My Slide Into Decadence.
Chapter 1
It was happening all over again. It seemed that no matter how hard Jayne tried, she just couldn't stop herself. Lying in bed at night, in those moments just before sleep when you can be at your most honest with yourself, she had to admit that, in reality, she didn't try that hard.
She knew that she should. All her wifely and motherly instincts told her that. All her female standards influenced by the social conditioning she had gone through in her nearly forty-five years, screamed that she should. But over the past four and a bit years, she didn't and she wasn't sure whether she could or, truth be known now, even wanted to. She likened herself to a serial killer. She would go ages without feeding her habit, but then something would burst inside her and she had to get that fix, have that buzz, satisfy that craving. Yes, when that something erupted in her she so desperately wanted to get fucked.
Chapter 2
"I'm sorry Jayne," Stephen had said when she caught him so obviously looking at her bum in the tight, white tunic the clinic insisted all the Consultant Assistants wore.
She had gone back to work, just after her fortieth birthday; a traumatic time for all women. She was working for a consultant psychologist in a swish, Harley Street clinic. In his early fifties, married and hugely successful, he was gorgeous. They had got on well immediately and had quickly developed a relaxed, chatty and slightly flirty relationship.
Stephen loved women, everything about them, their smell, their shape, their smooth softnness and above all just the way they carried themselves. Although far from gay he, at times, wished he had been born female. Odd thinking from a man who spent practically every moment he and Jayne were together, imagining her naked with his cock shoved into one of her orifices; but then psychologists can both create and handle such mental conundrums, can't they?
Although he had never completely committed adultery, for with the warped logic of mind scientists, hookers didn't count, he lusted after Jayne tremendously. Most days he masturbated about her, and when he made love to his wife, in his mind it was Jayne he was fucking, not Rebecca.
With many people, one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs is suspecting another person's sexual interest in you. With many women, the power and status of a man with whom they work closely, is of almost an equal attraction. With all of us, the loss of the 'magic' from a current relationship can be the multiplying effect for us to be attracted to someone else. With Jayne, in her working relationship with Stephen, all these elements were combining.
It wasn't that big a surprise really that Stephen started making remarks, which on the surface were jokey ones, flattering Jayne on her appearance and figure. Deeper down though, their meaning was to soften her up, test the waters as it were and see if maybe she was up for it. It was also not a huge surprise for Jayne to play up to that.
The just above the knee, buttons all the way up the front, white coats with a three-inch-wide elastic belt the female assistants were required to wear by the new Swedish owners of the clinic, were made from the highest quality Egyptian cotton. Each assistant was carefully fitted for the coats and they fitted very snugly. Too snugly some thought, particularly those like Jayne who were carrying an extra few pounds on the figure, which the aged, female fitter had measured and told her was 35D, 28 37. In her Swedish accent she had said, touching Jayne's boobs and hips. "At five feet five Jayne, you should lose some kilos, here and here."
All the assistants quickly learned that tight, white, high-quality cotton has many great features. Hiding what was underneath the material, though, isn't one of them. Some had counteracted that by wearing a slip and others by wearing bland, opaque underwear, but some hadn't bothered. So, it was not that unusual in the luxurious setting of the upscale clinic to see the outline of a bra, the lines of panties, the lacy band of a thong or even the hint of an areola and the indentation of a nipple or two.
Stephen could hardly believe what he saw when he came into the office that morning. Jayne was bent over getting something from a low drawer. Her thong was so obviously outlined through the thin material that he started to harden immediately. When she turned and said hello, his erection was completed. As clear as had been her thong through the back of the coat, was her bra at the front. But it wasn't just her bra that was displayed, for as they stared at each other, it was what was in it, which encouraged the completing of his hardness. And that too was obvious to both of them.
Even to this day, Jayne still believes it was an accident and that she hadn't worn the see-through bra as a come on. She swears she just forgot how transparent the white coat could be.
Nevertheless, from that moment on, most rational thinking, left their relationship.
That morning they kissed. That evening, when the clinic was nearly empty, he caressed her breasts and the next day he undid the top buttons on her tunic. Whilst it was quite common for the consultants to lock their doors, Jayne couldn't bring herself to let him go further in the office. In any case, the conflict she was encountering by being so intimate with him, was so hard to handle.
Yes, she thought, at times, I want him to make love to me. But then the huge realisation that it would be the first time she had been unfaithful to Kevin since they had started together when she was in her early twenties hit her.
Stephen was having similar concerns. Despite often using hookers, massage parlours and escorts, he took his marriage vows seriously. He had never taken up any of the many opportunities that had been presented to him over the years. Jayne, somehow, though, was different.
The very next day, with the door again closed they again kissed, Stephen again unbuttoned her coat, but this time he eased her delicious breasts out of her bra. They were both close, so very, very close to going all the way, but somehow common sense prevailed.
That didn't last, long though. For a few days, they held back, they restrained themselves they kept their lust in control. But it exploded again late one morning and Jayne was in Stephen's arms, their mouths were locked, his hands were everywhere. He started undoing her coat, he pulled the hem up and ran his hands over her bare bum. He pulled the front up and sighed with pleasure at the tiny triangle of see-through lace covering her pubes and pussy.
He had lost it completely. All thoughts of remaining faithful had left him. The body in his arms and the lips against his were totally consuming him and he had only one objective in mind. To fuck Jayne.
He got one of her tits out from her bra, greedily sucked her nipples and slid his hand between her legs. She responded by rubbing his swollen length outside his trousers.
"Oh God Jayne, I so want you," he groaned, the words crashing into her mind and bringing her partly to her senses.
As Stephen started to slide her panties down Jayne stopped him.
"No. No Stephen, not here, I can't."
"Why not Jayne, you do want me don't you?"
