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 From: eskilton@aol.com (ESkilton)
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Subject: NEW by The Englishman Lynne (pt1)
Date: 29 Jun 1996 10:07:30 -0400

   This is part of another complete novel.  This novel was never published
either so this is its first public airing.  I have re-worked a lot of the
material and will continue to do this on a chapter by chapter basis.  The
story is about a young wife and her gradual domination by her husband's
employer. WARNING::: This is an ADULT story!  !  !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, coercion and

unnatural acts with snakes, then GO AWAY!  ! Regular readers of my stories
such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will know what to expect.  IF in
doubt, DO NOT READ THIS!  !

  
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LYNN

   part 1

   Robert Bradley glanced up, as a shadow crossed his desk, and then wished
that he had ignored it.  He heard a voice that sent a chill of apprehension
crawling down his spine. "How's the new costing coming on Bob?" There was
nothing frightening about the voice itself and the speaker looked even less
fearsome.  He was short, only three inches over five feet, and alarmingly
thin.  He had bushy eyebrows that almost met across the bridge of his sharp
aquiline nose and beneath the eyebrows were the only features that
reflected the power he wielded - his dark, almost black eyes.  With pupils
that seemed permanently dilated, his eyes seemed to search into and
penetrate the mind of anyone who spoke to him.  His piercing glare had
convinced many of his adversaries that he could read their minds.  The fact
that the voice and the eyes belonged to Colin Stanley, the man who had
recently bought the engineering company that Bob worked for, was the
worrying part.  It was well known around the offices that Colin Stanley was
out to cut costs and he had already made a start by sacking half of the
factory workers. The rumour was that his next target was the office staff.
Everyone who worked for the company was jumpy and nervous in case they were
the next to be fired.  Robert Bradley was no exception.  At his age, he was
forty-two this year, he could not afford to lose his job.  Another position
would be difficult, if not impossible to find.  A new mortgage and a new
wife made him especially nervous about the prospect of unemployment. "It
should be finished by tonight Mr Stanley." "That's three days for a simple
costing," replied Stanley in a frigid voice.  "Does it usually take that
long?" Bob suppressed a shiver.  He felt cold though his palms were
sweating. "It wouldn't normally take so long but this one is rather
complex." "Not too much for you, is it Bob?" Stanley sounded concerned but
his tone carried a hint of something more ominous. Before Bob could answer,
Colin Stanley noticed the framed photograph that Bob kept on his desk. "I
didn't know you had a daughter Bob." He picked up the photograph and
studied it. "She doesn't look like you." "That's my wife, Lynn," said Bob
with a self conscious grin," and she doesn't look anything like me.  She's
a lot better looking than I am." "That's true," said Stanley, without a
smile.  "She's also a lot younger than you, or is this an old photo?" "No,
the picture was only taken three months ago, just before we got married."
He paused and admitted reluctantly, "she is a lot younger than me though.
Twenty years younger to be exact." Colin Stanley's eyes narrowed and the
gap between his eyebrows disappeared. "And you're what?  forty two now?"
Bob nodded and reached for the photograph.  His boss held on to the frame,
as if reluctant to return it. "I hope that having such an attractive young
wife will leave you enough energy to do your job efficiently - if you know
what I mean." Bob knew exactly what he meant and the inference annoyed and
embarrassed him.  He was growing used the same stale jokes about the
difference in his and Lynn's ages.  The sexual innuendoes were the worst
because there was enough truth in them to hit home.  He did have a lower
sex drive and less energy than his young wife.  She would have been happy
to make love three times a night if he had been capable of it.  Three times
a week was stretching his endurance at the moment. "I'm sure that my wife
will be an asset to me in my work," he said, worried that Colin Stanley's
present train of thought might lead to doubts about his suitability for
continued employment.. "I have no doubt that she will be," said Stanley,
"in fact she might well be the deciding factor in your career.  I'd like to
meet your wife," he continued, passing the photograph back to his bemused
employee."In fact, I think it's time that you and your new wife invited Mrs
Stanley and myself to dinner.  I like to get to know all of my employees
personally." He paused meaningfully, "All of those that are staying with
the company that is."

   Lynn Bradley had been nervous about meeting her husband's boss for the
first time, especially as Bob had emphasised how important it was that they
made a good impression on the couple.  She was afraid that she lacked the
experience and the ability to entertain an older more sophisticated couple
like the Stanleys.  She was especially worried as Mrs Stanley had,
according to Bob, already established a reputation in the town as a
brilliant hostess.  It had not helped that Bob kept nervously repeating
that his career with the company depended on Colin Stanley's opinion of
them as a couple. Dinner had been a success.  It should have been, she
reflected.  They had eaten the same meal for three days in a row so that
she could be sure that it would be perfect on the night.  Bob had smiled to
her and nodded his approval several times during the meal but Lynn still
felt tense even though she was satisfied that she had not let her husband
down.  She had managed to make an intelligent and occasionally witty
contribution to the conversation but, despite several glasses of wine more
than she was used to, she could not relax.  Her mind was constantly aware
of how important the evening was to her husband.  Even when Barbara Stanley
complimented her on the meal and asked for the recipe, she remained uneasy.
She ate very little and tasted even less.  Her loss of appetite was only
partly due to her nervousness about Colin and Barbara Stanley's opinion of
her.  The main cause of her uneasiness was the way that Colin Stanley
stared at her.  Her husband's boss never took his eyes from her and each
time she looked up, she found herself transfixed by his dark hypnotic
glare. He was a small, unimpressive man and Lynn had already decided that
she did not like him.  His devouring eyes made her uncomfortable and even
when he spoke to his wife, his gaze never shifted from Lynn.  During the
meal, he made several flattering remarks about her appearance, but instead
of making her feel good the compliments merely embarrassed her. She had no
need of Colin Stanley's compliments to know that she looked good.  She had
no illusions about herself.  She was five feet three inches and her slender
figure was in perfect proportion.  The sheer white dress, that buttoned
down to her waist and then fell into a loose pleated full skirt, emphasised
her dark hair and youthful complexion beautifully.  The full skirt stopped
at her knees and showed her slim legs to advantage and the loosely fitted
top accented her small perfectly shaped breasts. It was her breasts that
Colin Stanley's gaze seemed to be focused on.  It felt as if his strangely
piecing eyes could see straight through the white dress, as if he could see
the firm flesh of her small breasts.  She shuddered at the thought of the
repulsive little man seeing her naked.  A moment later, she shuddered again
as she wondered why she had even thought about herself naked in front of
Colin Stanley.  She felt sympathy for his wife who was an attractive and
friendly woman in her mid thirties.  Lynn could not imagine what had
attracted a beautiful and intelligent woman like Barbara Stanley to someone
as physically insignificant as her husband.  She was a beautiful woman who
could have had almost any man she wanted.  Lynn shrugged mentally.  Colin
Stanley probably had qualities that compensated for his appearance - even
if she could not guess what they were. By the end of the meal, it was clear
that Colin Stanley had consumed too much wine.  His pallid face was flushed
and, as they left the table to drink brandy and coffee in the comfort of
the lounge, he rose unsteadily and stumbled.  He reached out and his hand
brushed briefly across Lynn's breast.  It had all the appearance of an
accident but she was sure that he had known precisely what he was doing.
Bob sat next to Barbara Stanley on the sofa, leaving Lynn to sit alone in
one of the overstuffed leather armchairs.  Colin Stanley ignored the chairs
and slumped on the floor with his back against the armchair opposite Lynn.
His eyes were on the same level as Lynn's knees and it was obvious from the
direction of his gaze that he was looking up her dress. Lynn flushed when
she realised that his attention had gravitated from her breasts to the
point where her thighs met.  His piercing eyes seemed to penetrate her
clothes and she tried to shake off the strange idea that Colin Stanley
could see straight through her dress and panties and that he was staring
directly at her naked vagina.  Bob was in earnest, half drunk conversation
with Stanley's wife and was oblivious to the cause of his wife's
embarrassment.  Stanley continued to stare intently and made no attempt to
conceal his fascination with the upper reaches of her legs.  His attention
did not waver when Lynn asked if he wanted another brandy. "I'm fine
thanks," he said, and added meaningfully, "Couldn't be better in fact."
Lynn flushed self consciously.  There was no doubt in her mind that he was
referring to the view between her legs.  His penetrating stare made her
wonder how much of her he could see and, despite her dislike of the ill
mannered little man, she felt a pulse quicken between her legs.  She
squeezed her thighs together self-consciously but the action only made the
pulse stronger.  Colin Stanley smiled at her as if he knew and she felt the
blood rush to her face. "How about some music?" he said suddenly, "does
anybody mind some music?" Barbara Stanley smiled tolerantly and shrugged
but Bob said he thought it was a wonderful idea.  Lynn jumped up, relieved
to be doing something to escape from Colin Stanley's rapacious eyes.  To
her dismay, he stumbled to his feet and followed her to the pine shelving
that housed the record collection. "Something slow and soft," he suggested
in her ear.  His face was so close to her that Lynn felt the heat of his
breath on her neck.  She shivered involuntarily and, wished again that the
Stanleys would leave soon so that her ordeal would be over. Bob seemed to
be in no a hurry to conclude the evening.  He appeared perfectly happy,
listening raptly to Barbara Stanley, nodding eagerly at every word and only
occasionally speaking himself.  When he did speak, it was to agree with
whatever she had been saying.  Lynn noticed that he called her Barbara,
though he had introduced the couple as Mr and Mrs Stanley and she had
continued to address them by their surnames.  She was unsure of whether to
risk appearing over familiar but she decided that she had no real wish to
be too friendly with Colin Stanley anyway. She jumped, startled as Colin
Stanley pressed an album into her hand.  He smiled intimately at her and
nodded in the direction of his wife and Bob. "They seem to have forgotten
us my dear.  Perhaps we should have our own private party." Lynn pretended
that she had not heard him but she was acutely aware that her husband and
Mrs Stanley were sitting more closely and talking more quietly than they
had been earlier.  She smiled politely at her husband's employer and put
the record on the turntable.  She noticed that her husband's boss had
chosen a slow dance record.  As the first track began, he took her hand to
stop her from going back to her seat.  "Aren't you going to dance with me?"
Lynn shook her head and tried to sound apologetic.  "I'm really not a
terribly good dancer." "You said that about your cooking.  If your dancing
is only half as good as that wonderful meal, I'll take a chance that even
if you step on my toes, you'll it so gracefully that I won't complain." The
compliment was clumsily obvious but the young wife was obliged to smile and
accept it gracefully.  She could hardly refuse him a dance without giving
offence.  She blushed and reluctantly nodded a silent acceptance.  She had
not realised how short he was until he took her in his arms and held her
closely.  She had noticed that he was wearing built up shoes, presumably to
make up for his shortness but he was still only an inch taller than she
was. His lack of height meant that she was unable to avoid his eyes staring
into hers unless she danced with her cheek against his. Colin Stanley's
idea of dancing made her lack of ability unimportant.  He made no attempt
to move his feet at all, but he managed to move his body in a way that made
sure he constantly pressed against her.  Lynn realised with dismay, that he
had an erection and he was making no effort to conceal the fact.  She tried
to avoid contact with him without making it look obvious but it was
impossible to avoid the deliberate pressure of his hips.  He pressed
himself more tightly into Lynn's body and moved his hips suggestively
against her.  She was bewildered and embarrassed at his outrageous actions
and wondered how he could behave like that with Bob watching from only a
few yards away.  The bulge in his trousers was rock hard and despite her
loathing for the disgusting man, Lynn felt flattered that she was the cause
of his condition.  His swollen trouser front pressed against the junction
of her thighs and she was shocked to feel a tremor of excitement ripple
through her. Lynn could see her husband over Stanley's shoulder while they
danced.  It might have been her imagination but Bob seemed to be sitting
closer to his boss's wife than before.  She knew that it definitely was not
her imagination when she felt Stanley's hands slide smoothly down her back
and cup the firm rounded cheeks of her bottom.  Lynn was amazed at his
arrogant assumption that she would allow his crude advances, especially
with her husband in the same room.  He pulled her tightly against his erect
penis and she suffered the indignity in silence, remembering Bob's warning
that he could be without a job if either of them did anything to upset or
offend their visitors.  She squirmed, uncomfortably aware that the pressure
and friction were stimulating unwanted feelings within her but her movement
only served to grind Stanley's erection more firmly against her groin. He
took the movement of her hips as encouragement and his hands slid lower
until they rested on the backs of her thighs.  The sensation of his fingers
lightly stroking her legs through the thin material of her dress sent a
startled jolt of unbidden pleasure along her spine.  Before she could make
an objection, his hands moved back up to hold her bottom again.  She gasped
with astonishment when she felt the heat of his palms through the sheer
silk of her panties and realised that his hands were now under her dress.
She felt his caressing fingers against the bare skin between her stockings
and panties and she struggled to combat the ripples of pleasure that his
tormenting fingers were generating.  As if from far away, she heard her
husband's voice respond to Mrs Stanley and she saw the two laughing
together.  They both seemed completely unaware that Colin Stanley was
taking the most intimate liberties with her in front of their eyes.  Bob
glanced up and smiled encouragingly at her. She was relieved that she was
facing Bob and he could not see what his employer was doing to her.  It
would certainly cost his job if he suspected what Stanley was up to and
lost his temper with him.  She was having difficulty enough controlling her
own anger at the insufferable man's impertinent assault on her but it was
proving much more difficult for her to ignore the sensual feelings that the
obnoxious man's invasive fingers were creating in her trembling young body.
The unwanted sensations were growing stronger as Stanley teased and tickled
the sensitive tops of her thighs.  When his fingers strayed into the
forbidden area between the cheeks of her behind, she tensed her thigh
muscles and tried to squeeze her buttocks together to keep him from making
too free with her but he simply chuckled softly in her ear and maintained
his delicate assault on her bottom. The music paused between tracks and
Lynn sighed with relief.  She prepared to go back to her seat but Stanley
sensed her intention and held on to her.  "Don't go back yet," he said in a
voice loud enough for the other two to hear, "there'll be another track on
in a moment." She was trapped, unless she chose to embarrass him in front
of his wife and Bob by exposing what he had been doing to her. "You've got
to stop this," hissed Lynn, "if Bob sees what you're doing to me..." The
music began again. "Don't worry, he's far too engrossed with my wife to
worry about us." He called across the room to Lynn's husband. "You don't
mind me taking advantage of your wife, do you Bob?" Bob grinned inanely,
unaware of the hidden meaning behind his employer's words. "Be my guest
Colin." Colin Stanley twirled her round so that her back was to her
husband. She was terrified that Bob would see where Stanley had his hands
but as the cunning monster turned her, he slid his hands around her hips so
that his actions remained concealed from Bob's view.  His palms were on her
hips now, and his thumbs were caressing the front of her thighs, above her
stocking tops.  The front of her dress had slid up to the tops of her
thighs though Lynn knew that her dress was full enough that, from where her
husband was sitting, all would appear perfectly normal.  Perfectly normal
except that her legs were trembling so much that she was obliged to hold
onto Stanley to support herself. She shivered helplessly as the
feather-like touch on the soft skin between her stockings and panties
raised goose pimples on her arms.  She tried to say no but at that moment
his thumbs slid delicately across the front of her panties.  It was the
lightest of touches but it sent a pulse of electric pleasure racing through
her.

   To be continued

   The Englishman. Subject: NEW by The Englishman Lynne (pt2)

   This is part of another complete novel.  This novel was never published
either so this is its first public airing.  I have re-worked a lot of the
material and will continue to do this on a chapter by chapter basis.  The
story is about a young wife and her gradual domination by her husband's
employer. WARNING::: This is an ADULT story!  !  !

   IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, coercion and
unnatural acts with snakes, then GO AWAY!  ! Regular readers of my stories
such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will know what to expect.  IF in
doubt, DO NOT READ THIS!  !



   LYNN

   part 2



   She froze in shock, unable to believe that he had dared to touch her in
such an intimate place.  She was still too stunned to object when,
encouraged by her lack of resistance, he repeated the action.  His
skillfully delicate caress drew a gasp of surprise from her and she clung
tightly to him as the waves of pleasure made her knees buckle.  She inhaled
sharply and held her breath as he gently pressed the sensitive mound of her
sex through the thin material of her panties.  She finally found her voice
with a struggle and hissed through clenched teeth. "What do you think
you're doing?  Have you gone mad or something?  Stop it now before someone
sees." "Don't tell me that you aren't enjoying it," murmured Stanley. Lynn
shook her head in denial as his thumbs pressed a little more firmly into
the soft swelling of sensitive flesh but she could not deny the moisture
that seeped from her vagina and soaked her silk panties.  His touch became
more insistent and Lynn could not stop him.  Her husband's boss was
repulsive to her but she was forced to admit to herself that his fingers
had a magical sensitivity that was making her giddy with emotion and she
was rapidly losing the will to struggle against his advances. "Please
stop," she whispered at the same moment that an exploratory finger wandered
down and found the hem of her panties.  Her heart missed a beat as the
finger lifted the edge of the silk and slipped deftly inside.  Lynn heard
Stanley's murmur of satisfaction when he discovered how wet she was and she
groaned with embarrassment.  She felt him gently separate the sensitive
lips of her vagina and begin to explore the intimate secrets of her sex. 
His finger glided easily along the slippery cleft of her vaginal lips and
found her clitoris already erect.  She moaned softly as he pressed
teasingly against the rigid bud "No don't, you mustn't," she gasped
breathlessly, "this is wrong, it's... Ooh?" Stanley's finger entered her
vagina smoothly and her body shook with an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy.
None of this was really happening.  It had to be a dream.  She was dancing
with her husband's boss while he had his finger ...  no, two fingers inside
her vagina and Bob was unaware of what was happening in front of his eyes.
She drifted in a dreamlike mist of confusion and pleasure as his finger
slipped back and forth inside her.  It hardly seemed important now that
Colin Stanley ought not to be doing this to her, or that she ought not to
be permitting it.  His fingers pushed further inside her and Lynn felt a
stab of guilt when her supple hips automatically thrust back at him.  It
was disgusting and shameful but she could not stop herself responding to
the repulsive man's advances.  Her head was dizzy from the pounding in her
chest and as the energy needed to feed the sexual turmoil within her,
drained the strength from her legs, she sagged weakly against him.  The
steady movement of his fingers inside her vagina drew her further into the
inescapable web of sensation that ensnared her.  She whimpered softly,
desperate for release as he carefully pushed her towards her orgasm.  Her
erotic trance evaporated as, without warning, he abruptly withdrew his
fingers from within her.  She sighed with relief and disappointment as her
reluctant vagina released its hold on the instruments of its pleasure.
There was only a brief moment to wonder why he had stopped before she felt,
rather than heard the rasp of a zip.  She froze in surprise as, at the same
moment, the hem of her panties was pulled roughly to one side. Her confused
mind had no time to work out what was happening before she felt the swollen
hardness of Stanley's penis probing between her legs and she almost passed
out with fear and excitement.  Even with the evidence of his heated
erection between her thighs, Lynn could not believe that Stanley would
attempt to fuck her while they were standing less than three yards from her
husband.  His rigid organ pressed insistently at the lips of her vagina
despite her efforts to escape it. She was terrified that Bob would see what
was happening. It was madness for him to take the risk, especially as she
knew that it was impossible for him to penetrate her from this angle
anyway. His built up shoes effectively made his legs longer than hers and,
despite his lack of height, he was still too tall for what he was
attempting. He bent his knees slightly and pushed ineffectively against
her, desperately seeking the opening that was so temptingly near but so
impossibly angled.  Her dazed mind refused to accept any of this was real.
She knew that this simply could not be happening but her body did not care
about logic.  Every nerve and pleasure centre vibrated in sympathy with the
feeling that his erection was generating as it rubbed against the swollen
lips of her vagina. Lynn was lost in a dizzy whirl of erotic sensation.  It
no longer mattered that it was her husband's employer who was doing this to
her.  The feeling grew until the young wife forgot that her husband was
watching.  She forgot everything but the exquisite sensation between her
legs and, without thinking, she stretched up onto her toes so that her most
sensitive spot could share the excitement. A gasp of pleasure escaped her
parted lips as the molten hardness grazed the pouting entrance to her
vagina.  She stretched a little more and her husband's boss was quick to
seize his opportunity. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out when
she felt the swollen head of his penis enter her.  She gasped and pressed
back against his thrusting erection as, with a barely audible grunt of
satisfaction, he pushed the full length of his penis smoothly into her
delicious young body.  Neither of them moved for a moment or two.  Lynn
hardly dared to breath in case she betrayed the secret.  He began to move
inside her in deliberate time to the slow sensuous rhythm of the music and
Lynn surrendered completely to the unreal situation as she welcomed each
thrust of his rigid thickness into her supple body with delirious abandon.
All that mattered now was the pulsating hardness that filled her.  All
thoughts of her husband disappeared as she felt her orgasm begin to swell
within her.  She was conscious that the music was about to end and knew
that they would be unable to maintain the pretence of dancing for much
longer.  She tensed her vaginal muscles desperately around his penis as she
urged her body to climax before the record ended. The sudden tightening of
her vagina was too much for Colin Stanley.  He thrust twice more and Lynn
felt the hot jet of his sperm spurt inside her. The last notes of the music
faded as she felt his softening penis slide from within her still hungry
vagina.  As he fumbled with his zip, she pulled away from him, ashamed and
angry at herself for submitting to his lewd behaviour.  Her slim body shook
with suppressed frustration and she was forced to acknowledge that part of
her anger was because her body still trembled on the brink of the orgasm
that he had denied her.  She swallowed her anger as she made sure that her
dress was straight and tried to calm her thumping heart before she turned
away from Stanley to face her husband.  To her amazement and relief, he
appeared to be completely unaware of what had just taken place.  It would
not be long before he noticed something though.  She could feel the trickle
of sperm soaking her panties and threatening to run down her legs and
betray her.  She shot a venomous glare at Stanley but he smiled mockingly
back at her, apparently unconcerned about her predicament.  She drew a deep
breath to steady her voice.  "You'll all have to excuse me I'm afraid.  I
have to go to the bathroom," she said with a nervous laugh. Bob grinned at
her, "Well you know where it is darling." He burst into uncontrolled
laughter at his drunken witticism and turned back to Barbara Stanley who
smiled warmly at him. "I don't know where the bathroom is and I'm afraid
that I drank more than I should have," said Colin Stanley smoothly. 
"Perhaps you could give me a guided tour while you're at it my dear." Lynn
looked helplessly to her husband for rescue but he was oblivious to the
undercurrent of tension between his wife and his employer.  He tore his
attention reluctantly from Mrs Stanley for a moment and spoke impatiently.
"Well go on Lynn, show him where to go before he does it in his trousers."
"I don't think that's likely to happen now," smiled Stanley and he stared
meaningfully at Lynn.  She blushed and turned for the door as she muttered,
"No, you bastard, you've already emptied yourself inside me." She turned at
the door and looked back at her husband for any sign that he might have
noticed what had happened.  She realised that she had no need to worry. 
His attention was focused exclusively on Colin Stanley's wife.  She felt a
twinge of anger at his disregard for her.  His hand was on Mrs Stanley's
knee, but Lynn could hardly object after what she had just done. She turned
away and Colin Stanley almost bumped into her in his eagerness to leave the
room with her.  He followed closely behind her as she climbed the stairs.
She felt his hand on her leg, then it slid beneath her dress and along her
thigh.  She tried unsuccessfully to shake him off. "Haven't you done
enough?" she accused bitterly, "You should be ashamed." "I should be I
suppose but you're so irresistible that it's difficult to feel anything but
aroused when I'm around you." "I had noticed," she replied scathingly as
they reached the top of the stairs. "The bathroom's just there.  I'm sure
you can manage on your own." "You said you needed the bathroom, "he said
softly, "it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first." "I'm sure you know
all about being a gentleman," she said sarcastically, "but perhaps you
hadn't noticed that, thanks to you, I need to change my pants before I do
anything else." He made no move towards the bathroom.  He was waiting for
something and Lynn had no doubt about his intentions.  There was an
inevitability about the situation and she could see no way to escape from
whatever was going to happen.  She turned to the bedroom door, hoping to
escape into the safety of her room but she felt him move closer to her. 
She turned with her back against the door and faced him in sudden last
surge of defiance. "The bathroom is over there." She gestured ineffectively
in the direction of the door. "I have to change." "The least I can do is
help you.  It was my fault after all." "I can manage perfectly well on my
own thank you," she said weakly.  She flinched nervously as his hand
reached out, but he stretched passed her and opened the bedroom door.  She
retreated nervously as he followed her into the room and closed the door
behind him. She had felt safe downstairs despite the risk that they had
taken.  At least her husband had been there but she was alone with Stanley
now and she was terrified of him.  She tried to sound confident, but her
voice shook with emotion. "You can't just walk into my bedroom like this.
Please wait downstairs. Bob will wonder what's going on." He smiled,
ignoring her plea.  The faint click of the lock made her pulse race
violently.  She backed away from him until she felt the dressing table
against her legs and she could retreat no farther.  He reached out and his
hand closed possessively over her small breast and squeezed gently. "You
have such beautiful breasts.  So firm and young.  I was dying to feel them
but our partners would have noticed.." "Haven't you done enough," she
whimpered in despair, unable to stop him. "Not yet, you didn't come and
that isn't fair.  I owe you an orgasm." "You owe me an apology, that's all.
I certainly didn't want an orgasm," she lied, "not with you inside me.  I
still can't believe you did that with Bob watching." Colin Stanley grinned.
"The risk of being caught makes it more exciting though, doesn't it?" "No,
it was terrifying and disgusting.  I feel so ashamed that I let it happen."
He moved closer until she could smell the heat of his body. "Would you feel
ashamed if we did it again?" "Of course I would but we won't be doing it
again so it doesn't matter." His hand was still on her breast and he
caressed it in a gentle circular motion. Her nipple hardened and she knew
that he could feel it, even through the material of her bra and dress. "And
you'd still feel ashamed," he said thoughtfully, "even though your husband
is out of sight this time?" "We can't do it again," she whispered weakly as
his free hand moved to her hip.  She tried to quell the faint tremble of
anticipation that rippled through her as his hand moved to her bottom. "Of
course we can," he said breathed softly.  "What's to stop us?" His hand was
beneath her dress again, caressing her bottom. "It's wrong, and anyway I
don't want to do it again.  I wish it had never happened.  I love my
husband." "You said that you couldn't cook and that you couldn't dance, so
how can I believe what you're saying now, especially after what we did
downstairs?" His hands left her breast and bottom and roamed over her body.
They slid up her spine and she shivered involuntarily.  Then his hands were
under her arms and stroking the soft swelling sides of her breasts.  She
tried weakly to push his hands away but he ignored her ineffectual
struggles and continued to caress her.  When he moved his hands to cradle
both small breasts gently, she gasped with surprise and pleasure as she
felt her nipples harden in response.  "No-o-o, please don't." He released
her breasts, but only while he unfastened the top button of her dress.  She
groaned softly, "What are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing and you know
that you want me to do it." As he spoke, his fingers were busy on the
second button and then the third.  He did it so quickly and smoothly that
she had no time to object. His fingers slipped inside the opening that he'd
made and caressed the sensitive skin above her bra causing her to tremble
with excitement.  She murmured timidly,"No, we've got to stop this." "You
don't mean that." "Bob will wonder why we're taking so long?.  If he gets
worried, he'll come up to look for us." "He won't worry about us for a
while.  I suspect that Barbara knows how to keep him occupied." Lynn
wondered briefly what he meant but he moved suddenly and pressed his lips
to hers.  She was too shocked by the suddenness of his action to resist. 
She accepted his kiss passively, more concerned about the fire that the
hand on her breast was re-igniting inside her.  She still did nothing to
stop him when his tongue flicked gently across her parted lips.  She did
not have the strength or will to object anyway and when his tongue slipped
between her lips and into the warmth of her mouth, she allowed it to
happen. Then he bent his head and his lips brushed the firm swell of her
upper breasts.  His hot breath and gentle lips sent sparks of pleasure to
her rapidly hardening nipples and she gasped in surprised delight. She
hardly noticed when he undid the fourth button.  His hand was right inside
her dress now and it covered her small breast easily.  She felt a finger
ease carefully under the edge of her bra.  Then his finger grazed against
her nipple and she was unable to stop herself from pushing against him.  He
kissed her again and she felt his hand move between their bodies.  When she
looked, her dress was open all the way. She whispered, "No!" and held
tightly onto the front of her dress.  He took hold of her hands and gently
tried to ease them away as he murmured against her lips. "We have to take
it off.  It might get torn." Her nerveless fingers released their grip on
the material and she felt the dress slide from her shoulders and down her
arms.  It happened before she could wonder what he was going to do to her
that would cause the dress to become torn.  It was too late to protest. 
Her dress was on the floor, forming a white pool of silk around her feet.
Lynn's heart pounded painfully as shocked fear raced through her veins. 
Her numbed muscles refused to obey her and she was unable to resist as he
lifted one of her feet at a time to remove her shoes and free the delicate
fabric. He threw her dress over a chair and stood back while he stared in
awe at her near naked body.  Clad in only her bra and panties, she looked
even younger and more vulnerable.  It was difficult to believe that she was
a married woman.  She flushed crimson with shame and humiliation as he
studied her body.  Her long legs were slim and shapely and her skin soft
and smooth.  The thin white panties were almost transparent and the outline
of her sex was clearly visible. She flinched when he reached out with
curious hands to touch the silk smooth skin of her belly.  His fingers
traced a line of excitement back up to her breasts and stroked the small
globes of firm flesh through the material of her bra.  She held her breath
in astonishment and then released it with a sigh as his lips moved over her
neck and shoulders.  He fumbled with the fastening of her bra and she
wondered why she did not just tell him to stop.  Then she felt cool air on
her breasts as he freed them gently from their captivity.  For a moment,
his face was that of a small boy as he stared in wonder at her naked
breasts.  Lynn was puzzled by his reaction.  She had always thought that
her bust was too small though the shape was good and her skin as
unblemished as a baby's.  She felt a faint glow of pride as he praised
their perfection in an awed whisper. "My God!  They're perfect - more than
perfect, better than I dared to imagine they could be." His hand shook as
he reached hesitantly to touch the bare smooth skin and she heard him sigh
as his fingers delicately traced the shape of each breast in turn.  His
words did as much as his fingers to make her nipples stiffen and peak with
pride.  He bent his head and kissed each nipple tenderly and the sensation
that shot through her breasts was almost painful in its intensity. She had
never known her breasts to be so sensitive but she had never known her
husband to worship them with the passion and reverence that his boss was
showing. He sucked and nibbled at the diamond hard points and his hands
were gentle as they stroked and squeezed her tender flesh.  The intensity
of his emotions transmitted itself to her and she was swept up in the storm
of his passion.  His tongue trailed lazily over her breasts and up to her
throat.  He kissed her again and she forgot that she was supposed to be
resisting him, when she felt his lips hard against the softness of hers. 
His tongue probed the warmth of her mouth and, though she did not move her
tongue, she was unable to prevent it from touching his. His hands glided
down to her hips and caressed the tops of her legs.  Then he was tugging at
her panties.  In a last minute panic, she grabbed for the thin elastic
waist to prevent their removal but her reactions were too slow and she felt
the flimsy material slither down her thighs and over her knees. He pressed
his body against her and ground his pelvis gently against her naked pubic
mound.  Lynn tried to fight the urge to respond but her legs had turned to
rubber and she was forced to cling to him for support.  She knew that she
was lost when she pressed back against him, eager to feel the pressure of
him against her burning sex. Lynn could see that he was determined to fuck
her again and she tacitly resigned herself to the inevitable.  She made no
effort to resist when he led her to the bed and sat her down.  He knelt in
front of her and slowly unrolled her stockings down her long legs.  As he
bowed his head, she felt his breath warm and teasing on the sensitive flesh
of her inner thighs.  She clenched the muscles in her buttocks and the
sensational feeling spread fluttering threads of excitement through her
trembling belly She could feel his eyes devouring her body and her head
bowed in helpless shame as she shiverd in anticipation.  He took hold of
her shoulders and pushed her gently but firmly back onto the bed.  The
young wife fell back with her legs sprawled open over the edge of the bed
and watched fearfully as he hurriedly stripped off his clothes. Without
clothes, he was scrawnier than she had imagined but she was shocked at the
thick hair that covered almost every part of him.  He looked half man and
half goat, like a fantasy picture of a satyr.  She stared at him, repelled
and excited by his ugliness.  Her hypnotised eyes slowly wandered from his
thin chest and down to fix their gaze between his legs.\