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.
