Consequences Pt. 01

"I do," she said, "I do."

I got her upstairs, undressed her, and put her on to the bed, she tried to stop me but I over-ruled as she looked so bad. I looked at her naked form feeling how lovely she looked even when she was ill and I couldn't help myself looking at her beautiful breasts and vagina, then I noticed that her pussy looked like there was liquid that had dried on her. I went to the bathroom for a washcloth and when I came back, she had covered herself.

"Come now, don't be shy" I said. "How many years have we been married, how can you be shy with me, I know your body intimately? What can there be that I haven't seen before?"

I strongly uncovered her despite her objections and began to wash off the dried white liquid between her pussy and her anus. It reminded me of when she came for me, but that was a silly thought and anyway what could I say to her, it could be taken the wrong way and then there would be trouble. I kissed all the places I had washed and then up her body to her lips in the most gentle and loving way I could. Then I covered her and whispered that I hoped she would feel better in the morning.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, my love?" I asked

"Please hold me very close, I need you. Please."

I quickly got into bed to spoon her tightly up against me.

She lay still in my arms, holding my hands against her and eventually I drifted into a light but worried sleep, I tussled with questions in my head but could not bring my mind to bear on them and eventually filed them for future consideration.

Olivia was quiet, her breathing almost inaudible as I drifted, and it can't have been so long before I was woken from my doze with what seemed at first like she was shivering but then I felt sure she was crying. I hugged her tight, kissed her neck and asked her what the matter was.

Sorry I didn't mean to wake you, I just feel like shit, go back to sleep my love.

The following morning seemed like any other Weekend at first; Olivia looked drawn but she wasn't sick during the night so far as I could tell. So, I gave her a hug and a kiss and allowed my hands to stray along her body, but she didn't react in her normal way on a Saturday morning when we had the day to ourselves. I was slightly peeved for a fleeting moment and said.

"Does that mean Baby making is off the agenda now?"

I immediately felt guilty as she burst into tears, and I quickly apologised, but concluded that the damage was done as her sobs grew in size and loudness. The best thing I thought was to bring her breakfast in bed and perhaps she might forgive me eventually. It would be a shame to ruin the whole weekend over one silly comment and I resolved to make it up to her as quickly as possible. While I was cogitating over the coffee machine and breakfast preparation, I noticed her clutch bag dropped in the hall after she had found her key. I picked it up ready to take up with me and noticed her Thong tucked inside. Now that, I thought should make a fun topic for discussion when she was in a better mood. I wondered ruefully when that might be, and something told me that it might not happen soon.

WEEKEND

DAVID

As always, the weekend flew by too quick, Olivia seemed withdrawn and although I sensed she was trying I soon realised that it was a lost cause and resolved to keep a much closer eye on her at parties in the future. I watched sport on TV as I kept half an eye on her, enjoying what pleasure I could get from watching her quietly moving around, but keeping an eye on how I thought she felt. I was trying to interpret little nuances from her face and tone of voice without any real conclusion whatsoever. Then I had an unexpected and somewhat strangely worded call from Jane on the Saturday afternoon.

"I didn't want to interrupt you, but Richard said I should phone to check you were both alright"

'Interrupt?' and 'Both?' I thought... Then thought 'I bet Richard said no such thing if he even knows what happened; last I saw he was in the garden having an intimate chat with a woman I didn't recognise other than a vague recollection of being introduced.'

"No, we're ok I think, Olivia wasn't sick so that's a good sign but she's very down." I replied.

She didn't sound surprised, so I asked whether there was something I didn't know. "Was there some reason you suspect of the way Olivia felt?" I wondered out loud.

"It's not for me to say" she said.

"You don't think it was something she might have eaten or drank?"

"Nobody else reported anything" she said a mite defensively.

"That is odd" I said, wondering if she was feeling somehow guilty and was trying to shrug off any responsibility.

"You will have to ask her what it might be?" she said. I thought, 'what an odd thing to say - we are good friends after all, then on second thought perhaps she thought Olivia had drunk too much.' Trying to lighten the conversation I asked how the rest of the party had gone and I told her how good it had seemed until we had to leave.

So, she asked "Have you heard from your friends? they asked about Olivia soon after you left, wanting to get in touch."

"Which friends do you mean?" I asked.

"You know the one I mean, she had a full figure and was quite a stunner, I certainly had trouble keeping my husband's eyes away from her. Would her name be Ana or something like that?" she explained

"I think I know who you might mean, but I hadn't met them before." I clarified "Olivia may have but I couldn't say they were our friends, if I remember right they only came to the area very recently."

"Your probably right," She demurred. "I think they came with other friends of ours, checked with us before they came and I said, "why not, the more the merrier". She thought they would love to come, and I have to say, "they certainly caused a stir."

She continued, "I was sure you knew them well because of the way that the ladies greeted each other and then I noticed them talking to her just before she came down the stairs." She commented to my surprise, then "Perhaps I have said too much."

Mystified I retorted "I'm sorry!" "Too much about what?"

"I wouldn't want to assume that you were very close friends if you weren't." Jane said, trying to recover from her meddling.

"Pardon?" David thought.

I heard a noise upstairs at that and turned to see Olivia at the top of the stairs looking down at me and obviously listening.

I thought perhaps it was time to wind up the conversation, "Well thanks for asking us to your party Jane it was great, I hope we didn't spoil anything for anyone."

"No of course not, I was just worried and thought I should check that all was well." She said

"Of course, I look forward to meeting up with you both soon to catch up on the gossip. Thanks for ringing Jane."

As I put the phone down Olivia came down the stairs, "What was that all about?"

David suspected that she had a fair idea but replied "It was just Jane checking up on you".

"What was odd?" Olivia asked not really wanting the answer.

"She said it was not for her to say why you might be under the weather."

"So?"

"It implies that she knows something I don't" David replied. "She also said that no one else was ill."

"Ohh"

"She said I should ask you what the cause might be, I thought that was odd too."

"Yes, I guess so."

"She talked about our friends, but I didn't know what she was talking about. She described the couple and I remember now that you seemed to know the wife very well, I didn't see you talking to the husband."

"Ohh yes, we knew each other some time ago." Olivia said, thinking she'd better come clean now rather than leaving it.

"I don't remember you mentioning her... I am sure I would have remembered." David said. "Jane implied that there was more to it than that."

"Well she would, you know what Jane is like."

"Like what?" David asked sharply "I have known Jane a long time and I don't get what you mean." More defensively than David perhaps should have been. He then said in an accusative tone. "She said you were talking to her in the bedroom just before you came down?"

"Yes she was, we'd been catching up." Olivia not quite lied.

"In the bedroom?"

"It was quieter there." Was true again

"I still don't think Jane would expect people to go to her bedroom to talk, you could have gone to the Garden." David was beginning to get slightly peeved now. Despite their early history he was very fond of Jane and didn't see that she was at fault here.

Olivia spotted his defensiveness and commented sharply "Just how close are you two?" Then immediately regretted it upon thinking that she herself was hardly blameless.

David ignored her asking "How close friends were you with that couple? Jane said that afterwards they wanted to get in touch with you."

"Look, it goes back a few years, we were at Uni together, I was surprised to see her there but right now my head aches a bit. When I feel better, I promise I'll tell you." She said, playing for time and hoping he would be distracted by something else for a while.

David suggested "You mean around the time we met?," He thought he should push the point as far as he could get away with.

"Yes about then" she tried to answer shortly "You probably met her at the graduation but you obviously don't remember her."

David didn't feel he could argue with that and what would be the point; but he'd thought he'd try to search his memory anyway.

Olivia slowly turned and made her way upstairs, her beautiful backside swaying ever so slightly as she went. "God, I need her". He sighed

Then he chanced his arm "You sure I can't help you ease that headache?"

OLIVIA

Olivia suddenly realised that she had to make an effort if she was going to recover a little from her mess. She knew that there were few choices if she were to do something about the situation, she couldn't go on allowing her guilt to sour her marriage, after all he hadn't done anything.

Olivia had decided that her choices were few, either she had to come clean about the Party but that seemed a non-starter immediately or she had to tell David about her history and hope it blurred the party or she had to try to pretend that nothing had happened. She wanted to play for time and see how the situation with Ana and Peter would pan out. Would they do anything to make her husband suspicious or even get to know - surely not. The problem was that they were now staying in the area, who knows for how long and there was always a chance of coming across them again or, would they inadvertently say something during a drunken party? Ana was her best friend after all, so surely she wouldn't. The problem was she hadn't seen her for so long.

She had to pull herself together and forget for a while that anything had changed. She might as well enjoy him for a while if it was going to turn sour.

Olivia, pulled off her trousers undid a few buttons of her blouse then stripped off her bra and panties, made sure the bed was clear for action and then leaned out of the door, showing deep cleavage and then dangling a leg that gradually went on and on without any covering. "Got anything you want to help me with upstairs big boy?"

David rushed upstairs like all his bets had won at once, he picked her up and pulled her to him, enclosing him in his arms as his mouth found hers in a long passionate kiss. Ohh my she thought, I want this forever, he is soooooo... but words failed her as his hands started to divest her of her blouse. His lips trailed down her body as her blouse fell away. He knew how sensitive her nipples were and gave them special attention stroking, rolling, and tweaking gently until he thought she was close. Then his lips found the left nipple, first kissing then licking around, then licking back and forth or swirling around, all while his hand continued to stroke on the other nipple. Finally, when he knew he had her, he switched nipple and hand and began to suckle like a new born baby. Her back arched as the pleasure built up between her breasts, the sensitivity sending shots of pleasure down to her clit. She realised that she wanted this so much, wanted him to take her. Her back arched as her first climax reached a crescendo and promptly began to build up to a second, David worked with her, his mouth sucking harder and harder as his fingers began a slow walk down her body. This time as her sighs began to be louder, he reached her swollen clit and as she began to reach her peak his fingers started to strum her nub, drawing it out of its hood and setting it on fire. Her second climax was even stronger, if that was even possible and her nipples became ultra-sensitive. Her hands moved to stop his mouth. He gave her time, kissing her lips gently, exploring her mouth then giving tiny kisses, nibbles, and licks down her neck and around to that sensitive area he knew so well around her ear. When he'd kissed her for all she could take, he began to kiss and lick down her arms, stopping to lick across the sensitive spot on her wrist which made her raise her hips and signalled to David that she was ready for more.

Somehow, they had made their way onto the bed, David's mouth had found its way to his place of worship between her legs, he had brushed his tongue up the inside of her thighs as she urged him to come to her, but he was determined this was for her. He lifted her legs over his shoulders so that she was as wide open to him as she could be and then his tongue devoured her, he started his lick up from her little puckered anus, twirling his tongue around her sensitive area until she shivered and then made a slow big sweep from below her puckered hole up and across her outer lips, pushing them aside to delve inside as he went. Then he continued up until he nearly touched her clit but instead blew hot breath across it before sweeping his tongue back down the way he'd come. Then quickly sweeping his tongue back and forth across her pussy lips as long as his tongue muscles would allow him, until her hand came down to his head and she urged him with her words and hands to eat her more, faster, longer, again, again, keep going, keep going, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. At this, his tongue abandoned her pussy, and his mouth went to her clit and he stabbed his tongue at it, then around, and around again as her moans became louder. Then his fingers began to caress her sex just as his tongue had done. She cried out then as he sucked on to her clit and his fingers pushed insider her, turned upwards to caress her G Spot and then fuck her in and out, slowly at first in time with his sucking. She came again hard, but he gave her no respite, sucking at increased speed as his fingers fucked her faster exploring her depths as far as he could reach with his longest fingers. He felt her wetness and her pussy open to him such that she might like more fingers, but something had to be kept in reserve and he wanted her pussy to be tight and ready for his cock later. She came hard again and spread like a doll, her arms across the bed, legs wide like a sacrificial cross and with a look on her face like a cat who'd finished off the cream. Mmmmm she felt like she would cream if he just touched her clit again. He raised on all fours looking down at her, devouring her and looking forward to what he would do to her next. His cock ached and looking down she saw how it strained for her. Recovering, she stretched a hand down and gripped it, then gently stroked, and admired it. She loved his cock more than any other she could remember, and she needed it now more than ever before. "Give it to me David, take me and make my pussy yours." How was a Man to argue with a lady making such a request?

Sometime later lying there snoozing in each other's arms, he wakes and feeling her warm body close to him, he decides he could ask if she is ready to tell him what teasing she got up to at the party. He had always treated her like his Angel, for him she was perfect, but he didn't mind the idea of others being envious of him. Now he felt that their relationship was becoming more fun, and he liked the little devil in her that had come out to play and tease him. He knew she was very attractive and her recent dress for the party made him relax and imagine she was a hot Angel so perhaps they could expand their fantasies together. First though, he got up to get them some water and as he walks around the bed, he stops to look at her. She is spreadeagled across the bed thoroughly satiated and he reaches down to the bedding now bundled up on the floor and his eyes are drawn to her body from that revealing vantage point. Her pussy after their sex reminds him of how it was when she was unwell. She looks down to see him staring at it and she knows, but does he?

David fetches water and a warm washcloth as before, and again he gently ministers to her. As he finishs kissing her, knowing he has aroused her a little, he decides that now might be a good time to ask about her teasing at the party while she is totally relaxed. "So how was your teasing at the party before you got sick? Have you got lots of salacious things to tell me about, you sexy woman?"

Knowing she had intended to do so, she thinks quickly because the evening hadn't quite gone as she intended. She remembered the teasing when they were being introduced and decides to use her imagination, thinking about what she had wanted to do had she not been waylaid. "How can it harm?" she thought although a part of her wondered if she wasn't digging herself into a deeper hole.

"Well, the men did like to look down my dress when I picked up my bag, they might have had a glimpse of my nipples, do you think?" she asks then "I gave some of them a cheeky wink when I caught them in the act and if they were cute, I let them have a little bit of a longer look.

"You naughty Wench, I wish I had noticed."

"You were probably too busy ogling the women in their Tart costumes" she responds with a cheeky grin.

"Guilty as charged" trying to give as good as he got "There was some very nice breasts bulging out of their tops and I was ready to help catch them" he tries it on.

"Yeah right" she quips "You want a short life huh?" she joins the game a little hypocritically

David decides 'this a good time for me to look at her nipples and give there some more attention...' His hands work according to his thoughts and she thinks this is going well.

"Anything else?" David aks.

"You really want to know?".

"Of course, I'm liking this new you, why not?"

"Well, I stood in the crowd at the bar and it closed in on all sides"

"Sooooo?" he quizzes

"Well, I couldn't see much, but I did feel very adventurous fingers caressing me."

He asks with a cheeky grin whether she thought she could recognise the feel of the fingers if they touched her again, maybe in a greeting. She says that she doesn't think she wants to know, and he has to agree.

Having forgotten her guilt momentarily, to herself she finds it intriguing to wonder who had been naughty and might be again in the future. Stop IT! she says to herself but can't avoid the warm feeling at the naughtiness of it.

"hmmmm... now I have a mix of excitement and worry. The old me is getting out of control" she warns herself.

"It must have worried you?" David feels he should ask.

"No. What could they do?"

"Well, that gap in your dress went very close to your intimate parts..." David likes the idea of revving up the fantasy.

Playing along she replies, "What would you say if I told you someone went very close?"

"I'm not sure, I guess it's a big tease"

"What if fingers touched my pussy?"

His cock twitched and showed some life again, but he was glade this was a fantasy.

"And suppose fingers were inside me?" His cock really enlarged now, contradicting his expression.

"And what if there was more than one fingering me? What if one felt like a woman?" She teased relentlessly