by Vivi King
By the time I arrived home that evening, the house was full. All three kids had arrived along with one girlfriend and their four Grandparents. Thank goodness our house was large! We hugged and laughed and talked and drank before dinner, then my parents returned to their own house while a few of us went to Midnight Mass.
As we walked home in the early hours of Christmas morning I realized that, for the first time since my affair had begun nearly two months ago, I hadn’t thought about sex for nearly five hours.
***
The following morning was Christmas Day. I woke early as usual and had a little while on my own to read my email messages and even add a paragraph or two to my latest story before the rest of the household woke.
The day itself went about as well as I can remember. My parents returned for lunch and nothing spoiled the day. Later, full of food, we all sat and watched the Queen’s Christmas message like tens of millions of households throughout the world. It felt... normal.
The presents were a success too, with almost all clothes fitting first time for a change. My daughter’s boots turned out to be the right size for me too which was an unexpected bonus. I noticed they were spirited up to her room very quickly when I wasn’t looking!
Tony and I exchanged a few sneaky texts. He loved his cufflinks; his present to me turned out to be Acqua di Parma cologne which was a great call on his part. I had liked it for a long while and it turned out to be one of his favourites too so guess what I was to wear on our next date!
Pete surprised me by having two sets of presents for me; one set for ‘Mummy Penny’ and another couple of gifts for ‘Hotwife Penny’ hidden in our bedroom. The latter included six pairs of sexy panties for my dates – two black, two white, one red and one cream; three thongs and three high cut thigh.
No doubt he planned for each pair to be used only once, soiled with semen then added to his collection. The idea was a bit creepy but they were lovely; some were silk, some satin but were all sexy and expensive. They made me feel sexy too when I tried them on in front of him that night.
His other present for me was a surprise and gave me a real thrill.
Pete had bought me a Pandora charm bracelet which looked very much like the ones our daughter and many of my friends wore, but with an important difference. My bracelet had only four charms so far; one discreetly bearing the letter ‘H’, another with the letter ‘P’ alongside. I looked at him for an explanation.
“’H’ is for Hotwife. ‘P’ is for Penny,” he smiled.
There were a couple of 'spacers' then two pretty blue glass charms with heart motifs, one each side of the letters.
“Those are to mark your dates. Each time you get fucked, you earn a new charm.”
“Wow!” was all I could say. “You’ve really thought it out.”
He smiled, pleased.
“The blue ones are for your dates with Tony. He’s fucked you twice - officially - so there are two of them. If you ever have other boyfriends, I’ll buy you a different colour charm for each one.”
“Other boyfriends?” I asked. “We’re only just coming to terms with the first one.”
He blushed.
“That might not always be the case, Penn,” Pete said softly.
I was gob smacked. It was an amazing idea. Pete explained that I should wear the bracelet every day, discreetly flaunting my infidelity in a way only he and I would understand. The more unfaithful I was, the more charms would be on the bracelet and the more obvious it would be to us both.
“What about all the times he fucked me before I told you?” I asked.
“They don’t count,” Pete said a little harshly. “That was just cheating. I don’t want to remember those times.”
I let it drop instantly. However well things were going now, it was still very early days in our new lifestyle. I could tell that my month of illicit infidelity prior to confessing had hurt my husband. It had been a big mistake not to tell him earlier and I didn’t want the memory of it to ruin the fresh new relationship we were building.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I really liked this idea and told him so, not just because I got a new piece of jewelry I had admired for ages, but also because I loved the idea of a constant reminder too. I would have to think of a convincing reason for wearing the letters H and P in case anyone asked, but they were discreet and the more charms I got on the bracelet, the less the letters would be noticed.
I donned it immediately and wore it proudly all day. The thought of what it meant as I flaunted it in front of my parents and our three children, all of whom were rather prudish as far as their parents are concerned, gave us both a thrill.
Once all four Grandparents had returned home and it was just the five of us (plus one girlfriend) in the house, we opened a further bottle of wine and relaxed. Pete and I cuddled up on the sofa and kissed once on the lips.
“For God’s sake Mum!” our daughter moaned, a look of nausea on her face. Pete and I giggled.
We went early and tipsy to bed. Both of us wanted to make love but didn’t dare with eight anxious, eavesdropping ears in the house.
***
Boxing Day dawned bright and cheerful. We had an early breakfast and to our surprise, were joined by all three kids. After the late night and the wine I had not expected to see either of them before eleven but there they were, fully dressed if rather dopey just after eight o’clock.
We spent the day walking in the Peak District, the cold air and beautiful scenery putting all thoughts of illicit sex out of my mind. If I hadn’t been wearing my bracelet, I might have gone the whole day without thinking about Tony or his thick cock and the orgasms it had induced.
But I was wearing the bracelet so I thought about them often. Pete and I exchanged glances many times.
My husband is a genius.
***
The following day was spent in a large shopping center about an hour’s drive away. The January sales had started early so we bought a few necessary items for the house and a few more clothes, mostly for me.
Pete had always enjoyed choosing clothes for me, especially dresses so we passed a few wonderfully close hours in a series of shops trying on everything that caught his or my eye before returning to the first one to actually buy. It was classic female buying behavior; I should have been ashamed of myself but in fact enjoyed the attention immensely.
When we returned home we found the house full; Tony’s two kids had come round to see their oldest friends. We opened beer and wine, bought in pizza and Chinese food and had a wonderful few hours until it was clear that Pete and I needed to get some sleep.
We left the five of them arguing over Netflix exactly as they had argued over DVDs when they were younger.
***
Next morning was the last before I had to go back to work for a couple of days. Managers are expected to do their turn between Christmas and New Year but I would have volunteered anyway. Pete and I had finished breakfast and were planning which cinema to go to that afternoon when our daughter appeared bleary-eyed in the doorway.
In a few minutes of slurred, dozy conversation she told us that after Pete and I had gone to bed, the five kids had made plans to go to an indoor ski slope that day as we had done when they were young. We their parents were not invited.
Our two families had discovered skiing together when the kids were young and they were all now very good. The attraction was powerful enough to get even our younger son out of bed before nine- thirty and a shortr while later their cars had slipped out of the driveway.
After the noise and hubbub of Christmas it felt eerily strange to be in a silent house but there was a lot to do after having had all those guests. After an hour or so things began to look as if some form of order had been restored and that Pete and I might actually get a bit an afternoon to relax together; maybe even see the movie we had talked about.
When I mentioned it, Pete looked less than enthusiastic; in fact he looked distinctly awkward.
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“Don’t you fancy a date with your wife?” I teased him, grinning.
“It’s not that,” he replied. “I’m happy for you to have a date but...”
“But what? So much for a romantic afternoon,” I teased, not understanding what he meant. ”This is a perfect opportunity for us.”
“That’s right. But it’s also a perfect opportunity for you to... to make that bracelet a little heavier.”
I looked at him in astonishment. At first I thought he was joking but Pete insisted he was sincere.
“His flat will be empty. The kids will be away for hours and...”
“And...”
“And I’ve been thinking about little else for two days!” he confessed sheepishly. “Have I said something wrong?”
Seconds later I sent Tony an excited message. He replied promptly. A date was fixed for that very afternoon!
I could hardly believe it; another, unexpected date at almost no notice! It couldn’t be a long one because we weren’t sure when the kids would return but I guessed we would be safe if I left his place by four o’clock.
We agreed I would arrive at his flat around two o’clock, giving us two whole hours for... I was so excited my heart was pounding! My tummy was bubbling too. I couldn’t face eating lunch; there was so little time to get ready. I spent a rushed half hour bathing, shaving my legs and doing my hair.
Choosing clothes proved to be a difficult decision. Obviously, the panties had to come from my Christmas collection from Pete, but which pair? And how should I dress for an assignation aimed purely at wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am daytime sex rather than a romantic evening?
In the end I decided to wear whatever made me feel sexy rather than what I thought Tony would prefer; whatever clothes I chose, I wouldn’t be wearing them for long anyway so I opted for my sure fire ‘fuck-me’ heels and hold up stockings, both in black. Add to that a black thong, black bra and a
short dark blue cocktail dress and I felt as sexy as a fifty-plus married mother of three could feel.
Pete watched me throughout this process with a look somewhere between amusement, uncertainty and anguish on his handsome face. As I sat at the mirror I could see him perched on the bed with a wistful look in his eye. I pretended not to have noticed and brushed my hair until I was as satisfied with the result as I could have been with so little time.
I looked at the clock; five minutes to go. A shiver of anticipation passed through me. Smiling I stood in front of my husband and twirled from side to side.
“Will I do?” I asked eagerly.
“You’re gorgeous, Penn,” he smiled back. “He won’t know what hit him.”
“You say all the right things,” I grinned, genuinely pleased. , “You’re really sure this is okay with you? You really want me to do this? It’s not too late to cancel; I could make some excuse.”
“Do you want to back out?”
I thought for a moment then shook my head. I couldn’t lie.
“No. I really want this, Pete.”
“Then think of it as an extra Christmas present from me to both of you.”
I crossed to where he was sitting and perched on the bed next to him. I turned his face towards mine and kissed him on the lips. His fingers began to stroke my neck softly.
“I do love you,” I said, meaning every word.
“I love you too, Penny,” he replied. “And I’m proud of you.”
I lowered my eyes, amazed at the incongruity of the situation. Here we were; two long-term married people professing their love and respect for one another before one of them took the other to be fucked by another man.
Most bizarrely of all, both of us were happy at the prospect.
My lowered eyes strayed to my handsome husband’s crotch where a large and obvious bulge was
growing. I stared at it, then at Pete then put my hand on his groin.
“I mustn’t get messed up, I said softly. “And there’s not much time but if you want...”
“Let’s leave it for afterwards!” he smiled. “I’m saving myself.”
***
It was just after two when Pete’s Porsche pulled up outside Tony’s apartment block. I was buzzing with excitement. Predictably for December it was pouring with rain so we sat in the car for a few moments while we both steeled ourselves for what was to come.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I eventually asked, breaking the silence.
My husband appeared to think carefully before answering. His body language was tense but his voice was strong.
“It was my idea, wasn’t it? Besides, if it’s what you need, it’s what I want.”
“What will you do while I’m...?”
“Getting fucked silly? I don’t know yet but I can handle it. Enjoy yourself.”
“I do love you,” I told him for the second time in half an hour, no less honestly than before.
The rain was relentless. Pete got out of the car first and took a golf umbrella from the back before opening my door. He escorted me to the entry phone to keep us both dry. Tony must have been watching from an upstairs window because the door buzzed as soon as we arrived. I stepped into the foyer then turned to thank my thoughtful husband but he was already half way along the path back to the car and did not turn back.
Nervously I pressed the call button for the lift; the pressure inside me was building rapidly and as the cabin slowly rose, memories of my last visit only days ago surged into my mind. I could feel myself lubricating and my heart thumping.
Less than a minute later the door to the apartment opened and I stepped inside. Tony closed the door behind me and locked it securely. The excited pressure inside me grew stronger and stronger as he took my coat.
“What a lovely surprise,” he began, smiling knowingly.
That smile made my knees go weak. My chest went tight and my face burned. Not noticing, Tony continued:
“I thought I was going to have a lonely afternoon watching the TV but...”
My lips cut him short as, without a word, I hurled myself forwards, raising my arms around his back and kissing him full on the mouth. The sheer lust that overtook first me and then Tony was almost frightening in its intensity. I kissed him with an energy and enthusiasm that I had seldom felt since I was a teenager, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth, feeling his teeth and tongue all around it. I sucked on him, drawing his tongue deep into my mouth as fully as I intended to draw his cock into my... my cunt.
It took Tony a few seconds to understand what was happening but then he responded forcefully and in kind. Suddenly his hands were all over me, on my boobs, on my bottom, under the hem of my dress, inside my panties.
I felt the zipper at my back being deftly lowered; the dress being lifted up over my head and cast aside leaving me in my lingerie and heels. Then his hands were on my boobs again, fumbling with my bra. In a second it was gone and my tiny globes freed.
I felt his warm palms on my soft flesh and his knuckles closing on my hardening nipples, crushing them cruelly. It hurt like hell and I loved it.
My hands flew to his waist, unfastening first his belt then the clasp on his trousers. The zip slid smoothly down and my hand plunged deep into his underpants, seeking and finding the short, stubby but oh-so-thick erection that had been trapped within.
I gripped his shaft firmly, feeling its impressive girth in my fingers then almost before I knew it I was on my knees before him, my tiny boobs bared. I pulled open his waistband and drew both trousers and pants to his ankles before taking his fully erect cock in my hand.
The next moment it was in my mouth, huge and strong, my tongue inexpertly playing with his smooth tip and ridge while my free hand cupped the sack between his thighs. He tasted faintly of soap; had obviously just showered to be clean and fresh for me.
A thrill surged through me as I toyed with his balls in their tightening sack, pumping my head back and forward as if fucking his cock with my mouth. I felt his fingers in my hair, pulling me a little further
forward each time until his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged rather unattractively.
“Sorry, sorry...” he began.
I didn’t care; seconds later I had recovered and resumed my assault. Tony must have felt too close to climax because the next thing I knew, his fingers were under my chin, lifting my head from his cock and tilting it up towards his handsome face. His erection slipped from my lips as I rose to my feet, still dressed only in my stockings, heels and panties. I stared him in the face, my lips already numb from our long kissing and all they had done to his thick cock.
“No romance this time. Just fuck me Tony! Just fuck me!”
The words were coarse but time was short. I didn’t want to be seduced; I didn’t want to be romanced. I wanted my lover to fuck me hard, fast and thoroughly.
Tony got the message, pushing me roughly towards the sofa until the back of my knees touched its edge. My legs bent automatically and I sat abruptly down on the cushion. He pushed me back further still until I was lying on the seat then raised my legs above my head, grabbed my panties and literally tore them from my body.
I squealed in pain as the waistband parted and the tiny scrap of ruined material was thrown far across the room. My vulva now fully exposed, Tony dragged me from the sofa to the rug where he rolled me onto on all fours. In a trice he was on his knees behind me, his hands holding my bottom firmly.
“You want to be fucked, Penny?”
“God yes!”
“You to be fucked like this? Like the animal you are!”
“Oh God!”
I felt the heat of his body against the back of my thighs, pressing against my buttocks. I felt his knees parting my legs forcefully; I felt something rubbing against my slit.
“Yes! Please! Please!”
Tony thrust his thick, ugly cock into my vagina from behind, without subtlety, without love, without
any thought for my comfort, forcing himself as deep into my body as his short cock would go until I felt his balls slap against my clitoris and upper thighs. Despite my arousal, I wasn’t quite ready; I wasn’t properly prepared for the size and brutality of his violent penetration.