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The spare room was dark and silent, it was my retreat from the seemingly constant snoring in my marital bed. It was 3am, and once again here I was longing for sleep, my own mind, seemingly my enemy sometimes, taking the opportunity of this quiet, undisturbed time to tease me, flitting from thought to thought, delving into what it seems every corner of my life and being. This was my time, undisturbed by the rigours of daily family life – but why, oh why, did it have to be at such an ungodly hour. My body longed for sleep, for release from thoughts – I knew there was only one way.Ali had written stories for me now for quite a while. Powerful, erotic tales spurred on by the churning undercurrent of lust brought forth from our everyday msn ‘chats’. I looked forward to his words with excitement – and tonight as I lay alone in my bed my thoughts turned to ‘that story’, the one I had enjoyed the most.As I lay in the dark and recounted his words, as if on autopilot my hand travelled over the red silk of my skimpy night slip to my breast. My hardened nipple needed little encouragement from my fingers, my mind had begun the work for me, and my body tensed as I squeezed it hard, and recounted his story in my mind:-**************************Ali’s storyShe had been good lately, and as she rummaged through the shed, innocently looking for a screw driver, she found his hidden DVDs , and his ‘private’ books. The last time she had been away he’d had friends over, so she expected he had got them to watch then. She browsed Eskişehir Escort the book, looking at the pictures and immediately she could feel herself becoming aroused and wondered if she should take them inside and have a better look when he was out tomorrow. Suddenly, the wind blew the door shut with a bang, and as it startled her she turned around and clumsily knocked over the petrol lawn mower that had been precariously balanced on a crate for maintenance. This in turn fell onto his much loved motorbike. Shit! She knew she wasn’t allowed to ever touch his coveted bike! She tried to pick up the mower but it was heavy and cumbersome, at the first attempt she let go of it, and for a second time, it slammed into his bike. She was panicking now as she could see the broken wing mirror, the bent pedal and a scratch. He would be livid, and she hadn’t even done it deliberately. Closing the shed door she locked it and went back inside the house, taking the DVDs and the book with her. She washed her hands and hid the books in the spare room, next to her toy. What should she do? She could ring and tell him, or text him, or wait and take the consequences when she got home. “Fuck him,” she decided – lets see what happens! Closing the front door, she jumped in the car and headed for her day out shopping with her girlfriends. Knowing that he would be home before her, she had a wry smile on her face at the very thought of his reaction. He arrived home and saw her note, ‘Get your own Eskişehir Escort Bayan tea.’ His mood changed instantly. Inside the fridge he saw a bought pie, he put it in the microwave and headed to the shed. Immediately he opened the door, he got sight of the mower on the floor next to his pride and joy. What the fuck had she done!! He had told her to keep out of the shed, and as he picked the mower up, he began to see the damage! He needed this tomorrow for his ‘biker-boys’ tour, the rage began to build inside him. She was going to pay for this in more ways than one, and he was sure going to teach her a lesson. ****************************** How I loved that part of the story – ‘he was sure going to teach her a lesson’, – the anticipation of his actions to come. As my mind mulled over his words, both my hands gently caressed my full breasts and as I rolled my pert nipples between my middle and forefinger I could feel juices begin to moisten my pussy. I closed my eyes and as one hand firmly pinched my right nipple, I allowed my other to roam slowly over the silk of my night-slip down to it’s short hemline. As I pulled up the red silk exposing my thighs and smooth mound to the touch of my fingers, involuntarily my back arched at the power of my self induced arousal. Gently, but with urgency, my forefinger found my clit and slowly began to massage it in a small, light circular motion, the sensation instantly making a soft moan leave my lips. As my fingers toyed with Escort Eskişehir my bud, I could feel it swelling and moistening from my pussy juices, my fingers travelled lower and began to gently stroke across the length of my engorged labia – it was so ready to be fucked, smiling to myself at the feast of pleasure to come, I rolled over and opened the bedside cabinet drawer, where, under the linen lay hidden my two ‘toys’ – they were most certainly required before I allow my mind to ponder over the next part of Ali’s story:-******************************Taking his phone he dialled his friend. They called him ‘Donkey’, and that was fitting to say the least. He was also a crash repair mechanic and would be able to straighten the bike out, except for the scratch. He slammed the beer down his throat, and ate his pie, he could hear the banging from the shed. The blue Viagra pills sat next to his second bottle of Bud. He had gotten them from work, bought from the internet, the site had told him to take one half an hour before sex. He took two and washed them down with the beer …. just as he finished eating, he heard her car pull up in the driveway. She’d had a good day, but now as she pulled in the driveway, reality was setting in – his text message had been straight to the point, “You fucked me, now it’s your turn.” There was another car in the way, she hadn’t expected that! He opened the door, she smiled and tried to get passed him, acting as if everything was normal. He blocked her path, picking her up over his shoulder with ease, he carried her to the shed. She tried to kick her way out of his grip, even biting his hand, then she saw his bench cleared and someone standing in the shadows. “It’s your turn to pay now!” Quickly he placed the leather ties on her legs and nailed them to bench.