Belinda's Story

Nine years passed. I was now thirty-eight years old. I was looking at middle age and caring for an empty nest. Robert Jr. was starting his sophomore year in college and Sarah was in her last year of high school. Sarah had won a place in an exchange student program. She would do her senior year in England. They both had lives of their own and neither of those lives revolved around their mom and dad. Both of them were anxious to set off on their individual quest to take over the world. I knew they would come to visit their father and me, but they would never really come home. I was an empty nester.

I was at the country club. I had come to play tennis with a friend that day. After the match, I had taken a shower and changed to shorts and a halter-top in the locker room. I had decided that I would treat myself to a drink and a half an hour of me-time before going home. I would still beat Bobby there.

Today was free margarita day at the club. Premixed drinks were available at the self-service station at the bar. These free drinks were very weak. I stood there and looked at what was on hand. I could have frozen or plain and one of three sizes. I chose one of the largest glasses knowing that when full it would only contain about one jigger of tequila. I tipped it over, dipped the rim in water, and then rubbed it into the salt plate. I filled it with the frozen version of the drink. It was like a kick-ass snow cone.

I made my way toward the patio, and an older man named Ray Miles held the door open for me. He is one of the men that Bobby plays golf with from time to time. He smiled and spoke quietly so that only I could hear. He said, "When you finish that drink, I want you to go home with me. Maybe you will be drunk enough to let me stick my tongue in your belly button."

I smiled back and rebuffed him by saying, "Only in your dreams, pervert." He chuckled and we each went our separate way. I had recognized his words as those of a true proposition. He wanted to stick another part of his body into another part of mine. He is a very attractive man. A butterfly fluttered its wings in my tummy and my pussy tingled. I shook it off and moved on. We had flirted like that for a long time. He had never been pushy or obnoxious and really, I couldn't help myself. I liked him.

I found a table in the shade and took a seat there. It overlooked the clay tennis courts where I had played earlier. I sipped my drink, sucked a bit of shaved ice into my mouth, and let it lie on my tongue long enough to melt.

The club pro was evidently giving instruction to a younger woman. They were only about twenty yards away from me, but I didn't recognize her. She might have been a high school girl. Maybe she was the daughter of a member. She was small, lithe, and athletic. She also appeared to be very well shaped and grown-up in that department. As I watched, I couldn't help but notice the show she was putting on for him. If she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt, she was showing him the good stuff. Her flirts were blatant.

The pro was a beautiful man. He was pretending not to notice her antics. I had taken several lessons with him. He was several years younger than I was, but he was mature and a super specimen of masculinity. He moved like a young lion just reaching his prime. I could see his muscles flex under his clothes and of course, his powerful legs were exposed in his shorts. He had given me butterflies and tingles several times in the past and then I realized that it was happening again as I sat there. I thought, "That's twice from two different men in the last ten minutes and one of them didn't even have to talk to me."

A voice behind me said, "He is one true stud muffin. Isn't he?" I looked around to see Vivian Wears standing there. Vivian is not really a close friend, but she is an acquaintance of long-standing. She asked. "May I sit?" She was carrying a margarita the same size as mine and looking to enjoy it with some conversation. Vivian is close to my age and has maintained her looks well. She is a few pounds overweight, but just a very few.

I replied, "Sure. Sit with me." Then I answered her first question by saying with a suppressed laugh, "Stud muffin, he is." Then I added, "I was watching that young girl flirt with him."

Vivian said, "He will take her to his bed if she is legal. If she isn't old enough, he will ignore her."

I said, "Really. Do you think so?"

She laughed aloud. She said, "Come now, Belinda. You must know that Kevin has screwed most of the young trophy wives here and quite a few of the women in our age group. He is definitely something of a rake and he has found a niche in a target-rich environment."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

She replied, "Well, the fact is, there just aren't enough virile young men to go around in our little closed society. Half of the rich old men that make up the biggest part of our membership are married to these young and pretty trophy wives. They just don't have the strength to service and satisfy their women properly. The marriages are basically financial arrangements anyway. It's just natural that these girls are going to look outside their marriage for younger men to play with on the side. Kevin takes advantage of the situation."

I inquired, "Is there that much genuine hanky-panky going on around the club?"

She answered, "Honey, this place is a virtual swingers club for people with money. The only reason you don't notice these things is because you don't want to." She paused and then asked, "May I get personal with you for a few minutes?"

I sipped my drink and wondered what was coming next. I said, "Sure, what do you want to know?"

She said, "I have been watching you for some time. Half the men here have hit on you at one time or another. Most of them have done it more than once. As far as I know, you have never fooled around since you and Bobby have been coming here." Then she asked, "Are you into women?"

I laughed and replied, "No, of course not. I just don't fool around at all. Then I asked her, "Are you into women, Vivian?"

She smiled and answered, "Truthfully I had rather play with men, but I can enjoy being with the right woman once and a while." Then she said, "Try it sometime. You might like it."

I laughed and said, "Not likely." I asked her, "As far as you know, does Bobby fool around as you put it?"

She replied, "Oh if he did, it would be against the code for me to discuss it with you. You are his spouse." Then she added, "Let me say this. The two of you have the reputation of being the Ice King and Queen of the club." She continued, "I never heard of anyone catching either of you in any act of indiscretion beyond a mild flirt." Then she added, "You bear the most guilt in that arena."

I said, "That is the kind of thing that makes the Ice Queen feel warm inside."

She nodded at Kevin and asked, "Does that kind of thing not make you feel warm in the middle?" She laughed.

She finished her drink in the next fifteen minutes or so while we talked. She said, "I have to go." Then she stood and whispered, "I have a date later." She winked and walked away.

I watched Kevin and his playmate until I ran out of booze. I found myself becoming aroused as I thought about what Vivian had said. I left my empty glass beside hers on the table and began to make my way to the parking lot. Kevin whistled and I looked at him. He waved at me. I smiled and waved back. More butterflies made themselves known. My panties became moist.

As I drove home, I imagined being with Kevin. I became more aroused. By the time I got home, I needed to change my panties. I am a juicy girl. I went upstairs to do that. I stripped my shorts and panties and found a new pair.

I sat on the edge of my bed and let a finger touch my clit and then rub it a bit. I felt the familiar electric shock of one of my baby orgasms. I lay back on the bed and began to fantasize about Kevin. I began to tickle my clit seriously. Kevin came to me in my dream with a hard dick in his hand. It was a bit oversized and the head looked like a large purple plumb. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, but he wanted to stuff it up my sloppy wet cunt.

Two of my fingers from my other hand found their way inside my pussy. In my dream, Kevin was filling my void with cock. He fucked me and touched my G-spot. It only took a couple more minutes. I came all over myself. I went to my peak and tried to make it last as long as I could. I came down and Kevin kept fucking me slowly.

I didn't let it end there. Kevin fucked me right through a second orgasm. This one was better. He came with me. His large cock with the purple head throbbed inside of me. In my mind, I could see it spewing jets of cum into my deepest place.

I heard the deep-throated rumble of Bobby's truck coming up our driveway.

I had about two minutes until Bobby would be here with me. I quickly hid my wet panties in the back of my closet and took my shorts and my fresh undies into the bathroom. I shut the door and sat on the commode. I gave myself the best wipe that I could and then washed with a wet cloth. I dried myself and dressed. I went to the sink and washed my face. I shook my hair out and stroked it with a brush about ten times. I put it up in a ponytail and opened the door. I could hear Bobby on the stair.

We met about halfway through the bedroom. Bobby gave me a hello and a quick peck on the cheek as he walked by.

He said, "I spilled some diesel fuel on my pants about an hour ago. It's beginning to burn. I need a quick shower."

I smiled to myself. I looked into the mirror on my dressing table. I didn't look very good. I stripped and went to Bobby in the shower. I immediately stood under the spray and made myself wet. I said, "I decided that I could use a quick shower too and I can wash your back." I still had some residual arousal from my fantasy encounter with Kevin. Bobby benefitted from it. I dropped down on my knees and took the opportunity to suck his dick before we finished our shower. He held my face in his hands and fucked my mouth. I made it very good for him. I licked and sucked. I allowed him to deep throat me for a minute or longer, but in the end I took him in my mouth. We locked eyes and I enjoyed the change in his facial features when he came. We hadn't had sex in several days. He was full of cum. The familiar taste and texture of it excited me. I had a small sweet orgasm with no physical stimulation at all as I swallowed it. That happens sometimes.

We went downstairs and made hamburgers for supper. Bobby grilled the meat and toasted the buns while I got everything else ready. After we ate, Bobby stuck his nose into a television set and became involved in a World War II submarine movie. The star was an old-time actor with very large ears. I tried to get interested in it just to share some time with him. I couldn't do it.

I went into the den and brought the personal computer that we share out of the sleep mode. I play games on it often enough and I have learned enough to shop online and I can use email. I wanted to find a blog about marital cheating. I was afraid to do it because I was afraid that I would leave tracks that Bobby might find and follow.

Instead, I looked at the search history. I chose and clicked on a porn site that Bobby had logged on to the day before. He reads erotic stories and we used to watch dirty movies together, but not so much anymore. I went to the erotic story page and chose the, "Cheating Wives," genre. In the next half hour, I read three short stories. The first two were mediocre, but the last one turned me on. It made me braver than I had been.

I brought up our search engine. I clicked on incognito and then typed in, "How to cheat on your spouse and get away with it." The computer searched for about four seconds and brought up over ten thousand related sites. I started with the first one and read their banners until I found one about halfway down the first page that drew my attention. The banner said, "Your husband doesn't have to know."

Of course, I clicked on it. The home page of the site came up. I began my navigation by following a chain of about ten questions with yes or no answers. This was supposed to tell the computer how I wanted to cheat.

I went on with my research until I had a list of dos and a separate list of don'ts. The computer had deduced that I wasn't interested in an ongoing affair. I had two lists that would allow me to have a one-night stand with a high probability of not being caught. I read down the lists and laughed. I thought, "I could never do that."

I went back to the stories and read another one. This one was about a woman cheating on her husband with another woman. It made me wonder if Vivian had been hitting on me. I switched over to the movie clip site and found one with two women making love. I watched one that lasted about ten minutes. It hadn't aroused me so I watched another one. In this one, the girls were using toys. That interested me a bit more. One girl was pleasuring herself with a large black dildo. It was very large. I had heard that the black boys were well equipped.

I found a movie, which featured a black man fucking a white girl. She was petite. He was very big and was very well equipped indeed. He fucked her as a wild man would. She had five or six screaming writhing orgasms all in just a few minutes. She sounded like she was being run over by a truck. He fucked her until she was totally spent and lying under him as limp as a wet noodle. I was dripping pussy juice before that one was over. I turned the computer off.

I went to Bobby and asked if he wanted a drink. He said he didn't. I sat down with him in his recliner and squirmed around until we were comfortable. He held me and I relaxed in his arms. The movie was almost over. I didn't even try to get into it. I cuddled close to Bobby and let myself think about my day.

I thought about my conversation with Vivian. I decided she was hitting on me. She had said that I was the Ice Queen, but she had to take her shot anyway. I laughed inside. Kevin came into my mind. He brought his butterflies with him. I thought about how handsome he was. He was powerfully built too. I remembered dancing with him once at a club function. I had felt so comfortable in his arms. I thought, "It's no wonder all the girls want to sleep in his bed."

I realized that I could never have Kevin for several reasons that were on my, "Don'ts," list. My husband knows him, he lives nearby, we have friends in common, and there were other reasons on the list. Bobby would almost certainly find us out. My thoughts scared me. I was thinking of Kevin as if I was planning to fuck him. I thought, "Maybe I was, subconsciously. I would certainly like to."

My mind drifted to toys. I could see the girl with the big black dildo. I thought, "Bobby and I bought sex toys at a sex shop about fifteen miles from here once. It had been when we were experimenting with BDSM. I'll bet I could buy a dildo like that if I drove over there tomorrow." I thought, "I could fuck myself with it. That wouldn't be cheating." I didn't intend to do it. I wouldn't go to a place like that alone.

Bobby's movie ended. We went up to bed. We always sleep naked if we are alone in the house. We had been alone in the house more often lately. I thought, "This is such a big house to be alone in." We got naked and curled up together. I was horny and wanted to fuck. Bobby was tired and wanted to sleep. He blamed his condition on the world-class blowjob that I had given him earlier in the shower. I wasn't going to get laid. This kind of thing was happening more often lately too.

Bobby was sound asleep in ten minutes. I slipped out of bed, put on a robe, and went down to the computer. I went back to the same site I had visited earlier. I started out by reading another cheating wife story. The story started out with the girl doing a threesome with her husband and another man. She cheated the next day by fucking the same guy while her husband was at work.

I wanted to see how a threesome would work with two men on one girl. I found a movie. In the first scene, one guy was fucking her pussy doggy style. Bobby and I like to do that sometimes. The second guy was on his knees in front of her. He was holding her head in place and slowly fucking her face. In the next scene, they did it differently. One man lay on his back with the girl on top of him. They were fucking conventionally. The second man approached from behind and did her anally. She seemed to enjoy being taken that way. I thought, "Two cocks at once." My pussy twitched.

I thought of Vivian and found another girl on girl movie. One of them had a dildo strapped on herself. She fucked her partner with it. I thought, "A real live cock would be much better."

I went back to the movie with the petite girl and the big black. I made myself cum while the girl was screaming. I came very hard but only once.

I went back to Bobby. I made myself comfortable and sleep came more easily.

The next day, Bobby was at work. I was home alone and spent some more time on the computer. I saw some nasty sex. I didn't know that people did that to each other. I wondered if those things were happening at the club, but then I decided that they weren't real. It had to be trick photography.

I decided to go to the club alone for lunch. I wanted to see how many times I would be hit on. It happened all the time, but I missed the implication most of the time. I was more aware of what to look for now. I was looking at the club from a different perspective since my conversation with Vivian.

I walked into the club and you wouldn't guess who was standing in the lobby at a high table. It was Kevin, of course. My heart skipped a beat. He was making notes in a small notebook. I assumed he was planning his afternoon schedule.

Without thinking, I walked right up to him. I said, "Hey, Kevin. Have you had lunch?"

He replied, "I was just about to go in."

I said, "I'm alone. Would you sit with me? I hate to eat by myself." That's what we did. I felt perfectly comfortable with him. There were no butterflies or tingling sensations. Well, none that anyone else would notice anyway.

I ordered a simple rum and coke served before my food. Kevin drank water. He thinks of himself as an employee of the club and doesn't drink on the job. He is not really an employee. He is a freelance tennis instructor. He is very good at his job.

We talked, our food came, and we ate. People all around the room were watching us. I wondered if they all thought I was fucking him. Then I thought, "Probably not. They think I'm going to fuck him." I laughed inside.

We left the dining room together, and Kevin stopped me in the lobby. He spoke softly. He said, "Belinda, would you like to come to my place one evening and let me cook for you?"

I smiled and answered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Kevin, I would like to come by your house one evening and have you fuck my brains out, but Bobby and I don't cheat."

He laughed aloud. He said, "Well, that is the rumor that I heard, but I wanted to make the offer anyway. He paused and added, "You are a beautiful woman and I hope that you change your mind someday. I promise that you will always be welcome."

I laughed with him and said, "Let's have lunch together again and keep the crowd guessing."

He answered, "Okay. That will be my pleasure. Now, brace yourself. I am about to kiss you in front of all these people." He gave me the slightest peck on the cheek and walked away. A spark arced between us. I caused me to remember the first time that Bobby kissed me. Twenty people were watching us. I thought, "Everyone in the club will know that we had lunch together before the close of business."

I was propositioned twice before I left the building and once more before I got to my car. Including Kevin's offer, my score was four. All the offers were subtle to the extreme, and they came from men that I knew. None of them had offended me. I suddenly realized how easy it would be to get laid if I wanted it to happen. I was enjoying my new game.