Anita's Affair

Note: For those who read Loving Wives stories for the sole pleasure of reading about a cheating wife receiving scorched earth treatment, this story is not for you. On the other hand, if you get your pleasure from writing anonymous and scathing remarks about the author's masculinity, sexual orientation, cuckoldry, etc. for not crucifying the deceitful wife and actually accepting reconciliation, read on and enjoy yourself!

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Anita Atherton looked questioningly at the telephone in her hand. She had been talking to her friend of many years, Char (for Charlotte) Jacobson, and had just turned down an invitation to have dinner the following night. Unexpectedly, the phone had gone dead as she heard Char use a very nasty word. She tried to call back, but got no answer. Shrugging her shoulder, she went back to her computer on which she was editing a manuscript. She had developed a reputation for taking the meanderings writings and weird syntax of hopeful authors and putting them into publishable shape. Those manuscripts were downloaded to her computer from various publishers or hopeful writers and she would clean them up and return them. This lucrative freelance activity permitted her to work from home and at her own pace.

Putting the interrupted call out of her mind, Anita returned to the page she had been working on. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring aggressively, indicating that a rather impatient person was summoning her. As she opened the door, she was startled to see that the impatient visitor was Char who obviously had said that nasty word and had jumped into her car to face her in person instead of over the phone. Char brushed by her without a word, going into the living room and planting herself on the couch. Anita stared at her with her mouth hanging open as her friend just glared up at her.

The two women were very similar physically. Both 27 years of age, both about 5'4" and 115 lbs. Their figures were trim kept in shape by active lives and exercise and featured breasts that were about 34B. Nice overall. Both would be described as quite pretty - not really beautiful, but very attractive. Anita's Irish heredity was shown by very dark, almost black hair, striking blue eyes and pure white skin that always burned, never tanned. Charlotte, on the other hand, was blonde with hazel eyes and with skin that tanned easily, as it had that summer. They were the dearest of friends, although that it might be hard to believe at the moment.

"All right, Nita, what's going on?"

"What do you mean...what's going on? I just talked to you a few minutes ago and you must have rushed to get here so quickly. I should ask you what's going on!"

"Look, I've been with you since we were in grade school. I probably know you better than anyone in the world unless it's Tom. You're avoiding me for some reason and I want to know why, damn it! For years every time Tom has to go out of town for those monthly meetings or those emergency runs, we have gotten together and gone out to dinner, seen a movie or just sat around and talked. The last three times he had the three-day meetings you had something else every night that you had to do. There have been at least five overnight trips and you've been 'busy.' You're hiding something from me and I want to know what! If you're mad at me for something, just say so! If I didn't know you better, I would think that you're having an affair! Now, what the hell is going on?"

Anita looked at her dearest friend's angry face and, surprisingly, started giggling. She looked at Char with a big grin and said, smugly, "You got it right!"

"What do you mean I got it right? You're mad at me for something?"

"No, I'm having an affair!"

"Very funny! Now what...oh my god, you're not kidding! What happened...are you and Tom having trouble?"

"Good heavens no! I love him more than anything in the world! No, I'm just having a fun affair that has nothing to do with him or our marriage!"

"You have to be out of your mind! What in hell are you thinking? You have a husband that would be the envy of any woman, including me. He's honest, loves you without limits, trusts you implicitly. He's handsome, is very successful! You've told me that sex with him is wonderful! And you're cheating him, going behind his back for a 'fun' affair? You must be insane! What's going to happen when he finds out about this?"

"Everything you said is absolutely true. He couldn't be a more perfect husband than he is. This has nothing to do with him or anything in our marriage. I honestly don't think that I could live without him! I don't know why, but, for some reason, that just makes this more fun. I know that doesn't make any sense but it really turns me on!"

"It damn sure doesn't make any sense! How long has this been going on?"

"It started at the high school reunion last April, so it's about four months. It was totally unexpected, but it was one of those happenings when fate just seems to line things up. You were in Toledo with your mother in the hospital so you weren't there. I don't like to drive at night even if I have just one drink, so Meg Simpkins picked me up and was going to bring me home. After about two hours, her babysitter called saying that her daughter was sick and she had to leave. I told her that I would get a taxi home when I was ready. If you had been there, nothing would have happened. If Meg had stayed, nothing would have happened.

"Then there was one other thing. Bill Wissinger was there!"

"Oh god, I see where this is going! Your old high school sweetheart."

"I wouldn't call him that, but, yeah, that was it. I hadn't seen him in years. He moved away while we were in college and we hadn't written or anything. He never came back for our past reunions because he lived too far away, but he had just been transferred back here. It was nice talking to him but that almost certainly would have been it if Meg had stayed to take me home. When I was preparing to call a taxi he was right there and said that my house was on his way so that he would drop me off on his way home. I didn't hesitate because I had enjoyed talking to him and I honestly just thought of him as just a friend from the past.

"Well, that's not quite true. I had been felt up, of course, and a couple of guys got their hands on my bra and one had touched my pussy through my panties for a second or two, but that was it. Bill was the first to do more. He had his hand on my panties regularly and, maybe, got a finger under them. He definitely got my bra undone and played with my tits. You and I never talked about this - I was too shy - but it went a lot further on senior prom night. He might have gotten me that night.

"Fortunately for my virginity, he had that sports car, an MG - two bucket seats in front with the gearshift between them and no back seat." Nita giggled again, adding, "There were no fancy limos at our little school were there? Just our boyfriends' cars and Bill had the MG which was hot looking, but not much for sex. Actually, I think my father was happy to see me get into that little car instead one of those big rolling bedrooms! I'm also sure that he was happy that I was wearing that long and sleek ball gown with its relatively inaccessible tight skirt. Oh, I felt sexy in that dress."

Giggling again, "I don't think that Bill was as pleased with the tight skirt - hard to get under it - but he said that I was beautiful! He started to feel my tits, but I stopped him saying that I didn't want to get wrinkled, but I added, 'You can do that later!' I had to be excited to say something like that! He came around to open my door and, as I started to get out, he said, 'Show me something!' The last few times I had gotten out of those low seats, I had spread my legs to show him my panties.

"It was impossible to show anything with that long skirt and he was obviously disappointed. Then, as I stood up, he shocked me by saying, 'Pull your skirt up and show me!' I said, 'Oh Bill, I can't! Besides, there are people around and they would see!'

Anita continued talking to Char but actually began reliving the moment in her own mind.

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"Come on honey, yes you can! The door will hide you and I really want to see you! Pull your skirt up!"

"I shouldn't do that - I've never done anything in my life like that!"

Despite her obvious reluctance, Anita suddenly realized that she really wanted to expose herself. She was excited and Bill's intense desire to see under her skirt finally overcame her scruples. Looking around quickly and seeing no one nearby, she hesitantly reached down and began working her tight skirt upwards. Bill hadn't really believed that he would get his shy girlfriend to expose herself to his eager eyes, but it was happening! His cock was like a spear in his pants as she shimmied and twisted to work the tight skirt upwards. She had never worn stockings before when they had been together and his excitement mounted as her dark hose tops came into view followed by the slim garter belt supporters, tight against her bare thighs.

He involuntarily gasped as, finally, her brief panties came into view. He could see the dark pubic hair through the thin fabric. At last, as the skirt moved past her hair line, she stopped and stood there, almost in a trance as she timidly posed before him. Time seemed to stand still for her as she just stood there before his intense stare. She wasn't thinking, just waiting for some signal from Bill as she unconsciously posed provocatively before him.

"Wait, don't move!" Hurryingly, Bill reached behind her to the center console and grabbed a camera which he planned to use during the prom. Stepping back, he said "Smile," and before she could react, quickly snapped several pictures of her standing there. Then, before she could release her skirt, he knelt before her, reached in with both hands, grasped the waistband of her panties and jerked them down below her knees.

"No, Bill, stop! Don't! Please, what are you doing?"

Her reactions were too late because her panties fell down to her feet. Her hands left her skirt as she tried to cover her pussy hair, but the skirt just stayed up, held by its tightness and the flare of her hips. She had never dreamed of being in that position and she just stood there, her hands covering her crotch, frozen in that revealing position. When Bill reached down and grabbed her foot, she unthinkingly raised it as he pulled her panties away. He did the same with the other foot and stood up and, for the first time in her life, a man saw her naked (for practical purposes) below the waist.

She finally came to her senses and started to work her skirt down to cover herself, but Bill stopped her. "Let me see you, honey! You're sexy and beautiful! Keep your skirt up and let me see you! Come on, Nita; pull it all the way up!"

Anita's mind was full of conflicting emotions. The totally unexpected exposure shocked and stunned her. A flood of embarrassment flowed over her and her immediate reaction was to cover herself. Yet, here was Bill admiring her and urging her on and, astonishing her no end, she felt that embarrassment ebb, to be replaced with a wave of sexual excitement which she had never felt before. Without conscious thought, she straightened up and, as Bill beseeched her, she grasped her skirt and pulled it back up, completely exposing everything from the top of her garter belt to her feet.

This time she actually did pose as Bill snapped several more pictures, some full length, some of just her cunt area. Finally, hearing voices and realizing how exposed she was if someone came along, Anita forced her skirt down. It was then that the reality of what she had done penetrated and the embarrassment returned. "Oh my god, Bill, promise that you'll never show those pictures to anyone. I'll be ruined!"

"Don't worry, Nita, they're just for me! I swear! I've never seen anything so sexy in my life!" He reached over and kissed her, saying, "We'd better go on in. We can talk about it afterwards."

"Where are my panties?"

"I've got them and I'll give them back afterwards!"

"Bill! I can't go in there without panties on! Give them back to me, please!"

"Later. It will be sexy knowing that we're dancing and that I have your panties in my pocket! No one will know with that long skirt on."

"Please Bill, I'll be embarrassed even if no one knows. Damn it, I'll know!"

"Yeah, and I'll know too! I wish that we had your bra off too! Just think of dancing naked under your dress!"

There was additional pleading, but Bill held firm and all evening Anita was all too aware that, for the first time in her life, she had no panties on in public. Much of the evening there was a blush on her face, but she finally admitted to herself, but not to Bill, that it made the whole prom night different and more exciting than any previous dance.

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"Oh my heavens, I got carried away! You didn't need all that information!"

"Don't stop there! So my innocent little friend walked around for over four hours with no panties on!"

"I had no choice! I was scared to death, certain that everyone would know. However, after a short time my nerves calmed down and I got hot, thinking how shocked everyone would be if they knew. Being naked under my skirt, even that long one, was really a big deal for me, particularly what had happened to my panties. I'll tell you, when we finally left, I think that Bill could have had me if he had found a place to lay me down!

"There was no flat place, not even a car seat, so my virginity was still there for Tom to take later. We got into the MG, drove to a necking place and, boy, was I ready! It was a time of new experiences. He unzipped the back of my dress, unhooked my bra and, for the first time, my tits were out in front of a man - well an eighteen year old man anyway. He felt and squeezed them while sucking my nipples. At the same time, despite the tight quarters, he got my skirt up enough to reach my pussy and actually got a finger, maybe two, into me and finger-fucked me. I was writhing all over the seat and, another first, I came - I had an orgasm!

"I slumped back on the seat, overcome by what had happened. He pulled away from me and ripped his pants open and, as I discovered, got his cock out. He took my hand and put it on him and wrapped my fingers around it. I suddenly realized what I had in my hand and tried to jerk away, but he held me there while pulling my head toward him. I had no idea of what he wanted and, anyway, the stick shift lever was in the way.

"I was still in something of a daze from my first orgasm when Bill pulled away, got out of the car, hurried around and opened my door. He crouched down, reached in, put his hand behind my head and drew it toward his cock. The MG was very low so my mouth was at the right level and I heard him say, 'Kiss it!'

"It was too dark to see it clearly, but, without thinking, I did just what he wanted - I pursed my lips and kissed the tip as it pushed toward me. I pulled my head back and started to say something - I have no idea what - but as soon as my lips parted, the head slid right in. It wasn't in my mouth more than a second before it erupted. It was deep in my mouth and the first charge shot right into my throat, choking me. I managed to pull back and swallow enough to breathe while he continued to shoot, some going into my mouth, the rest hitting my chin and dripping down onto my bra and tits.

"Obviously, you can't say that I sucked him - he just used my mouth. I was stunned by the whole event, of course, but my immediate reaction was worrying about cleaning myself. I'm still surprised at myself for I would have expected to be in hysterics after such a shocking experience. Actually, I think that I was in a daze and the real magnitude of what had happened hit me later that night at home.

"Anyway, then I just grabbed a box of tissues he fortunately had there. I calmly swallowed the residue in my mouth and wiped my face as thoroughly as I could - honestly more concerned about the remnants of my makeup that anything else. Actually, everything about the whole experience - from being exposed, finger-fucked, etc., hit me later. Neither of us really knew what to say and we were saved from having to face what all we had done by the sudden realization of how late it was.

"My father was very strict and I had a rigid curfew of 2:00 AM, leaving only fifteen minutes to get home! I refastened my bra, Bill zipped my dress up and we broke the speed limit, making it with a few minutes to spare! We jumped out of the car, hurried onto the porch, hugged each other very hard, exchanged a long kiss and I went in. I did manage to say that I had a wonderful time - which I had!

"I walked into the house and I heard my father call out, 'Five minutes early! Very good, dear. That's a good man you were out with. Did you have a good time?'

"It was wonderful! I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, daddy. I've got to get into the bathroom now!" I thought, 'If he had any idea about what we did, he would be out of bed hunting for Bill!'

"Actually, I did need the bathroom so I hurried in without looking at myself. When I got up and looked in the mirror I swear I almost fainted! I had worn little makeup, but what I had was smeared and I obviously hadn't wiped my face sufficiently since semi-dried cum remained in a number of places. I was shocked, of course and all I could think of at that moment was 'Thank god daddy didn't see me.'

"Then, I slipped my dress off and stood there wearing just my bra and garter belt and realized that I had never thought of getting my panties back. I unsnapped my bra and got another surprise - it was damp from Bill's cum and my tits were still wet from where the overflow that had dribbled out of my mouth. In addition, there were marks and light bruising that threatened to be more conspicuous tomorrow, a threat that was fulfilled the next day.

"Fortunately, my dress had fallen away from my tits so it was wrinkled but there were only a few cum spots on it. However, the inside at the back under my pussy was drenched. My missing panties weren't there to absorb my wetness! I was horribly embarrassed by the obvious source of the wetness when I took it to the dry cleaners the following day. Happily there was no comment or knowing smirks and it came back in perfect shape"

She hesitated a moment and then continued, "I still have that dress and I love it. I've had it on twice since that night. The first time was when Tom and I were at the Senior Prom in college. I felt very sexy in it partly because of the way I looked in it, but also because of its ties to that night! I had forgotten, or more likely, unconsciously suppressed the details of what we had done, but I remembered the excitement. However, I deliberately left my panties off again, as Tom discovered, but I wasn't as wet so there were only a few marks. The other time was with Bill as we reminisced about that night not long after our affair started. I tried it on again for him and we both got very excited as we replayed what we had done."

"Damn, that was a hot night - and you never told me about it! You were very lucky that you fooled your father."

"Yeah, the next day I had marks all over my breasts, but when dressed I looked pure and chaste." Giggling, she continued, "I felt very smug sitting at the table with him as I described an innocent night of dancing and as I pictured what my tits looked like under my bra. Of course, most girls have things to hide from their parents!"

"Right - and from their friends! Ok, you've told me about your high school sex with Bill. How does this lead to what you are doing with him now. You ended up with Tom so, obviously you broke up with Bill. What happened?"