Thomas didn't really know his first wife. Mistakes were made and Karma never forgets.
This is a work of fiction.
All sex is between consenting adults.
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Janet Ledford was a pretty 21-year-old girl when I first met her back in 1974. She was 5'8" tall and had brown eyes and hair. She wore her hair straight and it fell to her breasts. In spite of being a little overweight, she liked to dress provocatively. She often wore band aids in stead of her 36C bra. Mini skirts were popular back then and Janet had been sent home at least once to change into something "more appropriate". I would describe Janet's personality as vibrant and outgoing.
Oh, I'm Thomas Seabring. I was 24 when I met Janet. I had short brown hair and eyes. I was a slim 6'2" back then. Unlike Janet, I was, well still am, introverted, strait-laced, and self-restrained. I had only been in town for three months, hadn't met many people, and was not dating anyone regularly.
Janet and I were thrown together almost every day. Conversation was easy, flirtatious, and at times filled with sexual overtones. On the day I was planning to ask her out, I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring. I had never seen the ring before, and I should have backed away right then. But I didn't.
"I was about to ask you out. I didn't realize you are married."
"That would have been nice. But yes, I have been married for two years." She replied.
"I have never noticed you wearing your ring."
"I don't wear it often. I have gained a bit of weight since I got married and my finger swells. Gary, noticed I wasn't wearing it this morning, so I had to put it on."
We got back to work but I felt there was now a barrier between us. Things felt a little off, our usual banter was awkward. We finished up and returned to our own desks.
The next day, Janet ran into me in the break room and said "We needed to talk and clear the air."
I agreed. She handed me a piece of paper and left.
Back at my desk, I opened the note and read the it. She asked me to meet her at Clyde's, a local bugger joint that evening at 8:30. She'd be in a blue Chevy Impala with another woman. We could talk in the back seat. She didn't want to lose me as a friend.
I debated the rest of the day whether to meet her or not. I had enjoyed working with Janet and it seemed a shame to end that just because she was married. After all, nothing had happened and now that I knew she was married, nothing would.
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When I got there, I found two women sitting in an Impala at the back of the parking lot. Janet was one of them. The other woman was a good bit older, probably in her 50s.
I pulled into the parking space next to them not knowing what to expect.
Janet got out, opened my door "Let's sit in the back seat of my car, it's darker there."
I got out of my car as she slid into the back seat of her car. I followed her in.
"Thomas, this is Margaret. She came with me so Gary wouldn't be suspicious. Mom, this is Thomas."
"Hi, Margaret. Good to meet you." The words were hardly out of my mouth before Janet had her tongue down my throat.
Margaret said. "You two go ahead and do what you need to. Ignore me."
My hands found Janet's breasts while our tongues battled. We made out for the next half hour until Margaret said. Janet, we've got another stop to make."
Janet released me and said "I really enjoyed that. I hope we can still be friends at work."
I agreed without pointing out we hadn't discussed anything.
Janet and I got out of the car. She hugged me, got back in her car, and they were gone.
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The next several days I felt guilty about making out with a married woman and again managed to avoid having to work with Janet.
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Tuesday the following week, I stopped on the way home and picked up a pizza. I put the pizza on the kitchen counter but hadn't opened the box when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Janet standing there fidgeting. "Can I come in?"
I opened the door wider, she rushed through it and closed it quickly behind her.
Startled, I asked. "What's the rush?"
"I parked down the street and didn't want to be seen coming in here."
"Who are you worried might see you?"
"Gary is just a petty little man. He's jealous and asked some of his friends to follow me. I think I lost them."
"What are you doing here, anyway?"
"You've been avoiding me at work. I want to know why."
"Umm, because you're married. And I have feelings for you."
"So what? We worked together before you found out. I was married then too."
I added. "And I guess I felt guilty about what we did the other night."
"You shouldn't feel guilty we just had some fun."
Blushing, I said. "I was starting to think of you as my girlfriend. Even though I know we never talked about it."
"I feel the same way. Look, pizza smells good. Do you have enough to share?"
"Yeah, I always get a large so I can have leftovers. What would you like to drink with it?"
"Got a beer? What kind of pizza is it?"
"Pepperoni, mushroom, black olive, and anchovy."
"Oh, I'll just pick the anchovies off my pieces." She paused before asking. "You know what they say about people who like anchovies don't you?"
"No, what?" I asked.
"They also like the taste of pussy."
"Guilty." I blushed.
"We'll see."
As we ate the pizza, I changed the subject. "Why is your husband having you followed?"
"Well, Margaret kind of got caught last night. After we left you, we visited her boyfriend. Unfortunately, one of her husband's friends saw us going into the house and told Gary's dad."
I asked. "Why would Gary or his dad care about who your mom is seeing?"
"Margaret is Gary's mom, not mine. I just call her mom. Anyway, when she got confronted, she kind of let it slip we were covering for each other. You see, she has been seeing her boyfriend for months. I had been going with her so everyone would think we were out shopping together. Last week when I told her about our issue at work, she said she'd cover for me so I could see you."
"That really sounds like a dangerous game."
It didn't take long to finish the pizza.
Once finished, Janet asked to see the apartment. In the bedroom, she began shedding her clothes. "I love a water bed." She said, lying down on her back and spreading her legs. "Come show me how good you are at eating pussy."
In seconds, I was between her legs sucking on her clit. She pulled my face harder against herself when I inserted my tongue into her. When she had her first orgasm, cumming loudly, she pulled me up her body, allowing me to pause to suck and nibble each of her hard, puckered nipples.
When I reached her lips, she reached between our bodies and pulled my very erect penis against her vagina. Wanting to savor the moment, I pressed forward slowly. Demonstrating her need, she gripped my buttocks, pulling me forward until I was fully inside her. I began long, full strokes, pulling almost out then pushing all the way in, bumping her cervix, over and over. Each time I touched her cervix, she spasmed. As our excitement built, my strokes came faster and harder. Her ankles locked behind my butt, pulling me onward, harder and faster. I could feel my balls tightening as I approached orgasm. Janet scratched my back and screamed her orgasm as I pumped my first load of sperm into her. We stayed pressed together until our orgasms passed.
I slid off, my softening cock pulling out of her. We lay there on the undulating water bed as our breathing returned to normal. We turned toward each other and shared a long, deep, intimate kiss.
We showered together, taking turns soaping and rinsing each other. By the time I was rinsed, my penis was beginning to show life again. She knelt and pulled me into her mouth. She made a determined effort, but I couldn't manage a second orgasm that soon.
When she came out of the bathroom, I was waiting for her on the bed, but she picked up her clothes and began dressing.
Surprised, I said. "You have to go so soon?"
"Yes, I'll be expected." She looked at the clock. "In fact, I may already be in trouble."
She kissed me one last time before opening the door and rushing out.
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Janet was out of work the next two days. She didn't call. I realized I had no idea how to get hold of her to check up on her. I didn't know where she lived, and I couldn't find a phone listed in her or her husband's name.
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Thursday night (actually Friday morning) I was awakened at 3:30 AM by the doorbell ringing frantically. The ringing of the bell was punctuated by vigorous pounding on the door. Through the peephole, I could see two women. I recognized one as Janet although she had a hood pulled low over her face. I didn't recognize the other woman. Janet was looking around fearfully.
I opened the door. Janet nearly knocked me down rushing inside. The other woman entered in less of a hurry.
"Sorry Thomas. I didn't know where else I could go. I left my car at Theresa's apartment, and she brought me here so no one would be able to find me."
"What happened?"
"Gary knows I cheated on him. He lost his temper and hit me. I hit the floor, and he kicked me in the abdomen. He bent over me to hit me again and I kicked him in the balls. I escaped before he could recover."
She tilted her head back and for the first time, I could see she had a swollen black eye and bruised cheek.
"I wanted to come straight here, but I didn't want to leave a trail leading here. Gary doesn't know Theresa so I went to Theresa's and convinced her to bring me here. By the way, Thomas, this is Theresa. Theresa, this is Thomas."
Theresa and I exchanged nods.
I said. "Janet, I'm so sorry. I feel guilty for getting you hurt. You need to go to the hospital to be checked out."
