Miles And Sara – Pt II

Sara entered the grocery store and took off her sunglasses. Summer was approaching, and Sara was dressed to accommodate the heat. She was in a red tank top with jean shorts on.Although this particular store was about thirty minutes away, Sara liked to shop there since it was rarely ever busy and it seemed to be mostly staffed by men. Men, she had noticed, who checked her out.Sara went to pick up some vegetables as a side for dinner that night when she noticed a man in a black shirt quickly looking at her as he was stocking some bagged salad across the produce area. She put the corn she had in her hand down and made her way to the ladies’ room in the back.Inside she took off her bra, stuffing it into her purse, and loosened the straps on her tank top.This should give them a good view, she thought.Sara enjoyed the looks before but hadn’t really tried to show off before now.She exited the restroom and returned to the produce area to begin shopping. As she would bend over, the loosened tank top would hang enough to show off her nipples. She made sure to lean over at least a couple of times until she was certain he had seen her tits.Sara made her way around the store to finish up her shopping but didn’t run into any other opportunities to show off.She then headed to the checkout and placed her items on the belt. She noticed the older man working the register look at her chest quickly a couple of times. She figured he was at least in his fifties.Pulling out her debit card, she made a point to drop it on the ground.”Oh, sorry,” she said, leaning down to get it, making sure the clerk could see her tits.”No problem,” the old man said.She paid for her groceries and got back in her car. She was so horny she contemplated masturbating right there in the lot, but decided to wait until she got back home.————It had been almost three months since the gala dinner. The five thousand she had made that night afforded her some new opportunities.Miles had insisted that she quit her job and maybe go back to school.“You hate that job. I know you want to save some of this, but I think it would be wiser to invest in your future. You deserve to have a career that makes you happy,” he told her one night over dinner.She was reluctant but decided to take advantage of the situation while she was still in her twenties. She got a part-time job working at a kennel, but the hours were sparse, and a lot of times she found herself bored at home while Miles was at work.Ever since the dinner, their love life had been better than ever. Miles had seemed to change for the better. He was becoming more assertive. He made love to her more passionately. He had gotten a promotion at work, as well. She was enjoying the changes that he had gone through since that night, but when it came to herself, though, she was a bit worried.Before meeting Miles, Sara was a sex addict. She kept a lot of it from Miles, framing it as just being a bit more promiscuous than most, but there were a lot of things she kept hidden. When they got together something just clicked and she was able to take steps to fight back her urges until getting them well under control. Ever since the night of the dinner, it had begun to be harder and harder to do. It really didn’t help that she had a lot of extra time on her hands now.She found herself masturbating at least a couple of times a day on her days off, often thinking back to the gala dinner. The male gaze had always been intoxicating to her, which is why she was usually game for Miles’ suggestions of showing off in the past, but now she was finding herself doing it at her own discretion.Older men Bolu Escort had never been really on her ‘radar’. She had been a slut in her past but it was always with men in her own age group. Now she found herself fantasizing about being a plaything for men who would usually never get an opportunity with a woman her age. She had declined the old man’s phone number at the dinner but now regretted it. She remembered the other men at the table telling her he was ‘fucked up’ but all he did that night was spank her, fuck her ass, and call her ‘chubby’. She often fantasized about what he would possibly do to her if he was given full control. She wanted to be an old man’s plaything again.————Miles’ promotion had moved him from phone support up to the QA department. There, he would spend his days listening in on the other agents’ calls and grading them, reviewing them with the agents, reporting to superiors, etc. He enjoyed it a lot since he hated being on the phone.His training was done by a woman named Melanie. She was around the same age as him. He had noticed her around before they worked together and always thought she was cute. She had long wavy blonde hair, was short with small breasts but a huge ass that almost looked like it didn’t fit. Sometimes the other guys in the breakroom would comment on it, implying she would ‘grow into it’ someday…meaning she would get fat. Miles would often find himself checking it out whenever he could get a peek.He and Melanie got along really well. They had a similar sense of humor and before too long they were just about inseparable at work. They began to refer to each other as their ‘work spouse’, although Miles kept that part from Sara. It almost made him feel like he had a secret, something he always felt she had over him. Some secret past that he wasn’t allowed to be a part of. To him, this almost felt like it was leveling the playing field.————Sara exited their front door and walked along the path that weaved through their complex to where the mailboxes were. As she was unlocking hers, Arnold appeared a couple of rows over, checking his as well. He had on some gray sweatpants, dirty white tennis shoes, and an old plain blue shirt that hung over his large gut. He stared into his mailbox with an almost forlorn look on his face. His bald head and his chubby jowls made him almost look like a sad puppy, she thought. He didn’t seem to notice her at all.“Hi, Arnold!”“Oh, hello,” he said, shuffling through his mail quickly before closing and locking the mailbox door.I was the one you fucked at the charity dinner a couple of months ago…She didn’t say that…but she wanted to as he began to walk away.————Miles’s phone buzzed for a second on the bathroom sink as he brushed his teeth before bed. He looked down at it to see a new text from Melanie.Miles was curious why she would text him this late. He picked it up as it buzzed again.The next morning Melanie was almost frantic as she met him in the parking lot before work.“Oh, my God! I’m so embarrassed! Please tell me you deleted that picture. I meant to send that to my husband but sent it to you by mistake!”“I’m still not sure what you’re talking about. If you sent an image it didn’t load. Looks like you lucked out.”“Really?!” she breathed, her spirits lifting.Miles pulled out his phone and showed her the message history. There was no image, just her frantic text apologizing and asking him to delete it.“Yeah, I woke up this morning confused. What did you send?”“I took a picture of my ass for my husband and thought I accidentally sent it to you. I’ve been freaking Bolu Escort Bayan out all night.”“Wow. I hope you weren’t up too late. I’d delete it even if I did. Who wants to see that?” he teased.“That’s just mean.”That afternoon Miles and Melanie walked together to pick up an order from a local restaurant for their department.“You and your husband sound like you’re into some kinky stuff,” Miles said casually, as they walked together.“Because I sent him a photo of my ass in a thong? Really extreme stuff. Honestly, that’s as wild as it gets. He’s pretty standard, doesn’t like to change things up at all.”“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get up in your personal business but you should take control. Get wild. He’d probably like that.”“He wouldn’t. He’d ask what’s gotten into me or say something else that would kill the mood. I’ve tried. It is what it is. How about you and Sara? I’d still like to meet her someday, by the way.””We get into some fucked-up stuff, I won’t lie.”Miles didn’t respond to her comment about her meeting Sara. For some reason, the idea always irked him. He liked to keep his work spouse and his real spouse separate.They walked together in silence for a few moments before Melanie responded, “Like what?””Just some light exhibitionist stuff. Sometimes I come up with ideas that I think are pretty hot and she will oblige if it’s not too crazy.””Wow.”Melanie’s mind raced as they approached the restaurant. She didn’t mention it again as they walked back, keeping their conversation to work-related gossip and her upcoming trip with her husband for his company retreat.After delivering the food, Miles made his way to the men’s room. He stood in a bathroom stall looking through the gallery on his phone. A picture of Melanie in a bathroom, wearing a blue thong and showing her plump ass to the camera filled his screen.Miles had deleted it from the chat to help Melanie feel better but had saved the photo. He was so turned on by the photo that he himself couldn’t sleep last night until taking it into the bathroom to jerk off while Sara slept.Now, though, he felt bad. He deleted the photo and then cleared his trash before going back to work.————Sara almost had the door unlocked when she accidentally dropped her shopping bag, spilling its contents all over the entranceway. As she knelt down to pick them back up before they rolled down the stairs, she heard a voice.“I got it.”She looked up to see Arnold kneeling down picking up fruit and putting it back in her bag. She did the same.After they had finished, he stood up while she remained kneeling on the ground.“Thank you,” she said.Sara was wearing some tan shorts and a red tank top. Even with a bra on she still knew she was showing a lot of cleavage…but he wasn’t noticing. It was driving her mad. He didn’t notice her at the mailbox, whenever they crossed paths, and now she wasn’t even worth a peek.“Can you help carry that in?” she asked.Arnold picked up the bag and followed her in.“You can set it on the table there. Thank you, Arnold.”“No problem,” he said, setting the bag on the table.He shut the door behind him.“Arnold…I was the one you fucked at the gala dinner a couple of months ago.”She just came out with it.She was surprised. Arnold looked at her as though she had just uncovered some heinous crime he had hoped would stay hidden.“It’s okay. I volunteered for it. Miles, my husband, was there as well.”She began to walk towards him.“I…um…”“Are you embarrassed?” she asked him, leaning back against the counter, sticking out her chest.“No, I just. I don’t know what to say.”“Was I the only girl you Escort Bolu fucked that night?”“Yeah. It was my first time there.”“Would you like to fuck me again? Right now?” she asked.He nodded his head.Sara pulled her tank top off over her head and took off her bra. She pushed him back into one of the dining room chairs and straddled his lap.“Suck my titties again, like you did that night,” she told him.He took her breasts in his hands and began to suck on her nipples. Soon he began to nibble and bite. He bit harder and harder until she let out a cry of pain.“I’m sorry,” he said.“Keep biting,” she demanded.He kept biting at her, sucking in flesh and biting down, groping her breasts and moving his hand under her shorts to grab her ass.Sara got up and removed her shorts and her panties.Arnold began to pull his shirt off and stand up, taking his pants off as well.Sara got down and took his cock in her mouth. She began to bob her head vigorously, stopping after some time.“You can cum in my mouth,” she said, looking up at him.“No,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”She got up and led him to the bedroom. She got on top of him as he lay down on her and Miles’ bed. Riding his cock, her hands rested on his gut.“Oh fuck, Arnold. Fuck me!” she yelled.She moved from bouncing up and down to grinding on his cock. His hands moved from his side up to her tits. He squeezed them hard and then started pinching her nipples, pulling on them.“Hurt me, Arnold!” she commanded him.It wasn’t long before Sara began to orgasm. She stiffened her whole body while Arnold still pawed at her tits.She let out a series of loud moans before she loosened up, breathing heavily and slowly grinding on his cock again.“I’m going to cum,” he grunted before shooting his load inside of her.After they were finished, he got dressed and quickly said goodbye. He seemed just as disinterested in her again as he had been before.————As Miles returned home that evening he found Sara sitting on the couch. Usually, she was prepping dinner on her days off. He sat beside her and asked if there was anything wrong.”I ran into Arnold today,” she told him.Miles began to fill with dread. He had worried that if she had run into him she might start to regret what they did that night. That it might have a negative lasting effect.Sara told him the truth though. She waited for Miles to be angry; she looked at the floor before looking up to see a blank stare on his face. Almost playfully blank, she thought.”Honestly…that’s pretty sexy.””What?” Sara was a little stunned.”I mean, I don’t know. I guess I should be mad because this wasn’t like the dinner where I had a say in it. We were both partners in it as opposed to you just fucking someone at your own discretion, but I’m kind of turned on. I don’t mean to be uncaring. If you’re upset with yourself then we can talk that out but I’m not mad, I just want you to know that.””No,” she said. “I’m not really upset with myself. Remember when I told you afterward that I felt he was holding back? I just wanted to see what he would do. It had begun to invade my thoughts. It’s hard here, sometimes, when I’m alone. I end up just fingering myself once or twice a day to thoughts like that. Of you watching me get used by them at the dinner. It’s become overwhelming.””Well…would you be up for some more fun?”Sara looked at him, almost afraid of what he would say. She nodded her head yes.”You need to be punished. You didn’t ask me if you could get used by Arnold, did you? Well, I’ll let you do it again. It’s Tuesday, so you have three days left. I want you to fuck him every day for the rest of the week if you can. Then that’s it. No more. I want you to be his plaything but just know I’m going to fuck you when I get home and I want every filthy detail. In fact, I’m going to fuck you right now and I want you to tell me every nasty detail of what happened today.”