Foreword: This notice is being posted for those readers who have issues with reading anything that may be gay in nature. While this chapter, specifically the latter half, is mostly non-sexual in content a small part however does contain conversation where a gay act is discussed, about a hundred words total. If you've read any of the previous five chapters you know how small a role passive gay sex plays in this story. Nonetheless you have been warned. _____BilyumQ
This is chapter six in reflection of a long term affair I had with an exciting, vivacious, uninhibited, intellectually and sexually stimulating woman named Candy.
At the time this story is set I'd been married for twenty plus years and had been involved romantically with Candy for more then two. And no, absolutely no, does my wife know about this affair. And Heaven forbid she ever find out.
Yes, I'm an adulterer. But let's be frank with each other; not everyone, male or female is cut out for monogamy. Throughout our marriage I've always had a problem remaining faithful, but not because I wasn't getting what I needed at home. Quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. And I can admit my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. Ever since I discovered sex as a teen I've always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love...these differences are what I wanted to experience the most. And, not to brag, I've had more than my fair share of opportunities to experience those differences.
My lover and I met through some business our companies did together. That stage of our relationship lasted about eight months and during it there was nothing going on between us other then business. But once the project she'd contracted for came to a successful end our personal relationship changed.
Candy's aware I'm married and that my wife, Helen and I have a very good and strong marriage, my infidelity notwithstanding. She has no problem playing second fiddle in this relationship and has said right from the time of our first sexual encounter she didn't care I was married she wanted this affair to continue.
Candy's also married. But hers is a marriage of convenience borne out professional expedience. She and her husband Richard have been best friends since they were ten years old or so. After they graduated from college they got married, but the marriage has never been consummated. You see Richard is strictly gay. And if you didn't know he was gay you'd never be able to tell from his mannerisms, he's not "gay-acting" at all. They got married to further their respective careers since married folks presented more maturity and responsibility in the business world and gave them a slight advantage.
Candy and I find time to get together two or three times a week. We also talk on the phone at least that many times a day. And when Candy and I do get together it isn't always for sex, we do talk as well. I couldn't be involved with someone in this type of relationship this long if I couldn't hold a conversation with them.
That being said, over the past two plus years Candy and I have had many exciting sexual experiences together. Since the last 'big' event where Candy and her long time female lover, Jocelyn, seduced a young woman and introduced her to the pleasures of women loving women about five or six weeks have passed.
While sex with Candy is always exciting and never routine, since the last 'big' event sex between us has been more or less 'routine', with one notable exception. And that was when on one rainy day we made love in the park.
You see, Candy has a thing about being watched having sex or having sex in public where she might get caught at it. The very idea of it turns her on incredibly.
What happened that day was we were lying out in a field where we'd gone for a picnic when the sky opened up. Given the intensity of the downpour most people left almost immediately. There were still a few people around, who like us didn't mind getting wet, but no one was within fifty yards of us.
When it started to rain Candy, who was holding her face up to the falling drops with her eyes closed said, "I love the rain; it's always so fresh and clean. Let's just sit here and let it come down on us."
So we put everything back into the basket and sat on the picnic blanket as the rain continued to fall. As we sat and talked occasionally Candy would put her hand on my thigh and sneak a feel of my crotch. My own hand was high on her thigh caressing it. I could see the look when it came into her eyes and knew she wanted to do it right there, right then.
So I went to my SUV and got another blanket; one of two army surplus wool blankets I kept just in case of a breakdown on a cold night or something. Going back to our picnic spot Candy and I lay together on the wet picnic blanket and I spread the wool blanket over us.
Lying under the blanket Candy opened first her then my shorts, pushing and pulling the wet garments down over our hips. Then as we lay covered by the wool blanket we masturbated each other as we kissed. My fingers moved over and between her lips, already wet with her natural lube. They slipped into her hole and slowly pumped in and out, my thumb resting against her clit. Candy's hand stroked me, lubed by precum as it leaked out of my cock. We made out and played with each other for quite a while until Candy stopped, lay on her back and struggled out of her wet shorts. As she worked her shorts off I did the same. Candy was wearing no panties and after she'd pushed the shorts off her feet she rolled on top of me. Sliding her ass around until my cock entered her pussy she rode me as she lay flat atop me, our mouths pressed together again. Candy ground her crotch into mine, rolling her hips and sliding back and forth. The sheath of her pussy caressed my cock for four or five minutes until she had had at least two orgasms before I reached mine. When we'd finished Candy stayed as she was lying atop me and we kissed some more.
After our lips parted Candy looked down at me with amusement on her face and her eyes still glowing with her excitement. Speaking softly she said, "The couple over there," and gave a nod of her head to my right, "was watching us almost the whole time."
I looked over and maybe fifty or so yards away saw a young couple also sitting under a blanket in the falling rain. He had his arm around his girl and they were both sitting up facing our way. There was no chance they didn't know what we'd been up to, although they were far enough away not to really have seen anything other then some movement. But for Candy that was enough.
"Is that why you decided to jump my bones in the park, because someone was watching us?"
Candy just smiled one of her impish smiles and nodded then pressed her mouth back to mine.
A bit later, after we'd cuddled awhile, I found and got back into my wet shorts and Candy wrapped one of the wet blankets around her. Then we gathered our things and walked back to my SUV. The rain had been a bit cold and now that we'd finished our physical exertions and we were both soaked to the skin our teeth began to chatter. Luckily I had a second blanket in my emergency kit that Candy wrapped around herself after she'd removed all her wet clothing while standing in the door of my SUV. As we drove back to her house I turned the heater in the vehicle up high to try and warm thing's up for us.
Candy sat in the passenger seat with the blanket pulled tightly around her. She had her legs folded under her and they were also covered with the blanket. Her head lay against the corner of the door post and the seat and she shivered for most of the ride home. As we drove I heard Candy say, almost to herself she'd said it so softly, "I love you so much."
I looked at Candy, reached over and tucked the edge of the blanket under her legs where they were exposed and replied, "I love you too Candy."
Anyway, that's not what I'm here to tell you about, this is.
One day Richard, Candy's husband, gave me something to think about. While not exactly a watershed event our discussion did have implications that gave me cause to pause and think about the direction of Candy and my relationship. Although our talk occurred about a week after Candy's and my encounter in the park, events would bring it back to my mind about two years later.
The afternoon we spoke I ran into Richard at a bar I'd stopped at after work. When I came in I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. As I waited I turned around to see who I might know and saw Richard sitting alone at a table with a distracted, far away look in his eyes.
After I got my drink I walked over and asked, "Care for some company?"
His face brightened and he broke into a smile when he saw me standing there. Then he replied, "Always, please sit down."
Sitting I said, "You seemed lost in thought sitting here all by yourself?'
"Yeah, I've got a problem I'm thinking through."
