Leanne returned from her room in fresh clothes and Neil was sitting at the table.
They exchanged smiles as she poured him his drink, finally, but then jumped when the door burst open.
“Sweetheart, I’m home! I won a nice little sum on the gee-gees too.” It was Uncle Ted. He moved to the other side of the kitchen, rifled noisily through some drawers and produced some elastic bands. He saw Neil sitting there.
“Dropped my hay off OK?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good-oh! Let’s have a dram, eh?” Ted opened the cupboard and looked around for his whisky.
“It’s right here, sir. Your lovely niece poured me one already.”
“Ahhh, she’s a good ’un! You know, one day all this will be hers?” He lifted a hand as if to introduce the kitchen.
Leanne had two images in her head: a petrol can and a box of matches.
Neil smiled at her disdain.
Ted pulled out a bundle of cash from his pocket and wrapped the band around it. “Wait a minute! Is that a footprint in the butter?”
SOMETHING I DID RIGHT
Rowan K
Four years into our marriage and over the last three months Doris had become offhand with me. She was short-tempered and snappy. I knew why. “Doris, do you actually want a divorce?” I asked her. I was in the kitchen watching her empty the dishwasher.
“No, of course not.”
“Well, stop being so blatant when you’re out with Sydney. The whole bloody town must know about it by now.”
She stood up. Her face was pale and she looked deathly shocked. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Doris was at a complete loss for words. That had never happened before.
“So next time he wants to fuck you, get the cheapskate to take you to a motel further away where no one knows you.”
It looked like Doris had thought of something to say. Her pack of lies I did not need. I walked out, went into our living room and watched some television.
Doris followed after a few minutes. “Jeth, I am not having an affair with Stanley. I’m his assistant. I carry his kit, charge his camera batteries and that sort of thing. I’m learning a lot about photography so that one day I can be a professional too. Honestly. There’s nothing between me and Sydney apart from that.”
I had the remote in my hand and discreetly switched over to the DVD player. It brought up a series of still photos of Doris, completely nude, in a range of poses, and looking quite happy about what she was doing. “You look lovely in the nude, Doris. I do prefer you without pubic hair.”
Doris was staring horrified at her photographs.
“But you are quite right. There is nothing between you and Stanley. Not even clothes.”
At that point the DVD changed to a movie. Doris and Stanley in what looked like a motel room, both nude. Stanley had a full erection.
Stanley was feeling her up; Doris was loving it. “You know, Doris, I rather enjoy watching a good porn movie. We ought to do it more often. It could bring us closer together.”
They got to actual penetrative sex. Just the words do not convey the degree of Doris’s adultery. She was crying with ecstasy. She wrapped her legs right around Stanley and pulled him into her. She was giving herself to him, absolutely, without reserve.
I could not see how Doris could talk her way out of that. I don’t think she could either.
The guy that had made the video for me had a brilliant sense of humor. He’d been playing the 1812 Overture softly in the background. Toward the end he brought up the sound of the church bells, music to orgasm by! And he synchronized the cannon fire with one of Doris’s ecstatic screams. The other cannons corresponded with Stanley firing his semen. Such a pity Doris missed the humor.
There was more, other trysts they’d had, but I switched it off there. “Are you quite sure you don’t want a divorce, Doris?”
She just gave me a look and walked out.
I didn’t see her again that evening. She made a bed up in the spare room and slept there. Nor could she face me the next morning. She stayed in her room until I’d left for work.
The note waiting for me on the kitchen table when I came home read:
Dear Jethrow,
Sorry but I can’t face you right now. I’m too ashamed of myself. I cheated on you and lied to you. That video showed me how it was from your point of view. Watching it, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. If you want a divorce you can have one and I wouldn’t blame you. You have always been a good husband and I’ve ruined a happy marriage. For what it’s worth I bitterly bitterly regret it.
All my love, Doris.
PS I’ll be in touch when I have found the courage to face you.
Well, she didn’t look like she was regretting it in the video. My guess was that she regretted not having been more careful so that I didn’t find out.
I busied myself with some domestic chores. Doris hadn’t finished emptying the dishwasher. That was my fault for distracting her at a bad time. I emptied it, put the stuff away and started packing the next load. Well, at least the kitchen was tidy.
I watched the video of Doris and Stanley right through. With Doris out of the way and the whole mess out in the open between us, I’d got over the anger and resentment. What I did find, to my embarrassment and bewilderment, was that watching Doris getting it like that was a turn-on for me. Why the heck it should be so I had no idea. I’d heard of that effect but had never experienced it before. It was weird. Doris had made me a cuckold. I hadn’t expected to get any kind of kick from it.
I checked up on Doris’s cell phone. I had a recording station in the loft. The private detective I’d hired when I got suspicious about Doris’s activities had put me on to it. Doris never went into the loft. She’d called Stanley and told him their affair was over. That he took it so easily seemed to shock Doris. She’d probably thought she was important to him. Next was a call to her mom. Mom got the whole sordid story out of her and wasn’t at all impressed by Doris’s behavior. She was also concerned about my reaction to it. Did Doris still have a marriage?
Mom didn’t seem to want Doris living with her but said she could stay for a week while she found a place for herself. Or better still, went home to her husband and faced his wrath. It was interesting to be reminded of how seriously women take husbands. Then there was a long call to her friend and confidante, Zelda. Zelda was delightfully shocked at Doris’s news and was happy to let Doris pour her heart out. It was apparent that Zelda had known all about the affair with Stanley and was horrified to learn that I’d found out about it.
I gathered from their conversation that Doris loved me and that Stanley was an exciting adventure on the side. Going by the video he certainly was, but she didn’t love Stanley at all. She wanted to stay married to me, but she didn’t know where she stood with me. “What can I say to him, Zeld?” was a frequently asked question.
It took a week before Doris found the courage to face me. She phoned and we arranged to meet. She’d obviously gone to a lot of trouble with her appearance but she looked a bit haggard.
“Where do we stand now, Jeth?” she asked.
“It’s up to you, Doris. You can have a divorce if that’s what you want. Or we can work through this together and try to restore what we had before things went sour on us.”
“Oh please, Jeth, let’s try.”
“It won’t be easy, Doris. The first thing I need is the full and absolute truth about what happened. I need to know and to face up to it. And to know what it is that I have to forgive. Once we get past that we can start the healing.”
She swallowed and nodded.
“It may take a while to restore the trust and get over the hurt but it is what I want too.”
“Jeth, I’ll do everything I can to make us work. As long as we’re together.”
“OK, Doris. Move back in when you’re ready. But there are two special conditions.”
“Sure, what?”
“I want you to kee
p your pube smooth and hairless for as long as we’re together.”
Her smile matched mine. She knew I didn’t like pubic hair on her and she accepted that penance. “What else?”
“I want a blow job from you every Sunday morning. See it as an outward and visible sign of your inward and loving commitment.”
She must have guessed I had video footage of her giving Sydney a blow job. She always claimed it was distasteful, but she’d been quite happy to bring him off with her mouth. I’d have brought that up if she’d been stupid enough to refuse me. Luckily, she didn’t refuse. “All right. I accept your terms.”
Doris moved back in the following day. She only had two suitcases so that was no worry. Also I’d kept the house up nicely while she was gone to let her know I could manage without her.
She had her full confession to get through and that was worrying her. Personally, I was looking forward to it. It was that evening that she brought it up. When did I want to hear it?
“Whenever you feel ready,” I told her.
So she told me how she got into the relationship with Sydney . . . I didn’t really understand it but I guessed that another woman would. I suspected that Sydney seduced her and she was stupid enough to fall for it. He’d fucked her five times and she’d begun to sense the danger of what she was doing rather than the pleasure, and that’s when I’d confronted her with it.
The story was as sexy as hell and I had to keep my erection concealed as she spoke. When she finished I asked her what I had been doing wrong as her husband. Had she been feeling neglected or unloved or whatever?
According to her, I hadn’t been doing anything wrong. So why had she let Sydney have her? I didn’t put that to her. I wanted to start the healing. However we slept in separate bedrooms until she had a period and I persuaded her to get checked out for diseases. “After all, a stud like Sydney probably sleeps around a lot. He could have infected you.”
She had a horrified reaction to my casual remark. She’d been stupid enough not to have thought of that. As it turned out she was OK except for thrush, which made her fanny smell bad. The clinic treated that. And they told her she was not pregnant, which would have been fine except that she started her period that same day.
I made a joke of it, telling her it would wash the last traces of Sydney out of her. It had been a few months since I’d had any sex and a few more days wouldn’t hurt.
For the rest of her period we got on well. I did my best not to add to the guilt trip she’d put herself on. I suggested to her that when her period was over we should go to a nice restaurant for a reconciliation supper before we resumed our marital relations. She loved that idea.
The supper proved a great success. Doris had used it as an excuse to get glammed up which she enjoyed and she was looking lovely. It was during the meal that I admitted to her that it was something of a turn-on for me that she’d had another prick inside her. That it was possibly that effect that had saved our marriage. She felt relieved that I felt that way but promised she wouldn’t do it again.
“When Sydney has faded to a distant memory it might be a booster for me if you were to do it again, without the cheating and deceit,” I told her. “Perhaps on holiday somewhere.”
She looked surprised. “Would you really, really want me to?”
“I dunno. We’ll keep it as a fantasy for now. Something to talk about to get me aroused.”
“All right, talking is OK.”
“But don’t tell anyone. Especially Zelda.”
“No, I won’t.”
There was a pleasant intimacy between us on the drive home. My confession had eased her burden of guilt. When we got in I kissed her and took off her dress. I told her how lovely she looked in her bra and panties. “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she said.
“Well, it’s as if I haven’t. Your escapade had gingered me up and made it like I’ve never been there before.”
I think she liked that idea. She was as hot as I was. I gazed at her lecherously. In the bedroom, I took off her bra, feasted my gaze on her tits and kissed, licked and sucked her nipples. Then I undressed and she could see I had a full hard-on. I got her completely nude and into bed. We kissed and I fingered her down there. She was more than ready at that stage but I prolonged it so that she was wanting penetration before she got it. I had to be careful. I could easily have come and I needed to hold back. If I can get over that initial surge of lust I can keep going.
I succeeded. I penetrated her slowly, drawing it out so that the effect for Doris was as if my average-sized prick was bigger than it really was. Her first climax came very soon. I fucked her through it and continued pumping, varying the stroke length and frequency and trying an occasional side thrust which I knew she liked. She was screaming and crying loud enough to wake the neighborhood. Eventually I got her up to one long continuous climax and, just as it was fading, I allowed myself to think of Sydney’s prick inside her. I shot my load in the best come I’d ever had. I remained inside her until my prick shrank down. She gave a little whimper as it dropped out.
“Jeth, that was wonderful,” she said.
“It was for me too.”
We slept well that night.
The consequence of that was that Doris fell pregnant. I realized that it was just what she needed at that stage of her life. All through the pregnancy and afterward I got my Sunday morning blow job.
It was when our daughter was about six months old and beginning to sit up. We were both watching and enjoying her. I noticed Doris had tears flowing down her cheeks. “What’s the matter, Doris?”
“Jeth, I’m so happy. I have a good husband, a family and a nice home. I love you so much. And it’s more than I deserve.”
“I love you and I love our little girl, Doris. And right now I’d love a cup of tea.”
Doris got up to make it and kissed my forehead on her way to the kitchen.
I supposed I’d done something right.
HOTEL GAMES
Gary Philpott
That evening’s exchange of messages had left Amelia much more aroused than usual. As always, she had enjoyed the filthy talk, and she had another picture for her collection. But what really got her pussy fired up was what she had agreed to do. Amelia had met men for no-strings sex many times before, but this was going to be different, an escalation beyond what she had done previously. They were not going to meet in a public place, and she had promised him sex, something she had always carefully avoided doing in the past. It was the little extra push at her own boundaries that was moving her knees apart for the second time that evening.
With a lovely warm feeling sweeping up from below, Amelia shut down her web browser and opened up the folder labeled “Alex”. As one hand went between her legs, the other set the mouse to work on clicking through the eight photos Alex had emailed to her. With the pad of her finger gently circling around the hood of her engorged bud, she stopped at her favorite picture. It was one of him naked in a wood, his hands tied to a branch above his head, and his cock standing proud. Through the fuzziness of his pixelated face there was a suggestion of a blindfold over his eyes.
Not for the first time, Amelia wondered who had been lucky enough to take the photo, and pondered on what events had led to that moment. In her mind, she was now that person, and all sorts of ideas of what she might do to him flashed through her mind.
As the heat in her pussy built, she kept the pace slow. Her eyes focused on Alex’s cock. Thoughts of what could happen when they met on Saturday night filled her head. Her eyes closed. In her mind, that lovely cock was filling her cunt. She kept the rubbing going just the way she liked it. He was on top, thrusting into her, with sweat dripping from his naked body. Suddenly the fantasy switched to a scene where she had him bent over the bed, smacking his muscular rump with the palm of her hand. He was at her mercy, wincing with each stroke and begging her to stop. She hit his red buttocks even harder. It was a mental image that took her over the top to orgasm. As she pressed h
er feet into the carpet, her swivel chair shot backwards and slammed into the radiator under the window. She carried on rubbing, and she carried on groaning, until her body finally went limp.
“Oh, Alex,” she whispered to the photo. “Am I going to fuck you or am I going to fuck you? You are so going to love my cunt.” She pulled her lips open, as if she were presenting it to him. After lifting the webcam off the monitor, she directed it toward her pussy and captured the image on her screen. “Friday, I’ll send you that on Friday. Just so you know exactly where your cock is going.”
It was then that the doorbell rang, snapping Amelia back into the real world. “Oh shit, is that the time?” she exclaimed. She pulled her dressing gown over her lap and put the webcam back in its place.
When she opened her front door, Kate was standing there in her “I want to fuck tonight” dress.
“No, Amelia, please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.”
“It’s OK, Kate, stop panicking. I got a bit sidetracked, that’s all. Just give me ten minutes to get ready.”
After settling Kate down in the sitting room, and planting a glass of red wine in her hand, Amelia went back upstairs to put on one of her pulling outfits. There had been a time shortly after her split from Sean when Amelia looked forward to a Tuesday night out with Kate, and the inevitable shag that rounded the evening off, but things had changed. Somehow, a few drinks, a few dances and a quick fuck had lost its appeal. Equally well, Amelia was not looking for a serious relationship. If it happened, it happened, but she had learned the hard way that looking for one was no way to live your life. She was independent enough to live life without a partner, but too horny to live life without sex. Casual relationships and casual sex had filled the void for a while. But she started to seek something extra. And then in the early hours of one Sunday morning, she found what she was looking for on the web. The men were plentiful and, if she searched hard enough, Amelia always seemed to find something to draw her in, something to play with and, ultimately, something to offer herself to. However, tonight she was going to indulge her best friend and go out on the pull in town. The only question was, would they go their separate ways at the end of the evening, or would they fuck in the same room? That was about as adventurous as Kate got. It just wasn’t enough for Amelia.
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