Normality! Sweet, contented normality!The next few days passed as if the previous tumultuous months hadn?t happened. My husband Pete and I got up together, had breakfast together and went to our separate places of work where, for the first time in weeks, I was able to concentrate properly on my job and not my impossibly complicated private life.We had dinner with friends, we went for a walk at the weekend, we watched TV in the evenings; we even made love twice without my infidelities being mentioned.I heard nothing from Will; I heard nothing from Izzy. All very dull, all very boring, all just perfect after everything that had passed.I began to remember what a normal marriage could be like, even though I did not really have one and would probably never have one again.I didn?t go to the gym at the sports club; the memory of what Will and I had done in the Ladies? changing room was too fresh in my mind. Instead, I donned my calf-length tights and pink vest and went for runs along tree-lined country roads near our house.I even began writing again, the ideas simply flooded in, demanding to be put down on metaphorical paper before they floated away to be replaced with even more vivid and even more extreme plotlines.My email correspondence was resumed too, picking up conversations with several of my online cuckold friends and replying to messages from several readers. To my delight, one of my two long-term online female pen friends had written to let me know that her first act of infidelity had now taken place and had gone well ? very well in fact. She was both nervous and excited and needed to tell someone all about it. In my role as anonymous correspondent, I was a perfect confessor.I have to admit I felt very envious as she poured her excited feelings into her words. Memories of my first seduction by Tony came flooding back into my mind as I read her words. Despite all that has happened since, that first passionate, unplanned step into infidelity remains one of the most arousing and exciting moments of my life.I hadn?t heard from my other female pen friend for some weeks ? maybe a couple of months. Her introduction into the life-less-monogamous had taken place perhaps a year ago at the instigation of her husband. Apparently an avid reader of cuckold stories, including mine, he had put pressure on his wife for a long time, much the way Pete had done with me.He had introduced her to my stories as a means of showing her the pleasures a change in their lifestyle might bring, especially as many of mine were written from the female point of view. She and I had exchanged messages. Eventually, she had given into her husband?s pressure, an evening with a male friend had been arranged and, according to her messages afterwards, all had gone well.I wondered briefly what had stopped her from writing.There were, of course, a handful of troll attacks from the usual suspects too but among them was a second, vitriolic message from a new source. As before, the style of message was much more personal than the simple, obnoxious abuse most troll messages contain and for a moment it puzzled and upset me.But I was getting much better at ignoring these horrible things and concentrating on the nicer parts of my online life; the only secret I still kept from my husband. I deleted the message and moved on with my extraordinarily normal day.The only evidence that my life was not normal was the two hours of blessedly moderate nausea I suffered every morning courtesy of the baby growing in my womb. Try as I might, I could not prevent this discomfort from reminding me that the biggest decision facing us had still not been made; what to do about my pregnancy.As the days and weeks advanced, the choices open to us were becoming more limited in their scope and more severe in their implementation. The magic twelve-week watershed was fast approaching; the time beyond which the pregnancy could be considered ?safe? and I was more likely to carry the baby through to term than to spontaneously miscarry.Beyond twelve weeks, only a more serious miscarriage or the unthinkable termination would bring my pregnancy to an end but more urgently, the bump in my belly would begin to be visible to more than just my husband and me. Given the high proportion of our friends who like us, had medical backgrounds, any sign of pregnancy would be spotted very quickly indeed.For those few precious days, I was able to put even these issues from my mind but deep down I knew this domestic bliss couldn?t last. So I should not have been surprised by the sudden, unwanted way in which it ended.As so often in my life, it all began with the buzzing of my mobile phone, this time at eleven-thirty on Wednesday evening, thereby denying me the completion of even a single week of a life that might be considered unremarkable.It was, of course, my daughter Isobel. Who else would call so late on a weekday night? Pete and I were in bed together but, as a testament to the degree normality had returned, we had not had sex, were in our pyjamas and Pete was already asleep. I was reading my book.When the phone began to ring and I saw who it was, I quickly got out from under the duvet, carried my buzzing handset downstairs and took the call in the kitchen full of trepidation.?Mum??Even from hearing that single word I could tell from her voice that my daughter was on the verge of tears and big ones too.?Izzy! What?s wrong?? I asked immediately.?I?ve been dumped,? she said with a huge gulp. ?Again.?And then the tears began.?Oh, Izzy!? I exclaimed. ?I?m so sorry.?For several minutes all I could do was sit and make soothing noises as, four hours drive away, my twenty-year-old daughter sobbed into the phone. From time to time half-intelligible words would appear but then they would be swept away by resumed heartfelt tears.Eventually, either my words of sympathy had an effect or she managed to pull herself together on her own but finally I managed to decipher the noises that filled my ear.?I got hold of Simon. We just talked for an hour. It?s all over, Mum.??I?m so sorry,? I repeated.?It was horrible, Mum. Horrible!??I?m sure it was, Izzy. I?m sure it was.?She was calming down a little but
Maltepe Escort was still very upset.?Tell me what happened,? I encouraged her.She sniffed and blew her nose down the phone before replying.?He said it?s finished. It?s over. I?m history.??Was he as nasty as that???Oh he tried to be nice at first, saying it wasn?t me, it was him; that the long-distance relationship wasn?t working...?She paused.?Was it working?? I asked?We could have made it work, Mum.?I had always doubted that a distance of five hours could be overcome so easily so early in a relationship but I also seriously doubted that this was the real reason for his change of heart.?I told him we could manage it if we tried but then he said he felt guilty about breaking up me and Steve.?That could be true but sounded unlikely to me too.?I told him it that was okay too; that Steve was with Lauren but he said he can?t stop thinking about the two of us together.?I could imagine that easily; after all, he probably had a video of the two of them fucking to help him picture it.?So you think it?s something else?? I asked innocently.?It?s got to be the video, Mum. He all but admitted he?d seen it. That?s when I really got upset and things got nasty.??Oh Izzy,? I repeated, unsure what else I could say.?We ended up saying horrible things to each other,? she began to cry audibly.?It happens,? I tried to soothe her. ?When we?re angry we say things we don?t mean and...??But he did mean them, Mum. He did. And what?s worse...? she took a deep breath. ?He?s probably right.?There are times just to keep quiet and let Izzy go on at her own pace. This was one of those times. I made a few tutting noises to let her know I was still there and waited for her to tell me whatever fraction of their row she thought would be appropriate for her mother to hear.?He thinks I?m a slut. Soon everyone will think I?m a slut,? she eventually said, her voice low. ?Even I?m beginning to think I?m a slut.??Why?? I replied, shocked to hear her say the words but not surprised to learn Simon had those thoughts.?Once the video gets out everyone will have seen me being fucked!?Izzy hardly ever used the ?f? word with me; it showed just how emotional she had become.I loved and cared for my daughter but it was hard not to point out her own stupidity in filming herself in the first place. What did she think was going to happen with it??That?s not all he said, Mum,? she said uncertainly.Oh God! There was more??He says I must be a slut because of how easy it was to get me into bed.??But he seduced you!? I protested. ?Not the other way round.??I told him that,? Izzy wailed. ?But he just said I let him into my knickers far too easily.??That didn?t bother him at the time,? I said angrily.Once again the unfairness of life was driven home. For Simon to have seduced my daughter was simply part of him being ?Jack the Lad?. For her to have succumbed made her a dirty slut. I was certain the same one-sided standards would apply if my own sexual history ever became known and that Izzy would be among the most censorious.But then, in condemning Julie for her affair with Darren as I initially had, wasn?t I just as bad as everyone else?Izzy was still talking.?I know Mum, but after the video, he thinks I jump into bed with just anyone. I told him I?d only made tapes with Steve but he wouldn?t believe me.??You did say you couldn?t tell who the boy is,? I reminded her.?I can tell,? she half yelled.?I know Izzy,? I tried to placate her. ?But Simon can?t. Would he not accept it was Steve? I?m sure he?s had plenty of girlfriends before you.??That?s what I told him. It?s not as if either of us was a virgin. But he wasn?t interested. In the end, we just said nastier and nastier things to each other until he said he didn?t want a slut who would do that sort of thing for a girlfriend.?He had a point in my view but I knew better than to say this.?He said couldn?t go out with a girl wondering whether every male friend of hers he met had either screwed her himself or watched her being screwed on film.?Again in his shoes, I might have felt the same but Izzy was my daughter and maternal instincts overcome all moral judgments. Besides, I was hardly in a position to start throwing stones.?Do you think anyone else has seen it?? I asked. ?Has anyone mentioned it???Well, no,? she admitted. ?Not to my face at least.??Did he tell you how he got it? Is it just a clip???I don?t know, Mum. There aren't many people it could be.??Have you asked Steve???Yeah! Like I?m going to ask him that. Sorry, Mum, I can?t do that.?I thought for a moment. Only someone close to my daughter or her ex-boyfriend could have leaked a movie as sensitive as this. Top of my list of suspects was Steve himself and her supposed friend Lauren - but I didn?t see what was in it for either of them. With Steve, it could be revenge but Lauren had already managed to worm her way into Steve?s bed long before the clip reached Simon.?Do you want to come home for a while?? I asked in a voice I hoped she would find soothing.?I can?t. I?ve got exams,? she sniffed.?I could come at the weekend.??Tim is coming down,? she said.Tim is the younger of her two older brothers; my middle child.?He was due to come anyway,? she added.This was a relief. Tim and Izzy had been close as children. At least she wouldn?t be on her own, she would have a shoulder to cry on and Tim?s work ethic would be good for her revision. I very much doubted she would tell him all she had told me, though. There are some things brothers don?t need to know.?How long is he staying?? I asked.?For the weekend at least; he?s taking a few days off. I?ll be okay with Tim.?She was beginning to sound a little better.?You?ll call me straight away if you aren?t okay???Yes. Thanks, Mum.?Izzy was much calmer now. Although it was nearly midnight, I did not want the call to end with my daughter still in a state of agitation so I deliberately changed the subject to try and restore normality even more. For ten more minutes, we chatted in as close to our usual fashion as was possible under the circumstances.My mind, however, was troubled; what was it with bright, intelligent, capable
Maltepe Escort Bayan girls that made them behave so stupidly when it came to boys? Given my own recent behaviour, it wasn?t only young girls that had this problem but still it troubled me.Once I was convinced she was stable enough not to do anything stupid, we were drawing the conversation to a close. I was about to say goodbye and hang up but something made me ask one more question.To this day I don?t know what made me think of asking my daughter this but I?m so glad I did.?Before you go, do you know someone Keeley?? I asked as casually as I could.?Yes. Well, I know a girl called Keeley. I don?t know if it?s the Keeley you mean. Why??Izzy seemed completely wrong footed by the question. So was I by her response, suddenly having to make up a reason for asking her.?Um,? I stammered, hoping for inspiration. ?The name came up during the day. I thought you were at school with someone called that I but wasn?t sure. It?s not that common a name.??Well if it?s the same Keeley I know, she was a year below me. Her brother was in my year. I didn?t know her well but we?re friends on Facebook now.??Does she have a boyfriend?? I asked casually though my chest was tight with excitement.Izzy laughed hollowly.?You might say that.??What do you mean???She?s engaged. It?s going to be the wedding of the year according to her. She?s getting married in September and making the biggest deal out of it. It?s all over her Facebook profile. I think she?ll be upset if Hello Magazine doesn?t show up.??What?s her fiancé like?? I pressed her.?I?ve never met him,? she replied. ?He works somewhere in town. From the pictures she?s posted they?re both very good looking and sporty but I don?t think either of them did well at school. Why do you ask??I ignored the question, instead asking one of my own.?What?s his name???Hold on.?There was a pause as if she was checking something.?William. Wonderful William according to her,? came the bitter reply.My heart raced as an idea began to form in my mind.?Thanks Izzy. I?ll call you tomorrow morning to make sure you?re okay.??I?ll be okay,? she sighed. ?What kind of reputation I?ll have is another question.?And whether that reputation was deserved would be another still, I thought silently.?Bye Mum. Thanks for being there for me.??Goodnight,? I said. ?Love you.?I lay awake in bed for a long time, my mind racing. When it came to the consequences of making bad decisions about sex, there but for the grace of God went Dr. Penny Barker.My life was a complicated mess worthy of a TV Soap. Who would have believed all that had happened in less than a year?Still, as the fuddle of thoughts in my mind became more organised, a possible route out of at least one of those problems started to take shape.It was bold, but it might just work.***?It?s going okay,? my China-doll pretty friend told ?I had a meeting with the lawyers at lunchtime yesterday. He?s arguing but we?re going to get it sorted.?Julie and I were sitting in a coffee shop drinking diet Cokes. It was the following Saturday morning and I had gone straight to the sports club after breakfast for an hour?s cardio class. Pete was on his way for a round of golf with a few colleagues. I felt content; everything appeared normal ? and with all that was happening in my life, I needed to do as many normal things as possible.I hoped and prayed Will wouldn?t be at the club; being on the evening shift, I doubted he worked on Saturday mornings but even so I approached the building apprehensively.It hadn?t felt as strange as I had expected walking through the main entrance door and lobby, despite it being only ten days since my latest sexual encounter in the changing rooms. Perhaps the sheer familiar ordinariness of the place in daytime overcame my memories of entering the spookily empty half-lit building the night before.The same couldn?t be said of the changing room where I had actually been fucked. As I entered, my tummy had filled to the brim with butterflies, especially when I saw a rather overweight woman bending over the counter to fix her make-up in exactly the place where Will?s pleasantly large cock had entered my bent-over body.I had watched my own penetration in the mirror in which the woman was now staring intently. When that young man had ejaculated deep within my body, my face must have been merely inches away from where the fat woman?s unsuspecting face was then. It was ridiculous but I couldn?t help wondering how my own skinny body had looked bent over in the way the fat woman?s was now.I could feel my face and chest flushing pink with the memory so quickly shut my bag in a locker and rushed into the gym to let the exercise take the memories away. It worked to some extent and when I emerged from the studio all hot and sweaty, retrieved my bag from the locker and pulled out my phone, my anxiety was much reduced.But when I looked at the phone?s screen and saw that I had missed a call the anxiety returned with a vengeance. My heart missed a beat when I saw it had been from Julie, more so when I listened to her message asking to meet soon.I still wasn?t sure how I felt towards Julie, the soon-to-be-ex-wife of my first lover, Tony. Julie had walked out on her husband over a year ago and launched into a very public affair with her Personal Trainer, Darren; the boy who a year later had fathered the baby currently growing in my belly during a one night stand in his squalid shared house.It had been Julie who had warned me that, having made me fall in love with him and almost destroyed my marriage, her estranged husband was about to drop me like a stone as he had done with so many married conquests before. I had that to be grateful for; without her telling both me and my husband about Tony?s past history, I might well have been paying expensive visits to divorce lawyers too.Unfortunately, the chain of events that led up to Pete learning about Tony?s plans to dump me had also included Julie spending a night in bed with my husband.I had learned several things about that night, the first being that my husband?s sexual performance had apparently been impressive.
Escort Maltepe I had also learned that Julie had an extraordinarily strong and adventurous sex drive; that during a full, exhausting night of passion, she and my husband had tried many exciting new things together, including introducing Pete to the world of anal sex.This was something he and I had never succeeded in doing in over twenty-five years of lovemaking. The fact that he had enjoyed it during the only infidelity he had committed during our entire marriage made me feel extraordinarily jealous.But the thing that surprised me most was the discovery that, however often I had been unfaithful to Pete with Julie?s husband, the thought of him being in bed with another woman ? especially her - was intensely painful. In some physical way, it felt as if Julie had become even more intimate with my husband than I had been. The thought could be almost unbearable; I tried hard not to think about it but Julie?s presence made that impossible.It was hypocrisy of the highest order on my part but I promised myself I would be honest in my narrative, so there it is.Despite my misgivings I had agreed to meet her in town in a couple of hours? time. My mind and tummy were in turmoil as I walked up the shop?s main aisle towards the woman who, even then, was probably my closest friend.?He?s not making it difficult?? I asked, meaning the impending divorce.?Most things are owned fifty-fifty,? she replied. ?And the kids are grown up so there?ll be no custody issues to fall out over. It should be okay.?I was sure no divorce was ever that simple or amicable but it wasn?t my place to say so.?How is he?? I asked, reluctant even to think about my affair and the terrible way it had ended.?He?s okay,? Julie replied. ?He?s seeing yet another woman now. I?m pretty sure she?s married but it?s not my problem anymore.?We exchanged meaningful glances. When he had seduced me, Tony?s penchant for married women had come too close to home for his wife to ignore.?Have you found a new man?? I asked, keen to move the subject away from myself.?No-one serious,? Julie smiled then leaned closer and whispered. ?I?ve been doing online dating!?She grinned, blushing a little.?Jules!? I gasped.She blushed.?Is it as wild as I?ve read?? I asked eagerly.?No it isn?t,? she replied bitterly.?Why??She took a sip of her drink before replying.?Well, I suppose it depends what you?re looking for,? she began. ?If you just want sex then there?s no shortage of men out there who are happy to provide it. Well, something approximating to sex.?From the look on her face, I wondered whether she had taken advantage of this considerably before becoming disillusioned. I also wondered whether her year with twenty-nine-year-old Personal Trainer Darren had spoiled her for other, older men. I had to admit that my own night with him had been unforgettable.My hands fell automatically to my lower belly where his child was now growing.?But then you find that a lot of them are married,? Julie continued. ?Or that there?s a good reason why they?re single at this stage of their lives.??What sort of reason?? I asked, becoming interested.?Well personal hygiene for one!?Julie?s face was a picture; she most definitely had taken advantage. I smiled inwardly.?Then there?s personality, being too boring; being too mean; being useless in bed. The list is endless.??And yet you?re sticking with it?? I laughed.?A girl has needs,? she grinned in return.If anyone knew about a girl?s needs in that direction, it was me but of course I said nothing to give my secret away. I wasn?t completely sure if Julie knew about my evening with Darren; I was reasonably sure she didn?t know about my encounter with Will but she certainly knew about my affair with her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Tony.?How are things with Pete?? she asked casually.A bolt of anger and unease flashed through me but I steeled myself not to let it show.?We?re good,? I told her truthfully.?He?s not holding any grudges about you and Tony???Not as much as I?m holding them about him and you,? I thought but did not say out loud.?We?re trying to look to the future rather than the past,? I told her instead.?I?m pleased,? she smiled.Something within me mistrusted that smile. Was it possible that my friend hoped Pete and I would split up over my affair with her husband? Having spent one full night in bed with him, was Julie keen to repeat the performance? Maybe even have Pete fill the vacant place alongside her in bed full time?Or was I just a jealous woman judging people by my own low standards??Well give him my love,? Julie said.The look on her face was unintended but told me very clearly that she would dearly love to spend more time with my husband ? at all possible, without me being present. The surge of jealousy that washed over me was worryingly strong.?I will,? I smiled.Both the smile and the promise were lies. I did not want this insatiable blonde anywhere near my husband. Having tasted forbidden fruit and satisfied her for one full passion-filled night, who knows how Pete might react if given the opportunity again?And as for the thought of Julie on all fours with Pete?s cock in her rectum; that was almost more than I could bear.She looked at her watch and stood up hurriedly. ?Oh my God, the time! I?ve got to go.?We kissed each other on the cheek.?See you soon!?***Does pregnancy always lead to insecurity and paranoia? My last pregnancies were so long ago that I couldn?t remember but there was no doubting the way I was beginning to feel. What I do know is that the thought of losing Pete became more and more distressing and more and more prominent in my thoughts.One night even my dreams were haunted by images of Julie, naked on her hands and knees with her blonde hair loose and hanging across her pale shoulders. Her head was thrown back and her eyes tightly closed as behind her, over and over again my handsome husband passionately thrust an erect cock that had magically become huge and intimidating over and over again into her rectum.Though I knew it was only a dream, try as I might I could not drag my eyes away from her stretched, distorted sphincter, the thick pole of meat that penetrated it or the expression on her pretty face somewhere between agony and ecstasy as the depths of her bowels were plumbed by my husband?s cock.Pete?s face in the dream was wild with arousal, his tummy miraculously turned into a six-pack, his shoulders as muscular and strong as Will?s.
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