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I was in a relationship with a married man, if you can call sneaking off to have sex about once a week a relationship.
I know this made me a slut or whatever derogatory name you want to call me.
Why did I do it?
For what it's worth, he was my high school sweetheart, but despite our strong connection, we broke things off when I went away to college.
We did hook up when I came home for breaks and during the Summer, but I guess we weren't meant to be. I didn't come home much after my Junior year, and he met the girl who became his wife.
Meanwhile I met a man my Senior year, fell in love and moved to his hometown where we got married.
We were in love, but to be honest, for my part it didn't have the passion that I had with my high school sweetheart.
He never left my mind, and then came Facebook. We reconnected, and my lust for him flared up. I can't say that it was the direct cause of my divorce, but I did divorce my husband and moved back to my hometown where my old sweetheart still lived.
Our Facebook chats started out relatively innocent, but soon turned flirtatious, but we never acted on the flirtation because we didn't want to jeopardize his marriage.
Sometimes I wonder if I was just trying to recapture my youth, but I try not to over-analyze things.
Eventually, we did start having sex, then his wife discovered our chats, but her reaction was totally unexpected.
John broke one of our "rules," and called me.
"Janet," he said, "Savanna found our chats."
"Fuck, no," I said, "what is she going to do?"
"That's where it gets weird. She wants to meet you. She wants you to come for dinner tomorrow night."
"She what? What does she want to do? Poison me, or pour it over my head?"
"I have no idea, all I know is she wants to meet you. I think it's my only chance to save my marriage."
"I guess when you put it that way, I really have no choice. What time should I be there?"
"Shit, I don't know, let's say seven o'clock?"
"That works. How should I dress?"
"Nothing fancy, just jeans, whatever."
"Well, that was helpful," I thought.
I hung up and tried to decide how to prepare for what was potentially the strangest dinner of my life.
Saturday I made my preparations for I didn't know what.
I had a nice long shower and shaved everywhere, even my pussy except for a neat landing strip. I didn't know what I was expecting, so I decided to prepare for anything.
For the same reason I wore a sexy thong and went braless. I figured she intended for this to be a contest, and I was determined to win.
I wore my tightest jeans and my sexiest, skin-tight T-shirt, which made my lack of a bra obvious.
I applied minimal make-up and pulled my hair back into a ponytail.
John answered the door and was nervous as Hell, and was sweating like a pig, which I guess was appropriate.
Behind him I saw his wife, who had taken the opposite approach to mine. She was wearing a low-cut LBD, and while not overly made-up, she obviously had her warpaint on, with her hair in one of those, "I spent hours to make it look like I didn't do anything with my hair," hair-dos.
Before John could even introduce us, she walked over and gently stroked my right cheek, while pressing my left cheek with hers and giving me an air kiss. Before I could think of what to do, I responded with an air kiss of my own.
"You must be Janet," she said. "I'm sure we'll be great friends."
"I... I sure hope so, Savanna," I said, as she just giggled.
"Come, sit, dinner's almost ready. John, please pour some wine."
She sat on one end of the couch, and when I went to sit on the other end, she just patted on the space beside her.
I tried to put a respectable distance between us, but she just scooted over so that our hips and thighs were touching. I tried to move away, but she just moved over.
After a couple of tries I just gave up and let her have her body contact.
We just made idle chit-chat until the oven-timer thankfully chimed and we got up to go to the dining room.
"Let me help you," I said, as I tried to follow her to the kitchen.
"No, thank you, I've got it covered. Why don't you go and keep John company?"
I'm not sure if she smiled or smirked at me.
"John, what the fuck is she doing?"
"Damned if I know. So far it seems pretty harmless, let's just play along for now."
I can't say that I shared his optimism, but I didn't feel that I had any options, so I poured another glass of wine and waited for dinner to be served.
I must say that she was an outstanding cook, and the talking was limited, what there was, was more chit-chat, until Savanna dropped a bomb.
"I understand that you and John are old lovers."
I dropped my fork on the plate, and was thankful that I didn't have a mouthful of wine, or else it would have been sprayed all over the table.
"Not lovers, just high-school sweethearts."
"That's certainly not the impression I got from your chats, but whatever," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs as we finished eating.
"Who wants dessert?" she said, licking her lips as she put her hand on my thigh to brace herself as she stood up.
"I... I'm sorry, but I've got a big day tomorrow, and really should be going.
"Come now, tomorrow's Sunday, surely you have time for dessert. I made it especially for you."
I really had no answer for that, but I insisted on helping clear the table.
We put John to work scraping the plates and loading the dishwasher.
As soon as it was loaded, we sat back down and Savanna brought out a carafe of coffee, then the dessert.
It was some sort of a trifle, and I have to admit that it was delicious. I had to restrain myself from having seconds. After my second cup of coffee, I stood up and made another attempt to leave.
Savanna jumped up and grabbed my hands.
"Surely you can stay just a little longer?"
"I'm sorry, I really have to be going. I'll have to reciprocate some time."
"Oh, I'm sure you will," she said with an evil grin.
I had an uneasy feeling I knew what she meant, said my good-byes, and practically ran out of there.
John called the next day.
"Well, that was weird," he said, "it was almost like she was coming on to you."
"Ya think?" I said. "This is too much. I'm not into girls, John!"
"Relax, she's never shown any bi tendencies. She's probably just trying to freak you out."
"Well, she's succeeding. What are we going to do now?"
"Um, that's sort of why I'm calling. She's already asking when we can get together again."
"Jesus Christ, John, maybe we should just call the whole thing off. I must have been out of my mind to get involved with a married man."
"We can't give up now, now that we've come this far. Let's hang in there a little longer, see how things play out."
Reluctantly I agreed.
"Okay, let's do this Saturday, seven o'clock again. Tell her this will be casual." I wasn't going to get into a pissing contest with her again.
"Okay, I'll call you if that changes."
I knew I couldn't compete with her cooking, but I wasn't going to let myself be embarrassed, either. I made baked scrod with a cornflake crumb coating, homemade mashed potatoes, and green beans. I had a store-bought chocolate cake for dessert.
As for my clothes, I again toned things down. New, but everyday underwear, a nice sweater, comfortable jeans and flats. With my hair in a ponytail and minimal makeup again, I hoped I was ready for anything.
Right on the dot at seven they arrived, and as soon as I saw Savanna, I knew we were fucked. She had copied my outfit from the previous weekend, down to the lack of a bra, and she was carrying a covered cake dish.
"I hope you didn't go to too much trouble for dessert, but since you seemed to enjoy the trifle so much, I decided to bring one for you."
"No, that's fine, I just have a cake from the supermarket."
"That's great. Where shall I put it?"
"I'll take it," I said, and took it from her hands and brought it into the kitchen.
"Would you care for a drink before dinner?"
"Yes, please," she said.
"I hope you like prosecco, I developed a bit of a taste for it when I went to Barcelona."
"Ooh, Barcelona, maybe you can tell us all about it some time?"
"I'd be happy to, it's a beautiful city."
I promised myself that I'd watch my drinking, but the prosecco went down so easily, and I was more than a little tipsy.
I served dinner and it seemed to go over well. Savanna was complimentary of my cooking. I knew she was blowing smoke up my ass, but I appreciated the thought.
We got talking about Barcelona, and had switched to wine.
I put John to work clearing the table, then served the dessert, foolishly with Baileys and coffee.
Soon, there was more Baileys in the cup than coffee, until the coffee got cold and we ran out of Baileys, then we switched back to prosecco.
Of course we got sillier, and Savanna was more touchy-feely.
Savanna laughed at all of my amusing tales, continuously touching then stroking my arm, while John looked on bemused.
I was getting quite tipsy and almost knocked her over before she steadied me with her arm around my waist.
I was feeling very intoxicated as she guided me to a love seat and sat so close beside me that I could feel her body heat.
Instead of being repulsed, I was getting turned on, and I felt my pussy moisten.
I didn't object when she undid my ponytail and ran her fingers through my hair. She turned my head so that we were facing each other and kissed me full on the lips, and I returned the kiss. Soon we were open mouth kissing and our tongues were dueling.
I looked over at John, his mouth was open in shock, while Savanna just sat there grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Wh... What was that all about?" I managed to spit out.
"Oh, don't be so naive. You want to fuck John, and I want to fuck you."
"But John said that you weren't bi-sexual."
"Oh, I'm not. I'm more what you would call, bi-curious. And when will I ever get a better chance to satisfy my curiosity? You're certainly sexy enough."
"But... But I'm not into women."
"I guess you'll just have to fake it then, 'Fake it until you make it.'"
My resistance was gone as my panties were soaked, and when she stood up, I tried to pull her back down. She just put her finger to her lips and pulled me up into a full body hug. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest, and when I tried to pull away she just led me into my bedroom, with John following dutifully behind.
Before I could react, she had pulled my sweater over my head, and while John was unhooking my bra, she pulled her T-shirt off and we were standing topless facing each other.
She quickly closed the gap and we continued kissing each other. John tried to sneak a kiss or two before Savanna shooed him away.
Soon we were hugging and I loved the feeling of our breasts and nipples rubbing together.
She started to undo her jeans, and nodded for me to do the same.
As I undid my jeans she pushed hers all the way to the floor, and I saw that not only was she commando, but she was shaved bare.
As I pushed my jeans down, she noticed my underwear and hurried over to kneel in front of me and pulled my jeans down to the floor.
"Your underwear is so cute, almost virginal, though I suppose it's a little too late for that, right?" she said with an exaggerated wink.
She helped me step out of my jeans, then pulled my panties down.
"A landing strip? You do know that John likes it bare down there, don't you? He'd better after all the Brazilians I've suffered through!
"Well, let's get comfortable," she said as she pulled back the comforter and top sheet.
She looked over at John.
"Grab a chair if you want to watch, John, sorry, but there'll be no threesomes."
John looked like he was going to argue, but shrugged his shoulders and went to get a chair.
By the time he got back Savanna and I were in the bed, gently stroking each other.
Soon, she was pushing me down towards her crotch. I tried to resist, but she wouldn't be denied.
I had no experience with women, so I just did what I liked to have done to me.
I had my face buried in her pussy, licking and sucking for all I was worth, and she was writhing so much that she almost threw me off.
I redoubled my efforts then I felt some moisture on my face. At first I thought she had peed on me, then I realized she had squirted.
I had heard about squirting but had never experienced it.
Savanna pulled me up and began kissing me, heedless of her juices all over my face.
She rolled me onto my back and started working down my body, paying special attention to my tiddies and nipples. They hadn't felt so hard in my entire life.
As she worked her way down towards my pussy, I glanced over at John.
He had his pants and underwear around his ankles and was pulling on his dick. For some reason I was worried about him coming on my rug, then saw that he was using his handkerchief to masturbate with.
At that moment she reached my pussy, and I was so turned on I immediately had a small orgasm, but then she really started working on me, and I found it hard to believe that this was her first time with a woman.
My orgasm was just reaching its peak as I squirted for the first time in my life.
Savanna and the sheets were soaked, and John came so hard that the handkerchief couldn't hold all of his cum.
Savanna and I shared a shower, just a shower, then waited while John cleaned up.
When he came out we were cuddled on the love seat wrapped in a large quilt.
Savanna helped me change the sheets, we got back under the quilt, then I noticed that it was getting late.
"Savanna," I asked, "what are the sleeping arrangements?"
"The 'sleeping arrangements' are that you're going to sleep in your bed, and John and I are going home to sleep in ours."
"But, but, I thought..."
"I think I have a pretty good idea of what you thought, but you were wrong."
"Are you two going to fu... fu..."
"Fuck? That's really none of your business," she said as she threw off the quilt and stood up in all her naked glory.
John just shrugged his shoulders, and they were dressed and out the door, barely acknowledging me.
I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I waited a few days, but I was getting frustrated, so I gave them a call. Savanna answered.
"Hi, Janet," she said, "how nice to hear from you. "I was wondering when you would call. Are you ready to get fucked again?"
"Again? I didn't get fucked the last time."
"Maybe not by John, but I didn't hear any complaints."
What could I say? She was right.
"Well, uh, this feels a little awkward, but I was wondering when we could get together again."
"Oh, dear, we have been neglecting you, haven't we?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so."
"We can't have that now, can we? Why don't you come on by Saturday, around 8:00, we can get right down to 'business.'"
"Okay, fine," I said, and hung up.
I had a light dinner Saturday, I didn't want to be stuffed (except by a big dick!), then I had to decide on an outfit.
I went with casual slacks and a pullover sweater. I wore no underwear, I figured it wouldn't be on very long anyway. I wore my hair down, had a glass of liquid courage, and I was off.
When I arrived at their home they were both wearing robes. I guess they weren't planning on being dressed very long either.
John was ready with prosecco, I seemed to have made some converts.
Savanna wasted no time, and took John and me by the hand and led us to their bedroom.
Savanna began to undress me as John helped. As soon as I was naked, John picked me up and tossed me on the bed.
John dropped his robe, climbed on the bed, and immediately dove between my legs. I really didn't need the lubrication, I was soaked, but that didn't mean that I didn't enjoy the feeling, and soon had my first orgasm.
John moved up and began kissing me. Despite my cum all over his face, I returned his kisses, even licked my juices off of his face.
He positioned his cock at my pussy and plunged his entire cock into me with one smooth stroke.
As we got into a comfortable rhythm I glanced over at Savanna. She had dropped her robe and was pulling on her nipples, her pussy glistening with her arousal.
At that moment, I was frustrated when John withdrew, but it was only so that he could fuck me doggy.
Before I could even get comfortable, Savanna got onto the bed, straddling me.
With her pussy pushed against my nose, I knew what she wanted. I mentally shrugged my shoulders and began licking.
I don't know if I was just getting conditioned, or what, but I found myself getting into it.
We all came together, then John flopped over and squeezed in between us, turning his head and kissing each of us.
That began a three-week period where we had sex in just about every combination imaginable.
Sometimes we all played together, sometimes it was just Savanna and me, but happily, most of the time it was just John and me.
It was addictive. I was having relatively guilt-free sex with John, while the lesbian sex, though still not my thing, was interesting.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and after a bit, Savanna satisfied her bi-curiosity and shut the whole thing down.
John and I weren't ready to give up and continued to have sex behind her back.
We were much more careful, we got burner phones and so on, but we, and by "we" I mean John, lived in fear of Savanna catching us again. He was sure that she wouldn't let him get away with it this time.
I was pretty sure he would never leave his wife, and while that is the worst thing (morally) I had going on in my life, that strong connection, great sex, and feeling that I got when I was with him (like I was 17 again) kept me from stopping the relationship.
All was good for a few weeks as we enjoyed what we considered to be harmless fun, until I got the phone call.
"Janet, this is Savanna. Could you meet me for coffee this afternoon."
"Of course," I said, "Is there something wrong?"
"I'd rather not talk about it on the phone. How about the Dunkies on Main Street at one?"
"Yeah, I can do that."
"Thanks, Janet, I really appreciate it. See you then." Then she hung up.
"Fuck, what can this be about," I thought. "Does she know about me and John? No that can't be, or she wouldn't be talking to me."
Promptly at one I walked into the coffeeshop and saw her sitting at a corner table with her coffee. I got a cup and joined her. Before I was even in my seat he blurted out why we were there.
"I think John's cheating on me."
"What makes you say that?"
"It's just a feeling I have, like the feeling I had before I caught him with you. You're not seeing him again, are you?
What could I do? I lied.
"No, no. of course not. Have you tried having him followed or anything?"
"No, not yet, but I suppose I'm going to have to."
I took her hands in mine.
"Oh, Sweetie, I feel so bad for you, I hope you find out that it's nothing."
"Thank you, Janet, me too."
With that, we finished our coffees, stood up, hugged and went our separate ways.
I immediately called John.
"John, she knows."
"She knows? About us?
"Well, not exactly, but she thinks you're cheating on her again."
