This story and its characters are fictional. Any resemblance to any person or place is completely coincidental.
(A collaborative effort between Ghostwalker and Peter.)
Sarah sat at the kitchen table staring down at the stack of papers in front of her, the heading "Final Decree of Divorce" printed boldly across the top of each page. Tearstains covered the top page and her coffee had become cold, but still she sat and tried to figure out what had happened to her marriage.
She had met Phillip while she was 24 and working as a waitress, he was 28 and had returned to college to get his Masters Degree in Business. Sarah had dated a few men her own age before that but none treated her like he did. He had been the first true gentleman in her life. They went everywhere together and it seemed that there was nothing that they didn't enjoy together.
Finally, after 4 long months they made love for the first time. It had been fabulous. He had touched and caressed her most intimate parts, kissed her all over and made slow passionate love to her. Finally falling asleep in each other's arms as the sun broke through the window, Sarah knew she was in love.
After that first night she came to his dorm room almost nightly. She would bring him a hot meal from work, and when he was done studying they would make love. Finally, they moved in together and she worked to pay the bills while he studied. During Spring break of his last year they went to Florida together and he proposed to her while they walked along the beach on a beautiful starlit night. Everything had been perfect. They were married in the August of that summer and Samuel had been born nine months later. They had decided that she would stay at home and take care of the house and baby while Philip started working as an Assistant Manager at a local store. That had been 17 years ago. Now it was all gone.
Phillip had been promoted to Assistant Regional Manager several years before, but due to cut backs he had been staying at work more and more often over those last months. He kept telling her that there just didn't seem to be enough hours in the day to do everything that he was required to do so he had to stay late. Sarah had believed him and one evening she had decided to try and rekindle some of the passion that had been missing lately by bringing back memories of their earlier days together and bring him a hot dinner. All those years and memories were now continuously overshadowed by the vision of Phillip and his secretary fucking on his desk when she had walked in his office that evening carrying his dinner.
The image of the two of them instantly jumped into Sarah's mind. Phillips eyes had been closed when she opened the door to his office and heard deep guttural sounds coming from him as he held his secretaries hips and pumped into her from behind. Angelique was bent over the desk, her skirt up about her waist, revealing a black garter belt and tan stockings and her panties were nowhere to be seen. Her blouse was open and her large breasts hanging out of her lacy black bra, while her nipples rubbed across the top to the desk with each thrust from Philip.
Angelique had looked up as Sarah opened the door and gave a small lust-filled smile. "Mmmmmm, that's it honey, fuck me nice and hard, pump into my cunt with your nice hard cock and make me cum. I love the way you feel inside me, I love feeling you cum inside me, filling me with your hot cum. Mmmmmmm, yesssssssss, that's it lover. Fuck me. How good does my tight pussy feel wrapped around your cock? I'll bet your wife's cunt isn't this tight, is it?"
Phillip grunted as he fucked her harder, thrilled by Angelique's words. "Yes, yes, yes, that's right baby, I love to fuck your sweet, tight, little pussy. It feels so good wrapped around my cock, and I love the way you talk so dirty and act like such a slut for me. My wife could never give me what you do."
That was all that Sarah could stand. She turned and ran from the room, tears filling her eyes.
Phillip didn't come home that night, but called late the next day. He said that Angelique had told him that she had seen them together in the office. He told her that the affair had been going on for months and that he had already talked to a lawyer and filed the papers for a divorce.
Now it was done. The divorce was final. Sarah got to keep the house and was going to be getting a generous amount each month for Samuel and her to live on. All of the pain and sorrow were gone, she had cried for the last time, and her thoughts were being slowly replaced by questions about what the future held for her, and the desire to get revenge on Philip and Angelique.
Remembering that night in the office had awakened emotions and desires deep inside of Sarah that she had never felt before. As she thought back to it, Sarah found that it actually aroused her. The sight of Phillip and Angelique fucking like animals, the way Angelique had dressed, acted and talked like such a slut, and the way that Phillip had fucked her so hard and deep, made Sarah feel wet between her legs. It had been months now since she had felt a man inside of her and she desperately needed one, but who?
Sarah was still fantasizing about possibilities when she heard the front door open. Looking at the clock she knew it must be Samuel returning from the mall with his friend Matt. She rose from the table and quickly stuffed the divorce papers in the drawer before heading towards the living room to see if they had enjoyed themselves. As she drew near she began to overhear their conversation and her pace slowed.
"Your old man is such a fuck. I can't believe he'd do something like that."
Sarah recognized Matt's voice and wondered what had happened but waited to hear what Samuel had to say.
"Yeh, I know. He fucked things up pretty bad with mom, and now he's with that bimbo."
"Sam, I'm not just talking about that. I'm talking about today. I mean, you're still his son and all, but to ignore you like that, Shit, that really sucks."
"I don't know Matt. Maybe he was just embarrassed because we saw him and Angel in that lingerie shop together."
"Maybe, I don't know. Some of that stuff was pretty wild. Your father is such a loser though, if your mom got back into shape I bet she would look much better in that sort of stuff than Angel would. I've overheard my dad talking to his buddies about your mom and what a babe she could be. He's even said that he'd like a chance at her. Hell, I've even heard him moan her name a couple of time when he is in his bedroom jacking off."
"Shut up, Matt, I don't want to know that"
Sarah was shocked when she overheard the comments about Matt's father, and she could also hear the tone of Samuel's voice changing, so she walked into the room. "Hello, boys, how was the mall?"
"OK, I guess. Nothin' really special" Samuel replied.
Matt just stood there and looked at Sam waiting for him to say more about seeing his father and his secretary at the mall. When he didn't, Matt decided it was best that he leave. "I need to get home; it's almost time for dinner. See you later Sam, and don't forget what I told you."
Samuel stood there as his friend left and then went to his room without saying another word.
Sarah was left standing in the living room alone. The comments she had overheard were running through her mind. Phillip and Angelique at the lingerie store!!!! Phillip had never indicated to her that he was interested in such things. And Matt's father thought she was a babe and wanted a chance at her?
Sarah had known Dan since he moved in down the block nearly ten years ago, not long after his wife had been killed in a car accident. Although he was several years younger than she was, she had always liked him, he was about six-foot tall, very handsome and he seemed to keep himself in very good shape. She blushed as she remembered that he seemed to have a good-sized bulge in his pants when she had seen him jogging. Her hand began to move towards the moist center between her legs before she remembered where she was and quickly headed to the kitchen to make dinner for Samuel and herself.
The meal was strained and very quiet with neither of them saying a word until Sarah opened the conversation. "I hear Matt calling you Sam all the time. Do you prefer that to Samuel?"
"Yeh, kind of. Samuel always sounds so formal. Sam is more laid back and I feel more relaxed."
"OK then, Sam it is from now on. Your father always wanted you to be called Samuel, but since he is not here any more, we can start something new, for both of us," Sarah replied before hesitating, "I also overheard the stuff about your father and Angelique ... I mean Angel. I'm sorry that you had to see that."
"It's okay Mom. I guess I just have to get used to the idea of the two of them being together. It just felt funny to see the two of them at the mall together, and have him ignore me like he didn't even know me. Anyway, is it okay if I go over to Matt's house for awhile, he has a new computer game that I'd like to try?"
"Sure, but be back by nine o'clock."
"Thanks Mom," Sam replied as he stood and headed for the door. Suddenly stopping and coming back to Sarah, he bent over and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "You know you're the greatest" and then left.
Sarah cleaned the kitchen and then headed to her room. It had been a very draining day and the idea of a hot shower was very appealing. She undressed and slowly looked at herself in the mirror. At 5-foot 6-inches tall, with medium-length brown hair and hazel eyes, her measurements were 35, 28, 34 and she wore between and B and C cup bra. Lifting her breasts in her hands she noted that they seemed to sag more over time and didn't have the shape they once had, but the nipples were still very sensitive. In fact, they were getting hard just touching them. Gliding her hands downwards, across her stomach she felt the "baby bulge" that she had developed while pregnant and never quite got around to getting rid of. "Nothing a little working out couldn't get rid of" she though to herself. Then turning around she looked at her ass. Slightly larger than it could be, but it still had a good shape to it. "Not bad for a 41 year old, but it could be better," she thought. Turning again, she looked at the cleft between her legs. Through the patch of dark hair she could see the lips of her pussy beginning to puff from her arousal. She could feel the warmth and wetness beginning for the third time today, and she sighed as she headed to the shower.
Stepping into the shower stall the warm water excited every inch of her body. She felt her nipples harden, and her pussy began to flow as the water ran across the outer lips. Giving in to her desires, Sarah reached up and cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing them, and pulling gently on her nipples until they were rock hard, her excitement increased as she pulled and squeezed harder. Slipping her hand down to her pussy lips she spread them wide and slowly slid, first one, then two fingers deep inside, while rubbing her clit with her palm. "Oh God. I need this. It feels so good. I need to cum," she thought to herself. "I need to feel a cock inside me again. I want to feel my pussy juices running down my legs like they used to when Phillip and I fucked, but NEVER with that son of a bitch again." Pumping her fingers faster and faster into herself as her excitement grew she now started to think, "I'm sick and tired of being a good little wife and mother, it's time for a change. I don't want a relationship, another husband, or someone who wants to make gentle passionate love to me; I want someone who wants to fuck me, purely for the pleasure of it." As Sarah felt her orgasm approaching, she decided there and then, in the shower, on the brink of orgasm, with her fingers stuffed in her cunt, "I want someone who will make me his slut, someone who will use me however he wants, someone who will fuck me hard, and bury his cock deep inside of me and fill me with cum." Ohhhhhhhhhh Myyyyyyyyy Goddddddddddddddddd - I'm Cummmiiinnnggggggggg
A vision of Dan filled Sarah's mind as her orgasm shook her from head-to-toe and she slowly slid to the shower floor whispering, "Dan, oh yes, Dan."
Lying there with the water still pouring over her, Sarah realized that she had to get herself in shape, and find a man, a man to fulfill her needs, as well as she would learn to fulfill his. Standing up, she stepped from the shower and dried herself off, still feeling the sensitivity of her recently aroused nipples and clit. "Soon, very soon," she thought.
Going to the dresser she instinctively reached in and pulled out an old cotton nightgown, but stopped before putting it on. Looking at it she smiled, "Sluts, don't wear this, so I won't either. From now on it's either nude or in a nice sexy negligee." Reaching into the back she pulled out a small silk bag. Inside was a transparent red, teddy that she had purchased several years ago, but had never worn. Sitting on the edge of the bed she felt the material slide lightly across her still sensitive nipples as she pulled it from the bag, instantly they responded and hardened. Reaching into the bag again, she pulled out the red silky g-string that matched, and slid them on. "They feel so wicked," she thought as she pulled them up and felt the string settle between her ass cheeks. Pulling the top over her head, she again felt the silk glide across her nipples and her pussy juices began to flow as she lay down on the bed. "This feels soooooo good," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning Sarah awoke early and prepared for the day. There were big changes to make in her life, and it had to start today. Choosing her clothes carefully, she put on a pair of transparent white panties, with a nude-colored push-up bra and knee-high hose, over those she wore a pair of jeans and a large white, button-up shirt that she tied at the waist line. She was pleased with what she saw in the mirror, but decided to button the lower two buttons on the shirt. "Looking sexy is one thing, but looking like a whore in public is another," she mused before going to the kitchen and fixing herself a quick breakfast.
For the next three months few people saw Sarah, though Sam assured everyone that she was doing fine, she was just very busy. Sarah went to the gym three times a week, toning her stomach and buttocks, as well as tanning, which she did in the nude. She let her hair grow longer, and then had it permed to a tight curl, she had her finger and toenails manicured professionally, and she had her genital hair waxed down to a tiny little strip. Noticing that as everything was toning nicely her breasts continued to sag, Sarah went to see her doctor about a breast enlargement. The doctor informed her that although a breast enlargement could be done, Sarah might want to consider using hormone treatment instead which was a lot easier, less painful, and cheaper, but would still create the same effect.
As the months passed Sarah's efforts payed off, her body had toned nicely, her breasts had grown and firmed, and her general appearance had changed drastically for the better. Now looking stunningly beautiful, her "new" body now measured 36D-25-34, and she was full of renewed vigour and enthusiasm.
As Sarah's body, appearance and mentality had changed, so had her style of dressing. Having spent many days at the mall trying on new outfits and lingerie, she had thrown out most of her old clothes and replaced them with much slinkier outfits that helped to show off her now stunning figure. Sarah made a point now of wearing sexy lingerie every day and outfits that showed off her beautiful figure.
After three months of hard work the big day that she had been waiting for had arrived.
Picking up the phone one night, Sarah very apprehensively dialled the number that she had gotten from Sam.
After the third ring Dan answered the phone, "Hello."
"Hi Dan, It's Sarah, Sam's mother, Sam has gone away for the weekend and I don't really feel like being alone, I was wondering if you like to come over for dinner tonight? "
"Sure, I would love to. What time?" he asked.
"Seven o'clock. Does that work for you?"
"No problem, see you then" Dan answered.
As Sarah hung up the phone, she instantly began to pull off her clothes and head for the shower. It had become one of her favourite places to feel her womanly body and masturbate. This time though it was different, she brought herself close to orgasm several times as she showered and played with herself, but always held off at the last moment. As she played with her nipples she was suddenly surprised to find that a small amount of milk had began to spray from them. She continued to pull on her nipples as she remembered that the doctor had told her that this could be one of the side-effects of the hormones that he had prescribed for her, but it had never happened until today. Smiling she thought about how this could add a little extra to the night's activities, the more she played with her nipples, the more the milk increased until it was a continuous stream, squirting and spraying until it covered the shower door.
Stepping from the shower, Sarah wrapped a towel around herself and went to the dresser to pick out something very special to wear for the evening. She pulled out a pair of black seamed stockings, a black garter belt, a matching ¼ cup bra, and a very tiny g-string. Moving to the bed she sat down and slowly put each piece on, marvelling at the soft, sensuous feel of them. When she was finished she walked to the closet and reached for a shoebox on the top shelf. Inside was a brand new pair of 6-inch stiletto heels that she had bought specially for tonight; as she slipped them on she smiled remembering the saleswoman referring to them as "come fuck me" shoes. Sarah completed her outfit with a very short black leather skirt, a see-through white blouse and a gold necklace that hung well into her cleavage. She dressed slowly paying attention to each detail to make sure the she had everything in place. Looking into the mirror, when she was finished Sarah liked what she saw and fantasized about what might happen later that evening. She looked like a complete slut, her skirt was so short that the tops of her stockings showed, her blouse was so transparent that her tiny little bra and her bare tits were completely visible, and her shoes screamed - "slut."
Dan arrived exactly at seven o'clock and couldn't believe his eyes when Sarah opened the door. She was a completely changed woman. His eyes were riveted to her large breasts; they seemed to be sticking out directly at him; her large aureole and very prominent nipples were clearly visible beneath her thin blouse.
"H-h-h-hi" he stammered.
"Hi, yourself" she replied. "Would you like to come in," she purred seductively.
The double meaning slipping past him because he was so overcome by the changes that had taken place. "Yes, thank you," he murmured as he stepped past her, brushing against her enlarged breasts as he did.
"Take a seat; make yourself comfortable while I finish dinner," she said, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure" Dan replied, hardly able to pull his gaze from her breasts to look up at her.
Sarah smiled and slowly walked away. Half way to the liquor cabinet she stopped and bent over. "Shoot, I thought I'd cleaned everything off the floor." Instead what she was doing was looking through her legs as Dan got a look up her skirt to the top of her stockings and the darkened cleft above the top of them. Straightening up, Sarah pulled her skirt back down and continued to the liquor cabinet.
"What would you like?"
"Ummmm, what do you have?" Dan asked
Giggling, Sarah teased, "I have a lot to offer but we can talk about that later. What would you like to drink for now?"