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The Banker's Wife

By: loveking



Lucy had everything; a husband with a very well paid job in the banking industry, a beautiful house, two adorable young kids, a holiday villa in Europe, platinum charge cards and expense accounts at all the top stores.

Although she was now thirty five years old and had had two children, she still had a perfect figure. Her breasts were still firm and pert which matched the rest of her youthfully toned body. This was no doubt helped by her daily visits to the exclusive health centre where she had her own personal trainer. She did regular exercise and indulged in all the expensive pampering and beauty therapies that were available. Her husband would often comment that her figure was the same as the young Lucy he had married ten years previously

All of her friends envied her or maybe they were just jealous. She liked to think it was envy. In truth she enjoyed the feeling of her friends envying her. It fed her vanity and reinforced her superior attitude.

She had of course seen and read the news headlines regarding the financial crisis that was spreading around the world but did not take much notice of it. Her vanity and arrogance acted like a mental block to the realities of the real world.

Now, in an acutely embarrassing moment, the truth suddenly hit home. The manager at her favourite department store was doing his utmost to be polite and not cause any embarrassment. 

"I'm afraid that we cannot extend your credit," he said quietly to her, your account balance is at the maximum we allow and nothing has been paid for the past four months.

Lucy replied, with an arrogant tone, "I'm sure there has just been some error by one of your young clerks. Here, charge it to my Platinum card."

She handed over the card and waited impatiently as the manager swiped it in his machine and waited for confirmation.

The wait felt like an eternity and then she saw the look of dismay on the manager's face as he looked at her and quietly said, "I'm afraid your card has been refused."

She stormed out of the store, leaving her purchases behind.

When she arrived home she was surprised to see her husband Andrew's car in the driveway. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and stormed inside.

She started talking before she could see him. "You'll never guess what has just happened to me," she shouted, "that department store has made some stupid error with my account and to add insult to injury there was some kind of mistake with my Platinum card and I could not pay for---------------------."

Her voice trailed away to silence as she saw her husband appear from the kitchen with a very worried expression on his face.

He just looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry".

"What do mean," she replied, "it's not your fault. It's just some stupid little clerk's mistake somewhere."

"No its not," he replied, "the bank has suffered huge losses and I have lost my job." He was almost sobbing as he continued, "I have been trying to find the courage to tell you. Every day, for the past six months, I have been leaving for work, pretending that everything is OK but there is no work. There has been no money coming in for the past six months."

Lucy looked and felt stunned. "We have savings, the holiday home and other assets. Surely we can just sell a few things.

Andrew looked at her with sad eyes like a puppy. "The bank owned everything we had and is calling it all in. I have managed to make an arrangement with the house but we need to find some money very soon to pay Paul.

She looked at him, puzzled, "Paul? What has it got to do with Paul?"

Andrew continued, "Because of our situation I was unable to get a mortgage on the house. Think about it. Who would give a mortgage to an out of work banker? The only solution I could come up with was to persuade my old friend Paul to help us."

Lucy looked shocked and stunned.

"Paul, why Paul? You know how he makes my flesh crawl. I know he is your friend but he just gives me the creeps whenever I see him."

"Paul was the only friend I could find who was willing to help us. It's as simple as that. No Paul, no mortgage, no house!

Lucy felt as though her whole world was suddenly being taken way from her. 

She tried to stay positive and, if need be, she knew she could fight hard to save the house at least.

They both went to the kitchen and Lucy put on some coffee.

"So what is the plan?" she asked, "how can we pay Paul?" she said, as she sat down next to Andrew with two large mugs of coffee.

"I know how much you detest Paul but he is our only chance. He has invited us over to dinner tonight so that we can discus what to do next."

Lucy had always disliked Paul. It was nothing particularly tangible. He was a handsome enough guy and always got on well with Andrew and their other friends. 

He flirted with Lucy whenever they met. The flirting in itself was not the problem, all Pauls friends flirted with her. It was always reassuring for anyone to be flirted with innocently. The problem for Lucy was that Paul's flirting never felt innocent. It always felt as though he was somehow sexually assaulting her. He always made her feel uncomfortable by making it obvious that he was mentally undressing her. She would see his eyes unashamedly roam over her, pausing at her breasts before moving on downwards. He would stare directly into her eyes and then push his tongue out and lick his lips. 

Lucy was no prude. She realised very early on that all of Paul's facial expressions and eye movements were of a sexual nature. The problem for Lucy was that he was possibly the last man on earth that she would like to have sex with. There were many other male friends that flirted with her and she was always flattered, but not Paul; definitely not Paul.

It was only a few years back that Lucy had discovered how Paul made his living. She had often wondered what he did because he was obviously a very wealthy man. She had assumed that he was in banking, the same as her husband. However, at a dinner party about two years previously, she had overheard him talking with Andrew and some of the other male guests.

She had not heard exactly what was being said but it was obvious that he was inviting the other men to some special male only occasion. 

When they got home Lucy quizzed her husband about the conversation. Andrew was reluctant at first but as they lay in bed together it was obvious that she was not going to let it go.

They had now been married for about ten years and he still enjoyed her seducing him. As they both lay naked in bed she cuddled up next to him and tenderly kissed his ear.

He felt her hand move down slowly over his chest and then onto his belly.

His cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her touch. "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll make it worth your while," she said.

He felt her hand brush teasingly past his erect cock and onto his thigh.

She squeezed his thigh, brushing the back of her hand against balls and said, "tell me what Paul was saying and I'll suck it for you."

Andrew hesitated and then felt her hand move over his erection and her fingers wrap round it. 

"Pleeeeeease,"she insisted, please tell me.

Andrew still resisted as she moved her head down over his body. He felt him self weakening as she rained a series of small kisses all over his belly.

He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her what Paul had been saying to the men. Equally he was beginning not to care about what she thought as long as she sucked him.

He felt her hot breath very close to his erect cock and then the moist warmth of her lips as she teased the head with her mouth.

"OK, I'll tell you."

Lucy lay there with her cheek resting against his lower belly and head of his stiff cock between her lips listening intently to her husbands words. 

As she lay there Andrew explained that Paul made and distributed porno movies and was very successful at it.

Somehow Lucy was not surprised. This would explain the creepy feeling she always got whenever they met.

"So what was the invitation for? Was it to go and watch some dirty movies?"

Andrew hesitated before replying, "No, not to watch some movies. It was to go and watch some girls audition for parts in his movies.

Paul said he always auditions the girls with a small audience of about six men to make sure that they don't waste his time later on a film set by turning shy in the presence of the film crew."

"Will you go?" she asked.

"Would you object?"

Lucy did not answer. She ran her tongue around the head of her husband's stiff cock and started to gently suck.

As she sucked Andrew's cock her mind started to fill with lewd images. She visualised a young woman in a dingy room. She saw Paul, Andrew and his friends all sitting round in big comfortable chairs watching her. Paul had his usual creepy expression as she imagined him asking the girl to take off her clothes. Lucy felt Andrews cock stiffen further in her mouth as she went on to imagine that she was in fact that young girl.

Although at first she found the idea quite repulsive she felt the revival of an old fantasy that started many years ago. It would reappear in different forms but was always the same basic idea. Sometimes when she was getting changed at the gym, in her bedroom or anywhere where she could see the reflection of her naked body in a mirror, she would fantasize that men were watching her; lusting for her. She always tried to suppress the fantasy. She pretended to herself that she was just very proud of her naked body and that her fantasy was about teasing men by letting them see what they could not have.

Now as she sucked on Andrew's cock and could feel her self becoming aroused she had to finally admit that the fantasy was not only about being the centre of attention and the object of men's lust, it was also about being used as a sexual object. That was why Paul annoyed her so much. He made it obvious each time they met that she was the centre of his lust, a female body that he wanted to use and abuse for his selfish pleasure. Deep down she loved it but did not want to be reminded of her hidden fantasy by a man that repulsed her.

Unknown to her, Andrew also had a long held fantasy. As she sucked his cock his mind was full of lewd images of her. His need was becoming more and more urgent as he indulged in his own long held fantasy of watching Lucy being used by a group of men. Now he was visualising Lucy being the young starlet attending the audition. He imagined he was watching from a safe distance as Paul and his other friends forced her to strip for them. This idea of other men with his wife had always turned him on. He doubted that he would want it to happen for real but in his mind, right now, he was imagining her completely naked and surrounded by the men. He could see her being passed around them and the men taking it in turns to pull her onto their laps. He imagined them running their hands all over her naked body, squeezing and pulling her breasts and making crude comments as they pushed their hands up between her thighs. Finally he imagined all of the men were naked, their cocks erect, standing in a circle with his wife kneeling in the centre and sucking off each one of them in turn.

Lucy could feel that he was about to cum. She had no idea what images were filling his mind but she felt his hands grip he head and force his cock deeper into her mouth. She always loved the feeling of him being taken over by pure lust thanks to her skilful mouth. She sucked eagerly and almost immediately was swallowing his hot semen as he ejaculated into her mouth.

She stayed there for a while until she felt him slacken in her mouth. She licked off the last drops and let it slip from her mouth.

She then lifted her self up and, after kissing him tenderly on the lips, she lay back, bent her knees up and then let her thighs relax and fall open.

Andrew did not need a second invitation. He moved down between her outstretched thighs and spent a few seconds gazing at her moist exposed labia.

He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He could see how wet she was and was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her groaning with pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her swollen clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her screams not knowing that as she reached one of her best ever orgasms her mind was full of similar images to the ones he had just had. 

Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the fantasies and resultant orgasms just kept returning.

Now they were in Andrew's car and driving to Paul's house. Lucy had still not come to terms with the events and revelations of the past few hours. She realised that her cosy world of wealth and privilege was falling apart but she felt determined to keep what ever she could and the house was top of her list.

Despite her dislike of Paul, Lucy always liked to look presentable when they were invited out. It was spring time and the sunshine had been pleasantly warm during the day. Lucy was wearing an expensive summer dress from her favourite designer. The material was pale blue silk and it was cut so that it flattered every feminine curve of her body. It had a 'V' neck, cut quite low and, as they pulled up in to Paul's driveway, she began to regret the revealing nature and knew he would be leering at her, trying to get a glimpse of her blue lace bra. She wore a lightweight coat over the dress to keep out the evening chill.

They parked the car and walked up the impressive driveway to the front door.

Paul was already waiting to greet them.

As they entered the huge house Paul said, "May I take your coats?"

Andrew took off his coat and Paul quickly helped Lucy take hers off. As he lifted her coat from her shoulders she immediately felt his gaze fix onto the front of her dress as he said, "beautiful dress Lucy, it really suits you."

He was taller than her and she could feel his eyes exploring the deep 'V' neck searching out her underwear.

"Please come in to the dining room," he continued, "the meal is ready."

They sat down and enjoyed a very pleasant meal and perhaps more wine than they should have had.

After the meal they were enjoying some coffee and still sitting round the table.

"So Andrew, said Paul, "have you spoken with Lucy yet about my proposition?"

Lucy turned swiftly to look at her husband, uncertain as to what this proposition was.

Andrew looked suddenly flustered as Paul continued, "oh, never mind I'll tell her."

"Tell me what?" Lucy said.

The room fell silent for an uncomfortable few seconds before Andrew said, "No Paul, I'll tell her."

Lucy was starting to feel annoyed and said, "Please, what ever it is that you are supposed to have told me, just tell me!"

She looked directly at her husband, watching the awkward and embarrassed expression on his face as he mumbled, "you know Paul has kindly taken over the mortgage on our house."

"Yes," said Lucy, you told me earlier.

"Well we need to work out a way of paying him," Andrew continued.

The room then went silent again as Andrew tried to find the courage to tell Lucy what Paul had in mind.

The silence was broken by Paul as he said, "Lucy, you already know what I do for a living.

I have been offered a very large sum of money to make a new film based on the collapse of the banking system."

Lucy looked puzzled, "I thought you made dirty films, skin flicks, and porno?"

"Oh, I like to think they are better than the general run-of-the-mill skin flick," replied Paul, "but yes that is exactly what I do."

"So why have they asked you to make a film about the collapse of the banking system?" she asked.

Paul looked at her, his eyes roaming over the thin silk covering the youthful curves of her breasts and said, "The collapse of the banking system is just the starting point of the film.

The reason they will pay me a huge amount of money which, by the way, will easily pay off your outstanding mortgage, is that the main story will feature a real banker and his young attractive wife.

An outline of the plot is that the banker has not only lost his job but also lost most of the life savings of his friends. He reaches an agreement where he pays them with all he has left; his wife."

"What do you mean pays them?" Lucy asks.

"You really don't get it yet do you Lucy," said Paul.

"The film will not be a fictional story. The film I am going to make will be sold to pay off all of your husbands friends who have lost their investments.

Lucy looked at Paul in disbelief as he continued, "You, Lucy will be the star of the film. Just think about it; one days work and the house will be yours."

Lucy immediately stood up and shouted, "You must be mad; both of you. You want me to be some slutty porno actress to satisfy the perverse desires of you and your friends? You can just forget it. It is never going to happen!

Come on Andrew, we're leaving right now."

She grabbed his arm and started to try and pull him up but he stayed where he was.

She continued to shout and scream at him to get up and take her home but he just sat there.

Eventually she quietened down and Andrew said, "Lucy, it is the only chance we have of keeping the house."

Paul then spoke saying, "Lucy, I know it must be a shock but at least just go away and think about it. It is the only way you are going to be able to pay off your husband's debts and keep the house.

"OK then, I'll think about it," she said, "but the answer will still be no!" 

With that she managed to grab Andrews arm again and persuade him to leave.

They drove home in silence. Lucy's mind was racing. She was furious that Andrew had not even had the courage to warn her in advance of his and Pauls Plan. She was also furious that they had even considered the plan in the first place.

They arrived home and walked into the house still without speaking.

Finally Lucy turned to Andrew and said, "Would you really want to see me used in that way with the whole event recorded for the titillation of other sad men to watch and masturbate while looking at me?"

Andrew was silent for a few seconds before looking at her and saying, "Actually, yes, I think I would find it very erotic."

Lucy just stared at him, rage filling her expression and said, "I'm going to have a long hot bath and hopefully wash away the feelings of disgust that you and Paul made me feel earlier.

She ran the bath and then locked her self in the bathroom before undressing. She reached behind and unzipped the silk dress allowing it to fall to the floor. As usual she watched herself in the full length mirror and liked the reflection she saw. The blue lace bra complimented the full roundness of her breasts. The matching blue lace panties fitted snugly faintly showing the outline of her labia.

As was becoming usual recently she started to imagine that she had a male audience watching her undress. The feeling was even stronger than usual. She reached behind and unfastened the bra and allowed the cups to fall away from her breasts as she lifted the straps clear of her shoulders. Her bra joined her dress on the floor and she once more gazed at her reflection.

Her breasts were not quite as firm as they were when she was eighteen but even so they still looked pretty good. She once more imagined that she was being watched. Male eyes were caressing her breasts and admiring her dark stiffening nipples. These were the feelings that always made her feel guilty later. The imagined audience always made her feel aroused. She stared again into the mirror, male voices in her head encouraging her to take off her panties. She imagined many pairs of eyes just like Pauls. She shuddered as she thought of it but yes, just like Pauls, roaming over her naked breasts and focusing now on the feminine bulge of her panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed them down over her thighs. She watched in the mirror as her neatly trimmed pubic hair peaked over the top in a narrow strip.


The Banker's Wife Ch. 01



I can't remember much about how I got here, I do remember the hand which grabbed me from behind. I didn't even have time to think about screaming, it was just so quick. The hand around my waist, and the one covering my mouth with some sort of cloth, seemed to belong to someone really big. I did struggle and fight as best I could, but whoever the man was, he was much stronger than me. I could feel his heavy breathing in my ear, and his grunts seemed to have such determination in them, reaching behind me and kicking at him just seemed a pathetic gesture. 

He held me tight and walked a few paces back, and then twisted round. My feet didn't even touch the pavement. I was thrown onto a mattress in the back of a van. It all happened so quick, to quick to hope anyone had noticed. The guy shouted, "Go, go, go," and the last thing I remember before I lost consciousness, was the van door sliding forcibly into place, the screech of wheels on the tarmac, and a big black hand covering my mouth.

How long I was out for I don't know. I came round in a small room with no windows and just one solitary door. I was tied with my hands behind me, and my legs together, tied above my knees, and bound again lower down at my ankles. My throbbing head was still I suppose, hurting because of the foul smelling drug on the cloth. I flicked my head to get my hair out of my eyes, and wished I hadn't, a sharp pain stabbed through me. I pushed myself up and shuffled back against the headboard. Even that was a struggle and caused me to pant heavily. 

My thought process hadn't really kicked in, by that I mean I was still dazed and very confused. All I knew was I had been kidnapped, and as I took a deep breath, I knew for those in my position, it was always a possibility. 

Slowly I began to focus on my surroundings. There was no pillow on the stained mattress, and no covers. The room was dank, and faded green painted walls were bare in places down to the bricks, and this gave me an even bigger chill. 

The ceiling was a dirty white, almost yellow, with plaster hanging down, and home to countless cobwebs. Looking to the foot of the bed was the door. It looked like it had been painted brown in the distant past. It had an old fashioned black door knob that looked liked it was askew to how it should have been. Next to it was a key hole, and that's when I started to feel tears in my eyes. My head slowly tipped back until it rested on the wall, and I stared at the bare light bulb until it hurt my eyes. 

There wasn't a single sound, no traffic, no every day sounds which you think are annoying and try and blot out, and no way of knowing if it was night or day. I looked at the small table next to the bed, and the wooden chair, which looked just as old as the table, but it looked sturdy. I guess it was made some time ago, when the craftsmen took pride in their work, and didn't churn out the assembly line furniture they do now.

My bag was on the table, it was on its side. Some of the contents had spilled onto the floor. I don't suppose for one second my phone would be there. I leaned over to my left. And on the bare wooden floor I saw my lipstick, my mints, my bottle of sleeping pills, and my purse. The purse was open and all the credit cards, and my driving licence had gone, the purse was just an empty shell, a thought which chilled me again.

20 minutes later I heard foot steps on stairs, so I assumed I was upstairs. I cowered back against the headboard. My breathing which I tried to keep under control, now decided it wouldn't do that, panting and fear took over any actions or thoughts of remaining calm. 

As the key went into the other side of the lock I was aware of how much I was trembling. I watched the door handle twist, in a sort of oval movement due to it being off centre, that's when I closed my eyes and prayed. 

The door creaked open and light shone through from the other side, from a much more powerful light than in the room I was being held prisoner in. I saw the light being obstructed by a figure, and I pressed myself against the metal rails of the headboard, until I could feel each individual bar against my back. 

Three figures moved in the room and surrounded the bed. My eyes shot from one to the other as they just stared down at me. I slowly curled my legs back, until they were tucked to my side. "How are you feeling, Mrs Summers?"

I gasped and my eyes shot to the one who spoke. I wanted to be brave and speak, but my trembling mouth wouldn't let any words out, so I just nodded, which was a little frantic, and full of fear in itself. All three men wore green overalls which looked brand new. They all wore shoes of the same sort, and they all wore full ski masks, with just holes for eyes and their mouths. The biggest one who had spoken and I guess he was the one who dragged me into the van, spoke again.

"Sylvia, isn't it?"

Again I nodded, still a little frantic, but not as much. I cringed back again as he sat on the bed. His big black hand reached out, and I cowered turning my head away from him, as if it would make him disappear. I shuddered slightly as he gently moved my hair from my face. 

"Don't hurt me," came from my mouth, in a whimpering panicking tone.

"Shush, all you have to do is be a good girl, and cause us no problems. You do understand that, don't you?"

How could I tell him I would be good, enough to make him understand. I just nodded, and gulped, as he moved my hair off my face again. 

"Good, now tomorrow, your husband is going to unlock the safe for us. He doesn't know it yet, in fact I doubt if he'll know you are missing until later. You haven't had a text from him, but you've had one from Jill, who is she?"

"She's, my, my friend."

"Okay, I sent her back a message, saying you are looking forward to the party she mentioned in the text. So, if hubby does as he's told, there is no reason to miss the party."

I nodded, only this time I was a little calmer. The party was in four days, and I was looking for anything to grab a lifeline out of this horrifying situation. My eyes flicked to the other two men, I think just to gain some reassurance that what the big black man was saying was true. They just looked down on me.

"Now, it's nearly 3 o'clock," the black guy nodded to the middle sized white man, "he'll be staying with you while we go and tell your husband what is going to happen, and when we get the money, tomorrow we'll tell him where he can find you."

He tipped his head as my expression changed.

"What is it Sylvia, why the worried look?"

"It's Saturday today, the bank isn't open tomorrow."

He laughed, and then so did the other two. 

"No, what I mean is, the safe is...on a timer, it, it won't open until next week."

The three men shot looks at each other, and the silence between them seemed to be building to some sort of confrontation. The black man looked back at me. His hard brown eyes stared into mine through the ski mask.

"Are you telling me the fucking safe won't open until Monday?" 

His words were calm, but the threatening tone of being let down was simmering underneath. My shaking had returned, how could they not have planned for this? And how would they take my next statement? 

"It, it, it's a bank holiday, the timer won't release until, until..."

"Tuesday?" he growled.

I shook my head, "No...Wednesday."

I cowered as the three men started yelling at one another. The thin man paced up and down, and the middle sized man threw his fist against a wall. Eventually the big man calmed the other two down, but I knew they were still angry. The middle sized man lunged at me grabbing me hard by the shoulders. His face was inches from mine, and I could smell his fag stained breath until I turned away. 

"Look, you better not be shitting us lady. Why the fuck is it not opening on Tuesday?"

"Because dumb ass Tuesday is a fucking holiday too," The thin man snapped.

I was thrown back against the headboard. The middle sized man pulled off the bed and spun round, "Well we burn the fucking thing open then," he snarled.

"We can't it's too fucking thick."

"Well we do it now then."

"Don't be an ass we'll never get there in time."

"Shut up...just shut the fuck up, and let me think......Sylvia, how do we override the timer?"

"You, you can't, the guy who designed it lives in south America....the bank doesn't know how to override the timer, you have to go through head office, and the police are informed."

"That's bullshit, what if there's a fire, and they have to get the money out quick?"

"My husband told me the walls are concrete and 4 feet thick, and they will withstand most fires."

"Oh no, I'm not having this, there must be some way to open the fucking thing. Anyway she doesn't work at the bank anymore, why the fuck would she know?"

"Shut up," the black guy growled at the middle sized man, "she used to work there as you said, so what she says maybe true." 

"That's what we were told. My husband doesn't know how to get passed the timer. The only way is to phone the designer."

"Lady I'm getting sick of you. Let's just tell her husband we'll do her in if he doesn't open the fucking safe," the middle sized man said, as he took a step towards me.

"No, we wait until Wednesday."

More arguing went on, until the thin man and the middle sized man stormed out. The big black man sat on the bed again. 

"You won't.....I mean...."

"Sylvia, I'll be checking that everything you've told me is true, and I can find out. So don't worry, nobody is going to kill you....unless what you have told me is a lie." 

"I swear it's the truth, I wouldn't lie about it, I swear, please, please believe me."

"Calm down...now, someone will bring you some food later, just be a good girl. Oh and don't bother screaming, you're out in the country, and the nearest house is 6 miles away."

"I need to....pee, please."

"Okay, I'll get someone to take you to the loo."

The middle sized man came back in and untied me. Downstairs I could hear the thin man talking to the black guy. The thin guy sounded jumpy and nervous, and was obviously worried about the plan they had not working.

For the first time I tried to focus on what the middle sized guy looked like. He still had the green overalls on and the ski mask, but I could see a hint of bushy grey eyebrows, his teeth were stained slightly, and his lips looked a dull pink colour. There were age spots on the back of his hands, and as he untied me I could see he bit his finger nails. He was about 5' 5" tall, and the overall he was wearing bulged around his large stomach. Where the black guy was big he was well proportioned, but this guy, the oldest I think, was fat. 

He grabbed my arm and marched me out of the room, across the wooden floorboard landing to the end. He opened a door and pushed me inside. I rubbed my wrist and looked back at him. He just stood there with his arms folded. 

"Would, would you shut the, the door, please?" I stammered.

"Lady, just take a piss," he spat nastily in a northern accent.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and licked my lips nervously, "Well, could you turn your back?"

"Lady, I tied you up. Under that expensive grey suit you've got black stockings on, blue suspenders, and matching fancy blue knickers that cost more than I earn in a week. If I've got to baby sit you on and off for the next few days, just pray I don't get bored...now take a piss...before you wet yourself."

As I lifted my skirt he slowly turned away from me, chuckling. The thought of those men looking at me, looking at my underwear filled me with disgust. I'm used to guys leering at me, but those guys usually have control of themselves, and the ones I can't see can't get at me, because I'm usually behind glass.

I flushed the toilet and adjusted my skirt. Cursing myself for wearing one a little shorter than normal, but I had a reason to be wearing my best underwear, my sexiest stockings and my 4" high heels. Also in my bag, in the zip compartment was a pack of condoms. Earlier I could see the zip was closed, I don't think my captors bothered to look in it, well I'm pretty sure they didn't, if they had I would have been questioned not only about the condoms, but about a second mobile phone, which I've always kept on silent. 

"Do you have to tie me up? I mean I can't get out, I won't give you any trouble, I swear." 

The fat middle sized guy looked at me, "Sorry, but I'll have to....shoes on or off?"

"Off, please.....but I've got a bad shoulder. Could you cuff my hands in front of me, please?"

He thought for a moment, "Okay, I guess you can't do anything."

I watched him snap the cuffs on my wrists, "Thank you," I said, and then realised how ridiculous that sounded, thanking him for cuffing my hands in front of me.

His hands picked my left ankle from the bed, and slowly, perhaps too slowly, he pulled my shoe off.

"These are expensive," he mumbled, as he removed my right shoe.

I watched him staring at my shoes, and then back to my ankle, which he still had hold of. His fingers traced over the gold anklet underneath my stocking. 

"These stockings are very fine too, good quality, my wife doesn't wear anything like these...hell she doesn't wear stockings, just tights. Does your old man like stockings?"

His rough hand travelled slowly up my calf, until I jerked my leg away. He laughed and then shook his head. In one quick motion he yanked my legs together and wound the rope round. 

"There, all tied together....roll over on your side so I can get the other rope, you're lying on it."

I rolled over away from him and he pulled the rope out. 

"Pease don't do, do that," I stuttered as his hand slowly caressed my backside. 

I looked over my shoulder and watched him lick his lips through the opening in his ski mask, as he squeezed a handful of my ass, and massaged it a little. Slowly his hand drew away over my hip, and his fingers traced down the suspender strap hidden under my skirt. He chuckled, and then looked into my eyes, winked, and then chuckled again. 

"Now put your hands up."

I watched him tie the rope through the cuffs and then up onto the bars. For one brief moment I had hope of managing to untie the rope at some point when it was quiet. That hope faded as he took the two ends, and then tied them down, presumably to the legs of the bed.

"You know, maybe I should have tied your legs apart," he chuckled dirtily and I winced and stiffened as hand rested on my knee.

He drew away and walked to the door. I just wanted him to leave so I could let out a huge sigh of relief. 

He looked back to me, "Hey lady, relax, just pray my dick doesn't overrule my brain, or would you like that?"

For the first time I fought back with words back, "Go to hell."

He chuckled again, "That's not very nice. I bet your fans wouldn't like to hear that, although I guess, half of them only watch because they are hoping to get a glimpse up your skirt." 

This time his laugh was full blown, probably because of the way my face screwed up at the thought of him leering up my skirt. The tears started to fall as his footsteps became fainter as he went down the stairs. I couldn't think of what he had done to me without feeling sick. 

Last night I had spent ages in the bath, preparing myself for Duncan. I even fingered myself knowing that we would spend the afternoon in a hotel room. 

I didn't plan to cheat on my husband, but when he lost interest in me sexually, having a young cute guy flirting with me became a thrill. Hence the condoms, the secret phone, and the sexy underwear, midnight blue panties, bra, and suspender belt, glossy black stockings and high heels, just the right thing for keeping a 20 year old guy interested in a 33 year old woman. A woman most people think is a little snobbish, I am I guess. I'm the wife of a bank manager, and as his wife I have to maintain certain standards. I know that sounds daft because I have cheated on him, but it only happened recently. 

The middle sized man was right, the shoes and clothes I had on cost more than he makes in a week. Knowing a man like that has dared put his hands on me, and has seen up my skirt just adds to the disgust. If I passed him on the street I wouldn't give him a second glance, and that is with not knowing what he looks like. I'm used to getting leered at because of the men I entertain with my husband, as the bank manager's wife. So turning a blind eye, to the odd wandering hand, on my ass, or thigh, goes with the territory, My husband Neil knows it goes on, he told me about certain men, certain rich men, who I would do well to just ignore any such behaviour from them, as long as they didn't go too far. Some of them are good looking so it isn't that difficult, some of them were horrid drooling men, who try to embarrass me when my husband goes to the toilet in a fancy restaurant. I just put up with being told how nice and big my breasts are, or asked if I'd like a position in a guy's company. 

One Arab gentleman and I use that term loosely, asked Neil and me on his yacht for a weekend. We went, and I spent the weekend fending him off, we still got the contract, even after he asked my husband, what price he would take for me. My husband told him where to go, and the Arab turned it into a joke, but I know the Arab guy was serious. Photos appeared of me in a bikini on the Arab's boat. They even made the front page of newspaper. There I was laid out on the boat, with the Arab man rubbing sun cream on my back. The paper neglected to say my husband was on the boat, until inside the front page.

Yes I'm terrified, in case something goes wrong, but I can cope with a lot more yet.....hopefully. My eyes look over to my bag. Somehow I have to get to the phone, my sex phone. Right now, I'll take any abuse from my husband about me having a lover, which would be more tolerable than spending the next few days locked up in here, praying things go right. We've been through a sticky patch before, and I managed to convince my husband it was just the newspapers making something out of nothing. 

I shuffled across the bed, I strained and I grunted. I even swung my legs over to hook them in the bag handle. I still had to figure out how to open the zip and get the phone to my hands, but I was desperate. 

The cuffs dug in a little to my wrists, but hell would freeze over first before I gave up. The only thing that stopped me was the footsteps on the stairs. I swung my legs back on the bed, and shuffled up, hoping my skirt would stay in the same place and cover my stockings tops, it didn't. As the key turned in the lock, I knew a few inches of stocking top would be visible.

Even though the fat man had a ski mask on, I could see him stop and smile at the sight before him. 

"Are you trying to tease me lady?" he asked with a sick tone in his voice. 

"My, my legs have gone numb. I've got pins, pins and needles. I was just....well exercising, a bit."

I watched him pick up my bag, and he threw it next to me on the bed, to make way for the plate, with something almost indescribable on it, which he placed on the table. I told myself not to look at my bag, so as not to draw attention to it. He untied the rope from the cuffs, and pulled me up into a more sitting position. 

"It's a microwave meal, some sort of stew," he announced.

I shuffled my legs over the side of the bed and under the table, I lifted my backside off the bed and tugged my skirt down as best I could, which caused him to chuckle. He handed me a plastic spoon. 

"Do you have to tie me up like that again?" I mumbled, just before I took a mouthful.

"Yep," he replied. 

I was aware of my bag resting against my hip. Even though it was so close to me I couldn't possibly get to my phone before he stopped me. My first hope of not being tied up like that again had been dashed. Still I had another plan.




The Banker's Wife Ch. 01



"May I have a drink please?"

He lent forward as a second mouthful entered my mouth.

"Well I'll see if I can find some wine, red or white?" he spat sarcastically.

"Could I have a cup of tea, please?"

He was about to snarl something at me, but he stopped himself, "Okay, I'll get you a drink. Just don't be stupid."

I was going to back chat him, but I needed him out of the way just for a few minutes, so I could send Duncan a text. I didn't watch him leave I carried on eating. He left the door open, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched until his head went down the stairs out of sight. 

Frantic fingers fumbled with the zip in my bag. Even though my hands were relatively free, I still struggled because of the hand cuffs. I sat there with trembling fingers holding a shaking phone to my ear. Sending Duncan a text was my first thought, but I had to speak to him directly, he had to know how frightened I was. When the connection was made and the ringing tone hit my ear, both my legs started jerking with a rapid impatient movement. After the third double tone and no answer, I began cursing to myself, "Answer the phone Duncan...answer the phone...just fucking answer it... oh god where the fuck are you?!" I urgently mumbled. 

My eyes turned heavenwards as the answer phone cut it. I waited with all the patience of a kid staring at Christmas presents waiting to be opened, while the stupid woman's voice started on about how I could, record my message, and after hitting a button I could hear it back, and after hitting another button, I could rerecord a new fucking message! 

I jumped a mile when the man called from down the stairs, "Hey Lady, do you take sugar?"

My words got caught as if time had stood still for a second, finally I blurted out, "No, thank you." 

I heard his shoe on the stair, and cursed myself for saying no sugar, because he had the bloody cup in his hand! If I had said yes he would have had to go back to get some. I hit the red phone button ending the call, just as the beep went to leave the message. I threw it into my bag and it missed! I reached across and picked it up as his head came into view. Luckily his head was down, so he didn't see me throw it for the second time. By the time he looked up I was digging the spoon in the food again. 

"Sorry, we don't do fresh tea it's from a flask...lady why are you trembling so much?"

"I, I don't know, maybe because the shock is wearing off or something," I offered.

"I'm going for a pee... so eat it up and drink your tea. Then I'll tuck you in for the night. I guess you'll want a piss too?"

I nodded. 

The fat man didn't close the door when he went to the loo. Normally it would infuriate me, listening to a guy peeing in the toilet water, but it gave me a gage of how much time I had. The phone was pressed to my ear again as the peeing went on. Duncan's phone was now fucking engaged! I threw my phone back into my bag as the loo flushed. The fat man stood in the door way and stretched. The overall went even tighter round his body, which I thought would be impossible. He stood watching me eat and drink, as he talked about how rich they were going to be, while I sat contemplating snapping the spoon and sticking it in his eye! No I'd never do that, although maybe if I could get away it would be worth it.

As he came down from another stretch he stopped mid way. His eyes focused on the bed, and my bag!

He walked over and picked the bag up, "Hey what's this then?"

I closed my eyes in fear as he bent next to me. Now I was in trouble, now he had spotted my second phone. I jumped as something trailed over my face, something small. He laughed and then told me to open my eyes.

"Who is a dirty lady then?" he said, and chuckled again.

My eyes looked down to what he was trailing over my mouth. He pushed the foil packet gently in my mouth and tipped his head sideways.

"Condoms, you dirty bitch...you know if you want a fuck, I'm not wearing one of those."

That thought chilled me, I said, "I, I, was looking for my mints....but they are there, on the floor."

He turned his head to look behind him. He still held my bag in his hand, but behind him. My eyes opened wide as a faint blue glow emanated from my phone in the bag. He bent down picking up the mints as the blue glow dimmed, and then brightened a little. By the time he had straightened up the glow had gone. Every part of my body was frozen apart from the thumping in my chest. 

He took a mint and threw my bag on the floor. Further out of reach from the bed. At least it landed with the top away from where it could be seen. He took me to the toilet, and then back to the room and tied me up again. I lay on my side this time facing my bag, just staring at it, unable to reach it, unable to answer it, and unable to reach the outside world. For a few moments my heart sank, maybe I would just have to sit tight and hope their plans would go well, if not for them, at least for me. 

The fat man walked out, but this time he didn't shut the door. A few hours later he came back with a blanket.

"Thank you," I managed to say, despite all my attempts of reaching anyone lying in tatters.

"There is only one blanket."

My eyes opened as he took off his shoes.

"What, are you doing?"

"Lady...it is cold, so I thought we could use our body heat to keep each other warm. Now budge up."

Tears filled my eyes, and fear filled my stomach, as he got in behind me and pulled the blanket over us both!

"Oh my god," I whimpered.

He chuckled close by my ear, "Now lady, we keep this bit of fun between you and me. I'm sure you've jerked off a few guys in your time, and I guess you know guys jerk off thinking about you. So that's all you have to do, jerk me off into the condom....and if you don't, well, that stuck up tight pussy of yours might just get a visitor."

"You're disgusting...what if I tell your friends about this?" I sniffled.

"Then I just as well get my money's worth, and fuck you all night, now what's it to be, a hand job, or me fucking you until daylight?" 

I cringed as his tongue licked up the back of my neck. Slowly my handcuffed hands started jerking his cock behind me into the condom.

The feel of rubber on a cock is one I don't particularly like. The feel of rubber on the cock of a guy I don't like, makes me shudder with shame, humiliation, and despair. Right now I'd rather be cold than have his bulk pressed against me, his heavy breathing on my neck, and his little sick groans in my ear.

This man wouldn't stand a chance to get near me in normal circumstances. In fact I'd be horrified if he even winked at me in the street. But here I am, jerking his cock and praying he comes quickly. Here I am with my hands cuffed behind my back, in exactly the right place for his sick needs. What I'm doing is bad enough, but having him kiss my ear and whisper how he'd loved to shag my ass off, well, it just turns my stomach even more!

"You know, I don't really know much about you, but hey, the young guy says you're a prick tease. He got the idea from you, you just blurted out your husband was a bank manager on that program. I bet you wish you had never started on the telly now. I bet you wished you had just stayed working in the bank with your hubby....oh tears Sylvia, well don't worry....just keep your mouth shut about this, and my dick stays out of your cunt."

Normally I love being kissed behind my ear, but right now his gross slug like tongue makes me shiver to the bone. My hands are going as fast as they can. I just want him to come quickly and get this over with.

"Oh no...don't do that," I whimper, as his hand goes in the opening of my blouse. 

"Not long lady....not long...ah there it is.....I do like a handful of tit when I'm getting wanked." 

Under the blanket his fingers wriggled their way in my bra. His hand opened and then closed on my breast. He squeezed and pulled, as he moaned and groaned. 

As he starts to come, I can't stand it anymore, I dig my nails in....at first he grunts a little like what I'm doing is making him uncomfortable. Then he realises, and that's when he pushes on my back trying to get away. He yelps as I grit my teeth and squash my fist as tight as I can round his cock. He curses and finally pulls out of my grasp and jumps off the bed. He yanks me up by my hair and is about to spit a thousand swear words right in my face, but slowly he gains control.

He pulls a rope through the cuffs, and pulls it tight. He then fastens it to the headboard rails. He looks down at my worried expression, still panting heavily from the pain and the effort he put in to tying me up so quickly. Then he picks up his shoes, opens, and then slams the door behind him. 

Whether or not I did the right thing, I don't know, but I just couldn't cope with him touching me, but at least it got him off me. I wriggle around trying to cover myself with the blanket, hoping to get some sleep, but dreading what the next day will bring. 



The Banker's Wife Ch. 02



Thanks to Sam for your help.

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I don't know what time it was when the door opened. I was just glad to see it was the thin guy and not the fat guy coming in with a bag of food. The black man came in behind him, and they stood looking at me for a moment. My sobbing began to start again

"Mrs Summers I told you to just relax."

"Just keep that animal away from me," I sobbed.

The two men looked at each other, and the black man stormed out. I heard shouting from down the stairs, and then something smashed. I heard the fat man yelp in pain, and then it went quiet. 

The thin man sat on the bed, "What did he do?"

I shook my head not wanting to think about it, let alone talk about it. I jumped as the black man quickly entered the room. I saw his clenched fist with a graze on his knuckle. He calmed himself and sat on the bed.

"Sylvia, don't worry, he won't touch you again," the black guy said softly, "we've been to see your husband. He understands what he has to do."

My tears started falling again and I couldn't stop sobbing. Last night I had cried for Neil, he would be worried sick. 

The black man continued, "Sylvia, it'll be over in a few days, just keep it together and things will be a lot easier for everyone...now our 4th member is with your husband. Someone will be with him all the time. Now eat your breakfast, oh we've brought you a change of clothes, towels, that sort of thing. You didn't have much in the way of, well, everyday clothing."

I sniffed back a tear, "There's not much there in the flat, we only use it as a base for work. I only have clothing and things which I wear for work."

"Yes, your husband explained that."

"How is he?" I sobbed again.

The black man sighed like he was starting to lose patience with me, but he took a breath to calm himself, "He's okay, he's worried about you and he sends his love. But like I said, he knows what he has to do. Now we've decided to change things, because we have to keep you here for a few more days."

I was crying again at that thought. 

"Sylvia," the thin man spoke this time, "Sylvia, you are allowed downstairs, and we won't tie you up again, well not if you behave, do you understand?"

I nodded, but still couldn't stop sobbing. What was the point of not keeping me tied up, I didn't want to be here at all, okay so I could walk around the house, but I was still being held against my will. Something else worried me, something that had caused me to stop and think as soon as the door swung open. I was frightened to ask but for some reason I couldn't hold back.

"Why, aren't you wearing your ski masks?"

The black man spoke again, "When this is over we'll be long gone, you'll never see us again, we'll be out of the country when we let your husband know where you are. You have to trust us on this."

"Sylvia, we are trying to make this easy for you," the thin man added.

"Then keep that bloody pig away from me!"

"He won't touch you again...I'll be staying here tonight, you can call me Driver, it's not my real name."

"Why do you think I would want to call you anything?!" I spat.

"Fuck, just lock her in...I told you it was a stupid idea," the black man hissed.

Both men started to leave, and quickly I realised if I was going to get out of here, I needed to gain their trust, and I needed to be on the other side of the door, out of this room, "Okay wait...please wait, I'll be good."

The black man looked at the young guy. Driver, as he wanted to be known, couldn't have been more than 20. 

"Okay, but she is your responsibility, any fuck ups and you're the one who gets the thumping, Driver," the black man said, adding the name like he couldn't believe he was playing along with what the young guy had obviously suggested.

I ate breakfast even though it had gone cold. All the time I was thinking of how to escape. The door was left open and I was now untied. All three men were now downstairs, and my mind was being drawn to my phone. The one thing that I didn't know was where I was being held, which was a major flaw in my plans to get help. Also my phone hadn't been on charge for a few days, so I would have to think carefully before using it. I decided to switch it off, just as footsteps came up the stairs. I stood there watching the black man coming up, knowing my phone was now tucked away in my bag behind the zip. 

"Come on downstairs," he mumbled.

I found it difficult to look in the men's faces, but the burst lip on the fat guy's face gave me a little satisfaction, but only until he winked at me. 

"Come on," the Blackman said to the fat guy, then he turned to Driver as if as an after thought, and he said, "don't take the cuffs off her. If she tries anything, lock her up again."

The two men left and Driver locked the door behind them. The downstairs wasn't as bad as the room I had been locked up in, but it was still furnished in an old style. I looked at the sleeping bag on the discoloured flowery patterned couch. Driver saw me looking at it and jumped up to move it, like in doing so it would please me. 

"How long has that been there?" I asked distantly.

"Rough slept in it last night...the fat man, that's the name I gave him not his...."

"I know, not his real name."

"We brought a kettle and fresh milk, some tea and coffee, and crisps and snacks. We never expected to be here long...we, well I packed some clothes for you, and your husband said you'd need fags...so I bought you some."

There was something strange about Driver, it was almost like he wanted to please me, well he could do that by letting me go, but I don't think he would go that far. 

"What name did you give the black man?"

"Rider," he said as he put the kettle on.

"Those are strange names, are they to do with cars, or motor bikes?"

He chuckled, "No, I thought you'd get it straight away."

I smiled as I picked up a pack of cigarettes, "You mean Ryder, with a Y, very clever."

I opened the case containing my clothes. On the top was my now famous red dress. Why that dress, why not another one? There was only one answer. I closed the case before he came back from the kitchen with two cups. I sat on the old chair and crossed my legs. His eyes flicked to my thighs briefly. 

"Oh mind the trap down there. We've got mice out here."

I pulled my feet to the side, away from the rat trap, but still kept my legs crossed.

"So why did you call yourself Driver?"

"Because I'm like a Driver, I'm the first one out, the one that can go longer."

"And Ryder, how did he get his name?"

"He was born in America, and moved here. I thought that was fitting, and Rough well, because he is."

"So you watch a lot of golf then?" I asked sipping my tea.

"Not much, but I like it when you host it...because you are, well not as boring as the usual stiffs."

"Do you really think you'll get away with this?"

His face dropped a little, but he quickly returned to that stupid grin. Yeah, Eagle, the fourth guy has it all planned. In a couple of days they get the money, and then a hour later they pick me up and we fly off, and then phone your husband and let him now where to pick you up."

"And what if something goes wrong, say they don't pick you up, you'll be stuck here. Why have they chosen you to be here when they get the money?" 

He fidgeted in the chair opposite me, "Nothing will go wrong."

"You can't just walk into an airport with bags of money and jump on the nearest plane."

"We don't need to, Eagle owns a plane."

I sipped more of the tea.

"Anyway, I've already decided what I'm going to do with my share. I'm going to buy a fast fucking car, and then send a video to my mates, of me, burning up some foreign road...they'll be fucking jealous...hell I'll even light a cigarette with a load of cash and give them the finger."

"Do the rest know about your plans?"

"Yeah, they just laugh...like it's a big joke."

"Look, I don't think it's fair on you."

He looks at me like I'm mad. 

"What, what are you on about?" 

"So you stay here while they get the money, and wait for them to pick you up?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Okay, maybe nothing...but you buying a flash car, videoing it then sending your friends the video, and lighting cigarettes with £50 notes, how long do you think it will be before one of your, jealous, friends hands the video to the police?"

"Look I'm not stupid...I'm going to be clean away by then....abroad somewhere hot. Why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Do you honestly think the rest of your gang are going to let you do that? Your face will be all over the papers, the car will be all over the papers, and I don't think your gang will let that happen...in fact, I don't think they have any intention of coming back here. When they have the money they'll be long gone, even before you've worked it all out. So then what, how long before you let me go, a few hours, a few days, before the penny drops and you realise I'm right?"

"No, no they won't do that, they won't."

"Oh is it an honour amongst thieves' thing? My god, they kidnapped me, and that fat asshole almost raped me. They will be sunning their backs by some pool, and you'll be the one who takes all the blame....they are laughing at your plans, because no way in the world would they let you do that."

Slowly his stupid grin falls from his face, as the cogs in his brain start spluttering and turning. I stub out a cigarette and take another breath.

"Look, it's not your fault all of this...help me get away, and I tell the police you got bullied into helping them...I can really make a difference to what happens to you. Trust me."

"It was all my idea....I was the one who suggested it, about kidnapping you because your husband was the bank manager." 

Driver's voice was soft and I could see he was thinking back to whatever he told them to start with.

Over the next few hours I topped up his mind with little things, with thoughts about why it was him they intend to leave guarding me. 

To start with he gets angry with me, but slowly over the passing hours, I can see him thinking about what I've said, a little more seriously. 

"Who keeps sending you messages?"

"My girlfriend, she wants to see me tonight, but I'm supposed to be staying with you."

"Does she know about this?"

"God no, she thinks I'm working at the factory."

"And, what happens when you get the money, will you send for her?"

"Nope, I'm going to have a babe on each arm, a classy babe....like you."

"Driver, it's not too late. Trust me, I'll help you...all we have to do is run and find someone on the road. I'm sure you love your girlfriend really, wouldn't it be good to just forget all of this and go back to normal?"

He looked at his watch, "No they'll be back soon....besides she is a little ordinary."

He goes back to sending her another text, and then finally he puts his phone down.

"Sylvia, those photos of you going in the hotel room last year, with..."

"With Brian, after he won the golf tournment?"

"Yeah....you stayed in his room, for 3 hours so the papers said."

"It was two hours, and his manager and a few others were there too, and my husband knew about it. Brian asked me back for a few drinks, along with the others. I phoned Neil and told him what I was doing. Driver, you do believe me, don't you?"

"Well, it's just that, on that golf show, you always look so...sexy. It's just the way you tease the camera."

I cross my legs and smile, "Like that you mean?"

"God yeah, I mean, surely you know about the videos of you, the leg and breast ones."

"Oh yes...do you watch them?"

He thinks for a while, too long.

"I guess you have, don't worry, I'm not cross."

"Yeah okay I do...I even sent you fan mail once, well twice, you sent a signed photo back, the one of you...."

"I know the one of me sat on the sports desk, with my crossed legs in the blue dress."

"Yeah, the one in those glossy tights, I mean they weren't stockings, you had so much thigh showing. I knew they must......."

He stopped when he saw me cross my legs again, this time I didn't bother adjusting my skirt. I just let it ride up exposing my stocking tops.

"Oh Christ, I like it when you, stroke your legs on the show."

"What like this?" I purr.

Slowly I run my painted nails from my thigh to my knee and back, like I've done on the show. Sometimes I look down while one of the guests is talking. I'll brush some imaginary dust or bits off my tights, just about 6 strokes back and forth, but I always look at my legs when I'm doing it, sometimes I smile a little, so all the men out there think I'm doing it just to tease them. 

"You know Driver sometimes I smile, so the viewers think I'm thinking about them. I think to myself, I've got an army of fans out there, and right now I'm teasing you all, look, on daytime television Sylvia Summers is stroking her legs, and grinning, because she knows you are watching, maybe, hopefully, in the chance to see up my skirt."

"So, you do those moves, on purpose?" he asks with a gulp.

"Driver, I've got to, there are other girls, younger girls who want my golf slot. I've got to make sure I get another 2 or 3 year contract. Don't you think I look so relaxed sat there, back in that chair, with that stupid clipboard that you all want moved off my knee? And wouldn't you like that coffee table out of the way, so you can see those high heels better? You know, I bounce my leg and twist my ankle just to keep the guys watching, to give them a reason to stay watching, as the experts say what was wrong or right or wrong about certain bits of play."

"I knew you did it on purpose."

I stare hard into his eyes, "You see you've got an erection. Driver, if you help me esacpe, I swear I'll help you. Not only that, when I'm safe, you and I could just have an hour, alone somewhere, what do you say? I could try a few new moves, see if they work, and see if you like them, if they get you hard. Just imagine while I slowly rub my hand down my legs and back again, you can jerk your cock. It'll be your own private show. You can sit on the floor, right in front of me. Help me Driver, and I'll do all of that and...I'll even let you....come on my legs, would you like Driver.....well?" 

His mouth is hanging open, and his face is red. I cross my legs again the other way, and slowly I put the palms on my skirt, and then slide them back up, until not only are my stocking tops, midnight blue suspender belt, and my white thighs showing, but my tiny little midnight blue panties too. 

"Well, don't you have fantasies about....coming....on my legs? I bet you'd be good at kissing them too. You could slip of my shoe, and I'd pretend to be hosting the golf show, while you kiss my feet, wouldn't you like that?" I purr. 

Driver's face is red, and I glance down at his hard cock, it just sticks up in his overalls.

"Get me out of here, and I'll show you how sexy I can really be."

The sound of tyres on the crunching gravel outside breaks the spell. Driver turns his head slightly, but still his eyes are fixed to my panties. Suddenly he jumps up and I pray he doesn't tell the others. I uncross my legs, and press them together, and then I straighten my skirt and change my expression from a sexy smouldering look, to the worried helpless kidnap victim. 

Driver doesn't mention anything to them, so hopefully I can work on him again later. They talk for a moment, and I slowly back away to the stairs.

"And just where the fuck are you going?" the black man asks.

"I need the toilet, and may I please have a bath and change?" 

He nods. I offer my cuffed wrists to Driver. I smile at him making sure the others don't see. The black guy grabs my arm and marches me up the stairs. 

"Driver will be staying with you tonight. Just have a bath and don't take too fucking long."

"I need my bag, please."

"Why?"

"Do I have to explain?" I ask raising my eyebrow.

"Okay, have a bath then you can, well, when you're in then room."

"I'd really like to do it in the bathroom, if you don't mind?"

"I'll get you one." 

He goes into the room and picks up my bag. 

"No wait, I forgot, I used the last one and I was going to get some on way home. I can probably do without now anyway, I've nearly finished."

"Jesus Christ lady. Okay, just go and have a bath, and if you're not out in 15 minutes I'll come and dry you myself." he turns and walks away and then looks back, "sorry we've got no bubble bath," he spits.

So once again I can't get to my bag, but at least I'm not really on my period. Anyway, with Driver here I may be able to side track him long enough to just switch my phone on and make a call. I know my phone won't have much life in it, so my plans have changed. I'll phone the police and if I can't talk to them, at least, they'll be able to track my phone or something. 

I hear Driver call to me that I've had long enough in the bath. I get out and dry myself and 5 minutes later I hear the car pull away. My mind is made up on what I'm going to do next. Driver is in for one heck of a shock!



The Banker's Wife Ch. 03



My black stockings are held up with my midnight blue suspender belt. My little matching panties just about cover my pussy, and my bra lifts and squeezes my breasts together, offering them, like I had originally intended for Duncan.

I stride out onto the landing in my high heels. I smile as I hear the bed creak. I know I have Driver now. It won't be long before I can convince him to get me out of here. I take a deep breath before I move in the doorway. My little red dress hangs open at the back. I put my arms under my hair lifting it. I take a step in the doorway, facing away from the door.

"I have a bad shoulder. Would you mind pulling the zip up please?"

I can imagine his little lost look, staring at the back of gaping dress. The back of my bra will be visible to him, as well my soft white skin. I hear him get off the bed, and take hold of the zip. I wait, letting him gaze at my bare back like I'm sure he's doing. 

Suddenly two hands slip quickly in my dress and come up grabbing my breasts. He squeezes and pulls them, and me, back into the bedroom.

"Well, it looks like you want a repeat of last night," Rough hisses in my ear, as his hands pulls me back against him. 

My brain races a million thoughts through my head, as I'm dragged to the bedroom and flung on the bed. I shuffle back against the headboard shaking my head as he licks his lips. 

"Wait...just wait a minute, please."

He stops and looks down on me, his eyes drop to my stocking tops and I slowly pull my dress down trying to cover them. 

"Well, I must admit Driver did say you were a tease on that show, he does talk a lot about you, hell he talks a fucking lot anyway. You know, he was going to be here tonight, but we can't run the risk of him being away from his girlfriend, she keeps sending him text messages. I guess you've noticed."

"What about your wife? Does she know about this?"

"Well what do you think? And don't try telling me how awful it would be for her if I got caught....you haven't got a clue what it's like having to scrimp and save just to make ends meet. Stand up and I'll do your dress up, and then we can have a nice cosy meal together, just you, and me." 

I feel his hands pulling the zip up, and a soft little chuckle comes from behind me. I wince as his right hand roams down over the curve of my ass.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you now, we've got all night, if you fancy a little fun, later."

He watches me move around kitchen, as I put another plastic tray of food in the microwave. 

I sit opposite him as he eats with all the manners of bear, which hasn't seen food for a few days. Now and then he looks at my breasts, covered by the tight red dress. He just stares, smiles, and then goes back to shovelling more food in his mouth. 

"So, did you have to get your tits out to get that job?"

At first I don't want to answer him, but as he opens the whisky bottle for the third time, I change my mind, "Let's just say, it helped a little to begin with."

"So, you fucked your way to the golf job then? Is that why you have the condoms in your bag?"

I nod, looking down like I'm ashamed of myself. He chuckles and seconds later it turns into a full blown laugh. Again the whisky bottle gets tipped in the plastic cup. 

"Does that amuse you then, me fucking my way to a job?"

He splurts out a little whisky, obviously not expecting the F word to come out of my mouth.

"Well, it does surprise me a little, but as Driver says, you are a fucking tease on the box, so I guess you'd stop a nothing to get what you want."

He starts chuckling to himself again, but more importantly he is drinking the whisky.

"Did Drvier tell you about me, going back to a hotel with a guy who won a tournament?" 

"Yeah, and that Arab guy, I saw that myself in the paper....so did you fuck him, did he offer you cash. They are rolling in it those Arab men; hey did he want something different?"

Again I look down, at my lap, "Yes he did, but I don't really want to talk about it."

"Oh come on, don't spoil my fun, I bet he wanted your ass...didn't he?"

Again I nod, but still keep my head down. His chuckling dies down a bit, almost like something else has entered his head.

"I'm a bit like you I guess, I did it for the money."

"Yeah, maybe you are like me. So if I was rich, and I offered you money, what would you do for me?"

"That isn't likely to happen."

"Oh yes it is, soon I'll have more money than you and hubby. So how much did the Arab pay for your ass?"

"He had to pay a hell of a lot more than he would have to pay for my....pussy."

I hear the metal top spinning off the bottle again, and then the glug of whisky as it hits the empty plastic cup. 

"And what if I want that pussy of yours, how much would I have to pay?"

"It's not going to happen. You don't have money."

"I will soon."

"So how much will you get?"

"We reckon we'll get between two and three million, each."

For the first time I look at him directly, "May I have some whisky, please?" 

"Sure, if you take your dress off," he says with a smirk.

I stare right in his eye the whole time, as I stand up, and start pulling the zipper down on the back of my dress. He has stopped shoving food in his mouth now; the fork is inches from his mouth, as his eyes watch my dress slide to the floor. I step out of it, move forward, and pick up the whisky bottle. I tip the bottle refilling his plastic cup. He just sits there, in silence with his mouth open. 

"Would you really pay me for sex?" I ask slowly.

His eyes roll down my body, like he is weighing up the very idea. 

"You know, I could just take what I want?"

I offer him the plastic cup.

"Yes, but wouldn't it be better to have me willing, so you can enjoy it?"

He licks his lips, and then takes a gulp of whisky. His movements aren't as confident, his face is questioning me, but as my hands pull the straps of my bra off my shoulders, I can see the idea appeals to him even more than he can hide.

I hold my bra cups on my breast.

"How much, how much would you pay for me?" I stammer. 

He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. He half grins and then stops himself. 

"You're just jerking me off, teasing like you do on the box. You don't mean....."

His words trail off as lower the cups of my bra. Both my nipples and full round breasts are free to his gaze. He lunges at me, but I move back out of his reach, just one step is enough to stop him.

"I want some whisky, and I want to know how much you'll pay?"

He downs what he has left in his plastic cup, and then reaches for the bottle. He pours whisky in two plastic cups.

"Okay I'll play your stupid game, how about £10,000 then?"

"How about I put my dress back on?"

He half laughs and then stops himself, "Okay, 20,000. Hey, where are you going?"

"To get a cigarette, it seems you have a long way to go if you think 20,000 pounds is going to be enough."

He starts laughing again. But soon stops as I return in front of him. My right hand is holding a cigarette, and my left hand slips into the waistband of my panties. His eyes watch my fingers moving between my legs, my panties are covering them like a glove. Rough is watching and sipping the whisky again. 

"£50,000, if we fuck," he mumbles, not able to take his eyes off my wiggling fingers. 

I suck on the cigarette, and blow a long slow column of smoke out.

"Now you're getting the hang of it, but it is still not enough though."

I pick up the plastic cup and take a small sip, and then I turn my back to him and ask, "Are my seams straight?"

As his eyes look down to the backs of my legs, I drop two of my sleeping pills into the cup, and then I place it back on the table.

"Finish your drink, and then get your cock out."

He tips the whisky down in one go. 

"£100,000 and you can fuck me."

"What makes you think you're worth that? I could buy 20 whores for that."

"Yes, but when you're sunning yourself sat on all that money. I guess you'll watch the telly now and then. Won't it be something to see me on the telly, knowing you've fucked me, as I sit there flashing my legs? You'll know all about my shaved pussy, you'll know what most men only can imagine is between my legs. You will have been there, and while I'm sat there and talking about a golfer who has put his ball in the rough, you'll know I can't avoid thinking about you."

My fingers are back in the front of my panties as I stand there, not breaking eye contact with him.

He swallows the last of his whisky and reaches for the now empty bottle. He recoils and his hand stretches across the table to my cup.

"That's mine," I say.

His hand retracts from the plastic cup. I can't afford to let him drink it just yet, I have to give the pills time to dissolve.

"You really are dumb, for someone who is on the telly. How do you think you can get the money out of me? I'll be long gone, and you'll look fucking stupid. You're more stupid than I thought. Fucking hell woman, you stand there fingering your pussy, oh please carry on there is no need to stop by the way, trying to get me all worked up, and I'll admit you did, but how the fuck were you going to get me to pay, I'll be long gone?"

"You miss the point. I know you are probably going to kill me. The money would be what you would have to pay in normal circumstances. I don't want to die, so if you promise to let me live, you can......fuck me."

He watches me and licks his lips.

"You know that Arab guy who paid for my ass?"

He nods.

"Well, he paid in advance, and never got what he wanted, I ran off. Obviously I can't run off from you, and that's why I'm making you the offer." 

I slip my panties down, and he just stares right between my legs and groans a little.

"I might just kill you anyway."

I kneel down in front of him, "Please don't kill me. The others won't know until it's too late."

I slide my hands slowly up his thighs. I start caressing his bulge through his overall.

"You don't know what it's like, standing on a balcony interviewing golfers, knowing the people down below are probably more interested in looking up my dress, than what I'm asking the golfers about. I stand there knowing they are trying to get a look at my panties," I pull open the poppers on his overalls and pull his hard cock out, "I read those things on the web too, about the men who want me, and what they want to do. When I make some remark, ask one of the guests something like, just how big do you think the golfer can get? I know I've got guys watching at home, and fantasising that I'm talking about the golfer's dick."

I stand up and slide my pussy over Rough's cock. Inside I'm shuddering, but I try my best to keep it from Rough. I try to smile at him, but it isn't easy. Sliding my pussy up and down his cock I'm aware of the light lust filled grunts coming from his mouth. There he is enjoying it, while all I can think about is how I'm contaminating myself on his cock.

"Please don't kill me," I whisper softly.

I feed him my left nipple and it takes him a few seconds, but eventually he starts pinching and pulling it with his teeth. 

"You won't kill me, will you?" I ask softly, as my pussy bounces slowly up and down on Rough's hard cock as he sits in the chair.

"Well, maybe....I could....tell the rest....I, I thought I had."

"Thank you, you won't regret it," I say and lean forward pressing my breasts back in his face.

I pick up the whisky and pull back a little from Rough. I hold the cup to his lips, he starts drinking but not quickly enough. I start squeezing my pussy around his cock. The plastic cup gets tipped further, and the whisky is soon racing down his throat. I just have to keep it up for a few more minutes. I turn his head to the side, and encourage him to rest it on my big breasts. I can put up with the tongue flicking over my nipple, if he just relaxes a little more until the pills take effect.

For 5 minutes I watch his eyes blinking, each time they take longer to open. I go to stand up, but he holds my tits pulling them back down.

"I want to make it good for you. I want to suck you for awhile," I purr.

He smiles a little, but it is a sort of vacant smile, far away. I can see he's fighting now, but he isn't sure what yet, but soon he will work out that I've done something.

Finally I'm free of him and his cock. Now it is dawning on him big time that it isn't just the whisky which is making him feel drowsy. I don't get on my knees. I stand back watching him, nervously.

Several times when he opens his eyes I have moved. His head follows me, but the movement is slow and jerky. His slips forward off the chair and onto his knees. 

"Why don't you lay down, and sleep it off, you can dream of fucking me."

He slumps forward, and then forces himself back up right, "You fucking....bitch."

I smile as his torso drops to the floor again. His eyes are heavy and he fights to keep them open. Finally his head rolls to the side on the worn out carpet. 

I take a deep breath and slip my dress back on. I rush upstairs and grab the handcuffs. When I get back down the stairs Rough is still fighting the sleeping pills. I sit down on the floor, brace my back against the old couch, and then push Rough over onto his stomach with my feet. I grab his left hand and snap one part of the handcuff on his wrist, but then I'm stumped, because I've got nothing to secure him to. 

I'm panting and worried, the two sleeping pills and the whisky should have sent him to sleep by now, but they are taking longer than I thought. I bend his heavy right leg back behind him, and then after a lot of effort, I snap the cuff around his ankle. At least he can't move very quickly now, even if he can fight off the pills, but not with his left wrist cuffed to his right ankle behind him. 

My phone is dead, the battery has lost its life, I could have been like that and I still might if I don't get away. I rummage through Rough's pockets and pluck the phone out that I felt when I was on my knees rubbing his thighs.

"You....fucking....cow," slurs from his dribbling mouth. 

I watch his free hand trying to get into his throat to make himself sick. I struggle to get his hand out of his mouth, as I reach for the rat trap. I stand up pressing my stiletto heel into the back of his hand. Rough squeals a little, but finally his wriggling fingers trips the rat trap, which I held with shaking hands, trying to feed the jaw over his fingers tips. Rough groans a little in shock. I watch two beads of blood running down his fingers. 

Finally I come to my senses; I rush to the door pulling up the zip on my dress. I take one last look back at Rough, and while he is still moving, it is just little slight movements with no real purpose. The blood from his fingers is now smeared on the old carpet, and it is much more than I thought it would be. For one moment I want to release his fingers from the trap, but I know if I return to him he might grab me, even in his drugged state.

With Rough's mobile phone grasped tightly in my hand, I pray I get to somewhere where I can get a decent signal, fast. I run up the gravel drive, towards the top of a hill and a road. It is dark and the stars and moon are hidden behind a thick covering of cloud. Owls hoot and strange noises seem to come from near and far, making me jump. I tell myself to just run until the signal on the phone becomes stronger. 

I guess I'm a mile away from the house now, and on little used tarmac road. I can see a car in the distance, its lights coming towards me. My heart fills with hope, and then dread. What if it is the rest of the gang coming back? I slip down in the ditch which runs along the road. I lay low until the lights of the car passes me. I wait there until I can no longer hear the engine. Something curls round my leg and I let out a shriek. I clamber up out of the ditch, and look back to see some sort of grass snake slithering away. 

Finally I get a decent signal, and I hold the phone to my ear, panting and crying, and waiting for the police to answer my call. 

Four years on, and my book has made me plenty of money, plus the film about it all. I may have lost my husband through all of this, but hell I could have lost a lot more. The police caught everyone, apart from Eagle who I never saw, and Ryder. Rumours are Ryder went back to America. I know too Rough and Driver, will be out of prison soon, but that doesn't bother me, well not much.

Alternative Ending.

I still have trouble sleeping, and now and then I take the odd sleeping pill. I sometimes dream I wake up and I'm back in the room, tied to the bed. 

I've had the dream again just like before, only something is different, the room is old and neglected, but the there is a lamp shade on the bulb. My wrists and my ankles are tied to the bed, but I'm wearing glossy black stockings, red high heels, and nothing else. There is a wardrobe door open, and as my eyes adjust to the light I can see my clothes hanging there. Two men stand over me, Rough and Driver. I try to wake myself up, but I can't. 

Rough moves towards me pulling down his zip with two fingers missing from the rat trap, but that has never happened before in my dreams, in fact this is all different. Rough's hard cock is inches from my face, as Driver moves between my legs.

"We've waited four years for this, Bitch," Rough snarls.

"Yeah, we drugged your drink last night, just like you did to get away."

"Seems you made quite a bit of money out of us, well guess what, the sequel to your book and film is just about to begin. Only this time you aren't going to make any money, because you're not getting away!" 



The Banker's Wife



With her panties now down around her knees she wriggled her legs and let them fall to the floor. Quickly stepping out of them she looked back at her reflection, now completely naked. She imagined the men, the many pairs of lust filled eyes, still staring at her as she turned sideways and was pleased with what she saw. Her breasts still looking youthful with a conical shape sweeping up and out to her erect nipples.

Her belly looked feminine, slightly rounded but firm. She imagined them all looking at her buttocks as her own eyes moved down over her reflection with critical appraisal. Yes, she thought, still OK.

She then stood with her hands on her hips and placed her legs about a foot apart. Her gaze and the eyes of her imaginary male audience then focussed on the well groomed patch of pubic hair. She liked to keep it neat and trimmed and for many years now, at the request of her husband, she kept her labia completely hair free.

Her eyes then focussed between her legs at the part of her that she was not so sure about. Keeping her labia hair free felt hygienic and clean but without any hair there her protruding labia-minora was clearly visible. She had always been self conscious of how much her labia--minora protruded. She thought it was untidy how these lips somehow dangled between her legs.

Lucy pulled herself away from the mirror and slid into the hot foamy bath. She was already starting feel much more relaxed after loosing her temper earlier. The warm water felt good as she lay back and let it caress her breasts. She rested her head on the back of the bath tub and closed her eyes. The imaginary men were still there in her head, looking down at her naked body, reaching out to touch her.

As usual she felt as though the men were encouraging her as her hand moved down over her belly and then between her legs. Andrew had always told her how much he liked her protruding inner lips. He said that most men found this very sexy. Now she could almost hear her imaginary admirers calling to her. "Open your legs Lucy. Show us what you've got." She felt foolish but also horny as she let her legs fall further apart, delving between them with her eager fingers and imagining the men all gazing at her, watching her masturbate. With one hand between her legs and the other now caressing her breasts, she then brought herself to a shuddering climax.

Much to her dismay she realised that this routine of masturbating and fantasising about the male audience was becoming more and more frequent. She lay there silently, the events of the day replaying in her mind. Her hand was still resting between her legs as she remembered the look on Pauls face. The excited look as he told her about the film he wanted to make, those eyes of his, with an almost evil glint, trying to get a glimpse of her breasts. She felt calm now but new images started to materialise in her head. This time there was no mirror, just Paul and a group of men encouraging her to take off her clothes. She obediently stripped until she stood there completely naked. The images were unstable, surreal even. One moment all she could see were thousands of pairs of eyes, Pauls eyes, every where she looked, devouring her nakedness, then the eyes vanished and all she could see were many penises. Some were large some small, some fat some thin, but what they all had in common was that they were fully erect. She could see these images so clearly, as if they were real. Then she imagined the men were all touching her, molesting her. She felt her nipples stiffen once more as she imagined hands groping and feeling her breasts. Her fingers were once more rubbing between her legs as she imagined many pairs of hands stroking and touching her thighs before finally sliding between her wet lips and entering her.

For the second time that evening she shuddered to a climax.

By now the water was getting cold so she quickly got out and dried herself. She unlocked the door and went to join her husband who was already sitting in bed reading a book.

He looked at her apprehensively, unsure of her mood. She smiled back and said, "Its OK, I feel better now that I've had a nice warm bath."

She lay there for a while, thinking of the fantasies and images she had just enjoyed in the bathroom.

"Andrew," she said, "about earlier at Paul's house. Would you really feel OK if I was to take part in this wild idea?"

Andrew hesitated, uncertain as to how he should respond. Finally he said, "If necessary we can sell the house and I can find some kind of job that we can live on. The only way I can see of keeping this house is for you to give in and make the film. However, I would never ever force you to do it; but, if you did decide to go ahead I would not mind."

He then decided to be completely honest as he continued, "Actually, it would fulfil a long held fantasy of mine."

He waited for her to explode with fury but it never happened.

She looked at him and smiled, before saying, "maybe it could fulfil one of mine too!"

"You mean you would do it, make the film with Paul?"

"I might change my mind by the morning but if you were there to keep an eye on things then I think I could do it."

Andrew was speechless. All the while that Lucy refused to do it he did not have to face up to his own fears of whether he could cope with watching her act out his secret fantasy for real. Now there was every chance that he might have to.

They both fell asleep and in the morning got up and had breakfast as though nothing had changed.

After breakfast, Andrew was reading his newspaper when he heard Lucy on the telephone.

"Hello Paul," he heard her say, "I've thought about your proposal over night and have changed my mind. Yes, I'll do it."

There was a pause for a few seconds as Paul obviously said something and then Lucy said, "OK, we'll be there."

Another pause and then Lucy said, "you filthy bastard, I already do."

She then put down the telephone and returned to Andrew at the breakfast table.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "What have we done; you done," he corrected himself.

"I'm in a kind of daze," Lucy said but I have agreed that I will take part in his dirty film and we will be at his offices/studio tomorrow."

"So soon!" Andrew exclaimed. "Why did you call him a filthy bastard? What did he say to you?"

"You really want to know", she asked, "the actual words?"

"Yes," said Andrew, "What did he say, the actual words?"

"She paused before saying, "he told me to make sure I shaved my cunt because he hated pubic hair spoiling an otherwise perfect view."

Lucy could not admit it, not yet, but Paul's crude remark had actually turned her on. The remark brought everything into focus. It was real. She was going to play the starring role in a dirty film and, to make sure she knew exactly what would be expected, he had told her to make sure her 'cunt' as he so crudely put it, would be ready for the camera.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

Andrew was feeling nervous, full of doubt about actually watching his wife being used by other men for real.

His nervousness was only made worse by Lucy's apparent calmness. 

That evening she started to get out the clothes she intended to wear the following day. She asked his advice on what he thought she should wear. They both chuckled nervously realising the contradiction of what she should wear knowing that it would soon be taken off.

However, Lucy thought it was important to look the part.

They eventually agreed on the silk dress that she had worn the night before, with a fitted lightweight jacket over the top. Lucy then laid out various items of underwear on the bed for Andrew to choose.

The black lace and other 'risqué' items were discarded. They decided that as a banker's wife she should at least look the part at the beginning.

They chose a delicate pale blue matching bra and panty set trimmed with white lace. To add a little spice they also chose a matching suspender belt and white stockings.

Finally they both went to bed and had a restless night, pondering what might lay ahead tomorrow.

They got up early the following morning and had a full breakfast. After breakfast Lucy went to the bedroom and started to get dressed.

Andrew walked in as she was fastening the suspenders. He just looked at her and said, "Wow, you look so horny."

"Thanks," she replied.

She sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup and then finished dressing, putting on some high heels as she left the house.

They both felt nervous and apprehensive as they left the house and set off for Paul's office.

When they arrived outside he turned to her and said, "Are you sure about this? We could just turn around and go."

"I'm as sure as I'll ever be," she replied. 

They left the car and entered the building. Paul was waiting for them inside the plush looking entrance.

He gave Lucy a huge beaming smile as he said, "You look fabulous!"

He guided them to an elevator and they were soon travelling up to his offices on the top floor.

They entered the office. It was like a huge loft apartment with windows all along one wall overlooking the city.

As they walked inside they could hear the excited low murmur of men talking and a large circle of big comfortable armchairs near the huge window.

Lucy looked around and noticed a bar in the far corner with another three men she assumed must be the film crew. One of them was a large black man and Lucy felt her anger rise as he blatantly leered at her, checking her out. A few months ago she would have given him a mouthful of indignant abuse.

"They're here," Paul announced as he led Andrew and Lucy toward the chairs.

Lucy looked around and started to feel panic as she watched six men stand up from the chairs to greet them. They were all dressed similarly, wearing dark business suits, white shirts and ties.

Lucy felt herself blush as she recognised all of the faces. Some were friends others were business acquaintances of Andrews that she remembered seeing before. The room was quite warm and Paul immediately offered to take her jacket. She wanted to keep it on because she felt that it was somehow a layer of protection, but Paul was insistent. She felt she was somehow in kind of dream and found herself obediently unfastening the buttons of her jacket. She was very aware of all the men watching as the last of the buttons was unfastened and Paul lifted it from her shoulders. She could feel all of them mentally undressing her and began to wish that she hadn't worn the silk dress. It felt as though it was clinging more revealingly that usual and she was very conscious of the 'V' neck plunging down toward her cleavage.

Andrew felt almost surplus to requirements as the men gathered round his wife. He just stood nearby and watched, full of mixed emotions. 

There was an awkward silence for a while before Paul said, "Lucy, Gentlemen, let us go over to the bar and have a drink while the crew set up the cameras and lights.

They all drifted across the room towards the bar. Lucy thought it felt a bit like a wedding, lots of familiar faces and some not so familiar all meeting together going to enjoy a drink at the bar. She chuckled nervously to herself as she made her way to bar thinking that the big difference was that the guests don't all have sex with the bride.

She had never felt this nervous in her life. She had tried to present a calm exterior but as she looked around at these men she wondered how she was going to go through with it.

At the bar she quickly had a couple of drinks and soon felt slightly more relaxed. She watched nervously as lights were placed around the area where the big chairs were and various cameras were being placed on tripods. 

After about an hour of pleasant conversation a few drinks Paul called for silence. 

"Before we start I would like to explain the plot." The men chuckled, interrupting Paul. He smiled as he continued, "Yes, there is a plot!"

Paul continued, "All of you here know Andrew and his wife Lucy. You also know that Andrew was responsible for losing most of your investments." Andrew gazed at the floor suddenly feeling deep regret about his own recklessness and his bank's in the handling of his customer's and friends investments.

"So," Paul continued, "in the first scene Paul will apologise for his mistakes and then offer you all the use of his wife Lucy as compensation.

Lucy listened and cringed as Paul said "the use of his wife." She felt butterflies in her stomach as the real truth of the situation hit her. They were going to use her for their selfish pleasure. 

"We are almost ready to start," said Paul. 

He then looked at Lucy and said, "before we make our way to the chairs and the film set I need to check what you are wearing Lucy."

Suddenly the room was silent and all eyes were on Lucy.

She paused and then looked defiantly at Paul and said, "A pale blue lace bra, matching panties, matching suspenders and white stockings."

"Mmmmmm," that sounds very nice," said Paul, as he walked over to her and said, "Just to get us all in the right mood I think we should have a look."

He walked round behind her and before she could react He reached down and swiftly lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist to reveal her underwear to the men.

She felt her face blush hearing the men all make appreciative noises; low whistles and grunts as they all gazed at her.

Paul then let the hem fall back down and cover her before saying, "Lucy, I don't think that you are using the sheer silk of the dress to its best advantage.

Please go and take off your bra and panties and then bring them back to me. There is a small room over there where you can change. Oh, and please leave on the suspenders and stockings I always find that they look so sexy.

Lucy looked around at the men, feeling very nervous but aware of that old fantasy lurking in the back of her mind.

She slowly walked over to the room that Paul had shown her. Once inside she found it was a proper changing room with hanging rails and a full length mirror. In the corner there was also large shower.

She looked at her self in the mirror and wondered how many girls had stood here, getting ready and nervously preparing them selves for what was to come. She then reached up behind her back and partly unzipped the silk dress. As she slipped her arms from it to reveal her bra she felt the old fantasy materialise in her head. The fantasy felt more real than ever as she imagined all the men outside were staring back at her from the mirror. She then unfastened her bra and took it off watching her breasts fall free. Still looking at her reflection and imagining the men were all staring, she reached up and gently squeezed her naked breasts, seeing and feeling her dark nipples stiffen.

She then put her arms back into the dress and zipped it back up.

The silk was very sheer and clung to her naked breasts like a second skin.

She then lifted up the dress around her waist, grateful that she had put on her panties over the suspenders. She then quickly pulled the panties down her legs and took them off.

She stood for a moment, still holding the dress up and looking in the mirror. In her mind the men were all now staring between her legs. She felt a strong feeling of trepidation but also arousal as she let the hem of the dress fall back down to cover her and prepared her self mentally to walk back outside.

The silk was not only clinging to her naked breasts but was clinging to the tops of her thighs. She could even make out the outline of her neat patch of pubic hair that was showing through the silk.

As she looked at her self she knew that she needed to be strong. She took a deep breath and then opened the door and made her way back to the men, clutching her bra and panties in her hand.

As she opened the door the low mumble of conversation stopped immediately and all men turned to look at her. The only sound was the 'click, click' of her high heels as she walked toward them. She felt as though she was completely naked as her breasts moved sensuously with each step, a gentle sway that somehow looked out of time with her steps. She was acutely aware of each movement of her breasts as her erect nipples felt as though they were being caressed by the silk.

At the same time the silk clung between her thighs, feeling like a thousand soft feathers gently caressing her.

As she stopped in front of the men Andrew felt guilty as though he had somehow betrayed her. He used his hands to try and make his erect penis more comfortable under his trousers and realised that all of the others were doing the same.

"Lucy, you look sensational," said Paul as he took her bra and panties from her. She watched his lust filled eyes roam all over her as he lifted her panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm, you smell beautiful; I think we are ready to roll."

"Gentlemen, will you would please go and sit in the chairs while we shoot the opening scene of Andrew's apology. He will then bring Lucy to you. At this point Andrew will then leave her and stand behind the cameras to watch and I will take over." As she heard him say the words, "and I will take over," Lucy glanced at him and realised that the man she had detested for so long was about to get his wish.

The chairs had been arranged in a horseshoe shape and in the open side of the horseshoe shape was a single empty armchair that they all had a clear view of.

Andrew and Lucy stood together in front of one of the cameras just outside the group of chairs.

Paul called for silence as he handed Andrew a sheet of paper. 

"OK, Andrew just give me a nod when you are ready and we'll film you reading your statement."

Andrew quickly scanned the speech that Paul had prepared and then nodded his head.

"OK, take one," shouted Paul.

Lucy looked across at her husband as he started to read.

"Gentlemen," he began, "I realise that I have cost you all a lot of money and until recently I thought I had no way of ever being able to repay any of it.

As you all now know, Paul is confident that there is now a very lucrative market for a different type of adult movie. The buyers and audiences are tired of the usual Barbie doll types with there enhanced breasts and fake tans. What they really want to see is a genuine young, attractive, classy woman, looking a little unsure, being used for the first time in an adult film.

Even better, would be the spoilt young wife of a wealthy banker who has fallen on hard times.

Lucy will be the star of the film that Paul is about to make. She will be used as you wish until she has satisfied you all."

As he finished reading the speech Paul shouted, "Cut!"

"Well done Andrew," said Paul. If you want to watch then just stand over there behind the cameras. Andrew walked away, still feeling very guilty but still feeling nervous and aroused.

Paul then turned to Lucy. "We will film the rest in one take," he said. There will be editing to be done afterwards but generally I find that it is best to just film everything.

"Nervous? He asked, as he took her hand ready to lead her to the men.

"Yes she mumbled, "Very nervous," as he shouted, "Main scene, take one!"

He led her to the group of men and, as they walked, he said, "Try to relax and enjoy it I'm sure they will all behave like gentlemen. Don't worry about what you have to do. I will be directing every part, so just listen to me and do what I say.

Once more the room was silent except for the 'click, click of Lucy's heels as Paul led her to the group of men.

He positioned her in front of the empty chair and stood close beside her. There was a camera opposite her but outside of the group of chairs.

She noticed another cameraman with a hand held camera. He was slowly moving the camera from her head down to her feet and then back again.




The Banker's Wife



She stood nervously and listened as Paul looked directly at the hand held cameraman and said, as if talking to a large unseen audience, "I think you will agree that Lucy looks delightful. You will have noticed how her prominent nipples are beautifully shown through the sheer silk of her dress. You will no doubt also have noticed that the silk clings beautifully around the tops of her thighs."

Lucy looked around at the six men all staring intently at her. As she caught each one's gaze they would smile at her. The smile felt to Lucy like a mixture of friendliness and lust.

Looking around at the men she started to feel the deep hidden fantasy re-emerge in her head. She looked at the men's faces and imagined she was in front of her mirror again.

The hand held camera was now pointing directly at her breasts as Paul continued, "Gentlemen, in a moment you will all see what Lucy has to offer. I know I am really looking forward to seeing the tits I have lusted after for so long." As he spoke Lucy suddenly went tense as Paul's reached over and gave her breasts a quick fondle. She quickly realised that she would have to get used to being touched by Paul and the other men if she was going to succeed in this nightmare that her husband had made.

With the camera following every move, Paul started to run his hands all over the front of Lucy's dress. She could hear the delight in his voice as he said, "relax Lucy."

She tried to relax as the man she detested so much crudely squeezed and fondled her breasts through the silk. She listened to him commenting to the camera and to the six men how firm her breasts felt.

She could see the dirty lustful look in his eyes stronger than ever as he started pinching her nipples and commenting further about how prominently they showed under the silk.

She was horrified to realise that this whole situation was starting to make her feel aroused. Even Paul's hands grabbing at her breasts felt OK.

Paul then turned her round so that her back was to the men and then ran his hand down over her buttocks. She listened as he said, "Gentlemen, what a delectable arse Lucy has. I just love the way the silk clings to her cheeks." 

She felt his hand brushing over her rear again and then pressing the silk into the cleft of her buttocks.

Andrew watched from the edge as his old friend ran his hands over his wife. He could feel his own excitement as he watched and waited.

Paul then turned her round again to face the men and said, "Gentlemen, as I said earlier Andrew has offered us the use of his wife and she has agreed.

So before we have a much better look at what he has offered us I suggest that we all show Lucy what we will be giving her."

Lucy realised that the men had obviously discussed all of this before she and Andrew had arrived.

The six men all stood up and started to undress, including Paul.

Suddenly this was becoming very real.

Lucy stood and stared as they all took off there clothes until all they had on was their underpants.

Again her old fantasy moved a little closer to reality as she looked around at the six semi naked men in front of her. Her eyes felt drawn to the tops of their thighs as she looked at the bulges under their underpants. She could see that most of them were already erect and felt a sudden shiver run through her body.

Lucy watched as the hand held cameraman slowly moved from man to man; the lens focussed directly on their bulges. Finally he came round to Paul. Lucy turned her head and looked down at the large bulge that Paul was showing off to the camera. As she watched he crudely rubbed himself.

"OK gentlemen, I'm sure that Lucy is impressed so far. Please sit down and let me show you what is on offer."

Lucy just listened; imagining the mirror, her fantasy, feeling her nipples tingling against the silk fabric of her dress.

He turned to Lucy saying, "Your main task today is to make each man cum. You will allow them to use you however they want and ejaculate where ever they want. Your body is solely for their pleasure until you have exhausted them all."

Lucy nodded.

She looked around nervously, feeling uncertain if she could actually achieve what was being asked of her. 

She then panicked as she noticed a small trolley that she had not noticed before placed next to the empty armchair.

On the trolley she saw a tube of KY jelly, a vibrator, and a string consisting of six beads, each about one inch in diameter and spaced about one inch apart, the string ended with a ring attached.

Lucy recognised the KY and the vibrator but felt apprehensive and uncertain about the strange looking string of beads.

Paul had been waiting for her to see these items and grinned as he said, "Lucy, we always have some accessories standing by during a film shoot. We find that sometimes the girl needs to be prepared before the first penetration." 

He then walked behind her saying, "and now it is time to show the men what they have been patiently waiting to see."

Lucy could sense the wave of excitement that seemed to fill the room.

She also felt Paul's fingers reach for the zip on the back of her dress.

She made a huge effort to stay calm and try to look relaxed as she felt him pull the zip very slowly down, inch by inch, until she could feel it was completely undone.

She felt his hands move up to her shoulders and watched as the cameramen adjusted their lenses and focussed directly on her.

Paul lifted the shoulder parts of her dress up and then out before slowly pulling it down. She was very conscious of the fine silk slowly slipping down over her naked breasts. Paul paused for a moment, letting go of the dress. It just hung there as if being held in place by her nipples. He then gently gripped each side of the dress again and gave it a swift pull. Lucy felt the silk suddenly slip from her nipples. Her breasts were now suddenly completely exposed to the lustful stares of the six men. She prayed that her hips might halt the dress as it fell down her body but the smoothness of her hips together with the softness of the silk prevented that. The dress just fell to the floor and lay crumpled around her feet.

She heard gasps from the men of "Wow!" "Fuck!" and other expletives indicating there obvious delight in seeing her naked.

She looked at them all staring back at her. It was like her mirror fantasy only real. She could feel their eyes roaming all over her and feasting on her nakedness.

Paul stooped down and helped her lift each leg in turn and pulled away the dress.

Andrew felt his erection grow as he heard the appreciative comments from the men and watched his wife standing almost naked wearing only the stockings, suspenders and high heals.

Lucy actually surprised her self by having to admit to herself that, mixed with the acute embarrassment of all these men staring at her naked body, she was also feeling a certain level of enjoyment. After all, this admiration was what she had fantasized about for so many years whenever she looked at her self in a mirror.

In her fantasies however this was where it usually stopped.

Paul was now standing by her side again watching the man with the handheld camera panning all over her body. 

As she stood there Lucy was very aware of how she was holding her legs together tightly. She was also becoming aware of the fact that her arousal was more than she cared to admit. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she held them together.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the hand held cameraman when he said, "Paul, are we going for the first cunt shot now?"

Lucy had tried to ignore the fact that sooner or later she would no longer be able to preserve any modesty. She had tried to imagine that she might be able to achieve her task in some subtle way but of course she realised this was a porno film. She had seen a few of the ones Andrew had thought were well hidden in his study. She would sneak a look when she was alone in the house, enjoying some of the scenes but wondering how the girls could show themselves so crudely. Now she realised that these films were almost certainly made by Paul and the girl about to show herself crudely was actually her.

"Move your legs apart Lucy," Paul said, "The camera here needs a glimpse between your legs.

Lucy moved her feet apart a little, about six inches or so.

"Further Lucy," Paul moved behind her and used his foot to nudge her feet further apart. 

Lucy looked down at the man with the hand held camera. He was kneeling in front of her with the camera pointed directly up at her.

Paul looked down at him and asked, "OK, how's that?"

The cameraman replied, "A bit more."

Paul gave Lucy's feet another big nudge with his own until her feet were about eighteen inches apart.

Lucy knew that the cameraman could now actually see what he wanted because as she parted her legs that last time she suddenly felt her wet labia exposed to the air.

The camera man looked up at Paul and said, "Fucking perfect, lovely big protruding cunt lips, really looking forward to some good close ups later"

These crude comments acted as a focus for the embarrassment she had always felt about her large protruding labia-minora. Andrew always said he liked it but that did not help much. Now she was forced to face the reality that Paul and the six men would all be looking at the part of her body that she was unsure of. 

Although Paul said nothing and just grinned he was also looking forward to making Lucy fulfil all the fantasies he had nurtured about her all these years.

Lucy knew that the six men had all heard the cameraman's comment and were all eager to see for themselves. 

Paul felt his penis twitch as he thought of the next pose for Lucy.

"Lucy, please now turn around so you are facing away from the men."

Lucy slowly turned around, wondering what was coming next.

"Now place your feet the same distance apart as last time."

She nervously shifted her feet apart again making scraping noises with the high heals.

Although she could not see him or the other men she imagined them all staring at her smooth round globes.

She also sensed that the camera man would not be far away, waiting for more crude shots.

She felt Paul run his hands up and down the backs of her legs. He started at her feet, running his hands over the sheer nylon of her stockings and then up onto the smooth naked flesh of her upper thighs.

He spoke to her saying, "I will never tire of that view. Your legs looking taught and long, accentuated by the high heals and stockings. I love the way your arse is framed by the suspenders, your upper thighs and the stocking tops. Now Lucy, please bend over and try to touch your toes." She started to bend but stopped as he said abruptly, "keep your legs straight and just bend at the waist."

She slowly started to bend over, very aware of the appreciative noises coming from the men.

As she bent she listened to Paul say, "Gentlemen, this is one of my favourite shots and I always get the girls to do this. You will notice that as Lucy bends over for us we will get a perfect view between her legs.

Lower Lucy, lower," said Paul, Lucy prided herself in her flexibility which was the result of regular visits to the gym. With plenty more encouragement from Paul she managed to bend right over and touch her toes.

With Lucy now bent right over Paul continued, "Now you can all see why I like this pose so much. Look how her cunt is beautifully displayed together with her arsehole. 

As she looked back between her legs she saw the camera man focusing directly between her legs again. She felt very exposed and, as if she needed reminding, could hear the men commenting on how much they liked the look of her labia.

Amongst the images in her head of her old fantasy she started to realise that there was an added component that was adding to her arousal.

The men were actually saying they loved the appearance of her protruding lips and how horny they looked as they hung between her legs. As she heard them say it she felt a tingle run through her body.

She knew she should be feeling humiliated having to stand like this but it was more like a voyage of discovery. As she looked back between her legs at the men she was shocked to realise how she was enjoying seeing them look lustfully at her rudely exposed body. She liked the feeling of knowing she was turning them on, making them hard, wanting her.

Paul could also sense that he had been right about her all along. He sensed years ago that she would actually enjoy behaving and being treated as a slut.

He decided it was time for the next part of her exposure.

She felt his hands gently rubbing each buttock. One hand was on each, caressing and gently squeezing them. Until now Lucy had only been concerned about if she could manage satisfy these men like she satisfied her husband using her vagina and sometimes with her mouth. No other possibility had even entered her head. 

This suddenly changed when the man with the hand held camera said, "We going for the arsehole shot now?"

She heard Paul say, "Yes," and then felt him pull her buttocks apart. She felt his fingers dig into the soft flesh, pulling them wide open leaving her in no doubt that her most private of holes was now being displayed fully to the camera and men.

She suddenly tensed her body and went to stand up as Paul brushed the tip of a finger right over anus.

"Relax Lucy," he said, pushing her head back down, "for the film to be a financial success it has to have some good shots of your arsehole." 

She stayed bent over but said to him, "no not my anus, I don't want anyone to try that."

Paul just ignored her and let go of her buttocks. She started to protest as he reached for the open tube of KY jelly on the table.

With her head still down by her knees she strained to look back up at Paul. He smiled down at her as he squeezed a large blob of jelly onto his finger.

She felt him part her buttocks again using one hand and then the sudden cold and wet sensation of the KY jelly as he placed the blob directly onto her anus.

Her husband Andrew had often teased her anus with his finger when they made love but despite admitting to him once that it felt OK she refused to let him push his finger inside her. 

Now, as she looked back between her open legs at the eager audience of six men, she felt Paul moving the tip of his finger in small circular movements over her anus.

Even bent over in this humiliating position she shocked herself by wishing he would touch her moist labia and tried to blank out the reality of having her anus exposed and teased while they all watched.

Paul continued his small circular movements but slowly started to push the tip harder against her tight anus. She felt him pause, squeeze some more KY jelly directly onto her anus and then felt the tip of his finger suddenly push about an inch inside her. She instinctively tensed her sphincter, gripping the tip of the invading finger. "No, no, please not in there!" she protested.

Paul's only response was judge the perfect moment while she was speaking. He felt her sphincter release its grip a little as she spoke and then pushed his finger in further, up to his middle knuckle.

Lucy felt him moving the tip of his finger around inside her as he said, "try to get used to it Lucy. The more you resist the more difficult it will be for you.

"But I don't want you to be using my anus," she protested, "no one has ever done that, not even David."

"It's too late now Lucy, said Paul, "When discussed using you for the film and for payment, it was assumed that all three of your holes would be available for our pleasure."

Lucy just stayed there, bent over with Paul's finger in her anus resigned to the fact that she was there to do with and be used as they wished.

"Now just try to relax your arsehole Lucy and you might find you will actually enjoy the feeling."

She decided it was best to cooperate and let Paul do as he wanted.

She felt him push the rest of his finger into her and was surprised that it did not feel that bad. Then he started to move his finger in and out as though he were fucking her anus.

Andrew was watching from behind the six men. His penis was so stiff it ached as he watched his wife bent over obscenely with his old friend Paul ramming his finger in and out of her anus.

She then listened and tensed again as she heard the hand-held cameraman say, "Paul are you going to put the beads up her arse now?"

Paul felt her sphincter grip his finger as she tensed again after hearing the cameraman's question and the sudden realisation of what the strange looking string of beads was for.

Lucy felt Paul lean across to the table, his finger still deep inside her, and use his other hand to pick up the string of beads.

He then slid his finger out from her anus in one long slow movement. The action gave Lucy a strange sensation that she had not experienced before. She realised, quite ashamedly, that the sensation was actually quite pleasant.

She twisted her head so she could look up at what Paul was doing. She watched him squeezing the KY jelly over all of the beads, coating them liberally until they were all glistening.

He looked down, caught her eye and grinned as he held the glistening beads by the ring and dangled them for her to see.

She then listened as he said to the hand-held cameraman, "OK, I want you to get a good close up as I push each bead up her arse. I want to capture how her anus stretches over each one in turn before closing around it as though swallowing them one by one.

Lucy then felt Paul pushing the first bead against her anus. She could feel her anus being stretched open by the bead. She was about to call out that it was too big and uncomfortable when suddenly the discomfort stopped.

"There said Paul, that's number one, only five more to go."

One by one Paul inserted the beads into Lucy's anus until finally just the string and the pull ring were left hanging.

"OK," said Paul to Lucy, standing back to let the handheld cameraman get a good close up, "we have all seen a glimpse of what you have to offer. I must say that Andrew is a very lucky man. Before we get a really good look I think it is only fair you should see what we have for you in more detail.

"Lucy, it is time for you to go round the men and check out what they have for you. I want you introduce your self to each of them in turn by saying, hello, my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock. The man will then get up and allow you to remove his underpants. Once removed I want you check out his cock and balls with your hands and then kneel in front of him and kiss the head of his cock. OK? Understood?"

Lucy stood back upright and nodded.

As she walked across to the first man she imagined what it must feel like to be a striptease artiste or similar. The high heals might have looked elegant when she was fully clothed but now she felt like a sex club worker. Her high heals 'clicked, clicked' on the floor and her breasts swayed sexily, as she walked over to the first man. She could also feel the six beads inside her which had the effect of focussing her mind on the sensations between her legs. As she approached he stood up. She recognised him straight away as one of Andrew's old friends. "Hello," she said, "my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock." He looked at her and smiled, reached out and gave one of her breasts and quick squeeze. She knelt in front of him and looked up at the large bulge that was only inches from her face. She reached up, placed her fingers in the waistband of his underpants and pulled them down. She pulled them out as well as down to get them over his large erect penis.

She quickly pulled the garment to the floor and he stepped out of them.




The Banker's Wife



Her gaze shifted back to the large erect penis that was now standing up proudly in front of her. She reached between his legs and cupped his heavy scrotum in her hand. Then she reached for his penis and gripped it in her hand. It felt hot and hard and, after leaning forward and kissing the partially exposed head she said, "Pleased to meet you."

She moved around the six men, finally returning to the chair and Paul. She looked at the six men, all now completely naked and erect. Erect and aroused for her.

Paul gave a purposeful cough and pointed to the bulge in his underpants, as if to say, "You've forgotten something. She stood and faced him. "Hello," she said, "my name is Lucy and I am looking forward to having your stiff cock."

Andrew was still watching. He had his hand deep inside his trouser pocket and was stroking his erection as he watched his wife, naked and about to pull down Paul's underpants and touch his penis.

Paul looked down at her as she knelt in front of him. His hands were placed on his hips as he stood with his bulge proudly thrust forward toward her face.

The man with the handheld camera was crouched next to them ready to capture the release of Paul's penis and the touches and kiss from Lucy.

She reached up and pulled his underpants out over his erection and then down.

She quickly pulled them off of his feet and then looked back up and reached for his large hairy scrotum. Andrew watched from his place behind the cameras as Lucy cupped the scrotum of the man she had always said she despised. She then moved one hand up and gripped Pauls erect penis. 

As she was about to kiss the head of his erect penis the man with the hand held camera said, "shall we do the first sucking shot now or later when she is being fucked?"

Paul looked down at Lucy and replied, "I think we'll do one now and then perhaps another later."

The man moved closer with the camera as Paul said to Lucy, "we always do a cock sucking shot early on while the girl is still looking fresh and her makeup hasn't smudged and run.

Open your mouth Lucy and pretend you are enjoying sucking me.

Lucy opened her mouth and then felt Paul's hand hold the back of her head. The cameraman said he was ready and Paul thrust his hips forward, pushing his erect penis into Lucy's mouth.

He then withdrew and said, "How deep can you take a cock in your mouth Lucy?" Have you ever managed to take Andrews cock into your throat?"

She looked up at him saying, "I tried a few times but I always end up gagging."

"Good, good, so you are at least willing to try?"

"I'm not sure I can do it, she said.

Don't worry Lucy, just try your best. The cameraman will tell us when he is ready and then I will slowly push my cock into your mouth. Let's just see how much you can take. If you start to gag Just raise your hand and I will pull back.

Lucy nodded but asked, "Do the other girls do this? Take it into their throats?"

Yes, Paul said, they tell me it is an art that is not too difficult to learn.

The girls say that the trick is to first stick out your tongue and then, as the cock goes in, keep trying to swallow.

Paul grinned as Lucy said, "Ok I want to try."

Andrew had to stop rubbing himself for fear of messing his trousers. He knew that Lucy was bluffing a little because she had recently managed to take him into her throat and afterwards was very proud of her self.

"OK Lucy, ready?"

She nodded and pushed out her tongue.

The camera man said "OK, ready and focussed."

Paul looked down at Lucy enjoying the sensation and the view as she took the head of his penis back into her mouth. 

He held her head again and then started to slowly enter her mouth. He watched as it slowly disappeared, he felt her swallowing hard and then felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She momentarily gagged a little but did not raise her hand. Paul pulled her head closer and closer and delighted in feeling the head of his cock push into her throat. Her lips were now pressed hard against his pubic hair. He held her there for a few seconds, ensuring that the cameraman had got a good shot before pulling out. As he pulled out his penis, Paul watched her saliva dribbling in long strings from the end.

"Well done Lucy, you are a very talented lady. I'm sure that later on one or more of the men might want to use your throat."

"OK, Lucy will you please stand up now," said Paul.

As she stood up, the man with the hand held camera passed her a tissue to wipe her mouth. Lucy smiled and said, "Thanks."

Paul felt very pleased with Lucy's progress so far. She was proving to be much more willing than her could ever have imagined. Yes, he had already guessed a long time ago that there might be a slut hidden within Lucy but now he was certain and felt excited as he thought about what he had in mind for her next.

He turned to her saying, "Lucy, before we go on to the actual fucking scenes we need to have some good close-ups of what you have between your legs."

The 'hand held' cameraman then interrupted saying, "we doing the cunt lips and arsehole close-ups now?"

"Yes," said Paul.

"OK, I'll change the lens then," replied the cameraman.

Lucy cringed as she heard the cameraman. She hated the way he talked about her most intimate body parts so crudely but could not deny a sudden twinge of excitement somewhere deep inside.

These feelings were confusing her as she started to acknowledge them. Lucy the wife of the wealthy investment banker would never have tolerated such disrespect and crudity. The contradiction for Lucy was that being here in what should be a dreadful situation was really starting to turn her on.

As she listened just now she cringed at the thought of letting them take close-up shots between her legs. She cringed but she felt a wonderful excitement stir inside. 

Her thought were interrupted as Paul said, "Lucy, please sit in the arm chair."

Lucy moved across to the armchair, conscious of her breasts swaying, her heels clicking and all the men watching her intently.

As she sat down Paul said, "Now Lucy, this is when we all get a really good look at your cunt. I want you to lean back and then try to place a leg over each arm. If it is more comfortable you can put your hands behind your knees to hold them right back."

Lucy could feel her self start to blush furiously as Paul helped her to spread her thighs and expose her self completely to the men and cameras.

Lucy had never felt so exposed or vulnerable in her whole life. 

Paul then said, "Lucy, move down a little more, we can't see your arsehole properly."

That same deep arousal she had felt earlier stirred again as she shifted herself lower in the chair.

"That's great," said Paul, "are you comfortable enough to stay like that for a while?"

"I think so," she replied but it is quite difficult holding my legs up like this."

"No problem," Paul replied, "We have some silk ropes we can use to help."

Lucy stayed silent as Paul walked behind the chair. She then looked up and saw he had two lengths of soft looking rope in his hands.

This chair is fully equipped with accessories," he said with a grin.

She just lay there as he tied each rope just above each of her knees and then gently pulled them back and out. With her knees now folded back against the outside of each breast she felt him tie off the ropes on some kind of hidden loops behind the chair.

She thought she was obscenely exposed before but this felt even more obscene. 

Paul walked round the chair again and stood facing her. "Lucy, you look even better than I imagined you would." As he spoke she watched that familiar filthy grin spread across his face as his eyes moved down to her crudely exposed labia.

She watched his eyes move back and gaze into hers as he reached down with his hand and ran his fingers over her labia. As he groped between her legs he repeatedly pulled and played with her large protruding labia-minora.

Lucy tried to suppress an involuntary sigh, ashamed at how aroused she was now feeling.

The handheld cameraman then said, "Paul are we going for the fully 'stretched open cunt shot' now? Looking at those big lips it is going to look fantastic!"

Lucy saw Paul nod to the cameraman as he moved away from the front her leaving her completely displayed for the six men.

He then said, "Gentlemen, please come and gather round. I'm sure you all want a good close look at the treasures between Lucy's thighs.

Lucy watched the six men all gather round. All of them were staring between her thighs and all of them fully erect.

As she gazed at the array of stiff penises in front of her Lucy realised that despite the humiliation of the situation she now wanted to feel one of them inside her.

This whole filming procedure, displaying her for the camera and kissing the men's erections had felt like a long slow deliberate foreplay.

Lucy felt fully aroused. In fact she had never felt so aroused ever.

"OK, Lucy," said Paul, "as you heard my cameraman say just now, it is time for the 'stretched open cunt shot'." Lucy saw that the cameraman was eagerly waiting with the camera lens pointing directly between her thighs.

Paul continued, "I want you to reach between your thighs and touch your self. I'm sure you must masturbate when you are alone and having fantasies."

Even now, with her intimate parts displayed so crudely to all the men, this mention from Paul of her masturbating whilst alone at home made her blush deeply. Like a child being caught doing something naughty.

"Don't be shy now Lucy."

Lucy tentatively moved her hands down over her belly and nervously touched her moist labia. Despite the audience it felt good as she touched the wetness and ran the tips of her fingers up and down the length of her wetness.

"Finger yourself Lucy. Come on; push a finger into your juicy cunt."

Lucy did as he asked whilst; unseen by her, Andrew had moved closer to get a better view of her displayed so crudely.

"OK, Lucy that was good. Now please move your hands under your thighs so that you can open your cunt nice and wide for us."

Lucy moved her hands from over her thighs to under them and brought her hands across from each side.

"Now hold those lovely big cunt lips in each hand and pull yourself open Lucy."

Lucy felt as though she was in a surreal dream as she sought out her Labia-minora and gently held them between the fingers of each hand. "Good girl," said Paul, "now open your self as wide as you can."

She started to do as he asked, pulling her lips apart. "More Lucy, wider," said Paul as he watched the woman who had been the subject of many of his fantasies during masturbation open her self and display her wet vagina so beautifully for them.

As Lucy displayed herself so lewdly she remembered the smug feelings she used to have when socialising with these men, especially Paul, when she would notice them trying to mentally undress her. She also remembered how she had recently imagined a group of men watching her as she masturbated in the bath and how horny it had made her feel. 

Now, as she held her self wide open for all the men to see she was also very conscious of the ring and string that was dangling from her anus and the strange feeling of the large beads in her rectum.

As Andrew watched his wife being displayed and prepared to be used by the men he felt an overwhelming urge to unzip his trousers. He quickly looked around, thinking to himself that nobody would see because they were all looking at his wife. He did not notice another cameraman in the shadows as he unzipped his trousers, fumbled in his underpants and then finally liberated his erect penis. He then continued to watch as he lightly stroked himself.

Andrew was still watching as Paul walked around the chair and unfastened the ropes that were holding Lucy's legs. He listened as Paul said, "OK Lucy, you can relax for a minute. Please stand up and move amongst the men.

Lucy moved her hands away from between her legs as she felt the ropes being untied. She then stood up, not quite sure what to do next. She then took a few steps towards the men, feeling their eyes fixed on her breasts as they swayed sexily. With each step she felt the beads in her rectum acting as a reminder that she would be expected to have her most private place violated by some of these men.

The men gathered around her and started to touch her. While some were groping her breasts she felt a hand delve between her thighs and roughly grab her wet labia. She suddenly tensed as another pulled playfully on the ring that was dangling from her anus. 

After a minute or so of being crudely groped Paul picked up the vibrator from the table and held it for Lucy to see.

The men stopped groping her and stood back. There was a tense, sexual feeling filling the room as the men all realised that the real action was about to start.

Lucy watched as one of the film crew dragged a thick mattress across the floor and placed it next to her. "OK Lucy," said Paul, "Please kneel on the mattress. I want you on all fours."

Lucy looked around at the men and then hesitatingly knelt down onto the mattress. This is it, she thought to herself. This is where they will all have me.

"I want to see your arse pushed up in the air Lucy, like a slut waiting to be fucked.

Lean on your forearms. That's good," said Paul as he walked round behind her and pushed the small of her back downwards and nudged her thighs apart.

Lucy felt completely exposed again as she knelt and waited.

She noticed the handheld cameraman ready by her side as he said to Paul, "should get some nice footage of her tits swinging as she's fucked from behind."

Paul reached under her and roughly cupped each breast in his hand. "Yes, they should swing nicely."

He then moved behind her, still holding the vibrator, and she felt him run his fingers between her wet lips as he commented, "Mmmmmmmm, nice and wet."

She felt him rub the tip of the vibrator between her labia and then she caught her breath as he pushed the whole length inside her with one long slow thrust.

"Very good, Lucy," he said, "your cunt feels as though it is in full working order."

With the vibrator still firmly inside her, she felt him pull on the ring that was dangling from her anus. She felt the beads start to move and the sudden tightness as the first bead started to stretch her sphincter on its way out. He pulled very slowly and she felt the tightness growing in intensity and then suddenly the pressure was gone as the first bead exited her anus. The pressure started to build again as Paul resumed pulling the string. Once more she felt the pressure as the next ball stretched her. Building to a slow crescendo and then suddenly gone. Lucy was surprised that the feeling was actually quite pleasant. One by one Paul pulled out the beads. 

Finally the last bead plopped out of her anus leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness. This empty feeling was added to when she felt the vibrator being withdrawn from her vagina.

As Paul slid the vibrator out of her she felt him rub the head over her wet lips and then move on up toward her anus.

She felt the tip of the vibrator push against her anus which was still partially dilated. She started to protest, "No, its too bi........................................." She stopped mid sentence as Paul pushed the vibrator up into her rectum in the same way that he had earlier pushed it into her vagina; one long slow thrust. She felt her sphincter momentarily protest at the size of the invader and gasped a few times but was completely surprised at how easily Paul was able to push it up inside her. 

"Well done Lucy," said Paul, "now you know how important the beads were for educating your arsehole." 

She looked around her as the men moved in closer and stood stroking their erect penises. 

She listened as the hand held cameraman said to Paul, "I'll get the close up of your cock as it enters her arsehole then I'll move round as you fuck her to get the full scene with her tits swaying in time to her arse being fucked. OK?"

"Yes, that'll be great, will one of you men who would like Lucy to suck your cock get ready so we can have a scene of her being fucked from both ends."

One of the six men quickly knelt in front of Lucy, his stiff penis swaying within inches of her face. He then held it with one hand and rubbed the tip over her lips.

She felt the vibrator move inside her as Paul gripped the end of it and gave it a few twists. She then felt him pull it out from her as he said, "OK, Lucy, its time for you to have a cock in both ends; one in your mouth and mine in your arsehole."

Lucy opened her mouth to speak but then felt her head being tilted upwards as the man kneeling in front of her pushed his erect penis between her lips. 

Her husband Andrew watched as Paul moved directly behind his wife holding his stiff penis in his hand. Andrew knew that what Paul was about to do had always been denied him.

He watched the handheld cameraman move in close to his wife's rear end as Paul positioned the head of his erect penis against her anus.

He heard a muffled "mmmph" sound from Lucy as Paul gripped her hips tightly and thrust his penis into her anus pushing her forwards onto the penis in front of her and causing her to momentarily choke.

Almost straight away Paul and the other man started to rhythmically thrust into her from each end.

Andrew felt he could not restrain himself any longer and as he watched his wife Lucy being abused from both ends. He gripped his erect penis and masturbated as he watched her breasts swinging under her in time with the men's thrusts. He had never felt so aroused, as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. He quickly glanced around, still not noticing the other cameraman. Suddenly he was ejaculating. He stifled a moan and felt his semen coming out in multiple spurts, splashing onto the floor. The cameraman captured the whole moment and smiled to himself knowing that Paul would be pleased.

As his penis slowly softened in his hand, Andrew still stared at the spectacle of his wife being used by his friends and colleagues.

Lucy could sense that the man she was sucking would soon ejaculate and she concentrated on trying not to choke as he held her head and roughly thrust into her mouth.

She could also feel Paul's heavy scrotum slapping against her moist labia as he satisfied his lust in her anus. 

Paul was the first to release his semen. She felt his body tense and his thrusts momentarily pause before feeling his hot semen flooding her rectum. 

The man she was sucking followed quite quickly. She felt his stiff penis start to pulsate in her mouth and then his hot semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed urgently, tasting the saltiness as it slipped down.

She felt Paul withdraw from her anus and then felt another take his place. The man who had just ejaculated into her mouth seemed quite content to keep his semi-erect penis between her lips as the last dribbles of semen still trickled into her mouth.

The others all took it in turn to use her anus for their pleasure. As each one entered her she could feel the previous man's semen oozing out of her and dripping over her moist labia and then down the insides of her thighs.

Finally she realised that all six men had ejaculated inside her. She watched the handheld cameraman walk behind her and heard him say bluntly, "Hey, Paul, her arsehole is now bigger than her cunt!"

She remained kneeling, feeling like a cheap slut and, as the thoughts of what they had just done to her filled her mind, she felt repulsed. However she also felt confused. She was confused by how aroused she was feeling. She had just been abused by six men, five of them using her anally and ejaculating into her rectum. No one had forced her to do it, she had actually agreed to it.




The Banker's Wife



Now she felt so aroused she knew she would do anything more that they asked.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Paul say to the film crew, "OK guys, thanks for your skill and hard work filming our delightful Lucy.

"Lucy," he continued, "It is normal practice for our female stars to give relief to our film crew. As I'm sure you will appreciate you will have made them very horny as they watched and filmed you. I will film the rest of the action as they use you."

Lucy watched as the three crew members moved in front of her and quickly undressed. Any feelings of guilt or disgust were now gone as she brazenly stared at the three more erect penises displayed before her.

Her eyes were transfixed by the largest of the three. The fact that he was black just seemed to excite her even more. His penis looked enormous. It was so long and thick that it appeared too heavy to be able to stand upright.

She watched as the black man walked slowly round behind her. The other two crew members stayed in front, obviously keen to watch.

She felt the black man run his large hand up between her legs. She gasped out loud as he touched her wet labia; crudely pulling at her long lips. She felt her arousal rising as he sought out her clitoris with one of his fingers causing her to groan with the pleasure. She groaned again as he slipped two fingers up inside her vagina. Her groans of pleasure were not only because of his touch but also her great expectation of finally having some attention paid to her neglected vagina.

She closed her eyes, yearning for him to enter her. She could not believe how much she wanted to feel this big black man inside her vagina having been fearful that he would want to follow the others into her rectum.

She felt him push his hand into the small of her back and, like the slut she now was, knew what he wanted and pushed her rear up high and provocatively. She felt him spread her buttocks and could almost feel the lust in his dark eyes knowing that she was completely and crudely fully exposed to his gaze.

Her husband Andrew was still watching and despite having already ejaculated earlier felt his penis stiffen once more as he watched the big black man with his wife.

Lucy waited impatiently as the black man teased her with his large penis. She could feel him rubbing the head repeatedly between her large wet labia and then up to her anus. Long lazy movements causing her to become more and more aroused.

She could feel her own juices and the sperm of the previous men being mixed and spread between her buttocks by this black man's cock.

Then he stopped moving. She started to protest as she felt the head of his enormous penis suddenly push against her sphincter. Although she was still partially dilated from the previous men the black man's penis felt impossibly large.

She gasped, "No, please, no. It is toooo........." He took her breath away as he gripped her hips with his huge hands and slowly but firmly pushed his huge penis into her rectum.

When it was finally completely inside her all Lucy could manage to say was, "Fuuuuck!"

She could not believe that the huge penis she had seen earlier was somehow in her rectum. What surprised her even more was that, although she could feel the whole length stretching her, it was not uncomfortable. 

Andrew was now rubbing his own erect penis once more as he watched his wife being buggered by this black man.

As the black man started to thrust in and out of Lucy's rectum, he reached beneath her and once more sought out her large labia and clitoris with his fingers.

The other men all watched as she closed her eyes and started to lose control. They listened to her groans and moans of pleasure as the black man ravaged her. They watched her breasts swinging wildly beneath her as the black man thrust into her. 

Lucy had a vision in her head of how disgusting she must be looking being used by this black man so obscenely but she no longer cared. She could feel his pure animal lust with each stroke and the sensation of his huge penis in her rectum combined with his fingers between her wet labia were driving her wild.

The men listened as her moans of pleasure started to increase in volume and pitch until she was screaming almost uncontrollably. The screams came in bursts, perfectly in time with each thrust of the black man's hips. The black man stopped thrusting. Her screams became one long howl of pleasure as she felt his penis throbbing deep inside her and the warmth of his sperm as it filled her.

Almost as soon as she felt him finish ejaculating he pulled out of her. She suddenly felt empty. She opened her eyes as she felt a hand under her chin, encouraging her to lift her head.

The other two crew members were still there in front of her. She sat back on her heels, feeling the black man's sperm start to dribble from her anus, instinctively knowing what the other two wanted.

The first of them moved closer and pushed his erect penis between her partly open lips. He held her head and roughly thrust his penis in and out of he mouth. She nearly choked a few times as it touched the back of her throat. She just sucked hard and swallowed as she felt his thrusts become more and more urgent. She felt his hair covered scrotum slapping against her chin as he suddenly ejaculated into her throat. He quickly withdrew and, before she had time to recover, his colleague had taken his place. Once more she felt her head being gripped hard as he pushed the whole length of his erect penis into her mouth. She felt him start to thrust harder and was preparing to take this second load of sperm into her throat when suddenly he withdrew. There was a momentary delay as his penis plopped from her mouth and he gripped it with his hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at him just as the first spurt hit her on her forehead. He then continued to ejaculate all over her face until it was dripping from her chin, nose, cheeks and forehead. She just sat there looking round at all the men who had just used her. She smiled as they all started to applaud.

"Well done Lucy," said Paul, "maybe next time we'll get more adventurous!"

"Next time?!" exclaimed Lucy, you said I just had to star in one movie.

"I don't remember specifying how many movies Lucy. It all depends on how much money we make from this one."

As she stood up she looked around at the nine men who had all just used her. And, with semen still dribbling down her thighs and from her face she walked past them all back to the room where she had changed. Once in the room she closed the door, took off her stockings and suspenders and then stepped into the shower knowing that this would not be the last time.

A week later a package was delivered to Lucy's house. Andrew had gone out earlier so she was alone. She opened the package and found a note from Paul and a DVD. The note said, Dear Andrew and Lucy, here is your copy of the DVD we made last week. Andrew, I think you will agree that Lucy makes a very good porno star. I'll let you know soon how successful it is and how much of your debt is paid off.

Lucy then removed the plain wrapper from the DVD and felt her heart jump. The cover had the title, "Wanking Banker's Wife" The cover had stills from the movie all around the edge of Lucy being used by the men. These pictures surrounded a central picture of her husband Andrew gripping his erect penis and ejaculating as he watched her.

Lucy could not resist the temptation to watch the DVD. She put it into the machine and sat back to watch. As she watched the opening scenes she felt very humiliated and disgusted at what she had agreed to do. She could clearly see the look of delight on Paul's face in the scene where he had her crudely displaying her self to all the men.

She watched the whole movie with the stark realisation that the woman behaving like a complete slut was her.

She watched the final scene with her kneeling on the floor and wantonly thrusting her backside at the black man before he buggered her and felt all of her feelings of disgust and humiliation fade away as she pushed her hand between her legs, touched her wet labia and re-lived the whole experience. 

The End