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#2 - Alison & Chris
by Delores Swallows


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“Chris, are you awake?”

Chris turned to face his wife in their bed. “Yes, what’s up?”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Chris pulled himself up onto his pillow and turned on his bedside lamp. “What is it?”

Alison bit her lip, and then said, “I’ve done something that I shouldn’t have, and it’s been playing on my mind.”

“What have you done? Have you scraped the car in the Tesco car park?”

Alison shook her head. “I wish it was that simple. No, it’s a lot worse than that. I’ve done something behind your back – with somebody else.”

Chris sat up, now fully awake. “What? You cheated on me?”

“No, not cheated. But there was a small indiscretion.”

“When? What sort of indiscretion?”

Alison took a deep breath. “It was when I was on that conference a couple of weeks ago. I, er… I kissed somebody.”

“What? Who did you kiss?”

“It was somebody else who was at the conference.”

Chris took a few moments to steady his thoughts and hold his tongue. His first reaction was to rant and rage, but he knew that it would just make Alison clam up, and for some reason he needed to know the exact circumstances of the situation. “Okay, tell me how it all happened. Where were you at the time?”

“It was after the dinner on the last night. It was quite late, and most of the others had already headed off to bed. A few of us still had some of our drinks left, so we stayed chatting in the bar for another twenty minutes or so.”

“How many of you?”

“About five or six of us. It was the end of quite a challenging few days, and we all needed to just wind down. I’d drunk more than I should, and that probably had a lot to do with it.”

“So were the other people kissing each other as well?”

“No, it wasn’t in the bar. But as we made our way back towards our rooms, everyone started to go their separate ways until there was just the two of us. We both still had half a glass of wine, and we came to a couch in the corridor and decided to sit and finish our drinks.”

“Didn’t he try to get you back into his room?”

Alison shook her head. “No, that was never mentioned, and obviously I would not have gone to anyone’s room. I wasn’t THAT drunk.”

“So there was a couch, sitting in the middle of a corridor?”

“There were lots of little areas where guests could sit and read a paper and have a coffee, but this was about two in the morning and there was nobody else around. So we sat and chatted as we finished our drinks.”

“And then you kissed him!”

“It wasn’t just like that. We chatted for a long time, but yes, that’s when it happened.”

“And did you kiss him back?”

Alison looked into his face, and he wondered if she was going to deny it, but she slowly nodded. “Yes.”

“And were there tongues?”

“Does it matter?”

“I need to know.” Chris felt foolish for wanting to know such petty details, his stomach full of butterflies as he waited for her to answer.


“Who started the tongues, you or him?”

Alison shook her head and shrugged. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Was his tongue in your mouth, or was your tongue in his mouth?”

“I don’t know. Probably both.”

“How long did the kiss go on for?”

“Just a few minutes.”

“How many is just a few?”

“I don’t know exactly. Probably more than five, but less than ten.”

“And then what happened?”

“Erm… I may have come.”


“I came. I had an orgasm.”

“Wow, it must have been a hell of a kiss!”

Alison placed her hand on Chris’s arm and squeezed it. He could see the guilt in her eyes. “There may have been some touching,” she admitted.

Chris’s stomach clenched and icy jealousy seeped through him. But at the same time he needed to touch her, as if reclaiming his own prize possession from someone else. He gripped her hip gently. “We need to go back a little. What were you wearing?”

Alison showed confusion on her face. “What does that matter?”

“I just need to picture things in my head, that’s all.”

“God, let me think. I’m pretty sure it was my cream lacy top and grey skirt.”

“What shoes?”

“Cream sandals.”

“The ones with a stiletto heel and an ankle strap?”


“Stockings or tights?”

“Neither, just bare legs.

Chris nodded to himself as he pictured his wife in the familiar outfit. He particularly liked the shoes. “Okay, now, how were the two of you sitting on the couch? Did you lie down?”

Alison shook her head. “We sat side by side on the cushion, but with our bodies turned to face each other.”

“Sitting forward or resting against the back of the couch?”

“Sitting forward.”

“So your legs were facing towards him, with your feet on the floor?”

Alison’s hand had moved over onto his chest and she was stroking the hairs there. Chris's hand had worked its way up her side and around, massaging her back.

“Yes, my feet stayed on the floor.”

“You said there was touching; what did he touch you with?”

“What do you mean?”

“Whatever he touched you with made you come. Was it a hand, a tongue, a cock…?”

“Oh, sorry. It was a hand, nothing else.”

Chris sighed in relief. “So he pushed his hand up your skirt, and you just spread your legs for him?”

“It didn’t seem like that at the time. First my breasts were stroked, very gently through my blouse. Then I noticed that my knee was being stroked, and it was nice. Then it was inside my thigh. It was very gradual, but I suppose you’re right; as the hand moved up my legs I didn’t prevent it, and I knew where the hand was heading.”

 “Did he touch you through your clothes or skin on skin?”

Alison paused before answering, lowering her eyes from Chris’s gaze. “Both.”

Chris’s chest ached. He realised he’d been secretly hoping that it had been just the friction of his hand through her clothes that had brought on Alison’s orgasm. His hand glided over her stomach, and as it slid down further she parted her legs. Chris was surprised to discover she was wet, but even more surprised when he realised he was pleased with her wetness. His fingers slid along the slippery outer lips, but did not go inside her.

“How did he touch you?”

Alison let her own hand move down Chris’s body until it reached his groin, and her fingers stroked his balls. “Mostly just gently stroking me through the material of my knickers.”

“And you didn’t return the favour? Surely it would have been expected of you to stroke his cock through the material of his trousers?”

“I didn’t do anything except kiss and get stroked.”

“Were you still kissing as the stroking was going on?”


“Were your eyes open or closed?”

“A little of both.”

“You said it was mostly through the material of your knickers. When did that change?”

“The knickers were pulled aside towards the end, and then it was skin on skin.”

“Did he finger you?”


Chris pushed three fingers inside her with force, and she moaned.

“How many fingers did he put inside you?”

Alison was breathing heavily as Chris finger-fucked her. “I’m not sure. Two, I think, and the thumb rubbed my clit at the same time.”

“And that’s when you came?”


When Chris closed his eyes he could picture it all in his mind; the guy fingering his wife and her moaning, clutching on to his arm as she came.

Alison’s hand moved up and gripped Chris’s cock and only then did he realise how hard he was. She pushed his fingers out of her and climbed on top of him. She fed him inside her but stayed still for a few seconds, holding herself above him on straight arms. Her inner muscles tightened around him. She was soaking and he was rock hard. Finally she started to move on him, very gently grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone.

Chris looked at her face. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip as she slowly fucked him. He could tell that she was close to coming. They both were.

“I can’t believe he didn’t want to come as well. He must have tried to get you back to his room.”

Alison opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I was the only one that came. And Chris,” she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. “It wasn’t a he.”

Chris’s brow furrowed in puzzlement, and she moved faster as her orgasm finally peaked. “What?”

Alison was now coming and she struggled to say the words. “It wasn’t a guy that I kissed. It was a woman.”

The image in Chris’s head changed to two women kissing on the couch, and he saw Alison with her knees parted and the other woman’s hand busy between her thighs. Chris exploded inside her, crying out as he came harder than he could ever remember doing before.

Alison and Chris held each other close for a long time while regaining their breath. Chris finally went soft inside her, and he eased Alison onto the bed next to him.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know why I did it.”

Chris thought for a while. “Why did you tell me?”

“It’s been playing on my mind ever since it happened. I never wanted to cheat on you.”

“Was she good looking?”

Alison punched his arm. “Would you be asking the same question if it had been a guy?”

Chris nodded. “Of course I would.”

Alison smiled and kissed his chest. “Yes, she was good looking. She had dark hair, dark eyes and a lovely figure.”

Chris thought about it for a while. “Maybe you could invite her round…”

Alison punched him in the ribs, much harder than her first play-punch. “No I could not.”

Chris smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Were you not tempted to touch her?”

Alison shook her head. “No. But I really don’t think she wanted me to.”


Alison laid her head on his chest. “I know. Now, let me get some sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep properly since it happened.”

© 2014 Delores Swallows.†All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Bio: Pervert hoping to one day publish the ramblings from his dirty mind.


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