by Vivi King
Although I didn’t understand it at the time, the coming months were to demonstrate only too clearly that there were a lot of things I didn’t think about when ‘in heat’. This was a weakness I could and should have recognized in myself. If I had understood myself better then, I could perhaps have saved us all so much worry in the future but at the time I didn’t realize its significance.
Ridiculously, I didn’t feel able to ask Tony as I lay in his arms in my post-coital glow. Instead I resolved to get the morning after pill the following day ‘just in case’. I would have to visit a town some distance away where I wasn’t known but that could be done. I silently prayed that it wouldn’t be too late to stop any unwanted outcome from our first copulation three days ago and tried to concentrate on Tony’s question: what had we started?
Although I wasn’t ready to think about it, he was quite right to ask. That evening our relationship had moved from something that could have been passed off as a pleasant but definitely one-off mistake to something much more deliberate, much more calculated and I had to admit, much more enjoyable.
And what on earth should I do about Pete? What had I done to my husband? Even as I lay there, freshly inseminated in another man’s bed, there was no doubt in my mind that I loved my husband dearly.
So what was I doing there? After a weekend of remorse, why had I sinned a second time? And why didn’t it feel as sinful as it should?
I told myself that it was at least partly my husband’s fault. Had Pete not spent so long trying to convince me to take a lover, had he not seemed so sincere in this desire, the last few days would not have happened. Without Pete’s persuasion I would not have let Tony seduce me the first time and certainly wouldn’t have willingly returned for a second fucking.
I was only doing what my husband wanted. Pete would understand. Pete would approve. Eventually he might even be pleased.
Oh God, I hoped so!
But then I felt Tony’s tall, slim body rising over me again, I felt the heat of his near-hairless chest against my tiny boobs. I felt his left knee insinuating itself between mine, forcing my legs apart as he began to mount me again.
Without another thought, I spread my thighs in rampant, obscene invitation and a moment later the smooth, thick head of his revived erection confidently parted my inner lips and forced its way into my loose, messy semen-filled vagina for the second time within an hour.
And it felt simply wonderful!
“Ohhh!”
Tony’s thickening erection slid smoothly into my loose, welcoming body in one long, single, well- lubricated thrust until his pubic hair ground hard against mine. For a moment I wished again that his cock was longer – much longer - so the incredible stretching could last and last.
“Mmmm... Yesss!”
But the thought was quickly driven from my mind as he began to fuck me and fuck me hard. Sensitivity half-forgotten, his thrusts started slowly and smoothly but quickly became short, sharp and increasingly violent.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
The obscene, wet sloppy sounds coming from between my thighs were joined by the bed groaning its unhappiness as our two middle-aged bodies collided over and over again. My vagina, already loose and very well-lubricated from our first coupling became looser still, offered no resistance at all to the thick, stumpy invader that pounded into it. My clitoris, already sensitized from our first copulation, was dragged tightly against his upper ridge and in an instant I began to climax for the third – or was it fourth time in the last hour; my head was spinning too much to count.
‘Oh Tony.... please... oh yes... oh fuck meee!’
The words flashed around my head but I was biting my lip too hard for them to become audible. Instead I ran my fingernails over his wiry frame, along his shoulders, down his arms and across the well-defined muscles of his chest.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
“Penny... Pennyyyy!”
I dug my fingernails hard into the muscles of his shoulders, raising my knees and wrapping my legs around his upper thighs. My body was in complete surrender, lubrication must simply have been pouring from my slit if the wet slapping sounds filling the room and the electric tingling in my groin were anything to go by.
Schlappity-schlappity-schlappity-schlappity
“OhhhGodddyess!”
Was that my voice? It sounded barely female and as for the rich, earthy smell that was permeating the room’s stale air; was that really coming from my body too?
Shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap-shlap!
“Oh God Penny I’m going to....”
Tony’s voice was almost desperate. I understood immediately what was about to happen.
‘Not so soon! Please....’ I silently begged.
Tightening down on his thick shaft as hard as my middle-aged pelvic floor would allow, I tilted my hips downwards, forcing my clitoris as hard against his ugly shaft as I could, squeezing that amazing erection tightly between my inner lips in an attempt to bring my own climax on faster.
“Oooyyyeeesss!”
The effect was immediate; a wave of heat rushed outwards from my vulva, rippling through my belly and spine and into my chest. I began to orgasm uncontrollably, staring wild-eyed into Tony’s handsome face as it began to contort and twist with his own powerful climax. HIs body went into spasm, his thrusts became wild and uncontrolled, all semblance of rhythm gone as I felt the head of his cock swell deep within me and for a second time in an hour he began to cum inside me.
This time his climax was short-lived but no less intense if the extraordinary grimaces on his face were anything to judge by. I felt his shaft pulsing in my body as he ejaculated, adding yet more semen the sticky mess already within me and which now coated my inner thighs and lower belly, forced out by the power of his thrusts.
“Yes! Cummmiinnnmmeee!”
I half-howled into the room, like an animal in heat; feral, as if my whole body craved insemination by this strong, powerful, attractive man.
“Jesus Penny! You’re amaazzziinngg!”
Sadly Tony’s ejaculation lasted only a few moments before his body became still and his shaft began to soften inside me. Panting, he rolled off me once again and lay alongside. I felt that strange and wonderful mix of emptiness and triumph that the combination of orgasm and insemination brought me.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, laughing out loud, “That was sooo good!”
I squeezed his hand. The romance of the evening would not have been helped if I had told him the
truth about my ‘squeeze’ technique; that when a woman’s vagina had become as loose as mine had after childbirth, she had to try every trick in the book to get anything like the same pleasure out of sex. Of course with Tony’s cock being so thick it wasn’t as necessary but still...
“Oh shit! Look at the time!” I suddenly exclaimed, catching sight of the clock on the bedside table and throwing back the duvet.
I knew Pete’s gym sessions usually lasted less than two hours even with a shower and a drink in the bar afterwards; there was no time for afterplay or pillow talk. Climbing rapidly out of bed, I pulled on my clothes as quickly as I could, very much aware of the state of my body.
I had to get clean; no way was I ready to confront my husband with my lover’s smell on my body – if I was ready to confront him at all!
“Sorry! Sorry!” I kept mumbling as I dressed as quickly as I could.
“Will you call?” he asked anxiously. “Please Penny?”
“I’ll call. Of course I’ll call!”
A stunned Tony followed me to the front door, a towel around his waist, where we hugged and kissed before I ran down the apartment block’s stairs to find my car. Not daring to look back, I jumped into it and drove too quickly for home, more than a little disheveled.
If I had been less distracted, I might have noticed the bright explosion of Bonfire Night fireworks
filling the sky. A clearer symbolic announcement of my change in status from faithful wife to cheating slut could not have been planned. But my mind was elsewhere; instead I was very relieved to see the driveway empty when I arrived home.
The gusset of my knickers was soaked in semen by the time I reached the bedroom and pulled them off, hastily burying them in the dirty washing basket where I knew my husband was very unlikely to look. Tearing off my clothes, I pulled my robe around my naked body and headed quickly downstairs to the utility room, feeling a little extra goo trickling down my inner thigh as I filled the washing machine. The oozing sensation made me shiver with an illicit thrill.
I ran back upstairs and was in the shower frantically trying to wash away every trace of my encounter with Tony when Pete came into the house a few minutes later.
Half an hour later my husband and I sat talking in front of the television as if nothing had changed. A
strong feeling of unreality came over me. Everything within the room felt completely normal; everything within me felt extremely different. How could Pete not see the guilt written all over my face? How could he not tell I was a changed woman?
And I was a changed woman; there really was no going back now. I had gone to Tony’s intending to make my first act of infidelity my last one. I had left after adding two more crimes against fidelity to my record and with the intention of adding more.
Was this really what my husband had tried so long and so hard to persuade me to do?
5
So, in the first week of November the madness began; I had become an unfaithful wife; a slut, a harlot.
I had started an affair with one of our closest family friends; a man we had known well for nearly twenty years, whose family we had shared holidays with, Christmases with and who was the father of our kids’ best friends.
Already in an unexpected state of arousal brought on by the erotic story I was writing on a journey home from London, I had bumped into Tony on the train and had spent the full ninety minute trip enjoying his company. I had been using Tony as a model for one of the characters in my story and myself for another. The two characters were in the process of having wild, unprotected sex in his marital bed so to meet him in person at that moment had been quite a shock. My first reaction had been embarrassment tinged with guilt but he had soon put me and my ease and the journey had passed in very pleasant conversation with perhaps his normal level of light flirting.
The result was that my level of arousal had still been high when the train pulled into the rather bleak parkway station. Always the gentleman, Tony had given me a lift home from the station but for reasons I still do not fully understand even now, when he kissed me goodbye in the hallway with his usual playful squeeze of my bottom, instead of the equally playful removal of his hand and mock scolding I would normally have given, for I had left his palm on my buttock and raised my arms around his neck.
The kissing, stripping, fondling, crude but passionate fucking and mutual climaxes that had followed on our lounge floor had introduced me to a whole new world of pleasure.
It had also introduced me to a world of constant fear and guilt.
The fact that for several years, my sex life with my husband Pete had been dominated by fantasies in which I was taken in many ways by many different men didn’t excuse my crime. The fact that Pete had been urging me to take a lover in real life for many months only could only go so far in moderating my feelings of shame and guilt.
What was worse, the following Monday when I had gone to Tony’s apartment to tell him it all had to end immediately, things hadn’t gone at all to plan. Instead of a painful, embarrassing parting of the ways we had fallen into each other’s arms for a second time and, an hour later as I drove home with two more doses of my lover’s semen inside my body, I was a lost cause.
I was too ashamed even to turn to my online cuckold friends for advice. Every one of them would have told me the same thing; that in a wife-sharing relationship there had to be trust; that I shouldn’t have gone with another man without my husband’s knowledge and acquiescence. Knowing what he would say – and indeed did eventually say - I hardly dared tell Richard, one of my most helpful cuckold friends what I had done.
But for Tony and me, the dam was well and truly breached. For the next two weeks we were like kids with a new toy, meeting and making love as often as we could, aware of the risk and danger of discovery but unable or unwilling to resist.
Several times I came to his flat (and came in his flat), once in the early morning before work which made me arrive in my office late and a little disheveled. Once we went to a hotel at lunchtime, one evening we even made love in the back of my SUV in the dark recesses of a country car park. It was crude, uncomfortable; painful even but made me feel like a teen again. I must have been terribly distracted at home. Pete didn’t seem to notice any physical change in me but he certainly did notice that our sex life had come to a grinding halt. Given almost constantly ‘freshly-fucked’ state of my body and to be brutally honest, the increasing soreness between my legs there was no way I could take the risk of letting my husband near me.
But this intensity or passion couldn’t last and, as Tony rolled off me one Saturday morning when I was supposedly at the gym, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my pink flushed chest, we realized - just in time - that if we continued at this rate it would not be long before we were discovered. It was very difficult, but it was obvious that for safety’s sake we simply had to see each other less often.
The compensation was that when we did meet, we would make sure we could be together for longer. I worked only a half day on Thursdays, usually spending the afternoon grocery shopping and in the gym. Tony runs his own business and, with a little difficulty, could arrange to be 'out of the office' when he needed to be. It took a shamefully short time for us to come to terms with what had
happened and overcome the (initially considerable) guilt. Neither of us had cheated on our spouses before. Despite Tony being separated from his wife Julie who was herself in the midst of a rather public affair and the fact that my husband Peter had been urging me to take a lover for many months, we both knew there was something very wrong about what we were doing but were pathetically helpless to resist. I had always despised people who were unable to resist temptation. I had been contemptuous of the few friends I knew who had put their own pleasure before the good of their families and cheated on their partners. But now everything had changed; now I was in that position myself I began to understand just how torn a woman lover can be between two lovers.
Even now I tell myself that, if Pete hadn’t told me so often to find another man I would never have let myself get into that position but of course I can never be sure.
What I am sure is that throughout our affair it never once crossed my mind to leave my husband. Nevertheless the strong physical attraction and extraordinary sexual compatibility between Tony and me brought a new and exciting dimension into both our lives that neither of us wanted to end. Over the next few weeks as we grew more used to each other's bodies, we relaxed more and more and the pleasures of the bed grew more and more intense.
To my amazement, once the first few crazy weeks of my affair were over, although I could still not reach orgasm with him, sex with my husband recommenced and was immediately much more intense and exiting too. It was still completely dominated by Pete’s fantasies of watching me with another man but, although the man in Pete’s fantasies changed from day to day, there was only ever one face in my mind as we played out scenario after scenario in our bedroom.
Often I would lie next to my sleeping husband pondering how two such apparently similar men could be so very different as lovers. It went far beyond the mere differences in size and shape of their erect cocks.
Part of it was novelty, I’m sure. After years being as tall as my partner – taller when in heels – it felt good to be with a man who was over six inches taller than me and made me feel pleasantly dominated. Though both men were sl
im; my husband’s body was if anything better trained and more athletic than my lover’s but it was also covered in thick dark hair. Tony’s almost hairless chest on the other hand had at most a soft, sparse, downy feel which in a strange way made me feel cleaner and younger too.
But increasingly often I would lie awake wondering what on earth I thought I was doing. Though in no way prepared to stop, I found it harder and harder to keep on deceiving my husband in this way. The battle inside me raged constantly; between the love I unquestionably still felt for Pete, the increasing passion felt for Tony and the certainty in my mind that it was all wrong and that I should never have
got myself into this situation.
For a whole mad month the affair continued like this, my body shared between my two lovers. To this day I can’t understand how Pete never realised that he wasn’t the only man using me but he gave no sign of suspicion at all so what happened next really did come as a complete shock to him.
It was Sunday night – the second weekend in December - and we were in bed. Pete and I had just reached the end of an unusually intricate fantasy in which I had taken not one but two men’s cocks into my body at the same time. This was an extreme scenario even for him but I had happily gone along with it and he had climaxed loudly and messily inside me as I loved so much.
I hadn’t come close to orgasm myself and hadn’t slept with Tony for a few days so was feeling more than a little frustrated. As my husband’s cock softened inside me then slipped stickily out, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, his face hot and pink.
“That was amazing, Penny,” he croaked. “You’ve been practicing!”
I forced out a rather false-sounding laugh; that much was certainly true.
“You didn’t cum though, did you?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” I began.
“It DOES matter,” he insisted. “I mean it! I wish I could make you feel as good as... as good as you just made me feel!”
“It’s not you,” I said unconvincingly. “It’s me Pete!”
