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"That Bastard"! How dare he..'. The words sounded angry and hurt spoken out loud. Yet as Kathy stood alone in front of her bedroom mirror it was all she could do not to let the tears start again. After crying all afternoon she was determined that they would be the last she ever shed for her cheating hubby Paul.
For a moment she felt herself begin to well-up, then forcing her emotions back down she dried her eyes and re-applied her mascara with careful precision. She needed to be strong. If anything, Kathy's vulnerability that evening made her even more attractive. With her ample cleavage squeezed into a very short and extremely revealing cocktail dress the 38 year old brunette was certainly fitting of the title 'cock magnet'.
She had spent the biggest part of the afternoon getting ready for her big night out. A night that she would never forget. She hadn't done anything like this before. Indeed the woman looking back at her in the mirror was distance from the respectable and upmarket lady that spent her days showing foreign businessmen company hospitality.
Kathy's hands where trembling as she lit a cigarette and let the events of the last 24 hours run through her mind. Folding her arms across her chest the wedding photo on the dresser top caught her eye. Paul. The no-good husband she was going to get back at.
The cigarette made her feel calmer and she considered her plan. Kathy was getting well and truly fucked tonight and somehow Paul would know about it. Without a word she took the wedding photo and laid it face down. Somehow her mother’s warning that Paul was a ‘lady’s man’ rung in her head. Had she not seen this coming ? They had never had kids.
Maybe it would have been better if they had. Provided some support maybe or a connection between them ? Anyway, this would be the last thing he’d expect of her. After correcting her make up one more time Kathy took a last stand in the mirror. Somehow the face of Paul's younger, teenage mistress came back at her through the glass. Blue eyes and long blonde hair. An 18 year old body that was tight and slim. Kathy too looked after her figure and had a great body. A wonder any man would cheat on her. Her legs were smooth and shapely with rounded, toned thighs. Lifted on a pair of tall black, high-heel shoes.
While her firm, full breasts remained as eye-catching as ever with round, flat nipples that showing very slightly through the thin material of her dress. It was an outfit bought for the occasion. Certain to attract all the wrong kinds of attention. She couldn't go out like this could she ? What if anyone she knew saw her ? With steely resolve Kathy put out the cigarette. No, Paul was going to pay.
The horn of the taxi broke her momentary daze and with a deep breath Kathy collected her coat and went downstairs. She was ready. Leaving the lights in the hall on she cast a last, lonely look into the house and shut the door behind her. She already felt dirty and was yet to do anything but it was going to happen that night. Outside it was almost dark. The biting cold blowing right through her coat and meeting her skin full on. Kathy stumbled back, shivering, gritting her teeth and making for the taxi.
'Where too lady?' the driver asked as she got in. He was an Indian man of mid forties. Heavy growth around his chin. Moving the rear view mirror until it gave him a satisfactory view of his fare. Kathy pushed back her hair and looked up. The driver's eyes were smug and liked what they saw.
'Just into town please'. As they drove she thought of her husband and his new whore. It just didn't seem right and feeling guilt Kathy took her mobile from her handbag and checked for messages. There were none. Why would there be ? Clearly her husband didn't care what she did. If he could fuck around then so could she! She only hoped she was as good at cheating. Clearing her head Kathy held back the tears once more, choosing instead to follow the young people through the dirty cab window.
Dressed up in their finest as they made their way into town. She knew it wouldn't be hard for her. A good looking woman always got what she wanted in this town. Particularly one with her tits on full show and a wedding ring on her finger. The drivers, smug eyes remained fixed on her cleavage. Clearly he felt he could look where he wanted. Putting her phone away Kathy checked once again the £500 she had taken from the safe. The crisp excessive notes stashed in her purse. It was time to get started.
The sound of town at night was something Kathy was unused too. Paul didn't take her out as often as he once did. Then he had a new plaything to entertain him. After paying the driver she huddled her coat around her body and realised she had no real idea where to start. It was still early for the clubs and pubs to be in full swing. Thankfully few had queues and crossing the road she headed towards the nearest and most safe looking place.
Pounding throbs of music came from within. She remembered her teenage days when she and friends used to go out together. Happy, carefree, dancing around their handbags. Rain was falling lightly in a faint drizzle and Kathy was glad to get under cover. The doormen both grinned as she approached, her high heels tap-tapping on the pavement. Flashing a smile they opened the door and in she went.
A short time later Kathy was sitting by a polished wooden table at the rear of a lively bar. Her fourth Bacardi and Coke stood in front of her and she was feeling comfortable with herself. In fact, maybe it was the alcohol but she was enjoying being there. The dance music became oddly soothing over time. Reminding her again of how long it had been since Paul had taken her out anywhere.
How could she have become so out of touch ? She was still a young woman. The bar was around half full and looking around she was one of the only single people there. A group of women, probably an office party where having a celebration of some kind. Girls dressed in skimpy clothes and enjoying the attention being lavished on them by a horny eyed group of young men in their early twenties.
Kathy lit a cigarette, wondering if her husband had any hint what she was planning. Probably not and deep down she wondered if even now, she would be able to go through with it. If she was going to do this she needed to act and began wishing she had sat at the bar. A shriek from the office party made her jump. Her heart pounding. She had to act. She had too.
With a deep breath Kathy checked her watch and slid off her coat. Feeling exposed but pleasurably so as she folded it beside her. She lit a cigarette and crossed her long legs, feeling the fabric slide up her thighs another inch. It was quite exciting to be dressed in public like a whore. Almost immediately one of the young men noticed and pointed her out to his friends. Kathy looked away, feeling like a piece of meat but enjoying the sudden attention as the fingers jabbed and the eyes leered.
As she reached for her drink her hand was trembling again. Nervously she re-crossed her legs, closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was not wearing any underwear and that alone reminded her of what her mother used to warn about certain types of women. The attention from the young men grew. Mainly because it was clear this single, lone female was seemingly eager to show off her body.
The first to make eye contact was around 25 by Kathy’s guess. Standing out from the rest of his group he was well built, muscular and wearing a tight shirt that showed it off. Kathy liked that. Confidence. He was full of it, even letting his eyes drop willingly to her cleavage as he held her eye. Letting her know just how interested he was. If only Paul could see her now. She smiled as his eyes fell again. A sudden wave of satisfaction in that she still easily pull a young stud.
Eventually the young man came walking over. Egged on by his friends.
'Can I buy you a drink' he asked Kathy.
'Sure’
‘You look like you could use some company tonight’
‘Are you always so forward with women ?’
'I'm sure I am' the man said. Young men of his age were always so direct with one thing on their minds. It reminded Kathy of her teenage years when she’d had boys all over her. Nerves seeming to evaporate as her cold determination took over. She would make Paul pay all right. There was no doubt about it and if the confident young man kept this up he would be getting lucky in no time. It crossed her mind that maybe birth control pills should have been a must or even condoms. She had not thought of either until now. But hey there's no going back now.
Kathy flirted as best she could. A little drunkenly as the man sat beside her. She wasn't used to the drink and he took every opportunity to look down her dress and beneath the table to her legs at regular intervals. Soon the young lad, whose name was Mark asked her to join his friends at the bigger table. Laughing and eager to go along Kathy agreed.
She wanted to be one of the crowd. Her legs wobbled as she stood, laughing and spilling her drink as Mark led her over. Horny, intoxicated looks from the large group. All eyeing the very short dress as the sexy woman in front of them crossed her long legs and downed another B&C. In no time Kathy was asked for a kiss. She agreed. Pleased as the man assuredly put a hand on her neat waist and delivered it with style. Another followed. More urgent. Almost without knowing Kathy was kissing him hard. Her arms around his neck.
'You have a place near here ?' he whispered under the noise of the bar. 'Wouldn't you rather take me home with you tonight' she replied. Worried that Paul may come home and disturb them. She couldn't be sure he would stay away all night. 'I promise it'll be worth your while'. As if to pressure him Kathy began discreetly rubbing her hand against the bulge in the young man's trousers.
It was raining harder by then. The bar had closed and people where drifting
home. Once outside he was all over her. Though by now our heroine was well in
the mood. Kathy turned discreetly away from the crowd of people leaving. She
stood with her hands on her hips. Smiling as she let him fondle her tits through
her dress. He'd deserved it. His car was across the road. She felt a surge of
satisfaction and surprise as he led her to the Porsche.
'It's brand new' he boasted seeing how impressed she was with the sports-car.
With a smile, Kathy slid into the leather seat. Crossing her smooth legs as the
man got in beside her.
'I cant wait to see your place' she said seductively and reaching out to touch
his shoulder. The man glanced at her. Awkwardly for the first time. Then shaking
his head.
The car sped along. Faster than it should though he was eager to impress. Mark grinned from ear to ear as Kathy's head bobbed in his lap. She had been sucking his dick from almost the moment they had set off. It felt oddly natural taking another man in her mouth and after all her deliberation she felt a pang of satisfaction. Oh Paul. From inside the only sounds were the soft purring of the engine and the steady groans of the recipient. Holding him firmly with her fist she slid her lips up and down quickly over the swollen head. Faster she stroked. Wanking him off hard then rolling her mouth down over his dick again.
'Oh..oh yeah' he groaned. The car swerved over quickly to the side of the road. Just in time as seconds later a wad of come splattered onto the roof of Kathy's mouth. She waited until he had finished then turned, opened the car door and spat onto the street. When she turned back Mark wasn't grinning in the way she had hoped.
'Listen...' he said nervously. The confidence now gone. 'We can't go back to
my place'. Kathy frowned.
'What do you mean ?' He was sweating. Maybe not from the oral sex. Something
else was wrong.
'I mean...my fiancée. She's there. I...I don't want any trouble'. Kathy folded her arms and looked out. Again her reflection caught the glass. She hardly recognised herself. The temper that had threatened to boil over all night was at breaking point. This cruel, dismissive news had her wide-eyed in disbelief.
'How dare you' she gasped. 'Don't you think you should have mentioned it
before ?' Mark lifted his hands in a defensive gesture. 'You got your dick
sucked first didn't you!'
'Look. I'll drop you off at a taxi rank'.
'A taxi rank!' Kathy's voice was raised. Hurt and infuriated. With all the anger she felt at her cheating husband and now this man had seen her as just a quick blow. Well this was one he wasn't going to get. She opened the door and got out. The car engine already revving up at she slammed it behind her. Watching as the car disappeared into the night.
Kathy stood watching it for some moments. Her chest pounding. Rising and falling with each angry breath. She was in the middle of a long, deserted street late at night. Litter blew about in the road, piled against the houses. All of which where devoid of lights and boarded up. Checking her watch it was past 1'o clock. All of a sudden she realised she’d left her coat in the man's car. Damn.
For the first time that night Kathy felt real anxiety. A sudden gust of icy wind blew harshly between her legs making her totter backwards. In her short dress she knew she stood out like a sore thumb and this certainly wasn't the best part of town for a woman to be out alone. Her diamonds around her neck and over £450 in her purse.
He couldn't have left her in a worse place. Kathy cursed. The nearby lamp flickered in response. She could hardly see a thing yet took her mobile phone from her bag. Maybe Michele (a close friend) would come and pick her up ? If she was at home.
The batteries to her phone where dead. Typical. Kathy began walking, her high heels tapping and echoing in the street. There was no one around; not even a passing car that she could flag down. Feeling the failure of the night thus far she strode purposefully for ten minutes or so, breasts proudly bobbing in her sodden dress in the hope of finding a Taxi rank.
In no time she was frozen, shivering and growing more and more afraid. Even the thought of calling her husband and the humiliation of having Paul come for her was there. That would mean a cruel defeat and she knew it. If only she could find a phone.
'HEY LADY!' came the shout. Cutting through the night air the voice was heavy and greased with a thick, foreign accent. Kathy did not look at first. She froze on the spot. There on the corner to the side of her were two figures. One taller than the other but obviously both male. Shrouded in the darkness and wrapped up in thick coats.
They where both looking right at her, silhouetted against the skyline. She didn't wait. Turning her back on the men she started walking, head down. The tapping of her high heels on the wet pavement becoming faster and faster, stumbling as she gasped. Behind her the catcalls came. Growing nearer all the time.
'WHOO HOO'.
'HEY BABY'. In her time Kathy had taken plenty of such banter. Though none had
ever scared her as much. Perhaps it was the loneliness she felt or the
desolation of the streets. Maybe even the tone or the rough edge to the men's
accents. Kathy's heart fluttered as she strode on, stumbling on the cracked
pavement. What a night this was turning into.
She hardly dared look back as she was sure the men were following her. Panic. As she glanced over her shoulder she caught sight of the two men. They where indeed behind her but walking slowly. Knowing she couldn’t get away. 'Mmm that's a fine white ass baby'. She was almost running. Considering abandoning her high heels as they 'tap..tapped' pathetically on the cold floor. Her whole body throbbing as she waited for a hand touching her shoulder.
'Hey lady' came the voice again. Closer this time. 'No so fast huh ? We jus' wan' talk to you'. Kathy stiffened as she heard it and felt a chill run down her spine. She carried on. 'Hey...no so fast huh ?' he repeated. African, maybe Jamaican. His voice betrayed how out of breath he sounded himself. Obviously not very fit. Suddenly Kathy realised the truth. She couldn't possibly hope to outrun them. Besides where was she going ?
She stopped. Taking several deep breaths before turning looking back. At
first she couldn't see anyone; no two men and for some moments she stood,
breathing heavily and looking around the deserted street. They couldn't have
just vanished.
'Who...who's there!' she called out, sounding more confident that she felt. For
a moment there was no reply. Kathy squeezed her hands together. Then across the
road were a broken down shop front stood, a face came from the dark.
'We no hurt you lady' it grinned. There came a laugh. 'Come over here. We jus' wan' talk and av' a look at you'. The accent was definitely Jamaican. Kathy and Paul had taken a holiday there shortly after their engagement. Suddenly as if on cue the rain started again, falling onto her bare shoulders. 'Don't be scared'. Kathy looked up at the dark sky. The raindrops felt cold as they hit her, running down the back of her dress and legs. She bit her lip and swallowed hard, hands making fists as she walked very slowly across the street towards the shop front.
'That it baby...lets have a look at you...'. It was so quiet. Completely dark
and deserted.
'Can you help me?' Kathy shivered. 'I just need to find a phone'.
'It warm in here. We have a fire goin'' the voice was smooth. There was
something in it that Kathy trusted. She had too. Slowly she stepped up the curb.
Walking up to the dark shop front. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the
shadows.
Immediately she was confronted by two faces. Both black men. The one who had been speaking was closest to her, leaning back on a ruined brick wall. He was three inches shorter than she was with a long, dirty coat, his head shaven and a patch of stubble around his mouth. Good looking nonetheless. His eyes seem to shine, reflecting in the light of the fire that was burning away in an empty bin. The other was younger. Early 20's.
His skin jet black even in the night. With deadlocked hair and a stocky,
powerful build.
'Dat wasn't so hard was it now ?' the man asked as casually as anything. There
was more to it that that. Kathy saw him grin and cast a look over her body.
Running his tongue over his lips as his gaze hung on her breasts. Somehow,
someway she enjoyed it. Just for a second. The men exchanged a look. The heat
from the fire began to meet her skin at last.
'Look' Kathy said. 'Do you think you could show me where I can get a taxi. Or
where there's a phone'. The man held up his hand.
'Come closer to the fire' he said. 'Den we can ave' a look at you'. Kathy
swallowed dryly. The alcohol was still in her system, maybe effecting her
judgement.
As the two dark men watched she moved towards the flames. Appreciative of the
heat as they admired her. It made her feel wrong somehow. Deliciously wrong.
'Just....' She began. Cut off again as the man raised his finger to a silencing
point.
'You always talk so lady ?' he grinned. 'We no gonna hurt you'. Relaxing his
look. Running his eyes up and down her body. Kathy shifted on her high heels
then looking down at herself for the first time in the light of the fire she
realised her dress was practically see through. The firm shape of her breasts
pushing through the wet fabric, outlining the round flat shape of her nipples.
Gasping in surprise she folded her arms over her ample chest. The men grinned to
each other.
For a few moments no-one spoke and Kathy's mind spun her many directions,
unknowing of how far this bizarre night may still take her.
'That man no good fo' ye' husband'. It took a moment for her to realise he meant
the man from the bar. Mark. They must have seen the incident at the car which
meant they had been following her a while.
'He wasn't my husband...' she replied. Opposite her the man smiled broadly and
winked at his friend.
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