CHAPTER ONE

 

Rosemary slowly drifted awake in her down-soft bed. She stretched luxuriously, yawning, toes clenched, arms stiff above her head, fingers interlinked. She was feeling good, with good reason. She was going to see her lover, Clive, today.

She was possessed by a deeply contented, warm feeling, secure in the knowledge that all her worldly needs and wants would always be taken care of by her husband, Donald, whilst unknown to him, the physical excitement and lust which she also needed in her life, and which Donald did not fully supply, was provided by Clive - and never the twain would meet.

As Rosemary lay, customarily naked, under her satin sheet, she analysed her feelings, as she often did to reassure herself the balance in her life was right. Unconsciously a slim hand strayed down over her flat stomach to lie on her pubic bush. She didn't actually dislike Donald: after all he was a very kind person in his own way, dull but kind, and very rich. She had been twenty-two when they married, after he had pursued her with his money and fine lifestyle: he had his own business in the city. That had been several years earlier.

Rosemary had her own modelling career which she still pursued - but without the same vigour now there was Donald's income. Nevertheless, she still took assignments if they suited her, while her looks and figure allowed her to negotiate her own price.

She had continued dating other, more exciting boyfriends, before her marriage to Donald, but had always been lured back by his considerable wealth and the effect it could have on her life. He knew about her boyfriends but seemingly didn't mind, perhaps astute enough to know his wealth would eventually win the day. Finally she had married the meal-ticket, ten years her senior, and all had been fine. Then a year ago, after three years of faithful marriage - excluding the mental straying - the yearning for more excitement became important to Rosemary. That was when she met Clive.

Subconsciously Rosemary's fingers moved on her mound, covered in soft wiry down which curled slightly towards her love lips below. They were beginning to moisten as her thoughts strayed to Clive. He was only a year or two older than she, with similar interests, and more importantly, free time. Donald had the money but more often than not was away on, or thinking of, business. Rosemary justified her liaison with Clive on the grounds that she was always there when Donald wanted her and probably treated him better through knowing Clive. She certainly made sure that her arrangements didn't interfere with the few times when Donald could be with her.

Her fingers found her clitoris, which was beginning to swell and enlarge as she remembered how she had met Clive at one of the fitness clubs she attended - keeping in trim was a must if she wanted the occasional modelling job. He was an instructor. On the first day she stood in her leotard, embarrassed at just how hard and erect her nipples had shown through as his hands had positioned her and she smelled the sweat of exertion on his hard body, so close to her softness. The nipples had been like two sequins jutting through the thin blue material. The fine hair on her arms had risen, had positively tingled as his hands ran down them, showing her how to grip the weights here, bend her body there.

Rosemary's small pink tongue briefly licked her lips as she lay in her bed, recalling that first encounter. Her forefinger moved slowly over the hard bud of her clitoris, and she looked down, seeing the erect cones of her nipples pushing against the sheet which she had protectively drawn up to her chin, concealing her movements from the photograph of Donald beaming down at her from the bedroom wall.

At one point in her instruction Rosemary had deliberately stumbled against Clive, allowing the softness of her breasts beneath the leotard to touch his muscled chest as her arm reaching out for support had 'accidentally' brushed against the male hardness beneath his cycle shorts.

Rosemary's lips were now parted, her breath coming more rapidly as her finger flicked over the warm moist erect bud. No longer caring, her other hand pushed down the sheet and pushed hard against her breasts, moulding them, a finger circling an erect nipple. She relived her first lovemaking with Clive, his strong hands each holding one of her buttock cheeks as he slowly lowered and deliciously impaled her on his huge erect member. How it throbbed and pulsed within her. Rosemary began to gyrate under her manipulative fingers. Nearly there now, her hips began to thrust rapidly in rhythm with her fingers. Her other hand briefly left her breasts to wipe a sheen of sweat from her brow.

Hhhhhmmph, ugh, ugh hmmmm, oh. oh, ah ahhh, ahhhh. Rosemary's hips thrust up rigidly, jerking spasmodically as she climaxed, mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut, toes clenched. Then sighing, relaxing, a warm tingling throughout her body, subsiding back into the bed, contented.

Rosemary stepped out of the invigorating, refreshing shower and wrapped herself in a soft fluffy towel. She padded across her bedroom to stand by the dressing table mirror. It showed her the image of a woman in her late 20s, about 5' 2", 7 stone. She knew she was an attractive woman. Fair, curly hair, expressive green eyes framed by a sensuous doll-like face, smallish well-shaped breasts tipped by red nipples, flat stomach and firm round buttocks from which shapely thighs and legs tapered down. She chose lacy white briefs, no bra and a thin yellow off-the-shoulder dress to go with yellow sandals. A bit daring, the outline of her breasts was just visible in certain conditions, but what the hell, this was Clive: Donald wouldn't be back in the country until tomorrow. The maid, Angelica, a large youngish Dominican girl whom Clive had suggested and had helped her select and appoint, wouldn't care, wouldn't dare to be indiscreet - if she wanted to keep her job. Just as she had finished applying musky perfume, with a dab between her breasts, there was a knock at the door. Clive had arrived.

 

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Clive had taken her to her favourite restaurant, San Martino in Chelsea, and had encouraged her to drink more wine than usual with her trout. She was anxious to be alone with him. At their normal corner table Rosemary was able to rub her foot and knee up and down the length of Clive's leg without anyone being aware. His knee gently slid forward and she trapped it between her own thighs, squeezing gently.

Irritatingly for Rosemary, Clive seemed more interested in her doing him a little favour than he was in her attentions. It seemed a friend of his was working on a university thesis and this would be helped by sight of some papers from Donald's firm - some project or other that Clive knew the firm was engaged in. It was wrong, a part of Rosemary's drink-relaxed mind knew that, but Clive was persistent. He knew exactly where the papers would be in Donald's large wall-safe in his study and he would use the copier so that the papers could be replaced in minutes without anyone being aware. It was harmless, but would do his friend a big favour.

Rosemary had as usual helped with the expensive bill. In fact, as was her habit, she paid the majority of it. She knew Clive didn't have too much money but that wasn't a problem, Donald always topped up her considerable weekly spending allowance upon request and without question.

They paid up and took a cab back to Rosemary's house. On the back seat, Rosemary pressed her breasts against Clive's shoulder, poking her tongue delicately in his ear as she whispered in a low soft voice how she wanted to get his clothes off when they reached her house.

But Clive insisted that they get the matter of the thesis out of the way first and suggested that Rosemary opened the safe and then went to have a bath, where he would join her after he'd attended to the copying. Minor alarm bells jangled in Rosemary's brain, but this was Clive. This was someone who, although he dominated her, would never do her any harm or rob her. Anyway, only Donald's office papers were in the outer safe and their money was locked away in another, smaller, safe. Stuffy old office papers, it could do no harm for Clive to take his damn copies if the sight of some stupid old papers inspired his friend enough to help him through university.

Although Rosemary stood with her back to Clive as she dialled the combination, she could never have envisaged the camcorder (one of several bought secretly by Clive with Rosemary's own money) filming silently, recording everything. Or indeed the dusky maid, Angelica, taking still shots with an expensive camera. The camera never lies and these two intrusions faithfully showed Rosemary opening the safe and handing several bundles of files over for Clive to sort through and copy. It didn't miss Rosemary pressing her loins against Clive, her hands in his back pockets, pulling him against her as he stood impassive, Rosemary kissing his neck, raising one of her legs as she kissed him deeply before leaving the room to go upstairs.

The cameras, or the finally edited videos, did not show Clive and Angelica sorting through the files, extracting the ones marked Confidential and copying them. Nor did it show Clive unexpectedly finding a diary in the safe which recorded deals and payments which Donald really should never have committed to paper.

Rosemary relaxed, luxuriating in her scented bath, the effects of the alcohol gradually trickling from her senses with the perspiration which popped from her satin skin. She gradually became aware that Clive had been downstairs for nearly an hour. Reluctantly she stood up, water cascading from her scrubbed pink nudity. Drying herself briefly, she found a white towelling robe, pulled it on. Just as she reached the bathroom door, it opened.

Clive stood there. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said in the 'official' accent he used for his 'games'. "I have reason to believe you have a banned substances about your person and I must give you a complete body search."

"Please, you cannot do that, I'm a respectable married woman," responded Rosemary, joining in with the game they often played. She loved Clive's dominating ways with her, loved playing the submissive role. It contrasted with the reality of her position in life which her marriage to Donald gave her. She could just lie back and be told what to do within the safe environment of her home and marriage. No decisions to be made or questions asked. A creature of fortune being turned this way and that by the vagaries of life. No control, no responsibilities or blame.

"Out of the bathroom, hands on your head, please, open your mouth wide."

Rosemary complied, her gown gaping open to reveal most of her breasts, small and conical, with hard pink tips. Clive's fingers pushed gently inside her mouth, exploring.

"Tongue out, please, as far as you can."

Feeling slightly silly, Rosemary extended her tongue. Clive's fingers cupped it, slid suggestively up and down it. Then he brought his mouth down nearly to hers, his tongue briefly darting out to touch hers and then withdrew. Rosemary leaned forward slightly.

"Keep quite still, no moving at all." His hands were now softly probing her ears, they were bright red as he stroked over the small lobes. The knowing hands were now on the nape of her neck, under the hairline. Rosemary trembled and shuddered, the fingers felt as if they were charged with electricity.

"Remove the gown, please."

Rosemary undid the sash and let her covering drop in a white puddle at her feet to reveal her splendid nudity.

"Spread-eagle against a wall please, arms and legs straight, feet away from the wall."

Rosemary closed her eyes and shuddered in delicious anticipation as she heard the rustle of clothing. Suddenly Clive was right behind her, naked, she could feel the male hardness of him brushing the globes of her buttocks. She began to move.

"Keep quite still or I'll stop." A deep sigh of frustration as Rosemary resumed her unmoving position as a nude marble statue.

Strong muscular hands and arms sliding over her, cupping her breasts, over her flat stomach to delve in the soft down below. Between the warm wetness of her spread thighs making her gyrate involuntarily and squirm, then up inside her as the hot rigid pole of his manhood slid between the cleft of her buttocks. A slap on her buttock cheeks.

"Hands and knees, legs wide." He was going to take her doggy fashion again.

As Rosemary knelt, fully stretched, Clive's stomach slapped against her buttocks, his hands squeezing her small breasts, covering them almost completely, his manhood pumping into her; she was totally unaware, probably wouldn't have cared at that moment anyway, that another concealed video camera was purring away again.

The initially tender hand on her soft swaying breasts suddenly became, at Clive's whim, two cruel pincers. Rosemary gasped, eyes screwed shut, and went rigid as a strong forefinger and thumb gripped tightly and stretched each tender breast and nipple. Clive luxuriated in the exquisite feel of Rosemary's soft buttocks clenching with pain, her vagina gripping his root as she tensed.

Clive whispered in her ear.

"Every time I pump into you I want to hear you say, 'Thank you sir, fuck me harder please' and I want to hear you say it loud and clear. If you get a bit carried away or forget to say it, you can expect these little rosebuds to become very sore, I'm afraid. You understand?"

In her mixture of pain and pleasure, Rosemary could only nod her tousled head but the pincers pulled her orbs again so that Rosemary threw her head back. Clive's mouth descended to her ear again.

"Tell me you understand - a nice loud firm voice - forget you're kneeling on the floor like an animal. Then we will begin, and you will get your reward."

"I - I understand." Rosemary spoke as clearly as she could under the circumstances, fists clenched into balls on the floor. She was struggling to forget the ghastly pinching and pulling on her nipples whilst also trying to focus on the wonderful throbbing rod buried in her womanhood - the rod she craved and which she wanted to slide, thrust and pulse within her.

She sighed with relief and pleasure; the horrible grip slackened on her buds of love and the piston began moving within her, sliding out until it barely tickled her outer lips and then pushing back right into her smooth passage until his groin tickled the rounded cheeks of her bottom. Then the beginning of a pinch on her nipples reminded Rosemary of her obligation, her duty, if she was to receive pleasure and avoid pain.

"Thank you, sir, fuck me harder, please." Rosemary managed to perform the ritual and was rewarded by another stroke.

"Thank you, sir, fuck me harder, please."

It continued like that. Sometimes Clive's fingers might pinch a little if he considered Rosemary's response to be tardy but by now he too was unable to stop pumping into Rosemary's deliciously squirming body. Indeed, toward the climax, he left her swinging breasts to the attention of just one hand, splayed across both orbs, whilst his fingers sought out her clitoris to ensure their explosions of lust were simultaneous.

Nor would she have cared when their lust was renewed an hour later.

"You're beautiful," Clive breathed, looking at Rosemary's trim nudity. Her eyes, bottomless pools of liquid desire, fair curls brushing her golden shoulders, well-shaped breasts, her firm stomach with the triangle below leading to the satin thighs.

Rosemary saw the jutting circumcised erection of his manhood and stepped close until it just brushed her stomach. She reached out and stroked it gently with her cool fingers, feeling it harden and stiffen even more in her hand, sliding her fingers up and down its length. Then Clive's hands clasped her face urgently, his hot tongue probing between Rosemary's eager lips into her sweet warm mouth, pushing his body hard against her.

Rosemary felt Clive's hands hold and squeeze her breasts, weighing and pressing them. His hands completely covered each breast then he parted two fingers of each hand so that her nipples protruded through, trapped, hard, like two buttons. Rolling her nipples between her fingers, he bent forward and Rosemary felt his tongue stab out and tickle each red bud. Then one of his fingers gently tickled her clitoris, then the heel of his hand pressed hard against her pubic bone. A finger curled upwards and delved into her moist femininity, sliding smoothly and gently up and down into her, his thumb flicking her clitoris.

Rosemary clasped Clive's hard round buttocks, easing herself up so that she straddled the throbbing erection of his desire between her thighs. Clamping herself tightly around it, she could feel his stiff penis running along the inside top of her thighs, brushing over her intimate secret parts and inflamed clitoris. Rosemary was grinding her thighs up and down over Clive's penis, feeling it rub over her clitoris and the entrance to her womanhood and back again, over and over again. She was gasping, mouth open.

Now his hands gripped the cool globes of Rosemary's buttocks, pushing their loins together and, arching back, Clive ran his mouth down Rosemary's pulsating throat and onto her breasts. His lips encompassed her left nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling it even further erect. Rosemary gasped and sighed as he eventually transferred his mouth to her other nipple, sucking as much of her breast onto his mouth as he could, holding it with his teeth.

Clive in turn groaned as Rosemary's fingers dug into his hard tight buttocks and stroked over them, probing gently between. He lifted her up by the cheeks of her bottom and holding her tight against him, carried her to the bed, laying her on it gently and turning her onto her stomach. He knelt astride her thighs, kissing the satin nape of her neck, then nibbling and licking between her shoulder blades. His tongue ran lightly over and down each joint of her spine to her bottom where the shaft of his penis nestled stiffly between each cheek, bobbing with his movements.

Slowly Clive's tongue retraced its path all the way up Rosemary's bare spine until he was once again kissing and nibbling her neck under her hairline, his fingers running through her hair, over her tingling scalp. Then gently, lying beside her, facing her feet, he turned Rosemary over onto her back. His lips travelled down over her stomach, licking her navel, making her belly flutter.

Rosemary felt his mouth on her pubic bush and then she threw her head back as his tongue and lips began working on the warm wetness between her thighs. She took Clive's erect penis and avidly began kissing its length, running her hands over it and kissing its tip before slowly taking more of it into her mouth.

She felt Clive's tongue probing and darting silently and swiftly between her legs, she arched her thighs, trembling. One minute his lips were rolling her engorged clitoris up and down, the next his tongue was licking the front of her vagina and delving deep inside. At the same time she was taking in most of the length of his manhood.

Easing apart, both panting, Clive took Rosemary's hands and pulled her to her feet. Holding her by her buttock cheeks he lifted and impaled her on his jutting, erect manhood, her buttocks resting on the dressing table. Clive gasped, and Rosemary sighed as he eased her down until he was deep inside her. She felt him throbbing and pulsing within her. Rosemary gripped him tightly with her arms and legs, easing her body up and down the shaft buried inside her.

One of his hands clasped both of her buttock cheeks tightly whilst his other hand went round to the front and a stiff finger rubbed her clitoris as he moved up and down. She felt his organ hot and hard within her. His lips sought out and found her nipples, sucking avidly again. Rosemary clenched her muscles to hold him tight.

Gradually their movements became more intense, more urgent, less controlled, thrusting deep in and out of Rosemary's liquid heat. Her toes clenched, Clive thrust harder and harder into her. Her nails dug into Clive's shoulders and his into her soft buttocks, he crushed his mouth against hers. His tongue and penis filled each of her orifices, both working avidly, their mouths opened as simultaneously they tensed backwards, gasping and came together. Clive felt the pumping of his hot lava of lust into Rosemary and she, clenching her muscles onto the spear which impaled her, squeezed the moisture from his body.

Gently, softly, Clive kissed Rosemary's forehead, eyes, ears and neck, tasting the salty sweat, feeling himself still held firmly within her, trapped. His hands slowly stroked up and down her spine, rocking her softly, Rosemary's lips lightly kissed Clive's shoulder.

Eventually they disengaged, their hands interlinked until Rosemary withdrew to the bathroom to wash. She adjusted the shower to a warm temperature and stood under its bracing jets, washing the perspiration and tiredness from her body.

Standing, head uplifted under the refreshing spray, Rosemary didn't hear Clive join her in the shower. The first she knew was when another pair of hands began investigating her nudity. Soft soapy hands were running from the nape of her neck to between her buttocks. His flaccid penis slowly became erect as it nudged her bottom. Soap covered hands washed and crushed her breasts as his lips plastered kisses on the rivulets of water coursing down her neck. Rosemary continued to stand immobile, hands by her sides, as one of Clive's hands, holding the soap, slid down her stomach to her pubic bush and lightly ran up and down between her legs. Rosemary squirmed, trembling, her body tingling as he traced electric circles of desire on her flesh. Then she turned to face her intruder.

They pressed their naked bodies tightly together, chest crushed to breast, loin to loin, hands cupping each other's bare buttocks as his erection nestled between her thighs and their mouths met in a lingering kiss. Clive's tongue sought out and entwined with Rosemary's tongue, tracing a path over her teeth, darting and rubbing. Rosemary lowered her head and gently took one of Clive's nipples into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, feeling Clive shudder lightly. Then she sank to her knees, one hand holding Clive's testicles the other stroking his throbbing penis. She felt Clive's hands clasping her head as, with darting tongue, she tickled the tip of his erection, then taking more of it into her mouth and sucking gently, her hand gently stroking his scrotum.

When Clive felt as if he would explode within the warm sweet cavern, Rosemary stood up, lifting one of her legs onto the side of the bath and Clive thrust his erection up into her waiting warm wetness. He buried his mouth on her throat, kissing and sucking as she slowly undulated her hips, so that he was at one moment fully into her hot succulent loins and the next, only the tip of him remained within her.

Rosemary felt one of Clive's fingers begin exploring between her legs, gently, insistently, seeking her out, stroking her outer lips then finding and holding the bud of her clitoris. She threw her head back, gasping in orgasm, as Clive's fingers rubbed and his penis thrust deep inside her, his movements then building up to a frenzied climax, his mouth closing over hers and his hands clasping her buttocks.

Locked together in their intimate embrace, the water coursing over their entwined nudity they kissed slowly and deeply for several minutes, enjoying each other leisurely and gently, hands stroking each other's necks, spines and buttocks.

Later, having dried off in one of the huge fluffy towels, they lay together on the bed in the semi-darkness. Clive could see the outline of Rosemary's nude body as they faced each other. His hands gently stroked over Rosemary's succulent hips and thighs and he felt the stirring of desire again.

Rosemary was half asleep when she felt Clive's fingers gently stroking and rubbing between her legs over her outer lips; they began to moisten. She moaned a little, but the fingers were insistent, her thighs opened, her eyes were still closed. Clive brought her to a gentle shuddering climax with his fingers. After her orgasm Rosemary, awake again, straddled Clive's thighs. Kneeling over him she lowered herself onto him until, sinking down, she took his erection fully into her, raising herself seductively slowly up and down his throbbing member.

Clive reached out to hold Rosemary's erect-nippled breasts but she held his hands down on the bed, threatening to stop her undulating movements if he tried to touch her body with his hands. Exquisite torture as he felt the liquid heat of her sliding up and down his shaft, her pouting lips and pert breasts inches away, jiggling but denied to him. Clive groaned, arching upwards even deeper into Rosemary, she too gasped again and didn't this time prevent Clive's hands from squeezing and moulding her breasts. Clive held them tightly, pushing them back against her chest, feeling Rosemary's nipples like hard buttons against the palms of his hands. Then one hand went to the inverted v of Rosemary's spread thighs, seeking out her clitoris again.

Clive began thrusting harder and harder, ramming up into Rosemary as she too quickened her movements, his fingers working avidly on her sexual bud. Once again they climaxed together, Rosemary's hands clenching the bedclothes up into balls of material, her hair cascading down over her lowered face. Clive's arched back gradually subsided beneath her, his erection, now having little to pump after so much use, shrinking rapidly.

Rosemary lowered herself until she lay full length on top of him. His hands lightly rested on her buttocks, her hands on his shoulders, her hair on his throat. He could smell the lingering traces of her perfume, and the shampoo from her hair resting on his shoulder. They drank in each other's sexual scents as they slowly drifted off to a relaxing sleep.