This is the second episode in my story series "Fun, an Affair then Who Knows Where".
In the first episode, I met Pete's wife, Steph, and discovered that I was able to satisfy her in ways that Pete couldn't....or wouldn't.
In this episode, I willingly return for more intimate moments with Steph and Pete but it begins to get more involved. Also, I meet Steph's close friend for the first time.
Thank you for reading. Comments are welcome and helpful.
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I had been thinking quite a lot about the night at Steph and Pete's.
Steph clearly had needs that I had fulfilled. I was very happy to, because Steph was an attractive woman who was quite confident physically, despite this being the first time she'd had another man since they were married.
Added to that, I did something that I'd never done before by touching another man sexually and I realised I'd done it to please Steph. But I was a little confused because Pete said it was Steph getting turned on by his chat about our (mostly fictional) exploits of years before but the feeling I got from Steph was that she was doing it to try and jump start their marriage again...at least, at first.
By the end of the evening, I'd thought Steph and I had sex again because she wanted it. She wanted someone who would give as well as receive. I'd come to the conclusion that, at least if this liaison was going to happen again, my focus would remain on pleasing Steph because I thought that what she had given me sexually that night, she had the right to receive back and, on the basis of purely physical pleasure, I was up for being that man for her.
As it turned out, the idea of another threesome with me was still a thing for Pete and Steph because, 4 weeks later I was back there again.
Pete suggested we did a barbeque in their little garden in the afternoon, got some beers going and went from there. At least, this time, if anything was to happen, Pete would perhaps be more aware of what was going on.
What followed was a day of two parts.
The first resulted in easily the weirdest sexual experience I think I've ever had in my life. As for the second? Well, let's say things moved on.
It was a sunny late spring day and, although their garden was small -- more a patio with some flower beds than any lawn, there was enough room for the barbeque and a few chairs and a table. Pete led me out the back and handed me a beer.
"Andy, I'm sorry I was so pissed last time. Steph had to tell me what went on."
"You were pretty far gone when you came back, where did you go?"
"Oh, just round a mate's house I know locally. Sometimes, I just do what I do." He said with an amused chuckle.
"...and therein lies the problem." I mused to myself as I cracked open a can. It explained why Steph was so frustrated. It didn't portray much consideration for her. She hadn't appeared yet and, when Pete came out with the first small pile of food to go on the heat. I went in to use the loo.
"Andy?"
"Steph?"
"I'm on the stairs."
"Oh hello. I wondered where you were. You OK?"
"Is Pete cooking?"
"Yes."
Steph stood up and came down. She did look really good. Her hair was tied back loosely. She had a little make-up on to accentuate her eyes and lips and she was wearing a lemony coloured vest top that clearly displayed her braless figure. A pair of blue shorts finished it off.
"Thank you for coming, Andy."
Steph immediately moved towards me, pushing the door to the living room partly closed and planted her lips gently on mine, letting them linger for as long as when we said goodbye previously. The sort of kiss, I concluded, that suggested Steph and I might carry on from where we left off at the end of the previous time, given the right situation.
"I've been looking forward to today a lot." She smiled and touched my face. Before I could say anything, Steph then moved quickly through the house shouting to Pete to see if he wanted more food for the grill.
We passed the next period of time chatting, eating and drinking. Maybe an hour later, the doorbell went. Steph went to answer it.
I heard chatting as Steph came back through.
"Suni, this is Andy."
"Hi Andy, I'm Suni, Steph's told me lots about you."
She said this and held my gaze and hand for just long enough after she stopped speaking to let me know, that she knew, what had happened with Steph before. Her smile was knowing...in that way. A communication of a lot more than the ten words she'd just spoken to me.
"It's a great pleasure to meet you, Suni. Steph mentioned you to me too."
"Did she now?"
"Yes, Suni...she did." It was my turn to hold her gaze for a moment, still holding her hand, to let her know that I knew she was unhappy.
Suni was an attractive woman. Her dark black shoulder-length hair was clearly Indian, as was her dark skin, but her accent was pure English middle class and her facial features were more western too. Suni was in a flowing summer dress that moved around her petite frame. She took a seat and a beer.
Within the ensuing conversation, it turned out that her full first name was Sunetra but everybody called her Suni, pronounced Soo-ni. Her father was Indian and had ruled the roost when it came to how his family would work, hence the arranged marriage. Her Mum, though, was half Australian/half Polynesian. She explained that she had her Dad's skin and her Mum's face.
"I can tell you that's the better way round too!" Suni laughed.
I was immediately struck by her. "What brought you to be living here?" I asked.
"My husband. Dad, basically, didn't just arrange my marriage, he arranged my life. We're in the house across the way. Dad bought it and said "You're living there." It doesn't matter to Sumit (her husband) as he seems to spend most of his life away from it for work but Dad wanted us to establish our lives away from the family homes -- find our own way, but attached to some family traditions. Both sets of parents approved of the idea of arranged marriage...unfortunately. With the money and expectations, there wasn't really a choice."
"Do I detect that this has not been an ideal experience?"
"That's an understatement and I won't get into it here. I've just met you after all and you don't want to hear all that shit. Steph..." Suni reached out and held her hand, "Steph has been my lifeline and knows the lot. We're great friends."
We chatted for at least another hour or so until any heat in the day had truly disappeared. Suni had a relaxed, demure way about her that radiated calmness.
Suni got up. "I have to go back I'm afraid. Sumit will be wanting his dinner."
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Suni. Hopefully, see you again sometime."
"I hope so too." said Suni, passing a smiling glance with raised eyebrows towards Steph, who passed glances between both Suni and I. It seemed Steph and I may be discussing Suni in future.
Pete, Steph and I all cleared up together and got everything inside and the barbeque back in their small shed. I decided to chip in by doing the washing up. Happily ploughing my way through it, I felt a hand gently land on my bum.
"What did you think of Suni, Andy?"
"She was really nice, Steph, but she does seem to be in some kind of suburban hell not of her own making, even though she comes across as a calm soul."
"That, Andy, is very true. She's a very unhappy lady underneath the smiles and serenity. I'll talk to you later about it."
I felt Steph's body press against mine from behind and heard her sigh so I assumed Pete must have been out of sight for a while. Her hand moved around me and landed upon my groin. She gently rubbed me and her hand laid on top of the shape my hardening penis was making in my jeans.
"I want this, I want you later. Pete or no Pete."
Steph was very clear and immediately, again, walked away. She was a fan, it seemed, of leaving a sweeping remark in the air and moving on. I finished the washing up and was musing upon how Steph had laid out her intentions for what would be happening with her and me.
By 8pm, we were all on the sofa. It was already becoming clear that Pete had managed to chug a fair bit more alcohol than either Steph or I. He looked a bit weary and unfocussed.
Steph decided to change it up.
"Andy, I told Pete about what we did last time."
"Did you? Pete, what did you think?"
Pete suddenly livened up
"I wish I was there to watch it. Sounded like a great fucking time."
"Well, do you remember I got hold of your dick and got you on the way before you came in Steph's mouth?"
"I think I remember it."
Pete did sound unsure and looked a bit confused, probably letting on that he had no clue. I decided to let Steph lead from there because I couldn't be sure exactly how much Steph had told Pete in the meantime.
Steph looked at me and then spoke.
"Pete, let me show you what I did with Andy."
She got off the sofa and knelt in front of me and took my hands so I sat upright. She slowly peeled my T-shirt off and lifted the hem on her vest top and directed my gaze to it. I lifted her vest top up and away over her head and let it fall on the floor.
Steph's breasts sat perfectly on her body and I took in, for a moment, the detail of her pale pink areola with prominent deep pink nipples standing up.
She released her hair and I couldn't help but think she was a beautiful woman. Her eyeliner drew focus to her eyes and actually made them look slightly larger. Steph, quite deliberately, took a long time to undo my belt and open the front of my jeans. Her hand slid over my penis, my underwear the only material preventing skin to skin contact. It pulsed to her every touch.
It's a remarkable feeling when someone else is handling you and Steph certainly knew what she was doing.
