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Susan wriggled in her airline seat, relishing the burning feeling of her freshly fucked ass. The rather staid woman sitting next to her gave the well-dressed young businesswoman a stern look. Every time Susan wriggled, she made contact with the woman’s ample frame, overflowing her seat.
Many passengers, mainly male, had looked appreciatively as she had made her way to her seat, the severe business suit highlighting her toned body, the high heels making her legs look even better. Susan was thirty-five, in her prime. She wriggled again, wondering if she was leaking cum onto the seat. Her last, very comprehensive, fucking had been only thirty minutes ago!
Susan thought back on the last 72 hours, when her life had changed forever. Her thoughts wandered, back to her life as a professional woman and mother. She wriggled in her seat again, her anus reminding her of the changes in her life. She was an architect, a good one, married to an accountant, a caring, gentle man. She had three lovely, lively daughters. Amy was a delightful, leggy girl in that wonderful stage where she was no longer a child, but not quite a woman. Carrie, the shy one, had promise of great beauty, and was just starting to shoot up, her legs seeming an inch longer each week. Jenny, the youngest, was curious and adventurous, always in trouble, always eager to try something new.
Her husband was a good man, but he was boring! Their sex life had been adventurous at first, a few times she had even taken him in her mouth briefly, but after Amy’s birth it had settled down to a fixed, rather dull routine. On Saturday night he would emerge from the bathroom naked under his bathrobe. He would ensure that the curtains were tightly closed, that the bedroom door was locked. Then he would turn off the lights and get into bed. Foreplay was brief and predictable. He would bring her close to orgasm, mount her, always in the missionary position, and thrust into her for a minute or two. The moment he had cum he would roll off her, go to the bathroom and shower. Now dressed in his usual pyjamas, he would get into bed and be instantly asleep.
Susan was bored! She wanted something more from her sex life. Daily workouts at the gym ensured that her body was firm and very, very attractive. Heads turned as she walked past, usually in the high heels that showed her long legs to best advantage and made her feel really good. She had taken to wearing daring bikinis, much to her husband’s disapproval. They would walk along the beach, him in the long swimming shorts and baggy, multi-coloured shirt he always wore on such occasions, and her in a daring scrap of cloth that just covered her. At home she had taken to wearing just a G-string bottom at the pool. Amy had followed suit, as had the other two girls. She had an even all-over tan, except for the startling white triangle at her pubes. She stirred again in her seat. She no longer had pubic hair. That had been removed four days ago, at the start of her adventure.
It had all started about a year ago. Searching for information on a building project she had stumbled on a ‘social networking site for adults.’ At first she had recoiled in disgust, and moved away immediately. Then she had become curious. She went back, shocked and fascinated by pictures of penises, bondage, gay sex and other things she had been taught were ‘perversions.’ After lurking on the site for a while she had joined, using the name ‘sexyinheels.’ Her discussions with other members had led to the events of the past holiday weekend.
She had been away on one of her frequent business trips to visit projects she was involved in. Normally she rushed back home immediately after her meetings were over, but this time she had told her husband she would stay a few days longer to scout locations for new projects. It was unfortunate that this coincided with a holiday weekend, but she convinced him it would be good for him to have the girls to himself for a while.
After her final meeting, she had left her hotel room dressed as usual in her rather formal suit. She took a taxi to the address she had been given. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she rang the doorbell of the large suburban house, set in its own grounds. A voice over the intercom asked her to state her business. As instructed, she answered simply “sexyinheels.”
The gate buzzed and she walked up the driveway to the house. She was greeted at the door by a formally dressed man, a butler, she thought. Politely he asked her for a password, and having been given the correct reply, led her into a comfortable sitting room.
Inviting her to sit down, he explained the rules that would apply for the coming four days. There were some papers to sign, and then he led her to a small room. It was bare of furniture, except for a well-equipped dressing table. There was a box on the floor. The walls consisted largely of mirrors. “Once you are completely naked, ring this bell. I should point out to you that ringing the bell is an irrevocable act. Once you have rung the bell you are committed for the weekend, there is no going back. I repeat, ringing the bell is an irrevocable act!”
He left, closing the door behind him.
Susan stood, unmoving. Was this really what she wanted to do? She could still walk away from here, her dignity intact. After a moment she started unbuttoning her jacket.
Soon she stood, reflected in the mirrors, naked except for her watch and her panties. She removed the watch. Again she stood, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the flimsy garment. Somehow removing it was a major step. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She knew that men would desire her body. She was slim, her breasts quite small, but beautifully shaped, firm, topped with cute nipples. Her stomach had just a slight bulge, the product of three children, while her thighs were slim and subtly muscled. She sighed, then decisively pulled down the panties and stepped out of them. The pale triangle at her groin stood out, a glaring invitation. She dropped the panties in the box. Closed the lid.
Her finger hovered over the bell push.
“I repeat, ringing the bell is an irrevocable act!”
The words echoed in her head. She pressed the button; and waited.
(To be continued)
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