Chapter 1.
My name is Heather, which if you are a child of the eighties is about as cliché as you can get. I am not your blonde bimbo type though. I am a business owner who has done fairly well for myself. I guess if appearances are all that important I would describe myself as average. I am not really athletic nor am I particularly big. I have a bit of a belly that I have had since my pregnancy with William. I am in no way interested in becoming a gym junky to try and lose it either. I consider my Mum body a badge of pride. I have D cup breasts that obviously have a bit of sag to them these days all in all I like my body. I feel feminine and I still get some looks in the right outfit. I have long dark hair that requires a little help these days to stay dark but it has always been one of my favourite features.
My husband, David, is a travelling sales rep and we deal with all the things that that brings. Yes, there have been hard times with him away so much, especially when it came to raising our son. I often felt that I had to be both Mum and Dad at times and it makes me sad to know that there just isn't much of a relationship between them. Don't get me wrong, there's no animosity between them and they genuinely care about each other but there is just a distance between them that they either don't know how to bridge or are just unaware of. Our son, William, is a very intelligent young man and quite handsome, yes I'm aware that I am biased, but that doesn't make it untrue. He is in his second year at university doing an engineering degree.
David and I have generally had a fairly stable relationship but being a travelling rep has brought its fair share of issues. Anything from financial difficulties to suspicion of cheating. We have both had our insecurities over time but we have been forthright with each other for as long as we have known each other and although the doubts get the better of us from time to time we can always talk it out.
To be honest I have never had any proof whatsoever of him cheating but the doubt will be there for as long as he does this job. Likewise, there are times when he has suspected that I have had someone on the side, although that seems to be more of a defence mechanism. If I have ever expressed doubts he jumps in and says I could just as easily be having an affair.
I will say that I have never cheated before now. There have been opportunities, I won't deny that and some of those opportunities were very tempting, but I have always been able to resist. Having a child or teenager at home is a huge deterrent as well but ultimately, no matter how lonely I have been in the past I have never put that ahead of my marriage. Sure the flickering thought of an affair has definitely entered my mind on a particularly lonely evening but my husband was rarely more than a skype call away and those nights often led to particularly exciting playing.
The problem David and I have is that he absolutely loves his job, sometimes a little more than his family it seems, and it feels like he can't wait to be out on the road again as soon as he gets home.
Until recently there had been no issues in the bedroom. He has always been an attentive lover and has never slipped calling me a different name or anything like that to suggest he had been having an affair. I have always felt that we have been on an even keel as lovers too, We seem to intuitively know when the other is needing some attention sexually, even when he is on the road. Many nights we have made love over skype using my toys as a reasonable, although not nearly as good, facsimile of the real thing.
Like I said earlier though, there has been a change that's slowly taking place. The first is that he just doesn't seem to have the enthusiasm for lovemaking any more. It's not that he doesn't ever want to, just never as often anymore, I guess he is just slowing down. He used to practically attack me as he walked through the door when he got home. Now he just seems tired all the time and his lovemaking has become a bit mechanical. Like he is doing it more for my benefit and that he could take it or leave it. He used to send me things during the day that he knew would turn me on. Like photos he had found online of things he wanted us to try or just kinky ideas. Sometimes he would write a short story for me to read about us in different scenarios. These days he rarely sends me anything much more than your average texts about where he was staying or what had happened at work. Rarely do I get messages of lust anymore and I haven't received a story for a good year or more now.
On top of that, things are changing with me too. Lately, I have been insatiable. Things that I previously only wanted to do on the rare occasion when I was really wound up are the things I crave all the time. The more outrageous and kinky the better. I can come down from the wildest orgasm and be ready to go again in half an hour like I hadn't had any for weeks. There are days at work where I simply can't make it through the day without stopping to go to the toilet to make myself cum. My pussy seems to be tingling on the verge of coming almost continually lately. I can be having a perfectly normal conversation with a customer and the most wicked thoughts will just pop into my head and my body seems to be ready to respond to it instantly.
Just last week I had a gentleman come in and ask for some information on a product that he was buying for his wife. I didn't find him attractive at all and there was absolutely no flirting of any type going on. But then out of nowhere, I saw him in my mind's eye, bending his wife over the kitchen table, squatting down behind her and tonguing her ass-hole until she came, squirting all over his face. Instantly my pussy was wet thinking about watching them do this. Everything about it turned me on. I have never been into anal but suddenly I wanted that more than I wanted oxygen. I wanted to have that done to me but I also wanted to be the one doing it. Yes, I had fantasised about being with a woman before but never had I done it. I never thought I would ever do it either, it's one thing to fantasise but another to actually do it, but if a woman was there right in that moment that even hinted she would like that I would have not hesitated at all.
I spent the next ten minutes waiting for the customer to leave as I slowly soaked my panties thinking my debauched thoughts. The moment he left the store I put the sign up saying I would be back soon, locked the door and headed out the back. I came within moments of pressing my fingers between my fleshy pussy lips. I was so wet that it was like I was drooling. I had to make myself cum a second time before I felt that I could calm myself down to concentrate for the rest of the day. I folded my soaked panties and put them in the plastic bag I had begun carrying with me lately for this exact reason. I cleaned myself up as best I could without triggering another orgasm and put on a clean pair of panties.
I made it through the rest of the day relatively unscathed but needed a third clean pair of panties by the time I got home. I walked in the door and straight up to my room. I shut the door behind me and stripped naked. I had cum before I could make it to the bathroom then again using the detachable shower head in the shower. My legs were wobbly by the time I got into my pyjamas and made my way downstairs again.
I was actually becoming concerned that there was something wrong with me and considered, not for the first time, going to see a doctor about it. I had put it off for several reasons, mostly embarrassment, but lately, I had heard that the doctor's office was a good place to avoid as there was some virus doing the rounds. There had been news reports about some virus in China that was killing people but at the same time, they were saying it's just a type of flu and nothing to get too concerned about. Then only a few weeks after that, it appeared to be a lot more serious and that it had started spreading around the world. Italy and Spain seemed to get it the worst early on. I had become quite concerned about it as hundreds seemed to be dying daily over there but we somehow seemed to be a bit sheltered from it.
Then it took off in Britain and hundreds started dying there too. Whole countries were being shut down and people forced to stay in their homes. It seemed so surreal, like something out of a horror movie. It's not that I wasn't believing what I was seeing but between being so busy running my business and the fact that it all seemed so far away.
It was all quite sudden when the virus hit our shores and our government responded quickly and decisively.