The drive back home was quiet and confusing. We both said very little, we were both concerned about the strange new feelings coursing through us. She wanted re-assurance that of course I gave her, in great spades.
The only item of Emily's original outfit was her shoes, everything else including her thong was biker slut wear. I'd misplaced her bra at some point much to her annoyance. So each bump on the road was causing an earthquake of boob jiggle that we both found funny and exciting.
The fact that, that night when we arrived home we ended up having some of the best sex we'd ever had, made it even more confusing. I even managed to fill her up twice, something I'd not managed in years.
Just before falling asleep her final words set in motion the next few days "I'm scared at how much we both fell into this and how quickly. We can't let it happen again."
She was of course correct. It was a fun experience but that was it. We needed to put a stop to it going any further. We even thought of moving house instantly, but realised that wasn't something you could do in 2 days. We knew the club would be back in touch shortly, so we did change both of our mobile numbers and Emily went to the Dr and was signed off work for a month. We decided to hide her from the world and sent her to her mothers in Cornwall and we told no one.
I would deal with the club if and when they came hunting for us. I didn't know what that really meant but I had to try something. We needed to get back to normality as quickly as possible.
There were no letters through the post. They couldn't get hold of our new mobile numbers, we were very careful how we shared them with and it worked. Nothing from them. We of course kept in touch and I even popped down to see her once for a long weekend. Claire thought we were separating or something, that took some long conversations to resolve.
While Emily was away I did fail in my solidarity to her by looking at the pictures of her from time to time. I was ashamed but couldn't help myself. I even went looking for her biker gear twice but never managed to find it, again I was cross with myself for even looking. It was as if the door was open a creek and I couldn't help myself to keep wanting a peek inside. That on its own was worrying.
About 3 weeks into her hiding, I came home from work at around 6pm. A little later than usual but knowing I was on my own at the moment meant I had the luxury of time. I didn't even bother putting the car in the garage yet, I'd do that later.
Had I of followed my usual routine I'd have seen my wife's car in the garage and I'd not have worried when I entered the house and heard someone. I nearly ran away when I heard the first footsteps followed by the starting of the shower. But instead I decided to head to our bedroom to see what type of thief was taking a shower in my house.
My heart pounding I entered our bedroom. To find a small collection of biker gear on the floor. What the ... it also looked like there were some heals buried under the usual denim vest and skirt. On top of the pile was a sheer white thong.
Who was this, what was going on, why were they here?
I entered the en-suite my heart pounding and my mind playing through different scenarios. The one I wasn't running through was what I was actually greeted with, Emily in the shower. What was she doing back early? What was with the gear? What was going on? Feeling my heart recovering instantly.
I called out to her through the sound of the water "Hey honey your back?"
"Hey babes, yup, out in a second."
I stepped back into our bedroom and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor. Had she gotten them out to put on now? To burn? Or ... I had to know, had she worn them already? I knelt down to have a little look at the first thing that hit me with an answer was the smell of pussy. I reached out and touched the thong, it was wet. Very wet. I was instantly conflicted again. Was it wet with semen? It didn't feel like it but I bought it to my face to check. I sniffed my wife's thong and only received pussy, no smell of semen. I was relieved.
I then realised that I was sniffing my wifes knickers, I'd never done that before. She'd been back in my life for all of 30 seconds and I'd reverted to some kinky pervert already. I felt my cock swell as I ran the wet thong around my fingers. Then hearing the shower stop I dropped it back into the pile and moved to sit on the bed.
It was a few moments before a vision I so missed walked into the room. She was already dry and completely naked. She stopped and stood before me, smiling. I still marveled at her astonishing body. The way her tits hung, heavy, full and heavy, low on her chest. They looked how they had for years and I'm not ashamed to say my favourite part of her and she knew it. Her strong legs and powerful thighs, lead to wide hips and a completely shaved pussy. This wasn't a complete surprise as she did various different layouts down there from time to time. I'd not seen her completely shaven for a while however. I was wondering when she'd done that. She was truely a goddess, my goddess. It was great to have her back.
I smiled at her, was about to get up to hug her when I saw her look past me at the clock on the bedstand. "Ohh better get a move on."
"Eh?"
"We have a guest coming here in a few minutes." and she grabbed the wet thong and pulled it up her legs. That confused me, why have a shower and then.. but watching her really fiddle with it over her pussy. I couldn't even work out what she was doing. She spend a minute pulling it tight inside her pussy lips, then sawed it a little, then pulled it back out and settled it into place. Then she almost gave herself a wedgey with it before patting it in place. What the hell was that all about?
"What was that?" I couldn't help ask her. Was that a show for me?
She looked at me with a huge grin, but it was a worried grin. "Did you not like it?"
"Err well yes it was ... but what was it?"
She stopped, looking worried. "This is my slutty thong, I was making sure it was nicely presenting my cunt for you." I almost fell off the bed. She'd used the word cunt. What the hell had happened to her since she was away. I'd never heard her use that word before ever.
She then struck a pose, her arms on her hips, her legs spread apart a good 2 foot. She was facing me perfectly wearing just that thong. She then very seriously asked "Are you not pleased with what you see?"
I instantly barked, almost salivating "Fuck yes. Oh god yes."
She was overjoyed, you could see it on her face.
DING DING
Our door bell.
"Go get it please Chris, I'll be right down."
A reasonable request I guess. I stood and quickly stepped toward my amazing wife. Grabbing as much of one boob as my hand could hold and hefting it while kissing her hard on the lips. Pushing my body into hers, so that she could feel my cock. My turn to tease her. I stepped back leaving her panting and walked to the stairs to see who was interrupting us. As I walked down the stairs I heard Emily call out "I'm so glad I can please you Chris.".
I thought that was a nice, but also strange thing for her to say. I opened the door to see Ruth standing there with another woman. I'd never seen the other woman before but noticed that she was heavily pregnant.
"Good evening Chris, how are we? Can we come in please." Ruth told me rather than asked with a big smile.
"Errrr yer" and I stood to one side while opening the door wider. They both stepped into my house and without being asked walked to the living room. I closed the door and followed them. They both sat on the large 3 seater sofa, with Ruth in the middle seat and the other woman on her right.
They way they made themselves at home so quickly was both not surprising but also rather unnerving. Every interaction with Ruth had my nerves bouncing. She then took control, again no surprise.
"Take a seat Chris, you've been at work all day." and she indicated the two seater sofa opposite them. As I sat she continued, "I know Emily is here so don't worry." she grinned adding "She been with us today." Oh shit, so that's why she had the gear on, what does that mean.
