Forbidden

Author's Note

A few months ago I published a two chapter series in the Loving Wives category under the heading Forbidden (Chapters 6 and 7). The story described two neighboring couples, each cheating on their spouse with the neighbor's spouse. At the conclusion of the two chapters each of the couples had caught the others, principally through one illicit couple's ineptitude with their use of their cell phones and the records those insidious devices create and the other illicit couple's use of the cell phones for revengeful disclosure of their own affair. The story was left hanging with the pair that had taken a long weekend in Napa flying home newly aware that; they had been caught; and their respective spouses were guilty of similar misconduct at home over the weekend. The postings didn't disclose what happened when the spouses got back together. Did it end in screaming divorces for either or both couples, forced home sales, lost jobs, shame and depression, and other general misery, as the typical Loving Wives commentator seeks, or was there some other outcome? Inquiring minds seem to want to know so Chapter 08 of the Forbidden series follows:

Preamble

It is recommended that the reader enjoy Chapters 6 and 7 of author's Forbidden series before reading this chapter but just in case here is a brief background:

Stan and Gina are a married Southern California couple in their mid-thirties living next door to a similarly aged couple, Richard and Lisa. They are good friends and have been so for five years or perhaps a bit more. Stan and Richard are in sales with different companies and Gina and Lisa are school teachers. Unbeknownst to Stan and Lisa, their respective spouses (Richard and Gina) have been having a secret affair for at least six months involving clandestine rendezvouses at home and elsewhere where the enjoyment of the sex is enhanced by the risk of getting caught. Richard and Gina decide to up the ante on their affair by engineering a secret trip to the Napa Valley for a long weekend dedicated to a small taste of wine and a lot of sex. Their spouses, left at home to their own devices, slip in their own torrid affair which they are enjoying thoroughly, with perhaps some guilt, until they discover via the iPhone's always handy 'Find my Friends' that their spouses were lying about their trip: Gina was not visiting a cousin who is a nun in Oakland and Richard is not attending a wedding in Carmel. They are both in a single motel room in Napa. In addition the iCloud storage account shared by Richard and his spouse disclose that Richard and Gina are doing very little wine tasting and a lot of fucking. Richard has unwisely stored the NSFW pics of his and Gina's illicit activities on the joint storage account.

Stan and Lisa extract their revenge by creating their own NSFW photos of the some of the screwing they have been doing in their spouses' absence and then sending the pictures to Richard and Gina along with copies of the Richard and Gina porn they had discovered on the joint storage account with a note that says, "How's your weekend? Ours was great."

Gina's Homecoming. Gina describes having to face her husband Richard with their knowledge of each other's infidelity:

When Richard and I arrived home from our illicit long weekend spent in Napa's wine country I was scared to death. Yes the sex with my next door neighbor Richard had been great, until just as we arrived at the airport to fly home when we learned that our spouses, Stan and Lisa, knew that each of us had lied about where we were that weekend and knew exactly what we had been doing for the better part of four days: fucking our brains out in Room 402 (or was it 401?) of the Napa Holiday Inn and taking NSFW pictures to document our fun. I was seriously busted and so was Richard.

What's worse, our spouses had been engaged in similar misconduct during our absence and sent us their own NSFW pictures. First we received copies of pictures Richard had taken of me sitting astride him with his cock buried to the hilt in my cunt as I pulled on my tits, my face twisted in lustful stress. These were followed by similar pictures of Stan and Lisa doing the same thing with a grin on their faces.

There was a major league knot in my stomach as I dragged my carryon bag up the walk to our front door. Would I still have a marriage to Stan? Did I still want a marriage to Stan, given my and Richard's conduct and Stan and Lisa's conduct over the weekend?

The answer to the second question was clearly yes. I was in love with Stan and had been since we had met in college. I couldn't imagine living without him. My fling with Richard was just that, a fling. Admittedly it had been a six month long fling, but it was just good sex, an exciting escape from everyday life. But could I forgive Stan for fucking my good friend and next door neighbor Lisa? Some of the pictures had been so flagrant: Lisa laying on her side with one leg raised and bent at the knee showing Stan's cock buried to the balls in her cunt as he looked over her shoulder grinning and holding one of Lisa's big soft tits in hand; and the caption: "How's your weekend? Ours was great."

My brief responsive message to Stan was, "We need to talk." He had responded "No shit!" That was the end of the correspondence and I had spent the airplane ride from San Francisco back to Los Angeles worrying about it.

When I entered the kitchen I found Stan sitting at the table with an open bottle of wine and two glasses before him.

"Hi."

"Welcome home."

"Am I? Welcome that is," I asked?

"Yes," he responded, "But Gina we do need to talk." He filled each glass with wine from the newly opened bottle and pushed one towards me saying, "Sit down."

I sat in silence and took a long pull on the wine as he did the same. The silence continued as Stan refilled both glasses.

Eventually we both blurted out, more or less simultaneously, "I'm sorry."

"Oh god Stan," I continued. "I'm so wrong. I've completely blown away my marriage vows to you. I've been having sex with Richard for six months now, ever since the Christmas party."

He raised his eyebrows at that. He knew about my weekend in Napa with Richard but not about the prior six months of clandestine sex at home when our spouses were away or in nearly public places, or our ongoing exchange of obscene pictures of each other or of porn we found of interest on the web.

He took another long drink. Then with a slight smile he said, "Well, I'm hardly in a position to get too high and mighty given what Lisa and I spent the weekend doing? As I recall I promised you I wouldn't be naughty while you were away and I think fucking the neighbor's wife certainly qualifies as naughty.

I nodded.

"I believe my marriage vows, like yours, covered fucking the neighbors spouse so I feel just as guilty as you," he continued. He paused and took another long pull on his wine. "But I would like to know what you and Richard have been up to for the last six months, not that it would excuse my conduct of this weekend with Lisa."

I took another long drink, and Stan refilled the glasses. The bottle was two thirds gone now.

"Was she good?" I asked. "Was Lisa a good fuck? Your pictures looked like you were having fun. Both of you."

He laughed, taking another sip of wine. "Yours did too," he responded. "And yes Lisa's a good fuck. I like playing with her big tits."

We each took another drink. This was a hard conversation. Drinking was required to keep myself talking; confessing and hearing Stan's confession.

"And was Richard a good fuck?" he continued. "He must be if you've been screwing him for six months now."

I smiled and took another sip of my wine. "Yeah, Richard's a good fuck. But listen to me Stan. He's no better in bed than you. It was just something exciting; something I shouldn't be doing and that made it exciting. It was forbidden and that made it exciting."

"So are you going to tell me the details?" he asked.

"You really want to know?" I responded.

"Yeah, I think I do. Who knows I might learn something to make it exciting for us."

"Are you willing to tell me about Lisa?" I responded.

"Yes. But I think maybe we should do this in bed. Besides the wine bottle is empty."

The 'make-up sex was grand. I still can't believe how our conversation at the kitchen table over a bottle of wine lit such a fire in me. I had walked in the front door consumed in fear and now I was burning with lust. There was no need for foreplay. We stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom leaving a trail from the kitchen. By the time we arrived at the bedroom Stan's cock was sticking straight out from his groin with a gleaming drop of precum atop it and my cunt was leaking a strip down my leg. I should have been furious and screaming at Stan for his infidelity or abjectly apologizing to Stan for my infidelity but all either of us wanted to do was to get onto the bed and fuck our brains out. Within a minute or two of leaving the kitchen I was lying naked on my back with my legs spread and bent at the knees and my hips rocked up so Stan's big hard cock could penetrate as deeply as possible into my cunt. He was pushed forward enough so that we were sharing a long wet sloppy kiss.

We didn't last long. I may have spent most of the prior four days fucking with Richard but Stan's big cock in my cunt quickly drove me toward an orgasm; an orgasm that arrived in tandem with Stan's climax. I his cock felt gushing hot cum deep in my cunt just as I lost control and screamed my way through my first orgasm of our makeup sex. There would be many more that night and the next day.

As he regained his breath Stan said, "Oh fuck that was grand Gina. I love you."

"And I love you too," I responded. Then he slid down between my legs and ate me to yet another orgasm. After that we slept, awakening just as the sun was setting. I had started the day fucking my next door neighbor in Napa and now as the sun set I was back in LA fucking my husband. My husband who had started his day fucking my lover's wife. What a life.

When I awoke I slipped from the bed and grabbed a shower. Stan was just waking up when I walked naked into the room.

"Why don't you get a shower," I said, "while I fix us some dinner. Then you can tell me about your sex with Lisa while we eat."

"And you'll tell me about Richard?" he responded. "Yes," I told him. "I won't hide anything."

"Okay. Me neither."

"Twenty minutes later we sat naked in the kitchen exchanging our tawdry tales over plates of Trader Joes frozen lasagna and another bottle of wine. I started by telling him about how Richard had begun our affair by seducing me on the back porch of the ball room at the Christmas party. "He pressed his hips against mine from behind and when I responded by pushing back he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and finger fucked me to a very intense orgasm. It was so wrong and so nasty having sex like that on the back porch of the ballroom where anyone, maybe even you or Lisa, might see us. My god Stan it was one of the most exciting things I've ever done."

"Did you do anything for him?" Stan asked.

"Yes, After I came I dropped to my knees and gave him a blow job. Then I went in and peeled Lisa off of you and took you home and fucked you furiously."

"I remember that part Gina," Stan said with a smile. "You were very turned on that night. Did he fuck you? While you were out on the back porch did he fuck you Gina?"

"No that came later. A week or two later you had gone to your sister's house to help her husband with one of his DIY projects. I was sorting laundry in the garage and Richard walked in the open garage door. He told me Lisa had gone to Costco. He brought up the Christmas party and one thing led to another. We kissed and then we fucked. Right there in the garage with the big door wide open. With me sitting on the laundry table and my skirt pushed up around my waist and Richard with his pants around his feet and his cock pounding away at my cunt while he played with my nipples. Anyone who walked by could have seen us. "

"Wow. And after that?" Stan asked.

"He went home and I finished the laundry, once my legs stopped shaking and I wiped the dripping cum off. After that it became a regular thing for Richard and me any time we could find a place we thought we could get away with it. It wasn't always fucking. Sometimes we just sat in a car and necked, but that usually wound up with us getting each other off with hand jobs."

"But Napa was different," I continued. "That wasn't just taking a target of opportunity. We planned it out in advance."

"Do you really have a cousin living in a nunnery in Oakland?" my husband asked.

"Yes, but I haven't spoken to her in years."

"And Richard's wedding in Carmel?" he asked.

"That was a lie too. There was no wedding."

"And what about Lisa," I asked him. "How did that start?"

"You told her not to be naughty while you were gone and she was. So was I," Stan replied.

"Are you going to share the details?" I asked.

He smiled. "Sure why not. Neither of us is in a position to hide anything. Late on the afternoon of the day you left to visit your 'cousin in Oakland' I found myself chatting with Lisa at the mailbox."

"That's all? Just chatting?" I asked.

He laughed. No I guess I must have been staring at her tits while we chatted and she must have been enjoying it because we both kept talking beyond the few bills we each had in hand would justify. I was far more interested in her tits than I was in how much she and Richard were paying for gas each month and she was enjoying my interest."

"She does have nice tits," I responded. Where did that thought come from I wondered. Lisa's tits were different than mine, or at least I imagined they were. I had never really seen them but as he described staring at her tits I found myself wondering how big her nipples were. Shaking my head I asked, "What happened next?"

"When the conversation began to lag and my staring was getting obvious even to me she dropped her bills and bent over to pick them up. I watched in silence thinking about how different her round plump ass was from yours."

"And how attractive you found it?"

He shrugged. "It's round and soft and as I looked this image of fucking her from behind popped into my head. I guess it was just a thing of the moment. I think you have a sexy ass, especially the way your glutes make it stick out, but right then I..."

I laughed at him. "You thought her ass looked very fuckable didn't you?"

"I guess. I don't know what I really thought. I was just enjoying looking at her nice plump round ass and she was taking a lot of time picking up two letters so I just kept looking and..."

"And she kept flaunting her ass at you," I said finishing his sentence.

"Yeah I guess so. When she stood up she suggested we go in for a drink. After a couple of very strong G&Ts she suggested we switch to a joint she had. When she came back with the joint her big tits had lost their bra and were wagging lewdly under the sweater she wore."

"So you and Lisa got drunk and stoned and then spent the evening fucking your brains out." It was a statement more than a question.

"A yeah, that's pretty much how the weekend started. "Lisa and I were lusting at each other at the mailbox and then we got drunk and stoned and..."

"Spent the weekend fucking yourselves silly... "

"Yup, while you and Richard were doing the same thing in Napa."

"Our neighbors are pretty naughty," I said. "It appears that we were both seduced."

"Hmmm," Stan responded. "I'm not sure either of us made any great effort to resist their seduction."

I laughed. "Fair point."

The conversation went on from there with Stan describing how Lisa had titty fucked him; and how he had fucked her from behind, with Lisa on her knees with her soft round butt in the air and her face on the floor while Stan fucked her and slapped her ass cheeks and she howled in delight; and with me describing what a turn on it was when I was dressed in thigh high nylons and a bustier that covered neither my tits nor my pussy and I demanded that Richard crawl across the floor and lick my toes before I gave him a foot job.

After nearly an hour of describing the sordid details of our transgressions of our wedding vows it was obvious that the time for talking was done. Stan was stroking his hard cock and I was sliding my fingers about and around my wet pussy.

Stan chuckled and said, "It appears that we both had quite a weekend. Too bad we had to discover it and blow each other's cover. What are we going to do now?"

"Two things Stan," I responded. "First bad as we were over the weekend I for one have no interest in divorcing or even getting outrageously mad at you. You were seduced, just as I was. Secondly, I am so horny from listening to you that what I want right now is to go back to bed and fuck some more. There are lots of questions we can decide tomorrow about how we deal with Richard and Lisa, but right now I want to suck on that big cock of yours and let you shove it into my very needy cunt." Stan loves it when I get graphic like that.

"I agree," he said rising from his chair, his erect cock wagging in anticipation. Later that evening (or the next morning, our timing was pretty much blurred) I titty fucked him just as he said Lisa had done with him and he fucked me from behind slapping my ass just as he had said he had done with Lisa.

Richard's Homecoming. Richard describes having to face his wife Lisa with their knowledge of each other's infidelity:

I let Gina off in front of her and Stan's home before pulling into the driveway of my and Lisa's home next door. I wanted to be sure Gina was safely in her house before I hit the garage door opener on my house potentially signaling to my wife Lisa that I was home. I had this idea in my head that if I didn't let Gina get safely in, Lisa might come screaming out of the house and attack Gina for running off with me to Napa for a weekend of illicit sex. Silly idea I know, but when you are in as much trouble as I thought I was sometimes your imagination runs away from you. I had this image of Gina and Lisa rolling about on the lawn scratching at each other while Stan and I stood watching aghast at the scene exploding on the front lawn before the neighbors.

I pulled into the garage, shut the engine off and closed the big door behind me before getting out of the car. There was no response from inside. Did Lisa even realize I was home? Oh god, did she care? Was she still there or had she packed a bag and run off without me?" My god what have I done, I thought as I stepped from the car and dragged my carryon to the door to the house.

I stepped into the kitchen and was relieved, or was it surprised, or shocked, or some other emotion to find my wife Lisa sitting at the kitchen table, an open wine bottle and two glasses before her.

"You're home," she said, filling each glass.

"Yes."

"How was your trip?" She wasn't smiling.

"I'm not sure how to answer that," I said.

"Well," she said, taking a pull on the glass of wine before her, "based on the pictures you recorded in our joint cloud storage account it looked to Stan and me as though you and Gina were having a pretty good weekend. Sit down and have a glass of wine. I think we need to talk."

"Yeah I guess we do," I said as I sat down and took a long pull on my glass of wine.

"So was she good?" Lisa asked. "Was Gina a good fuck?"

I refilled my glass in silence. after another drink I said, "Yes."

"I thought so," Lisa said. "I've known Gina for what five years know and the things she has told me about her sex life with Stan... well she is undoubtedly a good fuck. But tell me Richard how long have you been fucking her? Did it just start this weekend?"