In the days preceding Sasha's humiliation, her relationship with Jeremy was different. After she had finally gotten out of the shower, she went to grab food from the kitchen. Soon after, Jeremy returned home. When he entered the house, the two just stared at each other, not sure what to say. They ended up not saying a word to each other for the rest of the evening, which was not uncommon, but Sasha found herself cuddling up to Jeremy while they lay in bed. She didn't know why, she didn't even mean to. She was just so confused. She didn't want Gina to steal what was hers. Maybe that was the case, maybe it was because it was their first sexual interaction in a long time, maybe because things were said that she needed to hear. She wasn't sure.
The next two days, they were amicable with each other. Neither one was short with the other, neither of them threw out sarcastic comments. They even just chatted more. However, neither one of them wanted to bring up what had happened. Sasha even thought about having sex with him again. Maybe their marriage was still salvageable.
The third day was different. After work, Jeremy told her he was going to
The Thirsty Donkey
with some coworkers to celebrate them closing a deal with an important client. As much as she wanted to believe him, she was positive that he was going to see Gina. She sat on the couch, their home dark and silent. She tried to distract herself with a book. It didn't work, though, as she found herself reading the same page over and over again. The image of Gina's face was burned in her mind. Her words taunted Sasha, rattling around in her head.
"When you come looking for me, better start by looking under your husband."
She felt her anger and jealousy rising inside her again. It was an untamed beast riding through her heart. She couldn't just sit here while that little homewrecker got to enjoy her husband.
"Maybe he really is at the bar." She thought to herself. "He wouldn't go back to her, not when things are starting to improve."
After fighting with her brain for a half hour, she grabbed her keys and jumped in her car, heading towards
The Thirsty Donkey.
She parked her car and began walking towards the bar. She stopped and took a quick look through the parking lot for Jeremy's car. Her heart sank as she looked around twice and she couldn't find it. Still, she held out hope that maybe he was still inside, that he had parked around the corner. She nervously approached the front door.
The rock music blasted in her ears as she stepped inside. The bar was quite full, most tables being occupied. She approached the bar and ordered a drink. Once she paid the bartender, she began scouting the bar for Jeremy. With so many people, it was slow going. After 10 minutes, she still had not found him or any of his coworkers. He had lied to her. He was with Gina.
Her heart hurt as this realization washed over her. She had hoped that maybe he was done with her, that he would become a faithful man again. Maybe it was too much to ask for so soon.
Her jealousy flared up in her again, turning into anger. She headed back to the bar and ordered another drink. Over the course of the next hour, she had 3 more.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a guy across the bar checking her out. She looked over. He could not have been more than 25. He was clearly a jock, wearing his university varsity sports jacket. The way he looked her up and down made her feel like a piece of meat. She kind of liked it. She toyed with her hair as she shot him a couple smiles, which he reciprocated.
Sasha felt a pang of guilt. She was a married woman and shouldn't be making googly eyes to guys across the bar. Still, he was out with Gina and had left her alone at home. Why shouldn't she have some fun? It had been a year since she had sex last, 11 months too long. If Jeremy wasn't prepared to fill her up, then maybe someone else was.
She reached into her glass and pulled out the cherry. She began sucking on it seductively. She turned slightly towards the man. He was watching intently. Sasha's hand dropped down to her shirt and she undid her top button to expose her cleavage. She could tell by the bulge in his pants that he liked what he saw.
Sasha decided to go all in. She undid a second button, finished her drink and got up. She headed directly towards him as he watched her as she approached.
"Do you like me?" She asked once they were face to face.
"Yeah, you're hot." He replied, giving her a stupid drunk look.
She grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him, forcing him to follow her as she headed towards the bathroom. She booted the door open and marched him inside. She immediately realized her mistake when she saw a man standing at the urinal. This was not the ladies room. She decided to go with it. The man zipped up his fly and just stared at them as they passed.
"Don't mind us." Sasha said as they entered the stall and she closed the door.
She was full of anxiety and excitement. She had always wanted to fuck in a public bathroom. It was perverted and dirty. It had been years since she had done something crazy like this. She turned to face the man. He stepped up to her and began kissing her neck. The smell of whiskey and stale cigarettes wafted off of him. She decided to nickname him Jack, since he smelt of Jack Daniels.
She heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps receding as the man at the urinal left. Jack pushed her against the wall as his hands worked its way up her legs and under her skirt. Her pussy moistened at the touch. She grabbed his bulge and began to rub it. His cock threatened to rip through the fabric. He reached into her shirt and pulled her tit out. He mauled on her tit, sucking and chewing on her nipple. She bit her lip as his teeth dug into her painfully, leaving teeth marks.
Sasha was overcome with lust. She began ripping at his pants, pulling them down. His rock hard cock popped out and she grabbed it, jerking him aggressively. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She slurped loudly on his tip, ignoring the sweaty taste. She couldn't control herself, overcome by a strong primal instinct to mate. She grabbed his hips and pulled herself down on him until his dick was deep into her throat. She held herself there for as long as she could. She came up coughing, spewing saliva all over his member.
Jack pushed her head back down on him as he hiked her skirt up and began rubbing her cunt through her panties. His fingers were rough, exactly what she wanted. Jeremy was always so well groomed and proper. She wanted a gruff man, a real man. A man who would treat her like a hole. She needed it. She deserved it.
Jack picked her up and threw her into the toilet. Grabbing her panties, he whipped them down around her knees and lined his cock up with her leaking slit. He didn't work it in, he didn't try to be gentle, just slammed it in. Sasha gasped. It hurt. It had been so long, her pussy wasn't ready for this kind of invasion. She grunted in discomfort for the first few thrusts until her malleable pussy began to adjust, forming around the cock.
Jack wasn't gentle with her. He fucked her hard, he pulled her hair, he fish hooked her, grabbed her breasts roughly. She felt like he was trying to beat her up, and was succeeding. Her vaginal walls felt like they had been punched, she could feel the bruises on her hips forming from his grip, her hair had been pulled out. He pushed her head onto the disgusting toilet, inches away from someone's splash back. He verbally degraded her, calling her every name in the book. He made her feel so cheap.
She heard the door swing open and a couple guys entered, chatting and laughing. She tried to stifle her moans, but it didn't matter. Jack was thrusting into her so hard that there was no way they wouldn't hear the smacking. She heard them go silent, listening, then snickering between them. She couldn't make out what they were whispering, but she knew it was about her. There was a brief silence that was broken by the sound of water hitting porcelain, the sound of zippers and then the door opening again. Before it closed, Sasha heard one of the men call out:
"Fucking whore!"
Sasha knew it was true. She didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of Jack's cock pounding the shit out of her. She didn't care if the whole world knew she was in here being fucked, as long as he didn't stop.
Sasha reached down between her legs. Her fingers grazed her clit. She swirled it clockwise, enjoying the tingling that spread throughout her crotch. She had to give him credit, Jack knew what he was doing. He knew how to position himself to hit her G-spot, he knew exactly where to touch her to get a response, he knew when to be rough and when to be gentle.
Half a dozen people came and went from the bathroom. No one else said anything but they all knew that a slut was being used. Sasha could only imagine what horrible things they were thinking about her. The idea only made the sex better.
"Oh fuck. I'm going to cum." Jack said, pulling his cock out and jacking off over her ass.
