Kat gasped, “Andy, I never fucked anyone. I accept that emotionally I did, until you opened my conscience enough to make me listen to what it was saying. If it would help, I’d take a lie detector test though normally you see through my lies. I’ve only lied to you over little things like birthday surprises and presents.
“Your anger and you have every right to be angry at me, is blinding you to the truth. When it settles, I hope you realise that I am telling you the truth. I’m just as angry at myself if not more so. I’m 100% responsible for the pain we are both in.
“I’m going to shower, you are welcome to join me if you wish. If you want me to masturbate for you again, just ask. I know you’ve always wanted me to do that. Your breath on my pussy turned me on so much, I had to. I hope, one day soon, you will want to taste it again. I certainly look forward to your tongue on my bare pussy. Be aware you may drown.”
Kat went off to shower. I thought about what she said. She was right, I could often tell when she was lying. It was always around birthdays and christmas. She’d never lied about anything important. She was in the main bathroom so I went to the ensuite.
After I’d shaved and showered, I went back into the living room. Kat had put the bed away so we had a settee again. I went into the kitchen and found her there, still nude.
She smiled at my face which was bewildered to say the least. “Andy, I told you I’d try everything to keep us together. If we’re not going out, I don’t see the need to dress. I’ll get on with tidying the flat.”
Normally, Kat’s very organised, methodical but today she wasn’t. She always seemed to be close to where I was. I was treated to the sight of her beautiful breasts leaning towards me as she lifted papers to dust the table. She must have been aware that when she was kneeling on the floor, wiping a duster along the skirting board, her pussy and rosebud were openly on display. I could have sworn her pussy blew me several kisses.
I sat at the computer looking through the fans forum for my team which is in a fight to avoid relegation. There were in as much danger as my marriage. Kat came across and cleaned the monitor and asked for the keyboard. Her breasts were against my arm as she cleaned it and the mouse. As she turned, I almost took her nipple into my mouth. My cock was convinced she was telling the truth and wanted to fuck her to death. From experience I knew he would die first.
After she had finished, she made us a cup of tea. She sat back on the settee with her iPad, her legs in some yoga pose which showed her lovely pussy lips. She seemed oblivious to her exposure. This wasn’t the Kat I knew.
The afternoon went quietly, each of us confronting our thoughts. Had it not been for the previous day’s bombshell, I would have been happy, very happy. I would have loved Kat being nude in the flat and she would have been well fucked by now. In fact, it would probably be me that needed a rest.
It was late afternoon, when my team lost yet another stupid goal, Kat asked, “Do you want to go out for a meal, a takeaway or something here?”
I answered, “probably something here.” As I said it my mind went, “for fuck’s sake, you’ve always wanted her to answer the takeaway delivery nude. She’d do it today!”
We ate in almost total silence. The evening as well. We watched some television and Kat had a couple of glasses of wine and I a couple of bottles of beer. An almost normal Saturday evening, except she was naked and we weren’t talking.
Sunday was almost a repetition. As she had done the cleaning, she decided to go for a walk. She asked me to come with her so I would see she wasn’t meeting anyone. As she only put her coat on, I went with her. Her naked under her coat was a longstanding fantasy for me. My cock was all for fucking her in the park but my brain still wasn’t for anything like that. She kept up a chat about things we came across. It showed how nervous she was. Her coat only came to mid-thigh.
Again, she went to the sofa bed and slept nude.
We headed off to our respective work. My office was across the street from a solicitor’s office. A friend from school was a junior solicitor there. As I still hadn’t a clue what I was going to do, I called him and asked to speak. I went over during my lunch break.
Phil gave me my options and suggested counselling. He said if Kat tried to delay any divorce, she would ask for that. In his opinion, it would be the best option. It would help resolve my impasse one way or another. Kat had made her intentions clear.
If I couldn’t live with what she had done, forgive and move on, it would become clear. If my love for her and hers for me could overcome my devastation, her guilt, the therapist could help rebuild a new, better relationship. The present situation couldn’t go on for long as neither of us were happy. The longer it went without a resolution, the more likely the marriage would fail.
I had a lot to think about when I headed back to my office.
Kat was late home. She looked very troubled. “Can we talk when we have eaten,” she asked quietly. I nodded.
Kat smiled sadly and headed off to change out of her working clothes as she normally did. She didn’t come back naked. She was wearing a pink satin quarter cup bra which displayed her breasts, long nipples and areolas well. She had a matching suspender belt with nude, seamed stockings, set off by three-inch heels. Her legs and bum looked amazing in them. The satin bikini pantie looked like it had been sprayed on her pussy.
She set about making the evening meal. I can’t remember ever watching her so closely. Every movement seemed designed to show her off to perfection. As she leaned over to put the food into the oven, I saw her breath-taking bum, being lightly caressed by the pantie. It looked wet in the crotch. She must have known I could see the outline of her pussy lips.
As we ate, I was mesmerised by her nipples. I couldn’t keep my eyes on her face. She was smiling at my lost focus.
As we had tidied up, we almost touched. My cock was trying to attract her attention. We sat across from each other at the table.
She was nervous, “Andy, I love you and wish I’d never built that stupid fucking fantasy. I cannot undo the hurt I have caused. I’m so sorry.
“I was late home for two reasons. You may remember Wendy from my office. Wendy and I have always been supportive of each other. She’d seen me in the morning and knew I wasn’t myself.
“To be clear, she’s not one of the night out girls. She’d warned me about them. Wendy saw you coming out of Phil’s office. From your look, she thought something was very wrong.
“She came to me and when she told me, I started crying. I knew you had made your decision. I’d hoped when you calmed down, we would be able to speak, work through this and remain together.
“She took me to a secluded room we use for interviews and she had me tell her everything which had happened.
“She asked why I had gone out with those girls? I didn’t know other than they had more sexual confidence than I had. The more I told her how our lives were, Wendy felt she understood some of what I had been thinking. She believed one reason was that because I was so comfortable with you, I had forgotten to court you, to surprise you. I didn’t instigate sex because I knew you would. I didn’t experiment because I had failed in the past. Remember my botched effort at a striptease. I was so embarrassed I never tried again. I did think about it but I couldn’t face failing again. Blowjobs were the same. I couldn’t get your cock in my mouth, despite wanting to.