The Ceremony went without a hitch. With Mum as centre of attention, Gary as proud new husband, and me as delighted-for-them daughter, we made our way to the wedding breakfast. Gary was seated between Mum and me; he smiled, chatted brightly, and tried desperately not to let his eyes drift down to my front, or to the shapely leg exposed by the side split in my bridesmaid’s dress, which had fallen open when I sat down. Pete,...

It was Mum’s special day. Well, her second time around. She and Dad had divorced a few years ago when he couldn’t take any more of her controlling tendencies and bitchiness. But now, she was marrying Gary. Approaching his fiftieth birthday, her new husband-to-be had made a tidy sum through his plumbing business. He also was easily led by a strong woman, which suited Mum perfectly. I had no idea what possessed him to ask h...

The heat hit me from the moment we landed at Grantley Adams International Airport. Fortunately, a car was waiting to take us to our hotel in Bridgetown, and so it was a hop from one air-conditioned environment to another. Acclimatisation could follow. Charles’s family links to Barbados had brought us to the island. It was a problematic part of the family’s history, given a considerable element of their fortune had come fr...

Irritatingly, my car had developed a complicated fault, which required it to be away with the garage for over a week. In the interim, Charles had arranged for one of the company’s drivers to be on hand when I needed to go anywhere. Terry was an ex-soldier in his early 40s, who dressed smartly in a dark suit and clearly kept himself extremely fit. The thought of seducing him occurred to me almost immediately. Having made a...

Sitting over a coffee in town with some girlfriends, my phone pinged with a series of incoming messages. Suspecting I knew the source, and after a suitable pause, I made the excuse that I need to visit the toilet. Locking myself in a cubicle, I opened the phone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from him. “You should take some time out, and go shopping for something to wear when we meet. Let your imagination run w...

“Come on, you two, we are going to be late for school,” I called upstairs as they brushed their teeth. Normal school day morning: running late; house in chaos; children can’t find their homework; husband focused on getting himself to the train on time. Finally, I had both children strapped into the back seat of the 4x4 and on the way through the traffic for the fifteen-minute drive to the school. Due to meet for lunch wit...

It was our wedding anniversary. John had booked us a table at the new Indian restaurant in town, which was getting rave reviews for its food and authentic atmosphere. The anniversary fell on a Monday this year, so the restaurant was quieter than on the other nights of the week. And we had booked for 8.30, because John had been working late and the babysitter couldn’t get to us much earlier. As a result, we had the place t...

The warm water cascaded over me, washing the trails of semen from my face, body and hair. I sighed contentedly and lingered under the steamy spray. Images ran through my mind of the men crowding around, finishing themselves off all over me as I urged them on. The sense of power over them had been such a turn-on; despite the seeing-to that had followed from Mal, I was still horny. Eventually, I turned off the shower and st...

“We need to do something to drum up some trade,” Mal sighed, his hand stroking my arse as we leant against the bar, gazing out over a nearly empty pub. After a few minutes of silence, he looked at me with a sly smile. “Do you like dancing?” “Yes,” I responded doubtfully. “Do you like shopping for clothes?” “Yes…” "Do you like earning money?” “Where are you going with this, Mal?” Opening the till, he pulled out some cash a...

I was bored. I had left school that summer with no qualifications and the stern warning from my teachers that, if I carried on like this, I would amount to nothing. Unemployed and living with my Mum and her latest boyfriend in a small flat on a run-down inner-city housing estate, life wasn’t that great. Whilst the boys of my age constantly told me I was, “fit as fuck”, with my brunette hair and bleached blond highlights,...

The day after I had got home after the dinner party at my in-laws' house, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father-in-law. Susanna, his wife, had gone to visit her sister; I was, as a result, to come to their house that evening. All arrangements had been made; I just needed to bring an overnight bag. With Charles still away on business, I hopped in my Range Rover to make the hour’s drive. Parking in the sweep of g...

The years passed, and with them came two children. We hired a nanny to look after them. Even so, life with busy with them, work, the normal round of social events, my riding, and, more discretely, being ridden by Charles’ younger brother, Henry, when he came back from New York, where he was living and working. Henry’s latest visit to England coincided with a business trip abroad for Charles. To celebrate the prodigal son’...

Each year before Christmas, the Chairman of Charles’ firm held a party for the senior management team at his home. The guest list ran to just over a hundred with wives and partners; a number easily accommodated in their sprawling mansion set in 20 acres of parkland. I had met Rex and his current wife, Ingrid, at the previous year’s event. Twice divorced, slightly overweight, but oozing power and influence, and very much t...

Returning from our honeymoon, we settled into married life. Charles commuted to his job in the City. I occupied my time with setting up home, going to the gym, meeting for lunch with girlfriends, and riding out from the livery yard where I kept my horse. Long rides across the rolling countryside were heaven. But as most female riders will tell you, the motion and the constant rub of the saddle is highly arousing. I freque...

For our honeymoon, Charles took me to Maui in Hawaii. We stayed in a gorgeous resort and spent our first few days sunbathing on the private beach. On the third day, Charles had chartered a small boat to take the two of us out for a day of deep-sea fishing. Charles had put on a pair of baggy swimming trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and a baseball cap. Under a sarong, I was wearing a pink high-leg bikini. We arrived at the jetty...