Hide and Seek Pt. 08

Had Sarah any idea of what her husband, Matthew, was up to with his coterie of young and so sexual girls? Probably not, though she seemed to enjoy joking about it; maybe even fantasising about it. Her sexual imagination certainly seemed to have been fired when they had both watched the girls from their bedroom window -- and fucked. Had seemed to enjoy forcing Matthew into selecting one of the girls -- Morgan -- and talking about her sucking him off.

What Sarah had not at all expected was to be confronted by the reality of Matthew and not just Morgan but the three other girls sexually playing. Not simply seeing something a little peculiar, a little suggestive but stark reality. 'Stark' in the sense of 'stark naked' -- all of them!

Not usual, indeed rare in the extreme, that Sarah might come home during the working day. Not easy for a teacher to leave a school whilst the pupils were there, but she had a free period and a pressing need to get some papers. Sarah called out as she came through the front door to let Matthew know she was home, but there was no reply. Odd as Matthew's car was in the drive. He was not out. Normally he would be working in the study. He was not there. Perhaps he was in the garden sipping a cup of tea.

Matthew was in the garden but not with a cup of tea in hand. He was certainly holding something, but that something was not tea, though he was certainly 'cupping' it and it was something that normally lived in a cup! Indeed, it was one of Morgan's breasts that girl, the one he had 'selected'. He might as easily have been cupping something else which, like tea, was both 'warm and wet'.

Sarah stood at the first-floor window stock still and just staring. There in her sunlit garden, the lawn neatly mown, her husband and what could almost be mistaken for nymphs. Dancing nymphs all around her Matthew, jumping and skipping, their little and not so little boobs bouncing free. So clear that even when he reached and held one of the girls, perhaps catching one of her boobs, her bottom or his hand brushing over her fur, that there was no coercion on his part. Clear the girls loved the play. Maybe her husband had in some way started it all, but the nymphs were in his garden, had clearly come over the fence to play; indeed Sarah could not see any clothes, perhaps they had climbed the fence naked!

Her hand to her mouth as she watched the girls run off and her husband give chase. Sarah could not help it; a smile came to her face, not a frown or 'stone face' but a smile. Yes, Sarah was amused at seeing Matthew running around the garden naked and as hard as she had ever seen or felt him, chasing the girls. It seemed utterly comic to her. The silly man getting all frisky with those young things, and whilst they looked lovely -- sweet and nymph like, graceful in their running -- she could not help thinking how ridiculous men look with a hard cock, the more so with it waggling around as Matthew ran.

Comic and not just a bit sexual as well. The chasing was developing into rather more. Her husband catching one of the girls, that little minx, Vickie; Sarah was sure she had more than an equal share in -- maybe -- seducing her husband. Matthew, she was sure, would have found it difficult to resist. She watched him holding her, saw his cock hard against her, poking at her.

Fuck! The little minx had put her arms around her husband's neck and just swung herself at him; had 'impaled' herself on his -- her man's -- cock. The penis that had been snugly inside herself the night before was now inside a girl, barely eighteen, right in front of her eyes. Clear too, to her, when the penis came out again that it was not just Vickie it was going to go into.

Sarah at the window watched her husband fucking no less than four young nymphs in succession, all of them, not one, not two but all four; the cock she was so familiar with going in and out of young pussies like rabbits into burrows, and the girls quite clearly loving the play. Sarah was not unmoved; astounded, yes; amused, yes; but also aroused. Her hand sneaked into her knickers as she watched, amazed at the so unexpected sight and feeling, strangely, rather proud that her husband was attractive to all those young maidens

Maidens? Clearly not! Surely her husband had not been responsible... surely he had not really taken not just one but four maidenheads? It could not be, somebody else -- somebodies -- must have done, at least some, surely?

So, he had not just been lusting after them. It was more than that, much more than that. Her husband had more than sneaked himself inside their knickers. Sarah found she was not angry, and certainly surprised at herself for that. More proud than anything else; proud of her virile and attractive husband. There would be sex that night in their marital bed, whether he wanted it or not. She would see to that; would get a stand out of him, come what may. She would suck him into erection and then fuck him until he came. His penis, at that moment in little Charlotte, would be in her. It was hers. And she would extract the semen, no matter how much he was about to put in Charlotte or any one of the other girls. It was her semen. And maybe she would do the same the next morning before setting off to school.

Within her knickers her fingers moved. Sarah stared out of the window. Not her usual thing to watch pornography, but it was a bit like a film with her husband as the male stud! She had, though, to get her papers and get back to school. Best to make sure she left before there was any chance of Matthew noticing her car or finding her. Important to leave no trace. She could leave a small clue that she had been there, a subtle hint that she might know about things, but Sarah thought it best if she was going to confront Matthew with his, should she call it naughtiness rather than infidelity, she did it face to face rather than just unnerving him with a little clue, something just possibly out of place.

Sarah turned, but then could not resist another glance. Her man was out of Charlotte and approaching little red-headed Emma. Her head shook, the girl looked so young with her breasts just budding, though her bush, all fiery red, was certainly mature enough to... Sarah stared as her husband's penis nosed into that very bush and disappeared -- yes, up into the girl.

Down the stairs, papers collected and she was out of the front door. Sarah would like to have watched it all, masturbated to a climax, but school certainly called. She would fuck her husband that evening come what may!

And Sarah did. No ifs, no buts, no escape. She had her man where she wanted him. Under her and she certainly mounted him. In her head the image of that cock going into little Emma's fiery bush; 'her' cock in the girl, but now fucking her. Sarah could not help her thoughts, could not get away from the fact she was actually proud her husband was desired by the young people; really, and surprisingly, aroused by the thought it had already been in the four of them that very day. "Her' cock, that she was riding up and down on, had been fucking mere schoolgirls.

It proved to be rather fabulous sex for Sarah, she did not like to ask how many times Matthew had already come that day but clear as she rode her upon 'her cock' that whilst lovely and hard, ejaculation was not proving easy. Just the sort of cock a wife wants, one that stays hard and does not come too soon! How good of the girls to provide her with such a stiff and lasting cock. Her thoughts being that she was willing to share.

Even after two lovely, tingling and almost explosive orgasms, Matthew still had not come! Could she reach a third before he did? Before she made him cum? Reversing herself she lowered her sopping sex onto Matthew's face, rubbing herself on his nose and lips, Sarah lowered her own lips toward her husband's penis. Wet from her -- very wet -- the folds of his foreskin drenched with her lubrication. How drenched it must have been from Emma et al that afternoon. What would that be like, sucking her cock all freshly pulled from that little red-haired girl. Would she like to do that? Sarah's mouth descended, tasting herself.

She made Matthew come! However much he had been fucking, maybe being sucked, that afternoon, Sarah was going to have her semen, and she got it -- not a lot -- but it bubbled up in her mouth. She had forced Matthew to come with all the licking, suction and lip and tongue work she could imagine. Had over stimulated him, forcing the ejaculation. She would do the same in the morning.

Sarah may well have been not unhappy at her husband's peccadilloes; not seeing his play with the four girls as anything of a threat to her marriage - he was, obviously, not going to be going off with one of them instead of her; but it made her think.

What she thought was that, 'what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander'; if Matthew was being somewhat naughty, might she not do something of the same? Not an affair, as such, but perhaps a little rough and tumble on the side would not go amiss. She had been amazed to see Matthew naked with no less than four young things. Him running around after them with his cock at full stand and taking them all in succession, as she had, and she could not get it out of her mind, watched quite dumbfounded. It really had been her husband, and she had really seen him fuck all the four of them one after another -- three anyway - in and then out as if he was potting balls on a snooker table. She felt strangely proud that her husband was so attractive to girls. She was not incensed, not even cross, indeed more aroused than angry!

It occurred to Sarah that perhaps, after all, she should agree to the very improper suggestion a work colleague had made. It had been an oblique suggestion, but the hint had undoubtedly been there. Sarah had not been mistaken; he had been drunk and that had, perhaps, excused it; the suggestion made at a colleague's leaving do; the pass, it had certainly been that, no more, no less, ignored at the time. Sarah had thought about it since; had wondered about it and what it might have led to; had wondered about Roger's body; yes, had wondered about his penis; was it perhaps as big as she had once thought Derek Tarrant's might be? Had David Tarrant's really been that big? She rather thought so. Matthew and she had played tennis and swum a lot with Derek and Lucy. She could see at the time that Matthew rather watched Lucy and was not at all sure that Derek had not closely watched her. She recalled, too, saying something about wishing she could suck the juice from Derek's big banana; it had certainly caused Matthew to react in a very satisfying way -- using his own 'big banana'. But what of her colleague, Roger?

Roger and she were going to be going on a training course together so why, if Matthew was playing away, should she not, too, she have a bit of a fling? Roger was, after all, rather nice and, well, couped up in a hotel, why not find themselves in each other's rooms? He was even a bit younger than her. Not as young as the girls Matthew had been in and out of. Nowhere near as young. Sarah shook her head in disbelief. She really had seen it. Her Matthew's cock going in and out of those girls. It was not surprising he had been as hard as anything out there in the garden. All those young girls jumping on his cock; and they were, it was not him, in the lead. She could see that: she could have perhaps imagined one girl, that Vickie from next door, most likely, but not two, let alone four. Her husband had always been sexy, had always got her going, but she had not thought he would have that effect upon... four girls at once. It surely could not really be his fault. It was obviously not like an affair. They must have seduced him, surely; the little sirens! Sarah jiggled her shoulders as if weighing up options; well, it would not really be her fault with Roger, would it? It would be Matthew's fault or that little minx Vickie for starting it all!

What was sauce for the goose, might as well be sauce for the gander. Might she, after all, now choose to try Roger's 'sauce' or his fresh young banana juice?

Bag packed, railway tickets in handbag, Matthew drove her to the railway station. They had made love that morning. Sarah had been keen for that, had initiated it all with a loving suck to his cock. It had been good and both parties had come. Her husband had shown no reticence, no keenness not to engage, no hint that perhaps he wanted to save himself for particular young pussies later; had not pretended to come in order to retain his semen -- for later. Sarah had most certainly checked in the bathroom. There had been plenty of the stuff there!

Sitting in the car with Matthew driving beside her, handbag on her knee she was conscious not just of what she was planning to do -- if Roger again made suggestions -- but that she had a newly purchased packet of six condoms tucked in that handbag. Matthew had been disconnected but she doubted Roger had. Best to be practical and take the lead with contraception. It should not be the woman's responsibility, and certainly that was what she said in sex education classes at school, but had also advised the girls that 'equality' was all very well in principle, but they, particularly, would be affected by the consequences. Best therefore if they did plan and were responsible.

Sarah was taking her own advice.

A pleasant enough train journey and a taxi to the hotel for the training days. Roger was there, as she knew he would be; clearly delighted to see her again. Good to remake acquaintances from earlier courses. There was Kathy and Frank, Caroline, Esther and Jenny, whom she all remembered from before; but it was Roger she found herself sitting next to on a long table for dinner. And it was Roger's leg that touched hers halfway through dinner and did not straight away pull away. Certainly not when she found herself rubbing his ankle with her own. The touch of his leg to hers might have been accidental. Her ankle rubbing clearly was not.

By the end of the meal, Roger's hand was on her thigh. It did not surprise Sarah for Roger then to invite her to his room for coffee. She knew she would not be leaving his room until morning. Sarah knew what she was doing, knew what her acceptance of that cup of coffee meant.

The others were going to the bar for a drink, but Sarah excused herself. She knew Roger would do the same, not making it obvious they were both happening to go up to their rooms -- to bed - at the same time.

The lift doors closed, and they were alone, the mirrored cabin reflecting back the two of them.

"You've been looking lovely tonight, Sarah."

"Have I?" She accepted the compliment, did not protest or anything; her hand reached and she held his silk tie between her fingers. Was that a sexual gesture, holding a man's tie, fingering it? "You're looking very smart. I like a man in a suit. So well cut."

She liked a man out of it too!

Perhaps Roger was being bold, perhaps presumptuous but it was exciting, there in the lift before the bell dinged to announce the arrival of the lift at his floor, he kissed her on the lips.

"Roger!" she said, as perhaps was expected, when the connection was broken but she followed him down the corridor and was ushered into his room. The door closed.

"Black or white?" They sat together on the bed chatting. Nothing more, as yet.

It was a hot night; Roger had opened the door out onto the balcony of his room. Rather a fine hotel for a training course. In the holiday season it would be unaffordable for such a gathering, but this was term time and the hotel needed to find other customers than holidaymakers. The hot night unusual for the time of year, but hot it was.

"Shall we go outside?" Dark on the balcony when Roger switched the room lights off. The air pleasantly warm, the darkness enfolding, below them the lights of the promenade and, out to sea, for the hotel was by the seaside, ship lights in the distance. The salty smell of the sea on the air. Romantic? Well, yes indeed, but more importantly rather erotic. Behind her Roger slipped her dress from off her shoulders. Presumptuous -- perhaps -- but just so right. Certainly presumptuous to mould his hands over her brassiere, squeezing her breasts. But Roger was not rebuffed. Sarah closed her eyes revelling in the manipulations of her breasts, feeling the younger man feeling her, enjoying the fresher air and secluded darkness of the balcony and rather conscious of the hardness being pushed at her bottom. Roger's manliness there, separated from her by cotton and silk. She had rubbed her ankle against his; now she was rubbing her bottom against his cock.

Slowly Roger undressed her, there in the dark. Not what she had imagined happening, not in his room as she had expected, but outside -- not far outside, but outside in the open air. Her bra undone and removed, her naked breasts caressed, her nipples stroked, the hard tips tweaked and pulled. Sarah kicked off her own shoes, but it was Roger who lowered her dress and Roger who slid her panties down her legs. Pretty, silky, shorts with rather open legs. She had thought his hand might slip up a leg. It was not like that; his hand not invading her knickers, but his hands tugging them down and off. A hand, or fingers, certainly then dancing over her curls, stroking them, a finger seeking her crack. She turned and kissed Roger -- properly. She had not kissed another man, apart from Matthew, for years and years. His tongue different, the way his lips moved different, his smell different -- all exciting and arousing. Sarah was aroused, no question, no worry; Roger would have no difficulty in copulation.

Erotic to be kissing and cuddling a besuited man in the dark on a hotel balcony whilst naked. It seemed a strangely feminine thing to Sarah to be doing. Maybe a male fantasy but it clicked with her.

She felt Roger break away and heard the rustle of clothing in the room. Better and better, both to be naked out on the balcony. Sarah looked out to sea, counting the ships and smelling the sharp salty smell of the sea. She knew it would happen when Roger returned, what man can resist pushing his upright male organ into the equally vertical cleft of a female bottom, a so matching and comfortable fit.

Roger did just as expected, right up to reaching around and clasping her boobs again in his hands, simulating a bra. The younger and now naked man behind her. She could so feel not just those hands but Roger's unclad penis against her, warm and hard -- and big. Her smile broad and she nodded to herself; that was especially what she wanted -- a big cock; important to her that it was bigger than Matthew's.

Should she suck it, feel how big it was in her mouth? Oh! Naughty man! Roger had pulled back and then pushed his erection between her legs and was moving it gently forwards and backwards, again pressed against her back and bottom, only with his cock sliding in her wetness, sliding between her lips, not going in, but gently rubbing her so sensitive and so wet sex; delightful hardness against her softness. Sarah reached down, touching her pubic hair, feeling down to where her thighs joined and there it was on her fingers, the soft membrane, the little opening of his knob poking out, moving against her fingers, her fingers touching his opening, maybe getting a little sticky from leaking pre-cum, perhaps thin strands joining penis to fingertips, breaking and re-forming in the dark. The smooth roundness of his domed end coming to touch her fingers and then slide back again.

Was it leaking? She should perhaps get that packet from her handbag, only this was all so perfect. Sarah did not want to move, did not want to break the connection. It might not be the same when she returned. The night, the balcony, the darkness, the naked man, the big penis between her legs.

It was not sexual intercourse, but very nearly there. A bit like that old joke about Watney's Red Barrel: Why is Watney's Red Barrel like making love in a punt? Answer: Fucking next to water! What they were doing was not fucking, but it was fucking close to it!

Roger's penis sliding so slowly, but so effectively, not within her, well... certainly within the embrace of her inner lips! Slipping forwards and backwards over her standing clit, giving it more of a rub than sexual intercourse would! So good to stand there in the black warmth of the night, leaning on the rail looking out over the dark sea, the street scene all lit below, and feel such strong sexual stimulation from the man behind her, his penis below and his hands clasping her at the front, on her boobs. A kiss to the top of her head. The man truly was above, below and to her front and back! A slight feeling at first but growing, spreading warmly out through her and then, pow! Her clitoris, if not exploding, certainly more than fizzing as a first orgasm came to her. Could Roger feel the extra moisture now dripping from her? His penis continued to slide, not quite frictionless, not as if on ice (far too hot!); sliding on mud was just not a good image, even if it was all as slippery as that; perhaps the better comparison was like a spoon sliding over, but not yet into, sticky toffee pudding or crème caramel!

An orgasm was perhaps the time, or suitable moment, to go and scrabble in her handbag. Sarah made sure her legs were really closed tight as she turned to pull away from Roger, a tight and clasping withdrawal from between her legs. Condom located, Sarah returned,

"I thought, perhaps..." her hand closed around the upright organ, and she placed the latex disc and began to roll it, pulling down his foreskin with it. Her first touch with her hand and then to clothe not fondle or lick the erection!

"Oh," came from Roger, "I thought..."

"No, Matt's been..." she did not go on. It really was not the time either to mention or talk about her husband or even call him to mind. "I, um, came prepared." Rolled all the way, Sarah now caressed the rather large penis. Pleasingly sturdy, she was sure she would notice the difference in size -- girth and maybe length. Not that Matt was small. Thinking of him again. Best not to. Was, perhaps, sex with a condom not really sexual intercourse? Intercourse as a word suggested interchange and the latex would prevent that all important interchange, would stop it in its tracks; or rather it would not get very far, not go any distance, rather it would go 'splat' against the latex!

So lovely there in the dark. How many 'lovers' have done similar things on a darkened balcony at night; two people so intimately engaged skin to skin and unseen. Possible on other balconies there were other couples similarly engaged; other clandestine meetings. Quite possible other 'old friends' from conferences and training events were meeting up in a close way; something they only did at such courses and meetings. A time out of their normal lives: not necessarily that their normal lives were humdrum or boring or that they were trapped in loveless marriages, but rather it was a different part of their lives, a separate part of their lives. Little different from a masturbatory fantasy, maybe; although real not imagined. Maybe even being something of a different person. Normally heterosexual but just for a day or two -- different.

There had been a degree of risk in allowing the unclad penis to slide between her lips, so easy for Roger to have changed the 'angle of attack'; so easy for her own enthusiasm to have got the better of her, but now no risk, the penis could slide again and slide anywhere! Not just between her lips, not just over her clit but could catch and change direction, poke upwards into her. For the moment it was the sliding again, Roger even reaching and taking control, making it push the harder against her -- but not in her. Not yet, but soon.

Roger was younger than her, but not so much younger, plenty old enough not to be amateurish, able to provide the real gratification Sarah needed. Was he teasing her by not pushing it in? Just keeping it, not exactly out of reach, but not filling her one little bit. It was Sarah who did it; Sarah who took control, turning and putting her hands around Roger's neck and pushing herself off the ground to swing against him with legs wide. It was experience of course, Sarah knew what she was aiming for. It was a hole in one. The thick, latex clad, organ just slid into her. 'Ooooh' indeed! Really nice. Roger doing just the right thing by holding her bottom cheeks and thrusting against her. Wild sucking like noises in the dark, easily heard by anyone out on another balcony. Definitely 'bonking' going on.

A second orgasm for Sarah. A vaginal orgasm. Closely followed by Roger filling his condom.

"I've so wanted to do that. Last time..." Roger's voice in Sarah's ear.

"You can do it again if you like, in a little while." It felt stiff enough to go on, but not for long. Slowly placing her feet back on the ground, Roger fell out. It is funny, all that effort and stratagems to 'get it in' and after the event it just falls out.

Lovely to be out on the balcony but good to go in and slip between the sheets and talk quietly rather like they might have done had they stayed down in the bar; but would not them together at a table have excited comment? Seeing them in bed, naked together, would, most certainly, have excited a lot more comment? They did it again. A slow move to cuddling and kissing, French kissing with stroking hands; Sarah went down the bed, worming between the sheets in the warm darkness seeking -- seeking Roger's wet and flaccid penis, drawing it into her mouth and doing her very best to encourage it into a manly swelling. Sarah could do it with Mathew and found she could do just the same trick with Roger, a pleasing swelling and growth in her mouth. She virtually got it all in her mouth to start with but not by the time she came up again, out of the bed.

"My turn," and Roger submerged himself down the bed, not risking drowning, but Sarah was certainly dripping. How good to lie there in the darkness, in the comfortable bed, and just let this man, this friend, bring her to... could it be? Fuck, yes! Sarah came a third time.

Sexual intercourse did follow, but Sarah was half asleep, Roger on top of her, her legs spread, just letting him fuck. She was increasingly out of it, at the junction of waking and sleeping, conscious she had made sure Roger was condom clad before he started. Hopefully he would be when he finished -- but she might miss that!

When Sarah awoke, as far as she could judge, she had no recollection of Roger coming, no memory of him making orgasm like noises. Had he really fucked her whilst she was asleep? That was, certainly, rather a strange thing. She had consented; it was not as if he had taken advantage. It was rather different once Roger awoke. The copulation certainly undertaken with both wide awake. Roger condom-clad once more and, nice man as he was, being careful to ensure her pleasure as well as his own. A good double orgasm before breakfast. Breakfast taken separately and at different times, of course.

A second training day but it was only again in the evening did she get to see Roger. There was 'homework' -- preparation for the morrow which rather took up the evening, after quite a quick dinner. Sarah had invited Roger to her room but it was not until 11pm that he appeared. Both perfectly clear why Roger was there. Not such a warm evening so the balcony did not beckon, though that was a feature of Roger's room not hers. Instead, Sarah said she would rather like a bath and suggested it would be 'friendly' for Roger to join her. This was all so much more in the light. The bright lights of the bathroom, and the mirrors hiding nothing. Roger ready hard as he lowered his trousers. It was indeed an impressive and so male organ, as Sarah had rather more felt, admittedly in a number of places, than seen the night before -- and, indeed, in the morning. Nice to sit there in the hot bath water and chat, even if, with loss of initial excitement, Roger's penis fell over as it shrunk.

Not difficult though to encourage it to stiffen again a little later. Surprising what soapy hands on arms and chest can do. A pleasant and erotic washing of bodies, the two of them not washing their own and certainly using plenty of slippery, sudsy soap. Quite clear how much Roger was enjoying soaping her breasts, did his 'periscope' not stick up showing that? Good to straddle his soapy body as he lay beneath her in the bath and rub her thighs and sexual bits up and down his chest, stomach and, yes, penis. The latter all hard and so very noticeable to an aroused woman! A real soapy 'grind' by Sarah, rubbing her lips, clit and entrance, up and down the slippery, soapy organ -- but not allowing it inside. Not that Sarah did not want to just push against its rounded head and stuff herself with it, but she was being careful -- fairly careful!

It was one of those hotels that provides a yellow plastic duck in the bathroom. Possibly for any children staying, but more likely to give 'grown-ups' a bit of a nostalgic kick, or perhaps to let them regress a little in private. Difficult to imagine successful businessmen sitting in their baths and pushing a little yellow duck around; or some famous actress, a string of Oscars to her name, similarly pushing a plastic duck around and making it go quack, quack, quack. But as Billy Connolly said, 'Never trust a man who left alone in a room with a tea cozy doesn't try it on' so the same surely applies to a plastic or rubber duck in a bath whether it is a businessman or actress.

Roger did not leave the yellow duck on the side of the bath but had it quacking around, if not in the reeds and bullrushes, certainly finding itself getting rather tangled up in something not a little like pond weed; and poking its beak around as if looking for tasty morsels. Sarah was not unused to the feel of plastic dildoes, the hardness of the duck against her sexual lips and clit was similar and pleasing. She was not averse to the duck sticking its beak up her and 'bobbing around'.

The duck was plastic but the condom Sarah got from the packet was rubber. Time for it to provide an all over swimming costume for Roger's penis, even if he was anything but clad in swimming gear for the bath. Sexual intercourse in the bath, Sarah atop Roger, pulling herself up and down; finally getting it into her. More than enough to bring her off. Wet, splish, sploshing, sex. Really nice.

Sarah was up for more. Rather delighted Roger had not ejaculated. She made sure there was no droop as they towelled each other dry; Sarah making sure the condom clad penis stayed nice and stiff and ready for bed. She did not let it soften and ensured it stood up whilst they towelled. Not a lot of let up in the sex, a quick interlude for drying and then naked between the sheets with Roger's penis between them.

"From behind!" Sarah getting up on all fours and thrusting her bottom out at him, rather animal like, but she was in heat. More lovely rubbing from the rubberised cock, feeling the little reservoir tickling against her, even against her bottom hole. Roger even teasing her about which hole he was going to go in, pushing against her anus and then touching her more usual hole. Lovely knocking against her clit. How did Roger know how much she liked that? Instinct? She had not said. Cock in hand and using it like a tool -- a 'tool' indeed!

No doubt as good for Roger. Like most men he was very visual and was certainly seeing a lot and certainly seeing how he was using his cock. Good too to see his own tool pushing in, opening Sarah, watching as he was absorbed. Straightening himself, he was over her back, weight upon her and moving his hips, fucking Sarah from the rear.

For her part she was pushing back, clenching her fists on the pillow with her eyes closed and concentrating on Roger's big organ and just what it was doing. Might she come again? So good to have the man do everything and do it right; Roger was doing that, not that Matthew didn't... no, she should not be thinking of her husband, not with another man's prick so deep inside her.

Roger's hand moved from her breast to the join of her legs, Rambling through her curls and letting his finger settle on her clit. Not so much settle as strum! He was more than tickling her fancy, he was causing such a warm welling up inside her. Sarah's fists clenched the tighter as a second orgasm swept through her.

And still the man had not finished. Sarah felt like a limp rag, falling forward onto her forearms, but still the push at her bottom continued, the big organ working at her, until a sharp intake of breath told her things were happening -- safely inside the condom.

Sarah awoke, momentarily unsure where she was; her realisation came to her before she had asked whether 'Matthew' was awake, she realised not only was she in a hotel room but the man beside her was not her husband.

"Might we... before breakfast?"

"We might, but only after a cup of tea!" A question of priorities, pee first, tea second and then a tumble before bacon and eggs -- and Sarah did have two more condoms in the packet. One was not going to get used.

Sarah sat on the train going home. Her thoughts about her infidelity. She had rather let herself go. She had indulged, though what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander -- indeed. But what she was thinking about was more how infidelity was best done, as a concept. She recalled Derek Tarrant and Lucy. Matthew had clearly been interested in Lucy and she in Derek; if, and it was a big if, as it had not happened, if there been sexual relations with Lucy and Derek, would it have been separately or together? Did that make a difference? Certainly, it all being out in the open, Matthew knowing what she was doing and she knowing what he was doing, was different from what Roger and she had been up to, but did having sex with other partners together in the same room or around the same swimming pool or perhaps out in the countryside make it less an infidelity, more just another sex game. Sarah smiled -- as in not much different from bringing a plastic dildo or male massager into the bedroom!

Four times with Roger, two nights and two mornings, she felt she had somewhat made up for Matthew's four girls. Four young girls -- was he really that attractive? Well, she had always thought so, and still did, but to young women? Awfully she felt so many emotions, crossness and anger yet, something of pride in her husband, indeed admiration, and also guilt at what she had done with Roger. What, though, had Matthew been up to whilst she was away? Would they copulate that night on her return-- most likely, and she would be keen to see if he was genuinely pleased to see her back. How many tight young vags. had he been in and squirting, whilst she was away -- or how many mouths! Well, she'd been squirted in five times and rather well by Roger. It had been a pleasant change. Perhaps she should have taken that idea with Derek Tarrant further all those years ago, Lucy had half hinted -- swopping partners for the holiday or perhaps just going communal. Communal!!! She could imagine that would have got a bit wild. More than wild; they were younger then. But... and Derek had surely been bigger than Matthew. Roger certainly was.