#Cheating #Lesbian #Pregnancy #Tween
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John and Jan find themselves getting ever deeper involved with the law and Jan finally sees how her fucking roulette idea might work.
As soon as I got home, I called out to John. There was much I needed to explain to him, and Jacqui alone was certainly going to take some explaining. “Sorry that I’m a day late getting back from work, darling, but you see, I took this female cook from the children’s home out for a drink and although she’s old enough to be my mother, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together and…”
Hm! Would you fancy telling your husband that in cold blood, girls? No, me neither. I decided to lie instead: say I’d been abducted my little green aliens or something. Well you never know with men, do you! He never really listens to what I say anyway and I reckoned that like as not, he’d just say “that’s nice, dear” as he’d done loads of times before.
But where was he? I called out to him once more and this time got a muffled response that seemed to be coming up from under my feet.
“John? Is that you, John?
“Yes.”
“Where are you? What are you doing under our carpet?”
“I’m in the cellar.”
“Why the fuck are you down there.”
“Well, everybody’s got to be somewhere, haven’t they?”
(I hate it when my husband starts clouting me around the head with logic).
“I mean, what are you DOING down there?”
After a suspiciously long pause came the reply “I’m …er….checking the soundproofing.”
Well, that sounded plausible enough; I mean, that’s the sort of daft thing husbands do all the time, isn’t it. To humour him, I shouted “So, how is the sound proofing then?”
“It’s great,” he replied, “I’ve gone as deaf as a post down here. Can’t hear a thing!”
That’s my John. He can skip from high logic to errant nonsense in a heartbeat. You never know what you’re going to get from him from one sentence to the next.
At this point, it occurred to me that I hadn’t been down to the cellar since we first inspected the house, prior to putting in an offer for it, and found myself wondering if it might be big enough to house two or three holding cages for ungrateful little bitches tempted to try their hand at blackmailing us once my husband had had his wicked way with them.
I decided to join John where he was but as I approached the door to the stairs leading down to the basement, it opened and he emerged with his flies open, closely followed by a young female police officer with her tunic buttoned up all wrong. It was precisely like she’d dressed in a hurry and in rather poor light. They stopped dead when they saw me and all colour rapidly drained from John’s panic stricken face. The girl blushed vivid pink, which rather clashed with her navy blue uniform I thought. All this was as good as a confession of extreme naughtiness to me, but I felt I needed to hear all the sordid details anyway. I gave the pair of them that withering look all wives give their husbands when they catch them being unfaithful: well, my version of it anyway.
“John” I said with some heat, “start talking and don’t you dare try to give me all that twaddle about this not being what it looks like.”
This broke him and he confessed all. He told me the police officer had come to take his statement when he reported me missing, that she’d suggested they made a thorough search of the house in case I was lying unconscious somewhere, that the cellar was the last place they looked and finding I wasn’t in the house, he’d got a bit emotional and the girl had comforted him so well that they’d got talking and one thing had led to another although she was young enough to be his niece and they’d ended up shagging on an old mattress left down there by the previous owner. My conscience couldn’t help but be pricked by how similar his story was to my own regarding Jacqui and this allowed all feelings of righteous anger to simply evaporate. I mean, what could I say? I looked at the embarrassed young police officer who was acutely aware that one word from me to her bosses about this would most certainly end her police career before it had barely started. I resolved then and there that this pink and blue cutie was going to have to pay for my silence.
I told John to do his flies up and go and put the kettle on. Well, he was going to need a nice strong cuppa when I told him about the little green aliens wasn’t he! Meanwhile, I ushered the girl back down into the murky depths of the cellar, admiring the way her arse swayed as she descended the stairs. Once at the bottom, I cut straight to the chase by unbottoning her tunic and saying “listen officer, if you want to keep your job, you’re not going to say a word about this to anyone. Do you understand?” She nodded, I kissed her forcefully on lips that parted to receive me; she rather unexpectedly kissed me back so I started groping her. In response, she groped me, one thing then led to another and we ended up naked, giving eachother a damn good licking in the 69 position that’s apparently so favoured by resident female trainees at police college. Later as we cooled down from our respective soggy orgasms, we chatted. It turned out her name was Heather. The name suited her as there was clearly a ferel element in her nature. Something untamed that seemed to be always on the verge of breaking out from behind her mask of self control but not yet courageous enough to do so. It struck me that here was a species of heather in serious need of cultivation but once trained, she’d fit in very nicely among all the other erotic blooms I was presently cultivating. Not by chance, we talked about the first time we’d ever had our cunnies licked and in both our cases, it was when we were little girls…..by another little girl. We also shared just how fondly we remembered the incident and I (rather rashly under the circumstances you might think) asked her if she ever wondered what it would feel like to have a child licking her now fully developed clit. To my immense relief, she gave a naughty sounding little giggle and said “yes, lots,” just before she turned bright pink again. From that point on, I just couldn’t stop myself. I kept on asking Heather probing questions of an erotic nature until I was sure I was dealing with a true soul sister – and happily, it turned out that I was.
As soon as I told her I knew a ten year old who’d be only too willing to lick and suck her off in exchange for petty cash, she was up for it. I also knew the girl I had in mind was a habitual shoplifter so we wouldn’t even need to take her out of the children’s home. All Heather had to do was turn up at that home and demand to see the girl I had in mind to see if she might be eliminated from a shoplifting investigation. The staff there would immediately be in their best and most obliging behaviour. The girl would be produced and a suitable room provided for the interview. As prescribed by law, a responsible adult would be present throughout the interview to ensure no bullying tactics were employed to extract a confession and my well briefed child. She would quite naturally ask that I be that responsible adult. Once left alone by other children’s home staff, the fun would commence. In fact, Heather and I would share the child and no one would suspect a thing, provided we all kept talking enough so it sounded from outside the room as if sn interview was actually taking place.
Once our perverse plans were laid, we dressed and when upstairs for a refreshing cup of tea. Before leaving, Heather radioed in the following message:
“587 to control, over.”
“Control from 587, go ahead, over.”
“587 to control, re the Mrs. White missing person enquiry, said person has returned home safe and well. No offences have been disclosed but advice given re future conduct. Over.”
“Message received and logged 587. Control out!”
After Heather had gone, I filled John in on my further corruption of the police woman he’d just fucked and my plan to video her in a compromising situation with a child later on so we’d have control of her from here on in. He loved the idea so much, he quite forgot to ask me about about why I hadn’t returned home the previous night. I therefore filed my little green aliens story away for future use on some equally embarrassing occasion.
Meanwhile, I considered how we might best make use of that cellar of ours. I pictured that grubby king sizes mattress on the floor. I pictured six or seven willing ten to twelve year old naked girls laid across it so their cute little cunts were right at the edge and easy to get at. For some reason, an old schoolgirl joke of a definition sprang into my mind. The one that goes “a mistress is something between a master and a matress.” I could help smiling as I pictured my masterful John prowling around the mattress and penetrating each bald little cunt in turn. He’d only be allowed three thrusts only before being required to move on to the next little darling. Heather, Jacqui, Suzy and I would be there to ensure John didn’t cheat by trying to sneak in an extra thrust here or there. John would only be aloud more humps once he was in the act ejaculation and hopefully impregnating the little whore he’d finished up on top of. It was a perfect plan. What could go wrong?
All that was needed now was for us to fixed a date for Jacqui to take a party of specially selected tween girls from the children’s home out on an educational food shopping expedition and like a good mother hen, herd her little chickens to our front door.
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#Cheating #Lesbian #Pregnancy #Tween
