Extra Marital Affairs

December 22 Christmas Present(s)

December 22 Christmas adventure

S had called me during the week to remind me we hadn’t seen each other for over 3 months. He had a Xmas Gift for me and was desperate to meet before Christmas.
It was a busy week but I felt those little tingles of excitement and asked J if he’d mind if I met-up with S for a couple of hours on Friday after work. His reply was “of course I wouldn’t mind, I’d look forward to hearing all about it!!!”

With work being so busy on the last day before the break, I told S that I couldn’t guarantee an exact time that I could get away. He said “that’s fine, I’m on my own, why don’t you just come round to mine whenever you’re ready”. His wife and children were already at their in-laws in Devon and he would be travelling down on the Saturday to join them and stay over for Xmas.
Despite my “important date” it was still after 7 p.m. before I could get out of the office. Facing an hours journey home I called J to say I’d probably just go straight round to S’s house rather than having to come in and then go almost straight out again, although after such a hectic day I really didn’t feel in the mood for a “liaison”. J said that he was sure I’d be fine and just to relax and let my hair down. He’d tell the kids I was at another “late Christmas party”. I called S to say I was on my way but was feeling stressed and running late. He said he’d run a bath and have a bottle of wine on chill for me and that I should use my key to let myself in.

I fumbled with the key at the door (it had been ages since I’d last visited) and by the time I got it open he was standing in the hallway . . . completely naked. I laughed as we embraced “is this my present?” “No, I’ll bring that to you whilst you soak in the bath”. Whilst S has quite a similar build to J, and is not outstandingly athletic or muscular, seeing him walking nude up the stairs leading me towards the bathroom was the perfect ice-breaker. I always still feel a few nervous butterflies each time we meet, and it had been such a rushed, hectic day . . . now I was giggling and instantly relaxed. He undressed me as we embraced again in the bathroom. “Why has it been so long? I’ve missed these” he said as he fondled and then kissed my bare breasts.

S knows how much I enjoy soaking in a warm, bubbly bath. He brought me a glass of wine and a small neatly wrapped box. I joked how J would never wrap Christmas presents, and certainly never with the little silver ribbon and bow that sat on top of this one. “You’ll have to unwrap it for me, my hands are wet and soapy”. It was a lovely necklace with a silver pendant, very stylish. He knows my tastes and has bought me earrings and necklaces before, but I love jewellery. “You know you shouldn’t have, I haven’t bought you anything” I said. “Oh, yes you have, having you here is the best present I could ever wish for!” he replied. We chatted for ages about family, friends, work, our last meeting at the end of the summer. The water was getting a little cold and we were already on our second bottle of wine still talking. “Come on”, he said, “you towel down and lets get comfortable”.

When we’d first used his house all those years ago, I’d refused to go into their bedroom, on their bed. For the first three or four occasions it was always on the sofa or the floor of their front room . . . but those times had passed. I quickly lost my feelings of guilt about his wife . . . I was not a threat to his marriage, in fact I was enhancing his marriage, just as our affair had enhanced my own.

So I just walked into the bedroom, wrapped in the towel and sat on the edge of the bed. “The necklace looks lovely on you” he said as he poured fresh wine and sat down beside me and unwrapped the towel. Unlike the mad passion of my meeting with M two weeks ago, our embraces and fondles were much calmer and slower. We’ve been meeting for over four years now, but it’s still such a thrilling feeling to slide backwards and feel “different” lips and fingers and tongues sliding over your body . . .

S is a wonderful lover, completely different to J (and my new lover M), and that of course is part of the thrill and excitement. Something different, something naughty, something daring . . . different feelings and different situations, and you can be something, or somebody, you’d normally not be. I love it.

I’d never tried anal before meeting S and it had taken him almost a year into our relationship before I’d learnt how to be able to relax properly and enjoy it. He can do wonderful things with his fingers and tongue, and it had been his gentle and patient coaxing that had led me, slowly, to let him teach me. Now, just that first probing tongue and then finger can get me almost climaxing in anticipation. He “grips” me with his thumb inside my pussy and finger sliding into my bum and it just drives me wild. I can hear myself gasping and groaning at first, then opening myself up completely and getting ever louder as I squirm and writhe from side to side. Sometimes he’ll ask me to turn-round onto my knees and he’ll enter me completely, but on this occasion I can remember only screaming with lust as I lay on my back with his fingers working magical circles and his tongue flicking over my clit, over and over, over and over . . .

The next thing I can remember is him shaking me awake. Kissing me warmly and telling me it was 2 o’clock in the morning. “God, why didn’t you wake me?” He laughed and told me he’d tried to stir me after laying by my side for half an hour or so, but that I wouldn’t budge. I jumped out of the bed “Sorry, but I’ve got to get home. I can’t stay out all night, not tonight. I’ve just got to go”.

Obviously the bath, the wine, the fact that I’d not eaten a thing since breakfast that morning . . . and the wonderful pampering he’d given me . . . had all combined to completely knock me out. He brought my bra, knickers and clothes from the bathroom, but I just stuffed them into my shoulder work bag, and pulled on my overcoat. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?, it’s freezing outside”. “No, I’ll run all the way. I should’ve been home ages ago”. I hadn’t agreed with J that I would stay out all night, and I knew he could never sleep until I’d arrived home. S told me I should just phone him and tell him I needed to stay over . . . but I was already at the top of his stairs, panicking and embarrassed that I’d slept for so long.

He dressed, and walked me home. It’s only a 5 minute walk around the corner to our house and though my overcoat is thick and full-length, S was right it was freezing on my naked skin under the coat. I apologised as we walked, telling him I’d obviously had too much to drink and how sorry I was I’d fallen asleep. I asked him if he’d come, he said “No, but I’m almost coming now, walking with a beautiful woman who has absolutely nothing on under her coat”. I laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as we reached my gate (couldn’t kiss properly on my own doorstep, even if it was almost 2.30 in the morning!). “Thank you for a lovely evening, I’m sorry you didn’t have such a good time, I’ll make it up to you I promise”. He squeezed my hand and told me there was no need for an apology. I was a fantastic, sexy woman, and he’d enjoyed every minute of the night. We wished each other compliments of the season and I waved him goodbye as he turned back down the street.

Sure enough, J hadn’t been able to sleep. I walked into the front room to find him sitting on the sofa, looking up at me quizzically “I couldn’t sleep. I was waiting for you to text or call and tell me if you were coming home or not”, he said. I stepped in front of him and he gasped in delight as I just slid the coat off to reveal my nakedness. “Look” I said. “Freshly fucked !!!”
His concern disappeared . . . my brisk walk had completely woken me and I was aroused again . . . we made out on the sofa and I had my second come of the evening. Different place, different situation . . . different man inside me . . . different voice telling me I was an “amazing, incredible, sexy woman”.

I love it, I just love it . . . every woman should have these pleasures, this fun, this wonderful excitement.

Compliments of the Season !!!!

Labels: affairs, erotic, lover, sexy, woman, wonderful

posted by Edith @ 13:14