26 comments/ 44774 views/ 7 favorites The White Rose By: The White Rose Tom's cock felt no less impressive second time around. He started slowly but soon had my stretched pussy coming around him. I was still basking in the afterglow as he withdrew his cock and slid it between the cheeks of my ass, taking aim at my asshole. "Oh no!" I snapped and pulled forward. Mark had tried to get me to do this many times before but it wasn't something I felt comfortable about or ever fancied doing. "I thought I had your word" Tom replied. "You do, but I don't do that" I replied in fear "Anything was what you promised me. Are you going back on your word?" I was backed into a corner and he knew it. Try as I did, I couldn't escape the fact that I had given my word. "No" I finally replied in resignation "Do it if you must, but please be gentle" "Haven't you ever done this before?" "No" I replied feeling oddly ashamed. "Don't worry I'll take it slow and use something to help things" Tom replied before getting off the bed to fetch some lubricant and then applying it to his cock and my ass. Tom started by pushing one of his fingers into me. It felt weird. He then started to slowly move it back and forth. A minute later he added a second finger. It was a bit uncomfortable but not too bad. Having prepared me, Tom withdrew his fingers and moved so that his cock was back in place, ready to enter me. "I'll just push a little in and then stop until you've got used to it" "OK" I replied, not having much choice. Tom applied a little pressure but made no progress, so he pushed a little harder and then it happened. My ass was suddenly forced wide open and a wave of pain rushed through me. I gasped loudly in shock and instinctively tried to pull away. Tom had a firm hold on me and pulled me back hard ensuring that I stayed skewered on his cock. "Take it out. It's too big." I pleaded desperate to be set free. "Relax, it'll be ok" Tom replied still keeping a firm grip on me. The next couple of minutes seemed like an eternity as he held me in place while in gasped and fidgeted in response to the protests from my previously virginal ass. Eventually the pain subsided to an extent that I could start to relax a little. "How are things now?" Tom asked. "Let me shove a baseball bat up your ass and you'll get an idea" I said sarcastically. "Can I move the bat now?" Tom replied. Perhaps it was the physical stress but I found that really funny. "I'll take that as a yes" Tom replied in response to my fit of giggles. I was pulled back so that the "bat" went in a little further. That stopped my giggles as I took a sharp intake of breath in response. He then pulled back a little before pushing even further in. A few more repetitions had me taking the entire bat up my ass. Tom took a very brief pause before he started to slowly fuck me. It was still uncomfortable but bearable. Tom kept the slow rhythm and it took several minutes before I felt anything apart from the discomfort. Then slowly I noticed that nicer feelings were starting to overtake the bad. Soon I was urging him to go harder and faster and I could feel myself starting to slowly build toward something. A little while later, the baseball bat was well and truly into its stride and it was winding up to hit me for a home run. Eventually I was begging him to fuck me hard as I sought my release. My tension built and built and then I came, and came hard. My asshole literally quivered as it tried to contract around Tom's large cock. With Tom having come twice earlier I didn't expect him to finish quickly and I was right. He fucked my ass for what seemed like ages. The bat scored a total of four very noisy home runs, before Tom finally shot whatever cum had had left deep into my bowels. I cuddled-up to him afterwards "So how was your first experience of anal sex?" Tom inquired. "Bloody painful" I replied "Well at least at first." "And later?" "If you're really not sure, ask your neighbours! I think they must have heard me coming half-way down the street." Tom laughed "I'm pleased you enjoyed it" "I never thought it would feel as intense as that. It was different but much, much stronger" We lay there spooned for a while until tiredness again got the better of me. It was late morning when I awoke to the smell of coffee. Tom gave me a spare bathrobe and made me some toast. "I really enjoyed last night and not just the sex" Tom said. "Me too, Thank you for a truly memorable time" "Look I don't know the best way to say this without it sounding wrong" "What?" "Well "I've been thinking about what you told me last night and I think you're about to make a mistake and I'm not sure how best to say it without sounding like I have an agenda, because I do." "Just say it" I replied, intrigued. Look, perhaps I should state my agenda first. I like you and enjoy your company, and would love you to stay longer with me. I also thoroughly enjoyed last night with you and would like more. "He paused. "However, regardless of what I have just said, I think if you go back so soon it would be a mistake." "Why?" "Well if you go back now it would look like you might have done what you said you would do, or you might not have. But in either case getting home to him to fix things is your top concern. However, whilst it might be your main concern you need him to have some doubt about whether you will take him back. The point is that if you scurry back home too quickly, it may not give the strong message that you want to give. You also know you'll also spend the rest of the weekend being quizzed about who you were with and what exactly you did. My guess is that it will seem a very long weekend. You might also feel under pressure to apologise and start playing happy families again straight away." What he said made sense and was possibly right. "So what would you suggest?" "Well I think you would be well advised to not go back until tomorrow evening" I smiled at the obvious agenda to get another day or so of sex from me "and why would that be better for me?" "Look at the difference in the message you send him. It lets him know that you not only did what you said you would but you also enjoyed it enough to stay longer - and you should probably think of telling him that too. It lets him know that you are not apologetic about what you've done and demonstrates that he's not the only one with other options, if he doesn't behave in future. He also has an extra day to stew on it and forces him to worry about whether you will even go back to him. Staying here until tomorrow evening would also save you spending the rest of the weekend talking about it with him and if you manage it well you could easily keep him guessing about how you feel until next weekend." I found it hard to argue against what he had said, even if he had an obvious motive for saying it. "That is true but I hadn't seen me staying any longer" "Be honest, what were the main things you wanted out of this?" "I wanted to teach him a lesson and make sure that if we get back together he knows what's at stake" "Last night you told me that you think you moved back home with him too soon. I honestly think you're going to make the same mistake again" I didn't answer because I was deep in thought. I didn't feel as though I should stay longer but I couldn't fault the points he made. "Look if it is the only way of stopping you from making a mistake I'll even leave you alone and sleep in the spare room if that's what you want." Tom offered. "Let me think about it." I replied a little confused about what to do for the best. "May I use your shower?" "Of course, use whatever you want. I'll wash your back if you want" "I'll manage." I replied wanting the time to think. I had a long shower and considered the options. I felt that I ought to go home but in truth, I really didn't want to. Two of the points Tom made kept echoing in my mind: The first was the possibility of making the same mistake again by going back to Mark too soon;; and the second was the prospect of facing the rest of the weekend being quizzed about what had happened last night. To be honest apart from feeling naturally guilty about what I was doing, my preference would be to spend the rest of the weekend with Tom and then go straight to work on Monday avoiding Mark for the whole weekend. The more I thought about it, the more I thought "why not". Staying longer would send a much stronger message to Mark. Last night was also the most fun I had had in a long while; and certainly the best sex. In the end I decided to do what I wanted and let Mark suffer a little longer. I put the bathrobe back on, and while Mark had his own shower and shave, I rang Carol very briefly to let her know that I was fine. "So?" Carol asked. "What?" I replied being deliberately evasive. "After the night I had, I think I deserve a little more than that." "Did Mark ring again?" "Oh only twice more, followed by visit to my door at about 11 o'clock" "I'm so sorry. Are you OK?" "I'm fine he was just a pain in the ass. Sorry Beth. So how was last night? Are the rumours true, has he really got a big one?" "Let's just say, whoever started those rumours wasn't exaggerating one bit." "So how was it?" "Well I might walk a little funny for a couple of days and I think I woke the neighbours." Carol laughed "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. So what now?" "Well, I'm thinking about staying a bit longer." "Go for it girl." "What do you think?" "I think you've been too soft on that asshole husband of yours. He needs a serious attitude adjustment or a divorce. Look you owe me some juicy stories, so stay there and work on producing some more material. I can always bring a wheel chair if you can't walk home afterwards!" We both laughed at that. I thanked her again and said that we'd speak on Monday. "So is this the last I see of you?" Tom asked "Not necessarily. It depends on our negotiation" "Negotiation?" "Well I was hoping to do a trade" "What sort of trade?" "Well I find myself in need of a place to stay for the next 2 nights, I also need the means to clean my work clothes and a lift to work on Monday morning" I stated trying to keep a straight face. Tom smiled, knowing exactly what I meant "TWO extra nights? So what would you possibly offer in exchange?" "Well I understood the going rate was an anything goes bedroom service, for the duration of my stay." Well that was the rate until yesterday but in these times of rising inflation, I'm afraid prices have gone up." Tom teased. "So what is the new rate?" "Well the same level of service is required but in any location, rather than just the bedroom" "Ah, I see" I replied smiling "well for that price I would also expect to get coffee in bed each morning" "Then I think we have a deal." Tom replied extending his hand to shake on the deal. We shook hands, both playing along with the joke. "I'm glad you changed your mind. More coffee?" "Please" Afterwards Tom fetched a large plastic bag "Put all your clothes in here. I'll take them to the local cleaners; they have a next-day service. And they're open tomorrow". "I don't mind washing them myself, if you'll let me use your machine" "I have other things in mind to keep you busy." "Um, I bet you do" I put my trousers and blouse in the bag and gave it to Tom. "No, everything." Tom insisted pointing to my underwear. I was going to rinse those through myself but relented and put them in the bag. "I'll be back in a little while." Tom was gone about half an hour. I curled-up on the sofa, in front of the TV. When Tom returned he was carrying a bag from the local bakers in one hand and was clearly hiding something behind his back with the other. "For you" he said producing a single white rose from behind his back. "Oh, that's lovely. Thank you. Thank you so much" I said kissing him. "White for passion" I commented, remembering the significance of a white rose "If we have nothing else, we have certainly have passion." Tom replied. "It's lovely but I can't very well take it home with me." "Then it can stay here but you can have visitation rights, anytime you want." I smiled and went to get some water. "Can I use this?" I asked picking-up a vase from the dresser. I found some scissors to trim the stem and put it in the vase, as I did so I realised that this was the first time anyone had spontaneously bought me a rose, apart from the usual tacky Valentine's Day stuff. The fact that it had come from someone I'd only known for a day rather than my husband of 3 years was also not lost on me. I was seriously starting to wonder if saving my marriage to Mark was really what I wanted any more. That realisation hit hard and out of nowhere I just started to cry. Tom came into the kitchen moments later and found me sobbing. "I'm sorry" he said, assuming that he had caused this with the rose. "It's not you" I replied as he hugged me. I just stood there for a few minutes, with his arms wrapped around me. I felt closer to Tom in those few moments than I had felt with Mark for some while. "I'm OK" I said after a while, picking-up the vase and taking it into the lounge. "Here I think. If that's OK?" Tom nodded and I put the vase in the middle of the mantle-piece above the fireplace. We sat on the sofa for a while just drinking coffee and eating the Danish pastries he got from the bakers. We spent the whole afternoon cuddled-up on the sofa watching TV and catching-up on some of the sleep we missed the previous night. Maybe it was the dull ache of my well-used body that triggered things, but I started to feel quite horny and idly stroked Tom through his trousers. That of course led to more. I eventually discarded my robe and knelt across his lap slowly impaling myself and then riding him. I came twice in that position before exhaustion kicked-in. My "punishment" for failing to make him come was to once again have my ass fucked. It was no-less uncomfortable second time around; in fact possibly more so because my ass was still recovering from the previous night. That was the start of another lengthy fuck for my ass, which afterwards felt like a quivering mess and leaked Tom's cum. "I don't know about you but I've worked-up an appetite." Tom stated after we had calmed down. "Me too" "Can I interest you in some of my clothes so that I can take you out for dinner?" "OK". I replied not caring what I looked like, at that point. I borrowed a pair of his jeans and used my belt to pull them in, plus a shirt. He also gave me a pair of his boxers. "Not exactly my best look" I commented. "You look great" We went out to the local Indian restaurant. "So, you know about me and my issues after I unloaded on you last night. I think it's your turn. All I know about you are rumours and a reputation. And those don't seem to fit with the person I've spent the past day with" "So what have you heard?" "Well you seem to have built-up a reputation as well a bit of a gigolo really" Tom smiled. "Well it's all a bit of a long story really." "We have all evening" "OK. Well it all started when I was at school. I was a bit of an early developer and well you've seen me naked. Unfortunately it's not the sort of thing that is easily hidden in the boys changing room, and I was teased no-end about it. Later, when I got to about 16 things changed. Suddenly there was a whole different emphasis and girls would whisper to each other as I walked by. Anyway one night at a party I chatted-up a girl in my class, Julie Adams, and well we found a quiet bedroom, as you do. I was still a virgin and I'm not sure but I think she may have been too. Anyway we got so far and then before we got to it, as it were, she got scared and decided she didn't want to do it after all. Rather than leave it at that (I think she was scared at losing face with her friends), she insisted that, we agree to each tell anyone who asked, that the other was fantastic. Anyway she clearly gave me some very good press indeed with her circle of friends and very quickly I was a teenage boy getting lots of female attention. I went from virgin to getting plenty of experience in a very short time and was having the time of my life. Mark and I went out a lot together and things worked out pretty well for him too. Girls often tend go out in pairs so we were like a team, I had a certain celebrity status and he was a good talker." "Yes, he can be" I agreed "Well he helped fuel my reputation with some made-up stories. But between us we had a lot of fun over the next two or three years" "What happened then?" "Well I guess I grew-up. I realised that the girls I was having sex with weren't the ones I really wanted to be with. It wasn't until one day when I approached this girl that I really fancied that I realised my mistake. She told me bluntly that she knew my reputation for sleeping around, and that I had slept with a few girls she knew. Suffice to say that she didn't want to date someone like me. After I got similar rejections from a couple of others, I realised that I needed to change. For a while I fell out with Mark, who saw no problem and wanted us to continue as we were. We did meet-up for drinks but it was never quite the same. Needless to say the reputation that helped me as an 18 year old has stuck with me. Mark's exaggerations didn't help but I don't blame him for that, as we were both in on it. He was luckier in that the mud didn't seem to stick to him. I changed and it took a while to find someone I really liked. That person was Jill. A year later we got engaged and she moved in with me. Around the time, I got engaged to Jill; Mark was going out with my sister, Claire. The four of us used to go out quite a lot together and became quite close. Would you believe that I even asked Mark to be an usher at our wedding?" "I never heard this." I interjected. "Anyway one day out of the blue Jill broke-off our engagement saying that she had met someone else. I later found out that she had been having an affair with Mark for a couple of weeks. Not only was he cheating with his friend's fiancé but he was also cheating on my sister." Tom continued, "As you might imagine there was a big falling-out; and yes I did beat him up. I got into a lot of trouble for that, but I guess that's one thing he might have told you about." I nodded "Yes. The story was different though. He said that you were both after the same girl and because he wouldn't back-off you beat him up." "I see. He just neglected to mention the little detail that it was my fiancé, and that he also cheated on my sister to do it" "Obviously" "Look, if you doubt me, and I'm sure you must, it would be easy enough for you to verify, with my sister for one or even Jill. She's no friend of mine or Mark's now but I suspect she'd tell you the truth and she lives locally." "There would be no point" I replied. Somehow I also knew he was telling me the truth. "Since then my love-life has been relatively uneventful, just a few short relationships that didn't work out. Right now though, I have this crazy relationship, with a really attractive woman." "Oh sorry, I didn't think" I apologised feeling that I was intruding on another relationship. "Contrary to reports, she's the only married woman I've ever slept with. She's funny, clever, and she even looks good in men's clothes" I had a small laugh at the last part "Really? Is it important to you that a woman looks good in men's clothes?" I teased. "Oh yes. I particularly like the look of a woman in a man's tatty jeans" Tom replied raising an eyebrow. The White Rose We both laughed at that. "So you like her, do you?" "We haven't known each other very long at all. But from what I have seen so far, she is exactly the type of person I'd like to be with on a long-term basis." "She's married. Even if she likes you too, she can't make any commitments to you because she is likely to go back to her husband" "I know and I'm not asking for any. I just want her to know that I would very much like the chance of a proper relationship if things don't work out with her husband." "I'm sure she knows that now."" Tom obviously thought the conversation was getting a bit heavy and diverted the flow. "Did I tell you that she has also committed to be my sex slave for the remainder of the weekend?" I decided to play along and fish for compliments. "Really! Is she any good? " "She's not bad - needs a bit more practice, if you know what I mean" "You pig, what do you mean needs more practice?" I said leaning over the table to punch him on the arm. "Well it wouldn't be very gentlemanly to go into any more detail. But I'll soon get her into shape" he teased "Oh you will, will you?" "Oh yes!" The conversation continued on a lighter note until dessert. "Look, I have some more information about Mark, if you want to hear it, but you may not thank me for it". "Tell me everything, please" "OK, well after our conversation on Thursday, I was curious and wanted to find out more about what Mark had been up to. So I rang one of my mates who works in the same office to see what he knew or could find out." Tom paused. "Go on" I prompted. "Look, before I say what it was I should say that whilst I believe it is true, I can't be absolutely sure and you should check it out for yourself." "OK, I understand" "Well apparently the affair with Cheryl lasted for about 6 months until they broke-up because she found out that he was also seeing someone else, Diane Ellis. She also worked at his office, until recently". "So it was true" "Yes, apparently she broke it off last week when she got another job" "Last week? That means he was still seeing her after I moved back-in" Tom said nothing. "Is he sure?" "He seemed so". "I need to be sure about this. If it's true, Mark and I are finished."" "I thought you might react like that. Take this." Tom said handing me a slip of paper. "Diane's details. Clearly you need to be careful how you use this, and don't ask me who my friend is; I don't want to get him into trouble." "The bastard; I can't believe he was still sleeping around even after I found out about Cheryl. And that he was cheating on me with TWO women" There was a pause while Tom just let me digest what I had been told. "I'm sorry" Needless to say, that put a bit of a dampener on the evening. Tom was very understanding and simply held my hand on the walk back to his place "Look I understand if you're not in the mood for anything tonight – I'll sleep in the spare room if you like." "No I'm happy to share the bed with you but would you mind if that's all we did for tonight" "That's absolutely fine. Really it is." Tom was the perfect gentleman and only even cuddled-up to me after I asked him too. I didn't get much sleep though with all the thoughts going around in my head. Good to his word, Tom still brought me coffee in bed Sunday morning. He never mentioned it but I felt quite guilty for not living up to my side of the bargain, especially as I had decided to go home today to confront Mark. I apologised to Tom and explained that I wanted to try to call Diane and then go home to confront Mark. Bless him, Tom said that he fully understood and half-expected it. "Look I know you have a lot to sort out with Mark and probably don't know how this is going to go. But if it doesn't work with Mark, you are more than welcome here - even if you just want use of the spare room and nothing else" I thanked him for being so good about it. "Look, I don't expect any promises from you but please at least consider my offer, if you need or want it." I kissed him and promised him that I would. When Tom went out to the shops to get my clothes, I called Diane. I had thought a lot about what to say to her while in bed the previous night. Whilst my instinct was to shout at her, I knew that if I was in any way confrontational I would be unlikely to get what I really needed, the truth; and I needed that more than the gratification of having a go at her. "Hello Diane, you don't know me but I'm Mark's wife, Beth." The pause at the other end pretty much confirmed what I wanted to know but I needed confirmation. "I don't want any trouble. I just need to know the truth about what Mark has or hasn't been doing so that I can decide my own future. I know you might be quite nervous about speaking to me but would you please just help me with that much." "OK" Diane replied cautiously. Anyway over the next few minutes Diane confirmed everything Tom had told me and even apologised to me. "Diane confirmed everything you said" I told Tom on his return. He just hugged me. "Have you decided what you are going to do?" Tom asked. "Yes. My marriage is over." I replied. Tom gave me a hug. "I don't want to but I must see him. Wish me luck, please" I said dreading going home but knowing that I had to. Tom kindly offered me a lift home and I accepted. On the journey home I was filled with anger and nerves, dreading the end to the journey but wanting this to be out of the way. "Do you want me to wait for you?" Tom offered. "No, I don't know how or how long this will take" "Here is my mobile number, in case you need me, even if you just need a lift." Tom said handing me a card. I thanked him and asked him to drop me a short distance from the house. The meeting with Mark was as heated, as you might expect. It started with him trying to quiz me about where I had been and who I was with but I refused to discuss it - much to his annoyance. I asked him if there was anything he wanted to tell me about a Diane Ellis. He initially denied even knowing her but after a while he confessed to knowing of her but said that there was no truth to the rumours. "Are you sure? This is your chance to stop the lies." "I swear it" Mark replied. "What if I said that I had had a conversation with Diane this morning?" The look on Mark's face said it all. "I'm so sorry. It will never happen again" "That's exactly what you said before I moved back in but you carried on sleeping with her up until last week." The conversation went on for quite a while but that was it for me. I told Mark I would be seeing a solicitor to start divorce proceedings. I packed a suitcase and took the car. I got a short distance across town before I felt my emotions starting to catch-up with me. I stopped the car in a lay-by and sobbed my heart out, I couldn't believe my life had come to this point, it was only a few weeks ago that life seemed fine. I wasn't sure where to go or what to do. My first thought was to go to Carol's place but then I remembered that she would be out at her parents' house for dinner and not back until late. I also thought that I had imposed on her quite a lot the first time I left Mark. I even considered going back to my parents, but quickly dismissed that idea. I tried to consider the pros and cons for the various options but was getting into a real mental and emotional muddle. In the end I asked myself the simple question: What do I want to do? I was actually quite surprised at how easily I could answer that one. I didn't know if it was the right decision but I decided to go with it anyway, at least for now. About 30 minutes later I knocked at the door. "Come-in" Tom said, immediately hugging me. He made me coffee and we sat down so that I could tell him about what had happened. The poor man missed the football he was watching and had to put up with an hour or so of my rambling. "I must confess that I wasn't sure I'd see you again" I forced myself to try to lift the mood, "Well I thought I would come to check on my rose. You did say that I had visitation rights" "Do you have any plans?" "Well if you'll have me, I wondered if I might stay here a while" "Of course; you can have your own room, if you want?" I liked the delicate way he asked that. "No actually I liked the previous arrangements better, if that's what you want." "Of course it is" "Things are going to be pretty messy for a while and I was thinking that I could either sit around and be miserable, or I could try to enjoy myself." "Quite right" "Now, we need to talk about the terms of my stay from now on"" "Do I sense another of your negotiations?" "Maybe." "So what did you have in mind?" Tom asked with that cheeky grin of his. I couldn't help but feel my mood lift further as I saw it. "Well I think I should at least stay here to look after my rose." I replied, seeing it behind him. "Um well, a rose like that could last a couple of weeks. That's quite a lot of accommodation costs, what could you possibly offer in exchange for all that?" Tom teased knowing exactly where this was heading. "I already owe you for last night - I didn't make good on my part of the bargain" "That's true, but let's just say that last night was on the house." Tom replied. "No, I always pay my debts" I replied smiling. "Ok so what do you propose?" "Well I thought that in exchange for the use of your bed, I would commit to be your personal sex slave for as long as I'm here" "Sex slave? I could interpret that to mean anything!!" "You should. Anything, anything at all." I replied as seductively as I could manage. "Anything at all?" Tom repeated, clearly doubting I knew what I was letting myself in for. "Yes. I think you've proved that I can trust you"" "Um, it's a tempting offer." Tom replied pretending to consider it. "And will you also commit to fulfilling that role at least until the last petal falls from your rose?" He replied pretending to negotiate. "Yes." "Then we have a deal." Tom replied extending his hand. In our customary fashion we shook hands on the deal. Tom offered to fetch my bag from the car, so I gave him the keys. He got it and took it into the bedroom. "Look I've been thinking" Tom said "Joking aside, I don't want you to think that you have to do the sex thing if you don't want to. I want you to know that you are more than welcome to stay here with no strings attached." "I know" I replied, thinking how kind he was and wondering how many other men would have made the same offer after I had just made the promise that I had. "You're sure?" "Very. Do I have to prove it?" "Yes." Tom replied deliberately challenging me into something now. "OK" I replied, happy to accept that challenge. I knelt down in front of him, a position that I already knew was going to become a very familiar one. Minutes later Tom was holding my head with his hands as his cock pumped cum into my busy mouth. As I swallowed it down, I realised that my usual dread of having cum in my mouth had gone and that in fact I had quite enjoyed doing it. I wondered if it would always be like that with Tom. "Does that prove that I'm sure?" I said as I finished. "OK slave, you have a deal, and a long night ahead of you" He poured us both a glass of wine "To new beginnings" Tom said by way of a toast. "To new friends" I replied. "And to the rose." Tom added, making me smile. "Yes, to the rose." I replied. "Don't take this as a long-term commitment from me, will you." "I'm not, but I will look after this rose. I like having you as my sex slave" Tom said in jest - although he did actually go to change the water in the vase! We spent what remained of the evening watching TV and eating a delivery pizza, It felt weird. I had only just given-up on my marriage and I had now committed to this. Somehow though I never doubted that I would be OK with Tom, and I felt like I knew him much better than I did. We had another sex-filled night; something I sensed would become the norm with Tom. The next morning I called into work and said I needed a day-off to "sort some things out". Luckily my manager was very understanding, knowing some of the detail of my earlier split from Mark. "So where are you going first?" Tom asked. "Well first I need a serious dose of the morning after pill and to get you a supply of condoms." "Well in that case I had better take this last opportunity to have you without the rubber overcoat" "You had that last night, and besides I've just had a shower" "Remember the rose." Tom replied. Needless to say I arrived at the doctor's leaking yet more cum, after another very hard and fast fuck over the back of his sofa. The doctor prescribed me the morning-after pill and a supply of the normal pill. I had only stopped taking the pill about 6 week prior because Mark and I had talked about trying for a baby. Fortunately we had been using condoms before this happened. My next step was to get a divorce lawyer. I told her my story and she advised I do it on the grounds of irreconcilable differences rather than Mark's adultery otherwise my own affair with Tom would be brought-up. Strangely I felt better after that meeting. Afterwards, I went back to my old home to get a few more of my things while Mark wasn't there. I would have to return again but at least I had the main things I wanted like jewellery, things my mum had given me, my bank and other paperwork and of course the rest of my clothes. At the suggestion of my lawyer I left Mark a friendly note to say what I had taken. She said to try to keep things as amicable and reasonable as possible - even if I didn't really want to. On the way back to Tom's I went to the supermarket; got the condoms, a couple of steaks and some other bits. I decided to treat Tom that evening. When he came home, he found me waiting, wearing only my black stockings and suspenders. "I wanted to thank you" I said dropping to my knees. I realised part way through, that I had the answer to my own question the previous evening. Things were different with Tom. I genuinely wanted to please him and having his cum in my mouth just wasn't the issue it used to be. I went at it with more enthusiasm than I can ever remember, only when Tom had gone soft and was fully cleaned-up did I stop and then tuck it back into his trousers. "Welcome home" I said smiling at my understatement. "I could get used to this" Tom said as he helped me up and kissed me. "I bet you could" I replied, thinking that I may have just set a precedent. I also realised that I too could easily get used to the sex we had shared together. As expected things did get messy with Mark, especially after he found out that I was living with Tom. It took about 2 years for the divorce to go through and all the finances (like the house) to be sorted out. Tom and I got married a month after the divorce becoming final, and a year after that our daughter Lisa was born. Lisa is now 3 and has a younger brother, Jack. Meeting Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me. Although I didn't think so at the time, I can honestly say that Cheryl and Diane did me a huge favour. It was the wake-up call I needed and I am so much happier now As for our sex-life, it may not be at quite the same level as it was before Lisa and Jack but it is still great. If I'm not on top form (which can happen a lot with two children), I still occasionally get reminded of my promise to be his sex slave. You see, the white rose is still going strong after all these years and has become something of a talisman for the two of us. Tom replaces it with a new one every week and I pretend not to notice. We often joke about how well it has lasted! Before we got married, Tom once asked me if I still wanted the whole white rose thing to continue after we got married. I thought about it but saw no reason to jinx things by changing it, so it has continued ever since. Tom is actually very considerate but occasionally I still get reminded of the promise; usually on Saturday mornings for a blowjob, after he's brought me a cup of coffee in bed. Tom, happy birthday, I hope you like this. I love you with all my heart and adore being your sex slave. Cheryl and Diane (not their real names) if you read this and recognise yourselves - thank you. And Mark (actually his real name), if you read this - you're a fool, until I got Cheryl's letter I was fully committed to you. Your childish infidelity pushed me into the arms of a much better man.