Sarah

My grandfather told me that rejection is a myth. It only exists in our own heads. It gets put there to force ourselves to not believe in ourselves. To accept rejection as a truth, we must accept failure and mediocrity as a way of life.

What most people think is rejection, is just life teaching you 'to do that differently' next time.

Remembering that, when I saw Sarah the first time and her response to my saying Hi was, "FUCK OFF!" I waved at a random person behind her, stopped, backed up, and said, "Excuse me, did you say something?"

She apologized, saying that she mistakenly thought I was trying to hit on her.

I smiled and said, "Okay," then started to walk off again.

She said, "Wait! Aren't you going to accept my apology?"

I stopped to look at her and said, "I can tell that you want to be alone, sorry I disturbed you," and started to walk off again.

"Wait, I am sorry that I was so rude. Let me buy you a coffee. You do drink coffee, don't you?"

"I do. But I'm on my way to meet a friend. Let me give you my phone number and you can call me for that coffee another day."

That night around 10 pm she called. "Hello? This is Sarah, I met you today. Am I calling you too late?"

We talked for over an hour. We got along really well. Then she asked me, "Are you seeing anyone special?"

"Yes. But I do not feel comfortable talking about her. You wouldn't want your boyfriend talking about you to another woman, would you?"

"What makes you think that I have a boyfriend?"

"You told me to fuck off while talking to someone on the phone. Then you didn't call me until after 10 pm. But here you are talking with me, and it's almost midnight. You have a boyfriend or a husband. You are not a bitch, so the Fuck Off does not suit you."

"Ohhh. Damn. Is it that obvious?"

"Yep."

She laughed and we made plans for the following night. Starting immediately after her husband left for work.

Sarah and I 'dated' for over a year. Wildly sexual 'dates.'

She gave me a wonderful blow-job practically right after the first kiss. But in bed, she needed lube, hardly moved unless I moved her, and generally bored me to tears. Honestly, I wondered why. So I asked.

Her husband was her only lover. He expected her to stay still and let him fuck her until he was done. Then he just fell asleep. So basically Sarah was still as emotionally and unexperienced as a virgin. Her vagina had been fucked (badly) and her mouth used to get him up. That's all. Damn shame.

So I spent the first night teaching her everything her husband failed to do. She had her very first orgasm that night. She experienced her very first time with someone licking her vagina and sucking and licking her clit. She discovered her own G spot after experiencing masturbation for the first time. She had her first orgasm through kissing, nipple sucking, and vaginal sex. It was a night of many firsts.

The next night she experienced her first anal orgasm and learned to deep throat. She learned to become comfortable being naked for hours around another person. She became so serene that after two weeks I had her put her flip-flops on I then gave her a T-shirt to wear, and took her in my car to another town where she didn't know anyone. I had her masturbating in the car, keeping her horny, then we went looking for people to flash her bare butt and vagina too. That scared her but turned her on wildly.

The next day, her husband drove 200 miles to visit his parents. She claimed heavy period cramps and refused to go with him. Ten minutes after he left, she was once again at my door wearing only a T-shirt and flip-flops.

Let's go do something daring. She said.

So we got in my car. I had her toss the Flip-Flops and T-shirt in the back seat and drove her across town with her feet on the dashboard, knees wide apart, and masturbating. We arrived at my best friend's house and pulled into the driveway with instructions for her to not stop what she was doing, no matter what. He was outside getting the mail. Walking over to the car, he smiled and asked,

"What have you brought me?"

"Sarah needs to experience the love of two men pleasuring her at the same time. Would you like to help her learn this with me?"

"Of course."

He opened the door for her.

She questioned me with a look and started to reach for the T-shirt. I shook my head, No. Bare-assed naked, he led her across his front lawn to his house and its open door. A neighbor watched from his living room window. Instead of blushing, she stood taller and strutted into the house. It was her very first time walking naked in public, and she just loved it!

Sarah learned a lot about men over that four-day weekend. She learned about everything from bathing a man to enjoying DP and DVP. She discovered how to open her throat for throat fucking. She enjoyed snorting a man's cum. She got her first cum in the eye as her face was covered in cum. She experienced lots of different toys, including a fucking machine and a vacuum that covered her clit and vibrated through pretty much endless orgasms. Sarah was pretty damn happy. She adored having two men. LOL

The long weekend finally ended and we took our naked Sarah home and dropped her off at her car. She drove off still naked and later said that she only put her T-shirt back on to go through her apartment building to reach her apartment. She was in bed sleeping when hubby came home.

After that, she never wore clothes at home until hubby was about to walk in the door. She loved the feeling of being nude. Her bra and panties never left the house on her, unless hubby or his friends were around. I did enjoy her big full breasts unencumbered by a bra. And panties were pointless as she always had something or someone touching her between the legs.

My best friend, of course, fell head over heels in love with Sarah. He had pictures of her blonde beauty all over his house. Every time she stepped away from her husband, he was there. He bought her plenty of clothes, jewelry, shoes, and even a car, to keep at his place. He threw parties in her honor and told everyone that she was going to marry him. He took her places to show her off and she quickly stepped right into being an exhibitionist. The Sarah he loves looks and acts nothing like Hubby's wife looks and acts. She stopped worrying about being discovered away from "the prison" that he kept her in. She LOVED the freedom my friend encouraged her to reach out and enfold into her personality. Sarah became her own person. She thrived at my friend's side. And she refused him nothing.

Some people would think Sarah is a slut. They would be wrong. There is a huge difference between a slut and a woman with the sexual freedom to be herself. It was years later before she had her fourth lover in her life. And that was my brother. Sarah loves to flirt. Enjoys public nudity. Love making men hard, but except on rare occasions does she ever fuck anyone but my friend. And never without his permission and his being there. Sarah is beautifully hot. And an excellent wife to my friend. She divorced her first husband only six months after I met her. She is a valuable friend for my wife and I. We love her a lot.