The Young Wife (21 page)

In the end, the first part wasn't that hard. All I had to do was hang around Antonia's place long enough, and Elizabeth came snooping round me to see, I presume, if what she sensed about me was correct.

I was deep in a heavy petting session with the indefatigable Latin minx, when her doorbell rang, and I had to allow myself a few moments to settle my appearance before I answered it. I think that Antonia was enamoured with the idea of having her own maid as a sexual pet, and she didn't object to me answering her calls. Especially once I had explained a little of the background to this particular visitor and myself. It was the only way forwards, despite the risks, and so she sat back and basked in the novelty as I announced Elizabeth's presence.

How beautiful she still was, with that sun-bleached look of hers. Her figure was perfect for the tight, faded jeans she wore, and the incredible fullness and firmness of her tits was plainly obvious through the thin white Lycra of her top. It looked to me like it was a body, with a thong back, for no matter how much I looked at her bottom in the skin-tight jeans, I could see no visible panty line. There were faded patches of the lightest blue on the fullest points of her cheeks, and the thick, folded seam of stitched denim cut her bottom severely into two rounded hemispheres of curving, sky-blue cloth. I could have stood her in a corner and just stared at it, because it was so beautiful. I could tell that Antonia was getting a bit jealous as, in accordance with our earlier agreement, she made some excuse about going to town, and waited to see if Elizabeth would offer to go with her. She had no intention of leaving, and said so, in the politest but firmest fashion.

‘I'm a guest, Antonia. I'm allowed to be lazy,' she protested, and winked at me, in a friendly way. I smiled back at her, and she seemed to take this as encouragement, as she would not shift, no matter how much Antonia minced and pouted. I glared at Antonia, and she took the hint, though she made it clear that her exit was grudging by the way she slammed the door and revved the car's engine in the most ridiculous way before she left.

Elizabeth watched her go through the window, then let the curtain fall back into place before turning to me with a grin. I was watching the line of her legs and bottom as she stretched up to the window, but I didn't mind that she caught me, and neither did she. Her interest was obvious, and her excitement even more so, as she shook her blonde hair a little and brushed it back over one neat brown ear. She wore very little make-up, for her eyes were as blue as cobalt, wide and well spaced, and her lips were naturally coral pink, so she had no need. My eyes took in every line of the familiar square jaw, and the neck with its length and corded solidity. She puffed her perky breasts out and said, ‘So. Alone at last!'

It was a curious thing for one stranger to say to another, and she seemed to realise this, for she rushed on into another statement to cover her lapse.

‘I feel like I've met you before. Antonia told me your name. Anne, isn't it?'

‘Yes, it is,' I said, with my heart beating so loud I'm amazed she didn't hear it, ‘I'm surprised you don't remember me. I used to be a pupil of yours, not so long ago.'

‘Really?' she said, astonished, and I spent the next five minutes trying to jog her memory. I didn't realise that I had changed so much. I suppose that no one does, until their childhood is fully in the past. At last she seemed to have a vague recollection, and tried to remind me of it.

‘That's right,' she said, ‘I do remember you. A very pretty, studious sort of girl. You liked poetry, if I remember correctly. The last time I saw you was, oh, four years ago? Would that be right? It would have been at the end-of-term party.'

I waited a little before answering, but her lack of interest in that girl who used to be me had angered me, so I decided to cut straight to the chase, as it were.

‘The last time I saw you, you had a man's cock up your arse. In the gym changing rooms. Do you remember that?' I said, and watched her face fall apart with astonished, guilty remembrance.

Her mouth flapped open and shut, making her look, momentarily, much younger.

Finally, she recovered and spluttered. ‘You're pretty blunt, aren't you?'

‘Sorry,' I said, immediately contrite, for she was smiling, if in a somewhat strained fashion, and I still liked her, no matter what.

‘I was a bit annoyed that you didn't remember me,' I continued, and it was my turn to feel embarrassed as I said, ‘I was quite fond of you then, and I thought you felt the same. You always acted like you did.'

To her credit, she knew immediately what I meant, and did me the service of being honest in her turn.

‘I was a teacher, Anne,' she said. ‘It was my duty to show an interest in pupils. Especially those who showed some promise. Besides, no teacher worth the name would encourage a pupil to have anything other than the correct feelings for her, nor would she allow any deeper ones to develop in herself. You understand that, don't you?'

I had no answer, for what she said was perfectly true. I felt the cold wash of common sense pouring through me, and my ears felt hot with shame. If I had been nearer the door I would have run away. Big girls do that sort of thing, too.

She smiled gently, and moved towards me.

‘You're right,' I said, not knowing, for once, what to do. ‘I feel really stupid now.'

‘Don't,' she told me, as she moved even closer. ‘It's not your fault. I expect it was the shock of seeing me like that. How did you come to be there, anyway?'

It seemed that she wanted to talk about it, and the way she kept moving closer made me think that her purposes were not entirely innocent. I explained the circumstances leading up to the moment I saw her with Leo.

‘What did you think, when you saw me like that?' she asked, and I could tell by the shining of her lips, and the hugeness of her pupils, that she was very interested in my response.

‘I liked it,' I said, turning my face away so that she couldn't see my expression. ‘I liked it a lot.'

‘Did you really?' she whispered, teasing, coming closer. ‘How much did you like it?'

‘I wished it was me,' I said, as she put her slim, bare arms around my waist.

‘With a big cock in your bottom?' she asked, as my hands slid over the taut, denim curves of her cheeks.

‘No,' I answered into the clouds of scented hair that brushed my face, ‘I wished that it was me that was fucking you, Elizabeth.'

The undulating flap of denim that covered the buttons of her fly snagged the frills of my underskirt, and the tips of our thorny nipples touched.

I whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear, ‘That's what I wanted, Elizabeth. I wanted to fuck you like he did.'

Our mouths met, and my tongue hooked wetly around hers. Her teeth grazed against the flickering edges of my tongue, as I tasted the sharp, clean tang of her saliva. Her breath came in pants, hot and sweet, between the working softnesses of our lips. I rubbed the hard seam between the downy, denimed globes of her heavy buttocks. Her hand snaked up my inner thigh, and rubbed my mound. I clenched my thighs around it, and pulled her closer, as I whispered into the small, brown shell of her ear, ‘I want to fuck you like he did. Really, I do.'

She broke away a little, to look at me.

‘What are you going to do it with? You haven't got anything.' she said. Then seeing my look of confusion, added, ‘You know? To do it with.'

‘I'll find something,' I answered, as my mind swirled around the promise implicit in her choice of words. She was willing to let me do it; all she wanted to know was what I was going to do it with.

I fumbled at the clasp of her thin leather belt, then pulled it out through the loops. It snaked away downwards, and tapped lightly against our calves. She watched me feed the end through the clasp until it formed a noose, then calmly stood as I picked her left hand up and put the noose over it. I pulled the end, and the noose drew tight, then I pulled the other hand up so that her wrists were together. I wrapped the loose strip of leather around her hands, fed it through a coil, and tugged it until the ties were taut. Her hips swayed as I pulled at her, and I must have looked like a mother fussing at her daughter's cuffs. I looked towards the bathroom, and led her, unprotesting, behind me, as I walked towards it. I pushed the plain door open, and she followed me through. I was curiously calm, though my slit was hammering with the blood that had puffed excitedly into its outer lips.

I paused, to look around, and she asked me again, ‘What are you going to do it with?'

‘Shhh!' I hissed, gently, as I looked for something else to tie her with. Spying a red towelling robe laid carelessly over the side of the bath, I pulled her towards it, and tugged the robe's waist-tie away from it. I tied it tightly around the leather between her wrists, and then kneeled, while keeping a tight hold on her, so that she had to kneel with me. I looped the free end of the waistband around the nearest of the dull copper pipes that fed out of the ground, and up to the radiator, then I hauled on the tie, and her wrists were pulled towards the pipe. She didn't protest, nor did I think she would, as I stepped up and away from her, to look at my prize.

She had to crouch for a moment, and then she shuffled back on her knees as I watched, so that she could rest more comfortably while she waited for me to do something. Her bottom jutted out, well defined by the constriction of her jeans, and I stooped to rub the taut, blue-hued cleft. It felt warm beneath my palm, and my fingers flirted with the stitching of the seam until she started wriggling.

I hardly dared to go to the buttons at the front, for this woman had been my teacher, not so long before, and now she was letting me do this to her. My mind could hardly accept it, though I was not going to pass up the opportunity through faint-hearted scruples now, after all this time of wanting her.

I struggled with the difficult buttons, and she raised the angle of her thighs so that I could reach them better. They snapped open, in the most exciting, teasing crescendo, and my fingers brushed against the warm material that sat behind her fly in a way that gave me goose bumps all along my spine. I reached around her with one hand, and tugged the thick welt of waistband down over her hips. The jeans resisted me, when I had them at her bent knees, and she had to shuffle back a little more, and lift each one in turn, before I could get them down to her ankles. They wouldn't go over her boots, so I had to tug the boots off, then pull the jeans, then tap the boots back on. She waited patiently while I did this, as I was slow from the distraction of watching the way the gusset of her body suit dived away between the wide, golden globes of her upturned arse. It really was superbly muscled, exactly as I remembered it, and the thin strip of white divided the deep cleft like a river of snow between two hills of light-brown marble. She stuck her bottom out, brazen with desire and the immediacy of the moment, and I pushed a little bit of the material into the mound below the ravine of her behind.

‘Ooooh!' she groaned and, eyes tight shut, stuck her lips out into an ‘O' of lust. There were little, silver snap-on clasps sitting on the material between her golden inner thighs, and I was about to uncover her by opening them, when we both froze at the sound of keys in the lock. For one horrible moment I thought it would be Vivian, but then Antonia's crisp tones called out our names.

‘Anne! Elizabeth! Where are you?' she cried, and Elizabeth turned her head to me in appeal.

‘Lock the door,' she hissed, quietly, and her beautiful, blue eyes were round with alarm.

Smiling, I tilted my head back, and called out through the open door, ‘In here, Antonia. We're in here!'

‘God! What did you do that for?' spat Elizabeth, as she struggled uselessly at her bonds. ‘Fuck! Don't let her see me, Anne. Please!'

I just waited, stroking her squirming cleft, until I heard the light scuff of Antonia's boots on the boards behind me.

‘I got it,' she said, breathless with excitement and wonder at the sight of the beautiful blonde hunched and bound by my side.

Elizabeth had turned her face away in a turmoil of embarrassment, but the note in Antonia's voice alerted her, and she was trying to crane her beautiful neck back to see what it was that had been brought. It was obvious that there was some collusion between Antonia and me already, but this was confirmed when I said to Elizabeth, ‘Look what we've got for you, Liz. Something you like.'

I took the implement from Antonia's eager, trembling hand and brought it round into Elizabeth's view. She was shocked by what she saw, and all she could think of to say was, ‘No. No, you can't.'

Antonia came in, taking off her jacket as she did so, and kneeled by my side at Elizabeth's delectable rear. For all her protestations, Elizabeth didn't lower it at all, or attempt to make it a less inviting target for our attention. If anything, she cocked it even further up, even as she kept up her low moans of negation. I told Antonia to have a feel of the beautiful arse, which she did, tentatively at first, and then with increasing boldness. I pulled the gusset of Elizabeth's body out of the deep crack, and we both dipped our fingers into the heat and moisture of the plump, pink cunt that it hid.

Elizabeth squirmed her hips back at us, and I took this as a signal to go on. With fingers that shook with lust, I popped the catches on her body suit, until the strip at the rear whipped elastically up Elizabeth's rounded spine, coming to rest on the middle of her back. I pushed the dangling halves up her torso, uncovering the stiff-tipped globes of her breasts. They bounced plumply on my palms as I squeezed them hard in my thin fingers. Antonia was pushing her fingers between the folds of rippled flesh that pursed around the entrance to Elizabeth's pretty cunt, and her thumb was rubbing fiercely on the pearl of erect tissue at their apex. Elizabeth looked hotly over her shoulder at me, and her lower lip was loose and full with passion.