The sound of the car’s offside grinding against the steel post had filled me with dread.

‘Oh Christ! I had wrecked Richard’s shiny new car!’

I’d only been driving my husband’s new car to the mall for kicks really; while my Ford was being serviced. But it was that old mistake of parking alongside a post; then forgetting it was there when pulling away! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Taking his new car out for a spin had been an act of rebellion; but it had back-fired on me and Richard did not fall into the hen-pecked hubby category; No sir; he could be a mean bastard.

He would have hit the roof simply learning I’d even taken it round the block! But I had one saving grace; Richard was away in Seattle on business.

My husband’s new car could be made beautiful again before his return. He need never know how stupid his little lady wife had been.

There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did. Richard was a control freak.

So I decided to do something unthinkable. I’d swallow my long held pride and ask my older brother for the money to fix Richard’s car!

You see, it wasn’t called abuse when I was 14 ; that age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as ‘being interfered with’ and Brad was twenty-one when he first started on me. He was also engaged to be married to a respectable business woman!

But Brad rewarded me with a dollar or so; saying we were special buddy’s; that he was my ‘sugar daddy’. As I got older his payments rose to $20 a fuck and our relationship continued for several years after he had married.

I’d been an nineteen year-old promotions-girl at a Formula One when I’d met Richard. He was one of those older guys who took me out; ‘to dinner’.

The sexy tricks Brad had taught me, paid off that night. My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.

I had married Richard; but not for love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; so now it was Richard who had me on a leash.

But right now I needed some ready cash to keep my marriage on an even keel. I decided to swallow my pride. I’d given Brad a call and he’d invited me over.

His place was in a classy residential district and when he answered the door it surprised me how good he looked! He was still a hunky guy, even approaching 30 the scoundrel!

His hair was still nice and his body was in really good shape. He flashed an expensive smile saying simply “Hi ya Jadey.”

I smiled openly at his old name for me and went inside. We had drinks and I asked where his wife was. He laughed and said she was in Florida visiting her sister. He looked at me admiringly, “Remind me Jade, what age were you last birthday?”

“I was twenty-one Brad; why?”

“You’ve kept yourself well Jade; a comfortable home and husband; no kids to pull you down. And you’ve got yourself looking great to see me; so tell me what this is all about?”

The villain was right; he could see I was after something, so I came right out and told him. “ I wrecked Richard’s new car. I need some ready cash to get it fixed; before he gets back.”

He was silent for a while then he smiled a devilish smile. “Jadey, we’re two of a kind. We both know nothing in life is free. So; I have something you want and you know you have something I want.” He laughed at what he’d said.

I had taken care with my appearance; lipstick, eye make-up, my dark hair hanging down my back; my teal sun-dress showing off my skin. I had dressed to seduce my own brother. Shrugging my shoulders as excitement stirred in my stomach, I said timidly, “But what is there I can give my old sugar daddy?”

He smiled appreciatively and picked up his phone. In a trice he’d snapped me as I’d stood there all seductive.

He quietly said, “ I’d like to see more of you Jadey; please ... take your dress off for me.”

I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding as I reached up and untied the dress at my neck, a slowly sliding it down until my breasts were exposed.

I heard his intake of breath and his camera click.

I slid the dress farther down and turned around, letting it fall from my hips exposing my thong panties. The camera clicked again.

“Very nice; come over here.” he croaked discarding his phone now.