Lue to Lucy and Back Ch. 03

Following my transformation from wife and mother to sexy and desirable (in my mind, at least), which I described in the second chapter, I had a further transformation ahead of me.

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I was on a pathway that was headed towards an inevitable conclusion. After two Friday nights in the back of my kombi, where his hand had wandered over my breast and mine had wandered over his penis, where a sympathy kiss had turned into something much more I, Lue, had agreed to end each working week parked in an out-of-the-way bushland reserve 'talking' with Ray.

As the weeks went on, we did less talking; the kissing became more intense and all limits were removed from the places where the hands could wander to. But there would be a couple of weeks delay before the real action started.

At work I tried to make my contact with Ray as normal as possible. I didn't want rumours and gossip to start. At the end of our shift at 11pm, we both drove off in different directions to our homes, but on Friday nights after we were sure everybody else had gone we doubled back to our meeting spot under the trees.

The week after Ray had told me that he thought I was sexy and I had felt his erection through the fabric of his trousers, I was tense and worried all through the week about what was going to happen on Friday night. However, at the start of Friday's shift, Ray wasn't there. Ben the foreman told us that Ray had phoned in saying he had to take his wife to the hospital and couldn't work this afternoon. Julie, Ray's wife, was well advanced with the pregnancy of their second child and there seemed to be some sort of problem.

On Saturday morning I told Don about Julie and I phoned Ray to find out how she was. She was still in hospital. I asked Don to take care of our kids for the day and I left the kombi with him, borrowed his car and drove over to the hospital to meet Ray there and see if there was anything Julie needed. She said that she was being released soon and everything seemed to be OK now, but she was really happy to meet me because Ray had been talking about me so much. When she was discharged, I followed them home and made lunch for them and their young son.

When I went out to the car to leave, Ray came with me to say goodbye. "I really missed seeing you last night," he said, "but we're OK for next Friday aren't we?"

"Yes, I suppose so," I said, "but you look after Julie first. Just make sure that she is all right." Driving home I thought 'what am I doing?' I felt no serious guilt about my own situation, but this man had a son and a pregnant wife. I had taken an instant liking to Julie. She was younger than Ray and me. How would she be able to cope with this mutual crush that Ray and I had developed on each other?

But the best intentions fade away where lust is involved. On the following Friday night, we were back in the kombi talking. I told Ray about my concern for Julie. He said that she didn't suspect anything and anyhow what we did in our relationship didn't have to affect either his marriage or mine. I suppose I wanted to believe that, despite how silly the idea really was.

It was time to leave, and when Ray stepped out through the side door, I stepped out with him. Standing outside, I reached up and put my arms around his neck and hugged him close. A deep kiss followed, and I started to feel a tingling through my body that ignited the memory of my hand on the outside of his trousers feeling the hardness underneath. I loosened one arm from around his neck, reached down and lowered his zipper. I slipped my hand through, inside his underpants, and felt what I was searching for. Skin on skin. My soft hand on his hard shaft. "Do you want it?" he whispered.

I suddenly realised what he meant and pulled my hand away. "I must go home," I said.

Don was awake when I climbed into bed. "You're late tonight."

I told him, honestly, that I had stayed back talking with Ray about Julie. I didn't tell him any more than that.

On the following Friday night my stomach was churning as I drove to our parking spot. What I was doing was so out of character for me. It was naughty. What a silly childish word that is. But in a way, that was how I felt - like a small child about to do something naughty.

Ray wasted no time after he climbed into the kombi. My lab coat buttons were soon undone and the coat front laid open. His lips were nuzzling into my neck and I felt him sucking on my skin. I pushed him away: "No love bites," I said, "I can't have any signs on me of where you have been."

"Lean forward," he replied. He slipped the sleeves of my coat down my arms, reached behind me and soon my bra was gone. He slid forward off the seat and knelt on the floor between my knees. For the next ten minutes, my breasts were squeezed, massaged, kissed and licked. My nipples were sucked erect and nipped by his teeth.

Then,"Lift your bum." I lifted up and he pulled my panties down and away. I spread my legs and his fingers went to my vulva. He pulled the outer lips open and leaned in. He took a deep breath, then leaned in further and licked. He slipped a finger inside me and curled it upward.

I was a mental mess. How far should I let this go? And it was getting late, would my husband be awake realising that I wasn't home yet? I said "I think we should go." It broke the atmosphere and Ray drew back.

"I was just getting started."

"That's what I was worried about," I replied. I pulled the coat back on and buttoned up the front. I slipped my bra and panties into my bag.

Ray stepped out of the kombi and I joined him for a kiss goodbye. "Maybe next time," he said.

"Maybe," I replied and reached down for a squeeze over his trousers.

I climbed back in and Ray closed the door. I drove home with my lab coat's coarse fabric reminding me that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Fortunately, Don was fast asleep when I slipped on a nightie to replace my coat and gently slid under the bedclothes.

The next morning, Don said "Great news Lue." He had secured a contract with a client which would keep him very busy for at least the coming year. "It will need you to come back to do the admin stuff for the business." Was this what I wanted? Did I really have a choice? My first obligation was to the family, and this would not only contribute to Don's business, but I could become a stay-at-home mum again.

But over the past year I had felt more like a complete woman than I had for a long time before. It wasn't only the fact that Ray saw me as sexy and desirable, it was Ben the foreman and Trevor the fitter and the other people in the factory too, who saw me as a helpful and competent QC technician. And the money I was earning was something I could point to as my personal contribution to the family.

However, the decision really was an obvious one and I told Don that I would arrange my resignation next week.

Then the washing machine broke. Don looked at it and said it was beyond repair. We had to replace it, so Don took the seats out of the back of the van and off we went to buy a new one. We bundled the new machine in the back and brought it home. After we had connected it up and started it on its first load, we put the old machine into the kombi and took it to the rubbish tip. Don didn't have time to put the seats back in, and said he would do it next weekend.

On Monday I told Ben that I had to resign, and I could give four weeks' notice. He was disappointed, but he said he understood. Driving to and from work that week seemed strange with the kombi being more van than passenger vehicle, but ideas were starting to form in my mind.

On Friday, I put a blanket and a pillow in the back and drove to work. Afterwards, under the trees, Ray opened the back door and saw the open space. Then the blanket. "Fuck me! A struggle rug."

"I thought you might appreciate some comfort." I said. He took off his boots and climbed in. We lay side-by-side on the blanket; hands moving quickly to unbutton my lab coat and his shirt, unbuckle his belt and slide down the zipper. The coat, shirt and trousers were soon gone, followed by my bra and panties, then his underpants.

Finally he removed my socks and I removed his. "Sex with socks is not on," he said.

He was quickly back at my breasts, kneading, licking, sucking. Again I had to warn him: "No love bites." He seemed determined to mark me somehow, somewhere. Maybe it was an unconscious thing; wanting to show my husband that another man had violated his wife's body.

I pushed him over onto his back. His penis stood proud. For the first time, I could see it in all its glory while I played with it. I couldn't help but compare it with the other one I knew so well. It was much the same length as Don's, but it was noticeably thicker. The big difference was the glans. The head of Don's penis was more pointed. Ray's had a broad head, wider than the shaft. I wondered if it would feel different inside me.

I cupped my hand under his scrotum and rolled his testicles around in their sac. I squeezed them gently, then more firmly until he said "That's enough."

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled his foreskin back firmly. The helmet shape of his glans was emphasised by the ridge around it, and the little fraenulum web on the underside was stretched tight. I leaned over it and ran my tongue over the head and around the ridge, then flicked it back and forth over the web. I pushed his shaft down flat over his belly and nibbled along the underside. I felt under his scrotum to find the root of his penis and ran my finger up, between his testicles and pressing into the ridge containing the passageway that I knew one day inevitably would pulse as he pumped semen up and out and into my body. I ran my finger all the way up the length of his shaft, then released it to spring back to vertical.

I lifted my leg over him, reached down between us and positioned his shaft along my cleft. Then I pressed down and slid back and forth along his body. "Put him in," the pleading voice came from below me.

"Not tonight," I replied, "I'm not quite ready to do that yet. What do you want? Will I keep doing this until you come?"

"Can I fuck your tits?" I rolled off him and lay on my back on the blanket with my head on the pillow. Ray lifted up and straddled my chest. He laid his impressive penis between my breasts. I have always considered that my breasts have held their shape rather well, considering that they have fed three babies. My husband enjoys playing with them, and Ray also seemed to be fascinated by their shape and size. He pressed them together over his shaft and settled into a steady rhythm. With my head resting on the pillow, I could look down and see the head of his penis emerging from between my breasts, then retreating and being smothered by them.

It wasn't long before his movements became irregular, then he went into an ejaculation routine that I was to become very familiar with as the weeks went on. He grunted, his body went rigid and the first jet of semen shot out. It splashed just under my chin. It was quite a load. His body jerked as that first jet was followed by two more only slightly less in volume. Slowly he settled, with the last few pulses running out over my upper chest and between my breasts.

I was covered with it. It was in my hair, on my cheek, my neck, chest and breasts. "How long have you been storing that up for?" I enquired.

"Not long," he replied, "I told you before what sort of effect you have on me."

I reached under the passenger's side front seat where I kept a couple of towels in case of need with the kids, and wiped myself down as best I could. The towel, pillow and blanket were going to have to disappear as soon as I got home.

"When do we get to do it properly?" He was sitting up watching me dry off.

"That wasn't properly?" I retorted.

"I mean fucking. You are so unbelievably fuckable, I can't wait to do it inside you."

Any other woman, hearing that said by a man, would run a mile saying "Is that what you think I am?" But at that point in my life, I thought it was praise indeed. I wanted to be seen as an unbelievably fuckable woman, not just a wife and mother.

Then I made a strange decision: "I will sleep with you after I leave. I don't want to have sex with you while I'm still at the factory with all the other people." I don't know what difference it would have made. After what we had done that evening, what difference would it have made to have him ejaculate inside me rather than spraying semen over my face? But somehow it seemed different.

I remember the night I had sex with Don the first time. When I went into lectures the next day I was wondering if everybody could see I was no longer a virgin. It was a silly thought, but it was nagging away. Do I look different in any way? Am I giving off some sort of vibe that other people can detect? I knew that there had been a change that couldn't be reversed. Did others know?

Maybe it was a similar thought that drove me to this decision. Would everybody be able to see that I had engaged in extra-marital sex? Anyhow, the next couple of weeks passed, and the Friday nights were spent kissing and exploring each others' bodies, but I allowed it to go no further. On Monday of the last week, I booked a room in a local motel for Friday night. I told Don that the people at the factory were having a few drinks after work and that I was going to stay overnight at the motel because I didn't want to drive home affected by alcohol.

I woke up on Friday with one thought running through my mind: "Tonight I will commit adultery."

On my way to work I dropped in to the motel, paid for the key and told them that I would be getting in late and leaving early. I felt nervous and excited all evening but somehow I managed to do the work I was required to do. At dinnertime, we had a cake and everybody wished me well. At the end of shift a few people gathered to say their last goodbyes. Ray was there and we both tried hard to avoid eye contact, knowing what was about to happen in a motel room just a few blocks away.

Soon we all departed and I drove to the motel. I was shivering with excitement as I took off my work boots and stripped off my lab coat, bra, panties and socks. I freshened up in the bathroom, which helped to calm my nerves a little. Ray seemed to be taking his time. I hoped nothing unfortunate had happened to him on the way here. I turned on the bedside lamp, turned off the main light and, naked, lay down on the bed to wait.

Soon I heard his car pulling up outside. The nerves hit me again and I tensed up with anticipation. He opened the door, stepped inside and stripped off all his clothes. He said not a word - maybe he was as nervous as I was? He climbed onto the bed and held himself just a few centimetres above my body.

There was no foreplay. Who needs foreplay when you have been doing what we had been doing for weeks? My legs were wide open. He reached down, ran the head of his penis along between my slick inner lips and positioned it at the opening to my very wet vagina. He slipped it in and held it there, just inside. Then he reached down and hooked his arms in behind my knees. He pulled my legs up and rested them over his shoulders. He pressed down, folding me double.

Then it happened. He flexed his hips forward and thrust the full length of his penis all the way up inside me. He had mounted me. I was an adulteress. I had the penis of a man who was not my husband hard up in my vagina.

He held it there. "He's in, Lucy." The first words he had spoken. I said nothing, just lying there lost in the feeling of being pressed down flat with him inside me. It was like nothing I had felt before. I had committed myself to this, and there was no turning back. There was no way I could get out from underneath him, and I certainly didn't want to. I allowed my body to relax. In this position I was his to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

He drew back and thrust in again. Then again. Then he moved forward and back and side to side, pressing his shaft against all parts of my inner walls. Soon he settled into a steady thrusting rhythm, his hips slapping against my thighs. It went on and on. I was amazed by his stamina. I lost any consciousness of time or the sounds of our mating. I felt the tension rising within me and a tingling starting at my core and spreading throughout my body. My breathing became ragged and I let out a quiet Ahhh as my orgasm approached. "Yes Lucy, that's it, yes" breathed the man above me who was giving me pleasure of a kind I had never felt before.

I reached the crest and went over. Climax! Then, as my orgasm gradually subsided, I became aware that he had maintained his rhythm all the way through it and was still thrusting. I had become super sensitive and wanted to push him away, but I couldn't get my arms out and around my folded legs.

He stopped. He growled and his body stiffened. I felt his penis jump inside me as he pumped the first jet of semen into my vagina. This was followed by maybe five or six short hard thrusts, each delivering another jet, filling me to overflowing. He had inseminated me. My adultery was total.

He slipped out of me, released my legs and rolled off. He lay beside me. "You are a fantastic fuck, Lucy. I knew you would be. A really fantastic fuck."

My transformation was complete.