The Young Wife (14 page)

I was sure that all this talk of the ‘mistress' was infuriating Antonia, and I felt the glow of satisfaction as I minced upstairs to tell Jessie. I was dying to get David alone so that I could get his reaction. The scheme was that he would pretend to be gay, to deflect any suspicion, and I guessed that he would be down there right at that moment, camping it up for all he was worth. I would have loved to see it.

But it was worth missing the scene to see the wistful expression on Jessica's face when she first set eyes on David, and also to see the sly pleasure in Antonia's as she studied Jessica. She thought she knew something Jessica didn't, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. She watched for disappointment as Jessica realised that David was not heterosexually oriented, but it was she who had to swallow her happy expectation, as Jessica stepped forwards and said, pleasantly, ‘How do you do, Mr Hardcastle. I have been looking forward to seeing you. You come highly recommended.'

They shook hands, as he answered, ‘I'm glad to hear it, Mrs Johanns.'

‘Oh, call me Jessica,' she breathed. ‘Mrs Johanns makes me feel so old. I'm sure I haven't quite got used to the idea of being married, what with the accident and all.'

I was watching Antonia's minxy little face as Jessica said this, and was delighted by the mix of emotions that passed across the beautiful shrewish features. She could take no more, and interjected with a lame excuse to remove herself from the house. We continued the charade until we heard the door slam, then I rushed over to David and gave him a big, sloppy kiss.

‘Hello again, cousin,' he said, with a chuckle. ‘Did you like my act?'

‘Very convincing, pretty Mr Hardcastle. What a butterfly you are!' I said, as I laughed up at him. Jessie hung back, strangely shy, and I introduced her again. She didn't seem half as sure of herself as she had only minutes before, and I put it down to David's sheer animal attractiveness. We discussed our plan with him over drinks, and he was happy to go along with it, though he did raise some words of caution as to the effect of all this on Leo's health. Jessie and I looked at each other and came to the same silent mental conclusion. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Before long, the doorbell rang, and we all trooped out to find Antonia and Vivian standing defensively on the doorstep.

‘We were wondering if there was any way we could help?' they chorused, while maintaining expressions of innocent enquiry. I was totally nonplussed, but David stepped gracefully into the breach.

‘I understand that I am to be domiciled at the guesthouse with yourselves, if you don't mind. I would appreciate some help me get unpacked and settled in,' he said, in a voice that rolled like treacle.

Vivian positively glowed, though the same could not be said for Antonia, who struggled with the muscles of her face and didn't quite manage to conceal her disapproval. I think she was about to protest, until Vivian stepped eagerly forwards, and offered to carry David's bag. Honestly. She treated him like he was a rock star from the moment she first set eyes on him. Jessica and I had a real giggle about that when they had gone. It was incredible.

It also left us with an empty stage for Leo's little ‘treat'. The night nurse wasn't due until eight, so that left us two and a half hours to enjoy ourselves. The poor man was at our mercy. I dressed with unusual care for the coming events. I bathed, after laying my clothes on the bed. I waxed myself to smoothness, leaving only the little moustache at the crest of my pussy-lips, and rubbed scented body cream into the depilated skin. I oiled my whole person, from neck to toes, and dressed in stages, taking time to study each layer in the full-length mirror in my room. I have a top-light body. My tits are little dunes of flesh on the sandy plain of my chest. Little dunes with castles of wet sand crumbling at their tips. They make my hips seem wider than they are, and the round jutting of my bottom-cheeks seem all the more plump because of the little peaking of my tits. My legs are my best feature. Long and muscular, with small, complicated joints to make the swell of my thighs seem more pronounced.

I wore white panties, to excite the invalid. Men like to see the plump flesh of a cunt pressing against clean white cloth, or so I am led to believe. I know that lots of women do, and why should men be any different? The panties slipped comfortably over the glossy rondeurs of my silky cheeks, and gripped high on my narrow waist. I couldn't wait to peel them off for Leo. To tease him with the sight of my little purse being slowly exposed.

I slipped the starched white uniform over my head, and the dampness of my hair wet the collar. I buttoned it up the front, and clipped the little watch to the material stretched taut over my right breast. A red belt cinched the material in tight to my narrow waist, and made the hem flare out a little. The garment's edge grazed the tops of my stockings, and my garter belt showed faintly through the thin material. My bra assured a plunging neckline from its lacy cups, so I left the top two buttons open. It is amazing what can be achieved with so little to work with. My little tits thrust aggressively up from the crisp white cotton. After slipping on a pair of impossible heels, I stepped carefully downstairs to join Jessica and the patient. He looked a little grumpy when I arrived, though his eyes soon lit up when he saw me. I guessed that Jessie hadn't been very entertaining. She was offering companionship, and he wanted a little excitement. Be careful what you wish for, as the old proverb says.

‘I'll take over now, Mrs Johanns. You go and have a rest,' I said, in mock sympathy.

Jessica smiled wearily and answered, ‘Thank you, Miss Simpson. Leo loves company, especially pretty young girls like you, if you don't mind me saying so. Don't you, Leo?'

We turned towards him in time to see him slowly blink his agreement, and she said, ‘There. He agrees with me. It's so much better when men don't argue, isn't it?'

I smiled my agreement, and noted how fast she was coming along. Much more of this and she would be a proper bitch.

She walked wearily from the room, and I admired the slow, suggestive weaving of her arse-cheeks under the clinging lilac material of her dress. I hoped to have those heavy globes under my palms before long, but first came the little charade we had planned.

The door closed softly, and I noticed that Jessica had already fed the patient from his little squeezy tubes. I turned his wheelchair round to face the window, and peered into his face.

‘Would we like a little bit of fun, Mr Johanns?' I asked with a sly smile, my face only inches from his. I stuck out my tongue, and licked the shiny skin of his forehead, and the cold tip of his nose. His eyes widened to an astonished expression before he blinked, and I brushed the back of my hand against his groin. I drew my hand back as if it was burned. He had an erection. I didn't think he was still capable of that, but I was obviously wrong. Either that or he was recovering very quickly, which spelled disaster all round. I gave his cock a little squeeze, and was surprised my the thrill of pleasure it gave me. I had never touched a man's cock before, and now I had one completely at my mercy. I wondered if I should uncover it, and decided against it for the moment. One thing at a time, I thought.

His eyes goggled, and I asked him, ‘Do you want to see the candle trick again?'

He blinked furiously, and I felt the tube of meat at his groin jerk. I gave it another little squeeze and drew my hand down it to pull the skin back a bit. I was amazed at how firm it was, and at the way it pulsed so strongly when I squeezed. I drew away, and hoisted up the front of my dress. I pressed the plump bulge of knickered cunt out at him, and tensed my cheeks to make it press tighter against the stretched material. I shuffled round, and showed him the bare cheeks of my arse, flexing and clenching the tight globes to drive him wild with impotent lust. I bent, and hooked the strip between the satin cheeks aside. I pressed my rump back, and rubbed a wicked finger along the rippling seam of my sex. It slid easily along the hot opening, and I pressed it in, more for my own pleasure than his. I straightened, and held the dress up at the back as I waddled over to the candle-holder. I let the panties sit across my mincing buttocks as I walked away from him. I reached up, and whispered over my shoulder back to him, ‘Now, which one, do you think?'

I picked the longest one, and plucked it from its tiny spike. Walking back to him, I loosened a few more buttons on my dress, so that my bra and the little hills of creamy flesh they held would show more clearly. The belt around my waist was all that held the garment in place, so I left it where it was, and undid the bottom buttons so my crotch would show. I gathered up the material of my pants, and tucked the strip of white into the fleshy seam of my pussy. Then I pulled it up so that the lips bulged either side. I stroked the thin end of the candle along my slit, and watched his eyes devour the randy movements of the candle along the wet cleft. I kneeled awkwardly down, and slipped the tight pants over the smooth muscle of my widespread hips. I shuffled round to let him see the panties peeling out of my open crack, then drew them down so that all my rear was exposed. They settled comfortably, drawn tight across the rack of my parted knees. I leaned forwards, and arranged the material of my dress so that all my hips and arse were uncovered. My cunt was practically steaming from the thoughts that were going through my mind and the intensity of the situation. I wondered briefly if his cock was jerking now, as I ruthlessly thrust the thick end of the candle between my slick cunt-lips. My vagina convulsed around the hard tube of wax, and I stroked the stiff bud of my clitty with the soft pad of two fingers as I worked the stem into myself. I almost missed the soft click of the door as it opened, and for a moment was horrified at the thought that our plan might have gone awry, and that it was the coven who had stumbled on my little scene.

I strained my head over my shoulder to look, and the fear on my face must have been real enough to convince Leo. Jessica must have admired my acting abilities. If only she knew how my heart pounded at that moment. My throat went dry, though my cunt got even wetter, as the thought of being captured by the bitches turned me on more than it scared me.

‘Miss Simpson, what the hell do you think you're doing?' came Jessica's horrified cry. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to, as the knickers stretched so comfortably across my knees were quite effective as a hobble. She came to stand beside me, and I craned my head up to look at her. It felt strangely real, now that Leo was here, to be caught with my knickers down, and a candle protruding from the wet lips of my pussy.

‘You dirty little cow,' she hissed, in a tone of horrified disbelief.

I felt ashamed and exulted by her.

‘I'm trying to help him,' I gulped out, through a throat that wanted to close completely. My cheeks burned as I thought of how I must look. I made as if to get up, and she grabbed the top of my head to thrust me down again.

‘You stay right where you are,' she snarled, and I hung my head in pretended shame. My bottom thrust out, with the weird projection of the candle hanging unsupported from my slippery cunt.

Jessica rattled off a furious litany of recrimination as she paced about the room, and I just hung my head a little more and stuck my shameless bottom out at Leo. I hoped he found this interesting.

‘I know what to do about a slut like you,' she spat out above my bowed head.

‘I'm sorry,' I mumbled, and settled myself more comfortably on my spread knees. I hoped that Leo had a good view of my open cleft, and relaxed my arsehole into a lazy pout. I put my hands on the floor beneath my chin, and lowered my head to rest on their backs. I felt Jessica's presence beside me again, and then her shadow shifted. I heard her foot come down on the other side of me, and knew at once that she was standing astride me. She kneeled, and the cool globe of her bottom settled into the small of my back. Sharp-nailed fingers gripped my parted cheeks, and pulled them wider until the muscles in my slit tensed in protest. My anus felt like it was going to gasp a little breath, and I could not help myself from drawing it in.

‘You dirty thing,' squealed Jessica, ‘doing that with your bottom. Did you see that, Leo? Did you see what the naughty bitch did?'

Her hands cruelly kneaded the trembling flesh of my open bottom, and I felt the candle float further into my slit. I felt it slipping in, and out again, until my cunt sucked at its waxy length like the tide sucks at the shore.

‘Look at this, Leo,' taunted Jessica. ‘Is this what she was doing? Do you like watching it going in and out like that? See how far it goes into her tight little thing.'

I felt saliva flood my mouth, and I had to swallow as the stem moved quicker and deeper into my cunt. I longed to rub my clit and feel a finger in my arse, but Jessica was determined to draw things out. I felt her grinding herself down against the small of my back, and knew that the only thing between us was the thin material of her dress. I felt the heat and dampness where her cunt rubbed my spine. All at once, the candle's end slipped out of me, and my hole clenched against itself. I felt the shaft slide along my taut perineum, and then nothing, for a moment.

All at once, she slapped me, lightly, in my stretched and tender cleft. The bitch! I hissed out a whispered groan of protest, but she persisted, and slapped me again. I squirmed my cheeks to close them, but could not lift my back because her weight kept me down, and my knees were spread too wide to give me leverage. Again and again her jerky slappings made my buttocks quiver. The upraised moons felt as if they shivered, though they were stretched too taut to really wobble much. She slapped me right on the crinkling around my arsehole, and I yelped in surprise, so she slapped me again on the exposed opening. Her fingers stooped at intervals to stroke my spongy cunt, and rub deep into the wetness of my offered slit. Her fingers rubbed the mucous into the tautness around the well of my bottom, until it bulged slippily back behind me in an invitation I knew she would not refuse. I felt the first sharp insertion of the candle, and squeaked under my breath.