Chapter 4: Reflection

I woke up in a strange mental place. I don’t know why but the very first thing I did was throw the duvet away, remove my nightie, and wriggle out of my panties, throwing it all on the floor. I stretched out and just lay there completely naked.

I don’t think I’d ever done this purposefully before, just been naked for naked’s sake. No one could see me. Chris wasn’t next to me, I could hear him downstairs. I didn’t even bother to look at the clock, I just didn’t care. I was revelling in my current state of, er, whatever’ness.

My mind soon wandered to the party. I still couldn’t get over how good the sex felt with Cindy. Both of them were mind blowing but on another level that I couldn’t describe. It couldn’t be the fact that her cock was simply bigger, could it? Could it be that people were watching us? I mean they both added to it, but there was something else. The second time when she fucked me, the feelings were super enhanced. I’d smoked that shit during the second one. So how’d the first one make such a difference?

I let this roll around in my head, I tried to move on but something in me needed to know. I needed to know because I soon realised that I wanted it again. It was like my eyes were being opened to a new world that had better things in it. Yes please I’ll have some of that. I quickly concluded that either it was simply a combination of the venue, the audience and the size thing or I’d been drugged. I shivered at the thought, and rolled to the side grabbing my phone.

‘Hey Cindy, OMG, last night was out of this world. I’m trying to make sense of it all. You were amazing, thank you. Did someone give me something before our first time?’

Strangely, I didn’t procrastinate on the message that I sent, simply typed and hit send. I put the phone back on the bed, laying on my back, grabbed a boob with one hand, letting my other drift down towards my pussy. Closing my eyes I gently let my hands wander. I wasn’t exactly masturbating, I was having a reflective moment.

What was this thing that Cindy and I had? Was I now attracted to her? I certainly really LOVED the feelings she gave me. She’d even said that she loved me, didn’t she? I did love to be around her. But she was a bad influence on me. I smirked as I thought that.

The smoking though, and whatever else. I looked over at my phone, but no reply yet. That pipe, the cigarette before, what were they? As I replayed the smoking, my nipples tingled. I fully knew that was because of what Cindy was chanting to me each time I smoked that stuff. God it feels good right now, putting both palms over my nipples. Whatever those drugs were, I liked them. They really made me feel sexual and the orgasms, so many and so powerful.

I heard myself sigh out loud as again my nipples throbbed. I actually closed my eyes and pictured myself with a roll up cigarette, like the ones Cindy smokes. With the extra whatever in them. I pictured it between my fingers, the taste and texture of the tainted air. Then the feel of the chemicals hitting my blood stream. I puffed out a breath, role playing the movement and feeling. God, again my nipples crinkled and stood to attention under my palms, throbbing with excitement.

I felt the bed vibrate, a message. With my eyes still closed I fumbled for my phone, bringing it in front of me I had to open them. It unlocked and jumped straight to Cindy’s reply.

‘Yes.’

Just simply honesty. I LOVED it. Dropping the phone back down at my side, the cold glass against my hip. They’d given me something that had made the first fucking special. I knew it. And I wasn’t upset or bothered at all. It made sense and answered my questions. Opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling I smirked, that little bitch, drugging me to make it special. I smirked more, I was getting the measure of her, I understood.

I wallowed on the bed in my own thoughts for a while. Simply enjoying being naked, letting my hands wander my body from time to time. Rolling a little, feeling the weight of my boobs as I did so. I had never done this before, I don’t know why I felt the need to, or why I was enjoying it. Maybe this was a new Saturday morning routine for me.

2 - Reconciliation

Eventually, I heard Chris coming up the stairs, I guess to see if I was awake yet. I still didn’t know what the time was and I hadn’t replied or asked Cindy any other questions. I heard him at our open bedroom doorway. Hah the door was open the entire time. I wonder if Claire had walked past and seen me like this? I moved to face the door, rolling to my front and propping my head up on my hands, elbows on the bed.

My husband smiled at me, “Oh you are up then.” I replied simply by returning his smile. He was standing in the doorward leaning on the frame, “How you feeling, sexy?”

I giggled, it was a lovely playful way to start the day, “I’m just great thank you, lovely hubby.” He grinned back, I could see his teeth, he liked being my ‘lovely hubby’, so I added to it, “Thank you for last night.”

I then thought, fuck it, and rolled onto my back. Feeling and letting my tits roll across my body, as they do. I sighed loudly and left silence to fill the space, closing my eyes. I could feel his gaze on me. I wondered if he would move towards me and kiss my face or grab a boob, or jump on top of me. Or, and I worried, did he think I was soiled?

That thought should have shocked and worried me, but something, today, had changed. Instead of worrying or over-thinking it, I simply sighed loudly.

He chuckled at me, “What’s going on babe?”

I sighed again, “I dunno. I feel different?” and I stretched my arm out high above my body, off the bed towards him.

“In what way? A good different?”

I wiggled and continued to stretch, “Yer I think so. I feel very good, happy, free, open, relaxed, peaceful.”

“Open?”

I heard the humour in his tone. I knew what he was referring to. I bit, “She was big, wasn’t she?”

“Ummhumm”

I then moved my hands down towards my pussy and felt around it. Did it feel different? “No, I don’t think I’m open.” Another sigh. He didn’t say anything for another minute. I stretched my back, tilting my head on the bed, looking back at him. He was upside down to me. “I’m sorry,” and I held this ridiculous pose for him.

He shook his head, “No need for sorry. I loved it too. You can do more. A lot more. When you’re ready. I don’t mind. In fact I encourage it. I want you to...” he caught himself.

I rolled over onto my stomach, still facing him, and looked up again. For no reason, I spread my legs wide and brought my heels up to touch my bum. I felt so playful, like I was 17 again. “Go on.”

He shook his head but smiled, “I want you to do whatever you want. Whatever you enjoy.” We both locked eyes and paused. I felt like I could feel his pulse, his heartbeat cascading through the room. I don’t think we were both turned on right now, so this wasn’t lust talking, this was love. I wanted to check with him. I wanted to ask him about the drugs thing. The prostitute thing. The shemale thing. The adultery. God any and all of it was crazy. I dunno why but I held my questions, instead smiling at him. He nodded and confirmed, “Whatever you enjoy. I’ll support you. I want this for us.”

We held the gaze again for the next few moments. Something was happening between us. Over 20 years of partnership, friendship, lives shared, something was changing. I don’t know what it was exactly, but it was some kind of strengthening of a bond. One that didn’t need either of us to say anything.

He knew it also, I could tell. He simply nodded, smiled and turned, as he walked away I quietly replied to him, “Thank you.”

3 - Parking

Sunday morning a surprise, early, text from Cindy, ‘Fancy spending some time together today? I was thinking of a walk at Highfields. Just you and I?’

It caught me out, something really I wasn’t expecting. It took all of Saturday for my mind to reset from the crazy party on Friday and the fact that Cindy, my girlfriend, had put her huge male cock into me twice that night. And the fact that my husband was happy and excited by it. Even thinking about it now had my nipples twinge at the memory again. Right now Chris was sleeping next to me, it was early, I dunno what had woken me up, seeing this message waiting for me troubled and excited me.

I simply stared at the phone for a few more minutes before I actually realised that I was overthinking it MASSIVELY. She wasn’t telling me to go over to her. She wasn’t dragging me to another party. She wasn’t offering anything kinky or sexy. In fact it was about the complete polar opposite, a walk in a public park. Chris and I used to do that sometimes, simply to enjoy the time together and the fresh air. You’d often see young families playing, older couples walking, sometimes ladies that lunch. I smiled as I visualised Cindy and I hand in hand walking around there. Oh tongues would waggle. I giggled out loud and Chris stirred.

I then had the strange thought of not telling him what I was doing. I mean I had nothing to hide and it really was about as simple as it gets. I struggled for a few moments with the thought of why I was thinking of not telling him. Was it the naughty thrill of doing something behind his back? I couldn’t quite work out why, but this morning, I’m going to cheat a little. I felt a shiver rush through my body. I quietly replied to Cindy a ‘yup, why not’.

The next hour or so had the butterflies in my stomach doing knots. I was worried about lying to Chris, but it was exciting so I carried on. Cindy had told me to wear something casual but sexy. I wasn’t sure what that really meant but ended up in some tight yoga leggings and a loose jumper that didn’t cover my ass, socks and trainers finished it off. I think this was sexy, I wasn’t really sure.

I managed to get Chris to believe that I was simply going for a walk. I don’t think I’d ever done that before on my own, so he was quite perplexed at my announcement and maybe even a little pissed off that he couldn’t come with me. When I said that I’d be an hour or so, he almost spluttered his tea across the room with a, ‘Good lord woman, where are you going?’ but we laughed it off and I met Cindy in her car just around the corner from our house.

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“Why are we parking over here?” As I said it out loud, my mind answered for me, ‘Why’d you think?’ Something untoward was going to happen. Cindy didn’t answer but simply continued to back the car into a parking space in the most secluded area possible. We were under a large tree and against a hedge. If you looked at us you’d very obviously see a car parked, but the occupants would be invisible from the dappled light falling around us.

She killed the engine and turned her body slightly towards me, smiling. God I nearly melted, she looked amazing. Her thin lips painted a dark but glossy red, I was disappointed that I’d not bothered with any. Her piercing grey eyes twinkling at me, I could see a little devil in there getting ready to attack. Her smirk broke as she bit her lower lip, “I’ve got blue balls from sitting next to you.”

My mouth fell open at the brazenness of her suggestion. I quickly scanned her body, my eyes taking in the swell of her breasts, and the perfect shape of her legs, of which there was plenty on display. The fact that this gorgeous female had just told me that she had blue balls for me, really screwed with my mind. My 40 odd years on earth understanding of men and women, the biological differences between them, this simply didn’t fit. But I knew better. I knew what was, somehow hidden, just slightly out of sight. My eyes were back to her face, she looked flushed, embarrassed. Oh god, I swooned as she chewed her lip again.

Her arm slowly extended towards me, her palm calmly touching the side of my right breast. Her thumb sliding around, hunting for my nipple. Finding it, she applied a little pressure and circled it. I felt it. I felt it so much. Without a doubt it erupted and grew, she continued to assault it as she whispered, “I need you.”

She then did something with her hips, legs and free hand that confused me. Her free hand popped to the front of her skirt and as she moved her hips and slightly parted her legs it was as if she was adjusting her underwear, through her clothes. My eyes were locked onto where her skirt was adjusted as I realised that she had just adjusted herself, exactly like a man needs to as his cock started to fill with blood and become erect. I’d seen Chris do that a thousand times. And now there it was, a bulge starting to tent and pull at her skirt.

“Ugghhh,” I moaned quietly at her, unable to help myself as she continued the manipulation of my nipple. A strange erotic tension was filling the air. Her free hand simply fell to the side of her hip as the bulge in her skirt continued to grow and fill. The hand on my boob started to move around my entire breast, no longer her thumb focusing on my nipple, her entire palm feeling my boob through my clothes.

She was such a sexual being. So different from me and where my life had been up to now. In fact even now it was so obvious that she was controlling this. I mean we were in a public place and she was trying, very successfully, to seduce me. Only a few weeks ago I’d only ever had sex with my husband and I had never had drugs. She was changing my very core, everything that I’d become through my life was being uprooted. I wanted to run, to be safe, to avoid this craziness, but I sat there. Enjoying her attention and the feeling her hand was having on my breast. I was letting her change me.

Then it happened, the tip of her cock appeared from under her skirt, pushing it up as her cock expanded. There it was, looking right at me. Pulse by pulse more cock started to appear. I was hypnotised by it, suddenly it didn’t matter, where or why we were here, this was my entire world.

At this point she turned in the small car to fully face me, the movement making her skirt give up. It was now around her pubic bone, her cock clear of its confines. I could also now see that a thong was pulled to one side, a bright blue one, almost now framing her cock and balls. It was now pointing straight at me, pulsing and solid. It looked monstrous and delightful at the same time. How the hell had she put that inside me. A sound escaped my throat as the memory of that night emanated through me. At the same moment I’d swear I felt damp immediately, as if I’d just slightly peed myself but I knew I hadn’t. My pussy had literally emergency lubricated itself as if it was getting ready.

Cindy’s hand left my boob her voice broke the silence, “Put your lips around my cock Emily.”