Vera Goes Astray - Vera

I'm trying out an idea about two different perspectives on an event. There will be two stories posted, one each from the wife's (Vera) and husband's (Mike) point of view.

If you enjoy the story below, look for the other side, I think you'll enjoy both. If you don't like this one, then you probably won't like the other one either. Also note that I'm a guy, so the female perspective is actually a guy's perspective on how he'd like a woman to view things. Hope you enjoy them!

If this ever comes to light between the two of them, Vera decided that she would blame it on the sangria. There was really no other way to explain it, as much thought as she had given it. She had never considered cheating on Mike, not even in the moment before it happened. It just...happened so fast. Yes, Vera had been quite promiscuous, as Mike liked to call it, in her younger days before meeting him. She had readily given that up once they became serious with each other, however, and had been faithful ever since. Doing her best to write this off as a weak moment that would not be repeated, she hoped to keep those old feelings, and excitement, that the experience stirred inside her at bay.

Having the neighbors over was a regular thing in the neighborhood. It was a good group, all married couples except for Mitch, and all about the same age. Those with kids were either recent empty nesters or had kids in high school or college. Mitch was divorced, but he had hit it off quickly with Mike and some of the other dads on the street. Mike had helped him with some renovations in his house, and he'd filled in a foursome for golf occasionally.

He's a good looking guy, too. Vera and her friends had talked about him when he moved in, and all agreed about that. They also agreed, after getting to know him through their husbands or by talking to him, that there's something...off about him. That's the only way to put it. Vera had never thought about him sexually because of that. And just like cheating on Mike, she didn't really think about sex with Mitch until just before it happened.

Mike and Vera were hosting for this round, a sunny but hot and humid mid-July Saturday. They had set up some chairs outside, but everyone was dispersed in small groups around the first floor of their home because of the heat, some in the kitchen, others in the living room, a few at the bar, and so on.

Mike made pitchers of red and white sangria early, and the couple started sampling before any of the guests arrived. Mike kept Vera's glass topped up throughout the day, a blatant and undisguised push toward what he liked to call "drunk girl sex" later. Little did either of them know...

Vera was dressed for the weather. She and Mike both workout, and between the exercise and some tennis, she was pretty happy with her body. 5'5, B cups that still have a bit of perk to them, and a little muscle tone mixed with mom-bod soft spots. She wore a white mini-dress with tank straps at the top and a flared skirt, and was braless with lacy white panties beneath the skirt. The pair of strappy sandals she had selected went unworn since everyone decided to stay indoors, so Vera wound up staying in bare feet all day.

They moved as a couple from group to group at first, then split up after greeting everyone, and easily mixed in with whatever topic was being discussed. Vera's bottomless sangria was working its magic, providing her with a pleasantly steady buzz. She felt great, and laughed easily with friends between checking on the food and refreshing drinks.

Vera was comparing notes about freshman college dorms with another mom when she first felt his eyes on her. You know that feeling? She turned mid sentence and caught Mitch as his eyes wandered up her legs. He noticed her looking at him, and looked away quickly, his face reddening slightly. He feigned interest in the conversation his little group was engaged in as he deliberately avoided her eyes.

Something came over her. She was suddenly warm, and felt a tingle in her stomach. She couldn't tell immediately, but thought she might actually be getting wet. Excusing herself from the group she had been with, she walked over to where Mitch was, watching him the whole way. He shifted uncomfortably as Vera approached and still wouldn't make eye contact, so she stood directly next to him, just a little into his personal space.

She was just trying to have fun with him at first. She didn't mind him checking her out, it was a little flattering, actually. As she walked toward him, however, she became aware of how truly masculine he was. While she thought Mike was in great shape and very attractive, Mitch had a blue collar look to him, thicker in the chest and arms, a little rough around the edges. She was sure it was the sangria working its magic, but nonetheless found herself wondering how his hands would feel roaming over her body.

The group moved to some open seats on a couch and armchairs in the living room. Vera sat next to Mitch on the couch, and couldn't stop stealing glances at him. She was seeing him in a new light, it seemed. He had managed to relax again and was being quite funny in conversation. Vera laughed out loud at things he said, perhaps more than others in the group. Mike approached with a pitcher of sangria, and paused looking at his wife as she burst into another bout of laughter and nudged against Mitch.

It was about then that time seemed to speed up and things happened quickly. Someone called out from the kitchen asking about ice as Mike was filling glasses around the group. He responded that he would get some, but Vera stood and offered to go instead, so that Mike could continue filling glasses for the guests. There were extra bags of it in the garage freezer, a bit of a walk from the kitchen. Mike agreed, then asked if maybe Mitch would lend a hand so his wife wouldn't have to carry the bag all the way. Before he could object, Vera offered her arm and scooped him from the couch, setting off towards the hall that led to the guest bathroom, laundry, and garage.

She was a bit unsteady and used that as an excuse to grip Mitch's forearm and bicep. Yes, she thought, he was definitely more muscular than Mike. She realized as they walked that she had become quite wet while sitting talking with him and the others. He was silent, and she felt tension in his arm as they turned into the hall. Passing the open door to the laundry room, Vera decided to have some fun and put her free hand on the door jam, halting their progress. Mitch hadn't noticed, so was surprised as she tugged on his arm.

Then, in her best faux sultry voice, which admittedly wasn't very good, she raised her eyebrows and suggested a bit of good, clean fun, motioning her head toward the laundry room behind her before breaking into laughter. The joke fell flat however, Mitch had just stared at her plainly. Vera was about to awkwardly apologize when he suddenly stepped towards her and pushed her backwards into the room, nudging the door behind him. It didn't quite close, but before she pointed that out, his mouth was on hers.

Not thinking at all, she kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined, and his hands moved gruffly up her torso, engulfing her breasts through the thin dress. He tried pushing Vera up onto the washer, but it was too high, and he was in too much of a hurry. Moving his hands to her waist, he turned her around and pressed her over the machine, reaching under her dress and tugging her panties over her hips. She moaned lustfully as he took charge, bracing her hands on the cool steel corners of the washer as he released his zipper behind her. She saw his shorts and boxers fall to his ankles, and then he was against her. She could feel his pulse through his cock as it pressed against her ass.

He guided the tip between her ass and down, and she became aware of just how wet she was for him. He grunted as he pushed inside of her, easily gliding his full length into her well lubricated slit. Vera had time to realize he was bigger than Mike, thicker at least. Not the largest cock she'd had, but quite a change from her married life of the last 20+ years.

They fucked right there in the laundry room, with Vera's husband and their friends just on the other side of the walls. Mitch's girth, his strong hands gripping her waist, the way her panties restricted her ankles, keeping her from spreading to take him deeper, all of it overwhelmed her and she came hard, bucking back against him as he thrust himself into her.

He wasn't far behind. Vera heard him mutter that he was going to cum, and felt him beginning to pull away. She reached back with one hand and gripped his ass, holding him against her, not wanting him to pull out. He didn't resist, and pushed her hard against the machine as he exploded in her. Thinking it must be her imagination, she thought she could feel his cum spurting against her cervix as he pressed her body against the washer and emptied himself into her. That, coupled with his primal grunts that accompanied each pulse of his cock, sent her over the edge once more. She was still shuddering in orgasm as he pulled away.

Just as abruptly as he'd taken her, he pulled on his shorts and left the room without a word. She gathered herself, and managed to stoop and pull her panties back up into place over her quivering legs. Pulling the door open fully, she turned towards the living room, then remembered the ice. Phew.

As Vera came back in from the garage, Mitch stepped out of the guest bath. He offered a shy smile, then nodded toward the ice in her arms. They both laughed then, and he took the ice bag from her.

Re-entering the living room tensely, both worried that Mike and the others might have noticed how long they had been gone. Fortunately, no one gave them a second glance as they stepped from the hall. Vera spotted Mike across the room and he looked up at her, sending a pang of guilt through her. He looked away quickly, however, sparing her from immediate panic. She and Mitch took the ice into the kitchen, refilled an ice bucket, and put the rest of the bag in the kitchen freezer.

The two separated into different groups then, without another word to each other. When Vera looked around a little later, she saw that Mitch had left. She thought about going to the bath off the master bedroom to clean herself up, but she felt sexy walking around with Mitch's cum inside her. Her panties, already wet from excitement before their escapade, felt soaked now that his cream was mixing with her juices and slowly seeping out of her.

At one point later, someone dropped a napkin on the floor in front of Vera. Not thinking, she crouched to pick it up, and felt a warm drizzle slip from her panties onto her thigh. It ran down the back of her leg as she stood. She quickly put a hand over it to wipe it away, and as she did she noticed that Mike was behind her. Her heart skipped as she wondered whether he'd seen it, but he wasn't looking her way and she hoped that she had dodged a bullet.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Vera's quick tryst with Mitch had sobered her up a little, but she soon got back to a pleasantly buzzed state, switching over to a nice Rose' that someone had opened. As guests began to leave, she started paying closer attention to her husband, flirting with him from across the room, or running her bare foot gently on his calf if they were sitting close to each other. He was receptive, but something seemed a little off with him.

She wondered if this would be one of those nights where the big talk and build up throughout the day would fizzle as one or the other of them ended up being too tired to see it through. If that was the case, then so be it, but Vera was determined it wouldn't be her. The thought of Mike fucking her tonight after she'd had Mitch inside her had her very excited, conjuring memories of her wilder single days before she had dated and then married Mike.

After seeing the last few guests out, she found Mike in the kitchen finishing the clean-up. She told him that she would leave him to it and go in for a quick shower. As much as she had loved walking around with the night's dirty little secret slowly drizzling into her panties, Mike liked to go down on her, and she didn't want to worry whether he would notice anything out of place.

In the bedroom, Vera slipped out of the mini-dress, but then froze as Mike appeared in the doorway. She looked self consciously down at her panties. While they had started to dry in the cool air conditioning, they were still quite wet in the middle, and a dark wet spot was obvious in the bedroom light. It had been a couple of hours since Mitch fucked her, and she hoped that his thick cum had broken down, but he had cum a lot and she had no idea what she would find when she stripped out of them.

Mike crossed the bedroom and took her in his arms, kissing her neck and whispering that he'd waited most of the night for this. Vera tried pushing away, telling him she should shower after the long day, but it was as if he couldn't hear her. Instead of letting her go, he guided her slowly backwards until her thighs touched the bed, then coaxed her down onto it, so she was sitting on the edge.

He dropped to his knees before her and parted her legs, his strong hands gliding slowly up the inside of her thighs until his thumbs met on her panties. He caressed the warm, damp fabric, looking into Vera's eyes as they pressed more firmly into the area that was still wet. Her heart skipped, partly at his touch, but also because she was convinced in that moment that he knew what she had done. He held her gaze, his eyes cutting into hers, as if he was reading her soul and the dark secret hidden there.

He let his hands glide up to her stomach, then eased her down onto the bed so that her legs hung over the edge. Vera raised her hips to let him slide her panties off, hoping he'd do it quickly enough not to notice anything, but he ignored that and instead took her left foot in his hand and lifted it onto the bed, parting her thighs further.

Suddenly, his mouth was on her panties. She felt his tongue pushing the fabric into her slit, directly on the spot that was still the wettest. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth and her left knee to the side, opening her thighs even more for him. She could feel his tongue licking the fabric, his mouth biting at it, then sucking it between his lips. She felt her panties getting wetter, the spots that had dried now soaking with his saliva as he lapped and sucked on them. She knew that he was tasting her juices mixed with his friend's cum, and it was driving her wild. She'd had multiple lovers in one night many times before, even a couple of times when she and Mike were still getting to know each other, but had never let anyone go down on her after being with someone else. This was new for Vera, and she loved that her husband was unknowingly tasting another man's cum on her.

She heard him murmur how good she tasted, then finally pull at the waistband of her panties to tug them off. Vera put her hand on Mike's head as he dove back into her now bare pussy, and purred lustfully when he told her how wet she was. A good bit of it had to be Mitch's cum, but she didn't care anymore. She wanted him to eat her used pussy until she came on his face.

She pushed his face deeper between her thighs, and he responded by pushing his tongue inside of her. She could both feel and hear him, and moved her hips up and down in time with his tongue. He pushed it inside as deep as he could, then curled it back into his mouth before pushing it in again. Vera heard him swallow, literally eating another guy's cum out of her. She came so suddenly with that thought in her head that her hips thrashed and she pushed his head away involuntarily. Raising her head to look down at him, she saw that his mouth and chin were glistening, and could see a few more viscous spots that had to be remnants of Mitch's cum. If Mike suspected anything out of place, he didn't let on. He wasn't finished with her, however.

He pulled her ass back to the bed's edge, gripped her ankles somewhat roughly and splayed her legs apart. Next, she felt his left forearm across her hips, pinning her to the bed as his right index and middle fingers began caressing the puffy pink lips of her pussy. Vera moaned again as, still holding her hips down, he adjusted his left arm so that his hand was positioned lower, and then placed his thumb on her clit. His fingers and thumb began to move rhythmically, and she had time to think how well Mitch's cum was lubricating her slit for Mike to continue playing with her before he plunged his two fingers inside her. The jolt made Vera lift her head and shoulders off the bed and cry out. He next began moving his fingers rapidly up and down inside her, overwhelming her g-spot with sensation as his thumb matched the pace on her clit. She exploded and felt a gush of hot liquid spurt from inside her, quickly followed by a second and third. It sounded as if her juice was splashing into a shallow pool, and she realized she was squirting directly into Mike's open mouth, each gush filling his mouth before he gulped it down greedily and opened up for another drink. Knowing she had been fucked by his friend, and that whatever was left of his cum was now mixed with her own for her husband to gulp down, was too much. She collapsed, her legs like gelatin as they flopped over onto the bed.

She glanced up as Mike stood, a smile on his slick lips, and began to undress himself. Vera could see his cock through his shorts, and watched admiringly as he stripped and climbed onto the bed next to her. Still dizzy with orgasm, she was like a rag doll as he positioned her on the bed to his liking. He tipped her from her side onto her back, put her arms over her head, and nudged her thighs open with his knees. His cock was raging hard, and as he pressed the tip just inside her slit, she thought she may have never felt him as hard as he was now. He began to slide the head of it up and down her slit, and she thought again about Mitch's cum easing the way for their sex play. His cock touched her clit, then slid down and just inside her, before repeating the circuit. Faster. Faster. And faster still, until she came again. He gazed down at her, enjoying her pleasure. Vera tried to meet his eyes, but the intensity was too much for her and her head thrashed to the side as another wave crashed over her.

She was still shuddering when he thrust himself into her, his balls making a wet smack as they bounced onto her ass. He told her how wet she was, repeated it again and again as he began to thrust. There was no question that he was harder than he'd even been with her, even going back to that first time so long ago. Try as she might, Vera couldn't help but think of Mitch, his girth, and how well he had filled her. As her husband drove his raging cock in and out of her, she closed her eyes and took herself back a few hours, feeling the cold metal of the washing machine against her hands as their neighbor's thick cock pounded into her from behind.

Something Mike said pulled her from her trance. Had he said the word sloppy? Yes, she heard it again. He was telling her how wet, how sloppy she was for him. Her mind was spinning, wondering whether he knew what she had done after all. She couldn't remember him ever using that word before. She could feel him getting close to cumming, and in the state she was in, she decided to be daring. She told him that she knew that he liked it like that, and he nodded, eyes squeezing shut, trying to control himself and slow the inevitable. Vera pushed him further, told him to fuck her, to fucky her sloppy pussy, and then told him to fill her up again. He cried out as soon as she said the word "again", and at his next thrust he stayed there, braced on his hands as his cock twitched inside her.