Sandra’s comment about my “playing with every club” puzzled me. Why wouldn’t I do everything that I could to make the game we were playing as much fun as possible?. I considered that she might be thinking that I was trying to show her how good a lover I can be with the idea of making our relationship something more long term.

I concluded that she could be right. My marriage was in trouble before Sandra and I hooked up, but I didn’t think the problems were terminal. Being with Sandra showed me that something new was a possibility, and I think she sensed how I was feeling, and it scared her.

I followed Sandra into her bedroom.

We were still both wet from the shower and I had brought the towels with me. She stopped at the foot of her bed and turned to face me. I gathered a towel in my hands and started to stroke it down her body. I could smell the scent of the body wash we had used; it had a faint lemon and coconut aroma which was nice. Sandra was patting her face dry with a smaller towel she had also brought from the shower room.

‘I always moisturise after a shower. Would you like to rub it in for me?’

Do bears, etc.? I thought and took the bottle of lotion she handed to me.

‘Where would you like me to start?’

‘At the bottom and work your way up. No funny business, though,’ she said, ‘or we’ll never get to the good part of this game.’

‘Can I do your feet?’

‘Oooh yes, that would be lovely. They are quite sore after wearing those heels.’

‘Sit back on the bed then.’

I knelt and took hold of her right foot, squirted a little lotion onto it and started to rub it into her skin. I massaged her foot until the lotion had been absorbed, then I applied a little more. Sandra was lying back completely with her legs bent at her knees, drooping over the end of the bed. Her thighs were parted and I could just see her pussy slit with its smooth lips open slightly.

She gently moaned as I rubbed her foot. I did the same to her other foot and by the time I was finished, she looked to be asleep. I filled my hands with more lotion and started to massage her calves.

Her moaning continued and tiny beads of wetness appeared on her pussy lips. My mouth was watering.

I grabbed her thighs to make her stand up. She screwed up her face and moaned in protest at being asked to move. I put my arms around her thighs and manhandled her upright, then I started to massage the front of her thighs. Spinning her around, I did the same to the back.

I was presented with her stunning arse. I kissed it and then gave her left cheek a gentle bite. She giggled and turned slightly that I might do the same to the other, which I did. I squeezed a blob of lotion on each of her arse cheeks, then rubbed them in using both hands.

I was reminded of the sensai teaching the pupil in the film Karate Kid, the line about wax on and wax off. Sandra’s skin began to glow as blood flowed into the flesh under my hands. All this time, Sandra was quietly moaning and gasping and whispering directions to me to ‘Touch me there,’ meaning her pussy, I suppose, but I was determined to get her so worked up that she would do anything to get my cock inside her.

I stood up and started to give her glorious bust the same treatment as her ass. 

Her breasts were glowing pink with the increased blood flow due to my stimulation and her arousal. Her skin shone with the oily moisturiser and she squealed when I squeezed her tits together then leaned forward to take both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I had only just started softly licking and nibbling on them when she gave a soft sigh and collapsed onto the bed behind her. She slipped out of my grasp like an eel. I flopped onto the bed beside her.

She lay on her back with her eyes closed.

‘Jesus, Gordon, will you just fuck me, please. This is just torture. Please get on top and fill me.’

I looked at the ceiling, but my words were directed at her, ‘I want you to put your skirt, hold-ups and those heels back on. I want to play with the Slutty Housewife again.’

‘If I do that, will you fuck me?’

‘If you do that, I promise that I will screw you silly.’

‘Okay! it's a deal.'

Her voice was back sounding like the slut from downstairs. She leapt off the bed and gathered her underwear, etc. from the bedroom floor. She ran to the guest bedroom to prepare.

When she returned, she’d brushed her hair and touched up her lipstick but her makeup had suffered a little from our antics in the shower and her false lashes had gone.

But, when I looked at her, standing in the door to her bedroom, I saw a beautiful woman with stunning breasts in a micro mini skirt and stockings, and the look of desire on her face was only for me.

She crossed the short distance to the bed and sat down, her skirt creeping up to show her stocking tops, her tits swaying in front of her, bouncing gently as she walked. My cock quivered in sympathy with the movement; I was as anxious to get it inside her as she was.

‘Stand up and face away from me,’ I instructed. ‘I want to take you from behind so I can look at your beautiful bum.'

She did as I asked.

Much as I had in the shower, I made her bend and support herself on the bed with her arms outstretched. I slid the mini skirt up and over her arse until it was gathered at her waist. I breathed deeply, savouring the scent of a woman in heat. My passion was growing even greater and I reached between her legs to feel her wetness. I felt a drip of her juices on my hand before my fingers had even reached her cunt.

‘Don’t tease me, pleeeease. Put it in already.’

This woman was ready to be mounted. Her heels meant that she was at the perfect height and angle for my cock to slide right in and up to the hilt inside her, and that is exactly what I did.

With a slight bend and then rise of my knees, I hit her vulva and then her vagina without even holding myself. I slid into her wetness and up into the snug warmth of her pussy. Once I was in, I paused for a second or two to just savour the feeling. Sandra just gasped and whimpered, then she went wild. She started banging back against me and crying out.

‘Oh God, this is what I’ve wanted all morning. Give me your cock, I want your cock, give me it all. Fuck meee, oh fuck.’

I was hanging onto her hips as she moved on me like a rodeo bull. Her arse cheeks quivered with every motion back against me and her flesh moved in waves as her buttocks slapped against my belly. Getting over the initial shock of her sudden passion, I got into her rhythm and every movement of hers was matched with a hard thrust forward of my own. She was crying out and screeching and I fucked her through at least two orgasms.

After the second, I was holding her up as I banged against her myself. In and out I went, my cock filling her as far as I was able. I eased the cheeks of her arse apart in an attempt to get more depths to my thrusts.

Sandra felt the movement and said, ‘Do you want my arse, Gordon?  Take it if you want, it’s a virgin hole.’

That was it. Just the thought of what she was offering took me over the top. With an almighty groan, I thrust into her and came, ‘UUUghh…’

I pulled her back and shot every ounce of spunk I had in me into her sweet pussy, She shook and wiggled against me as I jerked; three, four times my seed fired off into her. I was still twitching when she fell forward onto the bed and lay full-length, my slimy cock sliding out of her. I was still hard but pink with blood and shiny with her juices. A small drop of cum clung to the eye and a ring of foam soaked the hair at its base. Sandra looked up at me, a beaming smile on her face.

‘Whoa, lover. That was the best yet. You fired it up in me. I could feel you hit me waaay up inside.’ She reached down to her slit and stroked some of my spunk out of her cunt. She brought her shiny fingers to her mouth.

‘Mmmm. Did I say I love the taste of fresh cum?’

She swung off the bed and headed for the toilet. ‘I just need to freshen up,’ she said over her shoulder.

I heard the toilet flush, and she returned with a warm damp washcloth and cleaned me down.

I was sitting with my back on the headboard of the bed and she sat between my legs with her back against my chest. I kissed the top of her head and was swimming in the smell of her hair and body. It was sweet and warm. I was almost drifting off to sleep. I felt safe and at home. I was kissing around her neck and nibbling and licking her ears when she asked me to stop for a moment.

‘That was the best yet, I enjoyed that and I think you did as well.’

‘Yes, I did. I felt very connected to you. Yesterday was about lust and just getting off, but today was different.’

‘I felt that too. We need to talk about that, don’t you think?’

‘We do?’

‘Yes. We do.’

‘Why?’

‘Because of where we are going with this. Being with you has been great, better than great. But you’re married to my best friend and I can’t break up your marriage, no matter how much trouble it’s in. I am not that person, and I will not be the other woman.’

‘We both knew that when we started fooling around yesterday,’ I said. Maybe a little louder than I needed to.

‘I know that, but I didn’t think I would develop feelings for you so quickly, and I know you are feeling the same.’

‘I have never been with a woman like you before and I can’t deny that I have developed feelings for you. You are a passionate, intoxicating mix of wife, mother and slut that excites me beyond reason and common sense.’

Sandra gazed at me like a teacher would an errant child.

‘You are a wonderful lover, and if you were single I would invite you into my life and never let you go. But, you are married and we have to stop this now. I’ll never forget how you have woken me up to how sexy and attractive I can be, and I know now I can move on with my life knowing that I owe you a debt of gratitude forever.’

When I heard Sandra say these words, I was overwhelmed by a need to hold her tightly, and I drew her against me hard.

‘I know this is difficult for you to hear and it is just as difficult for me to say, but you know I’m right.’

I was quietly weeping at this point. I don’t know why, but the heartfelt emotion that we were both sharing just made me feel happy and sad in equal measure. We sat on the bed and shared the moment in silence. Sandra pulled my arms around her more tightly.

‘Just hold me, Gordon, please.’

‘Of course,’ I said and buried my wet face in her hair. I just breathed through my emotions until I was settled a little.

What she said next caught me unawares.

‘Tell me about Su-Lin.’

Su-Lin was the Chinese whore I had lived with for six weeks in Singapore when the ship I was working on had an extended dry-docking there.

‘What do you want to know?’

‘Everything. She must be quite a woman.’

‘She was,’ I said. ‘She’s dead now. I got a letter from her daughter a few years ago. She found my name and my parents' address in her mum’s papers and wrote to tell me. I was surprised at how upset I was. I have thought about her often over the years.’

‘What was she like? Was she a lot older than you?’

‘You know what it’s like with Asian women, it is hard to tell their age from their appearance. Su was no different. She never told me her age, but her daughter was a doctor and working in a hospital so she must have been in her forties at least. That would make her twice my age at the time. The age difference didn’t bother her and I was just young and horny so I didn’t care. She owned the local bar outside the dockyard gates. It was a place to meet girls and get laid.’

‘Why didn’t you end up with one of the younger girls?’

‘Ah, well that’s the thing. I only went to the bar to get away from the ship. If you stayed on board, even if you were off duty, you were likely to be given work to do, so I made a point of making myself scarce for a few hours in the evenings before I went on shift. It meant that I couldn’t hook up with anybody because I would have to go on duty soon after.

'I would drink a few beers and read a book. Usually, a textbook because I was due to take exams when I returned home.

'One night, Su came over, sat next to me and asked why I wasn’t interested in her “lovely young women” and if I was into guys, she could provide one if I wished.

'I explained my work pattern and she understood, but she stayed with me and talked. Next time I went in she chased her girls away from me and talked to me herself. Pretty soon I began to look forward to seeing and talking to her. Her English was perfect and she taught me some Chinese.

'One day I told her that I was off duty for a couple of days. She just took my hand and led me to her bungalow, which was part of the same building as her bar.

'She led me straight to her bedroom, where we showered and then she “made a man of me,” as they say. After those two days, I spent all my off duty time with her. I figured there would be plenty of time to study before the ship got back to Europe. She taught me a lot, even how to cook Chinese food, which I still do.'

‘You’ve never told Alice about Su?’

‘I started to, once, but she didn’t seem that interested, so I gave up. She’s pretty self-centred, you know.’

‘I know, but her heart is in the right place, and I know she loves you. But the on/off nature of your life together mixes her up. You need to talk to each other.’

‘I thought I was talking about Su?’ I said. I didn't want to talk about my marriage whilst cuddling my lover, naked on her bed.

‘You were, go on.’

‘Our relationship was a strange one. I think she loved me, and she saw in me something that I didn’t see in myself.’

'Did you love her?’

‘Yes, I suppose I did, Although, at the time, as a horny twenty-one-year-old, just getting regular pussy was all I cared about. I missed her when we left Singers and I never saw or heard from her again. I still have a thing for Asian women.

'Can I ask you something personal now since we are being open and honest?’

‘Sure, what is it?’

‘Have you always been multi-orgasmic?’

‘Whaoo, way to go on the personal stuff.’

‘Hey,’ I said, ‘I’ve fucked your ass with my tongue. It doesn’t get more personal. I've earned the right.’

‘That’s true,’ said Sandra. ‘Okay, well. I didn’t realise I was different until I started dating John. I could give myself nice cums with my fingers or a hairbrush handle, but we had one date I will never forget.’

‘This sounds interesting,’ I said, settling into my cuddling of Sandra and anticipating her anecdote.

‘John had taken me to see a movie with my favourite film star. We were at the back of the cinema in the “buddy” seats that held two people without an armrest separating them. Whilst all the trailers were playing, he managed to get his hand into my panties from behind and was stroking and playing with my pussy, I got even wetter back then than I do now.

'He started to make me come just as the opening sequence on board the aircraft carrier was playing. He didn’t stop fiddling with me for the whole movie, I had this incredible orgasm that just went on and on. His fingers kept me on the boil by playing with my clit and finger fucking me, I was just flying.

'When we left the cinema, I couldn't tell you anything about the film at all, I had been too busy cumming all over John's hand. I’m sure the cleaners were going to be very puzzled as to the source of the big wet stain on my seat.

'I realised then that my pussy was special, and so was John.

'You are the only other person who has come close to him in that regard. To be fair, though, your mouth is much better, thank you, Su-Lin.’ This last sentence was directed at the heavens.

She fell silent and I joined her in the silence. Both pondering our thoughts about where we go now and what our feelings meant. We both started to talk at the same time.

‘Sorry, you first,’ I said.

‘Okay.

'We have to stop this, you do know that, don’t you? We can’t carry on. I know it was just going to be a bit of fun but I’m falling for you and like I said, I will not be the woman that broke up your marriage.’

‘I am falling for you as well,’ I answered,’ and I care about you too much to ask you to be that woman.’

Sandra loosened her grip on my arms and twisted around to kiss me. She stared earnestly at my face.

‘Gordon,’ she said, her eyes moistening with tears, ‘make love to me. We’ve just fucked ‘til now and I feel so close to you right now that it would be right if you just made slow gentle love to me. Can you do that?’

‘I can and will,’ I replied, ’I will love you and staring into your eyes when we come together.’

I kissed her and turned her in my arms until she was beneath me and I was lying between her legs. My very erect cock was trapped between us, leaking pre-cum all over her hairless mound. It took only the slightest lifting of my hips, matched by her, and I slipped into her warm depths.

I kissed her deeply as I entered and then moved to kiss her throat and neck, nibbling her ears and whispering how much I wanted her and how deep inside her I was going to put my seed. She too was lost in her feelings. At one point, she called me John and told me how much she loved me, which made me pause and well up, but I continued to move in and out of her body.

We were moving as one person now. Our rhythms matched. I would not be surprised if our hearts were beating in sync, because it felt like they were.

Sandra’s breathing became deeper and she tilted her head back from my kisses. She was lifting her hips against me as I moved into her and gripping my cock with her pussy muscles as I moved out. It was the most incredible sensation. She was milking me with her cunt and she was going to get my cream.

She started to cum and that set off my ejaculation. It was more of a feeling of letting go than a sudden spurt. I pushed into her as far as I could and she groaned and gripped me more tightly both with her arms and her pussy. My spunk went into her as high up as it could.

We lay there, joined as a couple in love.

Strangely I thought how wonderful it might be if I had just made Sandra pregnant. It was the kind of joining that a child should be conceived in, a loving moment between its parents.

We stayed together for ages, just holding one another, saying nothing, our breathing still syncronised and our hearts beating softly against one another.

Eventually, we came apart.

As I withdrew from Sandra’s body, it felt like I was leaving her behind. All that we had experienced in the last few days seemed like a muted memory and was all over now.

I knew that no matter what I wanted, I could not and would not ask Sandra to betray her principles. Yes, I had cheated on my wife with this beautiful creature, and yes, she had been part of that deception, but it was just sex and we could get past our feelings if we agreed to leave it at that.

I rolled away and sighed, ‘That was fantastic. I can’t believe we are not going to do that again.’

‘It's too dangerous. I truly wish we were free to be together, but the fact is that you are not. Alice can never find out about us.’

‘I know, but the last couple of days have been like every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.’

‘Think of it all like a holiday romance. Sun, sea and beaches. A short period of being someone else with someone else…’

‘Then back to the daily grind,’ I interjected, ‘I get it, but I’ll never forget it. Every time I see you outside in your garden, I’ll remember this moment.’

'Me too. Hey, don’t think I’m going to stop teasing and flashing you when I get the chance.’ The playful smile was back on Sandra’s face, although her moist eyes showed me she was still struggling with her emotions.

‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and don’t think that I won’t take the chance to spank that gorgeous arse of yours.’

‘I’ll look forward to it.’ She smiled. 'We’d better get cleaned up. My kids really are coming home from school today.'

Sandra’s door closed behind me and I trudged back to my own home carrying my toolbox, its weight no match for the weight of my heart at that moment.

I knew that what Sandra said made sense and it made me wonder why Alice couldn’t be more like her, at least in the bedroom. They were alike in so many other ways, maybe I should ask Sandra to talk to her. You never know; it might work.

It was about two weeks after our brief affair when I met Sandra parking her car in her driveway. There was a tall dark-haired man in the passenger seat who climbed out of the car when it stopped. He strode across the divide between our drives and held out his hand,

‘Hi,’ he said, his face lighting up into a broad smile, ‘I’m Colin, Sandra’s boyfriend.’ I struggled to keep a straight face.

‘Gordon,’ I replied and grasped his handshake firmly.

‘Yes. You're Mr Fixit. Sandra’s told me all about you. You’ve been a good friend.’

‘And I hope to continue to be,’ I replied.

‘Yes, yes, of course. I hope so too. I don’t know one end of a screwdriver from the other.’ He turned and gathered some groceries from the car then went inside.

Sandra walked up to me and smiled. ‘He’s one of the reps that kept asking me for a date. One day I just thought “why not” and took him up on his offer.’ She stepped forward and gave me a gentle hug,

‘Thank you,’ she whispered in my ear. ‘I wouldn’t have had the confidence to do that if you hadn’t lit my fire. So thank you. I'd better go now. Colin and I need a shower, we’ve been out all day and I’m sure he must be quite smelly.’

She kissed me gently on the cheek and throwing me a smile she turned and headed into the house.

Christ, I thought, that woman has a glorious arse.