The next morning I left a little after ten.
I was already horny, and impatient to see Harry again.
I had no hesitation and wasn't feeling guilty about cheating on my husband and lying to him. I was just impatient to see Harry again. I fantasized about what would do and the multiple orgasms he would give me.
In my mind 'my secret life', having sex with Harry, had nothing to do with Frank. The same was true for Harry — my life with Frank didn’t concern him. With Harry it was strictly sexual satisfaction. I was willing to do with him, and for him, sexual acts that I would be ashamed to do with Frank. Sex was one thing, love was another.
It was like I had become two different persons— one the married woman, the other the cheater whose sexual satisfaction was the only thing that mattered. That woman wanted to explore all the pleasures that sex could bring. I still naively believed that I could carry on with a double life without harmful consequences to my marriage.
When I arrived at our rendezvous, I headed for the bar to get a drink. I was pleasantly surprised to see Harry already there, waiting for me. As I approached his table, he stood up to pull out my chair while I sat, and then he ordered drinks for us.
He sat and with a big smile said, “Julie it’s nice to see you again.”
“Harry, to be perfectly honest, I thought that our time together at the auction would be a onetime thing.”
“I am happy that you changed your mind,” he told me, reaching across the table and putting his hand over mine.
“Let’s say that the way that you made me feel had a lot to do with my being here today.”
“Thanks for the compliment," Harry chuckled as he replied, "but I don’t deserve much credit. Your many charms made it a joy and a pleasure to make love with you.”
Henry had already reserved a room, so when we finished our drinks, we headed there. I had been unbelievably horny since leaving home that morning and I couldn’t wait to get into bed with him. We hugged and kissed on the way.
We wasted no time in getting naked and in bed, where we exchanged long passionate kisses. Harry kissed and licked and gave me little love bites over my whole body. I was moaning and encouraging him, twisting and turning on the bed under his caresses. When his mouth reached my breasts, I went crazy. I could feel my juices running between my thighs.
Frank had never been much into foreplay, only now with Harry I realized what I had been missing.
He sucked my nipples; he licked them and lightly bit and gave them little pulls. I was not just moaning and groaning, I was screaming with pleasure. One of his hands began to caress my pussy. By this time I was begging to be fucked.
Harry moved down my body, until his head was between my thighs. As he began sucking my clit, Harry gently pushed a thumb into my back hole. That sent me over the edge, and once again I screamed and twisted as a great orgasm overtook me
“God, Harry, that was great," I gasped out, "Don’t torture me anymore, please fuck me.”
He finally mounted me, and fucked me for a long time, lifting my ass to penetrate me deeper and harder. I was begging to be fucked harder and faster. I had a few smaller orgasms before he came. When Harry finally came again, he filled me with what felt like a huge load of hot cum. I nearly fainted from the orgasm I got from that!
He lay there on top, his cock in me, for a long time afterwards, something Frank never did. I really enjoyed it, as it gave me a series of little 'aftershocks' in my pussy. When he rolled off me, I took him in my mouth to clean and milk him dry. I loved the taste of his cum. We rested hugging and gently caressing each other.
After that rather vigorous mating, we rested for a fairly long time.
“Julie, I want to fuck you doggy style this time,” Harry asked, when we had recovered. I happily acquiesced to his suggestion.
I took him in my mouth again to make sure he was good and hard before getting up on my knees with my head on the pillows. Harry kissed the back of my neck as he approached behind me, tantalizing me even more. He caressed my cunt with his hand as he kissed me, starting with my shoulders and working his way down slowly to my lower back. I was desperate and begging him to take me hard. This was simple, primitive fucking, his hands pulling my hips back into him, his cock slamming into me. We reached our climax together and he collapsed, exhausted, on top of me.
By the time we have recovered enough to look at the clock; we noticed that it was already past noon. Harry ordered steaks and a carafe of wine from the restaurant attached to the motel. Having a meal naked, with a man who was also naked, seemed very erotic and hot to me. I guess that I wasn't the only one who felt that way, given Harry's words after we'd finished eating.
“Julie, you know, you have a magnificent ass. I’d like to put my cock up there.”
This scared me. I imagined all sorts of pain and discomfort. On the other hand, I liked his thumb when he put it in there, and it had sent me over the edge in big way. But his cock was a lot bigger than his thumb.
“I’d like to try that too, Harry, but I’m afraid of the pain. Your thumb is the biggest thing I ever had in my ass."
Harry nodded his understanding of my concern.
“I have a tube of K-Y. And I’ll be very gentle and slow.”
The mere thought was getting me very aroused. I'd never had anal sex before. But above all, I wanted to please Harry and had fantasized about allowing him to use me. I knew that with him, it would be strictly sex. Once I had decided to see him again, I intended to do things for him that I didn’t do with Frank.
I could see Harry was getting hard again just thinking about my tight, virgin, ass wrapped around his cock. I wanted to take him in my mouth, but I resisted the temptation. He would need all of his energy to do my back hole.
“If you promise to be slow and gentle Harry I’m ready to try,” I told Harry, trying not to seem too anxious.
I got in position on the bed while Harry got the tube of K-Y. I sensed him behind me as he kissed my neck and shoulders. I flinched slightly when I felt his finger rimming my back hole, followed by the nozzle of the lube gently entering my anal passage. I moaned and moved my ass against it. The K-Y was cool as he squeezed a liberal amount in my ass. The sensation was pleasant, and I found myself moaning louder.
One of his hands began to caress my clit, while he used his other hand to push the lube deeper in, moving it around to loosen me up. Harry inserted two fingers and twisted gently, moving them in and out slowly. I was beside myself with pleasure. I pushed my ass against his fingers to get them deeper.
“Harry," I whispered to him over my shoulder, "please put your cock in there. But slowly at first.”
He lined the head of his penis with my hole. I tried to relax as he pushed the head in. At first there was resistance, but with a pop it went in. There was a little pain, but not nearly as bad as I had feared. He stopped his inward movement to let me relax. The pain subsided, to be replaced by a sensation that was entirely unique and new to me.
Slowly and gently, a little at the time, Harry resumed pushing his cock in. It was not long before I was pushing back to meet his strokes. There was still a little pain, but it only added to my pleasure. Soon he had his full length in, and he stopped again, letting me get used to it.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes, Harry please. I need my ass fucked.” By then, I really wanted it badly.
He fucked my ass with long slow strokes which I met by pushing back. One of his hands went back to rubbing my clit, and he had a handful of my hair with the other. Soon, I was begging to be fucked harder, and to my surprise, I was having orgasms from this. Harry pulled harder on my hair, and with a grunt pushed into my bowels as far in as he could go. I felt in his hot cum spurt into me, which sent me over the top for a final, mind blowing, earth shattering orgasm. .
We were both completely sated. The rest of the afternoon was spent cuddling, caressing and pillow talk. Before leaving, we had another 'quickie' and I took him in my mouth one last time to milk him dry and soft.
Our time together had come to an end, at least for that day. We showered, dressed, exchanged kisses, and promised to see each other again. Before going on our separate ways, he handed me the box with the statuettes.
I missed him already. I regretted that it was over so soon.
I stopped by the boutique to deliver the statuettes to Margot. She looked at me with her conspiratorial smile.
“How was your day Julie? I hope you have not been a bad girl,” she asked, knowing that the complete opposite was true.
I shrugged my shoulders, and answered looking as innocent as I possibly could.
“My day was great. I have been a good girl for someone. But my ass feels funny, not sore — just funny. I came hard from my ass being taken. I was surprised.”
“You gave him your ass?" Margot replied, looking astounded, "You are a real hot little thing aren’t you?”
“Don’t you do it with Maurice?” I asked, curious now.
“Of course I do, and I get off on it too,” came her smug answer.
“Now that you've had your ass taken and liked it, maybe you’d like to try a D/P with two men?” she said, planting yet another sexual sex into my imagination.
“Margot, I don’t think I would go that far,” at least for now, I thought to myself.
“How about a woman and a man together?”
I laughed, “You have a dirty mind, Margot.”
“I’m sure," she stated, pointing a finger in my direction, "you would love it.”
“Don’t tempt me Margot.”
The image of a woman doing me with a harness in the front, while a man took my ass was arousing. Margot noticed.
“You seem interested Julie. Oh you naughty, naughty girl, you!”
We said good night and I went home. But I had not denied being interested. The thought was not unpleasant; maybe someday?
***
I was exhausted. But I had felt no regret or remorse. Frank would never know; I would refuse him nothing in bed. My meetings with Harry for sex were only that — sex. It was something completely separate from, and it would not have any adverse effects on my marriage.
How wrong I was.
My affair with Harry had been going on for a little over a year. It was easy to find an excuse to meet with him.
I had progressed to the point where I was attending the auctions by myself. Margot would tell me what items she was interested in, based on the catalog, and set the upper limits of my bidding. Margot had even put me on commission for items that I bought or sold. I managed quite well generally, and usually spent the night with Harry. It was also easy to arrange false deliveries or pick-up of items I'd acquired.
Unfortunately, it got to the point that I was impatient and frustrated if I didn’t see Harry for awhile. He had become a need, worse I had developed emotional feeling for Harry. It was now more than just sex, but I didn’t fully realize this. In retrospect, I refused to face that fact.
One day at the boutique, we were doing cleanup and inventory after closing time. Frank was working evening, so there was no rush for me to get home. Margot and I were sitting on the sofa in her office taking a break.
“You seem frustrated Julie,” she observed.
“I haven’t been with Harry for a couple of weeks. I need a good fucking.”
She sat closer to me and put her hand on my thigh. I let her rub me. Her hand was soft and gentle. After a few seconds, I spread my legs wider to give her access to the inside of my thighs. She wrapped her other arm around my shoulder and kissed me. I found myself returning her kiss, and I let one of my hands go to her thigh. Being kissed by a woman was so different from my expectations. Her lips were soft and moist, and warmer than any man I had kissed.
I let Margot put her hand inside my panties, where she started to caress my cunt. Her kisses had moved from my face, to my neck, and I knew she wanted her mouth on my breasts. I slipped off my bra, and her lips found my nipples. She was driving me crazy with lust and desire. My panties were soaked, and I was twisting uncontrollably on the sofa.
“Julie," Margot said, lifting her head from my engorged nipples, "get naked. I need to have my mouth and tongue on you and in you.”
I practically ripped off my remaining clothes, and Margot was like a wild woman, starving for my pussy. Her lips and tongue were soft, and she knew just where and when to lick and suck, when to be hard, when to be light, when to be fast, and when to be slow. I was going wild, my hips bucking on their own, beyond my control. She pushed a couple fingers into my slit and a finger from her other hand into my back hole. I grabbed her head and pulled her even tighter to me, as I got off hard, with a big long, satisfying orgasm.
It took a minute for me to recover, after which I told Margot that I wanted to return the favor. It would be my first time doing a woman.
I know that I was not nearly as skilled as Margot performing oral sex on another woman, but I managed to make her cum. It was so erotic for me that I got off again when she did.
Afterwards, lying there in the afterglow, we kissed again and held each other tight.
Margot was the first to speak.
“That was exquisite, Julie. For a first timer you were great. I hope we can to this again.”
“Yes, I hope so too,” was my languid response.
“Next time I’ll use my strap on. It is a different kind of satisfaction that I think you'll enjoy. Tonight we don’t have time. If we don't get going, you won’t be home until morning.”
We were to repeat this many times and I did enjoy her harness with its big, long, dong, which Margot used in both of my holes.