JUST WHO IS USING WHO HERE?
‘What the hell?’ That was the thought running through my head, as the computer screen suddenly went blank, just when I in the middle of writing my report. Wondering if the machine had been running in any sort of ‘autosave’ mode before it mal-functioned, and how long ago it had run one of those routines? How much of my work could be recovered, or would I be forced to start from scratch yet again?
Suddenly it dawned upon me that it wasn’t just the machine on my own desk that had failed, I became aware of wailing noises throughout the office as everybody’s seemed to have switched off. Also, I realised, the office lighting had gone, replaced by the very low intensity of the back-up system, just enough illumination to ensure a safe evacuation, but not at a level enough to carry-on performing the normal tasks. Even if the computers were continuing to function that is. It appeared that all electrical power to the office had ceased.
It had. After a period of general mumbling and the like, our immediate manager poked his head out of his office, announcing that he’d just been informed by the higher-ups that the electricity supplier had been in contact and that the supply was very unlikely to be restored soon, not until the evening most probably. Therefore, they had agreed to close the office, what choice did they have, NO work could be performed without power, so we were all invited to begin our weekends early, yes it was a Friday, and go home. ‘Well, that’s a turn up for the books,’ thought I to nobody other than myself, as I packed up the few items on my desk and prepared to go home. Which these days meant my young wife’s parent’s home.
When Claire and I had first met, about three years ago now, I had no idea of just whom she was or how rich her parents were. To me she was simply an ordinary girl, one who seemed so compatible as we seemed to gel in so many ways. And fell in love with one another. It was only then that I discovered that her father, Henry, was a high-powered senior businessman, with an income to match. Not to mention that his wife Celia, Claire’s mother, had very high ambitions for her only child, which most certainly did not include Claire residing in my rather squalid flat, myself being orphaned at a very young age and therefore not receiving any parental support, being all I could manage at the time. However, I had worked hard at both school and university, obtaining a decent degree, admittedly a good second rather than a first, and had obtained a rather lucrative position of employment.
Thus, earning the respect of Claire’s parents, fully recognising my work ethic and potential, and completely realising that my very low standard of housing was totally down to my misfortune in life, and that I was giving every effort to overcome it. Their solution? That the young couple, Claire and I live, practically rent free, with them, while we save for a deposit in order to purchase a property of our own. A generous offer that we gratefully accepted, noting that neither Henry or Celia had raised any objection whatsoever, to Claire and I becoming wed in the first place.
A wedding that duly went ahead then, obviously one with all the ‘bells and whistles,’ naturally with all the considerable expenses being met by my new parents-in-law, and whilst my ‘side’ of the church was slightly barren, the day was deemed to be a great success. Immediately after the honeymoon in Malta, again paid for by the very generous Henry was over, we moved straight into the family home, to commence our married life, and to be completely honest I was pleasantly surprised that my new in laws never interfered or disturbed our routine, any more than they needed to with us living in their home.
Now, when I arrived there that day it was still within the morning period and my arrival was totally unexpected, I was supposed to be at work after all, as were both Henry and Claire. The only person present, therefore being Celia, and she expected to be completely undisturbed. As I entered the house, very quietly, I became aware of certain sounds, which intrigued me greatly, and to be totally honest, amused me even more. I could firstly hear a gentle ‘buzzing’ sound, in addition to gentle moans of a female deriving sexual pleasure, although when I say ‘gentle’ they were soon rapidly increasing in terms of both pitch and volume!
I could see her quite clearly, as she lay upon the luxurious sofa, pleasuring herself, and with some degree of success it appeared, thinking I was utterly out of sight. Only, unbeknown to me I could be observed, sniggering to myself at what I was seeing, within a wall mounted mirror. My adversary here, not saying anything for the moment, but very much clocking my amusement. So, why had she appeared not to have noticed?
Firstly, she had succeeded in bringing herself to climax, she was right on the verge of that, feeling no need to stop that process upon my arrival. But, within her own mind she sensed an opportunity here, to obtain far more sexual pleasure, but using my body, in particular my cock, instead of her vibrator. Oh yes, some kinky ideas were starting to form inside of that devious mind of hers! Let nobody underestimate Celia here, this was a very intelligent lady make no mistake about that, one who was quite capable of thinking upon her feet.
However, before I continue any further with this tale, Ladies and Gentlemen, let me give you a profile of Mrs Celia Emelda Portchester, and a short description of just what sort of lady she was. Firstly, I suppose I’d better point that that when we arrived at the point in life where Claire had reached the same age as her mother was now, I’d be a very happy man indeed if she still possessed the same degree of sexual attractiveness. Yes, Celia was a VERY sexy lady, and if age had diminished that sex appeal by some degree, believe me, there was still plenty left. In short, we are talking about a real stunner here. Having given birth to the presently twenty-three-year-old Claire at twenty-five herself, it meant that Celia was still short of her fiftieth birthday, although that particular milestone was rapidly approaching.
Who, let’s face it, thoroughly enjoyed her social status as the wife of a very successful, and therefore exceedingly rich, businessman. One whose habits in life was being extremely generous with that acquired wealth when it came to his spouse, as fully reflected in Celia’s attire. All of the finest level of quality, definitely including her lingerie, such as the pure satin suspender belt and sheer nylon stockings, that consisted of the only items of clothing that she was adorned in right at that precise moment. Their house was within an exclusive district, and was furnished appropriately, to the same high standard as Celia’s garments. Henry drove a car to match his status, an almost brand-new top of the range Jaguar, and although Celia’s regular conveyance was smaller, it was still what would be considered a ‘class motor,’ and almost brand new itself.
Yet something was missing from this, seemingly idyllic lifestyle, fulfilment of Celia’s sexuality. Henry was completely vanilla regarding the ‘pleasures of the flesh,’ almost viewing the whole act as a chore, something to be performed only to procreate the species as opposed to the aim of obtaining sheer pleasure, much to Celia’s dismay. That he granted her any time within the bedroom at all was rare nowadays, he was far too busy working at being that businessman, money and the raising of it always being his number one priority in life. Having said all that, he wasn’t cruel and uncaring towards his wife in any way, never actually mistreating her at all. And anyway, hadn’t he done his marital duties in providing her with Claire and her younger brother, Adam? Making sure that they were always provided for in every aspect of life.
Thus, it would be completely true that Celia considered herself to be somewhat ‘sex starved’ at the present moment, a matter she could rectify, admittedly to a limited degree, by taking advantage of my sexual organs to obtain her pleasure. However, at this precise juncture there was the small matter of her impending orgasm to contend with first, after all she’d expended so much effort in vibing herself to obtain it.
Which duly arrived, much to both my amusement and entertainment. Her body seemed to freeze, momentarily then twitched violently as ecstasy fully claimed her, her cries of sheer enjoyment filled the room and, I have to be totally honest here, greatly impressing me with their utter passion! Completely re-enforcing the impression ringing around within my head that this is a very sexy lady indeed.
As she appeared to ‘come-down’ from this climax, I resolved to beat a hasty retreat, still believing that my presence was still unknown of. But that illusion was shattered almost immediately by the shrill cry of Celia’s voice, “did you enjoy the show, Darling?”
I stopped, halting there and then in a state of complete and utter shock. How the hell had she known I was there, an explanation I was to receive shortly as Celia revealed the fact that she had fully observed me standing there, enjoying the sight of her obtaining that orgasm, and my obvious amusement of her antics. But first was the matter of addressing just how she intended to make use of the opportunity that my perceived ‘peeping Tom’ activities had now presented to her.
Before I began to move again, Celia had joined me, leaving the living room still just wearing stockings and suspenders which, as you can surely imagine took all my attentions. Which just intensified the smile upon her beaming face. “Oh, I see that the sight of my stockings appears to have some effect,” the bulge showing in the front of my trousers was becoming far more visible, “well I do possess more than one pair of those.” I must readily admit that I didn’t grasp the significance of those words at the time.
Because my mother-in-law continued in a far more serious tone. “Do you make a habit of watching people pleasuring themselves, um? Within the so-called privacy of their own homes?” As I simply stood there, like a rabbit within the headlights, uncapable of speech, she prompted, “well, I’m waiting. Oh, and by the way, there’s a rather fortunately placed mirror within that room, that’s precisely how I’m aware of your perverted viewing. And now I’m going to use that to my definite advantage.”
Realising that I was rapidly losing control of this situation, as if I ever had possession of it in the first place, I finally found my voice. “I’m so sorry Celia,” she had never insisted I call her ‘mum’ or any other such title, “there was a power cut at the office, and that’s why I’m home. But this is your house, not mine, and you’re right, I shouldn’t have spied upon you. You have every right to do just what you please within these four walls, without any adverse ‘viewing.’ I truly am most apologetic and accept that what I just did was completely wrong.”
“So, you’re sorry, are you? I’m not! You see this has presented me with a marvellous opportunity to fulfil one of my sexual desires, a change to realise a fantasy of mine within the bedroom, one that your father-in-law would never grant me. Especially as you’re not in any position to refuse me here. Before I outline to you just what that is, let me explain, that provided you now agree to my terms here, I will fully accept that apology of yours. I can see that it is sincerely expressed, and because you are, in general, a decent and honest man. I truly believe that your indiscretion wasn’t deliberate, although now you have to pay the price for it.”
She stepped forward, right into my personal space, and before I could react her lips were upon mine, as she initiated a kiss. And, believe me, we’re not talking about any old kiss here, a fully blown snog more like, full of pent-up passion and menace. And when she broke it off? She looked straight into my eyes with her own, which sparkled with pure lust, “you are mine now!” As her hand now clamped upon my erection she continued, “go now and shower, thoroughly clean yourself, and then report to my bedroom naked in about ten minutes time. You’re going to spend the rest of this day in my bed with me. Give me what I want, and we’ll say no more about your spying, refuse and you’ll be explaining yourself regarding that perverted behaviour to your wife, who just happens to be my daughter, and my husband this evening!”
Yes, this woman had me ‘over a barrel’ as it were, and while yes, we both knew it, her suggestions, no let’s be honest, her orders, were not filling me with the dread and revulsion that they should have been here. I mean I should have been repulsed, she was telling me to break my marriage vows no less, with the innocent party here, as she herself had stated, no less than her own child. But part of me, a large part, wanted to do precisely what I was being told to, I must admit. Ok, I could try to defend myself by suggesting that I had been placed within a position where I had no choice, I was being blackmailed. Yes, to an extent that was a true fact, Celia could well have been accused of that here. But I’d be lying if I said that this was the only reason that I caved in so quickly, immediately rushing off to take the shower she’d ordered me to. For I did so far from unwillingly. Why?
The answer I guess comes from Claire’s own attitude to sex. She obviously took after her father more than her mother here, unfortunately. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t as if sex with my wife didn’t happen often and was lacking in passion, far from it, Claire was a very willing partner in the bedroom, and we enjoyed a very active and regular sex life. But every initial move had to be made by me, sure when I’d done so Claire would react positively, ensuring a good time was had by all. But, just occasionally, I wished for her to take the lead, as it were, I wished to be in bed with a woman who would set the agenda, who would drive the whole matter along. By now I just knew my Claire would never adopt that role, but here I was being offered the opportunity of being in bed with such a female who, very much, would. I just knew that I was going to enjoy this liaison with Celia, and I’m afraid to say, this basic carnal desire was easily able to override doing the ‘right thing,’ thereby leading to the fact that I would be betraying my marriage vows and young wife. And, although being much older than me, as I stated earlier, Celia was stunningly sexy. I am only human, after all I had only now seen her in all her ‘glory,’ and make no mistake, I’d been fully turned on by just what had been presented to me. Wearing sexy stockings and suspenders no less, as if to add to the sense of occasion!
As ordered, I proceeded to shower, thoroughly washing my body and hair, also making sure that I’d emptied my body as best I could of any waste, at both ends as it were. Carrying myself off to fulfil that ‘appointment’ before the allotted time that I’d been granted. To find the nearly naked Celia, as I say, just suspender clad, awaiting with bated breath.
And the sight of her large, luxurious bed showed me that she had not been idle in the meantime. The bed itself was covered with a shimmering bedsheet, manufactured of the finest satin, but that might have been normal, by this time, and with his own vanilla ideas regarding sex, Henry did not share a bedroom with his wife, this was definitely HER room and bed. But even so, if her bed normally did feature a sheet made of pure satin upon it, I very much doubted if the solid posts, in each of its corners, normally had a silk tie wrapped around them, with their intention’s crystal clear, to confine one of the two of us, very much, upon that satin surface. But whom? Did Celia intend to tie me to her bed, or was she hoping to entice me to do that for her? Just in which direction would that previously mentioned sexual fantasy of hers take here?
Because here we need to consider a sexual fantasy of my very own. For not only did I want to taste being in bed with a dominant female, I was completely willing to surrender myself to such a woman, regarding the prospect of being tied up by one as totally desirable, provided of course, that the woman in question was somebody I could trust not to do me any harm whilst I was in her captivity, a condition that Celia easily qualified for. But was she planning to tie me to her bed, or were her desires expecting me to confine her?