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Sarah’s Game – Part 4 – Final
James sat in the living room, heart pounding, he’d never felt so helpless. The room was dark and silent, turning the light or TV on just hadn’t occurred to him.
Sarah’s last words as she had got out of the car and walked away from him echoing in his head.
“Go home and wait now, I want you thinking about me, about us, what we might be doing, all the time Im gone. Knowing you’re doing that will make it even hotter for me. Knowing you’re hurting so much for me while I’ll be having such a good time I’ll hardly think about you at all.”
She’d sown the seed and now his imagination was running wild. Had they kissed yet?, Had they touched, were they doing that now? In his imagination he could see them sitting together. Peter’s hand sliding up between his wife’s legs as they kissed, rucking her skirt up as he went higher. Sarah parting her legs, allowing him access, his hand stroking through her panties. He could almost hear his wife’s sigh of pleasure.
And then, even worse, her hand rubbing him through his trousers. Slowly unzipping, pulling him free. He could imagine Sarah’s look of admiration as he hardened under her touch, he could hear her voice.
“So big, so much bigger than poor little James”
Would she really tell him that? Oh god, how had he let this happen. The intense jealousy, the embarrassment of it all. How could she do this to him.
No matter what he did the visions continued. Peter undressing his wife, kissing slowly down her body. Sarah on her knees taking him in her mouth, on her back legs wrapped around his waist. The pain was constant, agonising and inescapable.
Sleep was out of the question, he just sat as his wife had instructed lost in the discomfiture of his predicament. One totally of his lovely wife’s making.
It was getting light by the time the phone finally rang.
“You can come and get me now honey”.
One sentence before she broke the connection. Her voice cheerful, no hint of remorse or concern for her husband. She expected this of him now. She’d brought him this far, It was her game played by her rules.
James had mixed emotions as he drove. Pleased it was all over, Excited that his wife was coming home. Frightened of what may have happened and most of all full of hope that they could now get back to normal, that Sarah had got whatever it was out of her system.
Sitting outside the house, he waited for Sarah to appear. The seconds seemed like hours as he watched the front door. When his mobile beeped its text received tone he almost ignored it. Eventually he looked just to pass a few more agonising seconds, surprised to see it was from his wife.
“Where are you”?
“Waiting outside for you”
“Aren’t you going to knock for me honey? It would’ve awfully rude of you not to. Hurry now”.
His mouth felt dry, surely she didn’t expect him to do that. Heart beating, hands shaking he got out of the car and knocked hesitantly on the door.
After waiting what seemed an eternity the door opened. Peter, at the door, dressed in just a white silk robe. “Hi, come on in. Sarah’s just getting dressed”. That”s when it really hit home. This was real, not a game. It had actually happened. The pain was like a knife to his stomach.
Peter walked through to the lounge and sat on the sofa, James feeling uncomfortable stood by the door. Looking around he was horrified to see his wife’s dress thrown over the armchair. Discarded in the throes of passion maybe? Her stockings and suspender belt on the floor. He closed his eyes, hoping in vain the images would disappear. When he looked again he was just in time to see Sarah coming down the stairs. Dressed only in bra panties and high heels. She looked so sexy it hurt.
“Hi sweetie” Sarah watched her husband standing there, looking so lost, as she slipped her dress over her head. She loved the way his eyes switched from her to Peter, speechless, not knowing what to do. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. She loved it.
“Be a dear and pick my bits up will you honey, there’s a good boy”. Gesturing towards the discarded clothing on the floor.
Without thinking he obeyed, earning an approving smile of encouragement from his wife as he gathered up the flimsy things.
Walking to the side of the armchair, still facing her husband, Sarah leant down to Peter.
“Bye baby, gotta go, my lifts here”.
James tried to avert his eyes as their lips met but he couldn’t look away. A gentle kiss on the lips, Sarah pulled away for a second looking up at her husband, pleased he was watching, then again with more passion. Her hand on the back of his neck, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Her other hand stroking across his chest.
James felt frozen to the spot as he watched in horror. Then the worst thing. Peter’s erection pushed his short robe apart and stood there, proud for all to see. James had seen him soft once before but hard was a different matter. Sarah pulled away and glanced down to admire the result of her actions. Looking back up at her husband she simply smiled and raised her eyebrows.
She didn’t need to speak, her look said everything. “Look honey, this is why, now you know, now you understand. So different from you, so much bigger. You can’t compete, no point in trying”.
Then the final nail in the coffin of his marriage as he knew it.
A last kiss between Sarah & her lover, “last night was amazing, the best ever, I don’t think I will ever be able to settle for anything less now. I’ll get hubby to call you tomorrow to arrange the next time. It’ll make him feel useful”.