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A tired marriage gives temptation a chance. The consequences aren't always foreseen.
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"Oh god, will you please delete it now?"
I was just catching my breath, I was shaking all over, spreadeagled across my sofa. I was tugging my dress down over my thighs to hide my pussy, which was exposed and oozing with his spunk.
"Please! You promised!"
Steven was standing, zipping himself up, and buckling his belt.
"Did you cum, I think you did?"
I'm sure he asked the question just to maintain his advantage over me.
"Of course I fucking did, now c'mon, delete it please!"
He smiled, reaching for his jacket, and pulled out his phone.
"Let me watch, I want to see you delete it," I'd dragged myself upright, trying to regain some composure.
Steven bent forward showing me the screen, I could see the video in a group of videos. He highlighted it, pressed the trash icon, and then pressed the 'delete this video' message.
It was gone, and I almost sighed with relief.
"Now go! This goes no further please, if Jeff finds out anything it will be the end, please don't say anything."
Steven just nodded, and smiling, he picked up his jacket and left.
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Steven lived in the next road, he was my age, early fifties, married to Diane, and he happened to be my husband's boss. He owned a car and van hire business, and Jeff worked as a transport manager at one of his outlets.
Moments after he'd left I was in the shower washing away the evidence of us having sex, I'd put both my summer dress and my lingerie into the washing machine, and used several tissues to wipe his semen off the leather sofa.
As I stood trying to enjoy the cascading water, the guilt I felt was washing over me too. I'd now committed adultery twice within a week, how could that be? And I'd cum so easily both times, with both guys, it was something I wasn't understanding completely.
When Steven had sent me the text saying he had something important to say to me, I almost phoned Jeff to ask him what it might be about. Thank god I didn't because when I replied to Steven's text he sent me a clip of the video.
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I'd been stupid, at the weekend we'd been to Steven's party, one to celebrate Diane's fiftieth birthday. Jeff and I had had an enormous row that Saturday afternoon, and he'd stormed off to the pub. It wasn't unusual for us to argue, our marriage had been shaky for a few years, constantly bickering, and only intermittently having any sex that was close to satisfactory.
Diane knew this too, I'd confided in her, and she'd told me that although she and Steven had good sex, it was often boring, and rather 'the same every time.'
At the party she sensed the tension between me and Jeff and went out of her way to boost my ego. She introduced me to her cousin, who'd just flown in from the states, he was having a 'vacation' back home. Craig was an attractive six feet three, in his thirties, and an absolute hunk. When Jeff found us talking together he went off in a huff, and went to find more drink.
Craig's conversation seduced me. He was erudite, amusing, and his blue eyes were mesmerising. Whether he deliberately got me drunk, or it just happened, but as dusk fell outside, and the lights on the patio switched on we found ourselves wandering onto the lawn. It was a sultry summer evening and I was vulnerable.
Suddenly it seemed to go quiet, I was aware we were in a corner of the garden, beside the garage, and the nearest people were out of sight.
When Craig kissed me, I resisted briefly, telling him it was wrong, but as his tongue forced its way between my lips, I seemed to give in. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, it was intoxicating, and soon he was kissing my neck, and I felt that pressure of his body against me, and the hardness of his cock.
I remember saying, "No Craig, we mustn't," as his hand went to my breast, and then smoothed it's way over my nipple, making it harden.
He smothered my mouth, stopping any resistance, and I felt his hand move downwards, and pull my dress up. His hands on the soft skin between my thighs made me go weak at the knees, and I clung to him, looping my arms around his neck. The moment his fingers stroked the fabric covering my pussy I couldn't help it.
One of his fingers hooked itself under the fabric, and between my pussy lips. I felt so wet, so ready.
When I heard him say, "Quick, come in here," I was swept along into the garage.
It smelt of oil, of industry. I didn't really care, we were out of sight of everyone, so when Craig told me to bend over Steven's classic MGB, I willingly did so.
I knew it was madness, but I couldn't stop, I thought of nothing else, but this man who was unzipping his trousers behind me.
The cold red metal of the bonnet was a shock, but so was the feeling of the hard flesh of his erection between the cheeks of my ass. I moved my feet further apart, casino siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) and one of my hands grabbed a windscreen wiper, as he pushed himself inside me.
I was so wet, it made it easier, but it felt so big, so thick.
"God!" I said out loud. I was aware it echoed around the large double garage.
Craig fucked me for I'm not sure how long, my body was sliding backwards and forwards on the smooth bonnet. We were both panting, moaning as quietly as we could until I knew I was going to cum. With one hand clutching the wiper, and my other hand clenched between my teeth, I shuddered as I came. Craig followed almost immediately, grunting, and I could feel his ejaculation, pumping deep into my cunt. As I let go of the wiper it swung loose, bent upwards by the way I'd held onto it.
"Oh fuck," I groaned as he helped me stand up. "That was so wrong... Jesus Craig!"
He was zipping himself up, and began to apologise, but there was no point, we'd both been complicit in a frantic episode of lust.
We both returned to the party, my panties wet with his semen, and thank goodness my dress unmarked. At least Steven kept his prized possession very clean.
Diane remarked that she'd not seen me much since she introduced me to Craig, I ignored it, and although Craig and I said a polite 'goodbye' when Jeff and I left, it was as though nothing had happened between us.
The rest of the weekend was pretty frosty between myself and Jeff, so when that text came through on Monday morning it just added to my depression.
I hadn't realised that Steven's MGB was closely guarded, and the garage was covered by cctv. The video clip was quite dark, but the identity of both of us was clear. He'd only sent a clip from it, maybe thirty seconds, but Craig's hips fucking me, and my face turned sideways on the bonnet with my eyes closed, were obvious.
On that Monday when he sent the text telling me he was on his way round to see me, I was in a panic, in a cold sweat. I couldn't think what to do, or where this was going, I just didn't want Jeff to find out, we just couldn't afford to split up. We were in so much debt, and despite how bad our relationship was, it was just about bearable.
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"I noticed the broken wiper first," Steven said as I offered him coffee. I was barely able to speak, my hand shaking as I put the mug down beside him on the sofa.
"I knew someone must have been in the garage at the party, so I looked at the cctv, and imagine my surprise."
I was looking down at the carpet, shamefaced.
"I'm not surprised at Craig, he's always going to attract women," Steven paused, "but when I saw you... and you were enjoying it so much!"
My face was burning hot.
"Sit down, I want you to watch it all."
The tone in Steven's voice almost forced me sit down, and he pressed the screen before handing it to me.
He was studying my face as I had to endure the whole fifteen minute clip of me being fucked. I tried to remain impassive, but an occasional intake of breath must have been audible. When it had finished, I tried to look at him as I handed back the phone.
"Please don't tell Jeff... please for heavens sake."
"That depends," was his reply, and for a few moments I was puzzled by his answer.
"Depends on what? What do you mean?"
"It depends on you."
As he spoke his left hand lowered down onto my thigh and gently squeezed. In a flash my heart stopped, and then it began pounding.
"You mean...."
My voice drifted away as his hand squeezed again, and moved further up my thigh, pulling the hem of my dress above the knee.
"If we can come to some arrangement, then I can delete it."
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
"You're an attractive woman Linda, I've always thought so, but being neighbours, and being Jeff's boss I've never had the courage to make a pass at you."
The realisation of what he was saying hit home.
"You can't mean... you mean you want to have sex with me?"
"When you put it like that it sounds a bit animalistic, but basically yes, and then I'll delete it, and no more will be said."
I was stunned, but Steven's hand was still on my thigh.
I said nothing at first, trying to process the whole thing. When he lifted his hand away, and placed it on my bare knee I grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Think carefully," he said quietly, "think carefully about the consequences," and after several seconds I took my hand away.
It was my acquiescence, my tacit agreement, my surrender.
Steven's hand slid up between my thighs, and I muttered, "Please promise."
Him whispering, "Of course," made me open my legs slightly, and his fingers found my panties.
"Lift up," he said as he tugged them down over my knees, and slid them off over my ankles. As he threw them to one side he knelt down on the carpet, bunching up my dress, and pushing his face between my thighs.
I tried not to react as his tongue flicked out between my labia, but güvenilir casino (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) to my annoyance I was already quite moist. Gritting my teeth I could feel myself becoming wetter, and when he started to lick and suck my clit, I heard the first of my moans.
My brain was fogged over, I was feeling pleasure, I was feeling guilt. I was lying, legs wide open on the sofa in the lounge where I watched tv each evening with my husband.
The moaning was starting, my breathing was shortening, and I was aware of Steven undoing his belt and trousers. He continued to lick me deep inside, until he raised himself up to look down at me. His mouth was glistening with my juices, and although I couldn't see it, I knew his cock was ready between my thighs.
His body leaned over me, and I felt the head of his cock against my soaking wet pussy.
"Oh god," I just couldn't help myself as he entered me.
Steven sighed and actually said my name, "Linda!"
I tried not to enjoy it, but found myself becoming more and more aroused, and realised an orgasm was coming. I said nothing, I tried to suppress it, but it arrived. Steven continued to pound away before I finally knew he'd cum. With a grunt he started to empty himself inside me, breathing heavily. When he'd finished he stood up, tugging his trousers up.
I asked again for him to delete the video, and that's when he asked me if I'd cum.
*********************
I'd put the episode with both Craig and Steven behind me when Jeff came home the following week with news of possible redundancies.
"Steven wants to rationalise the number of branches, and mine's one of four that's being considered."
I could tell that Jeff was really worried, and our financial position wasn't the greatest in the world.
"When is he deciding?" I asked.
"He's meeting with accountants in two weeks, we've all got to put in a pitch about why our own branch should stay."
"And have you any massive ideas about yours? You know the others presumably?"
"Yes, I think I've got a good chance, but i can't say I'm not worried."
It was two days later, when I bumped into Diane in the local shopping mall. I felt a veil of guilt surrounding me, knowing her husband had fucked me. Why I felt like that I do not know, because it was him that had blackmailed me into doing it. Did she know how manipulative and dominating her husband could be? I guessed probably so.
"Hi Linda, how's things, I haven't seen you since my party, do you fancy a coffee and we'll catch up?"
Sitting, chatting over a latte, was a change for me, I'm not a terribly social person, but Diane seemed particularly friendly that morning. She disclosed that the business was actually doing quite well, but it appeared she wasn't privy to all of Steven's plans.
"And how are you and Jeff, I was surprised you had a bit of a tiff at the party, you've always seemed such a happy couple?"
I must have pulled a face, "Looks can be deceiving,"
"Mmmm, you're having problems?... I guess we all have those from time to time."
"It's nothing that we won't solve I guess," was my response.
Diane must have felt she could trust me because she suddenly said, "I had an affair last year, I regretted it at first, it didn't last long, just a mad fortnight when Steven was away on business."
I raised my eyebrows, and lowered my voice, "Oh?" It was more of a question, waiting for Diane to say more.
She looked me in the eyes, "Have you ever got carried away, had a moment where you cast caution to the wind?"
I held her gaze and nodded slowly, "Oh yes, it's happened, I'm not necessarily proud of it."
"No, neither am I, my problem was it was someone we knew," she paused, "actually I think you probably know them as well."
That piqued my interest, "you'd probably better not tell me, unless it was Jeff!" I giggled.
"No, good god, would I be confiding in you if it was! Will you promise not to tell, it'll be our little secret?"
"Ok, if you're sure," I was excited.
Diane took a deep breath.
"You know the Reynolds, he owns the gift store on the high street?"
"Not Nick Reynolds?" I was surprised because he wasn't the best looking guy in the world.
"No, his son, Chris."
"Wow," I replied, "he can only be eighteen or nineteen!"
"Yes, it happened last summer, he came to do some gardening, Steven asked him. It just happened, we were at it like rabbits, three times a day sometimes!"
"Fuck!" I whispered it under my breath, "Well, well, well, I'd never have guessed."
"Anyway," she finished the story, "I had to finish it, we nearly got caught by Steven and it frightened me. Chris went off to uni soon after, so it was for the best."
Diane saw my reaction. "How did yours happen?"
I must have blushed because Diane squeezed my arm, "Do tell, I've told you!"
I drew a deep breath. "It was at your party, the other week."
Diane grinned, "Who with, how?"
"I'm sorry, but your cousin, Craig!"
"Oh my canlı casino (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) god, I knew it, it all makes sense now. He couldn't stop talking about you next day. Jesus, how did you manage it?"
"In the garage," I answered sheepishly.
Diane burst out laughing, "Good for you, how exciting, and in my garage too!"
When we'd both calmed down we were looking like conspirators sharing top secrets.
"We must get together more, make this coffee a thing more often. Trouble is, at the moment, my mum is moving house in Wales, so I've got to go and help out this week."
"When you get back, text me, have you got my number?"
We exchanged details and said goodbye, and already a seed had been sown in my head.
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"See you later," I said to Jeff, "I won't be too late."
I was supposed to be off out on my usual 'get together' with a couple of old friends which we did every few weeks. Usually we met up at a local pub, and put the world to rights.
But that night was different, I'd tried not to put too much perfume on, and the dress I wore was a regular item. However, my freshly shaved pussy, had no panties suffocating it!
"Hello Steven, I hoped you'd see me."
Steven beckoned me indoors, and said, "I really didn't think I'd see you again so soon, would you like a glass of wine."
I needed something to steady my nerves, and accepted gratefully.
"Sit down, I'll just go and get a couple of glasses."
When he returned he sat beside me on the sofa, very defensively at first, not sure of his ground, which seemed unusual for him.
"I must tell you, Diane is due to phone, I'm not gonna say you're here by the way, I thought it might seem a bit odd."
I smiled and nodded in agreement.
"I'm guessing you're here about Jeff, and his job?"
"Yes, I had to come and see you," I replied looking down at my glass.
Steven looked relieved, "I thought it might have been about the video, I did delete it, you know that?"
"Yes, I trusted you on that, even though what happened, happened. But I needed to ask you about Jeff."
Steven's relief was clear just as his phone started ringing.
"Be quiet please," he whispered and gestured with a finger to his lips as he answered.
"Hi darling, everything ok, how's the packing up going?"
I could hear Diane's muffled voice replying, something about visits to the tip.
"Well, just take your time, I'm ok here, you seem to have left a full fridge."
There was more conversation from Diane, and Steven was pulling faces at me, obviously hoping she'd ring off soon, but trying not to hurry her. I smiled back as he made a gesture of opening and closing his fingers to simulate chatting. Then as he resigned himself to a much longer conversation, I grabbed his hand to stop him being so sarcastic.
He was smiling as our hands wrestled for a few seconds before he freed himself and squeezed my thigh. I gave him an angry look, and mouthed, 'Stop that,' and tried to remove it from my leg.
He was now trying to suppress his broad smile as his wife went on and on.
I decided the moment was right, my strategy for the evening was having to be thought out as it happened. I moved my hand and squeezed his thigh, and straightaway his expression changed.
"Have you worked out how long you'll be there darling?" Steven tried to ignore my hand, despite the fact that I was stroking his leg.
He let me carry on at first, looking away and concentrating on the phone call, but when I moved it upwards he grabbed my wrist, not tightly, but just to delay its progress.
I put my glass down, and while I could hear Diane's voice in Steven's ear, I shuffled closer and with both hands began to unbutton his shirt.
Steven looked both puzzled, and slightly panicky as I pushed my hand inside and stroked one of his nipples. He actually shivered slightly, and put the phone to his opposite ear. Covering the speaker he mouthed "Stop it," but by then I had his shirt completely open, and was unbuckling his belt. He attempted to get up, but I leaned against him with my nearest shoulder, unzipping him as quickly as I could.
He continued talking while grabbing one of my wrists, but couldn't prevent my other hand finding the opening in his boxers and gripping his cock.
"Bye, I'll phone you tomorrow morning," were Steven's words before he threw the phone down and grabbed both my wrists.
"Linda, for fucks sake, what's going on?"
He was too late to prevent me tugging his cock out from his boxers, and immediately I plunged my head down into his lap. There was a groan as I took the flaccid cock in my mouth, and straightaway it began to harden.
"Oh fuck Linda, you really......"
He didn't finish the sentence as rapidly became erect, I lifted my head up and looked him in the eye.
Neither of us spoke as I swung my leg over his hips and lifted myself astride him. My dress billowed out and reaching between my thighs I guided his cock inside me.
We both sighed. Steven's was more of a groan as I sunk down on him, resting for a moment before raising myself up again. I went down once more, and this time rotated my hips on his body.
Natural desire took over, and I knew I could bring him off by continuing what I was doing.
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"Oh god, will you please delete it now?"
I was just catching my breath, I was shaking all over, spreadeagled across my sofa. I was tugging my dress down over my thighs to hide my pussy, which was exposed and oozing with his spunk.
"Please! You promised!"
Steven was standing, zipping himself up, and buckling his belt.
"Did you cum, I think you did?"
I'm sure he asked the question just to maintain his advantage over me.
"Of course I fucking did, now c'mon, delete it please!"
He smiled, reaching for his jacket, and pulled out his phone.
"Let me watch, I want to see you delete it," I'd dragged myself upright, trying to regain some composure.
Steven bent forward showing me the screen, I could see the video in a group of videos. He highlighted it, pressed the trash icon, and then pressed the 'delete this video' message.
It was gone, and I almost sighed with relief.
"Now go! This goes no further please, if Jeff finds out anything it will be the end, please don't say anything."
Steven just nodded, and smiling, he picked up his jacket and left.
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Steven lived in the next road, he was my age, early fifties, married to Diane, and he happened to be my husband's boss. He owned a car and van hire business, and Jeff worked as a transport manager at one of his outlets.
Moments after he'd left I was in the shower washing away the evidence of us having sex, I'd put both my summer dress and my lingerie into the washing machine, and used several tissues to wipe his semen off the leather sofa.
As I stood trying to enjoy the cascading water, the guilt I felt was washing over me too. I'd now committed adultery twice within a week, how could that be? And I'd cum so easily both times, with both guys, it was something I wasn't understanding completely.
When Steven had sent me the text saying he had something important to say to me, I almost phoned Jeff to ask him what it might be about. Thank god I didn't because when I replied to Steven's text he sent me a clip of the video.
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I'd been stupid, at the weekend we'd been to Steven's party, one to celebrate Diane's fiftieth birthday. Jeff and I had had an enormous row that Saturday afternoon, and he'd stormed off to the pub. It wasn't unusual for us to argue, our marriage had been shaky for a few years, constantly bickering, and only intermittently having any sex that was close to satisfactory.
Diane knew this too, I'd confided in her, and she'd told me that although she and Steven had good sex, it was often boring, and rather 'the same every time.'
At the party she sensed the tension between me and Jeff and went out of her way to boost my ego. She introduced me to her cousin, who'd just flown in from the states, he was having a 'vacation' back home. Craig was an attractive six feet three, in his thirties, and an absolute hunk. When Jeff found us talking together he went off in a huff, and went to find more drink.
Craig's conversation seduced me. He was erudite, amusing, and his blue eyes were mesmerising. Whether he deliberately got me drunk, or it just happened, but as dusk fell outside, and the lights on the patio switched on we found ourselves wandering onto the lawn. It was a sultry summer evening and I was vulnerable.
Suddenly it seemed to go quiet, I was aware we were in a corner of the garden, beside the garage, and the nearest people were out of sight.
When Craig kissed me, I resisted briefly, telling him it was wrong, but as his tongue forced its way between my lips, I seemed to give in. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, it was intoxicating, and soon he was kissing my neck, and I felt that pressure of his body against me, and the hardness of his cock.
I remember saying, "No Craig, we mustn't," as his hand went to my breast, and then smoothed it's way over my nipple, making it harden.
He smothered my mouth, stopping any resistance, and I felt his hand move downwards, and pull my dress up. His hands on the soft skin between my thighs made me go weak at the knees, and I clung to him, looping my arms around his neck. The moment his fingers stroked the fabric covering my pussy I couldn't help it.
One of his fingers hooked itself under the fabric, and between my pussy lips. I felt so wet, so ready.
When I heard him say, "Quick, come in here," I was swept along into the garage.
It smelt of oil, of industry. I didn't really care, we were out of sight of everyone, so when Craig told me to bend over Steven's classic MGB, I willingly did so.
I knew it was madness, but I couldn't stop, I thought of nothing else, but this man who was unzipping his trousers behind me.
The cold red metal of the bonnet was a shock, but so was the feeling of the hard flesh of his erection between the cheeks of my ass. I moved my feet further apart, casino siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) and one of my hands grabbed a windscreen wiper, as he pushed himself inside me.
I was so wet, it made it easier, but it felt so big, so thick.
"God!" I said out loud. I was aware it echoed around the large double garage.
Craig fucked me for I'm not sure how long, my body was sliding backwards and forwards on the smooth bonnet. We were both panting, moaning as quietly as we could until I knew I was going to cum. With one hand clutching the wiper, and my other hand clenched between my teeth, I shuddered as I came. Craig followed almost immediately, grunting, and I could feel his ejaculation, pumping deep into my cunt. As I let go of the wiper it swung loose, bent upwards by the way I'd held onto it.
"Oh fuck," I groaned as he helped me stand up. "That was so wrong... Jesus Craig!"
He was zipping himself up, and began to apologise, but there was no point, we'd both been complicit in a frantic episode of lust.
We both returned to the party, my panties wet with his semen, and thank goodness my dress unmarked. At least Steven kept his prized possession very clean.
Diane remarked that she'd not seen me much since she introduced me to Craig, I ignored it, and although Craig and I said a polite 'goodbye' when Jeff and I left, it was as though nothing had happened between us.
The rest of the weekend was pretty frosty between myself and Jeff, so when that text came through on Monday morning it just added to my depression.
I hadn't realised that Steven's MGB was closely guarded, and the garage was covered by cctv. The video clip was quite dark, but the identity of both of us was clear. He'd only sent a clip from it, maybe thirty seconds, but Craig's hips fucking me, and my face turned sideways on the bonnet with my eyes closed, were obvious.
On that Monday when he sent the text telling me he was on his way round to see me, I was in a panic, in a cold sweat. I couldn't think what to do, or where this was going, I just didn't want Jeff to find out, we just couldn't afford to split up. We were in so much debt, and despite how bad our relationship was, it was just about bearable.
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"I noticed the broken wiper first," Steven said as I offered him coffee. I was barely able to speak, my hand shaking as I put the mug down beside him on the sofa.
"I knew someone must have been in the garage at the party, so I looked at the cctv, and imagine my surprise."
I was looking down at the carpet, shamefaced.
"I'm not surprised at Craig, he's always going to attract women," Steven paused, "but when I saw you... and you were enjoying it so much!"
My face was burning hot.
"Sit down, I want you to watch it all."
The tone in Steven's voice almost forced me sit down, and he pressed the screen before handing it to me.
He was studying my face as I had to endure the whole fifteen minute clip of me being fucked. I tried to remain impassive, but an occasional intake of breath must have been audible. When it had finished, I tried to look at him as I handed back the phone.
"Please don't tell Jeff... please for heavens sake."
"That depends," was his reply, and for a few moments I was puzzled by his answer.
"Depends on what? What do you mean?"
"It depends on you."
As he spoke his left hand lowered down onto my thigh and gently squeezed. In a flash my heart stopped, and then it began pounding.
"You mean...."
My voice drifted away as his hand squeezed again, and moved further up my thigh, pulling the hem of my dress above the knee.
"If we can come to some arrangement, then I can delete it."
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
"You're an attractive woman Linda, I've always thought so, but being neighbours, and being Jeff's boss I've never had the courage to make a pass at you."
The realisation of what he was saying hit home.
"You can't mean... you mean you want to have sex with me?"
"When you put it like that it sounds a bit animalistic, but basically yes, and then I'll delete it, and no more will be said."
I was stunned, but Steven's hand was still on my thigh.
I said nothing at first, trying to process the whole thing. When he lifted his hand away, and placed it on my bare knee I grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Think carefully," he said quietly, "think carefully about the consequences," and after several seconds I took my hand away.
It was my acquiescence, my tacit agreement, my surrender.
Steven's hand slid up between my thighs, and I muttered, "Please promise."
Him whispering, "Of course," made me open my legs slightly, and his fingers found my panties.
"Lift up," he said as he tugged them down over my knees, and slid them off over my ankles. As he threw them to one side he knelt down on the carpet, bunching up my dress, and pushing his face between my thighs.
I tried not to react as his tongue flicked out between my labia, but güvenilir casino (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) to my annoyance I was already quite moist. Gritting my teeth I could feel myself becoming wetter, and when he started to lick and suck my clit, I heard the first of my moans.
My brain was fogged over, I was feeling pleasure, I was feeling guilt. I was lying, legs wide open on the sofa in the lounge where I watched tv each evening with my husband.
The moaning was starting, my breathing was shortening, and I was aware of Steven undoing his belt and trousers. He continued to lick me deep inside, until he raised himself up to look down at me. His mouth was glistening with my juices, and although I couldn't see it, I knew his cock was ready between my thighs.
His body leaned over me, and I felt the head of his cock against my soaking wet pussy.
"Oh god," I just couldn't help myself as he entered me.
Steven sighed and actually said my name, "Linda!"
I tried not to enjoy it, but found myself becoming more and more aroused, and realised an orgasm was coming. I said nothing, I tried to suppress it, but it arrived. Steven continued to pound away before I finally knew he'd cum. With a grunt he started to empty himself inside me, breathing heavily. When he'd finished he stood up, tugging his trousers up.
I asked again for him to delete the video, and that's when he asked me if I'd cum.
*********************
I'd put the episode with both Craig and Steven behind me when Jeff came home the following week with news of possible redundancies.
"Steven wants to rationalise the number of branches, and mine's one of four that's being considered."
I could tell that Jeff was really worried, and our financial position wasn't the greatest in the world.
"When is he deciding?" I asked.
"He's meeting with accountants in two weeks, we've all got to put in a pitch about why our own branch should stay."
"And have you any massive ideas about yours? You know the others presumably?"
"Yes, I think I've got a good chance, but i can't say I'm not worried."
It was two days later, when I bumped into Diane in the local shopping mall. I felt a veil of guilt surrounding me, knowing her husband had fucked me. Why I felt like that I do not know, because it was him that had blackmailed me into doing it. Did she know how manipulative and dominating her husband could be? I guessed probably so.
"Hi Linda, how's things, I haven't seen you since my party, do you fancy a coffee and we'll catch up?"
Sitting, chatting over a latte, was a change for me, I'm not a terribly social person, but Diane seemed particularly friendly that morning. She disclosed that the business was actually doing quite well, but it appeared she wasn't privy to all of Steven's plans.
"And how are you and Jeff, I was surprised you had a bit of a tiff at the party, you've always seemed such a happy couple?"
I must have pulled a face, "Looks can be deceiving,"
"Mmmm, you're having problems?... I guess we all have those from time to time."
"It's nothing that we won't solve I guess," was my response.
Diane must have felt she could trust me because she suddenly said, "I had an affair last year, I regretted it at first, it didn't last long, just a mad fortnight when Steven was away on business."
I raised my eyebrows, and lowered my voice, "Oh?" It was more of a question, waiting for Diane to say more.
She looked me in the eyes, "Have you ever got carried away, had a moment where you cast caution to the wind?"
I held her gaze and nodded slowly, "Oh yes, it's happened, I'm not necessarily proud of it."
"No, neither am I, my problem was it was someone we knew," she paused, "actually I think you probably know them as well."
That piqued my interest, "you'd probably better not tell me, unless it was Jeff!" I giggled.
"No, good god, would I be confiding in you if it was! Will you promise not to tell, it'll be our little secret?"
"Ok, if you're sure," I was excited.
Diane took a deep breath.
"You know the Reynolds, he owns the gift store on the high street?"
"Not Nick Reynolds?" I was surprised because he wasn't the best looking guy in the world.
"No, his son, Chris."
"Wow," I replied, "he can only be eighteen or nineteen!"
"Yes, it happened last summer, he came to do some gardening, Steven asked him. It just happened, we were at it like rabbits, three times a day sometimes!"
"Fuck!" I whispered it under my breath, "Well, well, well, I'd never have guessed."
"Anyway," she finished the story, "I had to finish it, we nearly got caught by Steven and it frightened me. Chris went off to uni soon after, so it was for the best."
Diane saw my reaction. "How did yours happen?"
I must have blushed because Diane squeezed my arm, "Do tell, I've told you!"
I drew a deep breath. "It was at your party, the other week."
Diane grinned, "Who with, how?"
"I'm sorry, but your cousin, Craig!"
"Oh my canlı casino (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) god, I knew it, it all makes sense now. He couldn't stop talking about you next day. Jesus, how did you manage it?"
"In the garage," I answered sheepishly.
Diane burst out laughing, "Good for you, how exciting, and in my garage too!"
When we'd both calmed down we were looking like conspirators sharing top secrets.
"We must get together more, make this coffee a thing more often. Trouble is, at the moment, my mum is moving house in Wales, so I've got to go and help out this week."
"When you get back, text me, have you got my number?"
We exchanged details and said goodbye, and already a seed had been sown in my head.
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"See you later," I said to Jeff, "I won't be too late."
I was supposed to be off out on my usual 'get together' with a couple of old friends which we did every few weeks. Usually we met up at a local pub, and put the world to rights.
But that night was different, I'd tried not to put too much perfume on, and the dress I wore was a regular item. However, my freshly shaved pussy, had no panties suffocating it!
"Hello Steven, I hoped you'd see me."
Steven beckoned me indoors, and said, "I really didn't think I'd see you again so soon, would you like a glass of wine."
I needed something to steady my nerves, and accepted gratefully.
"Sit down, I'll just go and get a couple of glasses."
When he returned he sat beside me on the sofa, very defensively at first, not sure of his ground, which seemed unusual for him.
"I must tell you, Diane is due to phone, I'm not gonna say you're here by the way, I thought it might seem a bit odd."
I smiled and nodded in agreement.
"I'm guessing you're here about Jeff, and his job?"
"Yes, I had to come and see you," I replied looking down at my glass.
Steven looked relieved, "I thought it might have been about the video, I did delete it, you know that?"
"Yes, I trusted you on that, even though what happened, happened. But I needed to ask you about Jeff."
Steven's relief was clear just as his phone started ringing.
"Be quiet please," he whispered and gestured with a finger to his lips as he answered.
"Hi darling, everything ok, how's the packing up going?"
I could hear Diane's muffled voice replying, something about visits to the tip.
"Well, just take your time, I'm ok here, you seem to have left a full fridge."
There was more conversation from Diane, and Steven was pulling faces at me, obviously hoping she'd ring off soon, but trying not to hurry her. I smiled back as he made a gesture of opening and closing his fingers to simulate chatting. Then as he resigned himself to a much longer conversation, I grabbed his hand to stop him being so sarcastic.
He was smiling as our hands wrestled for a few seconds before he freed himself and squeezed my thigh. I gave him an angry look, and mouthed, 'Stop that,' and tried to remove it from my leg.
He was now trying to suppress his broad smile as his wife went on and on.
I decided the moment was right, my strategy for the evening was having to be thought out as it happened. I moved my hand and squeezed his thigh, and straightaway his expression changed.
"Have you worked out how long you'll be there darling?" Steven tried to ignore my hand, despite the fact that I was stroking his leg.
He let me carry on at first, looking away and concentrating on the phone call, but when I moved it upwards he grabbed my wrist, not tightly, but just to delay its progress.
I put my glass down, and while I could hear Diane's voice in Steven's ear, I shuffled closer and with both hands began to unbutton his shirt.
Steven looked both puzzled, and slightly panicky as I pushed my hand inside and stroked one of his nipples. He actually shivered slightly, and put the phone to his opposite ear. Covering the speaker he mouthed "Stop it," but by then I had his shirt completely open, and was unbuckling his belt. He attempted to get up, but I leaned against him with my nearest shoulder, unzipping him as quickly as I could.
He continued talking while grabbing one of my wrists, but couldn't prevent my other hand finding the opening in his boxers and gripping his cock.
"Bye, I'll phone you tomorrow morning," were Steven's words before he threw the phone down and grabbed both my wrists.
"Linda, for fucks sake, what's going on?"
He was too late to prevent me tugging his cock out from his boxers, and immediately I plunged my head down into his lap. There was a groan as I took the flaccid cock in my mouth, and straightaway it began to harden.
"Oh fuck Linda, you really......"
He didn't finish the sentence as rapidly became erect, I lifted my head up and looked him in the eye.
Neither of us spoke as I swung my leg over his hips and lifted myself astride him. My dress billowed out and reaching between my thighs I guided his cock inside me.
We both sighed. Steven's was more of a groan as I sunk down on him, resting for a moment before raising myself up again. I went down once more, and this time rotated my hips on his body.
Natural desire took over, and I knew I could bring him off by continuing what I was doing.