Family Before Sex

When we’d met for lunch two weeks ago, M asked if he could book another “hotel night” like we’d enjoyed before Christmas. I said I’d love to and we arranged an evening for this Thursday.
J suggested we’d tell the children I was away for the night on a work-training course.

So I left for work yesterday morning with an extra affectionate kiss goodbye for J, clutching my overnight bag, and promising him to “tell all” on Friday. I was excited all through the morning as I thought of the coming evening ahead. Early afternoon though I received a call from our school to say my daughter was ill and needed to be taken home. It’s been years since either of the children have been off school, so I knew it had to be serious.

I re-arranged my duties with my secretary and left for the school immediately. On my way to the station I tried to call M, but his phone went to voicemail. I hate leaving messages so I rang off. I tried again whilst I waited for a bus at the other end, on my way to the school. Still straight to voicemail, so I rang off again.


My daughter was clearly unwell and we got a cab the short journey home where I put her to bed. I tried to call M again and still getting his voicemail I decided a short “Call Me” text was probably the best solution. I was trying to give him as much notice of my unexpected cancellation as possible.
He called just after six. He’d been in a meeting all afternoon and had only just turned his phone back on. I could hear the disappointment in his voice as I explained why I couldn’t make it. I told him I felt terribly guilty and that I knew he’d probably already booked a room. He said he had booked the room, though not in the same hotel “I thought you might like a change”. I asked him how much it had cost, but he wouldn’t tell me. “I’ll just have to entertain myself for the night, thinking of you”, he said.
I promised I’d make it up to him and that I’d try and sort out an evening as soon as I could. We said our goodbyes and I rang off worrying terribly that he’d actually just been trying to be nice and was probably secretly seething.

When J arrived home he said I still had time to call M back and get down to the West End, but I explained it just wouldn’t feel right and that I wouldn’t be able to relax and be “my other self”. Family had to come before sex.

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Birthday Treat for S

It was S’s birthday on Wednesday and I’d texted him on the way to work to wish him “Many Happy Returns!”. He surprised me by ringing almost straight away. His family would be away for the weekend on Friday and Saturday evenings, would I be free.

I said Friday was good for me and I’d take him out for a Birthday meal. I was able to get away early and we went to one of my favourite Italians just a few streets from the office. We shared a bottle of wine and had a nice meal chatting about our evening of just two weeks ago and how I’d fallen asleep in his arms. I declined desserts and as we walked hand-in-hand to the station (thank god for early dark-nights), agreed to go straight home. We were back at S’s by 9.30.
I undressed in the front room whilst he was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine, so as he returned with the glasses I was kneeling on the sofa. “Happy Birthday!” He sat down beside me and I sipped at the wine before putting the glass down and slowly started undressing him. He suggested we’d be more comfortable upstairs, but I insisted that I need to give him his “Birthday Treat” first.

I love seeing and feeling a man get hard . . . I enjoy the feeling of fulfilment. By the time I’d undressed him completely and knelt down on the floor between his legs he was fully erect. I sucked and nibbled on him and occasionally lifted forward to rub my nipples across him. “I want you to come all over these, you didn’t come at all last time.” When we first started our affair all those years ago, S never used to make any noise at all. It was as though he was scared to show he was enjoying himself. But I’d taught him to let everything go and tell me what was nice and what was not. Now he was gasping and sighing loudly and I could tell exactly when he was ready to come. I lifted my mouth away and pushed my breasts over him just as he exploded. I continued rubbing my breasts gently over him until he’d recovered enough to obey my whisper to “rub it all into my tits”. I know it’s a huge turn-on for him when I “talk dirty”. J loves me to do this as well, and it was him who got me into that and now I find it quite a turn-on myself to know my man is enjoying the way I talk as well as act. I do get a huge thrill of being in control at these moments, having made my man so excited and satisfied. I love the feeling of power!. I lifted my nipples up to his mouth and instructed him to taste his come. I was, of course, really horny myself now, but I snuggled up to him in the corner of the sofa for a while while he recovered.

We were soon upstairs though, S laying me back on the bed and starting those lovely slow stroking massages he gives me. He does wonderful things with his fingers and as I was already very worked-up he soon had me in his favourite position. It is always nice and different with S. When everything is right and we have time like this evening, he stops and starts and we change positions. I always lose track of time, but he was touching and licking and fingering for a long time before he turned me back to his favourite position. He reaches round and plays with my clit and lips whilst he enters me like this and when I eventually come it’s a gasping, crying out moment. As I pulled away from him and fell forward onto my tummy I felt him splashing his second come of the night across my bum cheeks.

We cuddled for quite some time. I wanted to keep talking so as not to fall asleep like last time. Eventually I told him it was time to go. We went back downstairs, dressed and he walked me home, it was just after 1 p.m. As we always do we agreed to get together again as soon as we could.

J was waiting for me sitting on the sofa, naked, watching a Blue DVD. “How was your evening” he always asks this with an expectant grin. He was disappointed as I undressed, that I hadn’t come home naked beneath my overcoat as I had last time. I sat on his lap with my back to him so I could watch the DVD and asked him to cuddle me. He wanted to hear all the details of my “frolic”. “Couldn’t I tell you tomorrow, I can’t concentrate on your movie otherwise?” But he insisted, so I turned around to face him and started recounting the events of the evening. J likes to hear everything, so I have to start at the meal, what we talked about, what we ate and drank, every detail. I do enjoy the thrill of talking about what I’d done and had done to me though, and I could soon feel his obvious “excitement” as well. So my evening ended with another come as I bounced up and down on him gasping out my story in excited and stuttering whispers.
And no, Julie, I don’t feel guilty . . . I’m even getting excited again just typing this out, thinking of thrilling two men in one evening. No one being hurt, no one being lied to.

Thanks to Cosmopolitan Readers

Thanks for all the messages from the Cosmopolitan site. I didn't realise how popular that site is, just heard the girls at work saying "they've got a web-site as well, with diaries from readers etc."
So I thought I'd try a message there about the question from Julie about feeling "guilt".

If you're interested, I met with S again last night (it was his birthday during the week and we always try and give each other a little "birthday treat").

J was fine about it, I didn't stay out all night but had a lovely time. J is asking me to get my diary entry about it done tonight. So I may have another little post tomorrow or during the week.

Good to know there's other naughty ladies on Cosmo.

Best wishes

Edith