Usha's Story
Chapter 3 - Ruth's secret
Good fortune was with Jolene; looking out the window of the pub kitchen where she was preparing food for the lunchtime customers, she spotted the very person she had been waiting to talk to. Ruth Archer was sitting in the sunshine in the Bull's garden, obviously waiting for someone, as the pub was not due to open for another hour.
"Ruth! Hi! You're too early if you are waiting for a drink", called Jolene in a friendly voice, knowing full well that Ruth was never likely to visit the Bull at lunchtime, or alone.
"Oh, hello, Jolene. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your garden. I was just waiting for the village shop to reopen. I think Susan must be running late - she is usually there by now," Ruth responded.
"No problem - you're more than welcome. In fact, I need to have a word with you anyway, but not here. Come inside - I have something to show you."
Jolene turned and walked away before Ruth could reply. Baffled as to what Jolene could possibly have of interest to show her, Ruth nevertheless followed her into the pub via the kitchen door.
"Through here," Jolene said over her shoulder, indicating the office.
Ruth perceived a change in Jolene's demeanour; she seemed less friendly and more business-like somehow. Ruth was at a loss to understand what was going on, but she was very soon to find out.
The office was a simple affair, a desk with drawers and filing trays and two chairs. Ruth noted the tidy paperwork and could easily imagine how organised and efficient Jolene and Sid were in running their business.
"Sit down, Ruth." It wasn't said in invitation from Jolene; more like an instruction to an errant employee. Ruth did as she was told, albeit hesitantly.
"What's this about, Jolene? What do you have to show me - and why is it necessary to talk in here?" Ruth said, in the most assertive voice she could muster. She wasn't used to, and didn't like, being pushed around.
"Don't take that tone with me, Ruth Archer. You might think yourself and your family to be something special around here, but I know you for what you really are!" Jolene snapped.
"What do you mean by that?" Ruth said, but with much less confidence than before.
"I mean that I know what a slut you can be!" Jolene put emphasis on the insult.
"How dare you call me that?"
Ruth rallied with all the vigour she could muster, but, in reality, she was genuinely scared and her insides were turning to jelly.
Jolene looked hard at the frightened woman. She could almost smell Ruth's fear and knew she had her.
"Because it's true, and I have the proof."
Reaching in a drawer, she took out a glossy print and dropped it in front of a pale and shaken Ruth.
Ruth stared in disbelief at the photograph. She could not speak, but had she been able to, she would not have been in any position to argue that it was she in the picture, and that she was performing oral sex on a large penis. A penis that she had been very familiar with in the not too distant past.
Ruth was unable to meet Jolene's eyes as the latter fixed her with a look of huge satisfaction.
"I have plenty more if that doesn't convince you." Jolene eventually broke the silence and dropped a second photograph onto the desk. Through tear-filled eyes, Ruth looked at the bright, alive eyes of the woman in the picture and the indecently exhibited thick, white semen coating her tongue and lips.
Noting Ruth's capitulation and near state of hysteria, Jolene, followed up her advantage with two more pictures that she had selected for today's purpose.
Ruth was numb and barely looked at the latest revelations, but she recognised the dildo and Sam.
"I'm not an unreasonable woman, Ruth, so I am going to give you a choice. You can either agree to what I am going to tell you, or copies of these," - she indicated the photographs - "and some others will be posted to your husband, his stuck-up family and on the internet. Understand so far?"
Ruth could only nod her head.
Jolene outlined what she expected of Ruth, but with the minimum of detail. She was to come to the Bull, dressed for a party in her most revealing clothes, the evening after next. She would be helping Jolene to entertain a few of Sid's friends and should not expect to be going home until late.
"I can't do that!" gasped Ruth, truly shocked.
"Can't or won't?" snapped Jolene. "By the look of these," - she indicated towards the photographs again - "you seem well enough qualified, so it can't be 'can't.' So that leaves 'won't', and you already know the consequences if that's the case! Like I said, I'm not unreasonable. You have until this time tomorrow to confirm you will do it, otherwise...." She left the sentence intentionally unfinished.
Ruth left the Bull by the same door as she had entered. She was in a complete state of panic and forgetting her original reason for coming out, she walked past the shop and hurried home. She broke down totally as soon as she arrived home and cried loudly. Fortunately, the house was empty and her wailing went unheard.
Ruth and David had been married around 16 years when she started her affair with Sam. Sure, she had been tempted before and enjoyed the odd slow dance at a party but had never gone further than a snog and a grind against a stiff erection. Sam was different; that was love rather than lust, which isn't to say their times together were not lustful - indeed they were very sexual, often leading to urgent couplings to address mutual physical needs.
Sam was young, fit and handsome in a rustic way. She still blushed when she thought back to some of the things they had done together, the risks they had taken. It was inevitable that David would eventually find out about her feelings for Sam. God, if he only knew the real truth!
It had started innocently enough. Ruth and Sam worked closely together and she had always enjoyed his company. Sam was a very fit guy, and many local females had lusted after him, some quite openly. Even her friend Usha had had the hots for him. The time Ruth and Sam spent together inevitably led to a more intimate relationship - without being physical in any way.
That changed when Ruth turned up at Sam's cottage, upset and in tears following a fight with her husband David, over his continued attention toward an old girlfriend. Sam comforted Ruth and took her in his strong arms. She felt safe and happy pressed against him and she was genuinely surprised when he kissed her.
It wasn't a kiss of a friend.
It was passionate, and she responded accordingly despite her head telling her not to. Eventually she pulled away from him and said that she had to leave. Leave, she did, but throughout that night she was unable to get Sam and his kiss out of her mind.
They both tried to carry on as if nothing had happened, but, when Sam admitted to Ruth that he was in love with her and could not continue being remote, and had decided to resign and move away, she begged him not to and threw herself into his arms. They made love for the first time together that same afternoon.
Ruth was nervous as she made her way to Sam's cottage on that first occasion - hardly surprising, given that she had not had sex with anyone other than her husband in 16 years of marriage.
Naked, Sam was, Ruth noticed with some trepidation, extremely well-endowed, but he was loving and gentle to begin with, kissing her lips and body, licking the inside of her thighs and working his way to her pussy. He ate her expertly, probing with his tongue, opening her pink inner lips and finding her clit with his tongue until he recognised the positive responses from Ruth's body.
His lovemaking then became more urgent and he moved up to position his substantial cock head against her entrance. He slowly worked the length of his phallus into Ruth, inch by inch, until he was buried up to his balls. With her knees drawn up and her legs wrapped around his back, she was able to accommodate every inch of his length and girth. Sam ploughed her relentlessly to a mutually fulfilling climax. Her adultery was complete as she reached orgasm and cried out as her lover emptied his spunk filled balls into her unfaithful cunt.
After the euphoria of their orgasm had subsided, Ruth quickly dressed and without a word, dashed back the short distance home. She was guilt-ridden and dreaded David returning. She occupied herself preparing dinner but need not have worried, David appeared relaxed and talkative. She did not protest when later in bed he spooned up against her, his erection pressing into her.
If David was surprised at how wet his wife was as he entered her, then he did not show it, and began to rhythmically saw his cock into her. Little did he know that much of the lubrication he was benefiting from had been provided by one of his employees only a few hours previously.
Ruth took her husband's cock into her, as she had so many times before; only this time all she could think about was Sam fucking her. Conscience brushed aside by her growing arousal, she pushed back onto her husband's cock and came as she imagined her lover once again buried deep inside her.
The longer the affair lasted the more intense it got. They could hardly touch without it progressing to hot sex. Nor did they care where they had sex. Ruth lost count of the number of times she had knelt in front of Sam in the milking shed and worshiped his wonderful cock and balls with her mouth. He produced so much spunk and ejaculated so powerfully that she was hard pressed to swallow it all and often ended up with come running from her mouth and down her chin.
