Away From Home Pt. 06

I don't spend a lot of time navel gazing but, over the years, I have occasionally thought about my past and there are many things that I just can't explain, even to myself. One of them is why, after seven years of happy marriage, and they were very happy, I decided that I needed something more. The closest that I can get to an answer is that I was fast approaching thirty and it seemed like time was flying by and that soon I'd be an old woman. Or maybe it was because being married with two children came with so many responsibilities that I secretly longed for those long gone, carefree, selfish days when the only person that I had to worry about was myself. Or, maybe, it was just that it had been so long since I'd had a new cock, I really don't know.

I also don't know why, lying in bed, I chose to tell Mike about my intentions because, after all, with him working nights, I had ample opportunity to fuck anyone I wanted with very little danger of him ever finding out but I suppose that, essentially, that would have felt like cheating and I didn't want to do that and, besides, sneaking around and trying to keep secrets is such hard work.

I'm not going to claim that I was confused because I certainly wasn't, I knew exactly what I wanted, I wanted to keep the wonderful home life that I had and also have a little fun on the side. Ok, I admit it, I wanted to have my cake and eat it.

I could see the surprise and confusion in Mike's eyes when I first told him what I wanted, no intended, to do and I distinctly remember how sad he sounded when he told me that he didn't want me to do it but he conceded that it was my body and that, if I wanted to fuck other guys, he had no real way of stopping me and I chose to take his words as a whole hearted endorsement of my intentions.

I half expected and was quite prepared for him to act angry and forbid me from doing any such thing and I knew that an angry reaction wouldn't have changed my mind and, instead, would have made me even more determined to go ahead and would probably even have added a little frisson to the experience but I didn't get anger or pleading, what I got was sadness and confusion.

If there's one thing that Mike is, it's a realist ( Yes, I know there's lots of wannabe macho guys out there that would have other insulting descriptions and I wonder why any of them are still reading this ) but Mike is a realist and a loving husband and he asked "So, you want us to fuck other people?"

I was horrified and I replied "Oh, no, I hate the idea of you fucking other women, I love you too much" ( Ok, even at the time I could hear my own hypocrisy and why are you still reading? )

Like I said, Mike's a realist and he knew that I was going to do it so he wanted to lay down some ground rules. He insisted that I couldn't fuck anyone we knew or who lived near to us, they had to be one night stands so that there was no chance of emotional complications and I had to be perfectly honest with him and, of course, I was so excited that I instantly agreed to all those conditions.

Once we'd established that it was going to happen, I went on to say that I'd already decided on the first man that I was going to fuck and I watched as his look of sadness seemed to turn to one of fear. I never wanted to hurt him but I knew that I had and I hated that look on his face as tears formed in my eyes and I swore to him that he was the only man that I'd ever love and that I didn't want to leave him or have any sort of emotional relationship with anyone else, I just wanted to try a few new cocks before I was too old. I also swore that, no matter what I might get up to the night before, I'd always come home to him.

Yes, I know, I can see the little boys pointing their fingers and chanting 'cheater's handbook, cheater's handbook' as if that's a real thing but real life is a little more complicated than their simplistic ideas.

I know that some of the amateur psychologists out there will say that our love life was down the toilet but that just wasn't true. It's true that we didn't make love as often as we used to because, with Mike working nights, we only got to sleep together three nights a week but that only meant that we were more passionate when we did and it's true that our love making had slipped into routines but they were good routines formed by our intimate knowledge of each other's body and each other's likes and dislikes.

It was usually me that instigated sex; typically, we'd be lying in bed and I'd murmur "Suck my tits" and Mike would eagerly take my nearest nipple between his lips, licking, sucking, biting and stretching it whilst teasing, tugging and pinching my other nipple and running the fingers of his free hand though my pubic hair, gently stroking my pubic mound without ever going too near to my lips.

He'd torment me until I was squirming and trying to manoeuvre his fingers to where I really wanted them and I'd get so worked up that I'd have to place my hands on top of his head, pushing him down my body whilst gasping "Get down where you belong" and he'd happily dive down between my thighs, sweeping the wet, slightly rough texture of his tongue along the length of my slit before flicking its tip across my throbbing clitoris.

His tongue would delve deep between my lips curling and scooping up my juices and he'd greedily slurp them down. He'd suck and stretch my clitoris to its limit before letting it slip from his lips and twang back into place and he'd butt the bridge of his nose against my clit, shaking his head from side to side until my back arched and I jerked and shuddered beneath him as I cried out in ecstasy and fireworks exploded in my brain and, while I was still shuddering, he'd dive back up my body and thrust his rigid prick deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast until my cunt became too sensitive and I had to push him away from me.

We'd lie, kissing, stroking and cuddling each other until I was ready to go again then I'd either straddle him and ride him like a cowgirl or I'd take up the doggy position whilst he gripped my hips and hammered into me. We might fuck for minutes or hours but it always ended with us both totally exhausted and satisfied. And, of course, when we went out at the weekend, we'd often end the evening in a back alley with me bent at the waist with my skirt thrown up over my back and my knickers around my knees whilst Mike enthusiastically fucked me. I claimed that I only did it because he wanted it so much but, if I'm honest, I actually enjoyed the danger of it just as much as he did. So, no, I don't think that there was anything wrong with our love life but I will admit that, in my opinion, there's nothing more intriguing than imagining what's in a good looking guy's pants and nothing more exciting than actually finding out.

Anyway, enough waffling and back to my story; I was shaking with nervous excitement and my stomach was performing somersaults when I walked into work on monday morning wearing a conservative blouse and skirt but with a matching set of bra, knickers and suspenders underneath but my excitement turned to bitter disappointment when no builders turned up that day.

When I got home, Mike was waiting up for me to find out how I'd got on but he didn't need to ask because he could see the disappointment on my face and simply said "Never mind, better luck next time" but, despite his words, I could see the little twitching smile on his lips.

It was the same story every day and I was about to give up when, as I told my husband, Rob turned up on friday and crept up behind me.

Rob did sneak up on me and he did wrap his arms around me but, because I hadn't resisted when he'd squeezed my belly, he immediately dropped his hands lower and cupped my pubic mound through my skirt and pants. I twisted around in his arms and kissed him and, when he gently placed his hands on my shoulders, I knew exactly what he wanted and obediently sunk to my knees, taking out his rigid prick and kissing its tip.

It was the first prick, other than my husband's, that I'd seen in over seven years and the first new prick I'd kissed in that time and it was absolutely beautiful. Maybe not quite as big as my husband's but it was hard and hot and its skin felt soft and silky and it was all mine. My stomach was churning so badly as I delicately kissed and licked its head before taking it between my lips and slowly taking more and more of it into my mouth and I couldn't help moaning when it twitched in my mouth and leaked a little drop of salty liquid onto my tongue.

I bobbed my head a few times but, after only a few seconds, he suddenly pulled away and raised me to my feet. I didn't have time to wonder what was wrong before he walked. me backwards until the back of my calves met the bed and I was forced to tumble backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly as if I was on a trampoline. He was immediately on his knees, pushing my legs apart and my skirt up around my waist before diving in at me, clamping his mouth over the crotch of my knickers, sucking hard and actually biting me, well nibbling.

I cried out from a combination of surprise and lust as he dragged my knickers down and off my legs before tossing them aside then he effortlessly picked me up in his strong arms, turned me by ninety degrees and dumped me back on the bed. He dove on top of me in the sixty nine position and tried to drag the entirety of my sopping wet cunt into his mouth as his prick stabbed at my cheeks and chin, searching for my mouth. I took hold of his hot shaft but, no sooner had I taken it between my lips than I was howling and jerking as my orgasm crashed through me.

I was trying to catch my breath and suck his cock at the same time when I heard a noise at the window and looked over to see someone else climbing in. It looked to be a lad of between twenty to thirty who, no doubt, had been attracted by the sound of me screaming and was probably hoping to join in but I didn't get much. of a look at him because I immediately twisted away from under Rob and, grabbing up my knickers, I ran into the bathroom and I assumed that was when I received the bruises that Mike spotted later on.

I sat on the closed lid of the toilet, shaking with embarrassment as I tried to calm down and, through the door, I could hear Rob shouting at the intruder. I sat there till long after it had gone quiet and, when I finally worked up the courage to emerge from my hiding place, I was distressed to find that Rob was waiting for me. He'd tucked his prick away but I was so embarrassed that I could hardly look in his direction. He came to me and wrapped his arms around me and attempted to kiss me but the moment had passed so we just made plans to meet on sunday and went our separate ways.

I honestly did intend to tell Mike everything and I was going to wait till bedtime and rock his world and, once again, I can't really explain why, but, when the time came, I didn't tell Mike everything. I didn't actually lie but a lie by omission is still a lie. I'd lied to Mike when there was no need to, I'd broken one of out rules and I'd been caught out but I still don't think that he deliberately sabotaged my 'date' because he seemed to be genuinely disappointed that it hadn't gone to plan.

Maybe, a week had been enough for him to get his head around it or, maybe, seeing me getting dressed ready for sex every morning got him excited, I never actually asked him.

We rarely went out on a friday because, even if Mike had a nap in the afternoon, after four days working nights, he was usually frustratingly ready for bed by ten o'clock so I was surprised when I came home on friday to find that he'd arranged for our children to spend the night with his mother but I was sure that I knew what was going through his head.

Mike hovered around the bedroom watching my every move as I got ready to go out. He was standing right beside me and his erect prick was at my eye level, pushing out the front of his of his trousers as I slowly stroked my stockings over my thighs and clipped them into place and I thought he was going to have a heart attack when I pretended to debate wearing knickers or not and he actually groaned when I said that I could always slip them into my handbag later on.

I decided to wear my matching black velvet skirt and top; the hem of the skirt was just below knee level and the long sleeved top had quite a daring V neckline. I added a cheap costume pendant that nestled in my cleavage and was bound to draw attention to my breasts then a pair of strappy black stilettos, a spray of perfume and I was ready to go.

The first pub we entered was packed with no chance of a table and, as we wove our way to the bar, I checked out all the guys but, frustratingly, all the good looking ones were attached to a wife or girlfriend and, even though most of them watched me as I passed, they quickly looked away when I returned their look or they feared that their partner might notice.

Of course, there were the usual groups of noisy 'lads' dressed in their best man utd shirts and huddled together, leering and whispering obvious lewd comments to each other and an annoyingly large number of them 'accidentally' bumped into me, no doubt getting a thrill from a brief contact with a real, live, breathing woman and, if I bothered to glance in their direction, it was only to give them my best 'not a chance' look of scorn. We had one drink and moved on but it was the same story wherever we went.

In those days, the pubs where we lived closed at eleven and, when the time bell rang, I was so frustrated that I was more than ready to go home and gift my husband my drooling cunt but he insisted that he wanted one more drink so we paid into a nearby club.

We found a table not far from the dance floor and, while Mike went to the bar, I glanced around the room, checking out the talent and it occurred to me what a turn around this was because, in the past, I'd always just sat back and waited to be chatted up but, of course, that was unlikely to happen with my husband right there.

He returned with our drinks and a plan and suggested that I should go out onto the dance floor on my own and see who asked me to dance but I'd never done that before and didn't like the idea at all because it seemed so desperate so he simply asked if there was anyone that I fancied the look of.

I'd had a good look around and there was one guy standing by the bar that stood out. He was about our age, probably a little shorter than Mike and quite a lot slimmer. He had shoulder length dark hair and he was wearing a white jacket over a black Tshirt, very Miami vice.

I pointed him out to Mike and he said that he was surprised because he'd been expecting me to be looking for someone older and more muscular like Rob but I told him that it was always my fanny that made those decisions. Mike just shrugged his shoulders and said "Ok, go and fuck him".

I just stared at him in amazement and said "I can't just go up to a complete stranger and say 'Hello, my name's Ellen, do you want to fuck me?"

Mike frowned and sounded like one of my old school teachers as he replied "Of course you can, but you don't need to tell him your name."

I sat and stared at him so, adopting a tone that sounded like he was talking to a particularly backward child, he said "Look, all you need to do is take our empty glasses up to the bar and stand next to the guy."

I understood his words but I didn't really understand what he was saying so I asked "And what do I say?"

He sighed and said "You don't need to say anything, he'll speak to you."

So I insisted "What if he doesn't?"

I could hear that Mike was putting on his annoyingly patient voice but I chose to let it go as he replied "Then you buy us fresh drinks".

I reached for the glasses but I couldn't work up the courage to pick them up and then I noticed with a shock that the guy was staring right at us, maybe he'd seen or sensed that we'd been looking at him and I felt a surge of embarrassment as if he could tell what we'd been talking about and I quickly turned my head away.

The debate suddenly became academic as the guy swallowed the last of his pint, placed his empty glass on the bar and headed towards the exit which was directly behind us and I thought to myself 'Oh well, so much for that'.

I was so embarrassed that I bowed my head slightly and looked up through my eyelashes as the guy got closer and I saw that his eyes never left me and I felt my face going red as he actually turned his head to look directly at me as he passed.

I didn't realise that I'd been holding my breath until it escaped with a huge gasp but the guy didn't turn left towards the exit and, instead, he turned right towards the toilets and Mike said "Right" and stood up.

I felt a surge of panic and asked "Right, what?"

Mike replied "Right, I'm going to ask that guy if he wants to fuck you" and, before I could respond, he was gone.

I flew into a panic, my heart thudded in my chest and my throat tightened up so much that I thought I might suffocate. My immediate instinct was to leap to my feet and run for the exit, get out of there and just keep running but my legs felt like jelly and I wasn't sure that they'd support me if I tried to stand so I sat there, frozen to the spot and felt my head start to throb and then, just as fast as it hit me, my panic evaporated and I laughed at myself for being so stupid. Of course, Mike wouldn't walk up to a total stranger and ask him if he wanted to fuck me, he was messing with my head. I could feel myself starting to grin as I realised how easily he'd tricked me. I felt ashamed of myself for being so gullible and I was really going to give it to him when he came back.

And then he came back and the grin fell from my face and my mouth dropped open because he was walking side by side with the stranger and they were laughing and joking. My panic returned as they bypassed my table without a sideways glance and headed to the bar. I watched in horror as they chatted like old friends but I told myself that it would be ok if they parted at the bar and Mike came back on his own but, of course, once they'd been served, they picked up their drinks and headed straight towards me and I felt as though I was going to be sick as Mike placed my drink before me and introduced the stranger as Billy.

He turned out to be really good company but I couldn't relax because I kept wondering what Mike had said to him. He heard my accent and asked where I was from and how I'd ended up here then he shocked me by saying that he lived just two streets away from us and that he'd seen me many times although I couldn't remember ever seeing him before that evening.

Eventually, Billy returned to the bar for more drinks and I hissed at Mike "What did you say to him?"

Mike just laughed and said "I didn't say anything to him, we just started chatting and I asked him if he'd like to join us for a drink, that's all". I let out a sigh of relief and I felt my back and shoulders relax then Mike said "Do you still want to fuck him?"

My emotions had been so here, there and everywhere for the last fifteen minutes that I found myself saying "Yes, no, I don't know, oh, let's just see how it goes."

Our discussion had to end because Billy was on his way back and, no sooner had he laid the drinks on the table, than Mike stood up and said he needed to go to the toilets again and I knew that he was leaving in order to give us a chance to talk in private. Having heard what Mike had said to Billy, I now felt totally comfortable chatting away to him but the conversation never strayed towards anything flirty or controversial.

Mike was gone for so long that I started to wonder if he'd actually left but he reappeared just as the time bell rang with fresh drinks.

We drank up and left together and Mike immediately hailed a cab and jumped into the front passenger seat whilst I got into the back and my shoulders sagged as, once again, I told myself 'that's that' but, at the last moment, as if as an afterthought, Mike called out "Do you want us to drop you off on the way?" and Billy's face split into a huge grin as he hurried to get in beside me.

We sat quite far apart and I knew that I'd be breaking another of our rules but my fanny was doing my thinking so I leant closer and asked him if he'd like to come back to our house for a drink and he replied "That would be nice" so I called out to the driver "Just back to ours".

When we got into the house I sat on the sofa next to Billy but with at least a foot of space between us whilst Mike went into the kitchen to pour drinks. I expected Mike to disappear once he'd handed us our drinks but, instead, he sat down in an armchair opposite us and attempted to start up a conversation.

I felt unbelievably uncomfortable and the atmosphere was so tense that, after a few minutes, I got up without a word and headed upstairs.

I went to our bedroom and stripped naked before getting into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and lying there trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement as I waited for Billy to appear but, after ten long minutes, I was still waiting. I was confused and starting to wonder what was going on when the door slowly opened but it wasn't Billy, it was Mike.

He said "Oh, I didn't know you'd gone to bed, I thought you'd just gone to the bathroom."

I was shaking from head to foot and I couldn't believe how thin and papery my voice sounded as I asked "Where's Billy?"

Mike obviously misunderstood me as he replied "He's downstairs, do you want me to tell him to leave?"

I managed to croak out "No"

Then Mike asked "Do you want me to send him up here?" and I couldn't reply and just nodded my head yes.

Mike left and I was positively shaking now as I waited but, after an eternity, Mike returned so I asked "What did you say to him?"

He replied "I exaggerated and told him that we had an open marriage and that sometimes I'd bring someone home and sometimes you would and that tonight was your turn".

I asked "And what did he say?"

Mike replied "He didn't say anything, he just sat there with a silly grin on his face, I told him that you wanted him to come up and see you and that I had no interest in him, it was only you that wanted his body".

I asked "So? What did he say?"

And, once again, Mike replied "He didn't say anything, just sat there with that silly grin on his face, he's still down there but I don't think he'll ever work up the nerve to come up here so, if you want to fuck him, you'll have to go down there" so, without a word, I slipped out of bed, put on my red satin dressing gown and headed downstairs.

I left the living room door slightly open when I went inside because I was certain that Mike would follow me downstairs to listen in and I found Billy perched on the very edge of the sofa and looking like he was ready to head for the hills. Somehow his nervousness filled me with confidence and I stood in front of him and asked "What did Mike say to you?"

He gave me that silly grin Mike had described, shook his head and almost giggled "I don't know"

I asked "Did he tell you that I want to fuck you, cos I do" and, again, he just giggled and I thought 'Oh god, I've chosen a dud' but I'd come this far so I untied the belt on my dressing gown and shrugged it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor at my feet and I stood before him totally naked.

At least that silly grin was gone and his mouth hung open as his eyes darted from my cunt to my tits, back to my cunt then finally to my face and it was my turn to chuckle at the stunned look on his face but he still sat there, totally motionless. I sat down beside him with my naked thigh pressed against him and I leaned over and gently brushed my lips against his and he didn't even flinch and I asked myself if he might actually be gay and I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of such a situation.

I put my hand behind his head and pulled his lips hard against mine and, this time, his lips moved so I thrust my tongue between them and he sucked it in. His tongue duelled with mine and as it did, he cautiously reached out and his fingertips glanced across my stiff nipple. It was just a fleeting touch but it sent shockwaves through my body as I gasped into his open mouth.

He cupped my breast, capturing my stiff nipple between his fingers and I slipped my free hand down his body to find a thrilling bump in his jeans and it was his turn to groan. I rose to my feet and he tried to pull me back down beside him then gave up and rose with me as I began removing his jacket. I got rid of his jacket and pulled his Tshirt up over his head, tossing it aside as I pushed him back into the sofa. I knelt beside him and ran my tongue across his belly and chest before taking his nipple between my lips, sucking and gently biting it as he groaned in response.

Still licking and teasing his nipples, I worked on his belt and zip, pushing his jeans down far enough to reach into his shorts and find his hot, stiff cock. He stood up and I dragged his jeans and pants to his ankles and he did a little shuffling dance as he struggled and finally kicked himself free of the tangled material.

He stood before me naked, with his rigid prick standing proudly against his belly just inches from my face as I knelt before him and I took a few moments to admire it. It jutted up from a nest of dark hair and was about the same size as my husbands but maybe slightly thinner. It had a noticeable curve and had a fat, glistening purple head and looked heart stoppingly beautiful.

I reached out with my tongue and ran its tip along the length of his shaft from its balls to its head and it tasted intoxicatingly hot and salty as I wrapped my fingers around its twitching length, levering it away from his body so that I could kiss its shiny, smooth head but I was too desperate to have him inside me to do much more.

I laid down on the sofa and pulled him to me and, as he lined up above me, I gripped his hot, hard dick in my fist and guided it to my gaping cunt. Its velvety smooth head touched my slippery wet lips and I gripped his bum with both hands and lurched upwards to engulf him but nothing happened. He bumped against my opening but didn't penetrate me. I was baffled and I reached my hand between us as I raised my head to look and I found that his prick was as soft as a noodle.

I thought for a moment that he'd cum before he'd even entered me but I was wrong, his prick had just shrivelled at the first touch of my cunt. That had never happened to me before and I pushed him away and sat up feeling angry and baffled as he sat there, red faced and mumbling apologies.

I was unbelievably frustrated but I'd come this far so I bowed my head and kissed his limp prick and it leapt up to its former glory so I quickly resumed my position on my back and pulled him to me but, once again, the moment his prick touched my cunt, it shrank to nothing.

I tried everything, kissing it, sucking it, even biting it and it immediately rose to attention then shrank to a slug when it touched my hole. I rubbed it across my face and wrapped my hair around it but nothing worked and I was lying on top of him when the living room door slowly eased open and Mike crept in, placing a packet of condoms on the arm of the sofa closest to my head and whispered "Here, you might need these" before slipping out again.

I felt a sudden shock because, in all the excitement, I'd totally forgot about contraception but, as it stood, or didn't, I didn't actually need it.

I tried several more times to get Billy's pathetic knob inside me and eventually got angry and told him if he couldn't get it up he might as well just fuck off so he hastily and silently got dressed and left.

I went upstairs to Mike, still feeling angry and frustrated and Mike simply whispered "Well? Did you enjoy yourself?"

Mike looked shocked when I replied "No, we didn't do anything".

I saw a frown crease his forehead as he said "Yes you did, I saw you, you were lying on top of him, totally naked, fucking him."

So I replied "No, we didn't fuck, he couldn't get it up".

Mike sat there gaping for several minutes before saying "Oh, I'm sorry, that's my fault for barging in on you."

I replied "No, no, it's not your fault, he couldn't get it up before you came in. I tried everything but he just couldn't get it up."

But Mike insisted "No, I'm sure he couldn't get it up because he knew that I was in the house and me barging in didn't help."

I said "I've never had anyone go soft on me before, he should have been able to fuck me even if the whole town was watching" and Mike still insisted that it was all his fault.

He said "I'm sure he'd be able to get it up next time if I'm not here."

I almost spat with scorn as I replied "There won't be a next time, he had his chance and he blew it, now fuck me," and that's what he did, he fucked me good and hard for a long, long time.

It had happened twice now; I'd been ready and primed to fuck and I'd been let down and I asked myself if I had a jinx on me but the memories of seeing, touching and tasting two new cocks filled my waking hours and kept me awake at night and I had to do something about it. By wednesday evening, it was too much so, as soon as Mike had left for work, I took the children around to his mother's and asked if she could look after them for the night because a small emergency had come up and she was so pleased at having the children that she didn't ask what the emergency was and probably didn't care.

I hurried home changed my clothes and headed into town determined to fuck the first guy I saw and, as I stepped into the first pub, there was Billy standing at the bar with a couple of his mates and I told myself it must be fate so I walked up to him, said "We've got unfinished business" and, within minutes, we were in a cab heading back to my house.

He was all over me the minute we walked through the door and we immediately tore off our clothing and, once again, I spread myself out on the sofa. This time he had no trouble getting it in and I screamed and came before he'd fully plunged into me. He fucked. me at a furious pace and, somehow, we managed to fall off the sofa onto the floor but I just rolled onto my hands and knees so that he could continue fucking me in the doggy position.

I came again and, suddenly, the reality of the situation hit me, he was fucking me with his bare cock inside me and, thankfully he hadn't cum yet so, rising to my feet, I took him by his prick and led him up to my bedroom where I rolled a condom onto his cock and spread myself out on the bed.

My fanny actually squelched and a gasp escaped my lips as he slipped inside me and began moving with slow, steady, deep thrusts. I could feel an orgasm slowly building then, suddenly, he pulled out and I moaned in disappointment at the sudden emptiness but he quickly dove down the bed, licking and slurping at my juicy hole causing me to arch and jerk and cry out as I came. I was still shuddering when he fed his prick back into me and I realised that it had been a ploy to delay his own orgasm.

He repeated the process over and over and I lost track of my climaxes as they seemed to blend into one long rolling orgasm but, finally, his pace quickened and, after several hard, erratic thrusts, he froze deep inside me and I felt the pulses of his spunk filling the condom as an almost inaudible grunt escaped his lips.

I was totally shattered and, almost immediately fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept but I woke to the sensation of his tongue swirling around my clitoris and his lips sucking and stretching my labia. It was a wonderful 'rude awakening' and I quickly rose to a writhing, twisting orgasm and saw his grinning face emerge from beneath the covers glistening with my juices.

We fucked for hours in every position we could think of and, as I saw the glow of the sun rising through the curtains, I realised that Mike would be home soon and reluctantly told Billy that he needed to go and I couldn't help chuckling at how different that was to the way that I'd thrown him out just a few days earlier.

When Mike came home, he was startled to find me stretched out on top of the bed, totally shattered, covered in tiny bites and with three full condoms lying on the carpet beside the bed. I gave him a brief account of what had happened and told him that I wouldn't be fit to go to work that day and that he'd need to go and pick up the kids which he did without a murmur. He brought them home, dressed them and took them to school but, when he returned, instead of going into the spare room to sleep, he climbed into our rumpled bed beside me and, despite my complaints of being too sore, he fucked me again and again and again and, guess what, he didn't go to work either that night.