She thought she wouldn’t get away with it, but she had. Now, she was wearing the least scandalous of the dresses Howie had sent. It was a dazzling royal blue strapless number, high above the knee with imitation pearls sewn in diagonal lines from below the bust to the hem. It was stunning, and she felt like a film star in it.
“How do I look?” she did a pirouette for her husband, and waited for his reaction. It was surprisingly muted, a poor reward for the effort she’d made. He barely looked at her, the resentment obvious. Well, he would get his fun soon, she was having hers tonight if things went to plan.
“Okay mister talkative, I’m going to get off. DO wait up for me, I may need some attention,” he barely acknowledged her, not even returning the kiss she tried to place on his mouth, “I promise to tell you everything that happens. Mwaaaahhh.”
She popped in to say goodbye to the kids, and then she was on her way. First, they were having drinks at the new wine bar in town and then on to do some clubbing, it had been a while since she’d been dancing. The thrill pulsed through her, just as doubts nearly consumed her, would she ever get a handle on the emotional maelstrom her relationship with Howie whipped up?
*****
This was the worst he’d felt since their sharing adventures began. He sat on the sofa, Finn on his lap, trying to watch the latest Ice Age movie. Even though he was preoccupied, he couldn’t believe how they’d flogged the story to death. He’d read a book about Mcdonaldisation a while back, and he could see exactly how it worked. You came up with something that sold well, then you just repeated it over and over again until it finally expired from sheer exhaustion. The killer of creativity. Christ, he couldn’t believe how crazy the world had become.
“I love the squirrel, don’t you Dad?” Finn asked putting his arm around his shoulder, “he’s so funny. I really like that he’s in space this time.”
Carys hooted derisively, “It’s crap Finn! I’m going to my room to talk to Bren and Clara.”
“Okay,” Kaelan said, and he felt a twinge about the way things were changing. At one time, they would all have been sat together on the couch watching the movie. It was a regular Friday or Saturday night affair. Now his wife was out on a date with another man, and his daughter was out-growing it all.
He nuzzled into his son and savoured their closeness. As if sensing his Dad’s mood, Finn cuddled back into him and put his small hand on his face. He loved his family so much. And he resolved, as he watched the meerkat plunge into yet another crevasse, that he would do everything he could to keep it all together. No-one was going to destroy what they’d built, certainly not Howard Law.
*****
Howie had been very pleased to see her. As she’d walked into the bar, he’d dashed across the room to embrace her and kiss her deeply, as if they hadn’t seen each other for an age. The place was surprisingly busy given its infancy, and the early hour, and she reluctantly pushed him away. If any of their friends saw them it would be a disaster
The place was very clean and bright, all mirrors and chrome, a long well-stocked bar was fronted by a large seating area and a small dance floor. Raised platforms flanked the room, and the right far corner boasted a spiral staircase which led up onto a narrow gallery. Sophie took it all in, making sure there were no friends and acquaintances in the crowd. Seeing no familiar faces, she relaxed.
“Happy to see me?” Howie said into her ear, “miss me?” It was unexpected, almost as if he felt needy and vulnerable, something she would never have attributed to him.
“Mmmhhhmmm,” she said, eliciting a thousand-watt smile.
“Come on, I’ve found a nice little table for us. You get comfy while I get us something to drink.” He guided her through a group of rowdy guys who all stopped to admire her, with his hand possessively on her ass. Her heart was beating like a drum. The idea of being his, of belonging to him, was intoxicating. They got to the table and he left her with a gentle kiss and a pat on the ass.
Sophie had to lower herself carefully because of the length of her skirt, which was well above the knee, but when she saw the guys they’d walked past staring at her and passing comments amongst themselves, she felt another rush building in her chest. She eased the hem a little higher to give them a show. She was becoming a fully-fledged slut, and she loved it.
*****
Kaelan sat at the computer desk in the snug and fired up the internet. He wanted to do some more research on the sites Cilla had recommended. There were a lot of chats and blogs, and he set out to read some of the most popular ones. It didn’t take his mind off what his wife might be doing, but it helped a little. What he noticed, was that for all those who had great experiences, there were also a number who’d lost it all. He clicked on one of the recent posts that had several responses:
Kyle1345:
So, I just got home from a session with my wife and her bull. It was especially hot tonight, she wanted him to fuck her bareback for the first time, and I have to say it was something else. She seemed to step up the trash talk for me, calling me a loser and telling me I could never measure up to him. He fucked her every which way, even holding her against the hotel window so that she could be seen from the street. So far so good. Then I could see he was getting close and I asked him to pull out. My wife isn’t on any protection cos we’ve been trying for a baby. I thought he would, but my wife grabbed his ass and held him inside demanding his cum. She told me she wanted his baby not mine and that I would have to raise it. I know she likes to humiliate me, but this was beyond that. I could tell she was serious. I left her with him. She’s spending the night and maybe the whole weekend. I loved this at first, but now I fear my marriage is over. Sorry to piss on parades but I’m really hurting right now. Any advice?
Kaelan read it with a knot in his stomach. The replies were varied. Some forum users abused him for being weak, others commended him on being a brilliant cuckold. One response stood out, it asked him whether they’d been open with each other about everything. The poor man responded to it, unlike the other comments:
Kyle1345:
I was open about it all, but I think now she was holding back. Her bull wasn’t surprised when she talked about breeding her, and I believe they had sorted it out between them. That’s what hurts most of all. You’ve hit the nail on the head. Fuck, I don’t know what to do!
The advice was blunt:
Gavin.share:
Seems no choice to me, I’m afraid, you should dump her. I hope you don’t have kids, that might be the only thing that would make me unsure, but even then, maybe they would be better off with a stronger family around them? She’s a cheater my friend, not a hotwife, and the sooner you get rid, the better.
There were many angry comments about Gavin’s advice, but Kaelan felt he was right. If it was going to work, there had to be trust, he trusted Sophie not to do anything behind his back again. They’d talked it through, they were clear about the boundaries. There was no way either of them would risk their family for the fun they were having. He knew he wouldn’t, he would drop it all in an instant.
He nodded quietly to himself and found a message from Cilla. He couldn’t get up for that tonight, literally or figuratively. Not tonight. He wanted to welcome Sophie home and reclaim her. They hadn’t talked about what Sophie might do while she was out, but he knew there would be sex of one form of another, and he wanted to make sure she knew who she belonged with.
*****
“Nnnnfffffff,” Sophie put her hand over Howie’s trying to conceal the fact that he was stroking her clit, “Howie, stop!” he lifted her hand away and pushed two fingers firmly into her sopping wet hole, she folded onto the table. It was so wrong, what he was doing to her. So wrong.
She looked around wildly, her eyes blurry and watering, several people were watching her, including a cluster of women standing at the edge of the dance floor pointing and whispering with disgusted expressions.
“Please…stttopppp,” she managed, but his fingers rubbed mercilessly over her g-spot,
bringing her close to the edge, she tried and failed to lift his wrist away. He was so strong. He wouldn’t even let her close her legs, holding them open. If he pulled her skirt any higher everyone would see her bare slit, they would see him fingering her to a devastating climax.
He unbuttoned her blouse and her bountiful tits threatening to spill free. “Howieeeee, noooo.” But she was helpless, there was nothing she could do, if he pushed her off the cliff she would fall. She would collapse on the table like the filthy whore she felt herself to be.
Then he stopped, halted his movements, though he didn’t remove his fingers. Two of the door staff were heading in their direction. Surely, he wouldn’t risk being thrown out? Surely, he wouldn’t? He leaned in closely, letting her feel his erection against her outer thigh. Vaguely she wished she’d taken the inside seat.
“Before they get here,” he growled in her ear, “I’ll stop this, let you leave here with some dignity, but you have to promise you’ll do whatever I want for the rest of the evening.”
Her breathing was still laboured but her mind was clearing. They would be on them at any moment. She hesitated, could she make such a promise? What would he have her do? His fingers began to move again and she mewled loudly. “Promise? Or I’ll make you cum right in front of them. I can see it now, local headlines, ‘prim little housewife ejected from new wine bar for fucking a family friend.’ What’s it to be Sophia?”
The two men were nearly through the crowd, they were both thickset and intimidating and the lead one looked just about ready to explode.
“Yessssss. I…ah…I…promisssssssssseee.”
“Everything alright here?” The lead doorman asked. He was even scarier up close, with features that had seen a lot of fights, and little piggy eyes that betrayed the violence buried only shallowly within.
Howie had removed his hand and pulled Sophie close, making sure her skirt was pulled down. “Everything is good thank you, my friend and I are just leaving.”
The doorman inclined his head with a grim smile, “I think that would be best, enjoy the rest of your evening.” They stood aside and allowed the couple to depart with minimal fuss. Sophie had never felt so ashamed, or as turned on. As she hid her face from the group of women who’d probably alerted the doormen, she wondered what an earth she’d promised to go along with.
*****
Howie hadn’t drunk a thing all evening, but Sophie hadn’t really noticed until they got to his car. “Get in,” he said perfunctorily.
“Where are we going?” His demeanour was making her anxious, he was all business with none of the charming man she’d grown so fond of, and then wanted so badly.
“Just get in,” he shot her a reproving glance and climbed into the driver’s seat.
She did as she was bid, and while they drove to wherever they were going, she tried to engage him in conversation. He only replied with grunts. Eventually she understood that they were going back to Relton woods, the site of their first sexual experience. It was exciting for that reason, but she also felt a little disappointed. A quickie in the back seat, or even in the wood themselves, didn’t seem to explain the promise he’d forced from her. On the other hand, it meant that there shouldn’t be anything she couldn’t share with Kaelan when she got home.
They pulled into a different parking area, and with a start she realised that there were several cars parked up, and people milling about. “Shouldn’t we try to find another parking place?” she asked, unable to keep the concern from her voice.
He didn’t reply, but to her absolute horror he pulled up next to one of the cars. “Howie what the hell are you doing? These people are…well, they’re dogging, right?”
With a sigh, he turned off the ignition and put his arm around her seat, “right. But Sophia, it isn’t ‘them’ dogging, it’s ‘us’.” He stroked her blonde hair from her face and kissed her neck. His words took a moment to sink in.
“What??? No way mate, absolutely not! You take me home right now; do you hear me? I…” Howie silenced her with a kiss that was so passionate that she couldn’t stop herself from lacing her fingers through his hair and moaning into it. She’d missed him, and she wanted to show him how much, though not like this. Jesus.
“Oh my God!!” she cried out, as his fingers went straight back to her cunt. “Oh God!” he bit her neck, drawing blood there and he added a third finger which made her rational mind disintegrate. She bucked against his hand and then sucked his fingers as he fed her some of her own slick oils.
Sophie helped him open her blouse and pull up her dress. As he took her hard nipple into his mouth, she noticed that several dark shapes were looking in at them. She wanted to stop, wanted to push him away, force him to take her home, but her sex was betraying her. She was speeding to orgasm, and with a jolt she realised, through the growing haze, that she liked being watched. Not just by Kael but by strangers.
“You like this don’t you, you?” Howie mumbled around her nipple, licking all around it, sucking at the flesh before drawing a large amount of it in. His fingers flew in and out of her and she dug her nails into his neck, hard enough to draw blood. “You fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that,” he spat against her breast, pulling her little nubbin with his teeth. It hurt, but in such a delicious way that she found herself frigging herself wildly on his hand.
She could see the faces of some of the men watching through the gloom now, they were intent, focused, and she suddenly wanted to give them a show. “Make me cum you asshole, do it, let them see me cum!”
Howie bit her other nipple and spread her pussy wider, four fingers now, it was painful but she craved more. The hard, stubby intrusion cleaving her was exactly what she needed. And then as he drove his hand as deep as it would go, and sucked the blood to the surface of her breast, she came.
“Arrrghhhhhh FUCK!” she screamed with her head back, her hands grabbing desperately for something to moor her to the earth. There were explosions so bright they almost blinded her, and then there was a dull ache in her pussy as he pulled free. Sophie didn’t know where she was, she barely knew who she was.
“Now it’s my turn slut, get yourself over here.” Howie pushed the steering wheel back into the dashboard and pulled the jutting erection out of his pants. Through the aftershocks of her orgasm she reached over and held it, stroking the smooth skin up and over his purple glans, “come here, now.”
He pushed the chair back as far as he could and he pulled her across the gear stick and into his lap. She was panting as he kissed her, her eyes opening wide, as he lined his manhood up with her twitching snatch. “That’s it, that’s my girl, take it baby, all the way. Give these losers a real show. They never…ugh…get to see anything as pretty as you around here.”
Sophie felt another stream of her juices flood out and she lowered herself slowly down his shaft, taking more each time, until she was sat deep into the saddle of her hips. They rolled their bodies against each other, savouring the sensation. God, she had missed his cock, she’d missed him.
The car rocked a little as the crowd grew, and Sophie gasped as he took her mouth, sucking hard on her lower lip, biting it. “Ride me Sophie, make their year, let them see what a slut you are, what a goddess looks like being fucked.”
“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned in response and she started to lift and drop using her strong thighs, her head bumped the roof but she hardly felt it. his cock was splitting her in two, and she could feel the blood coursing through him, she could feel every flex and jump. “You’re sooooo big Howie. I missed your cock so much. Ughhh…ahhh…yesssss.”
He tried to watch her but it was too cramped, so he latched back onto her tits, alternating between sucking, licking and biting. Soon she was positively bouncing on him, groaning and mewling, her desire enhanced by the fact that a bunch of strangers were seeing her fucking, seeing her take her lovers cock.
Then things took another unexpected turn, she heard Howie lower the window. “Roll up, roll up someone’s…ah…going…to get
… OH FUCK…. Real lucky tonight!” Howie called out, and to Sophie’s dismay, one of the men outside the car pressed himself against the door, fumbled frantically with his fly and held his short fat cock out to her.
She dropped onto Howie again and he held her there, held himself deep inside her. “Suck it,” he demanded without any emotion, “suck that poor bastard’s cock Sophia. Suck it!”
His eyes went cold and he started to grind his cock inside, churning her innards, making her moan. Without a word, she took the proffered member in her left hand and kissed the tip. She couldn’t even see his face, didn’t know who the hell she was sucking. Howie stroked her clit and with an urgent moan, she took the strange dick deep into her mouth.
It took a little while to get the rhythm but Sophie found that if she let Howie fuck her, she could blow the guy easily, he was fat and ridged, but short, which meant she could deepthroat him. He smelled so different, tasted so different from the men in her life, and when Howie started to screw her so hard that he was virtually lifting her in the air, she started to suck her unknown lover in earnest.
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