Penny's Promiscuity Ch. 41-42

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked, trying desperately to retain some form of composure.

"Going home," he smiled. "I've been to a meeting in London, like you I suspect. How are you?"

How on earth should I answer that? Fine, no thanks to you? Still married despite your best efforts?

"I heard you were pregnant," he continued. "That was quite a surprise -- especially after what you told me about Pete having had the snip!"

Was that a glint in his eye? Was he trying to make me give away a secret after only two sentences? After being so very intimate with him for so long, could Tony see through my defences that easily?

I wanted to run away; to put time and space between me and the man who had precipitated the last year's extraordinary events, but there was no possible escape without attracting unwanted attention.

And if you are British, you really do not want to attract attention.

There was only one line of defence; attack.

"Never mind me," I said with a smile and nonchalance worthy of an Oscar nomination at least. "How are you? I heard about you and Julie finally getting divorced. I'm so sorry for you both."

He shrugged and sighed.

"It's not what I wanted, but you know that already."

I did indeed know that. What Tony wanted was the freedom to fuck as many married women as he could find, and still have a pretty, sexy wife to come home to.

"Julie says it's nearly sorted," I continued, rubbing in what I hoped was a sore point. "She seems to have moved on."

He shot me a look and the twinkle reappeared in his eye.

"She's not moved as far on as she'd have you believe," he said quietly. "But yes, it should all be over legally in a few months."

What did he mean? Were he and Julie still seeing each other? Was Tony, not Pete the man she had alluded to in our recent chat? I truly hoped so.

"How are the kids handling it?" I asked, trying to keep the focus on him.

"They're being grown up about it, but they're a bit baffled. Last year it was their Mum who was the fallen woman having an affair. Now it's me who's the Bad Guy. But you must know this already; you'll have seen much more of Jack than I have."

"I suppose we do see a lot of him," I agreed. "But he never really talks about either of you. At least, not with us."

Tony pulled a disappointed face. I remembered that face from our affair; it was the face he had pulled on the lamentably few occasions I had denied him access to my body.

"Do you have someone... special at the moment?" I asked archly.

"No-one... very special," he replied.

Perhaps he hadn't realised I had seen him with his latest lover. His hesitation told me that he was indeed having sex with someone but didn't want to pass up an opportunity by telling a potential conquest this, however unlikely a prospect I must be. The man was incorrigible, but even after all he had done to me, I couldn't avoid feeling his considerable attractiveness still.

Stop it Penny! For God's sake, stop it!

"How's Pete? Looking forward to being a Dad again?" Tony asked, making a stab at my weakest spot.

"Pete's being great," I told him truthfully. "It's given him a burst of youth again. Loads of energy. He'd be a great Dad at any age."

It was a good parry; the implication clearly was that Tony hadn't been a good father even when he was young. It wasn't really fair, but I needed to try and distance myself from the dangerous level of attraction I felt, and at that moment any barrier would do.

There was a brief pause in which the cool air found its tingly way into every crease and crevice in and around my vulva again, reminding me once again of my lack of knickers in front of a former lover. The result was rather more arousing than I was comfortable with. I crossed my feet to close my thighs try and keep the coldness out.

"We should get together again," Tony eventually suggested. "Like I said, I've really missed you."

The idea was simply ludicrous. I laughed aloud.

"The wife, her husband and ex-lover all cosying up together?" I raised both eyebrows. "I don't think so Tony."

"I meant just you and me," he said quietly. "For... old times' sake."

Did he really think I was that naïve? That stupid? I could guess which 'old times' he wanted to recreate.

"I really do miss you Penny," he insisted, at least sounding sincere. "Remember how special it was between us? I fell for you so badly."

"You had a funny way of showing it," I snorted.

"I know. I'm sorry but..."

"You hurt me, Tony," I told him coldly. "You used me many times, you hurt me and you humiliated me. I was prepared to leave Pete and my family to be with you. You knew that but you dumped me anyway."

"You have every reason to hate me, I agree. But please try to understand," he grabbed me by the arm. "That was the reason I had to end it. I had fallen in love with you too and just couldn't handle it! I'd never been in love like that before."

Oh God! That wasn't what I wanted to hear, even if it was true. No, especially if it was true.

"You really got to me, Penny. Your face, your smile, your cheeky laugh. "And as for the sex... Jesus, I've never known anyone like you in bed!"

Ridiculously, a glow of pride rose within me at these words, however unlikely they sounded. For a split second I wished Pete had heard my bedroom skills being praised so highly, just as I had been forced to hear about his.

But then this was Tony talking. How could I possibly know if he was telling the truth? And anyway, why would he still want me when he had fucked so many other poor married women?

And even if it was the truth, why on earth would I even contemplate starting anything that destructive again? However good the sex unquestionably had been, it could not possibly be enough for me to get involved with this amoral man, drop-dead gorgeous or not.

And yet there he was, saying all the right things; pressing all the right buttons.

"I've moved on Tony," I lied, trying to convince myself. "I should never have let things get so... complicated. I was naïve and made a mistake. I'm happy the way things are now."

"That would be such a waste," he replied, ramping up the persuasion in his voice. "We were good together; very good indeed. Perfect physical compatibility. I know that. You know that. I miss it and I'm absolutely certain you miss it too."

Could the man read my mind?

"Why else did you follow us... follow me all the way here from the train?" he demanded. "Why else have you been hiding behind the ticket machine, watching?"

"No, I.."

I tried to deny the accusation, but he cut me off at the first word.

"I saw you Penny. There's a light over the ticket machine. I could see your pretty face very clearly. You must have been there all the time my friend and I were... saying goodbye.

"I know you better than you know yourself. I knew you wanted me to fuck you that first day long before you realised the truth. And I was right wasn't I? And now I know you want me to do it again, no matter how many times you try and pretend it's not true."

"I'm going to leave now," I said in desperation, turning away from him and towards the corner of the car park where my car stood.

He reached out a hand and grabbed my arm. Despite myself, the touch of his hand even in this unromantic way sent a thrill though me.

"Don't kid yourself Penny; I know you too well. No-one can be as passionate in bed as you were and just let it all drop like a hot stone afterwards. After all we did together, no-one, least of all a hot, truly sexual woman like you could possibly be happy with just her husband."

I could almost feel the heat from his familiar body. My own body began to betray me by lubricating heavily as if it knew what it needed to do to please this man.

"Remember Penny," he continued. "There was a lot of pillow talk afterwards. I know what you really think of Pete's puny cock and the hopeless way he fucks you. Orgasm-free, routine copulation you told me many times!"

I stared at him in horror, but he was far from finished.

"Once a cheat, always a cheat Penny. And I should know. You threw yourself into our affair every bit as enthusiastically as I did. There's no way you just went back to being Pete's faithful little wife again. No way. I reckon you've been fucked a good few times since we broke up and by a good few men too."

I fought hard not to let my face give away the truth. Tony was right but I mustn't let it show.

"And I'm not buying that vasectomy reversal bullshit either. You were knocked up by someone else. I know it, you know it and Pete must know it too. He's not stupid. All it would take is a simple, easy test to prove it and then where would you be?"

I felt sick and began to wobble.

"What... what do you want?" I asked, aghast.

"Just as I said, I want us to be friends again, Penny. I want us to see each other again."

"What kind of friends, Tony? There are many kinds of friendship."

"Okay," he paused. "I want us to be real friends again. Good friends. Close friends. Personal friends."

"Friends... with benefits perhaps?" I added in question.

Oh my God! Why did I say that?

"Good idea, Penny!" Tony smiled. "Friends with Benefits. It could be our secret, like before. No-one else need ever know. Pete need never know if you don't want him to. The kids need never know either."

"Tony please..."

I had meant it as sarcasm -- at least I thought I had -- but he was deliberately taking it at face value.

"My flat is very private," he continued. "The neighbours are out most of the day too. Even a crying baby wouldn't be noticed."

He was getting into his stride.

"It would be like old times -- but this time we'd know where we stood from the start. No misunderstandings. No emotional relationships. No falling in love. No running away from Pete this time."

I was staring at him, open mouthed. How could I even listen to this nonsense, let alone feel attracted to the appalling idea.

"We could just be Fuck Buddies if you like. Good friends who meet for the sheer physical, sexual pleasure they can bring each other. Admit it Penny. Your cunt has never had anything like my cock inside it, before or since! Your body needs mine as badly as mine needs yours."

As if on cue, a small trickle of lubrication began to run slowly down the inside of my right thigh. My hands rose to my chest to find my nipples already hard, and not just because of the cool air.

Go home Penny! Go home now before you say or do something you'll regret.

"You know I'm right," he whispered, placing his hand on my pubic mound. "I know you're getting wet down there. I can smell it from here!"

"But I love my husband," I protested weakly.

"I know you do. I believe you. Being sexually compatible isn't the same as being in love. Pete can't give you what you need in bed but I can. I can't give you the love and security you need; that's Pete's department. You need us both. You know you do. Why else would you be here, spying on me?"

"I..."

"We were made for each other, Penny. Neither of us is capable of being faithful now. We're both tasted that forbidden fruit and know how very addictive it is. You've cheated on Pete with more than just me; don't even try and deny it. I've cheated on Julie all our marriage. We might as well accept what we are and enjoy being unfaithful with each other again."

"What about...?" I nodded in the direction the woman's car had gone.

"Katherine? She's a good friend too. She has a husband, two kids and a good, management job in the City. She's lives about thirty miles from here and is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met -- almost as clever as you, Penny. Far brighter than I could ever be. She earns more than I ever could too.

"She's sensible enough to choose the best man for any job she wants doing. Decorating. Building. Fixing her car. There's a man for each of those. She chooses her husband for a life partner and to be the father of her kids, but she wants me in the bedroom -- which is where we've been all afternoon in her city flat."

I must have looked either aghast or disbelieving.

"Katherine is simply awesome in bed Penny, but I would swap her for you in an instant."

The look on his face told me this was the simple truth.

"Tell me you'll think about it. No strings. No guilt. No commitment. You can call me any time you need a good fucking and I'll come running. You know you want it Penny. That's why you had to watch me now. All you have to do is let go your scruples, open your thighs and let me back in."

I felt so confused and conflicted that I was sure I would faint. I must have looked like it too because Tony took my arms to steady me. I leaned again him for support, my nose full of the musky, masculine smell of his after-shave; the aroma that along with my own pungent juices, had filled my nose on so many occasions before.

Occasions I had thought had gone forever.

"I... I need to go home..." I gasped.

"Do you want me to take you?" he asked.

"NO!" I exclaimed then apologised. "No thank you. I'll be okay."

Tony helped me to my car and sat me in the driving seat. I fastened my belt.

"I'd better get back home too," he said. Then he leaned close again. "Think hard about what I said. If you like the idea, you know my number."

He stood up, turned as if to leave then leaned close again.

"Everyone wins. You get great sex, I get great sex. Pete stays in blissful ignorance and you can bring up your baby in the knowledge that your dirty secrets will remain just that."

Tears began to form in my eyes. Frustration, confusion and powerful desire all rolled into one conflicted female mass.

"It's an offer you can't refuse, Penny. You'll realise that eventually. You might not believe this but I'm a very patient man when I need to be. After all, I waited twenty years to get you into bed, didn't I? And Christ, was that worth waiting for!

"Wait until the baby's born and you've recovered, then call me when you're ready to fuck. You won't regret it, I promise."

I looked at him, stunned as he left.

Chapter Forty-Two

The next few days passed in haze of fear and disbelief.

The heady blend of reluctant but genuine physical attraction to my former lover and vivid memories of the powerful physical side of our affair, fought against equally vivid memories of the painful, humiliating way in which it had ended.

Okay, Tony was a serial philanderer who could not be trusted to remain faithful to any woman, but was I any better? Hadn't I amply demonstrated my own weakness where men were concerned, the most obvious evidence being the bulging belly that was now my most noticeable feature?

No, I was in no position to pass judgement, but that didn't mean I had to agree to his proposal and make the same mistakes all over again.

My conscious mind told me it was an outrage; there was no way I should even for a second contemplate falling back into Tony's arms, bed and influence.

But a woman in my advanced condition is driven by forces stronger than her conscious mind; emotions, hormones and a complete inability to forget how that condition had come about, conspire to defeat mere logic and produce questionable decisions.

During the day, there was no doubt in my mind. I would ignore both him and his suggestion. I was a married woman about to give birth to hr fourth child. I would not even see him again, let alone sleep with him.

During the night however, the forces of darkness and desire took over, bringing back more and more vivid memories of what being with Tony had been like, inside and outside bed. Our affair might have been misguided and ultimately doomed, but it had at the time, been the most daring and exciting period of my life.

And there really was no denying how incredible his cock had felt in my vagina. Short, and so thick it could almost be called deformed, it had stretched my oversized passage in ways no other cock had done before or, most significantly, since.

Okay, he had been my first lover in the decades since my marriage, but could novelty really account for the extraordinary physical compatibility we had enjoyed? Not even Adam's amazing body and technique had filled me like Tony had filled me.

Fortunately I had my children to distract me. Or at least two of them.

With parenthood approaching for my oldest son Josh and his girlfriend Samantha, there was plenty to talk to both of them about what parenthood was likely to be like. She and I seemed to have established a bond of impending motherhood beyond simply being her boyfriend's mother, which made me quite remarkably happy.

Long phone calls were the best we could manage given the distance they lived away, but there were enough of these to maintain the strong relationship we had established during our shopping trips.

Isobel of course needed equally long phone calls to bemoan the lack of contact between her and Tony's son Jack. With the University term only a matter of weeks old and with large distances between them, neither had been able to visit the other so far.

Under parental interrogation, Izzy confessed that there had been plenty of parties to distract her and that several good-looking boys had tried to get off with her but her love for Jack was so strong that she had resisted their advances easily.

I silently prayed that Jack's feelings were at least as strong and that his own defences were as impregnable. If he was in any way his father's son, Izzy was in for a big disappointment but to be fair to Jack, I had seen no evidence of a wandering eye.

What did concern me was the almost total absence of communication from my middle child, Tim. Always the quietest of our three kids, Tim had been very supportive to Izzy when her first great love affair broke down -- a direct result of her cheating -- but had said hardly a word to or about his mother's pregnancy or the imminent arrival of another sibling.

On the few occasions we had spoken on the phone, he was been sweet and polite, but I could tell there was something bothering him. I hoped getting together at Christmas would let me get closer to him again, despite there being a tiny baby around.

Pete was, as usual, being the strong, supportive husband I needed to offset the insecurities my pregnancy, our trip to Manchester, Pete's considerable success fucking Eve and above all, my encounter with Tony were producing.

The expressions of love and desire on his face when he looked at me could be nothing but genuine.

We were still making love almost daily, my need for physical reassurance now at least as great as my desire for sexual gratification. The size of my belly severely restricted the positions I could now manage; my orgasms were now even fewer and entirely cunnilingual but Pete's skills in that department ensured the pleasure was immense.

With over a month still to go before my due date, even Tony's proposal could be put on the back burner for a few weeks.

Or so I thought.

***

"You're still beautiful," Tony whispered, running his fingers along the line of my jaw.

I shivered as his deep, seductive eyes scanned my over-sized body. His fingers slipped the straps of my negligee from my shoulders, first the right, then the left. The diaphanous material slid smoothly and silently down my sides to lie in a crumpled circle around my ankles.

I stood before him in my unattractive maternity bra and large white knickers, my belly bulging so far forward I could barely see my toes.

"You prefer your women pregnant?" I asked with a wan smile.

"I'd have you any size or shape," he replied, gently stroking my bump with his fingertips. "I just wish that baby inside you was mine."

"That would have been nice," I whispered in return, raising my face towards his.

Our lips met; softly, lovingly, both knowing that passion would soon follow but in no hurry to get there.