“Where exactly are we going Sally?”   I said as I looked across at my wife.
It appeared that my question did not require an answer at least I didn’t get one. I let it pass.

 Her hands were gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly I thought and her face seemed tense, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that things were not quite right, but what?

We’d been married for almost four years and in that time we had not had one serious argument. I felt completely happy with my wife and I was sure, until tonight that she felt the same way. Like most married couples we’d had an occasional tiff, nothing serious, or at least nothing I was aware of.

We had been travelling for almost an hour when she came off the highway and drove down a country road.  Still she hadn’t talked very much at all.

“This is intriguing,” I laughed, shuffling in my seat, though I didn’t find it at all humorous, in fact I was beginning to feel the stirrings of annoyance.
I settled further down in my seat and stared at her sitting there. Even in her crouched position at the steering wheel it could not diminish nor belie the tall, elegant beauty of my 25year old wife. I loved her, I loved everything about her; her hair was ebony black and it shone like the wing of a raven.   Her physical appearance, the ivory skin, the full lips, the pert little nose, the big brown eyes, just complimented her normally bubbling personality. I worshipped her.

She was oblivious to the fact that her light-blue cotton summer dress had ridden halfway up her thighs. I could see the crotch of her matching blue panties. She appeared to be preoccupied with other thoughts and I was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know what those thoughts were?

I couldn’t look at her without picturing her naked.  Her long slim legs, the light skin contrasting with the jet black tuft of pubic hair just above the swell of her shaved pussy lips that curved down between her thighs. “Designer stubble” she used to say.  Her 32b breasts perkily standing there with their pronounced areolas sticking out, almost pubescent, crowned by thick nipples that stood out an inch when aroused.

I fleetingly considered what I had that appealed to her, that could make someone as lovely as her want to spend their life with me. Physically I suppose I’m not too bad.  27 years old, just over 6ft, fair-haired, blue-eyed and if modesty permits, handsome. I’m out-going caring and considerate. Oh! And I think worth considering, I can get a hard on at the drop of a hat.

“Okay Sally! Enough”! I startled her with my outburst. She turned to me and a little tight-lipped smile crossed her lovely face.

“Enough”! She echoed. Then she actually laughed.  That lovely bubbling, tinkling laugh that I love so much, but it had lost some of it’s appeal tonight.  Something was wrong, and I had the feeling that I wouldn’t be a happy man when I found out what it was?

Of course there was always that ‘something’ at the back of my mind but I dismissed it, it couldn’t be that?

“Enough what? I haven’t done or said anything wrong, --- have I?” she said in wide-eyed innocence.

“I just get the feeling that something is upsetting you? That ‘I’ have upset you, and whatever it is I just want to know honey,” I squeezed her thigh
“ I hate to see you upset, I wouldn’t harm you for the world.”
I thought for a second she was going to cry; then she seemed to shrug it off.

“I know that whatever you did you wouldn’t do it intentionally to hurt me Peter, but I also know we are not as close as we were, I feel that we need to clear the air? You can’t blame me with all this going around in my head that I’ve found myself a little full up lately?”
That spontaneous bubbling laughter again, that seemed a contradiction with what she’d just said as if something humorous had just occurred to her.

“With all what?” I spat out in frustration.

“The reason I suggested this night out, away from our normal haunts is to give us a chance to sort things out?” she looked me directly in the eye. “And whether we leave together or apart?”

It was as if she had slapped me; “Wha--?  What do you mean?” “If we leave together or apart?” I said incredulously. “Surely things aren’t as serious as that?”

“I think deep down you know that they are Peter?” That intense look again. She suddenly perked up and with the strained smile said, “Enough for now, tonight we open Pandora’s box then get on with our lives.” “Together or apart?”

“You seem almost matter-of-fact about this! I can’t believe you are even contemplating such a thing!” I said “and what do mean, ‘open Pandora’s box’?”

“I’ve had quite a while to think about this and tonight there will be some revelations and some questions? And our future will depend on how we react to them?”

“I don’t know what on earth you are talking about??” I stuttered.

There was a raging silence between us as she turned our MPV into the car park of a rather grand-looking restaurant. Perhaps twenty or so vehicles were clustered near the front entrance so instead of parking there she drove around the side of the building past an impressive looking motorhome and continued on around to the other side.  She stopped, pulled on the hand brake and switched off the engine.  I’m bursting for a pee Pete! Lock up, I’ll see you inside?” Throwing the keys to me she reached into the back, picked up her purse and wrap and quickly got out, walking hurriedly out of sight around the side of the building.

I sat for a minute or two trying to digest what had (and hadn’t) been said, then I got out of the car, remote locked it and followed in the direction my wife had took, with the profound knowledge and realisation that tonight was going to be like no other night of my life and I didn’t like the feeling.

There were a few people milling about around the entrance as I made my way through into the main restaurant area. Settling myself on a stool at the bar, I ordered a beer and waited for Sally to appear.
I sat there trying to make sense of the whole situation but all the while with the sound resolve in my mind that whatever happened tonight there was no way I would allow her to walk away from me. Had things really got this bad between us; I couldn’t believe it?

About fifteen or so minutes later I saw her at the door near the entrance, she raised her hand in recognition and walked over. Her eyes had a glazed look and her face was flushed as though she had been crying and I somehow felt responsible.

I held out my hand and took her arm“ Are you okay sweetheart?” I said, concerned. “You look as though you’ve been crying? It rips me apart to see you hurting!”

“Do I really!” she smiled sheepishly again. “No, I haven’t been crying! It’s rather hot don’t you think? Could you order me a beer too, then we’ll find our table?”

“Hello Sally!” I turned to see the bartender looking at my wife. “How are you tonight?” he said beaming at her.

“I’m fine thanks! This is my husband Peter,” she gestured towards me.  He seemed to look surprised, smiling at me as we acknowledged each other. What was going on here? I felt more and more uncomfortable with the way this night was evolving.

I ordered a couple of beers then we were ushered to a table at the far end of the restaurant.  Each table was in a flamboyantly decorated enclosure allowing the illusion of privacy.  I removed her wrap then she tucked herself in behind the table, on a padded bench-like seat and placed her purse beside her, all the while looking at me rather nervously I thought.  I seated myself directly in front of her and put her wrap on the chair beside me.

The waiter made his way over, pad and pencil at the ready. Neither of us felt like eating just then. There were more pressing things than food on the menu, so I ordered a carafe of red wine and a double whiskey. I felt I needed it.

“It’s obvious you’ve been here before?” I quizzed. “Don’t you think you owe me some sort of explanation?”

“Yes, I do!” she said, reaching for her purse. She looked very uncomfortable as she snapped it open and took out an envelope. Her gaze never left my eyes as she extracted a photo from it and held it up facing me.

My God! It was Tina, it couldn’t be! How could she know! How much does she know! Where did she get the picture?????? I could feel the colour draining from my face. I thought it was an episode of my life that was gone, forgotten, to be left to fade into nothing more than a memory.
 Now I knew why she had been acting so strangely. What I thought was buried, the one thing in my life that could hurt us had come back to haunt me!!

“How?—Where?” I stammered!

“What’s wrong Peter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

“I!----I!” my mind was racing for a way out.  There wasn’t one.

“What! You can explain?” She said calmly. “I don’t think so; so allow me to explain for you?” In a clipped monotone she continued. “Tina Anders, 27, 5ft 4, blonde, or is she? You could probably answer that one better than me?  She is your opposite number from the Edinburgh office and on her last four day visit here, you-fucked-her-seven-times!”

The ‘fuck’ word coming from Sally hit me like a sledge hammer I had never heard her use language like that and how could she know how many times, I didn’t even know how many times?

“Oh! Jesus! Please Sally? Lets talk about this”

“And what else CAN you say? That you DIDN’T fuck her? That you WEREN’T buried inside her up to your balls? That you DIDN’T shoot your come up into her AT LEAST SEVEN TIMES? That you WEREN’T kissing, sucking, licking, cuddling and” she paused, tears filling her eyes “making love?” She almost whispered.

“Dear God Sally! I’m sorry! So very, very sorry!”

“Shut up! Just shut up Peter! And let me tell you one or two things?
You must be wondering how I acquired the knowledge of your ‘indiscretions’.  It was purely by accident just over a month ago, not long after her visit to you.  If you remember you asked me to find the nearest auto-parts centre for that part you wanted, so I decided to use your computer to find it?  While I was idly surfing I thought I’d check your email for you never dreaming that a couple of clicks of the mouse would have such a devastating affect on me?”

She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief as she continued; “Didn’t you wonder why she hadn’t contacted you?” She queried.

I had wondered why she had not been in touch but I put it down to her feeling the same way I did.  That it had been nothing more than a fling, sexual curiosity, an erotic mini-venture, and once we had got it out of our systems it would mean nothing.  Add to that the awful overwhelming feeling of guilt and regret that I felt and I assumed she did, I though we had both decided to leave it at that.  Apparently I was wrong!

“When I saw the email from the Edinburgh office I assumed it related to your work and saw no harm in opening it! Boy was I wrong!!!!”

“You’ve guessed it! It was from her. Her opening words were ‘Seven times in 4 days?’ it could have meant anything, I didn’t catch on until I innocently read further. At first it was matter-of-fact stuff about the business, then she said the main reason she was emailing was to tell you that she had got the job she had applied for and was leaving the firm, but then she carried on to describe in great detail what you and she had done and that she thought it better to send the email to your private computer rather than to the office where there were ‘too many nosey people?”

“I would not believe! Could not believe what I was reading but all the while knowing it was true. I was physically sick Peter! I thought I was going to faint. I just sat there, staring at the monitor, the taste of bile in my mouth. How long I sat there I don’t know. A million things ran through my mind. Killing her! Killing you! Divorce! How could you hurt me in this way? Destroy us? Could I hurt you the way you had hurt me, and gradually the little seed of vengeance began to germinate. I emailed her back in your name and eventually found out everything that had happened between you. She even emailed you a picture as a keepsake. The cow!” She waved the picture in front of me.

“(You) finished by wishing her well in her new position and that though you enjoyed your fling, you loved your wife so ‘bon chance’ you said and goodbye! That! I hoped had severed the contact between you, now I had to work out how to do to you what you had done to me?”

“What do you mean by that?” I said, already knowing the answer.

“Exactly what I said!” she looked at me defiantly. “You fucked her seven times in four days so I would do the same then see what was left of us, if anything, afterwards?”

“Don’t do this Sally! I beg you not to do it! I’ll do anything you say! Anything! I love you! I was an idiot! I couldn’t stand it if you went with someone!”

“A bit late for that I’m afraid?” She said sheepishly, her gaze darting from one of my eyes to the other. “Four days late actually! This is the fifth day?

“I don’t believe you! You wouldn’t do it! You couldn’t do it! You’re saying that to get back at me? That’s it isn’t it? You want to hurt me by saying you’ve been with someone else?”
 
“Oh! Peter! Peter! Peter!” she said shaking her head “what have I to do to convince you that I’ve done all those things you and Tina did and more?”
Again those eyes boring into me. “A lot more?”

“You are my life Sal, I know you! You are not the type? You couldn’t just do something like that? I can’t believe what you say!” I said, praying I was right. “You’re everything I could ever need or want!  I want nobody else! I made the biggest mistake of my life! I don’t have any feelings for her! It was nothing more than--- than,”

“Than fucking!” she said rather loudly causing one or two heads to turn.

Lowering her voice she went on. “You want proof eh! If you shut up and listen I’ll give you all the proof you need? And if you don’t shut up and let me finish what I have to say, we part here! Right now!!!” She said ominously, quietly.

“Okay” I said. “But when we leave, we leave together no matter what you say?”

“That!” she said. “hasn’t been decided yet? Now listen.”

“That day I found out about you, I was a mess, but once I’d decided what I was going to do I was determined not to let you know I knew, so, difficult as it was, I prettied myself up for you coming home and pretended everything was hunky-dory. I must have done a good job because you never seemed to notice. You even commented on how nice my hair looked. We even made love. I thought it would be difficult letting you put your cock into me after knowing what you had done and where it had been, but it wasn’t? Once we’d started I surprised myself, it was just you and me again and I enjoyed it, you even made me cum!”
“If it’s any consolation I found it very hard to come to terms with what I intended to do. It was really quite strange and unnatural knowing I was eventually going to ask someone to fuck me, not once but several times over a number of days and I have to say I found the idea arousing!
But the more I thought about what you had done the more determined I was to go through with it.  So every day since then, while you were at work I was out searching for a possible partner. Not just anyone Peter.  He had to fit a certain criteria. You had sex with her unprotected. I would do the same, but I needed to know he had no transmittable diseases? You never thought to find out about her! DID YOU?”

I opened my mouth to reply but she held up her hand. “Listen!” she said.

“You spurted your spunk up into her regardless of the consequences! I know she wasn’t on the pill! Didn’t it occur to you, you might have made her pregnant!” “ So!” she said, “He would do the same to me?” she leaned back against the seat just looking at me, as though she was waiting for me to react, but after her outburst I decided it would be wiser if I to let her have her say before I said anything.

“You know how men would come onto me at times, when I wasn’t remotely interested.  After all, I was quite happy with you. But oddly, when I wanted some male ‘input’ (pun intended) it was thin on the ground, and those who did try it on didn’t appeal to me. I was beginning to feel that my plan was going to fail, that is until a few days ago, when I found this place. I just wandered in here one day to grab a bite when I had more or less given up on finding a man that could fill my requirements and someone I might feel sexually attracted to. I sat at this same table and ordered a sandwich, I looked up and he was there! Sitting at the bar, smiling.  He’s not as tall as you but very handsome with a muscular build and a devilish smile. He lifted his glass in acknowledgment of me. I smiled back at him Peter, and all the while I was looking at him I was thinking, yes. With him I think I could? I had never had sex with anyone other than you and I would have been happy if it had stayed that way. Make no mistake, you are the one who has opened my legs?”
“ I had wanted somewhere away from our home where I was less likely to be known and this place fitted the bill perfectly, and of my handsome stranger? What do I do now? How do I approach him? Without him thinking me a prostitute? Or worse still, a basket case? What would he think of my proposal? Was he married, was he ‘clean’, was he ‘up’ to it? A lot of questions had to be answered? While I sat there my sandwiches arrived, I took a bite then stretched across the table to add some salt letting my legs part slightly. It was another warm day so I had on that short primrose summer dress you like with a white bra, panties and yellow sandals. I was fully aware that he was looking and that the insides of my thighs and crotch were in a direct line with his vision.”

“You wouldn’t do that Sally! Don’t you think I know you? It’s entirely out of character!”  I said with some conviction.

“I totally agree with you?” she said. “I would not do anything like that, under normal circumstances? But these circumstances were not normal. I felt you were responsible for anything and everything I might do and in a strange way it exonerated me? I felt free to do anything that I felt I needed to do!”

I hated to admit it but I could understand her logic, yet I still could not allow myself to believe that she had actually gone through with her threat.

“I wasn’t surprised when he sauntered over and introduced himself, apologising if he was intruding and just generally making pleasant small-talk. He was amazingly easy to talk to, I felt very comfortable in his company, and the more we talked the more convinced I was that he was the one.
When this idea of doing to you what you did to me first occurred to me I thought once I had met someone that it would probably take one or two meetings before I could ‘bare my soul’ as it were, and tell him, but with this man I felt so at ease that I had related the last few weeks of my life and my intentions in no time at all. Believe me Peter I had his full attention!” she looked intensely into my eyes again.

“I am going to be very explicit now Peter and explain in every detail what he said, how it affected me, what we did on that first day and what I thought while it was happening! You will have proof of the rest of our get-togethers, but I don’t know if I will ever tell you what happened?
He told me certain things about himself, answered a lot of the questions I needed answers to. I found out that his job allowed him to be available over the next few days and it was then that it really hit me that I knew for a fact I was actually going to go through with it, with him. And it was only then that I realised how wet I had got?  I can see his smile now as he realised I had made my choice. I don’t think he could believe his luck.”

“How are you going to approach this?” he said

“For the next four days I will meet you here and I will do anything you want me to. I do need to be home in time for my husband though, every night, and at the end of four days we go our separate ways?” I said.

We were sitting exactly as we are now. “Anything?” he said. He wasn’t looking at my face his eyes were locked onto my breasts. I felt my stomach lurch as the full realisation of what I was doing hit me again.

“Anything!” I said.

“Okay!  Tell me what we are going to do?”

“You know? I’ve already told you?”

“Tell me?” he said.

“Well! We are er, going to have intercourse over the next four days??”

“No! Call it what it is Sally? FUCKING! Now tell me, what are we going to be doing?”

I wasn’t used to this kind of language Peter, you know that, but the whole atmosphere was so sexually charged I just blurted it out!

“Fucking!” I said.

“There’s nothing like the old Anglo-Saxon expletives when it comes to sex. Over the next few days lets call it what it is. I get a buzz out of it and you do too, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I answered simply.

“So that’s why you’ve been using that language! Because HE asked you to?” To say I was angry would be an under-statement, I was furious; I felt if I could get my hands on him I would kill him. At the same time I knew if I didn’t control what I felt we were done.  No more Sally.  It wasn’t a price I was prepared to pay. I had to sit this day out no matter what.

“Yes! That’s right!” she said. “Now, are you going to allow me to continue, or do we end it here?” I didn’t answer so she went on.

“He sat for a long time just staring at my body.  My face, my neck, and my breasts then he said.” “You are a very beautiful lady,”

“Thank you!” I said.
 
Then matter-of-factly he said. “Take your panties off?”

“I was unprepared for that, I was flustered, I didn’t quite know what to say?”

“Your face has taken on a beautiful flushed hue.” He smiled. “If you don’t want to do it, it’s okay, but you did say anything?” he looked at me unsmiling and said. “Now take off your panties and give them to me?”

“I did it Peter! I lifted up slightly off the seat and slid my cotton dress up over my buttocks trying not to draw attention, then using my left hand then my right I eased my panties down my thighs, over my knees and off. I was aware that they were very wet. I sat back with my bare buttocks touching the seat.  I didn’t want to stain my dress. He held out his hand above the table totally unconcerned that someone might see. No one seemed to be taking any notice so, still blushing, I handed him my panties.
I began to wonder what I had let myself in for. Already he had done something we would never have dreamt of doing even after four years of marriage?”

“He opened the panties at the crotch area staring at me all the while then he ran his middle finger across the gusset. He raised his finger and a viscous thread of sticky liquid clung from the end. I could see the tip was glistening, coated in the fluid that had run from me. It was very erotic Peter. He lifted the finger to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it. Then he ran it slowly over the gusset again. He stretched across the table and held it in front of my mouth. His eyes never left mine.  I could smell myself on his hand.”

“Suck it?” he said. I just sat and stared at him in disbelief.

“Suck it now? Taste yourself?”

“I could hardly breathe, it was so intensely sexual. Before I had truly comprehended what I was doing I had opened my mouth.  He slowly put his finger in and I closed my mouth and sucked.  I swear it was only then that I realized I WAS CUMMING? I was gripping the table with both hands, my legs were clamped shut and I was shuddering through an unbelievable orgasm.”

“You’re cumming aren’t you?” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Yes!” I managed to gasp after I had peeked and the spasms between my legs began to subside.

“Open your legs wide and bend your body forward so your clit is touching the seat, put your elbows on the table and lean across as though you were talking to me?” he said. “Now, FUCK THE SEAT!”

“I can’t do that!!” I said.

“Do it! FUCK THE SEAT?”

“I can’t!”  I repeated.

He suddenly smiled “Then why are you leaning across the table?”

“Don’t do this to me please!” I said.

His face was solemn again. “I’m not doing anything? You are? You’re fucking the seat aren’t you?”

And I was Peter! I had opened my legs wide, pushed my hips forward and pressed my pelvis down as far as I could, my clit just touched the leather fabric and I was doing what he said? I was slowly fucking the seat?  This man had me doing crazy things, things that Sally Harper, your wife, would never do?”

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” he said.

“Oh! God! Yes!!! I said. I was literally sitting in a pool of my own cum Peter, and he hadn’t even touched me?”

“Lovely!” he said. Then he handed me a couple of napkins and said. “Here! I’m sure you’ll need both of these?”

“I sat there trying to compose myself, amazed that nobody seemed to have noticed what was going on. I was sure that the air around our table was musky with the smell of my sex. Strangely, I didn’t feel embarrassment when I put the napkins between my legs and dabbed at the mess I had made. I looked down at my labia; it was so swollen it almost looked like a pair of balls. We were both still looking at each other and to be honest Peter, I was still high and could easily have cum again ”
 

 
This whole day was mad, crazy, surreal. I was sitting here in a strange restaurant listening to my wife telling me the weird things that had happened to her, completely out of character, using language she had never used before telling me what she had done with a complete stranger. I defy any man, no matter how furious, jealous and upset he might be NOT to get a hard on if his wife was telling him such a tale. I let her continue.

“The first time I met him here, was at lunchtime on Tuesday, today is Saturday. By four o clock yesterday he had fucked me thirteen times! Thirteen times in four days! Makes your seven times look a bit pathetic doesn’t it?” she said unsmiling. She was really rubbing it in.

I was torn between anger, jealousy, frustration and a profound hatred of a man I had never met or even seen. Yet I still had a hard on?

“But you said this was the ‘fifth’ day??” I said.

“That Peter is where the problem lies?” she said. “He is so very different from you sexually, he has a quirky way of looking at things, which you probably already realize and the things he did with me were very sexually stimulating, very erotic?  When I had dried myself with the napkins he just stood up, offered his hand and said. “Put the napkins on the table and come with me?”

I collected my things, very aware that I had no panties on, took his hand and let him lead me out of the restaurant. I thought he was going to take me to his vehicle but he didn’t, he just walked me about ten yards around the side of the building then stopped and turned me around to face the main car-park. Moving behind me he put his left arm across my front and began squeezing my right breast and pinching the nipple.

“Wha! --- What are you doing? You can’t do this here! Someone will see us?” I said, but he just kept on squeezing and rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. It was abundantly clear to me in that instant Peter, that I had selected a man with a voracious and unorthodox sexual appetite and I began to feel a little anxious as to where my little attempt at ‘payback’ was going to lead me.

Disregarding my protests he said. “Loosen those three top buttons on your dress, I’m going to take your tit out?”

“Not here! Please, let’s go somewhere?” I said, but all the while his hand and fingers were kneading and squeezing my breast. Totally ignoring my objections he began to open the buttons himself, and though I knew what he was doing I didn’t have the will to stop him. In seconds he had my dress open, my bra cup pulled down and my right breast exposed to the world, in plain sight of anyone who might be sitting in a vehicle on the park.  He pulled and squeezed at my nipple until it was as hard as a bullet. He had me going again and he knew it?
 
“Lie back on me?” he said. I was too far-gone to protest, so I did. He sort of half crouched so I was supported by his left shoulder while his left arm was still stretched across my front and his hand still played with my tit, I didn’t know he’d lifted my dress at the back until I felt his right hand touch my slit, in a second he had found my clit and was making little circular movements around it.

“You’ve got a very prominent clit, it’s like a little cock?” he said, then he put a finger either side of it and sort of wanked it slowly.
“Open your legs and squat slightly!” I did.
“Have you ever been thumb-fucked?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about?” I panted.

“Well, I’m going to thumb-fuck you here, right now! Lie back and keep your legs open?”

“Can you imagine; Me; Standing in the middle of a car-park with a breast hanging out, a stranger behind me playing with my tit and finger-fucking me! Impossible you would say. But I was!”

“He slid his big thumb right up inside me from behind, the rest of his hand sort of cupping and rubbing the front of my cunt and my clit then he began, slowly at first then faster and faster. I am sure anyone nearby could hear the wet slapping sounds his hand was making as it pummelled my cunt. Then it happened.  He actually made me cum?”

“You said he’d made you cum a couple of times already?” I said.

“No Peter! I mean he actually made me CUM! Squirt! I actually squirted out onto the car park. It was unbelievable, intense, it hit me like a train, I thought I was going to die, it just gushed.  I have never done anything like that before. I was shaking, trembling like a leave but he just kept on going. All the while I could here this voice saying. Oh! Oh! Oh! Over and over, then I realized it was me?  His hand was a blur, squelching noises were coming from my cunt, another gush, then another splashing onto the ground and running down the insides of my thighs, I think I passed out, next thing I remember was him half holding me up, standing outside his vehicle.

The conflicting emotions tearing through me were almost unbearable. I was seething with anger and jealousy yet I still had this bloody hard on?

“You are extremely descriptive!” I said. “I’m sure you could have told me what occurred without going into minute detail. You are really fucking enjoying telling me this aren’t you.  This doesn’t exactly do a lot for my ego, IF I believed you?  You are saying you had unimaginable sex with a disgusting stranger and that by the sounds of it, it far exceeded anything you had ever done with your own husband. That’s just wonderful!  Do you know how hurtful that is, how inferior it makes me feel?”

“Don’t talk to me about hurt Peter!  I’ve walked that path and it was hell! This is a different path we are walking now so lets see were it takes us?”

Then she said. “I think I’ve given you a fairly comprehensive insight into how I met this man and how our relationship began.” Raising her eyebrows she said. “Shall I continue?” Reluctantly I nodded.

“He helped me into his vehicle and sat me down, then standing over me he said. “Take my cock out?” I unzipped his pants without hesitation.  It felt very hot and clammy as I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out. I’ve seen a few Peter, but that was the only cock other than yours that I’ve ever felt. If you are interested, it was about the same length as yours, about eight inches, but the similarity ends there. It was very thick at the base.  I couldn’t get my hand around it. Then it tapered towards the top. His knob was easily twice the size of yours, it looked like a mushroom with a heavy flanged rim, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The slit in the end was oozing pre-cum.

“Suck it!” he said. I looked at it leaking from the end.  I bent forward and opened my lips and fed in as much as I could. He put both hands behind my head and began to fuck my mouth. I could taste the salty pre-cum running from him. He gradually increased his pace; it didn’t take long before he gripped my head tighter, he sort of grunted and stopped his fucking motion, he just stood there. I felt his cock swell up and begin to pulse and throb in my mouth then each jerk sent a spurt of cum to the back of my throat. I just kept sucking and swallowing until it stopped spurting and his cock began to soften.

“ I want you to take all your clothes off”. He said. “I’m going to return the favour?” I had no will to resist anything he requested, I removed what was left of my clothing. “Stand there and open your legs wide enough for me to get my head between them. Push your cunt forward and hold it open for me. Now! Fuck my face! Fuck my tongue!” I did it, I just stood there and fucked that mans face till I felt it welling up in me again, this overwhelming cataclysmic orgasm that came gushing from me. My whole body was shuddering I watched as I sprayed his face and neck, watched as he prodded, licked and drank from me. By now his cock was rock hard again. “Lie over the seat and push your arse out?”
 How many times I came that day I don’t know. When he began pushing that cock into me for the first time, I felt like a virgin, that knob of his was stretching places that yours had never been. I felt so full as he slowly sank the entire length of himself into me. His big hands gripped either side of my bare hips as he withdrew all but the tip then slammed hard back into me again.  Relentlessly he kept on, slowly out then slamming back in again and again.  By now I was falling from one orgasm and rising into another.

“I’ve been fucked by him fourteen times and I need to get him out of my system! Or not! Depending on how this night ends? It was something I didn’t count on when I started this?  That the sex would be so mind-blowing!”

“Fourteen times??” I said. “You need to have a good memory if you intend lying? You said ‘thirteen times’” I almost smirked.

“It was thirteen times up until yesterday, but he’s fucked me again today?”

“Sally! I’ve been with you all day today! Now I know you are lying!”

“Have you?” she smiled. “Have you been with me ‘all’ day?”

“Yes! I have!”

While she was talking to me I became aware that she was looking over my shoulder then she raised her hand in a wave, I turned to see who she was looking at but there were so many crowding the bar now that I couldn’t tell who it was.

“He’s here then?” I said, half hoping I wouldn’t get an assent. Her eyes for the first time since this unbearable day began seemed to soften; I could almost see pity in them.

“You have created this appalling mess with our lives Peter so no matter what the outcome and no matter how difficult it is, you have to let this day run its course. I am going to leave you now. I am going with him. You know what we will be doing. For how long I don’t know. You can wait here or in the car or drive off out of our lives. This night should show, without any doubt, where our futures lie. I could return and find you gone or you could wait for me in vain. Neither of us might be here or both might. There are so many connotations?  If it’s any comfort to you, I still love you but I’ve been hurt very badly and I needed desperately to balance the score?” she said. “One other thing Peter, I know you probably want to kill him, so, difficult as it may be, I want you to sit here for ten minutes or so then after that do what your heart or your head tells you?”

I was void of feeling, drained of any emotion. We just sat looking at each other. What a day, what a bloody awful day.

She picked up her purse, opened it and took out what looked like her blue panties, and an envelope. Almost apologetically she said. “This was his idea, you know by now what sort of a bizarre mind he has and if you remember I said I would give you proof?” She bent and kissed me on the lips then walked away towards the bar. I didn’t even turn around. I didn’t want to know. Knowing would only increase the agony. I stared at the table, at the things Sally had placed in front of me. Her blue panties, I knew she had them on in the car, had she taken them off in the toilet and why? And what did she mean ‘proof’?

It was the smell that hit me first. Instantly recognizable, the unmistakable odour of cum, male sperm, I picked up her panties oblivious to anyone or anything in the crowded restaurant. Even before I opened them I could see and feel the white viscous ejaculate that had obviously seeped from her no doubt earlier in the evening when she had supposedly been to the ‘loo’. She ‘had’ been fucked fourteen times?  Could this night get any blacker, I picked up the envelope and opened it?

To be continued.

This is my first erotic novel and I would appreciate any constructive input.