This is the continuing story of Linda, Tom and David as written for the wonderful Linda. These are our fantasies brought to life so apologies to those who might not like them! :) As readers of the first chapter will know this is my first effort in the female voice so apologies for any gross errors of feelings or bodily functions! Any and all constructive feedback is welcome.
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"You look a bit flushed Lindy," David said with some concern as he passed me my Diet Coke. "Are you sure you're ok?" I smiled weakly and reached out to touch his hand.
"Thank you darling, you're so sweet," I said. "It was just a hot flush I think. I'll be fine." David gave me what lady novelists in the past would have called a 'significant look'.
"Oh, right...I see," he said, obviously embarrassed.
"Don't worry," I grinned, taking a swig of my drink. "I'm fine now, just needed some air." At least I'd be safe from any further enquiries. As every woman knows, the safest way to shut down an awkward conversation with a man is to mention bodily functions - they just can't handle it.
It didn't seem to dampen David's desire, though, for I could tell by the way he was looking at me he was planning to have his way with me when we got home. At one point he leaned over and whispered.
"I don't think I've ever seen you look so sexy Linda. There's something about you tonight, that dress, a glow about you. I can't wait to have my way with you when we get back. You know I'm going to."
I blushed and touched my hair, smiling down at the trestle table where we were sat. I felt tingly all over. I loved the way that David was looking at me, I felt sexy in the daring blue wrap dress I was wearing but most of all I was basking in the afterglow of my first fuck with my son. Tom's cum was still inside me and I could sense it dripping slowly into the gusset of my royal blue knickers. I'd have to deal with them before David got his hands on me properly.
Shortly before we left, I said that I needed to go to the loo and made my way to the portacabins in the car park. Hardly the most glamorous place in the world but it served my purposes. The smell of disinfectant mingled with urine was strong and I sat myself down on the toilet, kicked off my shoes and carefully removed my tights so as not to ladder them.
I pulled my knickers down my thighs and then off my legs past my painted toenails. I brought them towards my ace so that I could inspect the damage. There, in the gusset were the tell-tale signs of sex, the evidence of my adultery, of my crime. Tom and I had broken the law by what we had done. I smiled, trying to imagine a more pleasurable way of committing a criminal offence. I knew then that I wanted to keep them as a trophy. First, though, I brought them to my nose to sniff the heady cocktail of my own juices and my son's cum. It was intense and I felt my pussy muscles clench, pushing a little more of Tom's seed out and onto my inner thigh.
I placed the knickers carefully into my clutch purse as if they were some holy relic. Then, a wicked smile on my face, my fingers trembling with anticipation, I dipped them between my legs. I gasped as I scooped up a dollop of cum. I quivered as I brought my finger to my lips and I groaned as I tasted its salty goodness. I wanted to make myself cum but I didn't want to take the edge of what David would give me later. I wanted to savour him fucking me. I knew it would be wrong to do it and to enjoy it so much but I loved David and didn't want to deny him nor, truthfully, myself. David was a great lover and what I had done with Tom didn't lessen my love for my husband. Not in my mind anyway, though David might not have seen it that way I admit.
I joined David at the car and Tom was already lounging on the back seat. Part of me wanted to join him but I wasn't stupid. I knew we had to be careful and, besides, I was so on edge sexually that I needed to loving caresses that I suspected that David would give me as we drove the short distance to our house. Sure enough, David's big, strong hand rested possessively on my nylon thigh, moving slowly, applying and releasing gentle pressure as I squirmed ever so slightly in my seat.
The sexual anticipation between us was obvious and I couldn't help but look in the rear-view mirror to glimpse Tom and to see his reaction. I'm not sure now that I really expected or wanted to see. Did I want him to be jealous, angry, frustrated, excited even? As I say, I don't know what I wanted to see but I was surprised that it was calm acceptance that I saw in my boy's eyes. There was no jealousy, he didn't seek to deny me my rights and duties as a wife. He knew, perhaps better than I knew myself, that loving David the way I did didn't mean that I loved him any less.
As we pulled into our drive, David's fingers touched my flesh exposed by the crotchless tights I was wearing and I had to bite my lip not to gasp. He grinned at me, his eyes flickering with desire as I turned my head towards him. When we got out and into house, Tom smiled.
"I'll, um, leave you two love birds to it and be in the living room. I'll put the TV up loud shall I?" He said calmly with just the hint of amusement in his voice.
"That's a good idea son," replied David. "Let's leave him be darling," he added tugging me towards the stairs. I blew my son a kiss as I reached the bottom step.
"I love you," I mouthed.
