Misty drove into her neighbourhood street with her kids playing in the back seat. She noticed the car parked by the curb in front of the Dreshner's compound with the name and logo of the company Phone-R-Us imprinted on the side. The door to her neighbour's home came open and a suspicious look came on her face when she saw the black man exit the house and walk down the driveway towards the parked car. His shirt bore the same logo as that on the car and though she had only a couple of seconds of observing the man's face, she could have sworn that he looked like someone she'd seen before. At that moment she turned her sight forward and drove to her home.
She was helping her kids out the backseat with their stuff in hand when she looked up again and saw the car drive past her. She watched it disappear from view before closing her car door and walking her kids to the house.
Misty wondered how Fred was going about with his day. However he was doing, she figured he'd be taking lots of excuses at the workplace to go jerk off somewhere, she thought. A good thing she had her own means of getting herself off without him.
Before going to pick up her kids, she had made a not too discreet stop at a sex shop, one of such places she never thought she would ever come to find herself visiting. Her initial thought had been to go in, find what she wanted, pay for it and then jet out of the building with few minutes to spare. Such had been her plan from the onset, but the moment she set foot into the sex shop, all old habits had gone off the window. Misty had looked around the room, admiring the assorted sex toys, appliances and other stimulating erotic accessories she'd felt like a kid lost in a candy store. The shop was equipped with almost everything ranging from the latest BDSM gagging leather wears, flesh-light sex toys for men, sensuous bath lotions and other dazzling erotic gifts. They had a rack full of adult DVDs or whatever variety she desired. One of the guys behind the counter came by asking if she needed any assistance. They had so much stuff to make her wish she was still a teen and it made her wished she'd experimented living a slothful lifestyle, if only for a little while, instead of pretending to be the good girl as she'd always been.
There was some much stuff to see in the shop and a lot of things she'd love to try out, but when she glanced at her watch and realised how much time she'd spent in there, she snatched up pink-coloured vibrating dildo from amongst a rack of others and paid for it and then hurried out of the shop before she sighted something that would make her want to stay some more. She did take one of its complimentary cards and made a note to stop by some other time in the near future.
At home, having fed her children, she retired upstairs to her bedroom. At this time she would have given Fred a call, let him know where she was, but she didn't bother. She locked the bedroom door then took off her clothes and lay on the bed and tried out her new toy. It felt so good the way it slipped between her pussy lips, its vibrating stimulating her cunt excitedly. She lay there with her eyes half shut, sighing from the arousing stimulation she was getting and wishing she had a strong man there to do what her dildo was doing.
Night time came and she woke up in the middle of it, listened to the snoring sound coming from Fred's corner of the bed and quietly eased herself out of the bed. She sneaked out of the bedroom with her dildo and one of her husband's cuckold movies in her hand and tip-toed down the stairs to watch it in the DVD machine. While she watched, she fucked her pussy with her dildo and for the next hour pretended she was somewhere else, far from her home.
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"Just tell me one thing, Kevin," Fred took a sip off his glass before continuing with what he wanted to say to me. "Why do it?"
I gave him a keen look as if wondering if he was any serious or if his wanting to spend another lunch hour with me was just his way of further jerking my chain. I still remembered how inflamed he'd become the last time we had this conversation, and here we were back at it once again. Except I was being cautious this time. The memory of Ray Olsen and his wife coming to surprise me last night still weighted on my mind and I wonder how bad my reputation in my neighbourhood was fast going to become by the time others around get to find out about the kinky detail Hailey and I have been indulging, like it was any of their business in the first place. I'd picked up Fred's phone call with reluctance and my initial intention had been to turn him down, except he'd apologised for the way he'd acted last time we sat together and promised he wasn't going to behave like that anymore. I got the feeling that he'd been doing a lot of soul-searching lately and thought why not.
So here we were at the same restaurant as last time. We'd just finished lunch and were sipping beers when he brought up the question. I braced myself for whatever might come next and chose my answers carefully.
"Why is that so important?" I threw the question back at him.
"Come on, Kev," he sighed irritably. "Stop dragging this along, you know damn well what I mean."
"I do know what you mean, Fred. And when it gets down to it, such don't really matter. I can't explain to you how and why or even when Hailey and I began having such thoughts. In the end, it really doesn't matter why. We love each other, and this is something we're both into together. She didn't tie my arms behind my back and torture me into accepting it. Matter of fact, I was sort of the one who pushed her into it."
"How?" he looked at me intently when he asked this question.
"Nothing to it really. Our love life was becoming rather typical. We still screwed a lot, but there was no fire in it anymore. No spark, if you get what I mean."
"What do you mean no spark? Hailey's a lovely and hot-looking woman. You should be proud of being married to a gal like her?"
"You're missing the point, Fred," I stressed. "I said nothing about never loving Hailey. What I said was we weren't having a spark in bed anymore. You know ... the sensual vibe you usually get when you first lay your woman. We'd lost it somehow in our marriage and this was the only means we had of getting it back."
He looked at me with a dumbfounded expression in his eyes then shook his head. I got the feeling he was undecided on something that was nagging at his mind. I got a pretty good feeling what it was but thought it wise I kept my mouth shut about it ... for now. I've seen it happen to other hubbies such as myself. I understood the feeling of first-step denial. I understood it because the same had happened to me when I first began having thoughts of allowing Hailey to fuck another man. Scary it was at first, but I'd met others who'd told me not get bothered about it, and within days I'd accepted my place in the matter and felt all right about it. All it took was a little time and urging and Fred would be like me. For now, I simply sat and watched, sipped my drink and bided my time.
"I'm sorry the way I'm poking my nose into your affairs, Kevin. Don't mean to hurt your feelings. Just that ... I can't imagine this sort of lifestyle you and Hailey are living ... how damaging it must be for both of you."
"Will you stop being obtuse, Fred. You sound like we're serving some type of jail term or something. We weren't forced into this lifestyle, and neither are we complaining. Look, I'm not going to ask or tell you what to do with your home. That's you and Misty's business, not mine. This was what Hailey and I wanted. It was our decision, and nobody else's."
"And you're not worried about the consequences it might have for you both down the road?"
"So far neither of us is complaining," I answered.
"You don't care if people know?"
"Who says I don't care? You don't see me walking around telling everybody that my wife's got a black lover and I approve of it, do you?"
"But people will find out," he spoke earnestly. "The neighbours will find out."
I shrugged. "So what if they find out? You think they don't do funny stuff when in their homes, but you don't see me going around poking through their windows do you? Besides, they too can come join in the fun."
