A Secretary Changed Ch. 16

"So I see you're married," I told him. Not really asking but just leading the conversation. I made a point of looking at his ring. He made a point of looking at my breasts as he replied, "Yes dear, been married for years now."

"So where is the wifey?" I asked, giggling. I felt a little guilty knowing what I was playing at, but that was outweighed by my fear of what Mistress Jane would do if I failed my task. Heavily outweighed.

"Oh she's at home tonight," he replied, smiling and sipping his drink. "She don't care much for the bar," he continued. I giggled and looked in his eyes as I ran my tounge along the edge of my glass. "Her loss," I teased, making my blue eyes gleam at him.

"It could be," he said, looking at my body again. As he was eyeing me, I made sure to uncross and then cross my long lovely smooth legs. Giving him an innocent glance at my panties. Looking down, I saw he had a bit of a bulge.

"So do you need to get home to the wifey then?" I asked him, using what I thought was a flirty voice. I glanced at the bartender and he winked at me. He knew what was up I guess, seeing a horny old man chatting up a sexy young woman.

"I could stay out late," he flirted back. "The old girl is probably sleeping already," he finished, as he tossed back the last of his drink. Taking that as my cue, I also tossed mine back and finished it. Coughing once again, as the liquor burned its way down my body. I thought the calories would be no good, and I would need a workout to burn them off. When I realized I would be getting a workout soon I giggled like the schoolgirl I was dressed as. Taking that as his cue, he asked, "So do you need a ride home dear?"

Nodding yes, as I slowly licked my lips, I smiled. Making sure of one thing first, I asked him, "Are you okay to drive? How many have you had?"

No amount of punishment was worth risking him driving if he was drunk. That was too serious a matter and I would never ever condone it.

"I think I'm good dear," he said, as he showed me two fingers. "I only just got here when you walked in," he said, as he stood and threw down a wad of cash. I didn't know how much it was, or what the drinks cost, but I could see he wasn't worried about money.

"Shall we?" he asked. Smiling as I stood up, collecting my purse, I nodded and said, with a wink, "We shall."

And with a wave at the bartender, he took my arm and we left. I didn't notice every guy in the bar watching me leave with him, and the looks of lust and envy in all their eyes. If I had, I would have been so ashamed. It was obvious what I was there for, and obvious what we were leaving to go do. My skirt barely covered my pert behind as we left the bar, and I'm sure a few of the men had a certain stiffness in their pants.

We got to his car, a nice one actually. Mercedes. Very nice. I was impressed. Listen to me babbling. But anyways, as we got to his car he unlocked my side, opened the door, and stood aside as I got in. Total gentleman. For his kindness, I made sure to give him a nice panty flash as I sat in the plush leather seat. When he closed my door and walked around I quickly looked down to see what I was flashing. My panties were so sheer I could see the cleft of my slit. That made me blush as I realized what a naughty girl I was being.

A week ago I never would've even thought to act like this. Never mind the thought of acting like I was going to act once he got me to my apartment. Did I mention my acting skills? Don't act like I didn't. I would know it's all an act. Anyways, time for some acting action? Sorry, I get carried away.

The drive home was quiet, except for two things. I leaned over and nibbled on his ear, whispering directions to my place. Breathing in his ear. And the other thing? My soft whispered moans as his hand found its way up my skirt. His rough hand massaging my little panties.

He was doing a good job of making me wet, and my nibbles on his ear had an effect as well. I could see he was hard. I almost was enjoying it, until I remembered why I was doing this. To please Mistress Jane, and obviously to add a video for my website. I wondered how his wife would take it if she found out, and felt a little guilty.

We got to my apartment without incident and once again, he graciously got out and opened my door. I didn't worry about flashing him my now wet panties, as I knew he would be seeing everything within the next few minutes anyways.

The door was still unlocked, which was a good thing. I forgot to lock it. I still didn't have a key to my own apartment. I would have to ask Mistress about that soon. Offering him a seat, I put on some music, and offered him a drink. Too late-as he asked what I had-I remembered I didn't have anything in the fridge. Nothing I could offer a guest anyways. However, when I went to look in the kitchen, there was a six pack of beer, and a bottle of wine. Chilled to perfection. Someone was being a guardian angel I suppose. Perhaps Mistress Jane decided to lend a helping, if heavy handed, hand.

Pouring a glass of wine for me and getting Max a beer, I returned. Smiling at him as he popped his beer open I watched him set it down, reach into his pocket, then set something down on my coffee table. A little blue pill. Just one. Viagra.

I grinned and knew I was in for a long night.

Mrs. Rebecca Blaine...two years and six months earlier...

Sitting up on the bed, freshly fucked, I looked Mistress Jane up and down. She was wearing the exact same dress as my wedding dress. Even in white. The same heels. Just no veil. Before I could talk, Summer helped me up and led me to the mirror, quickly touching up my makeup and teasing my hair up again. Making me presentable. Bless her heart.

My dress was wiggled onto my body, tightly, then my garter. As she helped me with my heels I could see my ass was bright red and visible through the sheer lace. No hiding it. Then she helped place the veil on my head. Looking at my reflection, I could see everything was on display. All my charms. Nothing hidden from view.

Top to bottom my eyes looked. Beaded white lace veil over my bobbed blonde frosted hair. Pink collar locked on and shiny. Part of me wondered why my dear Finley never asked about that. My strapless, sheer lace dress. My wedding minidress. Nipples and rings clearly visible. My slit visible with my shiny clit ring poking out just enough to say hello. My pink and white lace garter on my thigh. Bare legged down to my white, five inch high, fuck me heels. I looked like a star in some wedding porno. I only hoped Mistress hadn't planned that for me.

"Time to get you married precious, then the real fun can begin," Mistress chuckled. I looked at her, not believing she was wearing the exact same dress. The only difference was hers still had the liner keeping her goodies under wraps.

Summer took my hand saying,"You look gorgeous Becky," and led me out and down the hall. The boat was pretty stable and I didn't feel too wobbly in my heels as we walked to the main room. The doors opened and there were my guests. A few friends from college, a few from work. Some of Finleys fellow professors. We were both distant from our families and in that instant I was grateful none of ours showed up.

Of course Bill Shockley was there, as was the dreadlocked black guy that had already fucked me. There was Chloe, and some other girls I didn't recognize. Friends of the Mistress I guessed. Add a few strange men, and the two grinning nerds that had just wet their cocks in me and it was a wedding. The only thing missing was someone to walk me down the aisle, where my dear Finley Anders awaited. No problem, as Mistress Jane took my arm and we began the long slow walk. It seemed almost surreal.

As we reached the altar, where the Captain of the boat and my fiancee awaited, I could hear whispers from some of my friends. I was glad my veil hid my blushing face, and doubly so when I felt cum seep down my thigh slowly. Then the ceremony began.

When the question arose of who gives this bride, Mistress Jane graciously offered me up. As our vows to be faithful to each other were spoken I could feel the cum drying and sticking to my soft inner thigh. When the ring was slipped on my finger by my dear Finley I felt more seep down my other thigh slowly. I was almost grateful the nerd hadn't deposited a large load, or it would have run down right into my high heel.

At long last, we were pronounced man and wife and as Finley lifted my veil to kiss the bride, I could still taste cock and cum on my teeth and tounge. Luckily it was just a quick peck on the lips. Looking in my dear Finley's eyes, I was now Mrs. Rebecca Anders. Til death do us part. I looked down at my shiny new diamond ring, and smiled. Ever the blushing bride.

As the ceremony finished Mistress Jane announced that drinks and dancing could start as soon as the guests were ready. The same room would be used and the service people started setting up a table for the bride and groom. Music began and several bottles of expensive champagne were brought out. I held Finley's hand as we watched our guests mingle. Some of them talking with Mistress Jane's guests. That's when Stephanie from work pulled me aside, glaring at Mistress.

"Why is that bitch wearing the same dress as you Becky?" she whispered angrily. "Doesn't she know how disrespectful that is?" she continued. I shushed her, as I could only imagine what Mistress would do if she heard her. I pictured Stephanie tossed overboard for the sharks. As it turns out, Mistress Jane had heard Stephanie and in time, a bit of fun would be had with poor little Steph. But not today.

Today was all about me, and the fun was about to begin...

I watched as Max popped his little blue pill and washed it down with beer. He used his leg to push aside the coffee table and suggested I dance for him. So as he watched, I pushed aside the table a bit more and started dancing. I assumed he wanted a strip tease, and maybe a lap dance, because after all that's what a sex toy does right? So I started.

Now if you'll remember, I was a cheerleader in school. And a gymnast as well. So dancing was already second nature to me, and it showed as I began swaying my hips. Max sat back and watched with a grin as I circled my hips, my hands in the air, grinding to the music. I kept my long legs straight, bent at the waist in front of him, and shook my big tits for his enjoyment.

He nodded yes in approval and I almost stopped. Biting my lip I had a sudden picture in my mind of something horribly wrong. This man, Max, was old enough to be my father, and the thought flashed its devious way through my synapses. Firing their charge and connecting with a actinic pop. There it was. The thought of giving my own father a sexy striptease and then a lapdance. Once implanted, I couldn't shake it off.

Facing away from Max and wiggling my hips, I closed my eyes and raised my arms. Dancing to the beat. My hips ground side to side as I slowly bent down at the knees into a squat. Then slowly stood, by straightening my legs as I untied my top. Looking over my shoulder at Max, I smiled and wiggled the skimpy blouse down my arms and off. Then, grinding my hips slowly in a wide circle I wound my way around to face him again. He sat, on my sofa and sipped his beer as he watched my performance.

Standing a bit in front of his watchful eyes, I kept my legs straight and crossed my ankles, slowly bending over at the waist then straightening back up. Running my nails up my smooth flawless legs as I did. That brought a grunt of lust from Max as he watched. Smiling at him and with a quick flick, my skirt's velcro came apart and it fell to the ground. Kicking it away I also kicked off my flats. Now that I was only in knee high stockings, bra, and panties, I thought I'd try giving my first lapdance.

How things have changed for me in the past week...

(to be continued...)