Forbidden Lessons

By V.F. Richards

When a young housewife and school teacher is lured into a lesbian fling in Las Vegas by her husband she has no idea it will lead her into a world of erotic adventure. Naive Trish soon finds herself the willing protege of a demanding mistress and her life is turned upside down as she discovers a world she never knew and submits to men and women alike.

• Language: English
• Publisher: V.F. Richards
• Release date: Dec 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9780463209776

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Forbidden Lessons

By V. F. Richards

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Copyright 2010 V. F. Richards

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Forbidden Lessons

Chapter 1

She was nothing short of cute as hell when she was half in the bag. A petite brunette with perfect curves and classic features, she was packed into the sexy black cocktail dress and swaying slightly on her barstool. At the moment, she was taking deep breaths and trying to recover from a case of the hiccups.

You have to hold your breath, her husband, Simon, explained.

Trish took a gulp of air and held it in for a few seconds before her body jerked forward and another quiet hiccup was released. She brought her hand to her mouth and giggled.

Take a long drink, her husband suggested, handing her a glass of champagne.

Without thinking, Trish took it and threw it back, finishing it off in two swallows. Simon smiled. The night was going exactly as he had hoped.

It was their first visit to Las Vegas and so far it was everything Simon had dreamed it would be. He’d even managed to win almost eight hundred dollars on the black jack table but if things continued as planned it would be the second best part of the night.

His plan was a simple one in three phases. First off he wanted to get his wife to Las Vegas and show her a good time. A night on the town in the city of lights was a sure way to get her dolled up and dressed in a sexy outfit, something she wasn’t prone to do.

The first part of the plan had worked out perfectly. His hot little wife was filling out the black cocktail dress like a super model. Her ample cleavage was exposed much more than usual and every curve of her figure showed through the flimsy material. Her legs looked spectacular under the short, tight fitting hemline and wrapped in black stockings, her perfect thighs and calves looking like they were painted black. The high heels brought out every muscle in her legs, adding to the look, even though she was having trouble walking in them and had spent much of the night on his arm for support.

The second part of his plan was working as well. This phase required him to get her drunk on champagne. Mission accomplished.

As a rule, Trish was a conservative person, a school teacher by trade. She usually chose to hide her assets under long skirts and loose fitting tops, flat comfortable shoes. Her conservatism crossed over into every aspect of her life and it was rare that he ever got her to really cut loose and get a little crazy. Her idea of a good time was grading papers with a glass of wine. On the rare occasions she was drunk on wine or champagne this sometimes changed. From the way she was slurring her words and weaving on the barstool, Simon guessed she was well on her way to where he wanted her. He ordered another bottle of champagne. She argued an entire bottle was too much but he insisted.

If you don’t finish it we’ll take it up to the room.

This seemed to appease her.

The third phase of the plan was the most important part. This was the part where, after he got her good and loaded, he would take her back up to their hotel room and take full advantage of her condition and beautiful body. It’s not that she was a prude when it came to sex but he was looking for something more tonight. He wasn’t looking for the sweet little school teacher who spread her legs and allowed him to have his way with her. Tonight he wanted a crazy slut he could do anything he wanted to.

One of Simon’s deepest and darkest fantasies had always been to make a homemade porno. He knew there was no way his good girl wife would ever go for it so he decided to take matters in his own hands. He’d planned their entire vacation around this goal.

Before they’d gone out he’d already planted the small digital camcorder on top of the dresser, facing the bed and camouflaged under some clothes. With the first two phases of his plan completed, all he had to do was turn on the camera and let the show begin.

The champagne, of course, was the most important part of the plan. Without it she would never let go of her inhibitions and become the woman he wanted her to become. With it she became friendly and flirty, chatty and silly, most of all horny. Everything was going according to plan.

They were at the hotel bar, kicking back some drinks, Simon enjoying the looks his wife was getting from the other men in the room. Trish was oblivious to them, chatting away, trying hard to stay planted on her stool.

Sitting next to Trish at the bar was another beautiful woman. She looked to be in her early twenties and she was wearing a low cut red dress even more revealing then Trish’s. It hugged her perfect little frame and went down just far enough to cover the essentials and left almost the entire length of her legs exposed. The top of it was cut even lower than Trish’s and her large breasts seemed to be spilling out of it. She was wearing heels that put Trish’s to shame and shear silky stockings with the top edge barley showing under the hem of her dress.

The girl was thin and taller than Trish, not quite as curvy, and she had the face of a glamour model with long amber hair teased out around it.

The champagne was kicking in pretty good. You could tell by the way Trish was speaking and by the way she swayed on her stool when she spoke, struggling to keep herself straight. The friendly, chatty effects of the champagne were working their magic.

Trish turned and leaned toward the pretty young girl beside her and said, Would you like some champagne? I have a whole bottle and I’ll never finish it.

The girl smiled. Why yes, I would.

The bartender brought over an extra glass and the two girls got to talking. They began with complimenting each other on their dresses, their hair and their shoes. At one point they each held their feet up, side by side, comparing shoes and giving the room the most wonderful view of their long firm legs. Trish was oblivious to the fact every man in the bar was checking them out, the red head, not so much. The two were really hitting it off.

The young girl’s name was Ashley and she seemed very nice and friendly, all cuteness aside. She certainly took a liking to Trish. She kept telling her how beautiful she was and running her fingers through her hair. Trish was returning the compliments. Every once in awhile the girl would place her hand on Trish’s leg, while in conversation, and leave it there for a few seconds, accentuating a point.

This point was not lost on Simon and his imagination was going wild with every touch, watching intently the young girl’s thin hand on Trish’s shapely leg. Trish didn’t seem to notice anything odd about it and kept talking away.

At one point, Trish excused herself to go to the ladies room. She took a couple of steps before realizing that, between the champagne and the heels, she was never going to make it. She stopped and held onto the back of a barstool, attempting to balance herself as she slipped her pumps off. After she removed her shoes and with them dangling in her fingers by the straps, she went running off across the carpet in her stocking feet. Both Ashley and Simon watched the cute scene as the inebriated girl made her way out of the room, stumbling a bit as she went.

You’re wife is really beautiful, Ashley said.

I know.

I hear you won some money tonight, are you a gambling man?

Yeah, I like to play the odds.

How about a five hundred dollar bet with me?

What kind of bet?

I’ll bet you five hundred dollars I can seduce your wife.

Simon didn’t know what to say, he was stunned. The girl was as sexy as his wife and at least ten years younger, maybe more. Delightful, naughty visions began to dance around in his head.

You invite me back up to your room for a nightcap and I’ll take it from there, Ashley explained.

If I have five hundred dollars on the line, why would I help by inviting you upstairs?

Ashley grinned back at him. There was something devilish in her smile. I think this is a bet you’re going to want to lose. After all, you get to watch.

She had a point. What are the conditions?

By the end of the evening she’ll be naked and I’ll have her eating out of my hand, among other places. If not, I owe you 500 big ones.

Ground rules?

You are a spectator. No helping one way or the other and no joining in. Just sit back and enjoy the show.

Simon had to think about it for all of two seconds. Ok, deal. They shook on it The bet was on and Simon could hardly wipe the smile from his face.

Trish was barely back when Simon ordered another bottle of champagne and announced that they were returning to the room. He turned to Ashley. We’ve got plenty of champagne if you’d like to stop up for a nightcap. Trish thought it was an excellent idea and she insisted Ashley join them.

The three of them went up to the room.

There weren’t enough chairs so Simon took the one off to the side, Trish sat on the corner of the bed and Ashley took the one from the desk and pulled it up in front of her new friend. They continued to talk, Ashley paying close attention as Trish went on about this and that.

Simon, at one point, went over to the bureau on the pretext of emptying his pockets and managed to turn the camera on. It was camouflaged under some clothes and what not and neither girl noticed. He took $500 from his winnings and set it aside, hoping he would be paying off later.

Trish kicked off her shoes and rubbed her feet together, stretching out her legs.

Are the shoes hurting you? Ashley asked.

A little…

Ashley leaned over and took Trish by the ankles, lifting her legs and setting the woman’s feet in her lap. Trish was a little shocked and went to pull them back but Ashley held them in place.

I’m a massage therapist, she explained. It’s what I do.

This seemed to relax Trish some and she sat back, leaning on her arms and letting the young girl rub her feet. Trisha sober would never let any stranger touch her like that but she had a pretty good buzz going and it was obvious she was enjoying her foot rub. Before long she was acting as if it were perfectly normal and was going on and on, telling Ashley about her job back home and of some of her favorite students.

She had set her glass on the floor by the bed and Ashley stopped for a moment, picking it up and refilling it, handing it to the already drunk woman. Trish downed it straight back and gave the empty glass back with a giggle.

Ashley began to massage around her ankles and slightly up the leg, her long fingers rubbing at Trish’s soft skin. I know how those heels can be. They look great but they’re murder on your legs. She had worked her way up and was massaging Trish’s calves.

It was a sexy sight, the hot little girl, almost fifteen years younger than Trish, fondling her legs. Simon was getting pretty turned on.

You’re so tense, Ashley said. When’s the last time you had a massage?

I’m lucky enough to have a husband who gives me back rubs whenever I want.

That’s great but when was the last time you had a professional massage?

Trish shrugged her thin shoulders. I’ve never had a professional massage.

You have to be kidding. How could you never spoil yourself like that?

Trish looked a little confused, like she wasn’t sure how to answer, like it had never occurred to her before. I don’t know. I just never did.

Ashley lifted Trish’s legs off her lap and let them fall back to the floor. Next she picked up Trish’s glass and filled it again, standing up as she did. Get up, she ordered.

Trish complied. Ashley handed her the glass and Trish took a sip.

We’re going to fix that right now, Ashley explained.

That’s really not necessary. Trish answered with a slur in her voice.

Nonsense, you’re going to love it. It’s the most heavenly thing you can imagine.

I don’t think so.

Trust me, Trish; it’s the most relaxing thing you’ll ever experience.

Trish looked over to Simon. He hadn’t said a word in ages. She gave him a ‘what do you think?’ kind of look. He nodded back his acknowledgement that it seemed like a good idea.

Well, maybe just a quick one… She put the glass to her lips and began to take a small sip. Ashley reached over and tilted the glass up by the bottom, causing Trish to drink down more than she had planned on.

You’re going to feel like a new woman when I’m finished with you. Now, take off your dress.

Trish almost choked in mid swallow. What?

You really haven’t had a massage before, have you?

Trish’s eyes were kind of wide and you could see she was fighting through the alcohol haze, trying to piece together what was happening.

You can’t expect me to give you a massage in that dress. I’m a professional masseuse.

His wife looked back to Simon for support, no doubt hoping he could clarify the situation. He wasn’t sure what to say.

She’s a professional masseuse, He decided on.

Trish paused for a few long moments, weighing her options in her mind. She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed and confused with what was going on. At this point Simon figured it was 50/50 odds the bet could go either way.

After a long and awkward hesitation, she slowly reached behind her and began to unzip the back of her dress. As the zipper went down, the dress began to collapse past her shoulders and fall down the front of her. When she had it unzipped completely, she brought her arms back around and let them drop to her sides, the little black cocktail dress falling the rest of the way off and landing in a pile around her ankles. She stepped out of it and stood standing in front of young Ashley, awaiting further instructions.

His sexy little wife had never looked more gorgeous. Ashley stood a good four inches taller, still in her heels. Trish was in bra, panties and stockings, her petite body curvy and perfect. The bra was white and frilly, the front straps and cups protruding forward and holding up her sizable endowment. She wasn’t fond of thongs, as she didn’t care for the strings running up her ass, and she preferred tight white panties cut low on the top that hugged her hips, with lacy fringe at the bottom where her perfect little butt cheeks peeked out.

She was standing with her hands joined in front of her, arms extended. Her knees were pressed together with her legs turned slightly in and she was trying to keep herself from swaying, the after effect of all the champagne she’d had.

What do you want me to do now? she asked in a timid voice.

This was the moment when Simon knew he was out 500 bucks. He couldn’t have been happier about it.

Ashley knelt down in front of her new friend and reached over to the top of the stocking on Trish’s left thigh. She took it in both hands and began working it down the leg, rolling it the length of Trish’s thigh. This caught Trish off guard and she pulled her leg back, off balance and confused.

What are you doing?

She was swaying a bit too much, barely able to keep herself upright and she had to place her hands on Ashley’s shoulders to keep her self from falling over.

Ashley looked up at her with wide innocent eyes. You don’t expect me to massage you with these on, do you?

Trish turned back to Simon. There was a pink blush on her cheeks and her eyes were glassy and confused. Her husband shrugged his shoulders.

She’s a professional, Trish. She knows what she’s doing, he said.

Trish bit her lower lip for a second, considering what to do before relaxing her stance and allowing the girl to continue. Ashley proceeded to roll the stocking down the length of her lovely leg, Trish’s hands on the girl’s shoulders for balance. When the stocking was at her ankle, she lifted her foot and pointed her toes, allowing Ashley to slip it off. The process was repeated on the right leg, Trish still bracing herself with the girl’s shoulders and looking down, watching herself being undressed.

When her stockings were off Ashley stood back up and guided her over to the bed, instructing her to lye face down. While Trish settled in, Ashley kicked off her heels and peeled off the red dress. She was wearing a matching lace bra and thong panty, shear stockings without garters on her long legs. Her body was thin and strong with a small tight bottom and full healthy breasts. Trish wasn’t looking and didn’t realize the younger woman had gotten undressed.

The young girl climbed up onto the bed and crawled up to Trish where she straddled herself across her back, her knees tucked up under her at the older woman’s sides. She began to caress her shoulders.

The discomfort and confusion were gone and Trish looked very relaxed. Her hands were overlapping and folded up under her head, a makeshift pillow, her head facing Simon, her eyes closed. Her body was taught and straight, smooth even lines running down her, down to her long slender legs, side by side and close together, her toes pointed out.

Ashley worked on her shoulders and neck for awhile before moving down to her back. With her left hand she continued to rub at the shoulder blades and with her right she reached down and unfastened the bra, springing it loose.

Trish’s body jumped slightly when she felt her bra come free. Startled and puzzled, she opened her eyes, looking back behind her and catching a glimpse of the pretty young girl in under garments. Trish was visibly unsettled but she laid her head back down, her eyes wide open and perplexed, her little feet twitching nervously against each other.

Her masseuse ignored Trish’s trepidation like she hadn’t noticed and peeled the straps away from her shoulders, continuing to work on her back. She was all business, rubbing away at Trish’s shoulder blades and stiff muscles. The brassiere was all but off, the sides of her round breasts pressed up under her, making them appear fuller than usual, her body taught and tense.

Whatever Ashley was doing to her must have felt pretty darn good as Trish’s face began to relax again and a lost, distant look overtook her features. Maybe it was a mix of the massage and the alcohol but she began to drift away, lost in the pleasure she was receiving. Every once in awhile she would make a quiet purring sound and it was obvious she was enjoying the young girl’s hands on her body.

Ashley stopped for a moment and dismounted the other woman’s back. She turned