Just an Ordinary Housewife
Chapter 4 - Keeping it in the family
Alex had some news for me and some good news for Robert. Robert's efforts at
work had earned both of them promotion. Alex was to take over the biggest sales
territory in the country and Robert was to have Alex's job.
This virtually meant the end of sex with Alex (although there was still a little
more to come in the future..) and because he was even busier at work Robert
would have to make the time to fit his wife into his busy schedule when he got
home!
Robert's younger brother lived on the other side of town and was to become a
useful temporary replacement for both of them. He was not very well off and had
no car so I volunteered to drive him to collect a piece of hi-fi equipment that
he had bought second hand. No problems with that I thought.
I drove round to pick him up at 10.30 in the morning after the traffic had died
down a little; 20 miles there and twenty miles back took a little over an hour
of driving time and with the time to test the equipment and hand over the cash
we got back to Andrew's place just after noon.
He offered me money for the petrol, which I refused, so then insisted that I
come in for a cup of tea and a sandwich. The small flat (USA translation =
apartment)was nicely furnished, paid for by parents one assumed, and clean and
tidy. It was on the first floor and consisted of a single bedroom with bathroom,
living room, and a kitchen that had space to eat in. I took my coat off and sat
down. Living on his own, Andrew was quite handy in the kitchen and quickly ran
up a couple of ham and salad sandwiches. He was in many respects similar to his
brother although generally less ambitious about work, in fact he did as little
as possible which is why we had the time to drive around today.
We had just about finished eating, when Andrew suddenly said "Do you remember
when I came round to return that book to Robert a few weeks ago?"
"Yes" I replied, "I was just changing to go out when you arrived".
"Are, you sure?" said Andrew, "Just as I was walking along the road I saw
Robert's boss driving away from your house." I suddenly felt hot and tried not
to blush and give myself away. "It just seemed strange that he was leaving and
you were not fully dressed...."
"Well, that's just the way it happened" I replied defensively. "Are you sure,
Kelly?" he continued. "I feel pretty certain he had sex with you. Most people
would given the opportunity.."
"What on earth do you mean by that?" I said getting a little cross "I don't go
around having sex with every man I meet on my own!".
"Kelly", Andrew was about to deliver the knockout punch. "What if I told Robert
that Alex had been round?" "No! Please don't do that Andrew". Game over. Or in
fact new game about to begin.
"Then I would like to have a go too" said Andrew rather matter of factly and not
with any strong implication of threat.
I could see the movement in his jeans giving me a clue to his desire! "No,
absolutely not!" I replied without any sense of conviction. "Are you sure,
Kelly?" he replied "I could always phone Robert to see if he knew Alex was
calling at the house".
I really did not want to Andrew to screw me too although he was quite attractive
as young men go... "Look, Kelly it won't take long" he said looking at his own
bulge and you will probably enjoy it!" "No" I said again. "OK, but I think it's
going to go off anyway!" said Andrew, beginning to open the front of his
jeans..."
"Right, we had better go to your bedroom, quickly....!!" was my answer, actually
encouraging him out of the kitchen. He lowered his jeans and underpants and sat
on the bed. Instinctively I compared him too his brother. A shorter but thicker
shaft, larger balls, all surrounded by a mass of thick dark pubic hair. I liked
what I saw! I pulled some bathroom tissue out of the box on the bedside table
(he probably used them for masturbating with!) and, sitting on the side of the
bed too I put one hand round his cock with the other hand holding the tissue in
place to collect the resulting outflow.
I slid my hand to the base of his shaft, holding the loose skin tight, and gave
it a squeeze. A few strokes up and down did the job and I felt him stiffen as
the fluid flowed into my other hand. "Relax, Andrew, I haven't finished with you
yet". An exhausted, in the literal sense of the word, Andrew now lay on his back
on the bed and offered no resistance to me playing with him.
As readers of the other chapters know , I am almost obsessed with virile
penises, amazed at how such a floppy piece of flesh can grow and stiffen to
cause women such pleasure - and occasionally pain. Andrew's cock was now back to
its original condition, about three inches long with nearly an inch of loose
foreskin overhanging the obvious outline of the tip of his penis.
I used both hands (with nicely manicured and pink painted fingernails) to ease
the skin fully back and use another tissue to clean away the residual cum both
on the surface of his cock and finally squeezed out of the shaft. Then I rubbed
the loose skin slowly up and down a few times for good measure.
I knew I should not have done it, it gave consent to my actions, but I just
could not resist using my tongue and lips to suck the still throbbing head
before I let go with my hands. A further squeeze and light tug on Andrew's
testicles proved that he was making a full recovery.
For once it was not me who had to put their clothes back on again! I had
regained the initiative to the extent that Andrew asked, extremely politely, if
there was any chance we could do that again sometime soon.
"Maybe" I replied, thinking that maybe we could take it a little further too.
Back home things were definitely not going well. The lack of pregnancy now meant
a visit to the doctor to check me out for any infection or virus that may be
killing the sperm before they did their job. Whatever you may read in sexy
stories, women just do not like doctors. Well I don't and most of my friends
don't either. Male doctors get turned on - "just checking the thickness of the
wall between your vagina and lower bowel, Mrs Jackson", as two fingers are eased
into the rectum - and women doctors tend to imply homosexuality with a hint of
sadism! Added to that the shear indignity of having ones legs parted and
restrained defies description.
It had to be done however and Doctor Sally Lomax was the one to do it. "Take all
your clothes off Kelly and put this gown on please" she said handing me the gown
and ushering me behind the screen. I came out tense and nervous. "On the table
please now Kelly" said Dr Sally L getting professional. The usual questions
about taking any medication, were my periods regular, did I feel unwell in any
way, any pains etc etc? I answered "yes" and "no" to all the right questions as
my legs were parted, raised, and lightly strapped into the stirrups.
Dr Lomax turned to her assistant "Nurse, can you pop the speculum into Mrs
Jackson for me please" she said briskly. I winced as the cold rubber gloves
began to open up my slit and apply the even colder lubrication. The fingers
worked their way inside and round and about and the metal device began its
entry. "Thank you, Nurse" said Dr Lomax, "I'll take over now" and began the
process of dilating my vagina sufficiently for her inspection. I bit my lip and
tried not to make any noises but could not conceal an "AaaH" as it reached the
point of dilation deemed necessary. Dr Lomax was quick and efficient making the
inspection and taking the swabs. "We will have the results back from the lab in
a day or two, Mrs Jackson and let you know the results as soon as possible"
continuing, "Nurse, could you tidy up Mrs Jackson for me and see here out
please.."
The nurse fully released the speculem and withdrew it carefully. "There, that
wasn't too bad was it" she said. Yes it was I thought! The nurse took some
tissues and wiped off the surplus lubrication and released my legs. I got off
the table and was glad to put my clothes on and go home. Walking across the car
park another (male) patient looked at me suspiciously and I wondered if he was
thinking about what might have happened to me. I still felt naked getting into
the car and driving home quickly.
As expected, the results declared no obvious reason why I should not have any
children and Robert and I discussed this briefly together. He decided that I
needed more sexual stimulation! If only he knew just how much I had been
getting. Sexual stimulation in Robert's language meant from the male point of
view with the female aspect being a variation of humiliation.
On Friday nights we often had a relaxing meal together and a good drink.
Relaxed we may even follow it with sex. Robert had bought a bottle of champagne
specifically for me to drink "as it made me most relaxed". At
the end of the bottle I was relaxed to the point of total compliance and we
stayed downstairs in front of the living room fire. I knew something unusual was
going to happen but could do little about it.
I removed my shoes, skirt, tights and knickers and lay on the hearth rug with my
legs firmly together. Robert disappeared into the kitchen and came back with
some strange objects in his hands. I was about to be masturbated with a suitably
shaped selection of vegetables! Robert picked up my ankles and spread my legs
wide. A suitably shaped carrot parted my lips and made its entrance. It felt
rough and hard. Slowly it was moved in and out caressing my clitoris as my
breathing increased. I stopped short of an orgasm as it was removed. No words
were spoken.
Next came a courgette (very small marrow) which stretched me a bit more and,
because of its shape, the more I squeezed, the more it went in. Robert pushed it
in fully right to the end of my vagina which made me squirm with a little pain
offsetting the pleasure. He fingered my clitoris till it was big enough to
squeeze easily between finger and thumb. Leaving the object inserted he went
round behind me and lifted me to a sitting position to remove my blouse and bra.
Breasts released into the cooler air, my nipples shot out for stretching and
squeezing. Robert had removed most of his clothing too and moved round to put
his cock in my mouth. There was no doubt that he was getting stimulated.
Removing himself he laid me on my back and rolled me over onto my front before
taking the courgette out. I could not see what was happening next but something
even larger was working its way in now. Wriggling and squealing a cucumber was
being forced in. To help it and lessen the pain I raised myself to my knees with
my elbows and head still on the floor. Once in to Robert's satisfaction he began
working on my nipples and clitoris till I let out the scream of a mighty orgasm.
I collapsed on the floor as the huge object was removed and I lay there gasping.
Robert picked me up and lay me face down over the arm of the sofa and entered me
with his penis as hard as I had ever known it. I gripped it firmly and it went
off in seconds. I felt some cotton wool being pushed in to keep the cum in and
we managed to make our way up to bed.
The "stimulation" increased including having my hands tied behind my back and
sometimes blindfolded. Worse, he took some photographs. Years later his current
wife phoned me to say that she had found them and destroyed them. She sounded
quite matter of fact about it and I said "Yes I was pleased" and "Thank you"
with a certain amount of relief. It made me wonder what he had been doing to
her!
I made up my mind that I would go round and see Andrew........
(Chapter 5 follows. Any comments to kellyjkw@hotmail.com)
