We Have All Week

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was a physical awareness that Carrie wasn't there, that I could stretch out my arms and legs in the middle of the bed and enjoy the space that was mine alone. It's not that I minded sharing a bed with her, but this change and the free space I had felt like a small luxury. People who have been married for a long time will understand. As I stretched and sighed, an awareness of what happened the night before came rushing in and I froze, my eyes now wide open. I'd had sex with Jessica.

I replayed the previous night in my mind, how it had started innocently enough before years of flirtation and frustration fell away and we'd ended up having some of the most passionate sex I'd had in many years. Maybe ever, I don't know.

As I got up and made coffee I began to puzzle over what would happen next. There were so many ways it could go: would she regret everything and confess to her husband? Would we never mention and pretend like it never happened? Or could I go back over there now and pick up where we left off?

I was standing at the front window with my coffee, staring absently out at the street when my phone buzzed. It was Carrie. I felt guilty, as if she knew what I was thinking just then. But that was absurd. I took a deep breath and answered.

"Good morning."

"Hello! I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to check in before the sessions started. It's a ridiculous schedule they've got us on this year." She always complained about how busy she was at the company retreat, but it seemed obvious to me that she loved being able to throw herself fully into work. "How was your night?"

My night was great, I thought, visions of Jessica on all fours while I pounded her from behind. "Quiet," I said. "It's so strange without the kids here. I had all these things I wanted to do but just fell asleep in front of the TV."

Carrie laughed. "You must have needed it. Do you have a busy day at work?"

"Just a couple of projects to finish up. Shouldn't be anything too pressing." I had been looking toward Jessica's house without thinking about it. As I was talking, the door opened and she stepped outside and started to walk toward my house. I watched her carefully while I listened to Carrie tell me about her schedule.

"Before I go," Carrie was saying, "I have a favor to ask: would you mind checking in on Jessica? Craig was saying she hasn't been herself lately and was worried she'd be feeling down stuck there by herself all week."

I didn't respond right away because Jessica was stepping into our driveway, clearly coming to talk to me. She was wearing jeans and an old t-shirt. The way the jeans hugged her curves was perfect. I loved watching the sexy sway in her hips while she walked. I tried to linger in my memories of the night before a little longer before I had to deal with any of the consequences.

"I know you'd been looking forward to the week alone," Carrie was still talking. "Maybe just pop over there once or twice, have a cup of coffee with her, that's all."

I opened the door quietly as Jessica approached and held a finger to my lips. She stopped and smiled as I kept talking.

"Of course," I said, smiling now. "I'll check in on her and let you know how things are going. I'd be glad to help."

"Thanks," she said, rushing now. "I've got to run - I'll try to check in later. Love you."

"Love you," I said automatically as she hung up.

I carefully hit the end call button and breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry about that," I said to Jessica.

"Carrie?"

I nodded.

"I had my check-in call an hour ago before Craig went to the gym."

I wasn't sure what to say to that, didn't know how we were supposed to act around each other now.

"So who is it you told her you would check in on?"

I smiled. "You."

Jessica grinned and nodded. "I thought so."

I watched her for a second, her smile widening. "I'd say last night was the most thorough 'checking in' I've had in a long time. Mission accomplished," she said.

I laughed and held the door open for her, feeling excited and relieved. "Come in. I've got coffee."

I poured her a cup and we sat at the kitchen table with our mugs, each of us watching the other with half grins on our faces.

"Fine," I said. "I'll go first. At the risk of opening with a cliche.... about last night...."

She laughed. "Yes? What about it?"

When I didn't respond right away she batted her eyes at me. "Did you do anything fun?"

"Well yes," I said, playing along. "I had a very nice night. Memorable in fact."

"Ohhh, memorable? Really? I'm so glad to hear it. You wouldn't believe this but I would describe my night as memorable as well. In fact," she leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper, "if I had a chance I'd do it all over again."

My fears melted away, pushed aside rather by a surge of desire. "Well then we'll just have to make sure you get that chance."

We both laughed and sipped our coffee and I could tell that she was more relaxed now.

"I was worried this was going to be weird," she said.

"Me too. I mean, it's not not weird, but in a good way, if that makes sense."

"Definitely. I was prepared for you to say it was just a one time thing and we'd never talk about it again."

"Really?" I said. "I was prepared for you to confess all to Craig and blow up everything."

"Oh my god," she said, "not a chance."  She sipped her coffee thoughtfully.  "Though I guess we should figure out some kind of a plan for what we tell them?"

"Right. We have to make sure our stories match. It feel so sneaky but that kind of adds to the excitement."

"It really does," she said, reaching across to take my hand.

"Just to be perfectly clear," I said, smiling, "we're definitely having sex again, right?"

Her eyes got wide and then she laughed and squeezed my hand. "God yes."

I poured more coffee and we talked about plans for the week. It was kind of ridiculous - it felt like a business meeting - but we had to figure out what we'd tell our spouses, how to keep the neighbors from getting suspicious, and whether we had any conflicts that would get in the way of spending as much time together as possible. We decided to spend our days taking care of work and chores, freeing up the nights for... I was going to say quality time together but we both knew that we were freeing the nights up for sex. It was Tuesday morning, which meant we had four nights together before we had to pick up the kids at camp on Saturday morning. Carrie and Craig would fly in later that afternoon and our fun little interlude would have to come to an end. Somehow four nights felt like an eternity and no time at all.

"There's one more thing," Jessica said, as we were wrapping things up. "I want to make the most of this." She looked like she was struggling to find the right woke. "I want to make it... fun."

I felt a blow to my ego. "Last night wasn't fun?"

"No no that's not what I meant at all. It was so much fun.  I guess why I mean is... Would you be into trying new things with each other?"

"Oh?" I was intrigued. "What kinds of things?"

"It's not even about specifics really. It's just that I trust you and I don't know when we'll be able to do this again and, I don't know... Aren't there things you wanted to do or have wanted to do in bed but you don't want to ask Carrie? Or things that you'd wish she would do that she doesn't?"

I laughed. There were so many. "Yes," I said, "of course there are."

"Well," she said, sounding more assured now that we were getting to the point. "What if I could do those things for you?"

My eyes got wide as my mind raced. "And I would do the same for you? The stuff you want but haven't been able to ask for?"

She nodded, looking sexier than ever, a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

"It's just communication, but you know, marriage is so complicated. What if we gave each other permission to just say what we wanted? Without having to worry about consequences or judgment? I think it would be so --"

"Liberating," I finished. "I get it. And I love it. I mean, I'm assuming neither of us would get too weird about it... I promise I'm not going to try to tie you up and call me master or anything like that."

She laughed. "Good," she said. "Although if that is something that you fantasize about we could maybe..."

"It's not. But the fact that you would consider it if I asked is incredible. I think we're going to have fun."

She leaned across the table and kissed me, it felt like a spontaneous gesture, a show of her excitement. I still wasn't used to kissing somebody else, the feel of her lips, her scent.

"Okay," she said, leaning back in her chair. "One last request."

"Yes?"

"Can I go first? When you come over tonight I'll tell you what I want to do and, obviously, if you're okay with it we'll... Proceed."

"I'm in. I can't want to 'proceed.'"

"And then of course, next time it's your turn so start thinking about what you'd like from me." She blinked coquettishly and laughed.

It was not my most productive day at work. As I struggled through Zoom meetings and pretended to read over proposal drafts my thoughts were almost wholly on the night ahead. What was she going to ask me to do? How much pleasure and/or weirdness had I signed up for? Was she into roleplay? Did she want to be spanked? Would there be blindfolds and hot wax involved? I feel like I knew Jessica fairly well but I don't think socializing casually with another person gives you any insight into their sexual fantasies. For that matter, what was it that I wanted? How would I be able to tell if I was asking too much? Or too little? Despite these concerns my desire far outweighed my anxiety and I couldn't wait for 9:00 to arrive. My heart was racing when I walked up to her house.

She opened the door before I had a chance to knock. She was in a simple yellow dress that hung loosely on her body. Her hair was down, she wasn't wearing shoes, looking every bit like she was just expecting a quiet night at home. She poured us each a glass of wine and we stood in the kitchen drinking and making small talk. Each of us had already had our goodnight calls with our spouses, so the night should be able to proceed uninterrupted. I was leaning against the counter as Jessica drained her glass and came up to me, pressing her body against mine as I leaned in for a deep and unrushed kiss, tasting the wine on her tongue, my hands around her waist. Her curvy body felt great against mine.

"So," she said, breaking the kiss, "I realize that I might have been a little too mysterious this morning and you were probably wondering what you had agreed to."

I sighed. "Is this the part where I find out you have a secret sex dungeon?"

She laughed. "Sorry to disappoint you, but no. What I have in mind is nothing near that... interesting, I'm afraid."

"Whew," I said in mock relief.

Our arms were still around each other, faces close. "Okay," she said, "do you know how when you're with somebody... physically... one part of your mind is taken up with what you want them to do, a certain way you hope they'll touch you or maybe do more of one thing, less of another. Is that making sense?"

"Of course."

"Tonight... if you're up for it... I want to tell you what to do. I will tell you exactly how I like to be touched and when and where... everything. I will tell you exactly what I want and desire and all you have to do... "

"It's perfect," I smile, interrupting. "I'm in. I'm completely in. I love it."

"Really?" She looked delighted.

"I'm ready to start right now."

She smiled. "I'm so excited about this. First, I just need you to kiss me some more." We kissed against the counter for a little longer, Jessica's arms around my neck except for when she took them away to move my hands down lower so that I was squeezing her ass as I ground into her. I was getting hard already.

She pulled back slowly and then turned, taking my hand and leading us into the guest room. (We had decided earlier to stay out of our bedrooms to lessen the chance of leaving too much evidence where it might be discovered). She walked to the edge of the bed and turned away from me, backing her body up against mine.

"Put your arms around me and kiss my neck." I gladly did so, and she put her hands on mine, wrapped around her waist, while I kissed gently down her neck. "Mmm, yes, that's the spot," when my lips were on the sensitive skin under her ear. As I kissed there, she moved my hands up over her breasts. "Cup them like that, hold them," she said as I took their weight my hands. "Rub my nipples," she whispered, and I could feel them getting stiff under my thumbs. After a few minutes of these she sighed and told me to unbutton her dress.

Her dress had a long row of buttons down the back and I slowly undid them one by one, revealing first the strap of her white lacy bra, the thick row of hooks, and then the back of her matching panties. "Take it off," she said and I moved the dress over her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. She stepped out and turned to face me and then put leaned in for another deep kiss. "Take off your shirt," she said, stepping back for a second to give me space. I paused for a minute to admire her matching bra and panties, the way the bra held her heavy breasts and pushed them together for some amazing cleavage, and the silky smooth panties curving over her hips and ass. As I hurried out of my shirt she reached back and undid the hooks on her bra, letting it go slack but still holding it up. "Put your hands under my bra," she said as I slid my hands over her warm skin and underneath the bra cups, finally touching her heavy, bare breasts.

My eyes must have given me away as she smiled. "You really like my breasts don't you."

"God, I love them... they're perfect."

"Then show me," a big grin on her face. "Kiss them."

I pulled her bra away and, still holding her breasts, leaned in to kiss them, one then the other, my lips brushing over her stiff nipples at first and then taking them between my lips. "That's it," she encouraged, "suck my nipples." I began to suck, gently at first until she said "harder," and then "still harder" as I increased the pressure. "Bite it just a little," she instructed. It was so thrilling to know that I was doing what she wanted, what made her feel good. I sucked harder and pulled her nipple between my teeth until she gasped. "Now the other one, just like that."

I could have spent forever on her breasts but she pulled my head back up and told me to kiss her neck again. We kept kissing as she backed up and climbed onto the bed, moving backward until her head was on the pillow and I was at her side, still kissing her lips and neck. "Mmm," she said, "touch me between my legs." I reached down with one hand between her thick thighs and began stroking her panties, feeling the dampness against the silky fabric. "Do you feel how wet I am for you?" she said, her lips close to my ear." I kept stroking, kissing her neck. "I want you to eat my pussy," she whispered.

"Yes ma'am," I mumbled, kissing my way down her chest, pausing to suck on her lovely nipples again, kissing lower over her belly, and hooking my fingers under her panties along the way and sliding them down while she lifted her hips for me. I was on my knees on the bed, my hands on her thighs, head lowered between her legs as I took my first lick.

"Like that," she said, just lick me like that for a minute." I gladly followed orders and inhaled, the smell of her arousal so exhilarating. I licked her slowly, tasting her, her pussy warm and wet on my tongue. "Now push in with your tongue and keep licking." I parted her lips with my tongue, pushing and licking slowly up a few times before letting my tongue brush her clit. "Ah!" she gasped. "Like that, again." She reached down and grabbed my hair with one of her hands, using it to move me to the spots she liked and pushing down when she wanted more pressure. She kept going with the instructions and directions, her breath getting heavier, commands getting shorter -- "Harder," "Like that - don't move" "Yes. Yes!" -- as I felt her excitement building, her hips lifting off of the bed as she ground her pussy into my face, a last "There! There!" when I found the right pressure and spot on her tongue and felt her whole body tense and then release, shaking from one spasm then another while she came hard, pulling my head back as she came down.

"Just a second," she said, I lifted my eyes, watching her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths, loving this view of her breasts. I breathed in, still loving her scent, the lower half of my face now wet from her pussy. She let go of my hair hair and let out a low laugh. "Sorry," she said, "got carried away."

"Good," I said, smiling up at her. "More?"

"A little more... god, you're good at that... I want to see if it can happen again, okay?"

"I'd love to," I said, lowering my head, "at your command."

She laughed again, a sort of expression of unbelief which I completely understood. I'd never experienced anything quite like this.

"Start licking again... start faster this time."

I happily returned to her pussy, licking with more pressure and speed, finding her clit faster this time and following her commands again, which were more urgent, more assured. Like any man I had always hoped I was skilled at cunnilingus but had hardly enough experience, especially with a variety of women, to know for sure. That made this even hotter -- I knew I was doing what made her happy because she was telling me exactly what she needed. Her excitement started to build again, hand tightening on my hair as she moved me roughly, pushing herself into my face and grunting commands. It felt like she was about to explode again when she gave my hair a sharp tug and said "Get up here." When I hesitated for just a second she pulled again and said, "I want you inside me... Now!"

I didn't hesitate again and pushed myself up on my arms, climbing over her body. My cock had been hard the entire time I was eating her out. When my face was over hers she pulled my head down and kissed me greedily, not even kissing so much as licking my face, tasting herself while she grabbed my cock with her other hand and lined me up at her pussy, saying "Now Now" as I pushed inside of her in one wet thrust.

She felt even wetter than the night before, so warm and tight around my cock, and I started thrusting as she kept talking, "Like that... yes... fuck me... harder, harder!" The bedsprings squeaking as I pounded her. She pushed on my chest and positioned me to that I was holding myself up on my hands, my hips moving forward in a way that had my cock rubbing more directly against her clit with every up and down motion. When I found the right spot her voice rose again "There! There! Don't stop!" as I thrust over and over again, watching her below me, her face sweaty, her huge, heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust, eyes closed in concentration as her body started to tense again and then her eyes opened, looking directly in mine as she said "are you close?" I nodded - it was all I could do to keep from bursting - and she grabbed my ass with her hands, nails digging into me, and pulled my body back down onto hers, while her hips kept pushing and I went harder, even deeper than before. "I'm cumming!" she yelled and as I felt her pussy tense and grow still wetter I let out a guttural "Ah!" and exploded into her, my body collapsed onto hers while I pumped over and over again, deep inside, such a sweet and satisfying release unlike any I could remember.

I stayed on top of her, my cock softening a little, still inside of her, our breaths slowing down as we calmed and came down. After a few minutes I slipped out of her pussy, my cock still half stiff and covered with our juices as I rolled over to my side. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at her face, my hand resting on her stomach, a light sheen of sweat on both of our bodies. The whole room smelled like sex.