Just an Ordinary Housewife
Chapter 6 - Kelly Turns Professional!
I was potentially getting too attached to Andrew and decided that something had
to be done to get sex on the one hand but with a little more distance to it.
Distance in both the emotional and physical senses.
For some time I debated making contact with an escort agency in a town a
reasonable distance away. I am reluctant to describe who and where too
accurately as (even using my former married name) there is a danger that I could
ultimately be identified. Particularly so as I am a pillar of the local society
to the extent of running a Girl Guide unit every Thursday night. You should see
the looks I get if I have to call in to the local supermarket, wearing my
uniform, on the way home for supper!
The decision having been made, I picked up the phone and made an appointment to
see Mrs Redfearn at Ladies of Leisure. It was the most nerve-wracking meeting I
have ever had and to this day it makes me go hot (or do I mean cold) just
thinking about it.
The offices were comfortable without being luxurious and bore the name of the
registered company, Double L limited, with no hint as to what business they were
really in. The receptionist was a little older than I expected but polite and
friendly offering me a cup of coffee as I had arrived a little early for my
appointment.
"Mrs Redfearn will see you now, Mrs Jackson" she said, and my heart nearly
stopped beating!
I stood up and was ushered into Mrs R's office where she stood up to greet me.
Mrs Redfearn was a brassy looking woman in her late forties. Hair dyed a little
too brightly with both face and chest looking as if they had been lifted at
least once. I should not be too critical, she made a lot of money out of the
business while apparently still kept her knickers on!
We went through the usual pleasantries with comments about the traffic and the
weather while I could tell that I was being sized up.
"Kelly" she said, "You don't mind if I call you that do you?"
"Of course not" I mumbled.
"Kelly, you are an attractive young woman, why are you here, what can we do for
you?"
I explained my circumstances without too much detail saying that I wanted male
company during the week when Robert was away.
"But Kelly", said Mrs R, "You are not looking at it from the right perspective"
she paused, "to be successful you have to understand that the men want your
company more than you should want or need theirs!"
"I'm prepared to give it a try Mrs Redfearn"
"And another thing Kelly, what if they want to have sex with you?"
"I'm not sure" now feeling decidedly nervous "I suppose I have a choice?"
"You certainly do! And you charge them extra for it. We only charge them for the
arrangement and pay you a nominal fee to make things legal"
I was beginning to understand things a little more clearly now. I earned my
money with sexual favours!
Mrs R offered me time to think about it but if I had done I would have lost my
nerve completely. If I knew what was to happen next I would have lost my nerve
anyway!
"OK then Kelly, to complete the formalities I need to ask Paulo to take a couple
of photographs of you so that potential customers can see who they are meeting.
We will send you a photo of them too when a date is arranged"
That seemed fairly painless. The receptionist took me to see Paulo and
introduced me to him. His studio was minimalist with a chair for me to sit on, a
couple of reflectors, and a camera on a tripod. The receptionist left and closed
the door leaving me alone with this reasonable good looking young man.
I sat down and smiled looking this way and that and Paulo took a few shots.
"Can you slip your top off now please Mrs Jackson"
I froze hardly realising what he had said. "Its OK, people just want to know
that the goods are as expected" he carried on.
Still I did not move. He came over to me and undid the buttons on the front of
my jacket. I leaned forward just enough for him to take it off and hang it up on
the back of the door. He came back over to me "Do you really have to do this?" I
asked not even bothering to glance at the front of his trousers.
"Everyone does it, Kelly. Some even completely nude" he said matter of factly.
"Its all part of my job". Some job I thought. Without any further ado he undid
the front of my blouse and pulled it down off my shoulders. My bra straps were
also eased down and with finger and thumb he pulled down the cups of my bra
baring most of my breasts. A well practised movement with finger and thumb,
assisted by the comparatively cool air, encouraged my nipples to their full
extension. I could have died with embarrassment.
A few more flashes and it was all over. At least I did not have to remove any
more clothing - for the time being anyway.
The procedure was that I should phone in every few days to see if I had
attracted any interest. This was to avoid them phoning me at a time when
somebody else might answer. As I left the receptionist thanked me for coming to
see them and hoped that all would go well for me.
I was more than relieved to get home and decided that after the travelling,
nearly an hour in each direction, plus the nervous stress I needed something to
relieve the tension followed by a shower. I slipped my knickers off and lay on
the bed reflecting on life in general. I could do with Alex reappearing. At
least with him I could do what he wanted with no conscience as it was, of
course, being forced upon me. Friday and Sunday, Robert was doing his best to
prove his fertility with continuing lack of success.. I really did want a sex
life that made me scream with pleasure and encouraged my system to conceive.
Before the end of the year I was soon to be impregnated but was totally unaware
of the future.
My hand spread my slit and found my clit. It was fun and relaxing as I thought
of sex with a complete stranger!
Two days later I plucked up the courage to phone the agency. They had had an
enquiry from a man in his late thirties and would like to make a lunchtime
appointment for me. As soon as possible was my answer so that I did not have
time to lose my nerve.
Thursday came round quickly and I made my way to a busy town centre hotel about
40 minutes drive away. He had a copy of my photo and would know, I had been
told, who to expect in the reception area. I dressed conservatively, as if on
business - which I was! - with the luxury of quite high heels which I changed
into as I left the car.
He was very observant. "Mrs Jackson?" I heard
"Er, yes" I replied, looking at a quite acceptable stranger.
"I'm Michael Robbins, the agency arranged for us to meet" which was in fact
rather obvious.
"Hello", I replied, equally obviously, "I'm Kelly".
"Nice to meet you. Let's order a bar snack for lunch and we can have a long
talk" "Not too long" I was thinking.....
We ordered toasted sandwiches with a light salad and some white wine. Two
glasses maximum today Kelly!. Mike worked for a firm of management consultants
and apparently was fairly flexible over his working hours. He had a wife and one
child at home but she was not very adventurous in the bedroom so he was looking
for a fling with no comebacks. He soon got down to real business.
"Why choose me?" I asked.
"Because I really like the thought that I am spending the afternoon with
somebody else's wife while her husband is at work and has no idea what is going
on." "And also I like attractive blondes...."
He continued, "Perhaps I can ask Kelly, do you do any unusual things in the
bedroom?"
"Like what"
"Well, you know, with your mouth perhaps and maybe......"
"I'm a bit of a beginner" I lied, "but I'm sure I can learn". Little did I know
how much I still had to learn.
"OK, so what will it cost me?"
"Seventy five pounds"
"For how long?"
"A whole hour"
"Great" I was taken by surprise, "I'll take two if you have the time!"
We gathered up our bits and pieces and took the lift to the fourth floor.
A pleasant room with plenty of space, TV, large bed, sofa, easy chairs and a
bathroom. I had forgotten to go to the ladies room and my nerves were getting
the better of me. "Is it Ok if I use your...." "Sure, take your time"
Mike seemed quite relaxed about the whole thing and I wondered how many
housewives had received his attention in hotels around the country. I came out,
took my jacket off and laid it over the back of a chair. Mike came over to me,
looked me in the eye an undid two buttons of my blouse.
"Kelly, you look great. I hope you will like what I wan't you to do for me"
"Come over here" he said taking me by the arm and leading me towards the bed. He
sat on the edge of the bed and expertly bent me over his knee. I gasped a little
in surprise and lay there helplessly.
"Now let's take a closer look at what there is to play with" he said rather like
a small boy opening up a birthday present. I did little except remain
motionless. Up went the back of my skirt and Mike ran his hands over my
backside. Another deft hand movement and my knickers were on their way down to
my ankles still with my hold-ups and shoes on. I felt his fingers move into my
crease and begin to work their way down. It tickled a bit as his fingers ran
over the hairs sticking out at the back and I flinched as they moved into my
slit.
He gave a quiet mumble of approval and pulled my blouse out of my skirt
waistband. Lifting it right up to my shoulders my bra was undone and my breasts
hung loose. I felt very vulnerable as his hand returned to my lower regions and
parted my slit properly. The opening was dry and tight but once the fingers were
in I let out a little cry of pleasure as I let Mike start working me.
"Time to get on the bed" he said as he lifted me up, turned me round and lay me
on the bed on my side, still with my clothes dishevelled. To my total surprise,
he cleverly took both my arms behind my back and secured my wrists together.
"Mike, Mike! what are you doing" trying not to show too much sign of alarm. I
was now helpless.
"Mike, why are you doing this?!"
"Kelly, there are things I am going to do to you that you might not like,
initially anyway. So I just want you to lie there and let me play with you". He
put one hand inside my blouse and squeezed a nipple. The other went between my
legs and found my clit. Kelly was now in squeal and moan mode but I was writhing
all the more trying hopelessly to free my hands.
Despite the fact that I was still half clothed Mike calmly took all of his off
while I watched and waited. His cock was solid right from the start.
I thought of asking him to put on a condom but was in no position to make
demands. He walked round to the back of me. Oh God! surely not anal right from
the start! I felt him lift my skirt to bare my buttocks. His hands parted my
cheeks. Thank goodness! His cock went firmly and purposefully into my vagina.
One hand was on my hip and the other on my breast pulling at my nipple as he
rocked me backwards and forwards. He moved both his hands to my arms just above
the elbows and pulled them together. I felt my breasts sticking out as if they
were about to explode and let out a might cry of pleasure with my first paid for
orgasm!
Mike extracted himself and moved round to the front of me. "Time to fill you up
Kelly," he said, "I hope your husband won't mind!" As if either of us had a
choice. Mike lay in front of me, raised a leg and entered me again. This time
two hands and two nipples were squeezed and stretched. His cock worked me harder
and I moaned softly as it was his turn to orgasm and pump his cum into my most
private place.
He lay there for a while as it subsided of its own accord. He took it out and I
felt sweaty and sticky between my legs. It was not hard to anticipate what was
to happen next he put his hand under my chin and used his fingers to help my
mouth open wide. It was still fat and sticky as I used my tongue around his knob
and inside the now loose foreskin. I swallowed and started again as he used his
hand to squeeze any more cum out of the shaft.
Mike released my hands but only for one purpose. "You can take all your clothes
off now Kelly!". I sat up and stretched my arms then wiped my mouth. Mike sat
down in a chair with his penis down to its normal, though quite large, size. I
removed my unfastened blouse and bra, then my skirt, stockings and shoe. The
other had become unattached to my person along with my knickers.
What on Earth would he do next, I thought as intercourse in any orifice was out
of the question for the time being. As I sat on the bed naked, Mike handed me a
vibrator and told me to bring myself off with it. Not only was it large and not
too comfortable it was a black one! My embarrassment continued (think of the
money, Kelly!). Mike helped it in forcibly and my eyes began to water. With eyes
closed and legs apart I began my next task using one hand on the vibrator and
the other on my clit. It seemed like ages before I went off but Mike seemed to
enjoy it as his penis began to show worrying (for me!)signs of life.
"Roll on you front please Kelly"
I did as I was told.
"Hands please"
I put my hands behind my back and felt them secured again.
"Legs apart please, Kelly"
Reluctantly I spread my legs and a short cord attached to each ankle and the
corner of the bed prevented me from closing them.
Mike parted the cheeks and ran his hand down the crevice. I twitched as his
finger seemed to pause on my anus. "Kelly, have you ever...." I did nor let him
finish his question. "NO, please, would you want that to happen to your wife?".
"Maybe, maybe not" he replied and parted the lips at the entrance to my vagina.
"Kelly," there was a pause, "I think a decent wife like yourself should be
ashamed of what you are doing. So to balance the pleasure you seem to get from
sex I think a little pain would be in order.
The pain was produced by a short leather strap that struck my buttocks with
reasonable, though not excessive force. The first stroke took me by surprise
after six my face was buried in a pillow stifling my cries and mopping up the
real tears. Two strokes each side on my inner thighs to finish me off left me
shaking and sobbing.
Mike turned my head to look at him.
"Why did you do that?" I asked weakly.
There was no answer as he ran a hand over my reddened skin.
It is a very primitive feeling for a woman being abused. The beating that causes
pain is a way of the man saying that he can do what ever he likes to you. The
woman's defence is to "enjoy" it as a prelude to the real pleasure of more sex
to come. Mike unfastened me and rolled me over on to my back, lifted my legs and
entered me in one go. My backside was glowing in contact with the sheets on the
bed and now my vagina was being raped to its full depth. I screamed with
pleasure, his cock responded, I squeezed hard and received my second filling.
This time, Mike wiped it himself and handed me my knickers.
"I can't. I'm soaking" I said with my knickers in my hand.
"OK, but I wan't you to take my cum home with you so put some cotton wool up
first." Being a Girl Guide (!) I always keep cotton wool in my handbag for an
emergency.........
(Chapter 7 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
