Never again. She had given it so much thought and regardless of how much she enjoyed it, there's just no way she could be with him again.
It was so wrong, on so many levels and any repeats, however exciting, were a hard no.
David was her brother in law. He'd married her sister about 13 yrs ago. He was charismatic, and flirty, able to chat up strangers and put people at ease. He was average looking. His strong hands and legs could be credited to years in a construction career. She had contact with him on and off over the years, he was always nice, always a little flirty, a bit crude, but that was his thing. After her divorce, she had started fixing her house, getting it ready to sell. David had volunteered his services and was helping her a great deal. But what started innocently enough, or so she thought, had taken a turn. They were spending way too much time together, alone without anyone else present. David took his flirting up a notch. And while part of her enjoyed the attention, she knew she was playing with fire. She felt like he lacked any self control and it was clearly up to her to shut things down before they got out of control but then it happened.
She had the conversation with him, explaining her decision. She thought it was best to stop going to their house, to limit the chances of something else happening. He got upset. David said the worst thing she could do right now was to just stop coming over. It would draw attention to the whole thing. It would be a "sure give away" that "something was up" was the way he phrased it. He said her efforts to hide what had happened would do just the opposite and would cause hell for both of them. David knew she had a somewhat tumultuous relationship with her sister and right now things were going ok. She didn't want to buy into it but it did make some sense.
At home, late at night with the kids in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about what they had done and how it felt so exhilarating. She'd endured years of an almost sexless marriage. Her husband was passive, not really interested in sex, which frustrated her. She'd never cheated though, not once, no matter how desperate she felt. She made do with her situation, busying herself with the kids and her job.
But now, images of that night flashed through her mind. The hot steamy excitement of it all, his hands and his mouth on her body. His cock filling her mouth, his thumb in her ass, his hot sticky cum dripping out of her pussy and down her thighs... she still couldn't believe it happened and she wasn't going to let that happen again, but was she going to go on with the rest of her life without ever experiencing those feelings?
A week later, she was feeling a little better. Each day put her further away from what had happened, from what she'd done. Her sister called later saying the kids were eager to play together and she should come over for the afternoon. David was at work, so it would be just the two sisters with their kids.
She packed up the kids and they headed over. It was a fun afternoon. She and her sister chased the kids around the backyard until they were tired and sweaty and then relaxed in the shade gossiping over some homemade margaritas. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder, repeatedly, to see if maybe he was there. She found it hard to admit, but secretly she hoped he'd walk into the backyard at any moment. She needed to stay away from him, but something inside her wanted to see him again.
Her sister said she'd order pizza and wings & they should stay for dinner.
"We really can't. I'm all sweaty, if I don't shower off, I'll go crazy. Maybe next time."
"Just shower here. I'll grab some extra clothes for you."
"We really need to get home."
"What!?! No! I already told the kids you were staying. Come on... it'll be fun."
She was torn, she knew she should leave; she needed to go before David got home from work, but in her head she heard his voice, "if you stop coming over, she'll know something's up."
She checked on the kids. They were parked in front of the TV watching a movie.
She took the clean set of clothes and headed to the bathroom. She intentionally did not lock the door in case her kids needed to come in. While showering the thought entered her mind, what if he came in? The thought excited her. He would see her naked, exposed in the light. She was struggling with the thought of it as she soaped herself and started rubbing her pussy. She told herself to stop and finished her shower.
She was wrapped in a towel, the bathroom was warm and steamy from the shower, it felt perfect. She wiped a spot on the mirror so she could see, and then suddenly the door opened. Shocked, she pulled the towel tighter. David slipped into the bathroom quickly. He shut the door quietly and locked it.
He held a finger up to his mouth, motioning for her to be quiet.
"What are you DOING!?" she whisper/shouted at him.
"We have to make it quick this time."
"I locked that door!"
