Away From Home

Life was good; I had a wonderful home, a wonderful husband, a wonderful son and now I had a wonderful daughter to make my family complete and then Maggie Thatcher became prime minister.

We were doing ok, not great but ok; our mortgage was one week of Mike's wages every month and, although we didn't have a lavish lifestyle, we were comfortable and content but, almost immediately after her election, the interest rate rocketed and, almost overnight, our mortgage became two weeks wages every month and we were struggling. All around us, for sale boards went up as people's homes were repossessed only to be sold on at way below their market value to Maggie's cronies.

It was a scary time but we were determined not to lose everything we'd worked so hard to get. Mike went on the night shift which paid 30% more and we cut out every unnecessary expense. We basically lived on baked beans and spaghetti but we kept our home.

Suddenly, we were ships that passed in the night. Mike left for work at eight in the evening, monday to thursday and came home at half seven in the morning tuesday to friday just as I was leaving to take the children around to his mum's before heading to work myself.

We'd been used to sleeping together every night and I felt unbelievably lonely sitting watching tv on my own four nights a week while the kids were asleep upstairs but, if anything, it made us stronger. We were on the same side and, having less time together, we appreciated what time we had more and made the most of it, playing board games and going for long walks and picnics with the kids and, of course, we made the most of our three nights together.

Our finances improved, slowly, but they did improve but only through Mike remaining on the night shift and me doing extra hours. It was a hard time but, working together through adversity definitely brought us closer together, if that was possible.

Maybe there is actually something in that seven year itch thing because Mike and I had been together for about seven years when I started thinking that I was missing out. I hadn't been with anyone other than Mike since our son was born and I started thinking about all those guys out there and what I might be missing out on.

In my opinion, there's not much more exciting than knowing that a good looking guy is watching you and wanting you and not much more stomach churningly thrilling than when they approach you and offer to buy you a drink or ask you to dance. It's totally exhilarating to feel their arms around you as you dance and feel the bulge in their pants pressing up against you and knowing that you caused it. That first kiss is electric and the feel of their hands gripping your bum makes you feel dizzy with excitement. The first time that you touch a new stiff cock sends shock waves through your body and you almost faint when they pull your knickers down around your ankles. It's hard to breathe when the slick head of their cock touches you and you can't help gasping when that hot, stiff shaft first slips inside you. And the way that fireworks erupt and your head explodes when you cum is the most amazing sensation in the universe. It's totally addictive and I truly missed it.

It was friday night and we were in bed, lying side by side on our backs, totally spent and just catching our breath when I asked "Do you ever miss having sex with other women?" and Mike instantly replied "No, you're the only woman I want" and I knew by how quickly he replied that he hadn't given any thought to his answer and was automatically saying what he thought I wanted to hear and I couldn't believe how feeble my voice sounded as I replied "I do".

There was total silence as I stared up into the gloom, just barely able to make out the shadowy shape of the lampshade above me as I waited for Mike's response but nothing came.

The silence dragged on and started to fill the room and feel oppressive and finally I had to speak so I said "I don't want to want to leave you or have any kind of relationship, I just want to fuck a few more cocks before I'm too old" and, again, I was greeted by silence.

I'd been thinking about this for weeks and planning what I was going to say and imagining Mike's response and, in all of my scenarios, I'd never imagined total silence. The silence felt unbearable as we both lay there completely frozen and, once again, it was me that broke it. I asked "What do you think?" and Mike finally spoke and in almost a whisper, he said "I don't want you to".

This was one of the responses that I'd expected so I was back on track with my reply as I said "I don't want to leave you and I'll always come home to you in the morning, I just want to fuck a few new guys before I'm too old" and, again, I was met by silence so I said "Well? What do you think?" and Mike replied "I don't want you to do it but I don't suppose that I can stop you if that's what what you're going to do, it's your body and you're free to do what you want with it and I can't lock you up or fit you with a chastity belt" and I felt a surge of relief at his words and, in my mind, he'd said 'Yes' and his lame joke about a chastity belt just confirmed that it was ok.

I felt elated and I excitedly replied "I really do love you and I'll always come back to you" and, after a long moment, Mike said "So you want us to have sex with other people?" and I was horrified and I blurted out "Oh, no, I hate the idea of you having sex with other women, I love you too much" and, even as I spoke, I could hear the hypocrisy in my words.

Yeah, I know, I can hear all the sanctimonious virgins chanting 'cheaters' handbook, cheaters' handbook as if that's a thing but, of course, they've never been in a real life situation with real life people.

Mike sounded totally expressionless as he replied "Oh, so it's ok for you to fuck other guys but it's not ok for my to fuck other women" and I actually did feel quite ashamed as I muttered "No, I'd hate it".

I fully expected Mike to say 'well, if I can't, you can't' but, after a long pause, he said "Ok, I can't stop you so, if you're going to do it there have to be rules".

My heart almost stopped, my mind was in absolute turmoil, I was so excited that I wasn't sure that I'd heard him correctly or understood what he'd said and I just mumbled "Ok".

He said "First, you can't fuck anyone that we know" and a shiver of excitement swept over me as I mumbled "Ok". He then said "And you can't fuck anyone who lives nearby" and I could hardly breathe as I gasped "Ok" then he added "And no secrets, you need to tell me what's going on" and my entire body was tingling as I whispered "Ok".

My nipples were achingly hard, my cunt was throbbing and my juices were flowing from me as I lay there gasping for breath as I waited for him to say more or do something but he just lay there perfectly still and totally silent so I reached over and, to my surprise and delight, I found that his prick was rock hard and literally bouncing up and down. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling its heat and feeling it pulsing in my grasp but, still, he didn't move or say anything.

I turned onto my side and kissed his shoulder and my throat was so dry and tight that I struggled to get the words out as I whispered "I already know who I'm going to fuck first" and Mike didn't reply but I felt his entire body go rigid and I'm quite sure that he was shocked by my statement.

I told him that there was a team of builders working on the outside of the hotel that I worked in and, for the last two weeks, their boss had sought me out to talk to me whenever he could even though I had nothing to do with or knew anything about the work that they were doing.

I was about twenty eight at the time and he was definitely in his fifties, he wasn't as tall as Mike but much bigger built and he was ruggedly good looking with a deep tan from all his hours working outdoors. I told Mike that I'd always fancied fucking an older man and imagined that he'd be able to teach me a few new tricks and Mike replied that I could probably teach him some.

I'd had this fantasy for a long time and I suppose it might be because I lost my virginity to a married guy who was almost twenty years older than me and, foolishly, at the time, I really thought that he'd leave his wife for me until, after several months, I saw him dancing with another silly young girl.

I had another recurring fantasy from way back then and that fantasy involved me being chased by a caveman or a viking warrior, thrown to the ground and taken. I told Mike about this fantasy while we were living in our holiday let and he agreed to play it out with me and chased me through the woods growling and snarling as I dodged and swerved in and out of the trees and squealed each time his grasping hands got a fleeting touch on my arm or back.

I seriously got into it and felt genuine panic each time he touched me. My heart was pounding fit to burst and I was gasping for breath when he finally caught up with me in a small clearing and grappled me to the ground. I was seriously struggling to get away as he held my wrists in one hand and, reaching under my skirt, literally tore off my knickers leaving them in tatters around my left thigh. I struggled and snarled and twisted from side to side as, kneeling astride me with my hands still held above my head, he pulled out his stiff dick and tried to push it into me. My eyes were tightly closed and I was really into my fantasy as I twisted and turned trying to escape from him and I lurched up at him, trying to bite his face.

He was too strong for me and, eventually, he managed to ram his.prick into my dripping hole and I was cumming even before he was fully inside me as I bucked and shuddered beneath him and howled out loud in what was probably the most intense orgasm of my life. I fell back gasping for breath and totally contented and, when I finally came down and opened my eyes, I found Mike still kneeling astride me holding one wrist in each hand and with a look of sheer panic on his face. He told me that he'd been terrified that I was going to bite a chunk out of his face and that he just had to hold on for grim death and I saw with horror that I must have managed to get my hand free at some point because there were three parallel, bright red scratches across his cheek. That was the only time that Mike ever indulged my fantasies other than some very mild spanking.

Anyway, back to my builder.

I'd only been out with the girls a couple of times ( at Mike's insistence ) since our finances took a nosedive and I'd felt so guilty about spending our spare cash that, each time, I'd come home early after just an hour or so. It had been years since I'd been in a situation where any man had tried chatting me up and that old familiar surge of excitement rushed through me as old memories flooded back as this handsome builder complimented and flattered me and here was Mike saying that it was ok.

On monday, I got up earlier than usual, had a bath, shaved my legs and, instead of my usual jeans and T shirt, I put on a knee length, black skirt and white blouse and, instead of my usual comfy white bra and knickers, I put on a matching set of black satin bra, knickers and suspender belt complete with sheer black nylons and, instead of trainers, I wore black court shoes with a small heel. A little make up and a spray of perfume, which I always wore, and I was ready for work.

I was in a state of high tension with butterflies in my stomach as I went about.my usual duties but no one turned up on the scaffolding that morning and I went home feeling bitterly disappointed. Mike was waiting for me and seemed incredibly eager to hear my news and he seemed almost as disappointed as I was when I told him what had or rather hadn't happened.

I dressed in a similar manner the next morning only, this time, I was wearing my lucky red suspender set. I had a drawer bulging with lingerie that Mike had bought me over the years including several matching suspender sets in varying colours and fabrics, basques, bustiers, teddies and corsets. I had dozens of garters and pairs of stockings, patterned and plain in a variety of colours but no hold ups because, in those days they either failed to stay up or gripped your thighs so tightly that they became uncomfortable and left an unattractive red line around your thigh.

Anyway, each morning I left for work in a different set of underwear and each evening I returned home disappointed. I told myself that my builders must have finished their work so I decided that friday would be my last day of dressing that way.

Despite wearing provocative underwear, I'd actually put my builder out of my mind as I went from room to room, stripping and making beds, vacuuming and cleaning bathrooms and it must have been about eleven o'clock when I realised that someone was on the scaffolding outside the window. I had my back to the window but I knew someone was there because I could see their shadow on the floor beside me and I instinctively knew who it was. I felt a surge of excitement and my cunt instantly juiced up as I kept my back to the window and continued straightening the top cover on the bed I was working on. I almost laughed out loud as I heard muffled sounds and saw the shadow climbing through the open window and creeping towards me.

I was pretending to be totally unaware but I was trembling and holding my breath as the shadow disappeared from view behind me and then I felt two hands snake around my and grip.my belly, pulling me upright as a voice said "Guess who".

I remained perfectly still and replied "I don't know" and the hands gripped me tighter, pulling me backwards against what felt like a fairly big bulge. I giggled and pushed back myself as I asked "Who is it?" and the intruder spun me around and I pretended to be surprised when I saw that it was Rob, my builder.

He dropped his hands to my bum and pulled me back against him as he ducked his head to kiss me and I dropped.my own hands to his bum and gripped him just as tightly as I pulled him hard against me, grinding myself against that hard bulge as I kissed him back.

I was a little bit later than usual when I got home that afternoon and Mike was anxiously waiting for my report and, seeing the grin on my face, he said "Well?" and I replied "You'll have to wait till bedtime".

We went to pick the kids up and took them to the park for a few hours then home for tea and bed and, no sooner were they tucked up than Mike eagerly asked "Well!" and I could hardly keep a straight face as, once again, I said "You'll have to wait till bedtime".

We watched tv and shared a bottle of wine but it wasn't even ten o'clock when Mike impatiently demanded "Right, time for bed".

I acted coy and went to the bathroom to get undressed and put on my shortest nightdress and, when I returned to the bedroom, Mike was sitting up in bed, stark naked with his clothes scattered around the room. I got into bed beside him and said nothing, enjoying the power that I held over him and it only took a split second before he demanded "Well?" and I replied "Well, he was there today and I'm meeting him on sunday".

Mike was obviously unimpressed and insisted "And?" and I replied "We're going for a drink and something to eat then he's taking me out on his boat, I'm really looking forward to it, I've never had sex on a boat".

Despite having promised not to keep any secrets from Mike, I was reluctant to tell him what had happened so he teased my nipples and stroked my lower belly and thighs until I was panting and squirming and, little by little, I revealed how Rob had crept up on me and kissed me.

I was really enjoying winding Mike up and I could hear the frustration in his voice as he almost snarled "So, what happened?" and I replied "Nothing, we were interrupted". Mike looked as though he was going to burst a blood vessel as he cried out "What!" and I chuckled and told him "We were kissing and he was touching me and that and we were going to fuck but then his mate turned up and he had to go but I'm going to meet him on sunday and I will fuck him".

Mike was clearly unimpressed but I swore that there was nothing more to tell so, as a reward for being so naughty, Mike pulled up my nightie revealing my aching tits, squeezing and sucking them before trailing his tongue across my belly and into my bush. I gasped as he ran his tongue along the length of my slit and I parted my legs to allow him greater access to my dribbling hole and I was just starting to feel the first flickers around my eyes when he suddenly stopped and started rising up from the bed. I placed my hands on the top of his head, trying to push him back down but he was too strong for me and, despite all my efforts to keep him down there, his head popped out from under the covers and he asked "What are those marks?".

My mind flew into a panic and I gasped "What mark's?" and he replied "Those bruises on your thighs". I didn't know there were bruises but I instantly realised what they must be but I still asked "What bruises?". Mike sounded totally emotionless as he answered "There's finger marks on both your thighs". There was obviously no point in denying them so I tried to sound as casual as I could as I replied "Oh, he must have left them there when he was kissing me" and Mike said "Oh, so he sucked your cunt?" and I replied "A bit".

Mike snorted "How do you suck a cunt a bit? You either suck it or you don't" and I felt a sudden surge of annoyance as I snapped back "Ok, ok, he sucked my cunt, there's no law against it, is there?" and he, still in that calm emotionless voice, replied "No, there's no law against it, so did you suck his cock!" and I suddenly felt embarrassed as I mumbled "A bit". Mike just gave a humourless chuckle and said "So, did you fuck him?" and I felt another slight flare of anger as I snapped back "No, I told you, I was going to fuck him but we were interrupted, but I'm going to meet him on sunday and I'm going to fuck him then and I'll tell you all about it when I get home".

I don't think Mike believed me but it was the truth; we were lying on the bed in the sixty nine position when one of his mates showed up at the window and I was so surprised and shocked that I instinctively tried to slam my legs together and that must have been when I got the bruises.

Mike might not have believed me but, at least, he finished me off with his tongue before we snuggled up and went to sleep. He wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let him because I wanted to keep myself fired up for my 'date' on sunday.

The next day was saturday and, even though I had a drawer full of lingerie, we left the kids at Mike's mother's house and I led him all around town looking for a new set and, after a few beers, we returned home with a new emerald green set of satin bra, knickers and suspenders.

I could hardly sleep that night because my head was buzzing and my stomach was performing somersaults.

The next day, I bathed and got dressed in my new underwear and put one of my favourite dresses on top of it. It was a figure hugging chocolate brown velvet dress that was knee length with a high neckline. I knew, by the reactions that I received when I wore that dress, that I looked good in it. I'd kept my slim figure due to having a physically demanding job and having to run around after two children and my 36B breasts had grown to 38C also from having two children and the ruched bodice of that dress made my breasts look even bigger.

There was a birthday party for one of Mike's nephews at his mother's house that day and we were to drop our children off there and pick them up the next day which suited my plans just fine although I did worry a little that I was a bit over dressed for a kids party but no one seemed to notice.

Mike got into a conversation with one of his sisters and the time for my assignation was getting closer and closer and I was trying more and more desperately to attract Mike's attention until, finally, I had to interrupt him and hiss "I'm late". Mike looked panicked and made a quick excuse as we hurried to the car and raced the mile or so to my rendezvous. I was furious and I told Mike that I knew he'd deliberately made me late but he swore that he hadn't and that I'd never actually told him when I was due to meet my builder which might have been true.