We left off the first story of Steve and Yvonne after Yvonne talked with the children and told her husband, Rob, that she was going to be serving as a sex slave for a full five months. Yvonne and Steve went back into the kitchen for a cup of tea and Steve said “Five months? Are you really ready to live here with me for five months?”

Yvonne replied “If you’ll have me that long.” Steve smiled and said “Back to bed with you before you change your mind.” Her reply was flippant, “What’s wrong with the kitchen table?” She stood up then sat on the table and leaned back on her elbows allowing Steve’s shirt to fall open exposing her breasts. Steve stood and grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them off. Just as he was about to plunge his cock into her wet, waiting pussy he said

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Yvonne replied

“Ask me anything.” Steve then said

“Have you ever posted pornographic stories on the internet?”

You may want to read the full story, “Yvonne” by Steve Briton to before reading the following fourth installment. Installments two and three (“Yvonne and Steve go to Mexico (Hidden Beach)” and “Yvonne and Steve in Florida (Haulover and Trapeze)” are as yet, unpublished. If reviews of the following are favorable, I’ll post them.

The five months flew by. Yvonne kept her job at the office and saw her children every Saturday afternoon and every Wednesday evening, except when she and Steve were traveling. She rarely saw Rob and spoke with him as seldom as possible. When she did speak with Rob she tormented him with sharp barbs and comments over his gambling her away and into being sold as a sex slave in payment of his gambling debts. “Yes, he fucks me every day.” “Yes, his cock is a bit bigger than yours, but not so big as to hurt me.”

Steve treated Yvonne like a queen. They played tennis regularly and worked out together at the gym. Yvonne lost every extra ounce she had ever gained and soon had the body of a women half her age. Steve gave her money to have her hair and nails done. Steve bought lots of nice clothes for Yvonne. Tight sexy gym outfits, professional attire to wear to work, a wicked weasel for the beach and a nearly transparent monokini for their beach holidays. They made love often, and Yvonne nearly always had at least three (or more) orgasms. As the five months neared its end Yvonne wrestled with what to do. With Rob and the kids thinking she was sold into being a sex slave for five months, she didn’t know how to “truthalize” her story. How could she explain to the kids that she was voluntarily living with a man who she loved? A man who had paid £200,000 for the right to have her as his sex slave for one day and then set her free with no obligation? That she had stayed with Steve because it was what she wanted to do. Yvonne worried about her children and her feelings of guilt grew by the day, by the hour. Rob begged her to forgive him, begged her to try to put their marriage back together.

Finally, the day her fake servitude was due to end Yvonne told Steve “We have to talk. Steve. I have to tell you something, to try to explain what I have to do. Oh, Steve, you know I love you. You have treated me better than anyone ever has in my entire life. Maybe I’m stupid, maybe that’s because you have fucked my brains out so wonderfully well” she said with a half laugh. “Oh, Steve! If it wasn’t for the children…dammit. I feel guilty for abandoning my marriage, guilty if I abandon you, guilty if I don’t go back to my old life as a wife and mother. I’m miserable.”

Steve listened for a long time as Yvonne went on and on. Finally he said “Yvonne, do whatever you think is best, whatever you need to do.” Yvonne finally told him that she had to go back to her old life, that she had no choice, that she was obligated. Steve reassured her “Yvonne, I love you. I love you enough to stay with you forever and I love you enough to let you go. But you have to understand that I can’t live like a yo yo. If you leave me, if you go back to Rob, it’s final. I can’t endure waiting to find out if it will work out for you and your husband or not, waiting to find out if you will come back to me. If you leave, it’s over.”

Yvonne cried and cried. Steve held her gently in his arms, then he kissed her on the forehead and Yvonne walked out to her car, never turning back as Steve watched her go. Steve felt more empty that he had since Nancy had died more than a year and a half before. Yvonne cried all the way home. She parked a block away from her home and dried her eyes and tried to gain her composure. Finally she slowly drove the last block, parked, and walked into her house. Rob was at the kitchen table.

“Hello” Yvonne said.

Rob replied “Hi, Yvonne. How are you” They engaged in small talk for a while, but it was as if they were barely acquaintances. There was no emotional connection. The kids were out with friends. After a while they turned on the telly and watched some old rerun in silence. The kids came home and spent a few minutes with Yvonne before going to their rooms to talk with friends and surf the net. Yvonne went through the motions feeling empty and lonely even when Rob and the kids were in the room. Day after day, week after week Yvonne moved through each day much as the day she returned home. Then one Friday evening the kitchen sink clogged up.

“Rob, the water won’t go down the sink. It’s clogged. “

“Yvonne, you know I’m not good at home repair, especially plumbing. Just call a plumber” replied Rob. Yvonne called six plumbers before she found one who could come the next day. When the morrow rolled around Rob was out at his gambler’s anonymous meeting and the children were out with friends. The doorbell rang and Yvonne answered to find a fat, unshaven man in greasy overalls with a handsome young man wearing shorts at his side.

“You called for a plumber, ‘mam?”

“Yes” Yvonne replied. “It’s the kitchen sink, in here.” She led them though the house to the kitchen. The younger man was carrying a tool box. The older man looked under the sink and grunted.

“Have at it boy. I’ll be in the truck having a smoke.” said the older man as he walked back to the front door. The younger man put his tool box down and got down on the floor. He was not much older than Yvonne’s son, and cute as could be. He had a boyish grin and a dimple in his cheek. He laid on his back and wriggled back under the sink.

“Do you have a bucket or a pan handy, ‘mam.” The young man said. “I could go to the truck and get one.”

Yvonne said “No. I mean, Yes, I have a bucket, you don’t need to go to the truck.” Yvonne fetched a bucket and passed it to the young man. His shorts were short and as he wriggled around they rode up and his balls spilled out. He appeared not to notice, so Yvonne said nothing. Damn. He had big balls. Yvonne and Rob had tried to make love a few times. It was perfunctory and unsatisfying for Yvonne. She didn’t realize how horny she was until she saw those beautiful young balls hanging out of the leg of the shorts of the young plumber. Yvonne was speechless. She just looked,and licked her lips.

The plumber started to talk. “I’m just an apprentice. Mr. Smith, he’s the master plumber. You will be paying him book rate for this job. He will inspect my work after I am done and then write you up a bill. I have another two years before I get my certification.” Yvonne just stared at the young balls hanging out of the young man’s shorts and tried to stop shaking. She finally excused herself and went off to her bedroom to change clothes.

In her bedroom Yvonne ran a brush through her hair and quickly applied some lipstick.