Sarah heard the front door open and her husband, Dave, stumbled inside. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was Friday night, no, Saturday morning, half past one in the morning. He was even later than usual, returning from his regular 'night out with the lads'. She, as usual, had spent the evening at home looking after the children.
She heard him rummaging around in the fridge for something to eat. She knew that when he came to bed he would want sex, he always did after a night out. She had long ago given up resisting his advances, as he would only carry on, pestering her until he got what he wanted. She hoped he wouldn't be too long, as she had to get up in the morning, to get the children ready for their Saturday morning activities. She loved him, and liked to please him, but she just wanted to get it over and done with, so she could get to sleep.
He was in the bedroom now, clumsily getting rid of his clothes.
"Sarah, Sarah, are you awake darling?"
He was drunk and it sounded more like " Shar, Shar, you wake darlin?"
"Yes I'm awake. I am now anyway," she said in a resigned voice.
He crawled into bed, reaching for her, pulling her across to him.
"Come 'ere luvly wife."
She was lying on her side, facing away from him. His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and pulling at it, a bit too roughly for her liking. His groin pressed into the curves of her buttocks. He kissed her cheek, moving clumsily to find her mouth.
"Gimmee a kiss my booful girl."
She turned her face to him and accepted his slobbery kiss. His mouth tasted of beer, and whatever he had been eating in the kitchen. He was hard now and dry humping her from behind. He pulled her over towards him, and put his hand on the back of her head. She knew what was coming next.
"Too tired to fuck, gimmee a nice suck, sweehart."
She sighed and slithered down into position. Her hand wanked his cock as she put it straight into her mouth. No finesse, no licking it or kissing it first. She would just let him use her mouth as he would her pussy, and get him off as quickly as possible. She started to bob up and down on it, his hand on her head encouraging her. She noted the slightly pissy taste of his cock.
"Why didn't he at least wash it, if he wanted a blowjob?" she asked herself.
She carried on sucking a bit more before she started to realise that there was another taste, mixed in with the piss.
"Huh, what the hell is that?"
The nearest thing she had ever tasted was the couple of times she had licked her fingers, after masturbating.
"Oh fuck, that's it, it's the taste of a woman's cunt. Another woman's cunt!" she realised with disgust and anger.
She tried to pull off him, but he was well on the way to cumming, and held her firmly in place. He was virtually fucking her mouth now, intent only on his own pleasure. She struggled a bit but it was futile and in another moment or two he ejaculated. Not the usual six or seven strong spurts of thick, creamy cum, but just a couple of weak dribbles. He sighed his contentment as he let go of her head.
"Fantastic, darlin. Oh that was so fuckin' good. What a great lil' cocksucker you are!" he said before rolling over on his side and falling asleep.
She lay there for a moment, shocked, stunned. After a moment or two she got up and went to the bathroom. She leaned over the washbasin and heaved and thought she was going to vomit. She rinsed her mouth out repeatedly with water, then with mouthwash. She was used to the taste of Dave's cum, but not this. She spent five minutes brushing her teeth with toothbrush and toothpaste. The filthy taste of some unknown sluts cunt was finally gone, but not the memory of it.
She sat on the toilet and wept. That their marriage should have come to this. It was bad enough, she thought, that he had been unfaithful, but that he should have so little consideration for her, that he made her suck his dirty, unwashed cock, was unforgivable.
She had done so much to make their marriage work. She had given up her job to take on the traditional housewife role. When money was short it was always her that went without. She couldn't remember the last time she had bought herself new clothes. But there always seemed to be money for him to go drinking or going to football matches. It was rare that she had the chance to go out with her friends. More and more he just seemed to take her for granted. Where had all the love gone?
As her tears dried up her mood changed from misery, shame, humiliation, disgust, sadness to one of anger. A sense that enough was enough. She felt like leaving him, but she wasn't going to do that, for the sake of the children. But things were going to change, she told herself. She didn't know how yet, but change they would.
The new Sarah.
Sarah was tall and slim, but curvy in all the right places. And even after having had two children her 34C breasts and her derriere were as firm and perfectly shaped as they had always been. She had shoulder length, light brown hair ( which she always thought of as mousy ), and a pretty face. She had a light complexion and her skin was flawless. She was a modest woman and never really acknowledged that she was actually rather beautiful. But the next morning she studied herself in the mirror and, in her new mood, decided that maybe she didn't look too bad. If Dave didn't value her she thought, then maybe someone else would.
The rest of the weekend was just a normal family weekend. She said nothing to him about what had happened, but acted normal, if a little cool. Monday evening however they had a blazing row. Sarah reminded Dave that he needed to give her enough money, to buy the dress that had been promised her. It was her best friend Julia's thirtieth birthday in a couple of weeks, and a girls night had been planned.
"Sorry, Sarah, we can't afford it this month."
"But you promised, ages ago!"
"Yeah, but I have had to pay for my football season ticket this month. And now that the Blues have got into the semi-finals me and the boys are going away up north for the match. We will be staying over night. I can't miss it, we are all going."
"But what about me? What about what I want? I'm sick of being the one who always goes without."
Dave was surprised, she normally would have given up at this point, not carried on arguing with him. But this was the new Sarah.
"Look, you can wear one of your old dresses, you've got some perfectly nice ones in the wardrobe. You'll still have just as good a time, I'm sure. You can buy a new one next month."
"Next month will be too late, and besides you will probably find some reason why we can't afford it then, too."
She felt her eyes filling with tears. Not tears of sorrow, but tears off anger and frustration. But she didn't want him to see her cry.
"You bastard, you selfish bastard!" she said, before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.
Sarah meets two prostitutes.
Wednesday was the day she went into the bigger town, some few miles away, where there was a larger supermarket, with cheaper prices. Sometimes she would meet Julia and they would look at shops together and have a coffee and catch up. Unfortunately Julia couldn't make it as she was not feeling well. Sarah was disappointed, as she could really have done with the company.
She spent an hour or so looking morosely around some of the shops, at things she couldn't buy for herself. She just bought a few things for the children. Then she had a coffee and cake in the rather dreary shopping centre cafe. Two young women sat down at the table next to hers. They were a few years younger than Sarah, early twenties she guessed, one black, one white. They were dressed casually, but were both quite attractive.
She couldn't help but overhear their conversation, and was amazed at what she heard.
"So you're back on the game again, you slutty thing you" said the black girl.
"Well, you were never really off it, were you?" her friend replied.
They both dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"You know how it is, bills to pay. So when is your first 'date' then?"
