Ok, so I'm going to fast forward this account of my time with Chris a little now, to a period several weeks after my first visit to his place.
There has been some important developments.
Here we join the story where I have just returned home to hubby John after a very passionate evening with young boyfriend Chris...
"Nine!" John's word is almost shouted at me in disbelief, and is in response to me telling him how many times Chris managed to come that night.
A prolific cummer, he usually manages seven or eight but this particular night is the first time he's seen me for a full five days, due to us being on holiday.
Absence in this case, making not just his heart grow fonder.
Oh, and I'd made him promise not to play with himself for that entire week, I can be cruel sometimes.
John curses, and mumbles something unintelligible, although I can't hear the words his tone is clearly sarcastic, indicating jealousy.
Although I know his jealousy is not produced by the fact I'm with Chris but more to do with John being a quarter of a century older than him, and not quite as productive as he used to be.
Reaching out, I grasp his shoulder and squeeze, "Hey...your still and always will be number one....and it's quality not quantity that's important."
Grinning seductively at him, the meaningful look in my eyes snapping John out of his sulk.
He smiles back, "So....I'm guessing you haven't told him yet then?"
Shaking my head, replying that I haven't but soon will.
"You'll have to do it sooner rather than later....he's getting sweet on you."
The latter part of John's comment is said with a 'I told you so' tone.
John is right of course, as usual. What I need to do but don't want to do, is tell Chris that I am in fact not divorced but still happily married and living with my husband.
Chris is under the impression that I'm single and available, so as you can imagine, his young mind is filled with plans for the future...a future with me.
I should have informed him in the early stages of our friendship but I was too selfish, knowing he would have 'taken a hike' as our american cousins might say.
And I didn't want that to happen, enjoying myself too much you see.
And now that our friendship had developed into a relationship that was going places, from Chris's perspective at least, cowardice now replaced my selfishness.
I was afraid to tell him for a number of reasons, mainly that it would hurt him.
He'd been hurt before and I care about Chris and didn't want to be bitch number two in his young life.
Pulling my troubled thoughts about this matter reluctantly together, I made a vow both inwardly to myself and verbally to John that I would tell Chris the next time we met.
With this matter behind us for now, our focus changed to that of one another.
John stepped back and had a good look at his cheating wife, all the way down and back up again slowly.
"Oh yeah....love to see you like this...after you've been used."
His word is accurate... used...that I had.
I stand there before him in the hallway of our family home, feeling pleasantly tired, my face and neck still visibly flushed from recent orgasm, make up all smudged, hair messed up and matted with spunk, bare legged as the stockings were covered in it too, I'm leaking from both holes and the air around me is filled with the scent of fresh sweat... and another man's seed.
It is indeed a special moment between us, one we've enjoyed sharing many times over the years, and every time it's just as exciting as the first.
John walks back to me and leans in close to my neck, watching me carefully while taking a deep breath in through his nose....scenting.
I gaze back into his eyes as he does this... primitive act.
The alpha male checking out his alpha female...what have you been up to?
"I can smell him on you....you must be wet?"
John's voice is quiet and steady.
Nodding, not taking my eyes off his, I see a wicked grin form on my husband's face.
He continues, and although spoken in a casual manner his words have a commanding undertone.
"Good girl.... you'd better get your ass upstairs...I want some pictures."
Doing as I'm told, slipping into my natural role of submissive so easily it surprises me.
I've only recently been the boss with Chris, the young lad subordinate to me, and now I'm gratefully back where I belong...under John's firm control...it feels so good...everything as it should be.
Mounting the stairs with him following I get half way up and am ordered to stop and lift my skirt, legs apart.
We are alone in the house, it being after midnight on a saturday both our boys are out.
I'm wearing my 'slut' wear for ease of access, short skirt, t shirt, no bra no panties.
Tonight we were supposed to be al fresco or in the car as his mum Barbara was going to be in all night but as it happened she was invited out by a friend so we had the place to ourselves.
Hitching up the skirt and standing prone, legs apart, I'm aware of John close behind and below, hands on my arse cheeks pulling apart...he's inspecting me.
"Oh yes...he has been busy...it's running down your leg...right...go on then up you go."
With a slap on my bare rump I let the skirt back down and continue to our bedroom where, for the next twenty minutes John takes photographs.
This has become part of our routine, the 'after' pictures.
My husband's little hobby, he has quite a collection now.
Me in various poses showing off the 'evidence' of recent infidelity.
Chris, being a heavy prolific cummer is an ideal partner for this purpose and John gets lots of leaky shots while I stare seductively back into the lense.
After he's done taking the pictures I'm ordered to remove my clothing and lay down on our bed, where I'm quickly joined by a very eager John.
And it's there on the marital bed that we make love, a very special kind of love.
Husband and wife enjoying each other in a unique way, reveling deeply in the knowledge and physical evidence....that I've just been with another man.
As he penetrates me we gaze deeply into each other, searching for and quickly finding that special look in his eyes....returning it... complete erotic satisfaction!
Sighing, feeling so fulfilled as my hubby begins to stroke slowly in and out, "Can you feel it?"
I ask, my voice hardly more than a whisper.
John continues to hold my gaze, his eyes full of fervent passion.
"Oh yeah....your soaked....it's leaking on my balls right now....oh shit."
Closing his eyes briefly... concentrating...
I know he's trying to hold back so, what with me being a tease...
I begin goading my hubby, telling him how much I enjoyed being fucked by a guy half my age....how good it was to feel his thing inside me....how he made me scream and curse...
I use explicit descriptions and foul language, all delivered in that quiet, even tone, all while staring up and into John.
It works perfectly, and I get what I want, my hubby losing it after just a few moments.
As he pounds into me, our bed creaking and squeaking, my own breathless climax catches up with me.
So absorbed in goading, and the fascination of watching John lose control, I haven't fully realised how aroused I am.
Its speed and power taking me by surprise.
We go together at the same time in perfect harmony....John adding his to young Chris's.
As his heavy twitches fade, and my grip on John relaxes, we pant together in happy relief.
Slowly coming out of intensity, resuming normal service.
Patting my hubby on the back, thanking him...feeling his warmth inside me...I am so wet!
"Do you think they fight?"
My sudden and bizzare question causes John to raise his head from its place nestled between my shoulder and neck.
Looking confused, his face red and sweaty John asks, "Does who fight?"
Beginning to grin up at my hubby I reply, "Your sperm and Chris's....when they meet inside me....maybe they have a scrap."
John too, now grins at my silly but thought provoking question.
It is a question which I've pondered many times while laid awake through the night, I have bouts of insomnia you see and insomnia brings with it lots of deep questions about life.
This particular one I've never shared with John before, strangely.
"Well...it's not really fair if they do because mine will be outnumbered."
John says with a suggestive raise of eyebrows, I know where he's going with that crafty reply.
Pulling him down for a slow sensual kiss... lingering, breaking off I watch his reaction carefully while giving his still hard cock a 'squeeze' inside me, then take his bait, "Well darling....you'd better send reinforcements hadn't you."
Our little banter is a lighthearted interlude in what turns out to be a long and energetic night.
John does indeed send lots of reinforcements.
What with Chris unleashing a weeks worth of frustration upon me and then my hubby proving he's still top dog...by the early hours of sunday I am exhausted.
We drift off to sleep together in each others arms.
**
Sunday.
Waking up after a night of sex is not a comfortable experience for me.
I ache and I'm dirty, sometimes very dirty and this morning is an example of the latter.
In what reminds me of days gone by with our good friend Dave, as I begin to move my skin 'peels' away from the bed sheet....my lower half is covered in dried spunk.
Getting up off the bed I leave John snoozing and go gingerly out the bedroom and across the landing to the bathroom.
I know that Steve our youngest boy won't be back until the afternoon but Chris may have returned while we were asleep.
It is unlikely but I don't want to be bumping into my eldest son, nude and looking like I do.
Getting in the bathroom and closing the door, glancing at myself in the mirror....not good....I won't go into detail suffice to say I've looked better.
Stepping into the shower, oh that glorious feeling! Hot powerful jet of water washing everything away...I love it.
