79 comments/ 97355 views/ 13 favorites She Had An Itch By: Fran26 She had an itch. I am sitting in the office of the antique and art boutique that I own with my girlfriend Margot. It's just after closing time, memories of the past are on my mind also regrets. Regrets for causing pain to a very good man and to a lesser extent to myself. The scene from three years ago is burned in my memory forever. I can still see Frank coming in the living room and throwing an envelope on my lap. "Open this and look at it Julie," he demanded, with a disgusted look on his face. "Tell me what is going on. Now." The whole mess began a little over four years ago... *** My story. My name is Julie and I have been married to Frank for nine years. We don't have children. We live in a small town a little over two hours drive from Montreal. I work part-time in small antique shop. My husband works for a manufacturing company on the outskirts of town. Frank usually works days, but sometimes evening or night shifts. Frank is also a volunteer fireman, and became quite a hero in town the day he went into a burning house to save two young children. He got some pretty bad burns when he did that. He was in the hospital longer than the kids. Lately I have developed an itch, perhaps 'obsession' would be a better description. I crave strange cock; not an affair, just a one night stand to see what sex with another man would be like. Frank and I married young. I was still a virgin when I met Frank. I did have some experience, mutual petting and masturbation, with both boys and another girl a couple of times. I always wondered what sex would be like with another man, but never seriously, until recently. But my desire has been occupying more and more of my thoughts. One Thursday, Frank was working the evening shift. I decided to go out and try my luck. I had virtually no experience flirting or cruising, but I was often told that I was pretty and sexy. I chose my dress carefully, one that showed enough cleavage to spark a man's interest, I wanted to look sexy and alluring, but stopping short of looking like a slut. There are only three bars in town, I drove to the biggest one, Big Jim's Place. When I went in I was received like an heroine — a proxy for my husband. Everyone wanted to buy me a drink and talk about Frank, telling me how lucky I was to be married to such a brave man. Guys were glad to dance with me in front of their wives, who didn't seem to mind. With a few of them I tried to dance closer and a little more provocatively, but nothing worked. All I got was talk about Frank and what a great guy he was. I went home completely frustrated . I reached the conclusion that I wouldn't find a man to fuck me in our town. When Frank came home Friday after work, he said he needed to talk to me. He looked very serious when we sat down at the kitchen table. "Julie," he asked, looking me right in the eyes, "I heard that you were out 'cruising' at Big Jim's Thursday evening, What's going on? Is there something I should know about?" I smiled at him, and reached across the table and patted his hand in a reassuring manner. "I wasn't 'cruising' Frank. I don't know why, but I was just a little lonely here without you and went out for a quick drink. I thought that maybe I would run into some of my girlfriends. But you are such a local hero that once I was there I couldn't leave. Everyone was trying to buy me drinks and telling me how proud I should be of my husband, And I am." I looked right back at him and smiled again. He seemed to relax a little, and sat back in his chair. Now he had a little grin on his face. "I heard that you were dressed pretty sexy." "I wanted to look nice," I agreed, "but I wasn't dressed like a slut or anything. I had my red dress on, you know, the one you like so much and it's decent." "It shows a little too much cleavage for going out wearing it when I am not with you. And you don't want to give any of the horny guys around here any ideas!" he said, but with his tone more teasing and bantering, no longer angry or concerned. I tried to look and sound sorry and regretful, "I am sorry Frank I won't do it again. You know I don't make it a habit to go out for drinks when you are working ." That was the end of that, but it scared me. I knew for sure that I wouldn't be able to get any 'strange' cock in this town. It was just too small, and Frank and I were too well known. The closest big city that I could get to, where I could go looking for some strange sex was Montreal. But how could I manage to go there and with what excuse? I only went there periodically for shopping, and normally that was with Frank or my sister. Finding a way to go to Montreal on my own, especially for an evening and possibly a night was, it seemed, a problem without a solution. I think that intellectually I realized that what I was planning was cheating on my husband, but that didn't bother my conscience. At the time I hadn't fully thought out the consequences or ramifications of what I was considering. I wasn't scheduled to work again until Monday. When I arrived, I looked across the room and saw my boss Margot making a beeline straight in my direction "Julie what the hell were you doing last Thursday?" she asked me, clearly amused, " If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were on the prowl for some strange cock!" When she said that, I blushed. I never heard my boss being quite so crude before. "No," I insisted, "I was feeling a little lonely and just went out for a drink. Has that become a crime?" Margot looked at me, and her eyes narrowed and the edges of her lips lifted in the hint of a knowing smile. "Are you sure? You've been distracted lately, and I've noticed you looking long and hard at the men coming in the boutique, or even walking by on the sidewalk." I finally confessed to Margot what my problem was. When I was finished, she just shook her head, looking at me as if to say 'oh, you foolish woman!' "Julie your husband is too well known in this town for you to expect to keep an affair quiet. He would know within the hour if you had even had a quickie with someone," she insisted. "Oh, you're right. I know that now." Margot stood there for a moment, her eyes focussed on some distant point, thinking. Finally she spoke. "You and Frank are still coming to my barbeque Saturday?" "Yes of course," I replied. "Then leave everything to me, She was smiling to herself as she turned and walked to her office. Margot didn't say anything more to me about her plan, other than to say that I would find out Saturday evening. We had been at the barbeque for a couple of hours that Saturday, eating, drinking, and talking to friends, before Margot finally got Frank and me off into a quiet corner. She said she needed to speak with Frank about an important job related issue. "Frank," she said, "Julie is really getting to know a lot about antiques. I would like her to get more experience in the business, so I'm wondering if I could take her with me to some auctions in Montreal. I'm sure she would find it interesting and learn a lot." "Well, if she is interested," Frank answered tentatively, looking at me for an indication of my thoughts. "Yes, Frank, I like the antique market, at least what I see of it working with Margot," I said, being quite truthful. Margot and I were ganging up on poor Frank now. "She has a real knack for spotting good deals, and she picks up on what the customer is interested in. She is a natural Frank," Margot suggested in the persuasive way that she closed many a sale in the shop. Frank shrugged his shoulders,"Then it's okay with me." Margot was clearly pleased with Frank's answer. "Great," she said, "There is a big auction on Friday next week. I plan to take some paintings I acquired lately to put up for sale. I could take Julie with me." "I don't know Margot," I protested, "you leave in the early afternoon and these things can end quite late, as you've often said. Besides Frank is working nights next week. No one would be there for his supper and to prepare his lunch." "Julie, I can cook my own supper and prepare my own lunch," Frank said in an almost condescending manner, but with a smile on his face. "If Margot thinks that you have a talent for this business and you want to learn more, you should go." When we were alone in the house preparing the lunch, I looked at Margot and asked what this was all about. "You want try out some strange cock? I fixed it for you. In Montreal no one knows you or Frank. Listen Julie, I take advantage of my trips there to get a little satisfaction myself. My husband is not all I need in bed. Then the men came in for fresh beers and we had to drop the subject. At home that night the sex with Frank was hot. Mainly because I was fantasizing that I was with a lover. Sunday morning, as Frank and I shared breakfast, I brought up the subject of my going to the auction with Margot again. "Frank are you sure you're okay with me going with Margot to the auction?" Frank finished chewing and swallowed before he answered. "Yeah, I am okay with it. Learning new things will do you good. It will give you a chance to get out of the house too." He paused for a moment before going on, "As Margot said, these things end quite late. She even warned me that sometimes she is too tired to drive back. She rents a hotel room to rest a few hours before heading home. If that happens, don't worry." At work on Monday, Margot told me she would set me up with a gentleman she knew, so I didn't have to worry about being abused in any way. For the auction, I was to dress in a business suit and conservative make-up. Just like an ordinary working day. I was impatient all week; Friday couldn't come fast enough. The human capacity for providing themselves a rationale for whatever behavior they want to do is incredible. And was I rationalizing! A part of my conscience realized that I would be cheating, but I convinced myself that it would not affect my life if no one knew. I stupidly believed that once I had experienced a strange cock, my curiosity would be satisfied and It would be the end of that. I actually told myself that having this experience would help my marriage to Frank. I did love Frank very deeply. But I had to satisfy my curiosity. On Friday, we left for the auction almost immediately after lunch. As we were about to pull out of the parking lot in Margot's SUV, she turned to me with a very serious look on her face and said, "Julie, if you have any second thoughts about doing this, you can still back out. I won't hold it against you." She took me a little by surprise with her statement, after all she, of all people, knew how important this 'experiment' was to me. "I have no second thoughts Margot. I really want to experience sex with another man at least once in my life," I told her firmly. She continued to stare hard at my face, and I saw her eyebrow lift, a look that I knew indicated a level of skepticism in Margot's mind. "This may change your life in ways that you don't suspect. You think that Frank will never know, so there will be no consequences on your marriage. But you'll know. Can you live with that?" "Does it have any effects on your marriage?" I asked, curious now that Margot had raised the issue. "Yes. When I know that I am going to meet my lover — like this week — I have very little desire for sexual contact with Mark. For a few days afterwards as well. It makes me feel little guilty, but I can't help it." We were silent for a long time as we drove. I was turning over our conversation in my head. I considered long and hard. Finally, I decided that since I wasn't taking on a lover, just a onetime fling, it surely wouldn't have any effect on my desire or love for Frank. When we got there I realized it was actually a little outside of town. The retail mart was set up in the form of a horse shoe with two large building at the end, and on the third side of the parking lot was a row of speciality shops and restaurants. Across the parking lot was a motel. Margot parked in front of this. "The auction take place in the big building at the end. People come from quite far away and need a place to stay. This motel is nice, comfortable and the closest place to stay." She went into the office for a few minutes when she came out, she took a suitcase from the trunk of the car and told me to follow her. She opened the door of the unit and we went in. It was clean and nicely furnished. She handed me a set of keys. "You have the unit next to me." She showed me her room, telling me that my room was identical. Then we left to go register the three paintings she wanted to sell. After that was settled we had some free time, as the auction wouldn't start for about four hours. We went back to our rooms at the motel. Margot told me to have a nice shower and get dressed while she went to hers to do the same. She would join me to help with my make-up when she was done. My blouse was opened in a V in the front and with a push-up bra this showed a fair amount of cleavage, while still being decent. Margot knocked at my door and came in. I nearly choked! She looked beautiful, like the sexy, distinguished CEO of a big company. She had a make-up kit with her and had me sit while she worked on me. "Julie you have a nice, sexy, long neck. I'll put your hair in a pony tail to emphasize it." After she was done, she told to go look at myself in the full length mirror. I hardly recognized myself. I looked like a very successful business woman. "How do you like your new look?" she asked. "I love it. I look like a sexy business woman," I replied, excited and pleased. "That the way you're supposed to look for an auction, Julie." Margot looked at her watch, "Good, we still have time for a good meal and a look at the catalog before the auction starts." "Another thing," Margot said, smiling in a conspiratorial manner, "The guy I'll introduce you to is also married. He has as much interest being discreet as you have." Then she winked at me, to seal the deal. We walked across to one of the restaurants in the complex. Margot and I placed our order, but even before the meal was served, two men came to our table. Margot introduced them as Maurice and Harry, antique dealers from Montreal. Maurice sat next to Margot, and Harry asked if he could sit next to me. He was tall, nice looking, charming and had a very pleasant smile. I returned his smile and told him "Please do." Harry was interested in a particular vase, and he was happy that it was one of the first items to be auctioned. After that he would be free to do other things. All through the meal, Harry was coming on to me, but in a discreet respectful manner. Without being blatantly obvious, I managed to let him know that I wasn't indifferent to his attentions. At one point he asked me what I did for a living. Margot answered before I could, " I told you a while back that I needed to take on a partner with the business growing. Julie is that partner." This was a surprise to me, but I was in no position to deny it. It was time to head to the auction. Margot and Maurice took two seats together. I didn't quite know what to do, but Harry guided me to a pair of seats a short distance away. The vase that he was interested in came up as the third item. He was the high bidder, and got the vase. "Julie, my business is done here for tonight. Do you want to celebrate with me?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine, his meaning clear. As we were walking out, Margot gave me a big smile and a wink. Once outside Harry had my hand in his. He pulled me close. I let him give me a kiss on the forehead and hug me. "Where should we go to share a good bottle of wine and celebrate Julie?" "We can go to my motel room." I don't know to this day where I found the courage to be so forward. I wanted him, there is no doubt about that, nevertheless my boldness surprised me. We walked over to a wine store amongst the shops where he purchased a bottle of very expansive wine. Then, I led him back to my motel room. On the way he told me the vase he had bought for his client represented an excellent commission for him. In my room there was a small couch, where we sat drinking and enjoying our wine. Harry had his arm around me and I snuggled as close as I could. When he kissed me, I returned it with passion. It was not long before we were both naked and on the bed. Harry caressed me all over with his hands and his mouth, his lips and his tongue. I was in heaven. Frank had never caressed me that way; he had never spent the time and energy on foreplay. Harry, on the other hand, clearly enjoyed taking his time exciting me. After kissing me on the mouth again, he moved lower, kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples, while his hand found its way down to my pussy, where he began to massage and caress me. Harry was driving me crazy with desire and lust. I was stroking his cock with my hand and wanted it in my cunt so badly. I was grinding and humping with my hips. When he went down on me, sucking my clit and inserting two fingers in my slit, I went overboard. An earth shattering orgasm overtook me. I had never experienced anything so intense before. "Please Harry," I cried out in desperation, "fuck me! I need your cock in me now." He finally mounted me. I could tell that his cock was a bit fatter than Frank's. As soon as he penetrated me, I wrapped my legs and arms around him and moved my hips to meet his thrusts. I soon had another big orgasm followed by several smaller ones, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. This was new to me, having more than one orgasm at one time. But he didn't let up. He took my legs over his shoulders and kept fucking me. I felt his cock grow bigger and twitch, then at last he came in me, a big load of hot cum filling my vagina to overflowing. I had another mind blowing orgasm and I fell back exhausted. Harry stayed in me until his cock softened and came out. This was sex so good, I hoped it would never end. After he rolled off me, we relaxed with some more wine, snuggling with one another. After a short period, I could tell Harry was getting hard again. "Harry let me take you in my mouth, I want to taste you." Without waiting for an answer, I moved down and starting giving him a blow job. This was so erotic, I had to masturbate as I was sucking him. Then I did something I had never done and thought I would never do —I let him cum in my mouth and swallowed all of it. To my surprise I loved the slightly salty taste of his cum. After some rest, we went back to the bed where Harry fucked me again, this time slowly. It was almost making love. I had a couple of small orgasms but not as intense as the first ones, Perhaps I was 'orgasmed out' for the night. After another 'recovery period', I pleased Henry with my mouth again. He did not cum very much, even though I sucked until he was dry and went soft. We cuddled and exchanged kisses and caresses for awhile. He told me that he had to leave before his wife started to worry. I locked the door behind him and laid back on the bed naked. basking in the afterglow. I was well satisfied, never before had I enjoyed sex to that extent. I didn't know before this that I could have multiple orgasms. I looked at my watch, It was close to midnight. We had been at it for almost four hours. I fell asleep exhausted. I was awakened by knocking on my door. I was lost for a moment, not quite sure where I was. The knocking got louder. Finally fully awake, I realized where I was. I looked at my watch — it was close to four in the morning. "Julie, It's me, Margot . Let me in." She entered with a big smile on her face, wearing only a bathrobe. We sat on the side of the bed. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders holding me tight. She Had An Itch "How was your evening?" she asked. "Beyond description, I've never had sex so good — I never suspected it could be so good. For the first time in my life, I had multiple orgasms." She held me tighter. I snuggled next to her. She was so warm and soft. "Well I am happy for you. You needed to experience what was out there." "I am glad I did, and thanks for setting me up with a nice guy." I turned to look at her and she kissed me hard on the mouth and I returned her kiss with a moan. "You are beautiful and very sexy, Julie. But we don't have time tonight. We have to hit the road and get back. I want to get you home before Frank gets there. I suspect you won't feel like having sex with him in the morning," she said, with a knowing look. "You're right; I am all fucked out for awhile," I replied. I was disappointed that we couldn't stay a little longer. I liked being in Margot's arms, feeling her softness and warmth. "Now that you are awake, I'll grab a shower and get dressed too." Before she left , she hugged and kissed me again. I was getting aroused. I had a lot to think about while in the shower. I'd let a man other than my husband fuck me to multiple orgasms, something I didn't know I could have. I let him cum in my mouth and swallowed his seed, something I had never done before. I had wanted sex with another man for quite a while. Thinking about this, I realized for a lot longer than a few weeks. Probably since a couple years after my marriage, though it had only seemed urgent recently. Then there was Margot. She had hugged and kissed me. She had aroused me. I was sorry she didn't go further, and I would surely have been a full participant if she had not stopped I was shocked to realize. She had said that tonight we didn't have time, but I hoped that there would be a next time. My sudden hunger for Margot surprised and worried me a bit, as my only experience with a woman before this had been a few mutual masturbating sessions with a friend in college. I had no regrets about what I had done earlier tonight. I did regret having lied to Frank, but I had to. He was not the type of man who would willingly share his wife. Another thing bothered me was that Margot had mentioned that for a few days before and after meeting Maurice for sex, she had no desire for her husband. Was this a consequence cheating? If so, I surely wouldn't repeat the experience. My curiosity was, after all satisfied. How wrong I was. On the way home, Margot gave me a detailed description of how an auction is carried out, and of the dealings that go on afterward for objects that did not sell, or were resold privately, at the cheese and wine luncheon following the auction. With that, I was well prepared to answer any questions Frank might have about my trip and my first auction. Margot dropped me off at home a good two hours before Frank was due. I was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The next morning, I was still basking in the afterglow of my night with Harry. Frank slept most of the day. He was still on night shift for three days. I had been reliving my evening with Harry and reflecting again. I had crossed a line, and now I knew that I would probably do it again — not withstanding my original intention of just satisfying my curiosity once. Harry had showed me pleasures I'd never imagined. I would see him again, if the occasion presented itself. I would refuse him nothing; I wanted to enjoy all that sex could bring. Frank, on the other hand, was quite conservative in bed, and not inclined to spend much effort at foreplay. Maybe that was the problem. I had never refused him sex and this would not change. I vowed that I would even try to convince him to experiment more. Then there had been the hugging and kissing with Margot. Was this just due to the fact that she was still hot from her session with Maurice, or was she into women too? I realized that I was willing to experiment with another woman if the opportunity arose. This introspective did scare me a bit, and I wondered what consequences this would have on my marriage, but not for long. I filed those thoughts in the back of my mind because I had a more immediate problem. I had to have my story ready for Frank when he woke up, and most of all, I had to prepare myself to look him in the eyes while talking to him. When Frank woke up it was early evening and I had his meal ready. He sat at the table facing me. I could hardly look him straight in the face. It wasn't so much that my conscience bothered me, as I was afraid that somehow he would see into my soul and see that I was a different woman. "Julie you seem pretty perky today, I could hear you singing while I was in the shower," Frank said, although he didn't sound suspicious. This scared me a little. He had noticed something. I looked down briefly before replying. To cover my discomfort, I laughed, and agreed with him. "You were right, Frank. Being out of the house did me a world of good and I learned a lot." Frank seemed pleased with my response. "Good, how was the auction?" I had been working on my story all day, so I was prepared. First, I gave him a description of the auction. Then I told him that, as the auction went late, Margot was tired and had decided to sleep for a few hours before driving back. The result was that I had gotten home just a couple hours before him, and was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got in bed. "I'm glad it went well. I imagine that you'll want to go again?" "Yes, Frank," I answered, "if it's okay with you, I would love to. If Margot invites me again that is." "I have no objection if it always gets you in such a good mood." Frank was satisfied with my story. The rest of the evening was spent in small talk until he left for work. I had gotten away with it; I only hoped that Margot would take me with her again. Monday, back at work I wasn't sure how to deal with Margot. The full-time employee, Mrs. Jones, was there, which prevented any talk about last Friday. When she finally went to lunch, Margot and I were left alone. Margot came to me. "Do you have any regrets about our trip to the auction Julie?" she asked, looking carefully into my face for any sign that I was upset. "Absolutely none, Margot. I've wanted to experience strange sex for a lot longer than I admitted, even to myself. Reflecting back on this week-end, I realized it has always been in the back of my mind. I am glad I finally did it." She stood in front of me looking me in the eyes. "I suppose that now you'll be a faithful wife?" This with a knowing smile. It took some courage, but I looked her in the eyes too, while I replied. "Margot, I'll go for strange cock anytime I can. I would enjoy having Harry again." Margot put her hands on my shoulders. Up this close I really noticed for the first time how beautiful her grey eyes were. But I detected in them something hard to fathom. "I am a little worried, Julie, that you might have been uncomfortable with my kissing you at the hotel," she sighed as she spoke, "but you looked so sexy when I came in and found you naked, that I couldn't help myself." She seemed very tentative about raising the subject. I hesitated before answering. Our kiss been on my mind also, and I decided to be completely honest with her. I looked back at her, my lips turned in a slight smile. "Margot, your kiss aroused me, and I was disappointed that you didn't go further. I've never experienced sex with a women, but I think it's something I would enjoy." I eagerly awaited her response. I was disappointed when rather than answering me, she changed the subject, . "How was sex with Frank?" she asked. "He is working nights 'till Wednesday, so he has not expected any sex yet. It's worked out well, since I have no great desire for sex with him for now. In a way that bothers me." "Don't worry about it; your desire will come back after a few days," she predicted, and finally replying to my earlier statement, "As to your willingness to play with a woman, sometimes wishes have a way of coming true." She smiled beguilingly, but didn't expand on her last remark. With that she pulled me to her and hugged me. It was my turn to go to lunch. I live close by so I walk home and eat there. But today I was so horny just thinking of the promise of our conversation, I had to masturbate at home before going back for the afternoon. Luckily, it was the middle of the week before Frank wanted to make love . It was good enough, but left me frustrated, not quite satisfied. I fell asleep in Frank's arms worrying, hoping that this unsatisfied feeling was temporary. It turned out not to be the case. On Friday, I wasn't working, but I stopped by the shop while taking a walk. Margot asked me to come back with her to the office in the back. "Julie, Harry called this morning," she whispered in a breathless manner. "Yes? How is he, did he ask about me?" I couldn't hide my excitement. "Yes, he did, and it was not the first time . He's called three times this week already. " "What did he say?" I asked, anxious as a schoolgirl. "He likes you very much and he wants to see you again, if you're willing." This got me more excited. He wanted to see me again. Would Margot help again? I hoped she would. I sat on an empty chair in her office and looked at her. "I would like to see him again," I admitted, "Although I want you to know that I didn't plan it like this in the beginning. I only wanted one experience. But I miss the hot sex and I have to admit, I liked him personally. But I don't see how seeing him again so soon would be possible. Unless you have a plan?" "Harry has acquired three statuettes for a client of mine. I need them here by Thursday. I could find an excuse to send you to pick them up." "Frank is working the afternoon shift, so I'll be able to come home a little later. This would be just perfect. But I'll need to convince him to let me go to Montreal which might not be so easy, Margot," I explained. Margot looked at me with a conspiratorial smile on her face. "Julie, we'll just have to gang up on him again. Let me work out the details." On Tuesday morning, Margot took me to the back of the shop to let me know what she had in mind.. "I'll drop by your place at lunch today. You'll be having lunch with Frank?" "Yes," I confirmed, "he is always awake by lunch time when he works the second shift." Margot nodded her head, and with a sly smile said, "Act surprised when I show up at your place." "Okay Margot, I'll do my best ." I went home from work to have lunch with Frank and help prepare his evening meal that he would take with him to work. When the door bell rang, I managed to look surprised. I opened the door and, as expected, it was Margot. She came in, said 'hi' to Frank and me and sat at the end of the table. As she sat, she seemed ill at ease. She looked at Frank, then at me. Impatient with her silence, Frank finally spoke up. "Some sort of problem, Margot?" "As a matter of fact yes! Frank, I need a big favor from Julie. I have an important client coming tomorrow to look, and hopefully buy, this French commode. I need to be there to deal with him. I also managed to buy three statuettes from a dealer in Montreal, that I need to have by Thursday for another client. Would it be possible for Julie to take my car and go to Montreal to pick them up for me?" Her story about the statuettes was not a lie. She had been waiting to get them and negotiating for awhile with the original owner. I looked at Frank, not saying a word, hardly daring to breathe, waiting for him to answer. He kept eating silently, thinking about Margot's proposal for awhile, before turning to Margot. "I know that Mrs. Jones, your full-time girl, doesn't drive. Julie's car is not running well enough for a trip to Montreal, but it would be okay if she used yours. Yours is brand new isn't it? I would feel better about Julie picking up the statuettes if she's using a reliable car." I let my breath out slowly as I didn't want to draw Frank's attention. I was relieved, this had been easier than I anticipated. Frank turned to me, "Drive carefully Julie, especially in Montreal. You're not used to the traffic there." "Don't worry I'll be careful, especially with Margot's car." It was a brand new BMW. Margot pointed out, "The shop is on the outskirts of town, Frank, she won't have to go into Montreal as such. I'll explain to her how to get there and even draw her a map." She then added to further calm Frank's worries. "Besides, my car is equipped with a GPS system, I'll program the route before she leaves." Then Margot turned to me. "Julie you'll have to leave fairly early, and don't worry, I'll pay you for the extra hours and travel." I was normally only supposed to work a half-day on Wednesdays. Margot then left to go back to the shop, where she had to relieve Mrs. Jones while she went to lunch. Frank and I finished our meal, with Frank reminding me to be careful driving around Montreal. 'They drive like maniacs there,' he reiterated. With a kiss, I left to get back to work. I stayed after Mrs Jones left for the day as Margot wanted to talk to me about tomorrow's pick-up. Harry would meet me in a mid-sized town halfway to Montreal. There was a combination motel, restaurant and bar on the out-skirts of the town, where we would meet . I knew the place, having stopped there a few times for lunch coming back from shopping trips with my sister. I let Margot know. "I know the place Margot. We often stop there to eat when I go on shopping trips with my sister." Margot nodded. "Okay, he'll have the statuettes for you. You can leave early, that will give you plenty of time to be a bad girl before coming back," with a big smile. "And since Frank thinks you are going all the way into town, he won't be expecting you back before he goes to work." "When do you need your car back?" I asked, estimating how late I could be. "Julie, I don't care what time you get back, as long as you have my statuettes here by Thursday morning." Margot hugged me again before I left to go home. I was already horny at the thought of having another session with Harry. Also a little disappointed with Margot for not going further than a simple hug . Why did she just tease me? Then it hit me, maybe she was just pushing my buttons, while waiting for a time of her choosing. If I was right, I wouldn't disappoint her when she made her move. The next morning I left a little after ten. I had no hesitation and wasn't feeling guilty about cheating on my husband and lying to him. I was just impatient to see Harry again. I fantasized about what would do and the multiple orgasms he would give me. In my mind 'my secret life', having sex with Harry, had nothing to do with Frank. The same was true for Harry — my life with Frank didn't concern him. With Harry it was strictly sexual satisfaction. I was willing to do with him, and for him, sexual acts that I would be ashamed to do with Frank. Sex was one thing, love was another. It was like I had become two different persons— one the married woman, the other the cheater whose sexual satisfaction was the only thing that mattered. That woman wanted to explore all the pleasures that sex could bring. I still naively believed that I could carry on with a double life without harmful consequences to my marriage. When I arrived at our rendezvous, I headed for the bar to get a drink. I was pleasantly surprised to see Harry already there, waiting for me. As I approached his table, he stood up to pull out my chair while I sat, and then he ordered drinks for us. He sat and with a big smile said, "Julie it's nice to see you again. " "Harry, to be perfectly honest, I thought that our time together at the auction would be a one time thing." "I am happy that you changed your mind," he told me, reaching across the table and putting his had over mine. "Let's say that the way that you made me feel had a lot to do with my being here today." "Thanks for the compliment," Harry chuckled as he replied, "but I don't deserve much credit. Your many charms made it a joy and a pleasure to make love with you." Henry had already reserved a room, so when we finished our drinks, we headed there. I had been unbelievably horny since leaving home that morning and I couldn't wait to get into bed with him. We hugged and kissed on the way. We wasted no time in getting naked and in bed, where we exchanged long passionate kisses. Harry kissed and licked and gave me little love bites over my whole body. I was moaning and encouraging him, twisting and turning on the bed under his caresses. When his mouth reached my breasts, I went crazy. I could feel my juices running between my thighs. Frank had never been much into foreplay, only now with Harry I realized what I had been missing. He sucked my nipples, he licked them and lightly bit and gave them little pulls. I was not just moaning and groaning, I was screaming with pleasure. One of his hands began to caress my pussy. By this time I was begging to be fucked. Harry moved down my body, until his head was between my thighs. As he began sucking my clit, Harry gently pushed a thumb into my back hole. That sent me over the edge, and once again I screamed and twisted as a great orgasm overtook me "God, Harry, that was great," I gasped out, "Don't torture me anymore, please fuck me." He finally mounted me, and fucked me for a long time, lifting my ass to penetrate me deeper and harder. I was begging to be fucked harder and faster. I had a few smaller orgasms before he came. When Harry finally came again, he filled me with what felt like a huge load of hot cum. I nearly fainted from the orgasm I got from that! He lay there on top, his cock in me, for a long time afterwards, something Frank never did. I really enjoyed it, as it gave me a series of little 'aftershocks' in my pussy. When he rolled off me, I took him in my mouth to clean and milk him dry. I loved the taste of his cum. We rested hugging and gently caressing each other . After that rather vigorous mating, we rested for a fairly long time.. "Julie, I want to fuck you doggy style this time," Harry asked, when we had recovered. I happily acquiesced to his suggestion. I took him in my mouth again to make sure he was good and hard before getting up on my knees with my head on the pillows. Harry kissed the back of my neck as he approached behind me, tantalizing me even more . He caressed my cunt with his hand as he kissed me, starting with my shoulders and working his way down slowly to my lower back. I was desperate and begging him to take me hard. This was simple, primitive fucking, his hands pulling my hips back into him, his cock slamming into me. We reached our climax together and he collapsed, exhausted, on top of me. By the time we have recovered enough to look at the clock, we noticed that it was already past noon. Harry ordered steaks and a carafe of wine from the restaurant attached to the motel. Having a meal naked, with a man who was also naked, seemed very erotic and hot to me. I guess that I wasn't the only one who felt that way, given Harry's words after we'd finished eating. "Julie, you know, you have a magnificent ass. I'd like to put my cock up there." This scared me. I imagined all sorts of pain and discomfort. On the other hand, I liked his thumb when he put it in there, and it had sent me over the edge in big way. But his cock was a lot bigger than his thumb. "I'd like to try that too, Harry, but I'm afraid of the pain. Your thumb is the biggest thing I ever had in my ass." Harry nodded his understanding of my concern. She Had An Itch "I have a tube of K-Y. And I'll be very gentle and slow." The mere thought was getting me very aroused. I'd never had anal sex before. But above all, I wanted to please Harry and had fantasized about allowing him to use me. I knew that with him, it would be strictly sex. Once I had decided to see him again, I intended to do things for him that I didn't do with Frank. I could see Harry was getting hard again just thinking about my tight, virgin, ass wrapped around his cock. I wanted to take him in my mouth, but I resisted the temptation. He would need all of his energy to do my back hole. "If you promise to be slow and gentle Harry I'm ready to try," I told Harry, trying not to seem too anxious. I got in position on the bed while Harry got the tube of K-Y. I sensed him behind me as he kissed my neck and shoulders., I flinched slightly when I felt his finger rimming my back hole, followed by the nozzle of the lube gently entering my anal passage. I moaned and moved my ass against it. The K-Y was cool as he squeezed a liberal amount in my ass. The sensation was pleasant, and I found myself moaning louder. One of his hands began to caress my clit ,while he used his other hand to push the lube deeper in, moving it around to loosen me up. Harry inserted two fingers and twisted gently, moving them in and out slowly. I was besides myself with pleasure. I pushed my ass against his fingers to get them deeper. "Harry," I whispered to him over my shoulder, "please put your cock in there. But slowly at first." He alined the head of his penis with my hole. I tried to relax as he pushed the head in. At first there was resistance, but with a pop it went in. There was a little pain, but not nearly as bad as I had feared. He stopped his inward movement to let me relax. The pain subsided, to be replaced by a sensation that was entirely unique and new to me. Slowly and gently, a little at the time, Harry resumed pushing his cock in. It was not long before I was pushing back to meet his strokes. There was still a little pain, but it only added to my pleasure. Soon he had his full length in, and he stopped again, letting me get used to it. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes, Harry please. I need my ass fucked." By then, I really wanted it badly. He fucked my ass with long slow strokes which I met by pushing back. One of his hands went back to rubbing my clit, and he had a handful of my hair with the other. Soon, I was begging to be fucked harder, and to my surprise, I was having orgasms from this. Harry pulled harder on my hair, and with a grunt pushed into my bowels as far in as he could go. I felt in his hot cum spurt into me, which sent me over the top for a final, mind blowing, earth shattering orgasm. . We were both completely sated. The rest of the afternoon was spent cuddling, caressing and pillow talk. Before leaving, we had another 'quicky' and I took him in my mouth one last time to milk him dry and soft. Our time together had come to an end, at least for that day. We showered, dressed, exchanged kisses, and promised to see each other again. Before going on our separate ways, he handed me the box with the statuettes. I missed him already. I regretted that it was over so soon. I stopped by the boutique to deliver the statuettes to Margot. She looked at me with her conspiratorial smile. "How was your day Julie? I hope you have not been a bad girl," she asked, knowing that the complete opposite was true. I shrugged my shoulders, and answered looking as innocent as I possibly could. "My day was great. I have been a good girl for someone. But my ass feels funny, not sore — just funny. I came hard from my ass being taken. I was surprised." "You gave him your ass?" Margot replied, looking astounded, "You are a real hot little thing aren't you?" "Don't you do it with Maurice?" I asked, curious now. "Of course I do, and I get off on it too," came her smug answer. "Now that you've had your ass taken and liked it, maybe you'd like to try a D/P with two men?" she said, planting yet another sexual sex into my imagination. "Margot, I don't think I would go that far," at least for now, I thought to myself. "How about a woman and a man together?" I laughed, "You have a dirty mind, Margot." "I'm sure," she stated, pointing a finger in my direction, "you would love it." "Don't tempt me Margot." The image of a woman doing me with a harness in the front, while a man took my ass was arousing. Margot noticed. "You seem interested Julie. Oh you naughty, naughty girl, you!" We said good night and I went home. But I had not denied being interested. The thought was not unpleasant; maybe someday? *** I was exhausted. But I had felt no regret or remorse. Frank would never know; I would refuse him nothing in bed. My meetings with Harry for sex were only that — sex. It was something completely separate from, and it would not have any adverse effects on my marriage. How wrong I was. My affair with Harry had been going on for a little over a year. It was easy to find an excuse to meet with him . I had progressed to the point where I was attending the auctions by myself. Margot would tell me what items she was interested in, based on the catalog, and set the upper limits of my bidding. Margot had even put me on commission for items that I bought or sold. I managed quite well generally, and usually spent the night with Harry. It was also easy to arrange false deliveries or pick-up of items I'd acquired. Unfortunately, it got to the point that I was impatient and frustrated if I didn't see Harry for awhile. He had become a need. It was now more than just sex, but I didn't fully realized this. In retrospect, I refused to face that fact. One day at the boutique, we were doing cleanup and inventory after closing time. Frank was working evening, so there was no rush for me to get home. Margot and I were sitting on the sofa in her office taking a break. "You seem frustrated Julie," she observed. "I haven't been with Harry for a couple of weeks. I need a good fucking." She sat closer to me and put her hand on my thigh. I let her rub me . Her hand was soft and gentle. After a few seconds, I spread my legs wider to give her access to the inside of my thighs. She wrapped her other arm around my shoulder and kissed me. I found myself returning her kiss, and I let one of my hands go to her thigh. Being kissed by a woman was so different from my expectations. Her lips were soft and moist, and warmer than any man I had kissed. I let Margot put her hand inside my panties, where she started to caress my cunt. Her kisses had moved from my face, to my neck, and I knew she wanted her mouth on my breasts. I slipped off my bra, and her lips found my nipples. She was driving me crazy with lust and desire. My panties were soaked, and I was twisting uncontrollably on the sofa. "Julie," Margot said, lifting her head from my engorged nipples, "get naked. I need to have my mouth and tongue on you and in you." I practically ripped off my remaining clothes, and Margot was like a wild woman, starving for my pussy. Her lips and tongue were soft, and she knew just where and when to lick and suck, when to be hard, when to be light, when to be fast, and when to be slow. I was going wild, my hips bucking on their own, beyond my control. She pushed a couple fingers into my slit and a finger from her other hand into my back hole. I grabbed her head and pulled her even tighter to me, as I got off hard, with a big long, satisfying orgasm. It took a minute for me to recover, after which I told Margot that I wanted to return the favor. It would be my first time doing a woman. I know that I was not nearly as skilled as Margot performing oral sex on another woman, but I managed to make her cum. It was so erotic for me that I got off again when she did. Afterwards, lying there in the afterglow, we kissed again and held each other tight. Margot was the first to speak. "That was exquisite, Julie. For a first timer you were great. I hope we can to this again." "Yes, I hope so too," was my languid response. "Next time I'll use my strap on. It is a different kind of satisfaction that I think you'll enjoy. Tonight we don't have time. If we don't get going, you won't be home until morning." We were to repeat this many times and I did enjoy her harness with its big, long, dong, which Margot used in both of my holes. Without my really paying attention to what was happening over time, my attitude at home changed. My libido and desire for Frank diminished. I never refused Frank anything, but I didn't really get into it, and I was generally left unsatisfied with our love making. I also got more impatient with him, especially if I hadn't seen Harry for some time. There were more frequent disagreements. Sometimes outright fights. My intention of teaching Frank how to satisfy me was forgotten. Frank mentioned a few times that he no longer recognized me. I brushed him off. I was now completely on commission with Margot, and was making good money. Paradoxically, now that we had more money, we argued about money more. For example, I wanted to get a new car. Frank said it was an unnecessary expense. "Frank, it's my money and I'll spend it anyway I want. I got a fairly good inheritance when Dad passed away, and I make good money now that Margot has put me on commission. I want a new car and that's the end of it." "Julie you have become a stranger to me. Maybe I'll make you quit your job," he said in a moment of frustration. "Frank I am your wife, not your child. I am an adult. You don't decide where I work," I stated, backing us both into corners from which it was impossible to retreat. I spent the night in the spare bedroom; it wouldn't be the last time. I was really pissed at him. I did go out and buy a new car. I knew that I really didn't need it, but I wasn't going to let Frank run my life. He had the gall to tell me he would make me quit my job, and I was going to show him. The fact that he was right about the car didn't even enter my mind. I didn't want to admit to myself that when I hadn't seen Harry for a while, I was a real bitch at home. Instead I blamed Frank for becoming jealous of my financial success and trying to control my life. Things went down from there. I was at fault, living my secret life, but refused to face it. Though I didn't admit it, even to myself, my affair with Harry had become more than just sex. I had developed emotional ties, and certainly a sexual need for him. I imagine this is the danger of all affairs. Something I had not anticipated, and refused to recognize or face head on. Frank wasn't extremely observant, but he also wasn't an idiot. Eventually he smelled a rat and he took steps to confirm his suspicions. He got in touch with Margot's husband, and they hired a private investigator to check up on us. One Saturday Frank came home and threw an envelope at me. "Open this and look at it Julie," he demanded, with a disgusted look on his face. "Tell me what is going on. Now" The first thing I saw were photos of me and Harry going into the motel where the auctions were held. Then photos of Harry coming out of our room, with us kissing at the door. The photos were time and date stamped. I started to cry. There was a report with dates, times and places where I had been seen with a man. This even included the small motel in the town halfway between our town and Montreal where I met Harry sometimes. Frank told me that there were also photos of Margot and Maurice. I realized then that my marriage was probably over. The consequence that I had pushed to the back of my mind and refused to face was finally crashing down on me. "I am so sorry Frank, " I sobbed through my tears, "I never planned to hurt you. I didn't think you would ever find out." I looked up at Frank's face, and saw a coldness in his eyes that I had never known existed — it was as if his soul had turned to ice. "You didn't plan to hurt me. You didn't think I would find out," he practically spat the words at me,, "like all cheaters, you're are sorry once you've been caught. But I'll guarantee that you didn't give a shit about hurting me, or that I would find out when you were getting fucked in that motel room by that piece of scum, Harry." "Please Frank," I asked, now pleading and begging for his understanding, "this had nothing to do with you. It was sex — nothing else. There was no love involved, I only love you." Frank walked over to where I was sitting and knelt down. He put his hands on my shoulders, and with a look of heartbreaking sadness, looked me straight in the eyes. "Maybe you could make me swallow that if it had been a one night slip. But according to the investigator, this has been going on for quite a while. It was a full-blown affair, and its pretty clear that you have serious feelings for this guy." His words brought home the full extent of my unfaithfulness. He was right, I had been cheating emotionally as well as sexually. I did have deep feelings for Harry. I was positive it wasn't love, but there was more than just sex. "I am so sorry Frank. I got in deeper than I wanted." Tears were flowing down my face as I tried to explain the inexplicable, "At first I just wanted a one-time fling to see what sex with another man would be like." Now I was in full confession mode, "It's been going on for a little over a year. It started the first time Margot took me to an auction. Now, I'm not sure if I can let him go. But I love you I don't want to lose you." Frank looked at me as if I were an idiot child, shaking his head before he spoke. "Julie you lost me the first time you cheated. I'll leave for a few days and I expect you to find another place to live. I'll find a lawyer and have him prepare a petition for divorce." He went upstairs to pack some clothes. I could only stay where I was and cry. He walked out of the house without even looking at me. After the divorce, I moved to Montreal and Margot joined me after selling her shop. Her husband divorced her also. I had some money from my inheritance when my dad passed away, and with Margot's experience and connections, as partners, we bought an antique and art boutique from an acquaintance of Margot's,who was retiring. Financially, the shop has been quite successful and we're doing well. Somehow, the private investigator's report was sent to both Harry and Maurice's wives. I don't know if it was Frank's doing or Margot's husband. Both wives divorced their philandering husbands. Harry's wife took almost everything from him. I saw him once more after that, just to tell him that it was over, my affair with him had been too expensive. He left town soon afterwards. He never contacted me again. Margot still sees Maurice from time to time. What is strange is after my divorce I did not date for almost ten months. I now date a bit but not very much. Not all my dates in up in bed, as a matter of fact, few do. I no longer have this craving to experience strange cocks. Then there is Margot. We share not only the business but a condo. And there are times when we share a bed — but not often. We get rid of our sexual frustrations with each other, but we both prefer men by a long shot. Frank will re-marry next month. I know the girl — she's a good woman. I'm sure she'll be a better wife than I was for him. I sincerely wish them the best. As I sat in the office reflecting on all this, there was a tentative knocking on the door of the shop. I pulled back the drape on the door, and to my surprise it was Frank, who half-smiled and gave me a little wave . We had run into each other a few times when I was back home visiting my sister. He was always civil to me, which I appreciated I unlocked the door to let him in, wondering what the problem was. He came in and it seemed natural that we hugged, as friends would. He didn't immediately remove his arms, but pulled back his face to speak with me. "Julie, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you. Seriously. In private." He seemed nervous. "Of course. Margot is out of town and we are closed for the day Frank. Come in to the office. I have coffee, or if you prefer a stronger drink." I led the way, giving him a short 'tour' of the shop as we went back to the office, where I offered him a seat. He asked for a drink, rather than coffee, which I prepared for him. "Julie, you and Margot seem to be prospering here," he commented, "I'm really impressed. And I'm glad for you." He seemed sincere, "I really am." I sensed that he wasn't here just to check up on me, and so I came right to the point. "I'm so happy to see you, Frank. But you seem a little disturbed. Is there something wrong, for you to drive all the way into Montreal? You know if there is anything I can do to help..." He looked pensively at the floor for some minutes while I waited. "Julie, I never truly understood why? You told me at the time that it was just sex with him. Was I that bad? Is my," he hesitated again, "equipment too small or something?" For the first time realized that with my actions I had directly attacked his manhood. Another consequence I had never considered. "Oh Frank, No! Get that notion out of your head. Take my word for it — I know now — your 'equipment' as you call it, is more than adequate." He looked straight at me, and I returned his stare. "Then what was it, Julie?" he said, his voice pleading to understand. This time it was I who thought for a moment before replying. "Let me explain to you in the best way I can. "Men are like cars that have engines that start right away in high gear. For a man once the desire strikes them, they are ready to go directly to the final sexual act. Of course," I joked, "men are always 'in the mood' for sex, and for them putting their cock into a hole and reaching an orgasm as quickly as possible represents a completely satisfactory sex life. "We women, on the other hand, are more like cars whose engine is cold in the middle of winter. We need time to get started and warmed up. It takes time and effort to get us 'in the mood'. "We need to be caressed, to have our body kissed, to have a man play with our breasts, sucking and licking and kissing our nipples. Before we are ready to really get satisfaction from sex, it helps to have our pussy stroked and caressed, or even better, to have a man use his mouth and tongue and fingers to bring us to the verge of orgasm before we are truly ready to have him enter us. For a woman, the foreplay — how a man teases her sexually, and elevates her sexual desire, before he actually enters her body, is far more important to her satisfaction than the size of his penis. "That, the need to get a woman sexually excited, before taking your pleasure, is what you didn't know how to do, and I was too shy to tell you once I found out." Frank was looking at me with an air of bewilderment. Even now, he had no clue. I kept going. "I couldn't bring myself to tell you or show you because I would have had to admit that I had learned the skills of sensual sex from another man. "This is quite an awakening Julie. I'm sorry. I didn't know that making love was such a complex affair. I had no idea." He had a bit of a sad look. I had tears in my eyes too. I patted the back of his hand there on the table. "Frank, honestly, I've thought about it, and the truth is we were both so young and inexperienced when we were married. Neither one of us had lovers when we were single to teach us," I laughed as small sad laugh. "It's a terrible thing that something as important as sex remained such a mystery to us, until it was too late." Frank was sitting in his chair, morosely staring into space, with a hopeless look on his face.