Mature

Keywords: Editor, 02, to, Ch., Letters, the,

Pages:
1 2 3 4 Next

"I apologise to all the people who were promised follow-ups to my previous stories. I have lost the data twice and have decided that Fate, helped by my stupidity decrees otherwise -I have started again. Apologies also to anyone who expected a reply to e-mails, please note I have now a new address. Regards, Quin."

*****

The editor picked out another letter from the sheaths of papers in the file. This one featured a different scenario concerning the theme of horny wives. Settling down in his chair he began to read.

Dear Sir,

You asked the question in your magazine on how much unusual sexual activity goes on out there and how much is imagined. Here is my story though some won"t believe it.

When I was eighteen I helped out at the local parish hall. We live in a very small country town where everyone knows each others business. Or so they think! The number of volunteers varies depending on the importance of the event, though there is a hard core of eight men. Actually it is three men and five boys – the boys being aged from eighteen to early twenties – the men in their late forties and fifties.

After a few months I noticed how tight knit this group was – almost secretive. As I was the only one that worked with them on a regular basis I started to take exception to the way I was dismissed at certain times when I knew there was lots to do. It usually consisted of, "We can manage now thanks! You may as well go home or do whatever you do."

Something else I noticed was that the wife of one of the community leaders seemed to appear at unusual times and stayed to help with things that she really wasn"t connected with. Many times it coincided with the days or evenings I was sent away. As she was a real good looker it made it even more annoying, though I thought she was too high class for anyone there. She was about mid thirties, tall and slim but big busted with long dark hair - and amazing legs too. What I found strange was that when her husband was present that she didn"t seem half as friendly with the others.

More than once I felt impatience on her and the group"s part while they waited for her husband, and then me, to leave. Why her husband never noticed I couldn"t imagine – maybe he did. As he spent so much time away mostly she wasn"t noticed. It was very odd that a woman like her would want to spend so much time with a group like that. When I talked about it to the others I was told in no uncertain terms that I asked too many questions and should "button-it." To cover their overreaction one of the older men told me to keep quiet because she didn"t like people knowing how much time she spent helping in the evenings. It was put to me that I was privileged to be a part of the regular group. Not being stupid I knew that it would draw more attention if they purposely "banned" me.

One night I went for a drink to the house of one of the other boys. I made a point to take advantage of the drunken state he had got himself in and questioned him about the group. He eventually let so many things slip about covering certain things up that he had to tell me the story. I had put it to him that I would broadcast it round the town that they were hiding something. He became really scared but being under the influence he said that if I gave him my oath that I would never tell – he would divulge the secret.

He said that when everyone else has gone and they know that they shouldn"t get interrupted the councillor"s wife gets undressed for them. She puts on a little show and parades about in her sexy underwear while they all work. Guess what? I laughed. "What a load of fucking bullshit!" I jeered at him. "Come on – you can do better than that!"

"It"s true!" he pleaded. "They will fucking kill me if they knew I had told you."

"And why on earth should she want to do that?" I laughed mockingly.

"Well, because it all started when the older men caught her one night with two of the boys. She was in a back room – they watched through a small window for a while. She let them play with her tits and then when she was jerking them off the men burst in."

"So you"re saying its blackmail?" I asked.

"Not exactly – it started off like that. They told the boys to wait outside then after a while they came out and told the boys how much trouble they were in – unless they could come to some arrangement and be trusted to keep their mouth shut. Apparently when the boys had left, Mary, Councillor Thomas"s wife, was begging the men not to tell. They told her that they wanted what the boys had just had. She agreed to let them have their way and they both played with her tits while they took turns to be wanked off. Then they told her that she would be expected to do much more in return for them keeping quiet. The men had to keep the boys from talking so they were let in on the arrangement. Mary was told she would have to be nice to them all.

The snag was that other boys knew – that"s how I come into the picture. When the men found out they had no choice but to include them. That"s basically how the group came into being. What was not expected was that she enjoyed it. She is what is known as a submissive. There are certain things that she likes and that"s her chance to indulge and let them happen. She likes to show off her body and watch young boys masturbate over her. The men do other things with her too.

So, it"s not blackmail anymore – she likes to do it. The first night that we all met one of the men told her to take off her skirt and top so that we could admire her body as we worked. That became a regular thing. She walks around in bra and panties until we are all turned on and then we take her in the back room."

I laughed and said, "You tell a good story for a man who"s drunk."

"Your mouth will get you in trouble – and me too. Keep quiet if you know what"s good for you. It goes beyond what I have told you. Just keep quiet – that"s all I"m saying."

I was intrigued by his last comment about "goes beyond" then I asked myself the question your magazine asked. Is there really lots of kinky illicit sex out there in the so-called nice neighbourhoods – or do people just fantasise?"

I didn"t see the guy I spoke to for a day or so. When I did he wouldn"t talk to me. What I did notice was his black eye and bruises. Someone had given him a real beating. I was scared myself now. I was eighteen and getting out of my depth. I debated whether or not I should turn up the next time a function was on and volunteers were required. I decided I would have to face the music eventually. If the guy had got a beating because of what he had told me then I figured they would want to make sure I wasn"t a threat - either by coercion or by a similar beating to scare the shit out of me.

Two weeks passed before an event arose that required the use of volunteers. The regular parish hall people were putting on a play so quite a bit or work was required in the stage area, with scenery and things. I reluctantly turned up and as the evening wore on people left and I found myself with just the group. A couple of others had been "encouraged" to go home so now I was about to disappear of my own accord. The councillor"s wife Mary had just arrived with some material for the scenery.

"You can stay tonight," I was told abruptly. I told them I had better go when the boy with the bruises snapped at me, "Stay!" It was though he was saying that as he had to suffer a beating because of me I wasn"t going to be given a choice. I nodded and found a job to keep me busy at the same time watching my back.

After an hour had passed I noticed the men whispering to the woman. Now I felt quite excited. For the first time a little fact had suddenly dawned on me. It was that if the boy had got a beating – then the rest of his story could be true – which meant, unbelievably, that this classy woman would be taking her clothes off. Never happen surely? Had they, hopefully, forgotten that I was there?

I was lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I was aware that Mary was just a few feet from me. As she turned to walk away she glanced over and smiled. The front of her jacket was opened to reveal a white half-cup bra. As though nothing was amiss she walked back to the stage that was at the other end of the room from me. Had it come opened accidentally? I watched and waited for her to fasten it back up – there was no way it could have gone unnoticed for so long – she didn"t touch it.

Trying not to be so obvious I carried on with my task, occasionally looking across the room. She climbed a step ladder, just a few rungs. One of the men walked over to steady it for her. Then his hand went up her skirt to stroke her thigh – it stayed up. Others had noticed and stopped to watch. She was allowing the man to put his hand between her legs. She didn"t flinch or attempt to move. When she finally came down from the steps the man kissed her roughly then she, not he, pulled off her jacket. She was now in skirt and bra. A boy standing near to her came behind her and as he kissed her neck his arm came round to her front to feel her tits. Passively she stood and let him grope her.

The woman was eventually allowed to carry on and everybody got on with their jobs. However, when I looked across a little later she had lost her skirt. I stood with hard cock watching this high class woman parade about in front of all these men and boys in just her little white panties and bra. A voice behind me spoke.

"You wanted to be part of this so now you are. But any more shooting your mouth off and you"re dead!"

For a long time I just watched her. I had an urge to get my cock out and wank but as no one else was I didn"t. Then I was called over to a little group – the woman joined us. She began to chat and asked me if I liked how she was dressed. I nodded stupidly. She said that she hoped I could be discrete and that she liked to have some fun with the men. If I talked I would be spoiling it for myself. Then she said she was going into the back room with two of the boys and would I like to join them.

Pages:
1 2 3 4 Next

Keywords: Editor, 02, to, Ch., Letters, the,