It was a crazy thing to do; but when what is between a couple's legs is driving them more than what is between their ears, crazy things do happen.
He pushed me back against the wall, he took me in his arms, forced his body against me and his mouth covered mine. I did not object. Not one bit, because I wanted Tom as much as I knew he wanted me. I revelled in the feel of his erection pressing into my stomach, in fact, I squirmed against it. I loved my full breasts being squashed against his chest and I thrilled as his hand went up the back of my dress and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom that were bare to his touch as I was wearing a thong.
We were at a dinner party at my house. Kevin, my husband was holding court at the table in the dining room across the hallway. I had said that I would clear the dessert away. Tom along with his wife Annie and the two other female partners had offered to help.
"No, we must have a token male on the clear up party," Tom had said beaming his attractive smile at the other diners. "I insist that I be that and will help our hostess."
We collected up most of the dishes and spoons and took those to the kitchen.
"So we won't be disturbed," Tom said. "I'll get the rest of the stuff."
He came back with the serving plates.
"They are engrossed talking about the phone hacking," he said putting his arms on my shoulders. "Fuck I have been so lusting after you at dinner," he went on kissing me.
He pushed me backwards, gently. The kitchen is L-shaped so by going round the corner anybody coming into the kitchen would not see us before, hopefully, we would hear them.
"When can we Amanda?" Tom said the next day when we spoke on the phone.
"I don't know."
"You do want to don't you?"
"Yes of course, in some ways, but it is adultery Tom."
"Yes I know and I have thought about that."
"I have never been unfaithful to Kevin, have you to Annie?"
"Yes, I am not proud to say that I have."
"Often?"
"No just the once."
"I see."
"It was a stupid one-night-stand when I was away on business in New York."
I laughed thinking that was precisely what Kevin had once said when I smelt perfume on his shirt. "It happens Tom."
"I want you Mandy."
"Tom we should stop this now."
"But you want to, you want me don't you?"
"I am so confused, I don't know what I do want."
"It is more than pure lust Amanda."
"Is it Tom, is it really?" I asked desperately wanting to hear that this was not just an animalistic sex thing with Tom for it was far more than that for me.
Something had been building up between us for probably two years. I certainly, and I think Tom too, was reluctant to acknowledge that our friendship was in danger of straying over that fine line between that and something else. Just what that something else might be, was unclear to me, but I found myself wanting to be with him, I appreciated his wit and humour more, enjoyed his intelligent conversation and yearned for him to touch me. I tried analysing what was happening and was not able to determine whether it was purely a sexual attraction or something more. Something much, much more. I have to admit that for much of that two-year period I was scared at the prospect of what might be
I had been married to Kevin for twenty-one years. We had one daughter and we led an almost idyllic life other than when Kevin strayed and that happened every few years or so, well that is those I found out about! Conversely, until recently, I had never even been tempted let alone done anything outside my marriage, but that was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.
We had all the money we needed, a large house just outside London, a villa in Tuscany,' his 'n hers' Mercs and a thriving business that I part owned. We had an enjoyable and busy social life, based around the golf club and a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. On top of that we did a a fair amount of business entertaining that included events such as Wimbledon, Silverstone, golf tournaments, test matches, Glynebourne, Henley and the FA Cup Final. We took clients and prospects to the top restaurants, the latest shows and to the opera and ballet. We really did have quite a nice life!
We had known Tom and Annie for about eight years from when they had joined the local golf club after moving into the area close to us in suburban Essex. We moved in the same social circle, seeing each other at the golf club, restaurants, at parties and at functions. The four of us hit it off immediately and we started going out to dinner as two couples and visiting each other's homes.
For some time, probably two or three years, nothing untoward happened.
During that period, I looked on Tom as I did any other man who was a partner in a couple we knew; a friend, a close one yes, someone with who I could joke and mildly flirt. That was how most couples related and developed their relationships or so I thought.
It was when Annie and Tom came with Kevin and me to our place in Tuscany that I saw the first changes. Oddly they were with Tom first.
Annie is beautiful. She is tall and slim with flowing ash-blonde hair, she is a real willowy blonde. She has high, prominent cheekbones and big almond-shaped eyes that are of the deepest blue I have ever seen. Her face and slender figure, the legs that go on for ever and her pert, tight bum are real head turners.
What she has not got are tits for she is as good as flat chested.
I, on the other hand, am shorter, with more curves and full tits. I do, though, have trouble with them for when I diet I lose weight there and they are a nice, thirty-four C. However, when I put weight on, which I do easily, most of it seems to go onto those two buggers and they quickly become bloated thirty-six D or double Ds. This plays havoc with my choice of bra and I need two sets, one for weight on and the other for weight off times. Inevitably, being rather scatty and forgetful I sometimes get it wrong and wear the wrong bras for my weight situation. Then, my tits are either, feeling lost in cups that are too big or, are spilling over and almost tumbling out of a too small bra.
It was our second day in Tuscany. On the first we had shopped and opened up the villa as it had not been used for a few months. We had finished breakfast and had agreed to spend the morning round the pool.
"Oh fuck," I said as I rummaged through the bikinis I had brought with me.
"What's up?" Kevin asked as he stood naked looking out of the window.
"I brought the wrong bloody bikinis."
"How do you mean?"
"I picked up my weight off ones."
"Ah well you'll just give Tom and me more of an eyefull won't you."
"I'll get some when we go into Florence."
Tom and Annie were already lying beside the pool when Kevin and I wandered down to join them. As I removed my sun-dress and went to lay down I saw Tom's eyes on me, they were like organ stops and he did not seem to be able to drag his gaze away from my chest. I was wearing a black bikini, with full panties and bra with thin straps. I had seen in the mirror, that it was clearly too small, for my tits were spilling out of it. Tom's covert glances went on all morning and the next couple of days when we again all sunbathed.
Several times, I caught him staring at my boobs, but said nothing. Full-breasted women get used to being ogled, I guess.
Kevin and Annie had driven into town to pick up some fresh pasta for dinner. Tom and I were watching TV; we take a sky box with us so we get everything.
"Mands I am sorry?" He said completely out of the blue.
"What for?" I asked looking at him across the room.
