It was only a small prang, no great damage really, more of a scratch to be polished out in fact. But Sarah's car had nothing at all. She had been parking in the super market car park and nudged a parked car with the edge of her own bumper, and now she was genuinely concerned. She was about to write a note for the owner when he walked up to the short brunette with the shoulder length hair.
In jeans and a blue t-shirt, he looked around Sarah's age, but he really did look it. Paunch, slightly thinning hair, worn face and slightly unkempt light brown hair, which was cut short, showing the spreading grey. Sarah told him what had happened.
“Hardly worth worrying about really. Should polish out!” he declared.
“Well then,” replied Sarah, “Let me at least give you something for the trouble?” she insisted, noticing how the man, Tom, had an air of confidence about him that he carried easily. She always responded to a strong character, and Tom gave the impression of being able to control the space around himself.
As Sarah reached into her bag for her purse, she was thinking to her self, 'Jesus, just bend me over the car and take it out of me with a good hard...Oh Shit, where did that come from?'
Tom said to leave her purse where it was. “I have a better idea. I've a house warming tonight, you come to that and you're totally forgiven!” he said in a very serious voice.
It turned out he had bought a house only 15 minutes on foot from Sarah. She had planned to use the weekend for other things, she had the house to herself from early late on Tuesday nights until the Sunday evenings, while her husband was with Lucy. Her small subservient streak made her feel guilty for scratching Tom's car enough to say she'd attend. If nothing else, it was free drink. And Tom was there to get the drink for the party, so he could make sure she would have whatever she liked most. With the time and address written down, Sarah headed home.
Hubby spent a lot of time with Lucy, and made sure she had everything she could want, all the time. He called her his best girl, she never said anything, she just did her best to never let him down.
Carrie had phoned Sarah just as the latter got home, and was told about the party.
“Good, now just make sure you get screwed by two or three of the men there and then tell me all about it! You know you want to!” Said Carrie.
“Will you lay off woman” replied Sarah, “you're always telling me to get laid by some stranger like it's not being unfaithful. One day you might convince me, then how would you feel?" she said, knowing her friend was actually a bit more than half serious.
“Well your old man spends all that time with his damn lorry, Juicy bloody Lucy, five nights a week. That's unfaithful lady, you told me yourself you've had ten minutes of sex in the last two years, and that includes foreplay. He comes home Sunday night, puts his laundry on, eats, has a few beers, sleeps, and then spends what little time he has either watching sport or talking about life with Lucy. He may be over the hill at 48, but you're 4 years younger, use an exercise bike and or treadmill four times each week, and your damn rabbit probably more often than that. If he wont appreciate the effort you've put into that body, someone should, most of all you! Do it lady, get yourself a bloody good fu...”
“Carrie!” Sarah interrupted, “Just because you and Bill do it four times a week!" almost laughing as she spoke.”
“And so should you Sarah, so should you!”
The subject was changed, and eventually Carrie rang off.
It was Carrie that had led Sarah to flirt online, to put a little safe spice in her life, and some ideas in her head, and to show her the stories to read as she lay alone in bed. At five foot five, with a fulsome, wench-like sort of figure, Sarah could look very attractive when she wanted, but Carrie said it wasn't often enough.
When Sarah spoke to her hubby on the phone later, he jokingly told her to behave herself at the party, and make sure she was suitably charming in return for her horrendous female driving and the damage to a man's pride and joy. All this did was put naughty thoughts into her head, which was an all too common occurrence these days, really!
By the time she decided to get ready to go out, Sarah was feeling in one of her sexually needy moods, and found herself putting on black stockings and suspenders, under a light, floral patterned summer frock.
With time to spare, Sarah decided to finish off the half bottle of wine from the day before, when she had finished the latest of her periodic detoxes, and pop into the adult web site Carrie had convinced her to become a member of to see if she had any massages. She was soon poked by one of her male friends.
“So,” he wrote after she had brought him up to speed, “I wonder if you're up for a bit of a dare?”
“Maybe?” she replied. “No promises,”
“I dare you to go commando, no panties!”
Sarah felt a small tingle between her legs but still said no. The two of them had got as far as joking that they would meet and he would show her what a bedroom was all about, and she would let him, but she could only do that because she knew it could never happen, he was in Canada. He pointed out that only the two of them would know, the dress was surely long enough to hide the secret, and besides, it would be something she could put toward the fantasy life she was very slowly building, with his help, online. In the end she said yes to him before logging off, although she still hadn't actually decided to do it.
It was only once she was offline, wine finished and ready to leave, that her online persona whipped off her panties in a fit of naughtiness, and left them behind. Had she left just a few minutes earlier she would have still have been wearing them, she just gave herself too long to think about it. It was the most daring thing she had ever done. Even though her two daughters, now married and moved away, had often joked about Sarah trying to catch the eye of a young man, it was only in the last six to eight months that Sarah had even looked at another man other than innocently.
As Sarah knocked on the door she had a sudden doubt about going commando, the feeling up until then had been rather nice, new and a little daring, and the warm evening had made it very comfy too.
Tom opened the door, still dressed as before, and said he was glad to see her and that she was now completely forgiven, and to come and get a drink.
Almost everyone was in the garden. Sarah was introduced to three couples and a handful of single males, all of whom gave her admiring looks throughout the evening. It turned out that Tom was divorced and had bought the house for just himself, Sarah would have possibly thought again about going had she known. Definitely she would have worn panties! But before long she found herself being the usual charming Sarah, and even being a tiny bit flirty, but only toward Tom. He in turn, gave her the same sort of attention and consideration as he would say, a potential girlfriend, and fantasy. Sarah kind of liked the feeling, although she did her best to keep it all properly dignified.
One of the couples was into soaps, and she spent quite some time talking with them, her evenings often embracing the major ones as she worked on the treadmill. One of the single men, Eric, had been in mental health care, Sarah's job, several years before, and she spent a while chatting with him. Eric was maybe ten years younger, black trousers and white t-shirt, and had short blond hair above an ordinary face, and sported a day or two's growth. She briefly wondered if he would consider her worth taking to bed, before real life Sarah clamped down on that kind of thought.
Each time Sara sat down or crossed her legs, she was reminded that her pussy was naked under the dress, and she felt self conscious, and quite a bit naughty. She would tell her on line friend next time she was in touch with him, because that was safe.
Eventually, she was back at Tom's side, and listening to how he was a prison officer before becoming an I.T. trouble shooter for the fire service. She could feel his naturally strong character coming to the fore and had the occasional vision of him in his prison uniform. She enjoyed his authoritative tone as he talked. Fantasy Sarah wondered if he was that way in bed. The wine was going down nicely too, probably due to the end of her detox being only the day before.
As the sunset was drawing close, Sarah disappeared upstairs to spend a penny. As she got to the foot of the stairs afterwards she ran into Tom.
“How's it going?” he asked.
“Fine thanks Tom, nice house!” she told him.
“You should see the garage!” he told her.
“The garage, why?”
“I'll show you, look.” he said and opened the door just behind him. He gestured Sarah through before him. A sensor turned on a light as she entered the packing box filled area.
As soon as the spring loaded door closed Tom had her pinned to the wall and was running a hand up her left leg and past the top of her stocking before she got a hold of it through her dress.
“What the hell...!”
“Oh shush woman, don't act all innocent now, too late!”
He used his body to hold her on the wall, and her right hand was trapped between them. He used his left hand to cover her mouth.
“You know full well that dress is see through with the sun behind it, and you've flashed your naked pussy a few times too. So don't go all innocent on me. You want some cock, and you've been giving out signals all night. You just like it a bit rough is all!”
There was no denying she was now very much tingling between her legs. It was at this moment she realized she had been tingling for some time, and not just because she was wearing no panties.
Tom's hand was slowly winning the struggle, he was stronger than her, and her grip was not as good as it would have been if the dress wasn't in the way. She tried to bite the hand over her mouth.
She got a light slap for her trouble, the shock of which was enough to stop her shouting, the fact that she wanted another one confused her, and she lost her hold on his other hand at the same time. The sudden insertion of two strong fingers through her wet labia made her gasp, and as Tom worked them around inside her he hit a sensitive spot and she nearly came over his hand, excitement over riding her slight fear. Her gasp was audible, her hardening nipples showed, and the fact that she bent her knees and relaxed the muscles in her pussy was lost on neither of them.
“See how nice it is when you just admit you want some? Now stop struggling and lean over that box!” Tom ordered her, having removed his fingers just seconds before she would have climaxed.
He pushed Sarah toward a large cardboard box around two and a half to three feet high. She bent forward and rested her hands on the top of the box, and tried to rally her thoughts to find a way out of her predicament. The biggest problem was that she didn't want to find a way out. Not really. It was just that it was the right thing for a married mother of two to do, find a way out. The wine was a possible excuse, Tom's commanding way that he had was another. Her desire to behave like certain characters in her fantasy stories was just unacceptable, but it was also, in that moment, unbeatable
By the time Sarah had finished arguing with herself, Tom had thrown her dress up over her back and had fingers working her toward coming once more.
“No Tom, don't, stop it... please!” she tried to demand. Her voice was strained, the nearness of an orgasm made it hard to put any real emphasis into her words, no conviction. No conviction at all.
It was only a small one, she'd had no time for her body to work up to it, but it was nice, it was good, and she let out a satisfied moan all the same. She just realized that she hadn't been held in place over the box, except by herself, and then the fingers left her, and as her little orgasm faded out of existence, she felt the head of Tom's rod nudge her labia aside, and enter her by at least three or four inches.
“Oh Christ. No. Tom no. Tom!” she said as best she could with a shortness of breath added to the fact that she didn't mean it.
“Yeah that's right. Make out you're fighting it. And let me fuck you anyway. That's the way!”
She knew she could have fought him, should have fought him, he had both hands now on her hips so she could have stood up. But that would have made it harder for him to keep fucking her, and now he was doing so it was too late, wasn't it?
Tom's cock went further in with the next two strokes, and then he set up a rhythm that pleased them both, his sack slapping against her flesh as she spoke. He ran his right hand up inside the dress to take a grip of her right breast over her bra, and they both felt how hard her nipple was. He kept fucking her.
“Now tell me you want it!” he said conversationally, “tell me you want a good fuck and you like it rough, go on!”
His strong presence was like an aura of authority and it spoke directly to the fantasy Sarah that was taking over all her functions. She felt like the Sarah of her naughty dreams and although, to her credit, she did try, she couldn't find the loyal wife and mother she had been before she got ready to go out.
“Oh shit, fuck me Tom, fuck me please, use me like a slut and fuck me. I want you to!” she heard herself say through clenched teeth.
And he did. He kept up the rhythm and later moved his right hand down in order to worry her button with the middle finger. That was it, Sarah lost it and she came, harder this time, enough to make her cry out loud enough so anyone right outside the door they had come through would have heard her dirty noise.
“You fucking little slut. I knew you wanted fucking!” Tom claimed, and then sped up his actions.
Sarah had been back down to Earth for around half a minute since her body had shuddered through her come, and her pussy had flooded with her own juices. She could still feel her warm sex blush even as Tom let out a grunt and, with five or six harder thrusts, shot his seed right up inside her under used pussy, right up inside her, with no protection at all.
As his softening cock left her wet pussy he twanged a suspender against her, then threw a small towel beside her, and zipped up saying;
“Clean up and get back to the party. I'll see you there in a minute, don't make me have to fetch you back!” His voice made it clear that he fully expected her obedience. She liked the way it sounded.
Sarah had to go back to the bathroom, she was grateful there was no one to see her leave the garage. Were it not for a nervous need to pee, she would likely have gone out the front door and run. It was as she was halfway down the stairs that Tom came into the hallway, and she knew she was grateful that his timing had stopped her leaving.
“Aha, there you are!” he said, accusingly.
“I er, you know?” Sarah told him, pointing up as she spoke.
“Well come and have another drink, Colleen and Eddy have gone, and Mike, Trevor and Sue are about to, so we're losing eye candy as the yanks would put it.”
Eye candy? Her? She liked the sound of it, and wondered if any one but her husband would consider Lucy the Volvo lorry as eye candy?
Sarah let him lead her into the kitchen, where she was supplied with more wine en route to the garden. She would have to slow down on that she thought. But then again, oh fuck, what have I got myself into? And why do I like it? The bottle went with her.
Soon, after more inane chat and a lot of looks that had Sarah worried, excited, thinking, it was her, Tom, Eric and two other single men, Brian and George.
Brian was mid to late thirties, or well preserved. Grey shirt, black slacks, generally healthy looking but no oil painting. George was probably forty to forty five, a face only a mother could love, and a couple of stone over weight in poor quality jeans and a black Status Quo t-shirt. Sarah had a tight ball of nerves in her tummy, an itch between her legs, and an awful feeling that all the men not only knew she had been fucked by Tom, but that they were all going to fuck her before very long. Part of her wanted to run like hell, and part of her wanted to throw off her clothes and beg them to fuck her senseless and not keep her waiting. She had a drink.
There was an expectant lull in the conversation, which Tom filled. “So, hands up any one who's gone commando tonight.” No one moved. “Come on Sarah, you weren't wearing any when I got my cock up you in the garage, hand up!”
Red? She practically burned with embarrassment and her pussy nearly flooded. Her hands stayed put, and the men buzzed.
“Don't believe me boys? Show 'em Sarah, you know you want to. Just undo the bottom three buttons and fold the dress back! GO on!” he said putting a lot of authority into the last two words.
She took a drink, and another, and put the glass down. Her naked, moist little hole would be glistening she knew, and try as she did, very much so, to stand up and leave, fantasy Sarah slowly undid the buttons, and even more slowly took the corners of the dress and peeled them back over her shapely, luscious legs, which were not at this time crossed, but primly knees together. Her suspenders and bared flash drew gasps of appreciation from the four men.
“Jesus Tom, you really had her earlier. Lucky bastard!” muttered George.
“It's what she came here for. I reckon she's a right slut, but only just started, and she wants some help getting more experience. Don't you, Sarah?”
All she could do was take a drink, and shiver in fear and excitement.
“Open your legs and show us all your dirty little fanny Sarah. Do it now!” ordered Tom.
Fantasy Sarah complied and revealed herself, only a thin covering of brunette hair left to defend her from eager eyes, while house wife Sarah folded in on herself and hid.
After a few appreciative noises from her audience, Tom said, “Now play with yourself. Rub your bean and shove three fingers into your hot little snatch and bring yourself off. Go on!”
Of course she didn't do it. How dare he Lord it over her, who did he think he was? No, someone else must have been rubbing her electrified nub and parting her tingling labia with two fingers. The same someone added a third finger very soon, and seemed to know all the little tricks and sensitive places she would have used had she done it herself. She kept her eyes closed so no one could could see her.
“Open your eyes Sarah, look at us. Look at us and bring yourself off!” Tom ordered her. She only opened her eyes so she could look at him scornfully. It would have worked better were they not a little glazed over.
They all had out their manhoods, and stroked them lightly as Sarah displayed herself for them to enjoy.
“Look at all the meat you'll be getting Sarah, look at all the meat you'll be sucking and fucking very soon. All you need to do is bring yourself off and you can have all this hard meat inside you, just like in the garage when you asked me to treat you like a slut as I fucked you. Now hurry along and cum for the boys, slut!”
She hadn't realized that her left foot was now on the edge of the seat, knee in the air giving her greater access to herself, all she knew right then, as she was told to cum for the boys, was that she was about to do just that.
“Hhhhnnnnnnggggggggggg...” she said, several times in a strained voice as her body went rigid, unfroze and went rigid again. Her whole being shook when unfrozen, and she blushed brightly from chin to naval, and flooded her chamber with her juices. The men looked on, the tightness of the suspender under her left thigh nearly ripping the clasp off as she writhed out the end of her cum, for the boys to enjoy.
The washed out brunette was limp in the seat, too limp to stop Tom, now behind her, undoing the buttons of her dress from the top, all the way to the last one she had not opened herself earlier. He leaned over and pushed her foot off the seat so her leg dropped, and then leaned her forward to lower her dress down from her shoulders. He pushed it to her elbows and then undid her black bra. He cleverly unhooked the shoulder straps from the back of the bra, as if to make it strapless for the same type of dress, so he could lift it clear and dispose of it. Sarah dimly heard comments about how nice her breasts were, how only a real woman could have such soft, heavy breasts that were so damn sexy.
Brian was at her feet and pulled her by her hips until her sex was just on the edge of the seat, and as Tom began to massage her breasts from above and behind, Brian began to lick her labia, inner and outer, and slip three fingers inside her to her great delight. He switched his tongue to her nub and began to drive her toward the herd of orgasms the she would be culling that night.
The squeezing of her nipples on top of the rest of the torture brought her near another orgasm. Brian ceased his participation for a very worrying few seconds, before he began to rub the head of his circumcised cock into the wetness that was her entrance, and she watched as his length began to vanish into her tunnel. One cock was a mistake, two was unforgivable, as she took Tom's into her mouth from her right, she knew that three, even if it was one of them for a second time, three was a slut. She was a slut, and the horror of the realization was oh so sweet!
As Brian thrust in and out of her willing hole, she did her best to recall how she used to suck cock many years ago. Hubby hadn't required her to remember for some time, maybe Lucy took care of that too? She couldn't believe she was nearing another orgasm so soon, or was it so soon? How long had she been letting these two men use her for sex? Oh God, again there was no protection. Oh shit so what, Oh shit never mind that now, it's time to come again, time to make up for some of what she was owed, oh fuck it's time to be a woman again!
“NNNnnnnnnnnn” she exclaimed, the last letter of the last word of her last thought. So what if the men didn't get the whole sentence, fantasy Sarah decided it only mattered that they were giving her what she needed, and recriminations could wait for another day. The high point of her climax must have lasted the best part of ten seconds.
As she came down again she felt Brian fire his seed into her married pussy and heard him call her a cheating slut. It felt so very good, both bits. Carrie would be proud.
At first the fact that her arms were caught by the way Tom had pulled her dress down good, it meant she was unable to struggle and so gave her the perfect excuse not to. Now she was worried that she needed her hands to stop Tom from choking her on his stiff rod as he, well, a term from the stories she read online, face fucked her. She needn't have worried, Tom withdrew and helped Brian to stand her up, and the dress fell away as she rose. Tom simply moved the chair away so she could be laid on the grass where Eric, minus clothing on his lower half, knelt between her legs and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her open wet labia, before thrusting his whole length into her in one go.
Sarah gave a strangled moan of delight as she received Eric into her body, and unconsciously wrapped her legs around him, humping upward to meet his every thrust. She had to take everything she could from the evening because she knew she could never hope for this again, she must be mad to be doing it, and although it was just what she had needed for some time, she knew it was wrong. Which made it all the juicier.
Eric withdrew, he hadn't come, but George was now in the saddle. Only rude people would call him ugly, but to Sarah he was only someone giving her an intensely hot build up to a climax, and she wondered if it made her more of a slut to just let anyone take her, including men she would never be attracted to for their looks. With her legs around him, her lower back clear of the lawn as she pulled herself as far onto his meat as she could, Sarah came again, making up for lost time over the past two years.
“Little minx is loving it,” Eric exclaimed, “she must be really hard up for it, or else she's just some kind of nympho. Wish I lived closer Tom, I'd love a bit more of her!”
Sarah heard them talk as they rotated their using of her. She came a few times, but the men stopped short in order to prolong the fun, and Sarah stopped caring which of them was fucking her, just so long as one of them was.
“Oh I think we can arrange that mate. I think I'll be seeing a lot more of little miss fuck me please. Now she's got some, she'll want more, and I'll give it to her. So I'm sure we can arrange a stop over for you now and then too. She'll be eager to fuck I reckon. I mean, just look at her now, picture of bloody happiness, full of cock and tits bouncing nicely, she won't give that up easily!”
And as Sarah heard the words, she believed they were true.
Eric let go his seed deep in her cheating pussy, she so enjoyed the feeling of it hitting her insides, spurting into her, she was eager for the next, which was Tom, giving her his second load of the whole night, to add to the one she had taken in the garage. She came as he let fly, and was hardly done with that climax when George entered her, to thrust away for about a minute and then shot his seed on top of the rest. She hadn't felt that for twenty years before this night, as even her husband had used condoms, not fully trusting the pill. She hadn't realized how much she missed the sensation.
Once George had fired and withdrawn, only Brian was left, and he'd shot one load up her earlier as she was sitting and sucking on Tom. Brian had got Sarah onto her hands and knees for his big finish, another first for several years for Sarah. She nearly collapsed onto her face as her whole body shuddered through the climax, she felt so dirty, such a dirty cheating wife, it just made each one so much better than she had ever experienced before this night. Brian filled her soon after and she slumped down onto the grass, refreshingly cool against her naked torso, as Brian pulled his softening member out of her hole, letting the evidence of her new slut hood leak out.
Eric and Brian had a long way to go, so left as Sarah recovered on the lawn. George probably left so as not to have to deal with any possible aftermath, she didn't know. Sarah was standing in Tom's kitchen, cleaned and redressed, confused and amazed at her present calmness, while he put her phone numbers into his mobile. She felt very much under Tom's control.
“So call me tomorrow morning,” he was saying, “and we'll arrange something for tomorrow night. We can't let you cool down now, can we! I know we're going to have lots of fun together, lots of fun!”
Sarah knew it too, she just wasn't sure if she wanted to believe it just yet.
As she walked home Sarah sent a reply to the text from Carrie. It had arrived while she was, well, otherwise occupied, and gone unnoticed until Tom had helped himself to her numbers. Carrie's text was simply;
'How was party?'
Sarah's reply kept Carrie awake most of the night. It read;
'U HAVE to come 2moro 10am, HAVE 2!'
Sarah wasn't sure her friend would believe it.
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