It all started one Saturday, when my husband was out playing golf with a friend. I decided that it would be a great opportunity to do some early spring cleaning. I went through the house like a white tornado, the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the rest of the downstairs. I took a short lunch break, munching on some celery and carrot sticks, along with a tall, cold glass of Diet Coke. The weather was just beautiful, a nice, warm day, a gentle breeze making the fresh spring leaves rustle, the shade of the trees dancing about the back yard in an endlessly repeating cascade. I looked out, sniffing the warm freshness of the season's change from Winter to Spring, and sighed.
The buzz of the clothes dryer broke my moment of contentment, yanking me back to the present. I really didn't want to do more housework, but I knew if I didn't, no one else would. I heaved myself onto my feet, grateful that for once I did not have to wear heels, and padded off to satisfy the beast in the back of the house, and its incessant buzzing. Looking back, I have mixed emotions about whether I would have been better off being lazy that afternoon...
The load of laundry was mainly my husband Tony's clothing, and I took it all upstairs to put away. As I was doing so, I reached into his top drawer, which is a bit of a stretch for me, as I am only five feet, four inches tall, pushing his underwear into the back of the drawer for space. As I did so, my fingers brushed a piece of something, like paper. Curious, I felt around more, until I could grasp it, and pulled out several pages of folded paper. My head cocked to one side as I opened them, a frown on my face, wondering why there were papers in my husband's drawer. As my eyes scanned the flowery script, tears welling up as I did so, I found out why...
He had an affair. My cheeks burning with the flush of embarrassment, and then anger. My tears doing there best to wash away the hurt I felt as I read every line, each word filled with the torrid details of what looked like a one night stand, where they met in a bar while he was on his last business trip. How they fucked in the parking lot, in her rental car. Continuing their tryst through out the night, and her joking referral to one instance where she passed herself off as his wife in a restaurant! Even how she flashed him in the hotel lobby! Jeez, was I pissed!!!
With a crushed feeling in my heart, I went about finishing the chores, my feet leadened by the revelations, my body carrying a burden greater than any elephant, but the sense of loss and hurt wearing me down. I couldn't stand it any more, and had to leave the house, so I called my best friend, and asked to visit. With her permission, I didn't even try to make myself presentable, I just threw on my shoes and left, barely making it to her house, before I totally broke down and fell apart.
The crying and consoling went on for hours, and to this day, I cannot thank Angela enough for helping me through this. She hugged me and kept me with plenty of Kleenex as I cried the pain out, my eyes red and puffy when I was done. By now it was dark, and I knew Tony would be home, wondering where I had gone. I left Angela's place, feeling more angry at Tony, than hurt by him, my mind racing as to what I was going to do.
As I walked in the door, Tony greeted me with his warm smile, which instantly turned into a frown when he saw my face. I lied to him, telling him I went to Angela's to watch a "chick flick", but didn't feel all that well. I clambered up to bed, stripping my clothes off, checking my body in the mirror as I did so. I heard the TV change to pre-season baseball, and knew Tony would be in his own world for a couple of hours, and as I looked myself over, I began to feel angry. Very angry. I checked carefully, looking at my back (as best I could), my legs, my tummy, and my breasts. I weigh 120 pounds, and have C-cup breasts, and long brown hair. While I do not work out, my body is reasonably trim, I do get compliments, and many stares when I wear a miniskirt and heels. I nodded my head in certainty. Whatever was wrong, it was not because of my appearance! My mind returned to what I was going to do about this. My options were to do nothing, confront him, or seek revenge. Doing nothing wasn't a solution my furious mind was ready to accept, and a confrontation just didn't seem right. It wouldn't get me anywhere, the deed was already done. But revenge, now that was an idea...but how?
I didn't want to emasculate him, do a Lorena Bobbitt, although part of me was thinking of similar evil thoughts. But I just couldn't do that. Divorce him? A thought, but I still loved him, and was not looking for something that extreme. The only thing I could think of was to have my own affair, but somehow I needed him to know about it. I climbed into bed, sighing for a moment as my nude body slipped between the soft, black satin sheets. My nipples began to harden as the cool fabric slid over them, my body beginning to excite as I felt the silkiness float by me. I have always loved the feel of satin, and liked to wear it whenever I could, even if it was just panties, and had a rather full wardrobe of satin, including blouses, skirts, dresses, even a couple of Halloween costumes. As I lay there, my fingers began to find their way down my stomach and then lower, finally brushing through my pubic hair.
My fingers began the circular motion I so loved, and my clit began to swell as the first tingle of pleasure caused me to gasp. My mind began to get lost in the sensations of pleasure, so desperate to feel good after the horrible discovery earlier in the day. My fingers moved through out my crotch, at one time even penetrating me. As I continued, my thoughts wandered to men, and how good a cock feels. My fingers moved with an increasing rush, my pulse bounding, my chest heaving underneath the satin covering me, my legs apart as my body desired something I could not have right then. I bit my lip as my passion stirred fully, until my fingers were a furious storm on my vagina. My body convulsed as I climaxed, my mind screaming for a cock to be inside me. In a flash, as my body lay panting in bed, I knew what I would do, and even began to formulate a plan. It would be so sweet, so delicious, and so satisfying, in more ways than one!
Life with Tony returned somewhat back to normal the next day, and for the following week, with one exception: Tony was cut off. My body was off limits to him. I wanted to be more than ready when the time came. I wanted to be so desperate for a cock that any cock would do, even though I had a general idea of what kind of cock I wanted. I made excuses with Tony; too tired, felt ill, no time, anything to hold him off. In our past, there were times when he would get so horny he would decide he wanted me, and he wanted me right then and there. So he would take me. Almost like rape, but not really. He would grab me, and carry me to our bedroom, one way or another get me naked, and then mount me. It wasn't making love, it was just pure, raw sex, and I loved those times. I would even resist sometimes, so he would restrain me. God, how I loved it! But this time, he had to go without, and I had to make sure he wanted to, lest he decide to take me again.
