This story is the second in a multi-part series that explores the sexual exploits of a young wife, who ends up experiencing much more than she bargained for.
Warning: subject matter includes hotwife/slutwife/cheating/ affair/ pregnancy sex topics. This story is tagged as such, so if you do not care for these kinds of stories move on.
Those that do choose to continue, please know reading the chapters in order will help you better understand the characters and their journey.
Special thanks to @Word_Ronin for all your help editing the story.
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Chapter 2
The Morning After
The next morning Claudia woke up a bit hungover from all the tequila she had consumed the night before. She saw David sleeping beside her. She started to remember all the things that she did last night, and how it all seemed like a distant dream now. Claudia's brain was wrapped in a thick haze. Everything was a bit confusing, everything except the amazing physical sensations she had experienced. Those were clear as day in her mind.
Every touch, every kiss, as real now as the moment they happened. Just thinking about her climax was enough to get her excited all over again. She started to reminisce about her new self and how she had found her inner most desires. If she was being truthful, she not only saw everything she had done in her mind, she physically felt the entire experience in her slightly aching and still stretched out pussy and her well used breasts and nipples.
And just then, as she was lost in thought, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She had forgotten to put in her diaphragm the night before! She started to panic, trying to remember how many times they had done it. How many times David had finished inside her. She started to feel a panic attack starting, and just at that precise moment her phone rang, it was Stephan. She ran to the bathroom as quickly as she could to pick up.
Stephan's voice sounded angry on the other end of the line. "What the hell happened last night, Claudia? You didn't answer my calls or texts. Did something happen last night?"
Claudia looked at her phone and saw she had quite a few missed calls and a ton of unanswered messages. Her heart was truly racing now. What would she tell her husband, she thought. How would he react if she told him the truth? For now she would pretend everything was alright till she figured out the whole diaphragm issue.
Claudia took a deep breath and said, "Hello baby, sorry I didn't answer you. I left my phone in the room. And got in really late last night and headed straight to bed. And to be honest I'm not feeling very well this morning. I have a bit of a hangover from the tequila I drank last night."
"You made me worry, a lot. I spent the whole night not knowing where you were or if you were ok. My head is spinning, full of thoughts about you and that guy you went to dinner with. I was very anxious and jealous about your dinner date...Did something happen last night that I should know about?" he asked in a serious tone.
"No Baby...Nothing happened. I had a great dinner, had some fun. Drank way too much. And forgot to call you. That's all," she said in a comforting tone of voice.
As she sat there, lying to her husband Claudia felt her panic attack starting to grow more and more every second. And the guilt she felt was almost unbearable. She felt sick, not sure if it was because of the tequila or the guilt of what had happened last night.
"Baby I'm really sorry, but I have to hang up. I think I'm going to puke," she said, as she tried to get to the toilet in time.
Stephan answered in a serious tone. "Ok. Just call me when you're feeling better. And it would be best if you lay off the drinks, just for the day, Ok? Just know that I love you, and I am here for you," he finally added in a calmer voice.
"Thank you honey," was all that she could say before she inevitably started to throw up. Stephan hung up the call, still mad at her.
Stephan was still frustrated at his wife's lack of communication. "I can't believe she did that, getting drunk all alone in a foreign country. God knows what could have happened to her," he said out loud. "It was so reckless of her to act that way, I know she is going through a tough time, but still," he said, his voice calming down. 'We will get through this together,' he thought, as he started to get ready for work.
As Claudia knelt there in front of the toilet, she started to think back at what had happened the day before, and more importantly, later that night. All the lustful acts she had committed. She felt so guilty for breaking her marriage vows, and doing something that would surely hurt Stephan.
But even now, as she was torn up inside by her guilt, she could not deny that she had loved every second of her experience with David. She felt like a completely new woman, a total slut. Claudia had always been such a well behaved person. All her life trying her best to be the perfect daughter, girlfriend then wife. So now she questioned, 'who was that woman last night?'
'Was that other person, that slut, that emerged from me during dinner last night, inside me all along?' she asked herself. 'And if she was a different person then why did it feel so natural, so much like the real me?'
"What the hell is wrong with me?" she said out loud as she started to cry.
She then thought about Dr. Caroline. "This is all her fault," she said through her tears.
'If she had not suggested this trip I wouldn't have done any of those things, my marriage would be safe. I was a fool for listening to her,' she thought, as she grabbed on tighter and tighter to the toilet.
But deep down Claudia knew none of this was Dr. Caroline's fault. It was all on herself. And she now feared facing the consequences of her actions. A few minutes had passed and Claudia, now exhausted, slowly made her way to the sink to brush her teeth. She then started to make her way back to the bed, to rest a bit. She had completely forgotten that David was still there but she was too exhausted to even care at this point, so she just laid there.
As Claudia rested she remembered the now infamous session with Dr. Caroline. She tried her best to remember every detail and every word spoken that day, trying to escape from some of the guilt she was feeling.
'Surely I am not to blame for all this', she thought. "It must be Dr. Caroline's fault, I'm sure of it. She was the one who suggested that I see other men. She even confirmed as much in an email I have from her,'' she whispered to herself.
'The email. All the proof I need of her role in this affair is in that email,' she thought, trying desperately to escape blame for her actions.
She anxiously grabbed her phone and started looking for the old message. Looking back past a ton of other emails, she made her way closer and closer to the one she was so desperately trying to find. When she finally found it, and read it she lay still for a second, a lowly "No, it can't be," escaped her mouth as she started to cry again.
The message was a long conversation between Claudia and Dr. Caroline. Claudia was asking questions about her sessions, trying to get clarifications about what was spoken in the doctor's office. She always had to get clarifications and answers in a separate email because when her husband was present she never had the nerve to ask what was really on her mind.
As she read one specific paragraph where the doctor said, "No Claudia, I never suggested that you sleep with another man. Just that you should try to interact with people on your own. To break your social anxiety. I have no idea where you got that crazy notion from." The email kept going along, but Claudia had read enough.
She must have read that email a thousand times, but she clearly interpreted it the way she wanted. "Did I really want this? Is there no one to blame but me?" she said as she softly cried.
'I fucked David last night, and as much as I know it was wrong, I can't stop thinking about how amazing it felt. How alive I felt at that moment,' she thought to herself as she tried to sleep for a bit.
In between Stephan's call, her puking her guts out and the blame game she just played in her head, she had forgotten all about her diaphragm. "Fuck!" she said. "How could I be so careless and stupid, what if David got me pregnant last night?"
'I'm a terrible wife,' she thought. 'My husband, the man I love, has been asking me for kids for god knows how long, and all I could say was no. But now some random stranger comes and I let him fuck my pussy raw. What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought as she lay there crying mere feet from the man that had, just a couple hours prior, been fucking her in the most intense way she had ever experienced.
"I'm nothing but a slut," she quietly said. But as the words escaped her lips she felt a jolt of energy. Somehow the thought of her as a slut turned her on. "What the hell is happening to me?"
But before Claudia could continue to ponder her moral dilemma, David woke up. He slowly turned around and hugged Claudia from behind. She could feel his firm chest pressing against her back.
"Good morning sexy," he said, sighing softly into her neck.
Claudia, startled by the realization that her lover was still there, froze not knowing what to do or say. As David caressed her stomach with one hand the other gently stroked her hair.
"What's wrong?" he asked, noticing that she had been crying.
"Oh, hi, you startled me a bit, that's all...And I don't feel so good, I have a terrible hangover." She said in a low voice.
"Ha. Looks like someone can't handle her alcohol," David said jokingly.
His strong hands still caressed her belly. She could feel her body moving on its own, as if controlled by some primal instinct, pressing her ass harder against David's pelvic region. David's hand slowly made its way up her body towards her breasts.
