“Sarah, it’s for you.” I picked up the phone.

“Hi, this is Sarah.”

“Sarah, it’s Tom, how are you?”

“Oh, hi Tom, I’m great thanks,” and I was. I could confidently say I had never felt better in my entire life. We talked business for a short while, everything was going well, and he was pleased.

“What are you doing Friday night?”

“This Friday?”

“Yes, sorry, it's late notice. I’ve been invited to a drinks party, wondered if you’d like to come with me?” He briefly paused before adding, “Of course, I’ve tried all my other women, you are my last resort,” and he laughed, and so did I; it was a joke he had used before.

“Well, I was going to do something more exciting, like stay in and wash my hair, but I can’t let you out on your own, that would be against your probation terms.”

Sarah

“Good luck, Sweetpea!”

“Thanks, Mum! Bye, Dad,” she said, and she was off, a spring in her step. It made me so happy to see her like this, especially today of all days. It was her first exam of many, and she was looking forward to it! The next few weeks would be so important for her. God, I was so proud of her.

“Perhaps we could have dinner out this evening, to celebrate? Just the three of us?"

“Lizzy is going over the Lucy’s. I said she could," I said, "They are going to do some revision for next week’s exams.”

“Is that a good idea?”

That was a fair question. “Oh, they are both so focused, and they have really helped each other.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He hesitated a few seconds before continuing, “How about me and you then?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m out this evening.” He didn’t reply. OK, I thought, this is probably as good a time as any. I found what I was looking for and opened it.

“When were you going to tell me about this?” His head slumped. “Well?”

“I can explain.” I didn’t need him or anyone else to explain it. I knew exactly what it was, this was Amy’s “pound of flesh”, or more accurately, Jon’s fleshy dangling bits! And I did not blame her.

“So, if the business is going to buy her share of the business, why am I not included in that arrangement?”

“I didn’t think you’d wanted that until we, well, you know, whenever that is.” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You mean when we divorce?” He nodded. I took a deep breath. “Carl, Lizzy’s exams will be done and dusted in a few weeks. I saw no reason to rush matters so I was going to leave it until then. But this escalates matters, doesn’t it? I mean, it will save time, and money if it is done at the same time. Yes?”

“So, who are they?”

Tom explained that Phil was a business colleague and he and his wife, Angie, like to hold impromptu drinks parties. It was a lovely Georgian property, set out over four floors and my estate agent's eye gave it a quick appraisal.

Our hosts were typically lovely, wealthy, and welcoming and I found myself being introduced to various couples, all of which appeared the same, although several of the women did give me a good look, from top to toe, as if they were assessing Tom’s latest bit of stuff. But I didn’t care.

And then I saw her. She was wearing a beautiful white backless dress and, as she strolled into the room, several people turned to greet her I could not help myself from watching her, and she kissed those lucky enough to grab her attention.

The couple I was talking to had followed my gaze. And then she saw me.

“Sarah!” Her smile lit up the room and my heart fluttered as she headed straight to me and we kissed. “Oh, I am so pleased you are here!” and after a hello to a few others, we were soon chatting, as if we had known each other for years. And it was lovely.

There were only perhaps a dozen or so couples and Sabby and I found ourselves chatting to a lovely gentleman called Mike, and a beautiful younger lady called Clarisa, who I assumed was his wife, and when another gentleman, joined us, I thought nothing about it, other than how easy I found them all to be. And even though we chatted with those around us, and people came and went, I realised we were staying close to each other.

A hour or so, and a couple of refills later, I quickly scanned the room. Tom was chatting with a gorgeous black woman, and her husband, a tall, beautiful-looking black man, who had kissed my hand when I had been introduced to him. And, as I scanned the rest of the room, something caught my eye. Fuck!

The woman, a very attractive woman in her thirties, was sitting and talking with another couple when a man walked up behind her and, without saying anything, he slipped his hand into the top of her dress and squeezed her breast. She casually turned as he bent over her and they kissed, and then he strolled away! Fuck!

When I turned back to Sabby, she was looking at me and smiled. “That’s just Harry’s way of telling Ruth to have fun,” she said. Oh, fucking hell! I quickly glanced back over to Tom, who I now realised had his arm around the waist of that beautiful black girl. Oh, fucking hell, what has he got me into here!?

I was in half a mind to drink up and leave. I realised my sex life had certainly taken an upward turn, and most definitely a turn for the better, but if this turned into what I thought it would, well, that was a completely different ball game, excuse the pun. And it was obvious that Sabby had spotted my discomfort.

“Tom didn’t tell you then?” I just shook my head, knowing that if I had tried to reply, my voice would have failed me. She reached out and took my hand. “You don’t have to join in, it’s not compulsory,” she said, a beautiful smile across her lovely face, “Just say no.” I did my best to smile back and then took a big gulp of my drink.

Oh my! Ruth did not waste any time and I watched as she knelt in front of the gentleman in front of her and, after unzipping him and easing down his trousers, she had his cock in her mouth. I had never seen anyone do this before, obviously unlike some others nearby, as some simply continued their conversations, perhaps glancing occasionally.

I started to glance around again, but my attention was caught by the scene right in front of me. The gentleman, Mike, had moved close to Sabby and although I could not see, it was quite obvious his hand was stroking her bottom.

Our conversation continued, and she was just explaining to me how she had met Tom when she gasped and she bent slightly at her hips, and gasped again, her eyes fixed on me.

The man next to me said something, I didn’t hear, and he moved away, returning a minute later with a fresh drink for me, and we both just stood there, watching the scene a few feet in front of us unfold.

Whatever Mike was doing was certainly hitting the spot, as Sabby was clearly enjoying it. Her face was a picture of beauty, her eyes sparkling, and, as she leant further forward, her loose top gave us a wonderful glimpse of her breasts, so when the man next to me asked me to hold his glass, I wasn’t too surprised that he stepped forward, and, after gently squeezing them, he slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

Sabby straightened herself slightly and allowed her dress to fall away. A quick shuffle of her hips, and with Mike’s help, her dress dropped to the ground.

Oh, my! I’ve never really thought about what I would consider beautiful breasts. I like mine, a decent C-cup, still firm enough, my nipples pink and still managing to look forward, if not up. Sabby’s breasts were, quite simply, beautiful! They were smaller than mine, much more cone-shaped, her nipples pouting out and up, and when the man next to me, took them both into his hands and gently squeezed, Sabby let out a gorgeous soft moan.

When he eventually turned and took his glass, he was smiling. When he also took mine, I was slightly surprised but with one look at that gorgeous girl in front of me, I knew what I wanted to do, and when I stepped forward, Sabby reached for me and pulled me closer, and we kissed.

My first girl kiss! And what a kiss it was. It started softly but soon our mouths explored each other’s, our tongues dancing, and when my hands took her beautiful breasts and I gently squeezed, our passion grew. All the time we kissed, she was moaning, softly, lustfully and when we finally broke, she held me, our noses still touching.

I saw her expression change, and she shuddered, just slightly, and then she let out a much louder moan, her hands gripping my shoulders, as a rock-hard cock slipped into her pussy.

What a sight! This beautiful young lady, now bent at her hips, her hands now on the edge of a chair, her exquisite breasts rocking was, without doubt, the sexiest, horniest thing I had ever seen and when I felt someone close behind me, I happily leaned backwards, just slightly, allowing whoever it was to feel my body. It was so fucking horny!

Tom

There was a very good reason I had been late inviting Sarah. I was not entirely joking when I said I had tried others, before inviting her. The reason was that I was not sure how Sarah would react when things kicked off, as they were bound to. I had been a regular at Phil's and Angie’s little drinks soirees, perhaps three or four a year. Yes, they all turned out like this.

I had b-lined to the sexiest girl I had ever had the pleasure of, the gorgeous Andrea, a tall black girl who had the most incredible body and lips that could suck the cork out of a bottle. I had glanced over a few times to where Sarah was standing and it was clear she was enjoying the scene in front of her, a relief for me, and when I saw Marcus behind her, not Andrea’s husband, as Sarah had suggested, but her brother, I knew things were about to get serious for her.

Any doubts I had about Sarah soon disappeared and we were close enough to see her reaction when his huge arms and hands, reached over her shoulders and down her body, and after a few minutes of enjoying him explore her over her dress, she arched her head backwards and up and he leant down over her and they kissed.

I was slowly fucking Andrea from behind, both of us facing them and, as the kiss continued, his hands had soon unzipped her dress and released her lovely breasts, and she stood there, just in her stocking and suspenders, and a tiny G-string, and when his hand slipped between her legs, his other firmly gripping her buttocks, she reached behind her, searching for his cock. And this was something I did not want to miss!

After a quick feel, she broke the kiss, and she turned, her eyes focused on Marcus’s groin and, after glancing up to his face and back down again, several times, we, Andrea and I, and several others watched as she pulled down his underwear and released his cock.

I have seen it several times and it never fails to impress me and it seemed to have the same effect on his sister who began to thrust her hips back hard onto me, and I returned the favour, and it was not long before she began to shudder and shake, her orgasm piling through her, just as I emptied myself deep inside her. And when I slipped out of her, we walked over to a large sofa where Marcus and Sarah were now entertaining themselves, and the audience.

Sarah

Holy, fucking, Moly! No one and I mean no one, not even those two gorgeous hunky young men, Charlie and Ben, had fucked me like that. Every single sinew, every single nerve, and every muscle in my body was on fire.

When I had first straddled his hips, I was worried, but the sheer desire in me, the lust driving through me, was incredible and, as soon as I pressed the helmet of his glorious cock between my soaking lips, that desire rose again, and when, after a few attempts, the head slipped in, I felt faint.

I have no idea how long he fucked me, but my first orgasm was not long coming. I was lying flat on him, his hips driving his cock so deep into me, his arms pressing my body onto him, his hands over my shoulders, so as he drove into me, I had nowhere to go. When it ripped through me, I remember throwing my head backwards and screaming with ecstasy, and then I slumped forward, burying my face into his neck, his arms engulfing me.

We stayed like that for god knows how long, and although he continued to gently thrust his cock into me, it sending spasm after spasm through me, he kissed my head and face, and I stretched my head up to meet him, our long deep kiss sending even more emotions through me.

When he finally released his hold, I reluctantly lifted my body off him, my breasts almost stuck to his beautiful body, and with his cock still deep in me, he flipped me onto my back and, spreading my legs as wide as possible, it was my turn to draw him onto me, to grip his wonderful body. And it was wonderful.

“You weren’t exactly complaining. Well, you were groaning and moaning but you weren't complaining!” he said, perhaps a bit too loudly but the taxi driver didn’t seem to hear.

“What was I supposed to do?” I said, quietly, snuggling into him, enjoying his arm around me, although I was so fucking hot.

“You looked fantastic, that was incredible,” he whispered and he kissed my head. And I must admit, I felt wonderful. Lying beneath Marcus had been another incredible first, his cock so deep in me that I was having sensations I have never had before, almost like I was having mini-orgasms on every thrust and when he suddenly quickened the pace, driving even harder and deeper into me, his body completely smothering me, I yearned for him to cum. And, fucking hell, didn’t he cum, and it was enough to send me over the top again. Fuck!

“Do you want to stay the night?”

“At yours?” What a silly question, but he didn’t laugh.

“Yes, it would be lovely to wake up next to you.” Oh, what a lovely thing to say, I thought, but I knew I had to say no, not this time. I explained that Lizzy would be home early in the morning, and I did not want to arrive home used.

“Next time, then?”

Next time! Fucking hell!

Lights were still on when I got out of the taxi and when I opened the door, I heard voices. Fuck, I stopped undoing my coat, although I was desperate to take it off. Fuck, I was boiling alive but there was no way I could take it off with people here.

I shouted hi, and went into the kitchen and, as I was filling a glass, I heard someone behind me.

“Hi, Sarah, how are you?”

“Oh, hi Ali, all good thanks. What have you lot been up to?” I said, looking over his shoulder into our living room, where I saw two more of Carls’ friends.

“Poker night!” he said. He said something about me seeing his wife, Mandy but I was not listening, my only concern being to get this fucking coat off. I turned my back to refill my glass and allowed the cold water to run over my wrists.

“Hi, Sarah.” Both Matt and Sean waved from the door. Thankfully they all said their goodbyes, Carl seeing them out.

Thank fuck for that, I thought, as I headed across the living room, stripping off my coat and throwing it onto a chair as I went, and I quickly opened one of the full-length glass doors and stepped out onto the terrace.

The cool air was wonderful and after a minute or so, I turned and walked to the door and looked in. Carl was tidying up.

“Did you have a nice time?” he asked without looking up and, on his way back to the kitchen, he picked up my coat.

“Did you win?” I asked, ignoring his enquiry.

“About even,” he said, walking back in and picking up a couple of empty bottles. They played for a pound a hand, just a few of them, it being more of a get-together than anything else. Another trip to the kitchen and this time he walked towards me.

“You look, umm..” he said, but he hesitated.

“I look what?” my tone not exactly friendly.

“I was going to say that you look radiant.”

“I feel radiant. I’m fucking boiling!” and I wafted the hem of my dress and then the neck of the dress, trying to get some cool air to my breasts.

“I meant you look radiant, as in beautifully radiant.” He was looking at me, and he tried to smile, perhaps worried about how I would react.

I gave him a little smile back. “Thank you,” I said, before quickly adding, “but fucking hell, is it me, or is it fucking hot?” I turned and walked back out onto the terrace flapping my hem again, and I reached behind me and, after some effort, I tugged at the zip. But it was stuck.

“Fucking dress!” I said, doing my best to free the zip but it was no use. “Carl, please can you help me?”

I sensed him behind me and then felt his hands on me, as he fiddled with the dress, my mind immediately remembering the last time someone did this. A little tug and I felt it open and he stopped.

“Carl, open it, please, I am boiling alive!” and, as he pulled it lower, I felt the air against my skin. It was wonderful, but again he stopped. “Carl, stop fucking around, just undo it, all the way.”

The feeling was wonderful and I pulled the straps off my shoulders, just enough to let the night air get to my breasts, and I felt my nipples immediately harden. When I turned to face Carl, he was standing, his mouth slightly open, his eyes rooted on me, but he quickly looked away and then wandered back into the house, his head shaking slightly.

I slowly followed him but stopped at the door, and leaned against the frame. He was putting the chairs back where they normally lived.

“I spoke to the solicitor today. He agrees with what you said,” he said, picking up the last few bits. “And I spoke to the accountants,” he continued, now walking away towards the kitchen.

“Not that lying little prick, I hope?” I shouted after him.

I could hear him laugh. “No,” he said, walking back towards me. “He’s long gone. It’s one of the Partners,” he said, now only a few paces from me and I saw his eyes take me in. He turned and continued some cleaning up and added, “He’s going to give you some options, depending upon what you want to do.”

“Thank you.”

“And, I have updated all our finances, so you can get the full picture, you know, what is in my pension and..”

“Carl, thank you.”

“And what is in our saving bonds, ISAs you know, and…”

“Carl. Please, stop pretending to clear up and come here.” He stopped but did not look towards me. “Carl. Please come here.”

He reluctantly did as I had asked, stopping a few steps from me. “I thought I could run through this with you tomorrow, perhaps if you want to, if you are about...”

“Carl.” He stopped talking but his eyes were looking down and away from me. “Carl, thank you. I mean it, thank you.”

He looked up briefly as if he was trying not to look at me, but I smiled and caught his eye, and he smiled back.

“It’s nice to see you smile,” I said and this time he looked me in the eyes.

“Thank you, but I haven’t had much to smile about recently.” I was about to answer, but he beat me to it. “I know, I know, it’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

I waited. Finally, he looked up, but I didn’t say anything, and he just looked back at me. I was still leaning against the door frame, the shoulder of my dress low enough on one side that my nipple was almost showing, the other higher due to the frame, so when I slightly shifted my weight, the other strap dropped, my hot and sticky breasts the only things preventing my dress dropping away completely.

“Did you have a nice time?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. Thank you. I’m bloody hot now!” I said, and I fanned my hem again.

“You look hot,” he said, his eyes looking at me closely, “In more ways than one!” he added and when I smiled at him, he smiled.

“You think I’m hot, do you?” He hesitated, for just a few seconds.

“Yes, you look as hot as fuck!” He tried to smile, but I could sense he was worried.

“Do I make your cock hard?” Again, he hesitated, worried about what I was going to say next.

"Yes."

"As hard as it gets when you are with your strippers?" He didn't reply, instead, he dropped his head. "Answer me, Carl. Is it?"

"Harder."

"What about your prostitutes?" Again, his head dropped. "Look at me, Carl." He raised his head and I could see his concern. "I said, do I make your cock as hard as your prostitutes do?"

He was looking at me, his eyes fixed on my body and I straightened up and, after a little shuffle, I allowed my dress to drop off me, leaving me naked, other than my stockings and suspenders.

"You look wonderful," he said, his eyes looking me up and down.

"So answer me, Carl, do I make your cock harder than your whores do?"

"Fuck, yes, Sarah, yes."

“Let me see.” His unease returned. “Carl, let me see it, I want to know if I make your cock hard,” and I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them and his pants down in one movement. Oh yes, I make him hard.

I made a point of looking directly at his cock, his very hard cock, and he just stood there, looking back at me.

"Fucking hell, Sarah, you look gorgeous," and almost instinctively he stroked his cock, his eyes taking in my body, I leaned against the frame, and slowly stroked my breasts, pulling my nipples, enjoying the cool air, my nipples immediately responding.

“I’m very sticky,” I said, looking at him, my hands running down my tummy to my pussy, “and very tender,” my fingers gently circling my clitoris and then slipping between my swollen lips, and I sighed. “Come here.”

He stopped just in front of me, close enough he could feel the heat of my body and smell the sex on me, his cock looking as hard as I had ever seen it. He was still looking me up and down, but his eyes were drawn to my fingers.

“Take a close look, Carl,” and, after a quick look at my face, he knelt in front of me, his face just inches from my pussy, “Can you see how wet I am?” and I slowly withdrew my finger, sticky juices covering it, and I offered it to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth taking it in and sucking it clean.

“Can you taste him?” He nodded. “Do you like it?” He nodded again. “Do you want more?” He glanced up at me and nodded, his gaze returning to my sticky pussy and I lifted my leg over his shoulder. Fucking hell!

As soon as his tongue touched me, I shuddered and I let out a soft sigh, and, as his mouth began to explore my pussy, I had to grip his head, to stop my knees from buckling. His hands joined his tongue around my bottom and one reached up my body and, although it felt so wonderful to have him touch me, I grabbed it.

“No!” I said, and he stopped immediately. He was looking up at me, his face covered in my juices and Marcus’s cum. I took a deep breath. “Here,” I said, and I took one of his hands and placed it under my raised thigh and then the other, placing it on my standing hip, and I gripped the back of his head and pressed his mouth back against my pussy.

It was fucking wonderful! What had happened to me that evening had been simply incredible and yet here I was, my husband’s face buried between my legs, and I wanted more.

“Do you want to know how he fucked me?” He didn’t reply, his mouth was full. “He had a huge black cock, so fucking big,” and I felt him jolt, “It was so big, it took me ages before I could take it all,“ his licking getting stronger, deeper.

“He fucked me and fucked me, everyone was watching,” and I gripped his head pressing myself harder onto his face, my hips grinding hard on his mouth. “Every thrust made my pussy throb,” both of my hands gripping his hair as hard as I could, “He came so much, deep in me, filling me with his hot cum.”

I could feel it building and building, deep, so deep inside me, inside every part of me, and it continued to build, more and more. “Would you have liked to watch me?” He grunted. “Would you like to wank off watching me fuck his big black cock? Would you?” I shouted, and I pulled his face away from my pussy.

“Yes, yes,” and I pressed his face back onto my pussy.

“And watch me cum, watch my pussy being pounded.” He grunted again and I pulled him away.

“Yes, please, Sarah, yes, I will do anything for you.”

“And then lick me clean?”

“Yes, yes!” and I pressed my pussy to his face and this time I started to ride his face, gripping his head tightly in my hands and suddenly, from deep inside, my orgasm rose and crashed through me.

“Oh fucking, fucking hell!” and I squealed with delight, every part of me shaking, quivering in ecstasy, "Oh, God, yes, fucking, fucking hell!" and I stayed like that, wave after wave continuing to crash through me, but as my orgasm began to recede, my emotions began to spill out of me.

“I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you..” I said, my hands pulling his hair, and I realised I was almost crying, “Why did you do that to me,” and I slapped his head with my palm, “Why?” I asked again, hitting him again, “Why!?” and I felt my tears rolling down my face and I found myself slowly releasing my grip, my hands now holding his head.

“How could you do that to me?” I was sobbing now, my whole body crumbling, my hands now holding his head and, as I slumped, his face now pressed against my pelvis, I stroked his face, holding him tight to me, and I felt his arms take my weight, holding me tight.

“I thought you loved me. I thought you loved me,” I said through my tears. He did not reply, but I heard his sobs. I stayed there for a minute, perhaps two, but finally, I regained some composure, and I unhooked my leg and stood and then walked away from him, leaving my dress where it had fallen.

“I thought you loved me.”