Faithfully Unfaithful (2 page)

I put on my robe and opened the door to two of the workmen. I made a pot of tea and cleared up the debris of our morning meal while chatting about the work they were doing on the house. After pouring their tea, I showed them into the living room.

“Do make yourselves at home,” I said.

They took me at my word and immediately began flicking through the TV channels (typical!) making their final selection having arrived at a programme showing a young girl modelling lingerie. Her image filled the screen, turning this way and that while the presenter discussed the intimate details of her underwear. Of course, the two men were highly amused, making the sort of comments you would expect, bawdily discussing her figure and the sexy undies.

“Do you wear stuff like that?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Are you wearing it now?” asked the other, even though my thin robe announced the answer.

“Yes,” I said and slipped off my robe and exposing my own lingerie, nipples protruding a little through the lace of the bra.

Initially, they were silent and still, as if frozen.

I licked my lips for effect and because I was nervous, but kept my thoughts focused on how pleased you’d be when you arrived home, and I shared that escapade with you. So I put the jitters out of my head and gazed expectantly at the elder of the two.

He needed no further enticement, getting to his feet he closed the distance between us and kissed me hard on the mouth, his rough skin scratching my smooth, soft face, hurting me. Lovely! My darling, you know how I appreciate a bit of rough, he smelled of paint thinners and freshly cut wood, a heady mixture sexier than any aftershave I’ve ever smelt.

Meeting his tongue with mine in encouragement, I allowed him to stroke my breasts, aiding his fingers downward to feel my cunt through the flimsy cloth of my panties. It hardly needs mentioning that he found me wet and willing, and emitted a long moan, my thoughts racing toward you sent another rush of lust fuelled moisture onto his fingers. I was desperately excited by the proximity of strangers, and the thought of how charmed you’d be, as well as the vision of the younger of the two watching from the sofa, his heavy breathing mixing with the sounds of my pairing with his workmate.

The man reached behind me and undid my bra, sliding it off my shoulders, and dipping his head a little, suckled at my breasts, concentrating on my nipples, which sent tingles buzzing through me, spinning my senses. Pushing against me, he urged me backwards, so we ended up standing extremely close to the sofa where the other man waited. As the older man continued to work on me, the youngster found his courage and started stroking my thighs just above the stocking tops. The soft, pliant area of skin that you refer to as the ‘giggle zone’, because you always say if you get that far you’re laughing!

The seated man slipped his hand into my panties and put a finger inside me before searching out my clitoris while the other continued sucking hard at my breasts and nipples. My darling, in no time at all I was on the verge of orgasm.

The two of them half pushed half pulled me onto the sofa and released their cocks; I delighted in sucking one man and opening my legs wide allowed the other full access to my cunt. To my joy, he expertly sucked and licked me to the edge of reason, eventually pulling away and replacing his mouth with his cock, sliding effortlessly into me, moving deeply and slowly, while I gobbled on his friend.

After a few minutes, they swapped, the man who had been in my mouth filled my cunt while I encased the other with my lips, tasting my own musky juice. The man now in my cunt wasn’t as large as the first, his cock had been easier to suck but didn’t feel as good inside me; he fucked me until he ejaculated at the same time as the one in my mouth released a gush of cum into the back of my throat. Although I had been close to orgasm all that time, I didn’t come, my darling; I rarely do, as you know.

Having had their fill, they scrambled to dress and leave. I wrapped my robe around me before seeing them out. I’m sure you’ll be overjoyed to read that I serviced them daily for the duration of the building work next door, which lasted more than six weeks. On their last day, they brought a third man with them, he didn’t want to take part in fucking but got off on watching them pinning me to our living room and screwing me. Perhaps I should have taken them to our bed too.

Never mind, my darling, don’t be disappointed, I’ve ensured that our bedding has been regularly soiled with the ejaculate of men other than you. Do you want to hear more about them?

Friday 18
^th
March

Oh Darling, aren’t you elated that you have a whore for a wife?

Not long ago when I was in town I ran into one of our mutual friends, do you remember Malcolm? Rotund Malcolm?

Well, he hasn’t lost any weight. I suspect that he must be at least twenty stones. Anyway, we got chatting, and I discovered that he was at a loose end, having been off work for some reason or another, which to be honest, didn’t interest me.

I had this sudden urge to find out what it would be like to sit astride his enormous bulk and bounce up and down on his cock. Knowing that you’d love hearing about it next time we made love, I invited him over for coffee. He followed me home, parking openly in the drive. His car was an upmarket, new model, and he seemed immensely proud of it. Although it was a hot day, he wore a long sleeved shirt and a jacket with his jeans. I found it somewhat endearing but he was perspiring a great deal, so as soon as we got indoors, I went to the kitchen and fixed us both a cold drink.

Taking the pitcher and glasses out onto the patio where I’d directed him, I found him standing, staring at the garden daydreaming.

“Penny for them,” I said.

I know it wasn’t terribly original, but it seemed appropriate at the time.

“Oh, I was just wondering what it’d be like to fuck you,” he replied, quite unashamedly.

I must say that I was somewhat taken aback, I honestly didn’t have a clue what he was going to say because there hadn’t been an underlying atmosphere; nevertheless, it was the answer I’d hoped for.

“How lovely,” I said, “because I was considering the same about you. Would you like to come upstairs?”

Of course, he would.

My darling, I thought his massive body would break our lovely bed.

I swiftly stripped. Naked, I opened his fly and without further preamble, rolled on a condom (one of yours, darling) and lowered myself onto his cock. I actually couldn’t be arsed with foreplay, I simply felt like a fuck, and I knew he did too.

His cock was small, and his stomach was monumental, but he was very hard, so I rode him, bouncing away on top of him until he filled the rubber. I carefully lifted myself off, but the condom came away with me, spilling his seed all over our sheets, I didn’t wash them, darling; I knew you’d enjoy sleeping in dirty bed linen, so I left them for a few days.

Malcolm and I won’t repeat our little session; I could tell that he felt instantly guilty about Maureen as soon as he’d had his orgasm, (!) He couldn’t get out of the house quick enough, the wheels of his precious car messing up the gravel as he exited our drive. I must say that it’s a wonder the suspension hasn’t given way.

Silly sod.

Still, I’ll bet he fantasises about me every time he sweats his way to orgasm with Maureen.

And it’s another little story to add to our ever-growing collection.

It’s so liberating that you delight in my infidelity.

Monday 21
^st
March

Sweetheart... I know I’m a fair bit younger than you, darling, but I honestly love you.

Most of the time I carry on as I do because I know it pleases you.

With springtime just around the corner, I thought I’d ring the chimney sweep, what do you think, darling? I know he’s incredibly old, probably older than we two put together! His hands never look clean, well they wouldn’t, would they? Imagine how the ingrained coal dust on his gnarled old hands would look like against the porcelain of my skin. I’d invite him in, let him sweep the chimney first, it needs doing, so I would be practical, darling. He brings his own clean sheets, lays them over our furniture to protect it, and gets on with the job.

Most of the time he simply uses that vacuum thingy, but I do love it when he pushes the brush all they way to the top and out of the opening, I always think of that song
‘good luck will rub off...’

I’m sure it will be good luck for us. I’d wait until he’s packing his things away, but before he removes the sheets, he’s personable and always has a twinkle in his eye. I know he fancies me, I’ve seen the signs. I can see him trying to decide whether I’d be up for it. No doubt, he’s heard the gossip in the village. O yes! My darling, I know they talk about me, why not? I expect that many villagers feel sorry for you, living with a whore, not realising that to all intents and purposes, it is you who feeds my behaviour.

I digress… Let’s get back to my story about the sweep. I would give him a little peek of what he can expect, I’d put on that dainty dress you like, the one which barely covers my arse, the pretty print with sweet sleeves. I’d be naked underneath and barefoot, making sure I bent down in front of him, exposing my shaven cunt from behind, displaying my rich red lips beneath my smooth, round bottom.

“I’m too old for you.” Would be his only words ahead of pushing me face down onto our sheet covered sofa, dropping his trousers and wanking his flaccid cock over my arse cheeks.

I’d steal peeks over my shoulder, watching him masturbate until he achieves a semi-hard whilst rubbing my arse and fingering my cunt. After what will seem like an eternity, he’ll stop and tuck his cock back into his pants.

“Thank you, my dear, you look darned pretty. I’m sorry I can’t get properly erect now, but I still enjoyed it. I’ll send your husband my bill,” he’ll say, looking at my little dress.

Stowing the sheets into his bag, he’ll see himself out.

Afterwards, I’d lie on our sofa, spread my legs wide into their natural position, I’m sure they’ll have to bury me in a vee shaped coffin my love! I’d toy with my cunt, stroking my soft shaven outer lips and dip in for a feel of the silky inner lips, tweaking my clit, fingering my hole while anticipating your homecoming and a share in my latest anecdote.

Your pleasure is my pleasure, my own tender, darling.

Thursday 31
^st
March

My Dear Husband... Naturally, I’m not unfaithful to you only with men.

You know I attend the gym regularly. I enjoy all the classes and love having a swim before I leave. Last time I went, do you remember I came home to find you already here, having come back early from work. I think you do it on purpose in the hope that you’ll catch me having sex, surprisingly, so far, you never have, have you?

Anyway, that day I’d been to my class and had a welcome swim afterward.

I’d just gone into the changing rooms and stripped off my wet costume, you know how I hate the smell of chlorine; it’s one of the things I detest about the pool, I always shampoo it off immediately. I normally use a cubicle and close the door, but the place was deserted so I didn’t bother, preferring the spacious communal shower area where the water is constantly running. I left my costume pooled at my feet while I washed.

Having soaped my body, I heard the main door to the changing room open and close, and turned around to see one of the aerobics instructors. She’s supremely fit, in every sense of the word. There is hardly a spare ounce of flesh on her body, quite a contrast to Malcolm I can tell you that my dear. In spite of her slim frame, she has lovely breasts, largish, but perfectly shaped. I’m quite envious if I’m honest. Sometimes I think mine are too large, I know that as I get older, gravity will do things to me that will be most unkind, unless I get them fixed.

Back to the present, or in this case, the recent past.

She crossed the room nodded briefly in acknowledgement before slipping effortlessly out of her costume and ducking under the cascading water. Having caught me staring, she said hello and asked to borrow my body wash. I think my jaw must have dropped open; I know I was gazing at the golden triangle between her legs as if mesmerised because it is imprinted on my memory like a brand.

“Do you like pussy?” she said.

A heartbeat passed.

“Yes,” I replied.

“So do I. Shall we take them in there?” She pointed to one of the small cubicles.

“Yes,” I said again. Honestly, darling, I think the cat had taken my tongue.

Obviously, we weren’t so blatant that we wanted to risk discovery, so we slipped into the cubicle she selected.

“You first. Sit down and part your legs.”

I did so, perching on the hard wooden bench, the uncomfortable seating quite painful beneath the tender skin of my arse.

I opened my legs.

The feeling of liberation as the air reached my exposed slit was glorious, I felt as if I’d died and gone to heaven.

That splendid woman got onto her knees between mine and buried her lovely face into my cunt. She licked and fingered me to a fantastic orgasm, which as you know, darling, isn’t easy.

Of course, I returned the favour, we swapped places, and I licked her fragrant little cunt, bringing her off twice, while she stroked my head, hardly making a sound. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, but I felt her trembling softly beneath my tongue and fingers, so I kept going until she pulled away from me slightly in a clear signal to stop.

We went back into the shower area afterward to finish washing, and after dressing, we swapped numbers and parted. I will see her again, darling, I rather like her. I’m sorry that you won’t be able to join in, but you enjoy mystery, and in any case, she’s a lesbian, so she won’t be game for a threesome.

I’m quite looking forward to seeing her again. There’s something about having another woman eating at my cunt, just she and I, which is quite sublime. I’m sure you understand, darling, and I rather think my phone will melt from the heat generated by hot, sexy texts that you and I will read avidly together.