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Wicked Lust I
A wife's home improvements with three handymen.
Tenth Commandment Series Book
by DL Davito
Copyright 2012 by author
Smashwords Edition
Cover Art by Scala Enterprise
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Table of Contents
Chapter Two - My Wicked Thoughts
Chapter Three - My Predicament
Chapter Seven - Back to Normal
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My Dear Mr Davito,
I have taken your advice and written my story down as if it was a novel. I must agree with you that the therapeutic value of this exercise was excellent for me. I now understand much more about myself, also that the term 'wicked' is in the eye of the beholder and that having wicked thoughts do not make a bad person. We all have them in one form or another.
I have enclosed the only copy of this story, written in my own words, for your use as you see fit. I cannot keep a copy home because I prefer that my husband, Gordon, never see it. I am pleased to have him continue to think of me as "a perfect wife".
Fondest regards,
Camilla Erickson
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Chapter One - Day One
It was Thursday morning. My husband Gordon was at work and the children were at daycare. We are having three workmen remodeling our garage for us, so Gordon and I decided to keep the children away from the dust and noise they were making. They seemed like nice enough men, but you know how men talk when they are hard at work, so I was happy the children weren't around to hear them. I had taken the week off from my job to stay around the house while they were working here; this is the fourth day of their five-day job and everything seemed to be going fine.
They were always respectful to me, stopping what they were doing and smiling or tipping their hats at me whenever I walked by. I was not at all uncomfortable being alone with them all day. I loved to stroll around our yard and garden, and generally stayed out of their way. Never in my wildest dreams did I suspect what they were planning for me.
I was making myself busy around the house. So here I was in the bedroom, picking up the children's clothes ready to put into the washing basket when I heard the workmen's boss calling me from down stairs: "Mrs Erickson. Can you spare me a moment?"
"Be right with you." I answered as I made my way back downstairs to the little study where my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen, Johan Hagan, had come in a while earlier asking to use my PC to find a stock list for some parts he needed for the project. So I had just logged on and brought up my Internet browser for him, then I'd left him to find what he wanted.
As I was coming down the stairs I assumed that, like most men who are good with their hands, he was like a fish out of water on the PC and needed my help. So, full of confidence and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study.
Suddenly my confidence and literally my breath were taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He said.
I stood there, not blushing but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face and I was too ashamed to even speak.
"Well, Nothing to say for yourself? What about this porn and emails? I bet Mr Erickson doesn't know about these. My, my Mrs Erickson, what have you been up to?"
I tried my best to hide my embarrassment, and to sound indignant: "Really! Mr Hagan, you shouldn't be looking in my private mail account. That's none of your business!"
His eyes narrowed darkly as he said: "Okay then, if you want to be that way about it. I've printed a few of these emails out and I'll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to."
"No, no you can't," I pleaded. I was shocked at the way he was speaking to me; he had always been respectful to me over the past three days he and his men had been working on our garage.
He put his calloused hands on my waist and pulled me to him as he spoke ominously in my ear: "Can't? Who says I can't? If I had a wife I'd sure like to know what she does when I'm working. Aren't marriages supposed to be based on trust? You seem to have a secret life of sexual mischief on the Internet."
"Don't be silly. I've never been unfaithful to Gordon, I would never even dream of it. We love each other... this is just words on the Internet." My heart was beating in my chest; I didn't want my husband to find out about my wicked erotic fantasies - innocent as they were. I wanted Gordon to continue to think of me as a perfect wife and mother.
"So he won't mind then, will he?" Mr Hagan's tone frightened me. "If I tell him what you've been doing and show him these porn stories and your correspondence with the author?" My façade broke down at that point.
"No, please don't tell him. Gordon just would never understand. It's all completely innocent, can we just keep this between ourselves? I'm very embarrassed." I prayed my pleas would work.
He moved me closer to him and his hand moved around to my hip as he looked into my eyes. He was alternately soothing and threatening. "If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, I didn't like where this was going. His next words took my breath away:
"You know what I mean. Will you fuck?"
"How dare you!" His words came as a total shock to me. I gasped and pulled away from him: "NO! You can't ask that of me. Please... I've never so much as kissed another man since I've been married."
Tears sprang to my eyes; I could not believe he was talking to me like this. But his eyes were cold and full of confidence as he reached out and touched my breast in a familiar way that no man except my husband has done in six years:
"My, aren't you the little angel..."
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Chapter Two - My Wicked Thoughts
Well, I guess at this stage I'd better explain exactly what this man had found and what my situation is.
My Name is Camilla Erickson, I'm married to Gordon for six years and we have two beautiful children; Heidi aged 3 and Bobby age 5. I am 28, and I've been so very wicked with my vivid imagination. But only in my imagination! I have always been faithful to my husband and I love him and my children dearly. My Gordon is so sweet and he cares for the children and me so lovingly.
I really do love him with all my heart. But, I know you're thinking, 'with true love there can be no buts'. In truth, I would never cheat on Gordon, even if the most handsome man in the world wanted me.
But I have a vivid imagination and, like Lady Chatterley, I do wonder why we are given these lustful and wicked thoughts for no reason.
So one day while idling some time away on the Internet, I made a search for 'sex'. As you can imagine I was swamped with sites. After I'd browsed around a few of them and finding only pictures and videos that I found disgusting and crude, I began to think that maybe the dirty side of sex wasn't what I was looking for at all. In truth I had no idea what it was, this indefinable thing that I seemed to need.
My sex life with Gordon was wonderful but so safe and predictable, I thought there had to be something more. Then, while surfing the net one day, I saw a site that offered 'erotic novels'. I had no idea what to expect, but when I logged in I found the range of material available was mind blowing. And somehow very stimulating to me.
Over the next few weeks I read various stories, some very wicked, involving rape and bondage. There were even stories of women having sex with animals! But the idea of this turned my stomach so I avoided them.
However, reading some of the other erotic stories got me very excited, sexually I mean, you know... wet. But even though I was now hooked on reading these 'dirty' books they were mostly pretty shallow with little or no real story - just an excuse for describing sexual activity.
Then one day I read a story that really got my interest. It was well written and began innocently enough, it was only the fact of where the story was posted that let me know something was eventually going to happen to the woman who was the main character. This story and the mental images it invoked me made me feel sexy and deliciously naughty.
I won't go into detail, but this innocent and normal housewife was tricked into various sexual situations, ending up with her being forced into in a pornographic video and of being gang raped.
Well if the other stories had gotten me wet, this one had me in a trance. I'd been petting myself while I'd been reading and it was a long story. How many times I had cum I can't remember. I found myself reading the story over and over again over the next few weeks. I was fascinated by the sexual descriptions that turned this average, normal housewife from a reluctant sex object, into a lustful and wonton participant.
Part of my fascination, I'm sure, was because I identified with this young wife who was led on a path of sexual depravity by a pack of sex hungry and unscrupulous men. It was fun to pretend, particularly since nothing like this could ever happen to me. Never in a million years! When no one was home I indulged my fantasies.
Certainly this was no way for a respectable wife and mother to act! But when the kids were away and hubby was at work, I just couldn't seem to help myself. I would be mortified if anyone ever found out, so I kept the files hidden and always made sure to clean up after each of my 'therapy sessions'.
I read this same story over and over again for weeks. Each time getting the same thrill, imagining myself to be the central character. I convinced myself that it was all just harmless fun. It's fun to pretend that such an outrageous fantasy could ever be real... certainly not with me: reserved, straight-laced, demure Camilla.
I actually got to the point where I could have a mini climax at my favorite sex scenario in each paragraph. Yet, innocent as it all is, I certainly would not want my husband or family to find out what I am doing. But I'm sure I can keep my deliciously wicked secret a secret.
Then one day I plucked up courage and emailed the author, just to tell him how much I enjoyed his work. In reality, I think I was secretly smitten with him and knew beyond any doubt that I would never actually meet him in person. This was just a passing flirtation between an average housewife and a fine author.
I waited and waited. Day after day I'd dash to the PC after work to see if he had replied. Three days, no reply. On the fourth day I had to do some shopping on the way home and by the time I got home, Gordon was already there. So I just thought, it's not worth risking looking now, he won't have replied anyway. And even if he does, what will he want to say to me? So it wasn't until the next morning, Gordon had just left for work; the children were having breakfast, that I opened my email. There it was; he'd replied to me!
It was a simple courteous reply, not very personal, but he supplied me with a list of the stories he had written and which site they were available on. His books are marvelously erotic and I spent many pleasure-filled hours reading them.
Many of his stories have a theme whereby a reluctant woman is coerced into having sex with strange men. I emailed the author, wondering why he thought a woman's fear and shame would ever allow her to enjoy the experiences forced on her. His reply went into some detail about studies conducted on the female brain: they confirmed that as a woman is aroused, she looses her senses of fear and inhibition. The more she becomes aroused, the more her fears and inhibitions vanish. Also, her passion is greatly increased whenever guilt is removed, as in the case of being blackmailed for sex. And her libido can be highly increased is she feels she is doing something she shouldn't. He called it 'wicked lust'.
He also sent me his latest novella.
I started reading the story and, once again, in my mind I became the central character. My libido kicked into overdrive and I discovered that I could get an orgasm just by reading the words. This girl was forced into sex, not with violence, but more with persuasion and coercion. As the story progressed it moved to a new dimension.
She is a young mother, like me, and her child has been kidnapped. In order to get her baby back safely, the innocent young woman is made to participate in all sorts of sex acts with strangers. Wealthy men believing they can get their youth back, pay to drink 'mothers milk' from her breasts. Then proceed to fuck her silly.
She does what she has to do and gets her baby back unharmed. Her husband is away on a business trip for a week and never finds out. Bottom line: she has just had a week of incredible, guilt-free sex. And what wonton sex it was! From one-on-one to multiple partners, she found herself sucking and fucking through gangbangs and orgies in orgasmic bliss. She satisfied them all, and her own orgasms were amazingly described.
This got me hotter than I like to admit. As I read on, I found myself climaxing along with her, over and over. This was real hard-core sex. And to my shame, I loved every word of it and I couldn't stop reading. I loved how sexy it made me feel!
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Chapter Three - My Predicament
So that is where we are now! The builder had somehow found this story on my PC, and has even read my emails to and from the author! Well, I'd been ashamed of myself before when only I knew what I'd been doing. But now this strange man knew too! I felt completely humiliated and embarrassed. And if my Gordon ever found out, I'd die of shame! I could never look him or my children in the eye again. I just had to keep my secret!
So back to my predicament:
"My, aren't we the little angel. So, what about these stories you've been reading?" Mr Hagan sneered.
"They're nothing. I read them with my husband."
"You are a liar! You admit in your emails that your husband has no idea you read this porn!" My heart was beating in fear as he said this. He knew everything!
"Okay then. Let's just see shall we? I'll print one out and you can read it to me." My heart was racing as he went on: "The guys and I agree, for a mommy you are one sexy lady. Let's see if this porn gives you that glow." As he spoke he ran his hand down my neck and over my chest, pinching my nipples through my blouse.
I had no idea that these men they were talking about me like that!
I blushed scarlet as I pushed his hand away. "If I read one, will you promise not to tell Gordon?" I was almost crying and begging now as I moved out of his reach.
"Well maybe. Let's see if it gets you turned on first." I could only nod my acceptance. I didn't know what else to do.
He soon got the printer churning out page after page and before it had finished, he'd picked up the first few sheets and handed them to me. "Come-on then, you sit here and I'll stand behind you."
He got up from my computer chair and sat me down on it. I didn't know if I would be able to read the sexy words of this story out aloud. But I knew that I had to do something, anything to keep Gordon from finding out what a wicked woman I'd been. I must do what he says; it's my only hope out of this predicament.
As I start reading, his arms reach around from behind me and his hands cupped my breasts! This sent a violent shiver down into my lower tummy, and my nipples instantly became hard. I hadn't been touched like that by another man since I got married!
I stopped reading and gasped as I tried to push him away. "Please no! I don't like you touching me like that."