He ran the soapy sponge over her back at first and then moved around to her front. The air was still and silent, except for the sound of water falling from the sponge and the sounds of their breathing. He pushed his hand beneath the water and between her legs. Ginny looked up at him as his fingers made contact with her sex. “Would you mind running the razor over me again down there please?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Larry shook his head. “No, no of course not.”
Ginny stood up as he reached for his razor. Once again stillness fell upon the room and the only sound was the gentle scraping of the razor against her flesh. When he finished she ran a finger over her mound and then ran it up and down between her pussy lips. “You’ve done a good job there, darling,” she told him.
Larry half smiled and nodded. He couldn’t bring himself to speak even though he had lots to say. He grabbed the bath towel and helped her out of the bath before drying her body. Ginny stood there in silence allowing him to dry her. From time to time she would move a part of her body to give him greater access. Larry knelt on the floor as she opened her legs wide to allow him to run the towel up and down the inside of her thighs.
Are… are you nervous?” he asked breaking the silence.
“It’s more of a nervous excitement, I would say,” she responded. “Reminds me in a way of the first time with you. I knew that I was going to let you have sex with me and I was nervously excited thinking about what was about to happen.”
“W… will you make the first move like you did with me?”
Ginny shook her head. “No,” she said. “I won’t initiate anything. I will leave that to Pete.”
“Will you… will you go down on him?”
“Maybe,” she said. “I will just take things as they come.”
Larry fell back into silence. He was nervous.
“What if… what if I asked you not to…?”
“Asked me to not go with him?”
Larry nodded.
Ginny looked down at him. “I think we both know the answer to that, don’t we.”
Larry sighed. He knew that even if he wanted to stop things now he couldn’t. Ginny was mentally prepared for it now; resolute. She wanted sex with Pete. The full reality of what was about to happen was sinking in.
The next part of his fantasy was to help her dress but Ginny wanted to do that herself. There wasn’t much to do anyway; Ginny would be wearing jeans and a top along with a red, lacy bra and panty set. There would be no stockings and suspenders. Larry sat on the bed watching her finish dressing. From time to time Ginny would look up at him and smile nervously.
When she had finally finished she got up and came to the bed, where he sat nervously on the edge. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “When Pete comes, will you go straight upstairs please?” she asked him.
He nodded as he looked up at her and then looked down at her crotch; she was wearing her very tight pair of jeans. Larry lifted his hand and traced the outline of her camel toe. Ginny stood for a few minutes enjoying the touch of his fingers through the thick denim material. Larry knew that she was deep in thought; he had no doubt where those thoughts lay.
Ginny looked down at him and then kissed him. “I do love you, you know,” she told him.
He nodded. “I know,” he replied. “You just be careful and also make sure that he wears a condom; he’s been around.”
She kissed him again and hugged him. “I know his reputation too,” she told him. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that he has one on.”
He didn’t want her to let him go. He wanted to feel the closeness of her body as she hugged him, but there was little time left. Pete would be arriving in ten minutes. In ten minutes time he would be arriving to pick up his wife and take her away to his bed. As Ginny pulled away he grabbed her hand and went downstairs with her. They had hardly reached the bottom of the stairs when they heard the sound of a motorbike outside their house. Ginny rushed to the lounge window and looked out. “It’s Pete,” she told him. “He’s bloody eager.”
Larry was already heading back upstairs before Ginny started to tell him to go. He left their bedroom door ajar and stood almost behind it as he heard Ginny opening the door to him. He heard voices and laughter and then heard them talk some more before he heard her footsteps on the stairs.
“Do you need a hand?” Pete’s voice boomed out from the bottom of the stairs.
Ginny laughed. “You stay there,” she told him.
Ginny brushed past him with a pair of black leathers in her hand. She put a finger to her lips as she looked at Larry and then proceeded to take off her jeans.
“If they don’t fit I can go back to the shop and change them,” Pete shouted out.
“I… I think they will be okay,” Ginny shouted back.
She was already pulling them up around her waist. Larry stood watching as her red panties disappeared from view.
“They fit fine,” she shouted back.
“Okay,” Pete shouted back. “What time did you say that Larry would be back?”
“F… five o’clock, “ she shouted. “So I need to be back at around four-thirty.”
Ginny looked at Larry, she was dressed and ready now. She kissed him once more and headed for the door. Turning round once more she blew him a silent kiss and then she was gone. Sitting back down on the bed, he heard the front door close and then a short while later Pete’s bike started up. Minutes later they were gone.
Larry sat on the bed for a good ten minutes before getting to his feet. He turned and noticed a pair of Ginny’s knickers on the bed. He picked them up; they were the same pink cotton pair that he had used the day before. Now washed and clean, they were ready for him to exert his fantasy upon. Somehow, it didn’t seem appropriate now but he still clung on to them to enjoy their softness.
He went downstairs after a while and switched on the television to help pass the time. Every few minutes he would look at his watch to see how much closer the time was to four-thirty. The time passed so slowly.
He also constantly thought about what they were doing. Pete lived about twenty miles away; it would take less than fifteen minutes to get there. Ginny would be in his bed now, naked. He would have fucked her by now. They would be recuperating in readiness for another fuck. Pete had once boasted to him that he fucked one girl at college ten times in a twelve hour session. He would have been nineteen then of course, but he still reckoned that he could go longer than most guys his age. Ginny would be experiencing that now; Ginny would be experiencing his sexual prowess now.
Later Larry glanced at his watch again, it was almost four o’clock, there were just thirty minutes left to go now. Thirty minutes and Ginny would be back home with him. She would have probably have had her last fuck from Pete. He could imagine her standing by Pete’s bed and getting dressed. Even though his stomach churned at the thought he was also very sexually charged. He was eager to hear her account of what had happened. He wanted to hear her give him a blow-by-blow account and yet at the same time he was also dreading it.
Larry could feel his own wetness. He unzipped his trousers and released his erection. After cleaning himself with his handkerchief he began to stroke himself slowly. He thought about Ginny’s pussy, it too would be wet. It would also probably be sore. Pete had once told him that one girl he had spent the night with complained next morning that she was sore. She had told him that her current boyfriend was much smaller and thinner. Larry wasn’t exactly small but he was thin. Ginny would certainly feel the difference.
Larry had to wipe himself again. Just as he zipped up his trousers he heard a motorbike outside. He leapt up and faced the window; they were back. They were early. He rushed out of the room and up the stairs and into the bedroom. He heard the front door opening and suddenly Ginny called out, “We’re back, darling.”
His heart skipped a beat.
“You can come down, darling,” she called out, “Pete’s in the picture.”
She had told him. She had told him something and she had brought him back home. He didn’t want to go downstairs and face him. The last thing he wanted just then was to face the man that had just fucked his wife.
“Are you home, darling?” she called out again.
Larry stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The two of them were standing in the hallway; Ginny was removing her leather jacket.
“It’s okay, darling,” she looked up and said to him. “Pete’s okay with everything.”
He wondered what she had told him as he walked downstairs, avoiding making eye contact with Pete. Ginny greeted him with a kiss. “I thought it best to be honest and tell him everything,” she told him.
“About?” Larry said quietly, still unable to look up at Pete.
“About yesterday.”
“It’s okay, Larry,” Pete suddenly spoke. “I’ve… I’ve slept with women in the past whose husbands… well… you know.”
Larry managed to look him in the eye.
There was an awkward silence for a few moments and then Pete said, “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”
Ginny walked with him to the front door. They kissed and then Pete said, “See you Tuesday.”
They kissed a final time and then Ginny closed the door behind him.
“Your… you’re seeing him on Tuesday?”
Ginny nodded as she took his hand. “I invited him for dinner,” she told him.
“Will he…?“
Ginny squeezed his hand. “Come on, let’s go and have a lie down.”
