At her Worst Behavior
Additional note following Craigâs discovery:
âI wanted to give him some idea of what I was capable so he would feel freer to take sexual liberty or push me a little more.â
Those of you who have been following my story may wonder how in the world I could possibly bottle up the extreme sexual promiscuity that seemed to rule my life in high school and college, especially since there was such a strong link to unfaithfulness in my relationship with Craig. If I showed such weakness to sexual temptation, why didnât I literally radiate a predilection to moral vulnerability that would have been like a red flag in a bullfighting arena to any predatory male walking the street? After all, hadnât I already proved how easily I could be seduced by anyone with an inclination to get into my panties?
During the drive from Helena after the holidays, I lay on the front seat with my head next to the passenger door and rested as I listened to the droning of the tires. I couldnât stop the vacillation between thinking of the good things I hoped would be with Craig and the memory of the wicked things I seemed to attract whenever I turned around. Even as I lay there I hoped that I was revealing my legs and shapely rear to Craig, and that he would notice and take liberties with me confidence.
The more I thought about it the more I squirmed around pretending to wrestle for comfort until I knew he could see everything any man could hope for. When I felt his hand touch my stretched out thigh and the warmth of his palm as he moved his hand over my nylon covered skin, I almost swallowed my tongue. My heart beat and my pussy flooded when he slid his fingers to the warmth between my legs.
Impatience made me move my legs to give him more access, and he quickly withdrew. When I couldnât wait any longer for him to resume, I sat up close to him, and looked into his face while he pretended to stare at the road ahead. He knew I was looking at him and couldnât speak, I was sure he was trying to decide if I was angry with him. I took his right hand and pulled it to me and held it with both of mine to reassure him I was not. I was not sitting on the left side of my skirt so I pulled the loose material to re-expose my outer thigh and laid his warm hand on the top of my leg.
While I searched for expression in his face, I pulled his hand upward and opened my legs to help him explore the round warmth under my direction. I pulled his hand up and in until his fingers grazed the crotch panel covering my steamy mound. With my right hand I gathered up my skirt and pulled it to the right and up until both legs were fully exposed as well as the panty top of my nylon hose. Using my right hand again I hooked my thumb into the waist band of my hose and pushed it down and out so I could use my left hand to move his to my flat tummy just above my pubic thatch.
Craig just had to take some damned initiative on his own now or I wouldnât know what to do. I let go of his hand, and after an agonizing minuet, he finally started to move his fingers through the soft curly hairs of my bush.
He kept moving slowly and I settled down into the seat and slowly spread my thighs wide. I thought I was going to die from lust and excitement when his fingers brushed along the sensitive folds around my clit. Dwn he moved until he could feel the wetness between my lips, and when he slipped first one, then two tentative fingers into my wet hole, I shivered, threw my head back and shuddered in the most important climax of my life.
I think the evidence of my orgasm scared Craig and he quickly pulled his fingers out and then soon after drew my skirt back to cover my legs modestly. We both felt guilty and said very little during the remainder of the drive. I basked in the warmth of hope that this would bring us closer together and provide a foundation that would end my worry about his sexual imagination.
The day after we got back however, Craig told me how he had been wracked with guilt about playing with my pussy in the car and begged my forgiveness. Under the circumstances I couldnât tell him how much I had wanted him to take that step, and now I was devastated at the thought that there would be no more; much more than that I saw an insurmountable gulf between the good and honorable man he was and the worthless slut I had become. My self esteem had taken a beating, now I couldnât imagine how I could ever become the honest, spiritual, good woman he deserved.
With each passing day I became more and more resolved to the certainty in my own mind that I wasnât really worth much, and couldnât be considered a suitable prize for any eligible bachelor, let alone Craig Jamison.
There was only one episode in our relationship that I glossed over too quickly because it was in essence the worst of the worst that brought me to the brink of destruction where I might have lost myself totally forever. Craig asked me about it in the first hours of rebuilding our marriage. It concerned another guy I saw, intimately, during my semi-engagement to Craig. His name was Rick Madsen.
Craig knew that I had seen him on a number of occasions during a semi-break up of our engagement, and that Rick had fucked me, he saw us the last time we did it when we were in Rickâs car outside my apartment, Craig and I had talked about him before we got married, but he had never pressed to know how much fucking went on with us or any of the details. During the first moments of reconciliation following my terrible mistakes and infidelity late in our marriage Craig finally asked me how extensive the sex was. My simple answer was âa lotâ.
That answer falls miserably short of reality, and in the effort to come clean on everything with Craig I decided to add this epilogue. Maybe this will also help explain to you how I was able to quit âcold turkeyâ for the first 18 years of my marriage. I donât think it can explain how I eventually fell off the wagon head first into unbridled sex and was willing; once again, to risk everything I had invested my heart and soul into.
Let me get back to the point in my story that takes us to the influence of Rick in my life. Craigâs method of courtship was based completely on honesty and respect. Any good girl should have wanted nothing more, but it did nothing to give me hope or optimism concerning my sexual needs, so I masturbated every day, sometimes more than once to keep my lust in check. I know now the masturbation actually increased the need for sex rather than alleviating it. I think my hunger signals started to radiate from me so anyone with a âseeing eyeâ could notice.
About that time I became aware a guy who couldnât seem to take his eyes off of me. Somehow I knew he had picked up on my hunger like someone listening to the tummy growl of a hungry person. I knew he could sense my sexy side and wanted to play and in spite of the way I felt about Craig, I knew in my heart I couldnât make it work between us and that this stranger was going to have me. Every time he was near my nipples became erect and almost hurt with need.
One day he cornered me and said he had been watching. âI know.â I said.
âI knew you wanted to meet me.â He said. âMy name is Rick Madsen.â He took my hand at first like he was going to shake it, but he held it in both of his and fondled it erotically. The mild calluses were appropriate and indicated strength, but the touch was sensual.
âWhat makes you think I wanted to meet you Rick Madsen?â I asked almost choking on my own nerves.
âYouâre hot, and I can feel it. You want someone to play with.â He said with a bold confidence that both frightened and excited me.
âI think youâre mistaken, Iâm engaged to be married, so Iâm not interested.â I responded with pretended firmness.
âWell then lover boy isnât taking very good care of you honey. Every time I see you, your headlights are on.â He said and the look in my eyes must have told him I didnât understand his reference. âYour nipples are always hard as rocks and big too. I donât know how much longer Iâm going wait to see them without all the clothes you wear.â
I felt almost naked from his comments about things he seemed to know he was going to see, and I just stared at him with an open mouth.
âNow hereâs what youâre going to do, by the way itâs Cyn isnât it?â He said. I answered with a slight nod. âYouâre going to tell lover boy to take a hike or at least that youâre going to need a little freedom or vacation for a while, I have no interest in taking his place, Iâm just going to fill in temporarily in his husband like duties, understand?â
I just stood there and numbly nodded my head. Her turned me around to send me on my way but paused a moment when he squeezed my ass cheek and ran his fingers deeply into the separating crack before he patted me on my rump and gave me a slight push to say go. He told me he wasnât going to wait for long before he found me and if necessary took me away from Craig. All that the threat implied scared me and made my crotch wet with pussy juice.