Hotwife Heather Ch. 01

Maybe Heather shouldn't have been surprised when Mark mentioned Eric. They had been recovering for a few minutes from the latest round of their favourite sex activity "Having Hot Sex While Heather Tells Mark A Fantasy About A Crush." There was something magical about Mark's very very favourable reactions, and tonight her fantasy had been about Eric, the recently separated father Heather often spoke to while waiting for the school bus in the morning.

They were in their bed, her back against his chest, his right arm dangled over her comfortably, their legs still intertwined. Heather was pushing back slightly onto Mark, could feel his cock against her butt cheek, foreskin once again covering up the cock head and the opening filled with the last of his cum, leaving spots on her every time they moved slightly.

"I was talking to Eric at the bus stop this morning," Mark said quietly, just loud enough for Heather to hear.

Heather stiffened, involuntarily. Not that there was any reason to, but she was surprised that he would bring it up again, now that they were done. This was unlike Mark.

"Mmm" Mark brought his head forward and swept his lips across the back of her neck and shoulder and collarbone. "We were talking about his separation"

"Oh" Heather responded, a little disappointed. Mark must have sensed that because he continued "he told me that he is really horny and starting to go a little crazy."

"What?" Heather said, rather surprised. "Did he say it just like that?" Not only was that not discrete bus stop talk, but for all that Mark was very comfortable talking about sex with women, she could count on one hand the number of times in their relationship that Mark had discussed sex at all with men outside intimate situations.

Mark smiled, the movement of his lips against Heather's back making her shiver. "No, no. He was talking about being very frustrated with the process, and how Erin is dating, and he was looking at Carol Phillips while he was talking about it."

Heather nodded, as it made sense. Although Carol was not quite as curvy as herself, Heather and Mark considered her one of the most attractive women in the group of school bus parents. Her husband Tim, while not so conventionally attractive, tended to wear white shirts and jeans when the weather was good enough, triggering one of Heather's delights. On other days, he wore sweatpants that did a not very good job of disguising that his cock was quite large when soft. Heather loved to bring that up with Mark, and she very much hoped that eventually she'd get to suck that cock with Mark and find out how large it would be when erect.

"Mmm" Heather responded to the attention to her neck, and slid her hand to the cock at her lower back, slowly stroking it and taking the precum already there on her thumb. "And what did you say?"

Mark moaned softly, and his hand on her hip went down to put a finger along her cunt, and then up to her mouth. "I invited him to come over next Sunday after church for the game." Heather released Mark's cock, turned and started kissing him hard.

"Seriously?" She asked, when she paused for breath. Mark was now rock hard again, pressing against her stomach with precum welling in the palm of her hand while she lay her fingers along the shaft of his cock.

"Very serious" Mark grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her as he moved her leg over his hip, then placed the head of his cock against her slit again. "I'm so very serious."

Heather responded by pulling in her leg, pushing Mark's hard cock inside her wet pussy again as she began to kiss him earnestly.

After a few minutes, she paused and asked "Wait a minute. Doesn't he know you hate football?" but Mark just went "ssh" and went back to kissing her. Heather let the thought go and kissed her husband back.

***

The next week seemed to go very slowly for Heather. With much of her office away at a national conference, she was able to work from home and had a lot of time to think about the possibilities. On top of that, with Mark working a week of morning shifts, she knew she'd be seeing Eric every morning at the bus stop.

Mark clearly had no interest in making the anticipation easier for her. He went to work an hour before she woke up, and every morning that week she woke up to find that her husband had laid out an outfit for her. On Monday there had been a note "For Bus Drop off only please. Let me know that you've taken it off when you get home." Underneath the note had been panties, bra, sweatpants and a shirt. Not too sexy to start, and Heather had been thankful because she felt pretty comfortable talking to Eric that morning.

"So, Mark invited me over for Sunday" Eric had said, looking around nervously. Carol Phillips was a few feet away, watching their kids play tag as they were waiting for the bus, but she seemed to have an ear on Heather and Eric.

"Yes, he told me. We're looking forward to having you over" Heather responded, just as the school bus turned the corner at the top of the conversation was interrupted by screaming kids running to form a line. Heather gave her son a quick hug as he passed her, but was looking at Eric over the top of her son's head.

She couldn't help herself, and when she got home she took off her outfit, sent a photo to Mark as proof, then went to have a shower where she masturbated with the new shower head that they had got as an anniversary present.

It had been really difficult to get her mind off of sex and onto databases, PHP and work things but somehow she managed it and did a solid day's work before finding herself unfairly distracted again by Eric and Mark. Mark and Eric. By thoughts of the both of them together.

When Mark arrived home a couple of hours before they had to pick up their children from daycare, she was naked and in the bed, already sopping wet. Heather told him all about the fantasies she had had that day while Mark ate her out, then he stripped and they fucked in the shower.

The next morning, Mark had put out yoga pants that although they were loose at the ankles, were close fitting around the ass. Luckily it was a bit warmer because the top and sweater that he put out were quite thin and would have shown if Heather had hard nipples.

Again, a short conversation at the bus stop drove Heather to masturbate when she got home, which she filmed and sent to Mark.

She tried working naked, but resignedly found herself getting dressed in order to get some work done. She forced herself to put on actual work clothes or she couldn't focus.

That afternoon they filmed themselves fucking, then had to quickly change the sheets as Heather squirted all over Mark's cock and the magic wand they were using.

On Wednesday, Mark had declined to lay out any panties for her, and talking to Eric at the bus stop while not wearing any panties made Heather the wettest she had been yet. She masturbated that morning by riding her suction cup dildo on the floor in front of the bed and calling Mark on his break to listen to it while she came loudly and messily.

That day, Heather rediscovered the trick of rewarding herself with an orgasm every time she completed a task. She surprised herself with just how many of the smallest things she was able to tackle on the bug list.

It was after she and Mark had gone to bed that it occurred to Heather that there was something they had forgotten. She gently nudged Mark. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes. "Babe, again? Can it wait until tomorrow morning?"

Heather grinned, not at all disappointed. After all they had been fucking a lot that week. Certainly more than normal. "No, not that honey." Mark frowned, concerned. "I was just wondering, what about the kids? I know Eric has his kids this weekend."

Mark looked puzzled for a second, then managed to get his sleepy brain to process. "I've got it covered. Already asked Cassandra to come look after them. She'll come for one o'clock on Sunday. I've already put cash aside for her plus a bonus." Heather kissed him, and Mark rolled back over and went to sleep again.

The next morning, the outfit was jeans and a bodysuit, but no bra or panties. However, Eric was nowhere to be found that morning. Heather thought she was being subtle, however Carol edged up to her. "Are you looking for Eric?" she asked. "His kids have a dentist appointment this morning. I ran into Eric yesterday at the grocery store." Heather wasn't sure how to respond, but she could feel herself blushing. Carol just raised her eyebrows and grinned, then turned away to admonish the children for running in the snow.

Even as she walked home from the bus stop, Heather booked herself off for the rest of the week. She could already tell she wouldn't be able to focus at all.

Heather stripped for the camera, sending the recording to Mark. When around lunch he sent her a video of himself masturbating, she couldn't help but get off again. She sighed with vexation as she ran out of lube. She pulled on some running shorts and a tank top, not bothering with either panties or a bra. At the front hall, she hesitated, then grabbed the long faux fur coat she had bought for her Halloween costume but had not yet taken back to Value Village. She realized she didn't even have to bother with what she had on. She shivered with pleasure as she felt the lined faux-fur around her neck and one her legs and wrists, and knowing that she was going out to the sex store wearing nothing under her coat. "I'm a horny cliché," she sighed.

Heather couldn't help but finger herself as she drove the twenty minutes or so to the store, alternating between sticking her fingers inside herself and cleaning them off in her mouth. On an impulse at one red light she turned around and grabbed a towel from the back seat, placing it folded up beneath her, and pulling up her coat so it was bunched behind her. Not the most comfortable, but she didn't want to have to get the coat dry cleaned on top of everything else.

Heather was completely sopping wet as she pulled into the parking lot and with lack of lube a non-issue she decided she absolutely had to get off. Looking around, she saw that nobody else was in the parking lot.

She moved the phone mount from the vent grill to the steering wheel, pleased to find it would actually hold the phone at the right angle when she moved her seat back. Opening her jacket to show that she was fully naked, Heather started recording. With one hand, she furiously played with her clit, and stuck fingers inside of her, while with the other she touched herself lightly from her pelvic bone, her stomach, her breasts and nipples, collar bone, throat, and cheeks. Suddenly, Heather arched her back as she came, squirting all over her hand and towel. It wasn't until another minute, lying back against the seat with her coat wide open, panting, that she recovered enough to stop the recording and clean up after herself.

With a laugh, she closed her coat, and headed inside the store. She was still so turned on she impulsively bought something she and Mark had been talking about in addition to the rather large pump-top bottle of lube.

On Friday morning, Heather woke to find that the weather was very unseasonably warm, and Mark wanted to push things a bit. The only things under the note were a pair of knee-length yoga capris, and a pair of tank tops. The note said "And if it's warm enough, your wedges. You know the ones." there was a break in the text, and another line, scribbled more messily after "I want to know if he looks at your tits. I love when people look at your tits. They're magnificent" Heather sighed, vaguely aggravated at her husband's horndoggedness but also in anticipation of what she might send Mark later, and the fucking to follow.

She was happy to be able to report, recorded in a voice message to Mark while she masturbated, that Eric had had obvious difficulties looking away from her cleavage. She was too distracted by the combination of clamps lightly upon her nipples, plug in her ass, dildo in one hand and magic wand vibe in the other to mention that Eric had not been the only one. Both Carol and Tim were dropping off their kids that morning, and Heather had noticed both of them checking her out. It hadn't hurt that Carol had been in a quite cleavagey sundress herself, and Tim had been wearing pants which showed off his very fine ass.

Heather spent most of the day in a horny haze. When Mark arrived home, she was waiting for him in the front hallway wearing a cupless bra, heels, and the strap-on that she had purchased the previous day. All it had taken was a couple of raised eyebrows, and he quickly went to shower and prepare for anal sex. This time they fucked in the living room, watching anal porn together as she pegged him for the first time. They laughed as Mark sprayed cum all over the blanket they were using, then rushed to clean up before they had to pick up their children.

Saturday, alas, was so busy that they didn't have time to do much more than clinch in passing and exchange extremely thirsty text messages as Heather and Mark moved in their independent circles to hockey, ballet, groceries, and the many varied chores and errands of busy parents. Heather slightly regretted all the masturbating and fucking that week as she contemplated the list of chores to that had been neglected that week. But as she read Mark's flirty text messages throughout the day, she didn't regret it that much. That night, Mark went to bed early as he had volunteered to do the early Sunday morning sports chauffeur duties, and so after making sure the basement living room was all tidy and ready for guests, Heather decided to retire with a really steamy novel.

****

Mark and the children were already out of the house by the time Heather woke with the sun on Sunday morning. She came out of the shower, and when she checked her phone she saw that Simon had texted, promising to keep the children out of the house until noon, or so.

[But don't cum, babe. I want to your orgasms this afternoon to be as intense as possible]

Heather grinned, sighed, and decided to test herself by going nude in the house. It was a rare treat that she missed. Perhaps she'd have to find more ways to get the kids out of the house. Mark's parents had offered to host them for sleepovers on the weekends. But she put it out of her mind. She had less than 5 hours to get everything ready for that afternoon.

She had already started preparing for anal sex the day before, but she began her usual anal-day smoothie, a recipe she had found on a sex podcast on instagram the year before. Then, she went up to the bedroom and gathered up some of the toys she wanted to have on hand, new sheets, as well as the large bottle of lube. She grabbed a thick house robe and her ugg boots, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen, and the door to the backyard.

She and Mark had had the granny flat at the end of the backyard built shortly after the moved in to replace a rather ramshackle shed that had stood there for at least a couple of decades. It was fairly simple, with the door leading into the main room with the king-sized bed, and a decent bathroom and equally decent closet built into the fall facing the house. On either side, there were small, highish windows that let in light during the morning and afternoon. At the back, facing south they had installed floor to ceiling windows and a glass sliding door that looked out at the woods and the rather steep hill to the utility corridor below. They had built it with privacy and light in mind, as it had been intended for her mother. However, her mother had ended up moving across the country in her retirement.

Since the kids had been born, it was occasionally used by guests. But it hadn't taken long for Mark and Heather to together decide to turn it into their playroom. After all, it was much more private than their bedroom. In reality, they hadn't ended up using it very often. While it had been often trying and frustrating to find privacy, especially now that their kids were walking, they still seemed to be able to find some time, often enough. So the large very solid bed with its restraints and attachments, and the closet full of special lingerie and heels and things sat almost neglected.

Heather placed the strapon onto the bed, then let the robe slide to the floor in a toweling puddle. She opened the closet and wistfully went through the outfits hanging there. Such gorgeous investment pieces, custom lingerie that she hardly wore anymore.

She sighed, then turned to change the sheets and make sure that everything was ready for that afternoon. Once the bed was ready, she started to set out toys, some on the bedside tables, next to the large bottle of lube. Others, with suction cups she stuck to the wooden top of the head of the bed. She made sure the restraints were free, and clean and ready to use. She set towels on a chair by one wall, and cleaned the mirror on the back of the door. Just as she was wiping the last of the cleaning solution off the mirror, her phone buzzed.

[On our way home love. See you soon.]

Heather sighed, grabbed some outfit choices from the closet, put on her robe again and headed back to the house.

By the time Mark came home with the kids, their lunch was already sorted out and on the table for them. They were clearly excited to have friends coming over, and paid very little attention to either Heather or Mark. With raised eyebrows, Mark gave Heather a searching look, and she just nodded.

"Will you look after the kids while I go get ready sweetheart?" Heather asked.

"Of course babe" Mark replied, with small shooing motions, and Heather retreated upstairs leaving the chaos behind.

****

Some time later, she stood in front of the mirror inspecting her preparations when she heard the general chaos move downstairs.

Heather had chosen to go all out, and she smoothed down the lace of her babydoll around her waist. She wore dark blue patent leather stiletto mary janes with, and black lace stockings with a floral pattern. She had chosen a matching set that Mark had given her for Valentines the year before, but she had not yet had an opportunity to wear. The blue silk of the demi-cup babydoll, crotchless panties and garter belt was overlaid with a fine black lace, except for the straps over her shoulders, and the straps that lay along the inside curve of her breasts.

As the clock ticked closer to the arrival of their guest, she wandered over to the dressing table by the window. The sheer curtains let in light, but afforded some privacy, and she knelt on the padded stool, then opened the top drawer to reveal her collection of small toys and butt plugs. Choosing a medium sized silicone one with a blue t-shaped handle, she placed it gently on the glass top, then closed the drawer and skilfully took some lube from the bottle on the table. She gently applied to her anus, and then took some more and applied it to the toy. Using the same hand, she placed the tip of the toy against her anus,and then breathed in sharply as she slid it into ass, slowly but firmly. Taking some time to adjust, it wasn't until she felt completely comfortable with the plug inside her that she reached to grab the pussy pump that was already sitting on the table top. LIke always, having the plug inside of her calmed her, and as she walked over to the chair on the other side of the bed she could feel herself adopting a different gait, but not a forced one. It had been weeks since she'd been plugged like this, and she really missed it.

Moving over to the chair by the door, Heather sat, with her ass right on the edge, feeling the pressure of the t bar against her anus and the slight shift of the plug inside her. Closing her eyes, she gently pushed the lace-edges of her panties apart, revealing her gorgeous pussy. By feel alone she put some lube around the rim of the pump, and then placed it gently over her vulva and clit. There was a sharp intake of breath as she pumped the hand bulb. Her adrenaline was such that at first she took the pressure too high, too fast, almost crying out with the intensity of feeling. Carefully, slowly she backed off the pressure so that it was merely intensely pleasurable.