A Fair Exchange

A FAIR EXCHANGE.

Let me give you a little background to this story. My name is Josh and at the time this tale began I was technically still married to Donna, although she had left me several months previously citing my unfaithfulness. She had always been jealous and possessive and because my profession as a landscape gardener regularly brings me into contact with other women at their homes she was always suspicious, repeatedly accusing me of having it away with one customer or another. None of it was true of course, I had never cheated in twelve years of marriage, but it meant that I spent my life worrying about every contact I had with a good looking woman. This time Donna had simply walked out, telling me that she had proof now, which confused me even more as that just wasn't possible, and then she blocked my calls and moved away without telling me where she'd gone or anything. All I could do then was to wait for the promised divorce papers, I was feeling angry and confused of course, but also unexpectedly and strangely relieved that it was all over and I would no longer be looking over my shoulder all the time. After a while I realised just how much stress I'd been under and how much I was enjoying her absence.

All that is relevant to this story as you'll see, but the tale itself first began to unfold when I was angrily knocking on the door of one of my competitors one Thursday evening. I'd been told that he'd been telling lies about me and I needed to know if it was actually the case.

The door was answered by his wife, Ashley, and that brightened up my day a little bit because she is stunningly beautiful with long dark hair, deep brown eyes and a figure to die for, all nicely filled out with curves in all the right places. She favoured me with a genuinely happy to see you smile and led the way into her lounge, asking me if I'd like a coffee and telling me that Troy was out playing pool with some friends and wouldn't be back for a while. I accepted if only to give myself the chance to cool down in friendly company instead of going back and sitting at home simmering with rage. While we weren't particularly close friends at that time Ashley and I knew each other reasonably well, mainly because Troy and I are both in the same line of work and that brings us into contact. She'd always been sociable with me, even a little flirtatious at times (which had annoyed my jealous spouse no end) but she'd never made any out and out overtures to me. For my part I'd fancied her ever since meeting her for the first time, but being married had made doing anything about it out of the question. At least she was friendlier than her usually morose husband, who often tried to belittle me. I think he didn't like the fact that I'd generally been more successful in business than he had, but that was his problem.

The layout of their lounge had a three seater sofa and a single armchair at right-angles to it. The armchair was obviously Troy's chair and so I wasn't particularly concerned when Ashley sat next to me on the sofa, at least not at first. But then I noticed that her legs were slightly parted so that one was in contact with mine, not actually pressed against it but still making a noticeable and very pleasant connection. She was busy chatting inconsequentially and so I thought nothing of it, just enjoying the coffee and the company. However as time went on I began to suspect that it was intentional because the contact became firmer until there was definitely a deliberate pressure. I had no idea what that was about, she was still chatting and apparently not noticing, and so I still let myself ignore it. But soon the contact became too firm to be anything but intentional, there was no way anyone could accidentally press their thigh against another like that and not notice, the problem was that I didn't know quite what to do about it. I knew what I wanted to do about it, Ashley was a very attractive woman, but there was always the chance that what I was thinking was not the same as what she was. In the end I came up with the idea of placing my hand on my own thigh just next to Ashley's leg, so that any further movement would bring her thigh into contact with my fingers. She'd certainly notice that, she was only wearing a light summer dress, and if she moved away then I could take it as accidental, but if she didn't, well then I'd know exactly what was on her mind.

Sure enough, she moved her leg a little closer and the backs of my fingers rubbed against the side of her thigh. That was deliberate, there was now no doubt that in some strange way Ashley was coming on to me and I could feel my cock reacting as only it knew how. I figured that now was the time to make my own very careful advances, and so I moved my hand and placed it firmly on her leg but over her dress, looking at her face as I did so. That would have been out of the question before my wife moved out, but now I could let some of my feelings show. Ashley didn't directly return my gaze at first, in fact she was still telling me about the keep fit class that she'd started attending and she carried on speaking without missing a beat. Not that I was listening very closely by now.

It was another minute or so before she made any definite response, waiting perhaps to see if I'd become more adventurous without encouragement, but I wasn't going to do that. I was ninety-nine percent sure she knew what she was doing, but I've become a careful man after having had to deal with a jealous wife for all these years, and so the ball was left firmly in her court. Her response, when it came, was a clever one, she put her hand further up her leg from my hand and began to gently pull on her dress, dragging it out from under my fingers without acknowledging me in any way. My hand was now resting on her bare leg, her warm flesh feeling so damn inviting under my fingers. Now, finally, she had stopped chatting and was looking down at my hand as if wondering what I intended to do. Charade time was over and we both knew it.

I began to run my hand slowly up and down her bare leg, but only as far as the hem of her dress, not going too far as I was still feeling just a tiny bit unsure. Her reaction was to pull her dress slightly further up, just another inch or so but it gave me a little more leg to explore. Then as I followed her hem she pulled it just a little more so that I was stroking more and more of her leg. I looked at her face, seeing her regarding me with a tiny smile and faint look of encouragement. This time I didn't wait for her to pull her own dress out of the way, I slid my hand right up the length of her thigh and under her hem until I found the edge of her panties. I must admit that I hesitated there, just to make sure my hand was welcome, and then I moved it across over the top of her panties until it rested on her pussy. My god, that felt wonderful, the softness and the warmth of her most intimate parts came through the cotton, making my heart beat faster and my breathing become heavier. I fondled her through her panties, not quite sure how far she would let me go, or for that matter, how far it was safe to go with her husband only at the local pool hall. But Ashley had no such qualms, she shuffled down her seat a little so that she could spread her legs wider, showing me her tiny pink panties, and then looked directly and sexily at me.

'I want you.' She said, quietly voicing her purpose.

'And I want you.' I replied truthfully, feeling my cock endorse my answer by twitching inside my jeans. Any thought that I would be making my wife's suspicions come true never entered my head. In any case it was far too late to even think about wanting to rescue my marriage, that was already dead and I'd been celibate for far too long. I caressed her through her panties for another minute or so, and then I found a way under them so that I was finally touching her pussy. She sighed and spread her legs even further so that I could play with her properly. I wondered if I should take her panties off, but I figured she'd let me know when the time was right and so I fondled and explored her, sliding two of my fingers between her pussy lips in search of her clitoris. And that was when the doorbell rang.

'Shit.' I uttered the word as I guiltily pulled my hand away in case it was Troy, forgetting for the moment that he would have walked in without needing to ring the bell. Ashley jumped up and marched off to answer the door, irritation and frustration clear on her face. I sat there while she was at the door, as frustrated as she was but taking advantage of the time to adjust my rapidly shrinking cock inside my clothing. I didn't want whoever it was to see I'd had a hard on, that would be too revealing.

Ashley returned a minute or so later followed by her double. Well almost her double, this woman was a few years older, a little taller and noticeably slimmer but just as beautiful, although her beauty wasn't exactly what I was thinking about at that moment.

'Josh.' Ashley introduced us. 'This is Carole, my sister.'

'Hi Carole, nice to meet you.' I greeted her before turning to Ashley. 'It doesn't look as though Troy will be back yet and I'm sure you sisters have a lot to talk about, so I'll be on my way. Maybe we'll meet again sometime.'

'I'd like that.' Ashley nodded, her mouth turning downwards as her eyes gestured towards her sister. 'I'll see you out.'

'Bye Carole.' I bid her a smiling farewell as I rose from my seat. Inside I was doing anything but smiling, but it wasn't her fault that she'd interrupted things.

Ashley walked me to the door and then whispered. 'I'm sorry about that, but I still want you.'

'You can always call round to my place, we wouldn't get disturbed there.' I offered quietly, turning back as I went to the door.

'Next Thursday evening, a week tonight?' She suggested, equally softly. 'Troy goes out every Thursday.'

'Next Thursday evening.' I agreed, nodding and smiling. It was a whole week away, but she'd be worth the wait.

She grinned conspiratorially and then leaned forward to place a hurried kiss on my mouth before quickly opening the door. I stepped through and turned around to say goodbye but the door was already closed. I smiled to myself and looked forward to a longer kiss next week, always assuming she meant what she said. As for Troy, if Ashley and I did get it on together I'd forget what I'd been told and count it all square, if not, well then I'd deal with him another time.

Thursday came, finally, and I settled down to wait hopefully for my visitor, remembering that we hadn't actually set a time. I just hoped it would be soon. It was only a little while later, coming up to eight, when there was a knock on my door. It was Ashley, wearing a different, but equally attractive, summer dress.

'Am I still welcome?' She asked, sounding a little nervous.

'You bet you are.' I told her. 'I've been waiting all week for this moment.'

'Good, because you know what I want, don't you?' With that she was in my arms and we were sharing that long awaited kiss. There was no hesitation, no holding back, it was a full on, open mouthed, tongue dancing kiss, with body pressed firmly against body and arms holding each other tightly together. That kiss was followed by another, equally passionate and long lasting, before I pulled back a little, still holding her in my arms, and asked huskily. 'Coffee or bedroom?'

'Bedroom.' She answered instantly and eagerly.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, turning to take her into my arms and kiss her again, but she held up her hand to stop me. I looked at her in some confusion.

'No, I've waited too long.' She announced excitedly and unzipped the back of her dress, shaking her arms to let it fall to the floor revealing her black bra and panties. Her undies quickly followed her dress to the floor and she was standing before me totally naked and looking stunning. She pirouetted, looking beautiful all the way around, smooth flawless skin and all the right curves in all the right places. I must admit that I hadn't expected things to move quite so quickly, but I wasn't complaining even when I was still standing with my mouth hanging open as she climbed onto the bed and lay out full length, her legs just far enough apart for me to glimpse between them.

'Well, don't just stand there, I want to get fucked.'

That brought me out of my daydream and galvanised me into action and within a couple of minutes my clothes had joined Ashley's pile on the floor. Then, with my cock standing proud and bobbing away in front of me I went over and scrambled on to the bed next to her. She opened her legs wide and I reached out with my hand to play with her, but she closed her legs and shook her head.

'C'mon, don't play, just fuck me.'

I'd never met anyone quite so hungry for cock or so straightforward in asking for it, but why would I worry, she spread her legs again and I rolled on top of her, reaching down to feed my cock into her very wet and wide-open pussy. I never even thought of using a condom and nor, apparently, did Ashley because she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her.

'Fuck me hard, I need this.' Her tone was urgent and demanding.

So did I, in fact if either of us was in need, it was me, I hadn't had sex since before Donna left me and that was months ago. Whichever it was, I wasn't about to hold back, I sank into her gorgeous passage, slowly but firmly pushing in as deep as I could before pulling back and then unhurriedly doing it again, just sort of luxuriating in the sensations. Ashley sighed in my ear, holding me tight and moving slightly against me. I think I wanted to carry on like that, fucking her with long, slow, powerful strokes, but instinct took over and I was soon going faster and faster until I was slamming into her as hard and as fast as I could. She lay beneath me, gripping me tightly, gasping with each thrust, greedily taking the battering that I was giving her. Before long I could feel my climax beginning to build, and only then did I think of possible pregnancy consequences.

'Do you want me to come inside you?' I gasped into her ear.

'Oh yes please, don't hold back.' She replied immediately. 'I want it all and I won't get pregnant.'

That's all I needed to know and I began plunging into her as hard as before, my only complaint being that the pause had delayed my climax a bit. It hadn't held Ashley's back though, it wasn't long before she called out. 'Oh yes, oh yes, I'm coming.'

Knowing that she was nearly there had its effect on me too, I felt my delayed climax start to build again, and when she realised that I was close too she gasped encouragements loudly into my ear, telling me. 'C'mon big boy, shoot it up me, fill me up. I'm coming and I want you to come inside me when I do.'

I didn't quite make it at the same time, nearly but not quite, she was urgently repeating her order to 'fill me up' when she abruptly broke off and called out, 'Oh yes, I'm there,' and began to buck and writhe under me, repeating. 'Yes. yes, yes.' over and over while her nails dug furrows into my back. I hadn't realised just how active and vocal Ashley would be, but it didn't put me off. In fact quite the reverse, the pressure that had been building in my balls promptly released and I climaxed, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep into her womb.

We both sort collapsed into a heap on the bed afterwards, trembling from our exertions and panting for breath, laying there for a minute or two while my cock shrank and slid from her before I rolled away to lie beside her. We looked at each other and grinned, our hands finding each other in post coital warmth.

'Sorry I was in a hurry.' She gasped. 'But I needed that.'

'So did I.' I'd been without for too long.

We lay quietly side by side for a while and then I slid an arm around her shoulders, pulled her to me and kissed her, sweetly and softly, passion spent and affection taking its place. She cuddled up to me, her bare skin feeling pleasant and right against mine.

'You know I've fancied you ever since we first met, don't you?' Her eyes were searching mine. 'I've even fantasised about you and me doing this.'

'I didn't know.' I admitted sadly. 'But I'm glad this isn't just a spur of the moment thing.'

'It absolutely isn't. I just daren't make it obvious before because you were married.'

So was she, and I lay there silently absorbing that until something occurred to me.

'Does Troy think you're at home?' I asked abruptly, my brain kicking into gear now my cock had stopped ruling the roost.

'He thinks I'm with Carole.'

'But does she know to back you up?'

Ashley smiled. 'We're sisters, she'll always back me up. She knows where I am and why, and she's pleased in a way.'

'Really?' I was surprised that Ashley had confided in her so easily. It could put Carole in an awkward position.

'Don't worry. Carole can't stand Troy and he doesn't like her, that's why she waited until Thursday last week to come round because she knew he'd out. He knows better than to go around to see if I'm with her.' She giggled softly. 'She didn't expect to see you there though, but she guessed what we'd been up to. Two guilty faces she said.'

'Didn't she mind?'

She shook her head. 'No, like I said, she doesn't like Troy at all and she knows our marriage is a sham.'

That was something I hadn't expected to hear, but I supposed it was why she was there with me and it made me feel better about things. I didn't push it and the conversation drifted onto different subjects. We chatted for a while and then she confirmed that what I'd been told about Troy really was true. To be honest at that point I didn't care anymore, being in bed with his beautiful wife was revenge enough.

We pulled each other close again and I leaned over to kiss her, a little more ardently this time, loving the feel of our tongues lightly fencing together as we smiled into each other's mouths. Her arms came around me and she pulled me closer, almost on top of her and almost forcing me to place my hand on her breast. I kneaded it gently, finding her nipple and squeezing it between finger and thumb.

'That the first time you've touched me there.' Ashley observed.

I chuckled quietly. 'That's because you were in such a hurry the first time.' I told her.

'I won't be for the second.' She grinned back, and then giggled. 'But I'll be ready lubricated.'

'I'm glad there's no urgency.' I told her with a grin. 'Because something is still in recovery mode.'

With that I dipped my head and kissed her other nipple, sucking it into my mouth and lapping at it with my tongue. Any reply to my comment died on her lips as she moaned quietly and stroked my already sore back. My hand slipped down her body and found its way between her legs, two fingers reaching into the top of her cleft to discover her clit, the target that I had so narrowly missed out on the week before. I began to rub it, lightly and slowly at first but then more quickly as she started to respond, her legs opening for me and her pelvis pushing up as if to invite me further. I knew what she wanted and I was genuinely tempted to find her entrance and explore her vagina, but I knew that it would still be full of my cum and I didn't know how either of us would feel about that, and so I carried on playing with her clit. It didn't seem to matter anyway because very quickly she was reacting strongly, her hands gripping claw-like onto my back and that same mantra of 'yes, oh yes' being murmured in my ear. The murmurs became louder and clearer until she was almost shouting into my ear and writhing on her back as she had before, obviously at the very edge of orgasm. And then she was there, writhing and bucking and thrusting with her hips so that my fingers could hardly maintain contact with her clit until, as she neared her peak, she suddenly thrust hard with her pelvis and my fingers slid down her slit and plunged straight into her very wet and slippery passage. Now her cries of 'yes' were simply ecstatic, this was just what she wanted and I just had to go with it, driving my fingers deep inside her and listening to the wet sounds of my own cum until her orgasm was over and she slumped back onto the bed.