We were both nicely mellow, which is my term for being merry, slightly drunk or half-pissed.
I was kneeling on all fours. My shoulder-length, blonde hair was tumbling down my nearly straight back and forwards towards the bed. My bare, B, but on a good day, C cup tits were hanging down and my prominent nipples were rock hard. My legs clad in the black, lacy top holdups were slightly open. My husband was behind me, his generous length cock buried deep inside me. He was gripping my hips and was fucking me vigorously. It was absolutely gorgeous.
My orgasm tore through me as he grunted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm cumming."
"Yes darling," I grunted back. "Make me cum, let's cum together."
We did and then I collapsed onto the bed with him on my back.
"Oh Helen that was brilliant, fucking brilliant," he groaned.
My body went rigid and my mind nearly exploded. What he had just said confirmed my worst nightmare. He was having an affair again and Helen was his bit on the side.
*
We'd known Harry and Susie for several years. They are not amongst our closest friends as a couple for I had met her years ago and she and I always got on well so when she paired up with Harry, we saw them from time to time as a foursome They were both in publishing and we saw them fairly regular, well seeing them fairly regular meant going out to dinner on average every other month, but Susie and I talked on the phone frequently and had girly lunches at least monthly. It was Susie who had helped me find a job and probably they had been the most supportive couple since the break-up.
They were an amazingly attractive couple.
She was tall and slim with short, dark hair, stunningly green eyes and fantastic, prominent cheekbones. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Harry was tall and handsome in a slightly, Teutonic way. Blond hair and lots of it, he had piercing, blue eyes and an attractive square chin line. He was well-built, being over six feet and had a muscular, fit body that I had seen at pool parties. We were all in our early forties but, like me, they could pass for several years younger.
"Why not escape one week-end Chrissy when he has Emily," Susie had said over a glass of wine one lunchtime. "And come up to the cottage in Norfolk."
The idea appealed. I was hellishly lonely and although I was into dating, I had not found anyone that I both fancied sexually and felt emotionally comfortable with.
It sounded great to go into the countryside for a few days and leave all my worries behind. So there I was a couple of weeks later bombing up the M11 in my brand new BMW 323 convertible. The weather was unusually warm, so I had the hood down and with Emily with my ex, my troubles and worries seemed to decrease as I rapidly ate up the miles between me and their holiday home.
The satnav on the BMW worked perfectly getting me through the winding lanes around the Broads in Norfolk to deposit me outside the most charming thatched cottage imaginable.
"You have arrived," the slightly annoying voice advised from me from the speakers as I pulled into the gravel driveway.
We had a lovely Saturday. After a light lunch, we had a lazy afternoon around the small pool soaking up the sun, chatting and gossiping about mutual friends. We then had a delightful dinner at a local pub that was within walking distance so there was no worries about drinking and driving. We took advantage of that by having three bottles of wine between us.
Walking home all of us dressed in shorts and tees, Harry was in the middle and he put his arms around both of us as we laughed and joked the few hundred yards through the failing light back to the cottage. Brandies in our hands we sat in the cosy lounge listening to music in candlelight and, inevitably I guess, the conversation turned to my ex and me. I found myself opening up to them and telling them more about the background and how I felt. This, for some reason, included my feelings about dating and even touched on the loneliness and how much I missed being with a man. I guess the wine and the talk made me a little morbid and I started to cry. Whilst I'd done plenty of that in the first couple of months it had now been some time since I'd broken down and I said I was sorry. Both of them were so kind and understanding that my heart went out to such good friends.
Susie came and sat right next to me on the sofa and put her arms around me as Harry said consoling words and told me what a silly and selfish bastard my ex was. They made me feel better and, being so close to Susie, for she kept her arms round me, was strangely comforting and the tearfulness passed as I sipped my brandy.
"Well I reckon it's time I showed you where things are upstairs Chrissy," she said, adding. "Then we'll get you tucked up in bed shall we, this Norfolk air is very tiring?"
Smiling I replied, "Yes mum," and we all laughed.
She showed me where the bathroom was and how to open the windows with the burglar proof locks and then into the bedroom that was quite small but beautifully furnished with a double bed. I undressed, slipped on a long tee shirt that I wear in bed when not at home when I sleep naked, and went to the guest bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Back in my room I had just slipped under the single sheet, for it was still very warm, when there was a knock on the door and Susie called out as she opened the door,
"Everything OK luv?" .
"Yes great, I'm fine now," I smiled at my friend as she came into the room wearing a lacy nightdress that was very low at the front.
"Good, I'm pleased," she replied coming over and sitting on the side of the bed.
We talked for a while about the divorce and how things had changed for me. I said how lucky she and Harry were to be in such a loving relationship. She was sitting very close to me so that my leg under the sheet was pressed against her hips and as she moved or leaned forward the loose top of her nightdress would gape and I couldn't avoid seeing down it. Several times I saw most of her small breasts and twice I saw her nipples as well. I didn't think anything of it for we were close friends and several times I'd showered with her after playing tennis and even this afternoon she'd sunbathed topless. With Harry there, I had chosen not to.
"Can anyone join in?" I heard Harry saying from outside the door which he'd tapped upon discretely before putting his head round it.
"Sure, the more the merrier," I responded pulling the sheet up a little. I was aware that the thin tee shirt was stretched fairly tightly across my breasts. He walked in carrying the bottle of cognac and three balloon glasses.
"Perhaps a nightcap ladies?" he asked plopping himself down on the other side of the bed to Susie.
"Please," we both said as he poured them out.
"You know Chrissy," Harry said seriously, "He must have been fucking barmy to let you go by being so fucking stupid with that Helen cow, mustn't he Susie?"
"Yes" my friend replied lifting her hand and running the back of her fingers across my cheek. "Bloody stupid to lose such a gorgeous and lovely woman."
