Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 05

Steph looked great, long blonde hair, a very curvy body still (she worked out) and maturity had done a lot for her face, chiselling all the details until they were a work of art. Even though I'd gone to a lot of trouble to look good, I did feel like an old frump compared to her. Obviously, she or her husband made a lot of money because her suit had cost a bundle. Every male head turned when she'd walked into the hotel restaurant. My entry had caused barely a ripple.

Most of the meal was spent chatting about old times, the silly things we'd done, what other friends were doing, etc., etc. Steph had become a lawyer! Her husband was too. Actually, he was husband #2 and that's why she was now back in town. Seems her parents thought a lot better of her current choice, and as she'd always felt bad about the split, Steph had jumped at the opportunity to come home again.

She sat across from me, her eyes glowing and face a bit flushed from the glasses of wine we'd had with lunch. I felt a bit tipsy since I didn't drink much at all at that time. It was not good for the children to see their mom feeling the effects of alcohol!

"If my folks only knew what a sexual beast their darling daughter was married to now, they'd have a fit!" she laughed. "My first husband was a eunuch compared to Ken!" She looked across the table at me. "So how's your marriage bed?"

I'm afraid I blushed and even though I brusquely told her that thing were "just fine", I felt that Steph saw through the statement immediately.

"I'll bet your hubby adores that gorgeous clit of yours," she said, eyes boring into me. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Stephanie!" I hissed. "Not in the middle of a restaurant!"

"Aren't you proud of it? If I had one like yours, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops!" Stephanie knew from my expression that she'd overstepped her bounds badly, and her face softened. "I'm sorry. I can see that I've embarrassed you yet again." She reached across the table and took my hand. "Can you forgive me?"

Something inside me moved, then melted. The years drifted away and there was my teenage friend and we were sitting cross-legged on her bed, talking about boys and school, complaining about our parents and telling each other about what we wanted to be when we grew up.

Now, all these years later, she'd done so well, looked so good and I'd done...nothing. I was a frumpy housewife, overweight and unhappy.

"Want to tell me what's wrong, Val?" Steph asked gently.

It all tumbled out, everything I felt was wrong with my life, things I'd never even thought about before. It was as if a dam had burst and the force of my feelings surprised me. Anyone could see how desperately unhappy I was.

Steph sat there, saying very little in return. I went on for at least an hour. Somewhere along the way another couple glasses of wine appeared and I hardly noticed them going down.

"But do you still love Michael?" she asked somewhere in the middle of my rant.

My answer was quick and fierce. "Absolutely! He's the best thing that's happened to me...well, besides the children we've brought forth."

"Have you talked to him about the guilt?"

I was totally flummoxed by her question. "What guilt?"

Steph again took my hand. "Valerie, dear, I knew the moment I walked into the restaurant that something was wrong. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met and, well, look at you! You've let yourself totally go to seed. You're overweight, you dress like a woman 20 years your age and the way you were sitting there: curled in on yourself, no confidence. I thought that maybe your marriage was not a good one." She smiled encouragingly. "You haven't said anything much about sex, so that's got to be it. Am I right?"

I blushed furiously again, but Stephanie knew she was right. She could always see right through me. I nodded dumbly.

"You still feel guilty about it, don't you?"

"Guilty about what?" I asked nervously.

"Everything to do with sex, that's what! You always had problems with that. Girl, your parents did a damned good job on your head. It's time you broke out of it." She grinned. "I know that you have a healthy libido. Why are you still trying to deny it?"

Now that it was out in the open, I oddly felt better. I realized that I'd needed someone other than Mike to talk to about this, and here was that somebody dropped right into my lap.

So I told her. Told her about how I sometimes saw men and I'd think about what they'd be like in bed, how I thought about that while Mike was making love to me, how it made me feel dirty and disloyal.

"Val, that's normal! Everyone does that."

"Do you?"

"I certainly did with my first husband. He was pretty useless in bed, as it turned out."

"And Mike always wants me to use toys..."

"What kinds of toys?"

I leaned forward and looked around before I answered. "He bought this fake penis a few years ago and tried to talk me into using it."

"Did you?"

"Of course not! It's a perversion! Why would I use something like that when my husband is around?"

Steph gave me a piercing look. "What about when he isn't around? Don't you ever get an itch that needs scratching right away?"

"Yes, and if I do, I take a cold shower and get on with my life."

"Have you ever considered that might be one of the things that's making you so miserable? You're a sexual creature, Valerie, and yet you deny it. Don't forget, I have first-hand knowledge what you can be like when you get going."

"Stephanie, stop!" I said almost putting my hands to my ears to keep from hearing her. "That was wrong and you and I both know it. I won't EVER do something like that again!"

I knew that it would come up. It had been a huge mistake speaking so frankly with Stephanie. I got to my feet. I meant to say, "I have to be going, Steph. It's been really nice seeing you again," but what happened is that the whole room started spinning and I had to sit down again.

"Whoa, girl!" Stephanie laughed. "You don't drink much, do you? Did you drive here?"

I simply nodded my head, as a feeling of shame washed over me. I'd lost control today and I didn't like losing control.

"You're going to need to sober up a bit before you drive home. Why don't you come up to my suite? Ken's out on some business. You can have a bit of a lie down and then head home in a couple of hours."

"You have a suite?"

"Sure. What good do you think it is making a lawyer's salary if you don't spend a little of it?"

Getting to my feet, I still felt rather wobbly, but with great difficulty, I stood up straight and tried my hardest to walk out of the restaurant in a dignified manner. Steph stayed near me with her hand on my elbow.

It was a real suite, two bedrooms and a rather large living room. Stephanie and her husband must have been doing quite well indeed.

Another effect from the wine was that I now felt rather sleepy, so Steph showed me to the second bedroom. I remember hearing the door shut quietly as I lay down on the bed.

I woke up about two hours later. It was around 4:00 and I still had a half hour drive to get home. The kids both had after school sports things, so they wouldn't be home until around 6:00. Mike would show up a half hour later. I would have a good dinner on the table and no one would ever know that mom had gotten slightly drunk that afternoon!

As I opened the door, I heard a noise coming from the other bedroom, a bedroom-type noise, Stephanie moaning, to be precise.

I planned on just sneaking out and leaving her to whatever she was doing, but to do that, I'd have to pass by the room she was in. As I tiptoed past, I could see that the door was partially open. I couldn't help but to look in.

Stephanie was lying on her back and this big hulk of a man had his head between her legs. Her heels were up on his shoulders and she was thrusting her hips up at him.

"That's it, Kenny! Suck me good. Oh, nobody sucks my pussy like you do!"

I was transfixed. Even though I felt horribly guilty spying like that, I was also incredibly turned on. This was way better than those awful porn flicks Mike got me to watch a few times.

Steph's husband must have been doing a good job from the way Steph was thrashing around on the bed, moaning and urging him on with the most filthy talk. Just as I thought she was about to explode into an orgasm, he stopped.

She seemed to expect it, though. "That's it, Ken. Now I want that cock of yours. Stick it in me now!"

He spoke for the first time. "I'd like you to ride me, Steph."

Ken rolled over onto his back and it was a wonder that I didn't gasp out loud. His penis was enormous! I'd never seen anything like it. I couldn't help but compare it to Mike's. It must have been a good 10" and much fatter. Mike's is just 7". Could Stephanie actually fit something like that into her?

My friend flipped herself over onto her husband and lay down flat on top of him, his erection pinned between them. Then she did something that I found so erotic that I still can't think of it without getting wet. She started rubbing her slit up and down Ken's cock. I could see the trail of moisture everytime she slid up. I'd never seen anything so sexy. The whole time she was telling him how much she loved his cock, what it did to her, how it made her feel. I felt my face burning with arousal as I watched.

"If you keep doing that much longer, Babe, you're not going to get to feel it inside you!" he groaned.

Stephanie rose up and Ken's penis sprang straight up, all red and swollen. The word that came to my mind at that moment was "rampant". If ever a penis was rampant, Ken's was.

Steph lined up the shaft with her opening. The head of Ken's penis was huge, as big as a good-sized plum. She wiggled it around a bit, getting it wet, than pushed down. After a moment, the head and a couple of inches just popped inside and disappeared. Both of them groaned.

For the next couple of minutes, I watched more and more of Ken's penis slide into his wife. I wasn't sure, but I think she had at least two orgasms before it was all the way in.

I'd NEVER had an orgasm from just the feel of a cock inside me. If I were riding Mike like that, I wouldn't cum unless he was playing with my clit. I didn't let him do that too often, not unless I was really out of control and couldn't help myself.

Once Steph had fully engulfed that monster penis, the show really started. They must have made love for twenty minutes. It was a wonder that the hotel guests weren't complaining with the amount of noise they made!

My eyes, though were on that bull cock glistening with her juices as it disappeared and reappeared inexorably. Ken had his big hands on Steph's waist and as their lovemaking went on, he was lifting her higher and higher as well as slamming her down with increasing force. A few times the head popped out and Steph quickly reached between her legs to seat it again. It was a gorgeous sight!

I felt like a deer caught in someone's headlights, totally mesmerized by what I was seeing and unable to back away and leave the hotel suite. This was private and it was unbelievably inappropriate for me to be watching, but I just couldn't help myself.

Suddenly, Ken stopped Stephanie's movements and quickly flipped her over with his cock still firmly inside her. I had no idea it could get more intense, but now the REAL fucking started. Putting her legs over his shoulders, Ken began thrusting into his wife with the strength and speed of a jackhammer and I could see that magnificent rod as it worked its magic on the woman beneath. Steph was literally sobbing with pleasure as Ken made her cum in what seemed to be continuous waves. The hotter she got, the more graphic her words became, some of the most graphic I'd could imagine, but this seemed to turn me on even more.

As I watched, I could feel the growing wetness between my legs and it was literally starting to run down them. My whole pubic area throbbed and my clit was pushing hard against my sodden panties. I knew it would only take the lightest touch to unleash a huge orgasm, but I couldn't let that happen, not here, not now.

That was when Ken began to groan and thrust into Steph with even more force. "I'm going to cum in you, babe! Your tight pussy is going to make me cum!"

"Oh god, yes!" she moaned. "I'm ready to take everything you can give me. I want your seed. Shoot it in me! You know how I love that!"

Ken rammed into her one last time as far as he possible and I could see his testicles tighten and throb as he shot and shot his seed deep into her.

Suddenly, I wanted to feel that too. I wanted to be taken by a bull cock like that and experience what my friend had experienced.

They lay there for awhile as their breath slowed, then Stephanie rose up on her shoulders and looked straight across the room at me. "Did you like that, Val? Did that make you as hot as I think it did? Would you like to join us?"

I panicked. This was worse than anything I could have imagined! They'd known I was there all the time and part of their show had been for me. Shame washed over me as I ran out of the suite, and not waiting for the elevator in case one of them threw on a robe and followed me, I headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Once I was down in the lobby, I crossed as slowly as I could, but it was as near a run as anything. In the parking lot I DID run to the car and got in. Fortunately, it was on the opposite side of the hotel from Steph and Ken's room. I couldn't bear the thought of them watching me run away, knowing that they'd be killing themselves laughing.

The other thing was that my clit, as I thought back to what I'd seen, had begun throbbing again. I looked all around, but my car was far away from any sign of people, and to my everlasting shame, I pulled up my dress, and thrust several fingers of one hand into my pussy (that was the first time I'd ever called it that, but considering what I was doing, it felt appropriate) and started stroking my clit with the other. After only a few moments, I exploded with the strongest orgasm I'd had up until that time. It left my legs shaking and breath ragged and I hoped that no one had heard my scream of pleasure as release finally came.

"You are such a fool," I told myself over and over as I drove home. "I hope you're happy with the results of what happened this afternoon!"

Stephanie had left a message, apologizing for what they'd done, but I never called back. I just couldn't.

Something odd happened, though: hearing Steph's voice brought the whole erotic scene back and I could feel myself getting wet once again. Knowing that it was useless to ignore it, and feeling that I couldn't sink lower than I had that day, I vowed to purge the memory out of my system.

Going into the bedroom, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and lay down on the bed, legs wide apart and pulled back. Between my legs felt like a swamp, one with a big hill rising out of the middle: my clitoris. As I started running my fingers up and down, making the passion rise higher and higher, I remembered the dildo that Mike had bought and which I'd refused to use.

Going to his sock drawer, I rummaged around the back and found it. It wasn't as long nor as thick as what Ken sported between his legs, but it would have to do.

Once more on the bed, I lay back, spread my legs and worked the tip of the dildo up and down my slit until it was coated with my juices. Then with slow and steady pressure I pushed it inside of me and turned it on. The vibrations felt absolutely incredible. Within a moment, I was plunging it in and out with total abandon, trying to imagine what a cock like Ken's would feel like doing the same thing, what his hips would feel like as they crashed into mine shoving that massive penis all the way up into me, making me cum the way Stephanie had. If he'd walked into the bedroom while I was in that state, I would have let him take me and do whatever he wanted.

Using the dildo and my hand on my clit, I brought myself to three more, mind-bending orgasms, and probably would have continued if it weren't getting to be time for the kids and Michael to be home. I remember Michael commenting on how flushed I looked that evening. I told him that it must have been the two glasses of wine I'd had with lunch.

The next week, needing much more than that dinky dildo could give me, I worked up my nerve, drove to a nearby city, and surprised myself by actually being able to walk into a sex shop where I bought the largest dildo they had. This one had a huge head like Ken's, but was less long. It also had a suction cup on the end. It didn't take me long to figure out what that was for...

Once home, I fucked myself silly. The girl in the sex shop had suggested I buy some lubricant, and I was glad she did. The dildo was so wide that I didn't think at first that I'd get it in, no matter how wet I was. It wasn't until I began rotating it a bit that the head popped in, much as Ken's had done with Steph. I'm sure my eyes bugged out as I came. Determined to work it all in there, I kept up a gentle pressure with short out and in strokes until about half the 10" length was in. After that, I don't remember much other than having an almost continuous orgasm for the next hour.

It was nuts. That dildo would slip in and I'd just zone out on the bliss I was feeling. I didn't even think of turning on the vibrator function until the second time I used it (the very next day). That was also when I discovered just how fabulous that suction cup made my new blue friend. There was a place in our downstairs bathroom where I could mount it on the end of a dividing wall that was tiled and had room for my legs. I'd back onto the dildo and work it in and out as if someone were taking me doggy style, only I was the one that was moving. Those were the most wild orgasms of all. It was easy to imagine Ken kneeling between my legs.

I had to be careful, though, because one time Mike came hope early and almost found me. Wrenching myself off my dildo to shut the door, I left it mounted on the wall, buzzing away and wound up having to chuck it in the toilet, just as Mike opened the door to see if I was okay. If he found it odd to see his naked wife sitting on the downstairs toilet without a stitch of clothes in sight, he didn't say anything about it. I was more careful after that. It could have been anyone else that walked in.

All the time feeling I was doing myself in this wild fashion, I felt like a fallen woman and then would beat myself up about it afterwards. Once I'd satisfy myself, I would be fine for several days before the urge became unbearable again. This pattern went on for many months before I managed to get a grip on myself.

All through this troubled time, it felt like I was living two lives. In one, I was a normal wife and mother, doing the best she could for her family. In the other, I was this lust-crazed animal intent only on driving myself to the next orgasm. Try as I might, I couldn't get away from the memory of Ken pounding that glorious cock into his wife.

I just could not bring myself to tell Mike because I felt so ashamed of what I was doing. For several years I kept my secret about the existence of that enormous dildo, Steph and Ken, what I'd seen and what it had made me do. My sleep was disturbed. I couldn't eat. Still, I masturbated furiously every chance the urge got too much to bear.

Right at the time where the memory began fading and I felt some semblance of control returning, something happened that further forced me down the path I was struggling hard against going down.

Mike's buddy Robbie and his wife Fran came to visit us.

Actually, it wasn't much of a visit, just a long weekend, but something happened which caused repercussions that shook the foundations of my relationship with my husband.