She smiled over at me and shook her head that it wasn’t. Michelle whispered, “Not all of it, no.”
I groaned internally but I said, “What say we save the rest for tonight? I’m beat!”
My wife giggled and nodded that she agreed, “I am too, stud. What a night I’ve had!”
“That’s for sure,” I said. “That Ed must be quite the guy in bed.”
Michelle scooted closer to me and murmured as her arms encircled my torso, “He is at that. But then so are you, darling!”
Chapter Ten
Aftermath: Accepting What We’d Done
Luckily, we both had light days scheduled at our respective offices that Thursday. Michelle called Dolly, her secretary, at home and told her that she was feeling slightly under the weather and wouldn’t be in at all, and had her reschedule what few appointments she did have.
I did the same as soon as our office opened. In reply to my secretary’s concerned questions, I said, “Just a twenty-four hour virus, I hope, Marge. I expect I’ll be in tomorrow for sure.”
Michelle called Brenda and told her that we were both feeling sort of blah and wouldn’t be going in to work today. She said she’d pick up the kids as usual and handle things at home for us that evening.
I smiled over at my wife and said, “How about some more sleep, after we get the kids off to school, that is. Are you driving them this morning or am I?”
“I’d love it if you did,” she said, yawning.
Making a wry face she added, “I’m uh…a bit sore this morning, if you know what I mean? I’m not used to having two studs ravaging my married body all night long!”
“Well, I’d get used to it, if I were you, judging from how much you seemed to enjoy last night!”
Her playful grin morphed into a serious look as she contemplated what I’d just said, and then turned back into a dubious smile as she replied, “I guess I did at that, now that I’m sure you’re not going to divorce me over it!”
We both laughed at statement and got out of bed, to wake the kids and get their day started. Even though we wouldn’t be going into work today, there were still chores for us to do that morning.
Michelle was fast asleep when I got back home from dropping the kids off at school. I stared down at her and was pleased to see that was still nude beneath the covers.
I took off my own clothes and slid in next to her. She didn’t even wake up fully, and yet she was able to find me in the bed and throw one sleek thigh over mine and drape her arm over my chest as she slept.
She was so beautiful! I just looked at her sleeping form for long moments, before falling soundly asleep next to her. I dozed off peacefully, eager to hear more about last night’s bedroom antics with her new lover when we finally awakened!
****
By the time I did wake up at last, it was nearly noon. I found my wife staring across the pillow at me, her big grey eyes filled with love. Silently, I smiled back at her and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply.
“I don’t deserve you,” she said emotionally, when we finally broke apart. “You weren’t at all angry with me, about what I did last night, when I told you all about it.”
My conscience stabbed at me and I said, “Maybe I was a little bit…I don’t know…hurt? You were pretty wild with this Ed guy; wilder than you’ve ever been with me.”
Before she could respond to that, I went on to say, “But I brought that on myself, by urging you to cheat on me with him in the first place. Besides, isn’t that the whole point of taking a lover; to do things with him that you’d never do with your husband?”
Her face colored slightly again, and she chuckled softly as she admitted, “Well, I surely did that!”
Her comment provided a perfect segue into me asking her to continue her story about last night, so did. Pulling her in closer, I breathed into her ear asking, “What else did you do last night, you little vixen?”
Michelle giggled in my embrace and whispered, “Haven’t I told you enough of the naughty things I did already, you pervert?”
“I want to know all of it,” I murmured back, nuzzling her ear with my lips. “I want to know everything!”
She drew back from me slightly, and with an amused smile on her face, and asked, “Are you sure you want to know…everything?”
I nodded that I did, grinning back at her. She had told me some pretty shameless, unexpectedly raunchy stuff thus far—what with the pussy-to-mouth blowjob and the butt-sex—what could possibly be left?
“Well, he titty-fucked me, for one thing,” she murmured as if in answer to my thought, “and he came all over my neck and face when he did that.”
I wouldn’t have thought I could spring another instant boner; not after all of the sex we’d had already. But I’d have been wrong!
“When…when did he do that?”
She smiled teasingly and said, “In between the butt-fuck and the time he got me to lick out his asshole.”
My hard dick jerked against her belly and she reached down and fisted it, saying, “Oh, my, you are a bad boy after all! Just look at how hard this thing is, all of a sudden!”
Now it was my turn to blush and I’m sure I did. But I didn’t let that stop me: I asked her, “Did you really do that? Put your tongue in his asshole, I mean?”
Her face grew as red as mine and she nodded that she had, saying, “Nothing much was off the table with him last night, I’m afraid, darling.”
Looking away guiltily, she murmured, “I don’t know what came over me, really. It was as if I was suddenly a different woman. Nothing seemed too wild for me to try, as long as he wanted it.”
Her eyes found mine once again and she said, “I kept telling myself that I probably would never have another night like that again; so I was determined to explore all of my darker fantasies with Ed. I could never have done half that stuff with you!”
I was still in shock about just what a bad girl she’d been with this stranger, but I had the presence of mind to ask, “Why not? I’ve always thought of myself as being a very sexual guy.”
She smiled and said, “So have I. But you’re not nasty! Some of Ed’s little kinks are downright raunchy!”
In that instant, I realized that she was right. We had fucked innumerable times over the last ten or so years. We had the two kids to prove it, after all.
And she had blown me more times than I could ever hope to count, swallowing a small ocean of my come during that time. I had eaten her pussy to a climax a zillion times as well.
We’d even practiced anal sex for a while. And sometimes in the early days of our relationship, especially if we had been drunk and watching porn together, our sexual hijinks had gotten pretty wild.
But until last night, I’d never shoved my tongue clear up her ass! Until last night, I hadn’t butt-fucked her while I slapped her clit until I’d made her squirt!
I had suddenly felt free to do those things with her because Ed had done them before me. It was as if I suddenly saw Michelle in a newer, sexier way; as a down-and-dirty girl, not just as the mother of my kids, not just as the polished and put-together professional woman I was married to!
“I see what you mean,” I said at last. “I always think of you as being the mother of my children, my helpmate, before I think of you as a lover. Oh, I value you as sex partner, and I’m crazy about the way you look with your clothes off. I always have been!”
Taking a deep breath, I admitted: “But I guess…I really don’t know how to say it. I respect you too much—if that’s the word I want—to demand that you lick out my asshole, or that you let me…‘titty-fuck’ you and come all over your face!”
She smiled knowingly and said, teasing me unmercifully, “Let alone urge me to lick up your come and swallow it while you watched, after you’ve creamed my face and titties. That was another thing Ed wanted me to do for him last night…so I did!”
A wave of forbidden excitement spread through me as I imagined her doing that for him. I couldn’t se
em to stop myself from asking, “Did you…did you really lick it up and swallow it when he told you to, like some porn starlet?”
Shame-faced, she nodded that she had. My dick lurched against her stomach again.
“That’s not all,” she whispered. “He liked seeing that so much, he wanted me to jack his dick off all over my face and tits again before I left this morning, as I knelt before him, sucking his cock.”
I didn’t want to ask, but I had to! “Did you do that?”
“I did,” she couldn’t bring herself to look at me as she confessed what she had done. “That’s why I was so late getting home last night. I had to take another shower, to wash all of the jizz out of my hair, and then I had to dry my hair before I left his place!”
I don’t know how I kept from orgasming then and there; the mental image of Michelle down on her knees in front of him--sucking his cock enthusiastically and then jacking it off all over her face, hair, and tits when he demanded that she do so--excited me so much. But I somehow did.
She looked at me again and we held that pose for a full minute. Her eyes were begging me for forgiveness and my heart swelled with love for her, despite or possibly because of just how slutty she’d been last night with another guy!
“I just have just one question,” I breathed at last.
Michelle’s animated face said she was ready to hear it. I stammered, “Would you…consider doing some of that stuff for me?”
She gave a joyous, relieved sigh, and said, “Of course I will! Don’t you know by now that I’d do anything for you, you big goof?”
****
The sex we shared after that was blisteringly hot. Oddly, it didn’t feature any kinky new moves on her part, and no jacking me off on her face and tits. She didn’t lick out my asshole or let me titty-fuck her.
I just made love to my wife. And she made sweet, sensual love back to me.
We both came, gloriously, several times. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and stayed that way until we heard Brenda and kids the arriving home from school downstairs late that afternoon.
Laughing, we sprang out of bed and took a quick shower together. We dressed hurriedly and came downstairs hand in hand, more in love than ever.
“Well, I’m glad to see you two up and around,” Brenda commented, staring suspiciously at our lovey-dovey pose. “You sounded like death warmed over on the phone this morning.”
“A little rest can work miracles,” Michelle told her, smiling, slipping her hand out of mine.
“Yeah, I feel great now,” I said, flashing the nanny a goofy smile of utter satisfaction.
Michelle swatted me on the ass as soon as Brenda was no longer looking our way and mouthed the words “Behave yourself!” in my direction, without making any audible sound. I grinned back at her.
We spent the rest of the afternoon just playing with the kids and shooting each other loving looks. For my part, I was even more ecstatically in love with my wife than I’d been before, and I reveled in the knowledge that she felt the same way about me, despite all of the nasty things she’d done with Ed Livingston the night before!
****
Michelle cooked dinner that night, sending Brenda home early. My wife seemed to enjoy being the woman of the house for a change; taking care of her kids, making the dinner, even rinsing off the dishes after we were done eating and putting them in the dishwasher.
After we’d tucked the kids in bed for the evening, we watched a movie on television downstairs, and then went up to bed, again hand in hand. We took off our clothes and neither of us reached for our pajamas.
Naked in bed together once more, I asked, “So, do you want to go on another date with Ed, if he wants to see you again?”
She made a wry face and reached over and ruffled my hair, saying, “Of course he’s going to want to see me again, after last night, you lout! I fucked him silly!”
We shared a laugh over that, and then she said, “If you are all right with it, that is. I won’t spend another second alone with him, if you don’t want me to.”
I thought about that for long moments before I answered. Did I truly want her to spend another night with him?
On the one hand, her time in bed with him had unleashed a whole new wild side of Michelle I’d always suspected was there, but might have remained buried if it hadn’t been for her fiery time with Ed last night. On the other hand, he was a lot kinkier in his sexual tastes than either of us had expected him to be. And who knew what another encounter with a guy like him might bring to the surface?
Was I willing to take that chance? Did I really dare find out just how…unusual my wife’s long-suppressed…desires really were?
I decided that the best way to proceed was to be up front with her about my fears.
“I don’t know,” I admitted at last. “I guess it’s up to you. I’d be okay with it, I guess, if you decide to see him again. But he’s a pretty far out there, as far as his sexual tastes go. Who knows what he’d have you doing on a second date?”
She laughed and said, “I’m a little worried about that myself. He turned out to be a lot more of a perv than I’d ever thought he’d be.”
Michelle looked at me and sighed, “He’s such a sweet guy in public, so attentive, so gentlemanly. Who would have ever guessed he’d turn out to be such a sexual deviant in the bedroom?”
I gazed over at her and said, laughing softly, “You can’t kid me; not after all these years of marriage. You liked it!”
Her face colored for the final time that night as she slid over next to me and nailed me with, “You liked it, too. And I’ve got the sore ass to prove it!”
Chapter Eleven
Ed Again?
We both went to work as usual the next day, just as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened in our lives, albeit with a new spring in each of our steps and self-satisfied smiles on our faces. My partners and my employees were concerned about my health—I rarely ever took a day off, even when I was really sick—so they’d all been worried when I hadn’t come in yesterday.
But my new, sunny attitude quickly won them over. One of my partners, Tim Rice, even said, “You ought to take more time off, if this is the result. I can’t remember seeing you so chipper, so full of life!”
I was feeling pretty good. Michelle and I had really lit up the bed sheets last night with that final bout of love-making, before we’d dozed off, after discussing the advisability another “date” for her with Ed. Again, we’d done nothing exotic, just shared a good, old-fashioned balling which had lasted for nearly a half hour.
Perhaps because I’d come so often during the last two days, I’d had stamina to burn. She seemed to lose all of her soreness as she got turned on, and really fucked me back.
My wife had come three times before it was all over. I had only come once, right at the end, but it was a beauty of an orgasm on my part, made even more intense by the fact that we were both going off simultaneously.
We had slept the sleep of God’s own sinners after the fireworks were over. Both of us were exhausted by the most sex we’d had in years, but neither of us was complaining!
****
Michelle flashed me the high sign with her eyes before we ate dinner that night. After we had shoveled down the simple meal of grilled pork chops, mashed potatoes, and a green salad Brenda had made for us that evening, and had ensconced the kids in front of the television in the rec room, we repaired back into the kitchen to load the dishwasher and make ourselves some cocktails.
“Ed called me on my cell phone today. I told you he would,” she said smugly as we finished tidying up the kitchen together. “He wants to see me again…as soon as possible, and for the whole night full of naughty fun this time, if I can swing it.”
“Greedy bastard, isn’t he?”
She giggled—clearly delighted with herself and the impression she’d made on her new lover--and said, “I told you he was hooked on my charms in bed!”
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“I told him I’d see what I could do and get back to him as soon as possible,” she said nonchalantly, sipping some of the martini I’d just handed her.
“We could send the kids over to my folk’s house for the weekend,” I suggested, surprising myself at my own eagerness for her second night of marital infidelity to occur as soon as possible. “Then we wouldn’t have to try and explain to them why mommy got home Saturday afternoon from a business dinner on Friday night.”
“Maybe we’ll do that,” she said, stepping closer to me, “but not this weekend.”
“Oh, do we have something else planned?”
Smiling, she said softly, “Just lots and lots more reclamation sex with my hot husband.”
I gave her a look which said she could have me anytime, wondering why she didn’t want to get with Ed again. Was she having second thoughts about continuing this little experiment in unfaithfulness?
She read my inquisitive look correctly and replied, “I need time to rest up from Wednesday night; for my soreness to be totally gone before I see him again. Besides, this weekend would be too soon. In situations like this, it’s best to make a guy wait.”
I laughed at her female deviousness and said, “You’re too much sometimes; you know you want to see him again as badly as he wants to see you!”
“Maybe I do,” she answered coyly, “but I don’t want him to know that. I do remember some things from dating, even though it was a long time ago!”
“Women,” I said in mock disgust, “always wanting to bust a guy’s balls, just as a matter of general principle.”
“Always,” she agreed with another little smile, just before soul-kissing me.
****
Her feigned “reluctance” to see him again right away led to their first confrontation two nights later. He called her cell phone from out of the blue at nine o’clock that evening.
The two of us had been sitting in the rec room, watching something on television before we went up to bed. Her cell usually didn’t go off that late, unless one of her clients had a pressing business emergency and needed to talk to her right then.
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