We had been divorced for around seven or eight years and in the interim she had remarried some guy and had a child by him. But for some reason I had never really got Sarah out of my head. We had been really close and our relationship had lasted for nearly twenty years. We often spoke on the phone and I was still drawn to her naivety and the gentleness in her voice. We'd enjoyed a pretty good sex life, with fantasy quite a big focus for us both, although it was always me that introduced the fantasy aspect as Sarah was quite shy and private in bed and I found that shyness an additional turn on. Sarah was one to always be careful crossing her legs when wearing a skirt so that men couldn't get a glimpse. She had firm but well-sized breasts and she couldn't help but have men notice them, though she always felt exposed and a little embarrassed when she realised that they had been staring at her hidden charms.
Like many men, I had often fantasised about other men seeing her completely naked and spread out for their 'inspection'. I didn't really want it happen in reality, but the power of the fantasy was incredible...for both of us as it turned out. I think this became a serious stimulation for me after I had accompanied Sarah to a gynaecologist appointment and was present whilst she was examined. Although I was sat the other side of a barely opaque drawn curtain, I could hear and imagine everything that was happening as the male doctor in his late fifties or early sixties arranged her, told her what to do and intimately inserted various instruments and fingers between her long widespread legs. Strangely, because I was quite protective and jealous back then, it had been for me an incredibly erotic experience. Particularly because for one, I was entirely convinced that professional or not, the doctor must surely be affected sexually by having such an attractive woman to intimately examine and it both turned me on and made me jealous that this other, older man was getting horny looking at and feeling my girls' pussy. Secondly, because as the doctor instructed Sarah to slip her panties off, to spread her legs, to place her ankles in the stirrups and to slide her bottom down the examination table, she meekly and quietly acknowledged and obeyed him. It was as if she had no choice; that his power and position could not be challenged. I subsequently found myself focussing on fantasy with Sarah being shy, compliant and submissive in situations where her body would be available for other men, often complete strangers, to 'inspect'.
And so from then on, whilst we engaged in foreplay, I would occasionally ask Sarah if she'd like me to 'talk' to her. She knew what that meant and would sometimes say 'yes'. So whilst I touched her and caressed her naked form, I would introduce some fantasy centred on her being stripped, or required to undress in front of a group of other men. For example, one fantasy scenario was where we would go for a meal at a hotel. I would get Sarah a little drunk and then take her upstairs to a pre-booked room where a group of around five invited strangers would be gathered. Often they would be older men in their fifties, sometimes nearer our age in their early twenties. Sarah would know that she had to do whatever they told her to. She would stand whilst the men moved around her, feeling her breasts and hips through her skirt and blouse. She would be told to lift her skirt and stand with it raised, whilst the men would bend to have a good look at her panty-clad bottom and pussy. Then she would be told to remove her panties, handing them to one of the group who would hold the gusset out for all to look at before each one sniffed the moistened fabric where her pussy had just been pressed. She would then be told to stand on a table, legs spread wide, whilst each stranger would peer up her skirt and comment on her pussy. They might also have a feel of her wettening vagina, touching or even fingering her. She would then be undressed by the men and lain back on the bed, told to open her legs wide apart and raise her knees. I'd tell her that all the men were now at the bottom of the bed, staring at the soft light brown pubic hair of her pussy and the pinkness of her inner lips as they eased open due to her position. I'd describe that we could all see pussy juice leaking from her and that the men were all commenting about how they could see it running from her sweet hole and down over the little brown bud of her anus. Then I'd tell her that each man in turn was leaning forward so that his face was millimetres from her open pussy and then he would breathe in deeply through his nose, taking in her delicious womanly scent. The fantasy was so powerful that by now Sarah would be so immersed in the scene that she would be literally soaking wet, juice just pouring from her soft pussy as I caressed her clitoris. It was very clear that in her head at least, all of this was very, very erotic.
Sarah was 41 now, but was incredibly pretty and very sexy. Although not as slim as she had once been, she still had an innocent hypnotic effect on men. She was intelligent, tall and moved with grace, dressed classily and was very ladylike. Her blonde hair still fell to her shoulders and framed a gorgeous face, beautiful blue eyes and a wonderful smile enhanced by her neat white teeth.
We had broken up because of me. I had gone and had a fling with a woman at work which I had ended quickly, but a few months later one of Sarah's friends had found out about it and when Sarah confronted me, I just admitted it, hoping that my honesty would recover a little of her respect and love for me. It hadn't. She rightly felt betrayed and that was the end. So I lost a woman who had always been the centre of my fantasies and who remained so. I still desired her and was jealous that I could no longer see her naked or share my fantasies about her, with her. I still dreamed about her and too often masturbated to the memory of those fantasies. It was this sexual force which made me contrive the encounter that followed.
Although we still spoke, there were frequent episodes where Sarah's contempt for me and my unfaithfulness to her, resurfaced. If anything it helped me to dilute my feelings towards her...I could always use her attitude to generate a little bit of counter 'spite'. So when one day I bumped into her and we stopped at a café for drinks, I was suitably detached to take advantage of her plight. She greeted me as if she were lost-at-sea and I had arrived in a lifeboat. She quickly became upset and began to tell me the cause. It transpired that her new husband had had a disastrous business venture, causing them to be virtually destitute. Their home was subject to repossession and bankruptcy for both of them was only weeks away. Tearfully, she pleaded with me for help and I was in a position to be able to give it. I had a very successful property portfolio and wasn't short of money. Staying outwardly very cool, I told Sarah I would think about her request, all the time images of my fantasies spinning round in my head and the obvious possibilities that were being presented to me. I said I needed time to think and that I would ring her next day.
And ring her I did. I said that I'd decided that I would help save them, but there would have to be some conditions and agreement. Sarah quickly offered for her and her husband to meet me, but I had other ideas. I told her that I wasn't interested in making any arrangement with her husband and that I was only prepared to deal with her alone. Sarah didn't hesitate. We arranged to meet the next evening over a drink.
From the corner table in the bar, I saw Sarah walk in. As she looked around to find me, I noticed that several men were giving her a look over. She did look stunning. Wearing her hair tied up, with a loose fitting cotton print dress and knee high, high-heeled boots that had a faux buckle on the side. She carried a coat and her handbag over one arm. There was just a glimpse of bare leg between the boots and the hem of her dress. I stood up and approached her just as some guy was trying to get her attention. He looked at me, shrugged and turned back to his drink. Sarah didn't even notice him. She smiled that glorious smile at me and made her way across to me. I stepped to one side so that she could move past me into the corner seat and as she passed she leaned in to kiss me on my cheek. I could smell her perfume, light and ever-so subtle and I suddenly realised that she had already turned me on.
Drinks sorted out, I was keen to get down to the nitty gritty. I had to stop Sarah from repeatedly telling me how grateful she was for my help. I explained that I was interested in just how grateful she would be for my help. Slightly puzzled and a little taken back, she asked what I meant. I began to tell her what I had in mind. I explained that if she wanted my help, then I wanted her to do something very special and 'private' for me. Something I had dreamed about since we were young lovers. In detail I told her that I wanted her to undergo a full gynaecological examination. That I would choose the timing, the location and the doctor and that I would also be present the whole time to watch the procedure. Furthermore, I would have someone else there to film and photograph the entire event. Sarah would do exactly as she was told by the doctor and any refusal or objection would result in my walking away, with my money! If she agreed to my terms, she would get my help. If she faltered, then she would have to look elsewhere. Bastard that I am, I already knew from her that they had no other options open to them they hadn't already explored, so my offer was unlikely, however outrageous, to be refused. I added that I didn't want to see her miserable husband anywhere near the event. In fact, I told her not to even tell him what she would have to do to bail them out.
