The people who read my stories will know that, to say the least, I'm not shy. I have met quite a few people, of both genders, and have enjoyed sex with them. My husband is, or was, totally unaware of such liaisons, although I've always wanted him to watch me. To be fair, I'd always wanted to watch him with another woman, too.
Anyway, let me tell you what happened a couple of years ago. Hubby was away and I'd gone out with an old friend for the day. We'd had a few drinks and, well, I invited him back to mine. I'd only had a couple of drinks, so I drove us back to my house and he left his car in town. We'd not seen each other for months so we had a lot of catching up to do, mainly between the sheets. After fucking each other's brains out, we were just lying there, kissing and touching, when his mobile rang. It was his wife basically wondering where the hell he'd got to. As he was explaining to her that he'd got pissed with his mates and he was going to spend the night on somebody's sofa, I started licking his cock. He was desperately trying not to moan while still grovelling to his wife. Anyway, the conversation ended, and we had another frantic fuck.
We woke up at about 8am. Shit, he announced, I'd better get back. He hastily dressed. I just slipped some knickers on and grabbed a coat, knowing I wouldn't be getting out of the car. I looked round the bedroom, clothes everywhere, the bed a right tip. I giggled as I noticed the pillows in the middle of the bed, my favourite way of getting my bum in the air for some real deep shagging. My stockings still attached to the bedhead where I'd tied his hands at some point. A pair of knickers in a scrunched-up ball, on the bed, covered in spunk from wiping his cock after I'd wanked him. I'll sort this later, I thought, as we ran out of the door.
I dropped him by his car, a quick kiss, and away he went. I drove home.
Oh, my Fucking God!!! Hubby's car on the drive. I went in the house hoping to find him in the kitchen making coffee or something. We live in a bungalow and, as soon as I opened the door, saw him in the bedroom doorway. My mouth just fell open. He turned to face me and muttered, "Somebody had a pleasant evening, didn't they". He went in the bedroom.
"Rough night's sleep?"
I followed him in. He leant over the bed and patted the pile of pillows.
"Did he manage to get it deep enough for you..............I'm assuming there was only one man involved."
I sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry", I said, knowing there was no point trying to deny it. He came and stood over me. As he looked down, he had a puzzled look on his face. I looked down and my coat had partially opened when I sat down, my bare tits now on view. I put my head in my hands and started to cry, not real, I must confess, but more of a 'can't think of what else to do' response to my situation.
He gestured for me to come to him. I stood up and he put his arms round me.
"I came back early because I tried to ring you last night and you didn't answer. I was worried that something had happened to you."
"I'm sorry", I repeated. More tears, actually some real ones this time.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm shocked to find out what you've been up to, and pissed off, but I'm also very relieved to find you're alright."
I kissed him on the lips.
