Delia's Dilemma Pt. 01

It was too much. When I finished orgasming, I sank onto the shower floor, laying there as the multiple heads rained hot water onto me. Ella mercifully turned off the showers and, after a minute or so of letting me catch my breath, helped me to stand. We shared another kiss before exiting the shower and drying off.

The rest of the day was a girl's day in. Ella and I didn't even bother getting dressed. We ordered a pizza for dinner, drank a bottle of wine, watched a couple of romcoms on Netflix and talked about the other women in the office. When it was finally time for bed, Ella and I snuggled under the covers, still naked. It felt wonderful when she wrapped her arm around me and pressed her body against mine. I soon fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I woke up the next morning with Ella's arm still on me, her hand cupping my left breast. It was then that the full extent of what had happened yesterday hit me. It had felt magical at the time, like I was living a fantasy of mine but the reality of the situation reared its ugly head. I'd had sex with another person who was not my husband.

I kept waiting for the guilt to hit me. It was almost as if I needed it to. I wanted to feel bad because it would mean that I could justify not having a repeat performance. Instead, my mind recalled the two intense orgasms, the sensation of Ella's tongue in my ass, the first time our lips met in a kiss, the sexual intensity in her blue eyes. I started feeling guilty about not feeling guilty.

Disentangling myself from Ella's arm, I went and used the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, again I tried to feel guilty about cheating on George. Instead, I hurried back to my bed and snuggled under the covers, this time facing Ella.

She had a smile on her face, her cute dimples showing. I reached out, tracing Ella's lips with the tip of my finger before leaning in and kissing her. My hand went to her breast. I honestly wasn't trying to initiate sex. I just loved the way her tit felt in my hand.

Stretching her arms above her head, Ella let out a long moan, then opened her eyes. "Morning beautiful." she said as she cupped my face with her hand.

"And a good morning to you." I replied. "Breakfast?"

Ella smiled and kissed me again. "Sounds wonderful. So, how much time do we have?"

I glanced at the clock. "About three hours or so. George is due home about one." Letting out a sigh, Ella rolled out of bed and stretched again. I admired her taut body and cute ass as she walked to the bathroom. Getting up myself, I threw on one of George's tee shirts and went to make breakfast.

Ella and I sat around, enjoying each other's company. Neither one of us tried anything sexual. I think that we both realized that if we did, the sex might last longer than was safe. She and I did share a long, sensual French kiss which left me light-headed before we left to go get my car from the office parking lot.

When George arrived home, I met him at the front door in the nude. He'd barely put down his briefcase before I was in his arms, rubbing my naked body against him while we tongue-wrestled in a passionate French kiss.

Breaking the kiss, I winked at him and smiled seductively as I took ahold of George's hand and led him to our bedroom. We kissed again as my fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My nose filled with the scent of his cologne which caused my breath to quicken. I pushed the memory of Ella's perfume out of my mind as I almost frantically undressed my husband.

George kicked off his shoes as I sank to my knees in front of him, undoing his belt and his slacks, pushing them as well as his boxers down. His cock was semi-hard and growing. I bit my lower lip at the sight of his member, then looked up, meeting his gaze. Opening my mouth, I slowly sank down all the way until my nose was tickled by his pubic hair. I could feel his dick hardening as I pulled back, kissed the head, then sank to the base again.

I blew George for a minute or two until I felt his prick twitch. Knowing that meant he was getting close to blowing his load, I pulled back and stood up. I wanted to feel my husband inside me.

There was a look in George's eyes; a hunger that came out only when he was really worked up. Half pushing, half guiding me onto the bed, my husband's hands went to my tits. Groping, squeezing, pinching the nipples, I moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. This was so different from when Ella caressed my breasts. Her touches were soft, featherlike. NO, damnit! This was about my husband.

I reached down between my legs, gripped George's hard shaft and ran the head up and down my slit. I could feel it pulsating in my hand as I coated it with my juices. We were both very turned on so I gave my husband the hint, positioning the head of his dick right at my hole. With one smooth stroke, George was fucking me.

Even though he was worked up, George started slow. I could feel every inch slide inside my body as he moved his hips in a piston motion. However, the rhythm soon picked up tempo. Wrapping my legs around his body, I held on tightly as George's breathing became shallow; a sure sign he was about to cum. As if on cue, with one final thrust, he shot his load deep inside my pussy. I was so excited that when George came, it triggered my own orgasm. I clenched down on his twitching penis, my legs holding him inside.

Finally, my legs flopped onto the bed and George rolled off. We were both breathing hard and I could feel a mixture of our orgasmic fluids leaking out of me. For a moment, I wished that Ella was here to clean me but again, I pushed the image of my naked boss eating my swampy pussy, her cute, bare ass sticking up in the air as she pried my lips apart, giving me a cheeky wink as she happily feasted, out of my mind.

A slight tremor coursed through my body at that thought though, causing me to shiver. Rolling over, I draped my leg over George's as I rubbed his chest with my hand. I could feel the pounding of his heart as well as his chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. He smiled and glanced at me as I snuggled closer to him.

"Wow!" George spoke, his voice a little breathy. "Um, miss me?"

I giggled before replying "Yeah, a little. Just happy you're home."

We laid in bed for a while, each enjoying the orgasmic afterglow but before long, George got up and walked to the bathroom. Soon, I heard the shower start. My husband always took a long, relaxing shower when he returned home. I laid there, thinking about joining him but instead, I reached down between my legs, scooped up a large amount of our fluids and brought my fingers to my lips, enjoying the salty sweetness of our mixed cum. As I reached down to collect more, I imagined what it would be like eating my husband's cum out of Ella's pussy.

Could I do it? Could I watch George fuck another woman and then have me eat her out? Before this weekend, I would have said no emphatically. But I'd noticed the way George looked at Ella the few times they'd met and I saw the spark of desire in his eyes. I wasn't jealous. Or maybe I was. Just a little bit. Then the realization hit me. George hadn't bedded Ella. I had.

If he'd been in bed with me right then, I probably would have confessed what had happened. How would he take it? Anger? Elation? I shuddered again as my fingers brushed against my clit as I gathered the last of our juices. I decided to keep it a secret until I thought about it some more. No need to stir the pot if there wasn't going to be a repeat performance.

Monday came and for the first time in a long time, I thought about calling in. Ultimately, I decided against it figuring that I had to face Ella sometime and I might as well get it over with. Choosing one of my more conservative dresses, I drove to work. After taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I went inside.

Nothing happened. No one pointed and whispered. No sneers or giggles. No notes on my desk reading "I know what you did Saturday." I have to say after all that I'd been through, Monday was a bit anticlimactic. Ella did call me into her office but it was only to discuss what we'd completed on the project I was working on and estimating how long it would take to finish it.

I figured that was that as I made my way back to my desk. I was wrong. At the end of the day, just as I was about to leave, a message came over my phone. It was from Ella asking when my husband would be gone again as she would love to swim in my pool. There was a "winking" emoji accompanying the message. My mouth went dry as I tried to formulate an answer. Here was my opportunity to end this now. I could reply that it was just a one-time thing, that I loved my husband and felt like this was taking advantage of him.

I texted back "two weeks."

I was shaking by the time I entered my car. Hiking up my skirt, I touched my panties to confirm my suspicions. I was soaked. Looking around to see if I was alone, I quickly removed my panties and started rubbing myself right there in the work parking lot. Just the thought of Ella coming over had turned me on. Images of my boss's naked body flitted through my head as I quickly brought myself off. I was still worked up though as I cleaned my fingers and my seat with my soiled panties. After stuffing them in my purse, I drove home.

Unfortunately, George wasn't there to relieve my stress. I practically ran to my bedroom and disrobed. Opening my lingerie drawer, I pulled out my vibrator and hopped onto the bed.

There was no preamble. A mini orgasm trickled through my body almost the moment I touched the vibrator to my stiff clitty. Memories of Ella; the way she tasted, her magic tongue in my ass filtered through my brain as an even bigger orgasm was building inside me. I plunged the toy inside my pussy, clenched down and screamed out my boss's name as the second, much larger orgasm flooded through me.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, I weakly removed the still vibrating toy, turned in off and let it flop down onto the bed between my legs. I was sucking in air, trying to calm down from the orgasmic high I was still on.

Finally, I was able to stand. Running to the bathroom, I cleaned my vibrator of my fluids; first by deep-throating it and then wiping it off with a damp washcloth. Putting the toy back in my lingerie drawer, I dressed in a tee shirt and an old pair of cutoffs before heading to the kitchen and preparing dinner for my husband.

Every once in a while, a pang of guilt would bubble to the surface. I technically was cheating on George after all. I mean, one time of "experimentation" would have been fine and I could have chalked it up to getting caught up in the moment. But today, I consciously made the decision to have sex with Ella again.

Pouring myself a glass of merlot, I sat on the back porch, waiting for George to pull into the driveway. Should I tell him about Ella? I honestly didn't know how he would respond. We'd discussed having a threesome in the past but it was just talk. George would get hard, fuck me, get off and the conversation would end. I had just chalked it up to a fantasy that every man had; sharing his partner with another.

As I finished my glass of wine, I heard the front door open. I sighed, deciding to not tell George right now and to think about it some more. I paused at the back door, just looking at him. He always looked impeccable in his suit coat and tie. I was happy that the sight of him still caused my heart to flutter.

George couldn't help but smile as I sauntered up to him with an exaggerated sway to my hips. We kissed our hellos as he placed his hand on my breast, copping a feel as we swapped spit. Dinner was delicious, if I do say so myself, and George and I spent the rest of the sunshine relaxing outside; him with a beer, me with a glass of wine.

The week flew by. Ella had decided to play it cool Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. No talking about anything but work, not even a suggestive wink. I began to wonder if something had happened to change her mind. Had I upset her somehow. Part of me wanted this to be true. I mean, it had been fun but I was somewhat afraid of it going further. But part of me, the little demon of lust that had settled in my soul and seemed to be growing, didn't want it to end.

I shouldn't have worried. Friday, after George had dressed and gone to work, a message from Ella pinged on my phone. Thinking it was her saying she wouldn't be in today; I casually opened the app and tapped the message. "Don't wear panties." was all it said.

My breathing became shallow and I could feel my heart start to flutter. Swallowing hard, I did my best to calm down. "This is ridiculous." I thought to myself. Three little words were causing me a freaking panic attack. I seriously considered texting her back "No" or "bullshit" or something like that. Instead, I hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties off and stuffed them in my purse. What could it hurt?

Driving to work, my mind was not focused on the road. I was instead focused on the way the fabric of my skirt tickled my ass. Finally, I pulled into the parking lot and hurried inside. I wanted to make it to my desk before anyone else.

"Hey Delia, may I see you for a moment?" I groaned and closed my eyes, got up and walked to Ella's office. "Are you wearing panties?" she asked as she reclined in her chair. I shook my head no. "Let me see." Taking a deep breath and glancing around to make sure no one else could see, I lifted the front of my skirt up just enough to show my bare pussy. "Did you bring your panties?" I nodded. "Bring them to me." I couldn't believe my ears. Why was Ella ordering me around like this? Why was I listening to her? Why was it turning me on?

I hurried back to my desk and grabbed my purse. When I entered her office, I handed Ella my panties. She took them from my hand, smirking as she did so. Then she grabbed my purse and opened it. "Just making sure that you don't have another pair." she said as she tossed my panties in the bottom drawer of her desk and locked it, putting the key in her pocket. Handing me back my purse, Ella dismissed me. I didn't know what else to do so I headed back to my desk and did my best to work as normally as possible.

I didn't get much accomplished. The day moved agonizingly slow. At the end of the day, when everyone else had left besides Ella and myself, I shut off my computer and went to ask for my panties back.

"Lift your skirt." Ella said. I sighed and again raised it above my waist. My boss stood up and walked over to me. In one motion, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss while her other hand cupped my pussy, her index and middle fingers easily slipping into the folds of my sopping cunt.

I hadn't realized how wet I was. Ella shoved her tongue into my mouth as she plunged her two fingers deep inside my pussy. An orgasm quickly began to build as I rocked my hips back and forth. Just as I was about to cum, Ella stopped and pulled back.

I was left breathless as I watched my boss undo her pants and pull them off along with her panties. "You want your panties back? On your knees then." I couldn't help myself. Kneeling down, I looked up at Ella. She was obviously turned on.

"Finger your cunt while you eat me, Delia." Ella said as she covered my mouth with her pussy. "You don't orgasm until I do, understand?" I nodded as best as I could and started fingering myself as I ate her out.

It wasn't fair. Ella had worked me up so much that in no time at all, I was screaming into her cunt as I coated my hand with my juices. My orgasm must have triggered hers. Ella gripped my hair hard and held me in place as she coated my face with her cream.

After a few moments of calming down, Ella let go of me and stepped back. "I told you not to cum before me, right?" I nodded, unable to meet her eyes. "Get up, go to your car and go home. Don't wash your face off until you get home, understand?" Again, I nodded, stood up, straightened my skirt and left without saying a word. It was when I got to my car that I realized I didn't have my panties.

All the while, I was squirming in my seat. Ella's juices had dried and become sticky on my face. I don't know why I just didn't stop at a gas station and wash up but, when I pulled into my driveway, I could still faintly taste Ella's pussy on my lips.

To my shock, George was already home. When we kissed hello, for a moment, the strangest look came over his face. "Sorry, babe. Gotta run to the bathroom." I said, pushing past him. I pretended to pee, then quickly cleaned my pussy, hands and face.

"You okay in there?" George asked through the shut door. I jumped a little, startled at my husband's voice.

"Yeah. Be out in a sec." I replied. After taking a couple of deep breaths, I opened the door with a smile. "Sorry about that. Really had to go." After kissing him again, I headed to the bedroom to change. "You're home early. Everything okay?"

George entered the bedroom just as I was taking off my skirt. Something must have excited him because he pushed me over so that my hands were resting on the bed. Without saying a word, George shoved his hardened dick deep inside me.

This wasn't a long and beautiful love-making session. This was fucking. I could feel his balls hitting my thighs as he grabbed my hips and really pounded me hard. My breathing became shallow as my second orgasm of the day coursed through my body. I clenched down as George shoved his member into me as deep as he could. Strands of sperm shot from his balls, filling me up.

I collapsed onto the bed when George let go but not for long. He grabbed me by the arm and gently but firmly pulled me off the bed so I was kneeling on the floor. His prick was right at eye level; slimy and shiny with a combination of our juices.

"Clean me."

I opened my mouth and George shoved his still semi-hard dick down my throat. My taste buds tingled with the salty sweetness of our fluids. Using my tongue and lips, I cleaned George's cock until there was nothing but my saliva coating it.

Looking up, I could see George smiling benignly down at me. He petted my head as he backed up. For a brief moment, I felt like his pet being rewarded for a job well done. I was still kneeling as I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra.

When I was totally nude, George again took ahold of my arm and pulled me onto the bed, not for sex but just relaxing. I felt so comfortable there, so safe in his arms. My hand rubbed his chest as he lazily traced patterns on to my back with his finger.

We really didn't do much that night. We didn't even bother getting dressed. George had picked up some Chinese take-out for supper so he and I sat in the living room, watching Netflix and drinking wine from the bottle as we ate our chicken lo mein.

George and I decided to head out of town Saturday, spending the day in the mountains and a nice romantic night at a lodge we both loved. Sunday, we hiked a trail, enjoying the view and each other before driving home. Monday came and it was a nice, normal work day as was the rest of the week. The only thing that bothered me a little was that Ella still had my panties, having never returned them.

Friday, I kissed George good by as he left for another week away. Then I went and prepared myself for my work day. Just as I was about to leave, a message buzzed over my phone. It was Ella.

"Is he gone?"

"Yep." I texted back.

"Good. Get undressed. You've called in sick today. You'd better greet me at the door totally naked."

I was taken aback. How dare Ella order me about like that. We didn't get that many sick days as it was and I prided myself on how little I called in. I had half a mind to write back and tell her off. Instead, with trembling fingers, I undid my blouse and skirt and removed my undergarments, went to the living room and waited for her arrival.