SARAH HIRES A PA - PART 3

Sarah Hires a PA Part 3 

In which some property is returned, another confession is made, and a husband gets the blowjob of his life.  

We resume this story immediately after the events in 'Sarah Hires a PA Part 2'. 

Sarah (me) and her husband (Paul) are currently living apart, though not separated. Sarah got a new job which involved spending a lot of time at the company's head office in the north of England, but as a family we did not wish to relocate and move our son to a new area and school where he knew anyone, and it would have meant that Paul would have had to leave his job and find another. The new job however is well paid enough to be able to afford a small flat (apartment) close to the office, which Sarah lives in occasionally during the week, returning home at the weekends. 

As before, this is a blend of my real life and what might happen in another, kinder, reality. 

Note - Part one of this story contains a lot of exposition and there isn't a huge amount of kink in it. Part 2 warmed up our subject considerably with a trip to Denmark to meet the lovely Helle who finished the evening losing something of hers. 

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I walked away, putting the damp knickers in my pocket, leaving Helle on the sofa as she tried to finish her drink and gather her things. I stalked out quickly, intentionally flustering her. 

I stopped by the exit, she was on her feet, uncertain on what was going to happen. I wasn't either. I wasn't ready for a night with her, but I wasn't ready for the evening to end either. "Pay the bill girl" I said loudly and walked out of the bar into the lobby. A couple siting across the bar looked up and she blushed madly before going to the bar and paying the bill, fumbling with her cards in her purse, I think her hands were shaking. 

After a couple of minutes she followed me into the lobby, still blushing furiously, her body language showing how embarrassed she was. "Shall we go to my room darling?" I said after taking a breath. She immediately nodded, though I think this was less because she wanted to go to my room specifically, and much more that she just wanted to be out of there, somewhere nobody could see her, especially the couple who heard my order, who I'm pretty sure were giggling to themselves about what they had seen. 

She followed me to the lift and I put in my floor number. We waited in silence for a minute before the lift arrived and the door opened. I stepped in and she followed. The door closed behind us and the lift started to go up. I didn't say a word. Neither did she. The atmosphere was tense, and I made it worse by taking her knickers out of my pocket and casually inspecting them. I didn't even look at her, but I could feel the heat coming from her blushing face. And not just her face, I'm sure. 

Arriving at my floor, the door opened and I gestured to Helle to leave, then strode down the corridor quickly, as she followed behind, trying to keep up.  

I got to my room, took the keycard from my purse and opened the door. She went to follow me in, but I stopped her. "Helle, this is a big step for both of us, meeting like this, and I don't want to jeopardise anything we have built between us. I have a bottle of wine in my room and I'd like us to sit and talk. I am not going to pounce on you, but I am going to be quite frank and honest with you. Do you still want to come in?". 

"Yes Sarah" she said, looking at me and smiling, "I don't know what is happening but I want to make the most of you being here, whatever that might mean." 

"Then come in", I smiled. 

I gestured to the sofa, hung up our coats as she sat down while I opened the wine, pouring us both a small glass. 

I handed her glass, then deliberately sat on the end of the bed, I didn't want to be too close to her. I was nervous too. Nervous of the fact I'd never even kissed a woman before let alone done anything else, nervous of the fact that slightly accepting though my husband was of my recent confessions, actually doing what the aching between my legs was making me want to do was pretty much cheating on him and I didn't want to do that. 

"Helle, I have had a wonderful evening, thank you. I fly back early in the morning but I would love to see you again another time. My husband is still getting used to this new me, and I honestly don't know how he will feel about this. I told him I was seeing a dominant woman online, that I had given her my orgasms, I haven't told him about you, at all." 

"Some time ago when we were talking online, you described a fantasy of us using you as a couple, you were quite explicit about what we would do. Do you remember?" 

Helle was avoiding eye contact, her legs crossed and her shoulders a little hunched. She nodded, barely perceptibly. "yes" a small voice said. 

"Good. I remember it well, and I've thought about it often. And many of the other filthy, disgusting little fantasies you've confessed to me." 

I could see her squirming, sinking into herself. 

"How many of them are real? What would you actually do given a chance?" 

Silence. She was concentrating furiously on the floor. 

"Answer me girl" I said sharply in my most Dommy voice. She jumped! 

"I, I don't know" she stuttered. 

"I want you to have a think darling. Try to separate what is pure fantasy and what are things that you might like to really try." 

She nodded. 

We had almost finished our drinks. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, I waited as she finished hers then collected the glasses and put them on the table. I held out my hand to her, she took it and stood, looking down, still avoiding eye contact with me. 

"I need to sleep darling, I'm sorry. I am also very, very turned on by you." I pulled her close to me, took her face gently in my hands and kissed her hard on the lips. "Will you come to see me in England?" 

She looked surprised but answered without pause, though still barely more than a whisper 'I'd like that every much Sarah, thank you." 

I smiled back at her and kissed her on the cheek before escorting her gently to the door, she was like a rabbit in the headlights, seemingly unable to move by her own volition. I opened the door and she walked out slowly, in a trance, before walking down towards the lift. 

"Helle!" I called. She turned. "Haven't you forgotten something?" I held out her knickers, dangling them from my fingers teasingly. It was obvious to anyone who saw what they were. She gasped, walked quickly towards me, snatched them from my fingers before turning without a word and walking quickly back towards the lift. That girls face was bright red! 

I closed the door behind me and leant against it, my head whirring with thoughts, possibilities, fantasies. I'd asked her to separate the fantasies from the realities. I needed to do the same myself. 

I poured another small glass of wine and sat, quickly lost in my own thoughts. My phone beeped, bringing me back to reality. It was from Helle, I assumed thanking me for a fabulous evening. But she wasn't thanking me, her message simply said "please may I cum when I get home?". 

I smiled to myself, God knows she had earned it. I replied immediately "No girl. Not yet.". 

I finished my wine and went to bed, edging as usual but no orgasms for me. Almost never any orgasms for me. I am better denied, I know that. I'm pretty sure Helle is too. 

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When I finally made it home after my flight was delayed, I hadn't come to any conclusions but I was ridiculously horny, it had been a long journey and I'd been thinking about Helle, my husband, Louise (who I still hadn't heard from) and where my place was in all this. By which I mean I was fantasizing about all the mucky things I wanted to add to my life. 

I opened the door, walked into the hall and was greeted by my husband who had just put our son to bed. He was playing Xbox and was in the middle of an online game with his mates. But I wanted him, I wanted cock. I wanted something in one of my holes, Helle and the journey after had left me needy to a point I rarely get to. 

He had a headset on so he could talk to his friends. I whispered in his ear "I need you". He looked at me briefly, surprise in his eyes, paused the game a moment and said "I can't now, we need to get this bit done, give me half an hour?". Half an hour. This is why I have (had) an online Domme and was seriously considering taking Helle as my sub too. 

I took my bags upstairs, had a quick shower and almost decided to go to bed and edge, alone, when I had a better idea. I slipped on a set of sheer underwear and holdups then wrapped myself in my satin nightgown, before going back downstairs. I grabbed a pair of heels, then walked into the lounge, behind my husband so he couldn't see me, and put them on. I sat down on the sofa and started to rub my cunt slowly, I was already wet, as I almost always am when denied this long, and after a few minutes when I had warmed up a little I removed the nightgown and carried on. All the while this was soundtracked by the sound of gunfire and him chatting to his mates. I stood, walked out of the room, heels clicking loudly on the floor. He looked up, eyes popping out of his head as he saw what I was wearing. He didn't stop playing, but he did call my name. I ignored him, getting a bottle of wine and two glasses and walking back into the room, heels loud on the wooden floor. He looked up again as I walked past, a pleading look in his eyes. I ignored him once more, pouring two glasses of wine. I heard him say he needed to go in a minute. I took a sip of my wine, then walked up behind him, and whispered to him again "I need you right now. Keep playing." 

I knelt on the floor to the side so I didn't block his view of the TV. I undid the top button of his jeans and slipped my hand into his pants, feeling his soft but rapidly hardening cock. I wanted it in my mouth. I played with him for a short while, till he was almost hard, then undid his trousers entirely and took it out. I played with him till he was fully hard, looking up at him while he tried to concentrate on his game. He tried not to make any noise, but his breathing was getting heavier and a little less regulated while he struggled to control it. I took his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently till he looked at me, mouth open. Now I had his attention. I licked the tip of his cock gently while I played with my pussy, getting my fingers wet with my own desire. Then I replaced his cock with my fingers, sucking my own need off them, mixing it with my saliva before gently letting it pour out over his rock hard penis, which I stroked gently to cover it in my lube. Then I took a deep breath, and did my best to swallow his cock whole.  

"fuuckkk" he gasped, followed by "I gotta go" and a chime from the tv as he turned the Xbox off. 

I hadn't quite swallowed it all, but I'd been practicing for Louise, She thought it was an important skill for denied girls like me. I can see why. If I couldn't cum, I wanted that cock to be my whole life. I sucked and licked and drooled on him, his hands holding my head now, my fingers deep in my cunt, fucking myself with them with some force, ignoring my clit, I'd cum if I touched it. I fucked and sucked and moaned as he started to moan too, encouraging me, mostly wordlessly, but the occasional "yesss", and after a couple of minutes "We should go upstairs". I stopped and looked up at him, his delicious cock an inch from my mouth, all I wanted right there "No, I need this, like this, right now, please?" I begged pathetically. He nodded and I sank my head back around his deliciousness until I gagged, pulling back a little before trying again, gagging again but getting used to it. I looked at him again "fuck my mouth, please? Cum for me" I really wanted him to go for it, really wanted him to use my mouth like I wanted my pussy used, fucking my face instead of my denied cunt. He obliged. Christ he obliged, fucking me hard as I struggled not to choke, gagging often and my eyes streaming with tears, that thick wetness in the back of my throat building, the strange taste of almost-puking mixed with my cunt and his cock, and then he erupted inside me, giving me what I craved so much, right against the back of my throat. It really made me gag, I choked, coughed, pulled back and gasped for air, my mouth and face a mess of cum and tears and spit 

"Shit, baby are you ok?" He asked, concerned. I nodded and smiled while still trying to get enough air into me "yes" I gasped, licking the cum and mess off his dick like the cum hungry slut I apparently was. "That was amazing. I love your cock so much" 

"Umm, I like that you love it Sarah, but wow, where did that come from? Were you online the entire time doing things with that woman?" 

"No baby, I wasn't. She's gone. She broke my trust and she's gone." 

Confession time. 

I looked at him "But I did meet up with someone. Hear me out please, nothing happened." 

His enjoyment of the best blow job he'd ever had suddenly a memory, he put himself away and sat on the sofa, away from me. I followed, kneeling on the floor again and putting my hand on his leg. "Please listen". He pulled his leg away, but not far. I stayed where I was. 

"She is a girl I have become friends with, and we talk about kinky things, but not like with Louise. I haven't done anything like that with her." 

"Is she a replacement for Louise?" 

"No, Louise is Dominant, though in a gentle way. This girl is submissive. But, perhaps in a less gentle way." 

"Less gentle? is she violent? A masochist?" 

I tried to explain. Helle was something of a humiliation slut, and definitely some kind of masochist. Not extreme but she derived a lot of pleasure from knowing that her acts pleased another, and she would do more and more to keep pleasing, even when the act itself was unpleasant to her. At least that's what the fantasies we had discussed suggested. 

"Jesus Sarah. I don't understand how anyone can be like that, seriously, its not normal." 

I looked at him, my face still streaked with tears and the remnants of his cum, my nipples still obviously hard, pushing through my bra and though he couldn't see it, that dripping, needy hole confirming that I wasn't his idea of normal either. 

"I am so turned on by you Paul, that blowjob, look at me, I'm desperate for your cock, I wanted that so much, I wanted the tears and the choking and the face fucking, all of it, it wasn't a favour for you, I wanted it, I needed it to be like that to satisfy a need within me that denial makes impossible to satisfy. She's the same. She's worse. Neither of us are normal. I'm not your kind of normal, not anymore." 

"Sarah, that's different, a blowjob, it's not the same as masochism, totally different." 

I shook my head "that kind of blowjob, that wasn't a loving act, I wanted to suffer. I need to feel like that sometimes, this denial, it does things to you." 

"Like what?" He frowned, then interrupted just a I was about to answer "And you're not in contact with this Louise any more, but you're still talking about denial? I don't understand." 

"Paul I feel better like this, it gives me energy and helps keep the depression at bay. I haven't had an orgasm for about two months at this point and honestly I love it. There's a whole community of girls out there who do this. Like a kinky support network. Most of them have husbands or boyfriends who are into it though. Some have girlfriends. And some do it in secret, and enjoy denying others as much as being denied themselves..." I left the sentence hanging, wondering if he'd pick up on it. 

"You're denying this girl in Denmark, aren't you, you dirty bitch?" He had a half smirk on his face, hovering between anger and interest. More than interest? 

I said I was, on and off, but not like Louise had been denying me. Helle didn't have the self-control I had a lot of the time, and had on several occasions accidentally had an orgasm, and then went quiet for weeks at a time, ashamed with herself and worried I'd be angry. Of course I wasn't angry, I was concerned for her, I cared for her. Louise would punish me if I came without permission. 

"She punished you? What the fuck Sarah? What did she do?" "It wasn't bad", I tried to explain, "it was part of the dynamic, and Paul, quite often, it led to me giving you blowjobs or surprising you with my wet pussy when you got home." 

"Your dominatrix lesbian girlfriend made you suck my cock?" He sounded genuinely surprised! "Yes baby, she did. I've never enjoyed giving head until this all happened. you must have noticed how much more I do it?" 

"Of course I have, I just assumed it was because you loved me!" He started to sound angry again.  

"I do love you! I just didn't like having a penis in my mouth." I paused. "Until on top of the denial, I wasn't allowed to put anything in my pussy. After a month of no orgasms, and no penetration - even from you - I started thinking about having a cock in my mouth instead. She encouraged it, told me to practice on the dildo she had banned me from using - that purple one, you must have seen it? Its longer but narrower than you are. I can swallow it whole now, your extra width is why I choked, I think." 

"Sarah, I'm disgusted with you." He sounded genuine, but I could see the bulge in his pants, his jeans still undone. Disgusted maybe, but which man is going to be turned off when he hears his wife has been perfecting her cock sucking skills? “And as for no penetration from me, that can’t be true, we have sex all the time!”. 

I had to explain that we didn’t, that we hadn’t had sex all the time since we were in our early 30s. ‘All the time’ now meant once a month, if I was lucky, and more often once every couple of months. I hated it. 

"Baby, don't you see that this change in me has helped with my depression? It's still there, following me, but being like this helps keep it at bay. Knowing you support me too would really help. And I'm pretty sure amazing blowjobs are just the start." That was a risk, asking him not only to support me but suggesting I was going to get more involved. 

"Just the start?" He said, frowning.  

I slipped my hand into his pants, "Have you ever wanted to fuck another woman...?" 

To be continued...