This is chapter three in this story of my affair with Candy, a woman I met through doing business with her company and with whom I entered into a long term intimate relationship after that business was completed.
To refresh your memory, if you've read the first two chapters, I'm an admitted adulterer. But I can also admit I'm married to a woman who's much too good for me. And while I do love my wife very much, I can only explain my need to be with other woman as a compulsion. Frankly, I crave being with other women. And it's the differences I crave most, not in comparison to each other or to my wife, but the differences in and of themselves. The difference of how they feel in my arms and under my hands, how they smell, how they taste, how they kiss, and how they make love. This is what I want to experience.
At this point in our affair Candy and I had been involved with each other for about four months and have met for sex several times. I've related the story of four of those rendezvous' in past chapters and of course we've made love other times as well.
We've met in hotels, at her office, at her house, and we've had sex in public a few times because it seems Candy has a thing for semi-public sex. Since we work in the same industry, although not together, we attend many of the same seminars and other industry meetings out of town which offer us opportunities to be together too.
Candy was aware I was married and that my wife and I had a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. In fact the first time we had sex, which she initiated, she told me she knew I was married and didn't care. She was also ok with the situation of being able to see me only so often and had no problem being seen out and about with a married man.
I also now knew she was married, although hers wasn't a conventional marriage in any sense of the word.
Nor was she interested in an exclusive relationship with me. Frankly between the sex with my wife and Candy I had about all I could handle at the moment, so for all intents and purposes my relationship with her was exclusive, again my wife notwithstanding. And although I had no right to expect her not to, to my knowledge Candy wasn't seeing any other man besides me at the time. She had told me as much some time earlier.
I'm fortunate to have a job where I spend a lot of time either wining and dining clients or being wined and dined, so my wife expects me to be out late often. Also both she and I have jobs where one or the other of us travel out of town a good bit. All of this combines to offer Candy and me numerous opportunities to be together.
When we've gotten together it hasn't always been to just have sex, sometimes we just sit and talk or just cuddle. We also speak by phone often, at least two to three times a day, especially when one or the other of us is out of town or otherwise indisposed. Sometimes the phone calls do turn into phone sex, but mostly they're not about sex at all, other then maybe to set up to meet for sex. Sometimes when the calls turned into phone sex it occurred at not so opportune times, such as when…
During one such call Candy was driving home from her office and I was sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to board.
"Where are you?" Candy asked.
"Just came down from the club. I'm sitting in the gate area now; the plane will be boarding shortly."
"Wish I could have found the time to go with you this trip."
"Me too, especially since I won't be back until Monday or Tuesday of next week, depends on how it goes."
"That really sucks you know." Then after a deep sigh she asked, her tone slightly teasing and suggestive, "But anyway do you know what I'm doing right now?"
"Candy I wouldn't even begin to hazard a guess."
She laughed and said, "Well right now I have my right hand under my skirt playing with myself."
Smiling I asked, "Really? Having fun?"
"Oh yes. You know I like playing with my pussy when I drive. Its better then listening to the same old shit on the radio."
"I know you do, and I hope you're wearing your hands free head set rather then driving with your knees again. You remember what almost happened the last time you did that."
Giggling she said, "Yep, I remember. And yes I have the hands free thingy on."
"Where are you?"
"On the interstate passing Bonnabel Boulevard. You know what?"
"No, what?"
"My pussy's very wet right now. My fingers are just sliding ever so smoothly in and out of me."
Still smiling I asked, "Slippery, huh?"
"Uh-huh. Now my fingers are slipping and sliding all over my clitty too and up and down through my lips, mmmmm. Ooops, my fingers just slipped back inside my pussy again."
What she'd said about liking to play with herself as she drove was true, although she also liked playing with herself if she were just a passenger too. We'd taken a couple of road trips together and at some point she'd lean the seat back, hike up her skirt and masturbate.
Believe me when I say at the very least it's more than a little bit distracting trying to drive when you have a beautiful, hot blooded, hot bodied woman masturbating beside you.
Hearing how she was breathing over the phone I knew she was really masturbating too, having heard her many times before. I was glad I was sitting; I was able to lay my suit coat across my lap to hide my erection.
"Oooo, you should see my nipples; they're standing out against my blouse. I'm wearing that half cup bra on you bought me. Hmmm, they're all tingly too."
I heard a loud noise that sounded like the horn on a semi-truck and then heard Candy giggling.
"What was that?"
"A big truck. The driver saw what I was doing and blew his horn."
Knowing how much Candy enjoyed public or semi-public sex I knew being seen caused her pussy to give out another little squirt of lubrication.
"How high is it?"
"What, the truck?"
"No, the covering," having to be vague with people sitting on either side of me.
"The covering? Oh my skirt you mean."
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh he can't see anything other than my hand going underneath the hem of my skirt and it's around mid thigh right now. Should I pull it higher and show him what I'm doing, let him see my pussy?" she asked wickedly.
"Um, I think he's probably already aware of what you're up to. And I don't advise you showing him anything. But if that's what you want to do I can't stop you."
Laughing she said, "Ok then, I won't show him my pussy. What I'll do instead is this."
I heard nothing on the phone but background noise for three or four seconds, then Candy moaning into the phone and then another long honk of the trucker's horn.
"What happened?"
"Nothing really. I just took my fingers from under my skirt and put them in my mouth to taste myself."
