37 comments/ 23687 views/ 14 favorites Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 01 By: luedon In which I have a man who is not my husband in the marital bed. ***** Ahhh, bliss. Awake, just; lying peacefully on my side after a deep and satisfying sleep. Dawn is breaking outside the window, casting only the dimmest light into the bedroom. It has been a very warm night; no more than a sheet is needed for covering, and any extra warmth I might need is supplied by the body snuggled up firmly against my back. There is an arm lying loosely across my waist, which occasionally wanders up so that a hand may gently massage a breast. Then it moves over to the other one. After a while it wanders down over my tummy and fingers rake through the fur on my mound. A little while ago I had lifted my leg to allow the hard penis which had been pressing against me so insistently to find the entrance it was seeking. With my leg lowered, this ramrod is now wedged firmly within the slick walls of my vagina. All is quiet. Bliss. Then, a noise. The bedroom door opens and a figure carefully makes its way to the wardrobe and reaches inside. The wandering hand withdraws with amazing speed and the arm couldn't have vanished more completely if it had been amputated. The ramrod which had been filling me so satisfyingly shrank, turned into a marshmallow and slipped out. The body which had been pressing against me tried, not very successfully, to put some distance between his front and my back. The figure walked from the wardrobe around to my side of the bed. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "Sorry Lue," my husband said, "I forgot to get a tie when I took my things last night. I'm off now. I'll see you later this afternoon." "OK Don, seeya then." I listened to his footsteps retreating down the hall and the front door closing. Then I had a fit of the giggles. A voice behind me, "Oh Shit!" My teasing retort, "what do you mean, 'oh shit'?" I rolled over to face him, and reached down to give the marshmallow a squeeze. "Do you think he knew what we were doing?" There was panic in his voice. "I'd say he had a fair idea," I said. "When he agreed last night that he would sleep in the spare room so that I could have you in here, he wasn't thinking we needed the big bed to make space for a scrabble board." I was still teasing him. A pause, then, "yes, but we were doing it when he walked in, do you think he saw?" "I'd say he knew. And you couldn't have got much closer up behind me without putting it in." Silence, then, "Ahh Fark!" "What now?" I said. "I was in you from behind. You don't think he might have thought that I was ..." I cut him off. "Definitely not! He knows I don't do that. We tried anal once and it was a disaster. He knows how big you are, and if I won't let Don put it in there, I'm certainly not going to let you do it. Just stop worrying." I don't think he really stopped worrying, but I had other things I needed to do. "Now, I've got to finish what you started, and you can't be in this bedroom when the kids wake up. We don't have a lot of time, so on your back." I kicked the sheet off the bed, sat up and admired his muscular body. There was no part of him I hadn't seen and explored before, but little thrills shot through me every time I looked at him naked. It was a body that should have been available only to his wife, just as convention said that mine belonged to my husband, but every chance we had we absolutely smashed those conventions. He rolled over flat on his back, with his arms above his head. I leaned over and cupped one hand under his scrotum and placed the other over his flaccid penis. Rolling his testicles in their sac and squeezing his soft shaft soon brought things to life and the ramrod was on its way back to working order. I pressed it down flat on his belly and nibbled along the underside. When I released it, it stood up and I licked around the head. I loved playing with it, pulling the foreskin back hard to emphasise the ridge around the glans. It felt powerful in my hands. It would feel even more so soon, when I had it inside me. I reached across to the jar of skin cream I kept on the bedside table and scooped out a few fingerfuls. I rubbed the cream over the head, down the shaft and around his scrotum, and the ramrod grew even larger and harder as I did so. "Why are you greasing him up? You never needed it before," he said. "It's not lubricant, it's wrinkle cream," I replied. "I thought if your cock and balls were nice and smooth and free of wrinkles it would look better when you have it all on display in the locker room." I don't think he caught my weak attempt at humour, but he seemed to enjoy what I was doing anyhow. The skin cream game was one I had learned together with my husband Don. Spreading it all over his penis and around his scrotum was something we both enjoyed. Don liked the feeling of slippery hands and fingers, and I loved playing with it and knowing that it was growing into readiness to perform because of what I was doing. I'm all in favour of play-sex. Sex should be fun, as well as being an erotic experience. And there are times when I can be quite happy to just have the fun without going all the way to the mind-blowing climax. But this time I wanted much more than just sexy play. It was time. He was ready for it. I was unbelievably so. The tension inside me had been building since coitus interruptus fifteen minutes ago. If I had been slick then when he slipped out of me, I was super-wet now. I needed him back inside me. I lifted up and straddled him, reaching down between my legs to grasp his shaft and run the head back and forth within my cleft. Then I positioned it at the entrance to my vagina. I dropped down just far enough for the head to penetrate. The ridge clicked through the firm ring within my entrance. I lifted up and the ridge clicked out again. I love that feeling. It's a tease - tormenting him while I'm pleasuring myself - so I bobbed up and down several times before dropping down and taking him all the way up inside me. I wriggled my hips to and fro and side to side to get the last millimetre or two in and I sat up straight, feeling the full length of him filling my vagina. It may have been my imagination, but I was sure he was pressing into parts of me that my husband's penis had never touched. I leaned forward, draping a breast across his face. He took the nipple in his mouth and bit it. I pulled back and offered him the other one. It received the same treatment. I pulled it away too and then lay almost flat on him. I had done this once before, and that time had not quite produced the climax I had hoped for. But the feeling of control that being on top gave me was a real turn-on, and I wanted to try it again. I pushed back to get my mound grinding against him and his penis pressing against the sensitive upper wall of my vagina. I could feel pressure on my clitoris. A few minutes with just a little up and down, some back and forth and side to side, and I was on the edge. I could feel the tingling radiating from my core throughout my body. My shoulders shrugged and my legs stiffened in advance of the orgasm that would soon crash over me. He beat me to it. He had been thrusting up from below to meet my movements on top of him, then he suddenly stopped. His body went rigid and he grunted as he shot the first jet of his semen deep inside my body. Then he went wild, writhing and thrusting from underneath me as he pumped more and more up into my vaginal canal. It tripped me over the brink. My orgasms are not noisy, fortunately, but they are intense. They start with a tingling and tightening of muscles, leading to a whole-body spasm and muscular release. My husband says he has watched my toes curl when I am about to climax. My toes must have tied themselves in knots for this one. I lost track of time while my body shimmered and twisted on top of his, then we both went limp, my weight pressing down on him. Slowly I became aware that one part of him had not relaxed completely. His penis was still erect and inside me. Maybe not as hard as before, but it wasn't showing any signs of slipping out any time soon. He rolled us over so that he was on top. He drew his hips back slowly, then lowered them down again. I could feel the shaft withdrawing until only the head was inside me, then moving all the way back into what must have been a rather full cavity, what with both our juices deep inside. It wasn't long before he was back to full ramrod hardness and, incredibly, I was just as ready with my arms and legs wrapped around him and my heels digging into the back of his legs urging him to enter more deeply into my wet and willing vagina. This time I lay there and let him do all the work, and he certainly put a lot of energy into fucking me. (That is not a word I use very often, but there is no other way of describing what he was doing to me. Fuck. I was being fucked. He was fucking me - hard.) Once again I lost track of time as he pounded me into the mattress. Once again I felt the tingling of an almost-there orgasm. He groaned. I knew that signal as once again his body went rigid. This time I was there first as I went over the crest for the second time that morning. I gripped him tightly with my arms and clamped his hips between my legs. He was only seconds behind me, delivering a second load to add to what he had pumped into me the first time. After a while he rolled off me. "Wow," I said, "that was amazing." "Yes," he said, "you really are." "Not me," I replied, "it was you that did all the work the second time." "No," he said, "it was you that made me do it. It's a long time since I've come twice without de-cunting." This boy has a way with words. But I was glowing with pride, or something like it. This sexy man appreciated me as a sexy woman. I had made him come twice without de-cunting. Not only that, I also climaxed twice, something that had never happened to me before. How had it come to this? Here I was, a wife and mother, with a man who was not my husband - indeed another woman's husband - in the marital bed. But I didn't have time to think about that right now. It was almost time for the kids to wake up, and for me to return to my role as mother. "Time to go," I said. "You are supposed to be in the spare room, and I have to get the kids' breakfast." He left and I crab-walked to the bathroom, trying my best to hold my legs together to keep his semen inside me until I could get a towel and wipe myself dry between my legs. I felt no guilt. Morning glory - what a wonderful way to start the day. A year ago I was a wife and mother who, to all appearances, led a reasonably happy and rather ordinary life. What I was doing now was far from ordinary. It had been an interesting year. Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 02 The first chapter finished with: "A year ago I was a wife and mother who led a reasonably happy and rather ordinary life." But having sex in the marital bed with a man who was not my husband is far from ordinary. It was the culmination of a series of events that had started quite innocently. ***** About half a lifetime ago I was 33, Luellen wife of Donald (still am), mother of three children aged 4 to 7 (they are adults now with kids of their own). My life up to that time had mostly followed the good-girl script: Do well at school, go on to university, meet Donald and fall in love, finish uni and get a good job in a commercial laboratory, marry Don and settle down with a house and mortgage, have children and leave work to become a stay-at-home wife and mother. My sex life varied just a little from the good-girl norm. Don and I were virgins when we met, but that didn't last long. Sex before marriage was still frowned upon in the so-called swinging sixties, but many of us (most?) were at it. Don and I had a bad scare one month when my period ran late, so I made a visit to the family doctor and after a long and embarrassing interview and an equally embarrassing physical examination, I had a scrip for the oral contraceptive. Once I was safely on the pill, Don and I took every opportunity for sex we could get. These opportunities were somewhat limited before we married because we both lived with our parents, so we had to go parking and do it in a car (uncomfortable), or wait until one set of parents or the other were out to do it at home (nervously worrying about somebody coming home unexpectedly). We made up for missed opportunities in the first few years of our marriage when we had a home of our own. But like many couples, I suppose, our love-making gradually settled from the excitement of those first few years. As time went on, sex was mostly initiated by Don, with "Care for a cuddle?" Our children were planned. After a few years when we decided we were financially secure enough, I stopped taking the pill and pregnancy followed soon after. When we had three lovely kids, we decided that was enough so I went to the clinic and had an IUD inserted. Don's career progressed well, and with what we both were earning in the early years we were ahead with our mortgage payments. We decided that he could follow his dream and branch out into his own business working from home. This was also successful, so when our children arrived I was able to quit work and do the administrative work for the business so that Don could be out doing more paid time with clients. This went well for several years until the economy suffered a downturn and business fell away alarmingly. We both became worried and irritable, the love between us was getting jaded, and sex became a rarity. Don was now at home more than he was out with clients, so I decided that I would go back to work to help with the family finances and I started searching for a job. Fortunately, within a few weeks there was an advertisement for the perfect job. I applied, was interviewed and employed the following week. I became Quality Control technician in a factory, so it was back to laboratory work. What made it perfect for my situation was that it was afternoon shift, starting at 3pm and finishing at 11. I could get the kids off to school in the morning while Don was out with clients, and he could be home for them in the afternoons and evenings while I was at work. The factory was a bit distant from home, but in the afternoon there was little traffic and I could drive there in about half an hour. I did checks of raw materials first thing in the shift, and then through the evening I made several trips around the factory taking samples of each process and the finished products. Most of the time I was doing analysis and writing reports in the QC lab. There were only eighteen people on the afternoon shift, so I soon came to know everybody. Ben the shift foreman, Trevor the maintenance fitter and I were the three most senior people, there were thirteen men in production and warehouse, and two women in the packing room. At dinner time people had their own little groups sitting around tables. The previous QC person had always sat with Ben, Trevor and Ray, a process operator, so that was where I sat too. I soon became fascinated by Ray. Compared with my well-ordered life, his had been almost chaotic. He had worked on farms, prawn trawlers, fishing boats, trucks and in all sorts of labouring jobs before marrying a girl from the city, having a child and settling down in his present job. Dinner time conversations ranged over all sorts of topics, and after a few months I had learned a lot about Ben and Trevor, but they were very ordinary people compared with Ray. The new job meant that I saw much less of Don. He was often gone in the mornings before I woke up, and was asleep when I crawled into bed a bit before midnight. So our opportunities for conversation (and sex) were limited to weekends and days when he wasn't visiting clients. However, I now did have something to add to our conversations other than what the kids were doing and how the business was going. I was actually enjoying the job and it gave me something to talk about. As the weeks and months went on, Don started commenting on how often I was mentioning Ray in our conversations about my work. I explained that Ray was a rough diamond and his life experiences had been so different to mine that I couldn't help but be fascinated by him. I had been working at the factory for about nine months when it was scheduled for maintenance and upgrading, which was to be done over a long weekend. All the production people had to take the Friday and Monday off so that the maintenance crew could work unhindered for four days. Ben and Ray told me one evening that they planned to go out west to a property for the four days. They were going to camp out there and shoot rabbits. A friend of Ben's owned the farm and the rabbits were a problem. I suggested to them that they should borrow my 'car', which was actually a kombi van. It was the model with windows and seats in the back and carpet on the floor and a sun roof; an ideal vehicle for a mum to transport her kids and their friends to sporting and social events. Don had also built beds to go in the back, which we used when our family went holiday camping. I told Don about the plan and he suggested that Ben and Ray come to our place on the Friday morning, leave their car here and take the kombi. They arrived early on Friday and the three men worked together taking the seats out of the back of the van and putting the beds in. I had to go in to the factory for part of the day, so I took Don's car and left them to it. When I came home, Ray and Ben had gone and Don said "I can see what you mean about Ray. He really has packed a lot into his life. It's a credit to him that he's settled down, considering the rough start he had as a child." On Monday afternoon they brought the kombi back and Don worked with them to put the seats back in. After they had gone he said "Ray sure is an interesting bloke. And he is really shook on you." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "He talked about you all the time he was here. He hasn't had anybody like you pay any interest in him before. He thinks you're incredibly smart and you don't treat him like he is a lesser human being. And he calls you Lucy. Where did he get that from?" I told him I didn't know, it was just something that seemed to have happened. On Tuesday afternoon I went back to work. For the rest of the week the dinnertime conversation was all about rabbit shooting and how great it was that I had lent them the kombi. On Friday night, when the shift finished, Ray and I stayed talking in the car park. After a while, the security man came around and told us to leave because he had to lock the front gate. Ray suggested that we could drive down to a bushland reserve a few streets away and keep talking. I followed him there; it was completely out of the way with no traffic going by. He pulled in between a few trees and I parked there too. He climbed into the kombi and I went through and sat beside him in the back seat. We talked for a while, and then I said to him "You never told me you had been in jail. Don said you were talking about it on Monday." "No," he said, "it was juvenile detention, not jail. I was only a kid." He went on to describe the things that had happened to him when he was a young boy and the abuse he had suffered at the hands of the older boys in detention. I was really affected by his story and put my arms around him to give him a hug. Within a few moments I found myself gently kissing him. What started out from me as a sympathetic hug and a kiss turned into something more when I felt his tongue pressing at my lips. I parted them to give him entry. He had one hand pressing on my back holding me close, and then I felt the other hand moving up over my ribs to cover my breast. I was wearing my lab coat with only bra and panties underneath, and when his hand moved further and tried to make its way through the front opening of my lab coat I pulled away. "No, I think I had best go home now," I said. This had gone much further than I had intended. "OK Lucy," he said, "but can we talk some more some time? I can talk to you like I can't talk to most people. You're different. You listen and you try to understand." So it was that I found myself the following Friday night again parked between the trees in the bushland with Ray sitting beside me in the kombi. This time, he wanted to talk about me. Just as his life had been another world to me, so he had never been through anything like the education and career that I had experienced. "You brighten up the factory," he said. "You are so smart and cheerful and bright, but you're not stuck up and you don't make yourself out to be better than the rest of us. And you are so sexy." I stopped him there. "Sexy I'm not," I retorted. "I've been a housewife for eleven years and a mother for seven. Sexy gets knocked out of you after a while." "Not you," he said. "All the blokes in the factory reckon you're sexy. They have guessing competitions about what you are wearing under your lab coat." "You're joking. Last winter I even had trakky daks on to keep my legs warm. They must have seen that. Although I've got a bit less under there now," I giggled. "Well," he said, "there are a few of them who try to stand under the ladder when you climb up to the hopper, and they tell the others." I had seen them and I had ignored them as just a bunch of men doing what men sometimes do. (They would go for sexual harassment under today's laws.) "Well they won't see much," I said. "It's a long lab coat." "They are grubs. I'm not one of them," he said, "I just find it great to have you here because I think you are bright and cheerful." "And sexy?" I said. "Yes, really sexy. Here, let me show you." He took my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers. What was in there was big, and it was hard - very hard. "There, that's what you do to me," he said. Strange thoughts flashed through my mind. The first was that I was glad he was wearing work trousers. He would have been in serious pain if they were tight jeans. The second was that I had only ever been close to one penis before, and even through the fabric I could tell that this was different from the other one. The third thought was 'this is getting out of control and I should go home'. I took my hand away and drew back. "I had better go home now, it's getting late." "OK," he said, "but can we come back here sometime and keep talking?" And so it was that the two of us, Raymond and Luellen, two totally different people, commenced our regular Friday night trysts. Opposites attract, they say, and so we took those fateful steps along the pathway leading to the situation I described in the first chapter. On the way driving home my mind was in turmoil. I had no memory of the streets or traffic lights on my half-hour journey. I kept going over the things that had happened while we were parked in our bushland hideaway: His hand over my lab coat feeling my breast; my hand over his work trousers squeezing his penis. Yes. I hadn't just left my hand resting where he had put it, I had pressed down and run my fingers along it when I realised that what he had was different to my husband's. I was not completely innocent in this encounter. I hadn't felt like this since I was a teenager in my early days with Don, fumbling about and then giving up my virginity. I wasn't prepared to admit it to myself yet, but I was on a similar pathway. This time I would be giving up my marital fidelity. Extra-marital sex was still several weeks away, but my first time sex with Ray was becoming just as inevitable as that first time with Don all those years ago. My heart was still fluttering as I crawled into bed beside my husband. "G'night, Lue," a sleepy voice beside me said as I settled down under the bedclothes. Thank goodness he hadn't noticed how late I was. I lay in bed, sleeping fitfully, thinking of Ray and his words: "You are really sexy." He found me desirable. I had been transformed; from wife and mother to sexy and desirable. I had another transformation ahead of me. In a few weeks time I was to go from sexy and desirable to fantastic fuck. Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 03 Following my transformation from wife and mother to sexy and desirable (in my mind, at least), which I described in the second chapter, I had a further transformation ahead of me. ***** I was on a pathway that was headed towards an inevitable conclusion. After two Friday nights in the back of my kombi, where his hand had wandered over my breast and mine had wandered over his penis, where a sympathy kiss had turned into something much more I, Lue, had agreed to end each working week parked in an out-of-the-way bushland reserve 'talking' with Ray. As the weeks went on, we did less talking; the kissing became more intense and all limits were removed from the places where the hands could wander to. But there would be a couple of weeks delay before the real action started. At work I tried to make my contact with Ray as normal as possible. I didn't want rumours and gossip to start. At the end of our shift at 11pm, we both drove off in different directions to our homes, but on Friday nights after we were sure everybody else had gone we doubled back to our meeting spot under the trees. The week after Ray had told me that he thought I was sexy and I had felt his erection through the fabric of his trousers, I was tense and worried all through the week about what was going to happen on Friday night. However, at the start of Friday's shift, Ray wasn't there. Ben the foreman told us that Ray had phoned in saying he had to take his wife to the hospital and couldn't work this afternoon. Julie, Ray's wife, was well advanced with the pregnancy of their second child and there seemed to be some sort of problem. On Saturday morning I told Don about Julie and I phoned Ray to find out how she was. She was still in hospital. I asked Don to take care of our kids for the day and I left the kombi with him, borrowed his car and drove over to the hospital to meet Ray there and see if there was anything Julie needed. She said that she was being released soon and everything seemed to be OK now, but she was really happy to meet me because Ray had been talking about me so much. When she was discharged, I followed them home and made lunch for them and their young son. When I went out to the car to leave, Ray came with me to say goodbye. "I really missed seeing you last night," he said, "but we're OK for next Friday aren't we?" "Yes, I suppose so," I said, "but you look after Julie first. Just make sure that she is all right." Driving home I thought 'what am I doing?' I felt no serious guilt about my own situation, but this man had a son and a pregnant wife. I had taken an instant liking to Julie. She was younger than Ray and me. How would she be able to cope with this mutual crush that Ray and I had developed on each other? But the best intentions fade away where lust is involved. On the following Friday night, we were back in the kombi talking. I told Ray about my concern for Julie. He said that she didn't suspect anything and anyhow what we did in our relationship didn't have to affect either his marriage or mine. I suppose I wanted to believe that, despite how silly the idea really was. It was time to leave, and when Ray stepped out through the side door, I stepped out with him. Standing outside, I reached up and put my arms around his neck and hugged him close. A deep kiss followed, and I started to feel a tingling through my body that ignited the memory of my hand on the outside of his trousers feeling the hardness underneath. I loosened one arm from around his neck, reached down and lowered his zipper. I slipped my hand through, inside his underpants, and felt what I was searching for. Skin on skin. My soft hand on his hard shaft. "Do you want it?" he whispered. I suddenly realised what he meant and pulled my hand away. "I must go home," I said. Don was awake when I climbed into bed. "You're late tonight." I told him, honestly, that I had stayed back talking with Ray about Julie. I didn't tell him any more than that. On the following Friday night my stomach was churning as I drove to our parking spot. What I was doing was so out of character for me. It was naughty. What a silly childish word that is. But in a way, that was how I felt - like a small child about to do something naughty. Ray wasted no time after he climbed into the kombi. My lab coat buttons were soon undone and the coat front laid open. His lips were nuzzling into my neck and I felt him sucking on my skin. I pushed him away: "No love bites," I said, "I can't have any signs on me of where you have been." "Lean forward," he replied. He slipped the sleeves of my coat down my arms, reached behind me and soon my bra was gone. He slid forward off the seat and knelt on the floor between my knees. For the next ten minutes, my breasts were squeezed, massaged, kissed and licked. My nipples were sucked erect and nipped by his teeth. Then,"Lift your bum." I lifted up and he pulled my panties down and away. I spread my legs and his fingers went to my vulva. He pulled the outer lips open and leaned in. He took a deep breath, then leaned in further and licked. He slipped a finger inside me and curled it upward. I was a mental mess. How far should I let this go? And it was getting late, would my husband be awake realising that I wasn't home yet? I said "I think we should go." It broke the atmosphere and Ray drew back. "I was just getting started." "That's what I was worried about," I replied. I pulled the coat back on and buttoned up the front. I slipped my bra and panties into my bag. Ray stepped out of the kombi and I joined him for a kiss goodbye. "Maybe next time," he said. "Maybe," I replied and reached down for a squeeze over his trousers. I climbed back in and Ray closed the door. I drove home with my lab coat's coarse fabric reminding me that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Fortunately, Don was fast asleep when I slipped on a nightie to replace my coat and gently slid under the bedclothes. The next morning, Don said "Great news Lue." He had secured a contract with a client which would keep him very busy for at least the coming year. "It will need you to come back to do the admin stuff for the business." Was this what I wanted? Did I really have a choice? My first obligation was to the family, and this would not only contribute to Don's business, but I could become a stay-at-home mum again. But over the past year I had felt more like a complete woman than I had for a long time before. It wasn't only the fact that Ray saw me as sexy and desirable, it was Ben the foreman and Trevor the fitter and the other people in the factory too, who saw me as a helpful and competent QC technician. And the money I was earning was something I could point to as my personal contribution to the family. However, the decision really was an obvious one and I told Don that I would arrange my resignation next week. Then the washing machine broke. Don looked at it and said it was beyond repair. We had to replace it, so Don took the seats out of the back of the van and off we went to buy a new one. We bundled the new machine in the back and brought it home. After we had connected it up and started it on its first load, we put the old machine into the kombi and took it to the rubbish tip. Don didn't have time to put the seats back in, and said he would do it next weekend. On Monday I told Ben that I had to resign, and I could give four weeks' notice. He was disappointed, but he said he understood. Driving to and from work that week seemed strange with the kombi being more van than passenger vehicle, but ideas were starting to form in my mind. On Friday, I put a blanket and a pillow in the back and drove to work. Afterwards, under the trees, Ray opened the back door and saw the open space. Then the blanket. "Fuck me! A struggle rug." "I thought you might appreciate some comfort." I said. He took off his boots and climbed in. We lay side-by-side on the blanket; hands moving quickly to unbutton my lab coat and his shirt, unbuckle his belt and slide down the zipper. The coat, shirt and trousers were soon gone, followed by my bra and panties, then his underpants. Finally he removed my socks and I removed his. "Sex with socks is not on," he said. He was quickly back at my breasts, kneading, licking, sucking. Again I had to warn him: "No love bites." He seemed determined to mark me somehow, somewhere. Maybe it was an unconscious thing; wanting to show my husband that another man had violated his wife's body. I pushed him over onto his back. His penis stood proud. For the first time, I could see it in all its glory while I played with it. I couldn't help but compare it with the other one I knew so well. It was much the same length as Don's, but it was noticeably thicker. The big difference was the glans. The head of Don's penis was more pointed. Ray's had a broad head, wider than the shaft. I wondered if it would feel different inside me. I cupped my hand under his scrotum and rolled his testicles around in their sac. I squeezed them gently, then more firmly until he said "That's enough." I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled his foreskin back firmly. The helmet shape of his glans was emphasised by the ridge around it, and the little fraenulum web on the underside was stretched tight. I leaned over it and ran my tongue over the head and around the ridge, then flicked it back and forth over the web. I pushed his shaft down flat over his belly and nibbled along the underside. I felt under his scrotum to find the root of his penis and ran my finger up, between his testicles and pressing into the ridge containing the passageway that I knew one day inevitably would pulse as he pumped semen up and out and into my body. I ran my finger all the way up the length of his shaft, then released it to spring back to vertical. I lifted my leg over him, reached down between us and positioned his shaft along my cleft. Then I pressed down and slid back and forth along his body. "Put him in," the pleading voice came from below me. "Not tonight," I replied, "I'm not quite ready to do that yet. What do you want? Will I keep doing this until you come?" "Can I fuck your tits?" I rolled off him and lay on my back on the blanket with my head on the pillow. Ray lifted up and straddled my chest. He laid his impressive penis between my breasts. I have always considered that my breasts have held their shape rather well, considering that they have fed three babies. My husband enjoys playing with them, and Ray also seemed to be fascinated by their shape and size. He pressed them together over his shaft and settled into a steady rhythm. With my head resting on the pillow, I could look down and see the head of his penis emerging from between my breasts, then retreating and being smothered by them. It wasn't long before his movements became irregular, then he went into an ejaculation routine that I was to become very familiar with as the weeks went on. He grunted, his body went rigid and the first jet of semen shot out. It splashed just under my chin. It was quite a load. His body jerked as that first jet was followed by two more only slightly less in volume. Slowly he settled, with the last few pulses running out over my upper chest and between my breasts. I was covered with it. It was in my hair, on my cheek, my neck, chest and breasts. "How long have you been storing that up for?" I enquired. "Not long," he replied, "I told you before what sort of effect you have on me." I reached under the passenger's side front seat where I kept a couple of towels in case of need with the kids, and wiped myself down as best I could. The towel, pillow and blanket were going to have to disappear as soon as I got home. "When do we get to do it properly?" He was sitting up watching me dry off. "That wasn't properly?" I retorted. "I mean fucking. You are so unbelievably fuckable, I can't wait to do it inside you." Any other woman, hearing that said by a man, would run a mile saying "Is that what you think I am?" But at that point in my life, I thought it was praise indeed. I wanted to be seen as an unbelievably fuckable woman, not just a wife and mother. Then I made a strange decision: "I will sleep with you after I leave. I don't want to have sex with you while I'm still at the factory with all the other people." I don't know what difference it would have made. After what we had done that evening, what difference would it have made to have him ejaculate inside me rather than spraying semen over my face? But somehow it seemed different. I remember the night I had sex with Don the first time. When I went into lectures the next day I was wondering if everybody could see I was no longer a virgin. It was a silly thought, but it was nagging away. Do I look different in any way? Am I giving off some sort of vibe that other people can detect? I knew that there had been a change that couldn't be reversed. Did others know? Maybe it was a similar thought that drove me to this decision. Would everybody be able to see that I had engaged in extra-marital sex? Anyhow, the next couple of weeks passed, and the Friday nights were spent kissing and exploring each others' bodies, but I allowed it to go no further. On Monday of the last week, I booked a room in a local motel for Friday night. I told Don that the people at the factory were having a few drinks after work and that I was going to stay overnight at the motel because I didn't want to drive home affected by alcohol. I woke up on Friday with one thought running through my mind: "Tonight I will commit adultery." On my way to work I dropped in to the motel, paid for the key and told them that I would be getting in late and leaving early. I felt nervous and excited all evening but somehow I managed to do the work I was required to do. At dinnertime, we had a cake and everybody wished me well. At the end of shift a few people gathered to say their last goodbyes. Ray was there and we both tried hard to avoid eye contact, knowing what was about to happen in a motel room just a few blocks away. Soon we all departed and I drove to the motel. I was shivering with excitement as I took off my work boots and stripped off my lab coat, bra, panties and socks. I freshened up in the bathroom, which helped to calm my nerves a little. Ray seemed to be taking his time. I hoped nothing unfortunate had happened to him on the way here. I turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the main light and, naked, lay down on the bed to wait. Soon I heard his car pulling up outside. The nerves hit me again and I tensed up with anticipation. He opened the door, stepped inside and stripped off all his clothes. He said not a word - maybe he was as nervous as I was? He climbed onto the bed and held himself just a few centimetres above my body. There was no foreplay. Who needs foreplay when you have been doing what we had been doing for weeks? My legs were wide open. He reached down, ran the head of his penis along between my slick inner lips and positioned it at the opening to my very wet vagina. He slipped it in and held it there, just inside. Then he reached down and hooked his arms in behind my knees. He pulled my legs up and rested them over his shoulders. He pressed down, folding me double. Then it happened. He flexed his hips forward and thrust the full length of his penis all the way up inside me. He had mounted me. I was an adulteress. I had the penis of a man who was not my husband hard up in my vagina. He held it there. "He's in, Lucy." The first words he had spoken. I said nothing, just lying there lost in the feeling of being pressed down flat with him inside me. It was like nothing I had felt before. I had committed myself to this, and there was no turning back. There was no way I could get out from underneath him, and I certainly didn't want to. I allowed my body to relax. In this position I was his to do whatever he wanted to do to me. He drew back and thrust in again. Then again. Then he moved forward and back and side to side, pressing his shaft against all parts of my inner walls. Soon he settled into a steady thrusting rhythm, his hips slapping against my thighs. It went on and on. I was amazed by his stamina. I lost any consciousness of time or the sounds of our mating. I felt the tension rising within me and a tingling starting at my core and spreading throughout my body. My breathing became ragged and I let out a quiet Ahhh as my orgasm approached. "Yes Lucy, that's it, yes" breathed the man above me who was giving me pleasure of a kind I had never felt before. I reached the crest and went over. Climax! Then, as my orgasm gradually subsided, I became aware that he had maintained his rhythm all the way through it and was still thrusting. I had become super sensitive and wanted to push him away, but I couldn't get my arms out and around my folded legs. He stopped. He growled and his body stiffened. I felt his penis jump inside me as he pumped the first jet of semen into my vagina. This was followed by maybe five or six short hard thrusts, each delivering another jet, filling me to overflowing. He had inseminated me. My adultery was total. He slipped out of me, released my legs and rolled off. He lay beside me. "You are a fantastic fuck, Lucy. I knew you would be. A really fantastic fuck." My transformation was complete. Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 04 At the end of the third chapter I was in a motel room with a man who had told me I was sexy, and who now thought I was a fantastic fuck. Now what to do? What if my husband discovers my infidelity? ***** What Ray had done to me was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He had fucked me - there was no other word for it. It was so different to when my husband and I had sex. Ray fucked me. My husband Don made love to me. (OK. So it's a cliché. I know. But I have no better words to describe how I felt at the time.) Ray and I lay side by side for a while. I could feel myself leaking, but I didn't want to move. He had told me I was a fantastic fuck. But he had been fantastic too. I couldn't understand how he had lasted so long; long enough for me to reach climax before he did. I had never ever before had an orgasm from just having my husband's penis inside me; I always needed his fingers or his tongue on my clitoris to push me over the edge. This time I had actually felt my vaginal muscles contracting around Ray's shaft. "You lasted such a long time" I said. "That's because I stopped on the way here and jerked off. If I didn't do that I would have just stuck him in you and come, and I wouldn't have got to fuck you properly." He had certainly fucked me properly. And despite the fact that he had masturbated only minutes before, here I was filled to overflowing with his semen. I reached across and laid my hand on his penis. It was soft and I was surprised by how far it had shrunk. It had always been erect when I felt it before. But, sadly, this night had to come to an end. "You had better go, Julie will be missing you." I said. "When can I see you again?" We both rolled over to face each other. "I will see you again, but I'm not sure how or when I will be able to. Give me a call. I will be home on my own on Monday morning. Phone me then." He kissed me, then he left and I looked at the clock. 1am. I hoped Julie would be soundly asleep when he got home. I tried to sleep. The thoughts churning around inside my head kept me awake for at least another hour, but eventually I dozed off. At 5am I scrambled out of bed and showered for a long time. I paid a lot of attention to my vulva. Was I trying to scrub off any signs of my infidelity? I banished these thoughts from my mind, dressed and drove home. I surprised myself with how normally I behaved when I entered the house. I immediately went back to being a mother again. I prepared breakfast for the children and Don, and we did all the things we usually did on Saturdays, running the kids and their friends to their various weekend activities. Sunday also passed normally. Then on Monday morning Don left for work, the kids went to school and I was alone with my thoughts and wondering whether Ray would call. I didn't wonder long. The call startled me when it came. My hand was shaking as I picked up the phone. It was him: "When can I see you?" I didn't know. "Phone me again tomorrow. I'll work something out." He was impatient: "Can I come over there now?" Having him in the house would be a step too far: "No, I said I would work something out and I will. Call me tomorrow." That evening, I told Don that Ray had called and that he wanted to have a talk about Julie and her pregnancy, and that I would drive over there tomorrow night after Ray finished his shift. Don seemed unconcerned with this, saying that it was obvious that Ray valued my friendship. ('Friendship'? An hour fucking in a motel room is just friendship?) My mind was churning at the thought of what I was doing and the hormones within me were raging every bit as madly as they had when I was a teenager. The need within me had to be satisfied. I said to Don "Care for a cuddle?" He quickly responded with "That's the best idea I have heard in a long time." Within seconds we were naked and in bed. Don was lying on his front and I was rubbing his back, light fingertips first, then firmly with whole hands, then fingernails. It was our standard routine. He loves a back rub - there seems to be some sort of direct connection between his back and his penis. A few minutes work massaging his back produces a raging erection. Next it was my turn. I lay on my back, with Don nuzzling into my neck, his fingers through my hair and on my scalp. He nibbled gently on my earlobes, then moved across to kiss my forehead, nose and chin before working his way down. My breasts and nipples received at least five minutes of very close attention before he kissed his way down my tummy. His tongue explored my navel and then he continued downward. He dodged around my mound and kissed the inside of each thigh, working his way down one and back up the other to my vulva. He parted the outer labia and used his lips to tug on the inner petals. My legs were wide open now, giving him full access to my opening. He slipped a finger inside and pressed on the sensitive upper wall of my sheath. The finger withdrew to be replaced by the tip of his tongue. I was on fire. "Put it in now" I begged. Don raised himself up and moved over me. He slipped the head of his penis just inside and clicked the ridge in and out several times, then he pressed down. He supported himself on his elbows and knees while he moved within me, in and out, round and round, to and fro. It felt good. But the man between my legs was not the man between my ears. The penis in my vagina was not the penis in my mind. While Don was thrusting in and out, I was lost in the memory of Ray furiously fucking me in a motel room on Friday night. It was Ray I was responding to as I met each of Don's downward thrusts with my own needy surges upward. I was close, so close, when Don started breathing heavily and noisily. He was about to come. So was I. He did. I didn't. Don withdrew and moved down again over my body. He always took me to a climax after he had his own inside me. He again nibbled my inner labia and kept me on the brink. His tongue gently probed around and around my clitoris before he sucked it into his mouth and started a soft flicking back and forth with his tongue. This always delivered an orgasm, usually fairly intense, but this time it was explosive. I even cried out, where I am usually quiet. My body was out of my conscious control, and my legs clamped hard on either side of Don's head. I twisted from side to side, with Don trying to hang on and hold my hips steady. Luckily, I didn't do him an injury before I calmed down and relaxed my grip on his head. I lay there quietly and he moved up to lie beside me. "That was incredible." he said. "We've been missing out for a while. You seemed to be making up for lost time." We slept soundly. Don left early in the morning and I spent the day on tenterhooks. The phone call came early in the afternoon, and I told Ray that I would see him tonight in the bushland reserve. Don and I went to bed early that evening. He wanted to cuddle. I was too tense to respond with more than a goodnight peck on the cheek. After an hour or so dozing, I got out of bed, took off my nightie and replaced it with a light dress. I didn't put anything on underneath. As I crept out, a sleepy voice from the bed said "Say Hi to him from me." My stomach was churning and my heart was thumping all the way driving to the reserve. I knew what was going to happen and I really wanted it to. I pulled in to the reserve and parked under the trees. I stepped through into the back and opened the sunroof. This was an important part of my plan. Ray arrived soon after and parked beside the kombi. We sat together in the back and he looked up at the stars. "That's romantic." he said. "And practical." I replied, I'll show you soon. We kissed deeply and he slipped a shoulder strap off to give his mouth access to my breast. Soon after I had his trousers down around his knees. "OK" I said, "Now I want to try something." I climbed up and knelt with my knees apart on the seat. I leaned over the back. "Can you stand behind me? That's why I opened the roof." He quickly caught on to the idea and stood up, his head out in the night air through the sunroof. Everything was at the right level. He lifted my dress and slipped into me easily from behind and started thrusting. It was sexy, it was fun. But somehow it was not really the orgasmic experience I had hoped for. "No, that's not working." I said. He pulled out, grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. I turned around, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. I sat on the seat and he knelt on the floor between my knees. I slid forward to the edge of the seat and he was soon back inside me. He gripped me close, crushing my breasts against his chest as he rammed into me. He settled into a steady rhythm and I felt the tension rising inside me. He must have felt my approaching orgasm as well. He slowed his rhythm, then three hard thrusts: "Yes Lucy - Yes - Yes" as his climax hit. And so did mine. For the second time in my life my vagina was filled with the semen of this man who was not my husband. I sat there on the seat kissing him and holding him close, feeling him go soft inside me. I knew I had to have him again soon. "Maybe one morning when I am home by myself." I said in response when he asked the question. "Leave it a couple of days and call me when I know what is happening." We both left and went home - him to his wife and me to my husband. Surely they must suspect something by now? We were playing with fire - how long would it be before we went up in flames? On Wednesday night, Don and I put the kids to bed, watched a bit of television, then went into the bedroom. We lay back in bed and talked about my friendship with Ray; about how in a way I rather missed being at work in the evenings and how good it had been to see Ray again last night. Don said "Have you had sex with him yet?" I was dumbstruck! Had he realised what I had been doing? I tried to think of something to say. I couldn't. But I didn't need to. Don continued: "Because if you haven't, I think you should." "What? Why is that?" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked. How could a man possibly suggest that his wife should have sex with another man? "Because if you don't, you will never know what might have happened. It's just so obvious that you want to, and if I say you can't will you do it anyway?" I lay there and stared at the ceiling. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't possibly answer that question. It was already too late. Twice too late. He continued: "You're a free person and I can't control what you do just like you can't control what I do." Don seemed to have worked it through in his mind and he had come to his own conclusion. There was no wavering in his voice. "And what if you decide not to have sex with Ray because I told you not to? What then? Will you have to stop seeing him altogether? I couldn't possibly live with you resenting me because I stopped you." "And what will happen if you do have sex? You will still be you and I will still love you. I hope it won't become so serious that it takes you away from me and the kids, but it will eat away inside you and it will be more likely to take you away if I say you can't do it." We both went quiet after that, each lost in our own thoughts until we eventually went to sleep. On Thursday, Don was home for the day. I was apprehensive all through breakfast. I knew I had to say something. After the kids had gone and the morning things were all done and out of the way, I said "Don, we need to talk." We sat in the lounge room facing each other and I told him everything. I told him about the nights in the kombi. I told him about the motel room and the first time I had let Ray go 'all the way'. I even told him about Tuesday night back in the bushland reserve. He was completely unfazed by my confession. He asked "Do you love him?" I said I didn't know. I was confused about what it really was. It was a love of sorts, I suppose - it had been slowly building up since my fascination with Ray on first meeting him a year ago. Had fascination just turned into infatuation? Who knows where the lines are drawn between fascination, infatuation and love? Don said "I see no reason why somebody can't love two people, so long as the love for one doesn't take away from the love for the other. Love's infinite, it's not just a pint pot, and you of all people have plenty of it." He was always supremely rational, thinking everything through to what he saw as its logical end. He even saw advantages to himself in this incredible situation. "Lue, if what you are doing means that we have more nights in bed like Monday, I won't complain." I took courage in both hands: "Can I see him tomorrow night?" I was asking permission! He said that of course I could, so I pushed it to the limit: "And will you take the seats out of the kombi to give us space? . . . Please?" I was begging. I went down on one knee and put my hands together in a mock pleading gesture. He laughed at me. "A cuddle first, then I'll take the seats out." We went into the bedroom, stripped off and made beautiful love - even better than Monday night. Afterwards, we lay side by side in the bed. Don lifted up on one elbow and looked at me. "Were you thinking of Ray while you were doing it with me?" I couldn't lie: "Yes, a bit. I'm really really sorry Don, I just can't help it. But I didn't do it as much this time as I did on Monday. Maybe it will go away after a while." "I'm not complaining. If it stays as good as this, you can think of him all you like. Letting him have half of you has given me a wife who is twice as sexy and twice as exciting as she used to be." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. "OK, I'll go take the seats out." Where do you start when you try to understand a love like that? Donald has always been an extremely confident man and secure in his own skin. But surely knowing that another man has been fucking his wife and she is thinking of that other man while he is making love to her must be the ultimate test of a man's self-confidence. Don aced that test - Hons.1. On Friday night I said goodbye to Don and drove to the reserve. The struggle rug and the pillow were on the floor. Ray kicked off his boots and climbed in to the van and we lay together while I told him about what Don had said. I wasn't sure if he believed me so I said "It was Don who took the seats out. He did it because I asked him to. He knows why I wanted them out." It wasn't long before we were naked and exploring each others' bodies. It was like the last time we had this much space on the floor of the van, but this time he pumped his load deep inside me, not over my face and breasts. Just like last time, I was on top moving to and fro and sliding my cleft along his shaft. This time, however, when he said "put him in" I did. I leaned forward and once again offered a breast and a nipple to his mouth. The nipple got nipped and the breast got a love bite. This time I didn't stop him. It was rare for me to be on top with Don, but here I was for the second time on top of Ray and loving the control it gave me. I leaned forward and lay flat on him, skin to skin. Our mounds were pressed together and each time I pushed back I could feel his penis dragging hard against the upper wall of my vagina. I bobbed up and down, feeling my sheath clinging to his shaft as I lifted up and it sliding back in as I dropped down. I could feel pressure on my clitoris as our mounds mashed against each other. But he climaxed early, groaning as his body stiffened. His penis jerked inside me as he pumped me full. I was almost there but not quite. I was desperate for an orgasm. I rolled off and commanded him: "Get down there and make me come." That's how I got a second love bite. He went down between my legs and sucked on the soft flesh of my inner thigh, up close to my vulva. He moved up and pushed a finger up within my vagina. Then another. He slid his thumb up along the cleft to my clitoris. Then he pressed up from inside with his fingers and down from above with his thumb, gripping my vulva and flattening my little bud. He rolled his thumb from side to side over the stem of my clitoris and tripped me over the edge. He held on and my body twisted on his hand as my orgasm swept through me. I slowly came down from my climax and returned to normal thinking. This time had been a new experience. With fucks one and two, Ray had done me. Number three was different. I was now much more than just a fantastic fuck. This time I had been in control. I had fucked him. But I was also wearing visible evidence of where Ray had been. I had allowed him to mark me. Would this be a step too far for Don? How far could a husband let an errant wife go before he said 'enough'? Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 05 In the past week I had sex three times with a man who was not my husband. I described those occasions in the last two chapters. There was more to come before it all reached its inevitable ending. After I had calmed down from fucking Ray, we lay side by side on the floor of the kombi quietly kissing. I stretched my hand down and cupped his scrotum. I rolled his testicles around. I was having fun taking them as a handful. And the thought of all the hopeful little sperm they produced swimming around inside my canal, trying to make their way further up and find an egg, only to find themselves frustrated by my IUD, was a peculiar turn-on for me. So I rolled each ball around, and I squeezed them both gently as we talked and kissed. It was Ray who called time. He had to get home before Julie realised how late it was, and so our night came to an end. Don was awake when I crawled into bed. "How did it go Lue?" I told him it was good and said that I would tell him everything tomorrow. Don had to put the seats back into the kombi on Saturday morning, so I didn't get to tell him about my night with Ray until later. When I loaded the kids in the back, I realised that I had left the pillow and the struggle rug on the floor, but they were nowhere to be seen now. A feeling of panic hit me - had the children seen them? How would I explain them to the kids? Later on Don told me that they were in the laundry and the blanket really could use a trip through the washing machine. A feeling of relief swept over me and I thanked him for removing them before the kids found them. I whispered to him that the blanket had seen good service during the evening. On Sunday night, Don and I made love. Once again, it was getting better and better. He noticed the marks on my breast and inner thigh. He laughed. "Do you think he did it to let me know where he had been? Maybe I should do the other side to send a message back to him that I have equal rights." The following week, Don had an interstate trip that kept him away overnight on Tuesday. I told Ray that if he could come over to our house on Wednesday morning after I got the kids off to school, I would be very happy to entertain a visitor. It was the era when shag pile carpets were very fashionable. So, as I wasn't yet prepared to 'entertain' him in the marital bed, and as the shag pile carpet in the lounge room was quite comfortable, we did it on the floor. I told Don when he came home that evening. His only concern was that we shouldn't do anything that might be seen by the neighbours. I assured him that there had been no public displays of affection. Julie was due to give birth, and Ray had arranged a week off work to be with her. She went into labour very early on Saturday morning and Ray took her to the hospital. I picked up their son and took him to stay with Julie's parents for a few days. Julie suffered complications with the birth and the obstetrician had to use forceps and make an incision during delivery. However a lovely little girl arrived safely, so Ray and Julie now had a pigeon pair. Back at the hospital on Saturday afternoon, I suggested to Ray and Julie that Ray should come and stay with Don and me until Julie was discharged from hospital. He would at least get decent meals that way. We collected his things from their house and drove home. We had dinner together and I put the kids to bed. Our conversation afterward was strange. We talked about the baby, we talked about working in the factory, we talked about Don's business. We even talked about politics! We didn't talk about what Ray and I had been doing together. I set up the spare room for Ray, and went in there to kiss him goodnight. Our hands wandered a little, but I felt that I shouldn't stay there too long and went back to the main bedroom where Don was already in bed waiting for me. "A bit of a funny night," he said. "He's a bit tense being here and knowing that I know about your relationship. I think he expects me to suddenly tell him to get out and leave you alone." We snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep. On Sunday Ray and I went over to the hospital and spent most of the day visiting Julie and the baby. When we returned we had dinner, and I put the kids to bed. We sat talking for a while and then, while Ray was out of the room, I went over and sat on Don's knee. "Could I have him with me in bed tonight?" I whispered. "Would you take the spare room so we can have the big bed?" Ray came back into the lounge room. Don nuzzled into my hair and whispered in my ear. "OK, you can be his for tonight." Then a low chuckle. "But I will want you to make it up to me all next week." Don stood up and went into our bedroom to get his clothes for Monday morning. He had an early appointment with a client. I told Ray to go to the main bedroom while I went to the spare room to get his things and kiss Don goodnight. Don was in his pyjama pants and sitting on the bed. I sat beside him to give him a kiss. He pulled me in close to make it a deeper kiss than I intended. He put a hand on my knee and started to slide it up my leg under my skirt. I stopped him and said "No, please, not tonight. I can't really do this with you when I am going to be with him." "OK" he said, disappointment in his voice. "Tonight you're his." It was the first hint of disappointment I had heard from Don. I stood up and Don said "Enjoy yourself. I want to hear all about it tomorrow afternoon." I left him and went to join Ray. This was yet another step into territory where I hadn't been before. I was about to have sex in the marital bed with this man, while my husband was in the next room. I pictured in my mind Don lying there as quietly as possible, on the other side of the wall, straining his ears to hear any sounds of the mating he knew would be happening in the bed his wife normally shared with him. But the lust bubbling around inside me soon pushed aside any misgivings I may have had. When I went into the bedroom and closed the door, Ray was sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his clothes. "He's OK, you don't need to worry." I said as I pulled off his T-shirt top. "Stand up" and I removed his jeans and underpants. Then I stripped off my own clothes and we lay together on the bed, kissing urgently, holding each other close, rolling from side to side and rubbing our bodies against each other in every way possible. He released me and I rolled onto my back. His hands and mouth went to my breasts, and I knew I would be wearing several new marks in the morning. Then a hand wandered down over my tummy and he pressed the palm firmly over my mound and curled his fingers around over my labia and between my thighs. I eased my legs open and a finger slipped in between my moist lips and dipped into my well-lubricated vagina. He twirled the finger around, spreading the wetness all over my entrance. He rolled me onto my front and lifted my hips so that I was kneeling, bottom up and my head down resting on a pillow. "Knees apart" he said and I eased them open to give him access from behind. He reached around underneath me with one hand, cupped my mound and massaged my vulva with his fingers. With the other hand he guided his penis into my vagina. He rammed it all the way in, his hips slamming against my bottom. He pushed me forward, burying my face in the pillow. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me back firmly against him. Then he started a hard, rhythmic thrusting, slap - slap - slap against me. It worried me that Don must have been hearing the thumping of the bed against the wall. After a short time, I said "You on top." Doggie style sex is not my favourite. It always seems impersonal to me; the woman in a submissive position with her head down and bum up, offering the man rear access and perhaps even a choice of anus as well as vagina to penetrate her body. Face to face and skin to skin is personal, sensual and much more satisfying. So that's what we did. I flipped onto my back, spread my legs, and he was quickly back in. He resumed his rhythmic thrusting from above and I responded by pushing up from underneath. We were soon both panting from our exertions. Then I heard the familiar grunting and groaning telling me that I was about to be pumped full. I grabbed him and held him as I too climaxed, crying out as my body bucked uncontrollably below him. Slowly we both calmed down and lay still, Ray holding himself just above me as his penis softened. He rolled off and said "Not bad eh?" "Yes," I whispered. "But we were pretty noisy. Don must have heard us. I wonder what he is thinking." We drifted off to sleep, holding each other close. How we woke up on Monday morning is described in some detail in Chapter 1, so I won't go over it again other than to say that the morning glory was even better than the evening delight. It also turned out to be the last time Ray would fuck me. Ray and I visited the hospital during the day and that evening he slept in the spare room. Don and I snuggled up together in our bed. We talked quietly about what had happened the night before and laughed about Don walking in that morning. But we didn't make love. Somehow it wasn't something either of us wanted to do while Ray was in the next room, possibly listening. Don said it had been a peculiar feeling for him hearing me with Ray, but he didn't want Ray to hear me being intimate with him. I said to him that he had sounded a bit disappointed last night when I left him to go to bed with Ray, and that I hadn't intended to make him jealous in any way. He said that he would never be jealous, but he was envious. Jealousy would say that he didn't want me to be giving myself to Ray, but he was quite happy for me to be doing that. But he did envy Ray's ability to turn me on and would have loved to be able to do the same. He said it was obvious that what Ray and I had together was new; it was fresh, thrilling and intense. There was no way he could compete with that, and he didn't see himself in competition with Ray anyhow. It was never his intention to try to win. "But I don't intend to lose, either." Don said it was a bit difficult for a couple who had been together for fifteen years to match that level of excitement. But he believed that the way he and I had grown together over those years had its own kind of magic. What we had was worth hanging on to. He didn't want to lose it and he hoped I didn't either. I told him I definitely didn't want to lose it, and I loved him now more than ever. A year ago, I mightn't have said the same thing. What we had at that time was a marriage that was going stale, and then our financial situation had made it worse by making us both irritable and difficult to live with. The astonishing thing was that my actions hadn't destroyed our marriage altogether. With any other man, it probably would have. How could I not love him? Donald was guided by what he called the seagull philosophy: "If you love something, set it free. If it's yours it will come back to you. If it doesn't, it never was." (He was heavily into the writings of Richard Bach, who had published Jonathan Livingston Seagull several years earlier.) I thought over what he had said. Despite everything, despite my self-centred behaviour, my husband still loved me. He had allowed me to be free, but he expected me to come back. And I knew I had to. On Tuesday, Ray and I collected Julie and the baby from the hospital and brought them home. We had decided that they should all stay overnight and Ray would take them home tomorrow. When we collected them I looked at the little newborn. She was gorgeous, lying in her capsule on the seat between her mother and father in the back of the kombi. And her father could never lose her, even at that early age she had his eyes and mouth. It confirmed what I already knew - this had to be the end. I couldn't continue this affair, and Ray shouldn't continue it. He had to be a dutiful husband to Julie and a proper father to his son and daughter. I told him that during the afternoon when we had a few moments alone. He said he had already realised it too and had come to the same conclusion. He said "OK. It was fun while it lasted." I thought: 'Maybe it was just fun for you, although I hoped you might have seen it as a bit more than that.' But regardless of how he saw it, it was a lot more than that for me. For me it had been a life-changing experience. I had learned quite a bit about myself, and I had learned even more about my husband. Straying from the path of righteousness had ended up being good for me. I could be all those things I had experienced: A wife, mother, sexy, desirable, and even a fantastic fuck. Could I have learned that without taking the freedom to stray? I doubt it. But what cemented my learning was Don granting me permission to continue enjoying the freedom I had so selfishly taken. What do you call what he did? Tolerance? No, he didn't just tolerate what I was doing. He encouraged it; setting me free to learn things that would now enrich our marriage. That evening we had dinner and put Julie and the baby to bed in the main bedroom where they had space in the king size bed. The eldest of our children had chosen that night to occupy the spare bedroom, so Don, Ray and I set up blankets and pillows on the lounge room floor. I was in the middle, with Ray on my right and Don on my left. Don had been very busy for the past couple of days and soon dropped off to sleep. Ray whispered "How about a bit of goodbye nookie?" "Yeah, OK. Quiet and no moving." I whispered back. We wriggled out of our pyjamas as quietly as we could and he moved over on top of me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. He reached down and slipped it in. It was firm enough, but not hard. He eased his hands under me and gripped my shoulders. He kissed me, open mouthed. We just lay there. What we had was an extremely close hug; definitely not a fuck. A man and a woman couldn't get physically closer to each other: Tongue in mouth, chest flattening breasts, skin to skin contact all the way down, penis in vagina, arms and legs gripping each other. We stayed there together for a long time, breathing gently and mouths the only moving parts as we kissed. Strangely, I thought it was a nice way to bring it all to an end. A bit more than just a farewell kiss on the cheek seemed appropriate after the intensity of what we had been doing. Tomorrow he would take his wife and baby to their home and be a husband and father. Tomorrow I could become a full-time wife and mother again. And so it ended. It had been twelve weeks since that first night 'talking' in the back of the kombi van. Twelve weeks at the culmination of a year that changed my life. The next morning, as Ray and Julie drove away, I turned to Don and said "It's over." "I had a bit of an idea that it might have been. What brought it to an end?" "Neither of us needs it any more. We did our goodbyes last night while you and Julie were asleep." I said. "Are you sure you don't need it? You have been so alive. I would hate us to just go back to how we were before." He sounded almost disappointed that I had confirmed what he suspected. "No, that's it". And it was. And no, we didn't just go back to how we were before.