Meeting with V
J and I had spent most of the weekend enjoying re-living my evening with S on the previous Thursday night, and I’d completely forgotten that V had mentioned he’d be returning to London at the end of the month . . .
So it was a complete surprise to arrive at the office on Monday morning to find an email from V saying he was in town that evening (leaving again Tuesday morning) and that he wanted me to join him for dinner. I wasn’t prepared, wasn’t dressed for going-out, and annoyed again that he’d not given me enough prior notice . . . but at the same time I felt those “tingles” and the exciting thought of meeting with two different lovers just a few days apart.
I called J to see if he would be ok about me going out straight from work, and would he be alright sorting-out the kids. He replied that of course he would be fine and that I should just text him when I was on my way home.
The day seemed to drag by (cancelled meetings and more concerns from the directors about falling revenue), but at least no-one else was staying on late and I was able to have the washroom to myself so that I could spend some time “freshening-up” and trying to do something with my hair and make-up.
V had booked at the same restaurant we’d had our very first meal alone together (for what I’d thought was going to be a team-business-meeting) earlier in the year. Very exclusive, very expensive and I felt very under-dressed for the surroundings. However, he was just so welcoming and bubbly that I was soon relaxed and enjoying the wonderful wine and atmosphere. We talked and drank and ate and were onto our second bottle of the meal in what seemed like no time at all . . . but, in fact it was almost ten o’clock before he asked if I would join him at his apartment. I replied “I’d like that” without a moments hesitation and he asked our waiter to have reception order a cab.
I love looking out at the river across the balcony from his apartment . . . it is just such a lovely view with the lights of the city and the bridges across The Thames. V handed me a glass of wine and asked if I needed to call J (as I had done on my two previous visits), but I told him that J knew where I was this evening. V grinned and shook his head saying “astonishing that he can be like that”. I accepted his embrace and told him “he always gets his rewards!”. We stood kissing and caressing and then he began unbuttoning my blouse . . . I helped him unfasten my skirt and then stepped backwards out of it as it fell to the floor. I enjoyed the look on his face as he said “Do you never wear any underwear?” I replied that of course I did, but that I had taken it off when I’d washed at the office as he hadn’t given me enough notice to know to bring a change of underwear. He laughed and said “I think I prefer it this way”.
We continued embracing, standing together in the middle of the room and I could feel myself enjoying the sensation of being with him. He is not startlingly good looking, but his manner and his personality and just something about his presence, has an almost intoxicating affect. I had undone his shirt and now his belt and then slid his shirt down off his shoulders as he took off his trousers and pants. I could feel him against me and enjoyed the sensation of sliding the palm of my hand down against his erection.
He suggested we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom . . . and I felt wonderful as he led me down the corridor, both of us completely naked now, my heels echoing on the hard wood floor. I felt extremely naughty and wonderfully aroused as we stood by the side of the bed with him leaning forward sucking on my nipples and I felt him rubbing himself against me. We fell backwards together onto the bed and he continued his attentions on my nipples. I asked him to “bite them” and could hear myself moaning more and more loudly as he moved from left to right. Then as I opened my legs he slid down to my pussy and I began pushing myself against him. My nipples were still tingling and I reached down with each hand to pinch at them as he continued working at me with his tongue.
Then he pulled himself upwards and with a hand on each knee was spreading me apart and pushing into me. I was completely lost now, looking down at him pushing himself into me . . . I slid my hands down from my breasts over my tummy, spreading my lips wider for him. He was groaning loudly himself now and stroking faster and faster. I was desperate to be moving with him and began rubbing my fingers around and around my lips and then up to my clit. Lifting it up for him and showing it to him as I rubbed my fingers around it. I lifted my fingers up to his mouth so he could lick them and down to my clit again. I could hear myself calling out, I knew we weren’t in a hotel room and I wanted to let myself go. I was becoming more and more worked up and gasping louder with each of his thrusts. I kept opening and closing my eyes, not wanting to lose the moment but still wanting to see him pushing into me. I hadn’t come in my two previous visits with him and for a moment that thought flashed through my mind again, I could feel his thrusting, I could look up and see the straining on his face, and I could see and feel my own fingers rubbing quicker and quicker. When it came I knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t help myself . . . I had wanted to feel this since that first night. I knew I was good, I knew I deserved it and I knew I had wanted it so badly . . . it felt wonderful . . . I felt wonderful and I as I pushed him away and rolled over onto my side I was almost laughing and gasping and groaning all at the same time.
V knelt on the bed beside me and I was conscious of him trying to hold me tightly still as I shuddered with the convulsions. I shook him away and he started apologising, thinking that he’d upset or hurt me in some way, that I’d “lost it” and my curses and groans were ones of disappointment. I had to turn back to him and pull him down on the bed beside me explaining that I hadn’t lost it, but had just had a huge come and was still tingling and recovering. And it had been huge . . . when I was explaining it to J later I described it as completely different to how I can sometimes come from his licking and tonguing, or different from when S plays with my bottom . . . not more enjoyable, or exhausting and certainly nothing to do with the size of V. I described it as being more of a “relief” or an “emotional” orgasm, rather than a physical one. Typing it here now that doesn’t sound, or read, sensible or right . . . but that’s what it was like! Draining and exhausting and enjoyable like the sort of orgasms I have experienced before, but possibly because of where I was, and who I was with, it was perhaps more the surprise in which I had lost myself rather than the physical feeling, that accounted for my explosion.
As we lay together V said he had never been with a woman who “used such language” before. I asked him if he disliked it and when he said he found it “slightly disarming” I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I never, ever, swear in public or my normal everyday work, or family life, but both J and S have often told me they find it a “turn-on” to hear me using language like that, and I had grown to find it such a release during sex. He must have sensed that I suddenly felt uncomfortable as he started telling me he didn’t “dislike it” just that he found it “unusual”. I could tell by the feel of his hardness against my leg that he obviously hadn’t found it “unusual” enough to be a complete turn-off. I squeezed him and told him that I was “an unusual woman” and he moaned his agreement as I squeezed and stroked more.
I continued my stroking and fondling, pushing both my hands down between us now, and he responded first by stroking my back and then by trying to play with my nipples again. I pulled away from his touches though, telling him they were a bit sensitive, and I rolled him onto his back and slid down his tummy. His thickness is really quite impressive, and I slid my mouth straight over him, cupping one hand under his balls as I knelt up between his legs. I was enjoying sucking up and down on him. I was alternating between quick strokes sucking up and down, sucking right down to his tummy and then slowly sliding my mouth back up and off him, twirling my tongue around his head . . . before suddenly sucking quickly down and then up again with quick strokes. I had only been playing with him like this for a few minutes though when he suddenly began to gasp and reached down to hold my head. I had to pull myself away and felt him splashing against my neck and under my chin. I rubbed myself forward onto him, rubbing my boobs and then my tummy over him as I pulled myself up to lie on him. I whispered that he should tell me when he was coming, not try to hold me there as I didn’t like “doing that”. He replied that he’d been trying to tell me and had been trying to lift my face away . . . apologising when I said “it didn’t feel like that”. He wanted to get up “to clean up the mess” but I had sat up on him now, telling him he had been naughty and I wasn’t going to let him up. I pushed his hands back over his head and leant forward on him, rubbing myself over him more. He said “I want to clean you up otherwise you’ll be going home smelling of me”. I teased him by pushing his arms down on the pillow more and rubbing myself into his face and then sliding back to kiss him and flick my tongue into his mouth before pulling away and telling him that “J will like me coming home smelling of you!!”. He rolled me over onto my side again saying how “remarkable and magnificent a woman” I was.
We lay for some time, sitting up occasionally to sip at our wine from the bedside table, looking down at the river and talking again about our work and his plans for the coming few weeks. We heard my phone alarm ringing from my handbag in the kitchen along the corridor and he got up to go out and bring it back to me so I could turn it off. “Does that mean that you want to leave me again?” he asked. I told him that it was a long journey home and that I did have to be going. He went back out to the sofa to bring my clothes and ask if I would like a coffee whilst he telephoned for a cab. I told him I’d actually prefer more wine and he went back to the kitchen to bring back the bottle. I was enjoying watching him walk back and forth . . . he doesn’t have a “general” physique that much different from either J or S, but he just seems so completely at ease being naked, (J thinks that this is “probably because he’s always known he has a bigger than average cock” so he’s never had that self-consciousness about being seen in the nude). I’ve explained to J that I like watching him walk “away” from me, as well as “towards” me, so it has nothing to do with that, and that I just like watching him walk around like that. In the 15 or 20 minutes or so whilst I was getting dressed, putting on my shoes and waiting for the taxi, he remained completely naked and we continued talking and drinking as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Eventually when his phone went to say the cab was waiting downstairs, he offered to put his robe on and walk down to the foyer with me. But I kissed him goodnight, rubbing his chest and then reaching down to pull gently on his willy telling him “I can see myself out, and besides, I’d prefer to remember my last glimpse of you to be like this”.
The taxi had driven just a few streets when I received a text from V saying “remarkable, unforgettable, insatiable, won’t you come back?” I glanced up at the cabbie’s mirror conscious of not wanting to let him see me giggling to myself as I texted my reply back, “not this time, like to keep you wanting more!”
As we crossed the river I texted J “hope you’re waiting up for me”. His reply came back within a couple of minutes “ready and expecting you naked under your coat”. I thought about telling him he could hardly expect me to be sitting in the back of a taxi driving through the middle of London with nothing on but an overcoat, but instead decided a teasing “you’ll have to wait and see won’t you” was better.
Best wishes - Edith
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Evening with S
S called on Wednesday to see if I could be free the next evening. He was working out of London for the day but although he’d told “everyone else” that he wouldn’t be travelling back until really late, he could actually meet me around 8 p.m. if I wished. I replied that although it was short notice, I would see what I could do and would let him know the next morning.
When I asked J that evening, he was instantly excited and said that, of course, he “wouldn’t mind at all !!!” So I called S the next morning on my way into work and he said he’d book the room at our usual hotel and would meet me there as he wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d get back into London.
I enjoyed an hour or so of shopping in Oxford Street before getting the Tube and Taxi to the hotel. I felt a little nervously “excited” about checking-in at reception myself but once I was in the room it was actually quite arousing to run myself a bath and just soak. I called J to check that he was ok with preparing a meal for the kids (always a worry!) but of course he was more interested in what I was doing and what I was “going to be doing”. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was quite excited to hear I was soaking in the bath just waiting for S to arrive.
After I finished my call, I wrapped myself in a towel, turned on the television news and just lounged on the bed waiting. S had called from his car to say he was on his way . . . but it was close to 9 before he actually called again to say he was downstairs in the car park and to ask what room we were in. A few minutes later he tapped on the door and I welcomed him with a kiss on the cheek . . . and then casually draped my towel over the back of the chair as I walked, naked, back to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed whilst he stood just grinning at me. He then asked if I was hungry and suggested that we ordered a snack, and some wine, from room service whilst he had a shower. I teasingly played the “hurt mistress” by saying he was obviously more interested in food than in seeing me after keeping me waiting for so long. But as he hadn’t eaten much during the day and he wanted to unwind after a long drive, we agreed that he would phone downstairs and order something snacky and quick.
I put my top and skirt back on (to answer the door) and then sat on the toilet seat whilst he showered and talked about his day and his journey. We continued just chatting for quite a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, whilst we snacked, so it was already quite late before he took my plate from me and reached across to start unbuttoning my blouse. I told him that having to get dressed again had been a bit of a passion-killer so he was probably going to find it quite hard to get me “back in the mood”. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist when he’d come out of the shower, but as we began kissing and re-adjusting our position on the bed, it unwrapped and I could see he was certainly already quite aroused.
I was soon undressed again and laying back enjoying his caresses and as he kissed and sucked at my nipples, and I stroked him gently with my hand, I began to feel aroused again. He was soon sliding down my tummy and then lifted me further back on the bed so that he could kneel between my legs and continue to lick at my pussy. I knew I was getting wetter and then felt him sliding his fingers into me. S just does lovely pushing and poking with his fingers and when he is licking and sucking at me at the same time it can sometimes make me come really quickly.
Too quickly actually . . . and I had to push him away and roll over onto my side and curl my knees up into my chest. He knows when I’m like this that I need to just lie still for a while. So he cuddled up behind me stroking my arm and saying something like “I thought you’d lost your passion”.
Eventually I was able to turn back over into him . . . I could feel he was still hard so I started stroking him and kissing his chest. Once I’d recovered my energy I slid down the bed, rolling him more onto his back, so that I could slide my mouth over him. I do enjoy sucking up and down like this, not just the physical feel of it, but it makes me feel that it is because of me that my man has become aroused like this, and I enjoy that sensation as well. J enjoys me being quite aggressive and nibbling, and gently biting, as well as sucking, but S is too sensitive there and says it is painful if I suck too hard, or use my teeth. So I enjoy the difference, knowing that I can make him enjoy things as well.
S then pulled me up and away telling me he needed me to stop now and that he wanted more of me. He was sliding his hands down over me again and sucking down on my nipples. I was holding him and stroking him as he played with me and we moved ourselves more into the centre of the bed. Then he turned me over and slid down to start kissing and massaging my cheeks and then licking and sliding his fingers all around me again. I was shaking and groaning and then pulled one of the pillows down under my tummy as he got off the bed to go to find his jacket.
I could feel him kneeling back on the bed and then licking at me again, his tongue probing and swirling and pushing. It all feels so slow and gentle when he is kissing and touching me like this. He just lifts me up onto my knees and I just pull the pillow tighter into me, my legs sliding wider when I feel him against me. I know I get quite loud as we rock back and forth and I consciously bury my face into the top of the pillow so that I don’t have to lose my concentration and the straining and pushing. I could hear him coming and I wanted him to keep pushing so I turned my head away from the pillow so that I could gasp out “do me, do me” before he could pull away. Those final moments of thrusting and then the sensation of him popping out are just so exhausting that I have to turn my face back into the pillow to stifle my screams.
Afterwards we just lay together, not talking or saying anything, until he starts kissing my back and arm and we slowly recover ourselves and cuddle-up into each other again. We dozed for ages before my phone alarm went off. Sometimes it’s really difficult, and unsettling, to get up and stagger around to find where I’ve put my bag and turn it off. S continued to lie on the bed, but I sat down on the edge and sipped some water, rubbing his back after awhile and telling him we would have to be getting home.
By the time I eventually talked him into getting up and we got dressed and made our way down to the car park it was almost 1 a.m. J was waiting up for me on the sofa as he always does. As I took my coat off the disappointed look on his face reminded me that I’d promised him that I’d come home with nothing on but my coat . . . but his disappointment didn’t last long as I undressed and sat down on his lap to recount the events of my evening!!!
Best wishes - Edith
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Very Naughty but Very Nice with S
I’d texted and chatted with S several times since my embarrassment at falling asleep with him three weeks ago. I’d been determined to make it up to him for that evening and once we’d agreed to meet on Thursday after work, I’d been looking forward to it, and thinking about it, all week.
J and I had a wonderful time on Wednesday evening talking about what I should wear and what I should do to make him completely forget our previous meeting.
I took a change of clothing in to work with me and changed in my office after the other girls had left. I’d chosen a scoop-front top that I would normally wear with a blouse beneath, but felt that my jacket and scarf was modest coverage enough for the cab journey to Hampstead. S was already waiting for me at the restaurant when I arrived. I knew he immediately approved when I unwrapped my scarf and took off my jacket for the waiter to take away, and as I sat down he told me how stunning I’d looked as I walked in through the door.
We ordered our usual pasta’s and salad, but I wouldn’t let him order a whole bottle of wine this time, “you’re driving, and just one glass is all I need tonight thank you!” He laughed and asked if I was turning over a new leaf. I told him I didn’t want to end up falling asleep again and letting him down like last time. He replied “how many times do I have to keep telling you that I wasn’t let down! I always enjoy just being with you”. I nodded appreciatively, but was tingling inside with my own feelings of arousal at wanting to make sure I was different this time! And, anyway, I could tell he was as anxious as I was to finish our meal quickly as we chatted flirtatiously with each other, joking about the therapeutic nature of our meetings and the relief they offered from our “normal” work and family lives.
As we walked to his car I slid my arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek thanking him for the meal and telling him how nice it was to be together again. We kissed again as we sat in the car. He unwrapped my scarf and as we kissed more passionately, he caressed and squeezed me, noting that I obviously didn’t have a bra on under my blouse. He was kissing my neck and began fondling my nipples by sliding his hand down the front of my top. I was enjoying his arousal and returned his caresses and kisses and whispered into his ear that he should get us to the hotel as quickly as he could.
It is only a short drive to our, by now, normal hotel. Once we were inside our room we resumed our kissing and caressing each other and he quickly lifted my top up over my head. I helped him unzip my skirt and sat back on the bed to let him slide off my boots. I was now completely naked and he was sliding down to kiss my tummy and telling me how he could tell I had had a new waxing. I pulled him up though telling him he had to get undressed and that I had to “shower first”. We fumbled and kissed our way into the bathroom and I started the shower whilst he finished undressing. He stepped in behind me, kissing my back and reaching round to rub the soap that I had been foaming up in my hands, onto my back and down to my bottom. He turned me round and bent down to start licking and sucking at my nipples. I was already quite aroused and was delighted to feel that he was as well. I was stroking soap down over his front and down around his balls and between his legs, and he was soaping me in the same way whilst still sucking at me and moving from one breast to the other. We hadn’t been together like this in the shower for ages and I was getting more and more aroused by his kisses and sucking, but also from the sensation of knowing he was so aroused as well.
We stepped out and towelled each other down, inbetween more kisses and stroking. I was enjoying stroking my hand up and down over him and then squeezing him gently, I led him by his cock, into the main room and over to the bed. I told him I had brought a little something for him and pushed him onto his back onto the bed whilst I found where I’d dropped my bag when we’d come in. I lifted out a bottle of gel that I’d brought from home, “just in case you’d forgotten yours” I giggled. He laughed that he’d never forget to bring his own, but it was nice that I’d brought some as well. I slid onto the bed beside him and without even kissing or snuggling up to him first, I reached for his cock again and lent forward to suck him into me. I could tell from his gasps that he was taken by surprise that I was being so aggressive. He was trying to sit up, but I pushed him back down onto his back with my left-hand as I continued to stroke him with my right-hand whilst I sucked up and down on him. I do love the feel of it hard in my mouth like that, and I was sliding my fingers down to cup his balls as I sucked my mouth right down onto him as far as it would go, then lifting back up and sliding upwards until just the head of his cock remained in my mouth. I was flicking my tongue around his head and then sucking down hard on him again.
He was gasping and groaning and pulling at my shoulders saying he wanted to be tasting me. I lifted away and climbed onto him, sliding my pussy over his cock and then sitting down on his tummy. “Do you now” I said “well sometimes I like just tasting you!”. I started to deliberately slide my hips down over his own again, I was really wet and I could feel my pussy sliding over his warm cock. He reached down to hold me by my hips saying “please, please let me lick at you. I love feeling my mouth on you when it’s so smooth”. I told him that as he was asking me so nicely . . . then he could.
I lifted myself back up over his chest, sliding my feet up to his armpits and then pushing myself down to almost sit on his face. He was making the most arousing groans and I could feel his tongue flicking all over me. He was holding me by my hips and pushing me further forward so that he could slide his tongue around to where he really wanted to lick me. I could feel him pushing and probing and then sliding me back again. I told him to “chew me” and was twisting myself around on top of him. I then pulled myself away from his face and slid back down over his chest again. I was leaning forward pushing my nipple into his mouth and then as he was sucking on it, I pulled away and then offered him the other one. Almost without trying my pussy just slid backwards onto his cock and he pushed straight inside me. I started rocking up and down on him . . . both of us gasping and moaning. I slowed the rhythm down a bit and asked him to suck my nipples again just like he had been a minute before. I really felt wonderful sitting up on top of him like this, feeling him inside me and being able to cradle my arms around his head as he sucked on one breast and then the other.
He pulled his mouth away though, gasping that he better come out now. So I lifted myself off him and then sat down on his tummy again, pushing down on his chest with the palm of my hands and then leaning forward to kiss him and swirl my tongue around inside his mouth. We don’t often kiss like this, although I do with J a lot, it’s strange but normally the kisses with S are just more kisses, rather than deep passionate tongues. But I was feeling so totally in control, and so wanting to excite him as much as I could, that I was really enjoying letting myself go and being so aggressive and naughty. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of gel. Still sitting on his tummy, I squeezed a blob into the palm of my hand and then reached around behind me to smear it over his cock. I’d NEVER, EVER done this to him before . . . normally it’s S that wipes the gel onto me . . . and he jumped and gasped as I reached round and stroked another blob up and down over his cock. Then, I wiped some more over my bum and between my cheeks. I was literally shaking from the excitement of knowing I was doing this!!!
I was so aroused I couldn’t be bothered to reach across to put the bottle back on the bedside table so I just dropped it down beside us and then started rubbing myself over his cock. It felt so slippery and so lovely sliding my lips up and down over his cock, but then I lifted up and sat back a little. I had my eyes closed, but could sense him holding his cock and then I could feel it against me as I gently sat backwards. We had never done it like this before, with me sitting on top of him, and I wasn’t sure I could take it . . . but after a few seconds of adjustment I could feel it against my bottom. I wasn’t used to me doing the pushing, or adjusting, and I was groaning quite loudly as we first worked it inside. But then after that initial tightness for a second, I could feel him inside me and I was pushing down on him. We both held our positions for a brief gasping and groaning and him whispering “are you ok?” I answered his question by pushing at him again and then we both started slowly pushing and pulling and lifting and pushing again. I could hear myself making really gutteral moans and he was gasping as well. We rocked together faster and faster until, worried that I was being too loud, I lost my rhythm and had to pull off him and roll onto the bed beside him. He quickly rolled over onto me and lifted me up by my hips. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and knees and he was almost instantly inside me again. It was all so quick and we were both still moaning loudly. He reached both hands around in front of me pulling me into him and I was telling him to “do me, do me”. I came as his fingers were swirling all round my clit and I had completely lost myself in the moment. I pulled his hands away and just collapsed down onto the bed with him falling with me. I could tell by his moans that he had come as well . . . though it wasn’t until a few moments later that I could feel it trickling down between my legs. I was too shattered to worry about wiping it away just yet and we just lay together side by side for quite some time.
We each turned our heads over to face each other and I just smiled and nodded as he whispered “incredible, that was fantastic”. I don’t know why, but we always seem to whisper after we’ve come, rather than talking normally, but it was nice to be told how amazing it had been and how beautiful I was. I replied that men always said things like that when they wanted sex, but S was shaking his head and kissing my shoulder and telling me “it is true, I’m not just saying it. I don’t need to just say it by now, do I?” We lay cuddling and talking for almost an hour, as I just lay on my tummy whilst we chatted about “relationships and marriages” and how lucky we were to be able to share times like these.
S was stroking my back and I had by now rolled over slightly onto my side. We were still exchanging little kisses and as I was becoming aroused again from his caresses, I reached down to start playing with him. I could feel him hard and was enjoying squashing the palm of my hand against the hardness of his cock. He was beginning to squirm and gasp and groan again, saying “I can’t believe I’ve gotten hard again”. He’d found my gel bottle and sat up and squeezed some out into my hand. I obliged as he leant back saying “I really like that”. I was still lying on my side with my bottom leg stretched out and my right leg bent up with my knee resting on my tummy. He moved over and rubbed a blob of the gel between my bum cheeks, sliding his fingers up and down. I brushed his hand away saying “not twice”, but he just suddenly knelt up next to me putting one knee down over my outstretched leg and gently spread my cheeks. I could feel his cock pushing against me and then pushing in. I squirmed and gasped more from surprise, than from discomfort. He was pushing down on my hip with one of his hands whilst guiding himself with the other. I could feel him inside and was pushing with him and trying to twist more towards the bed to get comfortable. I looked up at him and he was grinning back at me and saying “you are just incredible”.
It was nice, but not nice enough for me to feel relaxed enough to let myself go. I could tell he was now completely getting carried away though as he was moaning loudly and pushing faster. But I just had to reach up with my hands and take his arm. “Roll me over again like before. It’s not comfortable for me” I told him. As he pulled away though, I almost came with that relief from him coming out. I crawled up towards the pillow gasping and swearing and burying my face in the pillow. I felt him holding my hips again and then pushing in. We were both moaning and rocking back and forth. I heard him coming and pulling out and I pushed my bum up against him, thrusting it up and down over his cock feeling it wet between my bum cheeks as he gasped and spurted. I stretched my legs out underneath both of us, letting him lie on top of me and feeling his gasping breaths as he lay his face on my shoulders. It was just so, so wonderful to feel him like that, whispering “twice in one night!” and telling me “incredible”.
He could probably sense that I was beginning to feel a little squashed underneath him and he rolled off and we turned into each other to embrace and cuddle together. We dozed for a while, not really sleeping, but just unwinding still in each others arms. I had his top leg squeezed between both of mine, and had my head laying on his shoulder. We lay, not really speaking this time, until my phone alarm began beeping distantly from the bottom of my bag.
The car journey home is only about 15 minutes at this time of night, and we sat parked at the top of my street for a few minutes, still talking and telling each other how nice it had been and agreeing that our “new” hotel was much, much better than having to journey home from the airport or the West End as we had used to.
J was waiting in the front room for me, disappointed that I’d re-dressed completely in our room before coming home. I apologised, and tried to suggestively slide off my knickers over my boots, but I was so exhausted and actually felt a little giddy on my legs, that I rather made a mess of it. I collapsed back onto the sofa, letting him complete my undressing, and promised that “next time I’ll come home completely naked for you”. He wanted to know if I’d had too much wine again, but I replied “No !! one glass actually! And I’m just happy . . . and exhausted”. I told him I needed some wine now actually, and as he returned with the glass I cheekily opened my legs and said “you can kiss me . . . gently . . . if you like”. He leant forward to oblige, lifting up to ask me to tell him “all about it”. As I started recounting the events of the evening I became more and more aroused thinking of just how naughty we’d been . . . in just a few minutes I was holding J’s head firmly against me and rubbing myself so aggressively into his mouth that I came again . . . and no, J wasn’t disappointed, he also came just minutes later, all over my tummy and we ended the evening struggling up the stairs and collapsing into each others arms in bed. Lovely, lovely times . . . and so nice to be able to forget all about work and the office and having to rush home and cook and clean. Just lovely . . .
Best wishes - Edith
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Lunch with V
V was in London for two days and had asked if we could meet for an evening.
The timing wasn’t right for me . . . but he asked if we could at least meet for lunch on Thursday.
After such a difficult and stressful three weeks of demanding clients and unrealistic schedules and budgets it was lovely just to get out of the office for an hour. Just walking the few streets to the cafe, I realised I hadn’t actually taken a proper lunch break away from my desk for two weeks.
V was charming and just so lovely to talk to. We chatted about all the financial stresses that the last few months had brought on all businesses, but particularly on our own. He’d had to make this hurried visit at such short notice just because of those pressures and talked of more difficult times to come.
Just to talk to someone new, away from the office environment, was refreshing and calming. I told V that J does his best to listen to my rants and moans each evening when I get home from the office (though I wish he’d help more with meals and the children’s homework!!!), but I don’t think anyone can really understand the pressures unless you know the situations.
V did actually talk a little more about his own family and home life. I’d never liked to ask too much before . . . so it was nice that he was just opening-up and volunteering the information. I was telling him how it must be nice to be able to get away and visit different countries and different cities so regularly . . . he was telling me how nice it must be to have a stable and regular home life. So just talking about how we each have things that we take for granted, put our envy of the others lifestyle in perspective. Isn’t it so true that the “grass always looks greener on the other side” yet often the reality is that we should be more thankful for the things we have got . . . and possibly worked so hard on to achieve.
I really enjoyed our lunch. I felt much more at ease with him than I had on our previous meetings where, despite what had happened on those occasions, I’d always left feeling still slightly nervous or unsure of myself, as though I was somehow inferior, or perhaps even being used, because of who I worked for, rather than just being liked for who I am.
In our business meetings, and even in our “personal” meetings, I’d always felt slightly over-awed by his presence and, I suppose, suspicious of his motives. Now, as we kissed and said our goodbyes, I felt much more his equal, and much more that perhaps he actually wanted to see me as a person, rather than just as client/customer. I realise this sounds silly, given what had happened between us before (particularly on our last meeting during Wimbledon), but although I can’t properly explain it in words, I KNOW what I mean . . .
. . . and he does really seem a nice, and caring man. He is back in London at the end of October and I have promised to meet him again then.
Best wishes - Edith
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Bad Day . . . Bad Night
S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.
As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.
In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.
The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !
I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.
I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.
When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .
The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.
I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.
We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.
J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!
Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .
S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!
Best wishes - Edith
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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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