A price to Paye
Sarah awoke with a start. A broken haunted sleep now came to an end and the reassertion of reality and the events of the night before rushed to the fore. Her marriage was in tatters and everyone knew of her infidelity and now there was no place to hide.
It was now some seventeen hours since the explosive revelation of her affair with her best friends partner had erupted and the arguments which had raged overnight still rang in her ears.
Her jaw was still sore from the slap delivered by her now ex best friend which had literally and figuratively knocked onto her well-proportioned ass.
She groaned inwardly as the images rushed back through her mind of the shock of the discovery to the panic of the potential repercussions, to the shame as family members became aware. Everything was spinning way out of control way too quickly.
She had no idea where her husband was and absence of his presence in the house that was formerly their home was accentuated by the complete silence of the house. No one else moving and no one else breathing. It felt like a tomb. A tomb Sarah was now trapped in with no way out. She fought against the rising panic as it grew within her chest.
Sarah had long accepted that a fat woman she wouldn't be as successful with the men as her slimmer friends but still wanted the man of her dreams in her arms and in her bed. She was, she reflected, fortunate that Mark fell into her life. The dated, moved in and married and at some point along the way she developed a love for him.
It may not have the fairy tale story but Sarah was smart enough to know that this was her best deal and she accepted it and resolved to make the very best of it.
Mark Paye was a romantic soul. He had an idea of how everything should be and aspired to make that a reality. He met Sarah at a Def Leppard tribute band show and fell in love. He did everything he was supposed to do, from taking Sarah on dates to buying flowers and gifts to writing poems.
When they married Mark was completely satisfied. He had a wife he loved and a job that paid well enough to pay for a house and nice things and a holiday every year.
If there was one element lacking as far as Mark was concern it was sex. Mark and Sarah had sex and they even made love and it was everything Mark felt it should be. He was an attentive lover ensuring that he made Sarah cum every time but in the deep dark recess of his soul he wished that there could more. Not just in frequency but in variety. Their love making was a missionary position in the dark, due to Sarah's body concerns, and was perfunctory.
When Mark would watch some porn during times he was alone in the house he just wished that maybe some of the other stuff that the girls did or wore could somehow be introduced into their equation.
He wasn't bold enough to ask though choosing instead to rely on Sarah to suggest it. Which she never did. She never watched to try anal or more specifically she did but didn't want the pain she thought would accompany it. She wanted to give blow jobs but was afraid of gagging or being sick should Marks cock go to far in or even if he cum in her mouth. She liked the idea of outfits and lingerie but in her head she could get passed her size.
When he received the news that his wife had been having an affair with his best friend they of course argued and exchanged loud harsh words before Mark drove away to a friend's house to sink to the bottom of a bottle. His phone turned off when the constant calls from Sarah became too much.
Sarah didn't know where Mark had gone after argument but she made an educated guess it was to his friends Gary's house. This was fine as he would be safe there at least. She needed desperately to talk to him to tell him that she was sorry and it was all a mistake and she could make it all go back to the way it was before but she also knew that conversation would come at some point today and it wouldn't help pushing the situation.
As if on cue, Sarah's phone began to buzz and she was able to propel her three hundred pound frame out of her bed and across the room to where her phone had landed last night to answer it. Mark was finally calling and this was the time to start the beginning of the healing.
Snatching up her phone she was disappointed to see it was her mum calling. That disappointment rapidly gave way to apprehension. Allison Fenwick had a dim view on infidelity even if it was her own daughter who was the offender. Allison had a marriage full of catching her husband in bed with other woman, or used condoms discovered in their marital bed or even the whispers, rumours and innuendo that was constantly in motion around the pair. In her estimation she had been cheated on at least twenty six times and that after he ex-husbands death released a well spring of anger. Primarily it was directed inwards as Allison believed she simply wasn't a strong enough person to have divorced him after the first incident. It left her with a loathing of cheating and cheaters. Her experiences enshrined these beliefs.
Allison had endured nearly fifteen long years of this car crash of a marriage and had tried to raise her daughter better. She didn't want to see Sarah ever in a situation where she would be forced to perform things Allison had had to do.
The first week anniversary of Allison marriage had seen her walk into their home to not only pass another woman on the way out but it was unmistakable that sex had taken place. The air smelled of it and if any doubt existed it evaporated when she walked in the bedroom to find the bed rumpled and her naked husband turning of the TV and the porn movie on the screen.
Allison despised the fact that when she confronted him she allowed herself to be turned around even in spite of the facts. She was told she was crazy and had imagined it all and in that moment it made sense that she had. Allison quickly apologised and her ex had told her that it was ok because everyone makes mistakes.
Just as she began to believe herself that she had made some sort of grevious mistake she found herself forced on to her knees and her husband cock placed in front of her mouth. She could smell the aroma of sex coming off his dick but before she could stitch the pieces together of what was happening the hardening cock was forced into her mouth. She had given blow jobs before but this a face fuck. Over the years she would become familiar with the event. It would always been the starting point of a punishment whenever she queried her husband's activities.
It was done deliberately to clean his dick of the tart he had been fucking juices. As he pounded his cock in and out of her mouth holding her head firmly eliminating any chances of escape he would verbalise Allison's sins while making sure that there's no way he could possibly have been fucking anyone else as what would that make Allison for sucking him clean afterward.
Once he had finished in her mouth Allison was stood back up and had her clothes pulled from her body with her white linen shirt tearing. There was no arguing with what was happening. Once the shirt had been removed her trousers were forced down around the thighs. He placed his arm across her neck while the other hand slid down to her covered tits. He had growled into her ear to take her shoes off.
Trembling Allison had complied. What choice did she have? Her plain white trainers where kicked off and his she was instructed to get rid of the trousers. She had yelped in pain and surprise and her bra was pulled upwards unfasted over her head and mere seconds later her plain white knickers were wrenched down to her knees where gravity took over and they dropped around her ankles.
Four minutes earlier she was angrily confronting her husband for cheating and two hundred and forty seconds later she was stood naked except for a pair of white socks with a picture of a winking cartoon owl on them. The forceful she wolf woman had dissolved as her mouth was used to clean another woman's pussy juices from her husband's cock.
Her head had spun and with pin point clarity she knew she was about to be fucked. Her husband erection pressed into her back and she had begged him not to do what he was going to do even as he slowly dragged her closer to the bed.
She loathed herself to this very day that she had begged. She had wept and pleaded but it was to no avail. Her husband was far stronger, a lifetime in the building trade would do that, but he slowly forced her closer with that arm around her neck and one meaty hand mauling her tit all the while whispering into her ear that she needed this lesson.
Allison had fought to prevent the oncoming assault but she was helpless and as her knees made contact with the bed her focus had changed. Instead of prevention it was now about sustaining the least amount of damage. She scanned the bed to asses her landing as her husband weight press her closer the sheets.
She pleaded one last time and it fell on deaf ears. Her eyes readily picked out the damp patch on the bed from her husband's previous fuck and fought to avoid it as she was slowly and unrelentingly pressed onto the bed. Her face was forced slowly and deliberately pushed into the wet patch and she had to ensure the humiliation of her husband's cum and his slags pussy juice smearing over her face.
She screamed into the mattress and was told calmly that she would not be allowed up till she stopped. Self-preservation had kicked in and she quietened down. Mentally she decided that she was going to make a break for it at the first chance and almost as if daring her to do it her husband got off her. In a low voice she was told to not move and the crushing weight was lifted from her body.
He slowly made his way over to Allison's discarded clothes pile and retrieved her knickers. Allison instinctively knew what was coming and chose that moment to make a break for it. Her defiance lasted six steps before her world shattered in bright red stars and mercifully unconsciousness.
When she woke up she found herself tied to her bed face down with her arms spread wide in a submissive posture and her knees on the floor. Her left wrist was secured by a dressing gown tie cord and her right was secured but some form of wire which bit into her flesh.
