Obliging Wife by Sally
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Obliging Wife
Lorraine got down to her task, which, in this case, was licking out the cunt of her worst enemy, Emma Finch. Once again she thought through the bitter steps that had brought her to this end. Emma shifted her legs slightly wider and imperiously commanded Lorraine, now kneeling subserviently before her, to 'get on with it.'
Lorraine looked at the glistening parted cunt lips before her and felt sick. She had no lesbian feelings of any sort and neither, she suspected, did Emma, yet she was being forced to service this hated woman like some sort of sex slave.
It was her own fault she supposed - following her mother's dumb advice to 'keep her man happy in bed and he won't stray'. Well, she had kept him happy when he was in obvious danger of straying and now here she was between another woman's parted thighs. She wondered what advice her mother would have to offer now.
Tentatively Lorraine licked at the pussy presented to her, trying to ignore the unfamiliar smell. Emma moaned appreciatively. She thrust her hips forward, wanting more....
Lorraine had presented herself to Emma about thirty minutes before, still unsure, as she rang the doorbell, what the hell she was supposed to say. She knew that Emma did not like her and the feeling was reciprocal. Basically Emma was a snob and looked down on people like Lorraine.
When she answered the door Emma was surprised to see Lorraine standing there. Probably as surprised as Lorraine felt at being there.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Emma had said, as if she thought Lorraine was lost.
Lorraine didn't want to talk on the doorstep.
"May I come in? This won't take a minute," Lorraine had managed to say.
Emma, confused but curious, had let Lorraine in.
"I was just going out..." Emma began, making it clear that Lorraine was not welcome to stay for too long.
Emma had not invited her to sit so she was just going to have to do this standing. Emma stood, arms folded, looking at Lorraine expectantly.
"It's just that I had to see you to tell you... well, that I've fallen deeply and madly in love with you."
"WHAT?" roared Emma with a mixture of surprise and incredulity.
She stared at Lorraine quizzically to see if this was a joke of some kind.
Lorraine knew the line was lame but really didn't know what else to say. Pathetically she just shrugged her shoulders.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Emma asked.
"Oh no!" Lorraine said vehemently; she was at least convinced of that.
Emma was totally confused but impatient with the pathetic creature in front of her.
"Well, what the hell do you expect me to do about it?" she asked.
"Oh, well, nothing I suppose. I don't expect you to return my love, uhm, just allow me to serve you in anyway I can."
Emma's head was reeling. She barely knew Lorraine. She'd seen her at the school gates collecting her daughter from school of course but had never spoken to her. She could instinctively tell that Lorraine was a bit of a clinging vine and had not wanted to get too close to her. Emma had her own set of friends among the moms at the school gates - what she considered 'the smart set' - mothers who had not given into the drudgery of motherhood (like Lorraine) but looked after their hair and bodies. She had no idea what to do with the pathetic woman standing before her, looking like a lost puppy.
"What do you mean, 'serve'," replied Emma, for want of anything else to say.
"Oh, erm, I don't really know. It could be anything, but most of all, I meant, well," Lorraine gulped, she had nothing to lose - she'd already lost any scrap of dignity, "sexually..."
"WHAT?" roared Emma again.
Miserably Lorraine wished she'd stop shouting that and just tell her to leave. Already she knew she could never look her in the eye again.
"Sexually? I'm no lesbian - I'm a happily married woman!" shrieked Emma, appalled that Lorraine even considered that she might be some kind of dyke.
Lorraine had no arguments. She just hung her head, waiting to be told to leave. No one could accuse her of not trying.
"Wait there," said Emma and she walked in to the kitchen to try and think clearly.
Her day had been going perfectly up until this bombshell arrived on her doorstep and now it was turned upside down. What was she supposed to do with the woman? Emma was appalled by the situation, but something else was now stirring inside her too. Away from Lorraine this began to feel like an adventure. Finally something truly exciting happening to her, like Christmas when she was a child. Her heart was pounding and she started to look from outside the situation. A woman she barely knew turns up on her doorstep offering to be her sex slave. She would be able to dine out on the story for months. Emma even grinned to herself at the absurdity of the situation. The woman was clearly mad, obsessed or whatever, but she looked so miserable that it was obvious she was no threat. She decided to act with kindness. She returned to the hall where Lorraine stood inspecting her shoes and invited her to come in and sit down.
"I thought you were going out?" said Lorraine
"That can wait," said Emma, now fully in charge.
She sat Lorraine down on the sofa and, teasingly, sat down close beside her and put her hand on Lorraine's knee.
In a soft voice she began, "Listen, it's Lorraine Andrews, isn't it? Well Lorraine. I'm not sure why you've developed this... this crush on me, but you have to understand that although I'd liked to help you there really is no way that I can."
Lorraine nodded miserably. Maybe she could leave now, though Emma seemed intent on saying more.
"Could you tell me... Could you tell me why you have developed this crush on me? I mean, you hardly know me..."
Lorraine wished she could explain. She hardly knew herself. Her justification was that she was 'keeping her man from straying', but at what cost to her own dignity?
It had all started innocently in the games that her husband, Jim, wanted to play in bed. Jim seemed to be highly sexed, and, remembering her mother's advice, Lorraine would go along with him, even if it wasn't a turn on for her. Jim liked to ask her whom she was thinking about while he fucked her. Normally Lorraine wasn't thinking of anyone in particular, she was normally trying desperately to achieve her own orgasm before Jim finished, rolled off her and fell asleep. To make him happy she'd say the name of a popular actor, which seemed to satisfy him.
"Guess who I'm thinking of?" he'd asked one time as he fucked her on all fours.
"Cindy Crawford?" hazarded Lorraine, knowing he had several pin-ups of her in the garage.
"No! Emma Finch."
Lorraine froze. Emma Finch was a snooty bitch. They'd all been at school together and Lorraine still saw her as their children were the same age and went to the same school.
Lorraine said nothing. Jim didn't seem to notice but carried on happily pumping away.
"Yeah," he continued. "She's tasty alright. I'd love to get her on all fours and do what I'm doing now."
Lorraine was terrified. Jim had never mentioned another woman before and yet here he was openly discussing her. Was he having and affair? It was impossible to imagine. Was she no longer good enough for him? Did he want to run off with Emma?
She noticed how excited Jim had become and he came almost immediately after mentioning Emma's name. He climbed off. Lorraine could barely look at him.
"God that was good," he grunted. "We should do that more often - you pretend to be someone else and I shag you."
Lorraine felt a little relieved - it was just one of his strange fantasy games after all. But why pick Emma of all people?
It seemed Jim had a 'thing' for Emma, and more often than not, when he wanted to play a fantasy game it was for Lorraine to play at being Emma. He was not content just to imagine it, Lorraine had to play along too. Lorraine realised it was becoming an obsession when he bought her a brunette wig to wear over her own blonde hair that resembled Emma's. Lorraine wondered what would happen if she refused him. Would he stray?
Would he go after the real thing? She did not want to find out and donned the wig for him, knowing it made him happy.
A dress followed. It was red with white polka dots, a type that Emma wore often. Jim would make her put on wig and dress before he came home from work. When he came in he would carry her upstairs and practically rape her.
The last little touch was a photo he took of Emma at a parent's evening dinner. He had blown up the photo and now put it on the pillow next to Lorraine every time he fucked her. His cock would be in Lorraine but his eyes were only on the photo. This hurt Lorraine but in the back of her mind she always felt that if he was doing this then at least he wasn't doing it with Emma.
Jim was still not satisfied it seemed. He started talking about wanting to get a picture of Emma naked, or a pair of her, preferably used, panties.
"You're a woman," he said, stating the obvious, "why don'cha make friends with her and go and do aerobics together? You can see her naked in the showers then come back and tell me all about her."
He thought it was all so easy. Make friends with Emma Finch? The woman wouldn't even talk to her! She tried to explain to Jim but he wouldn't hear of it.
"Why not pick her up then? Become her lesbian lover - that way you can take all the photos of her naked that you want."
Pick her up? Jim had some ludicrous notion that women could just fall into bed with each other at the drop of a hat. This probably came from watching too many pornographic movies that he also made her watch where skinny models shed their clothes and jumped each other as soon as they met. She tried to explain that even if she tried, Emma was straight (she was married and had kids) and would not be interested. That had been her biggest mistake. Jim had made her promise to try.
If Emma refused her then he was happy - nothing ventured, nothing gained. Lorraine tried to think of a way out of the mess. How on earth could she possibly seduce Emma Finch? A woman who hated her? But a promise was a promise. She would have to tell Jim all that happened if she failed and she knew she'd be unable to make something up. What would he do if she refused to even try?
Lorraine thought long and hard about it. Every day Jim came home and asked her if she'd tried that day and every day she had to admit that, no, she hadn't. Jim stopped having sex with her. It was his way of 'punishing' her. If he wasn't getting sex from her, then whom would he get it from?
Lorraine decided to bite the bullet. She had no plan, she would just simply knock on Emma's door - tell her that she was in madly deeply in love with her, wait out the fireworks and leave. Result: Jim would be happy and she would lose all her dignity. Dignity was a small price to pay.
Now, here she was, between Emma's parted thighs, her tongue already coated with Emma's thick juices.
Lorraine had made up some stupid lie about admiring Emma from afar for her style and beauty (which wasn't totally untrue) but never being able to say anything. Emma lapped this up - it was the image she liked to have of herself. So attractive that she even brought women to their knees in lustful desire! She patted Lorraine's knee and encouraged her to go on, hoping for more praise, but Lorriane just seemed to clam up.
"Hmmm, what is it that you particularly admire in me?" Emma said, fishing.
Lorraine racked her brains. It was her legs that she knew Jim liked - "love to have those either side of my face" - he'd say, coarsely.
"Your legs," said Lorraine, stupidly - when would this torture end?
Emma pulled up her skirt over her knees to mid-thigh, exposing them.
"These?" she said. "Well, I am rather proud of them too. What about my body?"
"I love it all," said Lorraine, irritably, not wishing to discuss the stupid woman's body.
Emma sensed Lorraine's agitation. Obviously being so close to the object of her desire was exciting the poor woman. Good. Emma loved the feeling of power she suddenly had over this wretched girl. Emma had always been a bully at school, her natural beauty easily disguising her brutal nature.
"Well, what am I going to do with you dear Lorraine?" she said rhetorically. Emma felt herself becoming sexually aroused by the feelings of power. She suddenly felt almost dizzy at the possibilities. She stood up and turned to face the wretch on her sofa.
"Look at me," she commanded.
Lorraine looked up.
Emma leaned closer to Lorraine's face.
"Do you really want me?" she said, her breathing coming fast now.
"Yes," said Lorraine, flatly.
"Then you may have me," said Emma, raising her skirt in front of Lorraine's face.
Lorraine looked on bemused. What was she up to?
Emma's heart was pounding with the delicious excitement of exposing herself to Lorraine. She used to get the same excitement playing 'strip poker' with her girlfriends when she was just a girl. Emma always managed to lose and be in just her panties whilst the others were still dressed. Now she felt like a young girl again only this time with her own slave to bully.
A slave totally devoted to her!
"Pull them down!" she ordered.
Lorraine, still not comprehending the situation fully tugged at Emma's exposed panties, pulling them down over her hips. A mass of curls came into view as her cunt was exposed. Emma felt the cool air on her exposed mound and bit her lip at the thrill.
"There you go. You wanted it - it's all yours," she panted.
Lorraine stared dumbly at the vagina exposed before her. She had no experience of sex with women and wasn't quite sure what to do. Should she just stand up - say it was all a mistake and walk out? She just wouldn't know what to say - far easier to just bury her mouth in Emma Finch's cunt and seek sweet oblivion....
Emma held on to the back of Lorraine's head and ground her meaty cunt into Lorraine's face, smearing her sticky fluid all over her mouth and chin. Viciously she rubbed herself on Lorraine's mouth until she came.
It didn't take long, she was nearly at orgasm already through just the intoxicating feelings of power.
As she came down from the high she saw Lorraine's miserable, sticky face which spoiled her own enjoyment.
"Oh get out!" she said, angrily.
Lorraine did so, eagerly. Emma had just used her as little more than a masturbation aid and she was happy to leave, but as she reached the door she heard Emma call out - "I'll call you when I need you again."
Oh Christ, it was not over yet.....
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