The last few weeks had been hell. I had thought that, just perhaps, if I was fortunate and I prayed hard enough, Sarah and I had a small chance to come out of all this together. But I was wrong, so very wrong. And to say I was in pain was an understatement.

“For fuck’s sake, Carl, you need to walk away, mate. You and her are fucking history!”

Thank you, Jon, I thought to myself, that is very helpful! He then continued the tale of woes which Amy, his soon-to-be ex-wife, was heaping upon him. But to be honest, I didn’t give a shit about him, or Amy, for that matter. No, there was only one person on my mind; my Sarah.

Things had changed since that night. In the morning, Sarah was quiet. In fact, she didn’t say a word as I went through the finances with her and that had set the tone for these last few weeks. A few mornings later, it was Lizzy who mentioned it.

“You know you’ve made Mum very unhappy.”

“What did she say?”

“She’s told me all about it.” Oh fuck! This was the nightmare I had dreaded.

“What did she say,” I said, again, and braced myself.

“She said that you did not love her anymore.” Oh, thank God for that, I thought.

“Is that all she said?”

“Like what?” she said, looking up from her phone.

“I don’t know,” I quickly said.

“Dad, you know I love you but you are such a fucking idiot.” She was looking at me very seriously, and I didn’t dare to tell her not to swear.

“Is that what she told you?”

“Yes. Why? Is that not true?” Oh, I should not have said anything. I had to think quickly.

“Lizzy, your mum and I are going through a bad patch. It happens.”

“So, you do love her?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, tell her, you bloody idiot, tell her!”

I didn’t know what to say but finally, I found my tongue. “But I don’t think she loves me.”

“Have you asked her? No, don’t answer that, of course you haven’t! Bloody idiot,” she said getting up and, after rummaging through the fridge, she returned with a yoghurt. “She loves you, Dad.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“No, not exactly,” she said, licking the top of the pot. “You know she cries when we are not here?” She took a mouthful of her yoghurt, “I’ve seen her drying her eyes and then she pretends she’s got something in one of them.” She took a couple of mouthfuls before she looked at me.

“You do realise she is gorgeous! Several of my friends think she is as horny as fuck!” She saw the surprise on my face. “Well, she is, isn’t she!”

“I know she is, but I’m surprised your friends told you that!”

“Why? They are boys, and you know what boys are like.” Yes, I did. “And you can see why! She is gorgeous, Dad, and she will soon find someone. They will be queuing up.” She didn’t know how true that was.

“I think it is too late,” I said, finally.

“Well, Dad, then you really are a fucking idiot!” and with that, she was off, leaving the empty yoghurt pot for me to clear up.

Sarah

Blimey, I was hot, again. But I was not surprised and this time I didn’t mind as the beautiful creature lying next to me looked as hot as I was. Even though it was dark, the blinds were open and the full moon lit the bedroom enough that the perspiration on her gorgeous breasts almost sparkled.

We had spent the afternoon looking at two possible properties, the first of which she had fallen in love with and, to celebrate, we had rushed back to Tom’s flat where she pinned me to the fridge and then undressed me.

I had returned the favour on our way to the bedroom and was thrilled Sabby had orgasmed with my head between her legs, my tongue lapping her juices, my fingers deep inside her. And now, nearly two hours and several orgasms later, we were catching our breath.

“You know it is lovely to know I am your first girl,” she said, turning onto her side, our faces just inches apart, and she kissed me gently, lovingly, sensually. And she was.

The first time, a couple of weeks ago had caught me by surprise but this time I had been expecting, no, hoping, she would want me again. She had told me she was staying at Tom’s apartment, so I had thought she would be spending the night with him.

“No, he’s away, in Italy,” she had explained. She had use of the place so she didn’t have to go back to London whilst we looked at the properties.

“Sabby, we have two more to see tomorrow. I think the last one is wonderful,” but I could tell she had made her mind up. And I couldn’t blame her. The house was lovely and I could picture her living there, and I could not help myself from imagining her in that wonderful bedroom, with me lying next to her.

“So, what are you going to do about Carl?” I was not surprised she asked. We had been talking about what had happened and I had described that night, after that party, and how angry and upset I had become, as I orgasmed on his face. “I’m sure he is suffering as well,” she added.

“Good!”

“But you still love him, don’t you?” Yes, I did, the fucking cheating bastard, and she pulled me to her and kissed me. “So, what are you going to do?” I didn’t know the answer.

“OK, let’s see if we can answer that, shall we?” and she kissed me again, and then nose to nose, we had a heart-to-heart.

I spent the night with her, the first time I had stayed overnight with someone, other than Carl, and in the morning, we showered together and made love again. We viewed the other properties and whilst she thought the last house was lovely, her mind was made up.

“So, I will speak to them today and will call you later.”

“Thank you, Sarah. I’m so excited!” and she kissed me goodbye. “And, more importantly, think about what we talked about, you know, about him.”

“I will, I promise.”

“How was your day yesterday?”

“It was excellent, thank you.”

“Did your client like what she saw?” I nearly giggled but I just managed to hold it in.

“She’s made an offer and it’s been accepted.”

“Oh, wow! You must be chuffed to bits.” Yes, I was, and so was Sabby. And I had agreed with her what I was going to do about Carl. I would need her help. Here goes then.

“I’ve found a house that I like. It will be perfect for me and Lizzy.” I could feel him jolt. “So, we need to get this place on the market. I assume you are OK if we handle the sale?” He didn’t reply. “I know what it's worth, but I’ll get Andy to view it and do the necessary.”

He was standing by the sink, his head looking into the bowl.

“Sarah, I don’t want to sell our home.”

“Well, it’s going to cost you a lot of money to buy me out, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean, I was hoping..” but his voice trailed off.

“What were you hoping for, Carl?” He didn’t say anything. “Hoping we could go back to how we were?”

“Well, yes,” but he immediately realised his mistake and stopped.

“Go back to me waiting for you at home, the little trusting wife?”

“No..”

“Go back to you fucking your prostitutes behind my back?”

“No, I’m sorry, not the way we were.”

“Too fucking right, we are not!”

I poured myself another coffee and waited. Come on, Carl, I thought, say it.

“Sarah, please.”

I turned quickly to face him. “Please what!?” I don’t think I had ever seen him look so hopeless, so lost, so unhappy.

“Please, don’t leave me. I love you so much.”

I turned away from him, I had to keep my composure. He was waiting for my response.

“You love me, do you?”

“Yes, I love you more than I can ever describe.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” I took a deep breath.

“Even now, when you know I have been fucking other men?”

“Yes.”

“Even if I carry on fucking other men?” He hesitated. “You don’t think I'm going to stop, do you?” He was looking at me, thinking. I finished my drink and picked up my jacket from the chair. “I’m going to get changed. I will get Andy to pop round in the next day or so, and get the house on the market.”

Carl

No one was home. I wasn’t surprised, Lizzy was staying at her friend’s and Sarah was out. It wasn’t late so I guessed she was having a drink after work, or was, well, I didn’t want to think about what that might be.

I was about to grab a beer when my phone pinged. It was from Sarah.

“Hi Carl, are you about?” I replied immediately.

“Yes, just got back.” I waited with my phone in my hand. Please, Sarah, please.

“I’m having a drink with friends, come and say hello.”

“Where?”

“The Abbey. Hurry.”

Fuck! I couldn’t believe it and I almost broke into a run in my haste to get there, just so thrilled that she wanted me to join them, join her. It was surprisingly busy and I quickly scanned the bar but as I went around the corner, I spotted her.

She was talking with a small group of people and I watched her for a few seconds. She looked relaxed and happy, and someone said something and they all laughed. Then she spotted me. Her expression didn’t exactly change, but she looked at me for a few seconds and then waved and beckoned me to join her.

It all seemed so normal. She introduced me just as Carl, and everyone was pleasant and after a minute or so, I went off to buy a round of drinks. I was just finishing the order when she appeared by my side.

“I’m glad you came,” she said, picking up a couple of the drinks.

“It was nice to be asked,” I replied as I did my best to pick up the remaining drinks but had to leave a couple. On my way back from the bar, I noticed she was talking to a young man, who glanced towards me and then back to Sarah.

“Carl, this is Ben.” He said hi and shook my hand and we passed pleasantries until he wandered off and Sarah and I rejoined the group.

It was very pleasant, and everyone seemed very friendly but it was not long before a few started to head home and I found myself with just a couple of people and when Sarah popped off to the ladies, they said farewell and I found myself alone, waiting for her. And I waited. And waited.

Fuck, to be honest, I didn’t know what to do. I slowly walked around the bar and then went back to where she had left me, but she wasn’t there. I checked my phone and checked it again, and again and I got another drink and slowly sipped it, my mind in turmoil. I was about to leave when I saw her.

She was brushing her hair back with her hands as she walked up to me. She seemed out of breath.

“Blimey, sorry about that. Get me a drink, will you.” She didn’t say a word whilst I got the drinks and when I handed it to her, she took a quick gulp and brushed her hair back again. I didn’t dare ask her.

“Oh, wow,” she said and took another sip. She looked flushed, and hot and she stepped closer to me, so close I could feel the heat of her body and could look deeper into her eyes. Oh, fucking hell.

“That was as horny as fuck!’ she said, looking up into my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. “I was only saying goodbye.” I felt my mouth fur up and my stomach turn. “We ended up fucking on the garden bench!”

As we finished our drinks, she told me more, about how hard his young cock had been, how he had yanked her panties down and how she had bounced up and down on his erection, until she had orgasmed and he emptied himself deep in her.

“Let’s go home,” she said finally, and she led me out by my hand and I had to adjust my trousers with my free hand in an attempt to hide my rock-hard cock.

Sarah

I hadn’t planned to fuck Ben in the pub garden, although I had planned on going back to his place and letting him, and hopefully Charlie, fuck me there. But that plan had been interrupted.

“Sarah, they are up to their old tricks again!” My stomach had turned as I had read her message.

“How do you know that?” I had replied, after taking a moment or two to think.

“I’ve got a trace on his phone. Fucking bastards!” Think Sarah, think. Carl had told me he was in London for a meeting but that wasn’t unusual.

“Hi Carl, are you about?”

“Yes, just got back.” And when he walked into the pub five minutes later, I relaxed.

“Amy, Carl is with me.” I waited, with my phone in my hand.

“Oh, Sarah, I am so sorry. He told me he was with Carl. I am so sorry! I am going to kill that cunt!” Good, I hope she does, I thought, just as I joined Carl at the bar to help with the drinks.

Now, as we almost ran home together, I was so pleased he had met me. He had behaved perfectly, even though he knew Ben had been fucking me regularly for weeks now. He deserved a treat.

Even before the front door shut, I had removed my jacket, and my skirt quickly followed, so when I jumped up and sat on the worktop and opened my legs, Carl could see what treat I had in mind.

He quickly pulled up a stool and then, sitting in front of me, he watched as I pulled my gooey panties to one side and I slid a finger into my cum filled pussy.

“Look at all this cum,” I said, pulling a very sticky cum covered finger from my pussy and I offered it to him to lick. He didn’t hesitate, not for one second, and when I pulled his face to my pussy, he began to lick me and lick me. Fuck, it was so fucking horny, and it was not long before my second orgasm of the day ripped through me.

I needed a few minutes to recover and when I slipped off the worktop, he watched me as I got myself a drink and a beer for him.

‘Was that nice?” I asked, handing him the bottle.

“Yes, it was wonderful.”

“How’s your cock?”

“Hard.”

“Good. Let me see it.” He stood and very quickly whipped down his trousers and then his pants, and his cock sprung up in front of him. “Oh, my, it is hard, isn’t it,” and I reached forward and took it in my hand. Fuck, he was rock-hard. “Did you find it horny, knowing I had just been fucked?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like tasting his fresh cum?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to watch me being fucked?” He hesitated. “Would you like to see me sucking someone’s hard cock?” I said, and I twisted my hand, and stroked his cock hard, just a few strokes.

“Yes.”

“Good, I want you to watch me,” and I stroked him again, and moved close to him, my breasts touching his shirt. “And wank your cock for me as I am being pounded by a nice big, hard cock?” He nodded, my face just inches from his, and I leant slightly towards him and, with my tongue, I very softly licked some cum and my juices, off his cheek and offered it to his mouth.

“Enough,” I said, pulling away, knowing he wanted to kiss me.

“Take off your clothes,” I said and I stepped away. He did as he was told and, as he did so, I rolled down one of my stockings. As I stepped towards him, he looked anxious, and he jumped when, with my stocking stretched between my hands, I placed it under his bollocks and, after a bit of adjustment, I tied my stocking into a slip knot and pulled.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, shifting slightly.

“I want it tight, but not too tight,” I said and pulled again. “Is that OK? I said, not needing his approval. “I need you to stay hard,” and using my stocking as a lead, we walked into the lounge.

My god! I had never seen a man come so much, so often. It was like a continuous stream of cum, oozing from his cock, most of it over his own body and I would pick it up in my fingers and feed it to him and then press my pussy back onto his mouth, all the while talking to him, teasing him, bringing him close and then leaving him desperate.

Finally, when I was sated and still sitting on his face, I began to stroke his cock harder, stronger, longer, my fingers working around his glands until he began to jerk and shake, and this time I did not stop. Fuck!

The first spurt hit my tummy and his chin, the next my breasts and, as I leaned forward, the next spurt my face and neck. WOW!

I made him lick me clean, even my face, and although I wanted him to kiss me, I resisted.

“I’m out tonight.”

“Anywhere nice?”

“I’ve got a date.” I could sense him jolt. I knew what he was thinking. We had been getting on well, considering, and even though our divorce was now proceeding, the house on the market, he was hoping, still hoping that I would change my mind.

“I’ll be home late, I think.” I could sense his unease but he didn’t say anything. “Carl, would you like to meet up later?”

“What? After your date?”

“Yes, sort of,” I said, picking up my coat. I could tell he was a little puzzled but I didn’t wait. “It’s up to you.”

“Yes, I’d love to.”

“I’ll message you,” and with that I was off, to meet my date, and Sabby.

Carl

I looked at the message again. “First window on your left. First floor.”

It was pitch dark, and I stepped into the bushes and looked towards the apartments. First window, first floor. The lights were on, the full-length blinds closed.

“I’m here. Sarah, what’s going on?”

“Are you horny?”

To be honest, no I wasn’t. I was intrigued, I was curious and, I was worried. What the hell was she up to?

“Sarah, what’s going on?” I waited a minute or so but there was no reply and I was just about to leave when I saw the blinds open, just enough to show a full pane of full-length glass. And there she was.

I was perhaps twenty metres from the window and I could see her talking to someone, a glass in her hand, laughing and she walked to the window and looked out into what would be the darkness of the Downs. She looked lovely in her black sequined dress and from the angle from which I was looking, I had a lovely view of her stocking legs. And then I saw him. Fuck!

It just seemed so natural. They were chatting and he leant over her, and she lifted her head and they kissed, softly, and I watched, my mouth furring up, and he stroked the hair from her face and they kissed again, this time Sarah moving closer to him. Oh god, it hurt.

They chatted again, and then kissed again, she having to stretch up to meet him, even though he was leaning over her and even from where I was watching, I realised he was a massive individual, probably 6’8” plus, young looking and black, his hand on her back almost the width of her frame. Fucking hell, who was this man?

They stopped kissing briefly and she turned, looking out of the window, him standing behind her, and then he slipped his arms over her, and she leant back into his arms. I felt sick. They kissed like that, his hands cupping her breasts and feeling her body until I saw one of his hands behind her, and she leaned her head forward so he could access the zip. Oh God. I watched as he unzipped her, and then he slipped the straps over her shoulders and she let the dress fall to the ground.

The next few minutes were hell. I could not believe what I was watching. It was then I realised I was not alone. About five metres to my right was another man, and a bit further was another, this man quite happily wanking his cock. Fuck. And then my phone pinged.

“Do you like the view?”

It was from Sarah’s phone but obviously was not her, as she was now bent at the hips, her breasts swinging delightfully to the rhythm of the cock pounding into her from behind.

“Yes, who is this?”

My phone pinged again, but this time it was a video link. I clicked on it. Fuck! Whoever it was, was obviously stood just out of sight, to the side. Fuck! There was my wife, being fucked from behind by this huge man, and I watched, open-mouthed, and erect, as the camera zoomed in on the huge cock sliding deep into her, her beautiful breasts swinging on each thrust. Fuck!

I didn’t know what to look at, the incredible view in the lit window, or the video link and, as I looked up and then back to my phone, I saw two other people to my left, a man slowly wanking his cock, the woman her hand in her jeans and working frantically between her legs. And she saw me.

“Fucking great, isn’t it?” she said and she seemed to shake slightly, before adding, “She’s always a great watch.” Fuck!

I was in a bit of a state on the way home. I had watched the whole thing; when she sucked his huge black cock, when he effortlessly lifted her up, her arms around his shoulders and she impaled herself on him, when she orgasmed, throwing her head from side to side, before kissing him deeply, her legs wrapped around him. And the video that showed him orgasm, his cum pouring out of her used pussy, she reluctantly getting off his spent cock. And when she licked him clean.

I looked at the last messages again. “He wants to fuck me again so I will be another hour. Go home and wait for me.” If that wasn’t enough, the final message, which followed shortly after, had my head spinning. “Top drawer of my dressing table. Put it on, make sure you are hard when I get home.”

“Oh, I think she’s home,” I said, turning to look out into the garden. “Sarah, it’s Lizzy!” and in two seconds flat, a sweaty, but beautiful Sarah ran in and jumped onto the sofa next to me. That was that, as far as my conversation with Lizzy was concerned, and I left them chatting.

I knew Sarah missed her terribly. She had gone off travelling, a well-deserved year off after her exams and before she started five years at university.

I brought Sarah a cold glass of water and she smiled, such a happy smile and then she continued her conversation. And I could not help staring at her. Quite simply, she looked radiant. True, she had just been running and her skin was glowing, the tan from our recent holiday making her look even more gorgeous than normal, if that was possible. And what a holiday we had had.

If I’m being honest, I had been slightly concerned when we had booked it. Sun, sea, an adult’s only resort, that all sounded perfect. But add to that it was in the West Indies and the resort had a reputation of being full of very handsome and very willing young men. Yes, I had been nervous, to say the least.

It was on our first full day there and, as we got ready for dinner, I knew Sarah meant business. Watching her get ready for a night of fun had become one of the highlights of my life, just knowing she was going to be fucked by someone before the night was out.

I think the ankle bracelet was a success and, later that same night, my eyes were drawn to it, as a young man eased his rock-hard, big black cock into her soaking pussy. My God, didn’t he fuck her and I lost count of how many times she orgasmed.

I waited until he had gone before joining her on the bed, and I was amazed she had the energy to take me to the extremes of my orgasm, only to ease off, leaving me so utterly desperate, my cock ring just increasing the sensation.

When I finally exploded, and it felt like an explosion, she made me lick her clean and we fell asleep together and I was as happy as I could ever remember, lying next to this gorgeous, wonderfully sexy woman, that was my wife.

The following day and night we spent together, just us. And then we would repeat the fun all over again, including one night when she was picked up by two young men, who I honestly thought were going to fuck her right there, in the middle of the club.

It was after the last one that my life changed. It had been an incredible session and I had watched naked, my cock straining in my cock ring, so when he left, I was ready. I realised Sarah had been even more excited than normal, as she had ridden him so hard and so deep, taking every single bit of his huge cock and, as soon as the door shut, she grabbed my cock and pulled me to her.

It was wonderful and she was teasing me, rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock, and then leaving me panting, wanting her so much, her fingers then circling my glands before repeating the agony, again and again. And then she did it.

As she positioned her pussy against the base of my cock, she was looking at me, as usual, and she watched my face as she slowly slipped her lips along its length and then instead of stopping, she pressed the head into her pussy and I slipped into her.

Oh, my God! It had been two and half years since I had last fucked her, thirty months since my cock had felt the exquisite sensation of being in her.

I didn’t last long but she didn’t seem to care and, as I came deep inside her, I watched as her eyes closed and when she opened them, I saw her joy, her eyes sparkling and suddenly she kissed me, and kissed me and kissed me.

“Carl, Lizzy wants a final word with you,” and she jumped up and handed me the phone before trotting off down the hall to our bedroom. Yes, our bedroom.

“Hi, Dad. Is Mum still there?”

“No, she’s gone for a shower. Why?”

“Do you remember I called you an idiot?” Yes, I did. “Well, you are not an idiot.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Dad, Mum has just told me how happy she is, and how much she loves you.” I felt my eyes water and I smiled at my beautiful daughter. “I don’t know what you are doing to her, and I don’t want to know,” she said laughing, “But whatever it is, keep doing it!”

We said our goodbyes and, wiping a tear away, I went to our bedroom. The bathroom door was open and I sat down on the bed, our bed, and watched her shower. She spotted me as she stepped out and she grabbed a towel and wrapped her hair in it, before grabbing another and then joined me on the bed.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing, she was asking what we are doing tonight?”

“Blimey, you didn’t tell her, did you?” I knew she was joking, of course, I wouldn’t tell her that and I laughed, even though I felt butterflies in my stomach and my cock twitched in my shorts.

“Remember, you are not to fuck anyone,” she said and standing she allowed the towel to drop away. Fuck, she looked gorgeous. “And that includes me,” she continued, and I watched her incredible bottom as she hunted in a drawer and found her stockings. “I want you rock hard when we get home, so make sure your ring is tight.”

“I promise.”