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 7 Comments

A girls Xmas night out!

The girls at the office organise a Xmas party, every year, for the second week of December. I’d been every year for the past 10. But my new lover M had asked if he could book us a room for the same evening. It was no contest of course. It’s been difficult enough to arrange convenient times to meet, and as my wonderful husband J said “it’s the perfect excuse to explain to the kids why you won’t be coming home that evening. Too late to get the train back home!”


I put on the pretence of dismay all day at the office, telling the girls how disappointed I was that something had come up and I just couldn’t make it to the “annual bash”, hoping no-one would notice the overnight bag in my cupboard. I’d told M I couldn’t leave until all the others had left around 6.30. We agreed to meet at our previous bar “rendezvous” at 7 p.m.
Around six though I received a text “change of plan, running late, cab will pick you up from reception at 7.15. Not usual bar”.


I waited nervously after the girls had left, trying to work but unable to concentrate. It was to be only our third meeting.
Security called just after 7 “Cab downstairs for you Edi”.


Last minute hair and make-up checks in the lift on the way downstairs, giggling goodnights to our ageless Security Man, and outside to be greeted by the open-door of a black cab. I waited until the driver settled back into his own seat, before trying to tell him I’d have to make a quick call to find out where we were going. “The Strand Love, I’ve got the details. You’re to wait in the bar.” 15 minutes later and we were pulling into one of the biggest hotels in the West End. I couldn’t believe this was “the room for the evening”.


I stood in the foyer amazed to even be through the front door of such a place. B appeared and with a kiss on my cheek whispered “hurry, I’ve a table booked in the restaurant”. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but oh well, even to eat in such a place was something I’d never done.
The meal was wonderful, even if my appetite was not at it’s best. I always get “butterflies” and I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious of the (small for me) overnight bag I’d tried to slide discreetly beneath the table. Still, the wine and our chatter, eased my confidence to the end of the meal.


Then as he led me back out to the foyer I asked the question I’d been longing to ask at the table, “where exactly are we going?” He laughed at my obvious look of disbelief as he ushered me towards the lifts and said “just upstairs”.


It was just wonderful. Champagne in the mini-bar . . . I poured into long-stemmed thin glasses whilst he ran a bath. Those small ceiling lights in the huge bathroom dimmed down low, and just the gentle hum of classical music from the bedroom where I’d seen a huge bed.


He has a nice body, not spectacular, not too different from my husband, but . . . Well, just . . . different. We bathed together, he pulling me into him so that he could massage my back and shoulders . . . then sliding his hands round to play with my nipples and down to my clit. He fingered me slowly and nicely and tried to lift me onto him. It was nice, and it was erotic, but I wanted that bed. We stumbled across the floor, half towelling each other dry, half embracing, he sucking at my nipples, me stroking and teasing his cock.


We fell onto the bed, with him sliding down between my legs. I was in heaven. He was gentle, and he was hard. We were slow and we were fast. He had me lifting my knees up to my shoulders, pounding into me and sliding me over on my side. I knew I was good and I tried to make sure he knew it as well. I could roll round on top of him and I enjoyed sliding myself up and down his chest, teasing him and letting him flick out at me with his tongue, before pulling away and sliding down to his cock again. Then writhing and twisting before pulling away and sliding up to his mouth again, teasing and pulling away, before finally giving him what he was begging for and smothering his face.


It was lovely, just lovely . . . he rolled me onto my back again, pounding into me with deep thrusting strokes. I could hear him gasping with delight and knew he must be close so I pulled him out of me. I don’t often come with just penetration, and besides I love the “power” of making men come. I grabbed his bum cheeks pulling him further up my chest “come all over me” . . . he exploded, splashing all the way up to my cheek and hair.


We recovered with embraces and gentle stroking, talking for over an hour. Sipping champagne, giggling and caressing, before starting all over again. This time it was my turn. I pushed him down between my thighs where he licked and fingered, kissed and nibbled to my ever increasing pulsing instructions. I came with huge spasms rolling over onto my side and burying my head amongst the deep white pillows.


I semi-dozed as I often do afterwards, until his gentle stroking and caressing of my neck and back eventually brought me back to movement, conversation and then the return of his responses. He was erect again and I slid down on him this time, wanting to taste myself on him, and wanting to enjoy the fullness of him in my mouth. He came again and once again we snuggled up to each other, pressing myself against him and enjoying the warmth and smoothness of his body.


Then, suddenly it was morning . . . we’d fallen into a deep sleep and hadn’t moved from our last position, until I felt his erect cock sliding against my thigh again. I thought that perhaps we had just been dozing for a few minutes, until we both seemed to realise at the same time that the dimmed lights of the evening before had been replaced by a warmer, slightly sharper light of morning.


My husband often awakes with his erection trying to coax me into passion in the morning. Normally, work or motherly duties puts me off and I politely decline “let’s get to bed early tonight, when we’ll have more time”. But this was different . . . here I was in an amazing, plush, West End hotel, lying next to my “new” lover. It was daring, it was naughty, it was exciting, it was passionate . . . it was lovely. We both triumphed again, me first this time, I was quick and I could hear myself almost screaming with pleasure. (Sometimes, for me, the spark to good sex can almost be emotional, rather than physical stimulation). I recovered as quickly as I’d come and gave him the most memorable “morning glory” he said he’d ever had.


We had the room service breakfast I’d always dreamed of, showered and checked out. I wanted to see the bill (it must have been enormous), but M told me he’d had an "enormous" time and I knew I was worth it. I’d been good, very good (well very bad actually).


We kissed passionately before he hailed taxis (separate directions) and he teased “it’s up to you to arrange the next meet”. Well, how could I top that!!


I texted J excitedly from the cab. Brief details, and “get the kids in bed early tonight, so MUCH to tell you”
The girls were full of gossip, “she got so drunk, she was all over the waiter”. Normal Xmas girls-night-out stuff !! I had to say I was so disappointed I’d missed out on joining them.
But oh what a night . . . and oh, what a night at home last night with J. !!!!

posted by Edith @ 22:12 1 Comments

Extra Marital Affairs ??

Extra Marital Affairs ??

I'd just like to hear from any other women out there who, like me, enjoy the thrill and ego-boost from an extra-marital affair.

Unlike several of my friends who have had the occasional fling behind their husbands backs my own husband knows about and encourages my affair.

I have been regularly meeting a close friend of both of ours for around six years. Our affair developed over quite a long period of time as we have known my lover and his wife for many years . It was my husband who first mentioned how obvious it was that Scot fancied me . . . but it took almost a year of mutual flirting before what my husband described as "the inevitable internal combustion" actually happened.

And when it did finally happen it was just wonderful. Not just the actual sex itself, but the way it affected my relationship with my husband. After 15 years of marriage it was like we were suddenly on honeymoon all over again. My husband loved hearing all the details (right down to what we talked about, who made what move first, what our parting words and kisses were). It rejuvenated our own marriage . . . not just sexually but in every way imaginable. Suddenly we were a lot more open in everything, our desires, our ideas, our own needs . . . it was just wonderful.

Of course I originally had feelings of guilt, not towards my husband because he knew everything, but towards Scots wife who we had also known for many years. It was made a little easier by the fact that she had often made it clear they were only staying together for their kids, slept in separate rooms etc. and were like friends rather than a "married couple". It still took me quite a while however, to overcome these feelings of guilt and I always felt nervous in her presence after I had "seen" Scot. But my husbands support, and the immense feelings of passion and thrill every time I arranged to meet with Scot always managed to overpower these twinges of guilt. And it just became easier as the years have passed by.

Just recently I have begun a second affair with an ex-work colleague. Again my husband knows all about it . . . and benefits from hearing all the details . . . though he doesn't actually know my new lover socially. (And no, Scot doesn't know anything about it at all!)

I just want to know if any other ladies out there may stumble across this message and be able to share a similar story.

Let me know . . .

posted by Edith @ 21:29 9 Comments