The Bad Wife: At Home

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

While he waited for the water to boil, Ian drifted off into a delightful fantasy of returning to the bedroom to find a passionate ‘sixty-nine’ in progress, with Laura on top, naturally. She would look up and beckon him over, with fresh p***y juice and a warm smile, on her lips.

“Look at this tight little cunt,” she would say, spreading Janine wider. “It really needs to be filled up by a nice fat cock.”

Ian pictured himself kneeling on the bed, ready and willing as Laura continued, “I want to feel her come with her tongue inside me, but I need a real man to f**k her good. That’s why Geoff is here.”

Ian was shouldered out of the way by his tall, handsome golf partner, who was suddenly there and naked, to Laura’s obvious delight. Looking down, Ian found himself tied to a chair alongside the bed as Geoff drove Janine to heaven with powerful thrusts of his enormous member. Even as the girl was screaming his name in gratitude, Laura was begging and groping for Geoff’s huge c**k. She pulled it, fresh from Janine’s dripping cunt, and slid it straight down her own throat. His wife winked as Geoff f****d her mouth hard and then spurted over and over, a surfeit of creamy seed that drove her to spasms of delight.

With a loud clop, the kettle switched off. Ian sighed, wondering at the dark recesses and twisted corridors of his own mind.

He returned to the bedroom with a tray of tea cups, to find Janine bent double at the head of the bed with her knees behind her elbows. She was groaning and ‘Oh Godding’ her way to an explosive orgasm, as result of Laura’s energetic oral attentions. Ian’s wife was sucking hard on the splayed girl’s p***y, while expertly working three fingers deep within.

As Janine subsided into an ecstatic repose, she spotted Ian and squealed, attempting to cover herself.

Laura swatted her hands away. “Now then. No false modesty in front of Ian. He’s already seen you naked and watched you come. Yesterday remember, on the ‘plane? Besides, he knows it’s more than his life’s worth to mess with you without my permission. Right darling?”

Ian nodded, but the effect was less than reassuring given the erection he was sporting, and the fact that he was practically drooling at the sight of the two attractive women laid bare before him.

Laura crooked a finger and smiled. “Come over here and make yourself useful, sweetie.”

Pleasantly surprised, Ian clambered onto the bed on his knees, his hard-on waggling as he approached his spouse.

She laughed and slapped his c**k hard, batting it away. “I don’t want that. Head down, tongue out boy.” She lay back, legs spread, hands behind her head. “It’s time you learned how to do this properly anyway.” At the same time, she directed Janine to the bathroom with instructions to shower and get dressed. “We’ll all go out for brunch,” she added.

Ian bent to his task with obvious relish, just happy that Geoff hadn’t appeared to take his place.

Soon Laura was using Ian’s face to work herself to a climax, holding his head tightly in place and grinding until she had achieved her aim. “Mmm. That’s a nice way to start the day. I think we’ll have to get Janine to give you a few pointers though.” She moved to a sitting position, taking a satisfied sip from her cup.

Ian dragged himself to his knees and did the same. After a beat, he ventured to ask, “Are you really planning to offer this girl a job as our au pair?”

“If she’s still up for it, yes. She’s got the right experience, the right attitude and I like the way she tastes.” Laura smiled, licking her lips. “Besides, I thought you’d be excited at the possibility of threesomes every night.”

A few weeks ago, Ian would have agreed, but now he was concerned that his vision of a threesome; two hot babes riding his c**k and his face respectively, would not match Laura’s. Her version would probably involve him being tied up, immobile on the bed while both women tried to penetrate his rectum at the same time, with enormous strap-ons, which if wielded in anger would stun a horse.

Ian decided to try a more practical argument. “Can we really afford that?”

“Well, if you’re prepared to forgo the gym membership which you use so diligently,” Laura reached out and patted her husband’s rather paunchy belly, to emphasis her sarcastic barb, “and we cut back on some leisure spending, we can. I thought until the baby arrives she could get a job, maybe something part-time, to earn a bit of pin money. Anyway, I’ve got a feeling that my promotion prospects are about to improve, so cash won’t be a problem.”

He dropped his voice to a hoarse whisper, glancing at the closed bathroom door. “Yes but, I mean, having a stranger in the house. It’s going to be weird isn’t it?”

If Ian had thought through his strategy properly, he wouldn’t be offering objections like this. The one thing guaranteed to make Laura stick with a decision, he knew, was him questioning it.

Laura put her tea down and stretched. Even in the middle of their hurried discussion, Ian couldn’t help but admire her firm body. She reached out one foot and pressed what remained of Ian’s erection, against his stomach and rolled it gently, coaxing him back to life. “The alternative is that we try to manage on our own. It’ll mean you picking up a lot of the housework, cooking and cleaning when I fall pregnant. Then you’ll have to pitch in with the baby; night feeds, changing nappies and what have you.” She lowered her heel onto the bed, stroking the bridge of her foot under his balls and then further, probing the crack of his ass with her long toes. “There won’t be much ‘us’ time, with all that going on,” she murmured.

With a show of diligent consideration, then reluctant acceptance, because he didn’t want her to stop, Ian agreed she had a point.

By the time Janine emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a dressing gown, Laura had sandwiched Ian’s c**k with the soles of her feet and he was holding her ankles in order to jerk off between the resulting cleft of smooth, cool skin.

“Oh!” cried Janine, on seeing the scene, blushing deeply.

“Hello gorgeous,” said Laura. She nodded towards Ian’s fevered pumping. “I was just showing Ian how I’d have more time to attend to his needs with you around to help out.” She pulled her feet away leaving Ian sweating and unsatisfied, with pre-c*m dribbling from his throbbing hard-on. “You jump in the shower sweetie,” she told him. “I’ll join you in a minute.” She winked and Ian was a blur heading for the door.

Laura turned to Janine. “Now, let’s take a look at what you’ve got to wear.”

The young girl bounced out to the landing, bright eyed and full of excitement, to fetch her suitcase and began rifling through the contents. “This is my favourite,” she said, holding up a short sleeved, high necked dress that reached to mid-calf. “It looks super cute with a cardigan.”

Laura stood up and tugged open Janine’s dressing gown. She pressed herself against the girl’s body. Janine sighed at the touch of their naked skin and the soft kiss that Laura placed upon her lips.

“You’re very sexy and it’s about time you started using that to your advantage,” said Laura, casting aside the dress and stripping off the girl’s gown altogether. She bent down and picked out a brown corduroy skirt and a pair of plimsolls from the case, then moved to a nearby wardrobe and extracted a light grey, long sleeved top. She handed everything to Janine. “Put those on,” she instructed.

“What about underwear?” asked Janine breathlessly.

“Not required,” said Laura, with an air of finality. “Your t**s are bigger than mine but they’re so firm.” She stood behind Janine and turned her to face the full length mirror on the wall. She reached around cupping the girl’s breasts, manipulating her n*****s into sharp points for the second time that morning. “Definitely no underwear required!”

Janine opened her mouth to object, but then allowed herself a small smile, and complied. When she was dressed, Laura made her fold over the waistband of the skirt until the hem hovered several inches above the knee. Janine looked at herself in the mirror and flushed. “I can’t wear this outside,” she whispered, “can I?”

“That’s not your decision any more sweetie.”

Laura crouched down and adjusted the fall of the skirt. She lifted the hem and planted a wet kiss on Janine’s bottom. She turned the girl around to face her and lifted the front of the skirt, kissing her bare cunt. She sprinkled soft kisses all over the smooth skin until Janine moaned and grabbed the back of Laura’s head, pulling her in.

The sound of the shower starting up caught Laura’s attention. She stood and kissed Janine again with a smile. “Now, drink your tea.” She pointed to the suitcase. “Take your toiletries and shoes out of there. Everything else is going to the charity shop. Oh, and call your mother. Tell her you’re moving in with us.”

Janine had returned to looking at her reflection, but now she was swaying and bending to see the extent to which her long legs were exposed. “Yes Miss!” she said excitedly, as Laura headed to the bathroom

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