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 ï>¿Curtains Not Quite Closed by Cleevedreams

   Home from work, I should have closed the curtains!

   My world began to change when Steve had to work away during weekdays
late in 2018.  It was a case of 'needs must.' If he didn't accept the work
at his satellite office then he would possibly have to be made redundant.

   At first I enjoyed the freedom, not having to stick to a routine.  Of
course I still had my job, but I could work from home three days a week.

   We'd been married seven years, and it was disappointing that we couldn't
have kids, but again we'd come to terms with that.  It meant that we could
have a couple of decent foreign holidays a year, and we each had a car,
although Steve's was a company one.

   Up until Christmas all was fine, the weekday working had become a
routine, Steve leaving on a Sunday evening, returning on Friday afternoons,
and him living in a reasonable hotel during the week.

   Then in January it all seemed to become a bit of a chore.  I wasn't sure
what prompted my change of behaviour, but certainly Mr Atkins, who lived
opposite, had something to do with it.

   Both Steve and I knew him quite well, he was mid fifties and his wife
had passed away soon after we moved in.  He was retired and seemed to fill
his retirement with gardening, photography, and going to the pub.  We
always chatted, and even occasionally had a cup of tea or coffee in each
other's garden.  The afternoon in January must have made his day!

   Since I'd been on my own I'd got used to being relaxed in the house with
the way I dressed, or didn't dress!  That particular winter's afternoon I'd
been cleaning the cupboard under the stairs and as a result I got very
dusty.  I decided to shower and when I went into the en suite bathroom in
our bedroom it was a typical dull afternoon.  By the time I came out it was
dark and I'd forgotten to pull the bedroom curtains.  I casually went over
to close them not really thinking that the light behind me showed my naked
silhouette.

   I did in fact wrap the towel around me as I reached up to tug each
curtain.  It was then that I looked across the road and saw David Atkins
slink back into his bedroom, away from the window where he'd obviously been
watching me.

   As I pulled the second curtain into place, I found myself chuckling,
wondering how much he'd seen, and I surprised myself by feeling quite
excited.

   I sat back down on the bed and wrapped the towel in a turban around my
wet hair.  Mr Atkin's effect on me was unexpected.  I'd not had sex with
Steve for two weeks, and as I sat there naked my pussy seemed to remind me
of that.  Unusually my hand went between my thighs and my finger tips
slipped easily inside as I found myself quite moist.  With a sigh I fell
backwards across the bed and began to play.  Instead of fantasising about
Steve, I found myself thinking of David Atkins, and wondered if he was
masturbating at this very moment.

   I was shocked as the imagery aroused me.  So much so that I found myself
cumming in a very short time.  I heard myself gasping out loud, my body was
shaking and my pussy seemed to explode.  I'd not had an orgasm like that
for ages, and as I came down the guilt descended upon me.

   I shut the whole thing out of my mind and got dressed and was soon
drying my hair.  My thoughts kept going back to it though, throughout the
evening, but it wasn't until next morning, when I went out to my car, that
it hit home.

   "Hi Lynne," David Atkins shouted across the road.

   Did I imagine a certain glee in his voice?

   "How's Steve, is it strange without him?"

   The question seemed to suggest an innuendo.

   "Yes it is a bit, but I'm ok, I wish it would warm up a bit," then
cutting the conversation short I said, "I must go or I'll be late."

   As I got into the car, his final remark seemed to suggest he was
provoking a reaction.

   "Yes, I wish it would, just wrap up well."

   I smiled, but the whole business of me 'flashing' him didn't go away.

   That evening, when I got home, I felt like a naughty school girl.  Stuck
in traffic I'd felt strangely aroused wondering if I should give David
Atkins another treat.  It was made worse by the fact that he pulled up
outside his house at the same time as me.

   It was dark, and even colder, but we waved to each other as we both went
indoors.  I went to close my lounge curtains straightaway, and saw his
bedroom lights switch on.  He'd immediately gone upstairs, and I saw him
pull his curtains together, but leave a small gap of about six inches
between them.  It was that which seemed to pump Adrenalin into my veins.

   It was like I'd become a different person, I found myself climbing the
stairs and entering my bedroom, I turned on the bedside lamp, and placed
myself back from the window so that no one else on the street could have
any line of vision towards me.

   My heart was beating out of my chest, as I slipped off my shoes. 
Deliberately, very slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse, I slipped it off my
shoulders and threw it onto the bed.  As I unzipped the side of my skirt, I
wondered if the curtains opposite moved slightly.  I couldn't tell, but as
my skirt dropped to the floor revealing me now in bra, panties, and hold up
stockings, I could definitely see his face in the gap.

   The buzz it gave me was like the thrill of leaping off a very high
diving board.

   I wondered if I was making him hard, as I reached behind me to unclasp
my bra.  As I let it drop, my breasts swung free, and briefly I cupped
them, and squeezed the nipples.

   "Oh my god," I heard myself whisper, "go on."

   I slowly put my thumbs inside the top of my panties, and slid them down
over my thighs, revealing my pussy, which had a thin coating of down.  I
hadn't shaved for a few days.  I stepped out of them, and as one last
daring act, I walked to the window, reached my arms out, exposing
everything, and pulled both curtains together.

   Impulsively, I flung myself on the bed, and thrust my fingers into my
pussy which was by now very, very moist.

   "Oh god, oh god, oh god," I almost screamed it, as I came within just a
few minutes.  Rolling onto my side with my fingers clutched between my
thighs, I groaned a long, loud, thrilling gasp of satisfaction.  And then
the guilt returned.

   But this time it dissipated very quickly, I felt strangely liberated.  I
did wonder how I might face David Atkins, but once I'd showered, and
relaxed over my evening meal, I knew that I had to do something about my
new lifestyle being on my own during the week.

   Next day was a working from home day, so it gave me a choice of hours
when I worked.  I didn't venture out, not making any opportunity for David
to intercept me.  In the cold light of day, I wondered if I'd gone too far,
but at the same time the thrill came back.

   I worked all morning before taking a two hour lunch break, when I went
online to message a few friends.  One of them, Julie, was a friend from the
next road, and had recently divorced.  She'd just embarked on a fling with
a married man, and I was anxious to know how it was going.

   Imagine my surprise when she messaged back that he was 'gone' and that
she was now about to meet yet another married guy that she'd been chatting
to in an online chat room.

   I scolded her jokingly, however she invited herself round that evening
to catch up, and tell me about her 'adventures' as she called them.  It
proved to be an evening where Julie encouraged me to have my own
adventures.

   "I never thought I'd get fucked in the station car park."

   I was dissolved in laughter as Julie described the married guy and how
they'd had sex in the back of his car.

   "But didn't anyone see you?"

   "No," she answered casually," the windows were all steamed up!"

   The laughter continued and the alcohol somehow loosened my tongue.  I
ended up relating my tale of flashing David across the road.

   She immediately jumped up, and briefly lifting her skirt in front of the
lounge window, bent over, showing her knickers.

   "Stop it, for goodness sake, everyone in the road will see!" I was
giggling so much.

   We sat down and poured more wine, and Julie got out her phone to show me
the websites and chat rooms she went on to meet some of these guys.  When
she showed me her 'profile' on one of the sites I absolutely collapsed with
laughter.

   "For fucks sake Julie, you must get guys queuing up, that photo must
have been taken ten years ago!"

   "A bit of artistic licence," she replied giggling, "it's my tits they
like and they haven't changed that much!"

   There was more giggling, and yet more wine, and then a serious question.

   "You and Steve, so it's not going well...  this working away?"

   It all poured out and inevitably, Julie being Julie, suggested I ought
to get 'laid.'

   I dismissed it, saying I'd never been unfaithful, but to my dismay the
seed was sown.

   I went to bed and masturbated yet again, even with all the alcohol I
wondered why I needed to do it so much.

   Next morning was a work day and I couldn't avoid David Atkins.  He must
have waited until he saw me walk to the car, and came straight outside to
wave at me.

   "Hiya Lynne, you're looking good today."

   It was his clumsy attempt to flatter me in some way, but he was
obviously signalling his 'knowledge' of seeing me in my bedroom.  He
followed it up with, "These dark nights keep everyone indoors, be glad when
we can see each other properly, apart from just saying 'hello' when we come
home."

   I nodded and smiled, "Yes, but at least we can look out for each other."

   I surprised myself with the innuendo and it made my heart race a bit,
before I waved and drove off.

   The day was really busy, but as soon as I hit the traffic my mind
returned to my undressing in front the window.  I felt myself getting
aroused, and as I sat looking at the rows of cars I actually said out loud,
"What the hell's wrong with you?"

   That evening as soon as I pulled up outside my house it became a re-run.
I went indoors and looked out of the lounge window this time to see David
clearly standing in front of his bedroom window.  He saw me and waved, and
I instinctively returned the wave.  The scene was set and the stakes looked
like being raised.

   My heart was beating rapidly again as I climbed the stairs.  Once inside
my bedroom I turned on both table lamps and a reading lamp, illuminating
the whole room so that I wasn't going to just be in silhouette.

   I could see David still standing at the window, lit up by the street
light, and I was waiting for him to pull his curtains together, but instead
he too turned on some lower lighting.

   "Fuck," I muttered, "should I do this?" My thought process was overtaken
by the thrill of it all.

   I positioned myself like before, only in view to David.  But I was still
waiting for him to be more discreet.  Eventually he stepped back a bit.

   I took a deep breath and slipped off my heels.  I had on a knitted top
so I tugged it upwards and pulled it over my head.  It revealed my latest
bra that uplifted my breasts into an impressive cleavage.  I could see more
clearly David's reaction, and I froze and almost abandoned what I was doing
as I saw him unzip his trousers.

   "Fuck," it seemed that's all I could say as he pulled his cock out
through his flies.

   I was shaking as I slipped off my skirt, and watched him as his hand
massaged his cock.  Even from a distance I could see it grow, and I was
simultaneously holding my breath and trying to calm my thumping heart.

   By the time I let my bra drop to the floor, David's cock was fully
erect, and it was big, that was very clear.

   When I slipped my panties down David was masturbating rhythmically,
slightly bent at the waist.

   I was totally naked and should have disappeared out of view at that
point, but something dared me to go further.  I moved my feet apart and
pointedly moved my hand to my pussy and slipped the tips of two fingers
inside.

   Crazily we were both masturbating in clear view of each other.

   David's hand increased its speed of movement and mesmerised, I saw him
cum.  Spunk shot from the end of his cock and I could see his face freeze.
By the time he'd finished cumming I'd disappeared into my en-suite and
found myself half bending over the sink, gasping, as my fingers brought
myself off.

   "Jesus!" I sank down onto the loo, recovering and thinking that I'd
become some sort of pervy woman.

   There was no logic to what I'd just done, and now David clearly had some
sort of secret connection with me.  Suddenly I was apprehensive where this
was going to go.

   Next day was Friday and Steve arrived home around 3pm.  It was just
getting dark and I saw him arrive through the window, but what made my
heart go into my mouth was David talking to him from across the road.  What
an earth was he saying?  I couldn't believe he'd let on about the couple of
episodes we'd had.

   "Hi darling," Steve entered the front door carrying his case, "I'm
knackered, the traffic was horrendous."

   I already had the kettle boiling and as I went into the kitchen I kissed
him on the cheek.

   "I'm glad David's been keeping an eye out for you, I saw him outside and
he told me that he always checked to see if you were home and the lights
were on when they should be."

   Steve didn't see me blush, but in a way I was relieved that no more was
said.

   "Yes, we've had a few words some mornings as I've gone to work, I think
he's quite lonely."

   "I was thinking that," Steve replied, "you ought to invite him over for
coffee on one of your days off."

   I went hot again as I could imagine what might happen.  I quickly
changed the subject and we chatted about Steve's week at work.

   The weekend passed, with no sex.  Steve fell asleep on the sofa and came
to bed long after I'd snoozed off, then on Saturday, he stayed up to watch
football on tv and I was long gone again in my world of dreams.  By the
time he'd driven off on Sunday afternoon my hormones were jangling.

   I messaged Julie just to ask how her next 'date' had gone and was
treated to an extended text describing luridly, the sex she'd had.

   When I replied that my weekend had been barren, she reminded me of her
website and our conversation.

   Opening my laptop I took a deep breath.  I thought, 'What the hell, I
can always delete.'

   Excitedly I clicked on 'Register,' after I'd opened a new email account.

   I went through all of the profile boxes, being fairly honest all the way
through about my physical appearance.  When it came to a description of
myself I kept it fairly brief and to the point, and the only parts that
presented a problem were my status and a photograph.

   I decided to classify myself as 'separated,' and I took a selfie of
myself with sunglasses on and half looking away with my hair covering the
side of my face.  I was sure if anyone who knew me would probably guess who
it was, but I was past caring.

   The last box were parameters about who I wanted to meet, non smokers? 
ethnicity, age.  I prompted for non smokers but left everything else open.
Finally I took a very deep breath and pressed 'Submit.'

   I sat wondering what I'd done.  I'd just set out to commit adultery, to
be unfaithful to Steve.  I really believed I was becoming a different
person.  Even as I looked across the road I wondered if I ought to fuck
David.  How could I have such thoughts?

   I put the lap top away and poured myself a large glass of wine.  Julie
texted me and I told her what I'd done.  She phoned me immediately, excited
by the prospect of a partner in crime.  I was treated to an even more
explicit description of her exploits, and she even added that if I wanted
to use her house to have sex in then that was ok.

   By the time we'd finished our phone call, I was on my second glass of
wine and I nervously went online to sign into my account.

   '67 messages.' I couldn't believe it.  That was in just an hour and a
quarter.

   Tentatively I opened the first one.  It shocked me as did the several
that followed.  Explicitly they were just asking for a 'fuck.' I quickly
thought I must delete this and forget it, but then I opened one from
'Jack,' who looked to be reasonably normal and quite good looking.  There
was no suggestive comment in his message, just simply a desire to chat and
'see where it goes.' He too had a separated status, and so I wondered if
that was like mine and slightly untrue.

   I spent the next hour deleting the obnoxious ones and there were still
twenty in my inbox by the time I poured my third glass.  Even by the time
I'd returned to my laptop the number had increased to twenty-five.

   Trying to be analytical, I filtered them down to three and thought about
messaging back.  This was the moment of truth.

   Then just at that moment Steve phoned.  He could tell I'd been drinking
and somehow the conversation turned into a full blown row.  It ended with
me just finishing the call abruptly.  I was angry, angry that he didn't
seem to care, angry that I needed some physical affection.

   I pressed 'reply' and opened a conversation with Jack.  He lived in a
village some fifteen miles away and we exchanged messages and then we
transferred to a messenger site.  We chatted for more than hour and it
seemed clear that he was in fact married.  I got the usual 'we don't have
sex anymore,' reply and I could honestly say that it was true for me too.

   The crunch came when he asked to meet, a drink after work the next
night, on Monday.  Guiltily I agreed to meet him in a pub some way away
from where both of us lived.  When I closed the laptop my heart was beating
rapidly, and strangely I felt elated.

   I hurried to bed, it was late and I set the alarm for much earlier than
usual.  I found myself putting on my best lingerie, and carefully prepared
my make up bag to take with me to work.  It took all my self discipline to
keep my mind on my job throughout the day.

   At 6.30pm I pulled into the pub car park and made my way to the door, as
I went to open it a voice behind me called out in the dark.

   "Linda...  Linda!" I'd forgotten I'd changed my name.

   Jack was tall, and surprisingly as good looking as his profile photo.

   "Hi...  Jack?"

   "Yes, actually it's Jake, I didn't want to give my proper name."

   I laughed, "Mine's Lynne, same reason!"

   For the next hour we chatted like old friends, speaking quietly at
times, so as not to be overheard.  I quickly realised he wasn't going to
stop long, he had a wife at home.  It made me feel a little uneasy,
imagining Steve meeting another woman, then I remembered the row we'd had
and how I'd not heard from him since.

   When I saw him look at his watch I stated the obvious, "You've got to
get back?"

   "Yes, I'm afraid so," he muttered guiltily.

   "I understand, I'm not judging,' this is all new to me, it's my first
'date."

   Jake smiled, and he took my hand, "I'd love to see you again, but I'll
understand if you don't want to."

   "Let's take it one step at a time, I've enjoyed this evening."

   As we stood up to go, he put his arm briefly around my waist, and I felt
the frisson of excitement of another man's touch.

   Outside, the car park was dark and my car was over the far end.

   "Mine's over there," Jake pointed at a 4X4, a few cars down from my
Peugeot.

   We walked towards mine until we were a few yards from it.  Jake had
guided me around a few potholes in the tarmac with his hand in the small of
my back.

   "Thank you, for the drink," I half turned, "I'm not used to this, it
feels like dating for the first time."

   The kiss seemed a natural conclusion, I offered my cheek, but somehow it
became my mouth.  It lasted a few seconds, and unexpectedly I found myself
closing my eyes.  In the dark our lips parted, but our arms were still
embracing.  Willingly we kissed again, this time it left me slightly
breathless.

   "Do you want to come and sit in my car for a minute?"

   I should have refused, my legs wobbling, I answered, "Ok, just for a
minute."

   The parking lights flashed and I climbed into the leather passenger
seat. I kept thinking to myself, 'You're crazy.'

   As Jake slammed his door the lights dimmed and he whispered, "would you
like to kiss again?"

   That was weirdly polite, and he didn't have to ask.  I faced him and we
kissed again.  This time I parted my lips and both our tongues tangled with
each other.  It actually melted me, and I wondered what was happening.  The
kisses continued, but when I felt Jake's hand touch my knee, I hesitated
and drew back.

   "I'm not sure," I whispered it slightly breathlessly, and I noticed the
windows were steaming up.  Whether subconsciously that gave me courage that
we wouldn't be seen, perhaps, and we kissed again.

   Jake's hand was still just on my knee, and I hadn't removed it, or
hesitated at all, in fact when I parted my knees just a fraction it was
enough to give a signal to him.  This time I kissed him and I knew my pussy
was becoming aroused as his fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh.  My
thighs parted even further and he felt the bare flesh above my hold ups.

   I sighed and in an instant his finger tips gently touched the silk
fabric covering my pussy.

   "OHHH'" I moaned quietly and pushed my bottom further down on the
leather.

   Delicately he pulled the fabric aside and a finger slid between two very
moist pussy lips.  Flicking backwards, then forwards it went deeper, and
was joined by a second.

   "Ohhh god!" I found myself panting.  We weren't kissing any longer, Jake
was working his fingers inside me, and I was closing my eyes and groaning.
When his thumb slid across my clit, my body jumped, and I groaned out loud
again.

   "God, Jake!" and I knew I was about to cum.

   Unashamed I let him bring me off, my whole body shuddered, and I didn't
care if anyone heard outside.  When it was over, I looked totally downcast
at his face in the dim lights shining through the misty windows.

   Tenderly he kissed me, as he withdrew his hand from between my thighs.
The whole car smelt of my sex, and he quietly said, "Wow, Lynne, I didn't
plan that."

   "Nor did I," I replied, adjusting my panties and pulling my dress back
down, "I hope you don't think I do that regularly."

   Neither of us laughed, but we both knew we wanted to go further.  I felt
guilty as hell, and I hurriedly made an excuse to go.

   "I'll message you online tonight, I promise, but you must get back."

   Jake replied, "Ok, yes, but please I want to see you again."

   I pulled the door open and stepped out, my knees were weak and I walked
unsteadily to my car.  Once I got inside I was motionless.

   "Shit!  what have I done?"

   All the way home I battled with myself arguing that I should delete my
account and not message Jake, but I lost that battle by the time I slipped
off my damp panties.

   I had to let it out and texted Julie.  'He made me cum!' was the
message.

   Immediately my phone rang.

   "You slut!" were her first words, followed by uncontrollable giggles. 
"What was he like, didn't he fuck you?"

   "Stop, stop, STOP!" I shouted, "Slow down!"

   I told her the story, and that seemed to turn me on again.  In essence,
with Julie's persuasion, I'd decided to see him again.

   As soon as I had rung off I fired up my laptop.  At first glance I had
over fifty messages in my inbox on the site.  Jake was showing as being
online, so I sent him a short message.

   'Thank you, I enjoyed your company.'

   He replied, 'I'd love to see you again.'

   I wanted it too, so I sent back, 'I'm not working tomorrow.'

   'I can finish early.'

   I crossed my fingers and typed, 'Good.'

   After a pause he suggested we swap mobile numbers.  I'd deliberately not
done that because Steve sometimes looked at my phone, however I sent him
mine, and he texted me straightaway.

   'Where can we meet Lynne?'

   Without thinking I replied, 'Come here.  Text me in the morning.'

   As soon as I'd sent it I half regretted it, how could I fuck someone in
mine and Steve's bed?  It turned out that it wasn't going to happen, in
fact it frightened me so much when I got his text next day.

   'Whoever you are fuck off and keep away from my husband.'

   I was shaking as I realised it was from Jake's wife, and what must have
happened, and instantly I was terrified that Steve would find out.

   When I was breathing properly again, I tried logically to think about
it. I had to block Jake's number on my phone and delete his texts.  When
I'd done that I stopped shaking and phoned Julie.  She reassured me no end,
and calmed me down.  She told me I'd done exactly the right thing with my
phone, and that if Steve hadn't been such a bastard none of it would have
occurred.  I asked her to come round that evening, I really needed the
company.

   It was still only nine 'o clock when Julie and I stopped talking.  I
made coffee and flopped into an armchair.  I had to really think about what
I was doing.  I spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon
cleaning the whole house, it was my way of not dwelling on things, so by
four 'o clock I was in the shower using the hot water to wash away all the
mixed feelings that had built up.  Then just as I'd relaxed, and got
dressed and was preparing for Julie's visit, Steve called.

   He sort of apologised for not phoning before, but I could tell he was
loathe to say sorry for anything else.  I told him Julie was coming round
and he seemed pleased that I wasn't 'moping' on my own.  He told me he was
going out too with a 'mate' for a drink.  We ended the call on slightly
better terms, but there was still some sort of tension between us.

   "Hi!"

   Julie had come armed with a bottle, and so we opened that straightaway.

   "Now we're not talking about me, we're talking about you.  Forget all
about that bloke's wife, she doesn't know where you live so there isn't a
problem."

   She had a mischievous smile as we settled down on the sofa.

   "So what next?  Have you been online, is there anyone else you fancy? 
I've got another date tomorrow, I just have a huge choice, you must have
too?"

   "No I haven't even looked at my emails," Julie saw my despondent face.

   "C'mon, fetch it over, let's see what you've got!"

   Reluctantly I reached under the sofa and pulled out my iPad.  As soon as
I signed in to the site, we saw my inbox with over a hundred messages.

   "Oh god," I moaned, "look at that!"

   Julie giggled, "I know, I'm the same.  Tell you what, tackle it from the
other end, let's do a search."

   It seemed a good idea for a laugh, and we put in a search for anyone
within five miles, wondering if we'd find anyone we knew.

   It surprised us with twenty-three possibilities.

   We'd not put in any other parameters so men of all ages appeared.  Most
'hits' were over fifty, and we quickly scrolled through until, out of the
blue, appeared David Atkins.

   "Shit!" I said, "that's the guy opposite."

   "You mean the widower guy...  mmmmm, he looks ok, in fact he's not bad
looking for a fifty year old," and after a pause Julie added, "and he's
single, not like most on here.  I wonder if he's pulled on here, you'll
have to ask him!"

   We both chuckled as we realised I couldn't reveal that I was on here,
although it did occur to me that my disguised photo was almost
recognisable.

   There was one other guy, called Mark, who looked quite nice, he again
was classified as separated, and lived in a village a short distance away,
or so he said.

   "Send him a 'wink.' See if he responds."

   Before I could stop her Julie reached over and pressed the screen.

   "Julie, for fucks sake." I was horrified as she got up laughing to pour
some more wine.

   There was no immediate response, I could tell he wasn't online at that
time.

   "You're terrible, so let's see your profile, let's see what brings the
men running to you!"

   Julie took the iPad and signed in to her account.  Her inbox was rammed,
but she went straight to her profile and handed the iPad back.

   "There, take no notice of the photos, you'll see a few are doctored a
bit."

   "Fuck, they are too, and my god, you've got private ones too!... 
fucking hell, these are....  Fuck!"

   There were three very explicit photos that Julie had obviously taken in
her bedroom.

   "I only show those if I'm really interested!"

   "Jesus Julie, you're so...  god I don't know!"

   I scrolled down and read the rest of her profile and was open mouthed of
some of her description.

   "Doesn't all this frighten guys away?"

   "Nooooo," she giggled, "it brings the confident ones."

   And then I noticed something else which made me stop.

   "You've said your bi!  how on earth...  when?....  you've never said!"

   Suddenly Julie had a serious face on.

   "It's something I've never said openly.  I've never told you because I
wasn't sure how you'd take it, I've only ever really had three experiences,
one was during uni, and the other two were when I was drunk."

   I looked at Julie in a completely different light.  Images flashed
through my mind of porn I'd watched with two women.

   "I can see you're shocked, I take it you've never....?"

   I looked away, slightly embarrassed, no, it's never occurred to me."

   "So you've never kissed a woman even?"

   "Not like that, you know, sexually!"

   When I said the word 'sexually,' it made my heart flutter, and I must
have blushed.

   Julie's voice lowered and she took the glass from my hand and put it
down on the coffee table.  My heart almost stopped when she half turned,
looked me in the eyes, and said, "Do you want to try....  now?"

   I opened my mouth, but no sound came out, and before I could collect
myself we were kissing.  At first I froze, I just held my lips against
Julie's, then as it went on I didn't pull back, and Julie's tongue probed
between my lips.  I responded, opening my mouth until we were kissing
almost passionately.

   "Oh god," I said breathlessly, "Julie...  stop...  I don't know what to
say."

   "Did you enjoy it?"

   I didn't want to say 'yes,' but I must have nodded.

   "Then kiss me again."

   I found myself leaning forward, and soon we were kissing, and then
relaxing back into the sofa.  The alcohol had made me 'heady,' the kissing
had confused me, and I couldn't understand why my pussy seemed to be
reacting.

   Strangely I seemed to allow Julie to touch me.  Not sexually at first,
just lovingly caress my face and neck.  But then she ran her hand down over
my breasts, not like a man, grabbing and kneading, but softly.  And then
her fingers continued downwards, travelling over my thighs and coming to
rest on my knee.

   When she stroked the bare skin and slid her hand between my thighs I
must have fidgeted and moaned.  I still hadn't said a thing, nor had I
objected, but when she slipped off the sofa onto her knees and parted my
legs, I groaned, "No Julie, I'm not sure..."

   Julie looked up at me and just whispered, "Relax."

   I seemed to willingly part my thighs, and Julie reached up to my panties
and tugged them down and off.  I just couldn't believe how compliant I was.

   The moment she buried her head into my pussy I was gone.  Her tongue
explored between my labia, and I could hear the sound of her enjoyment. 
When she found my clit my hips tried to lift up, but she held me firm, and
slowly introduced a finger into my pussy.

   Whatever she was doing, my orgasm came quickly, and seemed to go on and
on.  My thighs were trembling long after I'd finished, and Julie raised
herself up where I could see my pussy juices smeared across her face.

   She smiled, "that seemed good?" she questioned.

   I groaned and uttered, "God...  yes."

   Sitting back on the sofa beside me, she squeezed my arm, and wiped her
mouth with a tissue.

   "Does that explain a bit?"

   I'd regained some composure and pulled my dress down when I replied,
"Fuck Julie, Steve's never done it like that, I don't think any man has."

   She laughed, "Well we live in hope, I don't give up on men.  Nor should
you!"

   We poured another glass of wine and returned to our discussions.

   "So, you gonna go for another guy online?  Is Steve still being a pain?"

   "I really don't know, I'm all mixed up.  I think after what we've just
done I need a good nights sleep."

   When Julie had gone I had an early night, looking across the road at
David's house, I was thinking of him in a different light, wondering if
he'd successfully met anyone.  I took a last look at my iPad and I noticed
my wink had been returned, but I just couldn't be bothered to go any
further, I was exhausted.

   The next day.  Wednesday, was a work day, I ignored anything on my iPad
and got on with what was a very busy day, indeed I had to work late.  I
finally pulled up outside my house around seven thirty, hungry and tired.
As I switched off the ignition another rather sporty hatchback pulled up
opposite, right outside David's house.  I delayed getting out and waited to
see who the driver was.  To my surprise a rather flashy blonde woman in her
thirties, got out and turned to walk up the path.  She certainly wasn't
dressed in a way that would suggest a casual visit to see a friend, or even
some sort of business appointment.  She wore very high heels, what seemed
like a short dress or skirt beneath a tight fitting winter coat with a
lavish fur collar.  Intrigued I watched David open the door and she stepped
inside and kissed him.  The door shut and I muttered to myself, "Well,
well, well!"

   I forgot about my fatigue and hurried indoors, putting a ready meal
straight into the microwave, then pouring myself a large gin and tonic.  I
really wondered if this was David and a 'date,' or had I been mistaken and
it was something like a financial adviser doing a home visit.

   I was able to sit with my meal on a tray on my lap in the lounge and I
left my curtains open with just a table lamp lit.  It gave me a view of his
house and I saw that although his lounge curtains were drawn the lights
were on.  It must have been half an hour, having finished both my meal and
my drink, I got up, thinking I was reading too much into it and feeling a
bit like a peeping Tom.  I'd almost turned away when the light in his
bedroom came on.  David had the curtains drawn but not quite completely,
there was a gap of about nine inches that allowed a slight view of the
room.

   I found myself putting the tray down and running upstairs.  From my
bedroom the gap in the curtains seemed to show a light in the background,
maybe a landing light or a wall light, or perhaps a light from the
en-suite. I couldn't see anyone but there were shadows moving, on what I
could see of the far wall and part of the wardrobes.

   Five minutes passed and I still felt a bit like a perve, it seemed I
wasn't going to see much even if 'something' was going on.  Then just to
keep me fascinated I saw a glimpse of someone.  For a brief second I felt
sure it was someone with blonde hair.  A few moments later I saw David
cross the 'gap' and it was clear he was naked, at least from the waist up.

   I wasn't going to walk away now.  I waited for another five minutes and
then it was clear.  I could just about see David's bare back moving in and
out of view.  It seemed obvious that he was standing upright and he could
only be fucking someone.  Sure enough every now and again I caught a
glimpse of a pair of feet beside his head, she was certainly getting a full
work over because I must have watched for another ten minutes.

   I suddenly became aware that my heart was pounding, and I couldn't stop
myself reaching down under my skirt and finding my pussy once again very
moist.  Kneeling on my bed watching David's movements I brought myself off.
As I groaned out loud I saw David step back and lower himself out of sight.

   Guiltily I got changed into my dressing gown and went back downstairs. I
cleared the dishes away and got changed for bed.  Once I'd arranged the
pillows I finally opened my laptop.  Just as I was about to log on to the
infamous website, Steve called.

   It was late for him to call, and it was clear that he was in a bar or a
restaurant.  He must have felt guilty because he sounded defensive, making
the excuse it was a business meeting, and that he was just 'checking in'
with me.  The sound of feminine laughter in the background did nothing to
soothe his midweek absences.

   When he'd said "love you," I wondered how much that meant, and was it
his guilt.

   After he'd rung off I was in a slightly angry mood.  I saw the large
number of messages, but the one that interested me most was one from Mark.
He'd invited me to go onto the messenger app and contact him there.

   I hesitated, it was ten 'o clock and I was tired, but I gave in and he
replied.

   What was surprising was how open he was, yes his name was Mark, but he
was married and he didn't live in the village he'd given on his profile, he
did in fact live up north and was staying weekdays in a local hotel.  It
seemed almost a mirror image of Steve and me.

   After a conversation that went on and on, where we opened up to each
other about all sorts.  The chat became much more friendly, more
comfortable, and then slightly intimate.  Mark was asking more sexually
biased questions and I seemed to answer them more frankly than I would have
with a stranger.

   Whether it was the evenings events, or the alcohol, I found myself
getting aroused.  He was a master of descriptive words, and somehow that
fed my desire, it became a form of foreplay.

   By the time midnight came I was putty in his hands.

   "My bed is lonely here," he eventually said, "it's only a short drive
away."

   "Stop it, I've only known you for a few hours, and we're both married,
don't be so naughty."

   I found myself slipping into a very flirty, teasing, mode.

   "Oh I can be very naughty," was his reply, "why not come over, room 143,
my bed is very soft."

   "Stop encouraging me, anyway I've had too much to drink."

   "I could come to you, your husband's not there, I'm very discreet."

   The suggestion made my heart leap, but it held that bit of spice, that
daring challenge, the audacity, the revenge for Steve being a bit of an
uncaring bastard, and I was feeling so horny.

   I felt everything close in on me when I replied, "Ok then, I'm in bed,
I'll leave the door on the latch."

   "I'll be about fifteen minutes, what's the address?"

   I wanted to shut the laptop closed, but something moved my fingers, "34,
Ringstead Avenue," and I included the post code.

   "See you soon," and he was gone.

   I could hardly breathe as I went downstairs and unlocked the front door.
In a panic I rushed back up into the en-suite to wash myself, and give
myself a hint of perfume.  I got into bed naked and shivered in just the
light from the lamp on the landing.

   "Oh god, oh god," I muttered to myself as I heard a car pull up outside.
It was twelve thirty, and it was too late to go back now.

   The sound of the front door opening, then closing, the sound if it being
locked and the footsteps climbing the stairs was like waiting for the
gallows.

   "Where are you," the sound of Mark's voice seemed to settle me slightly.

   "In here," I replied.

   I could see his silhouette in the doorway.  He was much taller than
Steve, and his voice softer with a slight Irish accent.

   "Lynne, I know this is a big thing, you still ok with it?"

   Mark's concern, his thought for me, decided me."

   "Get undressed, I'm ok, I want you."

   "I've brought a condom?" he knew it was the unsaid question.

   "It's ok, I want you without...  unless you want to?"

   "I'm glad, I want to feel you too."

   I watched as he slipped off his shoes, he took off his jacket,
unbuttoned his shirt.  I was glad he got rid of his socks.  I sort of tried
not to look, but couldn't resist it when he lowered his trousers and
underpants.

   In the dim light I could see that he was quite muscular, and his cock
was semi hard, swinging as he approached the bed.  His hands were cold as
he slipped under the duvet beside me.

   "Gosh, I'm sorry, it's cold out there."

   We giggled and that relaxed us both.  He waited without making any body
contact until we both had settled our breathing and our apprehension.

   "You're beautiful," he said, having not seen any of my body.

   "Stop that, you're just a smooth talker," I replied.

   "Well I'd better find out."

   He turned on his side and one arm reached out around me pulling me
towards him.  We kissed very softly, and it was all I could have imagined.
I put one hand behind his neck and our bodies pressed into each other.  The
kiss became a second and the intensity increased, and soon his hands were
exploring my body.

   "Yes, you are beautiful, I was right."

   I was about to say something in reply when I felt his cock against my
thigh.

   "I can feel you're getting naughty," I teased.

   "I'm getting very naughty."

   Daringly I took his cock in my hand.  I'd not ever been shocked by a
guy's cock before, but I tried to hide my surprise.

   "You feel like it."

   It was now very stiff, and very large, so much so that I wasn't sure how
well I'd be with it.

   As he kissed me again, I knew he wanted to roll between my thighs, I had
to say something.

   "You're very big, please go slowly."

   It seemed he knew, and all he said after a few seconds was, "You seem
very ready."

   His fingers had found how wet my pussy was, and as he pressed between my
pussy lips he didn't rush.  A gentle push, then backing off, a little
harder, a bit further, then stopping again.  When he pushed some more,
suddenly he was inside me, just an inch or two, but it felt wonderful.

   "Oh Mark....ohhhh."

   When he went deeper I groaned loudly, "Mark!"

   "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.

   "No...  NO!  fuck me!" I cried out.  I was shocked at my own sluttiness.

   "OHHHH," was my response as he went deep inside me.

   It seemed at first that my mind was a rotation of thoughts, of being
unfaithful, of fucking Steve in this bed where this stranger was fucking
me, of the change in my love of Steve, his being away and leaving me alone.
And then the physical pleasure took over.  Mark's thrusting, his changes of
movements, his mouth on my breasts and nipples, his large hands holding my
body firmly.

   "Mark, Mark...  I'm gonna cum."

   He knew perfectly well I was going to cum, and when I did, he continued
to fuck me gently until I couldn't help another orgasm.  I was just
enjoying the doubly unique sensation when Mark's hips thrust deeply, and he
held himself there.

   "Ugh..  ugh..  ohhhhh," I felt him jerk continuously inside me, deep
into my cunt, pumping semen, until he sagged above me, and disappointingly
withdrew.

   He lay there saying nothing, in those few seconds he'd changed.  He'd
satisfied himself, and I felt his guilt.  I knew this was something he'd
not done before, just like me, but it didn't help when he told me he was
going.

   I was left desolate, I felt used, and as his spunk dribbled from my
pussy, I cried, and I cried, and I cried.

   Somehow I slept...  for probably four hours.  I went to work and got
through the day, but left early saying that I was feeling rough.  I felt
like shit, pretty worthless and had already resolved to delete my profile.

   I texted Julie and told her what had happened.  She phoned straightaway
and did her best to console me.  We both agreed that men were bastards and
by the time the conversation ended I felt a little better.

   When Steve came home on Friday I think we both sensed a change in each
other.  I was trying to make up for my guilt, he was sensing his absence
was getting to me.

   On Saturday night he booked a restaurant and when we came home we had
sex in a rather mechanical way.  I had an orgasm, just about, and
afterwards as we lay there, there was a mutual feeling of 'distance.' The
strange thing was that the rest of the weekend went on in a routine way,
and our weekly separation was hardly mentioned.  On Sunday afternoon he
left and we kissed and by six 'o clock I was drinking again.

   Reluctantly I went online and had almost decided to delete my account, I
could see the Mark episode being repeated.  Before I did it I couldn't
resist browsing through the latest messages from local men.  It amused me
that so many married men were prepared to put themselves out there in the
hope of a quick screw.

   And then my eyes opened wide, there was a message from David Atkins.  It
was clear that he hadn't realised it was me just by the tone and the way
the message was written.  It said, 'Have read your profile and have seen
you're from my town.  I'm a single, older guy if that interests you.  I'd
love to meet for coffee, no hidden agenda.  If not I wish you luck in your
search.  David.'

   I took a second look at my profile and the photo I'd put up.  Yes it was
a side view, and the sunglasses heavily disguised me, so maybe he hadn't
twigged.

   I was suddenly both intrigued and mildly excited, and very definitely
tempted to reply.  Then I realised it would just be me playing with his
emotions, teasing, and he didn't deserve that, and anyway he'd already got
that blonde I'd seen visiting him.

   Monday morning brought work, and although I'd pondered David's message
I'd left it alone.  I'd also gone back on my idea of deleting my account,
it had become rather addictive.

   Work was no antidote to my rather depressed state of mind so when I
pulled up at home in the evening I was ready to open another bottle.

   "Hello Lynne."

   I had just slammed the car door, and turned to see David putting some
recycling into his bin.

   "Oh Hi David," I shouted back, "I wish these dark nights would hurry up
and end." It was making conversation, and I was trying not to think about
our 'exhibitionism!'

   "Yes I know, me too, I hope you're ok, I know Steve's not around in the
week, if you need anything I'm always around."

   There was no mistaking the careful wording, and so I was equally
careful.

   "Thank you David, I know you'd be the first one I'd go to.  These days
you seem to be able to fix any problem if you look online."

   I was shocked at the way I was pushing the suggestiveness.

   "Yes, well if you need me," then pausing he added, "tell you what, I'll
pop a note through your door later with my mobile number and email
address...  just in case you need it."

   "Thank you David, that would be a good idea, anyway I must go in, it's
quite chilly out here."

   With a wave I went indoors thinking of David beginning to come out of
his shell as a quiet widower.

   Sure enough while I was eating, the letter box rattled and a piece of
card landed on the doormat with his mobile and email details.  After I'd
cleared away I put them into my phone and without thinking texted him a
simple 'Thank you x.'

   Like most people the single kiss at the end was almost a convention, so
when he replied, 'You're welcome xx,' I saw the double kiss as a bit of
flirting.

   Dismissing it, I settled down to watch some tv, casually looking at my
iPad at the same time.  I was drawn back to the site and I did see that
Mark's account had been deleted, I guessed he was now suffering at the
hands of his wife.

   There were fewer messages in my inbox, I assumed because I was no longer
'new.' There was one however, from someone else I vaguely knew, and that
surprised me too.  It was the husband of someone I knew from the local
online neighbourhood watch group.  He lived two roads down from me and
Steve and I always chatted if we met him and his wife in the supermarket of
local pub.

   I'd always thought of them as a happily married couple, he was good
looking and she was very attractive, at least I knew Steve thought so, I
could tell!

   His profile didn't disguise his face at all, and I wondered what his
wife would think, until I read his profile.  I was staggered when it became
clear they were looking for another couple for a foursome.  After my
episode with Julie I was beginning to think how sheltered my life had been.

   And then I returned to the message from David.  I was sorely tempted to
send a reply.  I thought for quite a while before the alcohol gave me the
courage to do it.

   'Thank you for your message.  My position is complicated so I have to
careful.'

   It was a non committal message, and I got a bit of a thrill sending it
knowing that he was unaware of who I was.

   Within a few minutes he replied, 'I'm assuming you may be married.  I'm
very discreet.  I've been in your position before, I know the problems.'

   I chuckled as I understood that David must have been unfaithful when his
wife was alive.  Were all men like this?  And now I was doing it too!

   I wondered how to reply because I knew there would come a point when
identities would be suspected.

   'You've guessed right so I have to be careful.' Again I wasn't giving
much away.

   'If you don't want to meet in public, I live alone.'

   That reply surprised me.  I couldn't imagine any women who would just go
to a strangers' house.  David couldn't have expected a positive answer.

   I didn't message back, I left him hanging, and I wasn't even sure what
to say, or how to say it.

   I watched the late evening news, and came off my iPad.  I'd drunk too
much, and so I slept like a top.  Thankfully Tuesday was a non work day so
I wasn't up and about until after nine, so when I decided to get my bills
paid, and went online I saw a further message from David.

   I drew a deep breath when I read it.  'Linda, you didn't message back. I
looked at your profile again.  You look familiar.  I'm not sure.'

   It seemed the game was up.  I reasoned I could bail out now, and
probably get away with it not going any further, but inside me, I was
daring myself.

   I found myself typing, 'If I tell you my name is actually Lynne....'

   I looked at what I was saying, and saying, "Fuck it!" out loud I pressed
'Send.'

   Then nothing, at least for ten minutes, and suddenly my phone pinged.

   'It's you isn't it?' the text read.

   With my heart racing I replied, 'Yes.  Are you shocked?'

   With another ping came, 'Probably not.  Would you like to talk?'

   The game was up and I wanted to, but I held back knowing that David, if
he wanted to, could use all this against me.  Where was this leading? 
Should I go for broke?