The Day That Changed Sarah - Sex Stories

The Day That Changed Sarah

... spurts of thick, creamy cum, but just a couple of weak dribbles. He sighed his contentment as he let go of her head.

"Fantastic, darlin. Oh that was so fuckin' good. What a great lil' cocksucker you are!" he said before rolling over on his side and falling asleep.

She lay there for a moment, shocked, stunned. After a moment or two she got up and went to the bathroom. She leaned over the washbasin and heaved and thought she was going to vomit. She rinsed her mouth out repeatedly with water, then with mouthwash. She was used to the taste of Dave's cum, but not this. She spent five minutes brushing her teeth with toothbrush and toothpaste. The filthy taste of some unknown sluts cunt was finally gone, but not the memory of it.

She sat on the toilet and wept. That their marriage should have come to this. It was bad enough, she thought, that he had been unfaithful, but that he should have so little consideration for her, that he made her suck his dirty, unwashed cock, was unforgivable.

She had done so much to make their marriage work. She had given up her job to take on the traditional housewife role. When money was short it was always her that went without. She couldn't remember the last time she had bought herself new clothes. But there always seemed to be money for him to go drinking or going to football matches. It was rare that she had the chance to go out with her friends. More and more he just seemed to take her for granted. Where had all the love gone?

As ...

... her tears dried up her mood changed from misery, shame, humiliation, disgust, sadness to one of anger. A sense that enough was enough. She felt like leaving him, but she wasn't going to do that, for the sake of the children. But things were going to change, she told herself. She didn't know how yet, but change they would.

The new Sarah.

Sarah was tall and slim, but curvy in all the right places. And even after having had two children her 34C breasts and her derriere were as firm and perfectly shaped as they had always been. She had shoulder length, light brown hair ( which she always thought of as mousy ), and a pretty face. She had a light complexion and her skin was flawless. She was a modest woman and never really acknowledged that she was actually rather beautiful. But the next morning she studied herself in the mirror and, in her new mood, decided that maybe she didn't look too bad. If Dave didn't value her she thought, then maybe someone else would.

The rest of the weekend was just a normal family weekend. She said nothing to him about what had happened, but acted normal, if a little cool. Monday evening however they had a blazing row. Sarah reminded Dave that he needed to give her enough money, to buy the dress that had been promised her. It was her best friend Julia's thirtieth birthday in a couple of weeks, and a girls night had been planned.

"Sorry, Sarah, we can't afford it this month."

"But you promised, ages ago!"

"Yeah, but I have had to pay for ...