Double Life---Part 2
by Headhunter
(for Kathy B)



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Jen opened her eyes, turned the top light back on and reached for the 
sewing pins. It was going to be tricky pinning up her dress while 
sitting down, but she didn't want to get out of the car. The wind was 
blowing and it would mess up her teased hair.

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The wind was blowing in the parking lot on that day as well. As Jen 
and Mr. Jones stepped out of the building door the wind caught her 
skirt and whipped it up and open. Exposing her naked cunt to the 
parking lot. Fortunately Mr. Jones was walking next to Jen steering 
her towards his car by her elbow. And couldn't see her nakedness. Jen 
flushed as the breeze found her most intimate parts and actually 
moved the pubic hair on her now neatly trimmed mound. Jen's relief 
was short-lived however, from a far corner of the parking lot she 
heard the whoops and cheers of a group of teenaged boys who were 
using the near empty parking lot as a skateboard park.

Jones looked up at the boys, then looked down at Jen's blowing skirt 
and smiled. Jen tried to pull away from him and using her free arm 
grabbed at the flying material. He grasped her elbow more firmly and 
growled, "giving the boys a little show, Huh Jen. Let me call them 
over so they can get a better look. Looks like they are about half of 
your age 15 or 16. I'll bet they have never seen the charms of a 
beautiful woman like you except when they steal their father's 
'Playboy Magazine'. Don't pull away from me, I'm already mad at you 
and am just about ready to have you thrown in jail, so you behave and 
do as I say."

"Hey boys! Come on over here!" Jones called out.

The boys stopped dead in their tracks. Then most of the group ran out 
of the parking lot thinking that they were in trouble for 
trespassing. But three of the boys, the ones that looked the biggest 
and oldest, pushed their way towards the couple on their skateboards. 
Mr. Jones had led Jen to the passenger side of his big luxury car. 
The car was at her back, the building in front of her. The car mostly 
hid them from the cars passing on the road outside the parking lot. 
The three boys rolled up to Mr. Jones and Jen forming a semi-circle 
around them. Jen backed against the car door holding her blouse 
closed with one hand and her skirt closed with the other. Her eyes 
were wide with fear, but she said nothing.

The biggest of the boys said, "What you want, man? You got a problem 
with us boarding in this parking lot?"

Mr. Jones smiled, "No No boys. That's fine, I'm glad you skate board 
here. I want to keep nice young men like you off the streets. Letting 
you skate board here is my way of helping out. I just heard you 
yelling over there and I wanted a chance to meet you. And I wanted 
you to have a chance to meet this nice lady. My name is Mr. Jones and 
this is Mrs. Frost. She is very interested in young men, in fact if 
anyone every hassles you about skateboarding in this parking lot you 
just tell them that you are very goods friends with Mrs. Frost. She 
likes to see you boys here." Jen cast her eyes down fearful of what 
Mr. Jones might say.

"Man, we like to see her too. That's what we was joking about. That 
wind blew her skirt up and we could see everything", the youngest boy 
volunteered.

"What do you mean everything?", Mr. Jones asked, taking control of 
the situation. The teenaged boys looked at each other not sure of 
what to say.

"You know what he means, man!", the oldest boy replied.

Jones got a stern look on his face, "Don't call me man, call me Mr. 
Jones!", then his face softened and he said, "but you can call Mrs. 
Frost-- Jennifer. She really likes boys like you."

"Well we liked what we saw of um---um--Jennifer um---- um -- Mr. 
Jones." Jones smiled, "Tell me exactly what you saw, don't worry 
about using bad words boys, that OK with Jennifer and me. Isn't it 
Jen?"

In a whisper Jen replied, "Yes, that's OK." What was Mr. Jones 
doing?, Jen worried. She needed to get home to her family, but here 
she was standing in a parking lot being ogled by three teenagers.

"Well OK if you say so", the oldest boy replied. "We saw her-- you 
know ---her ---pussy." Mr. Jones let out a loud laugh. "You couldn't 
have seen much from way across the parking lot."

"No man,--- um I mean Mr. Jones. We saw it real clear. The wind blew 
her dress and we could see her brown pussy."

Jennifer was humiliated. As she clutched her clothes tightly, Mr. 
Jones and these dirty kids were talking and looking at her private 
parts. At the same time the fear and humiliation were tinged with a 
bit of insane excitement in the pit of her stomach. The excitement of 
not having control over what was happening.

"Well what do you think boys, is Jennifer a beautiful woman?" A 
chorus of yeahs went up from the boys. "You know boys, Jennifer is a 
lot older than you and she's married. She can't do anything that 
people would consider bad, but sometimes accidents happen, like when 
her skirt blew up. Would you like to see another accident? This time 
a lot closer?"

The boys were confused, but finally when Mr. Jones turned to Jen and 
said, "Hold your arms out to your sides", they and Jen knew what was 
to come.

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Jennifer folded her dress up, well above mid-thigh, and began 
fumbling with the pins trying to keep the new hem-line even. It was 
hard to get even while she was seated in the stationwagon.

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"No, Please," Jen whispered.

Mr. Jones stepped away from Jen and looking directly into her face 
said, "You know that you have to, you know that you want to. Besides 
it will be an accident. its not like your doing anything on purpose, 
it's just the wind. Beside these young men will really appreciate it 
and you know that you would do anything to be appreciated. You want 
to debase and humiliate yourself. Otherwise why would you be standing 
out here in a windy parking lot with us, with your clothes half 
unbuttoned, instead of home with your loving, boring husband and your 
kids? Do it now, Jen!"

Jen looked away from Mr. Jones and surrendered. Slowly, she ungripped 
her fingers and her arms rose away from her body until they were held 
to her side perpendicular to her body.

Mr. Jones saw a small dust devil wind heading across the parking lot 
towards them. It was getting closer, "The wind is almost here Jen, 
enjoy your humiliation this is part of your payback!"

Jones stood back and the boys inched closer. The first gust of wind 
caught Jen's skirt and flipped one side open, exposing her entire leg 
to the hip. In grasping the skirt so tightly Jen had caused another 
button to come loose, leaving only the top waist button and her belt 
holding the skirt together. As the wind swirled the other half of the 
skirt blew open. Jen was effectively naked from the waist down.

"Jezzz, look at that. I can see her pussy hair and every thing," one 
of the boys remarked. Mr. Jones also looked at the beautiful cunt, 
and his cock hardened in his pants. But for him the thrill of seeing 
Jen's nakedness was overshadowed by her willingness to display 
herself in front of him and the teenagers. He had stepped back and 
was enjoying watching the young boys watch the mature woman display 
herself.

Jen's face was still cast downward, but she could feel the young eyes 
boring into her exposed pussy. She could hear them muttering,"wow, 
look at that, I ain't never seen a real cunt before. Damn, I'm 
getting a hard-on!"

The words caught Jen by surprise and she instinctively stepped away 
from the voices, until her back was against the car. The wind died 
down, but her dress was caught between her and the car. She remained 
completely exposed and the boys edged a little closer.

Jones spoke in a fatherly tone, "Boys, this certainly is a nice 
accident isn't it? Do you see her brown pussy hair? Look closely can 
you see her red cunt lips? They are red because they are engorged 
with blood just like your hard cocks right now. being "accidentally" 
exposed in front of us has her excited. I'll bet that she is getting 
wet in there. What do you boys think?"

The question led to another round of comments from the teenagers, 
"looks soft, yeah, I'll bet she's wet. I wish I could see her slit 
better that hair gets in the way. Man, this is something."

Jen was frozen, Jones said, "Jen look at me." She raised her head, as 
she saw the leering boys, she could feel herself getting wet. She met 
Mr. Jones eyes. He spoke, "Jen, listen, you need to unbutton your 
blouse the rest of the way. We need to have another accident. I'm 
sure that it is the winds fault if your blouse blows open and these 
boys get to see your tits, don't you agree?"

He expected a protest, but Jen had surrendered to his will. She 
nodded dumbly and looking back she saw the now expectant faces of the 
boys looking at her. She brought one hand back to her body and 
unbuttoned the remaining buttons. She even pulled the blouse loose 
from the belt. Without Mr. Jones having to say a word she stretched 
her arm back out to her side. She stood silently, now looking into 
the eager young faces. Mr. Jones was beside himself, it was working. 
She was humiliating herself on his whim.

The blouse hung loose and open. A two inch expanse of Jen's soft 
white skin was visible between the shirt halves. Mr. Jones noted a 
soft rounding of her stomach. A stomach that was fairly flat for a 
mother of two. He could feel the wind picking up around him. He 
watched intently as the material covering Jen's 36-C breasts began to 
move.

*****

She had the skirt pinned up and knew that she had to get moving. She 
was late, and Mr. Jones would be mad. It would probably be worse for 
her now. But she had to take care of her family. He had to understand 
that.

But deep inside a voice cried out that Jen was being late on purpose. 
Not to help her family or to avoid the situation, but because she 
wanted it to be worse.

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The wind began to blow hard. Without warning the blouse opened 
completely. Mr. Jones caught a gasp in his throat. He appreciated a 
beautiful woman, and Mrs. Jennifer Frost was even more beautiful than 
he had imagined, all of those days he had been undressing her 
mentally. The reality was even better than the fantasy.

The boys began to hoot and cheer again. "All right Mrs. Frost, um --
Jennifer. Nice titties. They are even bigger than Sara Brown's in the 
11th grade."

"I'm looking at a naked woman, wow!"

"Damn, I got to beat-off," said the smallest and Jen assumed the 
youngest of the boys.

In a flash the young boys jeans were around his knees and his hand 
was a blur stroking a youthful penis.

Jen felt weak in the knees and the oldest boy reached out his had and 
lightly touched a pale pink nipple. Mr. Jones watched in ecstasy, Jen 
the proper wife and mother was completely exposed, a young man 
playing with himself looking at her, while another lightly strummed 
the humiliated woman's nipple. Jones noted with satisfaction that 
both of Jen's nipples were wrinkled and rock hard. She is really into 
this, he thought.

As for Jen for the first time in her life men other than her husband 
were seeing her naked. A strange hand was touching her breast. She 
couldn't do anything about it. She felt used and debased. Exposed to 
men, boys really, like a cheap whore in a dirty parking lot. How 
could she be in this situation? The oldest boy was becoming braver 
and roughly grabbed and squeezed both of Jen teardropped shaped tits.

"Hey Mr. Jones is it Ok if we fuck this bitch, ---I mean --um --
Jennifer?" the boy mauling Jen's breasts asked?

Snapped out of his voyeuristic trance, Mr. Jones realized that things 
were getting a bit heated, "No, boys like I said this was just an 
accident, we have to go!"

The oldest boy responded without taking his hands off of Jen, "Hey, I 
could accidentally fall down on top of her and my cock could 
accidentally slip into her, you know!" Mr. Jones stepped forward and 
opened the car door. As he steered Jen into the passenger seat he 
said, "that's it boys we have to go, enjoy the skate boarding."

Jones drove his car away, leaving the three boys standing in the 
parking lot, one still furiously playing with himself. Jen sat in the 
passenger seat, her clothes clutched together and began to sob.

"Now, Now Mrs. Frost, that wasn't so bad. After all exposing yourself 
may have made you feel like a cheap slut, but think how much the boys 
and I enjoyed looking at you. I'll bet nobody except your husband has 
seen your great body. You don't have the right to hide your charms 
from all of the adoring men out their. In fact, you should submit to 
men and their desire to see your beauty." Jen was still sobbing and 
only partially heard Mr. Jones words. "Button your clothes Jen we are 
at the mall and its time to go shopping."

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Jen started her family stationwagon and pulled back onto the road. 
She mentally clicked off all the instructions she was to follow. Yes! 
she had done everything she was supposed to, now in just a few short 
minutes she would be at Mr. Jones' house. The rain had let up and 
Jennifer daydreamed as she drove.

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At the Mall, Mr. Jones had taken Jennifer directly into a "Victoria's 
Secrets" store. He announced that "his woman needed some sexy 
underthings. And generally tried to humiliate Jennifer at every 
opportunity. He talked with the attractive middle-aged sales woman, 
not allowing Jennifer to say a word. He talked about her body as if 
she were a piece of meat that wasn't even present. The most 
humiliating was when he said she needed to buy five sets of sexy 
panties, bras, garters and stockings --- for each day of the work 
week. She needed five for him her boss, she certainly didn't need any 
for the weekends or her husband's enjoyment. Mr. Jones made it very 
clear to anyone in hearing range that Jennifer was his plaything.

The sales woman determined that Jennifer was 36-C - 26 - 38. She 
complemented Jennifer on keeping her shape after Jones announced that 
his sexy companion was a mother and somebody else's wife. Mr. Jones 
made all of the selections without showing them to Jen. The bill was 
over two hundred dollars. Mr. Jones twisted the knife further by 
pulling out the cash to pay for them but then requiring Jennifer to 
put the purchases on her and Bill's credit card. Mr. Jones gave 
Jennifer the cash, but she wouldn't be able to hide the charge from 
her husband. "I wonder how you'll lie to your family about that 
charge," stated Mr. Jones as they walked out of the Mall. Jennifer 
had already determined to tell her husband that it was a wedding 
shower gift from people in her office and she had collected the 
money. The lies were beginning to come very easily.

Mr. Jones dropped Jen off at her car. As she got out he handed her 
one of the five bags they had purchased. "Wear these tomorrow. I 
can't wait to see you in in some real sexy things."

Jennifer drove to her house quickly. She wanted to be in the safety 
of her home. It wasn't until she was pulling into her driveway that 
she remembered that she didn't have on a bra and panties and the only 
things she had were in the bag next to her. The way her well endowed 
chest bounced she would not be able to hide the fact that she was 
braless from Bill. She quickly slipped the "Victoria's Secrets bag 
under the driver's seat. She found the blanket they kept in the car 
for the kids to rest on, and entered the house carrying it clutched 
to her breasts.

Jennifer quickly said her hello's to her family, said that the 
blanket needed washing and excused herself to the bathroom. She had 
made it, no questions asked. She realized that her family was so 
trusting of her as a wife and mother that she really wouldn't have 
much trouble covering her tracks until Mr. Jones got tired of his 
games. She just had to make sure that she acted as normally as 
possible.
