The Young Wife (24 page)

I cleaned Leo, as I had cleaned myself, and thought about my darknesses, as I quietly brought the bed to order. Long after Leo had drifted off, I was still awake, imagining how it would be next time. Next time a man came to me.

Eleven

I had asked Kay to join us more for my own pleasure than for any real need. She had known me for years, though we only really became friendly through the club. She was a barmaid, and not a particularly good one, but the ladies who owned it liked her, and that was good enough for them. It also didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive in her own, odd way. She was never going to be very clued-up, but that was more from her total lack of interest in anything, rather than from low intelligence. Once I understood that she had no desire for intellectual achievement, and very little personal ambition, I found her much easier to deal with. I asked her to help us out at the house, knowing she was likely to be more hindrance than help, but I liked to have her around all the same. It is not that she is spectacularly beautiful, but more that she is always game for a bit of fun, especially with other girls. Whenever I could, I let her help in the shop, because I knew that as soon as I grew bored of selling dresses, or if no one interesting came in, I could close the door, and retire upstairs with Kay.

I didn't get much opportunity to play at Jessica's house, as there was nearly always a presence from the coven, but I used to pinch Kay's bum in the corridors, or catch her for a quick snog in the kitchen whenever the opportunity arose. I had my only real interlude alone with her on the day before the whole thing came to an end.

I was getting fresh linen for my bed, as there was little else to occupy me when Leo was being taken for his rounds in the wheelchair during the day, when Kay's head popped around the door.

‘All right?' she said, and flashed me one of her dozy smiles.

‘I am now,' I answered, putting down the armful of sheets I had gathered and advancing towards her.

She knew what was coming and, after a quick peek down both sides of the corridor, she stepped fully into the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind her. We were both dressed similarly, in our black satin maid's outfits, but I had to admit that she looked the part far more than I did. Her hair was tied in a French plait, setting off the peaches-and-cream complexion of her cheeks and neck perfectly. She was very buxom, so the cleavage which bulged at her collar was much more impressive than mine. She had the right type of face for it, too, all wide-eyed and slightly gormless.

I looked down at her legs, as she leaned her back against the bathroom door, and was pleased to see that she was taking advantage of my wardrobe, which I had offered to her, and had decided to wear a pair of my black fishnets. Her legs were slightly shorter than mine, but more shapely, with bigger thighs, and I prefer that kind of figure to my own. I moved towards her again, and she giggled with delight. She was uncaring of whether she was with a man or a woman, as long as they were attractive. Unlike myself – I have a definite preference.

‘I don't think they will be back for ages, Anne,' she said, meaning the coven of two.

They had taken an instant dislike to Kay, and the feeling was mutual. She loathed them. I have to admit, at that time I was becoming more attached to Antonia, and things were working out quite well between us and Elizabeth. Still, variety is one of the spices of life, and I was never averse to taking pleasure where it is freely offered.

‘I fancy a bath,' Kay said suggestively, and reached behind her back to undo her stiff bodice.

‘And I fancy you,' I told her, reaching around her trim waist to help her with the catches. Her breasts looked delightfully clean and creamy already, but I would have no hesitation in assisting her if she felt they needed a good soaping, and I told her so.

‘I'll give you a hand with your bath then, shall I?'

‘I don't mind,' she said, with a shy smile that didn't fool me at all, as she let her dress fall. She stepped out of it, and slipped past me, to turn on the taps and add some bubbles. I admired the narrowness of her waist, and her chubby bottom as she bent over the noisy water. She looked back at me with a flirty smile, and gave a little wiggle of her hips. She had the kind of arse that knickers never seem to be able to contain. Her cheeks were just too plump and firm, so that every kind of panties eventually worked their way up into the crack of her behind. I watched her stripping off, all bouncing, coral-tipped tits and creamy thighs, with a smile on my face.

She tested the water with her toe, and then sat in it with a huge grin of pleasure. Her tits bobbed, shining with moisture in the frothy water, and she immediately began to soap the lovely, swollen gourds with a sponge.

‘Aren't you coming in, then?' she asked, and I shook my head and shouted over the roaring of the tapwater.

‘No, I just want to watch you,' I said, which was perfectly true, though I did go over to the side of the bath to see her slippery breasts a little closer. She carried on soaping herself unconcernedly, then kneeled up in the bath so that she could soap her thighs and hips. I watched the plump frame flexing with utter satisfaction. It was like watching a peep-show, without having to peer through an optic device. She was such a happy girl, which was probably the consequence of being slightly dim, that she was a pleasure just to be around.

‘I'll do that for you, Kay,' I offered, and she turned her head and smiled impishly at me before handing me the sponge, then she kneeled up in the bath, with her elbows and lower thighs under the water. The white of the bath, and the suds were reflected on her slippery underside, and the moisture on her buttocks and back made them shine. Her cheeks were as smooth and white as boiled eggs, and they shifted in impatience for the touch of the sponge.

‘Come on then, Annie. What are you waiting for? My arse is getting cold, sticking up like this,' she complained, but I knew she was only playing, as the bathroom was warm and comfortable. I dipped the sponge in the water, and lathered it up, until it was coated with white suds, then I rubbed the sweet smelling lather into her creamy skin until it squeaked. I deliberately saved her bottom and breasts for last, as one would save the sweetest things for pudding, and Kay was raring for it by the time I was ready.

Then the bloody doorbell rang.

‘Oh, for fuck's sake,' complained Kay, who can be quite common when she wants to be. ‘What a fucking time for them to come back.'

‘Don't worry,' I said. ‘You just stay where you are. It might not be them at all.'

Which was perfectly true, as they had only been gone for half an hour, and they usually made Leo suffer through a shopping expedition, which was the main purpose of their little forays. I pitied the poor bastard, having to listen to those two when they got together. Not that they could say anything about Jessica, without rocking the boat. I knew that Antonia was unlikely to want to hear anything bad said about me, so I didn't worry much on my part either.

I skipped down the stairs, not wanting Kay to get fed up and dry off if it wasn't absolutely necessary, and opened the door in a rush. I was surprised to see Roland Norton standing on the doorstep, and told him so.

‘Roland, what the bloody hell are you doing here?' I asked, as I hadn't seen him for over six months. He was a friend of my father's who had looked out for premises for me when I was first thinking of moving back to the area after college, and I was completely taken by surprise to see him. Especially there, at that time.

‘I've come to see Jessica, actually,' he said with a delighted smile. ‘But I'm just as happy to see you.'

I invited him in, though he seemed reluctant to comply, so I decided to tell him what I knew.

‘Jessica told me a man might call for her, but I never would have thought it might be you,' I said, watching for his reaction.

‘Did she tell you what happened?' he asked, stepping through the doorway, and smiling ruefully.

‘No,' I answered truthfully, ‘but I can guess what kind of thing it was.'

He laughed, and said, ‘I hope you don't think that I do that kind of thing with every woman I meet?'

A crazy thought went through my mind, and I decided to see if he meant what he had just said. It was a way of satisfying my curiosity about men as well.

‘I was just in the middle of some washing, Roland,' I told him disingenuously. ‘Would you mind awfully if I asked you to come up while I finish it?'

I saw him taking in my costume, and the thoughts that flickered across his face as he answered, ‘No, not at all.'

He followed me up the stairs, and I felt the pressure of his eyes on the graceful movement of my legs and bottom as we climbed the long staircase to the upper level of the house.

‘Kay, we've got a friend come to visit,' I called out, to warn her, though my use of the word friend would have told her not to panic.

I don't know what Roland's thoughts were as he stepped through the door after me and saw the slippery blonde girl on her knees in the bath, but he seemed to be quite calm about it.

‘Oooh! Hello,' said Kay enticingly, with a broad, sexy grin from ear to ear. She made no move to change her posture, as she had assumed he was a friend in the deepest sense of the word, and therefore thought that he was part of the game as well.

To give him due credit, he was as calm as if he had seen this kind of thing a thousand times before, and the first thing he said was probably meant to be a joke, but it didn't work out that way.

‘Hi!' he said. ‘Need a hand there?'

‘Matter of fact, I do,' answered Kay, completely misunderstanding what was going on. She didn't realise that I was playing a trick on her, and him, so she obviously assumed that he was going to be part of whatever we were doing next. I was amused by the whole thing, and quite pleased to see him, so I decided to let the thing run on. So we both picked up a sponge, and started to resoap Kay's lovely, bubbly form. She was going to be cleaner than the deck of a yacht by the time we finished with her. Roland couldn't stay away from her ripe, swinging breasts, and she giggled delightedly as he tickled their swaying tips with his sponge. I was busy soaping away at my own favourite spot, and soon the sweet girl was a mass of frothy suds at front and rear. Then we rinsed her plump and glimmering curves, while she laughed with pure, unadulterated pleasure under our ministrations.

I noticed that Roland was looking uncomfortable, and asked him what was wrong.

‘Oh, you know,' he said, darting his eyes down to his groin and winking.

‘Well, get him out, then, and we'll give him a wash too,' said Kay with a giggle.

Roland looked at me for agreement, and as soon as I nodded he whipped out the most impressive of penises and stuck it over the edge of the bath. Kay made a little noise of delight and sat back on her slippery haunches.

‘Oh! That's a nice big one, isn't it?' she said, totally unabashed by the angry, red column that he pointed at her.

‘Thank you!' said Roland, and the odd exchange of pleasantries had us all giggling like children as he handed her the sponge with which he had been soaping her lovely, heavy tits. I watched them swaying, ripe and full, as she washed the bulbous head of his cock, and cupped the firm scrotum that he had released from his trousers. She smiled at me, then bent forwards to touch the purple knob with the impudent point of her tongue. Roland groaned delightedly, as Kay began to give us both a lesson in how a cock should be sucked. How she managed to get it into her throat like she did I shall never know, as she seemed to have no difficulty at all in sliding the thick pole all the way in. Her smooth cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his angry stem, and I had to force myself to tear my eyes away long enough to go to her rear again. She had cocked her bottom up out of the water, and twisted her upper torso so that she could bob her head over his cock. The movements made her spine flex in the most marvellous of sinuous curving lines, and I just had to run my hands all over it to feel the lovely flexing of her muscles.

Even when I started to frig her plump little cunt, she still did not halt the working of her mouth on the cock, but merely cocked her hips up a little more to allow me easier access to her chubby rear. I leaned over the bath's edge, and awkwardly stretched my upper body over so that my chin cleared her hip. I pulled the rich cheeks of her bottom apart, and stuck my tongue into the little, pink hole between them, as I cupped and rubbed the fat lips of her pretty fig. Her bottom trembled, and the wicked little hole contracted as a spasm of pleasure rippled through her sturdy frame. I looked up to her face in time to see her greedily swallowing the semen that Roland was injecting into her creamy throat. I licked her quivering anus, and frigged her little clit until she came, shivering with delight. She had to sit back into the water, which was only tepid by that time, but she was too spent to move, and it was left to me to escort Roland back to the front door before the witches' return. He seemed a little bewildered at the speed with which everything had happened, but he had innate good manners, and seemed to think it would be rude to leave without telling Kay his name, especially as she had just sucked his enormous cock, and obligingly swallowed his sperm.

‘I'm Roland Norton, by the way,' he said, turning to face Kay as he was almost out of the bathroom.

‘Kay Webster,' she answered, with a flushed and happy smile. ‘Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.'

I nearly howled with laughter as I led Roland to the door, and promised to get in touch. I think that had to be the most memorable understatement I had ever heard.

Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

Twelve