"It's your turn. Tell me about Carla." Janet lay there by Dave's side. They had barely finished a wonderful session of lovemaking.
It really was wonderful, Dave had learned one good thing from all of the mess they had going on. He had always been overly gentle, loving her, careful to never hurt her.
Janet liked that, it made her feel warm and loved, taken care of. But Janet discovered with Randy that she also liked being taken, forcefully, like it was out of her own control.
Then Dave had taken her like that almost in anger, forcefully, she finally understood what women meant when they spoke of a vaginal orgasm.
That crazy affair with Randy had changed her, it caused her body to react with an intensity she had never known, or even really realized her body could do. The helpless feeling, it was like she had no control at all on the outcome, that was the key.
With Randy it had been shameful yet delicious at the same time. It caused the thick dark clouds of her depression to lift, the worries vanished. Janet went into a complete emotional high.
Dave, the real man in her life had now taken complete control, so she was free. Sex became something else, before it was something she had simply liked.
Now? She had no choice, when Dave pushed her back onto the bed and shoved her legs open, climbing on top of her. That warm feeling inside her belly just expanded and grew until there was nothing else, she was lost. Dave had reached up and gripped her wrists, held her down on the bed, there was nothing she could do.
Her entire early experiences with men had been a few fumbling attempts in which she never reached a climax at all, even though it did make her feel good.
Then she had met and married Dave, he was so good, so kind. She learned with him about orgasm, sex was sweet, nice. As a result Janet had been happy, completely content for so many years, except for those short periods after each child was born. The few times she had just faked her climax, of course she did that to please her man. But that was rare, she nearly always felt her body spasm briefly.
Her man loved her, of that she was sure. Those tender moments, wrapped tightly in his arms simply basking in the moment, she was safe.
Yet that shameful thing she had done? She let another man, almost a stranger to her, invade her? In all of their married life the idea of anything like that had never entered her mind, not even for a brief moment.
Those damn pills. If she had just kept taking them, she would have been fine. Without them, she was someone else.
There had been a haze, a fog of pleasure caused by her almost giddy reaction to Randy and his complete attentions. So innocent in her own mind, until it became more than that. When he was on top of her, jamming at her forcefully, it was not the light brushing touches, the teasing her body expected.
There was no basking in pleasure, there was only the explosions. No warmth, no safety. It was raw sex, she wanted more of that, to feel that again and again. She felt herself slipping away from reality.
That man, that stranger to her owned her completely for nearly two full days, until he got that phone call from his wife. Realization and shock had set in, she ran. Suddenly she needed desperately to get back to Dave, her family, to safety.
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Dave felt completely relaxed, content for the first time in a couple of months, feeling an inner pride knowing that she had experienced that same new thing with him. He had reclaimed his wife, his bride.
In a strange kind of anger bordering on rage, Dave had pushed Janet down on the bed, then jammed himself inside her. For a brief period he lost control himself, he used the only weapon he dared to use on her as his emotions poured out.
Then he felt the change in her, the way she tossed her head, cried out, the way her body clamped down on him.
Satiated, content, he lay back just basking in how powerful that had been. Janet was his, by God.
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Her words hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Tell me about Carla."
It took a moment for him to manage to catch a breath. He was caught, Janet knew! He looked at her in shock. There was no sign of anger.
"I...Oh God! You know? How did you....?" He managed.
"That doesn't matter. You have been treating me like crap for weeks now and I know I had it coming. But honey, you have some things you need tell me about!"
"Janet, I am so sorry. I almost don't know what to say. It was...an accident!"
Dave knew how lame that sounded the instant the words passed his lips. It was almost exactly what Janet had said when blurting out her own tearful confession.
Janet didn't respond for quite awhile, she lay there with one hand idly brushing his chest, then tugging gently on the fine hairs, in that playful manner she so often did.
His mind was whirling, it had to be Janet's Mother Sandra that told her?
Just wait until he got her cornered, he was thinking. He had wondered about that anyway, Sandra had come over, of course she knew that Janet was gone?
Why? That was not like her at all, she often came over to see her Daughter, their kids. Not one time that he could remember had she ever been there when Janet was not. Then she had started in on the "relationship" questions?
All that did was bring back his misery about his own stupid affair.
Janet's Mother Sandra had acted like she was surprised about his own mess up? Dave had broken down and blurted it all out. It never really registered on him that she already knew about it.
Her manner? She might as well have been talking about the kids.
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"Well?" Janet asked. That broke into his running thoughts, brought him back to the moment.
Dave glanced at her, this was insane. She was lying there naked, propped up on one elbow, her other fingers gently tracing his chest.
He would have expected anger, rage, but she had a small smile, an odd expression on her face.
Dave broke down and told her what had happened down in Dallas. There was no point in softening it any. This was all beyond belief anyway, Janet cheated on him while he was out of town on business, he had done the same thing.
The only real difference was she had admitted it almost instantly, he had kept it bottled up inside. She told him that she didn't even know why, he could almost understand that since he didn't know why he had done it, either.
"So did you like it?" Janet asked.
Dave was in the process of trying to find the right words, give her some lame excuse when she asked that crazy question. What does a man say to his naked wife when she wants to know if he liked having sex with another woman?
"At first I thought it was you, doing like you sometimes do, reaching out in the middle of the night?" Dave said.
"And then?" She coaxed, still smiling strangely.
"When I woke up, realized, it was too late."
"There was more....afterward, wasn't there?"
"Yes. She came up to my room the next afternoon, and we...I just did it."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Are her titties bigger than mine?" Janet took her hand off his chest, lifted her left breast slightly. She suddenly looked almost playful.
"What? No. About the same, I guess." Dave felt himself blush at that.
"Are you going to do it again? I know she is up here now."
Now how did she know THAT? He thought.
"NO! I don't have any plans, I even took the time off early so I wouldn't be around her. I won't, I never will, I promise."
"Tempted, huh?" Janet almost giggled.
"No, I really mean it, I will never! It's just that..." Dave ran out of words to say.
"Was she better than me?" She moved her face close to his cheek, lightly brushing him with her lips.
