So this thing about my former boyfriend, John, became a recurring theme in our lovemaking. To be honest, we both got off on it. At his instigation, I began telling David all about what I'd gotten up to with John, how we would kiss and fondle each other, how we spent that weekend at his parents' cottage with another couple and I came so close to losing my virginity. How John was lying on top of me as we were frantically making out. How I could feel his erection right against the entrance to my vagina. How all I would have had to do was open my legs and pull them back and he would have been able to enter me. How close I'd come to actually doing that.
It always got us both so hot. Then, when were fucking, my husband would ask me about fucking John if I ever got a chance. I'd tell him yes, and then afterwards say that I could never do something like that in real life, all the time feeling like a duplicitous cow.
It was not a good way for me to live. This schizoid arrangement of admitting that I was curious about big cocks, when all the time, that question had been amply answered during my affair with Claudio was taking it's toll on my conscience. I often came close to just giving up and telling Davy, but I was so afraid of hurting him because I had been selfish and weak. Faced with knowing that it happened for real, how would he feel then?
Still, talking like this during sex was something he seemed to enjoy, so I was a willing participant -- mostly for him, but also for me.
Life went on.
Two years later, I was becoming more established as a player in the city where we lived. David was still on the road a lot, also freelancing for the most part. Being so clever, he could play his guitar in any sort of style. He was easy to work with, reliable, so he had lots of work, sadly none of it paying all that well at that point.
I had become a regular first-call sub in our city's orchestra, and that was good because it gave me the inside track whenever the next permanent opening popped up. I filled in the financial cracks by teaching a few students.
Other than carrying around the weight of my guilt for cheating on my husband, life was pretty good. Starting a family was discussed, but put off until we were more financially stable.
Then it happened.
I had just gotten off the subway and was walking towards the stage entrance of the hall where the orchestra rehearsed. It wasn't for the symphony that day, though. This was an out-of-town pop artist doing a gig that required a string section. I remember being caught up in wondering about what we would be rehearsing that day and not really paying attention.
Suddenly I was aware of someone calling my name. I turned around and there was Claudio, a huge smile on his face as he strode towards me.
"What are you doing here?" was all I could find words to say.
He put down his fiddle and threw his arms around me. Still holding my own instrument and a satchel of music, my arms were pinned to my sides. With a big kiss to both my cheeks, he held me back at arm's distance.
"You look wonderful, more beautiful than I remember."
"What are you doing here?" I repeated, still stunned.
"I'm auditioning for the orchestra. There's an opening in the first violins."
"I know."
"I didn't know you're in the orchestra, too."
"I'm not. I just sub in a lot."
"How are things with you?"
"I'm getting work here and there, have a few students. There's going to be a cello opening next year and I'm hoping to get it."
"That would be amazing playing in the same orchestra."
"How are things with you?" I asked.
"I was studying in Italy the past two years, gigging a bit here and there. I had a steady relationship with a wonderful woman, but it fell apart about 3 months ago. I decided to cut my losses and return home. Then this opening turned up, so here I am." He glanced at his watch. "Wow. I better get in there. It wouldn't be good to be late to the audition." He looked at me piercingly. "Could we get together for lunch or something sometime?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea. You know..."
"It would just be lunch -- no strings attached."
"Well, maybe."
"Great!"
He gave me his email address.
"Good luck with your audition," I told him as we hugged chastely and parted ways.
Claudio flashed that devastating smile I remembered so well. "Maybe we'll see each other around."
I hardly remember the rehearsal that afternoon. My mind was in hyperdrive over what had happened. I was firm in a resolution that I would never cheat on David again. It didn't matter if Claudio moved in next door. I had moved on.
Then why could I feel that my pussy was completely drenched?
A week later I heard from friends in the orchestra that Claudio had gotten the job. I don't like to wish ill on friends, but part of me had hoped he wouldn't be successful and would fade again into memory. The person being replaced wasn't retiring until the end of the season, so the few gigs I got before that happened were no big deal. I couldn't help looking across the orchestra from the back of the cello section and if the seating remained the same, Claudio would be facing right at me with only the front row of the woodwinds between us.
That summer, I tried to put it all behind me once again, but David was on the road a good deal of the time, so I had lots of time to think about things past, and get myself good and horny in the process. Most days I'd masturbate at least once, and many was the time my mind was right back there in the summer program and what I'd done with Claudio. I'd try hard to resist, but when my orgasms hit, it was usually him fucking me that was running through my imagination.
In order to tire myself out physically, I was running more than ever. In the back of my mind was the idea that I might try a marathon, since long distances were not that much of a problem for me. The more I ran, the more glances my body got from horny males, especially in the scanty shorts and tight tops I preferred to run in when the weather was beastly hot. Many was the time guys tried to chat me up. My body became even more muscular, and since I was also lifting weights (David had set up a small workout area in our basement), I was pretty buff, if I do say so myself. Coupled with my mane of wild red hair, I was now getting wolf whistles at construction sites and from horny young guys driving by. I knew what it all meant, so it didn't go to my head, but from years of high school plumpness to this was a heady thing.
Of course, David and I tried to share a sex life while he was on the road. I'd send him videos of me diddling myself or using our dildos, and I found myself getting more and more comfortable doing this. From a pretty uptight little co-ed, I'd turned into quite the horny bitch when I let myself go.
For the few short days David was home that summer, we barely got dressed. He fucked me in nearly every room of our small house, even outdoors in our backyard a few times in the middle of the night. The thought that a neighbor might see or hear us, was a really erotic thrill for both of us.
And, of course, David was always asking me if I was being a good girl while he was gone. I'd tell him about what I was doing to myself, and he had the clips I'd email to him, but he'd always ask me if I was really horny for the real thing. I'd deflect and say that I could easily wait for his next return, but in actual fact, there were many times where a good stiff, real dick would have been a lot more satisfying.
One night we were having some nice phone sex. I'd been approached by two really good-looking guys that day when I was doing my usual 5-mile run, and they'd made it very clear what they had in mind when they asked me if I wanted to share a cold drink with them in one's nearby apartment. I laughed it off, but when I got home, I stripped off my few clothes, threw one leg over the back of the sofa, the other leg on the floor, and fucked myself silly with my rabbit dildo-thingie, making myself cum at least three times as I imagined what they would have done to me if they'd gotten me alone.
Afterwards, I felt very guilty, but since it had only been in my imagination, I couldn't beat myself up too much. I had been tempted a teensy bit. To make up for it, I'd videoed the whole thing and sent it off to David in manageable chunks -- for his viewing pleasure.
Late in August, David was away again (gone for nearly three weeks) and I was out running early when the morning was still cool enough to enjoy. My favorite section of that running route was a short stretch of woods where the path wound a bit through the trees. Rounding a sharp bend, I couldn't believe my eyes, but running right towards me was Claudio.
