Chapter 5: Four Days

Despite her broken night’s sleep, Harriet was up early and feeling very energised the next morning. She got the kids out to school and Andrew settled in his home office with coffee, before crossing the road to see Anne.

Anne invited her in. “I’m sorry about what I said the other evening, I shouldn’t have put it like that”, she said as she made Harriet a coffee.

Harriet had already forgotten about the perceived slight towards her husband, and looked across at her puzzled. Anne decided not to explain further.

“No, it’s just that Andrew is working from home today and he’ll kill me if he sees me taking in any parcels for Number 2”, Harriet explained.

“Oh, no bother”, said Anne, “I’ll keep a lookout for the postman. Like a hawk”, she smiled, and then added “ Maybe I’ll get a fun afternoon myself”, with a conspiratorial wink.

Harriet didn’t know whether she was joking or not. She hoped she was.

“Anyway, how’s it all going”, asked Anne.

Harriet felt embarrassed talking about it. “Well I know how he’s making the money now”, was all she said.

“Well be careful”, said Anne. You know that’s all this is to him”.

Harriet didn’t want to believe that and tried to change the subject, “He has taste though. He has very nice bed sheets”.

“Oh, I bought those for him”, replied Anne.

“You bought them?”

“Well he paid for them ... in many ways including the money “, she laughed, “but I went out and chose them. He told me to get a set that would appeal to the right kind of woman”.

Harriet didn’t respond, she was thinking about how all deliberately arranged it seemed.

Having finished her coffee, Harriet returned home. She checked on Andrew who was still working diligently. She went to the bedroom and secretly looked at her gallery again, checking the likes and comments. She opened the picture of her Queen of Spades certificate and smiled, enjoying the notoriety of it all. Laying back on the bed she let her fingers massage her pussy, conscious that Andrew could walk it at any moment.

She felt restless and decided she couldn’t spend all day in the house with Andrew present. She decided to go to the gym.

Harriet normally went to the gym on a Thursday, but had allowed things to get in the way of her usual routine. She smiled to herself as she drove to the leisure centre, remembering the alternative exercise regime she had been participating in this past week.

Once at the gym she changed and started her usual program of exercise. She was running on the treadmill when she saw him.

A black man skipping with ropes. She watched him as he moved gracefully in his rhythm. He looked around a similar age as Witness, probably a few years younger, and looked very similar to her eyes. He had more muscle tone, so probably stronger ... bigger? She wondered if he had been with any white women, and what his cock tasted like. She certainly wouldn’t mind doing the Double Dutch with him. She laughed as she remembered the old skipping games she’d played as a child. She thought it was strange that so much of how she was feeling in herself was bringing back memories of more innocent times, given the activities that had made her feel this way.

She looked across the gym and her eyes met with another woman. She looked to be around 30 and she was smiling back at Harriet with a look that said “I’m watching him too. He’s nice isn’t he?”. Feeling embarrassed at being found out she fixed her eyes on the treadmill display and focussed on finishing her 5K.

The leisure centre still had old style communal changing rooms and showers, and after finishing her exercise program Harriet busied herself with getting showered and changed. She’d always been self-conscious about being naked, even around other women. She saw the woman again, this time giving her an impressed “Get you, girl! Respect!” look, and Harriet suddenly realised with horror, that the Queen of Spades tattoo on her bottom must have been clearly on display. She hurriedly dressed and rushed out of the gym wishing that the earth would swallow her up.

Once in her car she calmed down. Being a Friday these weren’t the usual women she exercised with, and she didn’t think she knew any of them. She hoped no one knew who she was either.

Once home she locked herself straight in the bathroom and grabbed the removal spray and scrubbed the tattoo off. She vowed to be more careful in future.

The afternoon passed quickly, with one eye on her gallery and another on Witness’s van which was now parked on his drive. She wondered what he was doing this afternoon.

Friday was always takeaway evening, although Harriet was very aware that this was the third day in a row for the children. It was Daniel’s turn to pick and he chose pizza as he always did. The delivery driver was black, and Harriet took the pizza’s from him with a smile, looking him up and down, wondering if it had always been like this or if the universe was deliberately teasing her.

Later that evening Harriet showered. She took her razor in with her and went over her pussy again, maintaining its smoothness. She emerged wrapped in a towel to be confronted by Andrew who had decided to follow her example and shower himself. As she stood in the ensuite door she smiled at him and opened her towel, showing him her bare pussy.

He looked at her. All he said was “Why?”.

“I just thought I’d see how it felt”, she replied, adding “I see a lot of it at the gym”, as explanation.

He laughed. “I don’t want to know what goes on in women’s changing rooms”, and went for his shower.

When he emerged he found Harriet, still in her towel, sat on the bed. She gestured him to lay down next to him. He did as he was asked.

Folding back his towel she looked at his cock, and started to stroke it gently. He lay back smiling.

It quickly became erect in her hands and Harriet bent over and took him in her mouth. He instinctively tried to push her away, but she shook her head and he lay back letting her suck him.

He wasn’t as big as Witness and she accommodated him comfortably in her mouth. She could almost take in his whole length before he touched the back of her throat, and even then she found she could push further and take it all in without choking. He tasted of their brand of soap. She was very familiar with it’s aroma and the taste wasn’t unpleasant. Underneath she could detect a salty tang, but it wasn’t as strong or as exotic as Witness. She made a mental note to examine his bathroom products next time she was there.

It didn’t take long for Andrew to build to a climax and he made a panicked noise and tried to push her off as he came. She held fast and took his cum in her mouth. There was nowhere near the amount that Witness had produced and she swallowed it easily. She rose to look at him, pleased with her achievement.

He looked horrified. “What’s wrong?”, she asked.

He didn’t know how to respond. “Nothing. It’s just you’ve never done that before. I ... I didn’t know what to do.”

She smiled at him and kissed him. “You don’t need to do anything, just let me do it “.

“But why? Why now?”

“It’s been 16 years”, she replied, “maybe I just want to know what it’s like too?”.

He nodded. It had made him uncomfortable, but he thought he understood.

That night he fucked her without a condom at her insistence. It was the first time in many years that she had requested sex, rather than wait for him to show his signal.

The next morning the family had a late breakfast. The atmosphere was happy and relaxed and Andrew ruffled his wife’s hair as he passed her at the table.

“What’s wrong with you two?”, moaned Hannah, picking up her plate and taking her toast to her room. They heard her voice call back down the stairs, “Gross”. Harriet looked at Andrew and laughed. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about her for a while yet. Daniel remained seated at the table, his eyes fixed on his tablet by his bowl. He didn’t notice anything.

Harriet went shopping and prepared a fresh salad for evening tea, to make up for the takeaways they had eaten that week. It was after their meal that things suddenly changed.