Before the Divorce

Before the divorce.

Hi, my name is Mrs Claire Stratton and we live in a small town in Southern England. Currently I am married to Mark Stratton but we have both felt that the marriage was a bit of a mistake. We had married at the age of eighteen and after ten years it has fizzled out dramatically. Lots of hard work and reducing sex drive. We both wanted to end it and divorce seems inevitable.

We still live together but have separate bedrooms until the financial side of things gets sorted.

Mutual friends had asked is to attend an annual party ages ago and they wanted us to still go. We reluctantly agreed.

"Who's going to this party?" I asked Mark, as he came into my bedroom.

"Don't know for sure, it's the annual "Masked Toga" party, so I suppose the idea is to remain "unidentified" darling," he laughed. "Why, changing your mind about going?"

I looked at him and smiled wryly, "Unidentified? No way round here! But it sounds like it could be fun not knowing who is trying to chat me up and frankly, I need a bit of fun at the moment."

"Will you let someone get in your knickers tonight?" He said abruptly "We haven't had sex for some time now and I still remember how well you liked it," as he pulled his mask over his head.

I looked coyly at him and hid a smile. He looked silly in his toga, hairy legs sticking out underneath and wearing open sandals.

"Maybe. If the right man tries." I pouted at him and lifted my toga hem exposing my newly shaved pussy to his gaze.

"Still, as I'm not wearing any knickers, and you don't want me anymore, you won't mind someone getting in my pussy will you?" I teased him mercilessly.

I did have the urge to let him fuck my brains out there and then, he was right, I needed cock but I chased him from the room before I surrendered to my urges.

I quite fancied the idea of being "chatted up" and maybe fucked by someone new or I didn't know. If I caved in now we would definitely not make the party...

As we arrived by taxi at the large house set in its own grounds I made sure I rewarded the driver with a long look at my legs and exposed pussy as Mark paid him money. He naturally agreed to pick us up anytime Mark called later that night.

As we walked toward the open doors I said, "Aren't toga parties just an excuse for wife swapping?"

"No silly," he replied, "just a load of fun and if you want to have a bit of extra sex, well, each to their own. Ignore the rumours from last year."

"Oh, did you score last year?" I purred. Wondering if I could catch him out.

He just looked at me and grinned. "No, did you?" he countered.

"No, but I hope I might tonight." I smiled.

Once inside we were surprised to see that there were quite a few people there and all in togas and masks. Some were "real" togas but others were just converted sheets. There were all variations of sizes and styles, mainly fairly conservative. Mine seemed to be a bit risqué but that was what I wanted.

I felt a little disappointed at the lack of obvious sexual overtones and it looked as if Mark was right, I might not get fucked tonight.

The evening went on and slowly it started to liven up a little. I lost sight of Mark as he talked to a "shapeless toga" and found myself pouring a drink.

"Excuse me," a man's voice said close behind me. "A stunning girl like you shouldn't be pouring her own drink."

Turning, I looked straight into the masked eyes of the man who had spoken as he handed me a full glass. His toga was nicely cut and he was quite obviously "in shape."

I felt myself responding to his gaze but didn't recognize him and blushed as he looked deep into my eyes. Could he tell I wanted fucking?

"Oh, hi," I said rather breathlessly and automatically the husband defense came out. "My husband is around somewhere but thank you for the drink."

He grinned and shamelessly looked me up and down. I had deliberately worn a short toga with high-heeled shoes and stockings. My bra lifted my small breasts and my hardened nipples were clearly visible through the thin white fabric covering them.

"That is, without doubt, the best toga I've seen all night at this once boring party. And the body in it... well, your husband must be mad leaving you alone!"

I burst out laughing at his corny chat up line but squirmed a little as I realised it had just worked! I wanted him, in fact, I needed him!

We wandered around the room arm in arm, chatting for a while. I was so turned on that I made sure to keep some kind of contact with his body all the time. A hand on his arm, gentle bumping him with a long leg and once, lightly brushing his arm with my breast. I wanted him to know how hot I was for him. He got the message.

"Where's your husband?" He whispered in my ear.

Flushed, I looked around and couldn't see Mark anywhere.

"I, I don't see him." The words caught in my throat.

"We are not really together," I blurted out, "we are divorcing."

"So you are really alone this evening? What's your name?" He asked.

"Aren't we supposed to be anonymous at a masked ball," I replied rather self-consciously, realising I was now very much on the way to being fucked by a stranger.

Grinning wickedly, he took me by the hand and I followed as he led me through the people toward a set of stairs. At the top he stopped in the shadows and holding my shoulders, pulled me toward him. My body melted against his and I immediately felt his stiff cock pressing into my flat belly.

My knees went weak as his lips met mine and his tongue thrust deep into my open mouth. Along with his rigid cock thrusting against my belly, it was driving all caution from me.

I leaned hard into him, kissing him back and letting his tongue fuck my mouth. Moving onto tiptoe I managed to get my pussy against his stiff cock and start to ride it through our cloths.

He moved his hands down my body as I clung to him and one soon found my breast. I nearly died as he started to massage my small breast, rubbing the hard nipple between his fingers.

I jumped slightly as I felt his other hand below the hem of my toga and groaned as he slipped it up off my stocking and onto the naked skin of my buttock. His hand felt cool against my skin and I opened my legs for him as he slid round further into the crack of my arse.

It was his turn to gasp as his searching fingers moved under me finding no knickers to hinder his access to my sopping pussy, then he had a finger in me almost straight away.

I rode his finger for a short while as we continued to kiss and tried to get his cock out from under his toga.

Suddenly I noticed a man watching us. He was staring open mouthed and he was playing with his cock watching us.

Giggling I reluctantly broke the kiss and said, "We can't fuck here, where can we go?"

He lowered my body and moved toward a door.

"Here," he said and dragged me inside a darkened room.

Still giggling, I clung to him and nibbled his ear while my free hand groped his hard dick.

He stopped suddenly and looking over his shoulder I saw two people already on the bed before us. A man was lying on the bed moaning softly as a woman sucked on his cock. She was semi-naked and her exposed rear and pussy were freely displayed to us. Things were certainly looking up now!

We stood watching them as she expertly sucked his cock and I got my hand inside my man's briefs as he resumed finger fucking me.

I started to wank his cock as we watched them and as I was about to whisper in his ear "lets join them" I recognized the man she was eating.

Those legs were identifiable anywhere, it was Mark, my husband!

I just stopped myself laughing! The cheeky bugger had already "scored" and that wasn't fair! Now I knew what he was doing as he rolled her over and sank his oh so familiar cock full length into her cunt. Suites me, my turn now!

"Not here!" I purred to my man. "Want you to myself," and dragged him toward the door.

We went out without Mark even noticing we had been there and nearly knocked over the man who had been watching us earlier.

"Whoops sorry, just looking for somewhere to fuck!" I giggled to him as I was dragged through another door.

"I don't care if the choir is in here, I'm going to fuck you now girl" he growled as he shut the door behind us.

I was flung onto the bed and he quickly moved between my open legs. The toga had ridden up my body and with my legs wide open, my shaved cunt was fully exposed to his gaze. He moaned and dived between my welcoming thighs.

As he slipped his hands under my legs I nearly screamed out, his hot mouth closing over my wet pussy. His busy tongue went straight into my depths and started to lick the life out of me. He wasn't gentle and I started to breathe heavily as his rough handling moved me around.

Coming up for air he stood up and flipped me over. "I'm going to fuck your arse off woman" he growled and I felt his cock push hard at my arse. I moaned as he pushed against me, his rampant cock trying to push its way into my arsehole.

I wasn't wet enough, my sphincter muscles hadn't let anyone in for some time and he was starting to hurt me as he pushed harder. I was kneeling on the bed with my face down on the covers. I groaned at the assault on me and with a simple wiggle shifted my position.

My hot pussy certainly wasn't "dry" and as his rampant cock slipped away from my arse it greedily sucked him deep into its wet, warm depths.

I cried out as he filled me with rigid dick and I felt his groin slam into my buttocks. With a shout, he started a frantic fucking motion behind me. I love being taken "doggie fashion" and moaned with pleasure as he began fucking me. It had been so long!

Mark normally cums quickly when we did it "doggie" and I was expecting to be filled in seconds by this man. How wrong I was!

He grabbed my hips in his strong hands and began a long hard fuck.

Holding me tight he pulled all the way back then slammed forward into me with the full length of his cock. I felt his cockhead run along the front of my cunt and then slam into my cervix. The feelings created inside me were so gorgeous that I wanted it to go on and on forever!

He continued his slow fuck and I started to loose any idea of time and what was going on around me. This man was truly starting to fuck my brains out.

My body was going weak but he was using his hands to hold me on his cock. Each time he slammed into me my face was driven into a pillow and my shouts of pleasure were muffled in its folds.

Harder and harder my face was driven into the pillow and with each long hard thrust my cunt got hotter and hotter. I gripped the bed with my hands and held on as he continued to plunder my body. I had totally lost control and my orgasm was building quickly inside me.

"Oh God I'm cumming!" I cried as a fantastic climax hit me. He never even paused as I writhed about under him, he just kept fucking and fucking.

Suddenly he stopped and went totally rigid. His cock was held deep inside me. I could feel it hard against the front wall of my cunt. Seconds later he jerked forward and I felt a torrent of hot cum filling me.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cried as he filled me with his hot cum. His hands still held my limp body to him and with my sex-heightened senses I could feel his cum ousing from my cock filled cunt.

He was still semi-hard inside me and as my senses came back I felt him pulling out. A cool waft of air crossed my naked arse as his body disengaged from mine and I collapsed forward onto the bed.

We lay together recovering for a while, my hand working on his semi hard cock. In a few minutes I had him hard again and without much delay he rolled over onto my body and slipped his cock deep into my sodden cunt.

He began a slow rhythmic action which soon had my orgasm rising again as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into me. I moaned and panted, raking at his back and buttocks, egging him on to fuck me harder and harder until we both exploded in a second orgasm.

My ravaged cunt was so full of his cum I could feel it running down between my legs and along my arsehole.

I tried to get him hard again, my arse was ready now, but try as we might, he just wasn't hard enough to get past my sphincter muscles.

After a few moments we gave up and he took my hand and said, "I better take you back to your husband woman, he might be looking for you."

I giggled as I remembered the last sighting I had had of Mark and stopped him as we went through the door. "Fuck my husband" I purred and grabbing his face I kissed him hard on the lips.

He didn't resist as I pulled him back to the bed, his cock was still hard enough to sink in my cunt and he fucked me again.

"What's your name?" I asked when we rolled apart.

He said, "David, and I know you're Claire Stratton."

"What if I need fucking again David?" I asked.

"I'm not far away and I know where you are, if you need me," he answered.

We got up and he took me by the hand and led me down the stairs.

We entered the main party room and I saw Mark chatting with a group of partygoers. I pointed him out and as we moved toward them I thought that one was the woman who had been fucking with Mark in the bedroom.

Mark watched us as we approached and we entered the group as if we didn't recognize anyone. The group easily let us into the conversation and I could see that Mark was looking closely at me.

When "Nobody" left the group, the girl who had been fucking Mark turned to me and said, "It looks like you two have had a good time, I saw him holding you coming down the stairs. It looked like your legs were a bit shaky. Was he that good?"

I smiled back at her and said, "Yes, try him next time."

"Did you enjoy that one's cock?" I indicated Mark.

"Yes," she replied, "and he fucks rather nicely."

"I know," I said quietly, "I remember him well."

We left quite late and as we got into the house Mark poured two drinks and said, "You look as if you've been fucked silly tonight. The one who you came down the stairs with? You leaked his cum in the taxi."

"Me darling? Bet the driver didn't mind, he got a good look at my fucked pussy." I purred.

"Yes, he really banged me hard. Three times, I needed it. It's been too long."

"And you look smug too, was she a good fuck? She looked good when we watched her going down on you." I continued.

"Who was he? The one who came to the group with you?" Mark asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Was he better than me?" He whispered.

"Doggie yes, otherwise not quite, I couldn't get him in my arse, too soft!" I giggled.

Mark poured another glass of wine for me and as he approached I noticed he had a raging hard on. My hem had ridden up and my raw pussy was on full view.

He paused staring into my eyes with "That look."

I melted and reached for his hard erection.

He squirmed as I closed my hands on his cock and started to wank him.

Putting the wine down he moaned as my hot mouth closed over his throbbing knob and I began to take him toward an orgasm.

"Better than her?" I asked easing off him.

"Oh yes, so much better," he said softly and he gripped my shoulders and lifted me up and kissed me passionately our tongues jousting as they had in the past.

"Fuck me Mark, just please fuck me," I pleaded.

The following morning I played softly with his semi erect cock for the first time in ages as we lay entwined in bed together He said:

"Maybe we should think again?"

"Yes, I think we should. We might make next year's Toga Party." I replied as I kissed him and felt his cock harden.

I pulled him onto me and we began making love again for the first time in ages...