Part 2 of my Evening with M

Yes Sally, there was a Part 2. I hadn’t had the time to finish my entry when I uploaded Part 1, although I did later type it into my diary . . . so, here it is. It wasn’t with M though, Part 2 was just about the next evening when I arrived home and knew I’d have to give a full report to J.

When I first started my affair with S I’d initially found it difficult to describe all the details to J. I suppose it was partly guilt, and partly to do with those inhibitions we often have about our most private thoughts and desires. But I quickly came to realise just how much J enjoyed hearing everything, even the smallest details, and now I’ve come to really enjoy telling him everything. Seeing how much it turns him on, actually turns me on as well. And it has definitely helped our own relationship . . . I don’t mean just in sex either. We have become just so much more open and honest with each other about everything. I can now ask him to do things to me that I would never have been able to before, and J can now ask me to do things that he was always too worried about me being shocked or offended. Even just silly, small things like swearing. I suppose everybody sees me as being quite prim and lady-like in my job, and in the presence of friends and family, but in the privacy of our bedroom J likes to hear me swearing. The more I do, and the louder I do, the more it turns him on . . . and I actually find it a wonderful release as well and I find myself enjoying the effect it has on him. In the same way I’ve come to actually enjoy telling him all about my liaisons. What we did, where we did it, how we did it. J loves hearing even the tiniest details of what restaurant we’d meet at, what we ate, what time we left, what time we . . .

Often when I’ve been with S, I’m home the same evening and J will be waiting up for me and we’ll usually have a wonderful session whilst I relive all the details with him. My evenings with M though, mean that I don’t see J until the next night, and I know he finds that a little more frustrating.

I’d spent the Thursday evening with M and the following day, as with most Fridays, work was busy and hectic. I’d telephoned J in the morning just to tell him I’d had a good time and was looking forward to seeing him that evening. I was late getting away though and was thankful when he said he’d pick me up from the station.

When I got into the car he told me that both of the children were out at sleep-overs with friends. Although they both do have the occasional sleep-overs, and we occasionally host a friend or two for sleep-overs at our house, to have them both away for the night on the same night hardly ever happens. Once I’d grilled J on which particular friends they were with, and had he spoken to the other parents, and had he arranged times to pick them up in the morning etc. I suggested we eat out at a local restaurant as a second night-off from cooking a family meal was another very rare occasion. His reply was ‘‘maybe later, it’s early yet and the only thing I feel like eating is you!’’ I knew I could hardly protest . . .

We embraced in the living room like newly weds. Quiet and peaceful. No blaring TV or Stereo. No bickering arguments between the kids and requests for instant food. It’s strange, I don’t actually kiss very much with either of my two lovers, but J and I seem to kiss more than ever. Not just sexually, but normally, even just if it’s little pecks of affection. Tonight though we had to keep breaking off for air.

I poured wine between embraces as I started recounting the events of the previous evening. J was undressing me and kissing and caressing me between sentences and sips. When I got to the part about having to put my boots back on, he gasped with pleasure “Fantastic. I bet he had a hard-on”. “He did actually” I giggled. “I suppose you want me to keep my boots on now” I said as I helped him unzip my skirt.

He was sucking my nipples and cupping his hands around the cheeks of my bum. I tried to tell him that as I’d been working all day I really felt like a bath or a shower . . . But as he slipped down on his knees and started licking at my pussy I knew there was no way I could stop him. I really love the way J licks around my clit and lips. I lifted myself up onto the edge of the dining-room table so that I could open my legs wider for him. He kept pausing to urge me to continue with my story . . . I had my eyes closed, trying to concentrate both on the wonderful sensations around my lips and describing my actions with M. I could sense J standing up and pulling off his clothes. Then feeling wonderful and warm as he rubbed the palms of each hand over my breasts and gently pushed me back onto the table. I pushed my hips out to meet him as he pushed into me. We hadn’t done this on the dining room table for years and years. J was just slowly pushing back and forth into me and squeezing and palming my nipples whilst continuing to ask me questions about the night before and to explain what had happened next. I was completely on my back and feeling really, really aroused. J told me later that when he started to finger my clit, whilst still cocking me back and forth, I was actually screaming so loud that he thought we’d probably have the neighbours knocking on the door. He said he’d been asking me if I’d come with my lover, and I’d been gasping “Yes, yes, I love it, I have to have him again, can I have him again?” I can only remember coming with such huge shudders that I had to reach out with my arms in case I rolled off the edge of the table. I normally like to cuddle up on my side if I’ve had a big come, but as erotic and wonderful as it had been to do it on the table, I now felt uncomfortable. J lifted me up and carried me into the living room and onto the sofa. He was still asking me to finish my story about the evening and morning after, but I was completely spent and asked if he could just let me recover first and then “could we go up to bed, and I’ll tell you more”.

He had to wake me of course. He said I’d slept and snored for a while before he’d had the courage to wake and move me so that we could go upstairs to the comfort of our bed. I made him go back downstairs for the wine and then made him lie back whilst I sat-up beside him. I stroked my fingers around his balls, just occasionally brushing my thumb across the head of his cock. “I thought we were going to go out for a meal” I said. But he was begging for me to finish my story. I slid down beside him to lay my head on his chest and tell him the rest of my previous evening, and morning, adventure with M. I paused occasionally to suck down on his erection . . . I love his cock . . . and it wasn’t long before he spurted his excitement all over his chest. We finished the evening cuddling each other to sleep.

We slept in on Saturday morning . . . I missed my normal early morning gym session, enjoying another session with J instead. He brought me breakfast in bed . . . another unusual event to savour . . . before we eventually got up around midday to prepare to pick up child no. 1.

I had enjoyed my evening and morning with M, but then enjoyed the following evening and morning with J even more so. We’d had our most wonderful sex for ages and ages . . . enjoying the coincidence of an evening without children, and the celebration of our wonderful lifestyle.

Best wishes - Edith

VALENTINES from My Lovers

J and I have never celebrated Valentines, but S always gets me something every year . . . So when a bunch of flowers arrived at the office this time yesterday morning, I knew who they would be from. The message just read "Looking forward to more good times". As some of the other girls arrived over the next half an hour or so they just assumed the flowers were from J . . . And anyway, several of them received similar bouquets from their husbands and partners during the morning so it wasn’t too unusual.

However, I received a call on my mobile mid-morning. It was M . . . "Just have to see you at lunch. I have a gift".

He’d already called me on Monday trying to arrange "an evening together" for Wednesday night, but with the children on half-term holiday this week I’d had to decline as I told him I just had to be home early every night.

But an hour for lunch was fine, so we met at our usual bar. He produced a parcel, stylishly wrapped (of course) in pink and red. "You can’t open it here, you’ll have to open it later!" I’d first assumed it was chocolates . . . but his comment made me think that perhaps it was some saucy underwear instead. We brunched, talked about arranging "an evening together" soon and said our goodbyes.

I closed the door of my office and opened my parcel to find a large, pink, vibrator, "multi-speed rampant rabbit" the box said. I’d remembered I’d told him during our last meeting that J and I had quite a collection of toys. He’d found that very exciting. The note attached said "please pack in your overnight bag for next week".

I teased J when he arrived home last night. "I’ve been spoilt today, flowers and toys! Hope you’ve got me something as well!"

Best wishes - Edith.

P.S. Sally, yes there was a Part 2. With J, not with M. I’ve actually put it in my diary, but will try and post it this weekend if I can find the time.

An Evening With M Part 1

Having felt really guilty about having to cancel our last meeting at the last minute, I’d arranged a new date with M for the 1st of the new month. We met quite early after work at my favourite little Italian. We both agreed it seemed a little early for food, but snacked and shared a bottle of wine. We hailed a cab for the short trip to the hotel that J had booked for me. I was giggling that at 7 o’clock I often hadn’t even left the office yet!
The room was small but nice and warm. J had thoughtfully arranged for a bottle of champagne on ice and, rather strangely, some flowers. M was all over me as I struggled to pop open the bottle, reminding him that I just had to shower and freshen up first. His idea of ‘‘showering together’’ was quickly dismissed on inspection of the bathroom (but anyway I didn’t really fancy getting my hair wet!).

He undressed me as we kissed and squirmed in the bathroom. I was disappointed that my bra and panties were slipped off without a mention as he kissed and nibbled at me passionately. He did comment on my boots though as I stepped out of my skirt and panties. I’d worn my small ankle boots that I often wore to work. I’ve never considered them to be strikingly sexy but he was gasping as he stood back and looked at me standing naked, but for my boots. He was still fully clothed but I could clearly feel his excitement through his pants as he embraced me again telling me ‘‘you are incredible’’.

I’d turned on the shower and slipped out of my boots as he undressed. He does have a nice body. Younger than J or S, and a little slimmer and more muscular. His cock sprang out of his pants as he took them off . . . it was obvious he was already extremely excited. We embraced again and he lifted me slightly and pushed me back against the sink. He was rocking me back and forth trying to push into me, but the tiles were cold on my bum and I just had to push him away ‘‘be patient, I have to freshen-up, we’ve got all night yet’’.
I left the shower running as I finished and got out and he wrapped the towel around me and then stepped into the shower himself. I went into the main room to touch-up my face (I always feel I can never completely wash-off my make-up when I’m with my lover). As I re-lipsticked my lips I remembered a little turn-on I occasionally do for J, and added just a smidgeon of lipstick to my nipples. Not too much to be obvious, just a smear to give them a slight waxy taste when they are sucked (as I knew they would be).

M called out from the bathroom that he wanted me to do something for him. He was towelling himself down, his cock still bouncing around fully erect. ‘‘Would you put your boots back on for me?’’ I laughed and asked if he’d like me to get completely dressed again, but sat down on the toilet seat and pulled them back on. He pulled me to my feet and unwrapped me from the towel. ‘‘Now you have to walk naked to the bed.’’ I giggled and walked slowly across the room. I have to admit I actually felt quite aroused by his obvious excitement. I stopped at the side of the bed and he was behind me, reaching around to cup my breasts and rubbing his cock between my bum cheeks. I turned and we just completely let ourselves go. He was all over me. Deep tonguing kisses and then huge gasps as he discovered the lipstick on my nipples. He sucked feverishly, groaning even more as I asked him to ‘‘chew them gently’’. There are times when I love my nipples being sucked really hard, and there are times when I don’t, but tonight I was definitely loving it.

We fell backwards onto the bed and he pushed into me almost straight away. M is far more aggressive than either S or J and he seems to enjoy taking the active role. He stood back up and pulled me to the edge of the bed, lifting my legs up so that my booted ankles were on each of his shoulders. He was stroking into me with really deep rhythmic thrusts whilst pushing the palms of his hands over my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Although it was quite an erotic position I wasn’t finding it as arousing as he obviously was. He was stroking and groaning in time with his thrusts and I knew he was at the point of coming. I managed to gasp out ‘‘not inside me, I want it on my tummy’’ just in enough time. He pulled out and then fell foward onto me spurting all over my chest. I pulled him up onto me and then rolled him over on his back as he continued to spasm and shake. He was apologising for coming so quickly at the same time as continuing to shake and shudder. I actually enjoy seeing my man let go like this and I told him so, which seemed to give him even more shudders and shakes.

We lay for quite some time, just cuddled together, before I managed to pull the sheet from under us and cover us up. We lay talking for ages, about our different relationships. He said he couldn’t understand how my husband could let me have an affair, and how he could never do the same.
He was stroking me gently as we talked and then began playing with my nipples again. I was soon quite aroused and pushed him down between my legs, telling him I needed ‘‘some kisses there’’. Now it was my turn to gasp and groan and, thinking of the way he’d been pumping into me, I began thrusting my pussy back and forth into his face. I knew he wanted to move up and into me again, but I was close to coming and I held his head with both hands commanding him to ‘‘fuck me with your tongue’’. I came easily and almost as quickly as he had . . .

We settled into a cocooned embrace and dozed for a while, but his occasional shifting of position and the rubbing of his cock against me made it clear he wanted more. I wasn’t ready for any more pumping just yet, so slid down to play with him. I really do enjoy feeling my mans reactions when I lick and suck around his cock. I was taking him inside my mouth with a sliding motion pausing to nibble gently around his head before sliding down over him again. He was absolutely rock-hard and groaning loudly. I pulled myself up on top of him, sliding myself up his body until my pussy lips were sliding over him. I still wasn’t ready to have him inside me, but was getting more and more slippery as he reached up with his hands to play with my breasts again. I was looking down on him and telling him ‘‘you can only play with my tits, you can’t touch anywhere else’’. He was bucking his hips madly as I kept sliding and then lifting away. When I finally let his cock find the spot and then pushed down on top of him we both gasped at the same time. I was bouncing up and down on him now and enjoying the feeling of being in total control. He asked me to swivel around on him and face his ankles. I had to stop and re-adjust my position and though he seemed to enjoy it, I’d lost my concentration, so after a few thrusts I turned back to my previous position of facing him. He was soon back into the rhythm of pushing up against my downward thrusts and I could tell from his expression he was near to the point of bursting again. I was trying to time it right to pull away, but he was still thrusting as I lifted off, so I slid my breasts down onto him. With an almost painful cry he spurted a shot of come straight up his chest and across his cheek and pillow. I was giggling as he pulled me down onto his chest and I rubbed myself over the rest of his come . . .
We slept until morning, though it was very early when he awoke me with more stroking of my breasts and nipples. We caressed and cuddled for awhile until he turned me onto my side. He was much calmer and slower than he had been the night before and we rocked back and forth against one another until he came again. He lay back whilst I lay my head on his chest and we dozed until his phone alarm went off.

Time to shower, dress and down to the Breakfast Bar for juice and toast. Passionate kisses outside whilst we waited for his cab. I asked ‘‘Did I make up for letting you down last time?’’. ‘‘Oh Yes. When can we do it again?’’

I was exhausted at the office all day. Exhausted and excited and anxious to get home to re-live it all again with J. And we did, and it was wonderful. More on that in Part 2.

Best wishes - Edith

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Making it up to M

I'd been feeling hugely guilty since having to cancel my last meeting with M at the last minute. We'd exchanged texts over the following week about arranging another evening and have agreed to meet tonight.

I've insisted to M that I would book the hotel as he had paid for a room on that occasion (although it wouldn't be as extravagant as the room he had booked for us at Christmas). J suggested we use a Travelodge near Regents Park that I've stayed at on several occasions in the past with S.

So J has booked it all for me and I've arrived at work this morning already feeling tingly and excited. J helped me choose my underwear (red lacy bra and panties that M hasn't seen before).
I'll meet up with M for a meal at my favourite little Italian near the office and we'll get a cab to the hotel. Hopefully I'll have time to post a report of tonights "liaison" at some point over the coming weekend.

Best wishes - Edith