She Stole My Husband
Mar 9, 2023 // By:analsex // No Comment
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Be advised that this is a story about lesbian love. It is outside my normal category and was written with someone specific in mind. Many thanks to the wonderful Randi for her skill and patience.
She stole my husband … I stole her back
My car battery was dead. My husband, Steve Jackson, had already left for work so I called my father. “I’m on my way to the garage so I’ll stop by and get you started. I’ll give you a car so you can get to school and put a new battery in for you.” He was there in less than 15 minutes and I was on my way in 20. I dropped my car off and he gave me one of the old wrecks he always had around.
That really isn’t fair. They weren’t wrecks, but they weren’t new or pretty, and he used them as loaners for his older established customers, and his poor daughter. I have two brothers. They are both mechanics and work with our father at his garage. Their names are Keith and Michael. Keith is older than Michael.
Dad’s garage was not on the route I would normally take to school, but it never mattered… until that morning.
Steve’s car was difficult to miss. It was a little red MGB with a vanity license plate which read CAELUS, the Roman God who was the personification of the sky. He thought it was pretty cool, since he worked in the space program.
I was stopped at a traffic light just as Steve’s car turned in front of me. I honked my horn and waved to get his attention, but apparently he didn’t hear me. There’s no reason he would recognize the car I was driving, so I waited impatiently for the light to change so I could catch him. My heart always beat a little faster when I saw him.
Steve is a genius. He is an engineer at the Missile Command, but I have no idea what he does. In the six years we had been married, he tried to explain his job to me at least a dozen times, but I still have no idea. I don’t understand circuitry miniaturization or data reconciliation functions. What I do understand is American History and how to teach it, because that’s what I do. I also understand love because my husband is in love with me, and I am in love with him; it has been like that for almost eight years.
He was a year ahead of me at the University of Alabama at Huntsville, and we met at the student dispensary there. He had a severe cough and I had twisted my ankle. We were almost inseparable after that. That was his senior year and he started working for the government immediately after graduation. We were both born and raised in the Huntsville area. He rented an apartment before he started work and I moved in. He worked and I went to school. My family was not happy when I moved in with him.
Most evenings after dinner, we had sex. He wasn’t my first and I wasn’t his, but we didn’t care. When you loved someone, their past relationships meant nothing; unless, of course, your partner had been married and children were involved. That wasn’t the case with either Steve or myself, however.
My name is Sandra Jackson, nee Beech.
There were two cars between Steve and me. It was unsafe for me to try to pass them just to wave at my husband, so I stopped trying. I would just tell him about it later. He was very safety minded and insisted that neither of us use our phones while diving. There were no exceptions. If it was important enough to talk while driving, we would stop and converse.
I saw his little red car pull out of traffic and stop at the curb just in time for a woman to jump in his car and kiss him. It wasn’t a kiss on the cheek, but was a full lips-on-lips kiss. I kept driving and didn’t look at them as I passed and it appeared they were too busy to look in my direction in that they were still involved in that same kiss.
I pulled off and waited for them and a couple of other cars to pass me. I followed them to the building that housed our insurance company. She got out but not before kissing him again. He pulled out and, I assume, went to work. She was tall and slender with long dark hair. I watched as some man held the door open for her and enjoyed the view of her ass as she entered.
It was a very long day for me. My students didn’t learn anything from me unless it was how to stare blankly into space.
I made it through the day and couldn’t find my car in the faculty parking lot after school. The Assistant Principal found me in tears wandering through the parking lot crying because I couldn’t find my car. We had almost decided to call the police and report it stolen when my brother, Keith called.
“Your car is ready to go, Sis. I wanted to charge you full freight, but Dad wouldn’t let me so you got another free ride. It just shows that he always liked you best.” He laughed as he hung up. I was relieved that my car wasn’t stolen, but I couldn’t remember what car I was driving, so I pushed the panic button on the key fob I found in my purse. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the car one row over started that loud single horn blast you hear until you push the panic button again.
Our bahçeşehir escort Assistant Principal’s name was Libby. She was attractive without being stunning, and she had a perfect hour glass figure. Occasionally she wore blouses which showed her nipples sticking out. It could be my imagination, but there were times when she and I were meeting together that I would walk in her office and she would take off her outer jacket or sweater. When our meeting was over, she put the jacket or sweater back on. There were rumors around the faculty lounge that she was a lesbian, but nobody seemed to care. I smiled to think that if she was, she was taking off her jacket or sweater to impress me with her breasts. I wasn’t all that impressed because mine were bigger. My nips were not as prominent, but they were nothing to be ashamed of.
I had always known that I was attracted to both men and women, but I had never met a woman with whom I thought I wanted to have a relationship. Societal pressures always directed me toward men.
At home that evening, I went through my normal afternoon and evening chores. Those included making dinner. I was always home before Steve and usually had dinner on the table or, more often, on TV Trays by the time he got home, which was usually around 5:50.
It was almost eight that evening when he got home and his dinner was cold. I could only imagine why he was so late. I asked him and his answer was the same as it had been the other nights during the past two months he was late. “It’s that damned problem we’ve gotten hit with.”
Steve and I had many things in common, and one of the biggest was neither of us sat on a problem. Once it presented itself, we went to work on it. It was quiet in our house that evening and there was no romance, which, when I thought about it, was the same as the last week. We had never gone a week without sex.
The next morning, I called Libby and asked for the rest of the week off. We always had substitute teachers on call, so she said okay. As soon as Steve left, I followed him and he led me to the same place he picked up the woman the day before. He dropped her off again and was rewarded with another long kiss.
The parking lot where he worked was huge and had several entrances and exits. I drove around the parking lot until I found his car. Then I located the nearest exit. From noon until he left, I parked on a city street, fed the parking meter, and waited for him to leave. When he did, it was early. About two hours early to be exact.
I followed him to the insurance building where she was waiting for him, then to the house where he picked her up. He turned in the driveway and pulled into the garage. The door closed after he got inside.
I’d seen enough.
We didn’t chat much that evening or the next morning. I was trying to figure out what to do. The following day, I went back to school; not to teach, but to talk to Libby.
I told her what I had seen and what I suspected. She offered her condolences and asked if she could help.
“No,” I said. “I just wanted you to know in case you see me out of sorts for a while.”
“I understand.” There was a pause. “Why don’t you and I have dinner tonight? That would get you out of the house so you wouldn’t have to see him, and it would give you someone to talk to and maybe a soft shoulder to cry on.”
I didn’t have to think long. “Sounds good. Where and what time?”
“Let me give you my address.” She said as she was writing. “Meet me there at six?”
“Sounds good. See you there.”
I went home and thought most of the day about what I was going to do. Around four, I ran a bath and stayed covered with bubbles for over an hour. I stood, grabbed a towel and started drying myself. I stood in front of the mirror and watched myself as I dried. I was almost finished when I stopped and stared. I had a really nice body. I was used to men staring at it and took it for granted, but I never saw the attraction a woman might have to it. I was sitting at my dressing table brushing my hair and my eyes kept going to my breasts. I would look someplace else, but invariably they went back to my breasts. I stood and went to the full length mirror on my closet door and took a critical look at the whole package. It really was killer. I thought it was killer and apparently Libby liked it, so an idea started forming in my head.
I was getting dressed when Steve came in the bedroom.
“Hi, sweetie,” he said. “Are we going someplace?”
“I’m going to dinner with Libby from school.” That’s all I said, and he didn’t ask anything else.
She must have been watching for me because I never had a chance to ring her doorbell.
“Don’t you look nice,” she said.
“Thank you. I didn’t know where we were going so I probably overdressed.”
She took my hand and turned me around. “You’re perfect. I was thinking about eating here. Would that be okay? That way we have some privacy.”
She avcılar escort indicated I should sit on her sofa. She brought two flutes of champagne, handed me one, and she sat next to me. We just chatted through our first flute, then we had dinner. It was a Cobb salad, and it was perfect. The dinner conversation never touched on Steve. It was mostly about school. Afterward we were back on the sofa with more champagne. That’s when the topic of Steve came up. I told her all that I suspected. The only things I knew for sure were that he picked the woman up, dropped her off, kissed her and spent time at her house. Anything else was just speculation, but Libby and I agreed that at least two of those things wouldn’t pass the wife test. He could tell me about picking her up and dropping her off and that could be perfectly innocent, but lip-on-lip kissing and putting his car in her garage and closing the door smelled to high heaven.
Speaking of smelling, Libby managed to move closer to me and I could sense her leaning close and inhaling. “You smell clean,” she said, “No perfume?”
“No. I save it for my husband and special occasions.”
“I think this is a special occasion,” she said.
I smiled. “It is, but not in the way that calls for perfume.”
“That’s too bad.” She took my flute, refilled it, came back, and sat even closer to me.
We talked more and she asked me if I knew what I was going to do about Steve?
“I have an idea that’s been going around in my head, but I’m not sure, yet. In fact, I have no clue where it came from.” That was a lie. I knew exactly where it came from and she was sitting next to me at that very moment.
She smiled. “I have some ideas, too.” She took a sip of her champagne and looked at me over the top of her flute. That look helped push my idea more towards becoming real.
We chatted some more before I decided it was time to go home. She seemed disappointed when I left. Steve was in bed asleep when I got there. I stood over him and cried. It had been almost two weeks since we had sex, and I knew that we would never have sex again and that our marriage was over. I walked slowly down stairs, and in the clothes I wore to Libby’s, fell asleep with the seeds of my idea trying to grow in my mind.
“Hey. Hey. Sandra. Wake up.” I opened my eyes and saw Steve. “Why did you sleep down here? And in clothes?”
“I just felt like it.”
“Okay. It just isn’t like you, that’s all. I’ll probably be late tonight. Don’t save dinner and don’t wait up.”
I got dressed and drove to the insurance building. I went in and looked around. It was a two-story building. There was a desk for a receptionist, but no one was there so I started walking around like I belonged there. I didn’t see her on the first floor so I went upstairs. I saw her almost immediately. The nameplate on her desk said Helen Franklin, and it had the logo for the insurance company that insured our house and cars.
I went home and called Libby. “Can you have lunch with me?” I asked.
“Good. My house at noon?”
“Perfect. See you then.”
I opened the door at precisely noon as she rang the bell. I offered her a seat on the sofa and I sat next to her. “I don’t have much for lunch,” I said. “I really just wanted to talk to you about an idea I had.”
“Sure. Let’s hear it.”
“Okay, here goes. Steve is undoubtedly having an affair and I want revenge. I think it would be easy to go out and get fucked in retaliation, but that would be too easy.” I inhaled deeply and watched Libby as her eyes looked at my expanding chest. Her mouth almost watering. “What I want to do is try to take her away from him.”
Her eyes went from my chest to my face. “What did you say?”
“I want to take her away from him.”
She started laughing. “Do you mean wine and dine her? And literally take her from him?”
She laughed again. “You can’t be serious. Have you ever been with a woman?”
“No. That’s where I need your help.”
I took another deep breath. It was time to jump into the deep end of the pool. “Is it my imagination, or have you been coming on to me recently?”
There was a pause while she looked at me. “Has it been that noticeable?”
“Only to me, and that’s as far as it will ever go.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”
“Oh, my God, no. No.” I took her hand and held it between mine. “No. What I want is for you to teach me how to seduce her.”
She looked right in my eyes. “Let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to seduce the woman your husband is having an affair with. Do I have that right?”
It sounded pretty strange hearing her describe it, but that’s what I wanted. “Yes,” I answered. “I want to get even with both of them. I want to seduce her and have him watch us. Then I can tell both of them to kiss my ass.”
“You know you’re asking a lot. I would love to esenyurt escort seduce you for myself, but teaching you how to seduce someone else would break my heart.” She pulled her hand away. “I don’t think I could do that. I’m sorry.”
“I understand, and I’m sorry I asked.”
“Whatever prompted such an idea? You can’t just seduce a member of the same sex, you know. Have you even met her? Talked to her? If she’s screwing your husband, she’s probably not interested in eating pussy, she wants to suck dick. I think you’re biting off more than you can chew.”
“Maybe so, but I want to try. I want to take her away from him and rub it in his face.”
“If she’s fucking him, he’s already had it rubbed in his face.” She stood. “Sandra, if there is anything else I can do let me know.” She paused. “Maybe we’ll have lunch another day.” She hugged me and left.
This was going to be more difficult than I thought without her help. If the beginning of my plan was such a big failure, I couldn’t imagine what the rest of it might end up being.
I had opportunities to experiment with fooling around with other girls when I was in college. I had at least three friends who called themselves LUGS (Lesbians until graduation). Maybe I should have joined their experiments, but how could I have known I would ever conceive of doing something like I planned?
I opened my computer and looked for lesbian porn sites. I had no trouble finding them. Watching, at first, was not in the least exciting. In fact, it began to dawn on me that I couldn’t do that, so I turned off the computer and tried to think of other ways. How I ever came up with such an idiotic idea was beyond me. I’d have to come up with something else. Maybe video having some man fuck me and showing it to Steve would work, but I had no desire to fuck another man even for revenge. Of course, I could just lie there until it was over. I gave a big sigh.
It was late when Steve got home. We sat and tried to talk, but the only real conversation we had was when he told me he had to work Saturday morning. It was like we were on our first date and had nothing in common to talk about.
I still had a day off, so back to the computer I went. This time I took a glass of wine with me even though it was only ten in the morning. I watched lesbian action for a couple of hours and had two glasses of wine before it started looking like something I could do. There was one scene where a woman was being seduced by another woman. I assumed they were only acting, but it looked real and I got into it. I watched as the tits of the younger woman came into view and the older woman started licking and sucking on them. I watched as her nipples grew and was reminded of how Libby’s might look.
Later in that seduction scene, the young woman’s pussy was exposed. Not just exposed, but held open by the other woman and I saw the pink insides with moisture seeping out of her. I took a big gulp of my wine and watched as the older lady leaned down and started licking the pussy. I could almost feel Steve doing the same with me, but for some reason, on the screen it looked gentler and more sensuous with a woman doing it. I was starting to get turned on. I stayed turned on for the rest of the video. Watching the video helped cement my decision.
My parents were spending time at their second home in the mountains. I knew they were going to be gone for another couple of months at least. They wouldn’t be back until it started getting cold there.
That afternoon, I called our insurance company and asked to speak to Helen Franklin. “This is Helen, how may I help you?”
“I’m thinking about changing insurance companies and I’d like to discuss it with you.”
“Of course. May I have your name?”
I gave her my maiden name. “Sandra Beech. Actually, it’s my parent’s house, but they’re both in a nursing home so I’m taking care of it for them.” I lied. Their carrier was different from Steve’s and mine.
“Certainly, Sandra. When would be a good time for us to meet?”
The next day was Saturday, but I figured insurance people were like real estate folks: you strike when the iron’s hot. How does 10:00 tomorrow sound?”
“Uh, I have another appointment, but I’ll reschedule. See you at 10:00 tomorrow.”
I gave her the address and hung up. I had given her my maiden name so there would be no logical way she could connect me with Steve. It wasn’t until after I hung up that it dawned on me that Steve said he had to work and Helen said she had an appointment, but would reschedule. I didn’t think it was a coincidence. I’d have been willing to bet they were meeting.
Steve and I were eating dinner that night. “Oh, by the way, I just found out I don’t have to work tomorrow so how would you like to go somewhere?” he asked.
I smiled inwardly. He no longer had to work because his girlfriend would be with me, the bastard. I told him that some teachers were having a meeting and I was going. That night in bed, he wanted to have sex, but I told him no. It was the first time ever.
The next morning, I dressed and applied just a hint of the best perfume I had. As I started to leave, Steve kissed me, took a deep breath, and spoke. “Wow. I certainly hope there are no men at this meeting. They will try to latch on to you for sure.”
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