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 J
Pettigrew- 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 letter
will 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 up
stockings.  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 she
was expecting her daughter Victoria home for the weekend and dinner would needto be prepared!  The alternative of not
complying 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 but
shaving her vulva bare was another matter entirely.  On Friday, she retreated to her bathroom armed
with scissors, a razor and mild shaving cream. Trimming it down to a neat fuzz
with 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 the
stray hair between her legs and around her labia was a task which proved awkward
with an unfamiliar razor but as she rinsed off in the shower and looked at
herself in the mirror, she was satisfied she had complied with his
demands.  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 exposed
vulva close up and examining it for any stray hairs brought on familiar desires as her fingers parted her lips.  They
were moistening rapidly!  Had she not had more worrying things on her mind, she would undoubtedly have continued to
explore and stimulate herself, but time was running out and she prepared
herself as instructed.  Covering her nipples with the lipstick produced similar mixed emotions as shaving
herself.  On the one hand, disgust at having to degrade herself, but on the other, they were hard and ready following
her 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 knowing
things he asked her to do would appal her sense of dignity.  Sliding on the holdup thigh highs as
instructed, she slipped into a pair of high heels and stood up to look at
herself in the mirror. She thought she looked like a prostitute just about to earn
a 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 quick
exit to the car. The reality of what she was doing had somehow been put to the
back of her mind while she got ready as instructed but now the full impact was
returning and her knees felt weak on the stairs. As she reached the bottom
step, her world fell apart in another way. The front door opened and there stood
her daughter Victoria. Jean nearly vomited on the spot in shock and shame and
all she could focus on was her daughter screaming MOTHER!!  at the site in front of her….