Colette had just left the gym, thoughts of Vicky fresh in her head. All she wanted to do was continue to reminisce on the intense experiences she just had, not to mention enjoy the smell of Vicky’s scents still lingering on her face and body. Unfortunately, traffic was heavier than she wanted, making her quite anxious to get home before Steve arrived.

As she approached the driveway, she saw Steve was already home. "Damn," she thought. She had hoped she would've beat him home in time for a shower. She got out of the car, grabbed her gym bag off the passenger seat, phone from the cup holder, and quickly walked to the front door and entered.

The way the house was configured, she had to walk through the kitchen to get to the master bedroom and shower. Steve was just turning around from the refrigerator, the door closing behind him. A beer was in his hand and he was already twisting the bottle cap off. Colette heard the "Tssht," of the bottle opening as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, babe," Steve said as he was walking toward her to give her a kiss.

Colette walked slightly forward, saying "Hi, honey," but quickly side-stepped, giving him a small peck on the cheek and adding the comment, “I feel disgusting and desperately need a shower!” She didn't dare let him do anything more since she knew she hadn’t cleaned up since her time in the sauna.

She kept walking slowly away, leaving Steve in the middle of the kitchen, taking a sip of his beer. "Thank god," she thought. Not wanting him to think she was purposely trying to duck out of a conversation, she turned around and said, "thanks for the message by the way and sorry I didn't pick up. I had my ringer turned off by accident," she lied. "If he only knew what I was really doing... fuck... he can never find out," she thought to herself.

"No problem!" Steve replied. "By the way, I hope it's OK, but I had a bite to eat with the guys as well, and I'm actually not hungry. But I'd be happy to throw something together for you," he added.

“This is perfect," she thought to herself. "Oh my gosh, hun, no problem at all. I actually ate plenty myself,” she said, chuckling to herself about the double-meaning of the statement. “Plus, I had a huge late lunch. So I'm not even hungry. And hey, I hate to be so boring, but I'm exhausted and feel quite dirty," with that last word quickly bringing to mind many images of her and Vicky from just an hour earlier. "I just want to shower and I think I'm going to head to bed early tonight," she continued.

"Oh, OK," Steve said. "That actually works because the football game is on, so I'll just watch that."

"Sounds good, honey. I'll come out to say goodnight later," Colette said, and she headed into the bedroom and closed the door. Steve walked into the living room, plopped down on the couch, and turned the TV on.

Once inside the bedroom, all Colette could think about was cleaning up. She dropped her gym bag on the bed and walked into the bathroom, already unbuttoning her shirt. She continued to undress, throwing all her clothes into the hamper against the wall. She walked over to the shower, pulled the glass door open, and turned the water on.

It usually takes a few minutes to get hot, so she closed the door and walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and put her hands underneath. "I can't believe I didn't at least wash my face and hands before I left the gym," she thought to herself.

As she started washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and examined her face. She noticed her cheeks were slightly pink, with spots where the wetness had dried. More images flooded in of her face buried deep into Vicky's ass, tongue plunged inside, sweat and juices coating her cheeks.

“Yes, all there right on my face,” she thought as she continued to stare at herself. She felt her heart beating faster, so she tried to make a conscious effort to compartmentalize what she was thinking. Thoughts of "slut" behavior with another woman, while not wanting to make a habit of it, she was thinking that she might start needing it.

"More to ponder," she told herself as she shut the water off, walked back to the shower, opened the door, and entered. The water was hot, but not too hot. It felt cleansing on her skin just by itself. She turned her back to the water and tilted her head back, getting her hair wet. It felt good splashing against her scalp, water running down her body. She turned back around, grabbed the body wash and loofah, then proceeded to clean herself.

When she finished, she rinsed the loofah and set it aside. She reached for the shampoo, squirted some into her hand and began massaging it into her hair. As she did this, she started thinking about Vicky again. She remembered how much Vicky’s sex was like hers, and how much she loved the smell… how much she loved the taste... and it was making her horny again.

"Fuck, what is happening to me?" she thought. She finished rinsing her hair and reached for the conditioner. She squirted some into her hand, rubbed it between her palms and then ran her fingers through her hair. She let it sit for a minute and then rinsed it out. With her thoughts no longer flooding her brain, she did one last rinse of her body, turned off the water, opened the door, and stepped out. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off.

With her hair and body dry, she hung the towel up and went into the bedroom to get her jammies on. She always thought the word "jammies" was so cute, bringing back memories of young innocence - so free of responsibility, such a sponge to new things as the world continues opening up with age. "Age," she thought. "Well, here I am in my forties, and I am still clearly open to new things," as she realizes the entirely new 'lesbian slut' experiences she's recently introduced into her life.

When she reached the dresser, she opened the top drawer and looked for what she wanted to wear. "Flannel? Shorts and T-shirt? Sexy silk nightgown? God no," she thought. "Steve will see me in that and get all turned on. I'm exhausted and the last thing I want is…," she stopped herself. "Maybe that's just what the doctor ordered. Something to help her get her mind off Vicky."

Convinced of her plan, she put on the sexy nightgown and walked out of the bedroom, not seeing that she still had her gym bag on the bed. She walked down the hall, back through the kitchen and into the living which was on the other side of the house.

Steve had a beer in his hand, an empty bottle on the coffee table in front of him. He was still watching the game. "Goodnight, hun, I'm heading to bed," she said as she entered the room, slowly sauntering and moving her hips a little more purposefully than normal.

He looked away from the TV and over in her direction, saying, "Good night, huh…..ny?,” with his return greeting matching his surprise as he saw his beautiful wife walking towards him, hips swaying. "Wow," he said. "Don't you look sexy. I thought you wanted to go to sleep early?"

"I got a second wind from my shower," she said in a low and sultry voice. When she reached him, she stopped at the base of the couch and stood next to his outstretched legs that were resting on the coffee table.

"I'm so glad you did," Steve said. Setting his beer bottle down, he reached around her with his right hand, and placed it on the back of her left leg, and started running it upward. When he reached her hip, he slid his hand around to her butt and rubbed up and down, enjoying her delicious curves.

Colette's plan was working with her mind now squarely focused on the man she loves sitting down right in front of her, enjoying his caress. While they stared into each other's eyes, she reached down, grabbed the lower part of her nightgown and pulled up.

As Steve removed his hand, she lifted her right leg and stepped over his outstretched legs, now straddling him. She stopped lifting her nightgown when the material was bunched around her waist.

Steve returned his hand to her now bare ass cheek. They broke eye contact and Steve looked down, seeing that she wasn't wearing any panties. With his left hand, he placed it on her right hip and slid it around to her right ass cheek. Both hands made a brief squeeze of her ass as she bent her knees and knelt down onto the couch and into his lap. Her pussy lips pressed against his jeans as she sat down, causing her eyes to briefly close from her arousal.

She leaned in, put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, pulling herself closer. As she pressed her breasts against his chest, she slid her pelvis forward and down further into his lap. She could feel his cock getting hard through his jeans.

Tightening her grip on his neck, she started grinding her pelvis, eagerly pushing her swelling pussy forward and back against the growing bulge in his jeans. Steve, with hands still on her ass, was massaging and squeezing more firmly.

The intensity of their kissing continued to grow. Colette was enjoying the attention, but she was also welcoming the fact that she was giving it, and specifically to her husband. She knew Steve was getting worked up as she felt his growing erection pressing into her. Instinctually, she had to have his cock in her mouth right now.

She unlocked her arms and pulled away from the kiss. With a quick little hop, she bounced back onto his shins, which felt like a cushion as they rested on the coffee table. She didn't want to wait for Steve to take his pants off, so her hands quickly went to work. Looking down with a wild look on her face, she unzipped his pants and spread open the fly.

He was wearing light blue boxer shorts, which she saw through the opening. His rock hard cock had been facing up inside his pants so she could see his shaft running along the fly of his boxers. She stuck her hand into the opening of his jeans and used the dexterity of her fingers to grab onto the shaft of his cock. With a gentle but firm motion, she pulled his cock out through both openings, feeling it bend slightly as it exited.

"Damn Colette," Steve said. "You're on fire."

She didn't respond. As she looked directly at his rock-hard cock sticking out of his jeans, she leaned in, pursed her lips over the tip and pushed her mouth down over the head. She could feel the shaft of his cock sliding past her lips and then inside, along the length of her tongue as it plunged further into her mouth.

She pulled back, letting his cock slide back out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She repeated the process, but this time went further until the tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat. "Oh fuck, Colette, that feels so good.”

She continued each step, getting faster and faster, at the same time feeling her pussy beginning to throb. She shifted her hips to get her now soaking wet slit to come to rest on the top of his shin. While she continued to suck and fuck Steve's cock with her mouth and throat, she started to grind her pussy on his shin, leaving a wet streak of pussy juice in the process.

"This is so fucking hot," Steve thought. “What has gotten into my wife tonight?” He didn't know, but he loved it.

"Colette, that feels so fucking good," Steve said. "Ohhh…," he moaned.

Colette's grinding was doing its job as well because she was getting close. "Mmmm," she moaned into Steve's cock as her creamy slit slid up and down his shin, soft and wet pussy lips gliding on each side. "Mmmmm!" Colette moaned louder as she pressed her clit against the hard shin bone.

Steve reached down with both hands, placing them on each side of Colette’s head. He started slowing her down. "Oh, fuck," Steve said out loud as his orgasm approached. "Oh, fuuuuck!" Steve yelled as he pushed Colette's head down on top of his cock, pushing it all the way in.

Colette almost gagged as she felt his hot cum shoot to the back of her mouth and down her throat. But she relaxed her mind and neck muscles and the feeling subsided. With her lips locked tightly around the base of his cock, she sucked slightly against the stream of thick cum and swallowed hungrily.

Feeling and tasting Steve in her mouth, Colette’s orgasm also hit and she let out a high-pitched "Mmmm!" as she came against his leg, pressing her clit down hard against his skin as she continued grinding against his shin.

Once both their orgasms subsided, she pulled away from Steve's cock, which was now softening. It was soaking wet with her saliva. She stood up from his shin, stepped back over, pulled her nightgown back down, and plopped down on the couch next to Steve. She reached forward to grab the beer he set down.

As she leaned across his legs, she looked down and saw the wet spot she had made on his leg. With her free hand, she wiped it off his leg, accompanying the move with a "Sorry!" and laughed as she sat down. She handed the beer to Steve.

Steve replied, “No problem! Damn, that was so fucking hot, babe! I don't know what got into you, but I loved it!"

"I don’t know. I just started thinking about you in the shower, and I really wanted to have you," she lied. "But truth be told, now I really am completely exhausted. OK if I head to bed?"

"Oh my gosh, absolutely," Steve said. He leaned in and gave her a brief kiss. "Thank you so much for that, babe. I loved it, and I love you."

"Oh, you're welcome. And I love you, too," Colette replied. She stood up, said goodnight and returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. As she walked in, she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her gym bag still sitting on the bed. She walked over, grabbed it and brought it into the bathroom with her to empty the contents into the hamper.

She set the bag down on the bathroom counter and unzipped it. As she reached inside to pull out the heap of clothes, an overwhelming aroma of raw sex wafted up to her nose, bringing with them a broad range of carnal memories that started pouring in.

She recalled the lustful acts she just did with Vicky... the experiences with Michelle a couple months ago... Tongues, fingers, breasts, sweat, creamy pussy lips, tight assholes surrounded by juicy ass cheeks, even the cucumber that Michelle had introduced as a brand new experience for her.

She let go of the heap, letting it fall to the floor. She got slightly dizzy, intoxicated by the smell and the vivid images in her head. She leaned forward and put her hands on the counter, arms straightened to help support her so she could gather herself.

She looked up and saw herself staring back. "What the fuck is happening to me?" she asked herself quietly. "I love Steve soooo much! So why do I keep losing myself like this?"

After staring into herself, both physically and mentally, thoughts of a solution were forming. "I can’t keep doing this to myself. These thoughts, these feelings, these desires are clearly inside me.”

Colette was gaining confidence now, more emboldened. “And I can’t… I won’t keep suppressing them. Yes, I love Steve. And I know he loves me, dearly. But I now know, when ‘it’ needs to happen, when the feeling takes over, it’ll be with no remorse.”

As she continued, one thought kept coming up. "Why was it coming on so strong tonight?" She had incredible orgasms from both Steve, just ten minutes ago, no less, and earlier from Vicky at the gym.

"Maybe I just need to get fucked again, stop worrying about the 'why', and be done with this," she thought.

"Fucked…," she repeated in her head again. "I still haven’t been fucked tonight, and I need it right now," she said audibly.

With that thought as a catalyst, she bent down, picked up the clothes that were on the floor, walked over to the hamper, and opened the lid, fully prepared to throw everything inside. As she glanced down inside the hamper, she saw her work clothes she threw in before she took her shower. Her panties were on top.

The memories hit her all at once, just from that simple image. "Vicky and I, we’re soaked into those. Fuck," she thought to herself.

She stopped thinking. Holding the heap of clothes, she grabbed the panties out, threw the rest in, and closed the lid. Turning, she started walking to the bedroom, flicking off the lights on her way out of the bathroom.

As she walked toward the bed, she balled up the panties in her hand and held them to her nose, breathing in the intense, female aromas. "I'm glad nobody can see me sniffing my own dirty panties," she thought, feeling secure in the darkness of the room. Reaching the bed, she leaned down, shoved the throw pillows aside, grabbed the comforter and sheet, and yanked hard to throw them aside.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, slid backwards, and leaned against the pillows, which were still propped up against the headboard. The panties hadn't left her nose the entire time, as she breathed in the erotic, lustful scents with each breath. Turning to the nightstand, she opened the drawer, reached inside, and pulled out the dildo she actually rarely used. Closing the drawer, she leaned back against the pillows, heart pounding, thinking about what comes next.

Pulling the panties from her nose and resting her arm to one side, she brought the dildo to her mouth and inserted it. Pink and made of semi-soft rubber, the dildo was stiff, but not so much so that it wouldn't bend when it needed to.

It was seven inches long. Not so long that it bumped her cervix (at least not too hard) and not so short that she didn't feel satisfied. She pulled the dildo back out of her mouth, eyes closed, licking its shaft as it exited. She made one last trip in and out, thinking about how badly she wanted to fuck herself with it.

She shifted her grip to the base of the dildo, the shaft now pointing straight up from her palm. She held the lowest point of the shaft to her outstretched tongue, sliding it up and down against her outstretched tongue. As the head of the dildo slipped off the tip, she slid it down across her chin, continuing to pull it down onto her chest.

Moving the panties back to her nose, she inhaled as the dildo continued its journey down her torso toward its intended home. As she felt the tip touch her mound, she held the dildo upside down and pressed the shaft lengthwise between her folds. She started rubbing it back and forth across her clit, continuing this for a couple of minutes, loving the feeling.

With the phallus now gliding between the slick folds of her pussy and the scent at her nose - it was all completely erotic and intoxicating. She wanted to feel the shaft deep in her pussy, and she needed it now.

She placed the tip of the dildo at her eager opening, still holding the base, which gave her all the leverage she needed. Applying the slight pressure, together with the slick lubrication her pussy had generously provided, and the dildo slid inside with ease, immediately filling her vagina.

She pulled it back out, her pussy lips puffy and desperate. Flexing her arm, she held tight onto the base and shoved the dildo deep into her pussy. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Finally, I'm getting fucked tonight," she told herself, saying it out loud ever so softly.

She held it there, enjoying the feeling of her hungry pussy throbbing against the sides of the dildo. With her arms squeezing her breasts inward on each side of her body, she could feel them pressing outward against her nightgown, nipples sliding against the silk material. Enjoying the sensation at first, her nightgown was feeling stifling.

She dropped everything, hopped off the bed and stripped off her nightgown. Seconds later, she was sitting back against the pillows, legs spread in front of her, ass sitting on the sheets beneath her. They felt damp from where her pussy was dripping just seconds ago.

She grabbed the base of the dildo with both hands this time, completely ignoring the panties she was so enjoying holding against her nose a second ago. She looked down in the dim light and aimed the tip at the opening of her pussy. Pushing slightly against her lips, she felt the head of the dildo slide past her opening. As she did, she tilted her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure of the pounding of her toy.

The head entered easily, and the shaft followed soon after. The sensation of having something deep inside her pussy was all she could think about. With the dildo buried deep within her, she laid there for a minute, enjoying the feeling of its fullness inside.

Slowly, she pulled it out again, but not all the way, leaving in just the head. Pausing briefly, she drove the entire dildo back inside. Out again, just to the head. In, harder. Out. In, harder. "Fuck me," she said to herself softly. "Fuck me hard, Vicky," finishing the sentence, keeping her voice soft. "You fuck me so good," she continued.

"Uhhnnn," she groaned as she increased the force of her thrusts. "Uhhnnn, so fucking good." She kept fucking herself, feeling her orgasm slowly building.

Her mind wandered, and she started thinking about the cucumber that Michelle had skillfully used with her. Her thrusting with her dildo slowed. She pulled it out and let it drop to the bed between her legs. Her eyes opened, looking up at the ceiling as she came to grips with her new desire to please herself, similar to how Michelle did.

She rolled over onto her stomach, grabbing the dildo and pulling it with her. Laying on her stomach, she lifted her pelvis and slid her knees forward one at a time. She was now kneeling, one arm bent in front of her on the bed, head resting on her forearm. She turned her head to the side, and with her other hand holding the dildo, she brought it to her mouth.

She closed her eyes as she slid it between her lips and onto her tongue. With her mouth loose, she slid it in and out slowly, both enjoying the taste of her own juices but also making it slick with her saliva. Holding it firmly at its base, she pulled the dildo from her mouth and, reaching back behind her, placed it between her ass cheeks pointing down.

It only took a couple of seconds to guide the tip to her rim and its opening that she couldn't wait to penetrate. Pressing slightly but steadily, she felt the tip now starting to enter her anus as she held her breath, trying to keep from moaning too loudly.

As the head of the dildo finally breached her most sensitive and private opening, she slowly pulled it out and then pressed it back in, repeating the motion. While enjoying the feeling of each small penetration, she was eager to feel it deeper inside her ass.

With the tips of her fingers now holding the base, she drove the dildo deep, stopping only as the tips of her fingers pressed against her rim. “Uhhhnnn," she grunted out loud; not as quiet as before, but not so loud that she thought Steve would hear. She left it buried inside her, enjoying its volume. Pulling it slowly out, and completely focused on the feeling of the dildo sliding against her rim, she stopped half-way and drove it back inside. "Oh fuck," she breathed heavily.

She couldn't stop now. She pulled it out, then drove it back in quickly, repeating the motions that were now causing the familiar throbbing pleasure that she learned with Michele. "Uhhhnn, fuck," she said out loud, desperately imagining her friend behind her. “Fuck my ass, Michelle. Keep going. Don’t stop,” no longer concerned that she might be heard.

"I feel it Michelle. I’m gonna cum,” she said deeply. Straightening her arm and shoving the pillows aside, she braced herself against the headboard. She put the top of her head onto the bed sheet, noting that it was damp with the sweat that had already started dripping from her forehead. She could hear the slight squish of the dildo as she continued fucking herself.

"Holy fuck, Michelle, this feels so good,” Colette said as she continued to imagine her strange companion driving her dildo deep into her ass. "Oh fuck," she said more lowly this time as her orgasm hit. "Oh my god, I'm cumming!" she said out loud. Her muscles started pulsing against the dildo, her rim squeezing tight at the base as a wave of ecstasy rushed over her.

Just then, she heard the door handle turn. "Oh, fuck!" she thought.

She quickly dropped onto the bed face-down, grabbed the sheet and comforter still thrown to the side, and pulled them over herself. She had no time to move the pillows back under her head, so she just laid her head sideways and down onto the mattress. She felt the dildo still tightly wedged between her cheeks, but now realized it was sticking straight up, pressing against the bedding.

"I’m so glad I turned out the lights," she thought to herself, feeling confident it would be too dark to notice as she heard the door slowly creak open.

"Colette," Steve said softly as he opened the door and poked his head in. "Colette," he said louder.

She decided if she started moving, pretending to change positions, it might work. So she did, just as she heard him continue to enter the room. As he passed through the doorway, he repeated, "Colette, is everything OK?"

She realized he was honestly concerned and just checking in on her. "So sweet," she thought to herself. “If only he knew I had a dildo shoved deep in my ass right now.”

"Hmmm..." she said softly, trying quickly to convince Steve that everything is normal, and that he’s almost awakened her.

Hearing the faint sound of his feet changing position on the floor, Colette knew he was now quietly turning around and slowly leaving the room. As the door closed, she heard him walk away and back down the hall, probably to finish watching the game.

Relieved and now laying there in the quiet of the room, her body was still reeling from her anal orgasm. After a few minutes, she realized that she was now feeling the weight of the sheets pushing down slightly on the dildo that was still inside her. So she lifted her pelvis in an effort to feel the sheets press back against the dildo. "Not nearly enough leverage," she thought to herself. Throwing the sheet and comforter to the side, she reached around her body, grabbed the dildo to keep it from falling out and flipped over onto her back.

Propping the base of the dildo against the mattress directly below her, she pressed down against the toy and instantly felt it penetrate back against her. With this firm foundation, she continued to hold the base to prevent it from sliding and she started thrusting up and down as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass.

"Mmmm," she moaned, as she continued the motions, now completely engrossed in the feelings that it was causing again inside her. This went on for a few minutes, her motions and frequency of moans quickening with each passing second. "Holy fuck, this feels so good," she whispered to herself as she could feel her second orgasm building.

Colette continued, now bucking harder and harder against the dildo as it continued penetrating her ass. She could hear the bed shake as her weight was shifting quickly up and down. As she felt herself climaxing, she slowed and came to rest at the top of her last thrust. Pausing briefly, and with all her weight, she slammed her pelvis down hard, driving the dildo deep into her ass.

Her legs shook as she had an intense, throbbing, and all-consuming orgasm. As she continued to press down with her pelvis, she slowly bucked against the toy as she rode the wave of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her head tingled, and she got light-headed, feeling almost as if she was about to pass out.

Colette continued to lie there, flat on her back, enjoying every tingling feeling she was having. Resting her hand on her chest, she felt it rise and fall with each breath. As her orgasm subsided, she let her legs fall to the mattress. "That felt so fucking good," she thought to herself.

A couple of minutes passed, and she chuckled to herself, imagining what would’ve happened if Steve walked in with the lights on and saw her pounding her ass with her dildo. While funny, it got her thinking about her life and the situation she’s in, and suddenly she felt at peace.

The love she felt toward Steve was real. In her heart, she truly wants to continue to be the loving wife he married. But the peace of mind she was feeling now was more than this. Besides the love she shares with Steve, she's learned something about herself that she can’t, and won’t continue to ignore. The peace was coming from finally realizing that she’s ready to embrace this new side of her sexuality.

“I won't seek it out, and I’m certainly not going to cheat,” she convinced herself. But she’s now mentally accepted her feelings, and will openly give in to her desires when they present themselves.

Finally ready for some sleep, she pulled out her toy, turned toward her nightstand, opened the drawer and dropped it inside, too tired to do anything else. Closing the drawer, she turned back into bed to settle in. She grabbed one of the pillows she threw to the side earlier and put it under her head. As she pulled the covers back over her, she remembered the panties that were still on the mattress next to her.

Feeling around with her hand, she found them and brought them to her nose to enjoy the scent one last time. Sliding them under the covers with both hands, she put them back on, enjoying the feeling of the material and recalling briefly the memory of her episode with Vicky. As she laid her head back down, she thought to herself, "I can't wait for what the future holds." Closing her eyes to this last fleeting thought, Colette fell soundly to sleep.