Betrayal
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Chapter I
The five year old stood at the very top of the climbing frame and folded her arms defiantly. ‘No,’ she shouted with a steely determination.
‘Come on. It is going to rain,’ the young mother repeated but the girl sneered at her mother standing akimbo ten feet below.
‘Mummy, not coming down,’ the young girl shouted stubbornly. ‘Not been here long enough.’
Rhea scowled at her errant offspring. ‘Izzy. You will come down now,’ she shouted firmly but the girl shook her head resolutely.
‘You can’t make me,’ the girl teased and Rhea Williams sighed. It was not the first time her daughter had been disobedient and naughty and her hot-headed stubborn nature, that sometimes bordered on malevolence, mirrored her own personality with worrying accuracy. She looked at her watch: it was half-past four and her partner, Izzy’s father, would be home shortly, she needed to start cooking dinner.
Rhea looked around the deserted adventure playground and rationalised. Her daughter was out of reach, she was too high up, but eventually she would get bored, surely?
‘If you don’t come down now, we won’t come back,’ Rhea threatened and Izzy snarled.
‘We come here ’cause I drive you crazy,’ the young girl responded, repeating a well-worn accusation often thrown at her by the exasperated mother.
The 5ft 6in Rhea tried bribery, offering the infant ‘a trip to the newsagents to get a chocolate bar’ which was firmly rejected.
‘Try harder, Mummy,’ the five year old teased and moved to the highest part of the climbing frame. ‘Can’t get me.’ Rhea tried blackmail, coercion, threats, bribery again and then pure anger, but eventually she gave up and had to climb onto the metal frame in the pouring rain to retrieve her corybantic daughter and drag her onto solid ground. Izzy got a smack on the back of her legs for her wilful disobedience, but this did not seem to bother her in the slightest as she gleefully jumped from puddle to puddle on the way home.
Rhea thought heavily as she escorted her daughter through the pouring rain. She desperately wished Simon, her long-term partner, would manage to spend a bit more time at home, Izzy was always better behaved when he was around. She knew his job was very demanding, but she did have a lot of work to do herself — housework, childcare and a 30-hour a week job – and she wondered if he knew how much she did?
* * * * *
The sounds of flesh slapping together echoed around the small office, but Simon didn’t care. The eighteen year-old sales assistant squealed as his thick cock rammed into her tight, slick opening. She briefly opened her eyes on his desk but, the ceiling light directly above he was too bright and she closed them again.
Alison groaned loudly as her deputy manager rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Her legs began to quiver and her fingers dug into the side of the wooden desk.
Simon groaned as he exhaled sharply, the internal muscles of the young girl was clamping down on his cock wonderfully. He was nearing his climax, he began pumping into the girl faster and faster, the table shaking the last few documents onto the floor.
Alison cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing as the waves of immoral pleasure swept through her. Simon grabbed hold of her hips and pivoted into her faster than before. Her muscles gripped his cock and he moaned as he pumped his seed into the condom.
They stayed for a brief moment, savouring the aftershocks and then slowly disentangled themselves. ‘We made a mess of your office,’ Alison said surveying the wreckage with her wild hair and smudged make-up.
‘S’ok,’ the Deputy Manager said with a grin. ‘It’ll clean up.’
Alison smoothed out the white blouse of her uniform and picked up her skirt from the floor. Simon grinned as she looked for her knickers and he picked them up off the pot plant in the corner of the room.
‘A keepsake?’ Simon asked and Alison blushed. Rumours of Simon’s womanising had swept around the office, but she never expected the handsome Deputy Manager to be interested in her. She was blown away when he asked her on a date two months previous and still could not believe that he was with her, although their snatched rendezvouses were always sexual.
Of course, he still lived with his long-term partner, but she didn’t make him happy, he had told her on one of their dates and he was planning to leave her. Alison had let him know that she wanted him to move in with her and he had let her believe that one day she would be Mrs Matheson and have children, and all would be well. ‘So honey,’ Alison asked as she smoothed out the navy skirt. ‘When are you going to move in with me?’
Simon flinched and sucked in his lips. ‘I don’t know babe, it’s not great right at the moment, but soon. Real soon.’
‘But you do love me, don’t you?’
Simon gave a grin and nodded. ‘Yeah, of course I do.’ It was almost too easy.
Alison skipped out of the office and he leant up against the wall of his small office in the flagship Watford store of his northern Supermarket chain. His office was a mess, and he better tidy it up. It wouldn’t do much for his job if the elderly Store Manager came in to see him with the room in this state. Grudgingly, he started retrieving documents, pens, staplers and knickers that had been scattered around his desk.
He could do nothing about the faint smell of human arousal and sweat in this room, he could hardly leave the window open overnight, but did his best with some peach air freshener that masked it significantly.
Simon looked at the clock and swore: he was going to be late home and Rhea would kill him. Scampering out of his office, he ran through the warehouse, grabbing a cheap bottle of wine on the way through and made it to his car in the manager’s car park, ensuring he dumped the used condom, wrapped in tissue paper, in the outside bin.
He would not have wanted to explain that to Rhea if she had found that!
Chapter II
‘You’re late,’ Rhea shouted from the kitchen. Simon ignored her and went into the small lounge and greeted his daughter who was watching television.
‘Hey trouble,’ Simon said as he bounded into the room and picked up his daughter. He threw Izzy into the air and caught her before spinning her ’round in circles. Izzy giggled uncontrollably.
Rhea appeared with a couple of letters addressed to them both, and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Hi hun. These came for you.’
Simon took them and forced a smile. Rhea noticed the hesitancy and scowled slightly. ‘Any problems?’
Simon shook his head quickly. ‘Oh no. But you know banks. Every twenty seconds, here’s a statement. Anyway, how was your day?’
Rhea glowered at her dogmatic daughter who had wrapped her tiny arms around her father’s waist. ‘Fine until this one started in the park.’
‘Oh, Izzy,’ Simon said to their daughter, who feigned ignorance at the suggestion she had been badly-behaved, and Simon passed a bottle of wine to his partner who kissed him in appreciation.
‘It’s not chilled but it will do. We got Lasagne for tea, and I’m dishing in two minutes, go wash your hands and get changed,’ Rhea told them and Simon took Izzy, and the letters, upstairs.
* * * * *
Simon leant over the couch and Rhea wrapped her arms around her soaking wet partner after he came out of the bathroom. He had been having showers when he returned from work recently and complained vociferously about his office being too hot in the Summer weather, but she preferred his manly smell to that of the teenage shower gel he often bought. He was 24 not 14, but his choice of bathroom products belied this fact.
Simon kissed his partner in their lounge as he came out of the bathroom. She massaged his tongue with hers and slid her hands down his flanks, cupping his rear through the towel, squeezing the worn cotton.
‘I love you,’ she whispered in his ear and s
lid off the sofa onto her knees. She pushed the towel, wrapped around his waist, open and gave her lover’s cock a few strokes with her fist, gripped tightly around his inflating member.
Simon groaned. Rhea could always make him feel special, and her firm grip of his dick sent shockwaves through his loins. Rhea slid her hands around Simon’s thighs and grabbed hold of his buttocks. She squeezed them and then brought her lover closer to her, and slipped his cock in her mouth.
Rhea lovingly slurped on Simon’s cock, bobbing up and down the shaft. She had taught herself how to deep throat using the Internet and practising on her dildo a couple of years ago and surprised him with it on their ‘anniversary,’ but the act of doing so always drove him wild.
Rhea pushed her tongue out as far it would go, opened her mouth and slid Simon’s member up to the hilt. Her tongue brushed up against Simon’s balls and she started massaging his cock with her throat muscles. His pubic hair tickled her nose, he must get the cut, she thought.
Simon grunted, and mewed while panting. While Rhea’s mouth bounced up and down on Simon’s manhood, her fingers inched along his buttocks and reached his rosebud. She was told by a former girlfriend of her brother’s that men loved having their ass and perineum massaged during a blowjob, and she had tried this with her boyfriend with relish.
Simon felt the insides of his loins ignite. His girlfriend always gave him the most unbelievable pleasure, and had done for years. He groaned, and grunted, mewed and moaned. Spluttering for air, he panted as his prostate steadied his genitals for a release.
‘Babe,’ he muttered. ‘Oh god, Rhea. I love you so much.’
Rhea smiled and pushed down on his rosebud at the same time the tip of her tongue waggled the head of Simon’s cock.
Simon erupted and waves of semen spewed out of him and into the willing mouth of Rhea. Rhea swallowed Simon’s cum and then milked the last few drops by squeezing his penis down his shaft with her mouth. She never liked the taste of semen, but Simon liked her to swallow, and making Simon happy made her happy.
Simon smiled at his lover and she looked up. ‘Your turn,’ he muttered and lifted Rhea onto the sofa. Rhea slid down her tatty tracksuit bottoms and he beamed at her shaven crotch. Rhea kept herself shaved as Simon loved her without pubic hair, with the young mother shaving herself a couple of times a week.
Simon plunged his tongue between her legs. Rhea sighed. How often did she have to tell him that jumping straight onto her clitoris was not pleasant? Rhea took her fingers and placed them on her nipples herself to massage them and raised her pelvis to guide his probing tongue away from her button and where it would be more pleasurable.
Simon’s tongue grazed along her crack and began to probe the entrance to her hole. Rhea sighed appreciatively, it was better, especially as she was caressing her own nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Simon’s hands were resting on the inside of her thighs, but he did not fondle her with them. She felt mildly frustrated, his fingers could be stroking or touching any of her erogenous zones but instead she was left to play with herself while he tried to tongue her to a climax.
Rhea closed her eyes, and fantasised. She dreamt of a cowering man underneath her whip, eagerly pleasuring her with his tongue, for fear of being beaten. Of him submitting himself to her desires, to her wishes, whims and wants. Of being in complete control over him. She saw his face, a mixture of fear and lust and she felt her body fill with warmth.
Simon’s mouth had slid up her slit and her clitoris wasn’t too sensitive any more. She steadied herself, ready for the full-on assault her boyfriend did on her pearl. He didn’t used to, he used to be gentle and an expert lover but the previous twelve months or so, he had changed, and no longer understood how to make love to her to drive her wild. The sex wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t as it used to be, and Rhea certainly missed it.
Simon’s tongue pushed forcefully onto her sensitive button and Rhea squawked. His fierce, heavy flicks of it, were too much and too rough. She grunted and screwed her face up, she tried to like it, but it was too much and she couldn’t take any more.
Rhea faked her orgasm, throwing herself back onto the couch dramatically and squealing in simulated delight.
‘Oh baby,’ she cried and beckoned her lover to leave her clit alone. ‘Come here,’
Simon scooted up her body and jumped onto the couch throwing his arms around her and kissing her. Rhea returned embrace and sighed as Simon’s erect cock touched her slippery hole.
‘Go on,’ she whispered and Simon thrusted forwards roughly, impaling Rhea onto his spear.
Rhea gasped. She was well lubricated, but his fairly thick cock being jabbed into her wildly sent sparks of pain and discomfort from her. Simon didn’t see or notice Rhea’s grimace and he began pounding his cock into her.
Rhea felt better immediately. Simon’s 6.5-inch cock, exploring her womanhood, always sent electric shocks of sensual delight all over her body. She panted and mewed as Simon grunted and groaned.
Rhea was tighter than most of the other woman, and he always loved screwing his long-term partner, Simon was jackhammering into her like a man possessed. Sure, he felt guilty for the other women, but they were just sex, Rhea was love.
Rhea wrapped her legs around the waist and hips of her vigorous lover and she groaned. Rhea kissed Simon on the side of the neck and he threw his head back.
‘Oh Rhea,’ he murmured and stopped thrusting as Rhea was on the edge of her orgasm, pumping his seed into her. ‘That was wonderful love,’ he whispered as he got off of her and then kissed her. ‘Thank you.’
Rhea smiled in return, glad he enjoyed it. She just wished she had done so as well.
* * * * *
The blonde Zoe cut a slice of the home-made sponge cake and passed it to Rhea on a plate with her coffee. ‘So have you seen your brother recently?’ she asked and Rhea shook her head.
‘No, not for awhile. We went to the zoo before Easter and then he met this girl so he’s been quite busy,’ Rhea replied with a disapproving sneer and turned her head in the direction of the excited shouts from the garden. ‘Is Ezra OK?’
Zoe grinned and peered through the French doors into the garden, watching her husband desperately trying to dodge the intentions of Rhea’s hyperactive daughter. ‘Yeah, he’ll be fine. Do him good to do some exercise. He spends most of the time at a computer of some kind. Anyway, I hope that he will need the practice soon.’
Rhea fidgeted and told Simon to go outside and help Ezra cope with their mischievous offspring. He groaned in annoyance as he put his cake and drink on the small table moaning that he never got time to sit down in peace.
Rhea’s elder brother, Andy, was close friends with both Zoe and Ezra, and Rhea’s partner Simon was Zoe’s younger brother, so although the children from the families of Williams and Matheson had grown up together sharing many secrets, Rhea sensed Zoe would not discuss her sex life in front of her own brother. ‘How’s that going?’ Rhea asked as Simon sauntered out of the room and Zoe stared at her drink.
Zoe waited for Simon to go out of earshot. ‘You know the doctor put us on a regime, well that didn’t work so they have tested Ezra and I’ve had an ultrasound but we found out last week that’s all OK so we have to keep trying and go onto a waiting list for IVF, but it could be years unless we stump up five grand. And then it’s less than a one in four chance of working.’
Rhea looked on solemnly and Zoe sniffed. The subject of her childlessness always made her depressed and she would be 27 in a couple of months time. She wanted to start a family and most of her friends and family had children, but she was being to feel that it was looking more and more like a impossible
pipedream for her. ‘I’m sorry, Zoe.’
‘And your bloody brother didn’t help. All he wanted to do was write me and Ezra a cheque to cover it,’ Zoe snapped and then looked apologetic for her outburst.
Rhea groaned. ‘Yeah, he is like that now. Just because he made his fortune, he likes chucking it around. At least he means well.’
Zoe agreed, and then continued. ‘Well Ezra was about to accept it and said what we didn’t spend on IVF he could get a Harley with. I was furious with them both. He came that close to sleeping on the sofa.’
Rhea chuckled. ‘I can imagine. They don’t get it, do they?’
Zoe breathed sharply. ‘No, but I do need you to go and see him. He listens to you and he is just falling apart.’
Rhea snorted and managed to propel some crumbs from the cake onto the chair. ‘You are joking aren’t you? He never listens to me. Anyway what is he been up to this time?’
‘He is drinking. Way, way too much,’ Zoe replied and she swept her hair back. ‘Even for him.’ Rhea groaned, this was a familiar problem with her brother when he was unhappy.
‘How much?’ Rhea asked and Zoe bit her lip. ‘He had four big whisky bottles that were empty on the side and so many tins and bottles,’ she said apologetically. ‘And his house was a mess. Some very unsavoury DVDs lying around and pizza boxes stacked up high.’
Rhea put her head in her hands and wiped her eyes. ‘He’s going to kill himself. He’ll drink himself to an early grave.’
‘Well I tried to talk to him but he doesn’t care,’ Zoe replied dejectedly. ‘I told him that and he just told me that it was the best thing that could happen. I just hate seeing him like that, I just don’t know what to do.’
‘It’s the money, isn’t it?’ Rhea asked rhetorically. ‘Because he has pots of cash in the bank, he doesn’t work so he has nothing to worry about.’
Zoe sighed and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Maybe. He had passed out in his lounge when I last saw him.’
‘What about Ezra? He listens to him,’ Rhea suggested. ‘I mean I know you two go way back but Ezra and Andy were quite tight at Uni.’ Zoe called her stocky husband in from the garden and with Izzy attached to his legs, he struggled into the lounge, dragging the excited toddler in with him.
‘Hey, any chance you could have a chat with Andy about his drinking?’ Zoe asked and Ezra spluttered in annoyance.
‘You asked me this before. Why me?’
‘Because we know he will listen to you,’ Rhea answered. ‘You’re his best friend from Uni.’
‘You’re his sister,’ Ezra replied pointing towards the brown-haired girl, ‘and you are his best friend from College. You two have known him for longer than I have.’ Zoe groaned and pleaded with her husband. ‘Anyway, nothing wrong with a few drinks.’
‘But it’s not a few drinks,’ Zoe wailed.
‘Are you seriously expecting me to tell one of my friends he is a virtual alcoholic?’
Rhea nodded. ‘I would have chosen self-pitying twat who destroying himself, but alcoholic is as good as any description I suppose.’
‘Maybe the brutal approach is better then,’ Ezra suggested and Rhea sighed.
‘Ezra!’ Zoe shouted. ‘He is your friend and he needs you.’
Ezra grumbled and screwed up his face. ‘OK. OK. I’ll arrange to meet him in the pub after work on Tuesday.’
Zoe and Rhea both groaned together.
‘Why, what’s wrong with that?’
* * * * *
The seated Heather squealed with delight as Simon’s tongue flicked across her clitoris. She was always horny recently and a few kisses meant she was ready for any touches Simon was willing to give her.
Simon enjoyed a certain reputation amongst those women at the supermarket who engaged in vulgar, explicit chatter during their lunch breaks. Many thought it was opprobrious conduct to be openly engaging in sexual relations with a manager, but the few that didn’t eagerly lapped up the tales.
Theresa, a nineteen year old, part-time shelf-stacker was the first but eleven girls had come and gone since that day almost thirteen months previous, and his reputation of having a decent-sized cock, and knowing how to use it, was eagerly retold by every one of them.
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