Hi it's me again, Celia Trevor.
I was in a total state of shock, it was 10am Sunday morning and I was still in bed, which was highly unusual for me, I just couldn't bring myself to get up, my mind was in complete and utter turmoil.
What had happened to me yesterday had left me practically lifeless, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, such was the level and intensity of the fucking, and love making, I had endured, and willingly taken part in, albeit very unwillingly at first, until I couldn't deny it, or Declan any longer, he had completely overwhelmed me.
After all these faithful years, I was now a cheating wife.
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My husband had asked me if anything was wrong this morning, could he get me anything. I told him I just felt like resting, the night before, when we had gone to bed he had wanted to make love with me, I told him I wasn't in the mood for it, that I had a migraine, I was so tired I said, which was so true.
The truth was I didn't want to make love with him because I knew I would feel as if I was being unfaithful to my new lover Dec, my son's friend, and the son of my neighbour,
He is a powerful dynamic young man, extremely good looking, with a personality to match, an aura I had never ever encountered, unbelievable maturity, and a dominance I never knew of, I had spent all my life not knowing that I was rather submissive, not until yesterday anyway!
I wasn't a slave type sub, but just being taken by him, making me want what he wanted, he had somehow read me, and knew me, for what I was.
Now he was the object of my desire, the sole focus of my being, here I was, 37 years old, married 19 faithful years, and in the space of a few hours, my life was turned upside down by him, and now, I was in love with this 18 year old boy, although calling him a boy didn't apply to him, he is man boy!
I was still lying in bed when my mobile rumbled, it was a text from him, he had taken my number before he left yesterday saying he would text me tomorrow, my heart leaped, I couldn't open it fast enough, it read;
'Hi, how is my gorgeous baby? My beautiful long legged, sexy fuck toy!
I will call round tomorrow morning, what time shall I arrive?' X.
I wasn't sure I liked being called his sexy fuck toy, but I just wanted to see him again, so I replied, 'I'll be alone after 8.30; I need to see you again x x.'
Then came his reply, which saying it took me by surprise was an understatement, he wrote, 'Be ready for me by 9.00am, wear backless high heels, mini skirt, stockings, suspender's, tiny top, no bra, no pants, hair down, don't disappoint me ok!' x x x
I was flabbergasted to say the least, stunned too. I just stared at the phone, then I realised I was furious, how dare he talk to me like that!
Moments later the phone rumbled again, the msg read, 'If you reply to that last text, I'll know you won't want me to come, so be careful! Ok?'
Now I was in a quandary, if I replied he wouldn't come, so obviously I didn't answer, I didn't realise then just what he had done by that one msg! He had cemented his hold over me, and I fell straight into it!
All I could think about was the way he had fucked me, made love to me, so powerfully, so tenderly, the way his kiss had moved me like no other kiss had ever done, it was as if he had been given the DNA profile of me, with the information to my soul laid bare.
While I was thinking all this, I had got out of bed without realising it, gone into my closet and started hunting down the Micro skirt I had bought years before, and the tiny tube top I had bought to go with it, Satin white, beautiful, I had never worn either as opportunity had never arisen, I was suddenly aware of where I was, and immediately accepted that my need to be with him again was more powerful than my perceived anger at being told what to wear, I was crossing an unseen line in my life, where was this all going to lead me?
My husband, and my marriage was in more trouble than he, or I, could ever have imagined, I know he didn't deserve this, but I wasn't in control of my emotions, maybe things would change as my new relationship with Dec developed, then a thought sprang unbidden into my mind, what would it be like to wake up to Dec each morning? Instead of my husband David, it pulled me to a stop instantly, what I was doing? How could I think such things?
But the fact was, I had thought it; it was there in my head! Me, 18, or 19 years older than my young masterful lover, and contemplating my life with him. I had given him my love and body for only a few short hours.
All my thoughts were of me in his strong arms; under his powerful body; being subjected to the enormous thrust of his wonderful cock that seemed to split me asunder.
I couldn't deny the changes in my heart, and in my mind.
So I located the said micro skirt and tiny tube top, high heels weren't a problem, neither were the stockings or suspenders, I had in mind a little gold necklace that I knew went the outfit, The stage as it were, was set!
I tried them all on, everything still fit.
I put them to one side for tomorrow; my pussy tingled at the thought of what would be my fate at the hands of my wonderful lover.
I wasn't going to be disappointed, but I also had no idea of the way things were to go!
I had a restless night, my husband tried to make love again, I again turned him down saying I wasn't in the mood, which actually wasn't a lie, there was no way I was going to be unfaithful to Dec this night!
Can you believe that? It should be the other way round! But no, not now.
I was grateful when the alarm went at 7.00am; my husband rose, went in the shower and did what all men do on a morning, I waited until he had finished then shot in there myself, showered, washed my hair, dried and brushed it till it literally glowed! Shaved, especially my pussy, I needed to be in prime condition. I put on some make up but not too much, I didn't want to arouse suspicions!
Dressing demurely for my morning appearance, downstairs I went, prepared breakfast etc, and went through the Monday morning rituals, but well aware of the time on the clock, I got my son and daughter out on time, 8.15, my husband was a little late, he left at 8.35 instead of the usual 8.30 much to my annoyance, although I never showed it, as soon as he was out of the door I was upstairs in a flash, undressed, and put on my skirt and top, stockings suspenders, the backless high heels, they and the ultra short skirt made my legs look a million miles long!
No pants, no bra! Finished my make up, put on the necklace, gave my hair its final brush, then checked myself in the full length mirror, and boy did I look good, in fact I complimented myself saying I looked beautiful, and it was all for him, Dec!
I went down stairs; it was 8.55, one last look in the hall mirror, yep, looking great girl, I said to myself!
I placed myself in the doorway to the kitchen and hallway, turned slightly to one side for effect, raised one shapely knee and waited, almost right on time the front door opened, he glanced at me, turned and locked the door, the back door was locked already, he then looked at me proper, 'Wow' was all he said, and oh my, did he look good too, white polo shirt, black trousers and loafers, terrific, my resolve to tease him went out of the window at that one word.
I rushed down the hall to him, jumped in the air, parted my legs, and landed on him at waist height, he hardly moved backwards at all, such was his physical strength, my feet hit the door with a thud, then I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him as hard and as passionately as I could.
'Please darling, take me upstairs and make love to me, do anything you want, but please do it now'! I almost begged.
He pulled away a little and smiled at me,' Dressed how I told you to'? He enquired.
'Yes' I gasped, my arousal was taking me over.
Keeping me in place he carried me up the stairs, and into my marital bedroom.
I expected him to take me straight to bed, but he didn't he stopped in the middle of the room and put me down.
'No, please' I said, indicating towards the bed.
