Best Of Both Worlds Ch 02

I had quite a rough time dealing with myself for the first weeks after I'd cheated on my husband Bill for the first time. I knew that I loved him, and always would love him, and that he would always love me. But I couldn't forget that afternoon with Jacques. I don't know why I had been unfaithful. Maybe if I just saw him again I would realize that it was wrong, just a weak moment in my life. My conscience worked overtime, part of it telling me that I was stupid to even think about that afternoon, part of me telling me that I was strong enough to face him and not give in, part of it telling me I had to see him again.

So, about a month later I decided to prove to myself that it had just been a weak moment, and walked into his store. Yeah, right, as soon as he saw me he came over and hugged me, giving me the French greeting, kissing both my cheeks, and then really frenched me, our tongues duelling. I tried to pull away, but couldn't pull away. How could something so wrong feel so right! The 'Closed' sign was put in the door and he led me to the back room, pulling our clothes off as we went. I hope nobody was approaching the door then, for they would have had quite a sight. This time he pushed me down first, and started sucking my pussy right through my panties, until I came. By the time he pulled them off, they were useless, to wet to wear again. I begged him to fuck me, and fuck me he did. He thrust his cock into me and fucked me harder than I ever had been fucked before. When I walked out of there, I couldn't believe how sore my pussy was.

Now when I look back, I don't know if it was any more special than when Bill and I did it, especially in our earlier years together, but maybe it was the newness, and the knowledge that I was doing something I shouldn't be doing that made it seem more exciting. That and his voice, as he told me how good I was, and how beautiful. I bought it like a sale item of my favourite crystal.

Still as I drove home, I felt guilt, though not as strongly as before. "Bill won't find out, and I still love him, more than anything" I told myself, "and besides, I've given him better loving in the last few weeks than we've had in quite a while. After all, it's just sex, I know I won't do it for ever, but it just feels so good, surely it's not that wrong. Maybe Jacques is right, and Bill has had a lover too." It's funny, that last thought about Bill, in my heart I knew he had never cheated on me, and I know that I would have been devastated if he had, but in my mind, I accepted it, after all, it helped me justify what I was doing.

I knew I loved Bill and wanted to treat him well, but I shied away a little from the overt sexual activity of the previous weeks. I'm sure he didn't mind, after all he should have been a little worn out.

After fighting with myself for a couple more weeks, I knew I had to see Jacques again, but was concerned about just dropping into his store, and being out of the office too long. Thus with some trepidation I phoned him, and was delighted with his response. He suggested we meet for lunch the next day at his apartment, near the store.

That afternoon, when I finished work I stopped at Victoria's Secret, and bought myself some sexy lingerie, no more plain bras and cotton panties for Jacques, then a new dress at another shop. as I tried them on, I knew that Bill would love them too.

The next morning, I dressed in the sexy bra and thong panties that I had bought, along with the sheer stockings and garter belt. I was glad Bill had left early this morning for a breakfast meeting, for I didn't want him to see them first. After spending a nervous morning at work, I arrived at Jacques apartment. Again he greeted me with a hug, but when he started to reach for the zipper on my dress, I stopped him, and told him to leave it to me. Then I started to dance for him, trying to do a sexy strip tease. The look of lust in his eyes, along with the sexy comments he made as I stepped out of my dress and stood before him in my sexy underwear made the effort more than worth while. When I finally stripped out of the panties, he had taken his clothes off and from the size of his cock, was more than ready for me.

We fell on his bed and got into a sixty-nine. The more he flicked his tongue over my clit, the harder I sucked his cock. To my delight I managed to bring him off before I came, his sperm was spewing into my throat as a powerful orgasm hit me. This time instead of immediately trying to fuck me, he started to lick me again. Intense feelings burst out, as he probed with his tongue, while moving his hand to my clit until an orgasm unlike anything I had ever experienced burst over me. As I came down he rolled me over and fucked me doggy style, while reaching in front and squeezing my tits.

Afterwards, I laughed and told him that if we kept meeting like this, I'd be able to treat it like a diet, having missed lunch and got plenty of aerobic exercise.

Over the next months we continued to meet almost every Thursdays at lunch hour. On a couple of occasions, when work prevented me from making our 'date', I suggested a make up, but Jacques told me that these were the only days that he could get together.

Those 'nooners' were intoxicating, just like the spell Jacques cast over me. For the first while, I still felt vestiges of guilt at what I was doing, but gradually these faded. I convinced myself that it was just sex, mind you incredible sex. I loved Bill, and knew he loved me. When Bill and I made love, I went all out, to show him the love that I felt for him, a love that was as strong as it always had been.

There were times that I really felt guilty, times when Bill suggested getting together for lunch. Now this was something that we didn't do often, but liked to occasionally. I always enjoyed it, because it was special. Now, if Bill suggested it on a Thursday, I came up with excuses about prior plans to meet with friends, knowing that he would accept the excuse, and knowing we'd get together some other day. I must admit that when I turned him down I'd feel particularly guilty, knowing that I was getting fucked by Jacques, instead of having lunch with my loving husband.

But at the same time, there were a few occasions I cancelled on Jacques. One of these was our anniversary, there was no way I was going to fuck somebody else on that special day, a day to celebrate our love for each other.

I made sure that I wore the new lingerie for Bill soon after I had its initial showing with Jacques. Bill commented how much he liked it, and how he missed the sexy underwear I used to wear regularly. That night, he was all over me, tonguing me through the panties before ripping them off and making love to me. Later as I was trying to fall asleep, I realized that when with Bill, we truly made love, but when with Jacques, I got fucked.

Responding to how both Bill and Jacques had appreciated the sexy lingerie, I had gone back to Victoria's Secret and purchased several outfits. When I got home, I hid the outfits in a bag in the closet in the spare room, knowing that Bill would never go in there. I was happy that Bill appeared to appreciate my sexy new underwear, and I made sure to model every outfit for him over time.

There was only one time that I got a little concerned, and that was when Bill asked if I had ever seen that glassblower with the sexy voice again. I momentarily panicked, but I'm sure that I set his mind at ease when I laughed and told him no, but he'd better watch it because I might be fantasizing about him while we made love.

I realized that we didn't make love as often, and once I actually rebuffed him. The hurt and distant look in his eyes that night made me feel guilty all over again. But that was the day Jacques had fucked me in my virgin ass hole. I was afraid that if Bill went down on me, he might notice that it was red and a bit inflamed. I also tried to avoid sex on the days that I'd been with Jacques, as I didn't want Bill to inadvertently taste his cum. I rationalized it by telling myself that while we may not do it as often, I put my everything into it when we did it, and I know from his reactions that Bill enjoyed himself.

Now, I hadn't intended to let Jacques have my ass, for I knew that it was wrong to let him do what I refused to let Bill do. But the feelings I felt as he had fingered my ass and licked it, on numerous occasions, helped me overcome my inhibitions. Finally one day, he had been orally performing on me, licking my pussy and my ass to the point that I was just flowing, but he hadn't let me cum yet. Suddenly he lifted his head and told me to roll over. I loved to be fucked doggy style and was more than willing, knowing that a huge orgasm was soon to be mine. He slid his cock into my gaping pussy from behind. After a few strokes he pulled it out, and to my surprise, I felt it push up against my ass hole. I didn't want it there, but he told me that if I wanted to cum, I would have to beg for it. I was so wired, that I couldn't help myself, and found myself saying 'Please Jacques, I need it so bad, I need to cum! Fuck me in the ass!"

Surprisingly enough, it hurt, but not nearly as much as I expected. He was gentle, sliding his cock slowly into me, pausing every so often as it moved further inside. Suddenly he was all the way in, did I ever feel full. He slowly started stroking in and out, and the my body soon accepted it, and the intense feelings I had already building, soon reached overload, and I came with his cock in my ass. I think that it was the intensity of the orgasm and the way I squirmed about that caused him to shoot his load up into my upturned ass as I finished up my orgasm. This seemed to be a one time affair, for I much preferred it when Jacques rammed his cock into my pussy. Still, I felt guilty because I'd done it with Jacques, and not Bill.

And then there was the day that Jacques talked me into shaving off my pubic hair, god if felt so naughty when he started to lick my clean shaven pussy. That night I was embarrassed wondering how I was going to explain the new look to Bill. I changed quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice, and stayed on my side of the bed, telling him that I was awfully tired tonight.

The next night, just before bedtime, I went into the bathroom and lathered my mound with shaving gel. I timed it perfectly, as Bill walked in I was just wiping the last of it away , "Oh, Bill, you ruined my surprise, one of the girls at work was telling how she did this and how it turned her man on, and I had to try it for you." I could tell by his reaction that he loved it, and the orgasm he gave me from his tongue was incredible.

How lucky could I be? I had a young, hunk who desired me. Now I was smart enough to know it wouldn't last, that he'd find a girl closer to his age and that would be it, but for now, he wanted me, and have me he did. Not only that, but I had the best husband I could possibly hope for. I was totally in love with him, and I knew he loved me just as much. Things couldn't be any better! Clearly, I had the best of both worlds!