Now I first met Stephen when he came into the solicitor’s office for conveyancing on the house he was buying and we started going out, Mr Mystery man was an enigma to me. I loved the secrecy of his life, it was exciting and to an impressionable eighteen year old the tall good looking chap just swept me off my feet. But after a while the separation and not knowing when he would return and sometimes I wondered IF he would return began to gall on me. This was our only source of arguments, the only sour note in our relationship. Mind you I say relationship, in our six year marriage we had taken four holidays and on one of those Stephen had received a phone call and left me on my own in Side and during those six years I reckon we had actually been together for all of a hundred or so nights.
He is paid well and his salary goes into our joint account each month without fail. He is generous and tells me to spend the money as needed, but if one day he didn’t return and the money stopped coming I wouldn’t even have a phone number to call to find out what was occurring. I don’t know where he works, what department or anything.
Stephen had returned this morning from a ‘job’ at just after six. I was still in bed when I heard the key in the front door. Naked I ran down the stairs to greet him and we had gone into the living room and made love. It was beautiful as you know but the loneliness and so many unanswered questions left me feeling very sad.
After making love Stephen made me go to work. “You can’t ever do anything out of the ordinary when I’m home.” He had told me a long time ago.
“Can’t I just throw a sickie?”
“No Sue, you have an impeccable record and phoning in sick for the day won’t be like you at all. So go on off you go, I’ll be here when you get back.”
I’d heard that before, three or four times I’d arrived home from work to find a scrawled note. ‘A job’s come up; see you when I get back home.’
So very reluctantly I went to work waiting for five o’clock so I could get back home to my husband. The day dragged past and when my boss asked my to type a letter at ten to five I nearly screamed. I eventually left the office at five twenty five and was driving like a maniac to get back home when I saw Stephen’s Jag heading down the other side of the duel carriageway.
“Fuck no.” I screamed.
It was a mile or so until I could turn around and attempt to follow my husband, I tried what was a forlorn attempt but at the junction with the M1 I had no idea which direction Stephen might have taken. I headed home found the note. ‘Sorry, duty calls,’ and cried my bloody eyes out. A half a bottle of whiskey later and I was totally bladdered and still crying. A whole nine hours wasted when we could have been together all for the sake of keeping up appearances, nine hours when we could have fucked each others brains out. We hadn’t even had time for our normal row about his disappearances. Fuck I was really beginning to hate this life.
It was a good job the next day was Saturday because I woke up with a humungous hangover and it was not self inflicted it was my bastard husband disappearing that was at fault. I woke at eleven drank a pint of water and took three paracetamols and sat on the sofa with my arms around my legs and my head resting on my knees. This was so unfair, so unjust.
By one o’clock I was feeling more like my normal self and had a bowl of cornflakes and a mug of coffee and then picked up the phone and speed-dialled the number of my best friend, confidant and sometimes lover Beth.
“Can you come over?” I asked as soon as she answered.
“Fifteen minutes.” She replied and put the phone down.
She knew straight away what the problem was; I’d bored her with the same thing time after time. Beth was a free and single woman after a messy divorce from an alcoholic bully and was always happy to come and spend time with me. We had met at primary school and had been friends ever since. Before I married Stephen, even though she liked him, she had tried to persuade me not to tie the knot with him for the very reason I was now so upset.
She let herself in with her key and we immediately cuddled, a hug from her was worth a thousand words to me at that moment and we must have stood like that in the middle of the living room for ten minutes. We finally broke off and holding both my hands she looked at me and said. “You look like shit.”
I told her exactly what had happened the day before and about the whiskey. She shook her head and could very easily have said. “I told you so.” But that wasn’t Beth’s style. Instead she said. “What you need is a holiday, a complete break from things.”
I was stunned, “What if Stephen comes back home?”
“What if he does, if he does, will it be for an hour, a day, a week?”
My head slumped down; would he forgive me if he came home and I wasn’t here, should I give a fuck what he thought for all the consideration he gave me?
“I’ll have a think about it Beth.”
“When people say that they usually mean no; I’m serious Sue let’s both get away somewhere new and different.”
“I can’t think about it now. God I’m tired.”
“Why don’t you go back to bed for an hour, I’ll have a coffee and we can chat properly when you’ve revived a bit.”
“You are the best friend a girl could have, do you know that?” I said with genuine affection in my voice. “I’ll slope off, just for an hour mind.”
I left Beth to her own devices and went upstairs, slipped off my dressing gown and got between the sheets, I was asleep in minutes.
I woke up an hour later with the wonderful feeling of my cunt being licked, for a moment I thought Stephen had returned but no it was Beth her dark head of hair buried deep in my crutch.
“Oh Hiya,” She said when she realised I was awake. “I just thought you could do with a bit of tender loving.”
“Mmm you carry on girl; I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
As I mentioned Beth and I are some time lovers. Neither of us were lesbians and I didn’t count this as being unfaithful to Stephen, my logic dictated that this was two girls sharing a common need, some loving, some tenderness.
Beth was doing an excellent job of licking my clit and with one hand groping my left tit I couldn’t think of a better way to be woken up. I let her carry on for a while before I wanted to get to her fanny.
“Turn round so I can lick you too.”
She moved up to kiss me but quickly gave that up as a bad idea.
“You need to clean your teeth before I kiss you again madam. You taste like a jock strap.”
Trust Beth to be frank, I hadn’t washed or done anything to myself since showering after making love to Stephen yesterday morning. My fanny probably tasted a bit ripe too but that didn’t seem to be bothering her. She knelt with a knee each side of my head and leant forward to carry on at my cunt. Her fanny was just above my face, I used my fingers to separate her fanny lips and dug in with my tongue licking her slit from bottom to top giving her lovely little clit a good seeing to along the way. She and I could carry on like this for ages just enjoying the feelings we were giving each other but after a while though we both slipped a couple of fingers into each others holes to add to the pleasure. It was no good though, I think I was more upset about Stephen going off the way he did than I realised. Despite Beth’s very best efforts I knew I wasn’t going to achieve the sexual satisfaction I needed so I said to Beth. “Sorry but I’m going to need some additional help.”
“You do what you have to do girl.”
She got off me and I reached over to my bedside cabinet for my electronic friends. Don’t be shocked, I’m a normal healthy woman with needs and if Stephen isn’t here to satisfy those needs and Beth isn’t available then I just look after myself with my little assistants. I extracted from the draw a two pronged dildo. It had larger prong for your fanny with a smaller one to go in your arse. I found the tube of lubricant, smeared the two prongs and passed it to Beth who slowly inserted the device into me. She pressed the button at the end and pulses of movement began in my cunt and arse. Now every girl knows that it is your clit that really does the job, so I reached into the draw and got out my favourite little vibrator. It was gold plated and about as thick as a big man’s forefinger. Again I passed it to Beth; she switched it on and began to work it on my clit. I lay back, closed my eyes and let the wonderful feelings take over my body. Beth bless her reached up with her free hand and pinched a
