Wednesday Affair with M

I’d agreed to meet M before his next visit to Madrid, and after all the upheavals over the past few weeks at the office and then having to go home every night to cook meals, lunches and homework, I was actually quite looking forward to a “night off”. I’d told J I would definitely be coming home and wouldn’t be too late . . .

I’d taken a change of clothes into the office and changed in the washroom after my colleagues had left. I’d brought in my white woollen silk top which J loves because although it has long-sleeves and a high, turtle neck, it is very figure-hugging and without a bra I know the pink of my nipples are just noticeable through the white of the fabric. After I’d freshened-up my make-up, I topped off the outfit with M’s necklace and some earrings that S had given me two years ago. They went well with the necklace and I felt quite “risque” wearing jewellery from both of my lovers. It had just started turning cold in the evenings so I wore my long black skirt and coat and felt quite flirtatious as I walked out of reception and waved goodnight to our Security man on the front desk.

M had just arrived at the restaurant as my taxi pulled-up, and he rushed over to pay the driver my fare. He kissed me openly and passionately as I stepped out of the cab and I felt embarrassed and flattered at the same time. After we’d left our coats in the cloakroom and sat down at our table he immediately said “Nice top . . . and nice necklace, you look stunning”. I thanked him for his compliment thinking to myself it was funny how a lover always remembers the jewellery he’s bought you, I knew J never remembered any of the jewellery he’d brought me in the past.
We had a really nice long meal actually. It was nice being able to talk about all the changes at work with somebody who is in a similar sort of field. I don’t really get the time to talk about anything like this at any great length at home with J. The children always seem to be around, and of course, J doesn’t have sense of how our business works anyway. So it was really nice to talk about these things with M. We talked about his trips away as well of course (he said it wasn’t too late for me to join him!), and we talked more about his relationship with his lady and the way they seemed to be drifting apart.

It was after 11 o’clock before we left the restaurant. As I waited while J collected the coats I realised we hadn’t even mentioned how the evening was going to finish . . . As we stepped outside he said “I’ve booked a hotel over by the Park”. I immediately told him I couldn’t “stay long, I’ve got to be going home”. But he just kissed me and said, “that’s ok, there’s no pressure, whatever you want is fine”. I couldn’t resist his pecks on my cheek in the cab and I knew I did feel quite naughty . . .

The room was small, but very nice and very warm, they obviously had the heating on. We stood by the bed and just started kissing as he slipped off my coat and he started fondling my breasts through my top. “You just look sensational tonight” he told me. We fell back on the bed and he slid his hands under my top to lift it up and start sucking on my nipples. It was really arousing and I told him to “chew them”. I was really enjoying his sucking and squeezing but needed to get my top off so I sat up and pulled it off over my head. He stood up by the side of the bed and pulled his clothes off while I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my skirt and knickers. His cock bounced out of his trousers as he bent forward to pull them off and then he knelt forward onto the bed and lent down to my pussy. It was obvious we weren’t going to be showering first tonight. We were both really turned on. He lifted his face away from my pussy to say it was “incredibly smooth and looks fantastic” and I pulled him up to me to tell him I’d just had it re-waxed last Saturday and that I wanted to “taste myself on his lips”. We were kissing and he was squeezing my breasts again and his cock just slid straight into me. I know he loves being in control like this as he lifts back and pushes my legs apart with his hands on my knees. He was stroking into me and I was pushing back against him and reaching up with the palms of my hands on his chest. I don’t normally find I can come completely like this, but when he pulled away and then stood back on the floor and pulled me to the edge of the bed pulling me back onto him I suddenly felt myself letting go. He was pushing in and out of me and pulled my legs around his hips and bum and then reaching down with his fingers to twist my nipples. He was really pumping faster and faster and when I looked up at his face and saw his eyes closed and a wonderful look on his face and the tightness of his tummy as he kept thrusting into me I just felt so erotic and naughty I exploded with loud gasps and squeals. I felt legs go limp and he pulled away from me and rolled me on my side into the middle of the bed. He climbed in beside me curling up behind my back and kissing the back of my neck.

After a few minutes of cuddling with neither of us saying a word, he started laughing quietly and said “You sounded like you enjoyed that.” I suddenly thought of the time with S when we’d heard the people in the next room, and I asked him if I’d been very loud. He was laughing “Quite loud, yes”. I rolled over on to my back and asked if he could hear anyone next door. But it was completely quiet. He started trying to play with my nipples again but I had to push his hands away as they were a bit sensitive. He said he hadn’t meant to be rough but that I’d asked him to bite and squeeze them. Then he wanted to know more about my waxing and slid down to my legs trying to pry them apart. He wanted me to lift my bum up off the bed so he could see “all the way round”. He was asking me if J enjoyed “this sort of view” and he was trying to lick at my pussy and I felt myself getting aroused again. I’d hardly recovered from before, but I liked shocking him with his questions about what J liked and didn’t like (I couldn’t tell him about S) but my thoughts were racing and my clit was tingling under his tongue. He was soon sliding his tongue everywhere and I could hear myself gasping and pushing against him. His tongue was feeling nice and I could feel myself getting more excited. Then he sat up on his knees and lifted my legs up over my shoulder, lifting my bum up off the bed. He was trying to guide his cock into me there, but I pushed him away telling him “you can’t put it there!”. “But I thought you liked it” he said. I pulled him down to the bed and said I did like it sometimes, but couldn’t do it now, and that anyway I needed gel for that sort of thing. He jumped up off the bed and went into the bathroom telling me they “must have something we could use”. I was laughing and telling him that soap or shampoo was “definitely NOT an option” and anyway I couldn’t do that sort of thing tonight. He looked quite hurt as he walked back towards the bed, but it was quite a nice sight as well . . . he has a nice body and his cock was still semi-erect and wobbling as he walked across the room. I stroked him as he stood by the side of the bed and then lay back and told him he could lick me there if he liked. I was feeling quite naughty now, and quite turned-on. He lay down between my legs and I started sliding myself up and down over his tongue. I knew I was quite wet and I loved the feel of his tongue flicking over my clit and then probing around further down. He was asking me “what does it feel like” and “how does he start it when he does it to you. What sort of gel do you need”. I was getting quite turned-on whispering him the answers to his questions. I told him to spread me a little wider and “use your tongue a bit”. He was getting the idea and when I pulled his hand up and sucked on his index finger and then pushed his hand back down to me, he started to push it into me. I was adjusting my position and telling him “slowly, gently”. I could hear him gasping and I could feel his hot gasps of breath on my pussy. I looked down at his face and he had that wonderful look again. I was feeling really wicked and pushing against him and twisting myself and gasping as well. I knew he had quite a bit of his finger inside me and I could feel that feeling I get that’s hard to control. I slid both my hands down to my pussy and spread my lips. “Suck my clit now” I groaned at him. I could see and hear him gasping and knew I was as well. It wasn’t quite as intense as it has been with S, or with J with my wand, but knowing that I was giving him something he’d never had before was just so erotic that I came quickly with huge spasms and pushed him away as I rolled over onto my side again.

He was immediately cuddling into my back again, whispering compliments about how incredible and amazing it was. I couldn’t answer him back, so we just lay like that together for some time. He would occasionally whisper something, or ask me something, but I would just answer “Ssshh” and we lay still again.

Neither of us dozed off, but we had been cuddling together for quite a while before I turned over and cuddled up into his chest. He asked “if I bring some gel can we do it completely next time?” I swore at him in mock horror and said “Your never satisfied are you?” We started playfully wrestling each other as I tried to fend off his kisses. I could feel he was still hard and his cock was banging against me as we rolled back and forth on the bed. I reached down and started stroking him as we stopped wrestling and began kissing. He slid his hands up to my nipples again, but I told him they’d really had enough and that it was his turn now. He pulled me over to the side of the bed again and stood-up on the floor, but I rolled away and said I couldn’t take anymore of that. But as he pulled me back and spread my legs again he started rubbing his cock over my lips. “That’s nice, just do that” I said. He rocked back and forth and it was actually quite a nice feeling. I reached forward to grip his hips and he kept thrusting forwards. Then his cock just slid into my pussy again. He was gasping and thrusting more and more now and I could hear myself gasping more from the physical pumping rather than from any erotic feeling. Then he just pulled out and forward and as I looked down to see his cock resting on top of my pussy it spurted out several jets, one after another, splashing up onto my tummy. He wasn’t groaning or gasping now, just standing with his eyes closed and resting forward with each hand on my hips, just thrusting forward with little jerks as he came. He stood back with a grin on his face as if to say he was really proud of himself and then, quickly, and apologetically, “I’ll get some tissues from the bathroom”. I was relishing my role of the shocking, naughty temptress though, so I just said “I don’t need tissues” and I rubbed it up onto my breasts and down over my tummy. He gasped and fell forward onto the bed, sliding up next to me again.

We lay together side-by-side for a few minutes. I got up and went to the bathroom. He was still in the same position when I returned. I knelt down on the bed beside him telling him I had to go home. I was expecting, and perhaps half-hoping him to beg me to stay, but he surprised me by saying “Yes I know, so do I”. We got dressed . . . Isn’t it strange, after all we’ve been through, how we always seem to put our clothes on with our backs to each other, as though we are somehow ashamed to look at each others bodies.

It was now 2 o’clock in the morning . . . There was no-one on the desk, or in the foyer, as we walked out into the street, and no Taxis to be seen. We waited for a couple of minutes, and then started walking down to the main street. We got to Baker Street before a cab appeared. We kissed goodbye and I hopped into the taxi. I quickly texted J to apologise for being so late and that I was on my way. He normally texts back straight away, but minutes went by without a response. The cab was halfway home before my phone beeped. It was M to say he’d only just got a cab. I thought about texting J again but then decided to just leave him dozing on the sofa.

Strangely the downstairs light wasn’t on when I walked in. He always waited up for me. But as I sneaked up the stairs I could tell that the bedside table lamp was on by the dim light coming from under our bedroom door. J stirred as I closed the door, “I thought you were staying out all night” he whispered. I asked him why he hadn’t called me if he’d been worried, and why he hadn’t answered my text. He replied that he’d obviously missed my text because he had his phone on silent, and that could never call me because he would worry about interrupting something and putting me off my stroke. I’d undressed and slid in beside him whispering “it wasn’t me who was doing the stroking”. He was wide awake now of course, and gasping and shuddering as I started recounting my evening. I sat up and onto his chest whilst I kept whispering. He asked “did he come on your tits again?” I lent them forward and said “Taste”. I was getting quite worked-up again as I was whispering into his ear and he was sucking and playing with me. “It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and we’re fucking” he was gasping and then with quicker shudders and moans I felt him coming. This time there was no opportunity to lay back and wipe it up, it was all over the sheets and duvet. I was laughing and whispering “you men are always so messy”. He was sighing and pulling me into him . . . We fell asleep with the bedside lamp still on . . .

With three hours sleep, Thursday was a long and very boring day!