Harriet Peniston 2 - The Witness Program - Submission

The second part of this story about a good wife who is given a taste of the exotic life.

The next morning Harriet woke early feeling very refreshed. She rushed around the house in a very efficient manner, preparing a good breakfast for her husband and children, to make up for the meal the evening before. Andrew watched his wife admiringly with a glint in his eye and a half smile on his face, glad to see that his attentions had put her back on track. Harriet got most of the daily tasks she had set herself out of the way before the children had left for school. At which point she prepared herself a strong coffee and sat at the table with her phone.

She clicked on the link again. More likes and love hearts were showing beneath her picture. She noticed there were now also comments. She clicked to read.

“Wedding ring. Another blacked white wife”

She looked at the picture and saw her wedding ring quite clearly as she held the card in front of her face. She wondered why anyone else had noticed such a small detail considering what was on show.

The next comment just read “Nice”. She smiled at the briefness and meaning of that.

“Looks like a fit Snowbunny, more please” She wasn’t sure what that meant but took it as a compliment.

She put down the phone and kept her gaze on the entrance to the close, waiting for the post van. She was out of her door before it had even parked up.

“Good morning”, she said as the postman stepped out of his van, “I can take anything you have for Number 2. He isn’t in”

The postman looked at the house, shrugged and handed her a small pile of boxes. They weren’t heavy, but she struggled slightly as she tried to balance them as she carried them back to her home.

She completed the rest of her household tasks before noon, at which point she changed into a light, short dress which showed off her legs and figure, and once again sat by the window waiting for the other van. Waiting for Witness.

His eventual arrival brought with it a sudden anxiety and nervousness, she picked up the boxes and gathering her courage and breathing deeply crossed the road heading for his front door.

He opened the door immediately. Again she was struck by his smile and knew he was looking her up and down. She felt good in the dress and could tell he liked how she looked. He told her to put the boxes on a table and he went upstairs. She followed without being asked.

Harriet stood in the room while Witness fiddled with his phone, she wiggled in her dress trying to catch his attention. She felt good and she wanted him to see

He looked across at her taking in the eager woman looking back at him.

“What’s your name?”, he asked. She blushed as she realised that yesterday had happened without him knowing.

“Harriet Peniston”, she answered. Telling him felt like a small betrayal.

“H P”, he mumbled. A pause and then suddenly “HP, like the sauce?”

“Yes”, she replied wondering what this was about.

“Ha! HP Saucy. I like it. Now kneel down”, he said.

She was puzzled but obeyed. Holding his phone in front of him he walked towards her and undid his trouser button and zip and pulled out his cock.

At eye level it was even more impressive, thought Harriet as it came towards her. She suddenly realised what he was expecting and swallowed hard.

Harriet had not actually given a blow job since her university days, when she was trying to hold onto the most beneficial of her suitors. He still eventually dumped her though and she had decided not to cheapen herself again. Andrew had never asked, and she had never offered, but here was Witness pushing it towards her face.

She looked up at him with a worried look, hoping he would pick up on her meaning, but he just waved it in front of her.

Her mouth was dry, but she managed to summon up some saliva as she took the head of the cock in her mouth. She looked up, hoping she was doing ok, but instead of meeting his eyes, she just looked into the lens of his phone. He was recording her.

She moved her mouth slowly over the head of his cock. It was quite thick and she worried she would catch it with her teeth. She opened her mouth wider and kept licking the head, tasting and sucking.

It weirdly tasted “dark”. Musky, almost smokey. It wasn’t unpleasant and she decided it tasted exotic. She wondered if this was his natural taste or some grooming product. She moved her head quicker on his cock taking it deeper, her hands around the shaft holding it, she thought about the wedding ring on her white finger curled around his thick, black cock.

Sensing her change in technique, Witness, holding his phone in one hand, reached out to hold the back of her head with the other, slowly guiding her head further onto his cock, fucking her mouth gently as he went further in.

Harriet was feeling a sense of achievement when in one thrust he touched the back of her throat and she withdrew suddenly, gagging and spitting drool onto his carpet. She recovered and looked up at him apologetically, but he just slid his cock back into her mouth and continued.

Harriet could feel herself struggling to keep it together. She felt conflicted and not able to go through with it, but at the same time she felt desperate to please him. She let herself be guided by his hand, letting the cock push further in and sucking on it when she felt able. She was tiring and it wasn’t easy to breathe evenly when she felt a change. It was a throb, a pulse, a sudden firmness and her mouth filled with cum. She pulled off him quickly, cum spilling from her mouth as she spat. A second spurt hit her full in the face across her nose and onto her cheek, stinging her eyes.

When he had finished he took some photos of her cum covered face before he let her go to the bathroom to clean up.

It was a few moments before Harriet returned, Witness was laying on the bed watching the video on his phone. She raised her dress to expose herself, looking forward to the sex.

“No”, he said. “No”.

Harriet didn’t understand, she dropped the hem of her dress, covering her modesty and looked at him, confused and annoyed.

“If you want more of that you need to shave it”, he said.

“What?”, she asked.

“Your pussy”, he said. He didn’t look up from his phone.

Furious she grabbed her things and left, tears stinging her eyes. When she got home she slammed the door behind her.

She did of course shave her legs, and under her arms, so why should this be any different, she wondered. Obviously there was the risk that Andrew would ask why, but despite this she ran a warm bath and sat on the bed trimming her pubic hair with her nail scissors as it filled. She tipped the hairs into the toilet as she climbed into the bath, relaxing in the warm water, and picked up her razor from the side and started to shave her pussy.

Her mum called it her tuppence. She smiled as she remembered the term, looking down at the now bare slit between her legs. She ran her hand across it and worked more with the razor, slowly and carefully until she felt smooth. She relaxed in the water and let her mind run.

She hadn’t felt this wild and free since she was 10 and dancing around to the Spice Girls. Even then she was attracted to the more material aspects and Posh Spice, Victoria Beckham, was the Spice she wanted to be. She had to give up on her dream of catching a millionaire footballer, but she’d still kept her sights on the money. As the responsibilities of school and exams began to weigh down on her, that wildness had vanished, replaced with a more driven ambition to achieve the right lifestyle. Now that wildness seemed to have been reawakened and she smiled as she felt it tingle in her body.

She dried herself carefully watching herself in the full length mirrored doors of the wardrobe. She revelled in the femininity of her body. She ran her hands over her breasts. She’d always thought she had a nice pair of tits. Not large enough to be a problem when exercising at the gym as she observed in other women, but still enough to be admired. Even though she was approaching 40 they had done well to mostly avoid the ravages of gravity and still looked good. She looked at her bare pussy, her cunt, and shivered with anticipation. She could still taste the salt of his semen and she smiled as she had a devisih idea.

She dressed quickly and went to the kitchen and picked up a french cook book. She made a list of ingredients and rushed to the supermarket. It would be a spicy sausage casserole for dinner to mark her achievement, She would enjoy her private joke and hopefully her family would enjoy the meal.

She was just removing her Le Creuset from the hob and placed it in the oven when she heard the notification on her phone. The children were home from school so she rushed to the bedroom to look. The text said “Look in the video folder”.

She clicked the link and once again was looking at the gallery of women holding the sign. She noticed that this was just one gallery called “The Witness Program”. She clicked a link and found another gallery called Videos. Clicking that led to more folders, the most recent of which was called “HP Saucy”.

She clicked the sole video that was inside. She saw the top of her head bobbing on Witness’s cock, her white hand, with wedding ring, grasping the shaft as she sucked. She gingerly raised the volume expecting to hear her gasps and grunts, but it was music. A drum and bass rhythm underlying the action. She was impressed by his editing skill. Far from looking awkward and struggling with her task she looked confident and bobbed her head on his cock in time with the music. She was relieved when she noticed that on the occasions when the camera caught her face he had blurred it, preserving her anonymity. He had also cut out her embarrassing gagging and choking. She watched as a confident woman eagerly sucked cock appearing to enjoy herself and ending with her taking cum all over her face. Despite the blurring it still looked erotic. The video ended with a few still photos close up on parts of her face. Cum dripping from her mouth and chin. Cum on her nose and cheek. The final shot was of her full face with a black bar obscuring her eyes with the words HP Saucy written within it. She watched it all for a second time before returning to the kitchen, there were already likes, loves and comments appearing below.

The dinner went down surprisingly well and led to compliments from Andrew which was unusual. Harriet kept slipping a hand into her hem as she sat at the table, to feel the smoothness of her skin. It felt so erotic.

Later that evening she read some more comments in the bathroom as she readied herself for bed.

“She loves the taste of black meat”, she laughed out loud at that, then checked herself in case anyone had heard.

“Real QoS cock lover”

“Beautiful lady”

She went to bed and fell almost immediately into a satisfying deep sleep, once again with a smile on her face, looking forward to tomorrow.