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In a matter of weeks, I’d gone from staid English housewife to some kind of insatiable slut. In the hours before David got home from China, I tried to reason with myself. I tried to convince myself that I would turn over a new leaf, I’d be pleased to see him, I’d try to reinvent our sex life, I’d probably try to stay away from meeting with Sheila quite so much. “All with the best of intentions.” I heard myself almost speaking it out loud as my fingers massaged my clit. Silently, I shuddered as I brought myself off with a modest orgasm. David was snoring and snorting beside me in the dark. The evening had gone from bad to worse. From the moment he had walked through the front door he was offhand, rude, almost aggressive, and it didn’t seem that he’d actually been away for ten days or so. After an evening of heavy drinking, his response to my advances in bed was simply to roll on top of me, hump up and down for a few minutes, and empty himself inside me. A brief kiss and he turned on his side to go straight to sleep. I had gone to the bathroom and cleaned up, and was hurt and angry that my first attempt at being a ‘loving wife’ had met with such insensitivity. I even tried to rationalise it as karma for my behaviour.I drifted off to sleep and had a restless night. The next morning David was up early and with just a peremptory, “See you tonight,” he was gone to work. I burst into tears. I was totally mixed up, my mind was in turmoil and I reached for my phone to text Sheila. Within minutes, she had phoned, asking, “Whatever’s the matter, Laura, what’s wrong?”I don’t think she could make much sense of what I was saying between my sobbing.“I’m on my way, I’m coming round.”Both Sheila and I had copies of each other’s front door keys in case of emergencies, and in no time I heard her coming upstairs. I was curled up on the bed, red-eyed, and foetal.She came over and sat beside me on the bed, resting her hand on my hip. “Come on, tell me all about it, Laura, it’s obviously David, has he found out what we’ve been doing?”“I bloody wish he had!” I spat it out between sobs, and then it all poured out: his homecoming, the drinking, the lack of interest, the drunken, hurried sex.Sheila leaned forward, “Come here, have a good cry, let it all out.”I reached up, clinging to her, shoving my face into the crook of her shoulder, taking in her familiar perfume.“Look, go and have a shower, come downstairs and we’ll talk it through, I’ll make a cuppa, I’ve got all morning so take your time.”I felt much better after the water had washed away my tears. I slipped my bathrobe on and joined Sheila in the lounge. Sitting beside her on the sofa, I sipped my mug of tea.“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?” She said it softly.I nodded and replied, “I tried so hard last night and it felt like I was useless, but do you know, I know I’m sexy, I know I can turn guys on, and David is just using this place like a hotel.”As I put down my mug, I turned to Sheila, “I feel like I want out. You divorced Jim, didn’t you, but I’m not so fortunate, David controls all the money.”Sheila took my hand. “Laura, think carefully, don’t do anything hasty, but if you need help, I’ll be with you if that’s what you decide.”I felt a sort of relief when Sheila said that, and I reached out and hugged her, taking in that lovely fragrance once again. As I pulled back, we stared at each other, and I noticed the deep green colour of her eyes for the first time. She wore no makeup; she’d hurried round to mine before she’d had a chance to get ready for the day. Her skin was flawless, and I could see the pink fullness of her lips.It seemed natural that we kissed. It was a kiss of deep friendship, of understanding, of empathy, but as it went on it became one of more than that. Sheila’s lips parted, and we began a series of kisses, of gently trapping each other’s lips in a variety of ways, sucking, nibbling, and using our tongues to taste each other. I’m not sure how much time passed before I felt Sheila’s fingers tugging the tie around my waist, and pulling my bathrobe open. I wanted her to make love to me, I wanted the Ankara escort intimacy of someone who understood my needs at that moment. I freed my arms from around her shoulders and slipped my bathrobe completely off, and as I lay backwards on the sofa, there were no words spoken, but our eyes expressed something new between us.I watched her lift her t-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts encased in her bra. She reached behind and unclasped it, letting her breasts tumble out. She stood briefly to unbutton her denim jeans and held onto the end of the sofa while she released her legs from them. As she stood on one leg I could see the damp patch on her tiny panties, which were then tugged downwards, leaving her completely naked, standing over me. She lowered herself to kneel on the rug beside the sofa and offered her mouth to me once again. This time the nature of the kissing showed a passion, a desire. Still unhurried, and without any spoken word, her lips found my nipples. The quietness of my lounge was now broken by the sound of me sighing. Sheila’s lips sucked gently, her tongue circling my areola, causing the noises I was making to become soft moans. One of her hands had strayed down across my tummy, and had found its way to my thigh. I parted my legs, allowing her fingers to stroke the soft skin just above my knee. I couldn’t help my words of, “Please, Sheila, yes!”Her tongue moved downwards, tracing a path across my abdomen. I could feel the tip passing over my hip and down the outside of my thigh. Softly she kissed the inside of my knee and the kisses continued every inch upwards on the inside of my leg. I opened them wide and I knew I was so wet, longing for that final moment to come. “PLEASE, Sheila!” The cry was now a desperate plea.She held back, almost teasing, before her tongue slid between my labia. Slowly back and forth, sucking each swollen lip, then plunging more deeply inside, flicking upwards and downwards. My breathing was now so rapid that my mouth was open and almost panting. When Sheila’s tongue finally lapped over my clit, I cried out so loudly that I was glad the house was ours alone.“OHHH… FUCK!” I heard Sheila mutter, “Mmmmm,” as her face buried itself further between my thighs. And then she took my clit and started sucking, with the tip of her tongue rubbing it too. I was so close; the lounge was echoing to a rhythmic, “Oh…! oh…! oh…! oh…! ohhh!”The moment her fingers squeezed one of my nipples, I came. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” I kept repeating as my hips bucked upwards. Sheila kept her face buried in my pussy, gently kissing it as I slowly settled, moaning, and catching my breath.“Oh fuck, Sheila, that was so, so good. Please come here, hold me, kiss me.”Sheila climbed onto the sofa beside me, and the kiss came with all the flavours of my pussy juices.“Now, now, my lovely friend,” she whispered. “I think we know that we both enjoy each other now. I really didn’t know how much I’d enjoy this, but we’ve discovered a new and exciting world. And if David doesn’t want you, I do!”We lay for a while before we both got dressed. My tensions had been eased and the sharing of my problems had helped. Sheila stayed all morning discussing the ‘ins and outs’ of divorce, and how she had navigated her way through it. I had some serious thinking to do. I wanted her to stay longer, but she revealed that Jeff had invited her over for an afternoon drink. I looked at her and we both giggled at the thought of an afternoon fuck by that cock of his.After she’d gone, I tidied up; there was a damp patch on the sofa that told the story of our morning. As I wiped everything down I resolved to give my marriage one more try. I’d suggest to David that we have a weekend away. I went online and taking the bull by the horns, I booked a hotel in Suffolk for two nights the next weekend. I texted him and told him, and I think he realised that he’d been a bastard so he agreed that we needed a ‘break.’I got a text from Sheila that evening, asking how I was. I told her I was going to have one more go with David Ankara escort bayan and that we were having a weekend away. I added a question about her afternoon. The reply came back, ‘I hope the weekend helps you decide. Jeff was larger than life as usual!’ It was accompanied by so many emojis I knew that she’d enjoyed herself.I’d booked us into my favourite hotel, in my favourite seaside town. An unspoilt Victorian town, a lighthouse, so many pubs and restaurants, and pleasant coastal walks.We arrived on the Friday evening in time to unpack, relaxing briefly with a glass of wine before dinner in the hotel dining room. At the next table were a much younger couple, the female of which had huge breasts that were overflowing her dress and kept attracting glances from David, each time he took a mouthful of food or a sip of wine.“For God’s sake, David, don’t make it so bloody obvious, your tongue’s hanging out!”Even the Hungarian waiter, Laszlo, was finding it difficult to serve her table without his eyes being drawn in her direction. I had a sneaky feeling she might have fancied him more than her partner because Laszlo was certainly a very attractive young man.When eventually we finished our meal, we went to the lounge for coffee, and another Hungarian, Markos, equally as good-looking, served us. I happened to remark how alike they were, and Markos smiled, telling us in broken English that they were brothers.When we’d finished our coffee we went for a short walk in the sunset before going back to our room. David surprised me by being attentive, and even affectionate towards me, and when we finally went to bed we had sex better than I had remembered for a long time. Next morning, however, David’s eyes were again riveted on the large-breasted girl; she was wearing a t-shirt for breakfast, displaying a suggestion of her prominent nipples. When Laszlo saw me looking at him looking at her, he smiled back at me and raised his eyebrows. David didn’t see that between us, and several more times, as Laszlo was clearing tables, we made eye contact. It all began to seem a bit flirty. As we left the dining room I made a point of saying, “Thank you, Laszlo,” and touched him on the arm. Saturday was just a nice summer’s day, the town was busy with the usual holiday makers, and David and I drove out into the country for lunch at a farm shop. We spent the afternoon buying a few presents for upcoming birthdays, arriving back at the hotel in time for David to watch the sports results in our room. I wandered down into the bar and was served a Pimms by Laszlo, who was on duty there. Sitting on a stool at the bar I chatted with him between his serving of customers. I was flattered by his attention, and we had a private giggle about the girl with big breasts, which I guess was very unprofessional. When he made some complimentary remarks about me, in his heavy accent, getting all his words wrong, I laughed out loud and told him not to flirt. After an hour I got a text from David telling me he was taking a shower and getting ready for a pre-dinner drink. I told Laszlo that ‘hubby’ was calling, and he joked about how he thought he was a lucky man. I must have blushed, and blushed more when he helped me off my stool and held onto my arm a few seconds longer than perhaps was usual. Daringly I responded, “Well if I were a few years younger, you might have been the lucky one!”I went even hotter when he replied, “If only.”During that evening’s meal, we were served by Markos. Whether his brother had talked about me I’m not sure, but he kept making eye contact with me as well. David was completely unaware of it; his eyes were on the girl with large breasts once again. That night she was wearing a tight jersey dress, her partner oblivious to the carnage she was causing amongst all the testosterone in the dining room. Every man at some point was glancing in her direction.David finished off a whole bottle of Sauvignon by himself. I had a couple of glasses of Prosecco, and as usual we went for coffee in the lounge. There was a pianist playing in there, Escort Ankara and for more than an hour we listened and David consumed even more alcohol, first port, and then cognac. I knew pretty quickly that I would not be getting any lovemaking that night. Around 10.30pm, David asked me if we were going up to our room, and when I told him I was enjoying the music, he snorted and said that he’d leave me to come up on my own. For another twenty minutes or so, I had another glass of wine and listened to the piano player. I was hoping that David would be asleep by the time I got up to the room, and rather unsteadily I made my way to the lift. I knew I was pretty tipsy, quietly giggling to myself as I exited the lift, only to be met by Laszlo in the corridor.“Ah, the lady from room 103,” he exclaimed in his accent, “have you had a good evening?”“It’s Laura, and yes, I have, too good I think,” and I giggled again. My arm was touching the wall and it was pretty clear I was inebriated and steadying myself.“Are you OK to get back to your room…Laura?”“Yes, of course,” I replied, then as I stepped forward I swayed and stumbled. I literally fell into Laszlo’s arms.“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I was being held up by his strong arms, and as he lifted me back to my feet, I realised I’d broken my heel. One of his hands accidentally clutched my right breast while supporting me, which actually felt quite arousing.“Shit,” my expletive probably was not the most delicate, as I slipped the broken shoe off. Bending over to pick it up. I wobbled again, clutching at Laszlo once again.“Come in here, I’ll see if I can fix it.”We were standing by a room marked ‘Staff Only,’ and Laszlo held his security tag against the lock, helping me inside. “There’s really no need, I’ve got more shoes in my room.”I looked around and the room was obviously a staff bedroom, with two single beds, but quite comfortably furnished. It was very untidy; Laszlo was quickly shovelling discarded clothes from one of the beds onto the other one and telling me to, “Sit down, let me see what I can do.”I watched him manipulating the heel, and he almost got it back into place before it finally broke off completely.“Oh, I’m so sorry, Laura, it’s had it,” holding the heel up to show me.“Don’t worry, they’re stupid heels anyway,” I replied. “I’m only along the corridor so I haven’t got to go far.”Just as I was about to get up from the bed, Laszlo dropped onto one knee in front of me and with one hand under my calf, lifted my leg to take off the other shoe.“Here, I’ll escort you.”His hand on my leg took me by surprise, and I felt a frisson of excitement. For a moment I wanted him to slide his hand up my leg, but he lowered it down and helped me to my feet. Briefly I clutched his arm and an image of him in bed with me flashed across my mind. “No, I can find my own way, thank you, Laszlo, and thank you for trying to mend my shoe.”Gallantly he opened the door, and as I padded my way back to my room, I was quietly proud of myself for resisting temptation. Maybe my marriage might work.I was sadly mistaken. As soon as I pushed the door of our room open, the snoring and snorting assailed my ears. In the semi-darkness, David was spread out across the bed, obviously in a deep, drunken sleep. I stripped off, went to the bathroom, and thought about what might have been with Laszlo. As I pushed his legs onto his side of the bed I heard a buzz from his phone, which was somehow lying underneath him. When it buzzed a second time, I thought it strange as he always kept his phone on silent during the night.I closed my eyes and it buzzed again. It was annoying, and who on earth was texting him so often at this hour? Intrigued, I leaned over and pulled the phone out from underneath his arm. As I held it, it buzzed again. I knew David’s phone had face recognition so I held it over his face and it opened it up. There were twelve text messages, all from ‘Bill.’ I didn’t know any Bill; I’d never heard David talk of anyone called that. I opened the most recent.‘If you don’t want to talk, I’m sad, I need you.’I went hot all over, and nervously I opened one from further back.‘I love it when you eat my pussy.’I heard myself inhale and whisper, “Bastard,” under my breath. I looked at all the other texts, which were increasingly explicit; it was clear that David was having an affair with someone he had dubbed ‘Bill’ on his contact list.

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