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Archive name: change2.txt (MF, FF, voy, wife)
Authors name: Esor (dreamblooper@volcanomail.com)
Story title : Change, The - Part 2

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The Change - Part Two (MF, FF, voy, wife) 
by Esor (dreamblooper@volcanomail.com)

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Part one of this story is available at:
/~Kristen/15/change.txt

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Part 2: Susan and her husband return to face her party 
infidelity. But things take a different turn when he 
comes home early to find the house empty.

***

We drove home in silence.

I had waited by the car for what seemed like an 
eternity before Susan walked out, staring at the 
ground in front of her. I'd thought of driving away - 
the hell with her, let her find here own way home. 
But I couldn't. I needed to know what had happened, 
what had changed her this night. And what she was 
feeling now. I wanted to know, but yet I didn't, and 
my head felt like it would explode. How could this 
nightmare have happened?

When we got home Susan sat down on the sofa with her 
head in her hands. I poured myself a very large drink 
and waited for her to speak.

"I'm so very.... very sorry," she said. "I just don't 
know - I can't believe. What have I done?"

"Well basically you've fucked another man, humiliated 
me and broken my heart - and that's just for 
starters. You fucking WHORE!!"

"I just don't...." she stammered.

"Oh for Christ's sake stop saying you don't know! I 
know! I saw it all - remember? I wouldn't be so hurt 
if you had stopped when I found you but goddamit you 
lifted your skirt to show me, you fucking cheap 
slut!" 

"I know," Susan said "I wish I didn't remember but I 
DO! I can't explain it, but...."

"Well you better had fucking explain it! Christ, you 
owe me that!" Susan got up and came over to hug me, 
but I pushed her away. The sound of her swishing 
skirt reminded me of the sound as she let it fall 
over Andrew's naked torso. I felt sick again.

Susan was crying. "I love you - you know that" she 
said "and I never wanted to hurt you - never. I don't 
even like Andrew...."

"Don't tell me, you were drunk, right?" I said.

"No! I wasn't - not at all," Susan said.

"Christ that makes it worse." I said. "You knew what 
you were doing!"

"It wasn't me - I mean it didn't feel like me. 
Suddenly I just started to feel incredibly.... 
well..."

"Horny?" I asked.

"Yes," she said quietly, "I did."

"And I wasn't good enough? It wasn't worth finding me 
instead of Andrew?" "I just don't know - I was 
dancing with him and suddenly I wanted to...." her 
voice trailed. "But another part of me was fighting 
it, like a dream where you can't seem to change 
things even though you want to. Oh Christ I'm so 
sorry. Please, PLEASE can we work through this...."

Now Susan's tears flowed in rivers. And I have to 
confess mine did too. I wanted her back the way 
things were, the way they should be. But I didn't 
know if they ever would be. My head still felt on 
fire.

It was a while before anyone spoke, and it was Susan. 
"Please make love to me.... now," she said.

"You're joking" I said, but the truth is I wanted to 
so badly. I wanted to reclaim what was mine.

"No, I want to - I love you, please. I think it would 
help somehow."

"I don't know how you could even think of it," I 
said, not meaning a word. I was now incredibly 
aroused and I didn't know why. Especially as the 
memory of Susan on top of Andrew was still very fresh 
in my mind.

"I want to show you how much I still love you," 
whispered Susan as she came and sat beside me. 
"Please," she said again. "I love you so much."

She was still crying and looked helpless and lost. I 
wanted her so much myself now I couldn't have stopped 
her if I'd wanted to. We kissed deeply and 
passionately and I quickly slipped my hands up under 
the back of her dress.

She was naked under the dress - no panties. I knew 
she had discarded these at the party and guessed she 
had not bothered to retrieve them in all the upset. I 
thought to speak but she was smothering my mouth with 
kisses, so I simply caressed her silky bottom, the 
pleats of the soft skirt tickling the backs of my 
hands as they moved.

Susan released my throbbing cock, all the while still 
kissing me. Now I lifted her dress high up her back 
and slid her silk petticoat up around her waist. 
Susan lifted the front of her dress and I entered her 
hard. She cried out "Oh my God that's beautiful" - 
something she had never done before in our lovemaking.
Normally she was quiet, just murmuring occasionally.

An awful thought crossed my mind. Was she thinking of 
Andrew instead of me? I said nothing. Susan all but 
pulled he buttons from my shirt, and used the lacy 
edge of her petticoat to tickle my nipples. She 
followed this by drawing the pleats of the big skirt 
across them, making then tingle.

Finally she let the skirt billow to a rest on my 
chest - the same as she'd done with Andrew.

"God I love you," she said her eyes closed in 
ecstasy, "and I adore you fucking me."

She had never said such a thing before. Not to me 
anyway. "You're beautiful," I said, "and I still love 
you." Although the image in my mind was Andrew's cock 
pumping in between her legs in that garden shed.

"Oh God Yes... YES! YES! OH YES darling!" Susan 
screamed, bucking on top of me and now feeling her 
own breasts through the silky dress.

I don't know what made me say it - perhaps I wanted 
even more reassurance - but before I knew it 
whispered, "Did you enjoy being fucked by Andrew?"

Susan said nothing at first, but then jolted to a 
climax shouting, "I just love to be well and truly 
FUCKED!" At the same time I started to come and found 
myself calling out "I love you WHORE!"

The phone ringing interrupted us. We left it at first 
but then Susan slowly rose and answered it.

"Oh," she said. "Yes, I'm OK, but I really don't want 
to talk.... well, I'll see." She held the phone out 
to me "Its, er, it's Andrew for you," she said.

All the original anger returned as I said, "Tell him 
to screw himself - I haven't finished with him yet!"

"He says it's very important," Susan said calmly.

I took the phone. "Look shithead, you fucking cunt." 
I began.

Andrew shouted over me, though, and stopped me in my 
tracks. "I think Susan's been drugged," he yelled. I 
went quiet for a moment. "Did you hear that?" he 
asked.

"Great excuse," I said. "And a nice try but...."

"I'm serious," said Andrew. "I found out there was a 
guy at the party putting stuff in some of the girl's 
drinks - something that gets them horny. You'd better 
get her checked out. I'm really sorry - well about 
everything."

"SORRY!" I yelled. "So were you drugged as well? As 
if I believe it anyway."

"No man," he said, "I was just a shit and I'm sorry 
for that too - but hell she was coming on to me so 
much I figured it wasn't all my fault anyway. But 
look you can shout at me later. Right now I thought 
you should check her out with a doctor. I'm calling 
all the girls that were there just in case. Jesus 
what a mess! Look I've got to go," And with that he 
hung up.

*

The next morning our doctor checked Susan out. We'd 
both slept very heavily but I had had plenty of time 
to think. I was glad I could now find a way to 
understand what had happened and maybe forgive Susan. 
I wanted to forgive her, God knows. But I didn't much 
care for the way she had made love to me so 
vigorously - or some of the things she said. I loved 
it, but it had unsettled me.

Fortunately the doctor found nothing wrong with Susan 
and even more fortunately didn't seem to want the 
cops involved. "Unless your blood test shows 
something, I have nothing to report," he said.

"I should leave that side of things to the guy who 
ran the party, it was his home after all."

For the next few weeks things felt strange between 
us. We were both so aware of each other, and Susan 
was doing everything she could to make me happy and 
confident in her again. Over and over she told me 
that she loved me and that she would never, ever hurt 
me again like that.

I knew she meant it, and in the end I felt sorry for 
her. She couldn't help it after all - not if her 
drink was spiked. Somehow, though, I didn't feel like 
making love. I felt horny sometimes - especially when 
I thought again of that night - and Susan kept trying 
to interest me. But I didn't feel right somehow - not 
yet.

I took to working late, maybe so I could do better, 
but also so I could avoid talking to Susan.

I loved her and wanted to be with her, but I didn't 
like to sit with her in the evenings for some reason. 
She was very patient for a long time, but my endless 
sexual rebuffs started to hurt her, I could tell. But 
I let it go on; maybe I was still punishing her.

Then one night I came home early. I'd decided to try 
and be better - put things really behind us, maybe 
even try to respond to her sexual advances this time. 
Her car wasn't outside. No-one was home, but it was 
only seven-thirty so I figured she'd gone to get a 
pizza or something. Then I heard her car come in the 
driveway. My own car was in the garage, so she may 
not guess I was home yet. I figured I'd hide and 
surprise her, so I got behind the curtains.

As the key turned in the lock I heard her giggling, 
and then another voice. It sounded like her friend 
Linda. OK, so I would jump out on both of them as 
soon as they came in the living room.

"Well you seem more cheerful now," I heard Linda say. 
"I am, thanks. You've changed everything. I've been 
going crazy trying to win my husband back, but he 
just doesn't want to know any more. At least you've 
shown me another way."

"Happy to help," said Linda, "I reckon you're pretty 
special you know."

It went quiet so I peered round the curtains. Somehow 
I knew what I was going to see. Linda and Susan were 
locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Susan was running 
her hands through Linda's blonde hair. Eventually 
they stopped.

"Well, I've gotta run sweetheart," said Linda

"Must you?" I heard Susan say breathlessly.

"Fraid so - supper to cook for Harry and kids to 
shout at. Oh, can I borrow that magazine?"

"Sure," said Susan and came into the living room. 
"It's hereabouts somewhere." Linda followed her in 
and I looked at the two of them. But this time I 
wasn't jealous. I was incredibly aroused.

"Oh here, I see it," said Linda. "It's fallen down 
the back." Linda bent over to pick up the magazine 
from behind the couch. Her little blue skirt tilted 
up showing her white panties.

In a second Susan was behind her and had lifted her 
skirt. She slipped one hand between Linda's legs and 
asked quietly, "Have you really got to run?"

Linda slowly stood up and turned round, as Susan put 
her hand up the front of Linda's skirt and slipped it 
into her panties.

"You're insatiable!" said Linda.

"True," said Susan, who lent forward to kiss her. 
"I'm hungry," she said, and slipped Linda's panties 
down to the floor. Linda stepped out of them and I 
was now so hard I thought I would burst. My mind was 
in turmoil again with a mixture of betrayal and 
excitement.

Pulling Susan back to her, Linda said, "Well, you're 
rather beautiful and I do love your tits so much."

"In a moment," said Susan who slowly sank to her 
knees and put her head under Linda's little skirt. 
Linda closed her eyes and slipped her hands up under 
her own bra.

"Mmmm... you horny little cow," said Linda. "That is 
so lovely ....I want more." 

Linda gasped, and I could see Susan was wiggling her 
little tongue on Linda's clitoris. "Oh my God you 
horny bitch - Oh God YES! That's heaven!"

By now I was ready to come without even touching my 
cock, but I held back. 
The anger was still there, but sheer lust was the 
winner this time.

Susan finished her licking and slowly stood up. She 
kissed Linda again, this time placing her own hands 
over Linda's on Linda's boobs. They parted briefly 
and Linda led Susan over to the couch. Leaving Susan 
standing, Linda slowly sat down. She reached for the 
hem of Susan's flowery pleated summer skirt and toyed 
with it. Then her hands went under the skirt and up 
Susan's legs. This time Susan closed her eyes and let 
out a little gasp. I couldn't see where Linda's hands 
were but it was obvious she was pleasuring Susan.

Slowly Linda slipped her hands back down Susan's 
legs, drawing her panties down. Susan quickly stepped 
out of them as Linda pulled her own skirt up to her 
waist. Then Susan straddled Linda, lifting her skirt 
high and letting it settle all over Linda's breasts 
and tummy. Just as she had done so may weeks ago with 
Andrew, only this time the two girls were gyrating 
their cunts together.

Linda's hand went back under Susan's flowing skirt 
and continued to pleasure her, while with her other 
hand she opened Susan's blouse to reveal her two pert 
breasts with the nipples already erect. Linda sucked 
hard at each nipple in turn while her busy fingers 
worked on beneath Susan's skirt.

"God, I'm coming, I'm coming!!" yelled Susan bucking 
up and down on Linda's lap. 
"Oh Linda I love you, I want you to fuck me every 
day, more than that. I want to be your little lesbian 
slut and fuck your brains out!"

"Mmmmm," cooed Linda. "I think I can do that, just so 
long as you keep being my pretty little wifey. I love 
lifting your soft full skirts way up and licking your 
cunt."

"I never knew other girls would feel so sexy," said 
Susan. "Oh CHRIST! YES!!"

"Well, men are good too. Is your husband a good 
fuck?"

"Oh SHIT!" Susan was in ecstasy. "Sometimes, but not 
for ages now.... Oh this is GORGEOUS!"

"Can I fuck him then?" asked Linda, now bucking 
against her friend as her orgasm approached. I waited 
for Susan's answer, not daring to breathe in my 
hiding place.

"What, you want him to.... OH YES! You want him to 
make love to you?"

"No, I want him to fuck me. I want you to pull my 
panties down and hold my skirt up high while he rams 
his cock into my cunt."

"Oh God, Oh GOD YES! YES! Fuck him for me Linda. I'll 
hold your skirt up like a slut and kiss your nipples 
while he pushes his cock into your lovely slippery 
cunt. Mmmmm, a real good fucking!"

"Maybe while you're watching me fucking your husband, 
you'd like my David to fuck you?"

"Oh Christ I need to be fucked," Susan moaned. "While 
I'm holding your skirt up he can lift mine, and take 
my panties down and finger me till I'm wet"

"YES! YES! cried Linda. "And slip his cock in me and 
fuck my cunt."

At this point they both started kissing again 
passionately. I stayed in my place behind the 
curtains, struggling to take in all that had 
happened. Had I made my own wife into a lesbian 
because I wouldn't respond to her? Or would she still 
love me? Did she really want another man to fuck her 
again, or was she just saying it in the heat of the 
moment?

One thing was for certain, if there had ever been a 
chance of getting life back to normal after Andrew, 
it was gone now. And it was probably my fault this 
time.

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