben gripped both sore buttocks and dug his fingers into her welts causing her to scream out; as sperm gushed from his piss-hole he drew her away from the wall and spanked her arse hard

A few evenings later Judy came home from an evening out and undressed for a shower. As she came from the bathroom she saw Ben examining her discarded underwear; he looked disappointed. Judy had only been round to visit Helen, doing no more than gossip and have a glass of wine. Without saying a word Ben pushed her over the bed, touching and examining the red tracks across her buttocks, his finger probed her anus then her vagina. Laying her on the bed he knelt down and licked her cunt. Judy became very aroused, wriggling her hips, holding his head in place. For the first time in their marriage she reached orgasm whilst having sex with her husband.



The Power of Lust Ch. 04



Writhing and wriggling on her bed Judy slipped her hand inside her panties, working her fingers against her clit. Her skirt was bunched up over her hips and the slight incline of her head allowed her to see herself through the large bedroom mirror. Though sex, and communication, with her husband Ben had marginally improved he remained distant and self-absorbed. However, there was something else that troubled the young housewife. Her recent experience, indulging in acts of extreme sex with groups of men had left her with a strong desire to want to explore other delights.

Ben, she had learnt, appeared to harbour a secret fetish; he became aroused from knowing she had been with other men. Incredibly, and bizarrely, he didn't seem to want to be told too much detail, instead preferring to take pleasure from his own mental images, picturing the events of her adultery in the way that he knew would arouse him. At least that's how it seemed to Judy. Ben had never become angry, in fact the only negative sign Judy detected was his apparent disappointment when he had examined her underwear when she returned from an evening out -- disappointment that there were no telltale stains that his wife had indulged in a repeat performance.

Sometimes Ben laid out clothing on the bed, often when she went for a shower or late in the evening, indicating that he wanted her to dress in the chosen outfit. He would not talk about it and was quick to stifle any attempt by Judy to get him to open up. Sometimes he would make her stand in front of him, then slowly lift her skirt uncovering her stocking tops, or he would make her lean over the bed or a chair, like he wanted to see her as the men had done. Often he would unfasten his fly and simply ask her to undo her blouse; Judy would know he really wanted her to rearrange her clothing, to also bunch up her skirt, show him how she looked to the men -- she would lift her tits from her bra cups before giving her husband a look that said she had been very naughty, and she now felt guilty. This made Ben moan and groan under his breath, his wrist would move faster, pulling hard on his cock; it was almost a game where Judy's voluntary demonstration of how she appeared with the men worked better than words, giving Ben a tremendously powerful sexual thrill.

Other times she would wait until his arousal built up making his impatience unbearable, forcing him to direct her, though his words were few, his orders brief.

"Skirt!" he would mumble.

She would stand, slide her hemline up to her waist, showing her husband that to begin with, this was what she did with the men; more graphically she would then go and stand against the wall, spreading her legs wide. 'Blouse' would make her undo her buttons, lift her tits free, then use hands to play with her nipples.

One night, when she stood against the wall, legs spread and tits dangling, she revealed a shocking piece of information that almost made her husband loose control and ejaculate -- she stretched both arms out to her side at waist height and curled her fingers, gently jerking both wrists to and fro, simulating how she simultaneously masturbated two men; then she moved her hips back and forth indicating that, at the very same time she was being fucked by another man.

On hearing the word 'Panties' she would pull apart her gusset then turn her arse toward him bending forward indicating how she was taken from behind. Sometimes she would hitch up her skirt and thrust her hand down the waistband of her panties.

Judy always tried to make sure Ben's sperm wasn't wasted, by picking her moment to sink to her knees, finishing him off in her mouth. When he did fuck her she tried hard to gaud him into communicating with her by taunting him, slapping her own arse then bending over invitingly to be fucked doggy fashion; she would whisper, 'Most of them did it this way!' When he faced her, say, screwing up against the wall, she would remind him, "Four of them -- there were four men." 

Always, by next morning, he was back to being unemotional and surly. That, she considered, was a grave mistake, because had he opened up their marriage could have taken the right course; now by his neglect he had given her time to stew, and dwell on the thoughts and desires that lay deep in the darker dirty recesses of her mind -- Judy needed to be used and abused -- and she wanted cock.

In her everyday world Judy remained the quiet spoken shy nervy housewife who would giggle when speaking; which is what she did when, one afternoon a man approached her. She had been sipping tea in a café while out shopping in the local mall. A man, sitting a few tables away caught her eye, mainly due to the fact that he kept staring at her, even smiling when she gave him a disapproving look. When the man stood up she initially felt relieved that he would be leaving -- then, to her shock and horror, Judy realised who he was -- she recognised the man as the voyeur who had been in the factory yard! To her further horror, the man didn't leave but instead came across and parked his body next to her, sitting at her table.

"Are you pretending you don't remember who I am -- where we last met?"

Judy was unsettled, "You must have me mistaken for someone else."

"Shall I remind you of what you were doing?"

Then came the nervous giggle, "No, please leave me alone."

"I've always hoped you'd come back to the factory yard again one day; you seemed to enjoy that little escapade."

"Don't be ridiculous," snapped Judy, unsure how to react and almost panicking, "What the hell do you do down there -- spend your life waiting for someone to spy on? Pervert!"

The man sniggered, looking her in the eye. Of course she had just admitted who she was.

"Yes I do spend lots of time down there -- it's my bloody factory -- I've bought the place and I've got a workshop down there. You were having sex in my yard, on my property so you were invading my privacy -- and as you chose to do that I reserve the right to come and watch!"

Judy felt very embarrassed.

"I'm very sorry," she said meekly.

The man looked intently at her, "You're different than I expected," he said looking thoughtful, though smiling.

"What do you mean," Judy asked, avoiding his gaze, giving way to her habitual adolescent sounding giggle.

"Let's say, you're less flighty."

He had been surprised to note that Judy was far from being the extrovert seductress, the coarse slutty type, perhaps loud-mouthed and whore-like. Instead, he saw that the woman before him was a shy quiet-spoken neatly dressed still-married housewife -- he had noticed the ring on her finger.

Avoiding direct questions in case he should scare or embarrass her he spoke softly hoping she'd warm to him. When he sensed she had begun to relax a little he decided to risk what he hoped would sound like a light-hearted comment.

"It's a shame your lover never brought you back to the yard!"

Judy hesitated before answering, "He wasn't a regular lover."

Now she felt this man, whom she had never spoken to before, knew her hidden, darkest secrets. He had been just a man, almost unreal, simply a man who voyeuristically watched her having sex in the front of a pick-up truck -- a man who had added to her pleasure by taking out his cock and masturbating in full view, turning her into a voyeur: he should have remained a memory, just an image in her mind -- but now they sat at the same table, discussing her extra-marital sexual adventure.

"Sorry, I wasn't prying. By the way, I know you're called Judy now -- I didn't tell you my name -- I'm Les."

Judy gave a nod and a half-smile -- she felt she needed to say more.

"It was just something that happened," she told her new friend, "I think I let myself be carried away with flattery and, well, it seemed exciting at the time. I don't lead a very eventful or interesting life; my husband you see, doesn't let me work, and we don't socialise together very much. You must think I'm a terrible woman."

"Not at all," reassured Les, "Something is missing in your life that you obviously enjoy - and you found a way to satisfy your yearning."

"You make my behaviour sound reasonable and rational!" Judy said, with her usual girlish nervous giggle.

"What gives your husband the right to deny you the pleasure you enjoy from sex?" Les asked, rhetorically. He smiled comfortingly, "And I know very well that you do enjoy sex -- you enjoy it very much."

Judy's cheeks glowed red making her look rapidly around the room as though she was scared others might overhear.

"I know you'd like more than just a brief Saturday night 'bonk' in the missionary position!"

"Please don't -- you're making me feel very embarrassed," giggled Judy, "What an outlandishly audacious man you are!"

"I'm right though -- yes?"

"Yes," Judy admitted instantly and honestly without thinking.

"And that's why you were in my factory yard," stated Les in a whisper whose tone seemed to convey the fact that he knew what made her tick. "You liked the thrill, the dirtiness of the workman's pick-up truck -- rough and ready, forbidden place, forbidden man -- all added to the excitement -- and knowing that another man was watching, masturbating -- was icing on the cake! That's what you like! Am I right Judy?"

For the final question the man softened his tone.

The housewife forced herself to lift her eyes and look directly at the man who could see inside her soul. She nodded her head. "I think I can sense something else, Judy, " he said maintaining a fixed stare.

She didn't ask what and instead tried to control her trembling hands; her stomach filled with butterflies.

"In fact I know for sure -- you'd like me to take you somewhere, to the factory: no questions asked, no explanations needed."

He watched how Judy quivered, licked her dry lips: she didn't reply -- but neither did she argue deny nor storm off.

"Come with me," the strange man ordered calmly, "Follow me."

He stood and walked to the counter paying the bill before leaving the café, the timid housewife walked just behind him, staying two paces to his rear as they made their way to the roof-top car-park, not wanting him to see the confused mixture of terror and excitement that contorted the expression on her face. Silently and obediently she slid into the front passenger seat, watching the world through the side window as the car made it's way out of the city centre toward the run-down industrial park and the semi-derelict factory.

"At the moment I rent half the premises," explained Les, as he unlocked the old wooden door, "I'm building up the business; hopefully I'll soon be able to make improvements and maybe take over the whole building."

Judy found her voice, momentarily forgetting what the true and intended reasons were for going there.

"What exactly do you do?"

"Specialised work in carpentry, joinery and metalwork -- most of the work I do is commissioned, either by individuals or organisations."

As they entered a large room containing many machines, lathes and benches Judy's nostrils caught the smells of recently cut timber, oils and the general odours of a workplace mingled with the musty dampness of a neglected old factory. Les briefly told her about ornate staircases, special cabinets restored wooden and metal antiques and refurbished obsolete machinery. He produced a bottle and two glasses from a drawer offering her a drink, explaining her only had vodka. Judy wouldn't normally drink at this time of day but she needed a drink badly at this time.

Sipping from the glass she followed him into a smaller redecorated room that contained a partitioned off office.

"It's warmer in here -- I've done this room up." he explained.

Judy was glad he hadn't immediately jumped on her though wondered if he was getting carried away talking about his business and how he wanted to develop it -- suddenly he reminded her of her egotistical husband.

In the middle of the room was a large wooden object. It seemed very old with intricate carvings around the edges and inlaid mosaic patterns.

"What is this?" asked Judy, only half interested now her excitement had ebbed and her nerves calmed.

"That contraption?" said Les, "It's belongs to a museum -- I have other pieces in the room over there -- I've been commissioned to restore and repair them -- make them operable again." "Operable?" asked Judy, "What does it do?"

Les put down his drink and moved a catch on the cabinet. It unexpectedly opened out and from the centre what appeared to be a drop down sort of table appeared.

"It's very unusual and very old," explained Les.

There was a clatter as two short chains attached to the side of the drop down section fell from their resting place.

"It's a device that was built for flogging people -- probably not for punishing villains as it's too ornate for that -- maybe it's intended purpose was for a type of chastisement that was quite different and personal."

Les lifted the chains to reveal each had a lockable metal ring at its end.

"The victim could either be shackled in a standing position, or laid horizontal and tethered if the bench was dropped"

Judy gave a short but noticeable startled gasp followed by a nervous giggle; Les looked at her intrigued and curious.

"I suppose it's reasonable to assume that the contraption stood in someone's home, probably an upstairs room out of sight of visitors," the man said with a glint in his eye, "Could have been used as a means of correcting the behaviour of an errant or misbehaving wife. If someone went to a great deal of trouble and expense to have the thing made then I wonder if pleasure was the intended use, not punishment; though for some people there is a very narrow dividing line between the two -- one merges into the other -- pain becomes pleasure."

Judy continually uttered short giggles, her hands visibly trembling, her body fidgeting. Les was beginning to understand why. He took the glass from her hand and began to pull off her short jacket; Judy didn't remark or resist but kept her eyes on the large wooden instrument of domestic torture. 

"Perhaps I'm right," whispered Les, "Maybe its use was for purposes of pleasure."

His fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her top, one by one, until he was able to slip his hand inside and down the cup of her bra, tweaking and rubbing her nipples.

"Unzip me," ordered Les in a harsh whisper, "Get my cock out!"

The submissive housewife obeyed without question merely letting her breath exhale in a soft moan. Automatically her hand gripped the stiff shaft, steadily jerking the loose covering of skin over the bulbous head. Les tugged her top from her skirt, allowing him to unclip her bra and free her tits before pulling up her skirt and thrusting his hand down the waistbands of her pantyhose and knickers to feel her cunt.

"You're very wet," he said, "You must be very aroused already. This is what you like isn't it? That guy I caught you with wasn't the only man you have let fuck you was he?"

"No," Judy answered.

"Does this machine interest you Judy?"

"A little bit," she answered coyly, with half closed eyes as his fingers expertly induced the level of her sexual arousal. "Will you let me fasten you to it Judy?"

"What are you going to do?" she asked anxiously.

"I have a friend who'd like someone to demonstrate how a person would look, tethered and restrained. Will you be a model for me?"

"A friend? There's no one else here." Her voice sounded distant, her expression seemed like she was detached, only semi-aware. 

"I could call him -- he can be here soon. He would want to take some pictures -- but you could fasten up your clothes before he arrives -- and before I shackle you." 

The sinister Les carried on masturbating the woman, bending to nibble her breasts: Judy continued to slowly wank his penis. Then he whispered in her ear.

"Wouldn't you like to know how it feels -- how it felt for all those women, all who have ever been tied to this device, to be helpless and forced to submit to their man - or men?"

There was a sudden gasp of air from Judy's mouth accompanied by a rhythmic gyration of her hips, pressing against the hand that was down inside her underclothes. Judy's eyes glazed over as she spoke in short disjointed sentences. 

"I would have to leave soon. You can't do things to me. I shan't allow you to -- because he will know -- my husband would know -- he will look for the signs when he comes home. You must not leave signs for him to find. No marks!"

Les spoke softly, "Just some pictures; for private use." He pulled her to his front. "Look at the machine Judy, imagine how it must feel -- imagine the depravity, the lust, the pleasure created by this implement!"

The housewife pressed the hand of the man hard against her pussy; she only half heard the short conversation when he fished in his pocket for his cell-phone. For several minutes Judy was quite content, lost to the real world, working her crotch up and down the hand of Les.

"Come on now," he said, unsure if she was listening, "It's time to straighten up your clothing -- that's the way we'd like to begin."

Had she been capable of lucid and rational thought Judy might have asked just what was expected to follow? She had not even noticed that her new friend had not drunk from the same bottle.

A man had appeared quite suddenly.

"This is Judy," she heard Les say, "She's agreed to be our model -- and I'm sure she'll be happy to help us try a few things out."

The tall dark man had a camera with him.

"Step forward toward the device Judy."

She felt rings of cold steel close around her wrists, her feet clamped after she had told to widen her stance; several times a camera flashed hurting her eyes.

"You'll have to let me go," she insisted, "I have to go home!"

"Very soon," Les assured her, "When we've taken some pictures -- and had a little fun."

Through a haze Judy saw that both men were taking of their jackets, then unfastening their shirts.

"Let's make this look a little more realistic," Les said.

Stood facing the men, wide legged, with her hands shackled at waist height Judy helplessly watched as Les undid her clothing, uncovering her breasts for the delight of the second man who continually snapped the shutter of his camera. Now she was learning how it really felt to be totally submissive. Les tugged up her skirt until she displayed her knickers.

"Did I show you this hidden cabinet," the man asked pressing an inlaid panel, making a secret door swing open. Judy saw from the side of her eye the cupboard contained a selection of straps whips and canes.

A thin strand of willow was taken from its place and flicked across the woman's upper thighs.

"No!" yelled Judy, then she screamed.

"I'm afraid no one can hear you," sneered les, "But scream if you like by all means."

The second man was very excited.

The twig stung as Les flicked it against her labia; she was glad her pantyhose and knickers offered some slight protection. By way of a change, and for the benefit of the photographer her tormentor directed his aim up horizontally smartly across both breasts; Judy cried out, her nipples throbbed in tune with her pulsing swollen labia.

Curling his fingers in the loose gusset of her hosiery Les ripped them apart.

After an anguished screech Judy complained, "My husband, he will know, he will see -- you promised -- not to leave marks!" She was silenced with a flick of the willow.

With half-closed eyes she listened to the voice of Les, "It wasn't all about pain."

A tormenting tickle aggravated the burning sensation felt at her cunt entrance. Something like a feather teased her clitoris making her want to cover her crotch with her hand, knock away the irritant, ease the itch; though she could not move her arms. As she wriggled, moaned and begged, the camera clicked. As the tickling itch stopped, then restarted, she suffered mental torture waiting, anticipating the randomly timed action of the feathery weapon. She was grateful when the whip like strip of wood lashed against her clit, letting burning stinging pain overpower the agonising itch that seemed to penetrate deep inside her cunt.




The Power of Lust Ch. 04



On opening her tear-filled eyes she saw two naked men with stiff dicks; her torturers had undressed. Distressed she cried out and begged for the whip when the feather once again caused her to writhe and itch; a mouth was fastened around her right nipple, biting and sucking. Feeling the hot hardness of a cock against he thigh she longed for it to enter her hole. That would do the trick; that would ease the itch. Mentally she begged for the cock to fill her hole -- to fuck her hard and fast.

"Time for change!" announced Les.

When Judy's hands were freed she pleaded that she be allowed to go home. To her sheer horror the fold-up bench came crashing down and she was spun around. Now she fought hard but to no avail.

"My husband will be waiting for me!" she sobbed.

Forced over the bench, backside facing the men, her hands were again shackled making it impossible for her to move.

"Please don't spank me, don't whip me - please don't mark me!"

The torn gusset of her pantyhose was ripped apart exposing her rump.

She broke down totally sobbing her head off when the other evil, the feather, smeared some substance along her slit and teased inside her cunt lips. The burning itch was more intense than before making her buck her arse as high as her restraints allowed. She needed relief -- and eventually it came.

"Yes!" she screamed, "Harder -- fuck me harder. Push it right up me! Yes, more! Oh thank you!"

The itch was beginning to ease, replaced by an insatiable hunger, a need for cock. Judy moaned and groaned, begged and pleaded. After Les ejaculated inside her he stood to one side watching the woman's arse wriggle and gyrate; still she itched, still she needed something to alleviate the torment. It came in the form of a slap of a flat leather belt against her throbbing cunt lips -- the stinging pain eased the itch -- the itch in turn countered the sharpness of the sudden pain when the belt was smartly flicked against her tender parts.

In time the sensitivity of her rear end numbed and there came a warm glow that brought a sexual pleasure that sent delightful waves of joy surging through her every fibre. When the second cock entered her hole she wailed like a banshee tightening her sore vaginal muscles around the shaft; she laughed, she giggled, she demanded more. A cry echoed through the rafters of the old roof sounding both perverted and demented -- the shy housewife had reached the pinnacle of joy, erupting into probably the most exquisite of orgasms she had ever experienced.

On the rooftop car park of the shopping mall Les helped the housewife to her vehicle.

"I'm not sure I ought to be driving," she said, still subdued, "You should not have drugged me!"

"But I didn't," insisted Les, "Honestly. It was hardly a drug -- just something that helped you to relax. Whatever else happened in your head was of your own doing; perhaps it was your way of coping with your desire to want to submit. You were never the desperate woman pleading for her honour or her life Judy," Les gave a sarcastic laugh, " Lets face it -- you worried more about your pantyhose and whether your husband might find them ripped. What does he do -- examine your underwear?"

Judy smiled and gave the man an ironic grin.

"Actually -- yes!"

Judy drove home with a blank mind.

Walking into the house, she had already decided the pointlessness of evasiveness or attempting a futile defensive battle of wits: this situation with her husband could not go on.

A voice from behind caught her attention.

"You spend your leisure time in any way you care to -- but if these little adventures of yours continue to clash with our mealtimes then it will become quite tiresome. Anyway, aren't wives like you supposed to be a little more discreet, a little less obvious?"

The cold sharpness of the snide remark cut into her grating her every nerve end. She turned to see Ben rise from his armchair, shake his head slowly and dismissively then approach her.

"You've been to have a rough and tumble with your gang of male pals I see!"

Judy winced and snapped out, 'No!'

"Really!" came the unconvinced retort.

"I met someone in town actually," said Judy trying to sound just as haughty as her husband, "We spent some time together."

"How remarkable," remarked Ben scornfully, "That every time you venture out you seem to meet males who appear to lead you astray!"

Without warning Ben took a rapid step forward and lifted her skirt: the sight of her torn pantyhose took him by surprise.

"Even more remarkable," he added, though with some loss of smugness and superior confidence, "That these men all have a penchant to want to handle you with a measure of aggression. Coincidence?"

Judy was at the end of her tether. She took a deep breath and let rip.

"Well, let me enlighten you Ben! You seem to be unusually talkative this afternoon -- and inquisitive. Let me fill in some of the blanks. You see -- I first met today's man when another friend drove me into a factory yard where we could have some privacy... 

Apart from going into detail over the finer points of how she actually had sex Judy told almost everything. To rile Ben even more she faked an air of indifference, sitting in a chair, sliding her feet apart, opening her thighs wide to show her husband the full extent of her ripped and ruined hosiery.

"It was a very strange item of furniture Ben," she goaded, when she reached the latter part of her story, "For fun -- because Ben, I can be a fun person with the right people - I agreed to take part in a demonstration and act the part of a 'victim' -- but well... as you can see, things got somewhat out of hand. Though the photographs will look very interesting!"

"So -- he took pics as well!" Ben's glottal mutterings betrayed his sense of unease and shock.

"He? Sorry -- did I forget to mention that he phoned a friend who brought a camera? Having a third person there to take the snaps meant the pictures show quite a lot of, let us say - action. But I do apologise very sincerely -- I'm very sorry that my fun has caused your evening meal to be served later than the appointed and regular time!"

Judy waited for Ben to either explode or shrivel up and break down. His coldness and ability to stay unemotionally detached from thorny and tough situations was legendary -- but surely this time he would fall from his pedestal. Victory however, wasn't going to be so easily won.

Ben, who had also sat down, looking casual and relaxed, placed his forefinger over his chin, in thoughtful contemplation. He placed the business papers he had been studying face down on the coffee table; they formed details of the amount of funding that the charitable foundation set up by his company was about to offer to fiancé the restoration of some very unusual Victorian antiques. Most would be displayed in a small museum open to the general public; however, Ben was aware that several items had been included whose viewing would be restricted - private invitation only. This part of the deal was due to the whims of Ben's employer, the head of the company and a tight knit little clique of executives and friends. Ben happened to be one of a small number of people privy to this most secret part of the arrangement.

"Didn't you ever wonder why your first friend chose that particular factory yard? Was it purely coincidence that its owner should just happen be on hand to enjoy the spectacle? Coincidence too that instead of challenging intruders he was the sort who found pleasure from watching and indeed responding favourably. It's very apparent that you enjoyed having him as an audience whilst you indulged in the sex act.

Is it also just coincidence that suddenly in your life you meet another man, apparently quite unconnected with the others, who happens to run into friends who, amazingly, are seasoned seducers -- lucky enough to meet a willingly submissive creature such as you?"

"Don't call me a creature!" said Judy through gritted teeth.

"Has the thought not struck you that you may have been manipulated -- that the man who took you to the yard may have already been acquainted with the watching factory owner -- that all the men may know each other. Perhaps they are all just using you -- like a sex toy -- tossing you around like a rag doll. Are you not a very simple and gullible woman?"

Judy tenaciously denied any such thing, becoming annoyed and frustrated that Ben still seemed to have the upper hand. She failed to react to Ben who suddenly loomed over her chair until her hair was roughly grasped in his left fist and her face pulled toward his midriff where his right hand was unzipping his fly-hole.

"You have developed a longing, a compulsion, which excites and delivers a pleasure you find impossible to resist." The man forced his erect penis deep into her mouth. "It's an activity that's considered shocking and forbidden for a married woman." His thrusting hips pushed the tip of his cock to the back of her throat making her gag. "I will allow you to carry on indulging in your new pleasure -- not least because it makes you more interesting and intriguing. In every other way you behave satisfactory -- an efficient housekeeper and a wife who knows when to stay in the background and when needed, be an ideal hostess."

The peculiar and eccentric man fucked the face of his wife as though her mouth was a cunt.

"I have to admit," he panted breathlessly, "That I never suspected you would enjoy sex in any other way than what's considered conventional; the red stripes on your backside spoke volumes. You will tell me the details at a time I choose and have a desire to know. You can continue to meet other men -- you will -- continue to meet other men!"

Ben ejaculated filling Judy's gagging mouth with copious amounts of his sperm; she obeyed his order to swallow.

"Go and shower," he told his morally defeated wife, "We'll eat out -- it's too late to cook now."

Judy later found Ben standing by the bed placing her torn hosiery by an outfit he had chosen.

"You will wear the same pair of tights," he said.

"That's humiliating," she complained. "I'm not doing it!"

Forcing her to release the towel wrapped around her body Ben pushed her down on the bed.

"Humiliating?" he snarled, "You have the audacity to complain about being humiliated after what you've done?"

Judy trembled but defiantly smirked up at her husband.

"Not quite the same 'sort' of humiliation!" she told him in a hushed tone.

She watched Ben's eyes as he stared down at her naked torso, and then gasped when he rubbed her nipples through his fingers and thumbs. His hand then moved to his trouser zip, drew it down and fished inside to bring out his penis. Judy felt a thrill and took a deep breath.

"Yeah!" she hissed. 

As his cock sprang out hard and ready she spread her thighs.

"Yeah -- fuck me!"

He grabbed her by the hair. She grinned and she voiced her words in a wicked sounding whisper.

"Fuck me hard Ben! I'll be a slut for you. I'll give you what you want."

Ben rammed into her, rattling the bed until the floorboards creaked and the very house vibrated.

"Bite my tits!" she begged.

For once her husband obeyed her orders.

In the restaurant Judy felt reassured knowing Ben was relaxed. Though she had remained adamant she wasn't going to wear the torn pantyhose she had compensated by giving Ben a treat; as they were about to step into the taxi she had hitched up her dress in a quite normal way then lifted it a great deal higher, up to her belly. Ben had seen only bare flesh aside from the straps of a suspender belt; Judy was venturing out without underwear.

As they studied the list of fine fare that the establishment had on offer Ben asked his wife: "What would you like to try?"

Judy caught his eye and gazed at him intently. "There are lots of things I'd like to try!" 

Her words were spoken softly, almost hesitantly with an underlying knowledge of how wicked they might sound. She was not talking about the menu.



The Power of Lust Ch. 05



Judy entered her husband's study carrying a cup of coffee. All had been peaceful over the last couple of weeks and Judy was very grateful that the sexual demands Ben had placed on her had eased off. The sex act itself now had a roughness about it though generally was still performed with a bizarre detachment and silence save for short periods when Ben would fire off a string of questions concerning her adulterous liaisons, which he insisted be answered concisely and briefly. Friendliness and affection between husband and wife was still conspicuous by its absence.

'I'd like you to accompany me tomorrow evening,' Ben told her. 'We are attending a function - a viewing of antiques. Dress with style and some glamour - important people will be there.'

'You don't usually take me to important events,' Judy commented.

Ben glanced up at his wife, 'Well, you complained about being bored at the Community Centre so let's see if you enjoy the company of my associates; let's see how you get along.'

Though she found this suspiciously unusual Judy nevertheless looked forward to going out, telling herself that Ben may be turning over a new leaf.



The taxicab slid to a halt in a fashionable part of town outside of a newly renovated building, which carried a sign announcing it to be a gallery incorporating a museum of period furniture, antiques and artefacts. Cocktails and canopies were served to the chattering hoard of affluent arty-types, businessmen and their overly bejewelled wives. The time passed slowly for Judy as she felt very much the outsider and out of place. Even though Ben carried much respect and introduced Judy to many of the main players she failed to connect with the pompous and haughty wives, and other females who she figured must be mistresses or arm-candy hired for the evening by rich but burnt out elderly businessmen.

Making an effort to try and fake an interest in the art-works and antiques Judy listened to the explanation of how the venture was funded and how grateful the proprietors were for the financial help given by the foundation. She commented favourably on the dainty little ornaments and moved on into the room where ornate and restored furniture was displayed with details of its history, though it was pointed out in spite of using the word museum, should anyone offer the right amount of money, any item could be bought.

The crowd thinned out around 10pm; Judy looked forward to going home assuming she had seen all there was to see and had asked intelligent questions, and even controlled her tendency to giggle nervously. Now a big man loomed over her with a beaming smile on his face that Ben introduced as Sir David, the most important man who caused underlings to grovel and tremble in his presence. He was accompanied by a snivelling group of hangers on who laughed at his every word and a few feet away, another small band of more influential looking men who held Judy in a steady contemplative stare. The housewife managed to maintain a decent level of amusing small talk with the big boss.

When the crowd thinned again Judy noticed there was an air of expectancy about the place.

'Some of our exhibits would not appeal to many of our patrons and guests,' an effeminate man explained to Judy, noticing her confused expression. 'We have waited until now so our more discerning appreciative guests can see them without the danger of us causing offence.'

A smart young lady threw open a door and bid the small group to enter the side room. Sir David smiled at Judy placed a hand in the small of her back and gently urged her forward; Ben observed this from several feet away as did certain others of the group. Judy wondered why she attracted so much interest.

As she entered the room the sight that lay before her turned her stomach reducing her to a helpless and shocked bundle of nerves. Before her, amongst several items designed by sadistic minds, stood the weird and unusual contraption that had held her captive in the old factory while the two men had used her as a sex toy. Cursing herself for failing to read the signs and make the connection with this exhibition of antique Victorian furniture she turned away only to be confronted by her husband's cold stare.

'Come!' said Sir David to the chattering and surprised guests, 'See this whipping stool - imagine what tales it could tell - and picture a victim, shackled to this frame, standing crucifix like while suffering the lash!'

The sadistic sounding executive pointed out a vaulting horse designed so that certain sexual implements could be attached and inserted into various bodily cavities.

'... And what about this large cabinet...?' 

The man's voice seemed to drift away into the far distance, as did the images of the astonished and amused guests, leaving the confused woman alone, struggling to make sense of her terrible predicament. A multitude of urgent and important questions raced through her mind; Ben's detached smirk as he gazed knowingly at the cabinet provided the answer to some of them.

'So thank you for coming tonight...' said Sir David's voice as he brought the event to a close, 'I hope you've all found it very interesting and, perhaps, even inspiring!'

As a man who loved the sound of his own voice the executive rattled on while several guests drained their glasses and prepared to leave. Ben touched the shoulder of his wife and beckoned her to join him in a quiet corner of the room.

''Well, I can see why you didn't require me to provide any fine detail,' Judy snapped with a misplaced air of indignant annoyance designed to hide evidence of her shattered demeanour.

She felt horribly ashamed now of her behaviour knowing that her husband had already possessed intimate knowledge of the workings of the contraption and its scandalous usage. Gloating, he provided a background of the sequence of events that connected the voyeuristic artisan and his factory workshop to Sir David's charitable arts foundation. Judy sickened, felt that all along Ben had been very aware, if not in control, of all her adulterous sexual adventures.

'I failed to intercept the pictures before your friend handed them to Sir David, hoping he'd gain some advantage.' Ben told her.

Judy sheepishly apologised for the embarressment she must have caused him.

The man laughed, 'Not embarressment when I made him believe I had nominated you to pose, and demonstrate how the machine could be used.'

'What?' exclaimed Judy, astonished and shocked.

'Let me spell it out for you,' Ben said, smugly. 'To save face my only option was to appear to be in control - that's what I do - that what the man pays me for. I turned a potentially humiliating situation into an advantage by volunteering your services. Keeps me in his good books you see. For men like sir David the power of lust has a flip side - a companion - a lust for power. What a sense of incredible greatness and superiority he experiences when an employee offers up his wife. Imagine the power, the control, felt when the wife of an underling surrenders herself up for the entertainment and pleasure of the great man - especially when the underling is made to witness her performance. Imagine the shame experienced by the wife, knowing her husband is witnessing how she submits to the filthiest whims of other men. You see Sir David doesn't like his games to be a solitary affair.

He thinks he has the upper hand - I benefit.'

Judy could not believe her ears. What was all this leading up to? She noticed that there were very few people left in the room - she being the only female. She also noticed how the men surreptitiously glanced expectantly her way while they spoke in hushed tones. One man in particular caught her attention - he had not been present before - she knew him from the factory.  Horror and foreboding rose up from the very pit of her belly, draining the blood from her face. The fact hit home as to just what her husband intended.

'You are prepared to pimp me out? That's why you brought me here?' He voice broke up between syllables, almost reduced to a weak croak.

Ben sipped his drink then gave her his usual cold unemotional stare. 'You said you wanted to be useful and share more of my world.'

Fight or flight, Judy opted for the latter and ran to the already locked door.

'Come my dear,' bellowed Sir David. 'The photographs show you enjoyed it immensely last time you surrendered to the cabinet.'

Two men, one at either side, guided her back into the middle of the room; Ben, stood apart from the others indicated that they bring her to him. Looking down at his whimpering wife whose eyes focused on the carpet, he sneered and lifted her chin forcing her head to rise.

'You told me that you'd like to try many different 'things' - things sexual and exciting; I have noticed already your apparent penchant to have a man strip off your underwear and chastise your bare backside. The episode at the workshop isn't by any means the only occasion you've had men slap your arse, is it? You're not quite the retiring, frightened-of-your-own-shadow of a shy wife you've always pretended to be.'

Judy's sobs where almost inaudible - her every fibre shivered and shook.

'Now, be a good wife and show my boss how well you can please his special friends. This is an opportunity for you too - to try out some of those different 'things' - those dirty depraved little acts that fill your head; not to mention, a chance to make yourself useful.'

It was bizarre that Judy almost felt compelled to remind her husband of how she had cooked and cleaned for all those years - been a model wife. Her feelings hurt as in a daze she was turned around and led toward the group of men who stood by the weird cabinet. A hand pressed the secret panel making the door of the hidden cupboard spring open; she gave a cry of despair as the array of canes, whips and riding crops came into view; below them, laid out on shelves, was a selection of objects, some whose purpose was obvious, others not apparently so. From the opposite side various ties, chains and shackles clattered against the woodwork.

Already the stricken housewife could hear the laboured excited deep breaths of the men and she looked helplessly at them noting their depraved expressions that told her they were eager to begin their lewd and cruel game; so eager indeed that as rings of iron snapped shut around her wrists two of the men were unzipping their trousers having already taken off their dinner jackets.

Judy looked aghast at her husband: she had imagined her chastisement would be restricted to suffering the humiliation of a sound spanking and moderate flogging, at the most having her knickers pulled down and her bare backside exposed for the delight of the men. She had never entertained the possibility that Ben would allow some, or all of them to fuck her in his presence. Judy faced her tormentors, unable to prevent her eyes focusing on the stiff bouncing cocks, that now numbered three, pointing menacingly toward her from just a couple of feet away.

'I hope the outfit you chose to wear tonight isn't a particular favourite,' stated Sir David. He paused intentionally until he saw a worried expression on the face of the captive woman. 'I like the clothing to come off gradually you see - I like it to be ripped and stripped from the body as we go along, the flesh peeping through until every square inch of delicate private areas are displayed and on offer.'

Sir David called for more drinks, playing a waiting game, watching the tension building up not only in Judy but the men too who panted like dogs after a bitch in heat, occasionally succumbing to the urge to want to handle their own cocks, pulling on their foreskins. While the big man sat drinking he admired Judy's thighs as hands eased up her dress and fingers rubbed against the gusset of her knickers. Other hands unfastened the bodice and gave her nipples some rough treatment. When she spied a riding crop swishing through the air she remembered how her vagina had suffered on the previous occasion and how she had begged for relief.

One man was making sure he had time to enjoy his favourite indulgence and dropped between her legs holding her dress high above her waist while he licked and sucked her cunt. Judy could not believe how her husband was capable of simply perching casually against a table swilling his whisky around his glass - watching. Seeing his staring unconcerned face made her feelings of being a worthless slut and whore ever more intense. 

The eyes of the men flickered between watching the guy who licked her crotch to studying her face for signs of her reaction. With her hands tethered it seemed that any attempt to wriggle her torso out of the way looked like she was gyrating her hips or pushing out her pelvis to enhance her pleasure. Another man joined in and tugged her bodice right down making her tits spill out of her bra. Now the men who had hung back began to undress, sporting rampant and ready cocks. In spite of her fear and predicament Judy found herself unable to subdue the arousal that was building up from the licking tongue on her clit, and the erotic sight of naked men with stiff dicks who paraded before her.

Now taking a longer leisurely look toward her husband seemed easier to do; she bit her bottom lip when the tongue hit just the right place in that little fold of skin surrounding her clit. A head was bent against her chest nibbling and sucking on a nipple. Judy risked the tiniest of half smiles when her husband looked at her with his usual cold calculating stare - I'm not scared now, she wanted him to know. A movement of the hip betrayed the fact she was responding favourably and told the men she was aroused and ready for more. A sigh escaped through her lips that almost made a word that said, yeah! Her pelvis moved rhythmically against the tongue; now she glanced down and watched the man who was licking her cunt - a cunt that now needed cock and was dripping wet.

'Are you ready for more Judy?' asked the Boss Man with a dirty grin.

Judy knew she didn't permission from her husband, nor did she care if her answer displeased him.

'Please!' she purred, looking around at every man in a way she hoped will tell them she wanted more from each and very one of them.

When she allowed her eyelids to momentarily close the tongue stopped it's delightful tickle - the mouth released her nipple. A split second later her clit stung making her jump and her lungs exhaled. Another swish made Judy open her eyes wide in time to see a riding crop on its rapid journey toward her midriff. Her open cunt took the full force of the stinging leather; her panties had been slit and torn at the gusset.

'No! Not that,' she sniffled desperately, 'I want you to give me sex - we can have pleasure, not pain!'

'We can have both!' a voice replied. 'You suffer the pain, and we enjoy the pleasure of watching you suffer.'

Her pelvis involuntarily continued jerking forward slowly even though the crop snapped into the tender red flesh of her inner pussy lips, like she was trying to persuade the men that a hard cock fucking her hole would be much more enjoyable to both them and her. A very thin cane teased her nipples before well-aimed flicks made stripes across her breasts. She cried out and moaned and groaned, her body gyrating back and forth, side to side. A familiar burning sensation began to take over from the searing aggravating pain, altering the tone of her moaning; the timbre of her pleading sounds now filled the room with an erotic resonance.

The large dildo that now replaced the tormenting implement slid easily into her soaking throbbing sex hole; even the long raised-up welts that lined her white soft breasts delivered a sensation of decadent delight exciting her nipples. Tightening her muscles around the rubber dick Judy imagined it to be a real cock and began to work her cunt up and down, fucking it; her eyes suddenly opened wide and she stared at the men - and began to giggle. The men saw that Judy, through her salty tears, focused more on their stiff dangling cocks than their faces.

'Turn her around,' insisted one man, overcome with lust, 'Let's whip her arse!'

Leaving the dildo in place she was released from her shackles and spun around, while three of the men fiddled clumsily with the device lifting the bench, making her bend over. As they were about to once again restrain her Sir David bellowed across the room from his comfortable vantage point.

'Wait! I really don't think this woman needs to be tied down. I do believe she's submissive enough to do exactly as she's told.'

The men handling her had a different opinion, restraining the female added a different dimension, but the interruption made them have a rethink regarding the cabinet; instead they hurried Judy over to the vaulting horse with added fittings and laid her face down over the leather saddle, strapping her arms and legs to the underside, her arse almost, but not quite, overhanging the edge. In fact her posterior now presented a perfect target for any man who wanted to practice his technique with a whip or a cane; and both instruments of pain were about to test Judy's love of corporal punishment to the limit.

Wedged firmly in place to its hilt was the long thick dildo; Judy's cunt covered the length while it's end pressed down into the tough leather of the horse. As each thrash of the whip cracked against the tender white skin of her backside the cruel stinging pain made woman's rear end rise and fall, and if the strokes came fast and furious it seemed like Judy was fucking the rubber sex-toy.

In the background came the sound of a door opening, high heel shoes stepping across the wooden tiles and the voice of the smart female aide speaking to Sir David. Judy felt mortified, humiliated, knowing that the female employee who at the beginning of the night had treated her with great respect as a wife of a company executive now saw her in this disgraceful state - or more precisely, was treated to the sight of her naked well-whipped backside. To Judy's horror, the woman stayed awhile and watched how the men made her screech and beg for leniency forcing her arse to gyrate on the big dildo.

'Bring us jugs of water,' ordered Sir David. The woman was heard to leave to carry out the odd request.

The pain of the whip burned the flesh of her buttocks whilst the stinging of the cane, which was alternately brought up sharply into her crack made her brown wrinkled hole open and close, tighten and relax. Judy felt the hot searing pain subside, numbness took over, and then came the warm glow together with that strange heightened sexual arousal evident in the way she fucked the trapped dildo.

A brief respite came when some sort of lotion was spread onto her angry reddened flesh - then on and into her anus with a rough finger. Judy sobbed knowing what was coming next, pleading, telling them she was not ready for this. A greased cock was slowly and carefully eased into her back passage and began to pump in and out piston-like, just as the young woman came back into the room; Judy hoped she would never have to face her again. Very soon a second hard cock presented itself at her front dangling by her head; the woman turned her face side-on resting her cheek on the padded leather, opening her mouth. Now, with all three holes filled, the men, especially husband Ben, looked surprised that Judy continued to work her hips and bear down on the dildo.

Men changed places several times, even a dick that had only just been removed from her anus sought entry between her lips. When energies began to flag Judy was released and turned, dizzy and disorientated to face the participating audience. Ben who had remained a mere spectator, sat in a chair, and by his side, with her hand inside his trousers was the smartly dressed young woman. When Judy managed to focus her eyes that sight made feel more humiliated than ever; but the humiliation was only just beginning.




The Power of Lust Ch. 05



It seemed odd that the men should have been so thirsty that they had drained all three of the large water jugs. For a while Judy was impaled on the cock of a man who had come for second helpings, squatting over him, his dick up her arse. She was 'ordered' to do the movements, her bouncing breasts providing amusement and provoking lewd comments from the watchers. When a second man joined in he stood to her side and directed her to first wank, then suck his cock. It was after that same man had filled her mouth with jism that the fun started. He remained stood in front of Judy, his cock slackening into a semi-flaccid state while she continued to bounce on the cock that was up her arse.

'Open wide sweetheart,' said the man, grinning.

A feeling of dread came over the housewife - the group, she realised, knew full well what was about to happen: the smug smart girl in the business suit who was masturbating her husband knew too - as did he. Judy had to submit; she had no choice - had she? Forced to suffer the shame and derision of the audience, when Judy felt the first drops of warm water splash on her neck she ceased her bouncing and opened her mouth just as the full hot stream of slightly yellow urine filled up her mouth. Most she spit out but could not help swallow some in spite of closing her throat. Now the man under her rammed upward, turned on by the sight of his friend pissing on their victim; the woman noticed how it excited the others who now wanked their cocks for all they were worth. Spunk shot up into her arse followed by large sticky wads of sperm from the cocks being pulled and pointed at her face.

With a perverse sense of logic Judy laughed because she was happy that instead of the expected ridicule and mocking she saw that her submissiveness had aroused the men immensely, they loved the way she was willing to give pleasure. Now Ben would surely be annoyed - she was enjoying this, all the cock she wanted, all the piss she could take. Judy laughed again and opened her mouth wide as two, and then three dicks emptied their bladders on her, over her, and in her.

Anxious to please now Judy sucked cock before happily laying flat on her back when required to do so. She heard her husband Ben mumble to Sir David in hushed tones and the woman titter. Then turning her head she saw the long stockinged legs and high heels come slowly across the floor toward her. Judy's heart began to beat faster; she felt apprehension and wondered why on earth the girl should want to approach her at this lewd and lustful time.

Looking up into the face of the female she saw how she smirked toward the crowd then sneered down mockingly. Judy's chest beat even faster when smart girl bent, heaved up her grey pencil skirt - and started to remove her panties. The room went silent, save for the sound of the heavy breathing of excited men when smart girl lifted a leg and straddled the prone housewife. Judy looked up between her legs at her shaven quim that opened up as it sank gradually down over her face as the woman squatted. Then the dominant woman whispered.

'You've behaved very badly for the wife of a prominent and respectable company executive. You don't have any shame whatsoever do you? Prepared to do anything. Dirty little slut! Lick my cunt, dirty slut!'

The waiting wet cunt was lowered over Judy's mouth until she was almost kissing it: Judy began to lick. Maybe Ben had never given his wife the credit she deserved - maybe she had always had a talent for being able to give out sexual pleasure. Certainly, she thought, it hadn't taken long for Miss Fancy Pants to sigh and pant, wriggling her pelvis over Judy's mouth: she was weakened by the intense sexual pleasure that surged through her body via her wet aroused cunt! With a flourish Judy took her tongue away from the woman's clit and ran it over her brown hole. The girl let out a loud cry when the tip of the tongue circled her anal ring; then Judy kissed her arsehole, and licked again.

Who is really in control here, thought Judy? Will the audience, and especially my husband, realise that I am? The smart girl moaned and gyrated, her comments drawing the effects of Judy's labours to the attention of her God. When the long drawn out sensual moan of a woman in the throes of her orgasm filled the room immediately following was an equally protracted exhalation of breath from many degenerately aroused men.

Smart woman straightened her wobbling long legs; Judy looked up at her red wet cunt and arsehole - then once again both orifices lowered toward her face. The cunt opened and the brown hole expanded. 

'I need to relieve myself,' declared the woman with a mocking air of urgency, 'Do any of you gentlemen mind if I don't bother to make a visit the bathroom?'

The answer was no.

Judy felt apprehension, though not fear: she wasn't sure whether the woman needed to urinate or defecate...!





In the taxi home Ben remained silent and seemed to be in bad humour. His wife surmised why that might be. Sir David had ended the night by having the abused housewife stand between his legs, whilst he gingerly examined every mark, every inch of her body, replaying in his mind every single event of the last hours - a show that had delighted his sense of perverted sexual pleasure. He loudly congratulated Judy on her performance and she had smiled proudly - first at the big man, then at her husband. She had not ended the night as the quivering sobbing wreck he had supposed.

Clearly Ben had been confident that offering his wife up to Sir David would massage the man's ego, instil in him a false sense of dominance over his General. Such was the power of lust. However, Ben had not come away the superior, the victor. Sir David had played the long game; he had learned much from his lifelong quest - his lust for power. Reasserting his authority and putting his General firmly back in his lowlier place Sir David had held the giggling submissive housewife in his big hands and turned her laughing face toward the husband.

Sir David had stared across at Ben with a look that was cross between a sickly smile and a sneer. Demonstrating to all present that he had full control of Ben's wife he told the woman to stand wide and, maintaining eye contact with his General wet his fat finger and worked it up into her arse; the wife giggled and did not pull away. The message was loud and clear - 'I not only have power over you Ben - I also own your wife - who is happy to cater for my every whim - happy to stand here while I stick my fingers up her arse'

As a further demonstration Sir David had held out his hand, flat, palm upward, under Judy's naked crotch.

'I want your wife to piss on my hand,' he said loudly, then, without taking his eyes off Ben had ordered his employee's wife, 'Piss for me Judy.'

Judy, showing no reluctance whatsoever had giggled and like her new master stared into the eyes of her annoyed and agitated husband - then she obeyed the request let her urine flow.

Intriguingly the big boss had declared he might be of a mind to offer Judy some interesting work to do with customer relations and company hospitality. Maybe that comment in particular had irritated his senior executive.

Ben would certainly not be kissing her tonight, she reasoned. The night had ended after she had pleased Sir David by kneeling between his legs to suck his cock, then obligingly, at his request, licking and tickling his arsehole with her tongue - whilst he forced her husband to stay and watch by keeping him engaged in conversation.

This is what real power looks like - he may as well have said to Ben - in your presence your wife is sucking my cock and licking my arse. The next time you kiss her you will remember that. Never get idea above your station - never think your power is greater than mine.

The couple gazed out of the taxi windows lost in their own thoughts. It had not gone un-noticed by either party that Judy might now have quite a bit of bargaining power - and would be able, if needed, to call in little favours.

The power of lust is truly an awesome weapon.




(Author's note: Borrowing from the practices of TV media I will declare this episode to be the last of the series. In the New Year I will write further chapters if the idea is favourable. Meanwhile I give my sincere thanks to all who read my stories and to those who take the trouble to send feedback, not forgetting all concerned with the running of this site who make it all possible. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Quin)