Gary seemed really turned on with my descriptions of my last night in Majorca. We talked all the time on our way home about nothing else, and although I was dead beat, I knew I would have to find some energy from somewhere once we got home.
He noticed my buttocks were still looking angry, and the thought of me being spanked turned him on even more. That is despite the fact that he had never done anything like that to me himself. But he did get me going again with some superb lovemaking and I drifted off into a long sleep afterwards.
That evening, we were chatting again and he told me he was a little disappointed with me. “Seven nights away from me, and you only managed to find a guy on one of them,” he said. “I thought you would do better than that.” I was flabbergasted. It seemed whatever I got up to, it wasn’t enough for him.
I told him that I was quite happy to have had just that one wonderfully sexy experience, and I also had a couple of nights with Tony to look forward to. I thought he would surely be happy with that. At the time, he didn’t answer that, so I thought maybe he was contented after all.
Tony was still very good between the sheets. I was seeing him more often, and we actually got to really like each other’s sense of humour. With me being away for a week, he had missed me, so I stayed the night with him on the Friday night, and then went over on both the Saturday and Sunday nights.
It was on the Sunday night that he asked me to leave Gary and go and live with him. Some parts of that idea were tempting, but I told him that I would not leave my hubby or my kids. But we did agree to see as much of each other as we could. He seemed to accept that.
What happened next very nearly changed that. One Saturday morning, while Gary had taken our daughter for riding lessons, and then went on to watch our son play football, our window cleaner turned up. This was unusual, because he nearly always came midweek.
He was a neighbour too and I was good friends with his wife, Sally. Our kids attended the same school and we used to chat while waiting to pick them up. Dave was a good looking, but very shy man. Everybody liked him and he cleaned the windows very well too!
So, when he knocked on our back door to ask if he could have a fresh bucket full of water, I thought nothing of it and asked if he would like to sit down and have a cup of tea before he started. I was playing badminton later, so was already dressed in a white t-shirt, and a cream-pleated tennis skirt. Trainers and ankle socks completed my outfit.
Dave sat down next to me, and I was surprised when he moved his chair a little closer to me. He put his hand on my leg and told me what great photos they were, and that I was very photogenic. I had no idea what he was talking about. I could not believe that this nice, shy, man was rubbing my leg quite high up, and looking at me lecherously.
I had to ask what he meant about photographs. “The ones you left on your bedroom window sill the last time I cleaned your windows,” he answered. “Polaroid photos?” I enquired. “Yes,” he said. “You are very lovely with nothing on, I nearly fell off my ladder!”
I began to understand what had happened. Gary had set me up. A few times in our lovemaking, Gary had taken polaroid snaps of me in various states of undress. He had taken some of me pleasuring myself with my vibrator too. When I had gone to work, he must have laid them all out for Dave to see.
In bedtime conversations ages ago, when Gary was encouraging me, I once told him I fancied our window cleaner. I did fancy him, but both he and Sally were friends and neighbours, and I would never go down that road. Now it looked like Gary had taken things into his own hands.
All the time that I was putting all this together in my mind, Dave’s hand was going higher and higher up my leg. All I could think about was what Gary had done here was just not acceptable. I was going to have a big argument with him when he got back home. But what should I do in the meantime?
If I went with Dave, Gary would feel justified in his actions. If I didn’t, it was going to have Dave calling me a prick teaser. On the other hand, he was a good-looking guy, and the idea of getting it together with him was very appealing.
Decision made, I opened my legs a little, and smiled at Dave. He took the bait, shifted my knickers to one side, and fingered me right there on the kitchen chair. I pulled his head towards mine, and we had a sensational kiss, and all the time his fingers were making me very wet.
We came apart to get our breath, and I told him to follow me. I took him upstairs to our bedroom, all the time aware that with my short tennis skirt on, and Dave below me on the stairs, he would have a good view. I made him wait outside while I closed the curtains. I didn’t want any nosey neighbours seeing us together. At least his ladders were round the back of the house where nobody could see them.
When I opened the door to let him in, I had already removed everything apart from my knickers. Stood up against the wall, we went into a passionate embrace. Then I knelt down on the carpet in front of him, undid his belt and flies, and released his cock from his underpants.
I was still very annoyed about how Gary had set this all up, but I was going to make sure I enjoyed it to the full now. I took his cock in my mouth. It was already quite hard, but I made it rock-hard, teasing him with my tongue, wanking him a little, and trying to get it all in, making me gag a bit. He pulled me on to my feet and pointed to the bed. Dave took his shirt, trousers, pants and shoes off, and left them on the floor where he stood.
I flung my knickers aside as I lay on the bed, watching his approach. My emotions were both anger and lust at the same time, and it turned me into a wild woman. This was my marital bed I was lying on, and Gary was the only man I’d ever had there. There was no more foreplay and there was no protection. My pussy was already wet, and Dave entered me impatiently and forcefully. I wrapped my legs round his back as he pumped away.
Dave only lasted about a couple of minutes. He didn’t pull out either, shooting his load right up me. It was good, but I hadn’t had cum and I wanted more. I got my vibrator out of the bedside cabinet, switched it on, and handed it to Dave. He knew how to handle it too, letting it throb against my clit, before teasing me with it, and then pushing it all the way in.
Next, he kept the vibrator moving up and down inside me, while he changed his position, so that he could give me a good licking at the same time. Wow! Now that was doing the trick OK. My pussy was soaking wet, with a mixture of Dave’s cum, saliva, and my own juices. I let him carry on until I had cum twice.
That was all we had time for. Hubby and kids would be back inside the hour, and Dave still hadn’t done the windows! I was still seething about what Gary had done even more so when Dave told me he recognised the vibrator from the photos. So Gary had used the polaroids of me pleasuring myself.
Before he went, he asked “Next Saturday morning?” I told him my windows would probably need doing again by then.
That night, after the kids had gone to bed, I told Gary exactly what I thought about the way he had set things up. The argument got quite heated because I wouldn’t tell him what had happened between Dave and myself. I wasn’t going to give him that pleasure this time. He had cocked it up big time.
What I did tell him was, that Tony had asked me to move in with him and that I was thinking about it. And I was seriously thinking about it too that night. We didn’t speak all the next day. In fact, Gary just kept out of my way.
The next week, I went over to Tony’s twice, and then took Dave to my marital bed again on the Saturday morning. But I didn’t tell Gary about anything, either with Tony or Dave. I was doing things purely for my own fun now.
This happened for the next five weeks. On Saturday mornings, I used to leave the back door open, and wait for Dave to come and ravish me on my bed. He started arriving earlier and earlier, and the sex got better and better, and more adventurous.
Then I came to a decision. There was no way I would leave Gary, but things had to change. I told him how close he had been to losing me. I finished with Tony, told Dave that it was all over between us, and told Gary that I didn’t want anybody else apart from him, and not to mention me and other guys ever again.