Somber Reflections, and Sharon Controls Kelly (Week 8)

Kelly's ears were burning with shame as she listened to John describing the events of last night. It was a cool breezy Saturday morning - so the married couple had decided to go on a walk.

Spring was around them in all its glory, but the restless thoughts swirling in Kelly's mind were anything but glorious.

As John regaled his wife with the fantastical, scarcely believable tale from the bar, Kelly's mind recalled her own debauchery in vivid details.

Fooling around with Shaun's friend Marcus was certainly a new high for the previously naive housewife, heightened by the fact that it happened in open view of the public, cheering her on while calling her all sorts of names.

Or was it a new low? Kelly didn't know which was which anymore. She had become something she never knew was possible - a wanton slut who still loved her husband dearly. How on earth did that make any sense?

Kelly remembered protesting at first when Shaun suggested showing Marcus a good time. As depraved as she was, she had only ever been with one guy other than her husband. She certainly didn't want to become a common plaything for random men - her body belonged to Shaun.

A powerful pair of hands on the shoulders of the semi-drunken housewife quickly put a stop to that foolish notion. As Marcus guided the horny yet protesting brunette under the table down onto his crotch, she looked back at her supposed boyfriend in panic, hoping for some support.

Instead, her gaze met Shaun's cruel smirk, as if daring her to say no, daring her to defy him, and by extension, Marcus' advances.

Kelly did no such thing. She hungrily accepted Marcus' throbbing erection into her eager mouth, closing her eyes both from the pleasure and the shame from Shaun whoring her out like that.

"Am I that disposable to him?" a tiny voice cried out in a faraway corner of her mind. She paid it no heed, instead choosing to focus on the pleasure building inside and outside her.

She heard Shaun calling for people to watch and take pictures. Panicking, she tried to protest, but Marcus' hand kept her mouth firmly impaled on his cock. Eventually, she gave up, cheeks burning with shame and lust, as her head bobbed up and down in a frenzy on the sizeable erection from a complete stranger.

By the time Shaun pulled down her thong, she was too far gone. She didn't care anymore about who saw her exposed ass or cunt, or if they were calling her every dirty name in the book.

Her body was on fire. She needed some release. So, after she blew Marcus to a very public climax, she practically begged Shaun to take her right there.

When Shaun dragged her to the unused men's bathroom, she had no idea John would be in the next stall. The chances of something like that happening had to be astronomical.

As John was recalling the events from his perspective, Kelly realized just how low she had descended. She pictured herself kneeling on the dirty, disgusting bathroom floor, brows furrowed in concentration with only one goal in mind - to make the cock in her mouth happy.

And oh how she debased herself to make her lover happy.

Kelly shuddered at the idea of them being just a decibel or two louder - John might have found out and be done with his unfaithful wife. John was still her entire world, as absurd as that sounded. She couldn't bear to part ways with him - not now, not ever.

She suddenly felt the need to make it up to her husband. With the kind of deranged sexual escapades she was having on a daily basis, it was the least she could do for him.

As they sat on one of the park benches by the lake, Kelly look a glance around them, seeing only a couple of joggers pass by in the distance. Taking a deep breath, she leaned into John, placing her hand on his chest.

"So you cheated on me with some skank at the bar?" she playfully accused him, trailing a finger down his torso.

"No, it was nothing like that! I mean, it was, but all I wanted was you, baby..." he gasped before he could finish his sentence. His wife was caressing his crotch intently, her lithe fingers moving in circles.

"Kelly! Are you out of your God damn mind?"

She inched her face closer to John's neck, her breath hot to the touch on his skin. "You think she touched his cock like this before she blew him? The girl at the bar?"

Kelly grabbed his husband's cock over his sweatpants, pleased to find it was getting hard in her grip. Letting her lips touch John's neck ever so slightly, she unzipped him, pulling out his massive cock.

"Kelly, people will see. Public indecency laws..."

"You saw last night. Did you mind?" her hand was stroking his cock slightly now, causing John to lean back and close his eyes. The morning breeze caressed his hair, making his nipples extra sensitive against the fabric of his polo tshirt. Fuck.

Kelly kept stroking his big dick in her soft, delicate palm, kissing her husband on the neck from time to time - just two souls entertwined in a cycle of lust that required the barest minimum of physical touch.

Amidst the pleasing sensations, John suddenly realized he hadn't fucked Kelly even once since she started 'pretend' dating Shaun. All his orgasms since then had been from masturbation. Fuck. Fuck.

"Cum for me baby. I make you feel good, right? Won't you cum for me, love? Don't you love me anymore, baby?" she was trying to sound as sensuous as she would, but underneath, it was a genuine question coming from her soul.

Kelly needed to know if she still had a place in John's heart after all the wicked shenanigans she had put him through in the past few weeks.

"I love you. I love you. I love you more than anything in the world hun. Fuck..."

John couldn't stand Kelly's teasing any longer. He blew his load into the wind, splashes of it landing near the lake, on the grass, on his pants.

Kelly rubbed her hand on the tip of his penisto gather the precum on her index finger. Placing the finger on her tongue, she winked at John, her face aglow with love.

"I love you too, baby."

... ... ...

Shaun had to travel out of town for gang business, leaving Kelly at the mercy of Sharon and her mean girl posse for the week. It also offered her a chance to catch up on some much needed studies, because frankly, school had been second in priority to her over the past few weeks.

Kelly had an upcoming assignment she absolutely could not afford to fail. Unfortunately, it was also her most difficult subject - so, on Monday, she turned to her bestie for help.

"Sharon, Sharon, I beg you, please, help me out."

"Hmm, I don't know, what do I get in return?"

"I'd do anything. Pleeease?"

"Anything, bitch?" Sharon's eyes twinkled with mischief. Her sadistic side missed tormenting Kelly since she hooked up with Shaun. She wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

"Fine, I'll do your fucking assignment. But first, you'll have to do me a favor."

"Anything for you, Shar. Just tell me."

"You see, Kelly, there's this new toy I've been meaning to get. I was hoping you could help me test it out."

"A t...toy?" Kelly was perplexed. Why would a grown woman like Sharon need a toy?

The toy in question, as Kelly found out to her horror, was a remote-controlled egg vibrator. She instinctively squirmed at the thought of the unsightly purple thing entering her most private area.

Sharon and the girls took Kelly to one of the empty classrooms, perching her atop a desk, barking at her to spread her legs. As she did, face burning in shame, Sharon caught a glimpse of her lace panty-clad pussy.

"Fucking whore. She probably wears that to seduce Shaun right after class. What a skank." Sharon chuckled. The cheating housewife might as well had announced through a loudspeaker that she was a masochist at heart, evident by the wet spots on her panties from the indignant treatment her peers were dishing out right at that moment.

"Are you wet, Kelly?" asked Olivia, one of Sharon's minions.

"Come on guys, it's not funny. I'm not wet. What are you talking about?" a nervous Kelly giggled, trying to hide her embarrassment in front of the crowd of three now gawking at her crotch.

"Fucking dumb slut, we need you to be wet to insert this fucking toy. Show us". Sharon felt a great deal of joy in casually degrading the brunette in front of her little gang.

"Take off your panties. Let us see."

After some token protests from Kelly, she was sitting spread eagle on the desk, naked from the waist down, with Sharing inspecting her elegant folds up close. She was almost jealous. This bitch of a housewife had a pretty pussy that looked deliciously inviting.

Almost as if spurred on by the jealousy, Sharon roughly shoved the egg up her semi-wet cunt, making her whelp.

"Ouch, what was that for!?"

"Shut up you slut. Tell me how it feels."

Kelly groaned. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. She felt awkwardly full, and there wasn't any pleasing sensations. She felt like she was holding a large load of piss inside her.

"How about now?" Carol, Sharon's other minion, produced a small remote, before pressing a button on it.

Kelly felt a low hum in her groin, taking her by surprise. She looked down, trying to make sense of the new sensations she was feeling. She had never even seen a sex toy in person before, let alone have one inside her. And this one was actually making her feel really, really good.

She was sitting there in front of the three perverted girls, legs spread apart, mouth agape in a silent, dazed moan. Her left hand started moving to her clit, her wedding ring glinting in the dim light of the room. Before her hand could reach her throbbing clit, Sharon slapped it away.

"No touching while we're testing it out. That will ruin the results. Gosh, you could be so dumb at times, Kelly."

The horny housewife whimpered in frustration. The buzz inside her cunt was keeping her in a constant state of arousal, so much that she could barely concentrate on anything else, but not so much that she could cum from the sensations.

Throughout the day, Sharon and the girls kept tormenting Kelly with the remote control, keeping it humming at the lowest setting most of the times but increasing the intensity at unfortunate moments for the horny housewife.

Sharon in particular took great pleasure in making Kelly curse under her breath, almost yelping during quiet moments in the class, turning up the intensity of the vibrations to the medium setting.

But nothing could prepare Kelly for when she had to give a presentation in front of the class later that day. She felt the vibrator come to life several times throughout her demonstration, choosing to grit her teeth and be done with it.

However, at the end of the session, when her teacher, Mr. Braun, asked her a question from his desk, she felt her stomach jump in surprise. The toy inside her turned up, buzzing incessantly in the medium setting, sending a jolt of panic throughout her body.

She gripped the edge of the teacher's desk right beside her, hoping to control her breathing, trying her damnest not to moan out loud. Mr. Braun, genuinely concerned for her well-being, asked if she was feeling alright. Just then she felt the vibrator turn off, mercifully.

Kelly looked into her teacher's eyes, assuring him she was alright. As she released her grip on the desk, the vibrator came back to life, this time turned up to the highest setting.

With a yelp, she leaned into Mr. Braun, gripping his left shoulder. Right there, hovering above the dumbfounded teacher, Kelly started having an orgasm without warning.

Sharon was all-smiles at the back of the class, grinning widely at the spectacle unfolding in front of her. Unbeknownst to the class, Kelly was rubbing her whore pussy on the edge of the teacher's desk before reaching her climax while holding Mr. Braun's shoulder.

As shame washed over Kelly's flustered face, she offered a half-hearted apology, mumbling something about feeling dizzy. Looking at her coming back to her seat disoriented and cunt juice running down her thighs, Sharon licked her lips.

This was going to be a fun week.