We were attending a party at the house of my husband David's boss.  It was the first time we had been there, the invitation was a clear indicator that promotion was likely.  But David and I were barely on speaking terms with each other.  I was punishing him for some trivial slight, probably imagined.  I sometimes get that way just before my period.  But that had been over a week ago and I still felt pissed off.

I had at first, refused to accompany him, but had relented, I was curious about how the other half lived.  I was dressed up to the nines, he was in a suit, but no tie.  The taxi dropped us at the door of what looked to me to be a minor stately home.  We were welcomed by the host's wife, accepted the proffered drinks, champagne, were I produced to a fes people and then went our separate ways.

Okay, I was over dressed.  I hadn't known the form, but many of the women treated me like a tart, making me even more pissed.  I'm not a tart.  Since marriage, I had been 100% faithful, though some of my behaviour before that could, I freely admit, be considered tarty.  I have enjoyed sex from the very first time.  Because of the row, I hadn't  been fucked for ages.  Again my fault, part of his punishment, but to my detriment.

I drank a lot, I was still angry and was being looked down on by these haughty bitches.  I wanted to leave, but there was no sign of David and the house was enormous.  I found a seat in an empty room, some kind of office, and sulked.

"Mind if a join you?"

Said a deep, cultured voice.  I looked up.  He was gorgeous.  About my age, dark haired and filling his obviously expensive casual suit very nicely.  Of course I wouldn't mind.

"Are you alone?"

"My husband's around somewhere."

"Why so glum?"

A shoulder to cry on?  It all spilled out.  And yes, there were tears.  He put a consoling arm around me and a hand on my knee.  Suddenly we were kissing.  Suddenly, I wanted him to fuck me, that would show them.  I kissed him back and put my hand in his lap, what I felt was very promising.

I blame it all on the champagne, something about the bubbles.  A couple burst into the room, lurching and giggling, saw us, apologised and left.  He, I never found out his name, said;

"Let's get some air."

It was a summer evening, the sun was just setting.  He led me through French doors and across a formal garden to what I presume was the potting shed, me tottering on very high heels.  He obviously knew his way around.  We kissed again, this time pressed against each other.  I could feel the ridge of his erect cock against me.  I dropped to my knees, unzipped him, fished out a cock noticeably larger than David's, and sucked it into my mouth.  He groaned.  I devoured him.  He pulled me away saying;

"Is that where you want it?"

I shook my head and said;

"No, I want you to fuck me."

He pulled me to my feet, swept the workbench clear and lifted me so that I was sitting on the edge, the skirt of my specially purchased cocktail dress around my waist.  My underwear was also new, and carefully chosen.  A lacy half-cup bra, matching very skimpy knickers and matching suspender belt, supporting deep welt  seamed stockings.  Okay, tarty.  But I like them and I have yet to meet a man who doesn't, they are unashamedly fuck fuel.

'He', was no exception.  He raised his head and said;

"Thank you Lord."

Then to me;

"Sussies, my favourite fruit."

He leaned forward, pressed his face against my damp gusset and inhaled deeply.  I raised my backside as he peeled off my sodden knickers, then his mouth was on me.  I supported myself with one arm, took a handful of his hair with the other hand, and hung on for the ride.

It was a short ride, I came quickly, powerfully, releasing my grip on his hair and biting my hand to stifle my squeals as I gushed into his mouth.  Too quick, but I knew that was just starters, the main course was yet to come.  He helped me down, turned me round, lifted my skirt and rammed into me in a single violent thrust.  I gasped and squealed as his big cock stretched me.  He held onto my hips as he fucked me, very hard and very fast, then held himself in deep as his spunk flooded me.  I had another little come as the spurts pumped into me.

Again, much too quick, but I so needed it.

He pulled up his pants and said;

"We'd better go back separately, will you be okay in the dark.  I nodded.  It was not quite dark anyway.  He checked that the way was clear, then left.  I never saw him again.  Spunk was running down my leg.  Other than not very clean rags, there was nothing to clean myself.  I searched for my discarded knickers, but they were nowhere to be found.  I tottered back to the house, my stocking tops soaking up the trickles of cum, now running down both legs.

I found a  toilet and cleaned myself up as best I could with tissues.  Now what?  I could hardly face the haughty bitches without knickers and with spunk still leaking from my cunt.  I searched for David and eventually found him.  I said that I was feeling unwell and could we go.  A taxi was summoned, he steered me around saying goodbye, eventually finding his boss, who shook my hand, thanked me for coming, (If only he knew!) and said how good it had been to meet me.  Lying bastard, we had not even been introduced.

David was elated, fizzling with energy.  In the taxi, he kissed me and thanked me for agreeing to accompany him.  Then placed a hand possesively on my thigh.  Under my skirt, I could feel my bare cunt leaking still.

I should have showered, but I was too tired.  We always sleep naked, David wanted to fuck me, but I refused him, saying that I was too tired.  I turned my back on him, he put his arms around me and pulled me close, his erection pressing into my bum cleavage, millimetres away from my just fucked cunt.  He kissed my neck and said goodnight.

He woke me by playing with my sensitive nipples, his erection against my thigh.  Again I refused him.  He was unconcerned, still on a high from the party, he bounced out of bed saying that he would cook breakfast.  I at last took that shower, trying hard to scrub away my shame.  A dilemma.  I had just had unprotected sex with a total stranger.  I couldn't get pregnant, thanks to the pill, but supposing Mr X had pumped something into me other than spunk?

I knew the drill, I had done it several times in my wild days.  And I knew that the results can sometimes take two weeks.  Denying David for that long, without him knowing the reason, was not an option.  I had no choice but to confess my sins.  After breakfast, I told him.  He was silent for what seemed an age.  Then he stood up and walked out.  I heard the front door slam, then his car start.

It was very late when he returned.  Without speaking, he went into the spare bedroom and closed the door.  I spent a lonely, anxious, night, eventually dropping off into a restless sleep.  I was wakened by the sound of the front door closing, it was very early.  I showered, dressed and went to work.  I called him all day, my calls were rejected.

He eventually returned  again very late.  He said just three words;

"Get yourself tested."

Then disappeared into the spare bedroom.  I didn't get the chance to tell him that I already had.

He came to my bed, our bed, the following night.  I snuggled up to him and said;

"Please fuck me, I bought condoms."

But he pushed me away.  He fipped off the duvet, in the gloom, I could see his cock standing proud.  He curled his fingers around it and began to wank, I saw his spunk shoot, slapping down on to his belly and chest.  My spunk.  Or at least spunk that should have been given to me.  I was mortified, it was harsh punishment, but one that I deserved.  He cleaned himself up, pulled up the duvet and turned his back on me.

He did the same the following night.  I thought;

"Two can play that game."

I pushed off the duvet, spread my legs and masturbated, coming noisily.  This was the pattern for the entire week, two people, side by side naked in the same bed, wanking furiously.  I could see the funny side, normally we would masturbate for each others pleasure as well as our own.  This was for spite.

At last, a letter arrived from the clinic.  I was clear.  I showed David.  That night was the official reunion.  I sucked his lovely cock, then he licked my cunt to orgasm, finally sliding his cock into me in good old missionary position.  Not my favourite, but perhaps the most loving, face to face, belly to belly, cock to cunt.  I came as his spunk filled my hungry, grateful cunt.  We were back.

He lay on his back, catching his breath.  I lay on my back doing the same, but with a hand between my thighs, fingers holding my cunt lips closed in an attempt to keep his spunk inside, infusing me.  Very softly, he said;

"I can't, and won't, stop you from fucking other men if that's what you want, but please use condoms.  And I will want to know about it, every dirty little detail."

Now there's a thought.