Chapter 2: Karen's Second Adventure

Karen had gotten up early this morning and showered. She couldn't sleep. Last night was just like the other recent nights. When Jim kissed her she thought of Bob. Good wives didn't think of other men at times like that, or anytime at all for that matter. She tried to put Bob out of her mind. She didn't even know his last name.

The previous weekend had upset her. She had acted like a slut and she wasn't a slut. She was a respectable wife with a child and a nice home. She was a teacher in a nice school. However it wasn't exactly an accident that she had acted like such a slut the weekend before. She and Jim had always enjoyed acting out their fantasies together, but she would never have imagined that she would ever do anything like that. Now she couldn't forget it. A stranger had fucked her and her husband had watched. When it was over she had gotten a drink and fucked some more. Maybe it was the alcohol she had drunk that night or, more likely, it was something that had been building up over the years. The Karen that everybody knew would never do anything like that.

She dried off in front of the mirror. Her nipples hardened as the towel rubbed against them. Jim liked her nipples. He said that they were the perfect size, large nipples on small pert breasts. He loved to kiss them. He liked to cum on them and then lick his cum off as she orgasmed again and again. Why was she thinking so much about sex? It happened once, but she would never let it happen again. As she stood staring blankly at the mirror her right hand reached down toward the soft juncture of her thighs. She didn't even know his last name. Her fingers parted the dark hair of her mound. She had enjoyed fucking him. Her fingers parted the lips. He husband watched Bob fuck her. Her fingers slowly entered her cunt. She wasn't a slut. The orgasm started slowly and she felt her knees weaken.

Jim was asleep and didn't see or hear her. The towel had dropped to the floor as her eyes closed leaving her naked except for the towel around her head. Here she was behaving badly. She had to get these thoughts out of her mind. Think of her child and her husband. It would never happen again. She swore it. It was just a fantasy, and that was okay, but she would never let Jim talk her into it again. She was a respectable woman, not a slut.

She liked the dark blue suit. It fit her well. She liked the way the blouse showed off her chest under the jacket, pretty yet modest. She was glad she had selected the lacey bra and matching lace undies, the padding hid her nipples. The skirt was to her knees, however the slit allowed a generous view of her thighs if she sat just right. It was the perfect outfit to wear for the first meeting with Aaron's parents.

Aaron had been a problem child since the first week of school. He was continuously talking and distracting the other students. She had asked his parents to come to school for a conference. They were new in the district and she wanted to make them feel welcome and at the same time she wanted to understand Aaron. She had always handled these situations very well in the past. This was the Karen that she knew best, not the Karen of last week.

She kissed Jim on the cheek as she left. The drive from Libertyville to Gurnee was short, but long enough to let her emotions settle down. As she parked the car she was back to normal. Karen headed for the office right away to check for messages and grab a quick drink before starting her day.

Her friend Beth saw her approach and asked if she was feeling okay.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Karen said. "I've not been sleeping very well."

"What's the problem? You and Jim having a spat?" asked Beth

" No, nothing like that. It's just that since last weekend everything in our lives has changed. I'm not sure who I am any more." She knew she shouldn't say too much to Beth about what happened, but it may be too late to back down.

"Do you want to talk?"

"Maybe at lunch. Got to run now. I have an early conference with Aaron's parents." Karen then shook the thoughts from her head and headed for the classroom. Mrs. Bartolucci was covering for her first period and she checked in briefly and got her files before heading to the empty classroom for her 9:00 conference. This is the real me, not the one last weekend. Karen sat on the low classroom table and tried to keep her mind on the upcoming conference with Aaron's parents, but her mind kept drifting to her night with Bob and his wonderful cock. Jim had talked her into it, but she had been a willing partner. Never again. It would never happen again.

"Hello, are you Aaron's teacher." The voice broke her reverie and she looked up startled. It took a moment for her to regain her wits and focus on the voice. "I'm Aaron's dad." She looked up and for the first time stared into the man's face.

"You're Bob."

"And your Karen."

"I'm so embarrassed." Karen didn't blush often, but this time she felt the blush start in her cheeks and warm her body downward until the heat settled in the hard knobs at the tip of her breasts and in the moist crescent between her thighs. She looked back up and Bob smiled. "What are you smiling about?" It was not the most professional reaction.

"I think I am going to like working with Aaron's teacher. I'm now glad that Sue didn't come along. How's Jim?"

"He's fine." She gathered her wits the best she could under the circumstances. How could fate be so cruel as to confront her with the man that had stirred her soul in the most wicked way? Here was the owner of the 7-_ cock before her. Here was the man that fucked her while her husband Jim watched and then cleaned up her pussy with his tongue. "I don't think we should have the conference now."

"Why, is Aaron doing better?"

"No. I just can't stay here and talk with you." She turned to go and then thought better of it. "No, let's talk about Aaron." And she did. She talked at great length about her concern and her suggestions to help.

She was very professional. As the conversation went on she relaxed more. She was sitting on one of the classroom tables meant for a youngster. Bob looked a little silly in one of small chairs, but she, on the other hand, looked very appealing, as her modest skirt with the slit became less modest. She was comfortable talking to Bob and for awhile the events from the previous weekend were almost forgotten. She followed his eyes as they talked. He was staring at her legs and the thigh that peeked out through the slit. She paused for a moment, took a deep breath and resumed the conversation. However she did not adjust her skirt. In fact she uncrossed her legs and followed Bob's eyes as they strained to see higher. She was glad that she had worn the lace set. Karen wondered what he could see. Did he see the lace and the soft moist spot that was beginning to form? She in turn stared at the slow movement starting between his legs. The khakis started to bulge in a very memorable way.

She looked up and Bob grinned. He had caught her staring at his cock. Karen blushed again but her legs remained parted.

"I think if we can keep Aaron focused on what he is doing, he will be less of an interruption to the rest of the class. We all need to try to keep focused. I would appreciate your continued help. Maybe Mrs. Johnson can come to the follow up meeting."

"Yes, thanks. I have to get back to work." Then he surprised her by adding, "Say hello to Jim."

"Okay, I will." But would she really tell Jim? And why did he bring up Jim's name?

"I'll be at Journey's End in Mundelein at ten. Goodbye." He walked out the door and left Karen stunned. Why had he mentioned the club and why the time. She had a one time affair. She wasn't going to let it happen again. She would talk to Jim tonight. He would laugh at her story and they would stay home and make love. Friday's were for Jim.

Karen was pleased with the conference. She too was glad that Sue had not come. After the initial embarrassment she enjoyed her chat with Bob. She also liked him looking at her legs and the dark area above. She always wore panties, but she almost wished that today she had gone without them.

Well, that was that. She enjoyed her professional approach and also enjoyed the fantasy. She would have to tell Jim about it. She was ready for Jim tonight. Maybe he could pretend to be Bob and kiss her nipples and then fuck her like Bob had done. She was not a slut but she did have a very good imagination. Her pussy was getting very wet just thinking about what she and Jim would do tonight.

At lunch she took a walk outside to clear her head. As she walked towards the bench, she saw Beth approach from the other direction. "Hi, so what's this big change you're talking about? Do you want to talk now? I have a little time before I have to get back."

Karen thought for a moment. She liked Beth and she really needed to talk to someone besides Jim. "Promise me you won't think I'm weird if I tell you something."

"Karen, you're no more weird than the rest of the world. Did you rob a bank or something?" Beth laughed and set down next to Karen on the bench. Karen liked Beth. She was a pretty woman and could be trusted with confidences. Jim liked her too, but for a very different reason. Compared to Karen her breasts were huge. They were a part of his fantasy.

"Do you and your husband ever play games?" Karen asked.

"Like Monopoly or cards?"

"No games in the bedroom. Like sexy things to help make sex more fun."

Beth looked away for a second and then turned and smiled, "I think everyone has fantasies. We have a few that we talk about together, and I have some I could never tell my husband." She paused and then asked, "If that's what's bothering you, don't worry."

"Have you ever tried out any of your fantasies?"

"Barry is always trying to get me to go out without underwear. I'm too large to go out without a bra, but I have tried a couple of times without the bottoms. I wasn't real comfortable but Barry loved it. I think he likes men to look at me as a sexy person rather than a Jewish mom. In Jamaica two years ago he bought me a very small knit bikini that I wore a few times. When it was wet you could see through it. I had also shaved most of my hair off so it wasn't too obvious. We also drove over to Negril Beach and I took my top off. Most of the people were nude. I think the guys liked looking at me. Barry seemed to enjoy it too. We had a great afternoon of sex. There now do you feel better?"

"Do you ever think about other people when you play these games?" Karen continued to press Beth hoping that Beth's answers would validate her own behavior.

"Barry likes small breasted women. He once told me he thinks of you sometimes when we make love. I sometimes think of another man but he is always faceless. Why, what's going on."

"If it makes you feel any better, Jim sometimes drools looking at your 36Ds." Karen paused, thought for a second and continued. "Jim and I play these games where he encourages me to be with another man. I find it exciting. In fact our actions and conversation get very graphic. Last weekend we went out and everything just seemed to happen."

"So what did you do. Flash a little to a stranger?" Beth laughed again. "I don't think I could do it, even for Aaron; but there's nothing wrong with that."

"No, we did more than that." Karen then gave her a cleaned up version of what happened, including the fact that Jim was there. "It happened quickly and I'm embarrassed to say that I enjoyed it. It was better than the fantasy. I didn't even know Bob's last name. He was just Bob with the big thing." They both laughed. "Today I had a conference with the parent of one of my students. I looked up and there was Bob. I was mortified at first, but then I relaxed and really enjoyed talking with him."

"Oh my god, Karen. Are you going to tell Jim?"

"I think I will, but I won't tell him that bob is going to be at Journeys End tonight."

"You're not going to actually go there are you?"

"I really don't know. I was excited, but I don't want this to get out of control." She looked down at the ground for a moment and sat silently. The feeling was there again. The warm opening waiting to be filled. She wanted it filled. "Beth, what should I do?"

"You have a good husband and a gorgeous child. Be careful, you don't want to lose Jim no matter how good a lover Bob is. I've got to go. Good luck, Hon."

The afternoon dragged by slowly. She stayed professional, but her behavior did not stop the desire that had been building in her loins. When the bell rang it surprised her, breaking up her daydream. When the last of the kids were on the bus the weekend had officially begun. Maybe Jim would take her dancing again, like last weekend. Well, maybe not exactly like last weekend. They could stay home and after the baby was asleep they would have the living room to themselves. They could watch a movie together on the VCR; maybe she could talk Jim into renting one of those XXX rated ones. They would have fun together, just her and Jim.

Dinner was fun; she had fixed a Mexican dinner complete with tortillas and guacamole sauce. They had laughed and made plans for the evening as they ate. After she cleaned off the table and was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Jim slipped up behind her started massaging her breasts. She was caught off guard, but was pleased with the attention, especially the attention there. He unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the front closure. She closed her eyes and leaned backward. Jim rolled her left nipple between his fingertips as she moaned appreciatively. His right hand found the slit in her skirt and started massaging her thigh. He reached higher until he felt the lacey front panel of her briefs. "You're wet." It was simply a comment. Karen sighed deeply and placed her hand over his as it cupped her mound. With very little effort his fingers pushed aside the lace and penetrated her opening.

"Oh my god, please Bob put it in, make me cum." She tightened her pussy around the intruding fingers. Her nipples were taut and then she came. It was sudden and intense. It was not meant to be shared with anyone else. It was for her and nothing else mattered. "Oh, oh, oh. Umm." She relaxed and leaned back into Jim. "Thanks, that was wonderful. I love you."

Of course, Jim had heard her. She had called him Bob without realizing it. Strangely enough he was not angry. Was she pretending? Did she mean to call him Bob? Instead of asking he turned her around and kissed her. "You are beautiful and very, very sexy. I love it when guys look at you. It makes me proud to be your husband. You also have the best nipples in the state."

"Better than Beth's?" She grinned and kissed him back. This was going to be a great night.

They had the house to themselves. Jim sat beside her on the couch and watched the evening news. He placed his hand on her thigh enjoying the heat radiating from her skin. Karen had enjoyed the sex after dinner, now she was ready for more. She was daydreaming and Jim had to ask twice, "How was your conference with Aaron's parents?"

She was dreading this moment, not sure how she was going to tell Jim. There was now no room to maneuver, she told him the truth. Jim had no immediate reaction, nor could she read his face. He sat silently without interrupting as she retold the story for the second time today. She even told him about her conversation with Beth. He stood up and went into the kitchen. She thought he was angry, but couldn't tell. He came back with a coke and asked, "Well, are you going?"

"I found him very exciting. I loved the way he stared at my panties and the way his pants bulged when he looked at me. It was fun, just like when we play, but I love you."

"Do you want to go?" he asked.

"Yes." She said. "Yes I want to go, but it's wrong. Isn't it?"

"I think you should go. See what happens. Pamper your self. If you can get past the guilt, you may actually enjoy it." He sat back down beside her put his arm around her shoulder. He lifter her chin up with his left hand and kissed her softly on the lips. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever met."

"Sexier than Beth?" She playfully grabbed his crotch and felt the hardening cock. "Is it getting hard because you're looking at me or because you're thinking of Beth?"

"Neither, I was thinking of you and Bob. You better get dressed."

"Aren't you coming too?" Karen wanted his support. She wanted him to be there as a safety net. What if Bob was not going to be there? She felt foolish going to a bar by herself.

"You'll do just fine. Go get dressed."

It didn't take long to shower and dress. She picked out a light blue pair of high cut bikinis and put them on. She stood in front of her closet for a long time trying to find the right dress. She pulled out a blue floral summer dress that she had only worn a couple of times. She had worn it in Aruba. Jim liked the way it clung to her narrow hips. Her tan also nicely contrasted with the blue of the dress. She felt flirty and a little wicked. She slipped the dress over her head not bothering to put on a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible under the dress, but the bar would be dark and no one would notice. She bent to slip on the white sandals and she was ready. Ready for what? Even Karen didn't have the answer.