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Favor For Wife Ch. 01

By: TabooTeller



 Writer's Note: This is another different cheating wife story. It is different for me, that is. I hope you like the differences. And just in case anyone wonders, it's First Person because I felt it fit for this story. I've been doing a lot of First Person lately, which will probably include the story after this one, but that's what I'm coming up with these days. 



It's a cliché to say this, but my life changed the day my wife asked me to do a special favor for her best friend. The friend's husband had died suddenly a few months previously. We had known both of them for years. Our friendship had grown so that we were always doing things together; going out to dinner, to sports events, as well as concerts and we had even gone on a couple of vacations together. 

Herb's death had been a shock to us also and we had been in mourning for him, and for what Janet was going through, all this time. It was sad to think we would never see him again. Despite that we had been trying to help Janet as much as possible. We tried to comfort Janet the best we could, which amounted to making sure she knew we were there for her, that we would not abandon her, even if we were hurting too.

It was a Saturday and as I came inside from working out in the yard, Georgina said that we needed to talk. She didn't sound angry so I knew it wasn't because I had done something she didn't like. I thought it strange, but she sounded apprehensive and unsure. I still thought she may want to go to an expensive restaurant, or to see a play at the last minute, both of which she had suggested after using that phrase. This time I was very much surprised and shocked by what she suggested.

"Uh, what do we need to talk about?"

"Janet needs to have some sex."

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open at that statement.

Not being able to think of anything else to say, I said, "Yeah, that could be."

"She told me that her libido had closed down when Herb died."

I nodded, thinking that that made sense. The shock of losing someone you loved for years would probably do that.

"I think it's awakening. She is acting frustrated and she's been staring at handsome guys when we go out."

I nodded again, not sure what to say.

"A good, um, fuck session would do her some good. It would get rid of much of the frustrations that have built up since Herb's death. As well as curing her extreme horniness and relaxing her. All around it would be good for her mental and emotional health."

I nodded, surprised that my wife would put it that way, but I could see what she meant. I was again wondering where she was going with this. I was greatly surprised when I found out even though that wasn't what changed my life and almost ended our marriage.

I said, "Yeah, but so would a good session at the gym, a day spa and a cold shower."

"Exercise would help, as would a relaxing massage, but not even both would help her in the ways she needs help. A cold shower would only temporarily cool her libido if it worked at all. Sex would take care of all of her emotional issues."

I nodded, not sure if I liked where this was going. True she wasn't married any more so she wouldn't be committing adultery, but neither I nor my wife believed in casual sex either.

My wife said, "Finding some man at a bar is out."

I said, "Yeah, one never knows what type of guy she would pick up."

She added, "And she could pick up an STD or AIDS. Plus she wouldn't know for sure if the guy knew what he was doing, or it might be someone into rough sex, or a jerk who just cared for his own pleasure."

I nodded, agreeing with her.

Georgina continued, "An internet dating site would be out for the same reasons. As is starting a sexual relationship with a friend, or coworker for that could start all types of trouble. Would they understand what she wanted? Or would they think she wanted to become their slut, or wanted to start a relationship that would lead to marriage, or any type of other emotional problems. Plus it could ruin a good friendship or working relationship.

I again nodded completely agreeing with her, but I was puzzled. First Georgina said Janet needed sex, then she explained why her having sex was out. I was puzzled until her next statement.

"So that leaves only one option, Cliffard...I offered her your services."

At first I didn't get what she meant. I had been thinking about the look on her face when she said that. She looked apprehensive and something else I couldn't identify. Then it hit me.

"What??!! You think I should have sex with her???"

She stood her ground at my outburst and nodded.

"You're free from STDs and AIDS. You would understand why she needs it and there wouldn't be any emotional complications, and I know from personal experience that you would be good at pleasuring her."

Part of me felt good that I was doing a good job of pleasuring her and that she appreciated it. Most of me was still in shock though. I started pacing not knowing what to say.

I finally managed to get out, "But I would be committing adultery."

"Yes, but this is a special case. It's to help a friend that's hurting. And you wouldn't be doing it behind my back."

I stopped for a moment trying to figure this out. Was this a test? As I thought about it, I heard a strange tone in her voice when she said the last sentence. I didn't know what it meant, if anything. 

I turned to her and said, "I've never cheated on you and I don't want to start."

A flicker of what looked like guilt crossed her face as I said that. At that moment I thought it had something to do with what she was asking me to do.

I turned back to pace again still wondering if this was a test of some type. Maybe she had read that most husbands would take the opportunity to commit adultery, if given the chance, and she wanted to see if I was one of them.

She started up again about it being a special favor to help someone we were close to, who was hurting and that I was the logical choice.

I started to say, "but we were both virgins on our wedding night. If I do this I will have done something you haven't."

I stopped speaking and pacing as I was hit by a thought. I mouthed the words Oh no, for I knew what this was all about. It was one of those times when you just knew the answer to something even though you had just a few facts. I knew why the look of guilt had been there when I said I never cheated, I knew what that strange tone of voice was all about and I knew what was really motivating her to get me to have sex with Janet.

I spun around to face her and said, "Who and when??!" in a demanding tone.

She looked puzzled which I believe was real, because of the suddenness of my question and because I had raised my voice.

She shook her head and started to say that she didn't know what I was asking.

I interrupted her and said using that loud demanding tone I hardly ever used, "This has to do with you doing something I haven't... isn't it."

My thoughts were confirmed when a longer flicker of guilt crossed her face. I believe she figured out that I knew, by the tone in my voice probably. She quickly composed her expression.

"Clifford, now isn't the time to change subjects. That won't distract me from what we are talking about."

I wanted to say we got something more important to talk about, but all that came out was a repeat with something extra, "Who and when... and how many times?"

She looked stricken for a moment but said, "You know who-you and Janet. When is up to you too, but she is ready now and how many times? Um, well, two... maybe up to nine times would do it I think."

She said the last real fast. Later I thought about what she said. She didn't lie to me, she tried to get me off the topic but she hadn't lied. I also thought I had my answer to how many times. I felt almost relieved that it hadn't been long term.

What I said in an angry tone was, "Stop trying to bluff. You know what I'm talking about."

Her face crumbled and she moved sideways over to a chair where she sat. Collapsed would be a better term. I think if that chair hadn't been there she would have dropped straight down to the floor. 

She turned her head to look at me and tears were streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I didn't do it to harm you...or us. Oh, Clifford, Dear, I'm sorry."

"You have established that already. Now tell me what happened and with whom."

I was surprised by how gentle my voice was, especially after the anger that had been there a moment ago.

She must have been surprised too, because she looked at me swallowed and said, "It was with Herb."

She flinched as I bellowed "What?!!"

She quickly said, "I wouldn't have done it with anyone else."

I looked at her with an expression that said, "Is that supposed to make a difference?"

She looked at me swallowed again and said, "It...it started when you and Janet were both out of the country the last part of last year."

I remembered that time. I thought it was an interesting coincidence that we both had business out of the country at the same time for almost the same length of time. We had gone to different countries, so we never saw each other. Not even at the airport when we left and came back, for we left at different times and came back on different days. 

She went on. "We were having problems and you left angry. I was dismayed for we never left each other without making love and telling each other of our love. I was very horny, angry at you and feeling sorry for my-self. I also wondered if our marriage was really in trouble. I didn't want to divorce, but at that moment it seemed we were headed that way.

"I spent some time with Herb, as I've done before when you were gone. I knew something was bothering him too, but I was too upset to be able to ask about it.

"A week and a half into your trip he asked me what was bothering me. It all came out in a rush. I even told him that I was as horny as I had ever been and I would have to wait another two and a half weeks before you came home. 

"He nodded. Then he said almost the exact same thing to me as I had just told him. Janet and he were having problems also, we knew some of it but not all, and he hadn't had sex for a month. He was wondering what would happen when Janet came home. So far her communications to him had been short and without any expression of love. 

"I started feeling sorry for him and as it turned out he was feeling sorry for me. Nothing happened that night, but when I went to bed, I couldn't sleep for a while thinking of him and how and he felt. I masturbated to help me go to sleep and I ended up thinking of you and him.

"The next night we went out to dinner and I told him that I was thinking of him all day. He nodded and told me he had been wondering how he could help me feel better off and on all day.

"After dinner we went to their house, I'm not sure why, just to talk and to feel bad together I think. We ended up in their bedroom and we kissed. I don't know how. We hadn't been that close to each other, but his lips were on mine and I was kissing back. It suddenly hit me. I knew how I could make him feel better, take care of his extreme horniness while at the same time making me feel good.

"After two more long kisses, we started undressing each other. He whispered in my ear that he could make me feel better and take care of my arousal. Once we were naked, he sucked on my breasts and I grabbed his... his um penis. We were still standing and he reached between my legs and I spread them to let his hand in. I chewed on his nipples while he fingered me. Janet had let slip once that he loved his nipples being chewed on. 

"After some time, I don't know, five minutes, eight," she shrugged, "We both knew it was time to go further. I glanced at the bed, but he shook his head. I understood why so I looked around the room. He went over to that upholstered chair they have in their bedroom."

I knew of the chair, it was very comfortable.

"He sat down and I...I...I straddled his lap facing him. As I lowered myself I grabbed his penis and held it up so that it went inside as I sat down."

She said the last in a low voice that I could barely hear, but I still understood it, I wanted to shout What??! even louder than last time but I just stood there. I couldn't believe she had done that. It made it worse, she hadn't just laid there, she had actively put his cock inside of her. I wasn't sure why it hit me so much harder, but it did. The adultery...the cheating was bad very bad, but this. I wanted to scream, to punch the wall, but I just stood there and let her finish.

"We...we finished, but we didn't stop. We did it two more times. The first time even though I had had two climaxes wasn't enough. The second time I laid on the floor and the third time, after a short rest and more fingering and nipple sucking for both of us, I leaned forward on another chair and he took me from behind.

"He suggested I take a shower there and I did. It didn't hit me until I got home what I had done. I felt bad, but I rationalized it by thinking that if both our marriages were ending it wasn't so bad."

I knew I looked puzzled because she had never told me that she had ever felt like our marriage was in danger of ending. Yes, I knew I had been neglecting her during that time. We had gotten into a rut. I was traveling too much and our fights had been more frequent, but I never thought of it as that bad.

"I know my adultery was bad. I should never have done it, not even to comfort Herb."

"You make it sound like you loved him."

"I think I did. Not like I love you," she said that last quickly "but there was a strong friendship that could have been a form of love. I feel the same way toward Janet, even though I would never have sex with her. She does need something to help her. This isn't just because of my guilt."

"But your guilt does play a big part in it. If it wasn't, you never would have suggested I have sex with her."

She sighed and said, "That's true, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to help her."

I tuned her out as I thought more about that time. When I came back from that trip I had noticed she was emotionally standing back from me. I first thought it was that she was still angry, but later I came to the conclusion that she was anxious about me and how I would react to her. I thought she was wondering if I was still upset at her. Now I wondered if she felt like I would know that she had committed adultery, or maybe she thought I didn't love her anymore.

After a moment I said, "Getting back to you and Herb, did you just do it that once?"

I knew the answer already - she had wanted me and Janet to have sex nine times, so that told me they had done it nine times - but I wanted her to say it.

She looked startled perhaps hoping we had gotten past that, but she recovered and said, "No, we did it three more times during that trip. The second time was another triple session and the third was a double session. The next time you two were gone we did two more times. We did it once while you two were home and then two more while you were gone again. The last time was when you were home but both of you were working late. That was when we put a stop to it. That was the second time we did it while you two were still at home. It was getting to be too much. The next time we were alone I went over to their house and talked to him. I told him we should stop. My conscience was bothering me a lot and if we continued doing it while our spouses were in town we would be caught. 

"I expected him to argue, but he just nodded and said that he was feeling the same way. We had done wrong and we were compounding it by doing it more and he agreed that I was right eventually we would be caught. So we stopped. It was a little hard at first when we were alone together but that was the last time."

While she was explaining all of this she couldn't look at my face, but now she looked up and said, "We didn't do anything you and I haven't done even though Janet swallows all the time."

I only nodded, for I took that to mean that she hadn't swollowed his cum. At least there was still one thing she had done with only me. In my mind I went back to thinking about the trips I had taken during that time. It was amazing that Janet and I had been gone almost the same times. That first trip I had left a day before she did and she came back three days earlier. The second trip we left on the same day, but at different times so we didn't see each other at the airport. We came back on different days. The third trip however we happened to arrive back almost at the same time.

I had been feeling that there was something wrong with Georgina. Our intimacy was at a new low and she seemed to be more irritable lately too. I thought it may have something to do with PMS, and/or that on my last trip I had promised there would be no others for a while, but an emergency had come up and my boss decided I was the best one to deal with it. Now I wondered if it had to do with her affair, and the rut our marriage was in. I had decided that this would be my last trip for a long while. And that we needed to get away for a few days. Just before leaving on this trip Herb was not himself either. 

When I saw Janet I knew I had to say something. I caught up with her and while she was waiting for her luggage I motioned her to one side so we could talk semi-privately. I explained what I thought was going on with me and Georgina and that I was seeing the same thing in their relationship. At first I thought she was going to get angry, but she relaxed and nodded saying that I could be right. Herb had been withdrawn lately and he seemed to not be interested in making love to her even the few times they got a chance to do it. Her luggage came around at that point so she said she would think more on what I had said, got her bags and left. 

Later she told me that a few days later she had told Herb that she had been requested for another trip to fix some store but had refused to go this time. She said the surprised look on his face almost broke her heart. It was as if he couldn't believe it. They had a good session that night. A few days later he was more surprised when she said that she could choose to go to a resort to fix a franchise there, and that he could come along. It was a small problem so she thought she could talk to the people there on Friday and they would have most of Saturday, Sunday and Monday to themselves. He jumped at the chance. 

While I was going over these things in my head Georgina had been just standing there. Now when it looked like she had my attention again she spoke.

"Janet really does need some help, I really think you need to make love to her."

"I've already decided to make love to her. I wanted you to explain your reasoning for committing adultery."

She flinched as I said I had decided to make love to another woman, then flinched again when I said she had committed adultery.

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself, then started again and stopped herself again. I guess she decided there was nothing she could say about that. She had done wrong and knew she had. I noticed tear drops sliding down her cheeks as she looked at me with a sort of pleading look. I think she also knew that she had damaged our relationship and wanted my forgiveness. 

Any forgiveness on my part would not be coming for a while. I stood there with barely suppressed rage. How could she do that to us? To go against her morals like that? I wondered if they really were her morals after all. Evidently she hadn't lied to me during the short affair, which was something, but what she had done was worse than lying. 

For a second I wanted to shout and call her every name in the book, especially slut and whore. I'm not in a habit of shouting, nor do I use that type of language, but I wanted to right then. Earlier I had used the word cock just because it seemed to fit the circumstances. But I saw her tears and I knew she knew how badly she had blown it. I wasn't about to put my arms around her and tell her that she was forgiven and that everything was going to be OK. It wasn't OK, but I calmed down enough to keep from saying something I would be sorry for later.


Favor For Wife Ch. 01



That left me with not much to say however. I just didn't know what to say. She stood looking at me with the tears on her cheeks and I just stood there staring at her. 

Knowing I had to say something,_ I said, "You obviously know that you blew it badly, but I'm too worked up to deal with this right now. I'm probably not going to feel like dealing with it later today either. In fact I think I will be sleeping in the guest room for a day or two."

She sobbed when I said the last.

I continued, "Even though it should be you who sleeps there... or at a hotel."

She gasped then sobbed again louder at that. I didn't really mean the last, I was just reacting out of my anger.

I told her I was leaving for a while to calm down, which I did.

When I came back she had the guest room made up and she told me I was right she should be sleeping there. She said it tentatively as if she was still expecting me to kick her out, but I just nodded and went to what was for now my bedroom. I wasn't ready for bed, but I didn't want to do anything else either. I tried reading and going over the internet, but I have no idea what I looked at when I finally turned it off.

The next day I went to work, but that evening I prepared myself to go over to Janet's. She evidently was expecting me sometime in the next day or two. My relationship with my wife was on hold for the moment. I hadn't spoken to her more than just to say thank you or I'm leaving for work. 

That evening after dinner, which had been silent, I said I was going out, but not where. If she noticed that I didn't take the car she may have guessed.

I rang Janet's doorbell and waited for her to answer. I had a pang of sadness thinking that it was just Janet's doorbell. Herb was dead.

When she opened the door she was surprised. She was wearing a midi skirt with a buttoned blouse, one that was tight and where you could see half of her bra. I was thinking that she didn't normally wear that type of top, maybe she really was as horny as my wife thought. I wondered if she was thinking of going hunting. I didn't like thinking she would do that but she wasn't married anymore and she was horny. 

I asked her how she was doing and she said fine and to come in. She looked around with another look of surprise when she didn't see Georgina. We went into the living room and I repeated my question about how she was doing.

She said she was doing better, but frustrated and something I didn't catch.

I asked her if a shoulder rub would help. She immediately answered yes, but at the same time I felt like she was disappointed. Maybe she had been expected me to ask if she wanted something more.

She sat down in a kitchen chair and I went around her and started to knead her shoulders. They did feel tight. I have given her shoulder massages before so there was nothing unusual about this. But this one was going to be different from the others I had given her and to Herb.

I knew why I was there and I assumed that she knew, or had an idea of why I was there, but I had no idea how to begin. I have never done anything like this before but somehow "let's go have sex" didn't sound like the way to do it. 

I thought a massage would break the ice and help me to open the door to the next step. I knew what the next step would be. Herb had told me some of things she liked and what turned her on. Tonight that would probably take very little.

After a minute I asked her to undo the top two buttons on her blouse so I could touch her skin. She did and my hands slipped underneath her collar. She groaned as I kneaded her shoulder muscles. I continued for another minute, going down her back a few inches I was able to reach, down each arm and up her neck. She was continually groaning in relief.

Finally I did something I had never done before. I bent over and licked the back of her neck. Exactly in the middle starting from the top of her spine and going to where her hair started. 

She jumped but settled back down as I continued my massage as if I hadn't done anything. Another few seconds and I did it again. She groaned louder. Finally I did it a third time. She surprised me by jumping up and saying she had to go to the bathroom. She left the kitchen going through the living room. 

I wondered if she was telling me I had gone too far, but after a minute or two she came back into the living room. Still not sure what I was doing I met her as she entered the room. 

As I walked toward her various emotions played across her face. She was unsure, then there was what I think was a touch of fear because she wasn't sure what my intentions were. Desire replaced the fear and that was followed by nervousness.

I stopped right in front of her and stared at her for a moment. I couldn't bring myself to kiss her which I thought was ironic. I was there to have sex with her but I couldn't kiss her mouth.

Instead I bent over and licked her right ear. I nibbled on her earlobe, followed by a long lick from her shoulder to her ear. She sighed and moaned.

She said, "So Georgina wasn't kidding. How...groan...did she convince you...ahhhh."

"Her arguments were very persuasive; she knew just the right thing to say to convince me," I whispered as I continued to licked her ear. 

I thought I was saying that in a light hearted voice, but I later found out I hadn't succeeded in keeping my emotions out of my voice.

I switched to her left ear, nibbling that earlobe. I kissed her neck and bit her gently. She was breathing harder and gasping in a sort of moan. She sounded a lot different than my wife, but I knew I was getting to her. 

As I licked and nibbled away I started undoing her buttons, as I got the last one undone I reached inside her blouse slipping my hands under her bra.

She froze for a moment and said, "Clifford, Please stop-Oh, god, don't stop, but you have to. I don't want to do anything that will, (moan) harm (pant) your relationship with Georgina. OHHHHH Ahhhhh uhh?"

That last sounded like she was trying to fight the good feelings, like she was pleading with me not to make it feel so good.

I whispered in-between licks, "Nothing you and I will do tonight will do anything to harm our relationship. You can relax. I swear nothing that happens will do any harm to us."

I thought the harm had been done already, but I was trying to keep that out of my voice. Again I learned later that I hadn't succeeded.

She relaxed at that point and gave in. I could feel it and almost kissed her, but I still couldn't do that. So I slipped her blouse off and fumbled with the catch of her bra. I finally got it and slipped it off too. I had thrown the blouse on the couch, and I tossed her bra on top of it. I stepped back to look at her naked breasts. My breath caught when I saw them. I hadn't been thinking what my reaction would be when I made love to her, but they were beautiful. I told her that. I caressed them enjoying how they felt, rubbing the nipples with the palms of my hands. Georgina liked that, I assumed Janet would also, even though she didn't groan. 

I bent over and started sucking on the right one. She groaned that time. Very loudly. I gently tweaked the other nipple and she groaned more. I don't know if it was from both the sucking and tweaking or just the sucking, but I decided I didn't care. 

I traded breasts, sucking on the left one. That one I also licked around the aerole and sucked on parts of her breast almost leaving hickeys. 

Suddenly I wanted to touch her between her legs, touch her and to look at that part of her. My arousal suddenly jumped and I wanted very badly to see that part of her body. The intensity of my reaction surprised me for when I thought about having sex with her I hadn't been thinking about my arousal at all. 

But now it was my turn to pant as I felt around for the zipper on her skirt. I gave up and just pulled the skirt up. As I held it with one hand I leaned back and looked down. I gasped as I saw the front panel of her panties. They were ordinary panties, but they turned me on at that moment almost as much as if she hadn't had anything on. 

I let go of the skirt as my mind started functioning better again. I started to move her backwards while licking her neck and rubbing her nipples with the palms of both hands. Finally we made it into the master bedroom, and then after what seemed like way too much time next to her bed. We had almost tripped twice, but she didn't seem to mind, being lost in her enjoyment. 

I gently pushed her backwards and she fell on the bed with her legs over the side. I looked at her laying there topless and willing. Animal desire took over for a second and I flipped her skirt up. I looked at her legs. I had seen them before when she wore bathing suits but this was different. I almost felt like howling.

That wasn't the first time I had felt like that. There had been a few times when I had felt that turned on by Georgina.

I bent over and reached for her panties, As soon as I had their tops with both hands I pulled them down. I heard a slight ripping sound and I hoped Janet didn't mind if I did rip them. 

But a second later I had them down her legs and over her feet. I just glanced at them and tossed them over my shoulder. I looked at what was revealed. Her skirt was still over her head, but somehow that made it even sexier. She spread her legs just a bit, but I knew she was giving me a better look. That turned me on even more. I slipped down to my knees and licked the inside of her left leg, from her ankle all the way to her pussy. I did it twice, then repeated it to the right leg. She gasped the whole time I was licking. 

I usually did that more than twice with my wife but I couldn't do it more this time. I attacked her clit with my mouth. She jerked hard, almost convulsing when I softly bit her clit. Then she moaned as I licked it hard. At one point I ran my fingers over her slit up and down twice and then gently pushed two fingers in. My breathing came harder and faster, but I was enjoying looking at and feeling only the second slit I had ever seen this close. 

She said something I didn't catch and I said, "I'm enjoying the scenery. It's beautiful and feels sexy under my hand."

A minute later put my mouth on her clit again. I chewed it, I licked it, I sucked on it for a long time finally deciding to go to the next step.

I stood, stepped back and almost tore off my clothes. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. 

As I was about to kneel again she said, "wait a minute". 

As I straightened wondering if I was going too fast. She sat up, then stood and said, "I need to get out of my skirt."

It had flipped back down as she sat up and now I watched as she unzipped it and let it drop. 

She looked at my face and, seeing the desire there, she smiled saying, "Boy, you are definitely ready. I'm glad. I need it."

Janet touched my cock, stroking it twice before griping it to feel it. She then let go.

She backed up until she was against the bed, then sat down all in one motion. She dropped backwards spreading her legs as she scooted backwards a bit. 

"I want to touch that some more and I want to taste it, but right now I need it somewhere else."

She was right there on the edge of the bed. Their bed was just the right height so that I could stick it in her while standing. Georgina's and my bed wasn't the right height for that. We tried different things to make it the right height, but nothing worked well enough. 

I moved forward almost mesmerized by her naked body. I looked at her breasts standing proudly and then her legs. They were very nice legs - not as nice as my wife's, a corner of my mind said, but still plenty Niiice.

Then I looked between her legs that were now open for me. I gasped when I saw her slit, her pussy, waiting for me. I kept moving slowly watching my cock, moving closer and closer. Finally it touched her slit. Another push and I would be inside. I knew she was plenty wet and that she was waiting for that push. But I stopped.

It was like I froze. My conscience was shouting. This was a life changing event and I should rethink it. If I pushed it in I would never be able to say I'd only had sex with one woman, my wife, again. I would be doing something I would have sworn I would never do with my wife still alive. I think I almost changed my mind even as excited as I was and as arousing the sight was. But I looked over at the chair. In my mind's eye I could see Herb sitting there. Over the years I had seen him naked so I knew what he looked like without clothes. I definitely knew what my wife looked like naked even from behind so it wasn't that hard to imagine them. I saw her straddle him and reach down between them to hold him just right so he would enter her.

I could feel my lips press together and my eyes narrow. I breathed once through my nose, then I looked back down at where my cock was. I decided to slide it in. I had lost a little of my erection while my mind had wondered to that scene so I grabbed it and rubbed the head up and down the slit, then I thought of something. Women seemed to like it when guys press the head of their cock's against their clitoris. Georgina liked it so I rubbed mine against Janet's clitoris. She jumped so I knew she liked it also. Two seconds later I felt like I was completely hard again so I let go and moved my hips forward. I thought I was in the correct position without any help and I was right. I watched the head slip right in-between her mons. I groaned at the sight.

I went in slowly, almost screaming in pleasure as the head first went in, letting myself feel her around me, just like my wife must have felt Herb entering her.

An aside here but I realized then that I wasn't angry at him- well not much. Most of my anger and hurt was directed at her for doing that.

After what seemed like a very long time I finally was all the way in. I had groaned the whole time as I slid all the way in. I settled in and stood there for a moment.

I saw her look at me like she wasn't sure why I was going so slow.

I said, "I'm just enjoying the feeling. It's...It's somewhat different. I can't explain how. Maybe it's because I know it's a different person than my wife, even though it feels so much the same there is something different too."

A thought came to mind and I added hastily, "It's a good difference...nothing bad."

She smiled and said, "That's good, but I knew what you meant. Now though its time to go on. I need to be FUCKED."

My eyebrows went up at her use of that word and that I could hear the capital letters.

I said, "Your wish is my command."

I slid out almost all the way then pushed all the way back in hard. She moaned in pleasure and that started a fast rhythm. I didn't last as long as I hoped I would but she didn't seem to notice and I made it up on the second time and especially the third time. That last time it seemed like I would never climax. I have done that a few times before so I knew it was strange. She didn't mind as we tried almost every position I knew. I was on top, she was on top, I did it from behind as we were on the bed. That time I used my fingers in her anus, which she enjoyed. 

I also sucked her breasts a lot, she sucked my nipples and my cock. We did 69 three times. Each I time I came it was inside her slit. I couldn't believe how long we went. I know she had at least five climaxes, probably over ten. Three were huge. With the lighter ones she sounded and behaved pretty much like my wife, but when the first hard one hit, it startled me. She screamed and arched her back. For half a second I thought I had hurt her bad, but then realized what it was. Georgina had big ones sometimes but she didn't scream like that. 

Finally I climaxed a third time and rolled off of her. I was panting so I laid there calming down for a moment. I didn't think she would be interested in snuggling up to me so I got up. As soon as I started walking I realized how tried I was so I went over to the chair to relax.

She was up off the bed also, maybe looking for her clothes or a robe but when she saw me in the chair she made a beeline for it. She came right up to me and straddled me, sitting on my lap facing me. 

"Thank you. That helped a lot. It was great. Georgina is a lucky woman. But are you sure this won't harm your relationship with her?"

"Yes, I'm sure. As I said this was her idea but it doesn't... I mean, she is OK with me having sex with you."

Janet looked me in the eyes for a moment, then leaned back a bit, "OK, what is going on with you two?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do, this is the third time you used that tone of voice when speaking of her and us having sex. Now please tell me what is going on between you two."

The last was said in a tone that was half commanding and half tender.

I said the only thing that came to mind, "Uh, You're dripping on the chair. It's going to make a mess."

She said, "Stop trying to change the subject. This chair has been dripped on lots of times. It will be Ok. Now tell me."

I tried one last defense. "It's a private matter."

She looked almost like I had slapped her.

"Private??! Come on now, we have been too good of friends for that. And,"here she looked down between us, "your cum is dripping from my pussy, so don't give me that private matter crap."

I looked down between us and she was right. I looked in time to see a blob of my stuff drip out of her and a second blob start to form at the edge of her slit. If I hadn't climaxed three times already that would be a huge turn on. I wondered if she sat on my lap hoping it would turn me on enough for another round.

I looked back at her face and said, "I'm sorry, it's hard to talk about right now. Let's just say that she did something she shouldn't have done."

"What could she have done that convinced you to have sex with another woman?"

Suddenly the light went on in her eyes as she got it.

She put her hand to her mouth and said, "Not Georgina! She's the last person I would think would do that. I thought I would do it before she would and I wouldn't do it. No wonder you're upset with her."

For some reason I felt like defending her so I said, "Well, she did say the guy was the only one she would ever have cheated with."

"But who would that be?"

Before I could stop myself my face turned to one side with a look of sadness. I really didn't want to tell her. She mumbled something about me not wanting to tell her. I turned back to her when she made a noise, the light had come on in her eyes again. She looked horrified, then angry-very angry. She moved off of me and took two steps backwards quicker than I would have thought possible. And I saw real fast that she had moved from mad to furious.

"That Two Timing Bastard!"



Favor For Wife Ch. 02



I felt like I really needed to say something to explain his part. I didn't want her to hate her late husband especially since it would be my fault, or so I felt.

But first I had to look at her standing there naked. I could see her pubic hair and a bit of her slit, her breasts were thrusting out a delightful way. She was one sexy woman standing there. I tried to see if anything was dripping down her thighs but I couldn't make out anything. Her fury seemed to make her even sexier in a way I couldn't explain. Its a cliché to tell a woman she looks beautiful when angry but it was true in this case. I had never seen a naked woman this angry before and I couldn't believe it. with her standing there in all her glory and fury mixed together. Her anger made her look even sexier then when she was sitting on my lap. If I hadn't already had sex three times I think I would have felt like jumping up, pushing her to the bed and stabbing it in her. I'm glad I was able to control myself even though I had the feeling she may not have minded, just something about her body language.

I finally said, "They both felt frustrated, angry and possibly even abandoned."

"Abandoned??! But I never left him."

"Not physically but what about emotionally? You remember when I met you at the airport while we were both coming home from a trip away?"

"Yes," she said cautiously.

"Remember what I said that we both were spending too much time away from our spouses?"

"Yes, I took that to heart and changed my schedule."

"It looks like I was too late with my suggestion."

She had an incredulous look on her face.

I continued, "Georgina was extremely horny, we hadn't had sex for some days, sad and she was thinking that our relationship may be in a rut that was too deep to dig out of, plus she was very upset at me for fighting with her instead of making love to her before I left on a certain trip. Herb was feeling exactly the same thing, even though I don't know if you two had a fight."

"If it's the trip I'm thinking of. We didn't fight but he was trying to be amorous and I almost bit his head off since I had to leave very quickly on a last minute assignment. We also usually made love before I left, but I was too busy that trip. I didn't notice until later when I thought about it, but he just turned around and left the room and he barely said bye when I left for the airport." 

After a moment she said in a soft voice, "No wonder he felt abandoned and horny. We didn't have sex either for a long while before the trip. I tried to make up for it after I got home, but he didn't seem as anxious. He was, I don't know, stand offish... But that doesn't excuse him for fucking another woman."

That last was said with some heat.

"I know. I feel the same way, but at least it wasn't just for lust or because they were seducing other people."

"Maybe but it doesn't excuse your wife for fucking my husband,"

Oops! I thought that was going too far but I didn't blame her for feeling that way. What I wondered about was why I wasn't angry with Herb. It wasn't until that moment that I realized all my anger and pain was aimed at Georgina. Maybe because I could relate to Herb better since I was a man, or maybe because he was dead. Any other man I probably would feel like taking a swing, or three, at. I didn't know why I didn't feel that way toward Herb. Maybe because I had had sex with his widow. I just couldn't figure it out. 

Janet and I talked a bit more and I went home. Once there I saw that Georgina was waiting up for me. It was later than I usually went to bed. That sex session had been a very long one. She looked anxious even if it was because she didn't know where I had been, or if it was because she did know where I had been. 

I was tempted to say that Janet's problems were taken care of, she is very relaxed now, and not feeling the least aroused, but for some reason I didn't. I just made some small talk and went to bed. She stood in the bedroom door for a minute, then left for the guest room. I think she was hoping that I would invite her back into our room, but I was still thinking of her sitting on Herb's lap with his cock inside her, that she put there. 

The next day she fixed me breakfast and talked like there was nothing wrong. I tried to do the same but I don't think I did it very well. When I came home she asked me if I had told Janet about her and Herb. It didn't sound like a question so I just asked why. She said that Janet was not talking to her. She sounded sad. She didn't say anything though. She may have been thinking that this was just another bad consequence to what she had done.

I told her I had mentioned it, but not because I had wanted to. Janet had gotten some of it out of me while she was sitting on my lap naked and she had guessed the rest of it. 

Georgina made a slight sound when I said the part about Janet sitting on my lap naked but didn't say anything. I had said it that way on purpose to take a swipe back at her. Later I was ashamed about that. Being mean like that wasn't my style, even if part of me thought she deserved it.

Two days later Janet called me at work. It was half an hour before quitting time and I was very surprised when I heard her voice on the phone. I thought it might be Georgina. The night before I had told her that she could sleep with me again. I made it clear that it was only to sleep. I think she started to pout, but then changed her mind probably realizing that would only make things worse since it was her fault I was feeling the way I was. She ended up nodding her agreement. I could see disappointment and pain in her eyes, but I wasn't ready for that step. I thought I would be eventually. I wondered if it was the fact that I had had sex with Janet that was helping me not to want my wife. If I had been extremely horny I may have given in sooner. 

I woke up in the middle of the night with Georgina snuggled up next to my back like she usually slept. Two things came to mind. One was that I was glad I had told her we would be sleeping in separate beds. If I had woken up that first night after she told me, or even the second night, with her like that I probably would have pushed her away. I would have done it gently, not shoving, but she would have noticed. I'm not sure how she would have reacted, but it wouldn't have been pretty. The other thing I noticed is that she was where she was supposed to be. I didn't like using the new cliché Soulmate. People misuse it at times, I think, and sometimes go seeking for something they have already, but in any case she was my soulmate. I still loved her with all my heart. She had hurt me very badly, but I still loved her. 

Forgiveness is a wonderful thing. It is more for the person needing to forgive, I've been told. It cleanses them and helps them to get on with their life, but I think in this case it would heal both of us. I wasn't completely there, but I knew I would be. 

Over the phone Janet asked, "Clifford, can you get off work early?"

I said, "I could but why? 

She explained that the other night had worn off, probably because of what we had discussed, and she was feeling very anxious. She needed another dose.

I was hoping no one else was listening in. I didn't want her to say anything about us having sex but the way she was talking made it sound like she wanted some drugs.

I quickly said, "I could give you a massage again."

"Yes, that's what I need. But this time no preliminaries. You need to be rough and ready."

I said, "Um, yes, I will be. As soon as I get off work."

"Can you leave now? I will probably be busy with something else tonight."

"I guess so. I just need to call Georgina and tell her I'll be late."

"You don't need to tell that bitch. I don't know how many times she did it but it was probably more than once."

"Hey, that's my wife you're calling names," slipped out before I could think of anything else to say.

"I'm sorry, I'm still mad at her. You're still coming?" There was a slight pleading in the last sentence.

"Yes, I understand why you would be angry. I'm still angry too, but she is still my wife and probably will stay that way. And she has been a good friend to you."

"Up until now... but you're right. I'm sorry I just need to be mad at someone."

"Ok, see you in about half an hour."

"Good. I'll be ready."

No matter what Janet was feeling toward Georgina I still didn't want her to worry. If this was going to be like the other night this "massage" could take hours, so I called her leaving a message saying an emergency came up at Janet's and I didn't know when I would be home. She would probably be able to figure out what type of emergency, but I would let her imagine what was going on. 

I wondered what she was going to do to get ready, and I found out when I got there. 

I rang the bell and her voice said, "If that's you, Clifford, come in."

I walked in and as I shut the door I saw what she meant when she said she was going to get ready,

She walked into the living room wearing a tan, almost flesh colored, sheer top and panties of the same color. Because of their color I didn't realize there was an almost transparent strip that went between her legs. As she turned around to show off her outfit, I sucked in a breath when I saw the panties were thongs. 

For a few seconds I just stood there staring. I had seen her legs before but I had seen her butt for the first time the other night. And I hadn't seen it like this. The top was draped over the top part of her butt, keeping it hidden, even though three fourths was still visible. And somehow seeing the throng inside her crack made it even more appealing. Knowing that she was showing it off to me on purpose, because she wanted me, made it all more exciting.

She twisted her body backwards to watch my face and then said, "I'll go get you something to drink."

I mumbled something that may have been I don't need something. but she walked out of the room anyway. I stared at her butt as she walked away. I had seen my wife in outfits very similar to that; in fact, Georgina must have mentioned that was my favorite color, but for some reason this was electrifying. Part of that may have been that this was so unexpected. It never came to my mind that she would be dressed like this, I figured she would be in an outfit like the other night. Part of it may also have been that this was another woman, as in different from my wife, who wanted me. That idea was a turn on to my ego and to my libido. 

She came back about a minute later and walked up to me holding a glass. Her top was a wonder to look at also. Her breasts were a little bigger than Georgina's and they were being shown off. They were almost completely covered. Just the very tops and when she moved right the very bottoms were revealed, but this material somehow outlined them perfectly. It was almost like she wasn't wearing anything, but the covering made them even sexier than being naked.

I took a drink because I needed one, but almost spat it back out. She had give me straight whisky. The four of us did some drinking now and then, but very few times was it the hard stuff. 

She then said, "Let me get you a coaster."

I thought that might be because I was standing by an end table she thought I might use to put the drink on. But as she bent over to pick one from under another end table I realized why she had decided to get one. She didn't need to do that; she had me hooked when she turned around, but I was glad she did. Watching that top slide up to reveal all of her butt crack made me want to run to her, drop to the floor and start licking that wonderful looking part of her. I'm not sure but I think my tongue was hanging out while she was bent over. 

She stood and walked the coaster over and set it down on the end table, then told me to drink some more. I did still wondering she wanted me to drink straight whisky. She didn't need to get me drunk and it didn't make sense if she wanted me to pass out before we did anything. She had called me after all. Maybe the brooze went along with her wanting rough sex. 

She walked back to the kitchen to get her a glass. While she was gone I thought about what to do next. I wasn't sure how to do it rough. In my mind I went through scenes I had seen on TV. Finally I moved toward her as she came back into the living room.

Once I was face to face with her, I put my drink down, on a coaster and grabbed her chin with one hand. I squeezed a little then kissed her hard. After a second I forced my tongue into her mouth. We dueled tongues for a moment, then I stopped and took her glass. After I took a drink I set it down on another coaster. I had let go of her chin as I kissed her, so I grabbed it again squeezing even harder. I kissed her hard again. After a few seconds I let go of her chin and reached around her with both hands. Once I found her butt I gripped a cheek in each hand and squeezed. After two seconds I pulled her against me, humping her body against mine.

I was still kissing her hard through out this and she groaned into my mouth. I chewed on her upper lip, biting it as hard as I dared, then repeating it on the lower lip. After two more kisses and one more hump against me I decided it was time for the next step. After a little thought I turned her around until she faced the way into the bedroom. I stepped back and slapped one butt cheek. She got the idea and started walking toward the master bedroom. 

I let her go for three steps before following her. I had tried to figure out a way to watch her walk away again, because I wanted to see her butt with that thong on again. I couldn't think of a way, but decided that this would be a good opportunity to watch her walk again. I watched that sexy bottom of hers all the way into the bedroom. I was glad they had a long hallway. 

Once inside I caught up with her and pulled her around. She looked at me puzzled, but she understood as I gripped her chin again and kissed her again. This time as we kissed I marched her backwards to the bed. I didn't give her a choice, but pushed her body with mine. I also bit her lips again, chewing on both as I walked her backwards.

I hadn't said anything because I couldn't think of anything to say that would go along with being rough. The only things that came to mind were statements that went along with Master/Slave type of relationships.

As we neared the bed, she suddenly stopped and dropped down. She practically tore my pants off trying to get them unzipped and unbuttoned. She took out my hard shaft and started sucking on it. I grabbed her head and started moving that hard shaft in and out of her mouth. I had fucked my wife's mouth a few times, but never like this. It felt good so I continued for a few seconds. I had the thought of going all the way and shooting in her mouth, but she had other ideas.

Janet stopped moving her head, and for a moment resisted my hands on her head. Next she pulled back and finished undoing my pants. She had them down and was working on my shoes in a second. Once she was able she took off my shoes and my pants. Finally she stood and kissed me. I thought I knew what she wanted so I pushed her backwards against the bed. She fell on the mattress, immediately scooting backwards making sure all of her body was on the bed.

I looked her over for a few seconds, taking in her outfit still outlining her breasts and her thong. Her legs looked very nice that way. Finally I moved up closer and scrambled on top of her. I just moved her thong over and stabbed my hard shaft between her legs. 

I finally figured out something to say so I said, "I'm going to fuck you so hard and sooo long that you'll be screaming in pain when I'm done with you."

I was in the right position so with those words I jammed my shaft in all the way in one stroke. She was already aroused so she was very wet. I took her by surprise because she let out an uff type of sound, but a second later she was groaning in pleasure so I knew it hadn't been too hard. She was so wet that I thought either part of her preparations had been masturbating or she liked playing rough.

I kept up that pace for a long time. Just jamming it in as hard as I could before quickly pulling out. Sometimes I pulled out all the way and had to jam it back in, but I managed to keep the rhythm going. 

I lasted longer than I had the first time the other evening which surprised me. At the speed I was going I thought I would be shooting very quickly. She had time to have one very nice climax before I came. 

We rested only for a minute or so before starting again. It turned into another triple session. We just kept going and going, trying about every position we could think of. We did 69, she sucked me to a climax the second time and I sucked her to three or four. The third time I lasted as long as I had the other evening. The ending was great because, the other night I had just kinda dribbled into a climax on my third cum, but this time I shot screaming all the way. 

I should say that I soon learned that when she wanted me to be rough that hadn't meant she wanted to be a submissive. She gave as good as she got. When we were kissing in the bedroom before I pushed her onto the bed, she bit my lips and the way she used her tongue felt like she was trying to make war with mine and to conquer my mouth. At one point while she was straddling me she gripped my pectoral muscles with her fingers, digging in with her nails. It felt like she was pressing hard enough to cut the skin, and I let out an involuntary yelp.

She said, "Oh, the poor wittle boy got hurt, maybe he's not man enough for this game."

She said it with a smile so I knew she didn't mean it, but I still decided to make sure she knew I was man enough for this game. After a few seconds I manhandled her off of me, rolled on top of her, pushing her legs up as far as they could go, then I fucked her hard again.

I said, "How's that, man enough?"

"Yes--oh yes-it is!" was her answer followed by half a dozen long groans.

At that stage I looked at her for a second because her groans were a lot longer than my wife's. Another way they were different.

I said earlier that my third and final climax was great; that was because I shot up her bowels. We were doing it doggie fashion when I had an idea. We hadn't done anal the first session, but she hadn't minded when I stuck my finger up her anus either. When I was leaving I noticed a tube of something on her dresser, and I thought it looked like some type of lube. It was too late since I was leaving, but I thought maybe I should have asked her if she wanted it that way. 

On the way into the bedroom while I was kissing her, and biting her lips I had looked for that tube. At first I hadn't seen it, but as she was taking off my pants, I looked again. It had been pushed into a cubbyhole. Which I thought was appropriate for what it did.

I wanted to grab it, but I also wanted her not to notice I had it. We changed positions three more times, and at one point I took an extra couple of seconds and grabbed the tube off the dresser. Sure enough it was anal lube. I moved her back onto all four telling her I wanted to see her butt again. She wiggled it and spread her legs so I could see more clearly between her crack. I had already used one finger in her anus three times, but I hadn't gone in very far either time. Once we had been doing sixty-nine with her on top and I pushed my finger halfway in, finger fucking her butt while I licked her slit. She had loved that and it had been very stimulating to me to watch it.

Now I decided to go for broke. With her butt up in the doggie position I caressed her crack placing my finger on her anus after a few seconds. She has a very cute brown hole. I had noticed that the other night. I knew I would have fun playing with it. Before she could realize what I planned I shoved my finger in all the way. She made a slight noise but groaned as I pulled it out and pushed it back in. I finger fucked her for a few seconds, then took it out. I picked up the tube and squeezed out some lube, rubbing it on two fingers. I did it as quickly as possible and after a second or two I placed both fingers at her anus. 




Favor For Wife Ch. 02



Again before she could realize what I meant to do I pushed both in. They slid in easy and she made that noise again only louder. I think it was the same surprise noise she made when I first pushed my shaft into her. I double finger fucked twice as long as I had with the one finger. I was enjoying the feeling of my fingers inside her bowels. 

I had been in heaven the first time I did that with my wife. Watching my two fingers disappearing into her puckered opening while feeling that rubbery feeling around them almost made me blow my wad right there. I still enjoy it with my wife even when it doesn't lead up to anal sex. In fact I think I play with her anus at least half the times we have sex. It still feels great.

Janet's rear hole made me feel almost the same. Eventually I knew I had to go on. She may have felt the lube but she didn't say anything. I somehow managed to lube my shaft using only one hand, while my fingers were inside her. 

I moved a little closer. I figured she probably knew what was coming but I still tried to do it fast enough to take her by surprise. Once I had myself and her lubed I started to use the fingers on my other hand on her G-spot. She liked that and it distracted her from where my shaft was. I moved closer still and positioned myself as close as possible before I had to remove my fingers from her slit. 

I grabbed hold of my shaft moving it to the right spot. I shoved forward. The head of my shaft hit her anus and I pushed harder. Her body's sexual excitement and the lube were enough and I slid in without any trouble. I wanted to watch my shaft open and separate her anus as it disappeared into her, but it would lake too long. Once it was in I rammed it all the way in with one thrust. 

I cried out in pleasure at the same time she made that noise again. There may have been some pain in the noise, but I think it was mostly from surprise. I started thrusting in and out going pretty fast. 

I said, "That's it, take all of large my cock. I'm going to fuck your ass intil it bleeds."

She made a different noise one that sounded like a growl, with maybe a touch of pain in it. I kept going though and she threw her head up and back groaning loudly. After a few seconds I thought of something else a tough guy was supposed to do. I reached up, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it. Nothing happened so I puled it harder forcing her head back this time. She growled again.

I rode her that way for quite a while. Longer than I expected to be able to. I swatted each butt cheek three times, harder each time. She growled again. 

She came at least once while I was pulling her hair and later she came again as I was getting closer finally. Her second orgasm was loud and her whole body shook. I could feel it inside her. By then I had released her hair so I could grab hold of her hips. I was close and I had to increase my tempo. I couldn't help it. I was feeling so good. 

I couldn't help notice that Janet's rear was different from my wife's. It was close to the same size, but the cheeks were longer and narrower. Her anus was not as cute, but still very nice to look at especially with my shaft sticking in it. I still wasn't sure if her insides, her slit and and her anus felt different because they belonged to another person or if it was because I knew it was someone different. Even though it felt much the same as my wife's butt, there was a difference. Tighter maybe, I wasn't sure, but that wonderful feeling of a velvet covered vise was there so I just enjoyed the feeling and the sight of my shaft disappearing into her butt hole.

After a few seconds I started really jamming it in and pulling out as fast as I could. She was groaning with loud and long moans so I knew she was getting into what I was doing. 

Finally it hit me and I jammed my shaft in all the way and let out a scream of pleasure. She had just finished a smaller screaming orgasm and I pulled out slightly, then pushed it in again letting out another softer scream. My orgasm went on and on even after I stopped shooting my sperm into her bowels. It felt like it started to fade, but then restarted going back up almost to the top level of pleasure. 

I finally pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. We were both breathing hard and I fell backwards and sideways just laying there. After a minute or two I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. She joined me and did the actual cleaning. She looked at me as she was soaping up my shaft.

"Thank you. That was wonderful. It was just what I needed. I feel better and much calmer."

I smiled and said, "Good. I think you could tell I enjoyed it too."

I sobered rather quickly though as I thought of my wife. We hadn't had sex since she admitted to the affair. 

Janet must have noticed the look on my face because she asked, "Have you had sex with Georgina?

"No."

"You need to."

Thinking about her anger toward Georgina I asked, "Do you really care about our relationship?"

"Yes and no. I'm still not speaking to her, but at the same time it would be a shame if you guys got a divorce." 

I didn't say anything but I thought 'Yes, it would be a shame.' 

I said, "You need to talk to her. She can understand your pain better than I can. And she is your friend."

Her anger flared up for a second and I can imagine her thinking my Friend?! But she calmed and said, "You might be right."

I said, "She loved him too."

Her head jerked up with a look of amazement.

"Not like you did, or so she said, but like a friend. I believe her because I feel the same about you. I don't want to leave Georgina to marry you," I added quickly. "But you're the only person I would have helped in this manner. And Herb felt the same. They both wanted to help the other in a bad situation. When you Combine that with both being extremely horny, feeling anger at toward us, because they thought they were being abandoned for work and," I shrugged my shoulders here not wanting to finish.

She nodded, "I understand. I think I love you as a friend too."

She finished her cleaning, I got dressed and went home. I couldn't resist taking one last look at her standing there naked though as I left.

I had a late dinner by myself. Well, I said by myself; I meant I was the only one eating. Georgina came in at one point. She was acting nervous like she wanted to ask me something. I wasn't sure what to say about me having sex with Janet so I just asked her how her day was. At one point she looked at me and asked how Janet was doing. 

I said, "She's doing OK. I think she is healing, as much as one can heal from the death of a husband. She thinks it would be a shame if you and I got a divorce."

Her eyes shot open wide and her mouth fell open as if she hadn't considered that possibility or was afraid that I was going to say we should get one. 

"I think it would be a shame too."

I saw a look of extreme relief cross her face.

She said, "I love you."

I nodded and finished chewing a bite I had just taken. As I swallowed I looked her in the eye and said, "I love you too."

Tears came to her eyes for that was the first time I had said that since she had confessed. 

I was almost done so I finished quickly and put the dishes in the sink. We hugged for a long time and finally went to bed. We didn't have sex, but she snuggled next to me as we laid down to go to sleep. That was the first time she snuggled against me like before we went to sleep. She had done it during the night but when we first laid down. I guess she had been afraid of my reaction before this night.

A couple of day later Janet called me at home. She wanted me to come over. I did. By the way she sounded I thought it wasn't to have sex. 

As I walked in through the front door she came out of the kitchen. She had tears in her eyes. 

"I was thinking about my anger toward Herb. I want to yell at him." 

She paused as more tears started flowing she said, "God, I wish I could yell at him... the bastard."

I realized she wasn't angry at him for having sex with Georgina, she was angry for him dying on her. 

I didn't know what to do or say so I just opened my arms. She came into them and started crying on my shoulder. 

She said, "I thought I was past this stage, but I miss him so much tonight."

I still didn't know what to say, but thinking about some advice I had been given, that many times a woman doesn't want a man to tell her how to solve a problem, she just wants to cry or vent. 

She cried for a while and finally I said, "You really should talk to Georgina. You need to forgive them each and she can understand what you are going through better than I can. And I believe you need to say out loud, just as if he could hear you, that you forgive Herb for everything."

She was pretty much done crying by then but she just nodded. After a few more minutes she thanked me and I went home.

That night Georgina and I had sex. It wasn't late yet so I thought I could get some work done. Georgina, however, surprised me by kissing me hard and long as soon as I walked in through the door. 

"Thank you for being there for Janet and thank you for mostly forgiving me."

I knew she meant that last even though it could have sounded like sarcasm. And I was surprised by how much her kiss fired me up. We hadn't kissed like that for a long time. 

I made a fast check of my emotions and I decided I had more than just mostly forgiven her. So I grabbed her and kissed her just as hard and long. She pulled back with a surprised look on her face which was quickly replaced by a look of hunger. 

I kissed her again, holding her closer to me and grabbing her butt with both hands. I squeezed her cheeks while at the same time pulling her into a hump against my middle. She let out a happy mewing type of sound followed by a groan.

We had sex that night for a long time, I ended up late for work the next day. I had four orgasms and I have no idea how many she had but it was a lot more than four. I don't know if I ever have had four in a row like that and for the first one I did something different on the spur of the moment. I thought she wouldn't appreciate it, but she didn't seem to mind. 

She gave me a wonderful blow job for my second orgasm. She did something she had never done before. She let me cum in her mouth which I had done a few times, but this time she didn't swallow immediately. She raised up enough for me to see her mouth and she opened it to show me what was inside. She than proceeded to swallow nosily. That got me fired up again. I was surprised by how quickly that action fired me up. After trying two positions my third orgasm was in her butt. I looked her brown hole over and couldn't help licking it. It is very sexy and sometimes I can't help myself I have to taste it and feel it in my tongue. I grabbed our tube of lube and smeared a little of it on her and me. She doesn't take as much as some woman I've read about, but she likes some. I pressed the head against her hole and gently pushed in. She let out a moan so I knew she wanted it and would enjoy this fucking. I still went slow. Afterwards she cleaned me up but she wasn't done. We did it one more time the usual way. I lasted long enough to try almost every position we knew.

Two days later, a Saturday, I was again over Janet's but this time to help with fixing something. She said that she had been over at our house the day after we had sex.

"I see you and Georgina finally had sex."

"How did you know?"

"I went over to visit her. I could tell from how her face looked and how relaxed her body language was. I could tell as soon as I saw her, and it must have been a long satisfying session too."

I blushed and said, "We did have a very long session, longer than any other time that I can recall. I did something I never thought I would do."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression and I continued, "We were, um, that is we were fucking with me on top and I was close."

She said, "After all we have done you can use those words with me."

I nodded and continued, "I suddenly had a desire to do something so I pulled out and scooted up her body. I laid my shaft between her breasts and started, um fucking her breasts but before I orgasmed I scooted higher yet and made sure I was aiming at her face. I gripped my shaft and pumped it until I came all over her face."

Janet's eyebrows went up for she knew what Georgina's opinion of woman who let that happen was.

"When I was able to open my eyes, I saw blobs on her nose, on both cheeks, even one on her forehead and a smaller one on an eyebrow. Some was dripping down her onto her neck. I expected her to get angry but she just looked at me and wiped the blob off her eyebrow but didn't touch the others."

"But doesn't she feel that is humiliating to women and any one that allows it to be done to them is a whore, or has a low opinion of themselves?"

"I assume she still feels that way, maybe this time she felt I had to do it to reclaim her, at least in my mind. Or maybe she had been feeling like a whore because of what she did. In either case as I said she left it on her face through the rest of our session. Afterwards I got a wet cloth and washed her face for her. She smiled at me and said 'thank you'."

"I think you're right about what she may have been thinking or feeling but it could have been some of both. She felt she had to let you do what you wanted to reclaim her, even though you always had her, and she probably felt like a whore or a slut."

Janet paused, then said, "You were right; I did need to talk to her. I told her I wanted to know all about it. She didn't need to ask what it was. What she described pretty much agreed with what you told me she said the reasons were. And why they stopped. I told her she was wrong for her to have sex with my man."

"She knows she did wrong."

"I know and that's one reason I could forgive her. I told her I forgave her and we talked more about Herb and other things, then had a good cry together... I needed that as much as anything else we've done."

I knew she meant her and me, not her and Georgina, so I nodded not knowing what to say.

She stopped for a moment, then said, "And I carried out your advice for forgiving Herb. I sat down on our bed and I spoke out loud just as if he could hear me. I said that I didn't know if he was any place where he could hear me, but I needed to say this. I explained how I felt about his death and how I felt when I found out he had cheated on me. I also explained I knew the reasons why and that I could see how it happened. It wasn't the right thing for him to do but I could understand it; then I said I forgave him for dying on me and for the cheating."

She paused as her breath caught, then continued in a teary voice. "I felt his presence next to me... maybe it was just my emotions but in my mind I could hear him say that he understood and he was glad I forgave him and that it was going to be all right." 

Another pause and she finished with, "I believe it will be all right. There will always be a hole in my emotions, in my psychic, but I will be all right, especially with friends like you and Georgina. I love you guys."

I said, "We love you too and I'm glad things are going to be all right."

"And I'm glad you worked things out with Georgina. You two guys love each other too much to let even this come between you."

I took a deep breath and said, "It was hard, very hard, but I'm glad we are still together too."

We talked a bit more and I finished what I was doing and went home.

Georgina and I had sex again. This time she came out of the bedroom wearing a new nightgown. I did a double take because I was on the computer and just glanced at her as she came into the room. The gown had a bare stomach, with panties that barely covered anything and let me peak at her slit with a transparent panel. She turned to show me everything and the rear was even sexier. 

It was a thong, a bright blue one that faded into a duller purple on the way down. It drew my attention to her butt like few other thongs. There was no back except a ribbon around her neck that kept the front up. I could easily see the outline of her breasts. It was a huge turn on. She did a little dance which included rubbing her crotch until she groaned. She had done that only a couple of times throughout our marriage; it turned me on like almost nothing else. 

A second later she reached into her panties and rubbed her clit. I could clearly see her fingers moving at the right place and she let out a loud groan.

I stared, I couldn't help it. Finally she said, "You going to watch me play with myself all evening or are you going to help me cum?"

Actually I was hoping to see her make herself cum so I said, "I don't know. That's a hard choice. What you're doing is so sexy I don't want you to stop."

She smiled a sexy smile and said, "If I have to please myself tonight I won't be needing you."

She said it with a twinkle so I knew she was kidding but I still ran to her, put my arms around her and picked her up. Straight up, I almost hit the door arch with her head on the way out. I hurried to our bedroom and plopped her down on the bed. I tore off my clothes while she smiled and continued to rub her clit. I dropped on top of her, moved her thong out of the way, then jammed it in.

She went "uff" quickly followed by a pleasure moan. I continued thrusting in as fast as I could move. She moved her legs up to allow me to get even deeper.

She said, "That's it, Ohh uhhh, you haven't screwed me this hard in ages. Gaaa...Do it harder."

I did. After I was done and she had a climax we rested, snuggling together. After a few minutes we did it again with me behind her spooning her.

A week later she met me at the door with a black skirt that had a slit up almost all the way to her hip. And the top was very tight. I said, "Are we going dancing tonight?"

"No, we aren't," and as music started she finished with, "but I am."

For half a second I thought she was going without me, in that outfit, but I knew she wouldn't do that. She started dancing, teasing me with that slit and when she bent over facing away I could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. She went over to a pole I hadn't noticed. I don't know if she had gotten it for us or had borrowed it and I didn't care. She danced around it, using it as a prop. 

My eyes must have gotten as wide as saucers when she spread her legs and rubbed her front against it. I heard her groan so I knew she really was masturbating against the pole. She slowly slipped the top of the dress down and soon after tore off the thin bra she had on. She rubbed her nipples against the pole which didn't do that much for me but as she slipped the dress down the rest of the way she again rubbed her front against the pole. 

I stared for I could see that even though her dress was blocking my view of her butt her front was all the way down so her clit was against the metal of the pole. She took her time exposing her butt, and after she was all the way naked she again masturbated against the pole. This time she moved around it so I could see her clit as it rubbed against the metal. Talk about firing me up. I was hornier than I had ever been.

I had thought about carrying her to our bedroom like I had the other night. However I realized I didn't need to do that. I rushed her, picked her up, but instead of taking her up the stairs I moved her to the couch and let her fall on it. She let out a small yip until she hit the couch. Then she smiled in relief. 

I said, "You fired me up so much I couldn't wait to get you up to the bedroom."

I jumped on top of her and jammed my very hard shaft into her.

Actually it wasn't as hard as it sounded. I made sure I didn't land all the way on her, and I knew she would be wet and ready after rubbing her clit like that. She again started producing those pleasure moans of hers, lifting her legs to allow me to go in deeper.




Favor For Wife Ch. 02



After we both experienced a loud orgasm, we rested for a few moments. We started again, but this time I got on my knees and started licking her slit and sucking on her clit. Yeah, I know my stuff was in her, but when I get like that I don't care. It was mine after all. She soon was thrusting her clit against my face and moaning like a mansion full of ghosts. I sucked her into another orgasm.

After she relaxed she looked at me and said, "Thank you."

"I am to please you... and it's fun to make you feel good."

"That's not what I meant," she said sounding very sober. "Thank you for forgiving me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't forgiven me and left. I love you so much, even more now."

"It was easy to forgive you once I realized that I know you love me and I love you with all my heart. You did wrong, but you confessed without lying and you know you did wrong. You're my heart. My soulmate, I had to forgive you."

I'm not sure if she liked the word had but she understood what I was saying. Tears came to her eyes and she said, "I love you for doing it, just the same."

I took a breath and decided there was something I needed to say. I had thought on my sex sessions with Janet and decided I wish I hadn't given in to my feelings. I had had sex with her for the wrong reasons, more out of revenge and out of hurt, and I still think there were other ways to take care of her needs. The only redeeming thing that came from it was that she really had been helped.

So I said, "I don't know how you feel about me saying this but I'm sorry I had sex with Janet."

She gasped and said, "But it helped her."

"Yes, it did and that was good, but I did it for the wrong reasons and I know you didn't like it."

"I didn't, it hurt me, but I pushed you into it. She needed something - it did help - and after what I did I couldn't say anything. If the way I felt was only a taste of what you felt...I...I'm very sorry for putting you through that. I wish I could do something to make it up to you."

"I need to ask your forgiveness. I did it partially to hurt you, I was upset at you and hurt... when the time came to actually do it I was thinking more about that than helping her. I'm sorry for putting you through that."

"I forgive you. After all you forgave me so I can forgive you for that. I love you."

We held each other, then made love like only those in love can do. Our relationship, our love for each other grew as it had been before being interrupted.

Janet mourned for two more years before meeting another guy. She mourned longer than that, of course, but that was when she met Jack. She had dated a few guys before meeting this Jack but she knew he was special from the beginning. She brought him over for us to meet and waited until we gave our approval. Obviously she didn't need our approval and I'm not sure what she would have done if we didn't give it, but she trusted us and I think if we hadn't liked him she would wonder if there was something she had missed about him. We spent some time with him to get to know him and to make sure he was who he made himself out to be. 

They married and we continued our friendship with Janet and now Jack. At first it was strange to see them arm and arm and watching them go home together but we got used to it. We never were as close to Jack as we had been with Herb, but we still went on vacations together, at times BBQing, etc. He was good for Janet and we were glad she had another good man to love. I never told anyone but I was relieved that we were not as close to him as we were to Herb. A left over from Georgina's fall I guess, but I got over that too.

The end