Chapter 16

Stan and I met on several occasions and after the first few times my conscious didn’t bother me anymore. It was official I was now leading a double life and feeling like a desirable woman again. Although I did my best to act like nothing was going on, I knew that Latavia was suspicious of me. She would question me at times but I never told, this was between me and Stan. This was what I chose to do and although we shared a special bond, Herbert was still her father. I would have rather spend nights and days like this with my husband but it was obvious that what ever we had was gone and now that I was wrapped up in this there was no going back!

Stan was a wonderful man and there was not much that I expected from him I made it up in my mind long before we slept together that if there were no expectations then there would be no disappointments. There was only so far we could go or would go neither one of us really wanted out of our marriage. So we turned to each other for what we were missing at home. His wife had turned away from him as Herbert had done with me and though we were confused as to the reasons why we accepted it. We agreed never to speak about the other persons partner, our time together was focused on us be it thirty minutes or an hour we got lost in our own freaky world. That man did things to me that I had long forgotten. He made my pussy sing and I made his dick stand at attention! We looked forward to the weeks to come when we could be together again and so that no one became suspicious we started spacing our meetings out.

I sat home that day and was startled when Herbert came into the kitchen, he had fire in his eyes and I could only guess why he was furious. I looked at him not knowing if I should ask him what was wrong and just when I decided to he threw down an envelope and order me to open it!

I did it now wondering what was it all about and I was in shock when I reached in and pulled out a hand full of receipts with the name of the hotel where Stan and I met. My mouth suddenly went dry and as I tried my best to keep my composure I failed.

“What are those?” he asked.

“They look like receipts.” I answered.

“Why is it that I had to learn from Sister Irma that my wife is going into hotels in the middle of the day?” He fumed.

“There are days that I just need to get away and go think Herbert! I am trying to figure out a way to get our marriage back on track.” I lied.

“So you go off to a hotel Denise?” he asked.

“Yes I do Herbert, look around here. Everything in this house is from your past. There’s no part of me in here. This is you and your dead wife’s memories not mine, no our memories.” I managed to get out.

“But do you have any idea how this looks? Do you even care Denise?” he asked.

“Do you care Herbert? And as for Sister Irma she needs to get a life! Maybe sometimes she should try sending you home early to be with your wife instead of bringing you receipts and trying to plant doubts in your mind about me!” Denise argued.

“Can you just think at home from now on Denise?” he pleaded.

“I will think where ever I choose to think Herbert!” She screamed as she stormed out of the kitchen.

Once in their room she was relieved that it was only receipts in the envelope, she wondered just how Irma got her hands on those receipts. Why would she give those to Herbert? Denise now puzzled because each time they paid with cash so there would be no record of their meetings. Someone, some where knew that she and Stan was seeing each other but whom? As she lay across the bed she pondered her thoughts. She thought hard and long but came up with nothing. They would just have to go farther out to get a room because the last thing either of them wanted was to be busted.

Once she heard the door slam she knew that Herbert was gone and that she could continue day dreaming about what was to come, if there was a next time. I decided to call Stan later that evening and to my surprise he was already informed of the receipts after being confronted by his wife! My mouth fell open now puzzled by this revelation, who was this that was sending this information and why? We made plans to meet the next day and hopefully make some sense of what was going on. He assured me that his wife believed the story that he told her but I was now uncomfortable with everything. I knew that out there someone somehow knew of our escapades and they were out to destroy us both! I hung up the phone with Stan and tried my best to make the connection between Irma and the people she knew there was a missing link in all of this and I needed to find out exactly who it was.

I tried calling Latavia again but like before she didn’t answer my calls. I wondered if she was with that Caramel woman, the girl was going to get hurt and I knew it but as always sometimes you have to allow people to make their own mistakes. I tried to occupy myself as I flipped the channels looking for something interesting to watch but as always with basic cable my choices were limited. I went outside to the garage after remembering some of the porn DVD that were inside the trunk of my car and knowing that Herbert would be gone for a while I decided to take them upstairs to the guest room. I placed it inside the DVD player closed and locked the door even though the guest room was once the attic I could not chance being caught in the act. I made myself comfortable on the bed as I slowly began to get aroused. I found myself stroking my breast and then sucking on them. Tonight I needed Stan to fuck me like he had so many times before until I was satisfied. I could never get enough of his long massive dick and each time he made my pussy feel alive in a new and different way!

I remembered that inside the bag was my little vibrator that I finally got the nerves to go buy. This vibrator was so lethal that many times I had to catch myself and remember where I was. I gently placed it on my clit as I spread my legs open. I placed a finger inside of my hole and found a river flowing. I watched as the man in the video slowly licked the woman’s clit like Stan had done to me so many times before giving me a royal fucking. I closed my eyes on occasion and imagined that it was Stan and I in the act doing what we did best. I trembled as my legs opened wider and I began to place the vibrator at the opening of my pussy, I was on fire. I was turned on at the woman who was now being penetration by the twelve inch dick. She was screaming and moaning and erotically it turned me on. He was talking shit to her while fucking her which made my pussy throb even more. I had the volume turned down low as I tried my best to listen out for anyone who might decide to come but the more I was turned on the faster I said fuck it! I am going to get mine and if Stan can’t be here to give it to me then this vibrator will do just fine.

I found myself moving and squirming on the bed, as he fucked her hard I moved the vibrator faster and faster on my clit. I knew that I was going to explode faster than I wanted to but I was going to make sure it was the Big one! I was moaning and groaning and full of anticipation, I even felt somewhat liberated and all because this was the very first time that I decided to please myself while living in this house. I hoped that his dead wife was watching too!

I must have cum five times back to back by the time I was finished and as soon as I felt I had got them all out I went downstairs to take a shower, after turning the DVD player off. At that moment I wasn’t worried about anyone finding it because it was the guest room and was very seldom used.