A night out for Sarah

“Where are you Sarah you dirty rotten lucky slut?” Carrie almost screeched as she burst through Sarah's front door, left ajar for her arrival. She was 15 minutes early but Sarah was ready for her.
“In here,” Sarah answered from the kitchen, “wanna' shout a bit louder in case the whole town didn't hear you?” Sarah was sat at the plain pine kitchen table, with her mobile phone and two mugs of coffee.

“Sorry,” Carrie said, as she sat opposite her friend, taking Sarah's left hand in both of her own. “I hardly slept all night after your text, I'm on tenter hooks! Tell me everything, right from the start. I just know this is gonna' be good!”

Sarah began at the start, and it was more like two 17 year old school girls, one of whom had just lost her virginity, than two married 40 something mothers, one of whom had cheated on her husband, and had her first gang bang into the bargain. Apart from when taking the odd sip of coffee, white with 2 sugars, Carrie held her friends hand all way through, in rapt silence.

“OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod! Again. All of it. Everything!” Demanded the excited Carrie. The slim blond had been pushing her friend to do something like this for ages, and she was feeling proud of her achievement. Maybe even a little envious.

Sarah was about to protest at starting again, but the glint in her friends eye, added to the dampness between her own thighs, made her just get on with it.

“Oh you dirty lucky bitch. Oh I'm so pleased for you!”

“Carrie?” Sarah squealed, “You should be talking me out of this stuff, not encouraging me. You're meant to be my friend!”

“So what time did you call him to set up tonight!” The incredulous look on Sarah's face told Carrie that no such call had been made. Carrie grabbed Sarah's mobile and began to search the numbers.

“Hoy, What?”

“If you don't call him, I will. I'll go round there and bonk his brains out Lady!”

“He's not even good looking Carrie! Christ, what have I done?” They were still in school girl mode, all high pitch and giggles.

“Here, it's ringing!” the blond protagonist said and passed Sarah her own phone.

“You Cow!” Sarah called her.

“Hi,” Tom answered, “I was starting to lose faith in you. Right, my place, 7.30, dress to go out, not too flash, and wear pants tonight. All right?”

“Um, O.K.” and the line went dead.

Carrie just knew her best buddy would never pick the right outfit, so insisted on helping her, which meant telling what what to wear. So, dropping even further back into their youth, the two forty plus school girls retired to Sarah's bedroom.

Sarah had to remind herself to eat lunch, she was so nervous, particularly when hubby rang her, that her routine was totally disrupted. Hubby was one of a few drivers that worked weekends at the haulage firm. It paid more, and with so many businesses working 7 days a week, it was supply the demand or lose work. Hubby was happy to spend from from late Sunday evening to late or early Tuesday evening with Sarah, drinking and talking about work or watching sport, but on the latter day, he could sometimes start to tire after dinner, so it was better then to get off to his best girl, Lucy the Volvo lorry, and get back into the rhythm of work.

Sarah was dressed in the red dress with spaghetti straps that had been out around three years ago for a wedding anniversary, and hung in the wardrobe ever since. It was just the right length above the knee, and fitted her curvy, some men would say wench like, figure very well. Black shoes and clutch bag finished things off. Carrie was not too happy with the rather plain red bra and pants, but Sarah insisted she was not going clothes shopping in order to do what she really wished she wasn't doing, but with Carrie behind her all the way, couldn't stop herself from doing anyway.

Even before she left the house, Sarah had a tummy full of butterflies and a serious case of self consciousness. Surely anyone seeing her would know she was going out to commit adultery. The 15 minute walk to Tom's was nerve racking.

Tom opened the door, gestured her inside, and directed her up the stairs to the bathroom, which surprised her, but she could immediately feel the effects of his authoritative aura. On the landing Tom told her to take off the dress, which fortunately had a back zip and was stepped out of and into, and also her pants and shoes. Her query was ignored. So, in just a bra and slim black strapped watch, Sarah entered the bathroom and sat, as directed, on the edge of the stool. She decided not to ask about the champagne cooling in the sink.

“I think you ought to shave your lovely little pussy Sarah, no time like the present!” Tom told her, and as she was already suffering from his authoritative manner, she simply helped him. He had at least bought a good ladies razor and some sort of cream for the job.

It was something she'd never thought about, not being overgrown, but it spoke to the online fantasy Sarah in a way that real world Sarah wouldn't understand. It was after all, an online flirt, more of Carries' handiwork, that had dared her to not wear pants the night before, and it was online fantasy Sarah that had whipped them off just before she left. Just the effect of shaving was giving Sarah goose bumps all over, and her labia were all tingly.

To add to the confusion, the job done, Tom told her to sit on the corner of the bath, facing inward legs apart, and opened the champagne as she obeyed. She was just a little startled when the bottle neck appeared just above her now naked and inwardly damp quim, she thought Tom was going to insert it at first. It was when he dribbled some of the contents onto her newly shaven area that she almost fell into the bath.

The alcohol and effervescence electrified her skin, made her button stand up and sent a shock wave through her body. A second application and the light rubbing of Tom's left index finger on her button, threw her into the first climax she'd ever had without something thrust inside her no longer secret garden, at least a finger. She squealed in surprise and ecstasy and a third dousing only lit more fires within her.

It was all Sarah could do to maintain her perch on the bath, it took every last piece of concentration she had left. Tom dragged the razor over her raw flesh one more time and gave her a final rinse, and while her mind was left utterly defenceless, the general that was her online persona led in an army of sluttish behaviour, and Sarah would never again be quite the same, respectable, married woman she had been 36 hours ago.

By eight o'clock they were walking out to the taxi. Sarah was walking carefully, not just because she had not long been in the throws of orgasm, but because Tom, determined to get the most from his willing victim, had inserted a pair of love eggs into her hole before she was once more clad in underwear. It was something she'd heard of, but never even considered trying. It was only half way to the pub restaurant they were headed for that Tom, his left hand in his jacket pocket, pressed a button on a small remote control.

Sarah gave a start and looked at Tom, surprise all over her face. The vibrations inside her still damp tunnel were so unexpected she grabbed his right arm with her left hand and bit her bottom lip. He grinned his satisfaction at her like predator that had just cornered dinner.

Sarah couldn't believe it. These things surely wouldn't just do that would they? The sensation of just having them there was kinky enough to the inexperienced woman, but if they did that at odd periods how could she conduct normal conversation even? When Tom brought the remote just into view, she gave him a look to boil ice water in an instant. He did something with the remote and her harsh look melted into a glazed look as the eggs went into overdrive, and rammed home hard the control her lover had at this moment. She had to cover her face with a hand while she composed herself as Tom dialled down the eggs, to save power for later.

In the dining area of the pub as they waited for their order, Tom gave Sarah a look which she had only just interpreted as she felt the vibrations start again. The low ceiling and low level lighting gave the place a cosy atmosphere, the polished dark brown tables reflecting just a little, so it was unlikely any one at another table would see her twisted smile. Tom dialled the power down until she could handle the sensation with some dignity, and let her cook as they talked of nothing much.

The young waiter gave Sarah an odd look as, having placed her stuffed mushroom starter before her, she said; “Thank yoUU!” as a grinning Tom gave her a burst of power with the remote. She gave him an evil look that was just a little spoilt by the smile in her eyes.

During the coffee tom decided to do his worst, and built up the power on the eggs until Sarah began to squirm. She just wasn't used to such treatment, and couldn't handle it like she hoped she one day would. Not being able to do anything but wriggle eventually led to her creaming over the eggs, and when Tom saw her gaze fade away and an almost sickly grin he counted slowly to five, and gradually reduced power until the eggs were dormant. Sarah eventually let go of the table edge. Had she not already have given herself fully to exploring an extramarital sex life back in the bathroom, coming in the midst of a crowd of diners would have had the same effect.

Once the meal was over Tom told Sarah to go to the ladies and remove the eggs, and her pants. Having gone over to the Carrie side as she would put it later, Sarah simply did it, happy in the belief that Tom could only have something sexual in mind, and not at all in character with the wife her husband had left a few days ago, and would expect to find upon his return in around 24 hours.

Tom took the time to she was away to have a quick chat with a likely looking pair of suspects seated just off the bar, and was holding a bar stool for Sarah upon her return, with a large glass of wine next to it on the bar. The hight of the stools was fine for his six foot frame, but for Sarah it meant a an awkward moment or two, and some flashing of her shapely thighs as the dress rode up.

The place was still fairly busy and there was the usual buzz of back ground chat and low music. Tom had pulled certain information from Sarah though the evening, but given only a little himself. They must have been at the bar for around thirty to forty minutes when Tom said to Sarah;

“So, ready to get dirty again are you?” and gave her a challenging look.

“Jesus Tom, what now? I get it, you're making me” and she lowered her already fairly quiet voice, “into a proper slut for your own fun, and I can't help but go along with it, but what are you up to now, are you going to take me over the bar or something?”

“Something!” he said, in a non committed way, and winked at her.

“Oh Christ, come on Tom, what now?” she almost whining in desperation. She was wet and horny, and she wasn't used to it, it was almost making her want to jump the first available man at the first opportunity.

“Ever had sex in a pub toilet?”

“Jesus no!”

“Well you're about to, so get ready!” and the look on her face was part fear, part shock, and part wanton anticipation.

Tom caught the attention of the two men he'd spoken to while Sarah was removing her underwear and the eggs, the latter now in Tom's pocket. She had almost missed them since taking them out, as well as the control they gave Tom. The two men, leather biker type jackets, jeans, mid length hair and 2 days growth, got up and headed for the gents.

“When I say, just walk toward the toilets and you'll be guided in when it's clear. Just go with the flow and make them, and yourself, happy. Right, off you go!”

Oh my good God, what am I about to do? Me! Sarah housewife. Oh My God it's like the eggs are still there, fuck me Jesus I'm a slut! God help me! And she saw the lighter haired of the two thirty ish men she was about to fuck open the gents door and wave her in. She kept her gaze straight ahead to avoid seeing urinals and condom machines. The other one had the door of a cubical that stood alone in one corner open, and Sarah walked in like a Judas goat with no herd in tow.

As the door closed she was spun round and pushed down onto the lowered seat lid, and a cock offered to her in no time flat. She opened her mouth without hesitation and sucked it in, fantasy Sarah being in control since the champagne earlier. The taste was sweaty, salty with pre cum, but with her hand on the base, she took it in and revelled in the feel of it hardening fully inside her cheating mouth.

The feeling of being so, so dirty, so sluttish, was making her tummy turn somersaults and her tunnel even wetter than it already was. She worked her mouth noisily up and down the strangers length for a minute or so before he stood her up by her shoulders and turned her round. Much like in the garage at Tom's, God, was that only last night? She was bent over, this time to hold onto the cistern in a cubical in a men's toilet, her dress was worked up over her hips, and the tip of the cock she had just sucked, found out that there was hardly any resistance to it's entering her quim.

Sarah had a small climax right then. She was letting a stranger fuck her in a pub toilet, and was eagerly pushing back onto him like a full on slapper. And not a word had been said. He rammed right up her unfaithful hole and set a fast pace. Sarah couldn't believe the lack of guilt she felt, and knew she would come soon if he kept this up, her breasts swinging as much as her bra allowed. His finger on her button was almost enough after only a couple of minutes but when he jerked and shot his seed into her, with no protection, that sent her over the edge. His fluids splashed inside her and brought hers out in the process, and it was all she could do not to cry out. She shook visibly with the force of her illicit climax.

As she came down Sarah heard some one enter the gents. She spent about four to five minutes of incredibly exciting time just feeling the cock in her soften as some one used the toilet for its intended purpose, and once they had gone, she stood up to relieve her back as the two men she was temporarily with changed over. The evidence of unfaithfulness began to slide down her right thigh

as she waited, and she quickly scooped it up with toilet roll and just got rid of it when she was joined by her next sexual partner.

There was no sucking this time. With the dress still up round her waist, he pulled the straps out to the side and slid the dress from her breasts which he then uncovered by prising the cups of the bra up off of her mounds.

The complete and total new comer in her life then lifted her right leg to place her foot on the seat, and with her back against the wall slid his own meat rod into her wet hole, and began to fuck her now clean shaved hole like she was a cheap whore. He pawed her breasts now and then and humped at her hard and fast, telling Sarah by the actions that he wouldn't last long. She didn't think she would either, but as she felt her own climax begin to build, her short term lover shot more seed into her like she didn't matter, and muttered the words;

“Fucking dirty little cunt!”

Sarah was left unsatisfied by the second cock to fuck her in a gents toilet, but was surprised to see Tom, who she hadn't heard come in, replace the man who's cum was now escaping from her used slit. Tom wasted no time in ramming into her as she was still in the position in which she had just been fucked.

“How does it feel to fuck strangers in a men's room then Sarah? Good?”

“Shut up Tom. You're a bastard and I need to come!” and again she was almost whining as she spoke.

Tom fucked her for around three minutes before he gave her his seed on top of the other two loads she'd taken. He had his his left hand flattening her right breast against her as he pinned her to the wall.

Sarah was already coming herself as he did so, her body shaking and her legs nearly buckling as she was attacked by her own nervous system as it dispersed the overload of sensations to her nether regions to every far flung corner it could find. She finally ended up hanging onto Tom while she caught her breath, and then, with a quick application of pressure to her head, he had her lick his cock and balls clean while another unidentified person used the toilets they were in.

Once she had cleaned Tom, he said; “Meet me outside the door to the left of the one that goes back to the bar.” and zipping up, he left a startled Sarah on her own in the gents toilet, trying to decide if she liked the taste of herself on a man's cock.

It was nerve racking and a little exciting but she cleaned up as best she could in the cubical, put on her pants that had been in her bag since they came off when she removed the eggs, and grabbing her bag from the cistern, almost ran out to meet Tom.

As they waited for the taxi, Tom spoke;

“Well? How does it feel to be a married woman fucking strangers in the toilets because a bloke you met the day before told you to?”

“Oh God, I don't know! I can't... I don't... Oh fuck Tom it's good, bad, bloody marvellous and I hate myself because I like it! Please just don't ever ask me that question again! Ever!” she replied vehemently.

Tom chuckled and put an arm round her shoulder, partly because it was a bit cool and she had no top, partly in a possessive way to which she responded by putting an arm round his waist, in full acceptance that she was in part, now his. No love was involved, but a partnership was evident nonetheless.

Back at Tom's, after he had fondled her right breast for much of the way with his arm over her shoulders as she sat in the middle back seat, Tom had her slowly strip for him in the living room. He told her what a dirty woman she was, called her his little slut, and removed his own clothes as he watched her display a new side of herself. She was no professional stripper, but her hands caressed her body in seductive ways, and she displayed herself for his enjoyment in a way she could never do for her husband.

Once naked Sarah straddled Tom as he lay on the floor, and mounted herself on his erection. She hadn't done anything but missionary for five years, and not actually had sex at all so far this year, until last night, but she rode Tom's hard on for all she was worth as he told her of the things she would do for him in the coming months. He had no plans for the moment, he was just making things up for effect, to make her more excited, but at no time did she so much as bat an eyelid, not even when he said he would have her fuck a half dozen blokes in a car park somewhere. She just rode him until she came.

Whatever Tom said just made her hornier. She had visions of taking a pizza boy's cock in her mouth at Tom's door, of fucking men in a public toilet or letting them play with her body in a cinema. Whatever Tom came up with sounded no worse than what she had already done to the mind blurred by the approaching climax, so she just worked her button down onto his groin and his cock in and out of her cuckolding pussy, and for the first time that night was able to cry out loud as she melted into an intense orgasm that threatened to lay her out.

As it was, she was still groggy when Tom hurriedly rolled her onto her back, pulled out of her leaking quim and pushed his cock into her mouth. She automatically sucked as he pumped several times and then shot five or six strings of salty cum onto the back of her throat, and then massaged her throat to encourage her to swallow cum for the first time in her entire life. She wasn't put off by the taste, could put up with the sensation of the thick cum going down, and put the act down to just being another thing she now did, as a slut.

It was late as she walked home, very late, she had a light coat of Tom's on, that she would have to hide until next week, but in spite of the time, she sent a text to Carrie and more fool her if she had not turned her mobile off.

'Jesus Carrie, coffee at ten! I hate you btw! X'

Carrie will explode, Sarah thought, and tried not to think about her husband, on the road with Lucy.