Lunch with V yesterday and a Night to Remember
V had been disappointed I couldn’t see him last week and as he was flying back to Brussels for a few days on Friday afternoon I agreed to meet him for lunch.
We spent a lovely hour chatting and catching-up on each others news and plans for the summer. As always, he was just the perfect gentleman and I was flattered and honoured that he wanted me to join him for a day at the tennis when he returns to London next week. I felt terribly guilty to explain it might not be “convenient” next week, but he was gently insistent and told me he would be happy just to share my company and nothing more.
He also reprimanded me for not taking-up his offer to use his apartment for a “weekend get-away” with J, since he had sent me the keys almost two months ago. I told him that things had been so hectic with family commitments that we just hadn’t had the opportunity. I joked that “this evening would have been ideal as both the children are out, my daughter for a sleep-over and my son for an end-of-exam party!”. V replied “well that’s it then, it’s perfect, you have the keys, treat your husband to a night-out”. I laughed off his suggestion, telling him that with both the children out we didn’t need to have a “night-out” anyway. But the more I tried to change the subject, the more he kept returning to the conversation, telling me how much he thought J would enjoy a “surprise treat”. I thought of the upsetting “surprise” I’d almost let-down J with last week, (though of course I couldn’t tell V about), and started to giggle and nod that “I’m sure he would enjoy it”. V reached over to my mobile lying on the table next to my glass and tapped it and said “I challenge you to call him and ask now!” Despite my protests that he wouldn’t want to be called in the middle of work . . . !!! . . . I found V’s suggestions and persistence quite intriguing and exciting . . . and remembered J’s statement from my “spur-of-the-moment moment” that I “could’ve called first!”
So I did . . . I telephoned him to say “I’m sitting in a cafe with V . . . he’s flying out this afternoon and saying we should spend the night at his apartment”. Of course I knew we couldn’t possibly spend the whole night away from home, but I could tell by J’s reaction and his voice at the other end of the phone that he found the idea as exciting as I was, increasingly, finding it. I relayed J’s acceptance to V, who laughed and clapped his hands in an excited gesture of satisfaction. After I’d ended my call with J, telling him I’d call him back later with the arrangements, V reached across to take both my hands in his, telling me he knew J would find both the invitation, and the circumstances in which it was made, too much to resist.
Our goodbye kisses were more passionate than they should have been in public and I promised to text him tomorrow to tell him how the evening had been, and that I would accept his invitation to the tennis but that I would feel guilty about not being able to spend any time “alone” with him.
So . . . True to my word I texted him this afternoon telling him how wonderful our evening at his apartment had been. “Truly an evening to remember” I texted. And it had been . . . we had been like newly-weds over the past week anyway, (since my adventure of last Monday week) but J was even more carried-away and aroused and excited last night than I can remember him being since, I think, the first of my “flings” with S all those years ago. He wanted to indulge in every room of the apartment, despite me telling him that V and I had only consummated our affair in the main room and the bedroom. He was still following me around trying to convince me we could “do more” as I was trying to hang-up the towels on the rails in the bathroom, and clean away the glasses we’d used from V’s kitchen.
We eventually left well past 1 a.m. this morning . . . I dozed in the car on the way home . . . and we were both in such a good mood that I couldn’t even get upset when we arrived home to find my son had returned from “a boring party” with almost a dozen “mates” to have their own party in our front room. We slipped away upstairs and were soon oblivious to the noise of music and loud teenage voices from downstairs.
A wonderful, wonderfully “sexciting” evening . . . our disagreements and J’s annoyance . . . and my feelings of guilt from my indiscretion of two weeks ago, completely over with, though (obviously) not forgotten !!!
Best wishes - Edith
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A Spur-of-the-moment Moment !!
This entry wasn’t going to be posted . . . J’s initial reaction to my “mis-adventure” brought me down to earth to the realities of our situation. But over the past few days and nights as we both re-counted, re-explored, and re-lived the details of last Monday, it’s suddenly become alright again. Re-discovering each other all over again, has been just simply glorious and that feeling of release and “sharing” feeling has been an explosion of emotions and enjoyment all over again. We’ve been like newly-weds the last two nights, and especially again after this morning when we actually confronted the subject of my adventure.
So . . . whilst we all do things on the “spur of the moment” . . . things that we often live to regret . . . I’ve always believed that I was able to perfectly control my emotions and desires and never embarrass myself on a “personal relationship” issue. But on Monday I did something completely irrational and silly that could easily have gone completely wrong, or worse-still, ruined J’s trust in my ability to judge what is “ok” and what is not in our relationship.
I had booked a day-off from the office to manage a family appointment. On my way home from the first part of my errand, I decided to pop-into my gym as both J and I have had to miss our normal Sunday morning work-outs for the past few weeks. Unlike the normal weekend-mornings, there was virtually nobody else around and I had most of the equipment to myself.
After just a few minutes though I was joined by one of the regular trainers from our Sunday morning classes. He’s a young Canadian and has always been very helpful and attentive and has that bouncy outgoing charm and chat that seems natural for so many North Americans! J had often remarked in the past that he “obviously has a thing for you” and I’d enjoyed exchanging flirty comments and teasing with him on numerous occasions. Even without J around, it just seemed natural to continue with our normal conversations and teasing jokes and jibes. I explained the reasons for my unexpected week-day presence and found myself enjoying his undivided attention and company. He was just finishing his shift and his invitation to join him for a “winding-down session and massage” at his house “just around the corner” came so out-of-the-blue and yet so easily and naturally that to my complete astonishment I found myself saying “yes alright then” without stopping to think! It wasn’t until I gathered my belongings from the locker and walked out into the corridor where he was waiting that it suddenly hit me just exactly what I’d agreed to.
He was still chatting non-stop as we walked towards my car, his words and voice unintentionally distracting me from the sudden panic-attack thoughts racing round in my head. My throat was dry and my heart pumping as we reached the car with me desperately trying to think of some viable way of “changing my mind”. Here I was accepting directions from, and driving-off with, a young man whom I knew nothing about and who was almost half my age.
It was already too-late of course, and as I drove I felt tingly flashes of excitement as well as the flashes of doubt! “In for a penny, in for a pound” I reassured myself in my head. The house he shared was indeed only a few streets from the gym. And he led me into the kitchen explaining that his housemates would all be out at work doing “normal 9 to 5’s”.
He poured some juices from the fridge and with glasses in hand said “come on, we’ll be more comfortable in my room”. It was clearly a single-man’s room, clothes draped around in piles on a chair and a desk against the window. I recognised a Poster from the Gym on one wall with smaller pin-up type pictures of young ladies stuck randomly alongside. One of those hand-held type barbell exercise thingys sat on the end of the desk, amongst magazines and books. But before I had the time to take much more of my surroundings in, he was standing in front of me pulling me into an embrace . . . my head was swimming, I felt silly again, rather than aroused. Disorientated and suddenly out of place . . . the tingles were replaced again by an embarrassed, awkward feeling of silliness.
There was no question that he had a lovely body. I’d always admired his bulges and tight chest beneath his gym vest, and lovely long bronzed legs in his shorts and trainers. But I stood unable to respond at all as he continued his embrace and running his hands down my back and over my hips. I managed to extricate myself and stammer “you’re going too fast for me. I thought you just wanted to give me a massage!”
He apologised and pulled away and I managed to regain some of my composure as I navigated my way to the computer chair in front of his desk. “I like my shoulders done!” I told him. He stood behind me and began working on my shoulders and neck as I looked out of the window down onto the street below. I could see my car parked directly across the road and a mother pushing a pushchair along the pavement . . .
I was actually enjoying his massaging fingers across my shoulders and leant forward to give him more access to my back . . . Cooing my satisfaction and encouragement as his hands squeezed and kneaded up to my shoulders again. He then ran his fingers up the back of my neck through my hair onto the back of my head and it felt really lovely. I’d never had a head massage before! Lovely!
He was becoming bolder now as my pleasure at his massaging was audibly obvious. But of course it was just the soothing and relaxing pleasure of his massage, not of arousal, and as his fingers strayed down over my shoulders to my breasts I suddenly remembered where I was again and what his intentions and expectations obviously were. All those teasing and suggestive remarks that both I and J had made in his company on our Sunday morning sessions came back to me. Now I really was here, really was with him, and . . .
It did feel exciting, and naughty, and very, very silly as well. There was no turning back now . . . and, actually, despite my misgivings later, and J’s response, and the realisation of how much I’d compromised both myself and J, . . . at that precise time, I didn’t want to stop. I was suddenly enjoying what was happening, and what I was doing. I wanted to be there, and I wanted him to be excited, I wanted to excite him. I wanted to touch him and have him touch me. I wanted to be what I was, an older woman exciting and arousing this younger man who could have had any number of the younger, more supple, more attractive women I’d often see in the gym.
I stood up and this time embraced him. Now I was running my hands down his back, running my hands over his hips and around his waist. I could feel the bulge in his shorts. I pulled back a little “you can take my top off if you like” I told him. I raised my arms to help him lift it up over my head, and let out little moans of encouragement as he bent down to suck at my nipples. I didn’t need to look at them to know they were hard and straining erect, I could feel them!!! As he continued to suck, I let him slide down my tracksuit pants over my bottom, and I started to lift his own vest up over his chest. He had to pull away to free his head and arms, but then bent forward again to continue sucking at me. I was reaching down into his shorts now and sliding the palm of my hand over his hardness, and then with both my hands I grasped the waistband of his shorts and started to pull them down. We had to release each other to continue shaking our clothes, and trainers, off, before he pulled me down onto the bed with him. He felt smooth and hard all over and I wanted to lift up and look at him . . . and he was smooth . . . completely smooth all over! His body was just as nice as it always looked under his vest, but I’d imagined him to be bigger and more muscular down there as well, and had to consciously hide my disappointment that he actually wasn’t any different. In proportion with his muscular chest and arms, his erection was much less impressive than I’d hoped it would be . . . certainly thinner than V. I started stroking him there but he was already turning me over and climbing over me and sucking at my breasts again. I held his head in my hands and guided him from one to the other and tried to adjust myself beneath him more comfortably as his hands were reaching between my legs.
His rubbing, and pushing my legs wider with his own, was all happening too quickly though, and I pulled his head up away from me and said “slow down a bit, let me get comfortable”. I pulled myself up the bed further and then reached down between our tummies. I held him with one hand and started to rub the head of his willy over my lips and clit. He was propped up with an arm either side of me, looking down at me guiding him over and around my pussy. “You look beautiful down there” he said. I could only think to answer “so do you”, as I continued rubbing myself with him. I’d never been with a completely clean-shaven man before, it seemed strange and arousing at the same time and I liked looking down between us and seeing his arms and tummy flexing and straining.
I guided him into me and then lifted my legs around his bottom and hugged myself around his shoulders and up into his chest, as he pushed into me. His stroking was nice at first, slow and rhythmic, but he then started pushing faster and faster. I started thrusting back, not through a feeling of enjoying it more, but almost remotely . . . feeling like I had to respond in the same way to make it seem like I was enjoying it too. I could tell he was certainly enjoying it, and he was lifting himself up now, reaching down with his hands under my back to lift me more upwards and into him. We both had our eyes open looking at each other . . . He smiled at me and said “you look beautiful”. I couldn’t answer as he stroked more and more. With S, or V, I would have been able to say “slow down” or “let’s change to this”, but now I couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t that I felt that he was more in control than I wanted, but more that I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t enjoying his attentions. I wanted to be wanted, I wanted to be desired like this. If this is what he wanted me to be, I wanted to be it for him. And he was certainly able to keep his rhythm and stroking going. We rocked back and forth . . . for what seemed like quite a long time . . . it was nice, and it was stimulating, but . . .
Then I began to sense and feel him changing his pushing and thrusting. His eyes closed and his face began to tighten. “On my tummy” I told him, trying to gently pull away from him. But he was gripping me tighter and now pumping quicker. “Why?” he was gasping. “Because I want you to, not inside” I was saying. I had managed to pull him out now and slide further under him, clamping my legs around his bum and thrusting myself against him in rhythm to meet his pumping. “Why?” he continued asking, but not relaxing his pumping for one stroke. I kept clamped around him, bucking back in time against him. “Because that’s where I like it. Come on. Come on”.
He let go of my hips falling forwards to balance himself with his hands on either side of me on the bed again. We were both gasping, him with his coming as he splurted out on my tummy, me with the exertion of his pumping me back and forth on the bed and trying to keep my legs clamped around his bottom. We rolled over onto our sides and both relaxed our grips on each other. I slid my head up onto his shoulder and relaxed into his chest as he rolled back onto his back. He was panting slightly and I could smell that we were sweaty as well as spermy. He asked if I wanted a towel, but I shook my head and told him I just wanted to lay there for a while. He said “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day I saw you.” I giggled and replied “Me too”. It wasn’t a lie, I had wanted to that first morning when I’d seen him and we’d started chatting about how long J and I had been members. I stroked his chest and told him how smooth and firm he felt. We continued complimenting each other until I changed the subject matter to questions about the reasons he’d come to London, his family and life back home and what his plans were.
We’d been chatting for 15 or 20 minutes when he started wanting to stroke me again, but I told him I had to go as I had some important errands. He continued chatting as we dressed, offering coffee and wanting to “arrange another time”. . . I felt embarrassed and awkward again now, anxious just to leave and gather my thoughts. As we stood inside the front door saying our goodbyes, I could tell he felt as awkward as I did. I crossed the road and got into the car without looking up. As I indicated and pulled away I glanced across to see him standing on the doorstep watching me as I drove away.
My heart was thumping again as I drove home and rushed to shower and change. (I really did have to be somewhere else and was running late). It had been unfulfilling and yet tremendously exciting and naughty . . . I was bursting to tell J. It was hours before I would see him, and it wasn’t something I’d be able to tell him about over dinner!
I phoned him on his mobile. Blurting out what had happened, with a mixture of excitement and yet embarrassment . . . I knew it had been silly . . . and dangerous . . . but we’d often talked about it, surely he’d be excited too, and tell me how much of a “turn-on” it was.
It wasn’t the right time to call. It wasn’t the right time to tell him. And he said everything that I’d thought about as I showered. I’d gone back to a strangers home, someone I didn’t really know. What if he’d turned-out to be completely different to how I’d thought? And, we’d been going to the gym for years, everyone knew us there. He is bound to tell someone. And . . . all the other things that I’d been asking myself since . . .
For the first time in memory, an evening following “an adventure” wasn’t the usual wonderful time that J and I would normally spend together . . . but, over the next three nights and mornings as we’ve talked, and enjoyed the excitement, we’ve agreed . . . it has happened, something we can’t turn the clock back on, a moment that possibly would never have happened if we were just like most normal couples or friends that we know, or . . . then again, perhaps it is just as likely to happen to one of those normal couples but they just wouldn’t be able to deal with it in the way we are able to. To treat it as exactly for what it was. A spur-of-the-moment adventure, not life-changing, not meant to change anyone’s life or relationship, just a moment of fun and excitement that we should be thankful we are able to experience.
This morning I was able to chat for a few minutes with my young man. I was flattered that he wants to arrange “another personal massage” session. J and I had already agreed that although he enjoys knowing that S and V know “he knows”, in this instance, we felt it best that our gym instructor should not be told of our “unusual” arrangement and should think that J is completely unaware of the events of last Monday!!!
On Tuesday morning, I’d told both S and V that I wouldn’t be available during this week (to great disappointment from them both), because in the light of what had happened the day before, I knew I just wouldn’t have been myself . . . but this morning has just been so wonderful, it’s almost been like we’ve discovered our adventure and excitement for the very first time all over again.
Best wishes - Edith
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Spoilt for choice !!!
Two phone calls one after the other yesterday morning!!!
The first, on my way in from work, was from S telling me that he was "away" at a conference in Surrey for two days (one night) next week. He wanted to know if I could join him for a "sleep over" !! I giggled that it might be difficult but I would see what I could do.
Then I'd only just arrived at the office when V called. He's been calling me quite regularly recently (previously it could be weeks between calls or texts from him, so it's strange but curious!). He wanted to tell me that he'll be in London for a few days next week and is anxious for me to meet him at his apartment (he sent me a set of keys a month ago which I haven't used yet!)
So . . . I'm spoilt for choice !!!
I obviously can't see them both . . . but J and I had a "lovely time" last night talking about how I should respond to my invitations !!
Best wishes - Edith
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Spring cleaning . . . with S !!!
Every year in May, J’s brother hosts an annual end-of-football-season day for the boys team he coaches. It seems to get bigger and become more involved every year, and our whole extended family (all football mad) normally journey down to his home on the south coast to help out. For the past two years I’ve been able to talk J into letting me stay at home, telling the in-laws that I’m “spring cleaning”, but instead have been able to invite S round to “keep me company”.
J reminded me at the beginning of the month that his brothers day was on the Bank Holiday Saturday and that we had all been invited to stay for the weekend . . . but was I going to “stay at home again and ‘spring-clean’ instead!” I told him that even if S wasn’t able to meet me, I still would much prefer to stay in London.
I hadn’t seen S for over a month but we’d spoken on the phone on several occasions and had been exchanging our regular text messages. He’d asked about “this years end-of-season day” hoping it would be changed to a Sunday as he had a family event of his own on the Saturday night that he couldn’t avoid attending. I told him the bad news that it was on Saturday and that I would be taking J and the children to the station early on Saturday morning and he was welcome to come round any time after 10 a.m. if he wished. He replied that he’d be most unpopular at home, but he would definitely make some excuse and sneak away for a couple of hours!.
I returned from taking J and the children to the station and quickly arranged the front-room . . . getting out the sofa-bed and bringing down some extra pillows and cushions . . . whilst I ran myself a bath. I knew that S had been fascinated by our “toy box” last time, so I slid that under the sofa-bed along with some of our DVDs, and set-up some Cds on the stereo. I barely get the chance to listen to my own music anymore as the children seem to be ever-present in the front room with their own music or horrible television programmes, so it was relaxing . . . and exciting . . . to lie back in the bath and hear the gentle sounds of my own music playing downstairs in the front room. It is quite exciting and arousing being able to entertain my lover in my own house and I wanted to make it a special and memorable day for him, even if he could only stay for “a couple of hours”, so as I soaked I thought about what I should wear to welcome him at the front door.
I drained the bath and sat at the mirror and had just started my make-up when my mobile beeped with a text. It was almost 10 and he wanted to know if he could “pop-round yet”. I texted a simple “yes” as my reply and knowing that I would only have a few minutes before he arrived, I decided that finishing my hair and eyes was more important than choosing something to wear . . . and that he would probably enjoy me opening the door just wrapped in my towel anyway! As I finished my lipstick I smeared a little around each of my nipples as well . . . not enough to make them a different colour . . . just a smidgeon to give them a little extra “taste”.
It really was just a few minutes after his text that the door bell rang . . . and I peeked cautiously through the curtains to make sure it was him and not someone canvassing for the European Elections !! We greeted each other with passionate kisses the minute I closed the door and he was unwrapping my towel whilst we still stood embracing in the hallway. He was running his hands down my back and almost instantly leaning forward to suck at my nipples. He noticed the taste straight away, gasping “god” . . . before leaning forward for more. “Do you like that?” I asked. “I can put more on if you like!” He dropped down onto his knees and started kissing and trying to flick his tongue between my lips, but I had my legs clenched together and . . . telling him that I hadn’t “put any lipstick on down there!!” . . . I pulled him up and led him into the front room.
I asked him how long he could stay as I walked around to the dining table to pour some wine. He didn’t answer immediately, just saying how he loved watching me walk “round nude like that”. I handed him his glass and said “well I’d like to see you nude please”. I sat down on the edge of the sofa bed and reached for the remote controls to turn down the music on the stereo slightly and turn on the DVD player. I glanced away from him undressing, just to make sure that the movie was starting correctly on the screen, and then turned back to help him undo his belt and slide down his trousers and pants. His willy popped-out not quite hard, but I could tell he was excited. I leant forward and scooped him into my mouth, reaching round with each hand on his bum cheeks to pull him closer into me. I felt him drop his shirt onto the floor and then him lifting each ankle out of his trousers as I continued with my sucking. He then stood perfectly still, resting his hands on my shoulders as I rocked back and forth with my head. I lifted my face away, giggling and leaning forward again to kiss his, by now completely hard cock and then down a little further to kiss him on his balls. I smacked him on his bum and told him to take his socks off. “I hate it when men keep their socks on!” I told him. He laughed and sat down next to me, saying that I hadn’t given him enough time to get undressed properly.
I dropped down onto my knees on the floor in front of him, pulling his legs apart and replying “that’s because I’ve been so desperate to see you. Now just watch the movie!” I leant forward again and sucked my mouth down onto him. He gasped quite loudly . . . I’m not sure because of what I was saying, or because of what I was doing . . . but I then felt him relax, as I continued stroking my mouth up and down on him. As I lifted up with one stroke to pause open my mouth from him and flick my tongue around the head, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Instead of looking at the action on the TV screen as I’d thought he would be, he had his eyes closed and his lips just opening and closing. I slid my mouth down on him again and then up and down in sliding strokes, trying to lick occasionally to keep my mouth wet and warm. After just a few more strokes I heard him groan in that distinctive, slightly throaty sound, that I know means he has gone past the point of trying to hold back or think of other things. It’s not a particularly loud or long groan, but more just a sign that he has completely relaxed and resigned himself to letting himself come. I’ve known him long enough now to know when he has got to that point. I lifted my mouth away for a moment and could see that little glint of moisture in the eye of his cock. I leant forward again to slide down on him for one more wet sucking motion and then as I lifted up and away I just held him in one hand with my fingers and thumb squeezing him gently, pushing on my wrist with my other hand to aim his cock back against his tummy as I watched him squirt with sudden spurts of white splashing out onto his stomach. He splashed several more times and then as more dribbled out onto my fingers, I stroked them up and down gently. I love holding it like this when it feels nice and warm and wet and gently firm.
He was groaning gently . . . but then gasped loudly as I lifted up on my knees and let him watch as I rubbed both of my slippery hands over my nipples. I then leant forward into him rubbing them over his chest and smearing it over both of us as I lifted up to kiss him and push him back onto the bed. We pulled ourselves up with our backs against the cushions and started to watch the movie playing on the DVD. I rolled over slightly on my side so that I could reach over and keep playing with his willy and his balls . . . “I like to feel it going rubbery and softer” I protested as he kept pulling my hand away. But he insisted it was just ticklish and distracting, rather than arousing, so we just cuddled together and instead of continuing to watch the television started chatting about his commitments that evening . . . and the excuses he’d had to make to get away for the morning.
I got up off the bed to top-up the wine and enjoyed his comments about how “stunning” I looked “in the nude” as I walked back to put the glasses on the coffee table next to the sofa. “I’d rather have her figure” I said as I motioned to the girl on the TV screen who was clearly enjoying the attentions of two men and another woman. But I was enjoying his insistence that I was “sexier by far” as I leant back beside him and he slid his hand down between my legs. He leant forward sucking on my breasts, making me shiver, as he released a splash of wine from his mouth onto first one nipple and then the other. I asked him to put my own glass down onto the table and then lay further back pulling his head down onto my nipples and asking him to “suck my boobs some more”. His free hand was sliding further and further between my legs and I opened them wider to encourage him more. “I’ve got some of our toys under the bed” I told him as he sat up and was beginning to slide down between my, by now, wide open legs. He grinned and knelt down on the floor immediately, pulling out the box with wild excitement. As he lifted it up onto the bed I could see his willy wobbling back into life. He lifted up one of the over-sized dildo’s that J had rather optimistically bought me some years ago, but I shook my head “too big” I giggled. I sat up and instead pulled out a much smaller, but much nicer vibrator. “It’s smooth and curvy. I like this one!” I said and leaned back against the back of the sofa-bed, pulling my heels back to my bottom and spreading myself out for him.
He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and leaned forward buzzing it over me in exactly the right place straight away. I was groaning my appreciation and looked down at him to make sure he was looking up at me as I started pinching and pulling at my nipples. I love seeing him enjoying me being so naughty, and I was helping him keep the vibro in the right spot by rotating myself slightly in time with his movements, but then feeling myself getting a little too excited, I told him “push him inside now”. I lifted my hips up slightly to help the angle, and then gurgled as he leant forward and started licking at me as well. “I really like that” I was telling him, as he stroked the vibro in and out and was sucking on my clit at the same time. “Out, out” I was telling him, “rub it over me” as he lifted his face away and I reached down with my fingers to spread my lips for him.
I hadn’t really intended for the toys to be anything more than just a bit of fun for me to see his reaction . . . just some initial teasing and playing . . . but the buzzing and tingling and his licking had made me really, really aroused. “Push him in again” I instructed. “Fuck me, fuck me with him!” I had my legs spread wide and had lifted my feet up off the bed . . . and as I looked down at him I could see him watching intently as he pushed it in and out of me. I reached down with both hands to spread my lips open wider and was so worked up I just HAD to finger myself rubbing feverishly over my clit until I came with loud gasps. I rolled over pushing the vibrator and his hands away and just swearing with loud moans as I curled up onto my side, reaching over to pull him into me. “Sorry, cuddle me!”. We lay for quite some time . . . a long time actually . . . me dozing, him occasionally trying to stir me by kissing my neck and back. I would shake him away, telling him “just cuddles at the minute”. Both the DVD and the music had stopped, and I made S get-up to change them. This time I could comment on him. “You’ve got a lovely bottom” I told him as he stood in front of the stereo searching through the Cds. I teased him about his choice of the DVD which he’d already put on, as a huge breasted girl appeared on the screen. He protested that as none of the DVDs had covers his choice had been entirely random. As he came back to join me on the sofa bed I asked “would you prefer mine to be like that though? I’ve always wanted bigger tits” (His wife is quite a bit bigger than me as well, so my question was not quite so joking as I’d tried to make it seem). He answered that he loved my figure just as it was and that he’d never seen nipples as wonderful as mine!. He tried to emphasise the point by wanting to suck at them again, but I told him I still wanted “just cuddles” and he’d have to make do with watching “those big ones bouncing about on the TV”. Eventually though, I needed to excuse myself “for a wee”.
I returned from the bathroom to find that he’d found several of my wands from the toy box. I knelt back down next to him and then pushed him onto his back and rolled over on top of him. “Why am I not surprised you’d find those?” I chastised. We wrestled playfully as he tried to roll me over onto my back. I could feel his willy rubbing hard against me and I reached down to squeeze it and hold onto it as he rolled on top of me. He was sucking at my nipples again and then as I let go of him he slid down my tummy to start licking at my pussy, whilst stretching his arms up my chest and pressing the palms of his hands down on my nipples. I could hear myself groaning and I spread my legs and was soon lifting my hips up and down off the bed again as his tongue swirled around and up and down on me. He sat up and then turned me over onto my tummy. I lifted myself forwards up onto my knees, pulling myself up onto the back of the sofa. His tongue and kisses followed me and I could hear myself getting louder and louder as I felt him spreading my bum cheeks and sliding and pushing his tongue round and down and up and down . . . and round and round.
As he paused, and got up off the bed for a moment, I reached down between my legs . . . wanting to let him see my fingers playing, sliding up from under my pussy to where he’d just been licking, and sliding down over my lips again. “I don’t want the wand” I said as I felt him get back onto the bed. “I haven’t got the wand”, he replied. I felt his fingers sliding gel over me and then him pressing against me.
There’s something about being in your own home, in your own front room, which is so much more relaxing and liberating than being in a hotel room, or someone else’s bed. I wanted to be naughty, really naughty, and wanted to be able to let myself go . . . and I wanted to scream and let him know how aroused I was and how much I was enjoying him being inside. I could hear him gasping as well, his grunts in rhythm with his thrusts and my gasps and moans in time with his. I could feel his hands tightening on my hips and could hear him gasping louder, but I wanted his fingers, so trying to keep my balance in between his thrusts, I reached round to pull one of his hands round in front of me. I could hear him coming, but I was getting closer and closer as well. “Pussy me!” I was gasping as I felt his tummy falling forwards onto my back. He gasped out he was coming, but kept pushing for a few thrusts more and I exploded as well, clamping his fingers on my pussy and then falling forward with loud screams as I felt him popping out and that sudden straining release that comes with that moment.
We just lay, both on our tummies, side by side for ages and ages. He knows I don’t like to be touched at these moments, so we both just lay still. So still, that I dozed off again. Baths, wine, sex . . . always make me sleepy, it doesn’t matter what time of day, or night, it is . . . I always seem to fall asleep afterwards, the bigger the moment the more sleepy I seem to be.
The music had stopped again when I stirred. S was returning from the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat up feeling hot and sweaty . . . it had looked like being a nice day when I’d driven J and the children to the station earlier . . . and now the sun was streaming in through the patio doors and I suddenly realised how warm the room was. “I should really be going” he said. I nodded reluctantly, I’d wanted him to have been able to stay longer (much longer). I suggested he might want to shower first . . . “to wash off the gel and the smell of what you’ve been doing”. He agreed and we gathered his clothes and I led him upstairs to the bathroom. I sat and chatted as he showered. We then returned downstairs to collect his phone and shoes from the front room. He asked if I’d like his help to put the sofa-bed away, but I teased him that as J and the kids were away for the night, he might like to sneak round at midnight for a “sleep-over” of his own. He replied that he really wished that were possible, but . . .
We kissed our goodbyes in the hallway . . . and I collapsed back into the sofa bed, exhausted and happy that we’d been able to enjoy the few hours that we’d had, but sad that I would now be completely alone without company until the next day . . . well . . . alone except for my toy-box!!!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, erotic, extra-marital, fling, fun, infidelity, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
Knowing how lucky I am . . .
Went jogging with the girls yesterday morning for our first run in a month.
With all the usual chat and moaning about their husbands and lack of excitement and “performance” . . . and gossip about the latest scandals of friends or acquaintances . . . it just makes me realise again how lucky I am to share such a wonderful relationship and “lifestyle” with J.
Of course I receive lots of emails to my diary from wives (and even more from husbands) who say their marriage is boring and unfulfilling and any sexual intimacy or excitement has completely disappeared from their relationship. That their partners no longer initiate or want sex . . . or it is “demanded” in a rush and over in minutes with no excitement or enjoyment.
But when I hear similar comments from my own close friends it is much more poignant and, on the one hand, makes me feel sorry for them . . . especially as I feel I can’t exactly “open up” and reveal our own exciting times . And on the other hand, I find myself returning home feeling quite elated and aroused . . . and then disappointed as I cuddled and kissed with J, that he was on his way out to take my son to his football for the afternoon!!!
During our run, and when we stopped for our usual coffee at the end, I felt guilty for feeling so “smug”, wanted to say (to one of my more vocal jogging friends in particular) that perhaps “they” should be trying harder, or doing something different in their relationship (no I DON’T mean having an affair), but I had to bite my lip and just say nothing or shrug my shoulders in agreement and just say “yes I know what you mean”.
Sad, and silly, that we seem to make our own relationships so complicated and difficult !!!!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Catching Up with S . . .
S had called me on my way into work on Tuesday asking if I was free the next evening. I was still feeling happy from a lovely weekend with J (in the aftermath of my meeting with V before the holiday weekend). I agreed “of course”. The events of the rest of the day with the arrival of my “present” from V, and J’s subsequent excitement that evening, meant I was feeling even more excited about catching-up with S as I journeyed into the office the next morning and we exchanged texts about “time and place”.
We met at our usual restaurant in Hampstead and spent the meal talking about our respective Easter weekends. As we finished and walked to the car S surprised me by saying he’d booked a different hotel, “still close-by”, because he fancied a “change”.
Although the hotel itself was bigger, and I have driven past it on numerous occasions over the years, the room was actually smaller . . . and the bathroom tiny. “May be not such a good choice!” was S’s response. But I insisted that I needed a bath rather than a shower, so he started the water whilst I opened the wine and undressed.
He sat on the toilet seat next to the bath as I soaked. I used to make excuses like asking him to bring me my phone from my bag, when I wanted to, more thoroughly, clean my “bits and pieces”, quickly sponging and sliding whilst he was out of the room for a few moments. But we’ve known each so long that such embarrassments now seem churlish and unnecessary, but as I lifted myself up in the bath a little to make my adjustments, he leant forward offering “I’ll do that for you” . . . so I pouted my disapproval “I might not want to be touched there!”. Then having to giggle as I saw the look of disappointment in his face.
I stood up and accepted the towel he handed to me, he knows I like to “drip dry”, and we exchanged places. I leant forward and washed his back and neck with the small hand towel we’d somehow mistaken for the flannel, and he spent the next few minutes soaking and telling me about his plans for the family summer holiday. As he stepped out I told him he had to let me dry him down . . . I always find it fascinating how a man’s willy can be so different and so much smaller when it is flaccid and “unexcited”. Not that I mentioned this to S of course, as I knew I would find it so much more attractive to look at in a few minutes time.
I was feeling quite wilful and led him into the main room, still holding on to his willy which I could start to feel growing a little stiffer as we reached the bed. He unwrapped my towel and we began to kiss as I continued stroking him, and he began running his hands down my back and cupping the cheeks of my bottom in his hands. As I released him to run my hand up to his shoulder I felt his firmness slap against me. He turned to sit down on the bed and pull me down with him but I resisted and instead pulled him to his feet again. I turned round and leant forward against the table telling him “I thought you might prefer to kiss me like this first”. He knelt down behind me and I immediately felt his tongue sliding up and down between my cheeks. I opened my legs wider and asked “fingers!”, gasping as he reached around with both hands and started rubbing and sliding them over my lips and clit. I was spread face down across the table holding the edges with both hands and just pushing myself up on tip-toes, lifting my bottom up and loving the sensations of his fingers circling round and round and then sliding into my pussy. His tongue was lapping down to meet his fingers and then sliding back up again and I could feel it circling round and round and then pushing and probing.
I moaned my disappointment when he stopped and stood up . . . but then I felt his cock rubbing under my lips and sliding back and forth between them. I released my grip from the table top and reached down between my legs to take his cock and guide it into my pussy. We were pushing back and forth against each other now, rocking against the table as I had the palm of one hand against the wall, and the other between my legs feeling him sliding in and out between my fingers. I was urging him to “fuck me”, and he was holding me by the hips with both his hands and stroking in and out. I was getting quite carried away and could hear myself getting louder and louder in urging him on. Then I heard him cry out “I can’t” and he pulled away and then forward into me again, rubbing his cock with much faster strokes against the cheeks of my bum. He gasped out and then I felt him splashing across my bottom and the small of my back. I reached around to grasp his hips to hold him in position and rubbed back against him, letting him feel me rubbing his cock between, the now very slippery, cheeks of my bottom.
I stood up and turned round and moved him to the bed . . . laughing and cursing as we had to struggle for a few moments to pull the sheets back as they were so tightly tucked under the edges of the mattress. We collapsed onto the bed together, S still moaning and me giggling as I told him “Isn’t it a nice feeling to rub yourself clean against such clean, freshly starched sheets!”.
We lay recovering quietly for a while. I was still lying on my stomach when he sat up next to me and then moved down to start kissing my bum cheeks and trying to slide his tongue between my cheeks again. I rolled over onto my back and told him “I need kissing here actually” . . . I know he likes me to spread my lips for him and I wanted to feel his tongue and fingers there again.
S does do such lovely things with his fingers, not just stroking around me, but he slides one and then two fingers into me between my lips and then plays with quicker and quicker strokes with two fingers of his other hand over my clit. I like to lift those fingers away and lift them up to my mouth and suck them for a moment before guiding them back down to the spot again. I was really tingling now and bouncing up and down more and more as his swirling and fingering got faster and faster. I came with a long, long groan, lifting his fingers out of me but holding his other hand onto me as I bucked upwards with those final few thrusts. I turned over again and asked him to “cuddle me please”.
By the time we’d lay together, recovering, and then turning back to face each other and cuddling and talking more, we were both surprised at my phone alarm ringing to tell me it was 15 minutes to midnight. Neither of us had dozed, we’d just been stroking and talking and the whole evening had just gone by without us realising how late it was.
We dressed and tidied up . . . S pointing out that I was lucky the wine was a screw-top as I’d hardly had a sip from my glass . . . I pushed it into my handbag, and asked if he’d mind me sharing it with J when I got home!!!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, erotic, extra-marital, fling, fun, infidelity, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
A Surprise Delivery . . .
Back in the office yesterday after the holiday weekend and mid-morning I was surprised to receive a small padded envelope delivered by courier. It was from V . . . the keys to his apartment!!!
I'd mentioned during our evening last week, that J and I were finding it more and more difficult to find “free time” together now that the children were getting older and staying-up later. I was moaning that in previous years we’d "made" time and had occasionally left the children with one or the other of our parents and managed at least one weekend break away together. But that this year J felt we couldn’t afford it.
V’s note with the keys said “a mistress such as you should have more than just the keys to my heart! Enjoy a weekend away with your husband.”
I telephoned him at his office straight away to say thank you and he said I must tell him in advance so that he could warn his cleaner not to turn-up whilst we were there, but that otherwise I was free to use it to "get away" whenever we felt the need.
When I got home last night and showed my gift to J he got very excited and was immediately on the phone asking his parents if they could house, and children, sit this weekend !!!
Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary
Labels: affairs, erotic, extra-marital, fling, fun, infidelity, lover, naughty, sex, sexy, woman, wonderful
