My husband Andrew has encouraged me to read some of the Literotica stories following on from the big change in our marriage and it has helped me to come to terms with the changes and cope with the guilt, excitement, fear and joy I have been feeling recently.
I am now 40 years old and work in an insurance call centre. My job is not about cold calling customers as that would be something I would be useless at. I am basically fairly shy and retiring so I answer the calls wanting quotations and cope with that side of the job quite well. I married Andrew when I was 22 and had only one or two boyfriends before him. We met at our local church and I got on well with Andrew from the start as we had a lot in common. He is rather shy himself and a bit of an obsessive type. We both read a lot and spend a lot of time in our large garden, growing vegetables and flowers. Andrew has a fascination with tomatoes and roses so I leave them to him, I must say he does well with both. We had so many tomatoes this year we ended up filling a lot of jam jars with chutney.
It all started when Andrew's friend Ray came to stay with us. He'd not seen Ray for a few years but he rang up out of the blue saying he had landed a job in our town and was planning to move here. He needed help choosing a suitable property in the right area. Andrew knew what it was like as we had to move 100 miles away from our home town 15 years ago because of Andrew's job and could have done with a bit of local knowledge at that time. Straight away Andrew suggested he stay at ours until he got settled, (I knew Ray from the past as a good laugh so I nodded happily when Andrew had asked me if I thought it was okay).
Ray and Andrew were good friends at school although they are not all that alike. Ray is more the loud, outspoken, gregarious type. His dad was a coal miner working down the pit and Ray is proud of his working class roots. When he arrived he told us he had split up from his second wife Megan but shrugged it off with a grin saying that there were plenty more fish in the sea. As he said this I felt him eyeing me up in a rather over familiar way which, for the first time made me feel a little uneasy. My mind flashed back 25 years to when I'd let Ray kiss me on our way home from the church youth club. He'd had another steady girlfriend at the time so I'd made it clear that he would have to stop seeing her if he wanted dates with me. Ray had laughed telling me I was old fashioned. This was a few years before I began seeing Andrew. I blushed at the thought and at Ray's appraising stare hoping that Andrew had not noticed.
My sex life with Andrew had been very exciting at first. We had a baby daughter within a year of our marriage. Amy is now away at university. We have no other children and we both miss her a lot. Until recently the frequency of our lovemaking had tailed off. I was to blame for this state of affairs as I didn't find it as satisfying as before. Where I found it easy to become aroused and wet when we were first married I was not always able to get into the right mood.
It seems that after several refusals Andrew had become discouraged and he rarely asked any more. He has always been the one to initiate sex and I was too shy to approach him on those occasions when I felt horny. We never talked about sex and both of us had got into a rut where it was easier to masturbate in privacy for relief than get naked together to relieve each other. Admittedly it is by no means the best recipe for marital bliss but it would not surprise me to find many other couples who have got into that kind of bind.
Things were about to change. Ray found the house he wanted but the sale on his previous property fell through so the owners put it back on the market and sold it to someone else. Ray did not cause too much disruption as he travelled back up north after work on Fridays, going straight to work from his house up there on Monday morning, so that we only saw him on four nights per week. Ray said he would find a rented flat in view of the delay over him getting a house but I argued with Andrew that we should let him stay on and Andrew was happy to agree. At that stage I had not properly realised that I was becoming attracted to Ray. Thinking back it was probably there in the back of my mind but I was pretending to myself that the feelings didn't exist. Ray was always complimentary about my culinary skills and insisted on taking us out for dinner most weeks at his expense to express his gratitude for putting him up. It was nice to dress up in my better outfits on a weeknight. Unlike Andrew, Ray would usually make a positive comment about my dress. It came naturally to him to say the right thing. He was good company especially when he had been drinking and Andrew, not being much of a drinker was happy to drive. I would usually have two or three ciders on these occasions and feel quite squiffy by the end of the evening.
We have a full length mirror in our bathroom and one evening as we were all getting ready to go out I was on my way down the hall when I caught a quick glimpse of Ray in the mirror as he stepped out of the shower. I turned away in embarrassment but not before I had seen his lean, muscular frame, nicely tanned apart from around his penis and balls which were surrounded by a mass of blond hair. I felt myself blushing crimson, coupled with intense sexual desire. It woke me up to the feelings that I had been in denial about for some weeks. There was no way that I would allow myself to act on these feelings but knew deep down that I would have to masturbate fairly soon thinking about him to give myself some relief.
I've no idea whether Ray knew he'd flashed his cock at me or just had an instinct about how I felt about him but he was quite flirtatious during the meal at the restaurant that evening and insisted I had an extra glass of cider. Alcohol gets me horny but I fought with my sexual desires doing everything in my power that night to avoid playing along with Ray's flirty behaviour and I think he got the message. In bed that night I turned to Andrew and held him close hoping that he would get the message. He pulled off my nightie and climbed on top of me. We had the best fuck we had had for ages. So I didn't have to masturbate that night after all. It wasn't by any means the first time I had shagged Andrew whilst pretending he was someone else but I felt a strong sense of shame on this occasion. At least I was being faithful in my own way.
Ray refused to be put off by my lack of a response to his flirty behaviour. I wondered if somehow he was able to read my mind. I couldn't get this thought out of my head although deep down I knew it couldn't be true. But what if I was giving off signals without my own knowledge; I knew that professional card players prided themselves on seeing beyond the poker face of other players and spotting when they had picked up a good hand. Maybe Ray was "reading" me in that way. In front of Andrew his behaviour went no further than light teasing which Andrew found quite funny and didn't see anything wrong with. If Andrew was out of earshot he was different, piling on the compliments, suggesting I go for a walk or have a coffee with him without Andrew being there. He told me he had developed feelings for me and he couldn't understand why I put up with an old stick-in-the-mud like Andrew.
I don't deny that I enjoyed the attention but made it clear to him that I had a strong moral code and was not the type to break my marriage vows. I said I loved Andrew and could not possibly do what he asked. I told him to look elsewhere for a relationship. He said he would try when I threatened that I would have to speak to Andrew about his attempts to "court" me. He calmed down for a short time but gradually he began again with the compliments behind Andrew's back. Sex with Andrew had increased in frequency since the "night of bliss" described earlier. But living in close proximity to Ray was having quite an effect on my libido so I was having to resort to frequent masturbation as well. I bought a vibrator, hiding it under a loose floorboard under the stairs, too embarrassed to let Andrew know about it. It was something I had not used since before I was married. I tried to examine my feelings. I decided I was not in love with Ray but most definitely "in lust".
I was certainly ashamed of myself and was strongly opposed to any interaction with Ray that might conflict with my notions of staying faithful to Andrew. I rationalised that thinking about Ray was within the bounds of acceptable behaviour. Then Ray made his move. It was a hot, sunny day in May and I was sitting outside in the garden enjoying the sun's rays having finished work early on a Friday afternoon.
"That's a sight for sore eyes!" said Ray as he wandered out into the garden through the back door of our house. This was totally unexpected as he usually drove back north straight from work on a Friday evening. In an attempt to get my legs brown I had pulled my loose skirt up to my waist. He could not have failed to see my white panties although I hastily readjusted my skirt as soon as I heard his voice. "What are you doing here?" I said, blushing.
"I overheard you on the phone asking for an early finish today and thought I'd surprise you. Your legs are even more gorgeous than I imagined." He flopped down next to me on the garden seat. "I know you've developed quite a crush on me over the last few weeks so isn't it time we did something about it?" He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and pulled my face towards his kissing me full on the mouth. This was so out of the blue that I did not react immediately. My head was swimming and I wanted to return the kiss but after a few seconds I tried to push him away, simultaneously turning my head away and attempting to get to my feet. After I had broken away briefly he forced me back down on to the seat, moving his hands to grip my head and kissed me again.
I had shouted "No" but he was very determined and very strong. I was enjoying the feel of his lips on mine even as I was trying to move my body away from him. He now had one hand behind my head and the other around my body holding me down. I felt his tongue trying to force its way between my lips but kept my mouth clamped shut. I knew that if I stopped fighting him for even a moment I would be lost. Suddenly he released his grip on my head and moved his hand in one swift movement up inside my skirt to my very wet vagina before I had time to close my legs.
"Ah!" he said triumphantly, waving his hand in my face. "See how slippery you are. Why are you fighting me, when it's obvious that you're all wet and ready for my cock?"
All I could say was; "No please don't," although his lewd talk was getting me even more aroused. Ignoring my tears he continued, loosening the buttons on my blouse, pulling my bra down below my breasts and pinching my nipples as his other arm encircled my shoulders.
"I promise I won't tell Andrew if you stop right now." I half shouted this but it did not deter him. I was still struggling under his firm grip but his fingers on my breasts were driving me wild and I wanted him to keep stroking me. His mouth was back on mine and, finally giving in, I kissed him back opening my mouth to receive his tongue and making short urgent mewling sounds.
Our back garden is not overlooked. Ray took his time, fingering my cunt expertly until I was completely at his mercy; then reaching up inside my skirt to pull my panties down. Of course I moved my bottom off the seat for him. He picked me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all and carefully lay me on the freshly cut lawn. He penetrated me from above, my skirt high up around my waist, legs apart and it felt wonderful, I was enjoying the moment without any thought for the future.
My first orgasm came within seconds of his penetration. I couldn't help making some noises but tried hard to muffle them against his shirt front, afraid of being heard. Ray slowed down and stopped fucking, leaving his erect phallus deep in my cunt.
"Shall I stop now, my darling?"
I wanted more. "No, please don't stop."
