A Country Affair

Yorkshire, England. July 10, 1895.

Mr. Evans caught Caroline in the front walkway of the house and asked what she was doing, then remarked on the terribly hot weather, and finally complimented Caroline on her "lovely green dress."

"Excuse me, Mr. Evans, but I'm afraid I really must use the lavatory," Caroline said finally, feeling increasingly flustered and short of breath. She could feel the muggy sweat soaking her crotch and undergarments under her dress as the afternoon sun beat down. It was indeed a hot summer day and it had felt like a long walk back to the house from the picnic, but talking to Mr. Evans for the last few minutes had made her even hotter.

It was Mr. Evan's young son's birthday party and he and his wife had invited a few relatives and neighbors out to their country house for the day, including Caroline and her husband along with their two young sons and daughter. Since Caroline and her husband had moved to the country the previous summer, they had become good friends with the Evans family who lived a few miles away and whose three young children got on well with their own.

Since it was such a lovely summer day, they had all decided to go out for a picnic with the children about a quarter mile from the house. Eventually Caroline had needed to urinate and excused herself to return to the house.

It would be a lie to say Caroline hadn't expected to see Mr. Evans at the house since she had noticed he'd gone back to the house a little while previously to fetch something. In truth, she was hoping to see him there alone, though she wasn't consciously aware of what exactly she hoped for from the encounter. She certainly thought Mr. Evans was a very tall and handsome and strong looking man, much more attractive than her husband, Henry, but she was also a married woman and had never seen herself as the kind of woman who would betray her husband and family with another man. But still she went to the house hoping to catch Mr. Evans alone. Just talking to him made her feel flustered and flushed with lust and amazingly happy all at the same time. She told herself that feeling was all she wanted and nothing more.

"My apologies, Mrs. Stevens. I wouldn't want to delay you relieving yourself any longer," Mr. Evans said. "The lavatory is right upstairs and down the hall. Here, I can show you the way if you'd like."

"Well, I suppose you could show me," Caroline said in a low voice, her face burning red with embarrassment and dripping with sweat as she avoided eye contact with Mr. Evans.

"I'd be most happy to, madam," he said, and lightly taking her by the arm he led Caroline through the front door and into the house. Caroline leaned against Mr. Evan's strong arms and body for support as she climbed the stairs, perhaps a little more than she really needed to. He really was a big man and well-muscled, she thought, and at the same time felt the hot wetness in her cotton drawers soak through so that she almost thought she was wetting herself.

"Right this way," Mr. Evans said, leading her down the short hallway at the top of the stairs to the small lavatory at the far end.

Caroline suddenly felt weak at the knees and lightheaded as the reality of her already improper closeness to Mr. Evans dawned on her and the fact that she was finally alone with this man whom she had so often thought of while she squeezed her thighs together, telling herself it was just a bit of harmless fantasy. This increasingly seemed to be no longer a harmless fantasy and Caroline felt a sudden pang of guilt and fear as she thought about her husband and children back at the picnic only a quarter mile away. So distracted, she stumbled and fell near the door of the lavatory.

Mr. Evans quickly caught her in his strong arms and pulled her up to her knees, asking if she was alright. Caroline kneeled before him on the floor, her large dress lying crumpled around her and looked up at him and into his rugged, masculine, handsome face.

"The heat, sir," she whispered faintly, looking him briefly in the eyes and then quickly averting her gaze to look down again. "It's just the heat."

"Can you get up," he said, pulling her arms up with a surprising strength. She rose up with him but her legs felt weak and shaky, and when she was standing she felt an urge to lean against his big chest. Without thinking, she did so, her arms instinctively wrapping around him as she felt his strong arms wrap around her in a tight embrace. They hugged deeply and tightly for what seemed a long and heavenly moment, and then Caroline felt a soft kiss on the top of her head. Then Mr. Evans put his large hand around the back of her neck and tilted her head up toward him.

Sweat was running down Caroline's forehead and into her eyes as she looked up at him. "Oh... Mr. Evans," Caroline gasped.

"You're so beautiful, Caroline," he said to her as he slowly lowered lips toward hers.

And suddenly, whether it was the sweat running down her face and irritating her eyes, or the emotions flooding through Caroline's body all the way down and up from her loins, she started crying real tears and lunged up toward Mr. Evans face to kiss him wildly and passionately as she had never kissed anyone before.

Caroline grabbed his whole body with her arms and with feverish desperation tried to climb on him or wrap her legs around him. So violent was her lust, that even Mr. Evans with his strong frame was pushed back against the open lavatory door and they both stumbled halfway inside the small room room together.

"Madam," Mr. Evans said sternly, as he pushed her slightly aback from him and held her at arm's length while licking his lip. "Madam, you've bitten my lip with that kissing, if that's what you call it. I can see you're overwhelmed, but you mustn't bite me."

"I'm so sorry!" Caroline said, "I didn't mean to. I don't know what's come over me!" The tears were streaming fully down her face.

"Don't cry, Caroline, this is all very natural. But you must get ahold of yourself a little bit," he said. "Do you really have to relieve yourself? I want you to do it now."

"I think I've already peed myself a little," Caroline said, suddenly beginning to laugh through her tears. It felt like she had a little when he she kissed him.

"That's very natural too," Mr. Evans said with a grin as he leaned in over her again, and this time began to lift up the folds of her dress. Caroline breathlessly helped pull her dress up and then peeled down her white cotton under-drawers. She could feel her drawers were indeed very wet and sticky. As they left her, she suddenly felt the cool air evaporating the liquid from her loins and buttocks and she gasped with relief. At the same time, Mr. Evans pushed her down so that she was sitting on the cold porcelain of the toilet seat lid and looking up at him. She gasped again and they kissed deeply and wildly again until Mr. Evans drew back and began unbuckling his pants.

Caroline sat on the seat looking up at him, the coldness of the seat feeling exquisite on her bare buttocks and loins while her heart raced in her chest. She could scarcely believe what was happening and how things had escalated in just these last few moments.

"Lift up the lid and relieve yourself now, Caroline," Mr. Evans commanded her. Automatically obeying him, she stood up and fumbled to lift the lid up under her dress, turning herself around with her back facing Mr. Evans as she did so.

Suddenly she felt another sense of coolness as Mr. Evans quickly lifted up her dress again from behind, exposing her entire bare buttocks to him. "Oh, Mr. Evans!" Caroline gasped loudly as she felt him grab and squeeze her naked buttocks with his large hands. "Oh, Mr. Evans!" she gasped again more loudly, turning her head to look at him in horny desperation.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" Mr. Evans said, squeezing her buttocks again and suddenly inserting a finger into her dripping sex.

Caroline gasped in shock and ecstasy as she felt his finger inter her. "I'm a married woman, sir," she blurted out in a pleading tone, looking at him desperately, as if begging for him to provide a justification for her to be fucked despite her marital vows.

"And do you want to be fucked?" Mr. Evans repeated again.

Caroline looked back at him with a look of shame and lust mixed together, her lips quivering. "Someone could c-c-could... catch us," she said, tears brimming in her eyes again.

"No one will catch us," Mr. Evans said firmly, and Caroline could already feel the warm head of something large and throbbing pressing into her own swollen and dripping sex as he spoke.

"Please, sir, don't," Caroline suddenly sobbed, overwhelmed with emotions. "Please don't."

"Answer my question. Do you want to be fucked?" Mr. Evans repeated again, his voice stern and commanding. Already Caroline could feel his cock beginning to enter her sex and she instinctually pushed herself back into his cock as she gasped in ecstasy. Wordlessly, she felt him fully enter her sex from the rear and she let out a guttural groan of pleasure. Mr. Evans cock felt very big and it hurt her at first as much as it overwhelmed her with ecstasy. She whimpered as his cock penetrated her sex deeper and he began to slowly fuck her.

"Oh, Mr. Evans... ohhhh nooo... please don't... please stooop," Caroline whined in the feeblest pretense of a protest. "But I haven't even relieved myself...."

In answer to her last objection, Mr. Evans pushed her hindquarters down over the toilet bowl so that she squatted over it awkwardly as he fucked her. "You may relieve yourself now, if you wish," Mr. Evans grunted down to her.

"Oooohhh, siiiir!" she whimpered, tears flowing down her face as a warm and deeply overwhelming sensation she had only rarely experienced using her own fingers took hold over her.

Her leg pressed crookedly against the edge of the toilet bowl where Mr. Evans had her pinned as he fucked her, but she wouldn't notice the soreness until later. With each powerful and rhythmic thrust of his cock, Caroline began to cry out softly in a half-delirium, her inhibitions evaporating like the piss and sweat on her now reddened and sex-swollen nether regions. She knew she was being fucked like a dirty whore and she suddenly wanted very much to be dirty and say dirty things, and so she did. "Sir... I'm going to relieve myself... I'm going to piss on you... all over you... you're fucking me like shit... oh God.... fucking the shit out of me... in the shitting room... fucking me.... sir, this is so dirty... I'm a married woman, I am... oh my God...."

"Do you like being fucked, woman?" Mr. Evans asked her again as his heavy cock and balls fucked her quivering frame over the toilet bowl.

"Oh, God, yes, yes, yessss," Caroline finally hissed, fully giving in to her lust and surrendering herself completely to Mr. Evans' powerful cock thrusts. She felt fully in his power and that she was his woman, his bitch, his whore, and she pushed herself harder and more desperately back against each of his powerful cock thrusts.

"That's a good girl," Mr. Evans replied, giving her ass a firm slap. She had stopped crying.

A few thrusts later and Caroline finally did piss all over him, or it felt like she did. As she did, she violently heaved forward against the back of the toilet and hit her face against the wall as her juices gushed out of her throbbing sex against Mr. Evans' cock, who likewise growled and pinned her fully against the wall as he fucked her with a final vicious fury until his pulsing cock finally ejaculated deep inside of her wet and gaping womanhood. At the same time, Caroline's sex let out loud farting and sloshing sounds she had never heard before and that embarrassed her even more than her own vaginal incontinence.

Mr. Evans let his cock rest inside her for a short while as they both panted against the toilet. Then finally he pulled his cock out of her and pulled her around to a sitting position facing him again. She sat down on the toilet in front of him, legs shaking so that she didn't think she could stand. His sizable cock continued to throb in front of her.

Caroline looked up at his cock with a last look of longing and lust before looking down, hanging her head in shame and beginning to cry again despite her euphoria. Mr. Evans put his fingers under her chin tilted her head up at him. "Why are you crying, Caroline? There's nothing to be ashamed of," he said softly. "You did a very natural thing. And I love you." He bent down to kiss her again as she sat on the toilet and she kissed him back, wildly, desperately, as she had before--wanting it to last forever.

Then Mr. Evans pulled away. "But we must get back to the picnic," he said. "I imagine you'll need to stay here and freshen up. I wish I could stay longer."

"Oh, Mr. Evans," Caroline said, her face dripping with so much sweat and tears there was no way of telling which it was. "Please... oh... oh God," she stammered through her tears.

"Please don't cry, my love. Don't cry," Mr. Evans said as he took her head in his hands and kissed her again for a few more moments. "But you must straighten yourself out and we must return to the picnic."

"B-b-but... will I see you again?" Caroline asked pleadingly, all else forgotten in her overpowering love and lust.

"Like this? Of course, Caroline. If you wish," Mr. Evans said. "This will be our delicious secret for as long as you want."

"Oh, God... oh thank you," Caroline said, suddenly feeling a sense of immense gratitude and love toward Mr. Evans for what he had done to her.

"Until next time then," Mr. Evans said, and quickly turned and left the lavatory, closing the door behind him.

Caroline reached after him as he left and listened to his heavy footfalls on the stairs leaving the house as she now sat alone in the lavatory, panting and drenched with sweat and other juices. After a while she urinated and touched her sex and clitoris some more, rubbing Mr. Evans' cum deeper into her gaping, dripping sex, which made more farting sounds as air was forced in and out of it along with the musky juices and cum. The guilt she had felt was still there but for the moment her lust continued to overwhelm it. She wanted Mr. Evans inside her. She wanted his manhood. She wanted him to fuck her again.

After a few minutes, she forced herself to stop and made an attempt to mop up the water and urine on the floor and around the toilet with a cloth in the lavatory before finally standing on shaky legs and flushing the toilet. It was then that she felt the sore spots on her legs and face where she had hit herself on the wall while Mr. Evans fucked her against it. She looked in the mirror and drank water and washed her face and cried some more as she did so, trying to force all the tears out. She looked very sweaty and like she had been crying, but she hoped she wouldn't look too bad by the time she made her way back to the picnic. Her drawers were soaked but she put them back on again even though they itched her. How she longed for her naked rump to be bare and at Mr. Evans' mercy again.

The guilt did return stronger when she finally returned to the picnic, miserable and dripping again with sweat while her wet underwear itched more than ever. She felt hot and miserable inside and out, and began cursing herself for having been so stupid and selfish just now. She wasn't a stupid woman. She knew Mr. Evans didn't really love her. She had been seduced, almost raped by him. He had taken advantage of her. And now she was hot and wet and miserable and felt like the most miserable and degraded whore in the world. And she had disgraced her family, dishonored her husband. If he ever found out she would rather kill herself. She began to feel sick and nauseous.

Caroline tried not to look at Mr. Evans for the rest of the picnic as she sat down next to her husband, Henry, and hugged him.

"Gosh, you look hot, Caroline. Are you alright," Henry asked.

"Just the heat, is all," Caroline said.

Soon they all decided to return to the house, however, and within an hour the whole family got back on the carriage and bid goodbye to the Evans family.

Caroline bathed herself thoroughly that night in the wash basin after bathing her three children with the help of the maid. There was a bruise on her right leg from where Mr. Evans had pinned it against the toilet, and her left cheekbone was sore from where it had hit the lavatory wall in the feverish jolts of their lust. Her sex was sore too from how he had fucked her and she was throughly exhausted. The guilt was overwhelming her more strongly than ever. As she looked at her children, she thought with horrified shame at how she had dishonored and disgraced them as well as their father. If they ever found out, they would never forgive her. How could she have surrendered herself to another man as she had done? She felt sickened and couldn't make herself eat dinner, saying she was feeling a little under the weather.

But Caroline still made an effort to make love to her husband, Henry, that night for the first time in over a week.

Thankfully it was quick as usual. Although her sex was sore, she barely felt him inside of her. She realized her husband's manhood was much smaller than Mr. Evans', and then felt sick with guilt for having thought of that. It didn't matter that her husband was smaller, she told herself. She held her husband close in the dark and writhed under him, trying to enjoy it and feel him, making much more of an effort than she usually did.

"Frisky tonight, eh, Caroline?" Henry said with obvious satisfaction as he thrust rapidly in and out of her.

"I love you, Henry," Caroline answered. "Please fill me up." And he did and Caroline felt a warm orgasmic sensation she had very rarely felt with Henry. But as she thrust her hips up toward him, she was thinking of Mr. Evans big, powerful cock and strong body fucking her mercilessly over the toilet bowl while her juices and urine squirted out onto him as she whined in exquisite jolts of pain and shame and lust.

"I love you so much," she murmured to her husband afterward when he collapsed exhausted next to her.

"I love you, too, Caroline. You're the best wife and mother a man could ask for," he replied as he kissed her on the lips. "And I hope you feel better in the morning."

She did love him and that made her pangs of guilt all the stronger. Henry didn't deserve the way she had betrayed and dishonored him today and even in her mind just a moment ago as she imagined Mr. Evans fucking her instead of him. He was a good man and had always been a loving husband to her and father to their three children. She wanted to confess everything to him at once and plead and beg on her knees for his forgiveness, to do a million penances for the rest of her life, to be his slave and be perfectly obedient to her husband for all eternity.

She could even say she had been seduced and it wasn't her fault. And she sort of had, hadn't she? Women were not supposed to be as strong-willed as men, and she had said no to Mr. Evans but he hadn't listened. But she knew she couldn't do that. She could never do that. She had ultimately gone along with it and crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and the guilt of what she had done must stay with her and haunt her to the grave.

Mr. Evans had ruined her and ruined her only chance for happiness in the happy married family life she had lived with her husband for the past seven years. Her life was forever changed by five minutes of sinful lust with a man she had only known for a year since they had moved out to the country last summer and rarely even spoken to. Because of Mr. Evans and her own shameful choices, she was a ruined, guilty whore now and always would be, and her husband and family would forever bear the dishonor of it too, even if they never found out--and she could only hope to God that they never would. She had even dishonored Mr. Evans' own wife, Elizabeth, and his children by causing him to be unfaithful.