I've moved from Loving Wives to non-consent here. Much more appropriate for what happens to Michelle in this story. Perhaps the other stories about The Process and Aromas should have been under this heading. Que sera.
You'll find some light bondage and pain in this story so be forewarned. If you don't like such things, this probably won't be your cup of tea. If you do... enjoy.
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Michelle's thoughts race through her mind...
(What the heck is that all about? Damn, I'm wet again.) The afternoon a few weeks ago when Robert had tied her to the bedposts and blindfolded her invaded her thoughts as she absent-mindedly pulled the weeds. She replayed the events in her mind. The silence -- he didn't say a word for the whole hour, the music -- blues, the feelings, and fear laced with excitement and then the touch (That was really cool. I can't believe that that was a tie he used to touch me) She closes her eyes and feels the tie drape across her body drifting from her legs to her flame red triangle and on up over her breasts and back again as if it were now rather than so long ago.
(He's so much fun to play with....)
And in the background... Squeal, Roar....Squeal, Roar
(Damn! Now what am I going to do?)
The recycle truck turned the corner. (I've got to stop them.)
Trotting to the street Michelle, her breasts bouncing wildly under her shirt, was certainly not 'On her game' today. She was filthy from kneeling in the dirt pulling weeds, her hair back, no make-up on and dressed the gardener. In her case this meant loose short shorts and a white, loose fitting wife beater t-shirt.
There being nothing laid out at the street in front of her house she knew they wouldn't stop unless she did something to grab their attention.
"Hey, hey!!" raising her arms and waiving anxiously her breasts wobbled under the wife beater and one fell out the side.
Squealing to a stop next to her, the man on the passenger side, Ted from his name tag, ogles her and speaks loudly. "Can I help you, m'aam?"
"Yes, please." "I'm supposed to have the branches my husband cut yesterday out here on the road for you to pick up and I just lost track of time. Can you help me get them out?"
"Sorry.. no time for that now."
"I'll pay you."
"I already got a job, m'aam, and I might lose it if we come in late."
(I'm not in the mood for this.) "C'mon, at least take a quick look with me in the back yard and see how much I've got. It won't hurt."
"Leroy, we got a moment to look at what this lady has out back?"
(Leroy! Not that Leroy!) Michelle had had an event a few weeks back where she'd succumbed to her desires kindled by the aromas of Tony and Leroy, the garbage men. Leroy, the blackest man she'd ever seen, had taken her from behind while Tony was fucking her face. He'd unceremoniously shoved his tool into her ass not even trying her pussy and plowed away. When he was done filling that orifice with his seed she had found herself on the step of the garbage truck with his softening member in her mouth cleaning him off when she received yet another, albeit smaller, load of his semen in her mouth.
Michelle has a 'thing', actually she has several 'things', which excite her no end, and when she's excited it's as if she has an out of body experience and just cannot control herself. She becomes compliant sexually. No, that's not right. She becomes compliant, and wanton. Her whole being becomes one of needing to be used. While some might call it non-consent, the truth is that she consents willingly even though her mind races {No, no, no...) It isn't "No" to whoever happened to be with her, it's "No" to herself. She thinks of herself as a good wife, a faithful wife, and then these things 'happen'.
"Sho nuff, man."
"How you doing, Miss Michelle?"
"You two know each other?" Ted queried.
"We've met." Michelle's response as if it were a pleasantry.
"Come on back and I'll show you what I need." Michelle turns to head to the back yard, her breasts again wobble back and forth as they shift weight under the shirt which covered nothing on the side (Thank god they're going to help. Robert would be so pissed if I didn't get this done.)
Leroy and Ted follow as Michelle leads them back watching her ass cheeks roll as she strides quickly to the back where Robert had left the branches for her to tie up and drag to the street. Actually, Robert had begun to drag the branches out front himself when Michelle called him in for dinner and told him she could do it in the morning, she really wanted to spend some alone time with him and it had been worthwhile, making love after dinner, showering together, and sleeping back to front soundly through the night. She had no one to blame for her current predicament but herself.
Reaching the branches Michelle bends down to pick up the first group and her t-shirt hangs loosely off her chest, her breasts completely exposed. Her short shorts ride up her rear and expose a delightful ass, round and inviting, a tuft of flame red hair sneaks out one leg of the shorts.
Leroy is watching her and admiring her body as she works to gather the branches together. Ted is unsure of what exactly he's supposed to do but starts to gather up branches too as he keeps his eye on the woman bending over.
