Another Notch in My Belt

"So what do you think Donald... Like what you see?"

Donald took a long breath, more to stall I think before he had to answer.

"Kelly... I know we've been teasing and such but I'm not sure where this is going."

"Going?" I asked innocently, "Who said it was going anywhere? I just wanted to show you my boobs a little better. Isn't that OK?"

"So you're still the slut, eh?" he came back, "I thought you and Steve had such a great marriage."

"Oh but we do," I answered back, "But that doesn't mean we can each have some fun."

Donald reached out and pulled my sweater together but in the process his fingers brushed against my breasts and I felt a tingle.

"Well, I can guarantee you one thing, Lindsey would never go along."

"Who said anything about Lindsey? This is just between you and me."

"Hey, it was great talking to you tonight Kelly," he said hurriedly and then bolted.

I smiled as he hurried over to his wife. He hadn't said no after all!

Then I got pregnant and once Donald learned it was like all sexual banter was off limits. It would have been funny had it not been so frustrating. One night when I was about five months and starting to develop a pretty nice bump, we finally crossed paths at the refreshments table after a few months of avoidance on his part.

"Well hello stranger," I greeted him, "Seems like you've been avoiding me."

"Why do you say that?" he asked, trying to be attentive while at the same time it appeared he was anxious to be someplace else.

"Well, for starters we haven't talked in months!"

Donald nodded towards my protruding stomach. "I sort of figured you had other things to deal with than teasing married men."

I know he meant it nicely but it still sort of irritated me. "Why do people think just because you're pregnant that you don't think about those things? I mean like did Lindsey do that?"

I wasn't sure if he was grinning or what, sort of an in between look so I waited for the answer.

"As a matter of fact she did. Total off-limits the moment she found out."

"Really?" I couldn't help but blurt out. I know some women think sex during pregnancy is "dirty" or otherwise harmful to their child but that's been debunked by every credible medical expert on the planet. In fact, my OBY-GYN encouraged us to maintain a healthy sex life as long as it was comfortable.

"Oh? What's wrong?" I heard behind me and turned to see Steve standing there with an empty glass, evidently on his way to get a refill of punch.

"Oh nothing, we were just talking about tonight's lesson," Donald hurriedly said and then he quickly made his goodbyes leaving me alone with Steve.

"OK, so what was THAT all about?" he asked.

I tried to explain and as soon as I got to the part where Lindsey had shut off Donald when she was pregnant Steve couldn't help but chuckle.

"I can believe it, she seems the type," he said giving me a hug, "Not like my sexy slut wife who just gets hornier the further along you go. Speaking of which, isn't it time we got home?"

I poked him in the ribs with my elbow. He knew why and he just hugged me all the more.

"OK, OK, sorry to push but I can't help myself," he sighed in my ear.

Of course he couldn't - he's a guy and guys can't help but get horny thinking about the babysitters waiting for them at home. What could I say? She was a GREAT sitter and since she would be staying the night it really didn't matter if we hurried home but I knew my husband better than to ask him to delay any longer.

I realize that I have many things to thank God for when it comes to my body but there's one thing I never knew he'd blessed me with until my first baby. While some women put on lots of weight during pregnancy and turn into low-orbit blimps, people have told me even in my 9th month that from behind they couldn't tell I was pregnant. Oh sure from the side I have a basketball under my shirt but it's like all my weight gain is the baby without spilling over to the rest of me. The only exception, and one my husband really appreciated, was my boobs. Normally a solid B cup, it's like the day I get pregnant they start to grow and by the time I'm in my 2nd trimester I'm actually a true D cup! Unfortunately it's only a temporary benefit and within a few months of delivery they're pretty much back to normal, my boob-obsessed husband LOVES my breasts!

Being I carry most of the weight with the baby, it also means I don't have a huge problem getting back to my normal weight within a couple of months although muscle tone and such takes a bit longer. I HATE a few stray stretch marks but they are mostly hidden once I get back into bikini shape. Yes, I actually do wear a one-piece suit for a couple months after delivery, something Steve seems to find great joy in teasing me about as until my first baby, I don't think I've ever worn one in my entire life.

In any case, things stayed pretty low-key between Donald and I during the summer months after my delivery. During the summer we only had group sessions every other week instead of weekly and even then attendance was low. It wasn't until the kids were back in school that normalcy was regained. Donald and Lindsey were amongst those that pretty much took the summer off from group so I was happy to see them entering the room at our first meeting after the start of school.

Everyone seemed to have stories about back-to-school issues and so there weren't any problems getting people to speak up like we have at times. Of course Lindsey had to be one of those to chime in on everyone else's story and then finally she rose. There was something about her demeanor though that drew my attention - and those of the rest of the group. The always confident, always "in charge" Lindsey looked like she would burst into tears at any moment. Everyone suddenly quit talking and the room was deathly quiet.

"I know people think that Don and I have the perfect marriage with two wonderful kids, a nice home, and you name it. But something happened recently. We weren't going to come back to group but I told Don we had to or else I would leave him. So now he can tell you what happened."

I had no idea what this was all about, nor did anyone else it appeared. The room was filled with a stunned silence as everyone turned to stare at poor Donald who looked like he wanted more than anything else to just run out of the room and never come back.

Lindsey was seated now with her eyes focused on her poor husband like a laser. Any signs of tears had been replaced by something more akin to anger or revenge. Whatever Donald had done, she was going to make him pay for it. As curious as I was, I couldn't help but think to myself, "What a bitch!"

Don stood up slowly and addressed the group. In a few quick minutes he confessed to having dealt with an addiction to pornography for most of his life, an addiction which he had apparently successfully kept hidden until recently. No mention was made of what Lindsey found or how she found it. It could have simply Playboys or something as dark as child pornography or anything in between. I guess in Lindsey's eyes it didn't matter. Porn was porn and for her husband to dabble was akin to cheating.

Donald finished by apologizing to his wife and then to the group for his behavior, promising to make good on his vow to Lindsey that he would seek counseling and make the necessary changes to his life. With that our pastor stood up and offered prayer for Donald and his family, and then for all men facing the struggles of addiction, be it porn or drugs or whatever. I'd wondered why the pastor and his wife had attended tonight as they normally didn't. Well, in the future I'd be paying closer attention to those nights when he showed up!

Needless to say, Donald and I didn't do our little dance around the refreshment bar afterwards. He and Lindsey quickly made their exit without so much as a word with anyone once we broke up. On the way home, Steve and I talked about the incident.

"Wow, that was pretty intense, didn't you think babe?"

I sort of grunted agreement, still a bit weirded out by the whole thing.

"Thank God I have a wife like you," he said sweetly, reaching over to hold my hand.

I couldn't help but laugh a little at that one. "Yeah right. Imagine if I had got up and told them about YOUR porn collection!"

We both laughed together at that. Indeed, Steve had this giant hard drive which was practically filled with all sorts of porn. The only person I knew with a bigger collection was my dad and then only because he'd had more years to collect his. Still, Steve was doing a pretty good job catching up, especially with all the home videos he collected from various parties and get-togethers with other families and couples. At times I get a little worried that somehow the wrong people might find out what they have as much of it is illegal and would like.ly land them in jail or at the very least, brand them a sex offender for the rest of their lives. Back in the early days of the Internet, my father would download all sorts of crazy stuff but I know these days he stays off-line for the most part and doesn't go near anything that would draw attention. Same for my husband. Fortunately they both have their own local sources so they don't have to deal with the Internet Nazis.

"So what do you think?" I asked Steve who knew exactly what was on my mind.

Steve grunted which wasn't really a response. Then he came back with, "I don't know... hard call to make. On the one hand he's in so much hot water and Lindsey is probably watching him like a hawk so odds are he's off limits in any case, On the other though, I bet deep down he's not happy about all this. You don't do what he's done for so long and suddenly go cold-turkey. You know... he MIGHT be ripe for the picking about now come to think about it."

And people ask me why I love my husband so much! Like how many men would encourage their wife to seduce another man, especially one in the situation Donald was in right now? If anything I could tell he was turned on by the whole idea if the lump in his lap was any indication. I reached over to rub my hand over it.

"I love you so much Steve," I said gently as my hand massaged his growing cock through his jeans.

"Oh you DO, do you?" he teased me. "Then why aren't you sucking my dick instead of just playing with it?"

OK, so he had a point! I quickly corrected my behavior...

The following Sunday I didn't see Donald or any of his family at church. It sort of worried me as I hoped nothing had escalated any further between him and his bitchy wife. The night for our next group meeting came and it looked like they were going to be no-shows for that as well when they came in just at the last minute before the opening prayer. Donald looked like a deer in the headlights and I was sure he feared the worst but everyone greeted them as normal and nothing was said one way or the other.

There were no surreal moments this night and afterwards I saw Donald standing alone and quickly made my way to him.

"Kelly... not a good idea," he said as soon as I was within ear shot. I knew better than to think anything was going to happen with Lindsey on the prowl so I'd come prepared.

"I just wanted to say I thought your daughter did well at the service a couple of weeks ago and you should be proud of her."

Their daughter had sung a short solo as part of the choir so it was a good thing to say to give Donald plausible deniability just in case anyone asked what we talked about. That someone being Lindsey of course. I reached out to shake his hand which at first he hesitated to accept but then took my hand just long enough for me to pass a note. A little old school but a heck of a lot safer than an e-mail or text message for which a permanent record would be maintained.

"Thanks Kelly, I'll be sure to pass that on to her," Donald replied, quickly tucking the note in his pants pocket without even looking at it. With that I left before his wife saw us talking.

On the way home Steve didn't even get the car door shut before he was asking me how things went.

"Heck if I know Steve! For goodness sakes, I just gave him the note and for all I know he hasn't even read it yet."

"Well, he better not forget it's in his pants pocket before Lindsey does the laundry."

I giggled naughtily, "Oh I doubt he's going to forget. I just hopes he flushes it right afterwards."

It's not like I had written him a long letter, just a single short note with an e-mail address and three words, "Chat With Me".

"Hopefully he's smart enough to not use his regular e-mail account or keep a history log going," Steve remarked.

"He seems pretty smart," I remarked.

"Yeah, then how did his wife find out?"

I had an answer for that one. "I was talking to some of the other wives and from what I hear, it's not like she found some treasure trove of hard-core bestiality porn. Apparently all she found were some stories he'd downloaded from some porn story site."

"Oh really?" Steve said, raising an eyebrow, "I wonder if it was the one you use?"

It sort of surprised me as Steve rarely mentions my on-line activities, most of which I think he tolerates more than anything else. From the beginning we agreed that so long as I kept it vague enough for us not to be identified and didn't post anything illegal that he didn't mind me having fun with my "hobby" as he called it. It WAS interesting, though, to think about what Donald had been reading. Wouldn't it be amazing to find out that he was one of my "fans"? Even more so, what if he was one of the ones who contacted me and sent me tributes? Most of the guys who send those to me don't include their faces so unless I saw Donald's dick I wouldn't be able to tell if it was him. In any case the odds were in the stratosphere that he would be one of those guys but it still made me feel a little tingle between my legs thinking of the possibilities. Then I thought some more and figured it was virtually impossible as he would have recognized me from any photo I might have sent him to use when he masturbated about me. Oh well...

Every night for the next week I checked that e-mail account which I'd set up just for him so it wasn't like anyone else would be contacted me through it. Not so much as a peep though. The one night it was late and I was just about to shut down my iPad for the night when a message appeared.

"Kelly?" was all it said. My heart was pounding as I answered back. I didn't ask who it was as I knew it could only be one person, even if the address was something totally unrecognizable.

And so started a series of chats that went on for a month! Sometimes they lasted for just a few exchanges, at others for as long as an hour. He was using his work iPhone for which fortunately his company allowed personal use as well so he could load personal e-mail accounts and even chat via them. Apparently this was a "benefit" he hadn't told Lindsey about so for as far as she knew, all his personal communications were through his home phone with his work phone strictly regulated to work-use only.

We continued to see each other at church and couples meetings but stayed away from each other so as not to draw the attention of his ever-watchful wife. Still, there were those opportunities when our eyes would meet and I could see it in them... the growing desire that I'd been working so long to cultivate.

It wouldn't be long now... I was sure of it. All we needed was the right time and place.

Chapter 4 - Another Notch In My Belt

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It was October before anything could happen. In the preceding weeks we'd gotten more bold in our chats but at the same time, I can't say we ever went TOO far. Flirtatious comments and lots on sexual innuendo but never anything like, "I want to fuck you." No matter how secure the communications might be, I think he was still reluctant to say anything that couldn't be explained away as just some flirting and playing around.

Then came the chat I'd been waiting for so long. I chat with a lot of people and many of them ask me if I masturbate when I chat with them. Usually I tell them no but even with those who I try to make feel better by saying I do - I don't. First, it's hard to type and finger yourself. Second, when I masturbate I like to concentrate on what I'm doing, not multitasking. This, however, was one of those nights when I laid in bed stark naked, one hand between my thighs as I typed awkwardly in response to Donald's questions.

Was I available Saturday afternoon? That's right, afternoon, not evening. Why not? Could I make it to a hotel on my own? Like duh. Then he explained that his son had an out of town soccer match with his travel team while Lindsey was going to take their daughter to a movie as part of a mom-daughter afternoon. That left Donald with a 3-4 hour window of opportunity, one he didn't want to spend doing yardwork apparently!

I couldn't help but feel a bit taken for granted when after I said it was OK with me, he gave me the room number at the hotel where he'd already made reservations. A little presumptuous perhaps? But then I really couldn't blame him as it wasn't like I'd given any signs of playing hard to get.

That was all and after shutting down I joined my naked husband in bed - not that he ever wore anything in the first place.

"You're pulling my leg," was his immediate response.

"No... I AM pulling your dick but not your leg," I joked as a laid on my side and stroked his soft dick - a condition I didn't expect it to maintain for long.

"A hotel room, eh? That cuts down on his time so why not just ask you over to his place? That's what you prefer anyways, isn't it?"

Steve was right, I WOULD have preferred to be invited over as it added a special element to fuck a husband in the same spent on the bed where his wife would be sleeping just hours later. Then again, I could see where Donald would be apprehensive of his wife noticing anything out of place or the slightest smell she didn't recognize. Pretty risky when he wouldn't have enough time to ensure the place was cleaned and ready for her return.

"Think he'd let me watch?"

"Steve!" I said, giving his now hard dick a little extra tug, just enough to make him jump a little and get the message, "You know better than that."

Steve just shrugged it off saying, "Hey you can't blame a guy for asking." Then he brightened again with another "aha" moment. "Video?"

I didn't even answer him this time but gave him a really hard tug this time and he got the message this time! My perverted husband. But I love him!

Saturday came after what seemed to be an eternity. Steve offered to drive me, an offer I gladly accepted as downtown parking can be ridiculous.

"Behave yourself now," he said to me as he kissed me before I left to go inside the lobby.

"Oh I will!" I said with a roll of my eyes. I turned and walked away, fully aware that my husband's eyes were fixated on my ass and legs which were on full display starting with my five inch hooker heels, thigh high fishnet hose, short skirt that barely came to the tops of the hose, topped by a skintight sheer white top with long sleeves that fit me like a glove and showed off every curve to its best. It hugged my bustline like Saran Wrap, my nipples showing through as if there nothing covering them at all. A gold chain around my ankle - a gift from my dad many years before, a wedding ring courtesy of my husband, a diamond cross hanging from a delicate gold chain around my neck, and half-carat diamond earrings were it for jewelry. With a skirt this short I wore a high waist thong which did little to nothing to cover my butt with just enough to keep my pussy covered, especially since I'd let my pubic hair grow for the past few months. Nothing too bushy but nicely trimmed and maintained.