Chapter 8
All too soon, it was time for Donna to go home – and for things to return to some kind of normality. Personally, I would have been quite happy for Donna to stay and for me to fuck her every which way, every day. But everyday life gets in the way of the most exciting fantasies, and she had to go home.
She was packing her case when she said, quite solemnly, ‘I’m going to tell Pete I want a divorce.’ I was a bit taken aback… ‘Why, because you’ve been unfaithful with us?’, starting to feel a bit bad and more than a bit guilty.
‘No, because I’ve realised that I don’t just want to be loved. I want to be loved physically too. Fucked hard on a regular basis, with some real passion. This week’s been a real turning point, an eye-opener. It’s made me realise how much more there is to life.’
‘I know what you mean’, I replied. ‘I know Laura has kind of enjoyed all of this, but it’s way outside her comfort zone… I don’t think she’s just going to accept it and move on. Before long, it’s really going to hit her, and all the questions and recriminations will start. I have a feeling, this could well be the beginning of the end for us, too. When it’s all said and done, we’re badly matched in the bedroom department’.
The good-byes between Laura and Donna were a bit awkward, as I packed her things into my car. Donna settled the little lad into his car seat, and we set off on the drive back to London. I think we all realised that our lives were never going to be quite the same again.
There wasn’t a great deal of talk on the way back to Donna’s house, but whilst on the motorway, I allowed my hand to stray between her legs and stroke her pussy over the armour plating of her jeans.
‘It was very, very good though, wasn’t it?’ I asked, smiling.
‘You’re not kidding’, she replied. Looking dreamily out of the window, she added ‘I really could do with that one last time.’
As it turned out, the house was deserted when we got back there. Pete must have been out at work, or just out. In any event, he wasn’t there. Did I feel guilty about fucking his wife, over and over, in her pussy, mouth and up her arse? Frankly – no. If he’d been more of a man, he’d have been keeping her satisfied himself, instead of leaving someone else to take care of her.
Donna settled the little lad into his playpen, then asked me to take her cases upstairs. She followed me up and I put the things down in the bedroom. Turning to me, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zip down. Taking my hand, she pushed it down, inside her panties, to the soft, wet warmth inside and looked up at me with those big brown eyes. ‘Fuck me’, she said, simply.
We hesitated for a fraction of a moment, then were kissing frantically, driving our tongues down each other’s throats and ripping clothes off. Within seconds, we were both naked and fell onto the bed, passionately licking, kissing, biting. We fell into a 69 position, her sucking me, me licking her. Highly aroused, I rolled onto my back and she climbed on top of me in the classic cowgirl position, driving me deep inside her, her tits swaying pendulously and riding me like a bronco.
She was facing away from the door, which meant I alone was able to see Pete standing there, looking stunned. He turned and walked away without a word. So I carried on fucking his wife and she, oblivious to his presence, carried on fucking me.