I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I just hugged her a little more tightly. When my daughter called me Friday night I had no idea that within the next twenty-four hours I would have sex with her friend, a young woman whom I'd fantasized about for years. She was right, a lot of people, a lot of my friends, would say what we were doing was wrong. But I also knew that several of my male friends would high-five me if they found out, they'd drool over her if they saw her. My biggest concern at the moment was how to cool off this affair without hurting her, but also without ending it outright because I was enjoying the sex, I was enjoying it a lot, and the thought of possibly having a live-in lover, even if only for a couple of weeks, was thrilling.
I kissed her softly and excused myself, saying I needed to go to the grocery to pick up some items for dinner since I normally cooked for only one. I also had another stop in mind while I was out, the pharmacy. I had come to realize that Chelsea was not highly experienced when it came to sex, she was good at what she did and her pussy was incredibly wet and tight, but I was pretty sure she'd never had a man in her ass, and I wanted her ass. An enema and lube were going to be necessary to introduce her properly to anal sex.
I made the stop at the pharmacy first, found the enema and lube, and picked up some condoms in case she didn't want me to go in raw, if at all. On the bottom shelf near the condoms, I found something that surprised me, they called them personal massagers but they were dildos. I poked around through the selection and also found a vibrating butt plug. I grabbed up the plug and a nice silicone dildo and made my way to the checkout. The pretty young girl running the register turned bright red as she scanned and bagged the items, after initially greeting me she never looked me in the eyes again. I chuckled softly as I returned to the car. My trip through the grocery was quick and soon I was on my way back home.
When I arrived home, Chelsea was in the guest room and I could hear her talking to someone. I put away the groceries and the other items before creeping to the door so I could listen. I couldn't tell whom she was talking to but it sounded like a positive conversation so I assumed it was probably Crissie and not Brady. I went to the kitchen and busied myself with preparing the vegetables for dinner — chicken with roasted vegetables.
Just before I finished with prep, Chelsea came bouncing into the kitchen. She confirmed that it was Crissie on the phone.
"So what did you tell her?" I asked.
"I told her that things were much better this evening, that you had taken me shopping for my new life. I told her I bought some veeerrrryyy sexy things, you know, to boost my self-esteem and confidence."
"You'd didn't say anything about us, did you?"
"No, Mr. B. You're my secret guilty pleasure," she grinned.
"I also told her you've treated me very well since our little incident this morning, making me feel safe and helping with my self-esteem."
"I hope that you mean that."
"Oh, I do! You're helping me move through my grief. I'm over the initial shock now, moving between denial and guilt."
"Tomorrow while we snuggle in bed, I think it would be good to talk about your situation. You don't want to rush through things, particularly grief, but you also need to be thinking about what comes next. As a clear-headed third party, I think I can help you, and that's what Crissie wants."
"That sounds like a good idea," she said as she moved behind me and hugged me, her tits pooling against my back. She hung out in the kitchen with me as I finished making dinner then we sat on the patio and ate as we watched the sun go down. Later we watched the evening game shows, she was pretty good at solving the puzzles and answering the questions. She was no dumb blonde.
Sunday came and we showered and then had breakfast before returning to bed, she wore one of the sexy nighties from the lingerie store, and I wore pair of boxer briefs hoping they would contain my erection and keep it from distracting her. Lying side-by-side in bed, I started our conversation with the most sensitive subject, her marriage to Brady.
After a couple of questions from me, she finally opened up and began to talk. She'd been married for four years following a six-month engagement. They'd gone on a Caribbean cruise for their honeymoon where Brady caught the attention of several female guests. They flirted with him in front of Chelsea. One day he disappeared for about thirty minutes, and when she finally found him he said he'd been exploring the ship. After the event on Friday, she now wondered if he'd been unfaithful back then. When they returned home they settled into a routine, it was nice. There were occasional fights, nothing physical, just a lot of yelling because she was the only one with a stable job, he bounced from one job to the next. One time a neighbor called the cops for a domestic disturbance. Things went on that way until Friday.
"So this wasn't the happiest of marriages, was it?" I asked.
"No, but neither was my parents' marriage so I just figured that was how it was supposed to be."
"So Friday, what happened?"
Turns out it was literally by accident. Friday afternoon the power went out at her office. After about 30 minutes her boss called the power company and found out there had been a bad accident down the line from them. One of the vehicles sheared off a power pole. It was going to be 7 pm or after before the power was restored so the boss told everyone to take the afternoon off.
When she got home, Brady's truck was in the drive and there was a strange car parked on the street. She went in through the garage as normal and started to call out to him but she heard a woman's voice, "uh, uh, uh, uh, . . . ," so she crept down the hall. The bedroom door was open and that's where she found the woman, legs in the air, under him. Their butts were toward the door and she could see everything.
"I was shocked, Mr. B., there was MY husband on top of some woman in OUR bed! I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I just stood there, watching. He was thrusting into this unkempt red-haired cunt. Her hair was matted against her skin and I assumed he'd been eating her before he stuck his cock in her. That hurt because he doesn't do that for me very often. Anyway, about that time he grunted and I saw his cock throb as he spilled his seed into her. She squealed his name. After he was done, he rolled off her and lay on the bed, breathing heavily. He told her, and I quote, "That was the best yet, baby", so then I knew this was not their first time. I saw some of his cum drool out of her and onto my side of the bed when she laughed at his remark. He started to sit up and that's when he saw me."
"What happened then?"
"There was a lot of yelling and screaming. She pulled the sheet up over her, trying to cover up. There was this satisfied look in her eyes and a weird smile on her face. Like she was happy I'd caught them, proud of herself even. Anyway, I ran out of the house and Brady followed me. We stood in the drive arguing, several of our neighbors were outside and they saw us. I was so embarrassed that our private life was going public. At one point Brady got mad and shoved me against the car. At that point I knew I had to get out of there so I got in my car, I didn't know where I was going, I just drove. I called Crissie, and she got me to pull over so I wouldn't have an accident, and we talked. We talked for a long time. Finally, she suggested that you might let me stay here but she would have to check to make sure. I was near Pie Town so she told me to drive there so you could find me. She didn't think I should be driving across town. She stayed on the phone with me while I drove there and went inside."
"Did the neighbors see him shove you?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Dickinson, from across the street yelled at Brady to stop. Brady told him, "Fuck off old man, mind your own business" and I saw Mr. Dickinson on his phone as I drove away. I think he probably called the cops."
"So now you're at Pie Town, is that when Crissie called me?"
"No, I sat down and ordered some pie and while we were talking I broke down again. I was over the initial shock and was in full denial mode. I felt that this just couldn't happen to me, that she seduced him and in a moment of weakness he gave in, that this was their first time and I'd just heard him wrong. I sat there eating pie and crying on the phone to her for probably another hour. I kept getting calls from Brady but I ignored them. I think I cried myself out and that's when she hung up to call you. I can't thank you enough for rescuing me, Mr. B."
"You're welcome. What's happened since that night has been surprising, but you're welcome. But that brings up the issue of your car. It's still at Pie Town. We should go get it before they have it towed. Good thing they're closed today."
"Thanks for making me talk through that, I feel better having done it in a calm, adult, manner. You probably know more about what happened than Crissie because I was a sobbing, slobbering, mess when I talked with her."
"You're welcome, but what happens next? You've said that you can't go back to him but are you sure?"
