I sat quietly in Uncle Ron's car on the way home from my school 'adventure' with my mind in a daze, thinking about what had just happened to me. 'You must be mad, girl,' I thought to myself, knowing that my behaviour over recent days was not only jeopardising my marriage, but now also my job. Uncle Ron had awoken something deep within me that I had not been conscious of previously, that was at once both frightening and strangely exciting. I knew that the only sensible course of action would be to tell Uncle Ron to leave me alone, but somehow I could not bring myself to do that as I had a deep craving, like an invisible drug, for further opportunities to explore my awakening sexuality with the help of this dirty old man.
In any event, I knew that I could not prevent further debasement as both Uncle Ron and creepy George, the school caretaker, now had visible evidence of my slutty antics and would no doubt use the photographs as an insurance policy in case I decided to resist their advances in future. In a way, I used this inevitability as an excuse to justify any possible further episodes of similarly outrageous behaviour but I also dearly hoped that I could, at the same time, somehow continue to have a satisfying loving relationship with my husband. Michael would be returning from his work trip to France the following weekend and had booked a hotel break for us shortly afterwards and I was determined that this would be an enjoyable experience both for Michael and myself, given my new-found wantonness.
I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly became aware that the car was no longer moving and that I had arrived home. I turned and saw Uncle Ron staring at me and grinning broadly. I must have looked a sorry sight as my little yellow dress was rumpled and stained having been discarded on the floor in George's office while I pranced virtually naked around the school. I had also noticed old George using it to wipe the sperm off his disgusting old cock before he threw it to me to put back on before I left. I was also still wearing the fishnet stockings that I was ordered to wear at the school, and these were torn and had stained where the old man's spunk had oozed out of my pussy and down my leg. Apart from the little silver anklet that was still fastened around my ankle, these were the only items I was wearing -- I had somehow forgotten to put my flip-flops back on in my dazed state on leaving the school, so I had nothing on my feet.
'I think you need a few days to rest before our next little adventure. It'll give you time to recover,' said Uncle Ron, 'OK slut?'
'Yes sir.' I agreed, feeling relieved.
'I'll phone you Wednesday,' he added. I nodded quickly, looked out of the car to ensure the coast was clear and tottered barefoot to my front door without looking back.
Once indoors, I stripped off my soiled clothes and took a long and relaxing bath, which helped considerably to relieve the soreness in my anus that had developed since the pounding it had taken from old George's ugly old cock. This had been my first (and no doubt not the last) experience of anal sex, but I had found the experience surprisingly satisfying, despite the initial pain.
I could not concentrate on anything the next day as my thoughts were in total confusion. I was also extremely exhausted and, after emerging from my bed at lunchtime and taking a shower, I could hardly be bothered to dress, so I just flung on an old pair of denim shorts and a baggy white T-shirt. I found my little silver anklet and slipped it on -- I somehow felt sexier wearing it, and the jingling of the bells as I moved around brought back memories of my sluttiness.
I flopped onto my living-room sofa and, with the warmth of the afternoon sun on my face which streamed through the window, I closed my eyes and began to daydream about the three old men who had recently used my body and, in particular, about Uncle Ron's ugly but magnificent cock and the wonderful feelings it had given me. I could feel my pussy becoming wet and I shifted uneasily. My hands drifted down to my shorts and I undid the top button and tugged at the zip. I pulled them down over my legs and kicked them carelessly into the middle of the room then pushed my fingers between my moistened cunt lips and up to my clit which had begun to protrude from its little hood. I gasped as I fingered myself, slowly at first, but gathering momentum and urgency as the familiar pleasurable feelings began to form deep within me. My legs drifted wider apart, my toes curled and uncurled, and my bottom began to rise and fall in rhythm with the quickening speed of my fingers and I started to moan loudly as my orgasm built.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I sensed movement on the pathway at the front of my house outside the window, which was quickly followed by the sound of the doorbell. I swore silently to myself and quickly rose from the sofa. I surreptitiously peeked through the window and saw Dave, our postman, standing on the front doorstep. Dave is a tall, thin man, I suppose in his late forties, with straggly dark hair and a wispy beard, who has been our postman for about five years. I padded out to the hall and opened the door just as I realised I hadn't put my shorts back on before doing so. Luckily my T-shirt was sufficiently long to just about keep me decent and I grabbed the hem to stretch it down further as Dave stared at me in surprise. His eyes moved from my tanned bare legs up to my chest, and I glanced down and noticed with horror that my nipples were noticeably erect and poking through the material. I was still flushed from my aborted frigging and I felt myself turn a brighter shade of red as I mumbled a greeting to Dave while I slowly inched back behind the door so only my head and shoulders were visible.
'Er....hello, Mrs Ryan,' he stuttered. 'Sorry to disturb you. I had to knock because this letter for you is too large for the letterbox and it says on the outside not to bend it'.
He held out a large brown envelope but he was too far away for me to reach it without emerging from behind the door. I stepped out and quickly grabbed it and turned round to put it on the hall table. Just as I put the envelope down I felt a hand brush the back of my thigh and I froze in shock as it softly glided upwards and rested on my bottom where it moved in a gentle circular motion. I stood motionless and could hear my breathing becoming heavier and more audible. My inert state seemed to act as an incentive for Dave's hand to become bolder and he began to squeeze the flesh of my bottom quite hard, which made me gasp out loud.
'Is this what that old man was doing when I saw you yesterday?' said Dave, 'I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you letting that ugly old git feel you up,' he added.
'I think you must be mistaken, Dave, I was just saying goodbye to an old friend. He wasn't doing anything,' I stammered.
'That's not what I saw, Mrs Ryan, although I know you tried to make it look innocent when I came up the path.'
I still hadn't moved my position and I closed my eyes as Dave's other hand moved up my thigh and cupped me between the legs.
'Aaaaah....please don't Dave.....oh my God,' I moaned as Dave inserted one, then two, then three fingers deep in my slimy vagina. I was still feeling extremely horny from my earlier administrations with my own fingers and made no effort to pull away as Dave's fingers moved in and out of me, making a loud, liquid noise as they did so.
