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Opis ebooka Shamed Housewife - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Shamed Housewife

Chapter OneBarbara gave a twist of her hips, and the knit dress glided down her curvaceous form, obscuring a delightful display of pink panties and bare flesh above gartered stockings. She looked at her image in the mirror.Her face was not strikingly beautiful, but it had a sweet openness, and her high cheekbones gave it a touch of class. Her mouth was provocatively small. The careful donning of the dress had not mussed her chic auburn hairdo.The doorbell rang."Shit!" Barbara said, irritated by the interruption of her plans.The tall, well-proportioned woman walked to the door, her rounded hips undulating in the clingy dress. Her shapely calves flashed. She buttoned the front of her dress on the way."Yes?" she asked as she opened the door.The man outside had quick, sharp eyes. That was the first thing Barbara noticed about him. Next she took in his casual grooming: Wavy brown hair that was loose and on the long side, coming down over the collar of his fancy sport shirt; it was unbuttoned far enough to show his broad, hairy chest. He was tall and in his late twenties, about Barbara's age."Good morning!" he said with a friendly smile. "I'm a photographer, working door-to-door in this tract. I'm offering a special on children's portraits. You have kiddies, I suppose.""No!" Barbara replied, more sharply than might have been expected. The fact that she had no children after five years of marriage- and could never have any, according to the physicians she finally had consulted-was a touchy subject with her. It made her feel useless and also accounted, she believed, for her husband's increasing lack of interest.She began to shut the door."Well, perhaps you have a pet!" the photographer said quickly, and opened the album he had been holding. He flashed some pictures of dogs and cats. "The same prices apply-only ten dollars for your choice of three standard-size prints, with a slight additional charge for enlargements."Barbara stared at him. He was an attractive man, she decided."I was about to go out," she said, and hesitated, not quite sure why."Yes, I can see you're all dressed up-and very beautifully, too."His eyes toured her, dallying on the mounds of her titties before sweeping down to take in her womanly hips and subtly curved tummy. Though Barbara usually had an aversion to being stripped by male eyes, this man's inspection seemed different. She felt a tingle.If she hadn't been lonely of late, with her husband treating her like part of the furniture when he bothered even to come home, she never would have invited the photographer in. But before she knew it, there he was, setting up his lights in her living room and placing his camera on a tripod. The equipment had been in his car, parked at the curb."I really feel foolish, having you take a picture of Snow," Barbara said."No need to feel that way at all," the photographer replied. His alert eyes surveyed the appealing spread of Barbara's buttocks as she bent to pick up the fluffy white Persian cat. "You'd be surprised how many people have their pets photographed."Barbara's asscheeks twisted in her embracing skirt as she carried Snow to the sofa, where the photographer had told her to pose her pet."I suggest that you sit beside the cat, Mrs. Uuh ...""Lewis.""Hi. I'm Gary Phillips." He flashed another smile. "Animals usually pose better when their master or mistress is nearby."Barbara sat and crossed her legs. Her skirt glided back from delicately contoured knees, sheathed in sheer nylon."If you would like to be in the picture, you could hold Snow on your lap," the man suggested as he adjusted the height of his camera."No, thank you."Gary looked through the viewfinder. "You have a very pretty pussy, Mrs. Lewis," he remarked.A touch of color came to Barbara's cheeks, and she berated herself for showing such a silly response to a perfectly innocent word. Or was it innocent? He could have said pussy cat.She felt ill at ease, and she twisted a bit, causing her skirt to inch higher on her tapering thighs.Gary kept staring through the viewfinder. "You have lovely legs! I'm a freak for clip-ons and garters."Barbara was embarrassed, and she quickly tugged her skirt down, blushing stronger. "I didn't realize you could see above my ... stocking tops ..."Gary chuckled and raised his head. "I couldn't see above your stockings. But I noticed the bumps of your garter clips in your skirt.""Then maybe I should wear pantyhose.""Please don't do that. Pantyhose are anti-erotic. I wonder ...""Yes?" Barbara felt more and more keyed up, as if something were about to happen."Please don't take this the wrong way, but if you would let me take some pictures of your legs, I might be able to land a modeling assignment for you.""What?" Barbara was flabbergasted."I have a friend who runs a modeling agency, and I happen to know he's looking for a girl to pose for leg art. You'd be perfect, I believe.""You've got to be joking!" she said."No. The men's magazines are always looking for new models. The pay is excellent.""But I'm not the glamorous type!" Barbara said."You're sexier than you realize."Her ego was immensely stimulated. "Well, I ... for goodness sake!" She gave a little laugh."Just slip your skirt a bit higher ...""Oh, no! Really!""You may be passing up a wonderful opportunity.""You just want to take pictures of my ... legs?""That's it. All the way to their tops."Barbara tingled some more. She had never thought of modeling-at least, not since she was a silly schoolgirl. The idea still excited her, though.What was indecent about showing her legs? Women did it on the beach and at poolside all the time. And it was only a few years ago when they were wearing their skirts up around the middle of their thighs."I'm not sure I know ... just what you want," Barbara said, pinching her skirt at both sides and hesitating."Just pull it up!" Gary urged, sighting through his camera.I can't! Barbara thought. Not with him looking at me through his camera and getting ready to take a picture!Then suddenly she did it, gliding her skirt along her hose. The rising hem revealed the dark bands at the tops of her stockings, pulled into slight peaks by her garters. The creamy-smooth flesh of her thighs was exposed."All the way!" Gary insisted.Barbara was amazed by her own boldness as she pulled her skirt lap-high, revealing a rim of pink panty on the thigh which crossed over its twin. She felt hot. Her pussy throbbed."Very nice!" Gary said, adjusting his camera.He straightened up and snapped on the lights. Barbara blinked in the sudden glare.Her cat jumped down from the sofa and ran away. Neither she nor the photographer noticed."Now swing your legs a bit to the left," he said, sighting again.Barbara did so, showing him the fullness of her elevated thigh. She felt wanton, but she assured herself she wasn't doing anything wrong. The photographer snapped a picture."Now just uncross your legs and lean back," he said. "Lift your legs in the air.""What?"Gary grinned disarmingly. "You can keep your thighs together.""Ooh, this is ridiculous!" Barbara said, not moving."Your thighs are appealingly full at their tops. The backs of them, with your stockings and garter straps framing the view, would be very enticing."Barbara tugged her skirt down, blushing furiously. "I think we'd better stop this right now.""Please, Mrs. Lewis! This is all very impersonal, as far as I'm concerned. But I stand to make a nice little commission if you get the modeling job. And your fee will be really worth-while.""But ...""Just point your knees toward me and lift your legs."The man was tremendously persuasive. Or was it something within herself, Barbara wondered, which made her want to go along with his request?Anyway, she did it.She uncrossed her legs, kept her knees together, and leaned back, lifting her pretty legs in the air. Her skirt skidded to her lap. Two elasticized rims of pink panty were revealed, which met to form a small nylon triangle where her thighs came together. Her garters, emerging from under her pants, drew taut against her full thighs. Her stocking tops were delightfully expanded.Gary took a shot."Now, uh, why don't you stand up?" he suggested."There's more?" Barbara inquired, her nerves aquiver."Yes. Face away from me."She positioned herself as directed."Now lift your skirt to your waist."She whirled to face him. "No!""Mrs. Lewis ... uh, what's your first name?""B-Barbara.""Now, Barbara ..." He stepped up to her.Is it my imagination, she thought, or does the arrogant fellow HAVE A HARDON!The photographer's trousers indeed were pushed forward. But Barbara didn't dare look directly at them. Suddenly he was too close for her to do so, anyway.He took hold of her arms and looked directly into her wide brown eyes. She felt a distressing thrill."I just want to take a picture of your legs from the back," Gary said, "while you're standing up. That gives a different effect.""But you said to ... lift my skirt to my waist!""So, you've got panties on.""Yes. And I don't care to exhibit them!" Her cheeks were hot. "If you want to wait while I change into shorts ..."He took a look at his watch. "I'm a little pressed for time. I've got to make a certain number of calls today or I'm in trouble. Really, Barbara, I'm like a doctor in a way. I mean, my attitude is strictly objective. I'm only interested in posing you."She fidgeted. Why was she so antsy?"All right, I'll ... I'll lift my skirt up," she said, turning her back. "But just above my stocking tops."She raised her skirt, and Gary got back behind his camera."A little higher," he said.Like a curtain rising on a stage, her hem lifted more and more, showing inches of naked skin above her gartered nylons. Barbara tried to judge where the hem was, in relation to her panties, but she couldn't be certain without putting her hand there-and that would have seemed too obvious, she thought. She raised her skirt a little higher than she had meant to do, exposing the lower portions of her silky pants, stretched to thin near-transparency by the generous roundness of her buttocks."Is ... is that all right?" she asked over her shoulder."Just another inch or so," Gary said, looking through the camera.Barbara complied.The full plumpness of her ass came into view, encircled by her panties in silken embrace. The crack between her shapely buttocks was hazily visible through the sheer nylon. Combined with her succulent thighs and the allurement of her stockings and garter straps, the view was marvelously erotic.Gary captured it on film.Barbara didn't realize that she had exposed too much until she felt cool air kiss her through the seat of her panties. She quickly dropped her skirt."Just one more pose," Gary said, "and this will be a little different. Face me."Barbara turned, feeling tremendously embarrassed-but exhilarated, as well. She couldn't explain the latter.When she took a good look at the photographer, she had even more cause to feel embarrassed. His lovemaker WAS standing up, she realized in thrilled dismay. And what a big, stiff cock it must be!The photographer didn't seem nervous, despite the protrusion of his pants-front. Barbara couldn't help staring at the stunning peak while her cheeks glowed in brilliant warmth."Don't let my dick bother you," the photographer said, shocking her even more. "It always gets hard when I pose a beautiful woman."Barbara wanted to run. But she didn't. She just blushed and gulped, trying not to look at the man's lower body."What I want you to do this time is to unbutton the top of your dress," he said. "My friend is always in the market for titty poses."I don't believe he said that! Barbara thought. He COULDN'T have been so deliberately vulgar!But she knew he HAD said it: Titty.The deliciously forbidden word echoed in her brain."I ... I ... won't show my ...""Titties?" Gary asked with a smile."Please don't call them that!" Barbara shut her eyes."Breasts, then." Gary seemed faintly amused. "Breast shots are very popular.""Well, I wouldn't pose that way! It's out of the question!""Why? All the actresses bare their tits-I mean, their breasts-in the movies. And the popular magazines are full of them, even Cosmo. I'm sure you've noticed.""Yes, but ... but ...""Unbutton your dress, Barbara."It was as if she were hypnotized. She couldn't seem to resist following the man's orders. She opened her dress with trembling fingers.Her bra was a skimpy thing, cradling her medium-sized but erotically shaped breasts, the pale nylon so sheer that her rosy nipples showed through."Let the dress slide down your arms."She heard the direction as if in a trance, and she complied, feeling ashamed but tremendously excited."Now unclasp your bra.""Noooh," she breathed weakly."Do it, Barbara."She took off her brassiere.Her tits jiggled deliciously, standing in elliptical roundness. Her nipples immediately stiffened to stick up from crinkly disks which were the size of quarters.Gary snapped a shot."Lean forward," he said. "Let those beauties hang!"Barbara did it, feeling wicked and cheap. However, her panties were damp.The photographer snapped his shutter again."Now stand erect and cup your beautiful boobs in your hands," he directed, "as if you were offering them to a lover."She did that, her fingers curling around the satiny, projecting mounds. She squeezed her resilient tits while shame drenched her. Her rosy cheeks betrayed embarrassed excitement."Good!" Gary said, and snapped off his lights. "You can get dressed now."Barbara hurriedly did so, wondering what in the world had possessed her to expose herself so wantonly. She was too ashamed to look directly at the man."I'll show these pictures to my friend and get back to you," he promised as he bundled up his equipment."You wouldn't ... show them to anyone else, would you?" she asked anxiously."Now, why would I do that? I'm a professional!""Oh. Yes. I'm sorry."In less than a minute he was gone, with no further mention of the cat which she hadn't wanted him to photograph anyway.Trembling, Barbara watched through the window as he drove away. Then she hurried into the bedroom. Forgotten was the shopping tour she had intended to take that day. She was so hot that she had to do something about her physical problem right away.Taking from her bureau drawer a good-sized candle, she lay down on the bed and pulled her skirt up. She wriggled out of her clingy, moist underpants. Steepling her stocking-clad knees and swaying her thighs wide apart, she touched the blunt end of the candle to her wet, sizzling slit.The candle easily slipped between the furry, passion-flared lips of her vulva and into her palpitating pussymouth, stretching it and gliding up ... up ..."Oooooooooooh!" Barbara moaned when the hard, fat candle was deeply lodged in her cunt.Her mind projected an X-rated movie onto her closed eyelids, starring herself and the handsome man who had photographed her. His clothes were off, as were hers, and his excitement was rampant.What a big, fat cock he had! Eight inches of straining, throbbing, rosy-headed manhood, sticking up in the air!Barbara flopped onto her back, utterly wanton as she spread her legs for him, silently begging him to possess her.The candle became his turgid penis as it stroked in and out of her pussy, causing her to writhe. The hard, tingling tip of her clitoris dragged against the penetrating thruster. Her wet vagina reached for each plunge of the waxen, smooth dildo."Fuck me ... ohhh, fuck me!" she lasciviously panted. She had never used that word within anyone's hearing, but she said it to herself at times such as this. No other word seemed to suffice.The wicked candle pumped deep into the frustrated housewife's vagina. Her wet flesh clasped the ersatz cock, her muscles rippling up and down on the firm column. It was a poor substitute for the real thing, though. It didn't have any bulging knob on the end of it, and it didn't feel warm and throbby, the way a man's prick did. Barbara also missed the feel of heavy balls bouncing against her tingly asshole. But she had to do the best she could with what she had at hand.Kinkily she imagined there was someone taking pictures while Gary took her, and that heightened her already lewd excitement. She squirmed and panted."Drill me!" she gasped. "Oooh, damn you! Fuck me gooood!"Her husband hadn't given her a screwing in three weeks, and she had been about to climb the walls. Now she was getting something, at least-something hard and long that stropped her clit and pressed the nerve endings in her cuntmouth as it sank deeply into her hot, wet hole."Ooooh, take pictures of it!" she said aloud. "Get it all on film! Gary, you devil! You big, handsome hunk! Dick me! Oooh, shaft me! God, yessss! Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK!"Barbara's buttocks hammered against the bed as she drove to a fiercely explosive climax.When it was over, she lay panting and ashamed, but gratified for the moment. She slipped the candle from her quiescent twat.Suddenly she couldn't believe what she had done. Not the masturbation or the fact that a stranger had "starred" in the mental phase of it. That was nothing new. She frequently had imagined herself being fucked by supermarket bagboys, traffic cops, and door-to-door salesmen. What shocked her was that she had exposed herself in the flesh to Gary and had gotten wildly turned on while doing so.There was the further prospect that she would have more such disquieting experiences if the modeling job came through.Mousy she a model-at her age?Was that possible?WHY NOT? her spirit dared to respond.She felt like Dorothy, stepping onto the yellow brick road ...Chapter TwoThroughout the next day Barbara daydreamed about being a model, still scarcely believing such a thing could happen, but titillating herself with the exciting idea. She told herself that she wasn't sure she wanted to do it; however, the prospect kept her excited and on edge.It was a guilty excitement. Though she tried to assure herself that there was nothing wrong about a woman showing her legs and breasts-even her bottom-to a camera, it went against her strict upbringing and her square, middle-class lifestyle. That made it all the more stimulating.What did men do when they looked at nude pictures of women in those magazines, she wondered. Did they take out their penises and play with them?Oh, my!The thought of her being the cause-the inspiration-for thousands of horny males getting hard-ons dismayed and excited her. She visualized all their dicks sticking up.Goodness!Over and over, Barbara blushingly relived in her mind the incident with Gary, how he had talked her into lifting her skirt to show him her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings. Her thinly clad bottom, also. Finally her titties, as he daringly had called them.Most of all, she recalled the forbidden thrill, which had been tremendous.That scared her. A decent woman shouldn't get excited over exhibiting herself, she thought. Yet she had. Did that mean she wasn't really decent! Was she just waiting for a chance to kick over the traces and do something wicked and wild?