Elaine Ch. 01

Let me just set the scene – I am not an alpha male, in fact, I am probably the polar opposite. I do not play sport or work out, I am not fighting my way to the top of the corporate ladder and I am not a conqueror of women. My name is Nigel and I am five foot eight tall, slimly built and I wear glasses. I am what I look like, a shy and retiring nerd.

After school, where I was bullied, I surprised everyone by landing a girlfriend. Perhaps she felt sorry for me or, maybe, she was just into nerds. What was perhaps the most surprising thing was that she was both beautiful and intelligent. Her name was Sarah and I fell in love with her immediately.

We dated all through university and I moved to London with her when she got her first job as a solicitor (lawyer). She was brilliant and it wasn't long before she was promoted and then promoted again. I kind of clung on as she rocketed into senior management. It was after her promotion to partner that she told me we were getting married, I was both surprised and delighted. She went on to tell me how it was going happen and what I needed to do.

Less than six months later we were married and on our honeymoon. As with everything else Sarah had planned it to perfection and after one particularly lovely session in bed she told me she was ovulating and was almost definitely pregnant. Nine months later, exactly as Sarah had planned, our daughter was born and Sarah told me she was to be called Elaine.

Within two weeks Sarah was back at work. She had told me I was giving up my work as an IT technician at a local bank and I was to take care of Elaine. I did it gladly and had some of the happiest years of my life watching Elaine grow from a tiny baby into a young girl. But when she started private school at four Sarah told me I was to return to work part time.

I found a job fairly quickly but it was low paid. In the few short years I had been away technology had moved on so much I often found myself out of my depth. The young guys around me seemed to talk so fast and about things I had barely heard of. I stuck it out though, Sarah told me it was important.

I don't think it surprised anyone much when Sarah announced to her family, friends, colleagues (and then me) that she was going to run for public office. Within a couple of years she went from serving on our local council to the nominated candidate for MP. On the night of the general election I expected to see Sarah nervous for the first time, this was after all the culmination of a stellar career, but I was wrong. She never gave the slightest hint she was concerned. The results came in early the next morning and Elaine and I were by her side as she read her acceptance speech - she had won by a landslide.

Within days she had pretty much moved out of the house we now had on the outskirts of the city as she would now be spending almost all her time in Westminster. We saw her on the occasional weekend or if she could spare us an hour when we went into town. I didn't mind though, Elaine and I grew closer and it wasn't as if Sarah and I were really in love anymore. I had given her what she needed – a traditional and safe family that she could trot out when the occasion demanded but that she could safely ignore the rest of the time.

Before she left she made one point very clear, I was to be very careful that neither Elaine nor I did anything which might cause her embarrassment. She was on the ladder to the top job and nothing was going to get in her way. I meekly nodded my understanding.

For the first few years everything went well. I managed to not get sacked whilst Elaine excelled at her all girls private school and grew up into a well-rounded and intelligent teenager. She kept her straight brown hair long at her mother's insistence and she was even more beautiful than Sarah had been at that age – her skin was pale and flawless, her dark eyes large and her lips were full and red.

She was not that bothered about most sports but loved running and had represented her school at many county events. I cheered her on at every one and we let Sarah know her result by email later – she only ever said well done when Elaine won. Elaine was also an accomplished ballet dancer but Sarah had told her that whilst she could continue her lessons she would not be allowed to pursue it as a career. She was disappointed but, just like me, always did what she was told. As she had for everything else Sarah had a plan for Elaine and we just had to trust it was for the best. Anyway, the running and ballet had given her a long, lean body. She was only five six but barely seven stones (98 pounds). I mentioned it to her but she just laughed and said she was fine, she certainly seemed to eat healthily.

Elaine turned eighteen in November that year and Sarah graced us with a very short visit. I received a kiss on the cheek and Elaine got an expensive present, most probably chosen by Sarah's assistant, and what amounted to an interrogation to ensure she was working hard and not stepping out of line. Sarah only stayed for about an hour, mostly taken up by looking at her Blackberry, before she left to return to Westminster. Afterwards Elaine was obviously disappointed but tried to put a brave face on it, I was so proud of her.

She took her mock exams just before Christmas and, as expected, got straight A's. It was what she needed to get into the Oxford college Sarah had chosen, however, Sarah was merely satisfied when Elaine phoned her. After the call I could tell Elaine was upset but I made up for it with over the top praise as I always did. I also suggested she go and buy herself some new outfits as a reward for all her hard work. She didn't want to go but I reminded her that with Christmas coming there was sure to be lots of parties. She had never really been interested in clothes but she grudgingly agreed.

Later that day she returned with a number of bags and I made her give me a 'fashion show' like always. She was really not enthusiastic but did it anyway. Over the next thirty minutes she showed me her purchases – each outfit was modest but classy as her mother would have demanded, skirts no higher than her knees and no visible cleavage (although her breasts were quite small anyway - B cups – I did her laundry!).

I told her she looked beautiful, which she did, and I got a smile out of her.

"There is actually a party tonight." She said. "Lucy is having one to celebrate the end of mocks."

"Great." I said, "You'll really turn heads in any of those outfits."

"I doubt it." She said, "There won't be any boys there."

"Well." I said uncomfortably. "They'll be plenty of time for boys later on."

She just smiled and trudged back upstairs to her room. I watched her go and must admit to being a little worried. Her school was very conservative and she had never had a boyfriend, partly at Sarah's insistence. My thoughts were broken by the ringing of my mobile. It was not a number I recognised and, remembering what Sarah had said about journalists, I answered it hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Nigel, my old mucker. It's Terry." Said the wheezy voice at the other end.

I supressed a groan, Terry was my cousin and was the last person I wanted to hear from. He was twelve years older than me and as a child had bullied me mercilessly whenever I saw him. He was loud mouthed and opinionated, had very dubious morals and had barely avoided a criminal record on more than one occasion. Sarah hated him and had warned me to keep well away from him.

"Hi, Terry." I said.

"Great to hear your voice, mate." He said jovially. He must want something, I thought. "I'm in town and wondered if you fancied a drink and a catch up."

"Well, I'm kind of busy right now." I said unconvincingly.

"Don't be daft." He said. "A couple of drinks won't take long. I'll pick you up at 8pm." And then hung up.

I just stared at the phone – had I just let myself be ignored again?

Elaine came downstairs at 7pm and I couldn't help but be amazed. She had brushed her long hair until it shone, put on a small amount of make-up and had on one of the new outfits – she looked absolutely stunning. She could have been a model I thought – long and slender with perfect hair and the face of a teen angel. I could not help but gasp – Elaine smiled in thanks.

"Wow, honey." I said. "You look fantastic."

She smiled again. "Thanks, Dad. It's not too bad, is it?"

"Well the clothes are really nice but it's you that makes it so lovely." I said. "You are a beautiful, sexy young women."

I saw her blush and with a sinking feeling I realised what I had just said. We never talked about sex, it was a completely taboo subject, and I realised how inappropriate I had been. I was so embarrassed and she obviously felt the same. Time seemed to slow down.

"Want a lift to the party?" I finally blurted.

"Yes, please." She replied, obviously relieved to have something normal to say.

"Ok." I said, grabbing my keys.

As we drove the short distance to Lucy's I mentioned Terry.

"Uncle Terry!" She said with delight. "Is he coming to stay?"

I had forgotten how Elaine had inexplicably become quite attached to Terry as a little girl. He had always lavished her with attention and she had probably enjoyed being around someone so opposite to her mother. She hadn't seen him in years because of Sarah's ban and now seemed excited he was here.

"No," I said. "I think he's just here for one night and then he's going." I didn't want anything getting back to Sarah.

"Oh, that's a shame." She said, crestfallen.

Luckily we then arrived at Lucy's preventing any further discussion. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and jumped out of the car. As she walked up the path towards the house I found myself looking admiringly at her narrow, boyish hips and perfect bottom. I shook my head – what was I doing? I started the engine and drove home but couldn't help but notice my cock was uncomfortably hard.

Once home I looked at the clock, 7:25pm. Good, I had plenty of time to deal with my obvious arousal. Supressing any worrying feelings of guilt at what had caused it I released my hard cock as I settled down in front of my PC. I fired up an incognito window and navigated to my favourite site.

Maybe unsurprisingly it was a site dedicated to men being cuckolded by their wives. It had many pictures of beautiful young women having sex, sometimes with more than one man, in front of their husbands. It also had plenty of stories submitted by the men who frequented the site and I had one or two favourite authors who seemed to be into what I was. But best of all were the forum pages – here people would talk about their fantasies, tell us about their sex lives (all made up I am sure but arousing nonetheless) and posted pictures they liked. Some of the pictures were of their own wives, most taken secretly, and always in a state of undress. I suppose they got off on knowing other men were seeing their wife naked.

I must admit to imagining what it would be like to watch another man with Sarah and it always made me so horny. I also liked to imagine posting pictures of her to the website so that other men could see her naked and post crude comments about her and what they would like to do to her. That would be humiliating to me and, although I was ashamed of it, I think that's what turned me on.

Scrolling down the list of recent posts my heart sped up when I saw one from Cruel43. His posts were always dirty and a massive turn on. I hurriedly clicked on his post and was greeted with a picture of a partially naked young women brushing her hair. It was obviously from a webcam and from the looks of it she was not aware it was on. My dick was instantly hard. Underneath the picture Cruel43 had written:-

"My newest little contributor. She was stupid enough to run one of my spyware programs and now I get to watch her whenever I like. Check back for more shots later."

Underneath there were loads more comments from other men.

"Wow – you old devil. She's gorgeous. When do we see more?"

And

"You've done it again Cruel. What you gonna do with the pics?"

A bit further down I saw another one from Cruel43. The picture this time was of the woman standing up and she was naked! It was a bit blurry but you could clearly see her pussy. Underneath were another flurry of comments.

"God damn, she's fine! You are one clever SoB!"

And.

"What I wouldn't do to that body! You gotta get us more shots Cruel!"

And then another one from Cruel43.

"Was thinking about letting her know I have them. Blackmail her into doing other things."

Then more comments from other men.

"Yes, yes, yes. Get her to play with herself for us. Just let me know when to be online!"

"Get her to wear slutty clothes or do her boyfriend while we all watch!"

And then the last one from Cruel43.

"All good suggestions guys. I'll let you know what happens."

As I read the exchanges I was furiously pumping my cock. What a turn on to be able to spy on the woman and maybe even to get her to do things she didn't want to – and all for the pleasure of a bunch of perverts on the internet! It didn't take me long to cum!

I quickly showered and got myself downstairs to meet Terry at 8pm. At 8:45pm the doorbell went.

"Nige!" He said loudly as I opened the door.

"Hi Terry." I said, "How are you?"

"Good, good." He said looking over my shoulder as I moved out and closed the door.

"No Sarah then?" He asked.

"No, she spends most of her time in Westminster now."

"Of course." He said. "I keep hearing her name mentioned on the news. Everyone says she's a rising star and a ministerial position won't be far off."

"That's what she hopes." I said. Terry just looked at me then – for all the world he actually looked like he was feeling sorry for me.

"Come on then, cousin." He said. "Let's have a few beers."

We walked down the path to his car and it was then I noticed another man was sitting in the passenger seat. Terry opened the back door for me and I slid in.

"Hi." Said the man in front. "My name's Roger. I'm Terry's business partner."

From the rear seat it was difficult to see him properly but from what I could see of him he looked much like Terry – late fifties, fat and balding.

"Hi. I'm Nigel."

"Good to meet you Nigel." He replied.

Terry was in the car then.

"All acquainted?" I nodded. "Good, let's get that beer then shall we?"

Two hours later Terry and Roger were helping me back down the path to our house. I rarely drank and keeping up with Terry and Roger, at their insistence, had got be drunker than I had been since university.

I tried three times to get my key in the door before Terry finally snatched it from me and unlocked the door.

"Well thanks for the beer." I said drunkenly. "It was good to see you."

"Nonsense." Laughed Terry. "It's only early and I could do with a nightcap."

I heard Roger agreeing and then I was being manhandled into the house and then dumped into an arm chair in the lounge. I sat there wishing the room would stop spinning and listening to Terry and Roger rifling through the cupboards looking for the spirits.

Finally they found what they were looking for, a very expensive twenty year old single malt Sarah kept for entertaining, and came into the lounge to join me. I was given a very full glass but I knew to drink any would be to invite the worst hangover of my life so I just put it to one side.

Terry laughed and then leaned forward in his seat.

"It is actually good Sarah's not here, Nige." He said as I did my best to focus on him. "I actually wanted to talk to you first. You see me and Roger are in business together and we have a really brilliant idea that just needs a little seed money to grow into something really big."

And there it was – the one and only reason for Terry getting in touch. He wanted some money for his business idea – no doubt doomed to failure.

"Sorry, Terry." I managed to say. "But I don't have any real money. It's all in Sarah's name."

"Oh, I know that, Nige." He said and I remember feeling faintly annoyed he had assumed, although rightly, that Sarah controlled our finances.

Terry continued, "But I thought I'd tell you about it first and then you could convince her. You know how she feels about me but this really is a top notch opportunity for you."

I was really struggling to follow his words and I remember wishing they would leave so I could climb into bed.

"You see Roger here is an IT genius, now don't be modest Roger." He said. "He's the brains of the outfit and I'm kind of the front man."

I felt my eyes closing and seemingly could do nothing to stop them.

"Nigel!" Terry said loudly. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yeah, sorry." I mumbled.

"It's all to do with...." But I didn't hear the rest.

"Nigel!" Terry shouted.

I looked up but I just couldn't keep my eyes focused on him. I felt my head nodding.

"Give it up Terry." I heard Roger say. "He's totally wasted. You won't get any sense from him until he's sobered up."

My head was on my chest now and my eyes were closed but just before I passed out I heard Terry.

"Damn it. He always was a pussy when it came to drink. In fact he's a pussy when it comes to anything."

I should have been angry but I was helpless to do anything but pass out.

The next thing I remember was hearing voices from a long way away. Slowly, ever so slowly, I became aware that I was still sitting in the armchair with my head on my chest and my eyes closed. I was still very drunk but I think the worst of it had passed. Gradually I realised that the voices I could hear were Terry's and, to my shock, Elaine's.

"Well, I'm really stunned." Said Terry. "You have really grown up, Elaine. You're one fine looking girl."

I heard Elaine giggle – had she been drinking? I knew she drank a bottle of weak lager occasionally and I didn't mind as she was always so careful.

"Oh Uncle Terry, you're just being nice." She said. She always called him uncle even though she wasn't his niece.

"Not at all." He said. "You are one seriously sexy young women."

I felt my guts lurch at his words – was he flirting with her? A fifty something old man and his teenaged cousin? I should have got up then, got up and told Terry it was high time he was going, but strangely I just stayed where I was and kept my eyes shut.

"I'm not joking, Elaine." He said in a pretend serious voice. "You'd tempt the pope! Am I right Roger?"

"Well I don't know about the pope but you sure tempt me!" Said Roger.

I was sure Elaine would be insulted but instead I just heard her giggle again. In the chair I continued to pretend to be asleep but my mind was whirling – I should have got up and put a stop to it, that's what Sarah would have wanted (demanded) but for some reason I didn't want to move – I wanted to hear more.

I felt someone close to me – the smell of cheap aftershave and stale sweat suggested it was Terry. I heard him pick up my glass.

"Oh no, Uncle Terry." I heard Elaine say. "I can't drink that."

"Of course you can." He said. "You're pretty much an adult now and I swear you'll love it."

"Well, I suppose a bit won't hurt. Tomorrow is Saturday after all."

"That's my girl." He said. "Besides it's not like I'm going to tell your mother and he's passed out cold."

I heard Elaine cough and the two men laugh.

"It's a bit rough the first time you taste it but as you keep drinking it gets smoother."

"If you say so." Said Elaine, a little bit hoarsely. The men laughed again.

"So tell me about school. How is everything going?" Terry asked.

Elaine then began to tell the two men all about her studies. In the chair I must admit to being disappointed that the conversation hadn't continued in the same vein. I stayed listening but Terry and Roger were acting much more correctly now. They asked more questions and Elaine seemed only too willing to tell them all about her school, her running successes and her ballet. Soon I felt myself nodding off again and, as Elaine continued to tell them all about her academic life, I let myself drift off.