On the way home harry chatted with me, asking questions.
Had I enjoyed it?
Probably being the dumbest of them all.
Of course I had!
He also made a comment about my fanny, asking me first if I really did have 2 children?
I replied 'yes' quite defensively, then asked 'why?'
Harry said that I had a.. 'nice... tight little cunt'.... to use his words.
This actually made me blush and I came over all shy. I just found it embarrassing that he would say that.
Silly really.
I rather suspected that I had a normal fanny but it was just that I wasn't used to harrys size.
We pulled up near our house at 7. I could see johns car parked outside and the living room light on.
Harry kissed me and said he would like to see me again. To which I replied that I too wanted to see him.
We swapped numbers and said our goodbyes. I got out and waved as he pulled away from the kerb and drove off into the distance.
And there I stood for a while, thinking.
I stood there for a few minutes before going into the house.
I had done it.
At last.
All that time spent fantasising....
And now..... I had DONE it.
Properly.
Now I had time to think a moment. I wasn't embarrassed or guilt ridden.
I was proud.
Proud of what I'd done.
I had taken on this big tough ex marine. And I had enjoyed myself. I'd loved every minute. Oh sure, there were moments when I'd almost lost it. I was so nervous.
But, in the end?
Little shy, quiet pippa, had taken on this big guy.......and little shy pippa had fucking loved it.
That was the truth.
I couldn't wait to tell john and hurried off towards our front door.
However, I quickly became aware of an embarrassing problem. As soon as I began to move I could feel it. The 'tickle of a trickle' on the inside of my upper right thigh.....I was leaking.
It appeared that old harry had left me with more than just recent erotic memories.
I thought I'd got most of it back in the van. My knickers felt soaked and had evidently not been enough to stop the steady flow.
I'd had this problem in the past many times with john but this was ridiculous there was loads. It was starting to run down my leg as I got into the hallway.
It was so very embarrassing when the first person I bumped into was our eldest son chris on his way out to see a friend!
I turned a bright red and stood with my legs pressed together as he pushed past me in the hallway. Fortunately he was in a hurry so I just had time to shout after him the usual stuff.
Don't be late back.....have you got your key?.....your phone?.....inhaler?..... etc.
After shouting bye, I shut the front door and upon turning around was greeted by my husband. He'd heard me talking to chris.
Our eyes met, and in that instant I knew everything was alright.
He looked at me with excited anticipation.
I stared back with a sly grin slowly forming. Giving him 'the look'.
John came closer and took hold of my shoulders, he whispered something....a question....but one he already knew the answer to.
"You did it..... didn't you?"
I nodded, still grinning.
John copied my grin then took a deep breath.
"Oh my god.....pip......you did it!"
Although clearly very excited I heard his voice shake a little with the impact of what had happened.
He kissed me then, on the lips. Although gentle I could feel the passion behind it.... smouldering.
John wanted to go up to our bedroom and for me to tell him all about it, right then.
But, I had to sort out my leak first.
Steve, our youngest son, was not going out. He was in the living room doing some homework on our computer.
I told john in a whispered voice that I had to take a shower first, that i....had to clean up.
He got what I meant straight away.
"Oh.....I see....erm.....ok I'll be up after you come out the shower"
The look on his face, I'll never forget, that first time.
The first time he realised that another man had got his wife 'dirty'.
The look was a mix of excitement and fascination.
He watched as I walked carefully up the stairs, by then I could feel it close to the hem line of my skirt.
The shower was lovely. I like getting dirty but I like getting clean afterwards just as much. It was to become one of the 'rituals' surrounding our new hobby.
My god there was a lot that came out of me!
I guessed it was because of harrys large well defined hood, it must act like a plug holding a lot of it in. Then when I get vertical and moving......
Out it slithers.
Anyway, later that evening me and john found some time together, and talked, in hushed tones.
We were in the living room, chris had come back and both boys were in their bedrooms.
John had an army of questions. I answered all of them but one truthfully.
The one thing I lied about was harrys large size. John knows now of course, I told him just a few days later. But initially I was worried that he would become jealous and it may spoil things. I shouldn't have worried really because when I did tell him he was fine with it.
He asked me if harry was better than him? No, I said. And that's the truth. No man is better than my husband because we love each other. And when we do it, it's not just sex for fun, it's an expression of this love.
And nothing beats that. When we do it it really is 'making love'.
Sloppy and sentimental? I know.
But that's how I feel.
I described everything that had happened in detail, except the ripped blouse, which I'd hidden in my wardrobe and repaired myself later.
John did find out much later on but by then harry was just a memory. He was angry that I'd been treated like that but it was by then, in the distant past.
It was such a thrill describing everything to my husband, watching his reaction. Noticing the bulge in his trousers growing as I described coming on harrys cock.... again.....and again.
After all that's happened since, this simple act of me explaining to him all the fine detail still remains so special to both of us.
The matter of 'bareback' arouse. We had discussed it before and agreed that it would be fine.
I was on the pill. But the matter of hygiene did worry both of us. After all, harry was no timid virgin.
