'God,' she said 'my cunt is sore, how many times have we fucked.' I loved a woman who wasn't afraid to talk dirty. 'That's the sixth time,' I answered. I sounded pretty proud of myself. I shouldn't have, I'd just been unfaithful for the first time in my marriage. Well to be absolutely correct the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth time. And I wanted more.
Dennie was lying naked beside me. I reached over and stroked her nipples, they were hard to my touch, I rolled them gently between my thumb and forefinger trying to stretch them out as long as possible. She gave one of those contented sighs, the sort you only make during sex, and I was about to make it seven.
I had been married 16 years and until today my wife had been my only lover. We'd met young, fallen in love and tied the knot. It didn't bother me that I hadn't sown any wild oats I was determined to be a good husband and we'd had a reasonable sex life. But that had now changed.
Nine months ago a girl I'd worked with got in touch after a long absence. We'd been very good friends with at one time but when the company had gone bust we'd gone in different directions. She had a baby and the common ground was gone. I'd always fancied her but never had the courage to take it further. This time around I did. I remember clearly sitting in my car, my heart in my mouth, mobile to my ear asking her if she's be interested in taking things further, but assuring her I didn't want to wreck her marriage, her reply was perfect, 'I understand,' she said 'you want to fuck me but not marry me, yeah OK.' Well a week later before I got anywhere near her she changed her mind and I was left frustrated and confused.
But it also changed my attitude, now I positively wanted to find out what it was like to fuck another woman.