The Secret Of Mrs Jean Pettigrew - Chapter 8

Dave’s email to Jean with instruction for their next rendezvous was very brief and to the point.

To: Jean Pettigrew

From: DG999@personalmail.co.uk

Subject: For the urgent personal attention of Mrs JPettigrew- Instructions for your “repeat performance”

Dear Mrs Pettigrew

1.       You will arrive in the same parking space at precisely 4pm on Friday.

2.       You will sound your horn twice to announce your arrival.

3.       You will wear black hold up stockings and high heeled shoes and no other clothing.  You may wear a coat over this which MUST beremoved as soon as you sound your horn upon arrival.

4.       You will shave off all your pubic hair.

5.       You will put on bright red lipstick and you will also apply it on your nipples

6.       You will await further instructions on arrival.

Failure to follow any of these instructions to the letterwill result in my video being sent to your family, church, and employer. 

Jean’s immediate reaction to the email was almost comical.  I will have to go shopping.  No bright red lipstick or hold upstockings.  The one aspect which suddenly caused her most alarm was having to shave her pussy.  She had never done that and, perhaps more alarmingly, how would she explain it to her husband, when for years she had repeatedly said she found it distasteful.  It wa salso very inconvenient for her to be out of the house at 4pm on Friday as shewas expecting her daughter Victoria home for the weekend and dinner would needto be prepared!  The alternative of notcomplying was too dreadful to contemplate so over the next 24 hours she prepared herself in readiness for her “performance”.

Purchasing the stockings and lipstick was easy enough butshaving her vulva bare was another matter entirely.  On Friday, she retreated to her bathroom armedwith scissors, a razor and mild shaving cream. Trimming it down to a neat fuzzwith the scissors was straightforward enough. As she lathered the shaving cream around her lips and between her legs she felt a twinge of disgust at the thought of turning her vulva into that of a schoolgirl or porn star.  Finding all thestray hair between her legs and around her labia was a task which proved awkwardwith an unfamiliar razor but as she rinsed off in the shower and looked atherself in the mirror, she was satisfied she had complied with hisdemands.  It was a peculiar feeling to her as the moist air from the shower found its way into her folds and clitoris.  Looking at herself was a strange experience too.  She had never seen her exposedvulva close up and examining it for any stray hairs brought on familiar desires as her fingers parted her lips.  Theywere moistening rapidly!  Had she not had more worrying things on her mind, she would undoubtedly have continued toexplore and stimulate herself, but time was running out and she preparedherself as instructed.  Covering her nipples with the lipstick produced similar mixed emotions as shavingherself.  On the one hand, disgust at having to degrade herself, but on the other, they were hard and ready followingher arousal.  She knew one thing for certain about her blackmailer.  He,surely it must be a male she thought, seemed to have an uncanny knack for knowingthings he asked her to do would appal her sense of dignity.  Sliding on the holdup thigh highs asinstructed, she slipped into a pair of high heels and stood up to look atherself in the mirror. She thought she looked like a prostitute just about to earna few quid in some sleazy bar. But then that was what he wanted her to feel,she knew that well enough.

She walked downstairs to grab her coat and make a quickexit to the car. The reality of what she was doing had somehow been put to theback of her mind while she got ready as instructed but now the full impact wasreturning and her knees felt weak on the stairs. As she reached the bottomstep, her world fell apart in another way. The front door opened and there stoodher daughter Victoria. Jean nearly vomited on the spot in shock and shame andall she could focus on was her daughter screaming MOTHER!!  at the site in front of her….