The Perils of Infidelity
Yesterday I was reminded just how upsetting it can be when someone discovers their partner has been having an affair.
All the talk at my sons cricket club was of the previous Sunday when a fight erupted between two of the fathers and the police had to be called and both men were arrested. We weren’t at the club last weekend when it all happened, but of course everyone was talking about it, and the closest friend of the woman involved was being grilled by all the other mothers about what had happened in the week since.
One of the boys mothers (I know her quite well though her son is in a younger age group than my son), had become involved with another husband and had, apparently been seeing him for some months. Her husband had somehow found out and came storming into the clubhouse, half way through the day, looking for the other man. I’d always thought that he was a quite a nice, laid-back, easy-going sort of guy (and his wife is very pleasant, very chatty and always bustling around helping out with everything, though she hadn’t turned-up that morning). But apparently her husband had completely lost his temper and just flew into a rage and attacked the “other” husband. “His” wife and children were there and, from what everyone was saying yesterday, it all got very nasty and upsetting.
Obviously none of either family were at the ground yesterday, but apparently the woman involved has had to leave her house, and take her children with her, to move in with her parents. No one seems to know what has happened with the other couple yet.
It’s all very sad . . . But with all the girls sitting around just talking about nothing else, I was wondering to myself just how many of them may have had some sort of fling at some time. Most of the gossip was about the affect it would be having on the families and children and especially on the “other” wife. And, of course, all the sympathy was with her, but there was the occasional little comment, or aside, about how the “cheating” husband was “quite hunky” and had a certain way about him. Or, of course, the occasional “well I’ve never trusted him” sort of comment.
I’m not being smug . . . or trying to appear superior . . . because I genuinely did like both of the other women involved, and I do really feel sympathy for the situation they both must now find themselves in. (Over the past year one of my work-colleagues has been going through terrible hardships and turmoil with a really spiteful divorce that has split-up her family and meant they’ve had to sell the family home. Her children alternate between her and her ex-husband on a fortnightly basis. And the man she was having an affair with, just refused to have anything more to do with her, once it all got discovered. I know it has been terribly stressful for her and it has changed her life, and even her personality, completely. And a similar situation for a close male acquaintance, has had a similar affect on him. He became very depressed and emotional after he found out that his partner of five years or so, had been spending business trips away with her boss for almost the same length of time).
So I do know from close personal experience how upsetting, and life-changing, these things can be. But I just found some of the comments from the other girls yesterday to be the sort of things that perhaps we all feel we “have to say” in certain situations. I’m sure that they all must from time-to-time have found themselves attracted to someone else and thought about “it”. I found myself thinking, that some of them at least, had a certain sense of “envy” for our other mother’s “adventure” and some of them were being hypocritical and self-righteous in the extreme. And yet, I was annoyed at myself, because I felt I couldn’t voice those thoughts aloud. I couldn’t tell these other mothers about what I really thought, or what I do occasionally in my private life, because of course it isn’t the accepted or done thing and I had to protect my privacy and that of my family in the surroundings and environment I was in at the time.
And then talking about it with J last night, (which inevitably led to wonderfully passionate “cuddles”), we talked about S’s wife and why I no longer get the little flashes of guilt that I used to. We both know and have seen the way she treats him, and virtually humiliates him in front of other people. And we both know how wrong she is and how nice and genuine he really is.
So what I suppose I’m trying to say is that I know our lifestyle isn’t accepted as the norm, but oh how much simpler and perhaps much better for people it would be, if it was more accepted by society. I enjoy sex and I love the freedom and excitement of knowing I “can” if I want to . . . but if people WERE able to talk to each other much more openly and tell each other what they really like and what they really want, then perhaps they wouldn’t find themselves embroiled in such moments of jealousy and upheaval over what, after-all, is supposed to be an enjoyable and simple and exciting and fulfilling physical and emotional exchange between two people.
I sincerely hope it all works out for both of the families.
Best wishes - Edith
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School Holiday Starts with S
The first week of school holidays and S was desperate to see me before he and his family left for their summer break. I couldn’t see him on the Monday so it meant we had to meet on the evening before he was going away. It was a bit risky and I felt it may be too much of a rush but we hadn’t seen each other for weeks, so I agreed.
We met for an early meal in our favourite Italian in Hampstead and then on to our now “regular” local hotel. So regular that I mentioned to S that it was the same girl on the desk as had been there on our last visit. We joked on the way up to the room that in her job, she probably saw lots of “regular” couples. It had been so oppressively hot on the tube journey from work to Hampstead that I insisted that I just had to have a cooling shower. It was too small for both of us and this time instead of sitting on the toilet seat and chatting, I went into the main room to drip-dry with my towel wrapped around me, whilst S had a quick shower.
I lay back on the bed and let him unwrap me from the towel and then just lay back whilst he lay between my legs licking at me gently. I slowly began to get aroused, especially as he spread my legs a little wider and began stroking and probing with his fingers as well as his tongue. As I became more and more aroused I had to cup my hands over my nipples as they began tingling and I started gasping and pushing as his fingers twisted and twirled. He was still licking at me as well, and his tongue felt lovely. As I was squeezing myself more and feeling his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy I started gasping louder and pushing harder and faster. He asked if I wanted “more fingers” and I just suddenly came, really quickly and with that gushing burst that you comes upon you so quickly you just can’t control it. I had to push his hands away and just roll over on my side apologising for being so quick.
He cuddled up behind me and just started talking to me again. Within a couple of minutes we were just chatting again normally. He’d been telling me about their holiday plans over our pasta, but we began talking more about the place in general (they’d been there before and we’ve been to the same island ourselves, though not to the same resort). We chatted for over half an hour but I kept thinking about the time and in the back of my mind I was reminding myself that he was supposed to getting ready to go on holiday early in the morning and that he’d said he’d told his wife that he had a “business meeting” he just couldn’t avoid, but that he wouldn’t be late.
I was slowly stroking him whilst we talked, and then as I felt him getting harder, I sat-up on my elbow and began to squeeze and stroke up and down on his willy a little more firmly and more quickly. I slid down the bed to start licking and sucking him. He likes it in a different way to J, but I still enjoy watching and feeling him get hard, and feeling that warmth in my mouth and hearing him moaning and sighing as I lift up and down.
He stopped me though and said I hadn’t let him lick me “properly” for ages. I protested that it was his turn, but he begged that if I really wanted to send him away on his holiday happy, then I just had to let him. He asked me to turn-round onto my knees and hold onto the head of the bed and then open my knees wider so that he could kneel behind me kissing the cheeks of my bum and the backs of my legs. He likes to lick the insides of my thighs with his tongue, sometimes from the backs of my knees up to my bottom and then down the other leg on the other side. He does it so slowly and so softly at first that it feels almost like he’s trying to tease me. It was some minutes before I felt his tongue pushing me where he really likes to be, and I was feeling really aroused. I groaned every time I felt his tongue giving me an extra push and then when he was sliding his fingers around my tummy to play with my front as well. I knew he was enjoying it from his sighs and moans and I knew I was getting very carried away again as well.
He got off the bed for a moment to go to his trouser pockets and then I felt him kneeling back on the bed. I heard myself let out a loud gasp when I felt that first splash of gel on my bottom. Although I knew it was coming, that first splash is both cold and exciting. I was groaning quite loudly when I felt his finger pushing into me and then that wonderful feeling when he almost “grips” me by sliding his thumb into my pussy and then rocking his hand back and forth. He knows that when I’m relaxed enough as I was at that moment, that it just drives me wild. I can’t do anything but just groan and gasp and let him rock me back and forth. Sometimes I can feel him kissing my bum cheeks, sometimes I can’t feel anything other than that sense of being squeezed and rocked forwards and backwards. When he pulls his hand away I hear myself let out a loud gasp of relief and then another moaning cry as I then feel him pushing into me. I can hear him gasping and groaning too, and grunting softly as he holds me with a hand on each hip and strokes gently in and out. Sometimes I can’t take it too long, but I could now hear myself swearing and pushing with him. I was telling him to “fuck it” and then screaming out with every thrust. He was carried away too and gasping “What do you want” and I was swearing back “fuck my bum, fuck it”. I was so carried away, that I couldn’t really control what I was saying, just that I knew I was being dirty and knew I was enjoying it, and wanting him to enjoy it as well. When I came I knew it was loud but I couldn’t stop myself and I could hear him groaning as well. We fell forward onto the bed, normally I have to curl-up on my side, but it was so draining that I couldn’t move and just collapsed forward with S not moving either, just lying right on top of me and shuddering and squirming with little spasms.
We lay like that for a few minutes before I felt the weight getting uncomfortable and motioned for him to roll off. We lay side by side squeezing each other with hugs and me burying my face in his shoulder. We were both giggling at the same time, chastising each other for making so much noise. After a few minutes, and as our senses began to return, I reminded him of the time. We rolled apart and as we were both dripping and sticky, from the sweat, the gel and his come, he decided he should have a quick shower to “wash away the smell of the sex”.
Once he’d finished we quickly gathered all our things together and hurried to the lift and car-park to get him home. We were already much later than he’d planned to be getting away, but nevertheless still much earlier than we would normally be. So much so that my son was still up watching television when I got home. I stuck my head around the front-room door to complain but was told that it “was school holidays!!!” and that “Dad is already in bed”.
I walked into the bedroom to find J sitting up in bed, frowning at the fact that the kids “were spoiling our fun by being up so late. One’s only just gone to bed and the other is still up!”
He quickly cheered-up though when I pulled my knickers and bra out of my handbag to drop them onto the bed in front of him, and then lifted my dress up over my head and stand in front of him naked with my hands on my hips. He reached out to pull me onto the bed and we started kissing. I lay back onto my back and he slid down to my pussy asking me to “tell me all about it please”. It’s obviously not so arousing when you have to whisper, especially as he was half-way down the bed, so I asked him just to come back next to me. He cuddled back up to me telling me that he’d noticed I had bruises on my hips and that “I can smell the gel, you’ve been bumming haven’t you?”. I only had to stroke him a few times and whisper “you know I always do bumming when I’m with S” before he exploded with a huge spurt all over my tummy.
A lovely, exhausting, evening!
Best wishes - Edith
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A Lovely Day Out with V
Yes, to everyone who has asked, I did meet with V (sorry I’m a bit late in posting this, it has just been such a busy week).
He called me at the office late on Wednesday afternoon to say he’d arrived but would like to see me tomorrow. I’d set-off to work that morning expecting to be meeting him that evening, so was immediately a little put-out. I told him that I wasn’t sure I could make tomorrow evening, but he replied “No I meant the day, I have tickets to take you to the Tennis Championships at Wimbledon”. I was caught-off guard, and stammered that it would be difficult to take a day-off work at such short notice. On the one hand I was annoyed that he had changed his plans again so quickly and obviously had something more important than seeing me that evening as he had originally requested . . . and yet the thought of being taken out for a day to such an exclusive occasion was, of course, very tempting. I told him I would need to see if I could change my appointments and call him back later.
I was trying to balance my annoyance at being “stood-up” against the appeal of being taken to such a different and interesting occasion as Wimbledon (I’d never been before). I didn’t want to make him think I was the type of woman for whom he could chop and change arrangements with whenever he wanted to. I did seriously think about saying “no” and ruminated for an hour or so . . . partly because I wasn’t sure how I felt about allowing myself to be “put-off” from a previously arranged appointment, and partly because I wanted to make him wait !!
I telephoned J to ask him what he thought. His immediate response was “you don’t even like Tennis !” and “what has he said about the evening, after the tennis?” I could tell that he was busy and either couldn’t really talk, or that he didn’t want me to go, so I told him I would say no.
He phoned back in a few minutes though and said he was being “selfish” and that “of course you should go. It’s ladies semi-finals day, if he’s got tickets for Centre Court, do you know how much they are going for?” I told him that V hadn’t mentioned anything about what sort of tickets he had, just that he had tickets. But, with J’s encouragement and, of course, my own feelings inside, I knew I would call V back and say “Yes”. (Though, of course, I made it seem like it had been a really, really difficult, decision to make and arrange!!)
That evening J was all over me, even the children chastising him for continually “cuddling” me in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner instead of the pizza’s they’d been promised by J. He was even more frustrated later upstairs as I had all sorts of outfits laid out on the bed, trying to choose what I was going to wear! Needless to say, I enjoyed his attentions and the flirting with him as I tried-on various items, teasing him with what I “wasn’t going to wear underneath”.
I met V in Fulham and as we talked over coffee he explained why he’d been unable to meet me the previous evening (perfectly understandable and something which is not appropriate to detail here). We got a taxi out to Wimbledon . . . and it was just such an enjoyable day! I had seen brief glimpses of the grounds on television, but to actually be there was just so, so different to how I’d imagined it. The atmosphere, the crowds bustling around between the courts, the ivy, the perfectly cut grass on the courts, and the green and purple everywhere on the brickwork and buildings was just wonderful to see and feel part of. V did have Centre Court tickets (he goes every year, normally for several days, and would be taking an important client to the Men’s Finals on the Sunday). We lunched in the Wingfield Restaurant, and later between one of the matches, had drinks in a roof bar overlooking the outside courts. V led us round for a walk around the courts and of course I just had to have Strawberries and Cream. It was such a lovely atmosphere and I although I have never really been interested before, I found myself caught-up in the atmosphere, particularly watching the young Chinese girl playing so well in the second half of the match against Serena Williams.
V was the perfect host throughout and the tone of his invitation for me to return to his apartment was almost as though he was half-expecting me to turn him down. Of course I accepted, and we agreed that as we’d eaten and snacked so much during the day we simply didn’t need an evening meal. Even so, as we didn’t leave until well after 9 p.m., it was after ten o’clock by the time we arrived at his apartment. V poured drinks whilst I stood on the balcony looking out over the river, and phoned J to say I would be home later. He was asking me all sorts of questions but I told him I had just had a “lovely day” and would tell all later if he waited up for me. V joined me on the balcony and we stood chatting for a while with him pointing out the lights of various landmarks along the river. It really was an extraordinary and impressive view. He began kissing and stroking me and I returned his kisses and then pulled away to ask if he’d mind if I showered “first” as I felt a little uncomfortable about having been walking and sitting and walking and sitting again all through the day.
He led me to the bathroom which was really more like a large tiled room with the shower itself in one corner where the floor tiles just sloped into a natural shower base. There were large mirrors and a wash basin and towel racks just inside the door and lots of chrome and glass shapes everywhere . . . Just beautiful. He helped me undress and gasped when he lifted my dress up over my head to discover that I had nothing on beneath. “You have been the whole day without knickers?” he asked. I replied that it had been perfectly warm enough and I often felt more comfortable without. I helped unbutton his shirt and gasped myself when I helped him step-out of his trousers and pants. He was already erect and it was as impressive as I’d remembered (and talked about with J at home the previous evening!).
We showered together, me resisting his attempts to pull me completely under the water jet as I didn’t want to get my hair wet. He was laughing and continually sucking at my nipples telling me how much he’d missed such “incredible bullets”. It was strange to have someone complimenting me so much on my breasts when both S and J pay so much more attention to my pussy and bottom. Although I find it difficult to get “too aroused” in the shower, I was enjoying his attentions and conscious that my nipples were quite erect and hard. But it was his cock I wanted to see more. It really is thick and I was stroking and pulling at him as much as he sucked and squeezed at my breasts.
We towelled each other dry (well almost) and he led me into the bedroom. Whilst he returned to the kitchen to top-up our wine I stood by the full-length windows gazing out again at the lights along the river. I was thinking how lucky I was to be experiencing a day like I had just had, and the situation I was finding myself in, and then telling myself that I deserved it, that he should be the one thinking how lucky he was. That I should be the one in control, I could do this, I deserved to be able to do this . . . I was aroused and excited.
V returned with the wine and led me back to the bed. He was soon playing and sucking with my nipples again and we rolled more into the centre of the bed. I was encouraging him to “bite them” but had to push him gently away after a minute or so as his nibbles began to get a little too hard. He slid down between my legs and I lifted myself up into his face as he licked at me. I was very worked-up and enjoying his tongue flicking around me. As we both pushed against each other though I began to feel his stubble scraping against my lips and started to lose my concentration so I pulled him upwards to my nipples again and then rolled him over onto his back. I wanted to be able to play with him more than I had on our previous meeting. I wanted to look and touch at him more. He was thick and hard and I wanted to feel it inside my mouth. I squeezed my fingers around him and licked and then sucked him inside. It felt warm and hard and thick and the feeling, and the sense of it was making me more excited and wet again. I wanted to feel it inside me and slid up over him pushing him back with my hands on his shoulders. He was smiling up at me and I could tell was enjoying my attentions. Neither of us were saying anything, other than the little gasps as I sat up and then down onto him.
As I told J later when we were reliving my day (and night), although he feels really big when I have him in my mouth, I don’t really feel any more “filled-up” when he is inside me like this. The idea of it is nice of course, and I loved being able to look down as I lifted myself up and down on him, and could see his thickness sliding in and out of me, but the actual feeling isn’t any more intense or different when I do the same with J or S.
V was reaching up and playing with my nipples again and then pulling me down by my shoulders to kiss me. He then rolled me over onto my back so that he was now on top of me, leaning forward and sucking on my breasts again. We were rocking back and forth and I could tell by his gasps that he was enjoying this position more than when I had been sitting on top of him. Then he rolled me onto my side more, re-adjusting our positions so that he was lifting my leg up and sliding into me from the side. I could now reach down and show him I was playing with my clit as we both pulled away from each other a little. I was feeling very naughty and very aroused and enjoying him leaning forward and sucking on my nipples again. I was rubbing faster and faster but then he wanted to change positions again and roll me more onto my back. I’d lost my concentration a little as we re-adjusted and he lifted my legs up. He was stroking into me but as I’d lost the sensation a little I told him I wanted to taste myself on him. “Bring me your cock up here” I asked him . . . and he pulled out and lifted up to rub himself over my chest. I told him to smack my nipples with it and we were both gasping as he slapped it down on each of my boobs in turn. I grasped his bum cheeks and pulled him further up so that I could lift up and suck him into my mouth. He was leaning forward over me and pushing so hard into my face I was almost choking for breath and I had to push him away a bit to get comfortable. I told him I loved tasting myself like that and I reached under him to play with his balls whilst I continued to suck up and down on him. I could hear him groaning and murmuring and then he pulled away and slid down me again. He then rolled off the bed and pulled me by my hips over to one side. He was standing on the floor now and opening my legs apart and then sliding into me. I could see his cock pushing in and out and wanted to reach down and start playing with myself again but he was already pumping faster and faster and gasping louder and louder. I could see by his face that he was going to come so told him “not inside V, come out”. He answered “I know” but continued pumping and holding my legs apart with a hand on each knee. Then he shouted out loudly and pulled out, thrusting forwards. He continued thrusting, pulling my legs around his hips now and I reached out to try and pull him closer as well. He was pumping and gasping, rubbing his cock on my tummy. I’d been pulled almost off the bed and could feel my legs dangling and my bottom right on the edge. I was holding onto him as he kept thrusting and stroking back and forth. I could feel his cock sliding on my tummy and his balls slapping against me. He was groaning loudly and then just started to stop stroking forwards. I thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to come after all and glanced down at his cock resting on my stomach. Then he shouted out again loudly and suddenly a large spurt shot out and up onto my chest. He pushed forwards again with several more quick strokes and I could see, and feel, more splashes against me. He was groaning loudly and telling me how “magnificent” I was. I was giggling and trying to hold him still against me so that I wouldn’t slide down off the bed. I told him it sounded nice to be called magnificent with his accent, and he reeled off more compliments in French as we pulled ourselves back properly onto the bed.
We lay together for quite some time, pausing to reach up for sips of wine and then rolling over onto our stomach to look out over the river again. I suddenly realised that the blinds hadn’t been drawn, but V laughed at my concern and pointed out that the only way that the room would be visible would be from someone at the same level, with binoculars, from the other side of the river. We sipped and talked and he began stroking and kissing my back, then sliding his hands down to my bottom and between my legs. I wanted to be aroused, and knew I should be given all the circumstances of the day, and where I was, and the company I was in, but for some reason I was conscious of the hour and that it was a long journey home. He was saying we “haven’t spent enough time yet” and “we can do more, it is still early enough”. He told me that I could stay the night if I wished and how much he wanted to “wake up beside each other”. But I said “perhaps next time” and that I really had to get home. I knew I had stayed-out much later with S than this, and had stayed out all night on previous occasions with M, but as with the last time I had been with V, my arousal had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Later on, when I was explaining it to J, I think it is because I feel I lose my confidence in his presence. Perhaps because he was a client first, and, (an unexpected), lover second. Perhaps it is because his life-style is so much greater than ours . . . but for some reason I just suddenly lost my desire, and therefore my control.
I could sense a disappointment in Vs voice. He was saying he felt on two occasions now that he hadn’t been able to give me the enjoyment I had given him. But I told him I had had one of the most enjoyable, and special, days of my life and that I had enjoyed every minute of the day, and the evening! As I dressed, and he called a taxi, we talked more about the office and my family. He asked if I would perhaps feel more comfortable if I joined him in Brussels for a weekend. I told him I was very flattered to be asked, but it was always difficult to get away for any length of time because of the children. He completely surprised me by saying “Bring your husband and children with you then. You should all be my guests, we will have time together on a different time”. I thanked him and told him he was a perfect gentleman . . . and he is.
In the taxi on the way home, after I’d texted J to tell him I was on my way, I tried telling myself that if there is a next time, I want to stay in control the WHOLE time !!
Best wishes - Edith
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V returns to London . . .
V returns this week
Just a short note to say that V arrives back in London tomorrow.
He has asked me to meet him for a meal and “catch-up” . . . and I have agreed to meet him after work.
So . . . I may have some more news at the weekend.
I also just wanted to say “thank you” to all the personal email messages that have been coming in over the past few weeks. I am sorry if I haven’t yet replied to all of you . . . I do try and work through them all, but time seems to be rushing-by so fast this year that I know I am falling behind. I promise I will try and respond to all of your messages as soon as I can.
Best wishes - Edith
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Part Two of my Bank Holiday
Having woken up and just laying together for some time I told him we really did need some food so we moved to the kitchen. S wanted coffee whilst I started preparing an omelette and mixing together an M&S salad from the fridge. We ate at the dining room table, still both naked, and our conversation turned again to our families and our hopes and expectations for our children (they are all of a similar age). It was now raining outside and S wondered if the barbeque would be affected and worried that perhaps J and the children may decide to come home early. I reassured him that they were definitely staying over and that J would always let me know if they’d had to change their plans.
I suggested more wine and returning to the front room. S followed and I asked him to select a new DVD from our collection whilst I lounged back onto the sofa bed. S joined me and I sat back whilst he flicked through the scene-selection menu. We just cuddled and stroked, becoming more adventurous with our kissing and fondling and slowly began turning our attention away from the screen and more to each other. My nipples were really sensitive and I encouraged him to keep sucking at them as he gripped me by the shoulders and rocked me from side to side as he moved from one breast to the other. I was loving the feeling and didn’t want him to move further down my tummy yet. I hugged him into me and kept whispering him to “not go anywhere else yet”. I could feel his willy against me and I was feeling completely relaxed and warm and aroused.
As my nipples began to feel a little more tender I opened my legs and we adjusted ourselves and he slid inside me. It was really nice to be just slowly and patiently pushing against one another, kissing and stroking and sliding up and down. S would occasionally pull completely out and slide down to kiss at my tummy and tease my clit with his tongue and then sliding up again holding his mouth open and allowing me to push my boob forward with which ever nipple I wanted him to close his lips around. I would hold his head and tell him “not too hard” and feel myself pushing my hips against him and feeling his willy pushing into me again. We stopped and started several times and I pushed him over onto his back and sat up next to him to stroke his cock for a while. He had both hands reaching forward still playing with my boobs and I’d pull away every so often to lean down and suck on him.
We stopped for awhile . . . both needing trips to the bathroom. He was lying on his stomach watching the screen when I returned, so I lay on top of his back, rubbing my boobs over his back, down over his bum cheeks and then up the small of his back and spine and up to his shoulder blades. I lent forward kissing at his ears and he was gasping at how nice the feeling was. I slid back down his back to playfully bite his bum cheeks. He squirmed and turned over, his cock popping up as he turned onto his back. I cooed my admiration and immediately sucked down on him. He was pushing more quickly now so I lifted away and then straddled myself over him asking “would you like me to fuck you now?” He let me lift up and down on him for only a few strokes before he pulled me away and turned me over onto my back opening my legs out really wide and starting to lick at me. With the sudden change in pace and position I found myself really starting to tingle. His tongue was lapping at me and then as he lifted me further upwards by my hips I felt his tongue licking further around me towards his favourite spot. I could hear myself gasping and groaning with excitement then allowing myself to be turned over onto my knees. His tongue was sliding around and pushing into me. I felt myself tingling with the excitement of releasing myself to him as he lifted me up and pushed my arms up against the back of the sofa bed. The pause, whilst he moved off the bed for a moment, seemed to just heighten the tension and excitement. I smelt the gel before I felt it. Then the coldness against my skin and his probing finger and kisses on my bum cheeks and I could hear myself gasping and moaning. I was so, so worked up it almost seemed as though he was teasing me with the delay in moving closer against me. Then I felt him against me again, his hands on my cheeks moving me apart, and then that gushing, gasping push. I was moaning loudly as I felt his hands on my hips pulling himself onto me. He was kissing my neck and ear now, asking “what do you want” as we pushed against each other. I was gripping onto the top of the back of the sofa-bed, riding him against me and we were both pushing back and forth. I could hear, as well as feel, him pushing into me, his tummy slapping against my bum cheeks. He kept asking “what do you want” in time with his grunts and thrusts. I was gasping and groaning loudly back at him. “Fucking, fucking”. Our rocking and thrusting went on and was easier but still completely engulfing as we continued. I know I get carried away when I am relaxed enough to completely let myself go like this . . . I could hear myself gasping and swearing in rhythm.
Even being completely relaxed as I was I can’t come like this. It wasn’t until he slid his hands around in front of me, teasing my nipples for a few minutes before sliding his hands down over my tummy to my pussy and then circling his fingers around and around my lips. He stroked his finger into me and then started sliding it back to play with my clit . . . he knows what this does. He was gasping into my ear, and I was screaming out my response . . . and I just couldn’t go on. He was still pushing into me and holding me around my tummy but I just had to pull his hands away and collapse sideways away from him, gasping and crying out with the release of the pressure and the bursting, tingling sensation of my come. I heard S groaning and gasping as well as I curled-up into the foetal position I just have to take when I have such an intense come like this. It wasn’t until a few moments later as he adjusted himself and then cuddled-up behind me in a comforting embrace, that I felt his wetness on my back and the sheet beneath us. We lay together not saying anything at all, just breathing heavily . . . and then completely falling into a deep sleep.
We slept for two hours . . . woken up by the sound of quite heavy rain against the patio outside. The DVD screen was back to the static main menu. S got up to find his watch. I asked him for more wine and sat-up to accept the glass as he returned to the sofa bed. He said he would have to think about going soon . . . I acted teasingly hurt and disappointed, pulling at him gently and making him sit back on the sofa bed. We sipped at our wine as I tried to persuade him it was “too early to leave me yet”. He was already semi-erect anyway, and with my stroking and suggestive kisses on his cheek, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. Then my phone rang. S got up off the bed to pick it up from where I’d left it in the kitchen, announcing as he walked back towards the sofa that it was J’s name that was flashing on the screen. J had rung off before S reached me, so I immediately called him back, motioning to S that he should sit back down beside me. J was just “checking-in” to see if everything was alright and if I’d finished “entertaining”. I held out my glass so that S could top-up my wine whilst I told J that we were “still enjoying a relaxing time watching your movies in the front room”. I cheekily opened my legs whilst I continued chatting to J asking him how the barbeque was going and if the kids were behaving themselves. I was actually tingling at the excitement of talking to my husband on the phone whilst sitting naked with my lover on our sofa-bed. With the phone in one hand and my glass of wine in the other I couldn’t touch my “tingly spot” but I was opening and closing my legs suggestively for S and lifting my hips up and down motioning to him that I needed “soothing”. He lent forward to lick at me and I opened my legs wider gasping with the thrill of his tongue flicking across me whilst I was actually talking to my husband on the phone. J noticed the change in my voice and asked what was happening. Almost as though I was afraid someone would overhear my voice on the other end of the telephone, I whispered out “I’m being naughty while you’re talking to me”. “How naughty?” J asked with a sudden change in the tempo of his own voice. I explained that I was sitting up with my back against the sofa bed with “my lover lying between my legs sucking on my bits”. J was gasping down the other end of the telephone at how fantastic that was and to “keep talking, keep saying what’s happening”. It was an incredibly exciting feeling to know I was being tongued and licked around my pussy whilst my husband was on the other end of the phone. I couldn’t talk, only gasp and groan as I could feel S beginning to enjoy the situation as well. I could hear J saying “what’s happening, what are you doing?” I was saying back “Is anyone with you, where are you”. He replied that he was in the upstairs guest room at his brothers and was on his own and just wanted to hear me “being fucked”. He kept saying “let me hear it, I wish I could see it”. I was telling him that I was only being licked, but I was getting quite carried away with the sensation of what we were actually doing that I could feel myself starting to come again. I glanced down at S who was looking up at me as he continued to swirl his tongue around me and then lifted away a little to slide his finger inside me and then start flicking and licking again. I was gasping down the phone how naughty I felt and how much I loved it and how much I “love you”.
I came again . . . not as intensely as I had a couple of hours earlier, but enough to be gasping and moaning into the telephone and telling J how wonderful he was for letting me be like this. He was gasping back how fantastic I was and how he wished he could be watching it all happen. S was just sitting up now . . . I suddenly sensed that he looked a little upset so handed him my glass of wine and told J that I would have to go. He wanted to know why we couldn’t talk more and what was wrong, but I told him I promised I would call him later. I hung-up and apologised to S, telling him that it had been so naughty and that I’d just got carried away and I hoped I hadn’t upset him. He said he loved hearing me talk dirty like that and that he loved looking at, and tasting, my pussy. I still felt guilty in some way . . . I suppose because I was worried he might have felt “subsidiary” in some way. I cuddled into him, stroking at him and telling him that I really had such a wonderful day and that I’d hoped he had enjoyed it as well. He replied that of course he had and that he always enjoyed every minute of the time we spent together. I told him I wasn’t going to let him go home yet and pushed him backwards onto the sofa-bed. It was now my turn to spread his legs and suck down on him. I lay down between his legs, scraping my nails along the inside of his legs, teasing him by letting the back of my hand rub against his balls as I scratched gently up and down on each leg. I pushed his legs even wider . . . he was now getting hard again . . . and then plunged my mouth down on him sucking at him as hard as I had earlier. I could taste the gel on him at first, but then as I stroked up and down it just felt nice and warm and really, really hard as I sucked downwards and he pushed upwards. He was trying to close his legs and move forwards a bit on the bed but I kept holding his legs apart sucking up and down with faster and faster strokes. He eventually lifted me away though and turned me over to lay me on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the sofa-bed, he stood at the side of the sofa lifting my legs up and pushing them back so that my knees were at the side of my head. He was rubbing his willy over my lips, tapping it against my clit in a smacking motion and then reaching down to spread my lips apart so that he could slide into my pussy. When I looked up at him I could see his eyes were closed, but I could tell from the straining motion on his face that he wanted to come. He was stroking back and forth into me quite aggressively and as he is not normally like this I felt that perhaps he had been a little annoyed at my phone conversation with J earlier. Although I knew I wasn’t going to come again, it was a nice sensation and I wanted to be naughty for him. I was encouraging him to “fuck me, really hard” and pushing my pussy back against him to meet his thrusting. He was getting faster and faster and then cried out with a loud groaning sound as he pulled away and splashed all over my legs and tummy.
He stood by the side of the bed for a few moments, but then I pulled him in beside me and we lay together again cuddling and stroking each others backs and arms. We lay for half an hour or so, talking and telling each other how nice and naughty we had both been. I asked him to stay longer, telling him it would be nice if he could “sleep over” all night. But he said he wouldn’t be able to come up with any believable excuse to tell his wife . . . so we just lay for another hour or so, talking and finishing our wine. I got up and helped him gather up his clothes and then sat on the edge of the sofa bed whilst he got dressed. We kissed quite passionate goodbyes at the door and agreed that it really had been a wonderful day. I was quite genuine when I told him that I had enjoyed his company as well, and that it hadn’t all been about just the sexy time we’d had.
After he left I lay back down on the sofa-bed and called J back to tell him my day was over. He told me he hoped I’d saved some energy for his own return the next day, telling me he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. I replied I imagined I wouldn’t have any problem at all in sleeping . . . and I certainly didn’t !!!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, extra-marital, fling, fun, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
Bank Holiday Fun with S
Every year J’s brother organises an “end of season” football day at his local club and it has become a family tradition that everyone goes for the barbeque and events. Last year, for the first time, I had stayed at home and enjoyed a wonderfully naughty day with S . . . so when J reminded me, a couple of weeks ago, that we’d all been invited down there again this year, he said with a sarcastic smirk “or will you be entertaining your lover again instead”. I replied that even if I didn’t do “anything” I would quite like the luxury of a whole Saturday to myself anyway. (I’d never found the day that enthralling and, to be honest, although I do get on with J’s sister-in-law, I do find it rather overbearing and plain boring to be left in mainly her and her friends company for the whole day). So I asked J that even if I didn’t invite S around, would he mind if I stayed at home whilst he took the kids down there on his own.
He told me a few days later that as it was a Bank Holiday weekend we’d all been invited to stay over on the Saturday night, but I replied that I found that even more of a reason why I preferred not to go . . . so we agreed I would stay at home to “catch-up with spring cleaning and housework”.
I hadn’t seen S since the beginning of the month but during one of our regular phone conversations in the morning on the way to work, I mentioned that I’d be free all day on Saturday if he wanted to come round as he had done last year. He immediately said he would arrange “a golf-day with his mates” and what time would I like him to arrive!!
J decided he would drive the children down this year as they were sleeping over, (they’d gone by train last year so he didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving), and they would leave around 9 o’clock in the morning, so I’d told S I would text him sometime after 10 a.m. He told me that “our day” last year had been the most exciting time he’d ever had in his life and I said “Oh, thanks, that really puts the pressure on doesn’t it! No promises !!”
J and the kids were a little late leaving, but I didn’t feel I wanted to rush around, so I ran myself a bath and just lay back relaxing and thinking about what I could do to “try” and live up to last year (it just doesn’t seem like that long ago, amazing how every year seems to pass by faster and faster).
I was actually getting myself quite excited as I lay in the bath trying to remember the things we’d done last year, and deciding I would lay out the sofa bed in the front room again in front of the TV. I enjoy feeling like a “temptress” and was trying to think of something different to do to impress my lover. J had suggested just waiting in the bath again for him like last year, but I decided I’d dress and take our toybox downstairs to the front room, along with lots of pillows to scatter over the sofa bed.
Whilst I did my make-up, I decided I’d wear my new set of expensive underwear that J had recently bought me, along with stockings and suspenders . . . and my red boots that he’d loved so much on one of our recent meetings. I don’t get the chance to dress so sexily much any longer (as I explained to J later, it’s just not as possible as it used to be before children), but I still enjoy wearing something extreme when I can . . . so I searched through my wardrobe for something appropriate. After discarding numerous skirts and tops, and deciding that perhaps I should just welcome him completely au-naturel, I came across a sarong that I’d bought on holiday years ago. It wasn’t exactly a good negligee-match, but the red and purple colours matched perfectly with my boots. I wrapped it on and although the bra beneath looked a little “pointed” and unnatural, I was sure I wouldn’t have it on for long and it did look “provocative” . . . I felt sexy and wilful as I texted him to say “I am on my own. When would you like to join me?” He texted back almost immediately that he’d be round in half an hour, so I poured some wine and put on some music and one of our DVDs.
As the time went by I felt perhaps the sarong wasn’t the right choice of overwear as every time I got up, or moved around, it didn’t feel quite right. Even though my bra was strapless, I felt that the wrap kept slipping down at the front and that it wouldn’t look natural. I’d just gone back upstairs to the bedroom to look for something else to replace it when the doorbell rang.
When I answered the door it was obvious from the look on his face that S certainly didn’t share my doubts about my dress. He just stood in the doorway almost transfixed and just mouthed “wow” for what seemed like ages before I could usher him inside and get the door closed. “You look sensational” he finally said as he pulled away from embracing me before squeezing me again in a second, even more passionate, squeeze. I took the bottle of wine he’d arrived with from his free hand, and told him I already had a glass on the table waiting for him. I followed him into the front room, enjoying his reaction as he looked at the TV screen and then back over his shoulder at me with an almost embarrassed grin on his face. I put his bottle of wine down on the floor just inside the door of the front room and then lay back on the sofa bed whilst I waited for him to pick his glass up off the dining room table and walk back into the front room. I was trying to play the part of the tempting mistress as provocatively as I could, draping one leg over the side of the sofa bed whilst lifting the other foot up to rest on the edge. “I love those boots” he said. I replied “Yes, I remember . . . but this time you HAVE to take them off !” He laughed and put his glass down on the coffee table and reached forward, but I pulled my leg away . . . “No, not yet! You have to undress first”. As he started unbuttoning his shirt I knelt up on the sofa-bed and unwrapped the sarong so that it fell behind me . . . I was feeling quite tingly and loving the way he was looking at me.
He finished pulling off his pants and socks and shoes and climbed onto the bed towards me. We were quickly kissing and his hands were roaming all over my bra and then my back. He unclipped the bra easily and leant forward to suck gently on first my left, then my right, nipples. I was playing with his cock and then leaning backwards at the same time to stretch my legs out on either side of him. “I really would like you to take off my boots this time”. He obliged and dropped them onto the floor and then pushed me backwards onto my back. I was already very worked up and loving his compliments about my underwear and stockings. I lifted up my bottom so that he could slide my knickers off and lifted one leg out at a time. I wanted to kiss him again but he leant forward to start licking at me, telling me how wonderful and smooth my pussy looked (I’d had it re-waxed during the week), and then, how “sweet” I tasted.
I pulled him up to kiss him and suck his tongue into my mouth and then pushed him down to my nipples again. I was telling him to “suck them hard, chew me” and stroking the back of his head and neck. He’d only been in the house for less than 15 minutes and we were already both almost totally naked (I still had my suspender belt and stockings on) and both very worked up. He slid further down the bed to start licking at me again and I was now getting completely carried away. He then lifted away to start fingering me and I sat up and leant forwards to kiss him telling him I wanted to taste myself on his lips. I had to pull his fingers away and roll him over onto his back so that I could slide down his chest and swallow my mouth over him. He was trying to sit-up again, but I pushed down on his chest with my hands, pushing him back down onto the bed, lifting away from his cock to tell him he had to “watch the movie and just let me play for awhile”. I was really enjoying sucking on his cock, I love the feeling of his hardness in my mouth. I was sucking down on him so hard that the suction left no air in my mouth at all and I’d release it with a pop as I pulled away. Then I’d change to gentle, soft and wet slips up and down with a final swirling lick around his head. I could hear him breathing really heavily and gasping each time I lifted my mouth away from him for a pause before sucking down on him again. I was enjoying feeling so in control of him and hearing his gasps and groans. I continued sliding my mouth up and down on him and had slid my hand down under his balls to start squeezing gently in time with my sucking. I could tell from his change of reaction though that he wasn’t enjoying the change of sensation, so instead I lifted my mouth up to tongue around in circles over his head while gripping my fingers gently around the rest of his cock. He was groaning louder and thrusting his hips up to meet my stroking and sucking and then I heard him calling out that he was going to come. I pulled my mouth away and just directed his splashes over his tummy whilst I continued to kiss the side of his cock and then down to his balls. He was just groaning and gurgling and then shook even more when I slid upwards rubbing my boobs over him and smearing his wetness further up his tummy as I pulled myself up to finally be level with him and was able to kiss and cuddle into him. He was squeezing his arms around my shoulders and stroking my back and gasping “God, god” over and over.
We lay in a wet embrace like this for a few minutes until I lifted away and sat up to reach for the nearest glass of wine on the coffee table next to the sofa bed. We sat up to lean back against the back of the sofa and started watching the action on the TV that we’d virtually ignored since we’d undressed. I passed him his glass and we sat back and talked . . . . remarking on the bodies on the DVD (J always tells me its a huge turn-on when I comment on the action), the positions they were getting into and the number of people involved. S was playing with my suspender belt and then stroking down to my pussy. I lay back just cradling my glass and gently opening my legs wider as he stroked and played. It was a lovely feeling just lying back, sipping at my wine, and being gently stroked and slowly, ever so slowly probed. There was no rush and we paused for a few minutes whilst he got up to refill our glasses. I slipped off my belt and stockings, much to his dismay, but I told him I actually felt much more comfortable without them. I enjoyed watching him walk back to the bed with his cock swaying back and forth as he walked. Although it was no longer erect, it was still plump and was wobbling back and forth, I fondled at him as he got back onto the bed, but he said it was my turn now. I told him that we didn’t have to have “turns” and that there was no rush as we had “all day to play”.
We continued watching the action on the screen . . . I asked him to get up to find the remote control so that we could turn down the music that I had playing on the stereo and turn-up the volume of the DVD. “I like to hear what they’re saying” I told him. He was soon stroking me again though and then leaning forward to kiss and nibble again at my nipples. I told him I had our toybox under the end of the sofa-bed if he wanted to choose something to play with. He lifted the box up onto the end of the bed and started going through our collection with great delight. He quickly, of course, chose one of our beaded wands, but I told him it was “too early in the day” for that and that anyway I’d need some of the lubricant from one of the bottles he’d left in the box. “In that case, why don’t you choose” he teased, so I pulled out one of our more modest vibros but one with a rotating and pulsing shaft which I can use without coming in minutes as I do with one of the larger rabbits that J prefers to watch me with. I was soon relaxing backwards whilst instructing S on just where and when and how far to push and when to pull-out and slide over my clit. He was purring with delight and of course enjoyed pushing it in (why do men always like this more when I tell them over and over that it’s the little button between my lips that I like being played with the most! Though I must admit S has the best technique with his fingers on my clit than any other man I’ve been with). He told me he loved holding it and feeling it turning round and back again on the shaft. I was beginning to get more and more worked up by it now though and was enjoying the look on his face as I reached down and opened my lips for him. He’d slide it out and hover the tip over my clit and then slide it back down and inside again. I was straining upwards and then sliding my hands up to pinch and play with my nipples and then sliding them down to spread my lips again. He was beginning to stroke more forcefully with the vibro now but I wanted his tongue so pushed his hand gently away and pushed down on his shoulders telling him to “eat my cunt now please”. He only needed to lick and swirl at me for a few moments though and I felt myself coming. I squeezed my legs around his shoulders and rolled us both over on our sides as I shuddered and shook, screaming out how good it was and then releasing him from between my legs with a final huge gasp.
This time he was the one sitting up first and reaching for the wine as I continued to lay on my side recovering and unwinding from the exertion of the last few minutes. The gasps coming from the TV seemed annoying now, rather than stimulating, so I asked him to find where we’d put the remote controls and re-adjust the volume again. “You think they are loud” he said, “you should have heard yourself !!!” I told him I enjoyed the freedom of being able to scream and shout in my own home without anyone else around. For the first time that brought the subject of families up and we chatted for awhile about what J and the children would be doing, and then what his own wife and children were doing that day (out shopping) and what he’d told them he was supposed to be doing for the day (out with golfing friends).
The change in conversation and subject matter seemed to bring about a lull in our adventure, so I got up to refill our glasses. We joked about drinking so much so early in the day (it had only just turned midday) and that last year we’d driven to the Heath for lunch and a walk. Today the weather was windy and showery and much cooler than last year so I joked that we’d have to “eat in”. I asked if he was hungry and he replied “Of course” and leant forward to kiss and lick at my pussy. We cuddled up again on the sofa bed continuing to talk . . . more about us this time, how long we’d known each other, and the change I’d had on his life and his marriage (as in keeping it together, instead of wrecking it, as many people may think). We talked a lot about J as well, and how understanding he was of my enjoyment of “our little fling” and how much he got turned-on by it. I knew from before that S sometimes got a little “maudlin” if we talked too much on that subject though, so I got up to change the DVD. I asked if he had any “special requests” and he replied he just wanted to see me with more of my toys again. I laughed and chose a disc at random and then slid back up alongside him, cupping my hand around his balls and kissing him gently on each one before moving up to kiss him on the cheek and saying “I’ll see. I feel like playing with you some more first”. He wasn’t hard yet but we just lay together watching the new movie and talking and stroking each other for quite some time. He got up again to open the bottle of wine he’d brought with him. I joined him in the kitchen as he couldn’t find the bottle-opener and we began kissing and stroking each other standing next to the kitchen sink and drawers. He was definitely hard now and I dropped down on my knees to muzzle my nose and lips over him, sucking up and down again and running my hands up and down his thighs and then up and around his chest so that the palms of my hand were actually scraping over his own nipples. He pulled me up and wanted to try and lift me up onto the work-top, but I persuaded him that I actually wanted to be back on the sofa-bed.
We returned to the front room sipping from our glasses on the way. “You definitely won’t be driving anywhere now” he said. I teased back “I thought you wanted to eat your lunch right here”. He was soon sliding down to me and taking up my offer with his tongue sliding and swirling around and around. I was gasping back and forth again and then pulling him up to kiss and taste myself on his lips. As we exchanged kisses and I sucked his tongue into my mouth I could feel his cock against me and it just slid inside as I pushed back against him. We were soon rocking back and forth with him on top and my legs wrapped around his back. It was just a gentle rocking together and then he rolled over onto his back to pull me up on top of him. I sat back and then began to lift up and down. I could look down and see his cock appearing as I lifted up and then disappearing as I sat slowly back down on him again. He was reaching up and squeezing at my boobs and I was shaking them from side to side and encouraging him to “squeeze them, pinch my tits”. I thought he would be really enjoying my sitting on him and “talking dirty” as J calls it. But he said he wanted me to turn around and face his feet because he wanted to see my bum cheeks. I swivelled around and could soon feel him sliding his finger forwards and probing at me gently. We rocked back and forth in this position for awhile but I told him I wasn’t comfortable. He asked if we could play with my wand now and I told him he’d have to get the lubricant as well. I lay forward on my tummy facing the TV as he leant over me licking and kissing my cheeks and then slowly sliding his tongue between them. I opened my legs and lifted myself up more as his tongue became more adventurous and more searching. I need to be in the right frame of mind to be able to let myself go in this position and although I was completely relaxed and comfortable, it wasn’t until I felt the gel sliding down over me that I really began to enjoy the sensation as his finger replaced his tongue. I lifted up further and wider as I felt his thumb sliding into my pussy as well and he began to rock me back and forth with the grip of his finger and thumb. I could feel his kisses on my cheeks and hear myself groaning with his rocking. Then louder gasps from both of us as his finger pulls out and I could feel the bulb of the beads pushing into me. I was soon thrusting backwards and forwards and then groaning as he rolled me over onto one side and lifted my top leg up to expose my pussy as he licked me around and around. He now had his head completely between my legs and one arm around my hip whilst stroking the wand in with his other hand. I could hear him gasping “incredible, you’ve got five beads” and I could hear myself gasping back and encouraging him to “push me and lick me more”. I was trying to pull his own hips round on the sofa-bed more as we were almost in a sixty-nine position. He eventually realised that I was trying to pull him closer, so lifted himself round more and I could suck his cock into my mouth and lift his own leg up around my head. It was difficult to concentrate on both sensations, so I just relaxed my mouth and let him stroke back and forth into me whilst trying to concentrate on the feelings of the wand and his tongue swirling and sucking at my clit. I could feel myself getting more and more carried away and eventually had to pull away from his cock and start gasping and groaning as I felt myself coming closer and closer. I eventually burst with a huge scream urging him to “just pull it out slowly” and burying my face into his cock and balls, kissing at him and moaning with the exertion and release of pressure all at the same time.
We extricated ourselves from our entangled position and I asked him to cuddle me as I just lay forward on my tummy. We lay together like this for some minutes before he reminded me we were facing the wrong way on the sofa bed and would be more comfortable lying back with our heads on the pillows. I struggled to turn around and change positions and then just collapsed forward onto my stomach again, pushing my face into the pillow, moaning and pulling at him to cuddle up next to me again.
Whether it was the wine, or the hugeness of our come, or a combination of both, we dozed and slept for over an hour, eventually waking up in the same position we’d collapsed together in.
I will try to upload the conclusion of “our day” before the end of the week.
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, erotic, extra-marital, fling, fun, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
V returns
Thank you for all the messages . . . and suggestions . . . about the return of V to London this past week.
There have been far too many emails to reply to each of you, and as more are still arriving, I thought I should just let you all know that, unfortunately, I have rather disappointing news.
V and his three colleagues arrived as scheduled and the meeting at our office progressed throughout the day as expected.
During lunch he repeated his numerous text-messaged invitations over the past month, that he would like to entertain me at his apartment again at some point during the next three nights. I replied that I was free the next evening. J and I had been having such wonderfully exciting times talking about, and re-living, my brief encounter with V previously that I’d worked myself up into quite an excited state in the days just prior to his return. I’d decided that if our “professional relationship was in danger of being comprised” then it already had been! And that I therefore had nothing to lose.
The more I had thought about him, and his position, and his charm, the more I’d decided that I really enjoyed the flattery, and excitement and “danger” of the situation. This time, I decided, if I was to allow myself to become involved, then it would be on my terms. I knew from all his texts and emails, that his interest in seeing me again was simply sexual and had nothing to do with business. I knew from his reputation, and from working with him for almost a week “before” our tête-à-tête, that he was too much of a perfectionist to let personality come before business.
He was delighted with my acceptance and said he’d book a table again at “our restaurant” beforehand.
After concluding our day, I declined the invitation to join the others for an after work drink as I had to attend a long-arranged a meeting at my son’s school.
I was almost home when V called on my mobile. I knew he’d been taking calls from his office all afternoon, but assumed that to be just normal procedure. But he explained that due to an emergency issue that only he could resolve, he was going to have to return to Paris immediately in the morning. He was desperate to see me and wanted me to visit him at his apartment that evening. I told him that it was just impossible as I just had to be at school within the hour and then would not be able to just leave my family and turn around and go back into town.
He sounded disappointed, but resigned to both our situations . . . we agreed to talk during the next few days (as we would be anyway) and to arrange another time.
So . . . as I explained to an equally disappointed J . . . we are lucky to be able to enjoy spur-of-the moment occasions when they happen, so we have to accept that sometimes things we desperately want to happen, just obviously weren’t meant to be.
Best wishes - Edith
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