The Banker's Wifebyloveking©
Lucy had everything; a husband with a very well paid job in the banking industry, a beautiful house, two adorable young kids, a holiday villa in Europe, platinum charge cards and expense accounts at all the top stores.
Although she was now thirty five years old and had had two children, she still had a perfect figure. Her breasts were still firm and pert which matched the rest of her youthfully toned body. This was no doubt helped by her daily visits to the exclusive health centre where she had her own personal trainer. She did regular exercise and indulged in all the expensive pampering and beauty therapies that were available. Her husband would often comment that her figure was the same as the young Lucy he had married ten years previously
All of her friends envied her or maybe they were just jealous. She liked to think it was envy. In truth she enjoyed the feeling of her friends envying her. It fed her vanity and reinforced her superior attitude.
She had of course seen and read the news headlines regarding the financial crisis that was spreading around the world but did not take much notice of it. Her vanity and arrogance acted like a mental block to the realities of the real world.
Now, in an acutely embarrassing moment, the truth suddenly hit home. The manager at her favourite department store was doing his utmost to be polite and not cause any embarrassment.
"I'm afraid that we cannot extend your credit," he said quietly to her, your account balance is at the maximum we allow and nothing has been paid for the past four months.
Lucy replied, with an arrogant tone, "I'm sure there has just been some error by one of your young clerks. Here, charge it to my Platinum card."
She handed over the card and waited impatiently as the manager swiped it in his machine and waited for confirmation.
The wait felt like an eternity and then she saw the look of dismay on the manager's face as he looked at her and quietly said, "I'm afraid your card has been refused."
She stormed out of the store, leaving her purchases behind.
When she arrived home she was surprised to see her husband Andrew's car in the driveway. She walked to the front door, unlocked it and stormed inside.
She started talking before she could see him. "You'll never guess what has just happened to me," she shouted, "that department store has made some stupid error with my account and to add insult to injury there was some kind of mistake with my Platinum card and I could not pay for---------------------."
Her voice trailed away to silence as she saw her husband appear from the kitchen with a very worried expression on his face.
He just looked at her and said, "Sorry, I'm so sorry".
"What do mean," she replied, "it's not your fault. It's just some stupid little clerk's mistake somewhere."
"No its not," he replied, "the bank has suffered huge losses and I have lost my job." He was almost sobbing as he continued, "I have been trying to find the courage to tell you. Every day, for the past six months, I have been leaving for work, pretending that everything is OK but there is no work. There has been no money coming in for the past six months."
Lucy looked and felt stunned. "We have savings, the holiday home and other assets. Surely we can just sell a few things.
Andrew looked at her with sad eyes like a puppy. "The bank owned everything we had and is calling it all in. I have managed to make an arrangement with the house but we need to find some money very soon to pay Paul.
She looked at him, puzzled, "Paul? What has it got to do with Paul?"
Andrew continued, "Because of our situation I was unable to get a mortgage on the house. Think about it. Who would give a mortgage to an out of work banker? The only solution I could come up with was to persuade my old friend Paul to help us."
Lucy looked shocked and stunned.
"Paul, why Paul? You know how he makes my flesh crawl. I know he is your friend but he just gives me the creeps whenever I see him."
"Paul was the only friend I could find who was willing to help us. It's as simple as that. No Paul, no mortgage, no house!
Lucy felt as though her whole world was suddenly being taken way from her.
She tried to stay positive and, if need be, she knew she could fight hard to save the house at least.
They both went to the kitchen and Lucy put on some coffee.
"So what is the plan?" she asked, "how can we pay Paul?" she said, as she sat down next to Andrew with two large mugs of coffee.
"I know how much you detest Paul but he is our only chance. He has invited us over to dinner tonight so that we can discus what to do next."
Lucy had always disliked Paul. It was nothing particularly tangible. He was a handsome enough guy and always got on well with Andrew and their other friends.
He flirted with Lucy whenever they met. The flirting in itself was not the problem, all Pauls friends flirted with her. It was always reassuring for anyone to be flirted with innocently. The problem for Lucy was that Paul's flirting never felt innocent. It always felt as though he was somehow sexually assaulting her. He always made her feel uncomfortable by making it obvious that he was mentally undressing her. She would see his eyes unashamedly roam over her, pausing at her breasts before moving on downwards. He would stare directly into her eyes and then push his tongue out and lick his lips.
Lucy was no prude. She realised very early on that all of Paul's facial expressions and eye movements were of a sexual nature. The problem for Lucy was that he was possibly the last man on earth that she would like to have sex with. There were many other male friends that flirted with her and she was always flattered, but not Paul; definitely not Paul.
It was only a few years back that Lucy had discovered how Paul made his living. She had often wondered what he did because he was obviously a very wealthy man. She had assumed that he was in banking, the same as her husband. However, at a dinner party about two years previously, she had overheard him talking with Andrew and some of the other male guests.
She had not heard exactly what was being said but it was obvious that he was inviting the other men to some special male only occasion.
When they got home Lucy quizzed her husband about the conversation. Andrew was reluctant at first but as they lay in bed together it was obvious that she was not going to let it go.
They had now been married for about ten years and he still enjoyed her seducing him. As they both lay naked in bed she cuddled up next to him and tenderly kissed his ear.
He felt her hand move down slowly over his chest and then onto his belly.
His cock was already stiffening in anticipation of her touch. "Tell me what Paul was saying and I'll make it worth your while," she said.
He felt her hand brush teasingly past his erect cock and onto his thigh.
She squeezed his thigh, brushing the back of her hand against balls and said, "tell me what Paul was saying and I'll suck it for you."
Andrew hesitated and then felt her hand move over his erection and her fingers wrap round it.
"Pleeeeeease,"she insisted, please tell me.
Andrew still resisted as she moved her head down over his body. He felt him self weakening as she rained a series of small kisses all over his belly.
He wasn't sure how she would react if he told her what Paul had been saying to the men. Equally he was beginning not to care about what she thought as long as she sucked him.
He felt her hot breath very close to his erect cock and then the moist warmth of her lips as she teased the head with her mouth.
"OK, I'll tell you."
Lucy lay there with her cheek resting against his lower belly and head of his stiff cock between her lips listening intently to her husbands words.
As she lay there Andrew explained that Paul made and distributed porno movies and was very successful at it.
Somehow Lucy was not surprised. This would explain the creepy feeling she always got whenever they met.
"So what was the invitation for? Was it to go and watch some dirty movies?"
Andrew hesitated before replying, "No, not to watch some movies. It was to go and watch some girls audition for parts in his movies.
Paul said he always auditions the girls with a small audience of about six men to make sure that they don't waste his time later on a film set by turning shy in the presence of the film crew."
"Will you go?" she asked.
"Would you object?"
Lucy did not answer. She ran her tongue around the head of her husband's stiff cock and started to gently suck.
As she sucked Andrew's cock her mind started to fill with lewd images. She visualised a young woman in a dingy room. She saw Paul, Andrew and his friends all sitting round in big comfortable chairs watching her. Paul had his usual creepy expression as she imagined him asking the girl to take off her clothes. Lucy felt Andrews cock stiffen further in her mouth as she went on to imagine that she was in fact that young girl.
Although at first she found the idea quite repulsive she felt the revival of an old fantasy that started many years ago. It would reappear in different forms but was always the same basic idea. Sometimes when she was getting changed at the gym, in her bedroom or anywhere where she could see the reflection of her naked body in a mirror, she would fantasize that men were watching her; lusting for her. She always tried to suppress the fantasy. She pretended to herself that she was just very proud of her naked body and that her fantasy was about teasing men by letting them see what they could not have.
Now as she sucked on Andrew's cock and could feel her self becoming aroused she had to finally admit that the fantasy was not only about being the centre of attention and the object of men's lust, it was also about being used as a sexual object. That was why Paul annoyed her so much. He made it obvious each time they met that she was the centre of his lust, a female body that he wanted to use and abuse for his selfish pleasure. Deep down she loved it but did not want to be reminded of her hidden fantasy by a man that repulsed her.
Unknown to her, Andrew also had a long held fantasy. As she sucked his cock his mind was full of lewd images of her. His need was becoming more and more urgent as he indulged in his own long held fantasy of watching Lucy being used by a group of men. Now he was visualising Lucy being the young starlet attending the audition. He imagined he was watching from a safe distance as Paul and his other friends forced her to strip for them. This idea of other men with his wife had always turned him on. He doubted that he would want it to happen for real but in his mind, right now, he was imagining her completely naked and surrounded by the men. He could see her being passed around them and the men taking it in turns to pull her onto their laps. He imagined them running their hands all over her naked body, squeezing and pulling her breasts and making crude comments as they pushed their hands up between her thighs. Finally he imagined all of the men were naked, their cocks erect, standing in a circle with his wife kneeling in the centre and sucking off each one of them in turn.
Lucy could feel that he was about to cum. She had no idea what images were filling his mind but she felt his hands grip he head and force his cock deeper into her mouth. She always loved the feeling of him being taken over by pure lust thanks to her skilful mouth. She sucked eagerly and almost immediately was swallowing his hot semen as he ejaculated into her mouth.
She stayed there for a while until she felt him slacken in her mouth. She licked off the last drops and let it slip from her mouth.
She then lifted her self up and, after kissing him tenderly on the lips, she lay back, bent her knees up and then let her thighs relax and fall open.
Andrew did not need a second invitation. He moved down between her outstretched thighs and spent a few seconds gazing at her moist exposed labia.
He reached up with his mouth only inches away from her wet lips and gently opened her with his fingers. He could see how wet she was and was soon hungrily licking her and listening to her groaning with pleasure. He eased one of his fingers inside her as he sought out her swollen clit with his tongue. He listened with delight to her screams not knowing that as she reached one of her best ever orgasms her mind was full of similar images to the ones he had just had.
Since that time a few years back Lucy's dislike of Paul had grown but the fantasies and resultant orgasms just kept returning.
Now they were in Andrew's car and driving to Paul's house. Lucy had still not come to terms with the events and revelations of the past few hours. She realised that her cosy world of wealth and privilege was falling apart but she felt determined to keep what ever she could and the house was top of her list.
Despite her dislike of Paul, Lucy always liked to look presentable when they were invited out. It was spring time and the sunshine had been pleasantly warm during the day. Lucy was wearing an expensive summer dress from her favourite designer. The material was pale blue silk and it was cut so that it flattered every feminine curve of her body. It had a 'V' neck, cut quite low and, as they pulled up in to Paul's driveway, she began to regret the revealing nature and knew he would be leering at her, trying to get a glimpse of her blue lace bra. She wore a lightweight coat over the dress to keep out the evening chill.
They parked the car and walked up the impressive driveway to the front door.
Paul was already waiting to greet them.
As they entered the huge house Paul said, "May I take your coats?"
Andrew took off his coat and Paul quickly helped Lucy take hers off. As he lifted her coat from her shoulders she immediately felt his gaze fix onto the front of her dress as he said, "beautiful dress Lucy, it really suits you."
He was taller than her and she could feel his eyes exploring the deep 'V' neck searching out her underwear.
"Please come in to the dining room," he continued, "the meal is ready."
They sat down and enjoyed a very pleasant meal and perhaps more wine than they should have had.
After the meal they were enjoying some coffee and still sitting round the table.
"So Andrew, said Paul, "have you spoken with Lucy yet about my proposition?"
Lucy turned swiftly to look at her husband, uncertain as to what this proposition was.
Andrew looked suddenly flustered as Paul continued, "oh, never mind I'll tell her."
"Tell me what?" Lucy said.
The room fell silent for an uncomfortable few seconds before Andrew said, "No Paul, I'll tell her."
Lucy was starting to feel annoyed and said, "Please, what ever it is that you are supposed to have told me, just tell me!"
She looked directly at her husband, watching the awkward and embarrassed expression on his face as he mumbled, "you know Paul has kindly taken over the mortgage on our house."
"Yes," said Lucy, you told me earlier.
"Well we need to work out a way of paying him," Andrew continued.
The room then went silent again as Andrew tried to find the courage to tell Lucy what Paul had in mind.
The silence was broken by Paul as he said, "Lucy, you already know what I do for a living.
I have been offered a very large sum of money to make a new film based on the collapse of the banking system."
Lucy looked puzzled, "I thought you made dirty films, skin flicks, and porno?"
"Oh, I like to think they are better than the general run-of-the-mill skin flick," replied Paul, "but yes that is exactly what I do."
"So why have they asked you to make a film about the collapse of the banking system?" she asked.
Paul looked at her, his eyes roaming over the thin silk covering the youthful curves of her breasts and said, "The collapse of the banking system is just the starting point of the film.
The reason they will pay me a huge amount of money which, by the way, will easily pay off your outstanding mortgage, is that the main story will feature a real banker and his young attractive wife.
An outline of the plot is that the banker has not only lost his job but also lost most of the life savings of his friends. He reaches an agreement where he pays them with all he has left; his wife."
"What do you mean pays them?" Lucy asks.
"You really don't get it yet do you Lucy," said Paul.
"The film will not be a fictional story. The film I am going to make will be sold to pay off all of your husbands friends who have lost their investments.
Lucy looked at Paul in disbelief as he continued, "You, Lucy will be the star of the film. Just think about it; one days work and the house will be yours."
Lucy immediately stood up and shouted, "You must be mad; both of you. You want me to be some slutty porno actress to satisfy the perverse desires of you and your friends? You can just forget it. It is never going to happen!
Come on Andrew, we're leaving right now."
She grabbed his arm and started to try and pull him up but he stayed where he was.
She continued to shout and scream at him to get up and take her home but he just sat there.
Eventually she quietened down and Andrew said, "Lucy, it is the only chance we have of keeping the house."
Paul then spoke saying, "Lucy, I know it must be a shock but at least just go away and think about it. It is the only way you are going to be able to pay off your husband's debts and keep the house.
"OK then, I'll think about it," she said, "but the answer will still be no!"
With that she managed to grab Andrews arm again and persuade him to leave.
They drove home in silence. Lucy's mind was racing. She was furious that Andrew had not even had the courage to warn her in advance of his and Pauls Plan. She was also furious that they had even considered the plan in the first place.
They arrived home and walked into the house still without speaking.
Finally Lucy turned to Andrew and said, "Would you really want to see me used in that way with the whole event recorded for the titillation of other sad men to watch and masturbate while looking at me?"
Andrew was silent for a few seconds before looking at her and saying, "Actually, yes, I think I would find it very erotic."
Lucy just stared at him, rage filling her expression and said, "I'm going to have a long hot bath and hopefully wash away the feelings of disgust that you and Paul made me feel earlier.
She ran the bath and then locked her self in the bathroom before undressing. She reached behind and unzipped the silk dress allowing it to fall to the floor. As usual she watched herself in the full length mirror and liked the reflection she saw. The blue lace bra complimented the full roundness of her breasts. The matching blue lace panties fitted snugly faintly showing the outline of her labia.
As was becoming usual recently she started to imagine that she had a male audience watching her undress. The feeling was even stronger than usual. She reached behind and unfastened the bra and allowed the cups to fall away from her breasts as she lifted the straps clear of her shoulders. Her bra joined her dress on the floor and she once more gazed at her reflection.
Her breasts were not quite as firm as they were when she was eighteen but even so they still looked pretty good. She once more imagined that she was being watched. Male eyes were caressing her breasts and admiring her dark stiffening nipples. These were the feelings that always made her feel guilty later. The imagined audience always made her feel aroused. She stared again into the mirror, male voices in her head encouraging her to take off her panties. She imagined many pairs of eyes just like Pauls. She shuddered as she thought of it but yes, just like Pauls, roaming over her naked breasts and focusing now on the feminine bulge of her panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed them down over her thighs. She watched in the mirror as her neatly trimmed pubic hair peaked over the top in a narrow strip.