Ten Years Later

Amber had kept her body trim after all this time. It was a matter of pride and necessity. She'd had the occasional bit of work to tweak things here and there - for example, a more natural looking set of breasts, although no smaller - James wouldn't want that.

In her mid thirties she would put most 20 year olds to shame and turned heads every bit as much as in her stripper days. Now it was all saved for one person though - Mrs Doe was locked down and happy about it.

She admired herself in the mirror. Her toned legs were wrapped in black stockings, decorated with straps leading up to a garter belt gripping her tiny waist and flat abs. With no underwear on, her bare, tight slot was nicely framed. High, round tits that would grab people's attention, were currently under her half buttoned blouse. Amber's petite, slender build was coated in a lovely golden tan from a combination of sunbeds and regular holidays abroad.

Her long blonde hair exuded a sense of expensive and she regularly went to the salon to keep it that way. Her face still looked much the same as it did in her twenties - less worn down by worry, a better class of make up on.

She currently couldn't see much of her face though, covered as it was by James's hand in a rough grasp. He was stood behind her, also admiring the view - and the experience - of their frantic sex. While he clasped her mouth in one hand, his other arm was wrapped round her waist, clamping her too him as he jack hammered his cock into her pussy. Her toes didn't quite touch the floor, such was their height difference and his boundless energy.

He reached down and tore open the blouse, freeing her tits. Manhandling one, he grinned to himself in the mirror.

"Oh!" exclaimed Amber, all part of the act. His hand quickly returned to mute her mouth,

"Shut the fuck up, whore! You know how long I've wanted to do this?"

She didn't of course, as she couldn't be sure which part she was playing. He'd had a rough day at work but then it was all relative. 'Rough' in his job, at his level, was most people's dream. Still, Amber knew that she was wearing a blouse and had been wearing sexy workwear for a reason - she was a stand in for some fantasy he had about someone at work. A client maybe? A boss, or colleague?

"Think you're better than me cunt?" he grunted, before licking the side of his wife-toy's face. Well that definitely ruled out the subordinates, secretaries and interns.

It might seem degrading to indulge James's fantasies but this was all part of their unspoken arrangement. She'd given him a son, early on, and was a mother to both him and Belle. She got to live an amazingly comfortable life of leisure. She wanted for nothing. And in return she kept herself as the ultimate fuck-toy for him.

He loved her and, she found, she loved him too. In public her doted on her too, gave her anything she could want although she didn't get greedy. It was a marriage that worked.

In the privacy of the bedroom though, he got whatever he wanted. She even somewhat enjoyed it, fulfilling his every need and fantasy, knowing that he would never stray despite the temptations on offer. Ok, in bed he was often a little less than respectable but that was just for him to get off. So what if sometimes he reminded her of her 'trash-whore' past or called her a 'professional cock-tease'?

Truth is, they both got a thrill out of it.

Amber was currently a rag-doll-fuck-doll in James's arms as he hissed hateful words into her ear. She could feel his cock throbbing though and she wasn't surprised when he gasped a,

"I'm gonna put a fucking baby inside you Christine!" as he climaxed.

Slowly he relaxed and let her down, before slumping back to the bed. He'd be snoring within a minute or two, while she showered and changed into a more respectable - but still sexy - night gown. Idly Amber tried to remember if she'd met Christine or not but she felt no jealousy. She was damn good at what she did.

There was one place where she drew the line though. She had a wardrobe of lingerie, with more every month. She had costumes, often in multiple varieties, for sexy secretaries, nurses, maids, even a few from comic books and video games.

The one and only time she said no to James was when he asked her to dress up as a school girl. Maybe that would change now.

Belle had been sent to boarding school as soon as they'd got married. It had been a wrench for both mother and daughter but James had convinced her that it was best education available. And it was. Belle had quickly grown and thrived into a beautiful, smart young woman. She'd finished school with brilliant results and unrecognisable from the world she'd been born into, one she barely knew or remembered.

Now she was home for just one more month before she entered the world of university. Amber couldn't have been more proud. And now that Belle was out of school and no longer in uniform, maybe Amber's misgiving's about putting on a school uniform would be lessened.

To be clear, she'd never worried about James and Belle being inappropriate. He had always accepted her and perhaps he loved her in his own way. He was just a little stand-offish. Sending her away to boarding school hadn't helped. When their son Oliver arrived, he was more loving with him, although not exactly dad of the year. Oliver still ended up shipped out too.

Of course, like Amber they wanted for nothing either. It's just that James was too concerned with work and sex to have room for caring and nurturing. Still, he respected Belle's intellect and found he had more time for her now that she was an adult, capable on her own and with none of the childishness he despised.

Was it enough though? With only one month until her baby left the nest, Amber was consumed with worry. Belle loved her mum but, in truth, she didn't really respect her. And Amber could tell. Belle had no idea of the sacrifices and work her mother had gone through to get them to this point. Her past life was never discussed, so Belle only had hazy memories. Her family was never talked about, or spoken to either.

No, all Belle saw in her mum was an idle, cosseted woman, more concerned with her appearance than anything real or of value. Meanwhile Belle had grown into a sharp, strong woman - one that Amber was proud of but couldn't relate too.

On the flipside, Belle could respected James's achievements, success and intelligence. She just didn't have much love for him, and he for her. Amber worried that the combination would stop Belle feeling like she needed to come back once she left. How could Amber make up for lost time, make Belle feel like she always had a home to come back to?

All this was running through Amber's head as she showered, put on her slip and returned to the bedroom. James wasn't asleep though - their giant tv covering one wall was on and streaming porn. A breathless blue-eyed redhead was looking up into the camera, stroking the cock in front of her before diving back down to swallow it to the hilt. Her eyes watered up as she struggled to take the whole thing in.

James looked up at Amber, "Blowjob to send me to sleep love? I'm still wired."

She said nothing as she crawled onto the bed, reaching back to tie her hair up into a bun, before descending onto his crotch.