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Sarah was off in dreamland once again, though this one seemed surreal. She was lying in bed, enjoying a sixty-nine session with Brad. While she hugged his ass, suckling his cock, she spotted his naked college buddies. The same four that were in her dream from the night before, were standing naked around the bed. One by one, each of the buddies fucked their long hard cocks into her dripping pussy, while Brad continued licking her cunt. She experienced orgasm after orgasm as each cock dumped a generous load of cum into her hungry snatch. Brad, meanwhile, was content, merrily licking her clit, his nose a fraction of an inch from the cocks stuffing her hole. The scenario was so intense that Sarah, Brad, and the fourth guy all exploded at the same time.

Sarah’s eyes snapped open again. She worriedly scanned her surroundings. Brad’s arm was still draped over her curled up body. Her hand, however, was nestled between her legs, with two fingers curled into her wet pussy. Surprised at her behavior, Sarah slowly slipped the slick digits from their warm, wet home. She grew somewhat concerned over the oddity of her dreams though. Sarah casually and softly rolled over, ready to reach for her diary, when she spotted the clock. Sarah screamed a blood-curdling yell, snapping Brad from his sleep. They had both overslept, forgetting to set the alarm before they passed out last night.

Brad, realizing what the yell was for, jumped from the bed and straight into the shower. He was out, dressed, and heading out the door within five minutes. Sarah had, meanwhile, rushed the kids out of bed, got them dressed, and shoved out the door to the school bus, thrusting money into their pockets in lieu of a packed lunch. Sarah stood at the door waving to the children as they climbed aboard the bus. It wasn’t until then, with the other parents standing at the bus stop, looking at her, that Sarah realized she was still wearing the lingerie outfit from the night before. She did have a robe on, but the mere idea of standing in the doorway, practically naked, seemed so reminiscent of the dream she had before.

This was way too much for Sarah to handle. Her nerves were shot, as she felt her pussy tingle. She realized a few of the dads at the bus stop, had been staring at her with growing smiles creeping across their faces. Sarah closed the door, and headed up the steps for a much needed, relaxing bath. She ran the water as she stripped naked. She lay on the bed and started writing in her diary as the tub filled with hot water. She was still writing when the tub was near overflowing. She rose from the bed to shut off the water. She sat on the edge of the tub, still writing, waiting for the hot water to cool to a more tepid temperature. When she was done writing, she reviewed her ramblings from yesterday, noting that her journal entries over the past two days were longer than usual, and obviously more detailed.

Sarah spent the next hour or so in the tub, soothing her body, trying to relax her overly rampant and imaginative mind. Sarah couldn’t understand the mix of emotions flooding her usually conservative mind. She struggled to make sense of Brad’s actions, and her own behavior. She fought with the notion that her body was beginning to crave sex, and constantly needed sex in any way shape or form. No matter how much she thought last night’s actions were wrong, her body and spirit glowed with satisfaction and renewed vigor. She felt alive! Routine was gone, replaced by adventure. There was thrill in her life. Sarah got out of the cooling water, her body relaxed; but her mind was still frazzled.

Sarah wrapped the towel around her body before stepping into the bedroom. Water dripped from the ringlets in her hair to her damp shoulders. Sarah rummaged through her drawers trying to find something to wear. She heard a clap of thunder and the pitter patter of rain start to fall upon the house. Noting the dreadful day, she settled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She didn’t even bother with undergarments, noting that it was a cleaning day. If she felt like it later, she’d change before going grocery shopping. She took a dejected look at the messy room before her and set to the task of cleaning. She stripped the beds clear of the soaked sheets, making a pile next to her and Brad’s clothes. As she rounded the bed, she untied the leather straps from the foot posts and gathered the handcuffs, still wrapped through the headboard. She shook her head, looking at the items in her hand, as a deep sigh escaped her lungs, and a smile crossed her face. She looked around the room and spotted the blindfold. She gathered the items and stuffed them into Brad’s nightstand. She’d figure out where to hide them later; they were safe from the kids there. As Sarah pulled the pillow cases from the downy pillows, her foot bumped the dildo on the floor. Sarah threw the pillow cases to the pile and retrieved the ten inch, lifelike, hard cock. She stared at the fake phallus for several minutes, awed by its attention to detail, and its size. She was amazed that she was able to take the cock that was obviously larger than her husband’s cock which had satisfied her all these years. Unfortunately for Sarah, her pussy began to tingle as she ogled the stiff member. Her pussy was begging to be stretched and filled again, pleading with Sarah to reintroduce the two. Sarah snapped out of her trance before succumbing to her body’s desires. She ran to her side of the bed and hid the fake cock under her diary, letting out an exasperated sigh as she closed the drawer. She blinked her eyes several times as the fog cleared, and returned to cleaning. In her endeavors, Sarah spotted the brown bag that had held her surprise. She looked inside to see if there were other surprises. She spotted what looked like a newspaper in the bottom of the bag, something Brad, didn’t know about. She pulled the paper out, crumpled the bag, threw it in the trash, and sat on the bed to peruse the paper’s contents.

“The Party People’s Network” was splashed in big bold letters across the front of the page. Curious, Sarah read the articles. It turned out that the paper was all about swingers and the swinging lifestyle. There were stories from men and women alike, who shared their real-life recent experiences. There were articles about local, discreet clubs that catered to those that liked alternative style parties. There were listings about past events, and a calendar for upcoming events. Along with the advertising, the remainder of the pages contained personal ads from singles and couples, looking for everything imaginable under the sun. Sarah’s mind was truly spinning like a tornado now. Was this what Brad had in mind? Is this what Brad wanted? His odd behavior all started to make sense, now that she had found the paper. Sarah tucked the paper away in his underwear drawer as she contemplated confronting Brad with the find. Her confused mind was growing angered, thinking he was already screwing around behind her back. As she calmed down though, she realized that it was highly unlikely, and that Brad was too embarrassed to talk openly about his secret, taboo desires. Sarah convinced herself that she probably would have flipped out had Brad approached her on the subject, until now; now that her mind and body seemed to crave the exact same thing. Again, she thought about confronting Brad, with an understanding approach, but found the knot in her stomach tightening as she worried whether she was misinterpreting his behavior. She could ruin everything if she told Brad she wanted to have other lovers, and that wasn’t what he had in mind. Sarah resigned to keep everything under wraps for now, letting Brad divulge his intentions. She also wasn’t quite sure she was ready for anything like that emotionally. She pushed everything to the back of her mind as she finished up in the bedroom.

The rest of the dreary morning was uneventful as Sarah tended to her usual household chores. She stood at the back window, looking onto the deck, watching the raindrops splatter as they fell. Her mind was void of any thoughts, a reprieve of sorts from the thoughts flooding through earlier. The phone rang, startling her from her daze. It was Brad calling from work.

Brad was making his, now ritual, late morning call, as per Mark’s instructions. He apologized for running out of the house in such haste, to which Sarah also apologized for not setting the alarm. They both chuckled. Brad asked if she was okay, sensing a tenseness in her voice. She assured him she was fine. He then told her he would be home on time today, and unfortunately he had no surprises planned for tonight. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to broach the subject of her find, quite yet. However, her body resented the probability she would go without sex tonight. Sarah reminded Brad she had to go shopping today, and had better leave if she were to make it back in time.

Brad wondered how his blackmailer had their routine down, knowing exactly what buttons were going to get pushed and when. Brad swallowed the lump in his throat, and then put on his sexual charm asking what Sarah was wearing. Sarah told him she had on the sweats. In a naughty tone, he asked Sarah if she could do just one thing for him.

Sarah immediately picked up on his change in inflection. Her body instinctively perked up, seemingly taking control of her mind. “Depends …” she responded, waiting to see what he had in mind.

“You know that black lace outfit you have hiding in the drawer?” Sarah knew which outfit he was referring to. It was one of those impromptu, naughty lingerie sets she had ordered through a catalog a couple of years ago. She wore it once for Brad’s pleasure, and it got stuffed in the drawer ever since. She acknowledged Brad’s question, still unsure what he wanted her to do. “Put it on please.”

Sarah assured Brad she would change into the outfit, just for him, once she got back home. Brad interrupted her seemingly canned response. “No. Put it on now. Nothing else.”

“Brad,” Sarah screamed. “I told you. I’ve got errands to run. I’ve got to go shopping.” He obviously wasn’t paying attention. Or, so she thought.

“I know it’s raining out, so put on my trench coat.” Brad was surprised that Mark had predicted Sarah’s responses to a tee. Little did he know how much Mark actually knew about Sarah, and how he intended to manipulate her though Brad.

Sarah paused for a long minute, fully comprehending what Brad was asking her to do. She was about to say something when she recalled making the decision to let Brad call the shots. As her body responded to the idea, her voice raised an octave, nervously agreeing to do so. She hung up the phone and plodded up the steps. Her nipples were getting hard as images of her dressed as Brad wanted her flashed through her mind. Once again, her imagination ran rampant, fueling the fire in her loins. Mark watched on his monitor as Sarah rummaged through her drawers pulling out a black lace bra, crotchless panties, stockings, a garter and something else he couldn’t quite make out. Mark spied Sarah on his monitor as she removed the sweats, tossing them on the newly made bed. She stepped into the panties and adjusted them as she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror. She wanted to pet her tingling pussy, knowing full well she’d end up masturbating if she did so. She then grabbed the cloth Mark couldn’t distinguish. He watched as Sarah held it against her back and laced the front; finally figuring out it was a waist cinch corset, which pulled her taut belly tighter, pushing her lungs into her chest, making her tits stick out further as they swelled. She then slipped into the lace bra, which barely covered her puckered nipples, pushing her tits even higher on her chest and squeezing the ripe melons together. She already looked like a million bucks as she stopped momentarily to eye her figure in the mirror again. She then rolled the stockings onto her long slender legs, encasing the creamy white flesh in the sheer black nylons, ensuring the dark black seam ran a straight line up the back of her legs. Finally Sarah locked the garter around her waist and secured the stockings to the dangling snaps. Looking in the mirror, Sarah admired her own body, convincing herself she could compete against the beautiful starlets featured in the adult videos she had watched before. Now filled with confidence and determination, Sarah strode to the closet and fetched a pair of black, five inch heels. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it to the tee. Her legs became more accentuated as her ass jutted out, more noticeably, now that she was in heels. Rather than fix her hair up, Sarah felt she looked more sultry and sexy, leaving it in teasing disarray. Hell, it’d be ruined in the rain anyway.

Sarah traipsed downstairs to the hallway closet and threw the overcoat, over her electrified body. She wrapped the ties around the waist and strode to the door, keys in hand. She ambled through the drizzle and climbed into the car and headed to the store. Sarah found it difficult to concentrate on driving, feeling the cool air drift between her legs, sending shivers through her body. She desperately wanted to stick a finger in the wet opening. She made it to the store despite her urges.

She grabbed her cart and entered the store, immediately feeling the eyes of every person in the store upon her. While the looks messed with her mind, her body shuddered with excitement. She couldn’t deny she was getting turned on by the stares. The store seemed oddly occupied by a lot of men. The fact was there were no more men there than usual. Sarah was just more aware of them now that she was practically naked in front of them. Sarah could feel her pussy tingling, filling with moisture as she strode up and down each aisle, carefully picking the items off the shelf and placing them in her cart. The male shoppers seemed to go out of their way, passing by Sarah as she shopped. Every one smiled and said hello. The young men, who kept the shelves stocked, were more attentive to her when she asked for their help. She figured the one lad on the ladder had a good view down inside her trench coat, which she had a problem keeping closed. The mere thought that some strange young man was getting a thrill as he peeked down upon her, was getting her pussy nice and wet. Sarah silently cursed, feeling some of that moisture slip past the moist petals and slowly trickle down her inner thigh. Sarah was preoccupied, worrying about the clerk looking down her top, that she didn’t see the young man coming her way, and ended up plowing her cart into his.

Sarah apologized emphatically, and the kind, good-looking young gentleman, said it was okay. No eggs were broken. The two giggled. He stuck out his hand to shake Sarah’s hand. Sarah accepted.

“Mark, Mark Towson. I’m new to the area. I just moved in from across state. Are you from around here?” he asked.

Sarah was somewhat surprised by the overtly outgoing individual, yet found herself captivated by his charm. Sarah acknowledged that she lived a few miles from the store.

“That’s wonderful,” he added. “Yeah, I moved into a nice little house on Primrose Avenue in Gracedale Estates. It’s been hard getting used to the area. I can never find anything.”

Sarah was doubly surprised to find that the smooth talker lived a few blocks from her in the same development. She told him so and was delighted when he said he hoped to see her around the neighborhood. Just before he left, he asked Sarah if she could recommend a good spot for some nightlife action. Sarah said that she always liked to go to a place called, “The Homestead.” She explained that it was within the large hotel located right off the interstate. She added that the booths were secluded if you wanted privacy, but the dance floor was always packed. Mark thanked her for the tip saying that maybe he’d see her there sometime.

Sarah stood there smiling proudly, keeping her emotions in check, despite knowing that she had discreetly been checking out the sizeable bulge in his pants. She couldn’t believe herself. Once again, all she could think about was sex, and it was driving her insane. She wondered if he knew she was wearing practically nothing under the coat.

Mark chuckled to himself as he walked away. “If only they knew …” he mused to himself.

Sarah managed to finish her shopping, and for the first time since she’s shopped there, had one of the bagger’s offer to help her load her car. She accepted the offer since it was still raining out. The muscular lad walked side by side with her, blatantly staring at the opening in her overcoat. Sarah could feel that trickle all the way down to her knees now as her pussy leaked a steady flow. Her breasts tingled with excitement as she felt her nipples poke against the lace. The two loaded the car rather quickly, with Sarah stopping every time she bent over, to readjust the coat to cover her bra encased breasts, which were spilling out. When they were done, Sarah reached into her pocket and handed the hunky looking stud a five dollar bill. “Thank you,” she said as she handed him the money. Her body shuddered when they made contact, and all Sarah could think about was giving him a different kind of tip. She blushed and climbed into her car, too embarrassed to face him.

Sarah had other errands to run, but she couldn’t control the tension building within her. She needed release, and needed it quickly. She drove home with careful speed, while diddling a finger along her soaking slit. She hurriedly dropped the shopping bags on the kitchen table and shed her coat. She raced to the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. She pushed her middle finger into the sopping folds, and pumped several times before adding the second finger. She pumped the two fingers in and out, bringing her to the sandy beaches, watching the waves crash just beyond the horizon. She needed to be enveloped by those waves which would signal the release her body longed for. Sarah added a third finger to her seemingly loose hole. She felt the waters gather around her ankles as the waves neared. A gentle throbbing began in the pit of her stomach, continually building pressure as her hand pumped vigorously in and out of her hungry hole. Then the waves washed over her. Sarah’s body released its pent up energy, letting it flow with the outgoing tide. Sarah pulled her three fingers from her pussy. She was relieved, but not satisfied. She needed more; more than just her fingers. Sarah was ****, breathing heavily, she broke down her resolve and fetched the plastic boner hidden in her drawer. She took one loving look at her new trusty friend and aimed it at her wettest spot. Sarah held her breath and with one long, fluid push, drove the shaft nearly all the way in. She exhaled, letting her inner muscles grip the shaft as she methodically pulled and pushed, driving the steel rod deeper and deeper. As Sarah fucked herself with the dildo, her mind conjured up images of the men at the store. First there were the men in the aisles, and then she recognized the guy that sat atop the ladder staring down at her. She began fucking herself in earnest as she imagined Mark between her legs fucking her silly with the sizeable cock he was hiding in his pants. The fake cock was plunging in to its fullest as Sarah’s body erupted with the tremors she really sought. Mark’s image transformed into that of the muscular bagger, as she imagined his face twisting and contorting as he fucked his pole into her tight hole. Sarah lost control of the dildo as her body bucked. Her pussy clamped down on the shaft, not letting it slip from its **** hold. By the time Sarah was done, she was lying on her side, with the cock sticking out her pussy. She lay there almost comatose until she heard her kids come home from school.