It was a warm London evening and Mandy sat alone in a quiet corner of the bar waiting for her date. Her fingers toyed with the stem of her wine glass and she wondered if Ray would even show. Maybe it would be better if he didn’t… after all, she’d been married for nearly seven years now; so perhaps rekindling an old flame for her twenties wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had.

She’d never intended for this to happen of course, indeed she would be on her way home now if it wasn’t for a chance encounter on the tube a few days prior. She’d been standing on the platform waiting to get on the Piccadilly line when the doors opened and there he was.

She looked up and gasped, he was instantly recognizable despite the passing years.

“Ray?”

Ray looked at her and smiled.

“Oh my God…. Mandy?”

The pair stepped away from the doors and chatted for several minutes, eventually exchanging numbers. Mandy caught the next train and as she sat, trundling through the bowels of the city she wondered what the hell just happened. 

She never had herself down as the cheating kind, and yet she’d not thought twice about giving Ray her number. Sure, exchanging numbers with an old friend didn’t make her a cheat, but Ray wasn’t an ‘old friend’, he was someone she had fucked multiple times and someone who even now she occasionally fantasized about when Bob was licking her to orgasm.

When she got off the train she told herself to delete Ray’s number. No good could possibly come of it; she was risking her marriage, her home, everything… but deep down she knew she wouldn’t be able to. She knew what Ray was like, he’d strung her along back then, giving her just enough to keep her coming back for more, all while knowing that she’d never be more than just another notch on his bedpost.  

But things were different now. She was married, she wasn’t looking for a ‘relationship’ and he didn’t need to make any promises. She just wanted to feel his cock inside her again… like it was back then. EXACTLY like it was back then.

Mandy took a sip of her wine, as excited as she was deep down she knew this was a terrible idea and she looked down at her phone half hoping to see a text telling her he couldn’t make it. Her phone background, Bob and her smiling and hugging at a friend’s wedding a couple of years ago beamed up at her. She turned the phone over, as if it would stop the feelings of guilt. Needless to say it didn’t…

She pulled a small mirror out of her handbag and checked her make up for the umpteenth time, wondering if perhaps she’d gone a little too far with it. She remembered that Ray liked it when she looked extra slutty and she’d tried to recreate it with a heavy eyeliner and bright red lipstick, which she never wore in her normal life these days.

Mandy checked the time again – Ray was twenty minutes late now. She drained the rest of the wine from her glass. Maybe it was for the best, she didn’t need this in her life after all. How could she be so stupid. Fuck Ray, she was going home to her husband. She got up, stepped out of the booth and saw him standing at the bar.

Fuck!

She instinctively dived back into the booth her heart beating wildly. Then her phone vibrated and she saw his text, ‘I’m here… where are you?’

Mandy composed herself and stood up again, Ray was looking the other way as she sauntered nervously to the where he stood. 

“I’m here,” she said meekly.

“Oh, hi… I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I tried upstairs… I should have just texted you huh?”

Mandy nodded, if Bob had kept her waiting for twenty minutes she would have been chewing his ear off for weeks, but now she was too nervous to get mad about it… and too worried he would leave. Two minutes ago she was over it, but seeing him again changed her mind like a shot. 

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yes… please, Pinot.”

Ray paid for the drinks and Mandy dragged him to the quiet booth she’d been sitting in previously. Mandy sat with her back to the wall while Ray sat to her right facing in the direction of the bar.

“You look great,” said Ray.

“So do you…” Mandy countered enthusiastically.

“I can’t believe…. it must be eleven, twelve years?”

“Easily. Maybe thirteen.”

“Wow, time flies… so what happened to you?”

“Well, I got a job at a bank… which was great, and then I shifted to insurance. What about you?”

“Oh you know, I tried lots of things… then I fell into a job repairing specialized air conditioning. It sucks, but the money is great so I stuck at it and here I am.”

They made small talk for a while until eventually Ray reached out and took Mandy’s hand, his fingers quickly finding her wedding band.

“So does your husband know you’re here… with me?”

Mandy pulled her hand away, slightly panicked at the mention of her husband.

“No… I…. no, he doesn’t.”

“I see.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you… married?”

Ray held up his left hand to show it was ring free.

“Not all men wear rings Ray,” Mandy probed.

“True. But I’m not the marrying kind… some women think that makes me a shit, but I like to think of myself as honest. Why would I marry some poor girl when we both know I’m not going to stay faithful?”

Mandy rolled her eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one with the husband, you’re hardly in a position to judge me.”

Mandy bit her lip. He was right and she knew it. 

Ray leaned back in his chair. 

“So how come you’re meeting me in a quiet corner of this pub when you could be at home with your husband?”

Mandy felt her face flush.

“I’m not entirely sure…” she offered.

Ray nodded, weighing up the situation.

“How come you’re wearing all that make up, did you put that on for me? You didn’t look like that at the station the other day… is it because you remembered I liked it when you looked kinda slutty?”

Mandy looked down at the table.

“Yeah you do remember don’t you? I used to like it when your mascara ran while we were fucking. When you were sucking my cock so deep and your make up got all messed up… yeah. I remember that too.”

Mandy was breathing hard, remembering those times when he fucked her throat… she felt her pussy getting wet and had to fight the urge to touch herself.

“Your pussy remembers too doesn’t it?” said Ray cockily. “Would I be right in thinking Bob doesn’t treat you the way you really like to be treated?”

Mandy looked up and stared him in the eyes.

“Bob’s a good man, he loves me… we love each other.”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t… but there must be a reason why you’re here with me, and I’m guessing it’s because you need something he’s either not providing or you’re too scared to ask for. Am I right?”

“Yes,” whispered Mandy.

Ray smiled triumphantly.

“It’s just, when I met Bob I put that behind me. I didn’t want him to treat me like, well… like YOU did, I wanted him to love me, to respect me, to MARRY me. So I never told him about any of that… and it was good. Until I saw you on that platform, and then… well it all came back to me and I wanted it again… I wanted YOU again.”

Ray paused a moment, then continued.

“Okay, well I don’t have a problem with that… if you don’t. What Bob doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Where does he think you are now?”

“Working late.”

“Of course…”

Ray took a long swig of his beer and thought for a moment.

“Are you wearing panties?”

Mandy blushed again.

“Yes.”

“Shame… I always used to like that I could get at you whenever I wanted.”

Ray smiled and drank some more.

“Oh well, if your pussy’s as wet as I think it is right now then maybe it’s for the best.”

“Ray…”

“What? There’s no need to pretend with me. I know you like being spoken to like that…”

Mandy avoided his gaze.

“Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Mandy whispered.

“Oh dear, I can see I have some work to do with you. In fact maybe we should start right now…”

Mandy shot him a look.

“Don’t give me that, I’m not your husband… remember that!”

Mandy opened her mouth to speak and then thought better of it.

Ray smiled, “That’s better,” he smirked.

Mandy fumed silently, hating herself for wanting to be treated like this.

“You know what?” he said. “I want to see you cum, right now.”

Mandy looked panicked.

“But…”

“But what? No one’s looking, no one can hear us round here… so do it. Right now.”

Mandy sat perfectly still for several moments while Ray stared her down.

“Do it, now…” he said sternly.

Mandy’s hand moved down between her legs and she pulled up the short skirt she had on. Her panties were soaked through and she half closed her eyes as she felt her fingers slip inside the waistband.

“Maybe you should just go ahead and take them off,” said Ray. 

Mandy hesitated.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you,” he said. “Take them off and give them to me.”

Mandy peeled her panties down her legs and leant down under the table to retrieve them. She handed them over to him and he held them to his nose.

“Mmm,” he said. “You smell just as good as I remember…”

Mandy hadn’t gone commando for so long, she’d forgotten how exciting it was and how horny it made her. She moved her fingers back between her legs and slipped two inside her wet slit. She gasped as she felt her fingers graze her clit and she quickly started to circle them around it.

“Look at me,” Ray ordered. “I want to look in your eyes when you cum.”

Mandy groaned softly; this was what she craved, what she needed. It had been so long…

“I guess I’ll have to be careful,” mused Ray. “I won’t be able to leave marks on you like I used to… I’ll have to get creative with your punishments won’t I?”

“Yes…” breathed Mandy.

“It’s a shame though… I used to like seeing your breasts and ass covered in bites and bruises. Do you miss having your ass caned as much as I miss caning it?”

“Yes,” Mandy groaned quietly.

“I bet you do… it’s been so long hasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Ray breathed in the scent from her panties again.

“Do you miss being told what to do?”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss being told who to fuck and suck?”

“Yes.”

“You were such a slut for me weren’t you… but you loved it.”

Mandy’s eyes half closed as she remembered how she’d been shared with Ray’s flatmate. How she’d sucked Ray’s thick cock while his friend Matt had fucked her from behind and then how Ray had pulled her on top of him and slid into her pussy only for Matt to move behind her and slide his cock into her ass.

“You loved when Matt and I fucked you together didn’t you?”

“Yes…” Mandy purred. 

“Maybe we can do that again… I think I still have his number somewhere.”

 

Mandy started to tremble with lust.

“Is that what you want? You want me to call Matt right now and see if he’s up for it?”

Mandy’s fingers moved quickly below the table.

“If you cum now I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Mandy grunted louder now, oblivious to her surroundings. Her other hand dropped between her legs and she shifted herself forward to allow herself access to her ass.

“That’s good, yes… touch your ass for me. Touch your ass and cum like a good little slut.”

Mandy’s finger slid into her crack and she started to visibly shake as her orgasm approached. Her mouth opened as her fingertip pressed against her tight ass… and then it was inside and she was cumming.

Ray reached down and gently stroked his hard cock through his jeans as he watched Mandy thrashing around before him. She clamped her mouth shut to stop herself from screaming out and eventually collapsed back onto the seat, her legs spread wide. 

Ray reached down between her legs and pushed his fingers into her pussy, coating them in her thick juices and then offering them to her red lipped mouth. 

“Oh dear,” said Ray as he watched her sucking his fingers clean. “I told you I wanted to look into your eyes as you came, didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir,” she mumbled, suddenly remembering how he used to have her address him ‘in-scene’.

“And you didn’t ask permission to cum either did you?”

“No Sir…. I forgot.”

“That’s okay, you’ve given me at least two good reasons to punish you…”

“Thank you Sir.”

Ray smiled and drained his glass.

“Come on…” he said, standing up and putting her panties in his pocket. 

Mandy quickly gathered herself together and stood up too, allowing Ray to take her hand and lead her towards the door.

“Try not to think how wet your pussy is as we walk through this crowd at the bar… and how many of these guys would love to fuck you and fill you full of cum.”

Ray walked purposefully forward dragging Mandy along with him. They reached the men at the bar and Mandy felt dizzy, remembering how all those years ago she’d knelt in a bar just like this and sucked off three of Ray’s friends while he watched. 

“Where are we going?” Mandy asked as they left the pub and the night air hit her.

“My place, it’s just around the corner.”

Ray took her up a small flight of stairs and punched the call button for the lift. As they waited he pushed her against the wall and started to kiss her, she reached for his cock and found it hard.

“I want your cock,” she moaned into his ear.

“I know you do,” he whispered. 

The lift came and Ray pushed her through the doors. He swatted the button for the fourth floor and span Mandy round against the wall. He reached under her skirt and roughly pressed his fingers between her legs, coating them in her juices and then slid them back until his fingertip was pressed firmly against her asshole.

“You used to love getting fucked in the ass sooo much…”

Ray pressed his finger forward slightly and after a brief moment of resistance he felt the ring of muscle give way and accept the intruder. As the lift slowly climbed to the fourth floor he worked his finger in and out, slowly pressing deeper with each stroke. 

“Ooooh, fuck me,” wailed Mandy into the steel wall of the lift.

Ray pushed harder until his middle finger was all the way inside her ass. Then he begin circling it inside her, causing her to reach down between her legs and start rubbing her clit again.

Ray chuckled as he realised what she was doing.

“You are a bad girl Mandy, a VERY bad girl!”

Ray pulled his finger out of her ass as they reached the fourth floor, then quickly unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor as the doors opened. Mandy panicked and turned around to see if there was anyone out in the corridor, her hands moving to cover her naked pussy.

“Don’t!” warned Ray. “I want you exposed. If someone happens to come along the corridor I want you to smile and say ‘Hello’.”

Mandy looked at Ray and nodded gently, her stomach turning somersaults. She started to wonder if she was in over her head, as this was escalating way quicker than she’d anticipated… 

Ray stooped down and picked up Mandy’s skirt then stepped out of the lift and waited for her to follow. 

Mandy was hesitant to leave the relative safety of the lift, bringing a deep sigh from Ray.

“I’ll drag you to my room if I have to,” he warned.

Mandy took a deep breath and stepped forward out of the lift, her slutty heels clacking loudly as she walked along the wooden floor. To her relief she could see all the way along the corridor now and there was no one in sight.

Ray walked all the way to the end of the corridor, he knew there was almost no one living on this floor but Mandy didn’t need to know that. He reached his door, pulled out his key and made a show of it being difficult to open. Meanwhile Mandy looked around, panicking in case one of the doors behind them opened.

Finally Ray opened the door and slowly walked inside. Mandy rushed past him into the room, gasping while Ray closed the door, then turned around smiling.

Relieved to be out of the corridor Mandy moved towards him, her fingers quickly finding his cock and clawing at it as they kissed. Ray lifted his hands and started to undo the buttons on her shirt. He reached the bottom and then roughly grabbed her right breast through her white lacy bra.

Mandy moaned as his fingers squeezed hard into her flesh and then she felt herself being pushed down onto her knees. Her fingers scrabbled at the button and zip and she pulled his jeans down almost to his knees, exposing the tight, black shorts beneath, tented by Ray’s rock hard cock. She pulled the cotton down and out until she finally saw her prize and moved forward to engulf it with her mouth. 

Now it was Ray’s turn to groan as he felt her warm willing mouth closing around his meat. She was a great cocksucker back in the day and he wondered if she still had what it took to rock his world…

Mandy struggled to take more than half of Ray’s impressive cock into her mouth and after a short while Ray reached down and took hold of his shaft. He pulled her head back off it and batted her cheek with his rod. 

“I’m not your husband…” he reminded her. “Suck it like you mean it!”

He pushed her head back down onto his cock and then started to fuck her mouth. He held her head gently to start with but as she struggled to take it he held her tighter, re-training her to take him all the way down.

“That’s it… you remember, relax your throat. Good girl.”

Mandy’s pussy flooded with juice when he praised her, just like it always did before. She wanted to please him so badly and she wanted his cock all the way inside her too.

“That’s it… yesssssssssss.”

Ray fucked Mandy’s mouth for a minute or two then pulled her up to her feet by her hair and kissed her hard. Her hand grabbed his cock and pumped it briskly as they kissed, while his hand moved between her legs, fingering her pussy roughly.

Then he span her around and pushed her forward until she was bent over the back of the sofa. He looked down at her gorgeous ass and thought back to all the times when he’d fucked it back in the day.

“I bet you have a good collection of toys for these slutty holes don’t you?” he teased.

Without waiting for an answer he slapped her ass hard three times. Then he slid his hand underneath her and grabbed a hold of her pubic hair.

“You’re still a hot little bitch, but you need to shave this slut-pussy for me.”

“But… I can’t, what about Bob…”

Ray laughed at her, slapping her cheeks again for her insolence.

“What about him?” he snapped. “You think he’s going to mind? No… Bob will be over the fucking moon. Trust me.”

Mandy moaned as she felt Ray’s hand raining down on her ass cheeks again and again. Her pussy was soaked and she wanted his cock, now! 

“Show me your asshole,” he commanded.

Mandy hesitated and Ray repeated the order.

“Show me your ass, slut!”

Mandy reached back and pulled her cheeks apart to expose her tight hole.

“Has Bob ever fucked you in the ass?”

“No,” Mandy murmured.

“Speak up!” 

“No!” 

“Why not?”

“I… we never…”

“Do you miss it?”

 

“No…. “ she lied unconvincingly.

The sound of Ray’s hand coming down on Mandy’s soft, smooth cheeks echoed around the apartment.

“Do you miss it?” he asked again.

“Yes… I miss it,” she corrected herself.

“Better. But if you want me to fuck your ass then you need to shave your pussy,” Ray said, gently caressing Mandy’s reddened cheeks with his palm.

“Well.. are you gonna shave it for me?”

“Yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” 

Ray moved behind her and took hold of his cock, pressing the tip between Mandy’s slippery pussy lips. With one thrust he forced his cock balls-deep inside her sodden hole and then started to fuck her harder than she’d been fucked in years.

“I’ve missed fucking this tight little cunt,” he spat. “But we’re gonna be doing this a lot aren’t we?”

“Yes…. Sir,” Mandy breathed lustfully.

“That’s right, your pussy needs this doesn’t it? You need my cock filling you and stretching you… do you remember how good it felt in your ass?”

Mandy moaned loudly, she was getting close to her climax now.

“Yeah, that’s right slut, cum on my fucking cock… milk the cum out of my balls with your tight cunt.”

Mandy felt her orgasm growing closer and closer with every thrust that Ray made. She gripped the sofa tightly and felt her legs tensing up as her pussy started to contract around the cock pounding into her. Ray grabbed onto Mandy’s hips and held her tight as he slammed his pole into her frenziedly, holding back just long enough to push her over the edge before firing his load into her now sloppy pussy.

Barely recovered from her orgasm Mandy felt Ray pull his cock out of her and then felt his hand on her shoulder, pulling her backwards and down onto her knees again. As she settled on the soft carpet she saw her lover’s cum smeared cock in front of her and eagerly opened her mouth to clean it.

Ray reached down and milked the last few drops of cum onto her tongue before sliding it between her lips and enjoying the sensation of her lapping around the head and down the shaft.

“Good girrrl,” groaned Ray rolling his r’s. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together aren’t we… and I’m going to enjoy turning you back into the craven slut you used to be.”

Mandy looked up at him with grateful, lust filled eyes, her fingers already moving back between her legs.

“Poor Bob,” chuckled Ray to himself as he watched Mandy worship his wilting cock. “He has no idea what coming…”