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(M/F, M/F, Cheating)
Authors name: Paula Wilson
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Story title: A male View on Infidelity
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Authors Note: I never realised that my little tales would attract such
attention, most have been complementary or just neutral but one or two have
positively scorched with indignation. It started me wondering about that
age-old contradiction, that when a woman’s a serial adulator she is a bitch,
cow, slut, but when it’s a man then he’s a bit of a cove or a wag. I think that’s
hypocrisy and I hate hypocrisy so this little tale might just adjust the
balance.
Mr Bradshaw, or call me Tim, was the head of the first library where I
ever worked. He wasn’t ugly, repulsive, or smelly, he just couldn’t help
hitting on any woman who came within range of him. He was also successful and
being married with three kids didn’t seem to bother him much. He hit on me on a
few occasions and was very politely rebuffed. I have never been abusive towards
men, well, not often and Tim just got the polite thank you but no thank you. It
didn’t faze Timmy; he just looked out for another victim and like tube trains
one soon came along.
This is his take on one such conquest, at least my take on his actions.
Ps Its written in two parts in the same story, just follow the links, Marie and Melanie
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Marie was just right, a little lacking in confidence, unsure of herself
and from all accounts just emerging from a messy separation. There wasn’t
anyone else in tow, no partner, kids or even pets. As I said, just perfect for
a little sympathy and seduction.
She’d only just started at the library where I was the head, a transfer
from another library to avoid working with her ex partner and knew no one,
least of all her new boss. I gave it a couple of days before I made my first
approach.
Ms Norris …”
“Please, call me Marie.” She looked up from her work. I could see down
her polo shirt to a very positive
pair of boobs.
“Marie then, I wonder if we could have a little chat.” I made it sound
serious enough to make her eyes flutter. She’d be nervous when she made it to
my office so when I then said it was just for a chat she’d have a long way to
fall and would start to be grateful to me.
She wasn’t ugly, in fact if she’d have made an effort she could have
turned out nice, but I guess the agro of the separation had left her wondering
about things other than her dress sense. Also she’d come from a university site
where dress codes have always been more liberal.
Marie was wearing corded jeans and a short-sleeved polo shirt beneath
which the generous curves of her boobs were prominent. Marie was one of those
narrow waist women who always seem to have big boobs and a big bottom. It’s
mostly an illusion, it’s just that their shape accentuates ever curve.
I let her stew for a few more moments. “You can relax.” I began with a
warm smile. “I just haven’t had chance to have a chat since you arrived, just
thought that we could have five minutes, Wednesday afternoon is usually quiet.”
The worried look slowly dissolved and a brief smile appeared, her body
language went from nervous to just uncomfortable. She was perfect and I began to wonder what her underwear was like. I
had an itch to find out.
“So are you beginning to settle?” I asked.
“It’s a bit different but I’m sure I’ll manage.” Marie continued to
smile weakly.
“Well, any problems just come to me; you’ll find my door is always
open.” She looks pleased at that, something I must find reason’s to nurture.
I’m sure that one of the girls will warn her about me but if I play my cards
right then little Marie will just see it as female jealousy.
So over the next few weeks I find reason’s to give her the more
interesting assignments, one’s that frankly her qualifications and experience
don’t qualify her for. It’s a calculated ploy, at least some of the other staff
will get jealous and then Marie might just come looking for a shoulder to cry
on, mine!
Summer turns Marie into a latter day hippie, that means long, flowing
skirts and bright, frilly blouses, with her long chestnut hair she seems to
waft into rooms, her morale has improved but if I’m to believe the scuttlebutt
around the place her only date has ended in disaster. I take that as good news
as I reckon that no normal woman can go six months without a good fuck. On the
couple of occasions that my wife Melanie has withheld privileges it’s taken me
all of three weeks to prise her legs apart.
It is only opportunity that is lacking and then one day and quite out of
the blue Marie was in my doorway, it was ten to six and I should have finished
almost half an hour ago. I forget that when I realise that the sun is streaming
through one of the huge picture windows and
through Marie’s skirt and into my office. The sight was like in those huge
prints you once could buy, I could see enough to know that she wasn’t wearing a
slip beneath the skirt.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, trying to ignore my erection. I hoped
that what ever she wanted it didn’t need me to move, it would have been that
obvious and until Marie understands me better marching about with an noticeable
erection isn’t a good idea.
“I was just wondering …“She glances back down the corridor, just who she
afraid of seeing her outside my office? “Can we talk, somewhere private?” She
glances down the corridor again.
I think
rapidly, the library is a very public place with very few private places, but
there are the old school rooms at the rear of the buildings, they had once been
ear marked for the library proper but then better minds had decided that a
purpose built library would make more sense. The school rooms had been
relegated to the status of office and storage space and more recently just to
store anything that we might need one
day.
“The school
rooms meet me there in five minutes.” I suggest and she quickly agrees.
Marie leaves
and I just have time to ring Melanie and say I’m working late. She sounds as if
she doesn’t believe me but that’s her problem. We’ve been this route before and
if my wife can’t accept that I need the occasional fling, then that’s something
for her to deal with.
Marie is
waiting for me and I usher her into the only room that’s clean and decent, it’s
where I’d set up a small study area for the librarians, somewhere they could
just retreat to when they wanted to study, now I brought Marie here, only the
studying I had in mind had nothing to do with books.
“What’s the
problem?” I asked. I’d quite deliberately take hold of her arm, just to see how
she reacted. She doesn’t pull away, which I take as a good sign.
“I just needed
to talk to somebody…” She begins.
“I think that
you’re beautiful.” I say.
“Really! … I
mean … thank you …” She is at first flattered and then confused and then maybe
a little wary, so they have been talking about me.
“Just had to
say it … sorry if I’ve embarrassed you.” I appear
to back down, in reality I’m just giving her enough space to realise that I
fancy her. If I crowd her now she’s likely to run screaming from the room. “So,
what’s the problem?” I ask switching back to the business in hand.
“Oh … oh … just
some of the girls are getting bitchy … I can handle it.” She is still confused,
it have been a long time since anyone
has courted her and instantly I know how
I’ll get into her panties, flattery, attention and a little sympathy. It’s a
certainty to work, if I don’t get
anxious and rush her. We part as friends, I had been planning something more
but on reflection, it’ll be better for the waiting.
Over the next
couple of weeks I just ratchet up the attention level, not to obviously, but
when I get the chance I compliment her dress sense, the perfume she is wearing,
not lavishly but I can tell that she’s flattered by the attention, my only fear
is that someone will get there first.
So I decide
that I have to engineer something. First I start by setting aside a small
project that I give to Marie, it’s not an obvious one that the others will come
looking for, but does mean she’ll spend time in the archives. As I hear she
isn’t seeing eye to eye with some of the others it also removes a point of
conflict. I hate having to adjudicate on female disputes and the library
service is overwhelming female.
I now set her
up with the small office, computer etc, enough to keep her out of the way; I
also make sure that I’m sponsoring the research, that means she has to give me
regular updates, an ideal excuse for us being together without drawing the
obvious comments.
Neat?
A week later
we’re alone in her tiny office, it’s late in the afternoon and the library is
now down to the skeleton staff that cover from the late afternoon to its
evening closure, the chances of anyone disturbing us in remote. I let Marie run
through the project which to my surprise is taking shape and will look very
good. A fortuitous bonus as I’ll get some of the credit and another brownie
point on my report.
She finishes
with a flourish and then closes down the presentation. She looks worried,
awaiting my approbation.
“Excellent,
really excellent.” I mean it so my reaction isn’t an act.
Marie’s face
breaks into a huge smile. “Do you think so?”
“I said so, that is a quality piece of work.” I lay
the praise on thickly.
“Then I should
thank you for all the support you have given me.” She begins to simper and I
nearly pull out my dick there and then. “I never expected that you’d give me so
much help.”
Now I’m the one
being flattered, but I have always been able to accept praise. “Have you
anything planned for this evening?” I ask in what I hope is a casual voice.
“No, I thought
I’d stay late and work on the project.” She answers innocently, almost to innocently.
“No boyfriend
waiting for you?”
“No such luck!”
She snorts.
“I’m amazed, a
girl as attractive as you should have a choice of men.”
“Just show me
one.” Marie says with just the right amount of bitterness.
“Me, I think you’re
attractive.”
“You are
married.” She made it sound like a disease or at the very least a mistake.
“I’d still like
to know you better.” There was a long silence as Marie battled for something to
say, the fact that she didn’t reject my suggestion was a good sign.
“I … I don’t
know.” She whispers. We were only a half step apart and so I caught her wrist,
pulling her close was easy and she even lifted her face towards mine so that I
could kiss her. At first her mouth just hung there and I was kissing her
without any response. I didn’t make a grab for her body, Marie still needed to
be coaxed, almost seduced but I was enjoying the experience.
Eventually she
started to kiss me back and I allowed myself the first delicious exploration of
her body. I was hungry for what she had to offer and rolled my hands across her
back and then down to her hips.
Then, suddenly,
Marie took a step backwards. She ran a hand through her hair and then shook
herself. “You are married.” She repeated. “And I’ve seen the family photograph
on your desk.” She made that sound as
if that meant she knew them personally.
I was in danger
of losing her, just at the moment when I thought I had her, Marie had stepped
backwards. “Listen, I’m not hiding anything from you. I am married and everyone
knows that. I just can’t keep watching you and not touch you. I want to
touch you, you don’t know how badly.” I was almost begging and I sounded pretty
good.
Marie giggled
and then pointed towards me. “I can see
how badly.”
“Then you must
know.” I’m not embarrassed by my erection, I have nothing to be ashamed of, its
hardly porn star proportions but it’s big enough for the job.
She looked
towards the door. “Not here, someone might find us …” She hesitates, I know she
has something else to say, the question is what. When she speaks I’m more than
a little surprised. “I share an apartment, it’s only a few minutes walk … we
could go there.” She gives me a coy little smile and I wonder just how long ago
she had this idea. I thought that I was making the running and now maybe I was
beginning to realise that I probably had a partner.
I hadn’t planned
a long session in a bed, a one hour delay was explainable, several weren’t,
then I remembered that Melanie had taken the kids to her parents and would be there
until the weekend. There had been another of our periodic little rows and in a
pique she’d taken the family away for a few days. She saw it as a punishment,
now it was a heaven set opportunity.
Marie couldn’t
have known how perfectly her suggestion fitted and I wondered why I hadn’t
planned this all along.
So faced with
the prospect of getting her butt naked instead of just pulling aside her
panties I became more expansive. “Sounds fantastic, we could take in bar if you
like, on the way?” It was starting to have the feel of a date.
She just smiled
and nodded her agreement.
We stopped at a
bar called Jakes, as it was still early most of the punters were like
ourselves, office types having a quick one on the way home. I noticed the other
couples and wondered if their relationship was purely platonic. We chatted, the
incidental stuff that you do, without of course ever mentioning my family.
I learnt that
she was from out of state, the youngest of five, two brothers and two sisters
and the only one not married. In every other way she was the archetypal student
who’d come to the university, enjoyed the life and found a way to stay.
We finished our
drinks and by an unspoken agreement made our way towards her apartment. I’d
learnt by now that she shared with two other girls whom she’d known from
university. At a corner store I bought a cheep bottle of wine.
We hadn’t
kissed or even touched for a long time so as we reached the apartment block I
pulled her into a shadow and kissed her again and this time Marie kissed me
back, as hungrily as I kissed her. Any thoughts of her being a shy little sheep
had been dissolved.
The other girls
were in the apartment when we arrived, this was something I hadn’t considered, Marie
took my coat and briskly introduced everyone, I was just Tim, and they were
Yvonne and Claire. We exchanged pleasantries until Marie returned, the wine
uncorked and two plastic cups. She scooped up my hand and led me into her
bedroom, closing the door behind us.
“The house rule
is that so long as the door’s shut we won’t be disturbed.”
“You’ve done
this before.” I laughed softly after we’d exchanged a nibbled kiss.
“Of course,
going back to a blokes place can be risky; bringing him back to an apartment
you share is much safer.” She explained in a matter of fact way.
Marie’s room
was bigger than I had expected, the bed was a double, there was a wardrobe, set
of drawers, portable television, pictures on the wall. It looked like a woman’s
room, down to the box of tampax on the dresser.
Marie had seen
me staring. “I wouldn’t be that cruel, that
starts next week.” She offered me a cup of wine. She seemed much more confident
away from the library. She went and sat on the bed. “You have a lousy reputation, I wonder if it’s
deserved.” She began and then patted the space next to her.
I went and sat
besides her. We kissed again and then toppled backwards. It’s quite an
experience to find a woman who wears just as many pieces of clothing as Marie
does. Beneath her blouse and its half dozen buttons I discover a flesh coloured
vest and I find that her flowing skirt is made up of successive layers and that
as my hand finds its way below one layer then another presents itself as a
barrier.
I’m used to
women wearing the bare essentials of clothing, Melanie never wears more than a
skirt or jeans, top, bra and knickers, it all makes undressing easier. I lose
count as I finally get my hand beneath the final layer of the skirt.
Marie breaks
off from kissing me. “It’s worth the struggle, believe me.” She giggles. She
hasn’t even got near my waist band which in itself adds to my frustration. I
like having my dick touched and she’d denying me even that pleasure.
“You are a
tease.” I grumble.
“Oh no, I’m
never that, I’m just not easy.” She laughs. “And I like being undressed, very slowly and completely, believe me
it’ll be worth the wait.”
I start to wonder
if she’s ever had a quickie, I like
quickies, now I feel as if I’m on an endurance test. Marie’s long, chestnut
coloured hair is across her face, I move it aside, catching the smell of apples
which comes from her conditioner. Marie is very
organic and I hope orgasmic!
We kiss again
and finally my hand passes the last test and nestles against her mound.
Immediately she begins to shift, which is a good sign, I rub a finger along the
shape of her cunt; it sinks deep, another good sign. I want to get inside her
pants and just fuck her but I can guess the Marie has other ideas, fucking her
will happen but at her pace.
So I begin to
undress her, first that blouse has to go and I have to ease her out of it, the
teasing minx makes just enough effort to help but no more, then I have the even
harder task of the skin coloured vest. I am rewarded by the sight of her
nipples poking through and the clear sign that beneath the vest Marie isn’t
wearing a brassier to enclose her generous boobs.
The vest comes
off and for a while I forget about what lies between her legs and literally
browse on her dark brown nipples, they are stumpy islands on the white sea of
her breasts. She likes having her nipples sucked and I’m happy to oblige, make
a woman happy and then getting inside her pants is that much easier.
I’m still
dressed and whilst chewing on her nipples I manage to flick off my shoe’s and
try to unbutton my shirt. Abruptly Marie pulls away.
“Why don’t you
get undressed?” She says her voice breathless.
“Why don’t you.”
I reply as stepping back I try to follow her instructions.
“Now I hadn’t
thought about that.” Marie’s voice is a fully octave lower and her face is
flushed. She stands up and is out of her many layered skirt whilst I’m still
struggling with my trousers. “You have to take these off … after all you’ve
wanted to for long enough, haven’t you.” She does a swizzle around and
stretches her butt towards me.
She really
fills her knickers, those over ripe buttocks strain her off white panties and
her mound is very prominent. I could fuck her like that, bent over and legs
splayed. She knows the effect this must have, the timid and shy girl in the
library is really one horny and experienced woman.
I’d held onto
the fantasy that I could really corrupt her, but Marie is way past being
initiated. I stop undressing long enough to roll my hands over her buttocks and
finally between her legs. I’d swear her crotch is already wet and can’t resist
sliding a finger along the concealed valley of her cunt. Marie just circles
some more, pushing back at me.
“Shouldn’t you
be undressed?” She moans softly.
I finish the
task and stark naked walk over to the bed, my cock swinging before me. I’m not
shy and anyway being in a strange woman’s bedroom isn’t the time to get shy.
Marie has moved
on from her bum show and is now just lying on her bed; the main of chestnut
hair is spread theatrically and deliberately across the pillow. She still has
on that pair of off white panties; they are the sort that women wear when they
aren’t expecting sex.
I climb onto
the bed and as we kiss she starts stroking my dick. She has warm hands, soft
against my hardness. I start on her breasts again, feeling how large and heavy
they are, how can she carry them around? Now naked I see that her tits are almost
out of proportion with the rest of her cute frame.
She starts to
wriggle down my body and I know what
she intends. I roll over until I’m on my back and my dick is rearing into the
night sky. I watch as Marie licks her lips and then she just licks the head of
my dick. I just groan, not inhibitions, no subtly but I can’t help myself.
She looks
towards me. “Don’t try and come in my mouth, I can’t stand that.” She is so
serious that I have to believe her absolutely.
“I won’t.” I
confirm and thus assured Marie dips her head once more and begins. So woman
just don’t give head and most that do, do so only to please their partner.
Marie is an artist; she wraps her tongue, lips and teeth about my dick. She
uses her tongue on the length of my stalk, even kisses and sucks on my ball
sac. I’m almost bouncing off the bed and then she straddles me and I stare into
the dark pink gash of hers sex.
Somehow she’d
slipped from those workaday panties; I was so far gone under her mouth that I
didn’t even noticed, now it’s my turn to extend my tongue until the tip just
brushes the lips to her pussy. I breathe in her fragrance, the heady mixes
coming from her arousal. I can see how her secretions are spreading across her
folds. I start to lick and for a moment Marie stops what she is doing to my
dick.
She tastes
good, something not every woman does. Marie takes care of her hygiene and I can
taste the viscous fluids that seem to seep from her without being nauseated. I
find her bud, it’s almost hidden still, but I find the hood and then the bud,
kinda rhymes.
Marie starts
with a grunt and I know that I’m really beginning to hit on her button. Women
like good sex as much as any man, trouble is that most men deal in bringing
themselves off as the main event and the woman’s orgasm can accompany his but
nothing more. I have always, well not always, believed that once you have given
a woman a really good orgasm then getting inside their pants again is easy. It’s
worked with Melanie, she might hate me at times, but she loves the way we fuck.
Right now Marie
had forgotten all about my dick and she’s spread wide across my face. She has
one of those cute pussies with little pubic hair (strange when you think about
her hair), to hide the scene and without great hanging flaps of flesh. I diddle
her pussy some more and she starts to come, not a volcanic event but enough.
She actually comes in my face or rather onto it.
There’s a few
seconds when she just straddles me, waving her tush in my face and letting the
orgasm subside and then she rolls away and I take my cue and slid between her
legs, again, but this time its my cock that noses against her cunt.
“Do I need to
…” You know the protection thing.
“No” She
grunts. “I’m on the pill.”
I just hesitate
as this amounts to unprotected sex and you know, well,
you might catch something, but my dicks already head deep inside her and Marie
literally sucks me the rest of the way. After that it’s a contest, how many
times can I make her come before I can’t hold back any longer? She has one of
those snatches that pure silk, like I can imagine just shooting my load and it
takes an effort to ride through her first orgasm.
Now she just
started to come and then come again, and I don’t really have to do much other
than keep poking her, riding through each orgasm and onto the next.
When I finally
come it’s the final curtain call, Marie hugs me to her and I know that she
comes again as I twitch and grunt as stream after stream of my stuff shoots
inside her.
We don’t
collapse, we just hold each other, to breathless to speak and yet glowing with
satisfaction, that was one hell of a fuck. I know it and does
Marie. I can’t say how long it is before we finally
slide apart, it could be many minutes.
“I need the
bathroom.” Marie breathes. “Why don’t you pour the wine … my throats dry.” She
gives me a knowing wink. I couldn’t agree more, giving head makes you thirsty.
“To be honest I
could do with a beer.” I admit.
Marie is
wrapping herself into a Chinese pattern dressing gown.
“I’ll see
what’s in the fridge … don’t take this wrong, but just how long can you stay?”
I shrug. “To
the end of the wine or for breakfast … whatever suits you the most.”
“Breakfast … I
hadn’t thought that far ahead … what about you’re family?” Marie is standing at
the bedroom door. She looks uncertain, this was a spur of the moment event and
now I was suggesting an overnight stay. I also know what she’s saying about my
family. She doesn’t want to get involved in a family war.
“Melanie took
the kids to her parents for a few days … right now I’m sort of a bachelor.” I
hope she doesn’t ask any more questions.
She almost
does, I can see the question forming on her lips. Instead she asks another
practical question. “Tomorrow, for work … I don’t carry spare clean shirts or
man’s underwear.”
“It’s my day
off. I swapped with Paula.”
“Because
of me?”
She is
suspicious. “No, with the family away I planned a decadent day, up late, café breakfast
and then a bit of male shopping.”
“I’ll be back
in a minute.” Marie says calling a close to our conversation.
Its five
minutes before she returns with two opened bottles of beer. She hands me one,
puts hers on the bedside table and steps out of the wrap, now naked she joins
me on her bed again.
“Right, I’ve
spoken to the girls and cleared it for you to stay … there are rules, no
wandering around the apartment naked, if you use the toilet lift the seat
before you pee … very practical that … the girls rooms are out of bounds … you
buy me breakfast … and if you want … I’ll call in sick tomorrow.” Marie’s deep
brown eyes never flickered as she stared at me.
She was
offering me something. I couldn’t figure what, either she loved cock and wanted
as much as she could get or she was just a little to keen for a relationship.
“I don’t …”
“Neither do I.”
She said interrupting me. “It’s just that if you’d like some company, I’m
available…”
Of course what
Marie was really saying if all you want
is to fuck me then say so. It was clever, very clever. I had to applaud
Marie’s cunning.
“Do I get to
sleep on it?” I ask.
“You don’t get
to sleep!” She grinned. “There’s a rent for overnight stays and it doesn’t
include snoring.” She stroked my leg and my dick twitched. It was that hunger
you have when you’re with a woman for the first time, you really can’t get
enough and Marie was a good shag as well. It all added up to a very horny
feeling.
We drank the
beer, as much to delay and tease each other as to enjoy the beer. All the time
my dick was filling and rising and I guessed that Marie felt pretty much the
same. Finally we slipped beneath the quilt and I was able to close on her
again.
A finger or two
and I were between her legs again. I was right, Marie was as ready as me and I
slid into her deliciously tight and satin smooth pussy. It was going to be a long
and hopefully hard night.
Epilogue
I awoke to find
the bed empty, just the stains of our love making as evidence of what had
passed in the night. Remembering her instructions I dressed before visiting the
toilet. I noticed that the lounge clock said
Based on that I
took the chance and took a swift shower, I was as fast as I could but by the
time I stepped out it was to be greeted by a smiling Marie.
“I thought that
you’d done a runner until I heard the shower.” She went and sat on the toilet
but with the seat cover down. What ever else I am, watching a woman take a pee
wasn’t on my agenda.
“I was a bit …
you know.” I said lamely.
“So was I, only
I had my shower an hour ago … so are you hungry or do I fend for myself.”
“Hungry and
very scruffy looking.” I found myself admitting.
“I took a
liberty, you’ll find some clothes, men’s clothes on my bed, try them on whilst
I take a pee, I’m bursting.”
The clothes
were jeans, a sweatshirt and well worn canvas shoes. They weren’t new but smelt
clean. Also they fitted, the shoes were a half size to big but that was all. I
heard the toilet flush and Marie joined me again in her bedroom.
“They look
okay.” She said after a quizzical look or two.
“Good guess.”
“I’ve had the
better part of twelve hours to guess your size.” She smirked. “I got them from
a charity shop, you owe me ten dollars.”
“And
breakfast.”
“And
breakfast.” She agreed. “There’s a good diner only a block from here … and I
doubt if anyone will know you, before you ask.”
“So you’re off
sick?” I asked after the waitress had served the coffee.
Marie pinched
her nose. “It that Mrs. Wilson, Paula I’m sorry but I’ve been
up all night and I feel dreadful.”
She let go of her nose, wriggled it before she continued. “I don’t think
that she was best pleased.”
“Paula rarely
is, she’s way too serious.” I agreed. “Anyway you
didn’t lie about being up all-night, I just wouldn’t agree about you feeling
dreadful, I thought that you felt pretty good.”
“Yuck!” Marie
pulled a face and then ate some pancake. She was poised to say something but
waited until her mouth was free. “Out of curiosity, how good’s petulant Paula
between the sheets?”
“Petulant? Is
that what she’s called?” I asked, Murdoch curiosity peeked.
“Since before I
arrived, there’s only that Chrissie who will have anything to do with her … you
haven’t answered my question … have you fucked her?”
“She turned me
down.” I reply in a moment of blinding honesty.
Marie grins to
herself and I know that’s something she wanted to hear.
“Just for the
record, anyone else still there that you know …”
“Not
at the moment … why?”
“No reason,
it’s not about comparing notes, just so that I know.”
We are shadow
boxing. There is only one question that needs to be asked and I should be the
one asking it.
“So, if after
today I asked to see you again, what would you say?”
She looks up
from her coffee and fails to keep the smile from off her face.
“No
commitments, just when we can, right?”
“Right!” I smile
back and start planning an interesting few months.
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Authors Note:
This is the other side of the coin. Dear Timmy not fucking Marie but trying to cope
with life with his wife Melanie.
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Melanie’s been
back about an hour before she starts. I’d hoped for longer but the moment I saw
her I knew that she was spoiling for a fight. Melanie’s one of those blondes
who looked great at twenty five, good at thirty and now just past her thirty
fifth birthday is just started to look frayed around the edges, not that you’d
tell her that. Melanie has a temper on a good day and this isn’t one.
The boys have
vanished to a neighbour, either because they sense trouble or simply to play
with their friends, it doesn’t matter, but at least they are out of the way.
“I rang quite a
few times, you were never in.” She begins accusingly.
“You never left
a message; I always check the answer phone.” I reply.
“Where were
you?” Melanie asks, completely ignoring my answer.
Depends, I
moved my shifts, we have staff off, a visit form the Governors, they all time,
either in preparation, greeting or just keeping the place open. You know I can
never predict when I’ll finish.” I fairly pleased as all of that’s true, cause
I did spent two separate nights in Marie’s bed, but that’s a state secret.
Melanie doesn’t
believe me but she has no evidence, however circumstantial and so very
reluctantly she drops the subject and I leave her to collecting the boy’s dirty
clothes for the washing machine.
We’d met over
twelve years ago and it had been lust at first sight. After that we had just
fallen into a relationship which had lead to marriage and finally two kids. The
lust was still there but time had proven that there wasn’t any other chemistry
between us. We’d learnt how to work together, how to co-operate, but nothing
more. There was always the tension between us and it just needed a fuse, and
usually I provided it.
I succeeded
staying out of Melanie’s way for most of the rest of the day, of course we
still slept together and so we were bound to meet up eventually. I put the boys
to bed, after a few days away I was glad to see them and we had spent most of
the evening playing computer games. Now I wished them safe dreams and returned
to the lounge and the atmosphere.
Melanie was
still stewing and looking for an excuse for an argument, usually I tried not to
oblige and tonight was no different.
“Drink, I’m
having a scotch?” I say.
There’s a brief
and if silences can be hostile, a hostile silence. “Vodka and ice, and be
careful with the ice.” She almost snaps.
I make the
drinks and then channel cruise whilst Melanie tidies away the last of her holiday things. I watch her moving
around, she still looks good enough to wear a short skirt and tight top. She
knows that I’m watching and does nothing to cool my interest. We might not
always speak to each other in civil fashion, but we still fuck and after a few
days apart.
Well I know
what will happen. We’ll get just a little drunk, sniping all the time at each
other, then something will be said and the next thing is that we’ll be fucking
each others brains out, then we’ll snipe some more, fuck some more and finally
sleep.
It’s been like
that for years, since before the boys came along, only then we thought that we
were playing an adult game that helped to fuel our passion. Shows how easy it
is to kid yourself.
Melanie
finishes her drink and waves the empty glass in my direction. I give her a
refill and also freshen my scotch. I leave the glasses on the dining room table
and drift upstairs to check that the boys are asleep, they are and so I dim the
night light and return downstairs.
“I don’t
remember this tatty jumper.” Melanie begins before both feet are in the lounge.
“Don’t tell me you bought it … or did you just borrow it?”
She’s found the
old sweat shirt that Marie bought for me. It’s been washed and aired and so
there’s no chance of Melanie getting Marie’s scent from it, but she’s like the
proverbial dog with a bone, she never lets go.
“Actually I
bought it from a charity shop.” I reply.
“Why for fucks sake?” Melanie starts to explode.
This has been building since the minute she arrived home and probably before.
All she needed was a reason and the tatty
jumper ideal.
“I got caught
in a storm, got soaked and didn’t fancy a two hour journey in wet clothes. They
…”
“THEY … you
bought more than this?” She snarls.
“Jeans and an
old pair of trainers … they cost me ten dollars, that’s all.”
She gives me a
stare.
“Why don’t I
believe you?” She says coldly.
“Because you
never do, because you wouldn’t recognise the trust if it was in front of you.”
I finally snap back.
“Well when you
are around the truths a rare commodity.” She snatches up her drink.
We just stand
there, a meter apart and both thinking the same thing, that we need to fuck and
then for a while we’ll almost be friends. I make the first move, closing the
distance and pulling her the rest of the way. Melanie is tense and hard with
her familiar mixture of anger and passion. I pull her down onto the settee,
pushing her face into the cushion and rucking up that short skirt. She’s
wearing a pair of black or dark blue knickers, either way I tug them down and
then spread her legs.
She’s wet like
I knew she would be, with the blonde ring of her pubes framing the dark pink
flesh of her sex. I slip a finger inside her and work it about until Melanie’s
flexing her hips in answer. She hasn’t said anything but that’s not unusual;
about the only time she isn’t talking is when I’m fucking her.
I drop my pants
and steer my erect dick in her direction. She’s that wet that I’m across her
threshold almost before either of us is ready.
She looks
around. “Wear something you idiot!” She snarls, almost showing me her teeth.
Fair point,
neither of us wants the risk of another child. I pull back and then fold on a
condom. I guess that I was still thinking of fucking Marie. This time when I
push between her folds Melanie pushes back to envelop me inside her. I feel her
pussy walls as they cling and grip me. It’s a familiar feeling, in twelve years
we have fucked hundreds of times and tonight will be no different.
Why do I say
fuck, after all Melanie is my wife and shouldn’t I make love to my wife. Well I
expect that most husbands do and probably most men with their partners. Melanie
and I have never made love, not in the mutual affection way, we have always
fucked, screwed or shagged. It has never been for each other, just ourselves,
it so happens that in satisfying our personal needs then we satisfy each other.
This way,
screwing Melanie from behind is my favourite position, in fact it’s my favourite position, and it so happens
that with Melanie’s tight butt it’s also the sexiest way to screw her.
We fuck, with
my hands on her hips so that I can control my thrusts, my balls slap against
her, I can feel them getting wetter and wetter. I know she’ll come, after all
these years I can predict almost to the second when it’ll happen. It isn’t a
big, noisy event, Melanie doesn’t climax like that, and she just comes with little
almost hiccup sounds as the signal. She’ll be silent or almost silent one
minute and then the next …
“Huh
… huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh … huh
…huuuuuh!”
There, that’s
it, her cunt tightens and then floods, my balls almost drown. I shoot my load,
filling the tiny sac in the condom. There’s emotion, satisfaction, but it’s not
shared. I pull away and we just sit there, waiting for the other to make the
first move. Finally I trot off to the down stairs toilet to flush away the
evidence.
When I return
Melanie is still sitting cross legged on the floor, her skirt around her waist
and her dark pussy hair showing that she’s not yet wearing her panties. I scoop
them up and notice that they are new.
Panties are my
fetish, not the steal them or wear them or even sniff them (though I have). I
just notice what a woman wears. I have been with Marie on two occasions; she
wore off white the first time and a little yellow the next.
I know all of
Melanie’s panties and these are new. Black, with a satin feel and what seems to
be a flower stitched into the front panel. Very nice, but then she has good
taste in most things.
“Very nice.” I
say tossing then to her. In one move Melanie on her feet and pulling her pants
back on. She looks a little flustered, unusual as Melanie is a very confident
person.
“Where is my drink?”
She says looking around.
I hand it to
her, the ice has melted and I offer to get her more.
“Thanks … we
need to talk.” She adds.
Mysterious. I
refill my glass, freshen her’s and return to the lounge. Melanie has started
the fir and already the wood has started to burn. The glows almost romantic and
Melanie has taken up position next to the fireplace. She points to a spot
opposite her.
“How long have
we been together?” She asks after I’ve handed her the drink and she’s rattled
around the ice cubes.
“Better part of
twelve years, why?” I sip at my scotch, it’s almost neat and I splutter a
little.
“In all that
time I have only ever slept with you, despite everything and the offers I have
only ever slept with you.”
She’s so
serious that I resist making the joke about the number of times that she hasn’t
slept with them and just gone to bed instead. I don’t say anything as I know
that Melanie has a big speech prepared.
“Now I know
that you’ve fucked around. I don’t know how many times and with who, but I
know. A woman knows when her man’s playing away from home … new tricks, eager
to please … that sort of thing, so don’t start that innocent crap. I held on
until the boys were old enough if not to fend for themselves but at least not
to need me about all the time.” She pauses and takes another pull on her drink.
I have a bad
feeling.
“When I went
home, my folks looked after the kids and I saw a few of my old girl friends. We
decided to have a girl’s night out, like we had in the old days, before you were
on the scene. It got a bit out of control and before I knew what was happening
I was out back ... you do know what out
back means?”
“Either you
needed a pee or you were … were with somebody.” I manage to say, my stomach has
gone cold, like the ice from my drink has formed there.
“Wrong and
right.” She smiles and just stares, she waiting for my reaction and I haven’t
one, my minds a blank. “How’s it feel, after all these years to know that your
wife has been fucked by somebody else, well?”
“Are you leaving?”
I stammer.
“Leaving, hell
no. I’m just saying that from now on, you ain’t the only one who fucks around.”