“I’m home” called Adrian, as he unlocked the front door of their large Edwardian property. He loved this house, and it was probably the one thing he would miss if he and Imelda were to part.
“Where the hell have you been?” demanded Imelda, petulantly. She was lounging on the sofa, in the usual pyjamas and socks.
Adrian glanced at her, finding it hard to disguise his disgust at what she had become. “I’ve just left two gorgeous, sexy women, to come to this” he thought, as Imelda began her usual whining. “Why don’t you come home sooner? I’m lonely” she moaned. “And it’s the cooks’ day off. You said you were getting the meal ready tonight”.
“For fuck’s sake” he shouted at her. “Just what the fuck do you actually do all day? I’ve been working, and took some friends for a meal, as reward for a job well done. Why the hell haven’t you eaten already?”
“Why didn’t you take me out for a meal? We rarely go out together anymore” she whinged.
“Take a look in the fucking mirror” he said, savagely. “Do you really think I want to be seen out with you? Look at the state of you: you expect me to want to take you out, when you lie there looking like an old hag? I don’t fucking think so!”
“Daddy wouldn’t like you talking to me like that” she whimpered. “He would be furious”.
“I don’t care anymore about what your old man thinks” he replied. “I feel like walking out of here; after all, what have I got to look forward to coming home to? A thirty eight year old, who looks like a fucking gran”. He turned on his heel, muttering, “I’m going to bed”.
“Wait for me, I’ll come with you” she replied, suddenly afraid of him leaving her. What would she tell her family and friends? She could never hold her head up with the ‘in-crowd’ again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise” she said, in a wheedling voice.
“Fucking hurry up then, I’m shattered” he said angrily, taking the stairs two at a time.
In the bright light of the bedroom, he took a good look at her prematurely aged face, and thought to himself “What the hell did I ever find attractive? No wonder I play away from home”.
Imelda took her pyjamas off, and stood there, with her belly hanging over her panties, and her hands covering her droopy tits. “Make love to me” she pleaded. “I’ve missed you”. Adrian could see a marked comparison between her body and Sara’s delicious soft, round curves, and grabbed the tops of her arms angrily, pushing her backwards onto the bed.
“You want to fuck? Ok, let’s fuck!”
“Please don’t be crude” she whined. “And turn the light off, you know I’m shy”.
As he got up to turn the light off, he whipped his pants off and began wanking, because he knew how much she hated it. “You want this cock, don’t you?” he demanded. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck your cunt and ass”.
“Please don’t use those words, I’m a lady” she pleaded.
“I give up” he thought. “I will have to think about this afternoon to get turned on. I’m fucking glad she wants the light off, I won’t have to look at her ugly mug”.
He turned the light off and moved swiftly over to the bed. Only now, in the dark, would she get naked, and pulled her panties off. Adrian knelt on the bed, and pushed his knee between hers roughly, parting her legs. “You want fucking? You’re going to get it” he said, and with that, he forced his cock into her shrivelled dry cunt.
“Please darling, be gentle” she whimpered.
That just inflamed him even more, and he reached into the bedside cabinet for the lube. He pulled his cock out, and gave it a good helping of KY, then rolled her onto her front.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice muffled by the pillows.
“I’m going to give you what you want” he sneered. He raised her hips into the air and plunged his hard dick into her ass, almost punishing her for not being Sara. She cried into the pillow as he began pumping his cock in and out.
“Please darling, be gentler. I will try and be more adventurous, I promise”.
“Well now’s the time to start” he gasped as he jerkily came, his spunk flooding her ass. He swiftly pulled his cock out, rolled over, and promptly began snoring.
Imelda lay wide awake in the dark, wondering when everything had started to go wrong. Daddy had always told her not to marry him, that she was too good for him, but she had too much pride to admit that he was right. “I have to start taking care of myself, and do more of what he wants in bed” she thought to herself. “No wonder he wants a bit of excitement”. And as he hadn’t bothered to do anything to her, she stroked her cunt until she had a dry, not altogether satisfying, orgasm. “Tomorrow, I will start” she promised herself, as she too began snoring.
The following morning, she actually got up before he went to work, and made him a coffee. He was more than surprised to find her standing in the kitchen when he came downstairs, his hair still damp from the shower.
“Morning darling” she said “Can I get you some breakfast?”
He glanced at her, surprised at the change in attitude. Maybe he should ass-fuck her more often, he thought, wryly.
“If you want to do what we did last night, again, just give me a bit of time to get prepared” she announced.
He looked at her, shocked. “What? Fuck you in the ass?” he asked, amazed at her actually talking about sex.
“Please, I have asked you not to be so crude” she replied.
“Oh for god’s sake, lighten up. Why not say ‘fuck’ when you are talking about sex? Normal couples use it all the time. Anyway, time I wasn’t here” and he turned to put his jacket on. Picking up his briefcase, he called “See you later” without even turning to look at her.
“Where’s my kiss? I’m not going to see you all day”.
“Good god, her attitude has really changed” he thought. She sidled up to him, with a strange grin on her face. “Maybe we can make love again tonight?” she simpered, before stretching up to kiss him. He turned away, hurriedly. “For god’s sake, call a fuck a fuck” he shouted in her face, before storming out of the door.
On the tube, he thought about Imelda’s behaviour. He really was beginning to despise her. “Ok, enough about her, let’s think about more pleasant things, like Francesca riding my knob, or Sara sticking a dildo up herself”. The journey passed much more quickly, and he couldn’t wait to get into the office.
When he got there, Sara and Francesca were whispering together in the corner. Both of their faces turned red when he said a cheery “Morning”, and strode past them into his office.
The women were discussing the antics of the day before. “I wonder when it will happen again?” said Sara. “The sooner, the better for me” replied Francesca. “I can’t wait to feel Adrian inside me. If he really gets to like me, you never know, he could leave that vile wife of his” she said, closer to the truth than she knew.
“Did you enjoy what we did?” Sara asked, with a question in her voice.
“I did” said Francesca, “You tasted fabulous”,
“OK, meet me in the restroom in five minutes” Sara whispered, “I have a surprise in store for you”. In truth, she had been so turned on by the whole event; she was dying to taste young Francesca.
Five minutes later, Francesca entered the beautifully decorated restroom, and looked around for Sara. “Where are you?” she said, and immediately turned to the last cubicle when she heard Sara’s voice. “Come here” demanded Sara, and pulled Francesca into her for a long slow kiss. Their tongues were soon darting in and out of each other’s throats, their breath quickening. Francesca could feel her nipples straining against the material of her silk blouse, and wanted Sara’s hands on her.
“Stand on the toilet” ordered Sara. Francesca did as she was told, and stood on the seat. Sara stood at the perfect height, and put her hands on the back of Francesca’s thighs. She inched them upwards, and soon reached the soft buttocks. Tugging gently, she pulled Francesca’s panties down to her ankles. “Hold on to my shoulder, and let’s take them off” she whispered. Francesca obliged, lifting one foot after the other, and then pulled her skirt up to her hips. Her soft curly hair was next to Sara’s warm mouth, and they wasted no time. Sara slid her fingers up the soft skin of Francesca’s inner thighs, steadily rising higher until she could feel the heat from her cunt. She parted the lips softly, and blew on Francesca’s clit.