3 comments/ 47919 views/ 1 favorites Is There Recrimination Ch. 01 By: robin35 Congratulations Book Four Is There Recrimination? Ashkey sat alone in the front room waiting for the computer to come to life and spring into action. She was acutely aware of how quiet the house was. She strained her ears to listen and just could make out the snores of her husband. It would have been so easy to climb back up the stairs and go to sleep alongside the warm body of her husband. Tiredness however had come and gone from her so now she was alone. At last, the computer flicked to the main screen and she logged in. Ashkey did not know why she had come onto the computer. It was not for sexual purposes. In the last twenty-four hours, she had performed more sex acts than she had in the preceding year. She needed company and just to feel loved. She knew that her husband worshipped the ground that she walked on and would do anything for her and the children. She also knew that the depravity of the last twenty-four hours had been nothing but sex. At no time had she felt an emotional connection with either Anton or Maria but she had enjoyed using them as much as they had enjoyed using her. Now the guilt and recriminations had begun to creep into her mind and she had to find someone to talk to. As the computer had warmed, itself up Ashkey had thought about her circle of friends trying to find if there was one of them, she could confide in about what had happened. By a process of elimination, she had discovered that she was not particularly close to any family members and the friends she had all knew her husband and would either not understand or want to tell her husband. It was a sad condemnation of her life that over the years as a result of marriage she had lost contact with the many friends that she used to have. Of course, it had not mattered to her previously as she had her husband and children and had been happy in the cocoon of the home. Now however things had changed for Ashkey. She had broken the rules of marriage. She had performed depraved and erotic sex with herself, a young man, a woman and then to make it was she had given herself to her husband. What had happened? Where had all this come from? Who could she talk too? Eventually Ashkey went to Literotica. She had not been on the site for a day or so and was not surprised to see that she had a few private messages. She flicked through them and answered them in order. Once the board was clear, she then went to the Amateur picture site. She perused the board and located some new sets of photos. She quickly looked through them and found that there were quite a few sexy women on them. Had she been in the mood she knew that she could have masturbated to these pictures. This morning however was not the time. Her head was still swirling from the events of the past two days and she had to find a way to put these into perspective. For a moment, she sat looking at a particular picture of a woman but was not really looking at her. It was all so hard. Ashkey could resolve the fact that she had enjoyed the sexual liaisons that she had indulged in. This was not a struggle the pleasure that she had felt was real. The sheer energy used in sexual relief had filled her life like it had never been filled before. This however was not where the struggle was. The struggle was that in participating theses acts she had consented to break the vows of her marriage. Then to top it all she had lain there tonight and allowed her husband to have sex with her. Did she have any scruples anymore? It was getting too much. Her head was just swirling theses ideals around and around and she knew that sitting here alone she would never resolve anything. Even if she was wrong and people told her, so she needed to have another opinion. Eventually she came off the picture board and looked through the list of available forums. She settled on one entitled general chat. Ashkey logged on and look through the threads that had been posted. There were people here chatting about diverse matters such as anal sex and the best way to masturbate and how emotions contribute to love. It seemed to be the appropriate board. Ashkey did not look at any of the threads. She just clicked on post new thread and then stared at the screen as her name was there as a headline and she was faced with a load of blank boxes. Ashkey stepped away from the computer and went to the kitchen. For a moment, she needed to be distracted and compose in her head what she wanted to write. By the time the kettle had, boiled Ashkey was certain in her head what she had to write. She prepared the coffee and then she went back to the computer and began to write. Hello to All of You on Literotica My name is Ashkey and I am in a real moral dilemma. For several years, I have been a happily married woman with a loving husband and two gorgeous girls. I do not work but I am a busy working housewife. Although my sex life with my husband never set the lights flashing in my head I always thought I was happy. However recently I discovered the internet and this awoke me to a new world of sexuality. I enjoyed the adult company and chat and thought nothing of what I was getting to. I met one particular man and we developed a relationship and then friendship. We exchanged an erotic story two days ago and it set off a sequence of events. After reading the story, I masturbate openly in my front room. Unbeknown to me I had an audience of a young man and instead of sending him away, I encouraged him. I played games with him and eventually I fucked him. It was fantastic and when I went to bed that night I was happy for the first time in years. The next day I went shopping to change my clothing and ended up with a female sales assistance. We made love and it was fantastic, I then got home and carried on my sex life with the young man. To top it all off my husband came home from a late night at work and wanted to have sex with me. I was not interested but I let him use me for his own satisfaction. Now I am in a dilemma. I know that what I have done is wrong in regards of the fact that I have broken my marriage vows but I also knew that what I was feeling when I committed theses acts although it was not love it did make me feel alive inside. I have never been able to achieve a sexual orgasm from the pure act of making love to my husband although I have always been able to masturbate myself to orgasm afterwards. When I was with this woman and boy, they both were able to touch buttons within me that set me on an orgasmic path like I have never been down before. What I am asking is. Is it wrong to enjoy sex outside of my marriage vows? Should I tell my husband and try to mend bridges? Shall I just stop now and forget that it has all happened? I know you may not be able to assuage my guilt but I could do with a reasonable perspective on this issue. I look forward to hearing from you all. Ashkey. She sat back and re-read what she had written. She wanted to make sure that she had not given away any personal details about herself or those involved in the past few days. When she was happy with what she had written. She pressed send and watched as the screen went blank and then she switched off the computer and walked up the stairs and back to the warm arms of her husband. Satisfied that although she may not get answers she had got it off her chest and she was able to sleep. It was seven forty five when the alarm clock blared in Ashkey’s ear. She had managed to achieve about four hours sleep in total. She rolled onto her back and the first thing that she noticed was the uncomfortable yet strangely pleasant sensation in her anus.It had been such a deep four hours sleep that it took her head a while to clear and remember what the sensation was. Her head gradually moved the cloud surrounding it and she began to remember the events of the night before. It was not the things that had happened with Anton that were fuzzy. No they were indelibly etched in her mind. She recalled the fact that her husband had made love to her but there were a couple of things missing. She pushed herself up in bed and there was an erotic shooting sensation that seemed to shoot straight up her arse. It was the butt-plug and she recalled the sensation of inserting it the night before and the guilty secret that it hid. Ashkey also suddenly recalled the fact that she had sent out a plea to the readers of Literotica and she could not help but wonder if there had been replies to her desperate plight. She knew that this would have to wait until she could pack her husband off to work and her girls off to school. Remembering her husband she looked to her left and there he was snugged under the duvet with the saliva dripping from his mouth and pooling on his pillowcase. The alarm had been set a little later than usual because of the late hour Ashkey had gone to bed and the fact her husband had worked late. Ashkey jumped out of bed and as she went to put her dressing gown on she nudged her husband awake and informed him of the time. Ashkey went to the toilet and on her way back she woke the girls. It would after all be just another day of getting the girls to school and her husband to work. The only difference would be that it would be a lot more hurried than usual. Ashkey did not worry about her husband her concern was the girls. She needed a cup of coffee to get her going so she went downstairs as she listened to the sound of people moving about above her. This satisfied her as it meant the girl’s were on the move. Ashkey pottered around the kitchen making the cereal for the girl’s and some toast for her husband. Her husband was the first to arrive and he greeted her with a grunt. Mornings were not his best time of day and Ashkey knew that all she had to do was provide him with coffee and toast and make sure he had the paper. This done she gave a shout up the stairs and was soon greeted by the sight of her two daughter’s walking into the kitchen attired appropriately for the day. They sat down chattering at the table and dug into their cereal. Ashkey was allowed to escape to the quiet confines of the living-room. She sat switched on the television and caught up on the news of the day. Nothing jumped out at her. A quiet media day. She was dreaming of Anton and Maria when her husband suddenly made her jump by pecking her on the neck and saying goodbye to her. Ashkey responded automatically and watched him walk out of the house for the day. Next the girls came in. They were giggling between themselves and Ashkey allowed them to enjoy their moment of girly humor. When they had stopped laughing she hustled them into their coats and within ten minutes had dropped them respectfully at day care and school. She hurried home. She knew that she should be tackling the housework but that would have to wait for the moment. She had to find out if anyone had replied to her thread. Resolved to do this first she flicked on the computer and half-heartedly put some washing in as she waited for it to load. At least one chore had been achieved to day and easing her guilt at her lack of housewifely duties she sat herself down at the computer screen. She typed in her username and password and when it was ready she went straight onto the net. Ashkey was anxious now because she was not sure if her thread would warrant any comments. She bypassed the e-mails that were waiting for her and logged into lit. Automatically she went to the Forum’s Board and then she clicked on General. The screen changed and after a few moments she was able to scroll down and find her thread. She noted that in six hours she had received over a hundred hits but rather disappointingly there were only four comments. However, four comments were better than no comments so Ashkey clicked the thread open and sat back to read. Ashkey quickly scrolled through the four comments that had been left on her thread and this is what they said. Hi, Ashkey this is the Wolfman here. Well what can I say? It sounds as if you were having a whole barrel of fun over the last few days. Wish I had been there. Anyway about your dilemma. I would say that if your husband does not sexually satisfy then you should go and get the satisfaction elsewhere. Unfortunately I live to far away otherwise I would be knocking on your door to obtain a piece of the action. Hope you get your dilemma resolved and if not go with the flow. Pm me if you to chat or you want me to fly to your rescue Hey its moonshine here. Sorry to hear about your dilemma. I was in a similar situation several years ago. I tried everything to get my partner interested in sex but he was a once a week man. Nothing I tried seemed to stir him. Eventually I came to the conclusion that my sexuality was more important than my marriage. It was one of the hardest decisions I had to make but for years, I had been unhappy. It was not until another man took an interest in me that I realized I was missing out on the sexual side of things. I did try to talk to my husband but he denied there was a problem and wanted to bury his head in the sand. It was not for me so I had an affair and found my life opened up to a new world of sexual adventure. Three years on, I can honestly say that it was the best decision I ever made. Hope this helps you with your dilemma. Remember no one can make the decision for you other than yourself. Take care Xx Now then you horny mother my name is Dark Knight and I just wanted to say – you go for it. If it was me, I would be shagging my way through the whole of the community. You are doing nothing wrong. Keep it up. Hey, there slag it is the Bible basher here I just wanted to say that you and your sort are whores on society. It is no wonder that the world is in such a mess if there are women like you behaving like you say. Confess your sins you slag and God will surely forgive you. Ashkey sat and read the replies and then she switched off the computer. There had been some good thoughts and there had been some nasty ones. In reality, she had got the responses she had expected. It was not approval she was looking for more understanding into what she had done. Walking back to the kitchen she put on the kettle and stood at the counter thinking about the words of others. Ashkey resolved that she would like to correspond with Moonshine. Although she had no idea where she lived, she did seem to have an insight into what she was going through. She never expected to bond a friendship with Moonshine but she would be a good sounding board for the frustrations that she was going through. What she did wish was that she had a friend nearby who she could just call up and chat to and know that what she was going to say was not going to go anywhere else. Confidentiality was very important to her. Well she thought that was for later. Now she had to make the house look like it had been cleaned. She went to the cupboards under the sink and got out her cleaning products. She rushed around the house cleaning, dusting, and hovering. This was her life and what she had done all her married life. She put some music on and danced around the house picking up clothes and tidying away toys. It never took her long to tidy the house and before she knew it, the clock had moved round to 12 noon. It was time for lunch. She made herself a sandwich and a cup of coffee. When this was devoured, she took the laundry and enjoyed the filtering breeze as she hung out the clothes. It was all-humdrum and caused Ashkey to use no brain cells. It was how her life went and she thought I am content but I am not happy. I have to do something more than this. Is There Recrimination Ch. 02 Ashkey had finished her chores and her lunch and she still had the best part of three hours to fill until she could pick her girls up from school. She had to do something to fill her mind. She couldn’t carry on like this. If she sat around all day doing nothing then she would drive herself mad from the dilemma of what to do with her sex life. She went into the front room and tried to watch television but she could not concentrate on anything. She then looked at the computer and although she was tempted to log on and send a reply to Moonshine she resisted the urge because she knew that she would end up perusing the adult sites and looking at the pictures and getting herself aroused again. No there would be plenty of time for sex. Today she just wanted to be a normal mother and a normal person. She had to get out of the house to withdraw the temptation away from her. There was a few items of shopping that needed to be done so she might as well get herself some fresh air do the shopping and get something nice for tea. It was a good excuse to treat her husband who she had ignored recently both in the bedroom and around the house. Ashkey went upstairs and stripped off her clothes. She went to her wardrobe and reached in the bag that Maria had given her. She didn’t particularly look at what she was choosing but settled on a matching black bra and thong. She then found a pair of figure-hugging jeans and a black t-shirt. It was a look she always felt comfortable in. She felt that black was a color that suited her skin coloring and it was a color that enhanced her figure. She always felt good in herself when dressed in black. When she had finished dressing she applied a small amount of rouge to enhance her cheekbones. She brushed her hair and completed the whole outfit with a pair of black pumps. She hurried downstairs and grabbed her jacket and purse. She was lucky today as her husband had left the car. She always enjoyed the ride in the car. This time of day was a particular good time of day to be out on the road. Traffic was light and apart from the odd salesman it was usually mothers out shopping so there were no fast car idiots. Ashkey drove out of her driveway and headed for the freeway. She was soon cruising along into town. Thankfully the traffic was light and when she arrived in town she found it easy enough to find a parking space. She deposited the car and realized that she had a few hours in which to peruse the shops. Her few items of clothing and shopping that she needed took her about twenty minutes to purchase. Then she took her time choosing items for tea. She settled on a nice piece of lamb- her husband’s favorite, some new potatoes and a selection of fresh vegetables. She completed this by buying some cooking apples and a nice bottle of wine. This was all she needed to do for herself and her family so now there was time for Ashkey to take a leisurely cup of coffee. She had lived around this town all her life and knew the quaintest coffee-shop that served freshly brewed coffee. She found it and noticed that although it was busy it was not heaving and there were a couple of spare tables that she could sit at. She pushed open the door and the first thing she did was stand and inhale the aroma of the roasting beans. It was an aroma that always seemed to hit the very nerves of her nasal passages and spread down to her stomach. It made her thirsty enough to salivate and she could not wait to sip on the coffee nectar. Ashkey managed to find a seat by the window and as she sat down she couldn’t help but wonder how many years she had been coming here and how little the town had actually changed. She was soon lost in her thoughts of a time gone by when she became aware of a presence to the side of her. She looked up and saw a young girl in the coffee shop uniform. She was stood with pad and pen poised ready to take her order. Ashkey could not tell how long the girl had been stood there but she was looking a little impatient. Ashkey quickly gave her the order and then she turned back to the window. It took about ten minutes for her coffee to arrive but Ashkey always thought it worth the wait. She allowed the hot drink to stay on the table for a moment whilst the fumes filtered up and filled her senses. When she was ready she picked up the cup and gently sipped at the liquid. At first it burnt her mouth but soon she was used to the heat and the flavor. As she drank she was unaware of anything else so when there was a tapping at the window Ashkey ignored it thinking it could not be possibly someone wanting her. However the tapping persisted and Ashkey looked up and saw a woman about her age but much more glamorously dressed. Ashkey was not familiar with the face but the woman seemed to be indicating that they knew each other. She was signaling asking Ashkey if she was alone and if she could join her. Ashkey was intrigued because this stranger obviously thought she knew her. Ashkey indicated that it was fine for her to come in and join her. She watched as the woman moved along the shop front and towards the door. She pushed it open and made her way across to Ashkey’s table. When she arrived at the table she stood for a moment as if suddenly unsure of herself and then she spoke. “Its Ashkey isn’t it?’ Ashkey nodded still not sure who the woman was. “Sorry to interrupt you. It’s Cynthia. We were in the same home room class at school although we were not really friends” Ashkey was now racking her brain to picture her as she would have been at school. Suddenly an image had begun to form. Cynthia had been a quiet member of the class who had always done well in school. She had never been part of any clique but then again she had not been unpopular. She was a mouse who thrived on education. Ashkey tried to remember what had happened to her. As far as she could recall Cynthia had gone onto college but it had been out of state. “Sorry Cynthia I didn’t recognize you. Why do you not sit down?” Cynthia accepted the offer and took the chair opposite Ashkey they were soon chatting and exchanging pleasantries about what each had been up to. Time flew wand before she knew she had half an hour to get back to the car and collect the girls. She apologized to Cynthia but gave her the telephone number of the mobile and asked her to call her tomorrow when perhaps they could enjoy a coffee in one of their houses. Cynthia said that would be a great idea and then they both stood and gave each other a friendly peck on the cheek and bade the other goodbye. Ashkey made it back to the car and out of town with five minutes to spare. She deposited the shopping at home and collected the girls. She was happier that she could remember and she could only put that down to discovering a link from her past. Ashkey stood alone in the kitchen. The girls had been given a snack after school and were now happily ensconced in front of the television. She could just make out the sound of cartoons. She had made an effort today. There would be two meals to prepare. The girls were having some fish with potatoes and vegetables. One thing Ashkey believed was that even though they may not enjoy it they had to have a balanced diet. This was the easy part. It was timing that was going to be the issue. She wanted to make a special meal for just her and her husband. All the ingredients had been especially chosen as her husband’s favourites and she was determined to prepare them just right. She had taken the lamb and it was marinating in a sauce of sesame and rosemary. The potatoes had been peeled and par boiled and then coated in garlic and were in the oven roasting along with the lamb. Ashkey had then peeled and scrubbed the vegetables until they were in the pan waiting to be boiled. She had prepared the apples and set them in a crumble to cook off and then she had uncorked the wine and set it to breathe and warm so it would be perfect for serving with the meal. She could no more food wise and so she fed the girls then dashed upstairs and ran herself a bath. It was time to pamper herself and when she did this, her husband always got the benefit. She liked a lovely deep bath so it took a while for it to run. As she waited for the bath to fill, she went to the bedroom and found the bag Maria had given her. For the first time she looked through the contents and selected a lovely set of deep blue underwear. Her husband’s favourite colour was blue and she knew that if this did not get him interested then nothing would. She lovingly placed the bra and knickers on the bed and then looked through her wardrobe to decide what to wear. She had forgotten how many clothes she had discarded yesterday and how little clothes she now had left to wear. What she had though was a collection of clothes that she felt comfortable in and made her feel sexy. She selected a navy skirt and then a blouse that was perhaps a size too small but enhanced her breasts and always made her feel hot when wearing it. The outfit chosen for tonight she went back to the bathroom turned off the water and climbed in. She allowed the water to make her tingle and excite her. She wanted to wank but resisted the temptation. If she could keep herself on the boil then sex with her husband would be even better. Making sure that she was clean all over and that all her hair was trimmed or removed she climbed out of the bath and toweled herself dry. It took all her effort to slip into the dressing gown and not climb into bed. Then she went back downstairs and checked on the girls and the meal. The food was cooking and the girls were back in front of the television. She checked the clock and then hustled the girls upstairs and into the bath. She wanted her husband all to herself tonight. It was unlucky for the girls but she excused herself by saying it was a school night and it would no them no harm to have an early night. Ashkey tried not to show the girls this as she sat at the side of the bath chatting to them and catching up on the recent school gossip. She laughed when they made a joke and she pampered them and washed their hair. Then she lovingly toweled them dry and wrapped them in warm bed clothes. One by one, she took the girls to bed and snuggled them down. She read them both a story then left them to dream of whatever. Satisfied that she had done all she could do as a mother she the went back to her bedroom and prepared to be a wife .It had been so long since she had done anything special for her husband that she actually found herself getting wet at the prospect. Tonight was going to be special. Ashkey had gone through so much in the last two days and she had to unload on someone. Her husband was the obvious person and although she could not say what his day would have been like at work she wanted to confess to him. Her mind had been so full of guilt and recrimination that she was beginning to make herself sick with worry. She needed to be honest with him and hope that he understood. She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and walked naked towards the bed. First, she picked up the bra and put it on. It was three quarter cup and allowed her nipples to poke over the top. It was also an excellent fit. She wondered at the eye of Maria who had not taken her measurements yet so far, everything had fitted. Next, she picked up the knickers. In fact, they were not knickers but a thong that snugged her cunt beautifully. To this, she added a suspender belt and some stockings. She smoothed out the creases then applied the skirt and blouse. Boy she felt good and she hoped her husband would appreciate the effort. Finally, she applied some make-up and did her hair. She checked herself in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. If she was happy, her husband could not help but be happy. Satisfied she went downstairs and poured out the wine. All she could do now was wait. Fifteen minutes passed and then her husband arrived home. He gave her a kiss and then sat himself at the table. He drank the wine and ate the food as Ashkey served it to him. No comments passed between them and when the meal was finished, he sat and drank his coffee. This task completed he stood and said he was off for a bath. Ashkey was hurt. He had not noticed her clothes. All the effort was wasted. She wanted to try again and so she went to the bathroom after clearing up and found her husband asleep in the bath. He was snoring loud enough to wake the girls. Ashkey was really pissed off now. All that effort and it was wasted. She sat on the toilet and quietly fumed. She had gone out of her way to please her husband and what had she got. No words on her clothes and no comment on the food and now he was asleep in the bath. How could he do this to her? Ashkey finally made up her mind. Fuck you she thought. I had recriminations about what I had been up to and was prepared to tell you all and now look at you. For that, you can fuck off. Her mind made up she wrote him a note found her purse and left the house. Ashkey literally stormed out of the house. She was really hurting. Today she had made a special effort for husband. She had prepared his favourite meal along with dessert. She had lovingly bathed and perfumed herself and then she had dressed in colours and clothes that she knew he liked and for what. The bastard had not noticed the food. He had not noticed her aroma and certainly, he had not noticed her clothes. Ashkey had started the evening feeling so sexy and pleased and yet within an hour her husband had totally deflated her and made her feel worthless as a woman and a wife. As she stepped into the fresh air of the night, the tears were running down her cheeks. She could not comprehend what she had done wrong. No matter how hard she tried, she never seemed to be able to draw attention to her husband. She appreciated that at times over the years, she had probably dedicated a lot of time to her children and yes she probably had neglected her husband but when the occasions had been right, she had made the effort. Not so many years ago, any effort she made would have been noticed but now her husband did not even notice a blatant effort. She tried to compose herself as she walked down the street and by the time, she had reached the end of the road the tears that had flooded from her in frustration had now been replaced with anger and resentment. She was going to prove to that husband of hers that she was still an attractive woman and that if he could not be bothered to notice then she was sure there would be other men out there who would. Her husband would never know how close she had come tonight to confessing all that she had been up to over the past few days. She had hoped by talking to him that he may realize that he had also been responsible for neglecting and that perhaps he would want to change enough and open up to her about what he desired sexually. Silently stood at the end of her road she admonished herself. Yes, she knew that all she had done recently had been wrong but how could she rectify things if her husband would not even talk to her. It was time for him to learn an important. Ashkey had changed. Yes, she would still be a mother and wife and would give him sex whenever he wanted it but she was also a woman in her own right. She craved attention and affection. When she thought about things, she realized that it was true what people said. For a man the act of making love was a mere physical thing yet for a woman it was a head thing. Over the past two days, she had mentally connected with two, people more than she had ever connected with her husband. Now she wanted to try the other path. Tonight she wanted to act like a man. It was a path that she had never traveled and she was not sure where to start. She wanted to be fucked. Bo strings no emotions just a hard shagging. Her mind made up Ashkey stood at the corner and saw the supermarket was open. She checked her purse and then entered the shop and purchased some cigarettes and a lighter. She had used to smoke but had stopped when her first child had been conceived. Now she was refinding herself and this was the start. She paid for her purchase and then stepped outside. She unwrapped the goods and removed a smoke. She lit and inhaled. Her first instinct was to gasp and choke but she managed to suppress this. The second inhalation felt better and by the time, she was halfway through the cigarette she felt as if she had never stopped. Finishing the cigarette, she ground the butt into the path and went in search of a taxi. It did not take her long to find a waiting cab. They were queued in the high street. It was a weeknight and business was quiet. Ashkey was still pissed off and angry with her husband as she got into the front of the cab. She turned to the driver and all she said was. “A bar” The taxi set off. The driver had been a cabbie for many years and he could tell when someone was pissed off. He was also one not to keep quiet and so he started talking to Ashkey. “Argument with your boyfriend was it?” “No bastard husband” “Some men do not know when they are born” he responded “Too bloody right” “So what kind of bar do you want? Quiet or busy?” “Busy” Ashkey replied “Right you are” For a few moments, they were silent and then Ashkey turned and looked at the driver. She examined him from top to bottom and worked out that he was probably married but on the whole not bad looking. She seemed to make a decision in her head and then she put her plan into action. As the cabbie drove she slowly slipped further forward in the seat so that her skirt rode up to reveal her stocking tops. She coughed to draw attention to the driver and when he turned, he almost crashed the cab. Ashkey looked at him with a sultry look and then she said “Like what you see?” “Yes ma’am” he replied “Well if you find a quiet spot and pull over it is all yours” The driver could not believe his luck but then again he was not going to miss an opportunity like this. He quickly pulled off the main road and into a deserted car park. At the same time, Ashkey had pulled herself over the chairs and was laid on the back seat with her skirt up around her waist and her knickers in her hand. She laid there and played with herself as the driver parked up. He jumped out of the front and literally threw the back door open. He unzipped himself and dropped his pants as Ashkey said “No foreplay. Just fuck me” He stood in front of her then he raised her legs over his shoulders and plunged into her. Ashkey gasped as she grabbed hold of him. It felt good to be a slut. He drove into her hard and fast and underneath him, Ashkey bucked back. This was not so hard she thought. She managed to detach herself and cumm whilst he was still going at her. She came again as he unloaded into her. Then he pulled out zipped himself up and got back in the drivers seat. Ashkey straightened herself up and rejoined him in the front. When they were both ready he set off and before long, he pulled up outside a bar. Ashkey climbed out paid him and gave him her knickers as a tip and then she strolled into the bar. Is There Recrimination Ch. 03 Ashkey pushed opened the doors to the bar. It was an old fashioned bar and she had to give the doors quite a shove to have them open for her. As they swing inwards, they creak which indicated that the bar was somewhere that was not well maintained. Stepping through the open doors Ashkey found herself standing on a carpet that was red in color and sticky with a mixture of alcohol and nicotine. It was obvious that no amount of cleaning would bring this carpet back to its original luster. She walked into the bar with her head held high. She did not want to appear nervous or unfamiliar with her surroundings. Her confidence was fuelled by the fact that she was still angry and pissed off with her husband. For a moment, she stood and surveyed the bar. The walls were adorned with what appeared to be a yellow color paper but on closer examination, it was clear that the paper was in fact a cream color and stained with years of tobacco smoke. In one corner, there was an old dance floor that was at this moment occupied by a couple of women dancing to some rock and roll piping out of a jukebox. The actual bar filled about half the room and behind it was a sourly looking barman. The rest of the bar was taken up with an array of booths. Each of these booths was occupied by groups of men drinking beer and groups of women sipping gently on glasses of Chardonnay. Ashkey aroused herself from her cursory glance around the bar and was acutely aware of the groups of regulars eyeing her up and wondering what a single woman was doing in a bar like this. Ashkey fought hard to suppress the urge to turn and leave and instead reached into her handbag withdrew a cigarette, lit it, and walked to the bar. Ashkey looked the bar square in the eye and ordered a bottle of beer. She walked down the bar and as she reached for a stool, she could hear the group of men in the booth commenting about her. Filled with the anger of her experience with her husband this was what not Ashkey wanted and she felt the need to say something. Instead, she stood in front of the men and after checking that nobody else could see she lifted her skirt. The men gazed in amazement as they got to stare at her naked pussy and then she surprised them even more. She was lost now in the enjoyment of the show. With her skirted hitched up at the front she walked right into the booth and spoke to the men. "As you can see I am a single woman who is in this bar for a quiet drink. I know you are a backward bunch of neadrathals but if you want to speak about me do it to my face. I have been fucked off once tonight by a man." "Now as you can see I have no knickers on. I gave them to a taxi driver as a reward for fucking me before he brought me to this bar. Now boys get your cocks out and I will give you a show. Once I have done that you will leave me alone to enjoy a quiet drink. Do you understand?" All the men did was murmur to themselves and proceed to take out their cocks. There were four men and Ashkey watched as they fiddled with their pants and then produced four cocks of different lengths and width. Satisfied that the men were doing as she had told them Ashkey moved her hands down and spread her pussy lips. On her command, all the men began to wank. She then spread her pussy lips, dipped a finger in, and scooped out some of the taxi's driver spunk. Her finger coated she removed the finger and brought it to her mouth. With a look of sheer lust, she stuck the finger in her mouth and licked it clean. This was too much for one of the men who sighed and shot his load onto his lap. For the next ten minutes, Ashkey teased the men. Wanking her vagina and scooping out spunk. One after another, the men shot their loads until all four sat with wet laps and wilting dicks. When they were all finished Ashkey just dropped her skirt and walked to the bar. She turned back to the men and gave them a wink before picking up her beer and taking a drink. She had not cumm herself. This had been about the power that she had over men and the anger and contempt that she felt towards them at this moment. The first beer disappeared down her throat and she signaled for another. Perched on the stool she was able to think about all she was doing. Try as she might she could not refute the fact that she had awakened her sexuality and she wanted to continue on the journey. The difficulty was that she did love her husband and she wanted to bring him on the journey to. So far he had seemed reluctant to talk and yet as she sat and contemplated life Ashkey was determined that this issue would not remain a mystery between her and her husband for much longer. IS THERE RECRIMINATION? – CH8 Ashkey had resolved in her head that she was going to go home snuggle up with her sleeping husband and sleep the night away together. He was probably worrying about her and what had become of her. She reflected that this situation was not his fault. Oh, he was a contributing factor but at the end of the day, she had made the decision to marry him and she had known what sort of man he was when she had walked down the aisle with him. Also and more importantly in her head she had known what sort of woman she was. She had always had a high sex drive as a teenager and she should have had the courage to discuss that with her husband before committing herself to him. She could also have talked to him over the years about her sexual frustrations and the need for her to express herself. Sat there on the bar stool she was lost in her own thoughts and actually laughing out loud at what was going on in her head. Now was the time to go and get things sorted out. Okay maybe he did not need to know about what had happened over the past few days. In fact weighing up the options it was probably better that she did not discuss with him what had happened recently. He would not understand and why rock the boat. She would go home and arrange to talk to him and then be honest with him. She was so happy with the decision that she had made in her head that Ashkey allowed herself the luxury of changing from a beer to vodka. Fuck it she thought lets celebrate with a double. She had one and then she had another. She was ready to go home and face her husband. Ashkey took a deep breath and then she eased herself off the stool. As she attempted to stand, she suddenly realized how much alcohol she had actually consumed. Her legs were unsteady her vision blurred and she felt nauseous. Shit she was in trouble. She had forgotten how alcohol affected people. She was not a drinker these days and although she used to be able to consume a bucketful that had been many years ago. Now all she felt was sick. There was no euphoria, no high just a poorly feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. For a moment Ashkey stood at the bar trying to compose herself. She gulped in huge quantities of air but the heavy smoke laden atmosphere did nothing to help her state of mind. She was fighting hard the urge not to vomit when suddenly she was aware of a figure stood in front of her. She looked up and tried to focus. To do this she had to screw up her eyes and look at the figure with them half closed. Doing this also helped her nauseous feeling and she began to feel better. She looked at the figure stood in front of her and she was confronted with a man. He was smartly dressed in a business suit with a white shirt and tie. His shoes were polished. He was clean-shaven and smelled as if he had just stepped out of the shower. He was also very handsome. He was about 6ft 4in tall with rugged looks. His muscles appeared physically well developed and his skin was tanned with the recent bathing of the sun on it. As Ashkey stood and took in all these physical details of the man, he was reaching out a hand to offer her support. "Can I help you ma'am?" Ashkey was grateful that someone in the bar had taken notice of her plight and her physical inability to stand and communicate. She placed her hand out and he walked her across the bar to a booth. He sat her down as gently as she could handle and then he returned to the bar. Ashkey thought he had gone to get more alcohol but when he returned he was holding out a cup of coffee to her. "Here drink this it will make you feel better." he said. Ashkey gratefully reached up and took the mug containing the hot fluid from her. As she made the first gentle sips, he took a seat opposite her and did not say anything. He just looked at Ashkey with concern on his face. The coffee hit the pit of Ashkey's stomach and it was too much for it to take. She felt the bile build at the back of her throat and then she was off and running. Her head was clearer now and she managed to make it to the toilets without incident. She quickly looked around and found a sink. With no dignity at all and not caring, she placed her head in the sink and proceeded to unload all the alcohol from the last two hours. It flowed and burnt the back of her throat but Ashkey could not stop it. At last, she managed to stem the flow of vomit and turned the cold tap on. She rinsed her mouth out and washed her face. When she looked at herself in the mirror what looked back was not a pretty sigh. She managed to rearrange her hair and e-apply her make-up. She at least now was presentable. She managed to stand and make her way back to the man, the booth and the coffee. This time however she was able to drink the coffee without incident and when she had finished she found herself apologizing profusely to her guardian angel. He dismissed her apologies as not required and then he introduced himself. "Well if you are interested my name is Hank and I am a banker from out of town. I am traveling through on my way to see relatives." Ashkey listened to his tale and then she introduced herself and told him a little bit more about herself and why she was sat in a bar on a weeknight making an idiot of herself. Hank just sat there sipping his coffee and listening. Conversation flowed between them easily so much so that before Ashkey was aware of it another hour had passed. She looked at her watch and told Hank that she really had to go. Hank offered to give her a lift, which Ashkey was grateful to accept. They stepped out into the night air and once more Ashkey felt unsteady on her feet. Hank steadied her and led her to his car. He was a gentleman and held the door open for her. They drove home and talked whilst Ashkey gave him directions on where to go. It took them about twenty minutes before they were drawing up outside Ashkey's house. Nothing had happened between them and once he had stopped the car, Hank jumped out and once more opened the door for her. Ashkey for the first time in a long time felt like a lady. She stood by the side of the car and thanked Hank for his time, conversation, and lift home. Hank stated that it had been a pleasure. Ashkey then stood and pecked him on the cheek he in return took a card from his pocket and said he was in town for one day if she wanted to chat. Ashkey thanked him and put the card in her purse. Then she turned and walked towards her front door. As she put the key in the lock she turned back just in time to see Hank waving at her before she drove off. Ashkey crept into the house. All was silent but her husband had left her some lights on. She was still unsteady from the alcohol. She managed to climb the stairs and make it to the bedroom. In the bed, her husband was dozing but as she entered, he opened his eyes and looked at her. As he watched his wife undress, he suddenly saw the effort that she had made for him. He attempted to apologize but Ashkey just gave him a kiss and cuddle and told him to forget about it. She also said she loved him and that they could talk another day. Thinking that he had his wife back her husband turned over and went to sleep. Ashkey lay there thinking. She had been through emotional hell today and now she had met a gentleman. If her husband was not going to care maybe there was someone who would? All recriminations set aside Ashkey rolled over and went to sleep dreaming of Hank.