0 comments/ 19665 views/ 4 favorites A Love Like Theirs By: His_kitty Sighing softly to herself Sarah absent-mindedly moved her fingertip in a circular motion around the kitchen table. Picking up her lukewarm mug of coffee she stared thoughtfully into it before moving it up to her soft pink lips. Slowly sipping the milky liquid, her mind kept wandering to the up coming day. Her big green eyes taking in her cheery blue kitchen, from the fresh roses on the sideboard to the silly cow clock with the moving tail on the wall across from her. Her gaze wandering to the big window to the side, which overlooked the lawn and the flowers, that she had pain staking planted there only a few weeks before. Her lips curving up into a soft smile as her thoughts instantly take her to Charles. She chuckled to herself as she remembered how he'd teased her about how long it had taken her to decide in the garden store. How he'd poked fun over her agony if she should buy lilacs or roses, before just telling the clerk they'd take 5 of each kind. Sarah had tried to argue with him, telling him it wasn't practical since she wasn't well known for her green thumb. Not to mention that she wasn't familiar enough with the soil of her new home state and what flowers would flourish there and which wouldn't. He just grinned at her while his big brown eyes twinkled merrily, before announcing in his deep rich voice, "Baby I don't care if you somehow manage to kill them all in 2 weeks, if in that time you get some pleasure from seeing them. Besides I plan on picking you some every morning to place at your setting at the kitchen table, for when you wake up. So if these die, we'll just find the ones that are better suited." With that he kissed the tip of her pert nose before jauntily walking to the counter to pay for their purchases. Watching him joke with the young clerk she admired his ease with strangers and friends alike. Looking at her he winked as he called out, "C'mon slow poke you're not going to get these in the ground before night if you stand around all day." Walking to him she mouthed a thank-you to the salesperson on their way out, her heart warming as his arm encircled her shoulders and pulled her to him. Almost dwarfed by him, it made her feel small but protected. With Charles she always felt safe, secure and loved. Smiling up at him she said, "You do realize we're picking up a pizza on the way home don't you? I mean, you certainly don't expect me to cook after you bought all these flowers for me to plant do you? I swear Charles I'm beginning to wonder if you're mistaking me for your gardener, not your wife." Looking down at her before throwing his head back and emitting a loud, booming, throaty laugh. Squeezing her even tighter to his body, he replied "Honey, there is NO WAY I could ever mistake you for the gardener, but I wouldn't be adverse to seeing you in nothing but a cute pair of gardening gloves one day." Giggling, Sarah playfully mock punched his arm before answering impishly back, "Your so rotten! What am I going to do with a mess like you?" By this time they had reached the trunk of their car, setting down their items, he grabbed her by the arms while looking deeply into her eyes. "Sarah, you can love me... With everything you have, that's what you can do with me." Leaning down he pulled her closer, his lips touching hers, as his tongue snaked out to urge her lips apart. Sarah unconsciously reached her arms up and around his shoulders, wrapping her small, delicate fingers in his thick hair, pressing her body as closely as she could to his. Grabbing her by the waist he lifted her slightly off of the ground, as he deepened the kiss. Swirling his tongue across her teeth, trying to catch her own tongue. He could feel himself hardening just by kissing this woman he now called 'wife', surprised at his own amazement that just kissing her could make him want her like none other before. Remembering where they were he broke contact, noticing the look of disappointment shadowing her eyes, he whispered softly to her, "Darling, when we get home, you need to be prepared to get fucked rough and wild. Because as soon as we walk in those doors of our new home, I'm going to throw you down in the foyer ... yank that pretty little skirt up to your waist. Pull those cute little panties that your so fond of wearing, to the side and shove my meat so far into your juicy cunt, that you'll be begging me within two minutes to allow you to cum." Sarah's eyes darkened with her acute arousement, licking her suddenly dry lips, she said, "Charles...No need to stop, because I think we have a pizza in the freezer." Turning to walk to her side of the car she stopped momentarily and tossed over her shoulder to him, "... oh and by the way honey, I'm not wearing any panties today." He hurriedly put the items in the trunk; quickly walking over he graciously unlocked her door and opened it for her. Sliding in, she allowed her thin cotton skirt to ride up her thighs, leaning back against the seat as she pressed her chest out, hoping he'd take notice of her hard nipples pressing against the material of her blouse. Seeing a twitch in his pants she knew she'd achieved her goal. With a smirk upon her lips, she looked up at Charles and inquired, "is there a problem Hon?" Leaning down into the car he plucked a nipple between his fingers and huskily replied, "The only problem is we can't get home fast enough to suit me." Sarah quickly sucked in air as his fingers continued toying with her turgid nipple, her head falling back against the headrest as a small moan escaped from her parted lips. Releasing his hold on her nipple he touched her cheek briefly before closing her car door. Settling into his seat, he snapped the seat belt into place and turned the key in the ignitation. Glancing over to Sarah, asking her "do you know how much I love you? Do you have any idea how crazy with lust you make me? I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life, now that I have you as my own." "Awwww Charles! You are such a special, sweet, kind man. I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you, I never dreamed I could ever be this happy." With that proclamation she placed her hand on his face and gently kissed his cheek. Staring into his eyes for a moment, before patting his cheek she said, "Let's go to our home, Charles." Pulling into the sweeping drive, a scant 15 minutes later, he parked the car before unbuckling himself from his seat. Hurrying around to her side he once again opened her door. Gratefully accepting his hand, her sandaled feet touching the ground momentarily before she felt herself being picked up. Screeching with surprise, she exclaimed, "Charles Davis set me down right now! You're going to break your back and hurt yourself!" Giving her a devilish grin he continued carrying her to the door against her protests. Setting her down long enough to unlock and open the front door, he again grabbed her up into his strong arms and brought her inside. Placing her beside the door he quickly turned and closed and locked it back. Sarah stood silent.. Waiting... Knowing that he was not a man to make a promise and not follow through. Charles turned to face her the look in his eyes alone made her grow even warmer. Swiftly walking towards her, he roughly pulled her to him. Pressing his hard cock against her belly, as his hands tangled in her hair. Yanking her head back to expose her throat he started biting then licking. His other hand moved down her back to cup her ass, pulling her even closer to his body. Without warning he spinned her around, placing her directly in front of him. Pressing his body against her back, his large palms cupping her heavy breasts, pushing them against her ribs. As he held her to him, he thrust his lower body against her buttocks, jabbing her with his huge hard on. "That's what you're going to get later if you're a good girl," the words spoken barely above a whisper. He was rough, pulling, tugging, pinching her breasts... his hands were painful, hurting yet exciting and erotic. "Am I hurting you?" He asked while tweaking her left nipple hard. Sarah could only moan a "Yes" to him, while grinding her ass back into him. Charles knew how much she loved their rough play, how turned on it made her, which only increased his own excitement. "Good," he replied, pulling the hem of her thin cotton skirt up he discovered she was indeed telling the truth earlier. "You naughty lil girl, you didn't put any panties on today just as you said." Charles slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers pulling at her wet lips. "You're hot for me." Sarah couldn't deny what was so obvious to the touch. Her cunt felt as though it was on fire, her slit covered with the juices already flowing freely. Her nipples ached for his mouth, her pussy wanting his thick cock filling her. His long fingers began probing her, easily sliding in and out, while his thumb reached up to rub her button. His lips pressed against her ear, "would you like me to let you cum, darling? Do you need release?" Almost whimpering now she answered, "God yes, please make me cum Charles, I'm so horny for you I can't take much more, rub my lil clit harder and faster." Knowing he had her sufficiently worked up, how close she was to the edge; he stilled his hands on her body. A strangled cry rose from her throat, "No! Please honey, I need you now! I'll do anything you want, I promise, just let me cum." Taking a step back from her he called her name. Sarah turned around to face him. "Take your clothes off for me, slowly now Sarah. Let me see your body, let me see how turned on you are." Sarah shyly began unbuttoning her blouse. Allowing it to drop silently to the floor. Her breasts almost spilling over the lacy demicup of her dainty white bra, reaching behind, she released the hooks. Slipping the straps from her shoulders, her hands cupping her full globes. Carefully removing the material, while still managing to keep her covered. "Sarah, take your hands away, I want to see ALL of you." Her eyes downcast, allowing her hands to fall to her sides. In a commanding tone of voice, Charles said, "Now remove your skirt." Her fingers sliding between her skin and the waistband of her light blue skirt, slowly tugging it down ... over her hips ... down her thighs. Falling into a puddle at her feet. Her nipples harden into pebbles under the heat of his gaze. Her cheeks tinged a warm pink from the embarrassment of being completely nude. "Your tits are beautiful, so hungry for my touch, aren't they Sarah?" Seeing how his words alone were effecting her, he smiled. "Say my tits are aching for your touch." Her throat muscles working as she swallowed, hesitating for just an instant before giving into him, murmuring, "My tits... are aching for your touch." Whispering, "That's my good girl," Charles walked the few steps separating them. "Hold your magnificent tits so that I can suck them." Sarah slid her hands beneath her heavy breasts and lifted them so that the swollen nipples were level with his lips. He flicked the tip of his tongue up and down her right nipple, then biting it gently. Moving from side to side, nipple to nipple, licking and biting until both breasts were swollen and reaching for his mouth. "Is that good?" "Mmmm yes" Bringing his full 6'3" upright, he looked down at her. Wrapping his hands into her flowing hair, he firmly pushed her down to her knees. In a stern voice he demanded, "eat my cock." With quick and nimble fingers, she unbuttoned and unzipped his casual tan slacks. His hands pulling her head closer, her eyes fastened on the ever-widening wet spot on the front of his silk boxers. Her mouth watering at the mere thought of tasting him, her lips sucking the moist patch until it was almost devoid of his tasty precum. Inwardly she decided to repay him in kind for his earlier antics. Flattening her tongue before sweeping it up from the base of his cock back up to the top. Sliding her tongue into the boxers, she pulled them down by her teeth while her hands tugged over his narrow hips. His hips were pushing forward, his hard rod jumping towards her opened mouth. Hovering, almost tauntingly in front of him, watching as his dick twitched with anticipation. Cool fingers gliding up and down his thighs, her thumbs stopping at the V, to graze against his full balls. Pursing her lips she blew warm air onto his shaft, her moist breath tantalizing him even further. Tucking her chin, she brushed her hair across his loins, combing her hair with his cock. It took all of his concentration not to climax, when she finally placed a light kiss against the tip of his erection. Sarah flicked her tongue over the end of Charles' cock, lapping up the salty fluid. Widening her mouth, she sucked him into her mouth, swallowing him one gulp. Relaxing her throat muscles to accept his full length, her lips making contact with the base. Pausing only for a moment, to adjust to his considerable size, as well as to increase the excitement for him. Yanking her head up, pulling her off and on his tool. Thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth, while her hand kneaded his cum filled balls. "That's it baby, suck harder for me. You love having my prick buried in your little mouth, don't you? Are you wanting to eat my cum, honey?" Looking up at him, her eyes said it all. "No, not this time," he growled. Pulling her head up for the last time, reaching down he tugged her back to her feet. Suddenly turning her so that she was facing away from him, bending her over at the waist, he plunged his thick cock into her wet cunt from behind. Over and over pounding his meat into her, his fingers finding her clit. Her pussy drenching his cock with her juices, his organ sliding in and out. Her inner walls squeezing him, clenching then releasing her hold on him. Shoving her ass back violently, against his tummy, her lips stretched to the limit. His hand tugging her by her long hair, while his other hand gripped a full hip, pulling her back onto his cock. "Oh God Charles, slam my pussy harder ... I need to cum ... Please don't stop! " Her pleading words and her almost begging tone, instead of having the desired effect had the opposite. He almost instantly slowed his pace, now fucking her with long, even slow strokes. Feeling her moving her own hand towards her button, he released the hold he had on her, to take her tiny wrists between his huge hands. Bringing them behind her back, while bending her farther over, he pulled his dick out of her steaming pussy.. Leaving only the head at the entrance to her channel. Slowly fucking her with only his tip, while Sarah moaned in frustration. Toying with her for as long as he could handle it himself, Charles again started to slam fuck her tight little cunt. Transferring both wrists to one hand, he licked two fingers of his other, before placing them on her clit, pressing firmly while rubbing quickly. Arching her back, her body trembling, screaming, "Oh My God." Sarah shuddered as her climax peaked, thrashing backwards, her pussy spasming around his dick. The noises of their wet fucking, the sounds of her screams of ecstasy, the smell of her soaking wet snatch, combined with the sensation of being in her sweet little pussy, sent him over the edge. Shoving inside her, all the way down to his root, pumping her full of his fat cock. With one final full-length thrust he began squirting streams of sticky spunk, deep inside her, as he moaned loudly. Sarah could feel their mixed juices running out over his cock, down his balls, leaving a cum trail down her milky white thighs. Charles softly caressed the sides of her breasts with the back of his nails, calming her down along with him. She tossed her damp hair over her shoulder to look back at him, to give him a weak smile. *********************************************** Shaking her head, bringing herself out of her revelry, Sarah blankly stared out the window for a minute. Looking down, she noticed her nipples two hard points pressing out against her t-shirt. No reassurance needed, to confirm that the crotch of her bikini panties were soaked, from the memory of that day. Grinning almost smugly to herself, at her luck of having such a man to call her own. Not only was he the most fantastic lover she'd ever had, not that she'd had many mind you, but she couldn't imagine anyone being able to top him. But Charles was also sweet, tender and thoughtful in many other ways. Always bringing her small trinkets home to please her, from a silly pair of bedroom slippers to a slinky red dress, just for the joy of seeing the happy smile on her face and the twinkle of delight in her big green eyes. A cross expression marring her lovely face, her eyes rolling, she laughed at herself. "You're acting like your 15, instead of 28, Sarah Anne." Laughing again, for talking out loud to herself, she stood up from the table. Setting coffee mug, still half full of now cool coffee, beside the kitchen sink, she looked out the window and noticed how warm and sunny it was outside. Watching the birds flitting from branch to branch on the old weeping willow at the edge of the lawn, as the next door neighbor's kitten looked at them intently. The shrilling of the telephone caught her off guard, grabbing it up she answered in her soft-spoken voice, "Hello?" "Hi Sarah! I just wanted to call and wish you luck tonight, I know how nervous you've been meeting Charles' friends, and even though I think it's silly as Hell that you would be. You know they'll love you, especially after seeing the way their old friend looks at you ... they'll know immediately how much he adores you." Laughing Sarah said teasingly to her oldest friend, "Jeez Liz, do you ever take a breather? By the way, we are well, thank you for asking." Liz roared with laughter, before rather unapologetic responding, "Oh you know me, besides this IS a long distance phone call ya know. I gotta get my say in quickly before too much time passes, besides I know you need to start reading soon. I just wanted to wish ya luck, even though you won't need it, and tell you how much I love and miss you." "I miss you like mad Hon, but we'll be back in two months for a visit and by the time were getting ready to leave for home again, you'll be glad to see me go, you'll be so sick of me." "Well you know that's a load of bullshit Sarah Anne, when have I ever been sick of you?" "Ummm well there was that time when we were 10 and I would come over every Saturday morning dragging my doll case to your house, I recall you'd tell your mother to tell me to wait till Saturday morning cartoons were over" Giggling Liz answered, "Well yeah, but that's because back then we only got cartoons on Saturday's and I was a little tired of playing Ken, you always wanted to be Barbie!" "Yeah but you were the sexiest Ken around," Sarah joked. "Ok, ok there were a few times when I was ready to kill ya, but you know I love you like a sister. Now enough chitchat, quit stalling and go get you all dolled up and knock their socks off tonight gal! Give Charles a not so sisterly kiss for me, oh and Sarah..." "Yes, sweetie?" "Why don't you wear that hot lil black number Charles picked out for you, you know, the backless one cut down to there in the front... God that would make the men drool and have them all jealous at Charles fortune of finding you." "Oh my, I couldn't wear something like that! Especially not for our first meeting, they'd think I was a floozy or something. No, I'll find something more appropriate instead." Sighing Liz said, "Your such a fuddy duddy sometimes, but I do see your point. The slinky black one for the next meeting then." Laughing at her friend's assessment of her, Sarah replied, "well, we'd have to see about that. Ok I'm going to take my lazy butt off to get ready. I'll call you tomorrow afternoon to fill you in on all the details of tonight. Cross your fingers for me!" A Love Like Theirs "G'bye ... I really do miss your ass ya know, talk to you tomorrow." "Love ya Liz, and I'll do my best about giving Charles that kiss for you, just so long as you'll return the favor and give Marcus the same type from me. Tell the kids that Mike is missing them as well, and that he's looking forward to when he comes back in so they can have that rematch at that video game, they all loved so much the last time. He's sure been practicing it enough lately. ..... Oh and Liz, thank-you for phoning, I really needed to hear a friendly voice. " Replacing the receiver, Sarah trotted upstairs to the master bedroom. Picking up the silky black panties and her red terry cloth robe she'd laid out on the king size bed earlier; she walked into her bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the spacious tub, she turned the faucets, before pouring in the vanilla scented bath oil. Deeply inhaling the fragrance while she slipped her t-shirt over her head. Lifting her hips up, she pulled her panties down and flung them into the nearby laundry basket. Slipping into the hot water, laying her head back, her hands slowly swishing through the bubbles. Picking up the same fragrance body wash, she squeezed a dollop onto her hand, soaping her legs, while taking her razor into her other hand and making long passes on one before moving onto the next. Her nipples peeking through the bubbles that surround her, taking the bottle back into her hands, she filled the palm of her hand with more soap. Applying it almost sensually to the tops of her breasts, brushing her sudsy fingers over her hard nipples. Her hands splaying her tummy, she relaxed in the steamy bath, her long dark lashes closed in rest. Waking with a start, she peered at the clock hanging over her vanity table, noting that she'd drifted off for 15 minutes she emptied the tub, before swiftly exiting. Her light pink nipples puckering from the sudden chill after leaving a hot bath. Patting her warm body dry with a luxurious dark bath sheet, she slipped into the silk panties laid across the padded chair. Sarah shrugged into the comfortable robe, tying the sash tightly around her small waist. Stepping into the cutesy kitty slippers, Charles had given to her a few months before they married. Saying he thought it would be sexy as hell to fuck her wearing only those silly slippers, she'd jokingly referred to them as her come fuck me kitty slippers. At times even teasingly whispering in his ear, in the most unexpected moments, that kitty's ears needed a good flopping. Wriggling her toes inside them she giggled at how foolish they sometimes behaved, and loving every minute they do. ********************************************* Applying the finishing touches to her makeup, she studied her reflection in the oval mirror of her vanity. Silently cursing the tiny lines around her eyes and mouth, and the strands of gray that seem to crop up more every day. Making a wry face, she assured herself that this was as good as it was going to get. Hearing footsteps treading the stairs, she called out, "Charles? You'd better get a move on buster if we're going to hope to arrive on time. I'd hate to be late the first time I meet them, they might think I was one of those woman who possibly cannot ready herself in under 3 hours." Calling from their suite, Charles answered, "Hon, we have plenty of time! Stop worrying, it isn't as though you won't know anyone there tonight. You have me, and you know Susie and John are going to be present. She promised to get there early to ensure that they'll be waiting for us. You know that Susie is one of the best allies you could possibly have." Sticking her tongue out at herself through the mirror before cheekily grinning, she stood up from her seat. Walking into the bedroom, she found Charles in a state of half undress, holding his dress shirt while flipping through his tie selection. Leaning against the door jam, watching the way that he moved, how the pants of his suit melded to his behind, the way the back of his hair was still damp from his shower. She couldn't think of anyone else she'd ever had the fortune of meeting that she admired more than he. Catching her staring at him, smiling as he teased her with, "I thought you were worried about being late, so why are you standing around gawking at an ugly thing like me?" Rolling her eyes, she queried, "Are you trying to fish for compliments? You know how sexy you are; you've had enough women throwing themselves at you as proof enough of this. And even if you hadn't, I still find you incredibly irresistible. So allow your wife the chance to stare, and reflect upon how damned lucky she is to have caught such a fine man, and maybe to even let her gloat a lil over her good fortune. " Throwing his head back as his deep, rich laugh filled the bedroom. He said, "Darling I'm sure you are the only one who believes all that muck, but I'm glad that you feel that way." Pulling his dress shirt on, he fastened the cuffs while watching her pad into the walk in closet. Asking of her, "have you decided what you're wearing yet?" An unlady like snort sounded from the depths of the closet, the faint reply of, "no I have not" was heard. "But don't worry I'll be dressed and ready to roll in less than twenty." "Okay then, I'm going to go make sure everything is off and we're ready to go by then," Charles tossed over his shoulder as he departed from their room. True to her word, Sarah came down the stairs within the twenty minutes. Hearing her soft footsteps, Charles rounded the corner before suddenly stopping in his tracks. The normal teasing undercurrent to his voice gone, he whispered "you look absolutely beautiful Sarah Anne Williams, you'll be the envy of every woman there and I'll be the envy of all their husbands." Chewing her lip nervously she answered, "Well that is not my intention," a quick look back up the stairs before continuing, "maybe I should go change, I promise to be as fast as lightening." "You will do no such thing Sarah, you're a vision and I'll not allow you to change anything. Besides you have this misguided notion that you can hide how lovely you are." Holding her coat out for her to get into, her small gold hoop earrings jangled softly as they brushed against the collar. Taking one long last look at her new home, she stepped out into the muggy spring evening. The unknown ahead of her ... *********************************************** Nervous hands smoothed the hem of her skirt, checking her lipstick in the mirror for what Charles thought must have been the millionth time. He hated how anxious she was, had done everything he could think of to reassure her that things would be great, but it seemed as though nothing he had said soothed her nerves at all. Patiently he held out his arm for her, which Sarah gratefully accepted. Standing at the front door she started to panic, turning to her husband she worriedly asked, "Charles do you see a run in my hose?" Looking quickly just to quell her fears, he nodded his head `no' while smiling kindly at her. Leaning his mouth next to her ear he whispered, "did I mention how I can't wait to ditch these people and screw you senseless?" Caught off guard, she answered softly, "no I don't believe you have, but thanks a Hell of a lot for telling me now and getting me all in a tither at the notion!" Giving her a sly wink just as the door opened up to reveal an elegantly dressed lady. Awestruck Sarah watched their hostess greet them. Offering her hand to Mrs. Brickwood, "Lila its my pleasure to be the first to introduce you to my wife, Sarah Anne. Sarah sweetheart, this is Lila, the wife of my partner Jay. Lila heads many of the charities that you'll soon become acquainted with." Sarah shyly offered her small hand to Mrs. Brickwood, murmuring "Good evening, its such a pleasure to meet you. I've been looking forward to your party all week. " Mrs. Brickwood politely shook Sarah's hand, and replied, "So have we my dear, we've all been quite anxious to meet the young lady who stole Charles' heart away. He's been rather stingy with details about you however, so this should give us all an opportunity to get to know one another. Stepping back from the door Mrs. Brickwood extended her arm in an invitation to enter. Timidly Sarah walked in holding onto Charles' arm. Glancing up at him, she saw his reassuring smile, patting her hand, he pulled her further into the home. A few hours later Sarah was exhausted. Her face felt like it would crack from the permanent smile she had placed there. Her mind was tired from racking it trying to come up with mindless chitchat. Her feet ached from the 4" heels she vainly decided to wear; foolishly thinking that the added 4 inches wouldn't make her appear so short next to Charles. Shaking her head at herself, knowing that no matter how high the heel she was always going to look like a shrimp next to him, being only 5'1". Momentarily recalling his comments to the advantages of their difference in height, she thought that after getting home she'd try one of those ideas he'd mentioned, on him. Excusing herself from the circle of his friends, she went in search of the bathroom. After looking on her own for five minutes she decided to ask one of the servers for directions. Heading down a large hallway she quickly found the correct door but was disappointed to find that it was already occupied. Going back in the direction she had came from, she went up a stairway and down another hall, to the alternative lavatory that the sweet faced waitress had informed her about. Once inside the room Sarah looked around, noting the marble sinks and the shiny fixtures, the monogrammed navy blue hand towels hanging by the sinks, the huge shower encased in glass. Stepping up to the mirror, Sarah peered at her reflection, fluffing the long light brown hair that hung in waves past her shoulder, reapplying her lipstick. "You are doing fine... They seem to like you... And thank heavens Susie was here to pave the way. So get back out there, you only have an hour left before this night is over and you can go back home and make wild, passionate love to your husband." Setting her chin in a determined manner, she reached for the doorknob. The door opening to a crack she happened to hear a mixture of female voices in a room somewhere down the hall. "Well I can't believe he brought her here, did he think we'd all welcome her?" "Poor Vicki was in disbelief that he was. She had planned on coming herself, until she heard the news. " "I for one plan on being courteous to her, but that's as far as I'm going. I'll never accept her into our group of friends. She isn't an equal and she could never replace Vicki." In stunned silence Sarah listened to the conversation-taking place, knowing without reservation that it was about her. Recognizing at least one of the voices, that of Mrs. Brickwood, who spoke last. Hurt tears welled up in her eyes; angrily she swiped them away. Opening the door fully, she followed the now softer voices to the room where the ladies were. Stepping into the room, her eyes quickly taking note of which all were present in the slamming session of her. A few of the startled faces she placed, as having met earlier, but some she didn't recognize at all. In a surprised tone, Mrs. Brickwood inquired, "Oh Sarah dear, did you lose your way? Are you looking for Charles? Because I just left he and Jay a few minutes ago discussing business, in Jay's study." "No, I am not lost. No I am not looking for my husband. The other restroom was occupied so I decided to use the one up here." Pausing, she looked at the faces. Some had the grace to look embarrassed; most could not meet her eye. Taking a deep breath before continuing, "I do appear to have stumbled onto a 'private' conversation between you nice ladies. I am sorry for the intrusion, but I cannot say that I'm sorry that I overheard." Proceeding, while keeping her voice level, "I do have a few comments before I take my leave. I had feared that I wouldn't be welcomed warmly by his group of friends, but I was informed that was silly on my part. I know that I'm not as educated, or as well traveled, or as graceful as his ex wife, or even his ex girlfriends. Not to mention the lot of you. I come from not only a poor, small state not to mention a small poor town. I'm a country girl, with only a high school education, with a ten-year-old son. I'm sure it is hard for you all to understand why a man such as Charles, could find me attractive much less wish to spend his life with me. Or to take on someone else's child. I find it hard to imagine myself, but the fact remains he has." Pausing to take a deep breath, she noticed that several opened their mouths as if to speak, holding up her hand for silence, she carried on. "I am also aware that most of you are loyal to his ex wife, not only do I understand that, I actually admire it. Charles has always spoken very highly of her to me, heaped praise upon her, the last thing I or he for that matter, wished to do was to hurt her. " "Maybe you have a problem with our difference in age, to many, 26 years apart is a good bit. That is one area that I have never had a problem, He is an incredible man, what he's done in his life, most only dream of. I am not with him because of his money or status; those are all things I could care less about. I am with him because of how he makes me feel, how well he treats my child, and because I love him more than any other man I have ever left. I am indeed blessed to have even made his acquaintance, aside from the fact that he fell in love with me as well." On a roll now, Sarah's face flushed a hot pink, her chest heaving, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. " Charles assured and assured me over and over, that his friends would love me because he loves me. Now my suggestion to you all, and your more than welcome to take it or leave it, would be too not mention this to anyone else. Not to your husbands or your other friends. I have no plans on telling Charles what I overheard, because I know that he would not go easily on any of you. I don't know any of you to have offended you, but in case I have tonight, I apologize now. I would like for you each to consider your remarks when I take my leave, and analyze why you made them. Could it be that you're afraid in your own way that your husbands may find younger women? Or just another women, period? Are you that insecure in your marriages or your lives that you feel threatened by me? A woman you don't even know someone who has never harmed you or spoken an ill word against you? " Referring to her knee length feminine, black dress, which covered up most of her body but undeniably could not hide the curves within. She said, "My dress doesn't reveal much, certainly nothing like some of the ones I see a few of you wearing, so obviously that cannot be the problem. I believe that I carried myself in such a manner that I did my husband proud, as well as his family and my own." "I came here tonight in hopes of making some friends in a new place, hopefully we can do away with our prejudices and have that still happen. That is if you are willing to give me half a chance. The next encounter we have, this will be erased from my memory, and I still want to become friends with Charles' friends." Summing up, Sarah finished with, "I hope you all have a wonderful night," turning to their hostess she said, " Thank-you and your husband for generously inviting me into your beautiful home." Turning on her heel, she departed. Quickly walking down the stairs, she didn't notice Charles and Susie standing in the shadows. His jaw clenching and unclenching, Susie could feel the anger radiating from every fiber of his being. As he stepped forward, intending to enter into the room that Sarah had just exited, Susie latched onto his forearm. "Dad, don't. Let me instead." Looking back towards his oldest child, he started to speak. "Shhh, trust me. Let me deal with them. I have known most of these woman all my life, I know that Mother will not be happy if she hears of this, she doesn't like for anyone to be made to feel as though they are inferior. You two didn't end because of Sarah; your marriage was over years before you went through with a divorce. Now if you want to listen to what I have to say to those spiteful old biddies your more than welcomed to. I don't think they are going to like the tongue lashing that they are about to receive from me." Standing on tiptoe, kissing his cheek affectionately. "Now go find John and get yourself a drink; do not however go to Sarah. Not until you calm down and she's had time to collect herself as well. Let her believe that you don't know what just transpired, even if for her own pride Daddy. Trust me on this." Rubbing his forehead, Charles nodded in agreement. Susie strolled into the room and the angry look on others. Not giving any of them the opportunity to say a hello, she started her own speech. "I overheard everything, so there is no point in denying anything. You all did your very best to crush the spirit of a lovely young woman tonight and I won't stand for that shit again. I love her as I do my sisters. Sarah hit the nail on the head with her observation of you all being intimidated. Some of you are very insecure in your marriages, which is very sad. If my sisters and I do not have a problem with Sarah being our age, Hell she's actually a few months younger than myself, they why should anyone else?" "She's great to our father and if any of you had watched them tonight, watched how they looked at each other, you would see the love. We don't chose who we fall in love with, it just happens. I for one am glad that my father found someone who makes him so happy, that loves him. Her son is a darling little boy, who we all adore, we consider him a younger brother, because my father treats and thinks of him as his son. I'm not as kind as Sarah is, if I even see anything off about how she's treated, ever again, I will NOT hesitate to inform my family. You really don't want your husbands to hear of this. My Mother also, will not be happy to hear how his new wife was received tonight." "But Susie ... " one began. "Susie she wasn't meant to hear any of our conversation." "Does that make it any better? No it does not. So quit with the excuses now. Just know that this bullshit ends tonight." Looking every one of them in the eye to let them know just how serious she was. The resulting silence was deafening, passing her Father in the hallway, he reached out to take her arm. Mouthing a silent thank-you, she nodded her head to him and smiled kindly. Pulling him down the hallway and the stairs, along with her. ********************* Sarah leaned against the closed door of the downstairs bathroom. Taking deep calming breaths, her eyes welling up. The knock at the door and the soft voice outside, startling her. Her voice shaky, "I'll be out in a few." "Sarah?" "Yes, just give me a minute please." Sarah didn't immediately recognize the voice on the other side of the door. "Hon, open the door, please. This is Mandy, Sam's wife." Briefly she closed her eyes; steeling herself for another possible unpleasant encounter she reached and opened the door. Mandy was a beautiful woman, of about 34. Tall and slender with long, straight dark blonde hair. Her bright red dress sending shimmers of light with every movement she made. Sarah remembered meeting her after first arriving and certainly recalled her face in the crowed of woman upstairs, shortly before. Standing expectantly waiting for Many to speak, Sarah tried hard not to tap her foot impatiently. Clearing her throat, Mandy began, "Sarah, I am so sorry for what just happened. I wish you hadn't heard any of that, but since you did, I wish you would have waited before making your presence known, to hear what I was getting ready to say. Not everyone feels the way those that you did overhear. I myself, along with a few of the other wives are not like that. We are all not a stuck up bunch of witches. Sam is close to 20 years my senior; I come from a very small town, probably even smaller than your own. Until we married, almost ten years ago, I hadn't traveled much, much less been exposed to this type of lifestyle. It took awhile for the other wives to accept me, I also had a kind, and generous women take me under her wing and help make way for that acceptance. Also I believe that once the other wives realized that I posed no threat to them, it made things easier as well." A Love Like Theirs Reaching out, Mandy placed an arm around Sarah's shoulders giving her a half hug, smiling understandingly before continuing, "Now I hope that you will not judge all of us because of a few mean spirited bitches. I can see how upset this has made you, but you handled yourself unbelievably well, you didn't show them how angry you were, or how upset and hurt you were by their thoughtless remarks. I doubt that I could have curbed my temper half as well." Matching Mandy's grin to her, Sarah began to feel better. "Maybe we can go to lunch someday next week, without the men. I'll invite a few of the other ladies that are open minded and kinder, than those you witnessed tonight. Sam and I both knew that if Charles chose you, that you were something very special indeed. And after watching you in action tonight, how you handled yourself, I'm beginning to see why he fell madly in love with you. I'd be honored become a friend of yours." The tears that Sarah had been able to hold off finally began spilling down her cheeks. Softly she said a simple "thank-you". Handing Sarah a tissue from the container on the nearby table, Mandy exclaimed, "Aww now honey, you quit that crying! You're going to smear that makeup, and make those big gorgeous green eyes of yours bloodshot. Dry those tears before we go find our men, have a drink and get to know each other a little better." Crooking her arm in Sarah's, Mandy urged her from the restroom, and together they rejoined the party. Motioning Sam with her hand, she headed them over to where Charles stood with his eldest daughter and her husband, John. Charles reached his arm out to embrace Sarah to his body, comforting her with a gentle hug, smiling down at her he mouthed 'I love you, baby. ' A warm loving feeling flowed through her body at his touch and from his words. Chatting with the group of friends, and finishing their drinks Charles began making their excuses. Stating that he was tired and wished to take his lovely wife home, they started making their rounds. Susie leaned over and grabbed Sarah into a hug, kissing her cheek she whispered into her ear, "your a terrific woman, Sarah Anne, not only do I think your lucky to have my father, but I think he's damned lucky to have you." Squeezing her back, Sarah softly replied, "you're a great daughter, and I'm glad to have you for a friend." After making tentative plans to meet Mandy for lunch, she and Charles found their hosts near the front door. Fixing a smile on her face, Sarah thanked them both for inviting her and making her feel welcomed. Shaking both their hands and telling them goodnight, Charles held Sarah's hand and pulled her outside. The short trip home was silent and thoughtful for both. Upon entering their home, Charles began turning on the lights and resetting the alarm. Sighing with relief, Sarah stepped out of her heels, moving them out of the way with her toe. Making a move to head upstairs, she felt his large hands grab her wrist before suddenly picking her up and carrying her. Cradled in his strong arms, Sarah looked at her husband, wrapping her left arm around his neck she pulled his mouth down to hers. Greedily sucking his lips, then his tongue before delving hers into his mouth. Laying her down on the big bed, Charles tossed his suit coat over in the corner before stretching out beside her. Running a fingertip from her lips, down her chin, past her throat, stopping only centimeters from the tops of her breasts. Sarah's body shivered uncontrollably, her need for him acute. Biting the tip of her earlobe, kissing a fiery path along her jaw and down the pulse in her neck. His hands sliding up the hem of her dress, caressing the silky hosiery, playfully snapping the garter before rubbing her mound. Easing one of his thick fingers inside her panties, he slowly stroked her slit. "Mmmm you're already wet for me. Your lips already swollen with want. Your breasts are straining to be freed, and your nipples are begging to be sucked." Swiftly moving his finger in and out of her hot cunt, while his thumb played with her engorged button. Sarah twisted under his touch, groaning her desire, her hands removing his tie, then unbuttoning his dress shirt. Eager to feel his skin next to her own, she pulled his shirt open to expose his naked chest. Her mouth fastening on his nipple while her hand pinched the other. Pushing her on her back, straddling her body, reaching his hands into the front of her dress and pulled her swollen breasts free. Mauling them, pushing them tightly together, smashing the nipples into one another. Sarah's hands quickly unbuckled his pants, her fingers hastily pulling his hard dick out, jerking her up and down the length, her thumb brushing across the tip. Pinching the tip between her fingertips, the oozing fluid sliding down his cock, over her hand. Leaning up as far as his body would allow, her tongue lapped up the sticky mess, traveling up she put his head into her mouth. Enthusiastically sucking out all the tasty precum, as fast as his body was making it. Taking his cock from her, he spread her tits apart to slide his rod between them. Once again he pushed her tits together, moving his hips forward then backward, the end of his prick pressing against her lips. Sarah greedily opened her mouth to accept him again, lapping and sucking until he pulled his body back. Satisfying herself by licking the salty trail he left on her chest, until the head reappeared. Her dressed pushed up to her hips, feeding his thick fingers back into her dripping snatch. "I want you... I need you." "To do what? Give you pleasure? I'm doing that. If you want more, you're going to have to wait." Twitching underneath his touch, the deeper he finger fucked her, the harder she sucked his cock. Brutally he squashed her boobs tighter around his shaft, rubbing her nipples together. Steadily ramming his meat between her valley, emptying his balls of his hot, sticky spunk. Splashing her face, hair, a puddle forming at the base of her throat, finally shoving his dick down her throat for the final squirt. Gobbling up all the cum he fed her, cleaning his cock off with her mouth. Removing his fat dick, he watched silently as she began licking her face clean as far as her tongue could reach. "Taste good baby?" Shaking her head yes, then bending her head down to clean her tits. Charles took his rod in hand, scooping up what her mouth could not reach before offering it to her. After cleaning them both from the huge load he'd showered her in, he crawled between her open legs. Eating her through the silky material, before ripping them off her sex. Her body writhing in sweet agony, as his lips and fingers groped and probed her sensitive insides. Darting his tongue inside, feeling her smooth cunt twitch with excitement. "You're torturing me," Sarah whimpered as she reached down to force his head closer to her. Eating her hard and fast, wanting to taste all of her at once disappointed when he couldn't. Latching his lips onto her clit, reaching his fingers up to stroke her G-spot, his actions urging her to reach her climax. Grinding her hot little pussy in his face, Sarah arched her back, her fist tightly clenched in the cover of the duvet, while wrapping the fingers of her other hand in his short dark hair. Biting her bottom lip to suppress her unbidden scream, her head lolling from side to side as his drove in and out, his tongue shifted from sucking her clit to lapping her inner lips, around his fingers. Spreading her cunt open with his fingers, he licked all the flesh he could reach. Waves of pleasure over powered her; spasms shook her body, lasting longer than Sarah had ever thought imaginable. Crying out his name in one long breath, she came. Charles watched her glassy eyes, slowing his movements until she calmed, gently stroking her inner thighs, and placing soft butterfly kisses on her tummy. Stretching his full length beside her on the bed, running his hands over her body, enjoying how she shivered at his touch. Sarah turned her head to face him, and began licking his face clean, sucking his lips, swiping his cheeks, skimming over his mustache. Reaching into the nightstand beside the bed, Charles produced her favorite toy. Approximately nine inches in length, with a curve at the end, this vibrator reached her g-spot as the *ears* vibrated against her clit. Placing it beside her hip, he once again reached into the drawer and bringing out the nipple clamp. Watching her eyes for her reaction to the toys, Charles pinched her nipples hard, before attaching. Arching her back unintentionally, her hands reaching out for him as he elusively evaded her touch. Stretching his long body next to hers, playfully tugging the chain that connected the clamps to her aching nipples. Taking the vibrator in hand he inclined his head, fluttering his tongue across the pinched nipples, while rubbing the *still* vibrator up and down her dripping slit. Unconsciously parting her thighs, Sarah whimpered, "Charles please, I can't take much more of this sweet torment. I need ..." "Need? Need what my sweet Sarah?" Manipulating the toy around her bulging button, with a flick he turned the power on. The vibrations sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, her hands gripping the sheets, her head tossing and turning, Sarah pleaded with him to give her the release her body craved. "Oh God... Charles! Oh fuck that feels good ... " Moaning loudly, she pulled him down onto her sweaty body, her mouth feverishly attacking everything it could reach. Her hands clawing, stroking and grabbing every part of his that they touched. Parting her thighs with his leg, he leaned back on his haunches, guiding the head of his cock towards her clit. Tapping it before rubbing her, sliding easily down between her drenched lips. Poising his cock momentarily, Charles looked Sara in the eye. Not only were her words begging him to fuck her, but her eyes were as well. Her face flushed, her lips parted, her breathing quick and shallow, Sara looked every inch like a wanton woman. Her hips raised up to greet his dick, silently urging him to enter her. With the need to touch and feel and unable to reach him any longer, she started rubbing her own skin. The palms resting against the flat surface of her stomach, her thumbs grazing her rib cage, her pinkies rubbing along her pelvic bone. Charles loved teasing Sara, knowing how it drove her crazy with want, he knew how to touch her, what parts were sensitive, and he exploited this knowledge every opportunity that he got. Her knew her body as well as he knew his own, better than she did and certainly any lover she'd had before. He enjoyed the power that he held over her, knowing that he could give her a long look in a public place and she'd jump his body the first chance she got. Moving his fingertips across the back of her neck, down her spine, placing his hands on the outsides of her breasts. But he had many more things he could teach and show her, and he was looking forward to those moments in their future. Sara stared at him, unable to determine the look on his face or what thoughts he was having behind those big dark eyes of his. Everyday she thought she couldn't possibly love him anymore than she already did, and wonderfully everyday she was proven wrong. She loved him unconditionally; no one in her life had ever given her the pleasure that he had brought. She loved being his wife, his partner, his pleasure, but more importantly she loved being his best friend and confidant. Sara's eyes widened as Charles quickly shoved his dick to the hilt inside her slippery pussy. Bending his head he grasped the chain, that connected the clamps, between his teeth. Rearing his head backwards while pulling her hips, he continued slamming her, her lips stretched around his cock, her nipples aching with sweet pleasure. Their bodies became as one; the only goal was their pleasure, the giving and receiving. Charles savaged her body with his cock and hands, Sara reveled in it as she wrapped her slender legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke. With her orgasm building so strongly she closed her eyes. "Sara, open your eyes. Let me watch you as you come." At his command, she once again opened her eyes. Focusing on his eyes and lips, her body began twitching, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him firmly against her, she began a long bone tiring climax. Exploding all around his cock as she screamed her release. "Oh My God ... fuckkkkkk" He pummeled her faster, releasing the chain; he raised up on his knees to fuck her high. Placing his hands at the backs of her knees, he lifted her legs up and back, his pelvis smashing against hers, his cum filled balls slapping her ass. Even with her orgasm, she still felt needy. Her fingers quickly started rubbing her clit, fast and hard. Sara waited until she could sense his own approaching, before she allowed hers to again, build. Clenching the muscles of her pussy, she held him inside of her, she began undulating her hips. "That's it sweetie. Come for me; empty your full balls inside of me." Those words she spoke, combined with how wonderful her body felt, did him in. With one final deep thrust,crying out he filled her tight snatch with a huge load of spunk. Releasing her legs, he again laid on top of her. His lips placing a soft kiss upon her forehead, a tender one on the tip of her nose before finally pressing a sensual one on her lips. Resting his cheek against hers, he whispered lowly into her ear... "I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow". She was his and he was hers. *Thank-you for taking the time to read my newest story and for voting. Sarah and Charles' tale, while at times was the easiest to write to date, was also the hardest. I hope that you enjoyed their love story, and that you, yourself have a love like theirs.*