0 comments/ 150381 views/ 14 favorites Sarah's Surprise By: JRob It was a rainy summer day and I was lost in a mystery novel when the insistent ring of the telephone shocked me out of my fantasy world. "Hey Jon, I'm having trouble with my computer. Got a second to give me a hand?" It was my good friend Michael, a man who was all thumbs when it came to anything mechanical. "I need to get this report done for work and I am having all kinds of trouble downloading my background information. Now don't get me wrong, Michael is a smart man. It's just that he and computers barely get along. Not that I am a computer genius, I'm not much of a techie either, but I do manage to find my way around the keyboard using the help key and manuals. Michael and I went way back, aside from borrowing and not repaying $1,000, he was still okay in my book. I told Michael I would be right over, and told him it would cost him a beer and a hoagie at least. Michael and his wife Sarah lived nearby, so the trip was quick. Sarah was at the gym, working on her sweet body, so we were alone in his rec room. Sarah and Michael have been married 15 years, a perfect couple. I had lusted after her since I first met her some 10 years before. She had a great body, but the prim and proper lady didn't show much of it off. Sarah really didn't like me. Something about me pushed all the wrong buttons. She always talked down to me, as if she was the queen and I was the lowly stable boy. Her comments and tone cut to the quick. We went together like oil and water, but I was strangely disappointed that she wasn't home. After some small talk, we discussed his computer problem, and I sat down at the computer and began clicking away. "How about that beer?" I inquired. Michael handed me a cool Corona and asked what kind of sandwich I wanted. He was going to head down to the deli to grab our lunch, which was a good thing, as I hated someone hanging over me while I worked at the keyboard. Fixing his dilemma was a simple enough task, and I had his problem solved before he had backed out of his driveway. With time to spare, I decided to clean up his files, and began deleting some of the trash on his hard drive. Somewhere along the line I accidentally noticed a file, "Embarrassed", hidden deep within his files and clicked on it. Boy, was I in for a surprise. On the screen in front of me was a note Sarah apparently had composed and sent to Penthouse Letters, complete with a risqué photo. Upon close inspection, that photo was indeed of Sarah, a much younger Sarah, but even with the blurred face it was clearly a shot of her from days gone by. Interest peaked, I began reading her note. [F-36] I just read the embarrassing moments piece in last month's magazine, and thought of a couple embarrassing sessions I've had in my life. I wanted to tell you about one from years ago. I am now 36, but this embarrassing moment occurred when I was 18. It was summer and I was with my boyfriend at the beach. Unfortunately, he was staying with his parents, and I was rooming in a house nearby with four other girls and a landlord who had a strict "no boys" policy. Now, my boyfriend Rick and I weren't hot and heavy at sex, but we had made love several times. On the day in question we visited a house where my Rick had several friends who had rented a three story side-by-side house for two weeks. We sat in the living room and talked with the boys --- I was being flirted with in a playful way by several --- as we drank beer and told stories while watching a baseball game. We laughed and laughed, especially at their "wall of shame", a wall filled with Polaroid's of the guys in various stages of drunkenness. After a while I stopped to use the bathroom, and when I came out Billy met me and said he's show me around the house. We went upstairs, looked around the second floor, before heading up to the loft on the third floor. As luck would have it, nobody was around, and after some pleading we began making love. We both knew it would be a quickie, but as we hadn't been "with" each other in more than a week we both wanted it badly. I slowly went down on him and then reciprocated on me, but we quickly moved on because neither could concentrate when 69ing. Rick slid a lubricated rubber onto his cock and lay back on the bed. I maneuvered on top (both of our favorite way), wearing only my skirt, which was bunched up around my midsection. I rode him for several minutes, coming a couple times before he shot his copious load deep inside by wet and willing pussy. It was a hard, quick sex, but we were both satisfied. After cleaning up and getting presentable, we went back downstairs. We laughed and joked a bit more with the boy. They were unusually wild, and were wondering where we had gotten to...making several suggestive comments. After a while, one said I had a "perfect ass" and I felt that went over the line. I told him to stop, and he said again, "no, it's absolutely perfect". I told him he'd never know and got up and started to leave, my boyfriend in tow. Halfway out the door one of the guys said, "hey, you're forgetting something." I said "huh" or something, and he pointed to the wall with pictures. Curiosity got me, and I walked over and looked, and was embarrassed to death to see several Polaroid's of me on top of my boyfriend, taken just minutes before. How we never saw or heard anything I'll never know. I started crying, and tried to get the photos, and after a while they gave me them. The worst part was that, months later, I found out a couple other photos had been taken. My boyfriend Rick told me he had seen them, and while you couldn't be sure it was me, we and the boys there knew it was me. I lost some sleep over that and couldn't help but wondering who knew and who didn't. It was a long time ago, and I've never let anyone photograph me in the nude. My husband always wants me to, but once was enough of that embarrassment. My husband knows nothing of this black mark in my background, nor does he know that I cheated on him --- with Rick --- just last month. I don't know what it is, but Michael (my husband) is just too nice, too good. I miss living on the edge, and Rick does that to me. It's a physical thing, there is no love between us. It is just sex, wanton sex. We've met secretly a few times a year for the last five or six years. As much as I love Michael, well, messing around with Rick does things to me I just can't describe. We make love in the car, in sleazy motels, and even in the stairwell of the school he worked. It's nasty, it's wrong, but it is exciting just the same. I guess I just have a very special need. I stared at the computer screen, my dick hard in my pants. Attached to the note was a grainy Polaroid photo showing a young girl riding a hard cock. The girl's skirt was lifted high on her waist, and the ass that was displayed was fantastic. A side view of a young face was blurred, but there was no doubt in my mind about whose it was. Quickly, I copied the file and several others and stuck the disk into my shirt pocket as Michael returned. We ate our lunch as I wondered if he had a clue his lovely wife had been a wild one in her younger days and had cheated on him in recent years. One part of my mind told me to clue him in, another told me to keep the knowledge to myself. I decided on the latter path, and bid my goodbye after explaining to him about how to access the information he needed for work. I re-read the note that night, cock in hand. Upon inspection, one of the other files I copied included several other shots taken that fateful day. None had a great facial shot, but the body and the clothing were the same. I couldn't believe Michael's prim and proper wife could be such a wanton slut. I masturbated that night with visions of the pretty housewife doing all kinds of sexy deeds with a man who wasn't her husband. Somewhat later that night a plan began to formulate in my brain on how to take advantage of the situation. First came a trip to the local library where I found a copy of Sarah's high school yearbook. Luckily, there were only 56 in her graduating class, and only three Richard's. From there I went to the archives, where I searched on her class' 15th reunion. One of the Richard's was remembered as a man who was killed in a tragic automobile accident. Another, from a nearby town, was listing as have attended the reunion, while another, from the west coast, had not. I surmised it was the Richard who lived less than 90 miles away who was porking my friend's wife, and decided to escalate things a bit and confront him on it. Actually, it was easy. My research indicated he was a history teacher, and one afternoon I drove upstate and stopped by to visit with him...under the ruse of me being a private detective. I found him sitting in his classroom, grading papers. His eyes widened as I told a little story about the married schoolteacher who was cheating on his city councilwoman wife, a woman whose family had deep pockets. In the yarn I spun I reflected on how that wife might be a little ticked off about her husband's transgressions, and how she, and her trust fund, might exit the premises. I mentioned this and more, and it wasn't long before Richard guiltily muttered the right words. "What do you want?" I glanced out the window then back at the scared man. "I want what you have..." I said with a smile. "You mean, uh, money?" "Nah, something more, uh, female." "Sarah?" I smugly nodded. "She'll never go for it," he quietly said. "Leave it to me, I just need you to set up the meeting. I will handle the rest. Do this and you are off the hook with me, and your little wife won't have to know anything." Yes, I know it was blackmail, but it would be well worth it if I could confront Sarah with time, places and all the other details she needed to keep quiet from her husband. Her life would be turned upside down if he knew, as would Richard's. All of the details I acquired would be the perfect enticement to complete my plan. Richard told me more than I could have possibly imagined, how Sarah liked being spanked, how she loved sex in unusual places, and how her husband, my friend, couldn't meet her needs in the sack. I left Richard with a "to do" list, and when I called him a week later he reluctantly assured me all of the details were taken care of. The following Tuesday night, a night when Michael was out of town on a business trip, I checked in under a fictitious name at a local no-tell motel just outside town. I sat in the one chair in the room and sipped a Corona, patiently waiting for the honored guest. I heard an automobile and spied out the side of the window. The car wasn't familiar, but the woman who emerged was. Sarah had on sunglasses, but it was she. Wearing a very short black dress, she smoothed it down her thighs as she carefully glanced around the parking lot before stepping to Room 205. There soon was a light tap on the door. "Richard?" I quietly said the door was open, and smiled as I saw the confused woman enter. "You're not Rich...Jon?" she stuttered. "What are you doing here?" Her appearance was more stunning than I had remembered. At home she didn't show off much skin, but this afternoon the low cut dress she was wearing displayed lots of cleavage and the majority of her shapely, stockings enclosed, legs. "I might ask that same question," I replied. "You better close the door before someone recognizes you." The woman blanched and started to back out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You better come in and shut the door, and fast," I commanded. It was only seconds, but it seemed like minutes before the brunette stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I laid out the facts, and she began to cry as she realized her predicament. "There is one way to keep this between us," I cautiously said, not wanting to scare her off but needing her to know she was up the creek if she left. "Michael doesn't need to know anything about your, uh, dalliances. Nor do your friends or employers. Richard and his lovely wife will be safe too. Let's just say you have been upgraded from Richard to me." Sarah falsely smiled at my attempt at a joke, and muttered something that sounded like "men!" "So you want me to 'dew you'?" she asked. "Oh yes, Sarah. I do want that. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. I've wanted you, and now I have you. Get over here." She wasn't in for the ounce, she was in for the full pound. The woman slipped across the room, looking me straight in the eyes. I looked down at the floor, and she nodded, getting my drift. I couldn't believe it was so easy, but given the predicament she was in her action's weren't totally unexpected. She slunk down onto her knees and opened my zipper, pulling out a hardening cock. Sarah, my good friend's wife, began licking my cock. It was awesome. "Slowly, Sarah, savor the taste," I said. The woman did as she was told, taking the now fully engorged hunk of man meat out of her mouth and inspecting it like a fine cigar. She licked one side, then another, then another, slowly from stem to stern. This woman clearly had cocksucking experience. All the while I described what I would do if she didn't comply with my requests. I told her she was doing great, that I would fill her special needs, but I needed to trust that she wouldn't cause me any trouble down the road. Stroking my dick in her hand, she looked up at me and said she always had a soft spot about me. She said her insults were just a façade, that I was kind of cute in my own sort of way. I took that as a compliment, considering the source, and smiled down at her. "Suck my dick," was all that I could come up with. She did, ovaling her mouth and sucking my cock into it. I securely held her head but she clearly took the initiative. Sarah sucked on my bulging manhood, alternating slow, licking sucks with fast and furious movements. She bobbed her head while kneeling on the hard motel floor, hair flying this way and that. She was a great cocksucker, a woman with experience and enthusiasm. It wasn't long before I shot a copious load of hot sperm into her willing mouth. I kept my cock deep in her mouth until she had swallowed nearly all of my man sauce, and then let her clean off my dick with her sticky mouth. I lifted her to her feet then kissed her, out tongues exchanging a little bit of cum residue as they wiggled against each other. Sarah was hot from her cocksucking, and she rubbed against me as we fell down onto the bed. She centered herself on one of my thighs, and rocked herself against me. I lifted up her skirt, revealing the sexy black garter belt that held up her silky soft black stockings. I began stroking her tender ass after finding her sans panties, only to hear her coo at my touch. Remembering Richard's advice, I pulled her first up then pushed her over my thighs. I looked down at her perfect ass, which was so white against the black dress and stockings. I rubbed her ass for a while as she obediently lay there, and then began slapping it with short, quick strokes. Sarah cried out in pain once I began the brisk, strict spanking. Her ass reddened as each slap stung her butt. It was exciting for me, and apparently for her, as after just a few minutes she begged me to fuck her. I didn't need more enticement, and quickly lay back as she mounted me. She positioned by dick against her hot, wet pussy, rubbing me around it. Then she sat down on my dick and mouthed an earthy, "Oh Yessss." The woman started slowly lifting her ass up and then down on my cock, clearly in control. It was almost as if I was a prop, as her eyes were closed and she moved to her one tune. I may have blackmailed her into performing, but once in the play she emerged as a star. She had a half whore, half angelic look about her as she used my dick for her pleasure. I slipped my hands onto her ass, noticing it was still hot from my spanking, and merely held on as Sarah bounced with abandon. She moved up and down and from side to side for several minutes before announcing to me, the room and anyone nearby, that she was cumming. I held her close after she slowed her strokes, out of breath. I rolled on top of her, hands still encasing her ass, slipped inside her wet pussy and began to rock inside as she purred. I fucked her fast and furious, and soon was close to cumming myself. She put me over the edge when she cried out, "Fuck! I'm cumming again!" We came together, rocking like teenagers on a parent's bed. Like honeymooners entwined for the first time. Like lovers who had been separated for months. All rolled into one. Awesome. That was the beginning of a torrid affair. To keep it hot there was a lot of impromptu meetings. We tried it at my house, but it wasn't the same for either of us. Our rendezvous needed danger, which led to couplings at a local park, in the back seat of a car, at the parking garage at a mall, and at our favorite, seedy, no-tell motel where our cries of passion were legendary. We even felt each other up in the living room while talking to an out of sight Michael making dinner in an adjacent room. Michael, for his part, was never the wiser. He was actually pleased that Sarah and I had started to get along swimmingly. I never did ask him to repay the loan. Sarah's Surprise It doesn't compare, Sarah decided after she had rolled onto her side of the bed, with her husband's seed slowly leaking onto her thighs. Sex with him just wasn't as exciting as it used to be. He didn't force her to eat his cum, or even offer to clean her pussy after. She was used to a certain level of service from her lovers now, and he just did not satisfy it. As her husband started to snore gently next to her, Sarah reflected upon her recent escapades. Dan had been the start of it, but her afternoon with Alan the month before had really led to her embracing the slut inside. Alan had fucked her ass, came on her face and then licked her clean before he left. Filthy didn't come close to how she felt. Since then, Sarah had tried to curb her behaviour but she couldn't help the growing feeling of contempt she had whenever she looked at her husband. She loved him well enough, but she had stopped respecting him. There was also another, much more mundane problem. Their new lodger, Jessica. Jessica was the opposite of Sarah. Tall where Sarah was short, bright auburn hair compared to the dark brunette. Both women were curvy but Jessica's curves were the result of long hours working out and thus resulted in a toned, fit body that attracted a lot of attention. The biggest difference was perhaps their attitudes. Jessica was a loud, confident soul who wore her heart, and her sexuality, on her sleeve. Sarah, by comparison, was a shy, submissive woman who took orders, not gave them. The problems had arose from the fact that Jessica loved to have loud, wild sex in the bedroom she was renting. The redhead seemed to give no thought to who was listening as she ordered her various lovers to 'lick her ass' or 'fuck her harder'. This infuriated Sarah, she may be a kinky, unfaithful whore, but at least she was discreet. Feeling slightly hypocritical, she slipped into an uneasy sleep. *** The next few weeks brought nothing new to Sarah's life. She worked, she came home, she fucked, her husband, she slept. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and fucking repeat. Roughly two months later, Sarah was laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was quarter past three in the morning and she couldn't sleep. Try as she might, the slutty housewife was desperate to be used, and the man asleep next to her just didn't measure up. This wasn't helped by the sounds coming from Jessica's room. The moans travelled the length of the house and caused a stirring in Sarah's pussy. The loud redhead had brought not one, but two men back from one of her frequent nights out. Laying there listening to them caused a shiver of lust to race through her body. It was unfair. Sarah was laid here, thoroughly unsatisfied, whilst Jessica was most likely being fucked in both holes and violated by two strangers. I wonder what her pussy tastes like, Sarah wondered. She had experimented at university, this much was true. However, it had been years since she had even thought about being with another woman. Now, she was so turned on she began to wonder how her lodger's pussy would taste after being filled with cum. She truly had turned into a depraved slut. It was no use now. She was too aroused to sleep. Not even masturbation would do. It was time to act. With the image of Jessica being ravished, and a desire for excitement, Sarah slipped quietly from her marital bed and padded softly to the end of the corridor. Approaching the bedroom door, Sarah hesitated as she saw it was ajar. Taking a deep breath, she peered through the gap. The sight before her made her pussy throb with desire. Slipping a hand into her underwear, the curvy brunette settled in to watch. Jessica was on her knees with her back arched and head thrown back in pleasure. Her long, luxurious red hair hung freely between her shoulder blades. Her right hand was rubbing her clit rapidly whilst her left was entwined around the neck of one of the men who was crouching behind her. One man was laid under the redhead and was thrusting forcefully into Jessica's pussy, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips as he pumped. The other was lodged deeply in her ass, his hands rubbing Jessica's full breasts. The sound of her wet pussy slurping with each thrust and the two men grunting in unison as they headed towards orgasm was one of the most erotic things Sarah had ever heard. The curvy brunette placed her right hand over her mouth and closed her eyes as she rubbed herself rapidly to orgasm. Struggling not to make any noise, Sarah continued to frig her clit as she slowly came down from her climax. A desire had awoken within her. The sight of two thick cocks being used to violate her lodger was something she wanted to be part of. Sarah wanted to clean Jessica, she wanted the redhead to hover over her face as two loads of cum slowly dripped into her mouth from the lodger's ass and pussy. She wanted Jessica to smother her with a cum filled pussy and ass as she was forced to be subservient. It was too much to resist. Stepping forward, the slutty wife pushed open the door and slipped quietly into Jessica's bedroom. Being aware that this could go very wrong very quickly just excited her more. Sarah's viewpoint meant that she was seeing her lodger from the side, and as such, could clearly see her erect nipples move up and down as her chest heaved with pleasure. The man who was currently in her ass was pinching and twisting her nipples in a way that bordered on malicious. Jessica's hips started to twitch and jerk erratically. Sarah could tell she had started to orgasm. Judging from the increased pace of the two men, they were close to climax as well. Taking advantage of their obliviousness, the slutty wife undressed. With one high-pitched shriek and two deep grunts, Jessica was filled with two loads of cum. Slumping forward, she laid her body along the chest of the man in her pussy, whilst the man in her ass slowly extricated himself with a wet sucking sound and laid alongside them. The hot, musty smell of sex, sweat and cum filled the air in the room. Kneeling on the floor and crawling forward, Sarah extended her tongue and began to lap up the cum from Jessica's asshole. The warm, creamy liquid filled her mouth and Sarah was in heaven. Jessica stirred in front of her and moaned in a slightly slurred voice; 'Fuck, that feels good. Stick your tongue in further. Mm, that's it. Yeah, eat the cum from my ass you filthy bastard.' Turning her head to watch, a drunken, lazy smile appeared on Jessica's face as she realised exactly who it was eating the cum from her asshole. Her lack of a reaction was commendable. Sarah was both surprised and glad that she did not freak out to discover the woman she shared a house with was tonguing a man's cum from her ass. The redheaded lodger laughed in a decidedly mean way and purred; 'I've thought something like this may happen at some point, Sarah. you're a slut. I know you are. You act all meek and quiet, but slut recognises slut. I laugh at that pitiful husband of yours, he's fucking oblivious.' Shame swept through Sarah at the mention of her husband. However, the feel of the cum in her mouth could not be ignored. Pushing her guilt to one side, Sarah renewed her assault on Jessica's ass, now extending her ministrations to the slowly leaking pussy below the crinkled rosebud. She felt her frustration melt away. The last few weeks of restless inactivity were swept away in the thrill she got from being so depraved. Sarah was a junkie, and this was her drug. Jessica pushed her pussy hard into the slutty wife's mouth. Turning her head towards the man under her, she kissed him hard on the mouth. Reaching down between their bodies, she began to jack his cock slowly. A gentle, but persistent hand placed itself under the redheads chin and tilted her face upwards. She was met with the thick, glistening head of the second man's cock. Without a thought, she stuck out her tongue, tasting him, savouring him. Sucking his member fully into her mouth, Jessica felt a certain satisfaction. She was pleasuring and being pleasured. All was right in her world. Forcing the cock in her mouth further down her throat, Jessica began to moan around the thick member. The added stimulation was having definitely having an effect on the stranger, he entwined his fingers tightly into the deep auburn hair and rapidly fucker her mouth. whilst this was happening, the man underneath Jessica had taken her right nipple between his teeth and was alternately licking and sucking the sensitive nib. During all of this, Sarah was forcing her tongue as far into her lodger's pussy as it would go. the taste was addictive. Never had she tasted a pussy so creamy, so sweet. Her left hand crept up, massaging the redhead's asshole, while her right hand rubbed her own clit. Sarah wanted to violate her. She wanted to show Jessica just how depraved she was. She wanted to worship the redhead, and then be abused by her. The reality of situation in which Sarah found herself in was intoxicating. In what felt like an eternity, but also no time at all, Sarah began to feel her pussy pulse and clench. She was about to cum. A million filthy thoughts swirled in her mind as she experienced her second orgasm of the night. It was sensory overload. Meanwhile, the redheaded slut had cum. Hard. Sarah looked at her in a new light. Jessica was much more of a slut than the brunette could ever have believed. Not only had she been fucked by two strangers she met at a bar (she couldn't even remember their names at this point), but Sarah had then walked in and began to lap the cum from her pussy and asshole and she hadn't even batted an eyelid. Meanwhile, the two men disentangled themselves from her as she writhed on the bed, oblivious to what was happening around her. In unison, the men looked at Sarah. Wicked, yet identical, grins spread across their faces. When Jessica regained control of her thoughts, she was laid face down on her bed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she couldn't help but gaze in amazement at Sarah, who was positioned next to her. On her hands and knees, Sarah was being fucked ruthlessly. The man laying under her was slamming upwards into her pussy with reckless abandon. It was plain that he didn't care if he was being too rough. The second man was kneeling behind the pair. Cock in hand, he pushed Sarah firmly forwards until her ample breasts were laying against the chest of stranger who was abusing her pussy. There was a second of inactivity in which everyone knew what was coming, but all wondered if it would work. It did. The brunette housewife was enduring the most erotic experience of her life. She had both men inside of her at the same time. She had both men inside of her pussy. She was filled. This was what she was made for. Knowing that her husband was sleeping through all of this only a few rooms away made it so much more intense. Pushing thoughts of him away, she turned her attention to the situation at hand, and the pleasure she felt. Every breath came in a hitching gasp. Every move caused massive waves of pleasure to surge through her. Her eyes blurred and her body tingled. It didn't take long for an orgasm to hit her with tremendous force. Sarah moaned and gasped in a high-pitched voice; 'Fuck me. Oh, yeah that's it. Fucking use me. Fill me up with your cum. I'm such a slut. Mm that's it. I need your cock. Oh!.' She continued to mumble nonsensical ramblings as the thrusting continued, lost in a world of her own. The men showed no signs of slowing as they settled into a steady rhythm. Flesh slapping on flesh was the only sound to be heard for a time. It was plain that no thought was given to pleasing Sarah, they were in this for their own pleasure. They were treating Sarah like a piece of meat, and she was loving it. Jessica had recovered enough to join the fun. Squatting above the trio, at the head of the bed, Jessica began to speak; 'You're so mean! Leaving me out like this. I think that I should have my pussy and ass licked at the same time to make up for it.' Placing her feet flat on the bed, the redhead held on to Sarah's head to balance herself as she placed her ass over the strangers mouth. Lowering herself, she felt a thick, strong tongue begin to lap at her rosebud, causing her to squirm. Sarah felt the redhead pull sharply on her hair and meekly dipping her head, began to lick and suck her lodger's pussy. The curvy, slutty, cheating wife had two cocks fucking her pussy, whilst she was eating the soaking, puffy pussy of her redheaded lodger. All whilst her husband was sleeping down the hallway. She had never felt more alive. Sarah was dimly aware that Jessica's grip on her hair had tightened and was starting to hurt. She was also dimly aware that her mouth had filled with the redhead's sweet, sweet cum. Swallowing the lot, Sarah glanced up into Jessica's deep green eyes. A look of pure lust passed between them that was almost burning in its intensity. Sarah knew that this would not be the last time they would fuck, tonight had fundamentally changed their relationship. The curvy housewife came with a cry, the sound being muffled by Jessica's pussy. The men withdrew also, having pumped her pussy full of two loads of cum. Sarah whimpered softly. She felt so empty. Sarah had no idea of how much time had passed. She was adrift in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. She supposed she must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because the next thing she knew, Jessica was closing the bedroom door softly. They were alone. She must have shown the men out. Crossing the room, Jessica gently draped herself on the bed so that her face was level with Sarah's. Leaning in, she kissed the curvy brunette gently and whispered passionately; 'Gone are the days of a boring, dull life with a husband who is scared to try new things. Gone were the days where you would meekly accept your lot in life and not seek out better fulfilment. You are a new woman. A woman born in the midst of this wild, intense sex with two strangers and her lodger. I can show you things, Sarah. I can take you places you had never dreamed of, experience things you never imagined. All you have to do is accept. Today is the first day of the rest of your life, Sarah. What will you do with it? What do you say? Do you accept?' Her eyes are so green, Sarah thought. How had I never noticed that before? They lay like that for a minute or so, although it felt so much longer, before Sarah finally mustered up the courage to answer. In a trembling voice she answered; 'Yes.' *** Outside of Jessica's room, the floorboards creaked as a figure slowly crept back towards the marital bedroom. Sound really did carry in that house.