"You are SUCH a sissy!" my wife grinned as she looked at me. She wasback on the sofa, cross-legged, her pert breasts with hard nipples. Shelooked at o...nce regal, beautiful, and playful.Snapping her fingers she motioned me to the floor. "I think I know whomI want," she announced.This was no longer fantasy. It was going to happen. My wife was goingto fuck another man. My heart began to pound, and my throat was dry asI asked, "Who, Mistress?" Billy," she answered.Billy? My mind was blank, and then. Her waist was small but her hips were already full and the calves of her legs especially curvaceous. She looked closer to twenty-five than her actual fifteen. Yet, she was still a virgin. Unlike her older brother Chico who was known all over school as a lady killer, Trica wanted very badly to fit in, but had also heeded her mother's advice about the dangers of sex and the advantages of waiting. She wanted to lose her virginity to end the continual stream of jokes and barbs, yet hadn't been able. (This version is replacing the original version posted earlier)This story is copyrighted 2002. No posting at any location without advance permission by the author. JerrieThe Scorpions Sting (Revised)by Jerrie526Prelude:April 30, 1945, Berlin, GermanyThe room was lightly lit and verging on twilight setting. It was sparsely decorated with one part of the room closed off from the remainder with a partition of glass. There were two doors leading into and out of the room, one in either part of the. But then, Aunt Georgina was herself unusual. She was a bohemian, a writer of feminist work almost before feminism had been invented, thrice married, twice divorced and once widowed and lived what my Father called a louche lifestyle in Belgravia. My Mother had died when I was three years old. A succession of Nannies looked after us until John went off to Eton at the age of thirteen and I did my best to educate myself. I’d managed to secure a place at University which, surprisingly, my Father.