Away From Home Pt. 08

Yes, I'd cheated on my husband.

Mike had given me permission, all be it reluctantly, to fuck other guys but he'd insisted on a few conditions. The first was that I never fucked anyone that we knew or who lived near us. The next was that, in order to avoid any kind of emotional attachment, I wasn't to fuck anyone twice and, finally, I had to tell Mike everything and not keep any secrets and, now, just a few weeks after I'd agreed to Mike's conditions, I'd broken them all in one evening so, yes, I had cheated on Mike.

Did I feel guilty or remorseful? Not a bit, I felt absolutely exhilerated.

I justified myself by telling myself that I'd arranged for Billy to visit me days earlier and, because I had no way of getting in touch with him, it wasn't my fault that he turned up on my doorstep after Mike had gone to work and I told myself it would be unforgivably rude if I didnt answer the door and offer him a drink before sending him on his way but, if I'm honest, I was in a state of high excitement all day as I waited for Billy's knock.

I also rationalized that, since Mike had fucked me without protection, I might actually be pregnant and telling him that I'd also fucked Billy just a few days later might lead to an awkward conversation even though Billy and I had used condoms. So I told myself that it was best for all concerned if I said nothing.

Even though I'd taken precautions to cover my tracks, I was a bag of nerves when Mike returned home in the morning and, in my mind, I absolutely reeked of sex and so did the entire house but Mike didn't seem to notice anything so I suppose it was all in my mind but, what I didn't want to admit to myself was that keeping my tryst with Billy a secret was so exciting that I felt dizzy.

As usual, our children stayed with Mike's mum on saturday but neither of us mentioned going out that evening. We hadn't discussed the fact that Mike had cum inside me so I had no idea what he was thinking but my head was absolutely buzzing with the possible consequences. We were only just recovering from the effects of Maggie Thatcher's attacks on the working classes and having another child would definitely stretch our finances to and possibly beyond our limit but, at a primal level, I really wanted another child.

We stayed home, had a nice meal, watched some tv, went to bed and made love but we still didn't mention the elephant in the room once.

I was on tenterhooks throughout the week and, when my period arrived, I wasn't sure how I felt. On the one hand, I heaved a sigh of relief but, on the other, I felt bitterly disappointed as if I'd actually lost a child, in fact, I felt so down that I think I actually went into mourning for a while. At some level, I knew that I was being foolish but that didn't make it any better.

I was in a state of depression for the best part of another week before I gave myself a good talking to and decided that there was only one way to cheer myself up so, that saturday, I dolled myself up and led Mike around town in search of Billy. Well, I was searching for Billy but I'm sure Mike caught on when I walked into the first three pubs, looked around the bar and left without buying a drink.

I didn't need to look around the next bar because no sooner had we stepped inside than Billy came rushing over grinning like a cheshire cat. We shared two rounds of drinks before I suggested that the drinks were cheaper back at our house and we were on our way.

As we approached the house, I remembered how it had gone the last time that I'd brought Billy home with me so, this time, I followed Mike into the living room and poured drinks whilst he put on some music and he and Billy started in on another wandering and boring conversation. After two drinks, I decided that I'd played the devoted wife and perfect hostess long enough so I rose to my feet and, looking down at Billy, I asked "Coming?" and Billy immediately rose to his feet, gave Mike an apologetic shrug and hurried after me up the stairs.

If there's a Guinness world record for getting your clothes off, I'm sure that we would have broken it and, within seconds, I was on my back and Billy was on top of me, sliding his wonderful cock into my saturated cunt. My groan as he entered me almost rattled the windows and, for a brief moment, I wondered if Mike was listening outside the bedroom door before all thought was swept away by the incredible sensations flooding my body.

If I think about it rationally, there was nothing remarkable about Billy's prick; it was very similar to Mike's apart from the curve but Billy fucked me with an intensity that Mike hadn't for many, many years. Billy would hold back his own climax again and again, driving me to countless orgasms until I was begging him to cum and then, when he finally came, it would only take half an hour or so before he was ready to go again.

In a lot of ways, Mike was very similar because, like Billy, he was more concerned with my enjoyment than his own but, after so many years together, Mike knew me and my body so well that he could gently tease and caress orgasms from me. I suppose what I'm saying is that Mike made love to me whilst Billy fucked me. Both experiences were wonderful in their own way but fucking Billy was thrilling because it was naughty and wrong especially with Mike in the same house and especially listening outside the bedroom door.

We fell into, what was for me a wonderful routine with Billy fucking me most saturdays and usually once or twice during the week and me no longer trying to hide it from Mike. Mike would fuck me every friday and sunday and, during one memorable week Billy 'visited' me on monday, tuesday, wednesday and thursday so that I was fucked by either one of them for ten consecutive days.

I've often read people saying that having extramarital sex made their marriage stronger and more loving and I find that hard to believe but what I can say is that fucking Billy definitely saved my marriage.

With Mike working night shifts, I was spending four nights a week on my own sat in front of a television with two children asleep upstairs and no adult company. I might as well have been a single mum or locked up in prison and, as I sat there bored to tears, I couldn't help thinking about Mike being surrounded by workmates, laughing and chatting whilst I only had myself to talk to and I was really starting to resent it. I was snappy and argued with Mike over the most trivial of things and I knew that, if things didn't change, I'd end up leaving Mike or attacking him.

I knew, deep down that I was being unfair for thinking that way because I knew that Mike was only working unsocial hours to pay the bills and that he'd much rather be at home with me but I also knew that he'd become good friends with many of his colleagues whilst I was sat at home on my own and my resentment just grew and grew. I was starved of adult conversation and company and I'm sure that, if Billy hadn't come along, I would have eventually lost my mind. That may sound melodramatic but just try being on your own night after night.

Anyway, with Billy there to keep me company and fill the gaps so to speak ( intended pun ) I was so much happier, so much more relaxed and so much more fucked.

I was really content but then, one saturday night, just a few months after first 'meeting' Billy, something bad happened; It was about two o'clock in the morning when I slipped out of bed and tip toed naked into the spare room. From the light on the landing, I could see Mike lying on his side facing me and, from his gentle snores, I could tell that he was fast asleep so I sat on the bed beside him and whispered "Mike, Mike, are you awake?" He didn't respond so I gently shook his shoulder and repeated "Mike, are you awake?"

He made some snorting noises, squinted at me and muttered "Wh, what's wrong?"

My mouth was so dry and tight that I could hardly speak but I managed to croak out "Mike, he came inside me".

Mike was instantly wide awake and he sprang up into a sitting position and demanded "What?"

I was almost in tears as I muttered "Billy came inside me".

Mike stared at me as if I had two heads and yelled "What do you mean? He came inside you" and I was so shocked by the anger in his voice that I actually flinched.

I said "He said he'd pull out but he didn't and he came inside me, oh Mike, I'm so sorry".

Mike glared at me and I actually felt a little afraid as he roared "What do you mean? He came inside you, why wasn't he wearing a condom!"

I mumbled "He said he didn't like them, he said he'd pull out but he didn't, oh Mike, I'm so sorry".

Mike yelled even louder "Of course he doesn't like them, nobody bloody likes them, I don't like them but I wear them because you're not on the pill" and, with that, he turned his back on me and laid back down on the bed. I laid down beside him and put my hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it away so I got off the bed, went around to the other side and got in facing him but he immediately turned his back on me again.

I whispered "Mike, I want you to cum inside me" and he spun around and glared into my face so I repeated "I want you to cum inside me".

His forehead was creased and he stared at me through slitted eyes for what seemed like weeks before finally hissing "What?" and I gave a little sigh of relief because, at least, he wasn't shouting.

I took a deep breath and said "I want you to cum inside me and, that way, if I'm pregnant, I won't know whose it is".

Mike shook his head and his frown deepened even more as he said "Are you fucking crazy?"

I replied "If you cum inside me as well then it could be yours" but Mike just shook his head again.

He said "You're fucking mad, as it is, if you're pregnant, we know exactly whose it is but, if I do that, we'd spend a lifetime comparing eyes and ears and fingernails, you're fucking mad" and, with that, he turned his back on me again.

I lay there for ages staring at the tight muscles in his neck and shoulders before eventually gently laying my hand on his side. I could feel how stiff and tense he was but he didn't push me away so I eased closer to him.

My pubic hair brushed against his buttocks sending a tickly sensation through my body and still he didn't move so I lowered my hand to his belly and scooted closer so that my breasts were squashed against his back and I felt his body shudder but he didn't push me away.

I lay holding him for a long time, feeling his body trembling and listening to his breathing before slowly sliding my hand down to his crotch. I'd never known him to be so small and soft and I could easily cup his entire prick and balls in the palm of my hand. I heard his breath catch and, still, he didn't move.

I felt a slight twitch so I kissed his neck and gave his balls a gentle squeeze and I definitely felt a twitch so I snuggled up closer and curled my fingers around his limp cock and felt another twitch. He gave a gasp and I felt his cock starting to swell and uncurl and a little surge of relief ran through me.

His prick stiffened in my hand so I gently stroked my tubed fingers along its length, feeling it thickening and growing. I could hear his breathing deepening as his foreskin peeled back to expose his smooth, slippery cock head so I ran my fingertip across it, slowly exploring its surface as I heard him suck in a deep breath.

I couldn't help smiling to myself and I felt a surge of victory as his prick sprang to its full glory, pulsing and jerking in my hand and I couldn't help thinking 'Guy's are so easy'.

A bead of precum appeared at his little eye and I smeared it around his bell end before gripping his cock firmly in my hand and using it to roll him onto his back.

He put up no resistance and a deep grunt escaped from his lips as I ducked my head and kissed th tip of his cock, smearing fresh precum across my lips. I took just the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around its rim as he groaned in satisfaction. I cupped his balls quite gently and bobbed. my head just slightly, rubbing my lips back and forth across the sensitive rim while he gasped and panted and squirmed beside me. I slowly ran my tongue the length of his prick from the taut, smooth skin of his taint, along the fat tube that ran up the underside of his shaft to the fat bulb at its tip then I engulfed as much of his prick as I could manage without choking ( I can't understand why any woman would torture herself by allowing a guy to thrust his prick into her throat, after all, I was doing it for my pleasure, not his ).

I couldn't help comparing Mike's dick to the other one that I'd had in my mouth so recently and they were both very similar and very different at the same time, if that makes any sense. They were about the same size and shape apart from the slight bend in Billy's cock and the skin was equally silky smooth and I couldn't discern any significant difference in the taste but Billy's cock head seemed pointed and sharp whilst Mike's was much fatter and rounder but I didn't have much time for further comparison as Mike suddenly wrapped his hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and began gasping as he jerked his hips up against my mouth.

There was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth and he gasped with frustration and desperately tried to pull me back as I sat up, still holding his shaft and gripping it tightly at the base to prevent him from cumming. He was gasping as if he'd run a marathon as he jerked his hips, trying to bring himself off but I merely swung my leg across him, straddling his hips and guiding his prick to my entrance. I sank down hard onto him, releasing his shaft and taking him balls deep into me as he groaned as if his heart was breaking. I couldn't help laughing for sheer joy as I bounced heavily up and down on his twitching shaft and, after just three or four plunges, he gripped my hips tightly, pulled me down hard against himself and sent jet after jet of scalding hot cum deep inside me.

I continued moving lazily back and forth on his prick hearing the sounds of two men's spunk crudely squelching as it poured out around Mike's softening shaft and, once again, I laughed out loud for sheer joy.

Mike's prick slipped out of me so I slid off him and cuddled up to him and draped my upper thigh across him, enjoying the sensation of the combined mess inside me drooling onto his thigh.

Mike lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and panting for breath until he could finally speak and then he gasped "I suppose you're going back to Billy now".

I replied "No, he said he'd pull out but he didn't so he's never going to fuck me again, ever".

Mike didn't respond and we just lay there cuddled up together and, after about another half an hour, we heard our front door softly close as Billy left.

We slept and got up without speaking, taking turns to use the bathroom before getting dressed and going downstairs. Mike knew me well enough to know that I couldn't do anything until I'd had a cup of tea and there was one waiting for me when I joined him in the kitchen. I sipped my tea and there were a couple of minutes of strained silence before Mike asked "Would you like a bacon butty?" and, even though I wasn't really hungry, I accepted.

We sat at the dining room table and barely glanced at each other as we ate in silence and, once we'd finished Mike asked "So? What are we doing today?" and a nightmare of dreadful possibilities crashed through my brain. I was shell shocked and I just sat there in a total panic unable to speak or move so, when I failed to respond, Mike suggested that we should take the kids for a picnic and a wave of relief swept over me as a huge gasp of breath that I hadn't been aware that I'd been holding burst from my lungs as I eagerly agreed.

Mike went to get the kids while I prepared a simple picnic lunch and, within the hour, we were sat on a blanket on the beach watching our children building sand castles. To a casual observer, it must have all seemed perfectly normal but it wasn't at all. There was a tension in the air that you could cut with a knife and, when I commented on what a lovely day it was, Mike just grunted in reply, laid back on the blanket, closed his eyes and pretended to be sunbathing, something that I'd never known him to do before.

All the same, when the children ran up for something to eat, he acted perfectly normal in front of them and my heart sank because I knew that everything that he was doing was for our children's sake and that, beneath his calm exterior, there was a storm brewing.

We returned home and put the children to bed and I was dreading the confrontation when we returned to the living room but there was no confrontation and hardly any words just over polite offers to make cups of tea or sandwiches and over polite one word responses.

We went to bed early and, whilst I slipped into bed naked, Mike went to the bathroom and emerged wearing pyjamas that he only possessed for emergencies like house guests or any possible visit to the hospital which had never yet occurred.

I fought back my tears and snuggled up to Mike's back and, although he didn't push me away, I could feel that his entire body was rigid with tension. I didn't know what to do and, thinking back to the night before, I reached for Mike's prick but, unlike the night before, he gently took hold of my wrist and lifted my hand away and my tears started to silently flow.

I had this idea in my head that, if Mike made love to me, everything would go back to normal and also that, if Mike fucked me again and again, the chances of any baby being his would be greater but, of course, that was nonsense because the odds would always be 50/50 but I don't suppose that, at the time, I was thinking too logically. Anyway, it was irrelevant because, although Mike didn't push me away, it was obvious that we weren't going to be having sex.

A couple of weeks passed and, although we were still over polite and seemed to dodge around each other, we spoke more often and occasionally Mike would pat my bum or give me a gentle squeeze as he passed me but I knew that it was just habit because, each time that he did it, he jumped away as if he'd scalded himself but it made my heart skip a beat and gave me some hope.

Then, one day, I woke up and my period had started and, once again, I felt a surge of relief and sadness and I sat on the side of the bed and cried a little. I tried to be quiet but Mike noticed and he sat down beside my and wrapped his arm around me, softly asking what was wrong. The feel of his arm around me felt so good and so comforting that I buried my head against his chest and the floodgates really opened.

I couldn't control it, my entire body was lurching my throat was tight and my chest ached as I sobbed almost hysterically and no Mike gently stroked my back. He sounded as though he was holding back tears himself as he whispered "Tell me, what's wrong?" but I couldn't bring out the words and just sat there held in his strong arms pressed up against his chest and feeling both safe and scared.

Eventually, I got myself under control and, slipping from his hold, I went to the bathroom to tidy up. I got dressed and went downstairs to start breakfast and, as I went, I told myself to get a grip and stop acting like a silly schoolgirl and, by the time that Mike joined me, I was back under control and determined not to be a pathetic, weak fool.

Of course Mike wanted to know why I'd been so upset and I told him that I hadn't been upset and that they had been tears of relief from knowing that I wasn't pregnant and, for the most part, that was true but that brought on the conversation that I'd been dreading.

Mike simply said "If you're going to keep on fucking other guys, you're going to have to go on the pill".

Even though I was expecting a confrontation I was a little taken aback because, after a couple of weeks of avoiding the subject, I hadn't expected Mike to be so blunt and I automatically replied "No, that's it, you don't have to worry, I'm never doing that again, ever".

I couldn't detect any kind of emotion in Mike's tone as he flatly replied "Well, that's entirely up to you but I'm not wearing condoms any more".

The thing is that, when we decided in the late seventies that two children were enough for now, the pill had quite a mixed reputation. It was a high dosage drug and there were countless horror stories of women suffering strokes and heart attacks after taking it so I was more than a little reluctant to take it.

We tried all kinds of alternatives starting with a dutch cap which was a thick latex disc like a small bathing cap that had to be fitted over the neck of the womb. It was awkward to fit, uncomfortable to wear and totally destroyed any spontaneity and, by the time that I'd managed to fit it, I was puffing and panting and in no mood for sex.

We tried the coil and I've no idea whether it was fitted correctly but Mike complained that he could feel it jabbing against his cock and, after just a few weeks, it actually came out.

We tried pessaries and sprays but they were messy and I had no confidence in them.

Finally we tried the femmidom which was basically an oversized condom that I had to push inside myself. It was fiddly to fit and gave me no confidence and, worst of all, it drastically reduced my sensations so, for several years we'd relied on good, old fashioned, reliable condoms but now Mike was saying that he wouldn't wear them any more.

I asked him what we were going to do and he just replied that was up to me. I spent the following day wondering whether I wanted another child just yet or would it be more sensible to wait a few years. I spent a restless night weighing up all the options and, on tuesday, I made an appointment with my doctor and went on the pill.

I had to wait a frustrating couple of weeks before the pill took effect and it was safe for Mike and I to have sex and, during that time, I was in severe danger of rubbing my clit clean off and, by the time friday night came around, I was almost climbing the walls I was so desperate to fuck.

We went up to bed almost as soon as the children were asleep and we unceremoniously tore off our own clothes and dove onto the bed, actually head butting each other in our desperation to kiss. I was a little stunned and smelt that metallic tang in my nose but it didn't dampen my ardour as I pounced on Mike's dick and engulfed it with my mouth.

I was panting with desire as I bathed his cock head with my saliva and he groaned and thrust his hips up to meet me as I gripped his shaft between my lips and bobbed my head up and down trying to make his rigid prick even harder.

I was getting a little carried away practicing all the little tricks I'd learnt over the years and I was concentrating on my technique so much that I was truly surprised when Mike suddenly pushed me away and lay back gasping and panting.

He hadn't cum and I was shocked that he'd pushed me away and terrified that this was the consequence of what had happened with Billy.

Mike struggled to catch his breath and then panted "I... want... to... cum... inside... you" and my heart soared, a silly grin spread across my face and I quickly mounted him, levering his rigid prick up in line with my dripping hole and plunging down on him, driving the breath from both of us. I slid rapidly back and forth on his prick, grinding my clit against him but, after only a few seconds, he grabbed my hips, jerked erratically up into me and, roared like an animal as he flooded me with jet after jet of hot cum.

I sat up straight, proudly seated on his still twitching cock and I didn't care that I hadn't cum myself. Mike had fucked me and accepted me. I sat there savouring the moment and thinking how much better a naked prick felt as opposed to a rubber clad one and how much more intense the sensation of spunk spurting into me was, somehow life affirming even though, deep down, I knew no I couldn't get pregnant. And, just like that, totally unbidden, the memory of Billy's hot spunk flooding me came back and caused my belly to churn.

Mike's prick was shrivelling and shrinking from me and I started sliding back and forth against it, trying to maintain contact and hoping to reach my own climax as memories of my times with Billy filled my head.

It was no use, Mike's cock was just too limp so I dismounted and snuggled up beside him and felt totally contented.

Actually, it didn't take Mike long to recover and we fucked again and again throughout the night and, yes, it was fucking, not love making, the most energetic fucking we'd done in years, in every position we could think of and, as I fell asleep, totally exhausted and satisfied, I asked myself why I'd ever risked losing this but, deep down inside, although I tried to deny it to myself, I knew the answer; sex was like a drug for me and I craved it with every fibre of my body.

The next evening, as I was getting ready for my usual saturday night out with Mike, my fanny was literally drooling and I couldn't help thinking about Billy's amazing cock and wondering if I'd see him tonight and, each time that I thought that, I mentally kicked myself and told myself that was all over.

Of course we bumped into Billy and, of course, we shared a few drinks, and, of course, I brought him home and, of course, I fucked his brains out. By the time that he left in the morning, our bed was a rumpled mess and the sheets definitely needed changing.

And, just like that, I was back to fucking Billy at least twice a week but something had subtly changed. Now, when we arrived home on saturday evening, instead of heading straight upstairs, we sat and had a drink with Mike before going up to bed.