We Need to Have a Tal -

Breakfast was taken in silence. I had lain awake most of the night wondering what Ian would say, but he simply sat on the opposite side of the table, avoiding eye contact. I didn't trust myself to say anything for fear of igniting his temper. I just wished that he would tell me his thoughts.

He finally scraped his chair back across the tiles and announced he was meeting his mates before going to watch the rugby. It was only nine o'clock but I held my counsel. I guess he just needed time to mull things over. I thought the longer he took to come to a decision, the more likely it was that we would be able to work through it.

I continued to sit at the table going over how we had got here.

I remembered my excitement after that first time with Nick. I was like a teenager with my first boyfriend. I opted to wear pencil skirts with stockings to work rather than my usual trousers. Ian didn't seem to notice, but a couple of the girls in the office gave each other a nudge as I passed their desks. I bought some enticing lingerie and looked forward to Nick seeing me in it. I found it difficult to focus on my work. I paced around the office wondering when he'd next be in. He seemed to have been given a pretty free rein by his boss. He finally came into the office on Wednesday morning and caught me in the kitchenette making coffee.

'Hi beautiful,' he whispered in my ear. My heart skipped a beat.

'Hi,' I said, turning to face him with a big smile.

'I wondered if you fancied meeting up at lunchtime?'

'I'd love to,' I breathed, glancing round to make sure nobody overheard.

'You know the carpark up at Dobbin Woods?'

I nodded.

'Grab yourself a sandwich and I'll see you there at quarter past twelve.' He gave me a wink and was gone.

I got into a real tizzy. I was nervous but thrilled at the thought of being with him again. It was only an hour away and I had to have the Davis account finished before lunch. I darted back to my desk.

I managed to complete the account with five minutes to spare and decided to freshen up in the bathroom rather than picking up a sandwich. I tidied up my lipstick and mascara and applied some more perfume. On the stroke of twelve I exited the office and set off. I was really giddy with anticipation. I felt impelled as if it was my first date all over again.

It was a secluded little carpark at the edge of the woods and there was only Nick's white SUV there when I arrived. I parked alongside, stepped across and opened the passenger door.

'Hi, Emily,' he greeted me as I slid into the seat. 'Did you get a sandwich?'

'No, I'll get something on the way back,' I smiled, although I thought I'd probably skip lunch. I wasn't really hungry for food.

'I've missed you,' he said leaning over to kiss me. It wasn't passionate. It was wonderfully gentle, his soft lips just brushing against mine. He cupped my face in his hands and began planting kisses everywhere. My breathing was already laboured.

'Your neck's so slender,' he murmured, fingering my thin silver necklace. He flicked the top button of my blouse open and spread the fabric to view the swelling of my breasts. I tipped my head back to expose more of my neck to his lips and slid my hand down his trousers to feel the growing bulge in his crotch.

'Take it out, he whispered as he opened another button of my blouse. I found the flap to the slider and slowly opened the zip. Burrowing inside, I found the fly in his Y fronts and eased his semierect penis out. It was the first time I had seen it. I looked at it longingly. It was lighter than his general colouring, a pinkish beige marbled with thin violet veins and beautifully soft. I gently peeled down the foreskin from the pale mauve head and started to stroke it.

Nick had got my blouse completely open and was caressing one of my boobs. He pulled the thin bra strap down so that it hung at my elbow and peeled the lacy cup from my breast. He grasped it lightly and fed it into his mouth. I felt his tongue circling my nipple. The sensation was amazing.

'I want a blow job, Emily,' he announced. I leant over, but the large central console made it awkward. 'I'll come round to your side,' he said. 'Lie the back of your seat down as far as it will go.' He stuffed himself back into his trousers and got out of the car.

'Slip your underwear off,' he said as he opened my door. I looked up at him as I hitched my tight skirt up. His eyes lit up at the sight of my stocking tops. I reached underneath and slowly slid my panties down.

'Beautiful. Just swap places and then kneel in the footwell.'

I positioned myself between his legs as he slid both his trousers and pants down. He was completely hairless. I was nonplussed. I couldn't resist sliding my fingers over his bare skin before taking his knob in my mouth and starting to suck. It had an unusual salty taste. I slowly pumped him with my hand while swirling my tongue around its head. I wasn't sure if I was doing it correctly but it seemed to have the desired effect.

'Get on top and ride it, Emily.' I began to rise and turn towards the windscreen. 'No,' he said. 'I want you to face me. I want to see the yearning in your eyes when I cum inside you.'

I was really uncertain about the logistics of this. I bent under the car roof to straddle over him with one knee on the console and the other on the armrest. My legs were splayed so wide they ached. My breasts were dangling in his face. I found a handle just above the door and hung from` it. In this position, the lips of my pussy were already open. I could feel my own wetness. I took his prick and positioned it at my entrance. I slowly slid down his length, impaling myself on his rigid phallus.

'Oh God,' I gasped. It filled me up completely. And it felt so right.

'Fuck, I love your tits,' he said as he licked and sucked them alternately. I began to slide up and down on his rod. I felt his hands under my thighs helping to support my movement. I rocked back and forth. He started to thrust up at me, making me moan. I was grinding against his cock. I gradually increased the pace, the leather upholstery creaking beneath us.

He was forcing himself as deep as he could inside me. It was as if he was trying to push his balls in as well. I shuddered and groaned with each thrust. He finally grunted, bucking his hips as he erupted. A moment later my eyes glazed over and a huge orgasm washed over me. I crumpled on top of him. We lay there panting, each holding the other while we gradually recovered. I slowly withdrew and returned to my supine position in the footwell.

'God, that was incredible,' Nick whispered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled and glanced at my watch. 'Oh hell, I need to get back to the office.' I quickly readjusted my clothing and scrabbled around on the floor for my undies. I almost fell out of the car. I glanced around to check the empty carpark before pulling them back up.

'I hate doing this in our lunch break. It's such a rush,' Nick said. 'Is there any chance of meeting up on an evening or maybe a weekend. You could say you'd joined an evening class or something so we could have a regular date.'

I wasn't happy about having to rush off either. 'I'll see what I can do,' I replied, opening my car door. I tried to tidy myself up using the rearview mirror. I drove back and strode into the office trying not to look as if I had just been fucked.

I thought about Nick shaving his pubic hair and wondered if he would like to see me completely bare. I wasn't sure about it. I didn't know how Ian would regard it and whether he would begin to suspect something. Nevertheless, that next weekend I actually had a full Hollywood wax and presented myself to Ian as a surprise. He loved it. He said it made me look really sexy and he should have suggested it ages ago. It certainly spiced up our home lovemaking. I also mentioned that I was thinking of taking up yoga at an evening class. I rationalised to myself that some of the poses I would be adopting would be the same anyway.

I shook my head to dispel my memories and got up from the table. I cleared the breakfast pots and put a wash on before tidying up the house and remaking our beds. My mind was still wrestling with the worry that Nick would send the message through to Ian. However, there was nothing more I could do about it.

After a light lunch, I drove to the supermarket as I usually did when Ian was watching the rugby. I was wandering down one of the aisles when a tall figure came striding purposefully towards me. It was Nick in a dark jacket and roll neck jumper.

'Well?' he breathed, moving really close up to me.

I took a step back. 'Well, what?'

'Are you coming to our little party tonight?'

'No. I told you. We're finished.'

He looked around to check no one overheard. 'Are you sure?' He whispered.

'I've told Ian,' I said.

'Really?' Nick looked surprised. 'And he was OK with it, was he? Well, I guess it's one thing hearing that your wife has had an affair. He might feel differently when he sees another bloke actually fucking you. Hard,' he added.

I didn't reply.

'I'll be in touch,' he hissed, turning on his heel and marching off.

I was shaken. I wandered through the rest of the store in a daze. I knew now that Nick would follow through with his threat. My only hope now was that Ian wouldn't open the attachment. But if I were in his position, could I refrain from looking at it? The imagination can be worse than reality.

When I got home, I realised I'd forgotten half the things I wanted, but I didn't fancy going out again. I decided to make do with the items I'd got. I needed to keep myself busy to stop my mind wondering what Ian's reaction would be when he received the video. I settled on making a lasagne, another of his favourites, with the remainder of last night's cheesecake to follow. Having assembled it, I stuck it in the oven and went upstairs to make myself presentable.

However, it was late before Ian got home and I'd had to turn the oven off hours ago to stop the lasagne burning. He'd obviously stayed in the pub for a while after the rugby. I'd already checked on the result, so I felt safe asking how the game had been.

'Fine,' he grunted. He didn't say any more. I assumed the message hadn't landed with him yet. I didn't question it.

I tried to make small talk but only got cold single word responses from him. He took his coffee and shuffled through to the lounge to watch highlights of the other games. I cleared up and went to bed with a book. I couldn't concentrate on it. I waited up to see if he would join me but I eventually fell into a fitful sleep.

The message finally arrived on Sunday evening. I was in the living room watching TV when Ian burst in.

'What the fuck is this?' he yelled, waving his phone in my face.

'I'm sorry,' I said, without needing to see what he was referring to.

'You recorded yourselves?'

'It was Nick. I didn't know he was videoing it. I'm sorry,' I repeated.

'Bloody hell, Em.' he spat. 'When was this?'

'Last September.'

'When in September?'

'When I said I was going to yoga. I was actually seeing Nick. I'm so sorry.'

He swore and began fiddling with his phone. In an instant the television screen switched to the attachment, enlarged to an obscene scale.

'No, Ian. Please don't play it,' I pleaded.

He started the video.

It showed me stepping carefully into Nick's bedroom in a pair of stilettos. I had changed out of my yoga pants and was wearing a charcoal grey skirt with a fitted white blouse. Nick followed behind me. I turned, waiting for him to take me. As he leaned in, I offered up my lips and pulled him tight. We kissed, deeply.

I was mortified. Squirming in my chair, I looked at Ian. 'We're going to have sex. Are you sure you want to watch?'

'Yes, damn you, and you can stay here while I do.'

On the screen, Nick had begun to undress me. He'd unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my skirt off. I stood there in just my black lacy lingerie, stockings and heels. The lighting picked up the warm tones of my skin and accentuated my curves.

Ian's jaw dropped. 'Shit, I've never seen you in that get-up before. How long have you had those?'

'A few months,' I admitted.

'So, you dress up like that for your lover, but not me,' he groused.

I didn't say anything. Nick had bought the lingerie for me and I'd left it at his place to avoid Ian getting suspicious, but there was no point going into all that.

In the bedroom, Nick stepped back and asked me to give him a show. I slowly pirouetted to the soft music, looking back at him seductively over my shoulder. I hadn't realised how narrow the knickers were at the back. They completely disappeared between my cheeks. 'God, you're sexy,' Nick grinned, removing his shirt.

He came up behind me, pulled my head back to his shoulder, and was kissing me again. I arched back to wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my chest out. He ran his long fingers down my sides and then up over the bra. He was smiling directly at the camera as if he knew Ian would be watching it. He slid his hands inside the cups to caress my breasts. I moaned as he squeezed them and pulled on my nipples.

He unclasped the bra and slid the straps down my arms. Slowly easing it from my breasts, he let it drop to the floor. He sat on the bed and, turning me to face him, asked me to feed him my tits. I was taken by surprise and faltered for a moment before presenting them. I cupped my breasts, squeezing them slightly so my nipples protruded and stepped up to him. He took one breast in his mouth and ran his fingers over my other nipple. I groaned as he continued to suck and tweak them, swapping from one to the other every minute or so. It felt heavenly.

Nick finally detached himself. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' he asked

'Yes,' I breathed.

'You want me to fuck your married pussy?' he asked in mock surprise.

'Please, Nick.' I craved it. My desire was becoming desperate.

He stood up and told me to bend over and put my hands on the bed. He slipped round behind me and, crouching, slowly pulled down my panties. I felt the flat of his hand pushing between my inner thighs, easing my legs apart. His fingers were teasing me, sliding back and forth over the bare lips of my fanny.

'So that's why you had it waxed,' Ian declared.

'It was for you,' I lied.

'Well, what a bloody coincidence,' he growled.

Nick dropped his trousers and pants and stepped out of them. I was looking back at him; his penis already erect. I groaned as he slid it up the length of my crack. He put his leg between mine and nudged my heels further apart. His thumbs pushed down on the small of my back to make it arch, tilting my entrance upwards. He gripped my waist to hold me in position.

Abruptly, the view changed to my face, with Nick directly behind me. He must have hidden cameras all over the room. My eyes were closed and my mouth open, breathing heavily in anticipation. However, he was relishing the moment, leering directly into the lens. Suddenly he gritted his teeth and slammed his cock into me. My head jerked up and my eyes flew wide. I screamed, more from shock than pain.

'Oh God,' I gasped clutching at the bedding.

He continued to pound mercilessly at my vulva. I was lurching forward with each thrust. My legs were shaking. I was having difficulty staying on my heels.

'You like it rough, Emily.'

I groaned, unsure if it was a question or a statement.

'You naughty little girl, Emily. You need to be spanked.' He partially withdrew and slapped my buttocks. First one side, then the other.

I whimpered. I had never been treated like this before. After the initial sting, it didn't hurt that much. It was just... humiliating. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. He kept pulling until I was upright. He slid his arm through my elbows. He held me, pushing my breasts forward. The view on the screen was a full frontal of me. Nick's cock was still clearly pumping between my legs. My tits were bouncing up and down. My eyes were screwed shut in near ecstasy.

'God,' I cried. 'You're in deep.'

'Whose cunt is this?' he growled.

'Yours,' I wailed.

'That's right,' he said. 'It's mine anytime I want, isn't it?'

'Yes. It belongs to you,' I moaned.

He lowered me back down to the bed. Still behind me he resumed his prolonged vigorous fucking. My breasts were jouncing below me. I felt my orgasm building. I could tell Nick wasn't far off himself. I reached back to rub my clit so we could climax together. His hips continued to thrust into me, faster and faster. He didn't ask where I wanted him to come. He just exploded inside me. It took me over the edge. I buried my head in the duvet. Nick fell on top of me, still trembling and then rolled off to one side. As the waves of our orgasms slowly subsided, I lay my head on his beautiful chest in post coital bliss.

The screen went blank and then reverted to the facile romcom I'd been watching. Ian switched it off.

I looked down at the hands in my lap, tensing to hear his reaction.

'You little slut,' he spat. 'I trusted you.' He turned away and marched out. Moments later I heard the front door slam and his car pulling away with a screech of tyres.

I buried my face in my hands and wept.