It had been a defiant act rather than a genuine need; when I’d driven my husband’s new Mercedes Sports to our local Mall; and hey, my Ford was being serviced that day anyhow!

Can anything boost vanity better than an open-top Sports car putting the wind in your hair? Well it sure was a snazzy car for a cute chick like me to pose in.

I’d parked it up at the Mall, soaking up my imagined envy; but my five minutes of fame was cruelly curtailed.

I’d made that old mistake of parking alongside a short post; then forgetting it was there when pulling away!

The sound of the Merc’s offside, grinding against the steel post filled me with such an awful terrible dread.

Oh Please ... No God! ... Had I wrecked Richard’s new dream car?

Taking the new Mercedes out for a spin had back-fired on me; it was a disaster!

Richard did not fall into the hen-pecked hubby category! No Way!

In fact he would have hit the roof at simply learning I’d even taken it round the block!

No sir; he would exact some awful revenge; like divorce me maybe! He did not give any second chances; when a deal went sour, he just pulled the plug on it!

But I had one small saving grace; he was away in Seattle on business for a while and that gave me a breathing space!

Surely my husband’s new car could be made beautiful again before his return?

I could drop it in to the express repair centre and he’d 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. It was that kind of marriage.

I realized then, that I was in a real fix.

I then decided to do something really drastic. Something I thought I’d never again contemplate.

But now I was desperate, I simply had to ask Papa for help; and I’d been a good girl, before Papa made me bad.

Mama, being the night-shift supervisor at the Nuclear Energy Plant never knew; and it wasn’t called child abuse when I was a young girl.

It was coyly referred to as ‘being interfered with’; which sounds kinda playful?

Back then, I did it to please him; it excited me.

It had begun after my fourteenth birthday – when He had taken me for a ride through the valley – then we had stopped – but he left the engine running? The way it vibrated when he gunned the engine. Yes ... I did like it.

He gradually talked me into taking off my panties; and then got me to straddle the gear sick – so it was well inside my pussy.

Then he gunned the motor, to make the stick vibrate. It gave me an instant orgasm. He looked at me and said to to put my hand on the gear-stick; then asked me if I liked. It gave him one too.

We often took ride together then, and he liked me to use a cucumber for him. He always rewarded me with a dollar for every inch of the cucumber I could push into my pussy; while he masturbated.

“You’re such a good girl Janet!” he would pant.

My personal best would earn me five bucks; ... but as Papa’s cucumbers steadily got fatter the pain got harder to bear!

So then Papa taught me to masturbate him with my toes and feet; while I pleasured myself with a big unpeeled-banana; he said it was my Oriental speciality.

I’d broken free of Papa around seventeen but I found the boys who dated me slow and frustrating; it was older men I found more exciting ... and more grateful; like Richard Greyland.

I’d been an eighteen year-old promotions-girl at a Formula One event; decked-out in a little ‘fuck me outfit’ when I’d caught the eye of a mature member of a race-team there.

Richard had cautiously checked the promotional agency for a background check, finding I was a new girl from college on her first ever job. So believing I was a virginal peach, he wasn’t about to let me slip through his grasp. His invitation to dine and bed me was impeccable; and I demurely accommodated him.

Some tricks Papa had taught me, had so aroused Richard that first night, he’d made me his best girl; ... unaware of the soiled goods he had acquired.

I found I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing Richard approved. But I soon realized that Richard had me on both a financial and social leash.

But even so, upon reaching twenty, I became Richards trophy wife and I had become accustomed to my comfortable lifestyle.

But suddenly, having mutilated Richard’s new sports car at the mall, everything felt very fragile. I urgently needed money to get that car fixed!

So, I decided to swallow my pride; I had phoned Papa.

It had taken him by surprise hearing from me, but he’d invited me over.

His place was in a classy residential district and when he answered the door it surprised me just how good he looked!

He was still a hunky guy, even approaching 50; the scoundrel! His hair was salt and pepper now but his body was in really good shape.

He flashed an expensive smile saying simply “Hi Ya Janet; you look terrific.”

I smiled openly at his complement and went inside. We had drinks and I asked where my mother was. He laughed and said she was in Florida these days.

He looked at me admiringly, “You’ve kept yourself well Janet; you have a nice home and husband; no kids to pull you down. And you’ve got yourself looking great to see me?” He grinned. “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 Papa. I need ready cash to get it fixed; before he gets back.”

He was silent for a while then he smiled a devilish smile.

“That sounds like quite a bit of cucumber Janet!”

I grimaced at his jest, “You’re right Papa.”

He laughed at what he’d said, while taking in my figure.