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  looking down at his hand, pressing her chest forward. He stops feeling her and hooks a finger into her neckline and pulls it open, looking down her front. “Your nipples are different too….”

  “Uh huh. Carmen’s are more pink,” Anny says, looking down her front too. Phil undoes her two buttons. He shifts her nightie from her shoulders and it falls to reveal her breasts. She watches dazed as he feels them, teasing her nipples erect. She giggles and presses an arm across her boobs. She pokes Phil’s chest with a finger. “I have to go now. This isn’t an accident anymore, bad boy!”

  She squirms from the guy and waves awkwardly from his door. The number on his stair rail is 5. She wanders across a row and finds her number 5 and sneaks in to peep at her husband still sleeping. It’s definitely him. She finds panties and pulls them on. Phil’s cum has dribbled down to her ankle. She cuddles up in the bed cover and feels down her front into the heat and wetness there, smiling to herself at thought of what just happened and still drunk enough to refuse to think about the consequences right now.

  5

  Jake’s skull is pounding. He opens his eyes to his buddy shaking his head at him again. Marty got drunk too but only a little, and he stopped drinking early and let it ware off before he went to sleep. Jake looks back over his seat at his wife. She’s cuddled against the door with her legs bent up and tucked to one side. He has to wake her when they arrive home.

  “Thanks, man. See you at work tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, Marty,” Anny says. “I’ll cook you dinner one night this week, okay?”

  “Sure! When?’

  Anny giggles. “Make it Thursday.”

  Jake carries their bags. Anny holds the door for him. “Oh, I’m sick,” she grumbles.

  “Me too. Let’s sleep and get takeaway tonight.”

  “Yeah, but I can’t think about eating…. I need a long hot bath and save me a spot in bed.”

  Jake goes first and has a quick shower. Any spends an hour in her bath. That evening she gets up to have a couple of slices of the pizza Jake has ordered then goes back to bed. In the morning, he finds his lunch box prepared and on the counter. Anny breezes past and kisses him goodbye on her way out the door jogging.

  Everyone’s a bit slow at work, still hung over from the weekend. Jake has recovered pretty well. He can’t stop thinking about Anny letting the guy look at her boobs when they were at the river. He’s been replaying the massage over and over in his mind for weeks, and now he has another incredibly exciting image to go with it. He still can’t comprehend what he likes about other guys looking at and touching his wife like that. It’s as if it’s not even about them. Somehow there’s this intense sensation created by seeing Anny like that. It’s about her – about seeing her being incredibly sexy. The guy watching or touching her can be faceless.

  “Faceless!” he says aloud. He’s walking home from work and the idea strikes him. “Masked is what we need to be.” He’s thinking of how he can show Anny being massaged using a film clip and one of the web sites for uploading stuff like that. The idea hits him that he could get them both masks and slowly massage and undress her using the digital camera they got from his parents for Christmas last year. It’s high resolution – takes excellent film clips. He has a tripod to mount it.

  He skips past home and along to the mall. There’s a 2 dollar bargain shop that has a section for novelty dress-up. He finds black and white plastic masks and buys two of each, half and full face. He’s excited now. He can’t wait to tell Anny his idea. She’s in the bedroom when he gets home. She frowns when he smiles from the doorway with the shopping bag behind his back.

  “What is it, Anny?”

  “Cramps. Really bad.”

  “Oh no. Can I get you something?”

  “Just a cuddle?”

  Jake sneaks the shopping bag behind a chair as he goes to his wife. He lies beside her. She cuddles up. “Is it just that time of the month?” he asks, stroking her hair.

  She nods. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

  Jake’s sexy time ideas are on hold. Anny gets it bad some months. She mopes around all week, even worse than usual. Jake does what he can, asking after her and doing some of her jobs around the apartment. He’s never sure about how it works exactly with her periods, so he waits patiently for over a week before trying to lead a conversation toward sexy again.

  “That was fun at the river that day, wasn’t it, Anny?” He kisses her head upon his chest. They’re watching TV. She’s cuddled up beside him on the lounge.

  “Yeah it was fun,” she says softly.

  He waits for more but she doesn’t add to that.

  “Do you still think about that stuff?”

  She nods. “Yeah….”

  “A lot or a little bit?”

  “A lot….”

  “Me too…. I just remember back to that dare game when you picked the massage. I’d never even thought about anything like this before.”

  “Me either,” Anny says, peering up, her eyes brighter than they’ve been since the concert. “She looks back down and fiddles with Jake’s shirt. “I need to tell you something,” she says, peering up again.

  Jake’s chest tightens with instant concern.

  Anny sits up, crossing her legs and facing him.

  “What, Anny? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Jake. Everything’s fine. Just listen to me…. I have to tell you something that happened, but first I want you to know that I’ve thought a lot about it, and I know I did nothing wrong – that it was a perfectly honest accident, not even a mistake.”

  “What was?” Jake’s chest is even tighter.

  “No! That bit first…. I did nothing wrong. It was an innocent accident that could have happened to anybody…. Okay?”

  “Okay…. I’ve got that…. An innocent accident. You’re not to blame.”

  “And I also want to say before I tell you, that it was actually nice and that although I wish it never happened, I don’t completely regret it – not completely!”

  Jake nods. “Okay. It wasn’t terrible. You wish it didn’t happen but it wasn’t all bad. I’ve got that. Now tell me what happened, Anny? Enough with the riddles.”

  “Hmm….” She grimaces. “Alright, I think straight-up is probably best…. After the concert I was so drunk I couldn’t walk straight. You were asleep. I went to the toilet and came back to the wrong cabin. I got into bed with a guy and…. Well basically stroked him hard and put him inside me. And then he – well you can imagine…. And that’s the straight-up facts.”

  Jakes chest is twisted and aching now. “What guy?”

  “See, I knew that’s the first thing you’d say, Jake. What about ‘sorry for getting you so drunk, Anny’? What about saying THAT first?”

  That makes sense. Jake did deliberately get his wife drunk that night. His gut turns now. His chin quivers. “Did the guy hurt you, Anny?”

  Tears drip from her cheeks. “No! I said it was nice. I told you that first, Jake. Listen to me…. No one hurt me. No one’s to blame. It was an innocent accident. The guy thought I was his girlfriend. He freaked out when he realized.”

  That sooths Jake a little. “He freaked out?”

  “Yeah! He’d had a fight with his girlfriend and thought I was her crawling back into bed with him. He was way drunk too. It was a total accident, Jake. Those frigging cabins all look the same and I was wasted. It was just unlucky it wasn’t another couple or a girl in the bed. It looked like you lying there, and I was facing away so I never saw him until after.”

  Jake huffs a breath, the picture in his mind taking on more detail. He wipes a tear from Anny’s cheek. She does a tiny smile but is still frowning.

  “Does it really even matter who he was, Jake?”

  “I don’t know…. I shouldn’t have gotten you drunk, Anny. I’m sorry.”

  “No, I didn’t mean that, Jake. I’m a big girl. I knew what I was doing.”

  “You shouldn’t have been walking around drunk to go to the toilet. I should have been with you.”

  Their fingers are intertwined. Anny squeezes his hands. “It was just an accident. No one’s to blame…. I’ve been thinking about it all week. No one is to blame. Not me, not the guy, and definitely not you.”

  “Okay, so you wandered into his cabin, got into bed with him…?”

  “Yes – with my back to him. Then he rolled over and cuddled up a little bit but he was still asleep.”

  “And then you stroked him?”

  Anny nods. “He was already hard, like you always are when you’re asleep. I was thinking about what we did at the river that day and I was all horny and that. Then I reached back and felt for him. And I put him in and he started fucking me.”

  Jake experiences a tingle of excitement that lifts his cock slightly. “And did you um…? You said you don’t completely regret it. You said it was actually nice.”

  “Yeah but I didn’t cum, Jake…. Yes it was nice. It was exciting when I calmed down after…. I freaked out at first too, but there was still something really exciting about it – like with the other stuff we’ve been doing.”

  “Yeah I get that, Anny. I don’t blame you for feeling excited about it…. I don’t blame you for any of it, but certainly not for feeling excited about it…. I do too a little bit.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah – to be honest…. Just so you know not to feel guilty about it at all.”

  She smiles. “That’s a good answer, Jake.” She looks down fiddling with their fingers for a moment then peers up. “That answer is why I married you, you know?”

  “Oh really? I was wondering.”

  She giggles. “No – seriously. I love how honest you are. It took me a week to work out how to honestly feel about this and you got there in five minutes.”

  “Huh! I should have said sorry for getting you that drunk first.”

  “Nah…. Perfect would be boring. Five minutes is better.”

  Jake leans forward and kisses his wife softly. “Come to bed?”

  In bed, Jake moves on top of Anny. She guides him in and they make love kissing and not talking at all. He holds her after. She’s asleep upon his chest. The picture in mind of some other guy fucking her from behind is exhilarating and freaky. He lies awake most of the night battling with it.

  6

  Sex remains quiet and subdued over the next few weeks. Jake understands it’s him, although he wonders what Anny is feeling too. It’s just hard to start a discussion because of his inability to get any kind of grip on the damned pictures attacking him every time he stops concentrating on something else. He’s inside of Anny right now and wondering how deep the other guy was, and the image of Anny’s pussy lips spread around a stranger’s cock has him confusedly anxious and super hard at the same time. He wants to know more about the other guy but he also doesn’t want to. He imagines it was a total stranger who he never even saw at the camp grounds. The guys at work obviously know nothing about it. None of them have looked at him weird or tried to tease him or anything. If any of them knew his wife got nailed while he was drunk they’d surely be onto him about it.

  Anny is modelling clothing choices for a shopping and cinema trip into the city one Saturday morning. Jake is lying across the bed watching in her mirror. She turns holding up two tops, a red blouse and a light coloured thing with lacy trim around the neck and sleeves. Jake points to the red one. She turns back to the mirror checking it again. She has on black pants – tight and kind of sexy, but all the way down to her ankles. She puts on the blouse and buttons it up, turning one way and the other and plucking at it.

  Jake takes a breath. “What about a skirt instead, Anny? A short one.”

  She meets his eyes in the mirror but doesn’t say anything.

  “I miss your short skirts this past couple of weeks,” he tells her.

  She frowns. “Why?”

  It’s a huge question, and a good one. “I’m not sure exactly why yet. I just know I miss you dressing really sexy…. I mean, I know you ARE sexy, but you’re dressing differently now.”

  She sits on the edge of the bed. “Yes I’ve been dressing differently on purpose, Jake, and you know why.”

  “I know but I didn’t want to stop doing stuff.”

  She looks down, fiddling with the fabric of her pants. She looks back up. “So how do you feel about what happened exactly? I don’t know how you feel or how I should feel either.”

  “Well I just don’t get why it is so exciting for me to think about it, Anny. It feels wrong that it makes me go so frigging hard when we’re doing it.”

  Anny’s face flushes, her eyes widening. “Seriously? You get a hard-on thinking about it?”

  Jake huffs and flings an arm over his eyes. Anny lies and cuddles close. She’s fiddling with his shirt now. He keeps his face hidden.

  “Jake, I thought you were totally the opposite to that. I thought you were all quiet because you hated thinking about it.”

  “I hate that I can’t stop thinking about it, but I don’t hate the pictures in my head. They’re frigging amazing.”

  Anny crawls up and straddles him. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah! There’s this picture of a frigging dick going in and out of you and I’ve got this raging boner! What the hell, Anny?”

  She giggles. “Wow! That’s hot!”

  “Hot?” Jake meets her eyes. They’re dancing with glee. “How is that hot? It sounds like it should be – I don’t know – gay or something!”

  “Gay? Bullshit, Jake. That’s got nothing to do with being gay. Do you want a massage from Sven or Mystique?”

  “Mystique.”

  She shrugs, hands turned up. “See! You’re not gay…. Wait a minute. You want a massage from Mystique? That could be fun. How many out of 10?”

  Jake chuckles. “Can I have 7?”

  Anny glares. “Horn dog! You totally want Mystique to give you a hand job.”

  Jake thinks about that. His wife pokes his sides, grabbing and tickling. He wriggles and bucks but gets hold of her wrists and has her under control.

  “I think I need to know who the guy was, Anny. Did we see him around or anything?”

  Anny blushes. “I was wondering when we were going to get back to this.” She takes to fiddling with his shirt again for a moment. “Remember it was absolutely not the guy’s fault, Jake. He was really drunk and asleep in his own cabin. He had no idea I was about to get into his bed.”

  “I know, Anny. I get that.”

  She nods. “Okay….” She takes a big breath and expels. “It was Phil.”

  Jakes belly does a flip flop, his chest tingling, the heat from that flushing his face but the sensation a mixture of excitement and relief. “Phil?”

  “Yep. He and Carmen had a fight and she was with Olivia. He thought I was her crawling back.”

  “Phil..! Geez that’s um….”

  “That’s what, Jake?”

  “I don’t know. It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

  “Really? How so?”

  “Well I was picturing some huge muscle guy or something.”

  Anny laughs. “Seriously? A muscle guy?”

  “Yeah and Phil’s gone. That’s way better than if he was still here or if it had have been frigging Dave or someone.”

  “Oh that’s so sweet,” Anny coos. “My husband doesn’t want a big muscle guy to get me.”

  “Damn straight I don’t.”

  “But what about Sven?”

  “Except him. He’s okay…. Just not one of those pumped up beach guys or anything.”

  “Hmm – so is that better now that you know it was only Phil?”

  Jake nods, thinking about that. “He mustn’t have said anything. I don’t think any of the other guys know.”

  “He’s definitely not going to say anything. He doesn’t want Carmen to find out. I don’t think she’d take it very well.”

  Jake huffs another sigh of relief. “Phil, huh? That’s not so bad…. But um – you said you didn’t cum or anything, Anny – did he?”

  Jake’s cock lifts a little. Anny looks down at where she’s sitting with it against her bottom. Her eyes widen again. “You dirty dog!” she cries. “Yes he certainly did cum in me!”

  “Aw shit – see, why does that give me a frigging boner?”

  Anny’s giggling now. She squirms back on it. “Wow that’s a full-on stiffie!” She shuffles back and bends to it, freeing it from his shorts and taking it into her mouth. Jake has fingers in her curls. Her head bobs, her hand around the base of his shaft. She takes him all the way until he cums in her mouth, her eyes upon his at that point. He reaches back for the tissue box. She takes one and spits into it, wiping her mouth and spitting some more.

  She crawls back up beside him. “He came inside me twice, Jake. We were both out of it, and after he came really deep, he just kept slow fucking me for a while. I had a pillow over my face because his breath was like pure alcohol. Then after he came a second time, he tried to kiss me and we realized….”

  “He came really deep, huh?”

  Anny rolls her eyes. “Yes, Jake…. Maybe a tiny bit deeper.”

  “Oh. That bit’s not so good.”

  “Oh stop it. Silly! That means nothing…. It’s just as well I’m on the pill is all. I don’t want my first baby to have a long pointy nose like Phil’s. No thanks.” Anny lifts to whisper while still squeezing Jake’s cock, “And he could have easily gotten me pregnant with all that cum he filled me up with. I think there was a lot of it – judging by the way it was dripping out of me and running down my leg…. In case you want another picture to think about.”

  7

  Anny wears a short skirt for their train trip to the city, her red blouse open enough to show the black lacy trim of her bra. Guys are checking her out as usual – sitting in the train with her feet up on the opposite seat, walking around with the breeze toying her skirt up and nearly flashing her panties, from behind on stairs and escalators and from above looking down her top as well, whenever she leans forward or bends over at all – Jake is alert to and aware of every glance his wife attracts all day.

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