Green Green Grass Of Home

This work has been written by INKENT and published solely on the Literotica platform. I have no issues with re-writes if someone fancy's it or extending the tale, but please let me know if you see this crop up on any other platform. I'm sure that any other author on here would appreciate the same courtesy too.

This one can find its roots in many of the stories I've read on Lit. It's harsh and is seen through the eyes of the people seeking something 'extra'. I've previously tried to cover scenarios where spouses believed they have been cheated on therefore making it acceptable for them to do the same or emotional trauma such as feeling abandoned of through severe loss. This one is far simpler, is the green grass better the other side of the fence?

It does have a scene where it blurs the edges of consent, it's easy to spot when you encounter it, if it's not your thing, just skip a few paragraphs, you'll get the jest beyond that.

Green, Green Grass of Home

Sarah stood up as Tom Whitemoor, the senior account analyst, was running through her section's sale figures and he failed to respond to her first question.

"I'm sorry Tom, for once you have made a mistake, my own calculations show you are five percent adrift on our figures....yes, there. You haven't included the new account for Rowlinsons, it's the biggest single order from a new account we've ever had."

Tom was slightly flustered, not used to being challenged so directly, he tapped away on his laptop, apologising somewhat sheepishly once he realised his error. Sarah ran her hand across the side of her forehead, pushing her long blonde hair down, as her hand moved away.

She smiled at Tom, then sat back down around the table, the smile indicating a small victory over someone that didn't usually take prisoners.

*********

Sue sat in the canteen with her lunch as Sarah appeared to breeze in, watching her smiling and chatting as she moved through the queue gathering her food and drink before sashaying over to her friend.

"Oh my god Sarah, I couldn't believe what you did earlier, you were so confident when you stood and tackled Tom. We've seen him rip the most hardened sales rep to shreds before, yet he rolled over like a pussycat when you challenged him!"

They both chuckled as they began eating lunch. After a few minutes, Sue noticed her friend seemed slightly different, happier, and she looked like her thoughts were elsewhere. Sarah's lips occasionally curled up slightly into a discreet smile.

"I don't know, you took on Tom and swatted him away, you walked through the canteen with a definite sway to your hips, and you're sitting here, with your mind drifting off somewhere pleasant. You're like the cat that got the cream."

Sarah pursed her lips, then looked around to make sure they couldn't be overheard. She leant in towards Sue, who followed suit, she could see this could be some juicy news or gossip. When Sarah did start to speak, it was slow with a sexy tone about her.

"Yessss, you're quite right. This kitty's had helpings of single cream, double cream plus some clotted cream to boot!"

Sarah laughed, the tone hinted at mischievousness as Sue looked at her quizzically, the statement didn't make any sense to her. Just at the point she was going to ask a question, Sarah beat her to it.

"Tell me Sue, do I seem any different to you today? If so, why do you think that it is?"

"You do seem more confident. Your walk, it's got a certain gait to it, you've got an air of, I don't know, sexy superiority? Yes, not smug, like you could take charge of anything thrown your way...like how you pulled Tom up earlier."

Sarah nodded, accepting the comment.

"So, the second part of my question, why? Why do you think I'm different from last week?"

"I don't know, when I said you looked like the cat that got the cream said you'd had a mixture of cream, I don't know what you mean by that."

Sarah leant in so her lips were almost touching Sue's ear and whispered to her;

"Tony gave me a helping of single cream Friday, Saturday and last night plus, two hot bodied guys.....let's just say they gave me a good helping of double cream on Thursday night. Ooh yes, I've also had more than my fair share of clotted cream to swallow too!"

Sarah pulled back, her expression said '

how about that then

' with a cheeky smirk plastered across her face. She resumed eating her lunch as Sue looked at her stunned by the revelation. Leaning forward as far as she could towards her friend, she whispered a response.

"You are joking, right? You're saying you made love to two men when you were away last Thursday night, then made love to Tony the following three nights? Is he OK with what you've done?"

Sarah put her knife and fork down, then waved a hand as if dismissing part of Sue's comment. She checked to see that nobody was within earshot before speaking to Sue again.

"You want the low down...here we go. No, those two men didn't make love to me they

fucked me,

fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Then......."

She let a low throaty laugh slip from her lips.

"Then after they

fucked me, I fucked

them until they were both spent, with nothing left to give me. Now, how's that for a forty-three-year-old wife with two teenage kids? I made two thirty something year olds day, or should I say night."

"But, but what about Tony, what did he say?"

Sue's eyes were now wide, her mouth hung open at the shock of Sarah's confession.

"Tony was fine with it, I mean, he doesn't

know

what happened, but when I dragged him up to bed on Friday night when I got home, he reaped all the rewards, and then some!"

It was at that point their friend Rose came and joined them, the discussion turned to work and general office gossip before they returned to work.

Sue could hardly concentrate during the afternoon. Initially she thought Sarah was pulling her leg, but she quickly came to the conclusion she was telling the truth. She now understood the analogy to cream. She was referring to the men cumming, then there was the comment about clotted cream. The thought didn't sit well with her, she may give her husband blowjobs but she never swallowed, the taste was unpleasant to her and yet Sarah had implied she had swallowed semen. Did she mean from each man? She would have to find out more, what possessed Sarah to do it? Is it something she's always done, and Sue had been blind as to what her friend was doing. Before she knew it, it was time to go home.

*********

At home she couldn't get Sarah's confession out of her mind. What

did

she do, just walk up to two men in the hotel and ask if they would take her to bed? In the room, did they take turns, did the other one watch? It was just so alien to her. She had met her husband in college, they were both virgins, and both had gone out with people before getting together. Sue had had a few fumbles in parked cars, even let someone put their hand inside her knickers as she stroked him, but it didn't last long, it was literally a couple minutes before he ejaculated and it splashed all over her black dress. She didn't realise it would dry out so quickly and be glaring obvious as to what it was.

It was slightly slower with Dave, there was some kissing and cuddling but he remained a gentleman. Six months into their relationship, he took her out for a romantic meal and popped the question, she agreed and they were making love in a hotel room later that night for the first time. He was caring and compassionate, she knew he was the man for her. Since that night twenty-three years ago, Dave had been the only man who had ever made love to her, he told her he loved her as much today as when they first met, and every time they made love it was the best feeling in the world.

As for other women, he had always been faithful, she once found a porno magazine hidden in his drawer when she was pregnant with Chloe, he apologised over and over. On the cover was the picture of a woman that had a passing resemblance to Sue and since sex had been difficult during her pregnancy, he had taken the magazine into the bathroom when he struggled. Sue was initially upset, but actually came to feel quite proud of herself. He was masturbating to a picture of a woman who was simply somebody that she saw as a lesser version of herself, a poor substitute. Her answer was to ensure that he would receive plenty of hand relief and the odd blowjob to help her husband remain healthy.

*********

In bed that night she rolled onto her side, her fingers stroked Dave's flaccid cock as she started to kiss his ear before trailing kisses down his face, neck then finally taking a nipple in her mouth. He has sensitive nipples and shuddered as she gently rolled them between her teeth.

"Mmmm this is a pleasant surprise, it's not normal for you to feel frisky on a Monday night, something got your motor running today?"

Sue thought about telling him about Sarah, but decided on a different tack.

"I had a sexy dream last night, a vivid, dirty, sexy dream and I'll admit, its turned me on."

Dave gently took her hand from his hardening cock and rolled onto his side, facing her.

"Just when I think you could never surprise me, you pull something out of the hat. Do you want to talk about? If you don't it's not a problem, we all dream."

Sue decided to go for it. She had a plan.

"I dreamt I was in a hotel, dressed up because you'd promised me the hottest night of my life. You told me where to go, which room to check into and how to dress. Then I was to wait for you in the bar."

"Mmm this does sounds good, and pray tell, how had I asked you to dress?"

"You asked me to dress like a high-end escort, the works, from head to toe."

Sue noticed his breathing deepen, without looking down her hand moved back to continue stroking his cock to harness to discover a rock-solid piece of hard flesh. Taking it in hand, she slowly started to jerk it up and down. She felt good about where this was going.

"So, what happened in your dream?"

Sue continued, her voice low and sultry.

"I stepped into the bar, it was filled with businessmen socialising. I felt hungry eyes devouring me as I sat up on a bar side stool, a quick flash of my stocking tops only fuelled their lustful gazes."

"What happened when I arrived?"

Sue knew this is where he could baulk, moving down she pushed him gently so he was on his back, then took his cock in her mouth, sucking hard as her lips travelled south until his pubic hairs tickled her nose. Desperately trying to control her gag reflex, she stayed like that as long as she could, then slowly slid her lips back up his cock before letting it slip from her lips, letting him see the strands of drool dripping from her bottom lip. His chest was flushed red, his heightened state of arousal clearly visible.

Barely able to speak, he urged her on to continue, but didn't make it clear if he meant the story or the blow job. She was going to alternate between the two.

"The thing is Dave, you messaged me, the car had broken down on the motorway, and you'd been told by the AA you had a long wait. You told me to use the room and you would get the car home with the AA and come and meet me in the morning."

"What did you do?"

"I was in a quandary, for over a week you'd been teasing me, telling me of all the wicked and wanton things you planned to do to me, making me lay in the bath the night before and shave my kitty in front of you as you slowly jacked your cock over me, but denied your own release, and not let me touch your cock to help fulfil my own release. In my dream you spent the week egging me on, little touches, allowing your fingertip to tease my clit or pussy lips for mere seconds, even climbing between my legs rubbing your rock-hard cock up and down my slippery kitty, but never pushing it further. You left me high and dry in the hotel bar, hornier than I've ever been, with a roomful of hungry men."

Sue took his cock back in her mouth, the tip slippery with precum which she did her best to ignore trying to stop the gagging sensation from the salty taste she deplored. Up and down, the wet slurping sounds music to Dave's ears as the mixed oral and aural assault continued. Again, she slowed, letting the cock make a popping noise as it left her mouth. She moved, straddling his body, rubbing her sticky slit across the length of his cock.

"You left me Dave, left me reeking of arousal in amongst a pack of wolves. One finally comes over, a good-looking man like you. One drink later, we are arm in arm walking to what should be our room."

"Please tell me you didn't, please tell me you came to your senses?"

Reaching down, she gripped his cock, straining hard it actually resisted being pulled upright before putting the head into the hot sticky opening between her legs, just imagining she was in Sarah's shoes made her want this now. With no further words she dropped down hard, it felt like his cock pushed up to her diaphragm, expelling all air from her lungs. letting out a guttural growl of "

oh fuck

" served to fuel her own and Dave's lust. As soon as he bottomed out, she lifted herself back up and found an almost violent rhythm as she bounced up and down with passion.

Within a minute she carried on where she'd left off relaying the supposed dream to Dave, but it was now a breathy whisper, interspersed with deep breaths as her lungs fought to find sufficient air to support the hard and fast pace she'd set.

"I needed it, as soon...as...as the lift door closed....he...he clamped his mouth over mine, his hand...his hand mauling my boobs...and I wanted it....I

needed

it.....we barely made it int...into the room before he star...started to strip the dress from me....his eyes....his eyes feasting on the expensive lingerie that...that...that was supposed to be for you....but now, now it was....it was for

him

. He pushed me back on the bed, and mounted me, his big cock plowi......OH FUCKING GOD, FUCK, OH FUCK!"

Never in her life had she cum so hard or violently, Dave felt the muscles in her pussy pulsing and gripping his cock, at one point she gripped his cock so hard that, by time she had sank down so their groins were touching, the weight overcame the grip and his cock moved as if he was back inside the virgin he made love to years ago. That was enough to tip him over the edge, his hands gripped her hips as he started to erupt inside her, his body trying to arch upwards and set rigid as if he'd turned to stone as he reached and held his peak. It was short and intense, they both lay looking at the ceiling, gulping to draw in air as if the room was devoid of oxygen.

"That was unexpected...and incredibly....shit, if you have any more kinky dreams like that, I've not a problem if you share them, especially if we both come like that."

All sue could do was mutter "uh huh" as her heart rate climbed back down from the dizzy rate it had been beating. It wasn't long before Dave was snoring gently, but she couldn't sleep. Was that how Sarah felt, when two strangers fucked her? She had just felt as if every fibre in her body had experienced sexual bliss simultaneously, and it was incredible. Had Sarah experienced some form of sexual nirvana beyond this last Thursday night? Laying there with her mind lost imagining the sexual acts that Sarah had possibly performed, she then proceeded to do something she had never done before, at least with Dave so close to her. She started to rub her clit in little circles, imagining Dave had been stud number 1 and now stud number 2 was fucking her. Her sex was puffy, the skin sensitive to her touch as she used the creamy mess that he fingers dipped in and out of to use as a lubricant as she caressed her clit.

By time she was on the precipice of cumming again, it took an unimaginable level of concentration not to cry out and buck around, the intensity almost surreal and desperate not to wake Dave, she put the back of her wrist into her mouth and bit hard, enough to see her teeth marks once she started to finally come down from the high of the orgasm that had swept through her body and mind. Afterward, like Dave, she slipped into a blissful night of sleep.

*********

Dave was up and gone before she was up the next morning, it wasn't often she didn't stir when he awoke for work, but today was one of those days. As she showered, soaping away the excesses of the night before her fingers slipped between he kitty lips, she felt sure they were still puffy although it could have been her imagination. As she drove to work, she felt content, elated even. She wanted to have a further chat with Sarah, seek her views on what and why. She looked forward to their lunchtime natter.

Just gone eleven am, a woman walked into the office to deliver a large bouquet of flowers. All the women looked up, curious as to who the lucky recipient was going to be. Stopping at the first desk she came to, the delivery woman spoke to the women sitting there who then pointed over to Sue. To Sue's surprise they were for her, a wholly unexpected delivery of an expensive bouquet. Looking around the office, there were either envious or inquisitive looks from her fellow workers. Looking over at Sarah, she could see her smiling with an expression that told Sue she was itching to find out what the hell the flowers were all about.

The card attached to the flowers was puzzling, all it had written was '

MOLPS, love D xxx

'. MOLPS, what the hell did that mean? She found a suitable container to put the flowers in with some water and went back to work. As soon as lunchtime arrived, Sarah made a beeline for Sue.

"Well, well what the heck has Dave done to warrant sending you flowers, been a naughty boy has he?"

Sarah was probing having formulated the conclusion Dave was grovelling to Sue for some sort of misdeed. Sue thought she would have some fun.

"Oh yes he was bad alright, he let me fuck another man last night with his blessing."

Sarah's mouth dropped and hung open in surprise, how on earth, how could she find someone so quickly? Sue pressed on whilst she still had the element of surprise on her side. Taking a leaf from Sarah's approach from the previous day, Sue lent in somewhat conspiratorially so only Sarah could hear Sue speaking.

"He let me take a man to a hotel room last night, and he let him fuck me, fuck me hard, all night long."

Sue thought of the saying a picture speaks a thousand words, and Sarah had pictured Sue in a room much like she herself was the week before. Pulling back from Sarah, Sue noted that Sarah looked dumbstruck, as if her brain has disengaged itself from the rest of her. After a few seconds the words came.

"OMG how! How did you organise something like that so quickly? Where was Dave.... I mean..... how the fuck did he agree to let you do it? Of all the people I know he's the last man that I would have thought would be accepting of that, damn girl, I'm in awe and you have my full respect!"

The girls hi-fived before Sue started laughing. She then spilled the beans on what had actually occurred but also discussed how it had been the most intense sexual experience she had ever felt.

"You've given me an idea, I'll try the same approach with Tony, the goal will be to get him on board, get permission to do it, then I won't need to wait until I'm away. As for you Sue, you're part way there, if you think your role playing was hot you wait until you try if for real, honestly, it's like an addictive drug. I managed to persuade Tony to let me fuck myself with a dildo doggy style as I sucked his cock, but it's a poor substitute."

"You just said

when

I do it, I never said I would do it for real."

Sarah laughed.

"Really? Look what you did last night, simply from our conversation yesterday. When you were describing last night, your eyes shone with lust, we both know you want it, and at some point, you'll try it, trust me."