Chapter 7

Friday was a long day at work; I was doing a double shift having swapped with another nurse so I could have the whole weekend with John. About halfway through the afternoon I had a break and took the opportunity to phone Theresa and confirm the details for Saturday.

"Hi Theresa, it's Jayne."

"Hi Jayne how are you?"

"Ok thanks, I was calling about tomorrow, are you and Alan still going to be able to join us?"

"Yes, no problems."

"How about afterwards?"

"Afterwards?"

"I'd like the two of you to come home with us and be there when I give John the other DVD."

Theresa chuckled,

"That should be interesting; I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I laughed,

"There is one thing though..."

"Yes?"

"Once John has seen both DVD's and met you and Alan."

"Yes?"

"He might want to..."

"Want to what?"

"To make love to you."

Theresa laughed down the phone,

"If he's seen those DVD's and doesn't want me I'd think there was something wrong with me... or him!"

"But what if he does?"

"That will be your decision Jayne, how will you feel if he wants to fuck me?"

"Jealous, horny, excited, I don't know."

"Jealous of him or of me?"

That question made me think for a moment, would I be jealous of my husband for getting to fuck Theresa or of Theresa for getting to fuck John?

"Both!"

She laughed again,

"In that case darling I will definitely let him fuck me."

The casual way she called me darling sent a little wave of joy through me; something about this woman just seemed to make me crave her affection and attention.

"You're wet aren't you?" she asked.

I realised that I was, more than just wet my panties were soaked and sticking to me. When I did not reply, Theresa chuckled,

"I know you are Jayne, you can't hide anything from me, answer my question."

"Yes, yes I am wet Theresa."

"Just imagine how wet you will be tomorrow night, watching as I open myself to your husband, take his cock in me, should I make you hold him? Make you guide his cock into me? I think you would enjoy that wouldn't you?"

The picture her words painted in my mind overwhelmed me,

"Yes," I whispered weakly.

Her laughter echoed down the phone,

"I know you would my darling, if you are a good girl I will let you do just that tomorrow night."

Oh god, how did she do it, she could effortlessly take control of me, even over the phone, her words seemed to go straight into my mind and I could not even imagine not doing as she asked.

"I will be a good girl." the words were out of my mouth before I could think.

"I hope so, I have a task for you, I am going to phone you back in exactly twenty minutes and by then I want you to have come three times."

"But I'm at work..."

"Just do it," she interrupted and the phone went dead.

I stared at the phone disbelievingly for a moment then hurried inside and down the corridor to the ladies. It never occurred to me not to do as she had ordered; I could have lied when she called back. She would know though, somehow, she could read me like a book while to me she was a complete mystery. I almost ran into the ladies and stopped suddenly, all the cubicles were in use. My mind whirled, how long was it since Theresa hung up on me? How much longer did I have? I stood squeezing my thighs together, it must have looked as though I was bursting for a pee but really, I just needed to come. Theresa had known that too, without seeing me, from however many miles away she had known, known that my pussy was wet, known that I would do as she wished. At last, I heard a toilet flush and the door to the centre cubicle of three opened. Almost rudely, I brushed past the woman leaving the cubicle and slammed the door closed behind me, one hand was pulling my skirt up as I sat down, the other diving between my legs, pulling my soaking wet panties aside and going straight for my clitoris. I was even wetter than I had thought my flesh slick and slippery as my fingers spread my pussy lips. I ran a finger up between the lips of my pussy coating it with my juices then spreading them over the tip of my clitoris, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. I rubbed my finger in tiny little circles; years ago, I had discovered that this was the quickest may to make myself come. I held myself open with one hand using the fingers of the other to drive myself up and up towards my orgasm, my thighs tensed and shook as the first surges of pleasure rolled through me. Luckily, the toilet in the next cubicle flushed making enough noise to cover the involuntary moan as I came for the first time. I kept rubbing frantically, I had lost any sense of the time, I did not know how much longer I had and I was determined not to disappoint Theresa. Closing my eyes, I pictured the scene she had described to me, imagined her lying back legs wide apart as my husband moved on top of her, and imagined holding his lovely cock guiding him into my lover's pussy. This time there was no convenient noise to hide my moan of pleasure as I reached my second orgasm.