Exploitation of a Housewife

Fay was lying in bed, bleary-eyed as the sun slanted through the window. She loved this time of the morning, lying there with her thoughts, Richard, her husband long gone to work, feeling all warm and sleepy. Fay couldn't resist running her hand down over her soft skin, searching for her nipple, teasing it as her hand went lower, searching for the heat between her legs. She was feeling particularly horny at the moment, mainly due to the fact that Richard had been away on business a lot recently and was always shattered when he returned. Fay didn't work, so she had plenty of time to fantasise, and play with herself, somehow though it wasn't the same and she yearned for something more distracting to keep her occupied.

Fay shut her eyes, her mind filling with images of a faceless lover using her for his own pleasure, fucking her ruthlessly, roughly pawing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She stifled a moan as her fingers slipped inside the folds of her cunt, working away, teasing the slick folds of her outer lips. Mmmm that feels so good, thought Fay already on the way to an orgasm, she pushed a finger inside herself, revelling in the feeling of penetration as she continued her toying.

A sudden noise from downstairs snapped her from her playing, bloody doorbell, her orgasm receded into the background as she jumped from her bed cursing to herself under her breath. Normally she would of left it but Richard was expecting a special delivery from work and Fay knew she would be in trouble if she didn't sign for it.

She threw a dressing gown on, aware that it barely covered her ass as she ran downstairs and into the hall. Fay opened the front door, a deliveryman stood on the doorstep clutching an A4 envelope to his chest. Fay barely registered the mans face, but was aware of him blatantly checking her out as her dressing gown gaped revealing her cleavage. Fay looked the man in the eye, he blushed aware that he had been caught.

"Letter for you to sign for, addressed to Mrs Fay Smith, that's you I guess, if you could date the slip for me I'd appreciate it"

"You better come in"

The man stepped nervously into the hall as Fay took the clip board and turned to bend over the small hallway table, she was only to aware of her gown rising up her thighs, she was excited, knowing that the man must be getting an eyeful. Fay had flashed people before, it gave her such a dirty thrill, but recently she had found she could barely help herself and was making the most of the opportunities that presented themselves.

She took her time, conscious of the excitement returning between her inner thighs, she made sure her gown was open, clearly showing her breasts as she turned round and handed the man his signed reply slip.

Fay looked the man straight in the eye, he was blushing furiously but had obviously got the message as he was openly staring at her exposed flesh.

"Is there anything else you require"

The man's head snapped up, he stuttered a reply.

"N..N..No Mrs Smith, that's fine thank you"

And with that he turned and virtually ran back to his van. With one look back he started the van and speeded away. Fay chuckled to herself as he left, shutting the door behind herself, she put the envelope on the table and went upstairs to get showered and changed, she had a tennis match booked for 10.30 and didn't want to be late.

Fay stepped out of the shower towelling down her long brown hair, she admired herself in the mirror, she exercised regularly and was proud of herself for maintaining the looks and figure she had when she was at school some ten years ago. Her legs were long and shapely from all the tennis she played, she knew that men admired her as she frequently caught them looking, she made no secret that she enjoyed the attention.

However she tried to limit this flirting to her shopping trips, she knew Richard would not approve of her flirtation. Fay was lucky enough to have a husband that supported her and she was desperate not to jeopardise the relationship, she loved Richard very much and couldn't bear the thought of upsetting him, but she knew that her sex drive was not being satisfied at present.

Fay dressed herself, white panties under short starched tennis skirt, topped of with white sports bra under clingy T-shirt and a little sun visor. Fay smiled to herself, secretly hoping for an audience at the club later on, occasionally on of the local schools allowed there senior boys to play tennis at the club and Fay loved all the admiring glances she got from them. She knew that their young hormone filled minds were undressing her and she loved the thought.

Fay grabbed her sports bag and went downstairs, she spied the envelope and grabbed it on her way out of the door. She plipped her silver BMW, putting her bag in the boot and throwing the envelope onto the passenger seat, she got in, her skirt riding up again exposing her shapely thighs, no one to see her actions this time.

Fay eyed the envelope, might be something important she thought. She opened it, it contained a folder which she opened, and another envelope, which she set aside. She was greeted by a number of photos, her attention grabbed she looked closer. The first one showed a young woman on her hands and knees, face hidden by long brown hair. She was being fucked by a large black man, his cock clearly visible as he appeared to be re-entering her.

Fay shivered, the picture was having an effect on her, she still hadn't come and the events of the morning were taking their toll on her. The last thing she needed was a damp patch clearly visible on her panties, that would certainly raise eyebrows at the club, someone was sure to notice every time she served.

Fay turned the next photo over, her heart ran cold all thoughts of an orgasm immediately evaporating, her breath sticking in her throat, it pictured the same woman on her hands and knees sucking the black mans cock enthusiastically. The woman was clearly visible this time, Fay recognised herself, her mind immediately rewinding to the party ten years earlier.

Fay had gone with a friend, Sally, to a party in Notting Hill, Sally had begged her to go as she wanted to meet black men. Fay was not keen, they both attended a respectable private school, Fay knew Sally needed some excitement but didn't approve of her fascination with Black men.

The thought repulsed Fay, she had always gone out with respectable white boys that her parents would approve of, she had gone anyway after she could not bear the pestering any longer. Ten minutes after arriving Sally had disappeared into a bedroom with some guy she had met five minutes earlier, leaving Fay on her own in a room full of black strangers. She faced a dilemma, she couldn't leave Sally here on her own, but she was desperate to leave. She settled on getting a bit drunk, eventually letting one particular guy, who seemed nicer than the rest, get her a glass of punch.

Before long Fay was feeling a bit the worse for wear, she was slumped against the man as he talked to friends, she was feeling very light-headed but a lot more comfortable. The punch was making her warm and she hadn't objected as the man felt her breasts, oblivious to the watching friends as they smirked at her obvious enjoyment. Fay moaned her approval unaware of the unfolding situation, her body taking control, she revelled in the tingling feeling in her nipples and between her legs.

The man had led Fay to one of the many bedrooms, she had been vaguely aware of another man being present but quickly forgot him as she was undressed roughly. Fay stood naked swaying slightly as the man undid his trousers and prized his enormous cock out, it was only half erect as Fay reached out to touch it, mesmerised by it. She had sunk to her knees, kissing the tip lovingly, barely aware of the camera as it clicked away in the background.

She had awoken the next day, with a crashing hangover, only to aware of her nakedness. There was no sign of the man and with tears in her eyes she stumbled to get dressed and left immediately. Fay was troubled she remembered getting fucked like never before, but this feeling was mixed with shame as she only half remembered the acts she had performed and the constantly whirring camera, committing her obvious pleasure to film.
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