The Lady and the Tramp
Copyright© 2026 by SLUTWIFESARAH
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The slutty wife of a swinging couple brings home a Tramp and begins a journey with a new sexual twist.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual Heterosexual True Story Slut Wife Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Ted Simmons was getting some wine and snacks ready in preparation for his wife Sarah getting home. Sarah had been to a Christmas lunch with some old friends from her days as a nurse, a job she had managed to retire from when she had turned fifty a little less than a year ago so he knew she wouldn’t be hungry but he hoped she would be horny. It had been six weeks since they had been together, with him being away from home with work. During that time there hadn’t been any video call or pictures of Sarah with another man, something the couple frequently indulged in. However even though Ted had encouraged his sexy blonde wife, with perfect C cup tits and long athletic legs, she had insisted that she just hadn’t been in the mood or had time. So apart from wanting to fuck the living daylights out of his wife Ted hoped a little bit of role play and maybe cam play with some of the contacts they had made on the “Stotiesonline” sex website he hoped he could cajole her into a meet.
Ted heard the unmistakable sound of Sarah’s car pulling onto the driveway and headed for the fridge to take out a chilled bottle of wine. He was stopped in his tracks by his phone ringing, with Sarah’s ringtone. When he answered it Sarah spoke saying, “hi baby. I need you to come out front and help me with something. Ted immediately went outside to see what Sarah needed and was surprised that as he approached her car he could see a man sitting in the driver’s seat. Sarah was standing next to the passenger door, which she had opened and as Ted arrived next to her she said, “it’s Stan, the tramp who used to be in the hospital a lot. I saw him on the street, soaked through and freezing and couldn’t bear to leave him there. It is the season of good will after all. On the way home he fell asleep. Can you help get him inside please baby?”
Ted, realising he had no choice, reached into the car and shook Stan, calling out to him, “come on Stan! Wake up. You need to get out of the car and into the warm buddy.” Stan rolled his head from side to side and groaned a little, the strong smell of booze wafting out of his mouth. “Christ! He’s plastered!” Ted grunted, looking at his wife.
Sarah just shrugged her shoulders and smiled, cocking her head to one side as if to say,” what can I tell you? I’m a caring soul at heart.” Ted reached under Stan’s armpits and hoisted him up with ease as Stan’s scrawny frame, probably weighing no more than one forty fully clothed, was no weight at all for Ted’s muscular six feet one body. Once he had Stan out of the car Ted briefly stooped and hoisted Stan onto his shoulder as if he was a small sack of flour, before marching towards the house, Sarah, now in tow. As the pair entered the house Sarah muttered, “get him into the bathroom baby.” Once in the bathroom Ted lowered Stan onto the tiled floor and both he and Sarah began to shake Stan and talk to him, trying to wake him up. Although Stan’s breath smelled strongly of alcohol, both were convinced that his slumber was more about fatigue and cold than the effects of alcohol.
After a moment or two Stan began to stir and mumble. “What now?” Sarah asked her husband.
“Well I guess we’ll have to get his wet clothes off and perhaps get him in the shower to warm up.” Ted replied, quite matter of factly.
They set to the task in hand and during her thirty years of nursing Sarah had learned how to undress semi conscious people and very soon Stan was just down to his underpants. “We’ll leave his undies on, they’re already wet anyway and we’ll sort them out once we get him warmed up and cleaned a little.” Sarah said as she stood and started the shower running. As Ted hoisted Stan off the floor began to regain some of his awareness and seemed to understand as Ted explained what had happened and what was now happening. Ted then ushered a fairly compos-mentis Stan into the walk-in, glass walled, shower stall.
As Stan passed Sarah he smiled and mumbled, “Hey blondie! I remember you. You’re fucking gorgeous. Where ya been?” Sarah didn’t respond as Stan stumbled past her and into the shower.
Despite being fully aware of his circumstances Stan still seemed a little unsteady on his feet and unsure what he was doing. This was the moment when Ted seized his opportunity and he couldn’t resist saying to Sarah, “you’re gonna have to get in there and help him!”
Sarah leered at her husband and scowled, “What? Why me?”
“We don’t want him falling and being a hospital case and I’m not fucking getting in there. You brought him home.” Replied Ted.
Sarah kind of knew she had no choice and quickly thought what to do. A few seconds later she said,”Stan. Just sit down there sweetie. I’ll be back to help you in a minute.” With that she dashed off to the bedroom and fished out a swimsuit from her closet.
After quickly changing into it she dashed back to the bathroom to be greeted by Ted who chuckled and said, “I thought you might just have gone in naked!”
As he spoke Ted felt a tingle in his cock and realised that although he said it as a joke the thought of Sarah getting in the shower naked with Stan turned him on. He hadn’t seen his sexy wife with another man for a good while and now he was hoping it would happen. The fact that Stan was a grubby tramp who Sarah had picked up off the street made the scenario even more appealing.
Ted watched on as Sarah joined Stan in the shower and as she moved behind Stan Ted could see the outline of Stan’s cock through the damp, clinging, fabric of his underwear. Although it was in a flaccid state it looked long and thick. Ted just hoped that Sarah might notice too as she had a penchant for large cock. Sarah grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squirted some into her hand before massaging it into Stan’s, now wet hair. She moved him back a little so his head was no longer under the running water and as she did he staggered a little, leaning back against Sarah. As Stan felt Sarah’s tits press against his back the realisation that he was up close and personal with the sexy blonde he’d fantasised about for years, began to rouse him and clear his head.
After a fair amount of scrubbing Stan’s hair Sarah pushed Stan forwards, still assuming he was unsteady on his feet, to rinse his head under the shower spray. Then she grabbed a bottle of shower gel and liberally drizzled it onto Stan’s shoulders and all down his back. Some of the shower gel flowed down the front of Stan’s shoulders and as Sarah began to wash his back Stan ran his hands over the gel on his front and after coating his palms he shoved his hands inside his underwear. He paused and momentarily froze when he saw Ted looking at him but after a few seconds Ted smiled at Stan and nodded his head. Stan could hardly believe his luck. He had a hot woman, in just a swimsuit behind him and her husband had just given him the green light to start stroking his cock. Stan began doing just that and between his own hands working on his cock, the feeling of Sarah’s soft soapy hands running over his boney frame and thoughts of what might happen running through his mind his cock was soon up to its full nine inches of thick, throbbing meat.
Stan’s cock was now so big it was uncomfortable to have it contained in his underwear. He took a quick look over his shoulder and asked Sarah for some more shower gel. When she turned around to get the bottle off the shelf Stan quickly dropped his underwear and stepped out of it, turning around just as Sarah turned back towards him. Before she had a chance to look down, Stan stepped closer to her so their faces were inches apart and said, “Maybe I should return the favour and wash your back for you, gorgeous.”
As Stan spoke to Sarah she felt his hard cock slap against her thigh. She let out a little gasp and instinctively looked down. “Oh my god! Stan. What are you doing?
Stan chuckled and replied, “Well. I thought you’d wanna wash my front now. Have you got enough shower gel to cover this?” As he spoke Stan gripped his massive hard cock and waved it from side to side a little before squeezing it and lifting it so it was pointing right at Sarah’s face.