I slept for a few hours before my alarm went off. I had decided how I would confront Vicky about what had happened last night, but I had to do it before she cleaned everything up. A quick look at the cameras at Nick’s house showed that Vicky was still sleeping naked on top of the wrecked bed.
I quickly got ready and headed out. First stop was the local coffee shop for two coffees and an assortment of pastries. 15 minutes later, leaving the coffee shop, I called Vicky. The phone rang for quite a while before I heard a sleepy voice answer.
“Hello?”
“I’m so sorry about abandoning you last night. I’m going to make it up to you. I have coffee and some goodies. Be there in five minutes, and you can fill me in on what I missed last night.”
I hung up before Vicky could reply. Five minutes later, I was ringing her doorbell. I stood there waiting for a bit. I wondered if she would actually answer the door when I heard the locks being turned, and the door opened partway.
In the sliver of the doorway that was opened, I saw Vicky. She was dressed in just a silk robe. She had attempted to wash her face, but I could still see dried cum on her face, in her hair, and on her chest. While Vicky looked tired, there was a glow to her and the satisfied smile of someone who had been well fucked.
“I got your favorites. Vanilla latte with oat milk and a croissant.”
Vicky smiled and opened the door wider, allowing me to enter. We walked into the kitchen together, and I handed her the coffee and croissant.
“I’m so sorry about abandoning you last night. I hope that Ric took good care of you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. Ric took wonderful care of me last night.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. It must have been a late night. I saw his car parked out front when I got home at three this morning.”
I lied about the time I got home, but it was worth it to see Vicky blush. She just sipped her coffee and stayed silent.
“Then, when I talked to Ric this morning, he said that he didn’t leave until almost 6 am.”
Vicky’s face went pale, and I saw her starting to panic.
“Laura, please, I beg you, please don’t tell Nick!”
Part of me wanted to laugh. Vicky wasn’t even going to try to lie to me. Make up some excuse about Ric sleeping on the couch. She was moving right along to begging for my silence. This was going to be fun.
“Why would I tell him about what happened between his loving wife and a man she just met. You were both consenting adults, and Nick hadn’t touched you in over a month. I would have been looking for it somewhere else, too.”
“Oh, Laura. I shouldn’t have done it, though. I’ve never cheated on Nick before.”
“Vicky, you are a woman with needs. When the needs aren’t being met at home, you find somewhere that will. I say good for you.”
This wasn't the reaction Vicky had been expecting, and she wasn’t sure what to say to me, so I continued.
“But you’ve been holding out on me, bestie. You act like the good little wife that has never had an impure thought in her life, but Ric said it was all an act. Ric is a very accomplished lover, and he said you did things with him he had never experienced before.”
Vicky blushed and hung her head. Then began speaking in a low voice.
“This pure, innocent act all began when I met Nick. Before that, in college, I was one of the biggest sluts in school. I was the favorite toy of Greek row. I spent every weekend at a Faternity or Sorority house. I would make my way from room to room, sleeping with whoever wanted to. Normally, it was just with one person, but sometimes a roommate would join in.”
Vicky took a sip of her coffee before continuing.
“It was during my third year that we started making videos of my adventures and posting them on the internet. One of my usual frat hook-ups was a film studies major. He would do all the filming and editing. He even starred in a few of them with me. There were videos with guys, girls, singles, and groups. We even filmed a few gang bangs.”
“I loved it. We had an open call for auditions for my co-stars. I would try them out. If they impressed me, then they made it into a movie. At any moment, there was a line of people who wanted to fuck me. Both men and women.”
“It was during my last year that Vivid contacted me. They had seen my videos and wanted to sign me. The deal was all set. I was going to be their next big star. They were even going to pay for a boob job. I was on my way to sign my contract when I met Nick at a coffee shop.”
Vicky was lost in thought for a bit before she continued.
“Nick was such a sweet guy. He was interested in knowing me, not just fucking me. I kept putting off my contract signing as I got to know Nick better. He seemed like such a nice, normal guy that I hid my past from him. I acted like I was a sweet, innocent small-town girl. I never claimed to be a virgin, how could I? But I never showed how experienced I was. Our relationship progressed fast, and less than six months in, Nick proposed. I said yes and told Vivid I was out. I did my best to repress all my slutty urges and channel that energy into being the perfect wife.”
“It was easy to do, really. Nick was a good lover. The sex was basic, there was a lot of it, and it kept me satisfied. But then in the last month, Nick stopped touching me, and those urges began to surface.”
“Then you introduced Ricardo to me. God. He was exactly the type of guy I would spend the entire weekend fucking in college. As soon as you left, he started getting frisky with me on the dance floor. His hands were all over my ass and tits. Then, back at the table, I felt his hand on my thigh. I should have told him no, but instead I spread my legs for him. He fingered me to an orgasm right there at the table. Laura, I haven’t cummed that hard in years. With that one orgasm, all my slutty urges came out.”
“Everything was a blur after that. I remember his fingers in my pussy on the drive home. I don’t know how many orgasms I had on that drive. We both barely made it in the house before we were naked. I took him to my marital bed and relived every nasty thing I had ever done—everything I had missed in my marriage with Nick. I was sad he had to leave this morning. If he hadn’t, I would be fucking him right now.”
I watched Vicky as she told her story. I could see that the longer she spoke, the more aroused she became. Her pupils dilated with lust, and her nipples were hard against her robe. I’m not sure she was even aware that she had one hand rubbing a hard nipple as she talked to me. She was lost in her lust again. I moved over to her and placed a finger on her chin, turning her to look at me.
“What would you do if I did this?”
I leaned in to kiss her. When our lips touched, everything exploded. Vicky launched herself at me, her chair clattering to the floor. Our minds clouded with lust, and we kissed passionately. Our hands were everywhere. Vicky was peeling me out of my clothes. I untied Vicky’s robe and began running my hands over her naked body. She guided us back to her room.
The bed was still torn up. Pillows everywhere, sheets half torn off the bed, and blankets on the floor. The sheets still showed wet spots from the night before, and the room smelled of sex. That was all fine with me; we were about to add our own stains and perfume of sex to this room. Completely naked, we collapsed onto her bed. As our kissing continued, our hands went to each other’s pussies. We began fingering each other, trying to see who could make the other one cum first.
The sound of kisses, moans, and the wet sound of fingering filled the room. It was a photo finish for who orgasmed first as both our bodies arched into each other before they began to tremble and shake. Breathless, we lay in each other’s arms. I brought my fingers, sticky and covered in Vicky and Ric’s cum, to my lips and cleaned them off. I moaned at how good they tasted together.
“God, you two taste so good together. I need more.”
I began to move between her thighs when Vicky instead moved me above her. In a classic 69 position, we began to feast on each other.
Now that Laura knows Vicky’s past, what is she going to do with this information? Find out in the next chapter.
