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Shula’s Indiscretions - Part 1.
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Shula was a typical suburban housewife. She was married to Darren, who worked for the Council as a chartered surveyor. She was 27, five years Darren’s junior and they’d been together for six years, married for four. They had a four year old daughter, Hope, and lived in a victorian three bedroom terrace in Havering.
Shula was 5’6” tall, slim but a little curvy in all the right places. Nice ‘small but perky boobs’. Not exactly model material, but fairly attractive in a ‘girl next door’ sort of way. She was what a lot of people would call ‘prim and proper’. She’s been a prefect at school.
Shula’s marriage was reasonably happy, although she sometimes felt bored and trapped. She hadn’t worked since Hope was born (Darren didn’t want her to) and she felt somewhat unchallenged. She went to pilates once a week at the sports centre and they sometimes met friends at weekends, as well as spending time with hers and Darren’s respective parents, but otherwise her main interactions in life were with the other parents when dropping off Hope and picking her up from pre-school.
Sex had taken something of a back seat since Hope was born. For a while she hadn’t wanted to, and that was compounded by the fact that Darren was under a lot of stress at work. Darren was in a senior role. They were perpetually short staffed at that department at the Council and the stress weighed heavily on him. He always seemed to be tired and irritable. He was a good provider and nice enough. He just never paid her any compliments or much attention at all really. She wasn’t complaining though. She considered herself lucky to have a house that they could afford and a stable family. It’s more than a lot of people her age have.
On one fateful sunny Tuesday morning Shula was getting ready to take Hope the ten minute walk to pre-school. She heard a crash of breaking glass. She looked out through the front windows and saw that the Amazon driver had dropped a box right outside her house. It looked like it had contained bottles of beer or something as liquid had quickly soaked the cardboard which was disintegrating before her eyes, the shards of glass sticking through. The guy looked at a bit of a loss as to what he might do.
Shula, concerned about all the school kids walking down the street decided to help. She quickly grabbed the kitchen washing up bowl, and a dustpan and brush then went outside. “We’d best get the glass in this bowl she said to the driver.” He nodded. As they worked to tidy the broken glass into the bowl Shula studied the man. He was a tall and powerfully build black man about her age. He smelled nice and had a friendly smile. She’s seen him around before although couldn’t remember her delivering to them.
When they’d finished getting the broken glass into the bowl Turned and slid it under her car saying “I’ll sort that properly later.” The deliver guy replied “Whoa, don’t do that to me.”. “What?” said Shula as she turned around, before promptly realising she’d just bent over right in front of him and was wearing tight leggings. He’d had quite the view of her bottom! She blushed bright red at the realisation. He saw this and quickly said “Sorry. Thank you for helping me.” before going in his way…. |
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Shula’s Indiscretions - Part 2
As the driver walked away Shula’s heart fluttered a little. A handsome man had just paid her a compliment, and it felt good. She took Hope to pre-school and carried on as normal but the event stayed with her, especially as she later transferred the broken glass into a dry box and taped it up safely ready for the dustman.
Some days weeks passed and Shula saw the driver out of the windows a few times. She’d begun to fantasise about him a little. He was obviously a horny guy. She wondered what it would be like to be touched by him, and fucked by him… She’d never in a million years act on it though. She was married and she had so much to lose!
One day Shula had ordered some flower pots for the garden and got a text saying ‘Your delivery driver Ron will be with you between 12 and 1’. At a little past midday, the doorbell rang and as she opened the door there he was. “Hello Ron.” she said with a cheeky smile and a little flutter of the eyelids. Ron gave her the warmest smile as he placed the box in her hands and brushed the back of her hand with his fingers as he pulled away. Shula shivered. It felt electric. They passed the time of day and commented on the weather before he went on his way. As he walked down the drive she called out “It’s Shula.” to him.. He looked around and repeated “Shula.” with a big smile. |
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Shula’s Indiscretions - Part 3
As the months wore on, Shula ordered more from Amazon. She always hoped to see Ron, and flirted with him as much as she could if he showed. He always reciprocated. It became a naughty hobby and she fantasised more and more about her potential lover. This form of ‘mental escape’ started to blur with reality and Shula started planning to act on her fantasy. She paid more and more attention to her appearance and was always immaculately made up and dressed. She kept her pussy perfectly shaved and ready for action. Even Darren noticed and commented on it.
Shula decided that she would try and entice Ron Inside the house for quickie sex. She made another Amazon order and when she got the delivery window she went upstairs, undressed and put on her best black lingerie with just a silky green robe over the top. She wondered if Ron would be the one who came. The doorbell rang and she could see through the glass that it was him.
She opened the door and Ron’s eyes were all over her. “Err.. hello..” he said slowly. “Can you bring that in for me?” asked Shula. “Of course.” Said Ron. He came inside and closed the door behind him. It had barely latched and Shula’s robe had dropped to the floor. “Can you spare me a few minutes then?” she asked, placing her hands on his waist and going on tip toes to peck his bottom lip. “Jesus Christ!” exclaimed Ron. What are you doing to me? They have us in a schedule. I can’t be here more than a couple of minutes!” Ron held her and ran his hands over her smooth svelte body. Her pussy ached for him and she could feel herself making her knickers wet as her pussy twinged. Ron took a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbled down his number. “Text me and we’ll work something out.” He said pushing it into her hand.
Before he left her he kissed her deeply forcing his tongue inside her mouth. He ran his hands over her back again, squeezed her bare bum cheeks and twanged her thong before turning and leaving.
Oh wow! Thought Shula. A wave of euphoria crashed over her, She could barely believe she’d done it. She created a contact in her phone as ‘Ronnie’ (she could claim it was a woman, perhaps another school parent) and texted him. ‘WHEN CAN WE GET IT ON STUD. I WANT YOU INSIDE ME.’ She could barely believe that she could be so rude and slutty, but she just had been!
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For the rest of that afternoon the filthy sex texts flowed back and forth. Ron spent the afternoon struggling with a huge erection, texting between deliveries. Shula spent the afternoon on the marital bed, knickers off. Her head and shoulders propped up on the pillow, her knees up and legs spread and the fingers of her right hand working her gaping, dripping wet pussy, as she clumsily texted Ron with her left hand. It was intense!
When Shula finally threw some clothes on to go and collect Hope she realised that she’s have to do the emergency sheet change that she’s planned anyway because she’d made quite the wet patch.
Ron had a girlfriend and child of his own, but over the next few days they both spent every available moment sneaking away from the rest of their respective households to sext! |
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Shula and Ron spent a couple of weeks yearning for each other. Finally the day came that Ron was off work and able to escape his girlfriend, and Shula was available at home. Plans were made.
Ron arrived at 10 am prompt to Shula’s bearing a fake package as arranged (in case a neighbour saw) and skilfully slipped indoors. No words were necessary. He and Shula were immediately all over each other. He carried her lingerie clad body up the stairs, hurriedly ripped off his clothes and pulled her in tight to his muscular frame.
Shula sighed and moaned as he explored and squeezed her. His huge bulging cock pushed hard against her tummy and she reached down to take control of the tip. She fought his hands off and dropped to her knees hungrily taking him inside her warm wet mouth. He moaned as she worked the tip of his cock with her mouth and the shaft with her hands.
“That’s enough.” said Ron as he reached down, put his hands under her armpits and lifted Shula clean off of the floor. She wrapped her legs around him and positioned herself as best she could as he tried to sit her directly on his big hard cock. It didn’t work, these porn type moves rarely do and Ron laid her back on the marital bed. Shula lifted her knees high, spread her legs wide and relaxed her toes as Ron positioned himself ready to penetrate her, bare as they had arranged.
She placed ran her hands across his muscular chest as Ron traced up and down the outside of Shula’s dripping wet cunt with the glistening tip of his hot hard cock. His pre-cum mixed with Shula’s juices to make the perfect lubricant. Shula’s heart pounded and she gasped with anticipation as she waited for her long time crush to part her lips. When he did, it was the most perfect and delicious sensation of her entire life. She’d never imagined anything remotely so hot.
Ron eased into her a little at a time. Just half an inch at first then an inch, then a little more. It was much bigger than Darren’s and Shula’s body had to adapt to accommodate it. Mother nature had her back though and Shula’s body reacted like a boss. The blood flow around her cunt increased and her body forced out extra lubrication through her velvet walls. Ron explored around her pussy with his fingers a little as he worked his way in and she was soaking wet and slippery. He traced around and pushed against her wet butt hole with his fingers as he pushed in further.
Before log Ron was fucking Shula hard and deep. They were both in heaven. He whispered “You’re just like a tight little virgin.” in her ear. She giggled “Not any more after this.” back to him.
They spent a couple of hours fucking in different positions. They took a super sexy soapy shower together and Ron left. They were like naughty teenagers. Each one having to give the other one more kiss and say goodbye once more about a dozen times each. Shula rushed to tidy up and get the sheets in the wash before she had to collect Hope. She was walking on air. She felt satiated like she never had before.
She spent the rest of the day in a sort of ‘out of body’ state and struggled to behave in a normal way when Darren came home. She wished she could see Ron every day for the rest of her life…. |
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Shula’s Indiscretions - Part 6.
Shula and Ron carried on for a while and things grew more intense. The sexting carried on, but they could only meet once every few weeks if that. It was just practicalities. When they did meet up, the sex was just amazing. Every bit as good as the first time. Even better. They spent hours sexting during the days. Ron would be working but with a huge boner and Shula would invariably be sat somewhere, knickers off and hand between legs…
After their fourth meet, things went wrong. Very wrong.
After a super hot steamy session, Shula was wafting around on cloud nine. She’d cleared up and everything, collected Hope and was waiting for Darren to come home. When he pulled into the front driveway, she noticed that his attention was taken by something off to one side and that he had gone to next door rather than coming in. Shula didn’t get on with the woman next door and bearing in mind what she done that lunchtime she was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread.
When Darren came back from next door he was red and looked shocked. He didn’t speak to Shula and couldn’t even look at her. He went upstairs and changed then went out. Shula’s stomach churned. She thought she was going to be sick, or feint, or both. She held it together for Hope and got her off to bed. She texted Darren ‘are you coming home’ several times but got no reply.
Shula eventually heard the front door open at about 1 am. Darren was d*unk. His opening words were “You’re a fucking whore Shula.”
Shula trembled and tears streamed down her face. She said “Please can you keep your voice down. Hope is asleep. We can talk through anything you want.” Darren’s first question was just “Why?”
Shula tried to minimise the damage claiming that Ron was just a friend. Darren was no fool and was having none of it. The woman next door had a ring doorbell with a very wide field of view. Shula hadn’t realised but it recorded right onto their frontage. She had clearly been very nosey and kept footage of Ron arriving and leaving on all of their sex meets. She had emailed all of this video to Darren so he had times of arrival and leaving hours apart on several dates.
Darren also explained that he’s suspected something was up for a while. The sneaking away to text was a giveaway, as was Shula’s greatly increased attention to detail with her appearance and personal grooming, particularly of her private parts. Lastly, Darren had several times gone through the laundry basket and checked all of Shula’s knickers. He’d been looking for direct evidence that she’d been with a man. He hadn’t found any (she’d been careful with that) but she wasn’t able to disguise that she’d been spending so much time in a state of arousal. Her knickers were heavily marked from getting very wet pretty much every day.
Shula finally confessed the whole thing. She said that she didn’t live Ron, that it was only a physical thing, nothing emotional and that she wouldn’t see Ron again. Darren wasn’t particularly impressed. He just said “You’re a cheap filthy whore cunt. Go to bed on your own. I’m sleeping down here.”
Shula texted Ron and broke it off as promised. They were both gutted, but he understood. He had as much to lose as her and he’d got away with things very lightly.
The following months were the worst of Shula’s life. Darren could hardly look at her. He had returned to sleeping in the same bed but would go nowhere near her like she was contaminated. If she tried to touch him he pushed her away. He’d started going out several nights a week drinking with his old football mates. Whilst he was just about civil in front of Hope or any of their parents, when in private he openly referred to Shula as ‘whore’ or ‘slut’.
Shula repeatedly told Darren that she still loved him. He just scoffed and laughed at her….. |
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After some months of Darren’s cold treatment Shula was severely worn down and depressed. The worst had happened. Those few weeks of sexual fulfilment and bliss had pretty much ruined her life. She couldn’t see a way out. She could tell that Hope had noticed the change of relationship between the two of them and that broke her heart.
One evening, when Hope was in bed Shula braved trying to speak to Darren. That’s how hard things had got. She wanted to be composed because he routinely brushed aside any sign of emotion from her as ‘crocodile tears’.
“Darren.” She said. “What can we do, what can I do to move on from all this? I wish I hadn’t done what I did, but I did. And we can’t live like this forever. There must be something that can make it a bit better? Even just a tiny bit?” By the end, despite her best efforts she had broken into tears.
Darren ignored her, as had become usual, but after a few minutes did speak. “Ok.” He said. “So if you really had no feelings for this guy, and were just exploring sexually, as you claim, then you’d enjoy having sex with other men, right?” “I’m not sure it works just like that Darren.” she replied.
“You’re full of it slag.” He retorted.
Hurting again, Shula tried to keep him engaged. “Well ok Darren. Carry on. What were you going to say?” There was another long pause as Darren scrolled through his phone ignoring her. Then he spoke again. “Since you like exploring, sexually, how about I bring some of my mates around for a card night and you fuck them?” he said.
Shula was repulsed by the idea. The only purpose would be to humiliate her. He knew that she hated most of his friends. Bearing in mind how difficult things had been she thought very carefully before she replied. “Ok Darren. If that’s really what you want and it would make you happy then I’ll do it for you.”
“I don’t think you could do anything to make me happy again, but it would at least make me feel a bit better.” Darren replied. At least he’s honest, she thought. “Ok then. Arrange it.” she said. |
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A couple of weeks passed and Darren had arranged the ‘card game’. Shula hated the idea, but remained demure and respectful in an effort to move forwards with Darren. He had actually responded positively and was speaking to her a little bit more, although she was certain that it was just retribution, punishment for her, and that he didn’t really like the idea himself.
Darren’s requirements for the evening were as follows. Hope would stay with his parents for the weekend. On Saturday night Darren’s three best football drinking mates, Sean, Alan and Brendan would come around at about six. Shula would have a meal prepared for them and there would be plenty of beer on ice. So far so good, but this is where the humiliation and punishment would start.
Shula was to prepare herself immaculately ‘exactly as she had for him’ (Darren couldn’t resist that) and would be wearing only a tiny and very see through thong that Darren had bought especially for the occasion. She wouldn’t eat with them or be drinking, but would simply act as a nearly naked waitress to cater to their every whim. She would first of all serve them food and drinks.
Shula had instructions to prepare the master bedroom as a makeshift brothel, the way that one of Darren’s mates had described one to him, The bed was to be made up with just the bottom sheet and pillows and she was to have a plentiful supply of fresh towels available to spread on the bed, should anyone want to do anything. The towel was to be changed between guys. Shula was obviously cast in the role of ‘the talent’ for the night as well as naked waitress.
If any of the guys wanted to do anything with Shula, they simply had to ask Darren at any time during the evening and he could grant them permission to take Shula upstairs to the room. She was under instructions show them ‘the time of their lives’ (like she had had for Ron) and do anything they wanted. This included bareback sex, anal and kissing which one of them had told Darren all usually cost extra in ‘establishments’. Darren knew she had a copper IUD fitted so there were no worries with pregnancy and he knew that she’d fucked bare with Ron. He wanted to get her back for that. She also had never done anal before, with anyone.
Shula was dreading the evening. It was like the worst thing she could ever have to go through. In equal measure though, she was enjoying earning a little respect back from Darren by being brave enough to take the punishment and go along with it. |
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Shula’s Indiscretions - Part 9.
Soon enough the fateful Saturday arrived. Shula’s head was full of so many things. Above all else, what if she degraded herself by doing this and things didn’t improve with Darren? What if they were worse? The. She told herself things couldn’t get much worse than they were and had actually improved a bit.
Mid morning, Darren went off to drop Hope with his parents then came back with the car and told Shula to be ready by four. He then walked to the local pub to meet the ‘three twats’ as Shula imagined them. She hadn’t seen any of them since their wedding. Sean and Brendan were both married. She felt very conflicted about that, but couldn’t really moralise bearing in mind what she’d done.
Shula put a roast dinner on to cook and readied herself. She was absolutely immaculate. Hair, makeup, every part of her perfectly smooth, waxed, shaved and moisturised. Perfect, very expensive french tipped nails on her toes and fingers. She misted herself with her best perfume. Then at about three thirty, a little early, and without warning they arrived.
Shula’s heart pounded as she heard the front door open. She walked out into the hall wearing only her tiny thong and a smile. “Good afternoon gentlemen.” She said. Please come through to the lounge and take a seat while I get you some drinks.
The guys (except Darren) couldn’t take their eyes off of her. They studied every inch. They muttered things like ‘gorgeous’ and ‘stunning’ under their breaths. She might as well have been totally naked. The tiny thong was see through and her pussy lips were clearly visible. Shula felt totally exposed and vulnerable. Like a pray animal amongst a pack of hungry lions.
Once they’s sat in the lounge Shula went to the kitchen and poured four ice cold beers into the pre chilled glasses she’d also put in the fridge. She took them through to the lounge/diner on a tray and put them on the coffee table before passing them individually to the guys. They all said ‘Thank you Shula.’ or ‘Thank you gorgeous.’.
Shula went to sit down on one of the dining room chairs at the other end of the room but Darren said “Shula. Could you be a darling and take Brendan upstairs? He hasn’t had sex for about a month and he’s very excited.” Shula’s heart pounded almost out of her chest. She replied “Of course Darren.” and approached Brendan who had a stupid looking grin on his face. She took Brendan’s beer glass from him, put it on the coffee table and took him by the hand leading him towards the stairs. She climbed the stairs with him following. “Perfect arse.” he said.
When they got to the bedroom Shula asked if Brendan would like her to go outside while he undressed. He said “No. Just take my clothes and fold them for me.” Shula did as she was told. Then Brendan, now standing naked, said “Come here.”. Shula didn’t find him particularly attractive. He was Darren’s age. He had a bit of a belly and a hairy chest, but a bald head. He had a fair sized cock and balls, bigger than Darren’s but a fair bit smaller than Ron’s had been.
Brendan put his arms around her and pulled her towards him so that their bodies pressed together. She tried her best to relax and not show that she didn’t like him. He french kissed her and he smelled of beer. His hands were all over her and didn’t take too long to find her snatch. She wasn’t wet and his probing fingers didn’t trace smoothly along her slit.
“You need warming up.” said Brendan pushing her back onto the bed. He pulled her thong down and she manoeuvred her legs to make it easy for him to take off, pointing her toes in a dainty way as it came off over her feet. She laid back and parted her legs in the way Brendan was guiding them. His head went down between her legs and she felt a warm tongue brush over her outer lips, before easing between them.
Brendan was actually an expert at eating pussy and she relaxed into things imagining Ron or an old boyfriend Shula actually felt a little turned on. After a few minutes Brendan started to use his fingers as well as his mouth. Again, he was quite adept and Shula’s cunt dutifully readied itself for penetration. When he was ready he positioned himself on top of her ready for missionary and pushed inside without a condom. He fucked her hard and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him in. After about ten minuted he orgasmed and unloaded an absolutely prodigious quantity of cum inside her. She actually let out a little laugh and said “Whoa! Do you feel better for that?” A sweaty and out of breath Brendan replied “Thanks, that was fucking great.”
Brendan dressed and went downstairs. Shula squatted down by the bed holding a tissue under herself and drained as much of Brendan’s semen out of her as she could. She then cleaned around her pussy with a wet wipe, found her little thong and put it back on before going downstairs. As she went into the lounge the guys were all chatting and laughing. She heard the word slut just before she got into the room but they all went quiet when she walked in. She announced “Darren, I need to work on dinner now, if that’s ok.” and he nodded. She went through to the kitchen. |
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