While drying myself, I watched as Jayne continued to wash, thinking how beautiful she was. I heard my phone ring in the bedroom and rushed to answer it. A couple of minutes later, I was back in the bathroom, fully dressed, telling Jayne that all plans had changed for the day, and I was rushing off to go solve a problem.
She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, kissing me, she asked if there was anything that she could do to help.
“I don’t know how long I will be; the bloody coolers leaked all over, I just hope it’s not completely fucked! And you know what it is like getting hold of Jason. I might have to try someone else.”
“Oh dear, weren’t you seeing Bekki today?”
“Yes, but I will have to cancel”. Jayne had dropped her towel and stepped into me with a mischievous look on her first, grabbing my crotch.
“Oh dear. Does that mean all fun is cancelled or would you like me have fun for you?” she laughed with a real glint in her eye.
“What are you thinking?”
“Well, I could pick Bekki up, bring her here and start the fun? You could join us later?”
“Oh really? Feeling a little sadistic, are we?” We kissed and I took a nipple in each hand squeezing them hard between my thumb and my forefinger. Jayne tried not to winch, so I squeezed harder until she did.
“I’m not the only one, am I?”
“I am always a little sadistic, that’s why you love me. I am meeting her in the Co-op car park at 10.”
“So how naughty can I be?”
“As naughty as you like!” I grinned and kissed her goodbye, leaving her rubbing her hair with the towel.
I raced to the pub as quick as I could in the traffic, while trying to phone Jason, my cooler man. Three calls and finally I got through to him, arranging him to meet me there. It was obvious that I was going to be tied up all day from what he said, and I was disappointed I was not going to see Bekki, but I was intrigued by Jayne’s request for her to start the fun.
Jayne was a cock addict and not a natural bi. She had been horrified by it when we first got together. I remember the look of disgust on her face, when as a young 22-year-old she had her face pushed towards an old woman’s grey haired wet pussy and told she had better get used to it. I had watched with delight, and as she had seen the effect it was having on me, she had started to enjoy it. I thought about the drive home after that night and could recall the conversation. Jayne had been honest with me she had hated it, she hadn’t liked the feel or the taste but she had found that being made to do it had really turned her on. She had asked me to promise that I wouldn’t make her do that to a woman unless I was physically there. She told me she had got quite used to me sending her out to go give a dirty old man a blow-job or fuck and she quite enjoyed that, but she didn’t think she would ever enjoy a woman unless it was with me. Over the years, she had become more accustomed to it, and really did seem to enjoy it, even sometimes taking the lead, but never when I wasn’t there.
I pulled into the carpark and sent Bekki a text. 10am, Co-op carpark. Jayne picking you up and I got out. I just got to the door, and my watch vibrated. I looked. Really? Oh. OK XX, I smiled and sent back one single x.
Inside my fears came true so I sent a message to Jayne, have fun but I won’t get back until LATE!!!!
Jayne had been thinking about things all morning since I had left and had chosen a simple pair of denim shorts and a loose vest top to throw on. She looked like any other woman you would see walking down the street on a warm day. She parked the car at the back of the shop and went in to collect a few bits. She was just finishing paying at the self-service till, when she saw Bekki come in. Bekki didn’t see her and was shocked when Jayne called her. Jayne walked towards her, and they continued out of the back door. Bekki didn’t speak other than a very quiet hi.
Jayne clicked the key as she walked towards the driver’s side, and as the lights blinked, she noticed Bekki stop. Jayne instantly knew that Bekki was waiting to be told what to do, should she get in the back?
Jayne laughed, “Oh I can see why he likes you! Come on, you can sit in the front.”
Bekki didn’t show any reaction, but moved round the passenger side and opened the door. Getting in, she clicked her seatbelt on, and then sat starring forward.
Jayne found it amusing how tense she was and lent into her. She gently stroked the hair away from Bekki’s cheek, before leaning in closer and kissing it. “Relax”, Bekki didn’t react.
Jayne stayed close and dropped her right hand to Bekki’s knee, gently stroking in a re-assuring way. “Look me and you, we need to get on. You can relax around me, I promise. I am hoping that we will become friends.”
Bekki turned her face slightly towards Jayne and attempted a smile.
“There that’s better. You are really pretty when you smile”.
Bekki blushed and looked down. Jayne took this as nerves.
“I tell you what. Have you ever been to that farm shop near low bridge?”
Bekki shook her head and looked confused. Her mind raced; she had had sex with this woman’s husband, was meeting him to have sex again, was cheating on her own husband and now this woman wanted to go on a coffee date? She had no underwear on and have shaved her pussy specially just to please this woman’s husband, she didn’t know why she had to please him, but she just knew she had to, and now this woman is being nice and talking about being friends?
Bekki wanted to scream and run away, but instead she just found herself saying “no, but I have always wanted to”.
“That’s settled then” Jayne said as she rubbed her left hand on Bekki’s right thigh, “We are going for a breakfast date. Some good coffee, nice pastries and we can really get to know each other!”
Bekki nodded, and strangely she meant it when she said, “That will be nice”.
Bekki started to relax and sat outside in the sunshine she not only warmed up physically but started to warm to Jayne. “You were right, this coffee is really good”
They chatted about everything except relationships, and as Jayne, said “are we going to make a move?” Bekki felt she had a new friend. They got back in the car and continued to chat on the way back to the house. Jayne pulled on the drive and noticed Bekki changed, suddenly becoming much more subdued.
“Come on” she encouraged her as she gently stroked her thigh, “Don’t worry.”
Bekki followed Jayne and stood behind her as she opened the door. Jayne stepped in and motioned for Bekki to do the same. She passed Jayne and stopped. Jayne clicked the door shut, and lifted her top over her head, her huge breasts sagged down.
“Turn around” she said to Bekki. Bekki did slowly and couldn’t help but stare at her breasts. Jayne quite liked this and as she slowly undid the button fly on her shorts said, “come on, you know the rule”.
Bekki resigned herself to the fact that she had no choice. She put to the back of her mind that she had come here totally voluntarily. Slowly she undid the buttons as she watched Jayne wriggle out of her shorts and stand naked before her, she let her dress fall open, her arms dropped by her side.
Jayne stepped into her, lifting the dress off her shoulders and taking it from her.
“My husband has good taste”, she said as she draped the dress over the newel post. Jayne stepped up to Bekki, so close their nipples began to touch, “Very good taste” she said as she pushed her hand between Bekki’s legs.
Bekki tensed and froze. Her eyes were full of fear and she stuttered, “I’m not.. I… I’m not.. you know… not into..”, Jayne’s hand was gripping Bekki’s entire pubic area tightly and as she stuttered her words she relaxed her hand a bit and started to stroke gently, before roughly plunging her finger up into her wet pussy just as Bekki completed her broken sentence with a loud “Women, I am not into women!”
“Really?” Jayne questioned her with an angry look on her face, as she pushed her finger deeper, “I think you are. For someone who isn’t turned on you are awfully wet”. Jayne kicked gently at Bekki’s ankles, pushing them apart, and Bekki naturally obliged, standing with her legs spread. Jayne worked another finger in and reached to take Bekki’s left nipple in between her thumb and forefinger. It hardened straight away.
“Or maybe”, Jayne continued “you are so turned on because you are expecting to fuck my husband?”.
Bekki tried to speak, but couldn’t get any words out, so stood silently, staring at Jayne, with no emotion showing.
“Let’s be very clear about this”, Jayne said as she let go of Bekki, standing upright in front of her, “Very clear so there is no misunderstanding, ok?”. She gently slapped Bekki across the face, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shock. And the shock was evident. Jayne grabbed Bekki’s hair in her left hand, and pulled her head down and backwards, allowing Jayne to look straight down at her.
“Now, I am going to kiss you. That is ok, isn’t it?”
Bekki thought she wanted to say no, everything about Bekki would have said no, but instead, Bekki just nodded, and Jayne kissed her. Bekki gently opened her mouth slightly and Jayne licked her lips. Jayne let go of her hair, but to Bekki’s surprise, instead of pulling away, she found herself straightening up, and now stood face to face, kissing her Master’s wife she found she was enjoying it. Bekki had never kissed another woman, let alone being this close to one stood naked, but she didn’t want it to end. She didn’t know what to do with her arms, and held them at her side awkwardly, but then reasoned to herself, that if she was kissing a naked man, she would put her arms around him, one around the top of his back, and one around the lower back, and as they kissed, she would grip his arse. She was still thinking this through and had just about decided that she was going to grope Jayne’s arse, when her hair was pulled once again, and the kissing stopped. Jayne spun her around and now she faced the bottom of the stairs. Jayne pushed her down, bending her to 90 degrees with her hands supporting her on the third step up. Jayne was behind her.
She could feel Jayne step back and was conscious that she was fully on display, bent over, legs spread, when suddenly she felt a finger being pushed into her, and she gasped. Jayne didn’t use any finesse, and roughly plunged her middle finger in and out, after only seconds she inserted her forefinger as well.
“Now, just to be clear” she said raising her voice on the word clear to emphasize the sarcasm, “there is a hierarchy. You understand that don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I do” she said as Jayne inserted a third finger, carrying on just as roughly as before.
“Good. I can see you seem to like what I am doing to you don’t you?”
“Yes”
“Well, do you think we should try another finger?”
“If you like…. Mistress?”
“Mistress, yes, I like that. See you are getting it. See Master, then me, then you! You are ok with that aren’t you?”
Bekki surprised herself with her answer, “That’s how it is Mistress, it doesn’t matter if I am ok with it or not.”
There was a loud knock at the door. Bekki jumped.
“Stay” Jayne ordered. Bekki looked up the stairs, she could run for cover, but she lowered her head and stayed still. Jayne grabbed the wrap she kept by the door, and quickly covered herself with it holding it together at her cleavage, opening the door.
Jayne was aware that her fingers were wet, and wiped them on her wrap, looking up, she saw an older gentleman, “Hiya love, parcel” he said thrusting it into her hands.
As she took it, her wrap started to come away and she accidentally flashed her left nipple, before catching it and holding it tight. There was no pretence that she hadn’t done it. The delivery driver’s eyes were wide and were almost out on storks, a big grin across his face.
“Well, that was a decent tip for you!” Jayne laughed.
“Best tip I have ever had” he smiled at her, “I will be thinking about that all day!” Jayne could never resist someone flirting with her, so her natural response was to tease. She handed the man the parcel back and said in a very seductive way, “Can you please hold that for me while I adjust myself?”
“Yes of course. Thank you” he said as he took it back and watched eagle eyed as Jayne carefully started to unwrap herself. She knew exactly how to be sexy, pushing one leg forward, so that the wrap fell to reveal her thigh, she grabbed at the wrap with both hands and opened it wide, giving the driver a look at her fully naked body.
“Beautiful”.
“Why thank you very much”
“You are so beautiful; I won’t be able to concentrate for the rest of the day”
“Oh, I think there are much more beautiful women out there than me”
“I don’t think there are love. God what I would do to have a woman like you!”
Jayne bit her bottom lip and lent forward towards him, breathing in. She stopped and pouted at him, “Really? You couldn’t be a dear and take that parcel around to the back door, could you?”
Jayne could see his first instinct was to do the delivery driver normal stance on these things, and say no, but then she could almost see the pieces falling into place in his brain, woman, naked, small parcel, back garden and he finally clicked, “Yes of course”.
He had gone before she even shut the door.
“Come here” she commanded, and Bekki was up off her knees and stood at her side. Jayne discarded her robe, and took Bekki’s hand, leading her to the patio doors. Outside the driver took a double take and then stood perfectly still frozen to the spot as Jayne slid open the doors.
Jayne stepped out, Bekki stood in her shadow, “See” she said to the driver, “This one is much more beautiful than me”.
He couldn’t speak.
“Well don’t you like her?” Jayne said as she spun Bekki around, showing her off.
“She’s fucking stunning!” He said excitedly, “You are as well like, I don’t mean you’re not because you are but….”
It didn’t matter that he couldn’t get his words out, because Jayne didn’t give him any more time to speak. “Undo your trousers.” She instructed before turning to Bekki, “Well there’s a cock to suck, get it sucked!”
“Yes Mistress” Bekki said as she knelt before this stranger and took his very average, semi hard cock into her mouth and began sucking hard.
Jayne reached back into the living room and pulled out her phone, “Don’t worry I won’t get your face in” she said to the driver, “Just your cock and her face”.
It was over in a couple of minutes, and Bekki sat on her heals, her mouth open showing the strangers cum sitting on Bekki’s tongue. She faced up to the camera, as Jayne instructed her to swallow and open her mouth again.
“Did you know that man?”
“No Mistress”
“And you just sucked him off until he came in your mouth, didn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress”
“And why did you do that?”
“Because you told me to Mistress”
“Show me your left hand”
“Yes Mistress”
“That’s your wedding ring, isn’t it?”
“Yes Mistress”
“He doesn’t know you cheat on him, does he?”
“And why do you cheat on him? Is it because he has a little cock and is a useless fuck?”
“Yes Mistress”
“And that is why you acted like such a whore around my husband and begged him to fuck you?”
“Yes Mistress”
Jayne stopped the video, and noticed the driver still there, he had done his trousers back up, and stood awkwardly.
“Should I just go now then?” he asked.
“Yes, go. And Bekki, bring that parcel in” she said as she stepped in.
Jayne sat on the sofa, and as Bekki stepped in, she patted her knee. “Come here”
Bekki obeyed and stood in front of her. “Lay down over my knee”
Bekki’s little round arse pointed upwards, and Jayne ideally stroked it.
“Now where were we? Before we got interrupted by that driver?”
“I don’t know” Bekki said quietly.
“Oh, I am sure you do, now be a good girl and spread your legs a bit more. Yes, that’s better, a little bit wider. Good girl”
Bekki clenched anticipating being spanked but was pleasantly surprised when Jayne started to finger her. It wasn’t as rough this time. Jayne quickly replaced the single finger with two, and then three.
“I was just about to try four fingers in your little tight pussy wasn’t I. Do you think we could get my thumb as well?”
Bekki didn’t speak, just moaned as Jayne pushed four fingers deep into her.
“Now I was saying, there is a hierarchy. Master is at the top and you are at the bottom, you understand?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Good, now because I am below Master, and I am above you, whatever he does to me, I am going to very kindly do it to you. Isn’t that nice of me?”
Cautiously Bekki said “yes”.
“So, this morning, Master did something special to me and now I am going to do it to you”
“Ok Mistress”
“Stand”
Jayne stood, and they stood face to face.
“Kiss me”
Bekki had been waiting for this, and straight away kissed her, wrapping her arms around her, the one on Jayne’s lower back tingled with excitement as she started to move it down.
Jayne stopped kissing her and looked in her eyes. “Are you trying to feel my bottom?”
“If I am allowed Mistress?”
“Yes, you are allowed”
They kissed for a full minute, and both of Bekki’s hands were exploring my gorgeous wife’s buttocks.
“Now baby girl. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl upstairs to the bathroom”
Bekki was slow to respond.
“Now.”
Jayne rubbed her foot up the inside of Bekki’s thighs, before kicking gently at her pussy, “Move bitch”.
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