Chapter 06(a). Ken. (August 1994.)
The next experience I'd like to share with you is perhaps a bit of an odd one. I was 30 when it happened.
Hubby's company closes for a fortnight's holiday towards the end of July each year. Normally we go away ourselves but this time he was having some work done during the closure and needed to maintain a presence to ensure the work was up to standard.
At the beginning of the second week a specialist firm from up North was brought in to complete the job, and it's because the guys were from away that things were able to pan out the way they did. Due to the need for discretion the scenario which unfolded would not have been possible with a local firm.
On the Tuesday evening, hubby came in fuming, calling the guy doing the work an arrogant, supercilious ignoramus. I've no idea what had transpired between them but whatever it was left hubby loathing and detesting the guy. Well having briefly met Ken, the 45 year old guy in question, whilst calling in to see hubby on Monday I concurred that the fat bellied, tall and shaven head guy lacking in any sort of politeness wasn't very prepossessing, positively Neanderthal in fact. Beyond that I knew nothing about the guy.
Hubby calmed down during the evening but then came out with a bombshell which initially shocked me. He wanted to seduce Ken!
"What! I thought you detested the guy??"
"Yes but that's the very reason I want you to have sex with him. To know this loathsome creature's fucked you and would be crowing about it really turns me on, the humiliation factor I suppose. After the big bust up we had today think how good he'd feel about fucking my wife behind my back, how he'd boast about it to his mates back up North!"
Well it would certainly be different!
The plan we concocted was that I'd be on site tomorrow instead of hubby, using the excuse that he was busy elsewhere. There was only Ken, plus a young lad doing the clearing up, a sort of general dogsbody, left on sight now that the work was almost complete.
I sat reading a magazine and deliberately showing plenty of leg, not that that's an unusual occurrence with me, quite close to where Ken was working. He was openly looking, leering is perhaps a better word, at my legs which I crossed and uncrossed repeatedly to ensure my hemline crept higher. Ken even knelt on the floor grinning at one point, obviously to get a better view up my skirt. Eventually he swaggered over to where I sat reading.
"Looking for a bit on the side are you? I thought the other day what a wimp your old man is. Am I right in thinking he's not able to satisfy a sexy looking piece like you?"
I nodded; if hubby wants humiliation so be it.
Ken put his hand roughly on my thigh grinning broadly.
"From your display I think you've come in here because you want a real man to sort you out and can see that I'm the one to do the job." Ken said complacently.
His breath was hot on my cheek and I parted my legs when his hand was thrust roughly up my skirt.
"Yes." My murmured response provoked the arrogant Ken's laughter.
"Look no further girl; I can give you what you need which is a damn good fucking, right?"
My skirt was high by this time and with Ken's hand delving inside my panties I spread my legs further, murmuring my agreement.
