Stella? I wasn't sure-it was only since we had started our lesbian affaire that Phil had mentioned his suspicions. Had she started looking at me in a different way when she was here? Maybe I ought to tell her. But how could I, without telling her what Phil thought? No, that would only upset her.
I would have to be very careful if I wanted our relationship to continue-and I had to be honest with myself and admit that I did. I must guard against becoming careless with familiarity.
Firstly-where did Stella and I make love? Up to now, at her place; no real problem that in itself, as Phil was unlikely to break the door down. Must remember to be careful of windows, especially downstairs. Where else? Rose's flat. No problem, either. That would only be on the odd occasion and again it would be behind a locked door, with the added protection of my husband not knowing even of its existence.
The bungalow at Bridlington. Jane would be the only danger there-we would have to be extremely careful while we were there; I hoped the doors had keys to the locks. What else? It would certainly be awkward if I came home me night after being with Stella — especially if we'd let ourselves go-and found that Phil wanted me that night; I remembered the frantic business of working myself up the previous night. No-I should definitely have to work something out from that angle.
I was getting so crazily mixed-up. I knew I still loved Phil-even enjoyed sexual intercourse with him. I also loved Stella-perhaps in a different way-and I certainly enjoyed sexual intercourse with her-or whatever they called it between two women!
I slipped off my panties and examined them; as I thought they were damp. Bringing Stella on to her climax had roused me again. It was a warm night, so I crawled nude between the sheets-if Phil came up and decided he wanted me again, he could have me!
I must have fallen asleep fairly quickly; I don't remember Phil coming to bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
I awoke with cool air fanning my naked body. Drowsily, I opened my eyes, taking a time to focus on what was going on.
“Phil! What on earth are you up to? Oh-I see! Like that, is it?”' I squirmed on to my back to look up at him- also to give him a better view of me!
He had pulled the covers right back and was kneeling beside me, gazing at me, his cock as big and hard as I had seen it.
“What time is it?”
“Eight o'clock-I must be away, soon.”
I smiled and reached out to touch his enormous erection, all hot and stiff. I closed my hand around it, feeling it throb.
“Poor old thing-in a bad way, aren't we?” I twisted bent and kissed the tip, felt it warm against my lips; wanted more. I opened my mouth and accepted the bared glans, heard his breath hiss. I gave it a quick suck and looked up at him.
“You like that, don't you, darling?”
“It's marvellous! Do some more!”
I bent my head again and got my lips round it: bent lower, letting the warm shaft glide in until it filled my mouth. Then I moved my head up and down on him, giving him little sucks and running my tongue over the knob, the way he liked it.
I gammed him until his hips started to lift and I felt his cock begin to jerk dangerously in my mouth, then I pulled away. I looked up again.
“Do you want to finish in my mouth, darling?” I whispered. “Or-or down here?” I dropped a hand to my pelvis.
“Down where?” he panted. “Go on-say where?”
That was another little trick he employed at times. He knew I never used the vernacular unless I was really in heat.
“In my cunt!” I replied, without hesitation. I was in heat! “I like sucking you, dearest, but right now I want you up my cunt-as far as you can get it!”
I started to roll on to my back, but he stopped me.
“Not that way, sweetheart-you know the best position if you want it as far as it'll go.”
I nodded and turned over to my stomach, then lifted on to my hands and knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. He knelt up behind me and I arched my back and stuck my bottom out, throwing my sex into prominence and making it as accessible as possible. I locked down at my breasts, swaying from my chest; the nipples were big and red-and that without even being touched! I shivered as his knob touched my slit, gasped with delighted sensation as it slipped inside me.
My hips were squeezed in his powerful grasp, pulling me on to him, as he began to fuck me. I knew my randiness was left over from last night and was glad I was ready for him. I braced myself against the powerful thrusts he always gave me when he took me in that position, pushing my behind back to meet the incoming shove. I felt the ecstasy building up rapidly, as he reamed me with that lovely hard cock of his, his belly slapping against my buttocks.
We fucked in silence, as we always did when it was a desperate need, rather than a pleasurable interlude, when we exchanged the usual loving endearments. Only our panting breath and the faint creak of the springs broke the silence; then came the slight squishy sound as my vagina produced more and more fluid.
He leaned right cross my back after a time, hands going under me to grasp my breasts, palms rubbing across the hard nipples. My knees splayed wider, wanting more of him in me. I was getting close-very close.
Suddenly, he grunted and belted right up me. I felt the throb of his penis and then the strong jets of his semen squirting into my belly. I moaned as my legs went weak and wracking ecstasy mushroomed up from my spending sex through my belly, flaring through my breasts, turning my whole body to watery weakness. I slumped forward, jerking, dragging him on top of me.
“Whew! You were bloody marvellous, Rita,” he gasped as he rolled from my back.
“I was more than ready for it! You're pretty good yourself when you put mind to it!”
“Don't I always?” He grinned.
“Most times.” I kissed him as he got out of bed. “Think I deserve a cup of tea after that?”
“Coming up.” He slipped on his dressing-gown and went downstairs.
“Darling,” I said wheedlingly, when he brought me my tea. “You wouldn't really want me to have to go through having another baby, would you?”
“Well, no-we only planned on having one, anyway. Why?”
“Because that's what may happen.”
“Oh, no! You mean you're pregnant?”
“Not exactly. It's such a chore having to go into the bathroom and prepare a douche every time we do this; squatting and pumping the stuff in.”
“You have to shove a sort of rubber tube up there, don't you? Doesn't it give you a thrill?”
“It might if I hadn't just had one whenever I use it!”
“Well, what's all this leading up to, then?”
“I was wondering if you'd get me some of those preventive tablets for a change.”
“The ones you put up there beforehand? Aren't they poisonous?”
“Don't worry, darling,” I laughed, reading his mind. “I wouldn't put it in until afterwards if you wanted to kiss me there!”
“Right-ho, then-I'll get you some today.”
I had my usual doze after he left for the office, gathering energy to go into the bathroom to give myself the douche. Again, laziness proved my undoing.
I suddenly became aware of a patter of bare feet across the floor, the bedclothes were flung back and I was half smothered by a warm, wriggling bundle of near-naked daughter. She was wearing a shortie-nightie which was rucked up to her breasts and as she threw herself on top, she rubbed herself against me.
