The Submissive Housewife, page 1
The Submissive Housewife
By JJ Argus
Copyright 2017
electronic edition
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.
Chapter One
Emily groaned and rubbed the small of her back. Unpacking was so much more work than packing! The place was worth it, though. It was a large, four bedroom with big picture windows, a pool and fenced in yard on a quiet street in a gated community.
Greg had claimed it was a steal, because the previous owners had to leave quickly. They’d had a fight over it because he’d bought it without her even seeing it! But when she did see it she lost all her mad, amazed at what their limited money had bought.
She was going to be spending a lot of time at home the next few years with her nine month old daughter Melissa, so a big house with a pool was a godsend. She was in her bikini now, having taken an early dip in the pool, then spent a lazy twenty minutes relaxing before tackling more of the unpacking. It was hard work, especially in her lousy shape, but the sore muscles from yesterday just gave her more inspiration to work harder at getting her old body back.
She’d lost the fat, at least, but she was still soft from sitting around. She just hadn’t had enough energy to exercise the way she needed to, nor, with Melissa to look after, did she really have the time now.
It was amazing how much time a baby took up! And it wasn’t like she was at college any more, and able to drop by the gym between classes. The nearest gym to their previous condo had been miles out of her way. Now there was room for an exercise room, and she was going to go out and get some equipment soon.
The door bell rang, and at first she ignored it. She wasn’t expecting company, and was in her bikini. It was probably someone trying to sell her something, or beg for money. But then she remembered, they were in a gated community now.
Frowning, she went to the door and looked through the peep hole. A tall blonde stood there, holding some sort of tray. It must be one of the neighbors, and she was certainly not presentable! On the other hand, if she refused to answer the door - and they probably knew she was home - she could get a reputation as anti-social.
She bit her lip with indecision, then opened the door a little.
“Uhm, hello,” she said uncertainly.
The woman was six inches taller and a decade older than her. She had a statuesque body, which was easily displayed by her tight tank top and short, low slung shorts, and her face was, if not pretty, certainly handsome from what Emily could see below the big, wraparound sunglasses.
“Well hi there!” the woman said, revealing a mouth full of perfect teeth. “You must be Emily!”
She thrust her hand forward, and there was little Emily could do but take it, and have her arm pumped rapidly and enthusiastically up and down.
I’m Karen, from across the street! Welcome to the neighborhood!”
“Well uhm, thanks!” Emily said. “I’m uhm, not exactly presentable…”
Karen let go of her hand and waved her apologies away. “Oh honey, we’ve all been there,” she said, pushing past her and walking into the house.
“You’ve made pretty darn good progress from where I’m standing,” she said. “But you could probably use some energy food.”
She pulled the lid off her tray and revealed a chocolate cake.
“Oh my, well, thank you!” Emily said, taking it from her.
“Honey, those of us who stay at home have the luxury to eat what we want without worrying about every calorie,” Karen said with a broad grin.
“Not me,” Emily said, walking into the kitchen with the tray as Karen followed. “I’m still trying to lose the last of the baby fat.”
“You look like it’s already lost, honey,” Karen said. “Nice ass there.”
She slapped Emily’s bottom lightly, startling the younger woman, then dropped heavily into a chair at the kitchen table.
“You look in pretty good shape for a chocolate cake eating woman,” Emily said.
Karen laughed and pulled off the sunglasses, revealing bright blue eyes.
“I’ve got a home gym you wouldn’t believe, honey,” she said. “And a trainer who comes over twice a week. You should join us! He’s due tomorrow.”
“Oh, well, I don’t know. I mean, I have my daughter.”
“Bring her along! I home school my kids, and my oldest is seventeen. She’ll be fine! Where is the little darling anyway?
That led to twenty minutes with Melissa, and child care talk. Karen was an brash woman, but seemed quite friendly and almost too open. Emily had met her type before, but not quite to the same degree. Karen seemed outgoing to a fault, impossible to embarrass, and took everything in stride. She had no shyness about talking about anything, and didn’t seem to notice Emily’s own discomfort.
“You have to work those pubic muscles, remember,” she said, about her own pregnancy. “Having a big headed kid come down that tight little sleeve of yours stretches you out some! Oh boy was I howling! But afterwards, you need to work on your vaginal muscles so you’ll be good and tight again for your man.”
She laughed and slapped Emily on the back. “My Joe wants to put his little head in there, not his big one!”
“Uhm, yeah,” Emily said, blushing.
She hadn’t really thought about those types of exercises, but now she wondered. She was going to have to check the internet.
They wandered out back, and sat on the edge of the chaise lounges facing the pool.
“You should think about getting this place landscaped,” she said. “The Thompsons never had the time, always running around, the both of them. But you should see what I did to my back yard. The place looks like a damned paradise now.”
“Well I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spend out here for a while,” Emily said. “I have Melissa to take care of, and my work.”
“You going back to work?”
“I’ll be working from home for the next few years. I’m a communications specialist. I write corporate communications, and sometimes speeches. So I can do that from my home office. Provided Melissa cooperates.”
Karen snorted. “Children cooperate? You got a prayer, honey. Children are a royal pain in the butt, until they’re old enough to have discipline.” She nodded her head firmly. “My Joe was in the army. He knows about discipline. His kids are disciplined, and so am I for that matter.”
She slapped her firm belly, then thrust her long bare leg out. “You see any fat on that?”
“You have great legs,” Emily said. “I’m jealous.”
“You come over and start working out with me and Zoey and Darlene you’ll have the same. You got good material there, honey.”
She slid her hand onto Emily’s bare thigh and rubbed quickly up and down before sitting back.
“Discipline means setting times so you find time for things, things like exercise, and taking care of yourself. You only get one body so it better look its best.”
She stroked her own thigh, then dropped her lower leg across Emily‘s lap.. “Feel that. Go ahead. Not a hair to be found. I had laser work done.”
Emily stroked her lower leg gingerly. It was extremely soft and warm, and she felt an odd tingle as her fingers caressed the woman's bare skin.
“Oh?” she said, drawing her hand back.
“All the way up, too. My pussy is as soft and bare as a little girl! Joe loves the feel against his tongue.”
She laughed in delight and slapped her legs as Emily blushed and smiled a little uncomfortably.
Karen pointed a finger at her. “Trust me. You’ll love yourself afterwards and wonder why you didn’t do it before. The sensations are a lot better! Had my clit pierced too. Now I can hardly keep my vibrator in batteries.”
She laughed and slapped her thigh again.
“That must have uhm, hurt.”
“Short term pain, very short term, for very long term gain, honey. Just make sure you go to someone who knows what they’re doing. Just like sex, that isn't an area you want amateurs messing around with.”
*
Karen was more than a little -- brash -- but the idea of a place to exercise nearby, with someone to look after Melissa, was awfully attractive. Besides, there would be other neighborhood women there, and it would be a good chance to get to know them.
Exercising alone was boring, and seeing Karen’s trim belly and firm thighs had made Emily envious, made her feel inferior. She had always been proud of her body, and wanted to be again.
Oh, she'd done decent work on her own since the pregnancy. She could admit that much. She'd regained her former weight through dedicated exercising. She could still wear her old bikini!
But her stomach wasn't the hard, firm one it had once been, possibly because she'd been focusing hard on her upper body, making sure she rebuilt the muscles of her chest so her breasts didn't have a chance to sag. That had been a concern since she was fifteen and she'd become, well, not quite buxom, but certainly in the same neighborhood!
Just because she was a mom now didn't mean she couldn't b
e the hotty she'd always been. She liked having men turn their heads when they saw her! And it wasn't a bad thing to have them be so helpful whenever she needed it either.
Just before ten she packed Melissa into her stroller and headed up the street. It was only a half block away on the other side of the road, a big white house with blue trim and high hedges running along the sides. She was a bit nervous, but eager, as well. Staying home alone with a baby meant you got to talk, but nobody talked back. Talking with adults was something she got all too little of.
The door was opened by a petite brunette in a black leotard with thick framed glasses. She wasn’t a lot older than Emily, and smiled a welcome. “Hey, I’m Zoey,” she said, standing back so Emily could lift the stroller in. “And this must be Melissa. She’s darling!”
Emily took Melissa out of her stroller, and let Zoey hold her and get to know her, then the woman led Emily down the hall towards the family room. Emily was a bit surprised following her to see that her leotard had a thong back. She was wearing tights under it, but she still wondered a bit.
They went into the family room, where Karen’s lanky, teenage daughter Kim was overseeing Zoey’s two year old son Jeff and introduced them both to Melissa. Kim was as big across the chest as Karen, which made Emily wonder if she'd been unduly suspicious about where Karen's big breasts had come from. Maybe they were natural after all.
“You know, Karen doesn’t seem old enough to have a daughter as old as Kim,” Emily said as Zoey led her back towards the stairs to the basement.
“Yeah, she had her when she was fifteen,” Zoey confided. “And you can bet Kim isn’t going to make that mistake! Karen has her pretty well disciplined.”
The basement had a surprisingly high ceiling, and the floor of the main room was covered in soft cream colored carpet. There were several exercise machines against one wall, including a treadmill and an elliptical, and two other women in leotards - the same sort as Zoey wore. Karen’s was in Blue, and the other woman, another blonde, was in green. Their tights were opposite colors, and they were both barefoot on the carpet.
The second blonde was named Darlene, and it struck Emily that neither of them, nor Zoey, seemed to need a lot of exercise. They were all, as far as she could see, pretty nicely shaped, with athletic bodies. She felt out of place among them, though it wasn't like she was fat, so much as soft.
And then Boris arrived.
It was a good thing the room had a high ceiling, was the first thought Emily had. Boris was well over six feet tall, maybe six feet four or five, with shoulder length hair and broad shoulders. The sight of him in a tight tank top and jeans momentarily took her breath and voice away as she watched him hugging each of the women in turn.
No wonder they like to exercise, she thought with a soft hum of excitement.
It wasn't like she had ever or would ever cheat on Greg, but boy oh boy, this guy was easy on the eyes.
“Boris, this is Emily,” Karen said, introducing them.
“Uhm, hi,” Emily said, feeling a trifle awkward as she cocked her head back.
He took her hand in his and Emily immediately noted how big his hand was, then how gentle he was, then, surprised, felt a little flutter in her stomach as he lifted her hand up, turned it, and kissed the back of her knuckles, grinning at her as he did.
“I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Emily,” he said, his voice lightly accented, his voice a soft, furry baritone.
Emily didn't quite trust herself to speak as he released her hand and, with an arm quickly thrown across her shoulder and another across Karen's, he turned and led them back to the center of her room.
“So ladies,” he said. “Are we ready to get all hot and bothered?”
He turned and grinned at Emily. “Ladies do not get sweaty,” he said as if confiding in her, “They merely get hot and...”
“Moist?” Zoe asked with a grin.
“.. and glow,” he said, his right hand snapping out and flipping Zoe's bangs back.
“Uhm, I guess I need to get dressed,” Emily said, “Though I just brought sweatpants and a sweatshirt.”
“Dress however you feel is comfortable,” Boris said with a smile.
Karen showed her a side room, the laundry room, actually, and Emily went in and closed the door. She quickly stripped out of her jeans and blouse, then pulled on the sweatpants and hesitated. She had a tank top on under her blouse, and had intended wearing a sweatshirt on top, but she'd feel like a refugee from the 1950s next to those three in their hot little leotards.
She bit her lip lightly, then pulled in the side of her tank top at the hip, tightening it against her chest, and tied the material in a knot. That served to both expose her midriff – which might not be washboard smooth but was at least fairly flat, and tighten the thin cotton across her breasts.
She left the shoes on the floor since the other women were all barefoot, and then returned to find them all doing crunches. This was considerably less exciting than she'd have hoped for, but she gamely joined them on the rug, her stomach soon aching from the work and effort as Boris moved from woman to woman encouraging them.
After that came some yoga, to work on back and stomach muscles, among other things. She'd done yoga before, and was familiar with the positions. But it seemed quite a bit more sexually charged in the basement with Boris looking on and directing them.
The other women had been flirting outrageously with Boris the whole time, and he was not at all reluctant to return the favor. So doing some of the yoga moves made Emily's lower belly thrum a little. Boris was an incredibly hot man, after all, with not merely a great body but a handsome, square jawed face with perfect teeth.
So getting on all fours before him could not help but prod her imagination. The four of them then moved – slowly – into a belly down position on the rug. That involved first sliding their hands slowly forward on the rug until first their chests were pressed against the floor – their bottoms still kept very high in the air – and then as their bodies slid a little forward, their bottoms slowly coming down.
Emily felt a hot flicker ripple through her chest as she pressed her breasts against the rug, and felt her nipples prickling, threatening to harden as she slid forward, her breasts rubbing against the soft fabric of the mat, her bottom high in the air.
She was a bit breathless and flushed, and not entirely from the exercises as she and the other women then drew their hands in next to them, and arched their backs, throwing their heads back. They rose onto all fours again – bottoms first, as Boris walked slowly around them, then rose to sit back on their heels
Their hands slid up behind their necks, and they arched their backs, rolling their heads slowly from side to side as Boris looked on, and again she felt a hot flush slide through her body, followed by a sense of anxiety as she felt her nipples tightening within her bra cups. With her tank top pulled in so tightly everyone would see if her nipples got hard!
She straightened, as the others had, and felt a measure of reassurance as she noted that the tight leotards on Zoey and Darlene gave quick testament to their own hard nipples. Still she blushed a little as she, on Boris' direction, threw her hands straight up in the air, and began to bend her upper body, first to the right, then the left, then back again.
Boris rarely stopped talking, and his soft, furry voice made her insides squirm as he complimented cajoled, teased, and flirted with each of them in turn.
As the women moved and twisted, Boris picked up a large, stainless steel pole which had lain by the wall and snapped it into a waiting receptacle in the floor Emily hadn't noticed. The top of the pole then locked tight into the roof beams, and her first thought, with a stab of alarm was 'stripper pole'!
He picked up another one, snapping it into the floor, as well, and Emily felt a rush of anxiety mixed with a strange dark excitement. She'd heard of pole dancing as exercises, of course, and had even been curious about it, but doing it in front of Boris, and these lithe women with their perfect bodies would be very intimidating.
She felt a sigh of relief as he picked up a third pole, and attached it to the other two, so that it locked in place, horizontally, about six feet off the floor.
Boris clapped his hands. “All right, girls. It's time to ride my pole,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.
