The Tale of the Tape

For the next few weeks I had to be very careful around the men in the house. I watched my husband for any sign he might suspect what happened between Dell and me. As for Dell, I had to make sure he understood that what happened between us would not happen again. But who was I fooling? Once a cheater tastes forbidden fruit, little else will satisfy.

I was certain that Frank didn't have a clue. His habits, his routines all kept to schedule, at least the ones I could observe. We didn't sleep together at night, of course, so during the week I saw him at breakfast and dinner and a few hours in the evening. It occurred to me that if only he slept with me, even chastely, I might not have resorted to watching porn, not have violated my vows.

The one change in his behaviour that I could note is that he began dressing a little better, paying more attention to his grooming. I attributed this to Dell's new wardrobe for work. While the young man looked good in a tight t-shirt, he looked great in a fitted oxford and silk tie. It was natural and good for a husband to want to compete with that. Not that I openly showed Dell admiration in front of him. Just the opposite, in fact, now that it mattered.

Dell, on the other hand, was a walking wild card. The morning after our tryst he came up behind me in the kitchen and tried to put his arms around me. My body responded to his touch momentarily. Then I came to my senses and pushed him away, begged him to not make things difficult for me.

I didn't think he would make trouble. My husband and I had taken him in when he needed our help and he was good friends with our son. Exposing our liaison would hurt me but it wouldn't be good for him either. He was young and had a bright future. Why would he burn his bridges to get back at a dumpy old woman?

He took it well, though, and agreed that we should keep our friendship platonic though he would treasure our moments together, as would I. I was glad, at first, that I wouldn't need to walk on eggshells around him. But then I'd be alone with him and feel myself letting my guard down, expecting him to try and kiss me, hoping he would. When I fingered myself at night I would remember how wonderful his mouth felt down there. And whenever I ate a banana, well...

*****

Fortunately I didn't have many opportunities to be alone with him. His new job kept him out of the house for long hours and on his days off he was touring apartments and rental houses. Then one evening my husband announced he would be driving to his parents' house on Sunday to pick up some things from a storage unit they were giving up. I offered to go with him but he said he was hitching a ride with his friend Isaiah and his pickup truck only seated two.

"You want to watch a movie?" Dell asked after I saw my husband off.

"Depends on the movie," I replied.

It was a dirty movie, of course, titled "Taboo II". It was an older movie and the cover had more of a classic cinema look to it than modern titles. A shapely woman barely covering her nude body with a blanket hinted at the contents.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said, hoping my refusal wouldn't hurt his feelings.

"Are you sure? I hear it's really kinky," he said. "I think you might like it."

"Because it's kinky?"

"Because you like flicks with a story to them."

I turned the tape over and read the description on the back. The taboo in question was incest which should have disgusted me. But I was able to separate fiction from reality and actors from their roles. It sounded intriguing, to be honest. But did I dare watch it with Dell? Though I had been borrowing Dell's porn tapes for weeks we had never watched them together. Dell made the decision for me.

"I'll put the tape in," he said. "Why don't you make some popcorn?"

The opening sequence was playing when I brought in the popcorn, buttery and salted. Dell was sitting at the end of the couch, innocently watching the television screen. But there was nothing innocent about this scenario and as I watched the popcorn pop I decided I was okay with whatever happened. More than okay, I was looking forward to it.

The movie was good. The male actors could have been 70's family sitcom stars. The daughter was likewise generically pretty. The mother of the family, though, was dark and curvaceous... exotic. Despite her full-bodied sex appeal, her husband didn't want to have sex with her though at least they shared a bed. Her frustration made it easy for the son of the family to seduce her and I wondered if Dell chose this movie because it reminded him of me.

A fun plot development came when the daughter of the family crawled into bed with the sleeping parents and woke up her dad by sitting on his dick. After an entertaining sequence in which she bounced on him at multiple angles the daughter rolled out of bed and blew him a kiss goodbye. Having a raging erection and only one place to put it, the dad rolled over and started pounding his wife, to her great delight. I do like a happy ending.

The truly surprising thing about the movie was that we watched the entire thing and Dell never made a move on me. We were both in a state of arousal. The tension was thick between us. But I guessed that he was respecting my boundaries and I could hardly fault him for that. So if anything was going to happen, and it was now or never, I had to take matters into my own hands.

As the credits rolled I leaned over on the couch and began undoing his belt. He didn't say anything but leaned back to make it easier for me to work. He was rock hard as I opened his fly and there was a damp spot of pre-come on the front panel of his underwear. I pulled out on the waistband to free his staff and dipped my hand into his trunks to hold his balls. Then I leaned into his lap and opened wide.

I wasn't in a hurry, not like last time. We had the house to ourselves and I was imagining the possibilities of the next few hours. I wasn't an expert at giving head like the women in the video were but I never had a complaint. Dell ran his fingers through my hair as I bobbed on him and his other hand roamed over my hips and under my skirt and down into the waistband of my panty hose.

At one point he tried to insinuate a fingertip between my cheeks and I reached back to fend off his hand without missing a lick on the head of his dick. He then contented himself with squeezing my buns which I rather enjoyed. I think I would have enjoyed having his finger up my bum as well but I wasn't sure I ought to let him know that. I thought about the little battery-powered lipstick vibrator in my purse and wondered what it would feel like in my ass while Dell's dick was in my mouth.

Dell's orgasm caught me by surprise and there was more semen than I was expecting. I tried to swallow it all but I ended up choking and some of it came out my nose. I got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to get cleaned up before we continued. But when I returned to the living room Dell was gone. There was no tape in the VCR. He must have thought I was upset with him again and went back to his room.

I was disappointed that I wouldn't be getting any more action. I thought about going down to his room and making it happen. But guilt was setting in by then as well as fear of being discovered so I decided not to press my luck. A little time in a hot bath would sooth my frustration.

Frank got home in the mid-afternoon and I helped him unload his boxes from Isaiah's truck. He was uncharacteristically quiet at the dinner table. Dell was a no-show for dinner which was fine. But the silence at the dinner table made me feel more lonely than usual. Frank said he wasn't feeling well and would go to bed early and I was glad to do the same.

It was funny that I had been so nervous up until then, so cautious. And now I felt confident and safe and I didn't know that my life was changing in ways I couldn't see.

*****

Dell found a duplex to call his own and our son Andrew flew in to help him move. Our daughter Cindy came home from school that weekend as well and Frank fired up the grill and on Saturday our home was filled with the happy noises of family and friends. Then on Sunday evening we were left alone, Frank and me, the one and one who didn't quite make a two. I was indifferent to my isolation before. Now it made me miserable.

Frank seemed to be making more of an effort. Perhaps he picked up on my despondence. He paid me a little more attention, gave me occasional compliments on my appearance. There was a time I would have appreciated these gestures, but not now. His attempts to embrace me or hold my hand left me cold and I began to wonder if I should consider divorce. Maybe being alone wouldn't be so hard if I didn't have to pretend I was in a happy marriage.

*****

A week went by, two weeks. I should have stayed away but I showed up on his doorstep one Monday morning which I knew was Dell's day off. I felt like a fool but I had the lie ready on my lips that I only wanted to see his new place. I didn't have to worry, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Lisa!" He exclaimed, "Come on in. Let me give you a tour."

The duplex was tastefully decorated... wallpaper, mood lighting, nicer furniture than I expected. Dell said his boss wanted his living space to reflect the kind of design aesthetic he was trying to sell to customers. He had a large rear-projection television in the living room and I could imagine how much he must enjoy watching porno tapes on that big screen with no one looking over his shoulder.

The kitchen was small but clean and well-equipped and I was glad to see he wasn't living out of boxes and cans. He took me to the bedroom and I casually checked his dresser and closet but the only sign of a feminine presence were the mirrors and commercial art that decorated the walls. His bathroom was unremarkable except for the shower which was a walk-in type with walls made from glass blocks. He flipped a timer switch on the wall and the shower lit up with the red glow of a heat bulb.

"Nice," I said and turned to leave the room. He stood in the doorway, blocking my path. I looked up into his eyes for a few heartbeats and we came together, melting into each other's arms, lips open, tongues questing.

I felt no reluctance as he hurriedly undressed me, throwing my clothes in a pile on the floor. He took my hand and led me to the bed and I sat there naked, leaning on my hands as he undressed himself. His erection was standing proudly by the time he kicked off his socks and when he came to me I leaned forward to gladly take his dick in my mouth and the cheeks of his ass in my hands.

I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with a blowjob, though, and after only a few minutes he pulled it from between my lips and pushed me back on the bed. He gave my pussy a few perfunctory licks before spreading my legs wide and plowing into me with that stiff cock of his. My legs went around his waist and crossed over behind his back. It had been so long since I was in this position it felt like it was happening to someone else. I looked over at the mirror beside the bed and sure enough it was me, Lisa Greene, mother of two, getting fucked by a guy young enough to be my son.

I kissed his neck as he fucked me, kissed his shoulder, his ear, his cheek. When he lifted his head to look in my eyes I kissed his lips and let him put his tongue deep into my mouth. At first he pounded into me like a jackhammer. But then he slowed his pace and began making love to me. I helped him find his rhythm with the subtle motion of my hips. Oh, how I loved this.

Unfortunately, though I was wet and willing for him, my puss was woefully out of shape and maybe twenty minutes had gone by before I had to ask him to stop.

"I'm sorry, Dell," I apologized, "It's starting to hurt."

Dell was apologetic and concerned for my well-being. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I just haven't done this in so long."

He hugged me and I hugged him back, his wet penis pressing against my pelvis. "Well, stay here, don't move, and I'll be right back. I want to be with you and make you feel good if I can."

I stayed in his bed and rolled onto my side. He ran out into the house and came back seconds later with something from the kitchen, a bear-shaped plastic bottle of honey.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I saw 'Bolero'," he said.

I hadn't seen the movie myself but I heard about it and knew what he wanted to do. So I rolled onto my back and spread my arms and legs for him.

He started by letting a drop fall onto my lips and kissing it away. Then he drizzled a thin line from my chin to my neck to my cleavage. He took his time licking away the sweet sticky stuff and I began to grow excited at what was coming soon, excited and impatient.

He criss-crossed my breasts with honey and began licking and sucking them. They are not nearly as firm as when I was his age but they are full and still hold their shape even when I am lying on my back. Dell took his sweet time exploring them and sucking my stiff nipples into his mouth. It made me so horny I was tempted to start playing with myself but I knew he was going to be worth the wait.

He decorated my soft navel and filled my belly button with honey before drinking out of it. Then, finally, he covered my pussy with it and not just my lips but the nest of my pubic hair and my inner thighs and the creases where thighs met pelvis. I braced myself and just like the first time he kissed me there my hips rose to meet him.

For a long time I writhed and tore at his sheets as he pleasured me, licking and sucking and even biting me like a beast. I felt his tongue penetrate me as deeply as it could and move in me like a tiny but potent penis. I clenched my eyes shut, I opened them and stared desperately at the ceiling. I looked over at my image in the mirror and could hardly recognize the sweaty, disheveled adulteress who sprawled on her lover's bed.

I was nearly spent when he stopped and coaxed me to roll over on my stomach. He straddled my legs and I felt his hairy balls and still-hard cock resting on the backs of my thighs. I felt the touch of honey on my back from shoulder to shoulder and then his lips and tongue. Surely he must be tired, or full, by now. He worked his way down my back and must have used quite a bit on my buttocks, squeezing them possessively while he licked them.

Then with one hand he tried to spread my cheeks and I bucked him off before he could put any honey there.

"Thank you very much, Dell." I said, getting out of bed. "But no thanks on that."

I tried to say it in a sincere way. He just lay there on his elbow, still gripping the honey bear, grinning and devouring me with his eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower," I told him and walked naked to his bathroom, letting my hips sway suggestively.

I stepped in the shower and turned on the water. When it was warm enough I stepped under the water and began washing the residue of honey and saliva from my body. There was a click and the red heat lamp above me came on. I turned to welcome Dell as he joined me but he turned me around with his hands on my shoulders. One hand dropped to my waist and he began bending me over.

I trusted him and I wanted him so I let him guide me and braced my hands against the shower wall while he gripped my hips and pushed up into my willing pussy. It didn't hurt this time, not even when he began slamming into me so that the walls of the shower echoed with his grunts and my groans and the wet slap of our bodies.

I was so happy when he came inside me. I stood carefully, arching my back to keep him inside me as long as I could. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and his lips caressed my neck and ear as his hands stroked and squeezed my breasts. By turning my head I was able to find his mouth with mine and we shared one last loving kiss before his penis slid from my vagina.

I finished my shower alone and when I came out I found a fresh towel waiting for me and also my clothing, neatly folded in a stack but curiously missing my panties. I had to pull on my panty hose without underwear which made me feel sexy all over again.

Dell was dressed when I joined him once more in his bedroom.

"Thanks, Lisa," he said, taking my hand. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."

"Me too, Dell. It was everything I hoped it would be." I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "But you understand this was a one-time thing. We can never do this again."

He just laughed, because who was I fooling?

"Sure thing, Lisa. But we can still be friends, right?"

"Yeah," I said, melting at the hopeful smile he gave me. "I would hate not to have you as a friend."

He walked me to the door, then down the walk to my car in the driveway. His duplex neighbor gave me a nod and Dell a wink and half a smile. We made a lot of noise in the shower and I wondered how much this guy heard. If he ever connected the dots I might be in trouble. But the truth is, I didn't care. A sweet man had just made love to me and I was feeling indestructible.

I felt so cool driving home with my sore nipples and pussy, keenly aware of the feeling of upholstery through the thin fabric of my skirt and hose. 'I'm not wearing underwear!' I wanted to yell to the drivers of the other cars around me at intersections.

*****

I managed to get a few hours of work done that afternoon. I made Frank his favorite dinner, shepherd's pie. I didn't even mind when he put his arm around me while we sat on the couch and watched television after dinner.

But at bedtime I went alone to my bedroom like I did every night. Looking in the bottom drawer of my dresser I found an old nightie, too short to be practical, and modeled it without bra and panties. I got under the covers and hugged a pillow and pretended I wasn't alone any more.

I was a different person now. I could no longer be content as a mild, sexless old woman. I needed to make a change. I didn't know what I was going to do. But I knew that I would do... something.