Wednesday Night Affair with S

My second week back at work and our holiday already a memory. The end of last week was extremely busy and seemed like it would never end, thankfully we had a Bank Holiday weekend to recharge.

S had been desperate to see me as his family were still away on holiday but would be back next weekend. I agreed to pop-round to his house late on Wednesday night.

I was feeling exhausted before I got home, then having to cook dinner and clear-up after the meal, I wasn’t really feeling up to a late night out. But I showered and told the children I was going to bed to collapse and sleep and was not to be disturbed as I knew they’d be staying up late making the most of their last week of school holidays.

J discretely left a bottle of wine in a carry bag by the door and was keeping control of the children with the front room door closed and watching TV with them as I sneaked down the stairs and out the door. Having showered and just slipped-on my white dress I did feel a little refreshed and “naughty” as I walked the two streets to S’s house. It was 11 o’clock and I felt a little bit decadent and risque as I walked down his path and tapped on his front door.

S led me into their front room where he had two glasses of chilled champagne already poured and waiting. He reminded me this week was a “special anniversary for us”. S always remembers “special dates”, “first touch”, “first kiss”, “first . . .”. I giggled and had to admit that, once again, I had forgotten the special significance of this week . . . But that “I’d brought some wine anyway”. I sat on the sofa whilst he went out to the kitchen to put the wine in the fridge . . . and then we sat and talked for ages about our holidays etc. It must have been midnight by the time he finally suggested we go upstairs.

I just had to pull-off my dress and then lay down on my tummy on the bed whilst he undressed. He knelt on the bed and started stroking and squeezing my shoulders. I cooed that I’d love him to keep doing that, because he is really good at it and has often massaged my back and shoulders before.

It was really relaxing. He did my shoulders, neck, back and my bum cheeks and then down the backs of my legs. After a while I was feeling quite cosy and sleepy and told him that I was starting to feel drowsy. He immediately said “well we can’t have you falling asleep yet” and turned me over onto my back. His hands now slid up to my breasts and he adjusted himself so that he had one knee between my legs and I could feel it against my pussy as he lent forward to start kissing me. With his fingers gently squeezing my nipples and knee stroking my pussy I was quickly becoming aroused and could hear myself gasping quietly and then pushing his head down onto my nipples and asking him to suck me there.

His tongue soon slid further down my tummy and he opened my legs wider so that he could slide down between them on the bed and start licking me completely. I was completely wet by now and getting even more aroused as he asked me to turn-over onto my knees. His tongue and then fingers were soon stroking and probing his favourite spot and I was gasping more quickly and telling him “I really like that”. He told me I didn’t have to whisper and that I could be as loud as I wanted and . . . of course . . . that just made me feel even more aroused.

S does this wonderful technique with his hands which he calls “the grip” . . . sometimes I can’t get in the right frame of mind to let him, but when I am really relaxed and in the mood, as I was this evening, I just can’t stop him . . . it feels so wonderful. He’ll get me to lick or suck his finger and then slide it inside me whilst his thumb slides round into my pussy. I can feel him pushing and squeezing his finger and thumb together and it really is the most intense feeling. He is really gentle and slow and once I feel comfortable I start pushing and rocking back and forth against his hand, it just feels wonderful. Sometimes, like this evening, I can feel it quite deep inside me and I know I can take it and push back against him harder. Then he will reach around with his right hand, in front of me and start playing with my nipples before he slides it down to my pussy. I pulled his hand up to my mouth, still rocking my bum and pussy back and forth against his other hand. I sucked on his fingers and then pushed them down over my tummy and back between my legs. I was crying out as he twirled his fingers around my clit and lips and I could feel his other finger and thumb pushing and squeezing. I felt myself pushing a little faster and then knew I was coming with really loud screams. He knows when I’m like this that he just has to let me push his hands away and I fall forward onto my tummy just gasping and shuddering as I feel everything sliding out of me. It was huge and I could tell as he lay down beside me that I was still groaning and twitching.

He knows I need to lay still like this for quite sometime before I can let him touch me again. He was just stroking my back occasionally and after 15 or 20 minutes I rolled over onto my side to snuggle up to him. He asked if it was a big one and I giggled “couldn’t you tell?”. He laughed and we kissed and then I started to stroke his chest and reach down to play with him. He wasn’t immediately hard, but after a few minutes of kissing and stroking I could feel it growing against the palm of my hand. He was trying to play with my nipples again but I said “it’s your turn now” and I pushed him onto his back and slid down to suck him into my mouth. I do actually enjoy the feeling of sliding my lips up and down on a mans cock and I was making this as nice as I could for him. I pulled away to suck on his balls whilst I was still stroking him with my hand as I know he likes that. He was squirming and groaning and got even louder as I slid my mouth back down over him. I could feel his hips starting to shake and I knew he was going to explode so I pulled away and lent forward on him so that he burst all over my breasts. He had loads, the most I can ever remember him splashing me with and I rubbed myself over him and over his tummy but still had to wipe some off from around my neck and under my chin. He was still gasping and moaning and I lifted myself up on the bed to lean across him and command him to “suck it off my boobs”. I know he likes to hear me talking dirty and I loved the feeling of making him do this to me. I wanted to make sure this was an “anniversary night” he’d remember, and anyway, I do get turned on by feeling in control and doing naughty things like this.

We lay together for quite a while again, before I told him I must be getting home. I pulled my dress back on and S got dressed to walk me home. We talked about arranging a hotel in a week or so, once the children were all back at school and things had settled back to normal. We whispered our goodbyes at my gate and I let myself in quietly . . . the front-room light was still on and J was waiting for me in his usual place on the sofa. I lifted my dress off over my shoulders as I asked him if the children had been ok. He said “everything was fine, tell me about your evening”. He had dropped down onto his knees in front of me and was holding me by my hips as he muzzled against my pussy. I told him that we’d just talked for ages and teased him that “nothing much happened really” . . . but he was licking at my pussy and looked up at me with a wicked grin and said “you taste lovely, I can tell you’ve been fucking”. I pulled him up and we kissed and settled down onto the sofa whilst I recounted step-by-step what had happened. I was just stroking J as he leant back against the sofa listening to my whispered details. I love how he gets so excited about hearing what we’d done and he gasps questions at me occasionally if he feels I’m not being detailed enough. I love watching him come as he spurts out onto his chest and closes his eyes and leans his head back moaning with pleasure. I snuggled into his shoulder and told him we’d have to clean-up in a moment and get to bed as we’d only have a few hours of sleep. We went upstairs to bed a few minutes later, cuddling and telling each other how wonderful it was to still be so much in love after all these years. A lovely end to a lovely night.