I had forgotten to mention in the first chapter that a very small portion of this story is based on my wife's own personal experience during her younger years when a jilted husband of a close friend attempted to assault her after finding out his wife met her lover through my wife.
The low buzzing sound coming from Megan's phone woke her from her deep slumber. She instinctively searched for the source of this noise and eventually took a hold of it. Her groggy eyes opened slowly as she looked at her phone. Her eyes opened wide immediately when she saw what was on her phone; 8 missed calls and 5 messages all from her husband. The sudden realization of where she was and what she had done made her sit up. She was alone on the bed, naked. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings, she stayed silent for a few seconds as she tried to detect if there was anyone else in the apartment. The room was relatively dark, only a line of sunlight that escaped through the curtain gap provided some support for her vision. She searched around quickly for her clothes which were scattered around the rooms. Her thong was ripped and her stocking were also torn, thoughtlessly she stuffed them into her handbag. To her relief Steve seem to have left; she wouldn't know how she would feel if she saw him; embarrassed for having her body exposed to him or anger that he took advantage of her.
Megan hurriedly left and shut the door; her first priority was to get some morning-after pills, she can't recall how many times Steve came inside her but even one time is one time too much.
She was able to hail a cab while she walked along the street.
"Please take me to the nearest pharmacy," she told the driver as she got into the cab.
The driver looked at her via the rear-view mirror and nodded to acknowledge her request. Despite her dishevelled appearance, he could see she was a beauty.
"What a hottie, I wish I could give you a real ride," he thought to himself and smiled.
He was just about to initiate a friendly chat with her until he noticed she held a phone to her ear.
"Hi Richard, yes I'm ok sweetheart... yes, I'm sorry" He heard her say.
"I was in the office working late, we had a bad problem with an overseas client and I forgot the time. I was so tired I fell asleep in the office...yes, I saw your calls ... I didn't hear it...yes," she continued.
"I'm be back in an hour, I love you," she said before hanging up her phone.
The cab soon pulled over to the side of the road along a row of shops.
The driver turned around to confirm the fare and watched her as she opened her handbag to get her purse. As she fumbled in her handbag her thong dropped out, the driver who was watching her, noticed this and reached for it; he couldn't believe his luck. Megan on the other hand was horrified.
"Mmmm what have we here?" he smiled.
He examined the thong and saw a stain on it, where the fabric would have covered her pussy.
"Mmmm have you been a naughty girl, is that your juice?" he asked without expecting an answer.
"Give me that back!" Megan shouted in both anger and embarrassment.
Suddenly the driver placed the thong on his face and inhaled the scent from her underwear. He was in heaven; the aroma made his cock hard and erect.
Megan was disgusted upon witnessing this act.
"You dirty pervert!" she shouted.
He was now looking at her with hungry eyes and said to her menacingly,
"If you let me keep this and show me what's underneath that skirt, I will forget about the fare," he told her.
"Fuck off!" Megan exclaimed.
She snatched back her torn thong from him and threw the money at him before rushing out of the car. She quickly ran into one of the shops and hoped that would be the last time she will ever see him.
Adam, who has been driving for 30 years as a taxi driver have seen many types of women getting into his car; from drunken sluts who he would kick out if he detected any hint of vomiting, to beautiful and sophisticated mature women, dressed to the nines, going out to have their meals. He has fucked many women in his taxi, even at the grand old age of 62 with a pot belly and balding head, he was still getting fresh pussy. One would be surprised at the number of horny little sluts who can't resist a black daddy figure to give them a good time. But none of them were as desirable as the lady who just got out of his car. He watched her high heeled long legs galloping away, her tight pencil skirt wrapped over her perfect curves and tight ass, her buxom bouncing along to each stride under her white shirt. He released his cock from the confines of his boxers and started stroking lightly before he came to his senses after he watched her disappear from his sights.
Megan had never took emergency contraception before, she preferred that Richard use condoms as the pills made her have really bad period cramps. They have talked about having a family but both agreed that would be in the very distant future. She bought a bottle of water to take the pill and disposed of the packaging and receipt. The shops were about 30mins walk home and she used this time by herself to clear her head.
A few minutes later she received a text from a number not in her contacts list.
"This is Steve, I want to see you again, come to my apartment tonight at 10pm," the text read.
Megan became quite flustered when she saw the text, her mind recounted the events from last night with him. She remembered spreading her legs wide to receive him, the pain and pleasure he gave her, she remembered the incredible orgasms she had, she remembered promising to be his bitch. She felt her body responding to those thoughts, her sex was swollen and sore but she could feel the heat between her legs; the heat from being aroused. As Megan walked along the path towards home, her mind was busy contemplating her next move and all the while, unaware that her pussy juice was dripping down her legs.
Megan slowly unlocked the front door of the house to avoid Richard noticing her. Fortunately, when she slipped in the house, she was able to see Richard was busy washing the dishes in the kitchen so she rushed upstairs as quietly as she could to her bathroom. She quickly got undressed and examined herself through the full-length mirror.
"Thank goodness Steve left no marks on my body," she thought to herself.
Nevertheless, she looked a mess and she reeked of sex; she was dying for a hot shower. Instead though she felt she needed a cold shower to wake her up; it was amazing how a cold shower can change one's perspective so quickly. Megan felt totally refreshed and her mind was clear; she felt guilty to Richard about last night and she was determined to not see Steve again. After she got dressed, she deleted the text and tiptoed downstairs to find Richard sitting on the couch reading the news on his iPad. She surprised him from behind as she gave him a hug.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come in," said a startled Richard.
"I didn't see you when I came in so I went and took a shower," she lied.
"I was worried sick about you, so did you get all your work sorted?" he asked.
"Yes honey, I'm so sorry ...it won't happen again," she responded as she hugged him tighter.
A of couple days later Megan was in her office working and she received the same text from Steve.
"I want to see you again, I can meet you for coffee, love Steve," the text said.
Megan immediately deleted the message, she was determined not to see him again.
