Ray Mills
Hot and nasty wife
Chapter ONE
Amy Rogers didn’t realize what a really bad fix she was in until the morning of the day the money was due.
She had taken the job as door-to-door salesgirl for Star Cosmetics only for a few months. She had planned to use the extra money to help put with the bills while her husband Tom’s new hardware store got off the ground. The newlyweds had plunged their life’s savings into the store. And while it was in a good location, and Tom was a hard worker, the going was still a little rough at first.
Amy didn’t mind being a Star Girl one bit, actually. If it weren’t for Tom’s reluctance to see her working at all, she might continue with it indefinitely.
For one thing, the line of products was so good it nearly sold itself. For another, she kind of enjoyed going into other people’s houses, seeing how they lived, what kind of furniture they had.
She was a friendly, outgoing type of person. She enjoyed chatting with her customers, sharing a cup of coffee with other young women like herself while their husbands were off at work.
The problem was, she had let the excitement of all the money she was making go to her head. When the three-month anniversary of her and Tom’s wedding came up, she had surprised him with a color TV. It had cost her five hundred dollars.
And, like a fool, instead of charging it she had paid for it with the money from her sales.
At the time, she had told herself, it just means I’ll have to work a little harder, that’s all. I'll work five days instead of only three next week. I have it all back in no time.
Tom was both pleased and anxious. He didn’t know how she could have got so much money out of thin air. But she had jokingly scoffed at him for not realizing what a good salesgirl she was.
However, there was one person she couldn’t fool. Bradford Aston was the local representative of Star Cosmetics She got her products on consignment from him.
When he delivered the merchandise to her, she had to hand over the money she had received from her customers. Unfortunately, there was no money.
Already, two weeks ago, she had been forced to stall and make excuses. It was a cash flow problem, she explained to him. Many of the customers were her friends. She had been flexible with them, and some hadn’t paid her yet. She would have the full amount for him next time.
Aston had been stem but understanding. He was an extremely handsome man, but he had cool grey eyes and a distant, implacable manner that bothered Amy deep down. He had given her a warning and said he expected payment in full when he delivered the next order. Somehow, even at the time, Amy had felt that he was not entirely unpleased to see her in a vulnerable position.
But she dismissed that as silly paranoia. During the next two weeks she had nearly worked herself to death. And she had very little to show for it. After exhausting her friends and neighbors, she found it was harder and harder to sell the stuff.
In fact, by the day Aston was due, she had only fifty dollars to offer him. She could see the anger clouding his face as he counted it.
“Fifty bucks?” he said, incredulous.
“I’m sorry,” Amy faltered. “But if you could give me a little more time. I could make it up gradually.”
Aston grinned at her as if she were an idiot. “You’ve already had two weeks,” he said coldly.
“I know. I tried to borrow the money, but my husband and I are already so far in debt with the store…”
She felt so guilty and flustered that it took her a moment to notice that Aston was looking with undisguised fascination at her breasts, instead of her face.
Sometimes, when she was just staying around the house, she didn’t bother to wear a bra. Today she just had on one of Tom’s old shirts.
The shape of her thick plump nipples was easily visible through the fabric.
Brad Aston stared at them. He didn’t seem to mind that she knew what he was doing.
“Maybe we could make an… arrangement,” he said, looking up from her breasts to her face.
God, this is just too awful! Amy thought. I’ll just have to pretend like I don’t understand him.
“I could sign something, if you want me to,” she said hurriedly. “I’m sure I could have the money in two more weeks.”
“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Aston said.
He took a step toward her, his, eyes dropping down again to the large bumps her nipples made in the shirt. She tried to take a step back too, but she forgot that the coffee table was behind her.
“Mr. Aston, I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean,” Amy said, trying to control her fear.
Her heart was beating furiously. She had never had to deal with this situation before. Men had wanted her, sure. But they respected her refusal if she said no. And she had never said yes to anyone but Tom.
Brad Aston took another step toward her. He reached out one hand and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. Amy was amazed at her own Passivity. She just stood there and let him do it.
“You don’t want me to have to take you to court, do you?” he murmured. “Think how that would look. Think of what your husband would say.”
“He… he’d support me, of course,” Amy stammered, watching his fingers as they dropped down to the next button.
“Think of the embarrassment. To you… to his business,” Aston murmured.
He unfastened the second button. The soft shadowy cleavage between Amy’s full young breasts became visible.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked softly.
His fingers dropped to the third button. His flinty grey eyes were cool and uncompromising. There was a half-cruel twist to his mouth.
“I’m presenting you with a way out of this jam, Amy,” he said.
“Please take your hands off me,” she whispered.
But he didn’t. Instead, he unfastened the third button. Amy tried to brush past him, but he caught her with both hands and held her where she was.
“Did you forget you’re in big trouble, Amy? You owe me five hundred bucks. In fact, that was last time. Now you owe me close to eight hundred.’ “No, I haven’t forgotten that,” Amy hissed, her eyes brimming with tears. “Have you forgotten that I’m a married woman?”
Brad Aston shook his head. “Nobody has to know about this but you and me.”
Amy’s mind was going a mile a minute. If I let him do it to me once, does that mean I don’t owe him the eight hundred dollars any more? After all, I don’t have to enjoy it. And he is kind of handsome. Would it be worth it?
But another part of her just couldn’t give in. For one thing, it would mean betraying Tom. And it was also just like being blackmailed and raped. It was disgusting, what this man was suggesting to her.
Aston seemed to sense what was going through her mind. Instead of saying anything else, he simply unfastened the rest of the buttons on her shirt. Amy hardly knew he had done it until she felt him slipping the shirt off her shoulders.
“Oh, please don’t…“ she started to protest.
But before she could continue, his lips were crawling all over her naked breasts. She wanted to stop him, but there didn’t seem to be anything she could do. He cupped her full warm breasts in his hinds and licked her nipples with his tongue.
The sensations were enough to make her knees weaken and her pulse quicken. She felt the petals of her cunt begin to bloom and ooze with juice, in spite of her reluctance.
“There now, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured as his lips toyed with her throbbing nipples.
“N-no,” she whimpered. “You can force me to do it, I guess, but you can’t make me like it.”
Aston chuckled deep in his throat. He squeezed her breasts roughly, his fingers digging into the resilient globes.
“Make you like it?” he grinned. “I’m going to make you beg for it.”
“Never,” she whimpered.
She thought of how she was betraying Tom, how awful it was. She tried to keep her mind off the wonderful sensations he was arousing in her quivering body.
“Never?” Aston chuckled again. “Better not say anything you’ll be sorry for.”