It was 4:30 when I got home, and my Dad's car was in the driveway. I ran in to see him, it had been over a week since he had been home.
"Hi, daddy," I said, throwing my arms around him and hugging him.
"Hi, sweetheart. I missed you, how's everything," he asked.
"It's been great. Nothing really to report," I said. We chatted for a few minutes until I told him I needed to go get in a shower. I of course didn't tell him why, I mean how would I explain to my dad that I had just taken two big loads of Mr. Stevens' cum and I wanted to clean up before I got really sticky? The short answer is hard pass on that. However I did tell him that we were invited to their 4th of July barbecue, and if he was in town they'd love to catch up with him.
I made my way upstairs and started to strip, when an alert went off on my phone. Someone had sent me a message on one of my socials. I opened it and went to see what it was about.
"Hi, Allison," it read. "This is Deborah, Tom's wife? We met at the club."
"Hi Deborah," I typed back. "How are you?"
"I'm well, thank you. I hope you don't mind me sliding into your DMs. Tom told me all about your night together, and i was hoping that we could get to know each other? You've made quite an impression on him. And me, for that matter."
This was different. At no point in my short life up to now would I have ever expected to be communicating in any friendly way with the wife of a man I had fucked. Yet here I was, in the midst of a budding friendly conversation with Mrs. Greene, the woman I was kissing while I was naked and wearing her husband's tie. Strange days, indeed.
"Sure, Deborah. I think I'd like that."
"Great," she said, and sent me her phone number. We started texting, and the conversation was a lot of fun. We talked about everything, it wasn't all about sex. She was so nice, and so much fun, I was really getting to like her. We ended the convo about 30 minutes later, because I REALLY needed to take a shower at that point. She loved my reason behind why I needed it so bad, and made me promise to share all the details.
As I stood in the shower, thinking about the new experiences this weekend had brought for me, I thought about something Deborah had said. She had said that it's great that I'm experiencing these things at a young age, that I'm being adventurous now rather than waiting until middle age when most people realize they've missed out on so many opportunities to enjoy their lives. I wasn't sure what to think of it all, I mean at 18 I really don't have a lot of life experience in general, it would be years before I could feel like I missed out on anything. But I took her word for it. And in that moment I made a commitment to myself to never pass up an opportunity to explore whatever sexual pleasures I could experience. I was not going to let myself get hung up on things like worrying about what people might think or say, or allow myself to get involved with anyone who wanted to control me. I resigned myself to staying single and exploring however I chose to.
I was definitely open to dating, as long as there were no expectations of exclusivity. I would of course be as honest as I needed to be in all situations; if asked, I would answer. Deborah had described it as the "slut life," and at first I was a little shocked by that. To this point in my life, "slut" was a dirty word, something that no woman would want to be called. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. I mean, who but a slut would fuck a married man, and then have a conversation with his wife as though everything was normal? Naked, no less. And have that conversation with the married man who had just fucked said wife as well? It was so surreal, the whole tangled web of events transpiring right around me.
But it all also felt so right! I mean, nobody was lying, hiding anything, pretending to be anything they weren't. Everyone knew what everyone was doing, to some extent, and nobody was hurt or mad about it. It was at this point I realized I had found my tribe. This was what I wanted, and I was going to fully embrace the slut life.
Having made that decision, the next week was a blur. It was the last week of school before finals, and graduation was the week after. I would see Mr. Greene in the hallway between classes, and I would say hi to him like I always did. It was as if nothing had happened. I always liked him, just not in the way I liked him on that past Friday night. That was new. I would find myself daydreaming about his beautiful cock filling me, the orgasms I had with him, his Dominance. I knew I was going to experience it all again, when the time was right.
The conversation with Deborah was a daily thing, I really felt like she and I had become very good friends. We shared so much, confided things, she was really nice. And Tom liked that we were communicating like we were. He REALLY enjoyed himself with me, and was hoping to get a chance to enjoy me again according to her. I of course told her I was all for it, the sex with him was mind-blowing. She asked me if I was free to get together Friday over dinner. I had no plans, so I gladly agreed. Although, retrospectively, I think if I did have plans I would've broken them to get together with her.
We met at a restaurant in my downtown area. She and Tom lived two towns away, and she was very familiar with the area. I was outside when she arrived. I was wearing a light sundress, braless as I really didn't enjoy them in the heat, and sandals. She was wearing tight, sexy black jeans, heels, and a button top open enough to expose her ample cleavage. She was gorgeous, my knees went a little weak. She walked right up and hugged me, mashing my face right into her breasts when she did.
"Allison," she said, "it's so good to see you!"
