A night in for Sarah

It was odd at first, Sarah had a look of mild discomfort and mischievousness about her as she sat in the front passenger seat of Tom's car. This wasn't caused by the love eggs he'd first tormented her with a few weeks earlier, this was Sarah's first butt plug. Tom had insisted she insert it while sitting in the car, right outside the shop they'd bought it in. Buying it was a bit of an adventure in its self.

Sarah had on a light summer dress similar to the one she wore night she had begun to cheat on her ever absent lorry driver husband. At Tom's command the only other things she wore were her shoes. She had got used to having her slightly generous breasts unfettered when around Tom.

They had been in the sex shop for a short while, Sarah seeing some things for the first time in her life, when Tom had beckoned over an assistant. The girl looked about 19 or 20, but she knew her stuff, and recommended the plug they had later bought. Tom had also offered Sarah a new vibrator, to complement her rabbit of some years ownership. He had asked the assistant if they had any for customers to try out, which brought a momentary look of surprise to Sarah's face, which was soon replaced with a sparkle in the eyes, and a smile.

“I think we could arrange something!” said the pink haired girl in the crop top and short pink skirt.

The girl spoke to an older woman, around thirty, a bit plump and wearing a business suit and white blouse. She looked Tom and Sarah over, nodded, and the girl came back.

“This way, just follow me!” she said cheerfully as Tom looked at her pert breasts and bare, flat midriff. Then her tight buns as she led the way. Sarah caught him looking and just rolled her eyes.

They went into the back of the shop and there was a cleared space to one side of a stock area, with a 2 seat sofa and a straight backed chair. A small array of the more straight forward stock was on display, minus packaging and with some baby wipes to hand. Sarah was offered a seat on the sofa, and Tom passed the girl some folded money, and remained standing.

Sarah was shown a few variations on a theme, and handled three of them before she picked one she liked. The tip rotated, it pulsed at the same time, adding about a half an inch to the thickness. There were ribs all along it's length and it had a clitoral exciter like her rabbit. The main shaft was ten inches long, and the whole thing was a deep pink colour. Sarah decided that was the one to try.

To her surprise, the shop assistant took the tool from her, and began to undo the bottom buttons of Sarah's dress. Sarah gave Tom a look of mock annoyance, and slid herself forward to make the inevitable easier. The assistant didn't bat an eyelid on discovering Sarah was minus panties and shaven, she simply started the device vibrating gently, and applied it to Sarah's clitoris, and moved it down through her labia and back again every 20 seconds or so. Sarah sat back to enjoy the sensation, closed her eyes, and tried to work out if the operator was adding to things or not by her gender. She didn't see Tom go back to the shop.

“Oh god, what was he doing?” asked Carrie after a sip of wine.

The shoulder length hair of the blond instigator of Sarah's rise to Slutdom, was pulled into a pony tail for the night. She had been away for a few days with her husband Bill, and missed out on her by proxy, extramarital sex life. So tonight she was staying over at Sarah's to catch up and have a few drinks, a girls night in with frills.

“Well shush, and I'll tell you!” Sarah rebuked her attentive audience.

By the time Tom returned to the back of the shop, Sarah was away with the fairies of fun, and had the vibrator most of the way inside her quim, and the girl on the other end was giving Sarah's clitoris an occasional lick. Sarah had opened all the buttons on her dress and was caressing and squeezing her breasts, her whole body on display.

The couple Tom had brought in were immediately on board with his designs. He was around 5' 10” skinny, spiky black hair with black jeans and a Judas Priest t-shirt, she was also thin, long blond hair, to her waist almost, black leggings under a one piece tight green dress, about 8 inches off the knee.

As Tom looked on the guy carefully took over the vibrator from the pink haired girl, who then stood with Tom, and the new girl, like her partner, about 30, stood behind Sarah and placed her hand over Sarah's. Sarah just removed her hands without opening her eyes, and let the new hands carry her further into fairy land. The low, filthy sounding moan telling the room that Sarah had just come.

She was grateful that the vibrator was no longer being thrust in and out and that the revolving tip was now just gently humming inside her. It made the coming down part of the climax that bit smoother. She had a feeling that those hands were not Tom's, but was not ready to look and see just what he had got her into this time, she was still in that cosy post cum cotton wool wrap.

“So, I got you a present. Well, I got Tom to buy it any way!” Sarah told Carrie.

“Christ bitch, don't stop there! What happened, did the guy fuck you or did the girl or what?”

“Hang on Miss Impatient Knickers, present time!”

“What, NOW?”

“Yes!” and Sarah passed Carrie a small parcel, wrapped in tissue paper but not taped.

Giving her tormenting story teller a nasty look, with a large amount of inquisitiveness throw in, Carrie tore off the wrapping.

“Oh you bloody idiot woman. What the hell do I want this for?” she said looking at the rampant rabbit her friend had gifted her.

“Because until you make use of it, no more story!” Sarah said with finality a feature of the statement.

“Oh fuck off you fool,” Carrie laughed at Sarah, “Don't be daft!”

“Oh well, I'm not doing all the work of getting you horny any more. You want the story, get busy girl. End of discussion!”

Carrie protested and it was like the two had once more gone back to their teens, as they often did in the comfort of their strong friendship. But Carrie knew she was losing, no longer the more open minded of the two, and unable to deny Sarah's accusations.

“You've had me living the sex life you want to Lady, and now, it's time for you to get with the programme yourself. I know you're all moist and slippery listening to my sex life and pretending it's yours, I can see those bullets you call nipples poking through your t-shirt, so, I'll get mine, you, get that little black skirt off, drop your knickers and bury the rabbit, or No, More, Story!”

The absolute devilment and the absolute truth of the words finally drove Carrie to do as she was told, and Sarah left to get the rabbit she had upstairs. Carrie had a plain vibrator at home that she, and Bill, made use of in their own sexual activities, and she had on a few occasions slept over with Sarah, sharing her bed non sexually, it was however quite another thing to do this in front of her friend, but once Sarah, now in a short robe and black, strapped night dress of questionable shortness, was also toying with her own femininity, Carrie was less self conscious.

“Any hoo, where was I? Oh yes!” Sarah said, in preparation of continuing the tale.

Sarah, back in the sex shop a few night previously, opened her eyes to see first of all that the hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger, were feminine. The spiky black haired guy between her legs was only a small surprise to her these days, and the fact that he was now removing the vibrator and aiming his not inconsiderable cock at her now vacant quim, was of no surprise at all. The woman that was formerly fantasy Sarah, now the real world cheating housewife Sarah, re-closed her eyes and savoured the warm hard flesh as it entered her, going in almost as far as the fake cock had been, and setting up a pleasing rhythm of thrusts.

Sarah was well served that night. She came a second time in a very smooth way that allowed the continued application of hands and cock without breaking the rhythm, and told the audience about her cum with another low moan, similar to the one Carrie was trying to disguise as she listened to Sarah recount the tale.

Soon, the spiky haired guy began to ride harder, and a little deeper, and his girlfriend took away one hand in order to work on herself at the same time as continuing to tease Sarah. Sarah was playing with her own button now, to ensure she came before her latest bedpost notch finished. She began to hump back at him, and pant a little, and when he bucked and thrust as hard as he could to hold his rigid meat as far in as he could while shooting his seed, Sarah let out a cry of success and flooded herself over his rod. The yelp from above her told Sarah that it was a three way cum.

The long haired blond quickly took a seat beside Sarah, now minus her leggings, and called for Tom to give her his cock, which Sarah now noted was protruding from his jeans. Sarah got up as Tom got going, and cleaned herself with the wipes from the table display. She was pleased to find that she wasn't any where near as jealous seeing Tom fuck someone else as she expected to be. She had really come on as a slut she thought.

“So why not put in the butt plug before you left the shop?” Carrie asked from between clenched teeth, she was well worked up and over her shyness of earlier.

“So people walking past a sex shop could guess what I was doing of course!” Sarah answered, as if it was obvious.

“Oh shit I wish Bill would treat me like that sometimes, you're so bloody lucky Sarah!”

“You're fault Lady!” Sarah accused her, “Now work that thing you little hussy, that extra bit serves a purpose you know,” and she gave her friends rabbit a little push to connect the clitoris exciter with its target.

Carrie slid down onto the floor and let the warm fuzzy feeling of an approaching orgasm wash over her, and heard Sarah ask;

“And what would you do now if Tom was actually here?”

“Fuck his nasty brains out of course!” said Carrie, and the thought brought her climax to just round the corner.

“Oh good, then we won't need this will we!” said a naked Tom from his kneeling position between Carries legs, as he took hold of the rabbit and pushed it in further before removing it completely.

“OH FUCK JESUS!” cried Carrie, so shocked she came even as she screamed, and then came again as she felt Tom's rock hard cock enter her labia, and invade her body with the most exquisite timing possible.

Eyes so wide they were like headlights, Carrie looked up into the unexciting face of someone she had only heard about, and totally unaware she did so, wrapped her long, trim, legs round him and pulled him into her like her life depended on him hitting her cervix. She knew it was completely wrong, utterly unfair on her wonderful Bill who gave her all the sex that Sarah had not had, and in no way at all justified, but the past few weeks of hearing how Sarah was now fucking strangers in strange places, and Tom and George from the party too, she just dismissed all reason in an instant and took her first illicit cock just as easily as Sarah would have done right then.

Carrie was so close to coming again already, it was a torture, and Sarah, grinning like a jackal, tightened the screws all the way as she said;

“And now meet George, Eric and Brian, who you may recall were at the party where you led me astray. Boys, meet Carrie, your very next fuck!”

Carrie went over the edge, into an orgasm of monstrous proportions, and any thoughts of fidelity she may have harboured dissipated faster than dew in the hot morning sun.

Sarah knelt in front of the naked team she had let in the house when she fetched the rabbit, and took Eric's cock into her mouth to bring it to full hardness. The 35 year old man, with short blond hair and an ordinary face, lived a good distance away, in Tom's old neighbourhood, and had been told another visit would be arranged. Brian, a little older with thinning hair described was at least reasonably fit, and George, dear old George, a good 2 stone over weight and a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp, both lived nearer.

In recent weeks Sarah had been fucked by both the latter two a couple of times each, George needing a little encouragement even after the first night, being a bit less outgoing than the rest. He did however have a quite useful appendage.

Carrie helped Tom and Brian to remove her t-shirt and bra, to reveal her perky 34b breasts, which Brian quickly began to lick, bite and suck. She also removed the scrunchy that her hair in the pony tail. Carrie couldn't believe that she had been turned so quickly into a slut. Yes she had wanted to fuck around, but that wasn't justification do do so. It was that desire that had led her to encourage Sarah, who at least had some small reason to behave badly, to do what Carrie fantasized about. She even wrote slut stories on the website she had got Sarah to join, not telling either Sarah or Bill that she did so, and she even sat in bed with Bill looking at the stories like just a visitor, not logging in.

Now, in a matter of a couple of hours, or was it just that few seconds as Tom entered her life and body, Carrie had become as much a slut as Sarah, and was in love with the status. She felt Tom buck and shoot his seed into her now, unfaithful slut cunt, and came again herself. She was vaguely aware that Sarah was sucking cock, as George took Tom's place and gave her her second cock from a man she'd only ever heard of until now, confirming her new position in life.

Sarah had now brought all the cocks to a full stand, and lay down perpendicular to Carrie, and spoke into her ear. “All this time you wanted to be a slut so much, you had me do it for you you nasty cow. So how does it feel to know that in fact you're the biggest fucking slut of all, because you haven't got any reason at all to cuckold Bill? Poor old Bill, faithful Bill, how does it feel to be the biggest slut of all Carrie? Tell me while George fucks you on the floor like a school girl slut!”

It sounded like a mother having her baby torn from her arms and taken away. Animals hearing such a wail would run, thinking some great danger was about to befall them. It was neither of these things of course. It was Carrie being thrust onto the spear point of another body splitting cum that took all her strength away, beat off any attempt to control herself, and made her wonder if poor old Bill would ever make her feel like that, or was she now doomed to fuck men as varied and often outside her marriage, as Sarah now did. She knew, once the terribly long body shaking cum allowed full thought again, that she was doomed to do just that. And she delighted as she felt George fill her with more seed not of her husband's making.

All four of Sarah's team of lovers had fucked her blond friend on the floor. Sarah had been brought to orgasm by George fucking her from behind with her head buried in the sofa, just above where Carrie was taking Eric's load as the last of the four. They were now in the kitchen, where Carrie was across the pine dinner table, with Brian holding her legs to his shoulders as he fucked her a second time. To Carries total astonishment, as her head hung over the edge of the table, Sarah had put a leg either side of Carries head, and rammed her pussy onto Carries mouth and told her to lick and suck her friends sex, and Carrie was doing it!

Sarah was enjoying controlling her best friend like Tom controlled her, and bent over so as to lick and suck her friends button, and torment her some more. Carrie also had a prime view of Tom's cock approaching and working its way into Sarah's brown hole, to fuck it like he had Carries' quim earlier. Carrie just couldn't believe what she'd encouraged her friend to become, but just knew it wouldn't be long until she herself would be matching her brunette girlfriend cock for cock, fuck for fuck and infidelity for infidelity. She accepted her next big cum right then and there, just like, minutes later, she accepted Tom's seed over her face as he pulled out of Sarah and fired his load.

The two housewives had been fucked until the small hours. Carrie had drunk more wine than she had in ages and yet was stone cold sober. She still managed to sleep heavily, snuggled up in bed with Sarah who had taken only slightly less cock than the blond, but was well used to it now. It was still a heavy headed Carrie that almost crawled into the kitchen in need of coffee and food late the next morning.

“Well look what the cat dragged in!” Sarah said, “And how does the big filthy slut feel this morning? And how does it feel to be the one being asked that, instead of asking me the same question?”

“Oh Sarah, Oh God, what am I going to do? What have I done? Oh God Sarah?”

“Don't you Oh Sarah me Mrs! You fucked four strangers like a Bangkok whore last night, and gave my cunt a damn good licking too, so don't Oh Sarah me!” Sarah chastised her tired friend with a friendly laugh, using certain crudities for maximum effect. “So how does it feel?”

“You know full well woman how it feels, bloody marvellous, and very very bad. I've cheated on Bill, Sarah, and he doesn't deserve that!”

“And does my husband, for being a good provider and loyal husband? Does he?”

“Oh shit Sarah. Sorry isn't anything like enough but I am sorry. I know I started this, and I know I'm not going to stop either,” the confused blond admitted as she received a large coffee, “but please don't pick on me right now, at least you weren't in this state the morning after your first time, and I still have to face my man at home when I get there. My poor Bill!”

“Well you'd best start recovering soon and work out what you're going to do. And while you're at it,” Sarah informed her closest friend, “Work out what you'll tell bill next weekend. We're both going to Brian's caravan on the coast and fucking a fishing boat crew, all nine of them, Tom and Brian, just you and me girl, just you and me!”

Carrie sprayed coffee further than Sarah had seen anyone spray it before.