In the days following dinner at Gemma’s I was in turmoil. I’d woken early the morning after the dinner in Gemma’s bed. She was on her back, her face soft with sleep. I lay beside her watching her before quietly rising, dressing and leaving her a note. I had to be alone. I needed to think.
At home and in the cold light of day, I was frankly amazed at what had happened. I oscillated between feeling that I’d been a real slut and being highly aroused.
The physical signs of the evening’s activities passed in a couple of days, even my anus recovered quite quickly. The mental impact took longer. At times, I wondered if it was time to stop. I put off my usual weekly meeting with Timmy on the grounds that I had a cold. When Gemma called to ask me if I was okay, I said that I was but needed to think. She was solicitous but also urged me not to think too much except of how excited and aroused I had been. I had certainly been aroused like never before. My whole body seemed to have been an erogenous zone. However, not for the first time, I sensed Gemma was a dangerous influence but one, like a moth to a flame, to whom I seemed drawn.
One aspect to Saturday night that really surprised me, even scared me a little, was how intensely I had become aroused when I realised I was being watched. I had masturbated on cam while being watched by some of my women chat partners. Timmy had watched Sara and I making love and obviously become aroused; not that it took much to arouse him! His arousal had in turn stimulated me further. Saturday night at Gemma’s had been very different. In particular, I had relished the power I seemed to have over men.
While Gemma assured me they were clean, I was also worried that, rashly, I had had unprotected sex with three men who I didn’t know, one of whom had a predilection for anal sex. If only to reassure myself I’d need to front up to the clinic and get some tests. What they might think of me was just another worry. However, the last thing I would want is to give a STD to Timmy or, god forbid, my husband, Tom.
Tom was the other big issue. With the exception of Timmy, I had until the dinner been ‘faithful’ in the sense that I only played with women, even online. My bi-side was important but my secret. I’d given up trying to rationalise Timmy and just enjoyed him, his cock and remarkable recovery powers. I tried telling myself that Paul, Simon and Jose were just sex; their cocks not much different from the dildo with which Gemma fucked me. Even to myself that seemed a hollow excuse, especially with regard to Jose who had taken my anal virginity and thus gone where no one, not even Tom, had been. The fact that Jose had elicited a tremendous climax didn’t help my argument. I had to live with the fact that I’d been unfaithful to Tom but told myself he wasn’t in the country; not that that made much sense either.
It certainly didn’t help that Tom was not in Australia. Two weeks before he had moved to Hong Kong to head his firm’s Asian office. I was due to follow in a few months once I had the house leased and the girls settled in an apartment. Currently my contact with him was a daily email and an occasional Skype call.
I was missing Tom, no doubt about that. However, I was also very aware that while sex with him was good, my climaxes with him had never been as intense as I had with Timmy or with all of my partners at Gemma’s. There was a comfortableness about sex with Tom but I sensed I craved more and variety. If I was to get my life back in some balance I needed to find a way to spice up sex with Tom. At times, I wondered if I should tell him at least about my bisexuality and perhaps encourage him to join in. I was sure Gemma would have no problem with that. The question was how to broach that subject with him, particularly from afar.
In hindsight, I am surprised how long it took me to realize how I might start. I needed to turn the conversation in one of our Skype calls to sex and hopefully into a cyber session. From there I might get Tom talking about fantasies and perhaps exploring the sexual web with me. As I had learnt myself, anything might then follow. Of course, Tom might have an Asian pussy on call but, somehow, I didn’t think so. Consequently, I was also counting on Tom being a bit horny.
The weekend after the dinner at Gemma’s, I put my plan into action. It had been awhile since I had last gone a week without sex with someone. The aftereffects of the night at Gemma’s had well and truly passed and I was feeling ready for some stimulation and hopefully a nice orgasm.
It was a mild evening and I had been swimming so I took his Skype call in my bikini. As usual, in our Skype chats we caught up on family news and his travels. However, I was aware his eyes were on my breasts and my nipples were showing through the fabric. I felt naughty and aroused already. Still I acted as if all was normal.
Finally, Tom reacted.
“Kerrie,” he said. “I hope you know what you are doing Skyping me in a bikini.”
“Oh,” I answered, acting as innocent as I could, “am I being a little arousing?”
“A little,” Tom laughed. “How about a lot, you sexy one!”
I had him! But I teased a little more.
“Sorry,” I responded. “I’ll go get a cover up.” And, then after a pause, “unless you’d like me to take the top off?”
Tom was silent. Slowly I reached round and undid the bikini top. Coquettishly, I held it in place and then let it fall. Slowly I caressed my breasts, my eyes on Tom’s face on my laptop.
“Oh, love,” he said. “You are so beautiful and, if you’ll excuse the expression, so fuckable!”
I laughed and responded, “I think I can excuse that but show me what I am doing to you. You sexy man!”
Tom looked shocked but suddenly grinned and stood up. I watched as he slowly undid his belt and zip. Stepping out of his pants he turned the cam right at his briefs and the bulge of his cock. Rubbing the bulge, he said, “Is this what you are missing, my sexy one?”
I caressed my breasts, smiled at Tom and said “oh love, yes”, while wondering what Tom would think if he knew I’d had four cocks in various ways since he had last fucked me.
“Take your briefs off. I want to see your cock,” I boldly ordered, caressing my pussy through my bikini bottoms as I did.
Okay, but only if you take off your bikini bottoms was Tom’s response. Slowly I stood and sensually lowered my bikini bottoms. I slid a finger along my slit and then sucked it. Tom gasped and I could see the lust in his eyes not to mention the outline of a very hard cock.
“Is that where you want to put that big cock?” I coquettishly asked. “My pussy is so wet for you!”
“Show me!” I demanded, as I slowly began to caress my pussy.
Tom pulled his briefs down. I gasped. For some reason, the camera angle made him look huge, his head already wet with pre-cum. My husband was incredibly aroused.
I had never masturbated in front of Tom before. It was not something we did. On the other hand, I had masturbated in front of Timmy both when we were alone and at times as he and Sara fucked. And, I was far from a novice at online masturbation having enjoyed various mutual masturbation sessions with women cam partners. Not that Tom knew any of that. However, I was not really conscious of Tom as my husband but simply as a man aroused by the sight of my body and what I was doing to it. I felt decadent and I am sure it showed. Tom was seeing a side of his wife he probably never thought existed. What the consequences might be I wasn’t sure, but that wasn’t about to deter me.
I lay back in my chair. I circled my nipples a few times, then slid my hands down across my stomach and opened my legs and aimed the cam at my pussy. parted my lips with my fingers. The smooth, tender skin just inside of my pussy was slick with wetness that had been building as our chat progressed and as thought of what I was about to do.