Those of you who have read my stories before know I don't write short stories, this is the longest yet, I couldn't break it down anymore without detracting from the plot. I hope you enjoy the new character (M)
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Sarah lay there doing her duty, thinking of nothing in particular just looking at the spot on the ceiling where she always looked when her husband had sex with her. She stopped calling it 'making love' many years ago and was now at the time in her life when she was just glad when he rolled off her and fell asleep.
James made his usual grunt as his semen spurt into her and a second later he rolled off. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up; by the time she got back he was asleep as usual. She felt nothing, but then she never did, she had done her duty like she had done for nearly twenty years.
She had met James when she was 18 and he was 28. Her parents adored him and had arranged the wedding more or less as a matter of procedure, as though it was expected that she would marry him even before she had met him, not helped much by the fact that James was the son of her father's oldest friend. Sarah was totally naive. Relationships, sex and marriage were never discussed in her home so when James asked her to marry him she knew it was her parent's dearest wish that she said yes, and that they had probably assumed the proposal was just a formality.
The wedding had gone pretty much as weddings do, Sarah feeling like an outsider throughout seemed to be ushered from one part to the next without anyone being concerned for her feelings, all just so happy she had made such a good match. The wedding night was a bit of a surprise as no one had told her anything about sex, not even what to expect, just that they slept in the same bed and that James would 'Have needs' which she was expected to help him with. Accordingly when he pulled up her nightdress and pushed her legs apart she was a little confused, what happened next was slightly painful, very embarrassing, and messy. Thankfully it lasted only a few minutes. And that's how it had been ever since.
Now at 35 Sarah looked back and wondered if thing's could ever have been any different. She doubted it, deep down she resented her parents for there total lack of 'worldliness'. She slipped back into bed and soon drifted off to sleep.
As usual the alarm went off at six am the following morning; she woke up and as usual showered and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Once it was ready she woke her husband and waited in the dinning room till he appeared some fifteen minutes later dressed and ready for work. As usual they ate in silence and as usual at six forty five he left for work with a cursory 'Bye'. She knew that as usual he would catch the seven o'clock train to the city and he would sit in his usual place and read his usual paper getting to work at his usual time, while she got dressed in her usual totally unfashionable office suit and went to work in her usual car to her usual office in the local town.
'My, isn't life exciting' she mused.
Sarah walked into her usual office and said her usual "Good morning Jill" to her secretary and then sat at her usual desk.
Jill was the same age as Sarah but she seemed much younger, full of life and apparently able to laugh at anything. Sensible, very fashionable and got on well with almost everybody, but no one dared to try and get past her to see Sarah, she was like a watchdog and never let anyone past without clearing it with Sarah first. Sarah looked at her sometimes and wondered why she wasn't more like Jill, even envied her at times because she just seemed so happy all the time. Yet Sarah couldn't call her a friend, or anyone else come to that, in her whole world Sarah didn't have anyone she could truly call a friend, they were all, acquaintances.
"Here's that Harringay report you asked for." Jill said, "And today's post, nothing urgent for a change. Coffee or tea today?"
Sarah took the papers and smiled, "Lets be daring and have tea shall we?"
Jill turned and left the office without a comment, closing the glass door behind her. Sarah felt a slight flush at her 'Let's be daring' comment being ignored, . She checked through the post and distributed it for action and then studied the report. She was still looking at it when Jill brought her tea in. "When do I have a few days free Jill?" Sarah asked, "I think I will have to have a look at the Harringay store, they seem to be getting a bit stagnant, and maybe they need a push."
"I thought they had that young guy in there now?" Jill commented.
"Yes they do but you know what these graduates are like."
"Yes I know what you mean, I'll check the diary but I think you're pretty clear for the next few weeks." She went to her desk and pulled out a large desk diary. "Yes. Nothing major for three weeks, I can book you in for next week if you like and see how it goes, if anything comes up I will email you or phone if you like, might do you good to get away for a while, you seem a bit tense these days."
"Err....Yes book it for next week but keep it quiet I want to have a look at them on the QT, the change might do me good."
Sarah knew the change would not do her any good, it wasn't a change she needed. Since her teens she had always felt like this as her menstrual cycle approached. For years she had just passed it off as part of the cycle, till some years ago she had discovered masturbation. Her first orgasm had seriously changed her opinion of 'that feeling'. She now knew that it would creep up on her slowly, to begin with it was only now and again but since she had started masturbating it had become more regular and, if she was honest more needed. That was what was wrong with her. She was a week past her cycle and she had deliberately denied herself the release masturbation would give her, just to make it stronger. She loved the feeling a strong orgasm gave her but hated the guilt that came with it, the feeling of being dirty, perverted in some way, but her body craved for it and she knew that very soon she would have to give herself that relief.
The following couple of days passed like all the rest. Her trip to Harringay was booked for three days but she knew that it could change once down there. She had not relieved her frustration yet and the pain was getting excruciating, she knew she would have to give in very soon. Tonight was like most nights when the pain got bad, she was working late, a lot later than usual. She was in no hurry to get home as she knew that James would be late home as well and she hated being in the house by herself, she also slyly admitted that she hated doing dinner for him when he came home so late. It didn't matter what time he got in, if she was there he expected a cooked meal, part of being a working wife he said.
Finally she decided she couldn't put it off any longer, she would drop some papers off in Ben's office and go home. Ben was supposed to be the office administrator but it seemed he always got someone else to do his work. Sarah hadn't bothered to switch any lights on as she was used to walking around in the semi darkness, the night lights gave out a soft eerie glow that somehow warmed her. As she approached Bens office she heard sounds coming from inside, not sure what to expect she crept along till she could see clearly through the glass walls into his office. Now the sounds were clear, and the cause.
"Oh god Ben that feels so fucking good, harder do it harder." the voice said. Sarah couldn't see the girls face so wasn't sure who it was. But what she was doing was plain; she was naked, bent over a chair with Ben, also naked standing behind her, hands on her hips and pulling her onto him. As Sarah was to their side they hadn't seen her but she could plainly see Ben pushing his cock into her as hard as he could, the look on his face telling how much he was enjoying it.
"Your one fucking horny bitch." he said. "You know that? One horny fuck."
