Chapter 4: the saga continues
We decided we both felt a bit more normal having got things off our respective chests and were both hungry enough to eat now. After showering and dressing quickly, we went down to the restaurant before it closed. I also decided that while the meal was being prepared that maybe we might stay another night or two. While we waited, I excused myself and went and organised another couple of nights. As luck would have it, it was quiet this early in the year and they could, quite happily it must be said, fit us in.
After dinner, at Janet’s request, we went back to our room. After all, there was both an unopened bottle of wine and, some unfinished business to learn about. Janet, having realised that I was not going to go up in smoke and flames and was turned on by her story, was now a little more relaxed about what had happened. I, on the other hand, was simply amazed at her apparent transformation from one extreme to the other. We sat back down, and Janet curled her feet underneath her.
“I suppose you’d better know the rest of the sordid details,” she said with a little grimace.
I just nodded.
“Well, Brett was off-site the next couple of days, so I didn’t see him at all. The carpenters finished the work upstairs in the roof space and went back to their other work.
You came and went, just eating and sleeping in the house - I got my usual lack of attention, but now I wasn’t quite as worried, and in any case, I was used to it from you.”
Now it was my turn to grimace at her turn of phrase.
“It was the end of the week, the Friday morning before Brett came back into the kitchen. Again on his own.
I was in there between doing things and had just put the kettle on. Once again, it was quiet, and in any case, as you know, we weren’t overlooked. The door had been open as usual, so he just came in and startled me a little when he said hello. He was still very quiet about what had happened, so I decided to try maybe and set him at ease a little. I went over to him, put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him.
He blushed. Especially when I thanked him and said that I needed what had happened as much as he did and that I had enjoyed it and he wasn’t to worry. I’m not sure how it happened, but we were back in our bedroom and fucking like rabbits inside a couple of minutes, and it was good. Sven, I enjoyed it. It was good, and I wanted it as once again, it filled a need.”
“That I wasn’t!” I said. Janet looked at me and grimaced a little without saying anything to the comment.
“As I was already nearly two months into my pregnancy, he couldn’t ‘knock me up’ so we just fucked, bareback, without worry. But this time with a towel underneath us. Brett was also unusual in that both before and after he fucked me he loved to eat my pussy.
As I didn’t know how he patiently and gently persuaded me to make love to his cock with my mouth. The first time he told me was going to come, he pulled out so that he didn’t come in my mouth. It was a hell of a rush to think I’d made him do that and to watch the great gobs of cum spurt out on my breasts.
A few days later, he didn’t tell me, and the first spurt was in my mouth. I choked a bit on it but realised the taste actually wasn’t too bad, and so the next time I just let it happen, from that point on I began to look forward to it. In the end, I loved to take him in my mouth, and I often let him come and always swallowed his juices. I sometimes also cleaned him off after our sex sessions, just as he did me. You have to realise that it was a transition point for me. From ‘Good Girl’ to being a ‘Bad Girl’ - trashy behaviour - almost a bit of tramp! So different from the old me!!”
All I could think of listening to Janet was what a hell of a revelation that was as she’d never done that for me!
“Not long afterwards, you were promoted and transferred back south again. From then on, I think Brett and I fucked every day until the doctor told me that sex between you and I ought to wait until after the baby was born. He didn’t know I had a lover. Going forward Brett and I only ever had oral sex.”
“Jeez!” I said, “I guess that perhaps you didn’t miss me quite as much as I worried about then. Was Brett the only one? I thought maybe I ought to clear up that point as well.”
“I was going to come to that - as it turned out, no, he wasn’t. Though looking back at it now I’m not too proud about it. However, there is one thing you ought to know before I continue.”
“Okay!” I replied, “Go on, then.”
“All this was the reason I didn’t kick up a fuss when you had that six-month affair eight years ago.”
“Bugger! And I thought I’d been discreet and got away with it!”
Now it was Janet’s turn to raise an eyebrow.
“You must be joking!” she said. “At least in my case, Brett and I may have been screwing around, at one stage right under your nose, but you didn’t either notice or find out. When you had your affair, I knew about it within a week of the start. I can read you like a book, and I just knew.
I even guessed who it was. I just decided I had no right to confront you with it - I couldn’t be that hypocritical. But let me carry on.
“When the loft had been done, and before you were posted South, Brett came to me for his afternoon session, and after we’d fucked he said to me, ‘You’d like Gary.’
Gary was the electrician and a little bit younger, slightly shy but in a quiet sort of a way quite dishy.”
“Hmm - I remember him,” I said, “Wasn’t it he who wired the extension to the garden workshop?”
“That’s right. But that was a little later - I asked Brett why I’d like him. Brett told me he was reputed to be hung like a horse and also was a very interesting shape. I just laughed and told him that actually ‘hung like a horse’ wasn’t that much to write home about as I had quite enough of that with you and it hadn’t always been that comfortable. Brett told me that with a little ‘encouragement’ from me that Gary would put decent lighting up in the loft for us.
I have to admit that your demure little wife was enjoying the attention and of course the sex, so on the spur of the moment I said, ‘Okay but no-one else and he, Gary that is, would need to be very discreet.’ A little later that day, Gary came by for his afternoon mug of tea and mentioned that Brett said I had a job for him to look at. Well by then I’d decided how I was going to play it, and so I’d changed into a short skirt, and I wasn’t wearing any knickers. Brett liked me shaved as well, so I was quite bald down there, so he wasn’t going to be under any illusions.”
“Bloody hell!” I interjected, “and you told me the doctor had told you to remain shaved after that internal he’d given you!”
Janet laughed. “You were very naive, you know, it was almost too easy to misdirect you when you were home. The big thing was that the boys, the workmen, were still coming around, so I had to make sure you wouldn’t get suspicious.
“Anyway, I told Gary to follow me up to the loft, and I’d show him what needed to be done.
“The weather was now warmer, and I had a shortish skirt on and of course no knickers. I climbed the steep, folding stairs up to the loft and waited. I stood at the top so that Gary got a good eyeful as he climbed up behind me. By the time he got there, I was wet in anticipation, and he was desperately trying to hide a huge boner.
I grinned at him and just said ‘I see you liked the view’ as I held his cock through his trousers. He went bright red and started to stutter his protest. I unzipped him and pulled out the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen, not that I’ve seen that many. It was larger than Brett’s.”
It was shaped like a curved scimitar and about as long and thick as yours but shaped like a normal banana is. Probably about the same length as you but oh so curved. I couldn’t resist eating him as best as I could, even though the shape made it quite difficult.”