Sarah makes her way home ...

Sarah came to her senses after a seeming eternity as her body slowly recovered from the tortuous pleasure. She remained motionless, laying atop the bed, still encased in blackness, the blindfold still in place. As she came to her senses, she recalled where she was, and what kind of a situation she had put herself in. Since she was still weak from the furious fucking, she opted to stay where she was and continue to relax, slowly regaining her strength and clear consciousness. As Sarah gathered her senses, she realized the bed had stopped vibrating, causing her to wonder how long she had been there, and what time it was. She also became acutely aware of the silence in the room despite, obvious noise coming from beyond the walls.

Was she alone? Should she take the blindfold off? Was it over? She reached around the bed searching for the presence of another body. There was no one there. Was the person still in the room, simply watching her? She called out in a low whisper. There was no response. Cautiously, Sarah sat up in bed, waiting to hear someone order her to lie down. Still … nothing. She planted her feet on the cold floor and felt the chill run through her body. Nervously she moved her hands to her face, covering her blinded eyes. If there was someone here, she surmised, they’d stop her now. She pushed the mask up and opened her eyes to find herself still cloaked in a room of blackness. Again she wondered and worried what time it was. Nevertheless, she scanned the small room for any signs of other inhabitants. She was alone! She breathed a sigh of relief, despite the worries that still plagued her.

Sarah continued sitting on the bed, letting her thoughts and emotions float through her head. The more she thought about this recent escapade, the more worried she became that it was not Brad that had been there. It was little things that began to tip her off. When she squeezed his ass, it was firm and hard, but Brad’s was soft and cushiony. She also never recalled Brad’s cock going so deep in her throat before. If it wasn’t Brad, then who was it? Now Sarah began to worry again. Then the sudden realization hit her, that if it wasn’t Brad, Brad would be getting home and she wouldn’t be there! She’d need some kind of an excuse. She had to get out of there, and get home, quickly!

She scampered from the bed and turned on one of the wall lights above the end table. The room was instantly lit in a soft orange glow. It was then she spotted the sheet of paper laying atop her neatly folded dress on the only chair in the room. “KEEP THE OUTFIT ON”

Sarah sighed, a tiny smile creeping onto her face as she reached for the dress and pulled it over her barely clad frame. The tight fit of the knit dress did nothing to hide the outline of the cords that hugged her frame, keeping what little satin material there was, in place. She had to repeatedly adjust the dress and the cords, so that it fit 'properly'. It took a while, but she managed to make herself only somewhat presentable before opening the door and walking the short distance to her car.

Sarah's face flushed crimson at the knowing walk of shame, past the several men standing outside the doors of several of the nearby rooms. The cat calls and wolf whistles made her skin crawl with an unexpected excitement. She punched the buttons on the keyless entry and opened the door, quickly sliding into her seat. She hurriedly left the lot and headed towards the highway.

It was only then that Sarah checked herself in the mirror, gasping at the signs of dried cum still caked to her face. She reached into her purse, thankful to find a wet wipe, and cleaned the tell tale remnants indicating her infidelity. Only a thorough cleansing shower would clean the remnants still seeping from between her thighs. She called her sister and informed her that she was on her way to get the kids. She nervously called the house, expecting Brad to answer, but was thankful that he hadn't. She then called him at work, and found that he had just made it back to the office after being at the work site all day. He told her he had to wrap up a few things and that he'd be on his way home. It hadn't even dawned on him that Sarah was calling from her cell and not the house. Somewhat relieved, she hurried to Ann's where the kids were anxiously waiting.

Sarah had met the kids at the door, where Ann was also waiting. Ann looked at Sarah quizzically and inquired, “Is everything alright?”

“Sure! Why do you ask?”

“Well, you're dressed kind of slutty, and you look like you've been fucked hard!” Ann was never one to beat around the bush. Her honest perception was part of her blunt personality, and she was not one to mince words.

Sarah was suddenly very uneasy, insure of how she should reply to her sister. She too, could easily tell when Sarah was lying, for she could never hide her emotions. She could feel the redness envelop her face as Ann's face twisted in apparent shock. Thinking quickly, whispering so that the children couldn't hear, Sarah stated she had just 'visited' Brad at work. She winked before turning away and hustling the kids towards the car. She thanked Ann, calling out over her shoulder when she reached the car.

During the drive home, Sarah realized that if she had stayed one minute longer at Ann's, she would have spilled her guts. This roller coaster ride of events, was not something she felt like she could share with anyone; not until all the puzzle pieces came together. There was still a lot of doubt about Brad's involvement in these activities, yet Sarah was convinced that her recent tryst at the motel was not her husband. The questions returned as she drove silently with the kids in the back.

Was Brad there at the motel? Was he sitting in the chair watching Sarah get fucked by the nameless stranger? Who was the wonderful, masterful lover that she gave her ass to? Who sent the package full of toys? Who sent the motel key? Did he know she gave the delivery a blowjob, or fucked the mailman? Would she do it again, given the chance? Would she do it if Brad was there?

She was going deliriously crazy trying to make sense of everything. It was much easier to just listen to her body and do what came naturally. The unveiling of her long hidden sexual creature would be her guiding light, she surmised.

Sarah pulled into the driveway, suddenly recalling the presence of her children in the rear. She hurried into the house, raced to the bedroom, and shed her clothing. It was then she spotted the dreaded trident laying upon the mattress. She cursed herself, needing to be more careful about leaving things lying around in the open! She tossed it in the box and retrieved the two dildos still in the hamper, rejoining them with their counterparts. She tucked the toys away and rushed into the shower, just as Brad was walking through the door, greeted by his doting children.