Getting Back

Literotic asexstories – Getting Back by rickoshay,rickoshay
CHAPTER ONE

The radio alarm came on just after seven, waking Georgina with “All You Need is Love”. She was alone in her bed.

She sat up, flipped back the quilt and swung her feet to the floor. The front of her nightdress was a soppy face of a teddy bear. The colours were faded. She smoothed the thin cotton with both hands while she breathed in, pulling the picture tight across her breasts. She watched the smile on the teddy bear’s face broaden.

“At least you can still smile,” she said.

She reached for the shapeless dressing gown on the bottom of the bed and pulled it on, then plucked absently at the loose threads on the fraying cuff. She heaved a sigh, then shuffled to the kitchenette. Her drooping shoulders showed how she felt about life in general and herself in particular.

She put enough water in the kettle for two coffees. As she reached for the cereal packet from the cupboard her bare foot found a sticky damp patch on the kitchen floor. A glance at the murky stain distracted her from the morning ritual. She pushed the cereal back in the cupboard. She had no appetite. She made a mug of instant coffee and left the cramped kitchenette for the living room.

The legs of the coffee table were slewed at a strange angle. The photo cube of six happy frozen moments was crushed on the floor. She sat on the settee and stared at the distorted photographs in cracked pieces of clear plastic, then carefully balanced her mug on the sloping table and picked up the damaged mementos of her past.

Her face beaming happiness. Her wedding dress. Wayne’s sloppy grin.

She extracted the picture from the damaged cube and ritualistically tore it in half. She held the two pieces at arms length and let them drop. The message of her sundered marriage fluttered to the floor.

The next picture. Newly weds in the dining room of their honeymoon hotel. Wayne’s favourite picture. His broad grin and her startled look.

“Smile for the camera,” he said.

She still remembered her feelings of confusion when he stroked her thigh beneath the folds of the table cloth. She giggled when he whispered, “I want to touch my loving wife, open your legs.”

She complied.

“Don’t move or he’ll know what we’re doing,” Wayne whispered as the photographer approached.

“Smile for the camera,” he said, as his finger pushed past the edge of her panties.

“Now that’s one photograph that will really hold a memory.”

He kissed her, tongue and finger entering her simultaneously, while the room full of people all around them continued to talk and laugh and eat.

It was shocking, confusing, but exciting. They went to their room soon after and made love.

She tore the photograph carefully, first separating the bodies from each other, then the heads from the bodies. These pieces joined the others on the floor.

The next picture was already damaged. Her father, mother and sister Hariet, all in wedding day finery.

Georgina began to cry. The tears were for her father. She missed him terribly. She’d always been daddy’s girl, his princess. Hariet was two years older than Georgina. She was the aggressive one, stroppy when she didn’t get her own way. Jealous of the closeness of father and second daughter. Hariet demanded independence early in her teenage years. When she was eighteen she set herself up in her own flat. The more tractable Georgina was still coming home by ten so that daddy wouldn’t worry.

She lent back in the settee and closed her eyes, almost unaware of the tears streaking her cheeks. She remembered her childhood. Sunny days. A smiling father, a tired mother, a scowling sister. Ice creams and picnics. But always daddy smiling, calling her his princess, buying her presents.

Daddy had always been so protective. He hadn’t minded when she wanted to give up school half way through her A levels. He was pleased that she had broken up with William Bragg.

She remembered the first night she went out with William. Her father had been so angry when she arrived home late.

William Bragg. Her first real boyfriend. He was in upper sixth when she started her A level course. He’d kissed her at the Christmas party, and tried to get her drunk.

She remembered William with fondness, despite the untidy ending of their four month relationship. Despite Margot Goody. She had told Wayne all about William. He insisted on hearing every detail. It excited him. And his excitement excited her.

“Come on, tell me about him. We’re engaged now. No secrets. You told me I was the first.” Wayne was grinning. “I won’t be jealous, but I want to know everything.” And she knew from the butterflies of excitement in her belly he intended to find out and that she was looking forward to Wayne forcing her full revelations.

“There’s nothing to tell. I went out with William Bragg for a while, that’s all.” She knew that wouldn’t stop him.

“How long?”

“Four months.”

“And he didn’t make love to you? He must be queer.”

“I was only seventeen.”

Wayne snuggled up to her on the settee. Her parents were out. The gas fire was the only light in the room.

“Tell me all the dirty details. I want to know everything he did to you and everything you did to him.”

“Oh Wayne.” Georgina was amused at his jokey insistence and only a little embarrassed. She was beginning to enjoy his racy conversation as much as his wandering hands.

“Tell me how you met.” He swung his legs up on the settee and lay with his head in her lap.

“I knew him at school. At the sixth form christmas disco he kept tipping brandy into my coke.”

“And?”

“We danced and he told me he fancied me, he said I was the best looking girl in the school.” She looked down at him and raised her eyebrows waiting for a comment.

“And?”

She wasn’t going to get a compliment.

“We smooched and kissed a bit at the end of the disco. He was nice and in the upper sixth and he had a car, so I let him drive me home.”

“And?”

“And daddy was furious because the disco ended at twelve and I didn’t get home till one.”

“So what were you two up to? Snogging in his daddy’s car?”

“Yes.” She smiled down at him.

“And did he feel you up like this?” Wayne’s hands moved to cover Georgina’s breasts. She felt the pleasurable tingle in her nipples that she had come to expect from his exploring fingers.

“No. He tried to, but I wouldn’t let him. I was a good girl then.” Her smile broadened. She hadn’t complained at the liberty he was taking and she wanted him to notice how relaxed she was about the freedom she allowed his hands. She felt her nipples harden as he stroked them through the light fabric of the blouse and bra.

“And then?”

“He was away for christmas so I didn’t see him till the new year. He took me to the cinema a few times on friday evenings and we met in town on Saturdays.”

“Tell me about the first time you let him have a grope.”

“Don’t be sordid.”

“Tell me.”

“We’d been going out for weeks before I let him do what you’re doing.”

“Was it nice?”

“It was OK.”

“Tell me about the first time you let him do this.” Wayne’s fingers undid the buttons of her blouse and he slipped his hands in to cup her breasts in the light support of her bra.

Georgina smiled down at him and stroked his hair. “You shouldn’t be asking me about things like this.”

“Of course I should. I want to know all about you. That’s what we’re about, really knowing each other. Now tell me all about when he did this.” His hands continued exploring her breasts.

“We went round to his house one saturday afternoon when his parents were out and he showed me his bedroom. We sat on his bed and kissed for a while and then he put his hand under my jumper.”

“Did it get you all excited?”

“A bit.” Georgina was feeling excited by the hand stroking her breast and by the conversation.

“Did you let him undo your bra?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Lean forward.”

Wayne’s fingers undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and as she lent forward deftly unsnapped the catch of her bra. Then his hands took possession of her breasts, cool fingers stroking over aching nipples.

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“And did you let him see them?”

“Not that time.” She continued to answer him in whispers.

“When. Tell me all the details,” he whispered back.

“The next saturday we went to his room again and he put his hands up my jumper. Then he undid my bra and after a while pushed up my jumper. After that we kissed and he stroked my breasts.”

“Nothing else? What did you do for him?”

“He wanted me to touch him but I wouldn’t.”

“You little tease. And the next time?”

“In his room again, a few saturdays later. We were on the bed and I had my top off. We’d been kissing and he put my hand on his trousers.”

“Was his fly undone?”

“Not to begin with.”

“Tell me, and do it.” He took her hand and placed it on his crutch. She could feel his erection.

“He told me to feel it and he promised he wouldn’t do anything. So I squeezed it like this,” she squeezed Wayne’s penis through his trousers, “while he stroked my breasts. Then he undid his trousers and put my hand inside his boxer shorts.”

“And you wanted to? You just let him put your hand there?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to know what it felt like. I’d never touched one before.”

Their whispered conversation in the darkened room was building a bond of secrets in an atmosphere of trust. Georgina felt free to tell the man she loved what he wanted to know, and gratified by the pleasure she felt in telling him.

Wayne removed her hand and worked on his trousers. He guided her hand back to his bare penis.

“Did he get you to wank him?” Wayne lowered his voice to an tiny whisper.

“Yes,” her whisper was a sigh. Her hand began wanking Wayne gently.

“What did he do?”

“He kissed my breasts.”

Wayne raised his head. His tongue snaked round Georgina’s nipple. He lay back again and moved both hands back to her breasts.

“He taught you well. Or else you’re a natural.” He spoke in a normal voice that seemed to fill the room after the intimacy of the whispered confidences.

“Oh Wayne!” The magic moment was broken.

“Did you make him come?”

Wayne’s matter of fact tone made Georgina giggle. “Yes. He had to change his trousers and boxer shorts.”

Wayne grinned. “And did you let him touch your cunt?”

The harshness of the way he spoke the word seemed to increase its volume.

“Oh, Wayne, you know I don’t like you using that word.” She sounded shocked and hurt. She looked round the room as if to see who had overheard.

Wayne laughed at her reaction. “What should I call it?” He was whispering again. “Your love tube? Your entrance to paradise? Your pussy?” He put his arms round her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her, then whispered. “Or should I call it MY love tube, MY pussy, MY juicy cunt.”

“Wayne, stop it!” The warmth had returned to her voice.

He laughed again. “We’ll come back to that part later.” He released her from his arms and his hands moved back to her breasts. “Keep stroking and tell me more about you and little Willie.”

“I used to go round every saturday and do the same thing only after the first time he used to strip completely first.”

“So the two of you would go to his room and strip off? No necking first or anything?”

The question startled Georgina. She was embarrassed by her reply. It made the relationship with William seem only physical.”No, we’d just go into his room and he’d pull off his clothes and lie on the bed.”

“And you?”

“I always kept my knickers on.”

“But you just walked in to his room and stripped off.”

“Yes.”

“Were you excited when you were walking up the stairs?”

Georgina remembered the tightness in her chest, the aching in her nipples and the warmth between her legs. It had been purely physical. Her body so looked forward to William’s touch. She nodded.

Wayne rolled off the settee. “Strip off to your knickers. Quickly.” It was an order, not a suggestion.

“Not here! We can’t!” She was slightly breathless, excited by the forceful demand.

“Don’t worry, daddy won’t be back for another hour. I won’t let daddy’s princess be caught naked and panting in lust.” He grinned. “As long as you don’t waste time.”

Wayne stripped quickly and then helped Georgina out of her clothes. He lay her on the floor. She was tense and kept giggling. He kissed her and stroked her body. He was excited and his excitement was contagious.

“Did you never take your knickers off for him?”

“No.”

“But you let him touch you?”

“Yes. While I was stroking him I let him touch me.”

“Like this?” Wayne’s hand slid into her knickers and began to rub her clitoris.

“Yes.” Georgina felt herself becoming wet and open. Her body enjoyed the feel of Wayne’s naked skin on hers.

“Did he make you come?”

“Sometimes.”

“While you were wanking him off?”

“Yes.”

“So little Georgie-porgie likes having her little pudding and pie fingered.” He lent forward and kissed her before she could complain. “And what a lovely juicy little pudding and pie it is. But naughty fingerlicking little Willie never got your knickers off.”

“No.”

Wayne was moving beyond William. His hands worked Georgina’s knickers down and off. “I think your juicy little cunt wants something more than a finger in it now,” he whispered. “Open wide, my cock is going to give it what it wants.”

Georgina’s legs were wide. Wayne moved on top of her and pushed into her welcoming warmth.

“Is this better than Willie’s grubby fingers?”

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Much better.”

“I love the way your cunt loves my cock. They were made for each other.”

Her arms were round him, pulling him hard against her, urging him on, driven by her pleasure and her fear that her parents could arrive home early.

“You’re a wonderful fuck, Georgina,” he gasped. “That’s partly why I love you so much. Do you love me fucking you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Say it. Tell me what you love. Use the word.”

She was loving it. She felt fulfilled when he was in her. “I love you fucking me, Wayne,” she whispered. “I love you. Fuck me Wayne.”

She remembered lying on the floor in front of the gas fire, totally naked, dreading to hear the sound of the door as her father returned. Wayne on top of her, pushing in, sliding between her legs, till he ejaculated onto her belly in a grunting gasping spasm of pleasure. She remembered sighing, partly from pleasure at his release, and partly in relief that they could dress before daddy came home.

“Your turn,” he whispered. “You have to come like you did for your little Willie.” His fingers took over and he smiled down at her, whispering, “Cunt. Juicy cunt. That’s what it is and that’s what it’s called. And now it’s my cunt. My juicy cunt. What is it?”

Georgina’s body was responding, she felt her orgasm mounting. Two of his fingers slid inside her and then he stopped all movement and stared down at her. “Tell me what it is that I’m fingering.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Tell me what it is I’m fingering and I’ll finish you, then we can dress.”

“It’s your cunt,” she whispered.

And his fingers moved again, rubbing over her clitoris. Her pleasure was mounting again. She felt the orgasm grow as his fingers worked their magic.

“Tell me what it is again.”

“It’s your cunt, Wayne,” she gasped.

“It’s my cunt and you like me fingering it. Say it.”

“It’s your cunt, and I love you fingering it. I love you Wayne.”

“You can come now,” he whispered. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, I love you,” Georgina gasped as his dancing fingers released the orgasm they had so deftly built.

Georgina and her nice polite boyfriend Wayne were dressed and having a cup of tea when daddy arrived home an hour later.

Georgina opened her eyes. The flat was empty. Her life was empty. Two months after her wedding the crash took her mother and father and left her lost and lonely, totally dependant on Wayne.

Daddy was dead and now Wayne was gone too.

As she stood up she bumped against the table. The broken legs gave way. Her coffee mug slid down the sloping surface and emptied on the carpet.

Georgina looked at the room and sighed. She was no longer interested. She went to the bedroom.

The clock radio was still playing through the morning’s golden oldie Beatles selection. The voice of Paul McCartney was singing “She’s leaving home”.

She stood by the bedroom door and looked at the room. All the furniture was on Wayne’s side. The bedside cabinet with the clock radio, the dressing table and chair, the wardrobe. Her ownership to the room was a path to the bed. She had to enter his territory even to get her clothes.

She walked round to Wayne’s side of the bed, moved the chair and stood on it to reach her suitcases on top of the wardrobe.

She only wanted her clothes and the few personal mementos she had brought to the flat when they first married. In her underwear drawer was the vibrator that Wayne had bought for her. She threw it in the bin. There also were the stockings and suspenders, crutchless knickers and peep hole bra. They followed the vibrator.

She emptied Wayne’s wardrobe and dressing table of her clothes then returned to the living room.

She had bought little for herself since she moved into the flat. She glanced through the CD collection. They were all Wayne’s choice. She flicked through a pile of magazines. All Wayne’s. She glanced at the videos. All Wayne’s. It was as though she had stopped having any personality of her own on the day she married.

There were three books at the end of the shelf. They belonged to Georgina. Jane Austin’s Emma, left over from her school days. It had never meant much too her, though she always intended to finish it. Nine and a half Weeks. That was a present from Wayne just before they married. She had read it and was more worried by it than excited. Fortunately Wayne hadn’t bothered to read it. For him the video was enough.

The last book was a tattered copy of a play, A Dolls House. She bought that at a charity shop the day after Wayne told her he would have more fun with a blow up doll. She had found it difficult to read at first, but then began to recognise herself in the yellowed pages. This one book was retrieved from the shelf and dropped it in the case.

All of the possessions that she thought of as hers fitted easily into the two suitcases her father had given her when she packed the day before the wedding. She sat on the bed and looked around for what she intended to be the last time. It all seemed so unfair. She couldn’t see why it had gone wrong, only how.

At the beginning Wayne had been so perfect. Her mother liked him. Her father grew to accept that he would lose his princess. Even Hariet liked him.

Wayne was twenty three when they met and so much more in control than any of the boys she had ever spent time with.

The first time she saw him was through her bedroom window. She had just got out of bed and pulled her nightdress over her head. She was staring ahead expecting to see the view of the town over the bungalow roof opposite. Instead she saw a grinning face.

Wayne was painting their house.

She froze, aware of her nudity, aware of a smiling handsome stranger grinning at her. He waved, then his face disappeared.

Georgina was so embarrassed at their next meeting that she felt as if she was going to faint. But Wayne was very relaxed. He was leaning against his ladder by the front door as she was leaving. “I’m Wayne,” he said.

She’d gaped at him, the blood rushing to her face.

“It’s nice to meet you. Off to work?”

She nodded and rushed off.

“See you again, I hope,” he called after her. “I’d like to see more of you.”

That phrase and the slightly mocking tone he used stuck in her head all day. No one had seen so much of her since her mother had stopped bathing her.

But… The handsome face had asked her out for a drink and encouraged her to talk of her life and her interests. He had kissed her goodnight when he left her home and whispered, “I never thought I’d experience love at first sight. That was a magnificent way to get my attention.”

“I didn’t know you were there,” she snapped back.

“I know you didn’t. Do you believe in fate? If you hadn’t shown me everything you’ve got I might never have noticed how beautiful you are. If I hadn’t noticed how beautiful you are I wouldn’t have asked you out. If I hadn’t asked you out I wouldn’t have found out how wonderful you are. Fate put us together. We can’t fight fate.” And he kissed her again. Georgina was won by the argument.

He had taken her virginity on their third date. She had come to this flat for diner. Wayne had cooked. There was a single rose on the table and the cramped kitchenette was cosy and intimate in candle light.

After the meal they had kissed. Music was playing. He had taken her to the bedroom and patiently undressed her, caressing every part of her body, making her feel loved and wanted.

He made love to her slowly and gently. Romance, love, care and sensitivity. Everything just right, the way the first time should be. The way she had fantasised about it.

Later their love making became less conventional. Wayne enjoyed games, touching her in public, fondling her in doorways. But he had moved slowly, carrying along a willing Georgina, telling her that he would teach her all that she needed to know about love and about their bodies.

He was patient and gentle for the six months of their courtship. He complained about her job. It wasn’t the fatty smell of cooking that annoyed him. Serving fish and chips six evenings and five lunchtimes a week made dating difficult. He met her almost every night, arriving from the pub to walk her home. He often made her so hot and wet with his roving hands and passionate kisses that she found it difficult to sleep.

She enjoyed her job. It taught her to banter with the boys and use swear words like weapons when she needed to. But they didn’t need the extra money she earned. Wayne was doing very well and he wanted her to be at home in the evenings. He persuaded her to give in her notice just before they married.

The honeymoon had been wonderful too. They made love every day. And every day she was persuaded to be more daring than the day before. He had taken her to a topless beach and persuaded her out of her bikini top. He enjoyed watching other men stare at her breasts. He told her she should be proud of them and insisted she coat them carefully with sun block. She enjoyed sensing Wayne’s pride of ownership while others on the beach watched surreptitiously as she smoothed it on.

Georgina remembered his drawer. His special collection. She wasn’t going to leave them with him.

She went round to Wayne’s side of the bed. The drawer was locked. That was how he always kept it. But that was not going to stop her. She fetched the carving knife from the kitchen, forced it into the drawer and pushed up hard. It took three attempts before the lock parted from the flimsy front and the drawer slid open. She threw the knife on the bed.

There were the pictures of Georgina on the beach, breasts bare. And pictures of the wet T shirt competition that Wayne persuaded her to enter. He stood at the front of the crowd, smiling encouragement as she squealed when the cold water was first flicked, then poured over her chest.

The picture showed the effect. The T-shirt plastered to her breasts, nipples clearly defined through the clinging material.

It was Wayne’s grinning encouragement that enabled her to do what the compere asked and remove the wet T-shirt for the cheering crowd. The picture of her standing with two other finalists, breasts bare, recorded her performance.

He had also kept a picture of the girl who won the competition. She had stripped completely. Georgina was willing to follow suit, the excitement of the crowd carrying her along. But Wayne had stopped encouraging her. He told her later that there were some things for his eyes only.

She found his collection of polaroids.

At first she had enjoyed that game. There were pictures of her taken unexpectedly, leaving the shower, or sitting up in bed. But the later pictures had been more contrived. When he had first asked her to pose she had been excited by his excitement. She had taken off her clothes as he flashed the camera. She had thrust out her naked chest and pouted. She had even stretched out on the bed with her legs parted for his camera. When he bought her stockings and suspenders she had laughed. But after the first time she no longer wanted to dress up for the camera. And she hated being blindfolded and tied up.

Most of the later shots were taken when Wayne had been drinking. She remembered the helpless feeling of confusion when he ordered her into silly positions. He spoke to her as though he disliked her and in the love making at the end of each session Wayne had used her for his pleasure with no thought for her needs.

She began on the polaroids one at a time. Glancing at each image then tearing into small bits and dropping the pieces in the bin.

The pictures made her feel cheap. She had become an object that he owned and used. It was only recently that she had realised this was how he thought of her. The woman who stayed at home and cooked and cleaned. It never occurred to him to ask what she wanted. And she had allowed it to happen. She had allowed him to bury her personality. She had not rebelled.

She had ironed his shirts, cleaned the flat, prepared his meals on time. She wore the clothes he wanted, watched appalling sex videos with him, gave up her friends and rarely went out except to shop. Yet the more pliable she was to his wishes the more dissatisfied he seemed to become.

Well now she was going to build a new life. Her own life. She was going to become herself again.

That thought finally broke her control. She was unsure who she was. She had never been herself. There had always been daddy, then Wayne. Now there was no one.

She felt the tears of helplessness and self pity welling up inside. She knew the feeling well. The first times Wayne hit her she cried for hours. Later she cried for minutes. Eventually she cried for the pain and would not allow herself to cry for anything else. Not crying had become her way of combatting the Wayne she despised while she tried to please the Wayne she still believed she loved and needed.

Georgina swallowed her tears. She had to act, not weep. She had made her decision. The drawer was still half full. She recognised her writing on some letters. After the honeymoon he had asked her to write to him while he was working, so that he could read her thoughts when he returned home. Letters of love. He had enjoyed the letters and encouraged her to be more and more explicit about how she missed him and what she wanted to do with him. Another game.

She went to the kitchenette and found a carrier bag. Back in the bedroom she pulled the drawer free from the cabinet, emptied it into the plastic bag and put the lot in her suitcase. He would be left with nothing of her.

She shucked off the dressing gown and walked briskly to the bathroom. In the shower she scrubbed her body under water as hot as she could stand. She was washing off the dirt and contamination of her marriage and leaving her body totally cleansed and ready for her new life.

“Yesterday” was on the radio as she towelled herself dry. She walked to Wayne’s side of the bed and turned the radio off. The songs were definitely not to her taste. Yesterday was behind her. A new life in front. She was determined to be cheerful.

She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror of the dressing table. She stared at herself and the reflection of the room. Her on a marriage bed, her skin still pink from the heat of the shower. Behind her was the open door of the bedroom. She stared at her escape route, then forced a smile on her face.

“You have a lot to offer,” she said to her reflection. She straightened. “That’s a very nice body,” she pushed out her breasts. “And a friendly smile.” She grimaced, then laughed. “Don’t mope. You have a lot going for you.” She dressed quickly and left the bedroom.

Wayne’s wallet was on his desk in front of her. She would need some money. She opened the wallet. There was no cash in it, but the bank card was there. She opened the small top drawer and found the pin number. He couldn’t throw it away, he was afraid he would forget it. Now she could have money too. She felt she deserved something for all that he had taken from her.

She looked round the flat. This would be the last time she would see this place. She had decided. She gave a small wave to the flat and to her old way of life.

Hariet stretched and glanced at the alarm clock one more. It was eight fifteen, she knew she would had to move soon. But Wayne was in the bathroom and she wanted him to remember her like this, legs parted, one hand supporting a full breast. She knew that it was these images of her availability that kept him coming back. She despised him, but she also enjoyed her power over him.

She was annoyed that her pathetic little sister had finally fought back and Wayne had been unable to subdue the rebellion. It had been fun having him stay the night, especially when she thought of Georgina crying in her empty bed. But Hariet wanted things back to normal.

The first time Hariet met Wayne she felt jealous. Georgina was over him like a rash, totally under his spell. It was obvious that the little princess had finally got laid and enjoyed it. Hariet let Wayne know that she liked him. His ego was big and his brain small so she found it easy to massage one and manipulate the other.

The first time she had him was the evening when the love birds formally announced their engagement. A strained family dinner with Daddy sliding into his bottle of whisky and tearful Mummy informing Hariet that Wayne and Georgina were going to tie the knot.

Hariet congratulated them with a smile on her face and decided to fuck his brains out before the night was over. It wasn’t only because she disliked her spoilt little brat of a sister, she also found Wayne attractive. Sweet revenge and pleasure as well.

There was no difficulty carrying out her decision. At the end of the evening she asked him to drive her home. He was happy to do it. She invited him in for coffee. She didn’t make any coffee, she disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared in a dressing gown that was almost transparent.

“I need to check if you’re man enough for my little. You look nervous. Do I frighten you? Are you frightened of women?”

Her self confidence confounded him. He put up no resistance when she put her arms around his neck.

“I ought to find out if you are a sufficiently experienced to provide my sister with the pleasure she deserves in life.”

She pressed her lips to his and began to kiss him. She felt jubilant when he responded. He kissed well and when she broke from the kiss she enjoyed his nervous laugh and his look of excitement.

“Georgina hasn’t had much experience. I wouldn’t like her to miss out because she hasn’t shopped around. I suppose I ought to check out your equipment too.” Her hand stroked down his chest to his belly, then down further to rest on the bulge at his crutch.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Wayne said.

“I’d dare,” Hariet replied. “I need to find out if you’re a real man or a nervous little boy.”

She stared straight in his eyes while her hands unzipped his trousers. He made no attempt to stop her. She undid the trousers and eased them and his underpants down.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Wayne said. He tried to sound in control, but the quiver in his voice let her know that she was in command.

“So what do you call this piece of flesh?” she asked.

“That’s my cock. It’s in perfect working order.”

“It’s getting bigger. It feels like a very nice cock.” She stroked it, still looking directly into his eyes. “Does my little sister like your cock?”

“She loves it,” Wayne said.

“She hasn’t had much experience of how to play with cocks, you’ll have a lot to teach her.” Her hand was gripping him tightly and pulling on the now turgid erection. Her other hand cupped his balls and squeezed them lightly. “Now take off the rest of your clothes, I want to check you all over.” He didn’t move. “Do it now,” Hariet said quietly. She squeezed his balls tightly enough to make him wince. “Don’t go all shy on me.”

Wayne pulled off his jacket and tie, then undid his shirt. His clothes were dropped to the floor while her hands continued to excite him.

“Lie down flat on the floor, Wayne. You’re doing well.” She smiled at him and pulled on his balls to encourage him to do as she had ordered.

Wayne lay down, Hariet’s hand still holding him.

She straddled him, positioned the head of his cock and sank onto him. He felt helpless from the intensity of the experience.

“Is Georgina on the pill?”

“Not yet,” he grunted.

“So what precautions do you take, condoms or whip it out.”

“Usually condoms.”

“Then this must feel particularly good to you. I’m on the pill so we can go all the way. I’ve practised a lot, my cunt is trained. How does this feel?” She gripped his cock tighter, then relaxed, then gripped it again, milking it. Wayne groaned.

“I think you’ll make a good husband for my little sister. And if you’re a good boy and do as I say, I’ll teach you all sorts of things that you’ll be able to teach her. It will be my present to her, making the two of you a perfect couple. But you’re not to tell her where you get your experience from. She wouldn’t understand. And you’re not to go fucking other women. You have to be really faithful to Georgina. I will be the only other woman you’ll ever need.”

Hariet stayed on top for all that followed. She rode Wayne, controlling his pleasure, building up his excitement until he exploded inside her.

When Wayne left she felt exultant. He left feeling slightly guilty and one hell of a stud.

His guilt didn’t stop him coming back for more. She offered him his wedding present on the afternoon of his stag do. He enjoyed the present. Being able to have his wife’s sister was exciting.

A few days after the honeymoon Wayne arrived home to find Hariet in the flat. Georgina was showing her the honeymoon photographs and was embarrassed when he puled out the photographs of the wet T shirt competition and the topless beach shots.

Hariet laughed at her sister’s embarrassment.

“You’re married now, Georgina. Don’t be coy. It’s your job to please your husband. But you are a naughty boy, Wayne. This is between you and Georgina, not for general viewing. I must go. I just came here from work to say welcome back. Usually I go straight home. And that is where I’m going now. Could Wayne give me a lift?” She asked Georgina. “And if you can spare him for an extra few minutes my sink is blocked.”

Georgina was happy that Hariet was being friendly. It had always been a rare event.

On the way to her house Hariet got Wayne to tell her the details of his honeymoon and Wayne enjoyed boasting of his sex life with her sister.

“I’m glad she’s willing to have fun.” Hariet said when they got inside the house Hariet. “But you haven’t taught her the pleasures of oral sex yet, you naughty boy. I think you ought to do that. Tonight when you get home, you must teach her how to give you pleasure with her mouth. She may be nervous at first, but don’t take no for an answer, it’s well worth learning. I’m going to teach you how to get her to do it. Take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom like this.”

Hariet took Wayne’s hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

“Next, you tell her you are going to give her a lovely surprise and tie a blindfold over her eyes like this.” Hariet blindfolded a willing Wayne. “Then get her to lie on the bed. Kiss her to reassure her, she has to have fun too.” Hariet kissed Wayne.

“When she is nice and relaxed, tie her hands to the bed head.” Hariet tied Wayne’s hands with cords that had obviously been prepared before. “Kiss her again and fondle her body, then, off with her knickers.” She undid Wayne’s trousers and pulled them down. “Stroke her a bit to get her nice and wet,” Hariet’s hand stroked Wayne erect. “Get her in the mood.”

Wayne was clearly in the mood.

“Next tie her ankles to the bottom of the bed. Now she is totally under your control. A little more kissing and reassurance, then use your mouth to teach Georgina the pleasures of oral sex.”

Hariet’s tongue explored Wayne’s cock, then her lips made a hot tight circle round the head. “Keep playing with her until she is really excited, then tell her it’s her turn and get her to give you pleasure with her mouth like this.”

Hariet straddled his face. Her hands lifted his head. “Do it.”

She held him in position encouraging his tongue, pressing down on his mouth and nose until he found it difficult to breathe. He felt her fingers moving over the same area as his mouth. The excitement he felt from her masturbation was as great as the pleasure he had felt from her tongue.

After her orgasm she released him.

“I didn’t make you come because I want you to save it all for Georgina. Now you go home and have fun.”

And that was what Wayne did. Georgina giggled when he led her into the bedroom and blindfolded her and laid her on the bed. She was nervous when he tied her hands to the headboard but his kisses reassured her. She enjoyed his tongue and allowed him to push his cock into her mouth. She sucked as he masturbated. He was gripping her hair tightly with one hand when he came in her mouth.

He finished her by hand before he untied her.

Oral sex became Wayne’s main pleasure for a while. He rarely did it for Georgina, but he often had her suck him as a part of their love making. Some of his pleasure came from his awareness that she didn’t really like it and only did it to please him. But the fact that she didn’t like it annoyed him as well.

Hariet enjoyed hearing about the games and was ready with further ideas. At Hariet’s suggestion Wayne bought a polaroid camera so that she could see what he got up to. Many fun sessions with Hariet were begun by looking at the pictures he had taken of Georgina.

Georgina enjoyed the photo sessions to begin with. She liked the games. When he bought some special clothes she complained a little, but wore them when he asked her to. When he got her a vibrator she tried to refuse to use it while he watched, but Hariet taught him how to get her to go along with his wishes. By following his sister-in-law’s advice he gained a very compliant wife.

As Georgina became less spontaneous Wayne made the games more intricate. Everything was from his instruction and her compliance. That excited him. He was in charge, she would do whatever he wanted. But she was always too ready to tell him that she was doing it because he told her to, not because she wanted to, even though her body showed it’s enjoyment. That annoyed him.

The most exciting game had happened a few months before. Hariet planned it so that she could be present. She let herself into the flat as arranged, using a spare key that Wayne provided. She slipped off her shoes and moved quietly to the bedroom. Wayne was at the bottom of the bed wearing only a dressing gown, camera in hand. He looked flushed and nervous, but his excitement was obvious. Georgina was tied spread eagle on the bed, naked but for a blindfold and a pair of stockings.

Wayne nodded at Hariet. She smiled, crossed her arms, and lent casually against the door frame.

“You’re looking good,” Wayne said. “Smile for the camera.”

Hariet smiled at Georgina’s attempted smile. Wayne took a photograph, then put down the camera. He moved to the side of the bed and his hands took hold of Georgina’s breasts and squeezed. One hand moved to between her legs. He rubbed at her clitoris, grinning in triumph at Hariet as he began to get a response.

In reply, Hariet undid her blouse and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra. She dropped the blouse on the floor, undid her skirt and let it slither to the floor. She was naked. She smiled at Wayne. He grinned, his fingers still working on Georgina’s clitoris.

Hariet silently moved close to him. She undid the cord of the dressing gown and pulled it off his shoulders. His hand left Georgina and he stood up. Hariet dropped the dressing gown and put one hand on his cock. She wanked him gently, then lent forward and tweaked one of Georgina’s nipples. Wayne was shocked, and thrilled. Hariet grinned at him, pulled on his cock and pointed at Georgina’s mouth.

Wayne climbed onto the bed, straddling Georgina’s body.

“Suck me,” he said.

“Wayne.” The name was used as a complaint, but not a refusal.

He raised her head with one hand, supported himself on the wall with the other, and pushed his penis against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked.

Hariet watched, then picked up the camera. She focused carefully, then took a picture of Wayne’s sitting on the face of a naked spreadeagle Georgina. She tapped Wayne on the shoulder when she saw he was beginning to enjoy Georgina’s mouth too much. He nodded and withdrew, then climbed off the bed.

Hariet picked up the vibrator and grinned at him. She twisted the base. It began to hum. She rubbed it around Georgina’s clitoris for a few moments, then twisted and prodded it slowly inside her, easing it deep. Wayne watched, his tongue flicking nervously across his lips.

When Hariet extracted the vibrator she nodded at Wayne and he untied the cord that held one of Georgina’s hands to the headboard. He tied the cord round her thigh, tethering her hand near to her cunt.

“You do it, rub yourself.” he said.

“I don’t..”

“Hurry up, I’ve got the camera ready,” he snarled.

Her hand moved to rub herself. They watched while Georgina masturbated, Hariet’s hand pulling at Wayne’s cock. She could see their reflection in the dressing table mirror. She could see herself wanking Wayne while her blinded sister masturbated for their pleasure. Hariet felt good.

Wayne put the vibrator into Georgina’s hand. “Use it. Work it deep inside yourself.”

Hariet smiled at Wayne then took hold of his ears and pulled him to his knees in front of her. She guided his head between her legs and felt his tongue explore her cunt while she watched the whole scene in the mirror. Georgina working the vibrator into herself. Wayne on his knees in front of her, his head between her legs.

She stepped back and pulled him to his feet. Then they left Georgina with the vibrator humming between her legs and went to the living room.

Hariet had Wayne lie on the floor. She mounted him and rode him till he exploded inside her. When she finished they had a cup of coffee before she dressed and left. It had been a memorable evening.

But now Georgina had rebelled. Hariet wasn’t really surprised. She knew that Wayne hit her from time to time, she hadn’t actually advised it but she did feel a lot of satisfaction from the knowledge. She really felt annoyed that Wayne had run off when Georgina fought back.

Wayne appeared from the bathroom, shaved and dressed and ready to go. Hariet moved from her pose when she was sure it had registered in his feeble mind. She got off the bed and pulled on her dressing gown.

“I still don’t see why I should apologise,” Wayne said.

“Because otherwise you won’t get her back. And I’m not going to wreck my sister’s marriage. If you lose her you lose me.”

“This is stupid,” Wayne muttered. But she knew he would do as he was told.

Hariet dressed and they left the house together. Wayne was giving her a lift to work before going back to make his peace with Georgina.

Neither of them saw the forlorn figure with heavy suitcases turning the corner into one end of the street as Wayne’s van pulled out of the other end.

Wayne went back to his flat after dropping Hariet off. He was worried when he found the flat empty of Georgina and her clothes. He did not want to lose Georgina, particularly as he knew that Hariet meant what she said. He would lose both of them. He had grown accustomed to his life. The master in his own home, totally in control of his wife. But not master with Hariet. She played the lead in their relationship and he found that exciting. He had to get Georgina back.

It didn’t take much thinking to work out where she would be. She had no where else to go but Hariet’s house. He knew he would find her there. She must have arrived just after he and Hariet left. That worried him for a moment. The best kept secret could have been discovered. Then he relaxed. What could be more natural than a loving husband going to his wife’s sister to ask her help.

It was early for a drink, but he felt in need of one. He poured himself a glass of malt whisky, his Christmas present from Hariet. Usually he was a beer drinker, but this was the time for a bit of dutch courage. He had to crawl to Georgina if necessary and he didn’t want too bad a taste left in his mouth from doing it.

He had another slurp of whisky and felt it burn its way to his stomach. He re-lived his anger at Georgina’s violence. Maybe he shouldn’t hit her so much. But she definitely shouldn’t have hit him. He’d been too soft, he decided. He should have smashed her to a pulp. She wouldn’t have gone running off to her sister’s then.

Wayne looked at his watch. It was just after nine. He was supposed to be working. But that was the nice thing about being your own boss, you chose your own hours. He worked on his own and he made a good living out of it, both from the painting and the little extra earner on the side. That made him almost as much money as the painting and took a lot less effort. The place he was working on at the moment was perfect for it. He’d pick up a couple of hundred extra for sure.

He drained the glass, feeling confident again. Life was sorted. Pick up Georgina, tell her everything would be alright in the future. Then work, see Felix and pick up some extra cash. Maybe take Georgina out for a meal this evening and sweet talk her a bit to get her firmly under control again.

He left the flat and drove to Hariet’s house. There was no answer when he knocked on the door. He was irritated, but not worried. Georgina would have realised that Hariet was at work. She would return later. He’d call and pick her up when he’d finished the house and finished his extra bit of business with Felix.