Extra Marital Affairs

An amazing, wonderful, naughty, sexciting day

This is slightly off-topic as it doesn’t actually feature my lovers . . . but it was one of the most exciting days I’ve ever had, so I thought it might be of interest . . .

As the kids started getting older, and we’d have less and less time to ourselves, J and I had occasionally taken a “duvet-day” off together during school time each term for the past few years. Just a day when we could spend free time together without fear of interruption from one, or both, of the children. I can get a day off quite easily, my p.a. is perfectly capable of handling all my calls and she is quite used to me being out of the office visiting clients or launches and events anyway. But J finds it much more difficult to get a day off and he’s been so busy all year that we just hadn’t been able to arrange a day off together. But with the long break for school holidays fast approaching, I finally persuaded him to organise the Tuesday off.

The original plan had been to re-live with J, my Saturday with S, when we’d played at home in our front room and popped-out for lunch in Hampstead. However, J had been working near Epping and he reminded me of the several occasions during the first years of our marriage when we’d gone for long walks in the forest and he’d taken pictures of me posing naked in the woods. We thought it would be fun to re-visit our walks and take a new batch of photos “20 years on” . . . and stop-off for a pub lunch at one of the little villages on the outskirts of the forest on our way home.

We set off quite early and ours was the only car in the car park when we pulled-off one of the little lanes we’d remembered often driving down in the past. I’d worn only my white dress and trainers, so was well prepared to quickly pull it off over my head and pose against the trees once we’d left the main paths and walked just a little way into the forest. Though this was a week before all the really heavy rains we’ve just had in the south, it had still been frequently wet and the forest was quite damp, but it felt just wonderful walking naked between the trees. I felt really quite invigorated and “free” with the slight chill of the damp air against my skin. My nipples are always quite sensitive, but J pointed out how hard and erect they were as he positioned me in this pose and that pose. We found a great little clearing where several trees had obviously fallen over each other at some point in the past. They were covered with moss and it made a great backdrop as I leant against them with J directing me to turn this way, or stretch another. I’m not exactly a born model, but I enjoyed the naughtiness of what we were doing, and the wonderful feeling of that damp air all over my body, combined with what J calls my “natural exhibitionism” was making me feel more and more turned-on.

I tried convincing him to undress as well. I was telling him how wonderfully refreshing it felt and that we’d have plenty of time to cover-up if we heard anyone in the distance. But he said it was easy for me to talk, I just had a dress to pull back on, he’d have to step into trousers and shirt . . . and anyway, he was just enjoying taking pictures of me.

We started to move on in search of another backdrop when suddenly the heavens just opened. It was a huge downpour, and even being amongst all these trees we were immediately drenched, particularly as we’d made our way back to a main pathway. But I was absolutely loving it. J was trying to get me to put my dress back on (and trying to protect his precious camera by sliding it inside his shirt) as we started jogging back along the path in the direction we’d come from. But I felt incredible with the rain pelting against my skin, the almost stinging as it was hitting my breasts and bum was actually pleasurable, I was loving it. J was looking back at me as he jogged along in front of me, saying “that’s incredible, what a sight”. I was laughing and screaming with delight. It felt tremendously naughty and exciting to be actually walking/jogging along a public pathway completely naked. I kept refusing Js request to put my dress back on until we could actually see our van in the car park through the trees. “Look”, I said “there’s no other cars there anyway”.

Still, I pulled the (by now) soaking dress on anyway, and we ran across the car park to the van. We jumped in alongside each other laughing and kissing. J pointed at my nipples which were virtually bursting through the wet fabric of my dress. The rain actually seemed heavier inside the van as it hammered against the roof and windscreen, than it had seemed outside, though as J pointed out, even on the path, the trees had given us some shelter. We sat for some minutes waiting to see if the rain would ease. J was checking his camera to make sure it was still working, which it was, and we browsed through some of the pictures. I pointed out that he hadn’t taken one of me in the actual rain, and wanted to get out and pose alongside the van, but just then another car pulled into the car park. The rain did actually ease off, but the other car remained, and by now I just wanted to get home . . . I told J I wasn’t about to walk into a Pub with us both soaked to the skin, and anyway, I was feeling really, really horny and just wanted him to take me home.

30 minutes later the rain had stopped and we were walking in through our front door. We pulled each others clothes off at the foot of the stairs and kissed and fondled each other to the bedroom. I was still feeling incredibly naughty and was telling him how much I’d enjoyed walking naked in the woods. I’d pushed J back on the bed and was rubbing myself all over him. He was playing with my nipples as I rode up on him and I was so wet he slid straight inside me. I was pushing up and down on him and telling him to keep squeezing my nipples as I continued. He was trying to reach round and pull me closer but I loved the feeling of being in control and kept lifting myself up on him and then pushing back down telling him to look down at his cock pushing into me. He was gasping louder and louder so I lifted myself off him and slid down to suck and nibble at his erection. I love the feeling of power I get when I’m sliding my mouth up and down on him. I was cupping my hand under his balls and sucking up really slowly before pushing down again in a rush, sometimes lifting up just to swirl my tongue around his head and then swallowing down again. I knew exactly by his thrusting and his groans when he was going to come and I pulled away as he spurted out his first jets of come. I let it splash across his tummy and then leant forward to suck down on his cock again. I don’t really like the taste but I knew how much he’d loved hearing me tell him when I’d did this a month or so ago to S, so I wanted to do it again for him. He gasped and thrust even more and I pulled away again to slide upwards rubbing myself over his come on his tummy and chest to kiss him and slide my tongue into his mouth. We were kissing and squeezing each other and he was still shaking and shuddering.

We lay together side by side for a while, just kissing and stroking each other. He knew how much I needed to come as well and as he was starting to recover enough, I pulled him over on top of me telling him to suck his come off my nipples, and then pushed his head gently down to my pussy. I reached down to open my lips, as J really loves me doing this, and I was soon gasping as I felt his tongue sliding over and over my clit. I was really feeling worked up by now and told him I needed my toy box. I lay back with my legs spread, gently fingering my clit, whilst J went to the wardrobe. He returned with my rabbit at first, but I told him that would make it too fast, I wanted it to be long and slow, so I wanted my “silver one, and I want my wand”. J always worries about using my wand, and I don’t always feel in the mood anyway, but today I was just feeling so worked-up I was telling him I wanted to be really, really naughty and “I’ve had bigger things than a few beads”. That really got him going of course, and then when I turned over on my knees and reached under between my legs to direct the head of my silver vibro onto my clit, I could tell he was really enjoying it as well. He was licking all round where I wanted it most, and I was pushing myself back onto his tongue and telling him how much I loved it. The sound of my “silver machine” and his gasping breaths, and then that first feel of the wand had me gasping louder and louder. Once I was comfortable, I turned slowly back over onto my back and pulled his face down to mine. We kissed with deep tongue kisses and then I pushed him back down to my pussy again telling him to lick me out and then bring me back my juices on his lips. “I love tasting myself on you !!” Every now and then I’d have to tell him to hold onto the wand again as I squeezed myself and pushed against it. J told me later I was rolling my head from side to side and gasping out “fucking love it, fucking love it” over and over again.

Apparently when I came with huge screams pulling the wand out and rolling over on my side I almost suffocated J between my legs. When I come like this the feeling is so intense that I usually pull myself up into the foetal position and doze off almost immediately. Even though I can enjoy and have some big orgasms with S, it only seems to be with J that I can occasionally have such a big come that I can’t move or talk for some time afterwards. This was one of those comes. J says we lay for over an hour before I stirred. I do remember him cuddling into me from behind, and realising that he was aroused again as I could feel his cock rubbing against the back of my legs and he was sliding his hands under my arms and trying to finger my nipples. I pushed his hand away gently telling him they’d had enough for one day, but I rolled over onto my back and reached down to feel his hardness. I let him slide his hands down to my pussy and as we lay playing with each other I started to feel aroused again. J lifted himself up and slid down to my pussy again. He lay there some time, his licking and sucking soon making me feel horny again. He got up on his knees and lifted my legs up and back and then with one hand started slapping his cock against my lips and clit. It was a lovely sensation and I reached down between my lifted legs to open my lips wider and beg him to keep slapping at my clit. J was really worked up now as well and he slid his cock into me and then just leant back slightly and then started slowly pushing back and forth into me. We were both looking down as I rubbed my fingers round and round over my clit and I felt myself building again. I lay my head back and closed my eyes as he continued to rock into me, just nicely and slowly, not pounding, but the angle and the rhythmic stroking was really nice. Then I felt him re-adjusting his position and a minute or two later I heard the buzzing sound of my vibrator again. I gasped as I felt it pushing in between my fingers onto my clit. I pulled my fingers away and instead reached down to hold my legs up further with each hand as J began to quicken his thrustings into me. I still had my eyes closed but I suddenly realised with the feel of the vibrating over my clit that it wasn’t my silver machine that J had reached for, instead it was the smaller “ears” of my rabbit. The feel and the pulsing of the rabbit is so powerful that I always come quickly with it and I felt myself gasping out to J that I was exploding and then I felt him thrusting quicker and quicker and then pulling out to splash across me again as well. He fell forwards onto me and we rolled over onto our sides. The rabbit was still buzzing somewhere and I asked J to turn it off and then we cuddled up together again. J was stretching and talking and telling me we couldn’t fall back to sleep because the kids would soon be home from school. So, after a further few minutes resting side-by-side we pulled each other off the bed.

J packed away my toys whilst I sorted out fresh clothes for us both. We agreed we were both starving so went downstairs to eat . . . I couldn’t help giggling when my son came in a little while later to find us sitting at the kitchen table with plates and a cup of tea. When he asked why we were eating sandwiches at 4 o’clock in the afternoon, J replied “Well we’ve been so busy all day we didn’t have time for lunch!”

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posted by Edith @ 16:48 6 Comments

My first meeting with M in 2 Months

M called me out of the blue early on Monday. He hadn’t called me for ages and explained that his partners father had recently passed-away quite suddenly and unexpectedly. That had meant a rather trying time over the past six weeks as his partner had taken it quite badly. He asked if we could meet for lunch so I agreed to see him on Tuesday.

We spent most of the hour talking about his partners loss and how difficult it had been for her. M told me he loved my new hairstyle and that I looked absolutely stunning (even though I felt I was dressed quite normally and conservatively). He said he’d missed not seeing me and was desperate to get together. He asked if I could meet him on Friday evening, but I told him that Fridays were not possible for me as it was our end-of-week family night. When I got home that evening and told J though, he said I should call M back and say I could see him. I told J I didn’t really want to do that but I would think about it.

So . . . I eventually did call M, and told him I would see him on Friday but that I couldn’t stay out all night. He said that would be fine and we arranged to meet at our normal Italian.
He was waiting for me when I arrived. We had a nice meal and chatted all through without either of us once mentioning how we felt the evening should end. It was almost like a “first-date” again, and I certainly felt nervous and not quite myself. He took me rather by surprise though when he finally said “Drink-up and let’s make a move”. I reminded him that I’d told him I had to be going home and he replied that he knew that, and that as his partner was staying with her mother for the night, we could go back to their apartment for a while and he would get me a taxi home.

On the first occasion I’d gone to their flat, I’d felt quite assertive and almost defiantly provocative. This time though I didn’t feel in the right mood and even a little awkward as we stood in their kitchen whilst he poured some drinks. He turned and started kissing me and said “let’s have a bath together”. He led me round to the bathroom and started running the water into their large corner-shaped bath. We stood kissing again and then he pulled away and began to undress. I was still just standing there as he took his clothes off and turned-back to adjust the bath. He has a nice body and he was already semi-hard and his cock was wobbling and swaying from side to side as he moved around. I felt it rubbing against me as he came back to me and started to undress me. I began to feel a little more responsive as he gently kissed and sucked on my nipples . . . and then as he suddenly gasped in excitement as he pulled my knickers down over my hips, I remembered he hadn’t seen my “completely bare look”. He was saying “Oh, that’s fantastic, when did you do that?” and I opened my legs a little as he first kissed and then started stroking me with his hands. “God it’s smooth, incredible”. He stood up to kiss me and I could feel his cock was completely hard now, standing fully-erect against my tummy. He was running his hands all over me and getting quite carried away.

I stepped around him and told him I definitely needed that bath after a busy day at work. Their bath was much, much larger than ours and I enjoyed sliding down into the water and then having to only sit-up slightly as he stepped-in to join me. I liked looking at his body, with his cock swaying about as he climbed in. He was asking me questions about how I’d done my fanny and was still caressing my breasts and trying to slide his hands down to my pussy as we sat together in the bath. I felt much more at ease now as I stretched out my legs on either side of him and sipped on the large glass of wine that he’d brought from the kitchen. M was more intent on trying to play rather than relaxing and soaking though, and I was trying to ask him just to slow down a bit and let me enjoy the relaxing moment in his wonderful bath. I was trying to ask him about the layout and design of the bathroom and kitchen and living area of their flat and he was asking me about my waxing and how long I’d had it and how long it lasted. We were laughing and teasing each other now and he was trying to position himself underneath my legs and hips so that he could pull me onto him. I told him I didn’t really find it enjoyable though, so he stood up and stepped out of the bath to get the towels. He was still admiring my pussy as we dried ourselves and he led me to the bedroom.

Everything was happening so quickly now and I found myself on my back with him standing at the edge of the bed lifting my legs up and apart and rubbing his cock over my pussy. He was telling me how smooth it felt and I began to feel myself getting more aroused, especially when he leant forward and started sucking on my nipples. I had my legs around his hips now and felt his cock pushing into me. He was still standing at the edge of the bed and straightened up to grip my legs as he began to push into me with stronger strokes. I was gasping with the force of his thrusts and I could feel him now grasping the soles of my feet as he pumped harder and faster into me. He was spreading my legs wider apart and gasping loudly himself now as he continued pumping into me. His thrusts were actually quite fast and aggressive and I wasn’t finding it as arousing now as I had at first. I wanted to try and adjust my position but he had now slid his hands down onto my hips, lifting me up from the bed and pumping harder and faster. I wanted to ask him to slow down and lift me more back onto the middle of the bed, but he suddenly pulled out and with loud gasps and as I looked down at him at that moment there was a sudden spurt of come which shot straight up into my face. He was crying out with grunts and groans and more spurts splashed onto my neck and chest and as I opened my eyes again and looked down at him I could see him holding his cock and more come dribbling out and running down over his fingers.

I lifted myself up onto my elbows whilst he recovered and indicated that there was a box of tissues on the bedside table. I started to clean myself up, realising I had his come in my hair as well as over my cheek and neck. He still continued to stand holding himself while I wiped my neck and chest and tummy. Then I handed him a fresh handful of tissues as he’d recovered enough to sit down on the edge of the bed and lean back to clean himself. I lay back down on the bed as he snuggled up into my side and then began stroking inside my thighs, but I’d lost my momentum and lifted his hand away asking him instead just to cuddle me for a few minutes. He was telling me how he’d been dreaming for weeks of being back inside me, and how sensational I looked with my trim pussy. He was still trying to fondle and arouse me, but I’d completely lost my mood now and was even feeling a little uneasy about actually being there at all. It didn’t seem quite right. I apologised for not being in my usual mood and told him I really had to go home as it was quite a journey right across London, even at such a late hour. He was pleading with me to stay, or even just to stay longer . . . But I was feeling more and more out-of-place, so he reluctantly agreed that he would call me a taxi.

He made me coffee whilst we waited and promised that next time he would book a hotel again for us. But I explained that it wasn’t just that I was in their apartment, I just wasn’t quite feeling my normal self.

I texted J from the cab on my way home and a few minutes later he phoned to ask where I was and how it had been. I explained the cab still wasn’t even halfway home yet . . . But I could tell he was quite excited about the fact he would be seeing me. On every other occasion I’d been out with M, I’d stayed out all night. I knew he’d be waiting on the sofa for me, in a state of excitement like he normally was whenever I’d been out with S.

The taxi actually made quite good time and I arrived home before 1 p.m. which was even earlier than I’d been home from most of evenings with S. I walked into the front room to find J sitting naked on the sofa. I collapsed down beside him telling him I actually hadn’t enjoyed my evening much at all. He was trying to undress me straight away, so that made me even more annoyed . . . but he quickly realised that I wasn’t in the right mood. So he sat back and handed me a glass of wine and asked me what was wrong. We talked for ages, finishing the bottle of wine and just cuddling as I explained it had all been a bit of a rush, and I hadn’t really felt at ease being in their flat.

Normally I find myself getting aroused all over again when I tell J the events of my evenings, and I find it even more arousing when I see how stimulated and excited he becomes, but this time it wasn’t the same. I apologised for spoiling the first evening he’d had a chance to welcome me home from a meeting with M, but he just cuddled me and we ended up going up to bed and just snuggling up together before falling asleep.

I love J so much, and woke-up in the morning wanting to make it up to him, and apologising for letting him down. He was wonderful and I started stroking him and telling him I was feeling much more in the mood now . . . when . . . we were interrupted by my son calling out from the bathroom reminding us that we had the summer fair to get ready for !!!

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posted by Edith @ 14:46 9 Comments