Lunch with M

I've never had so many messages after a posting . . . in the two weeks since I mentioned M's invitation to a weekend away in Madrid, I've received 37 messages encouraging me to go (many of you suggesting imaginative things I should do or say).

I'm sorry to have disappointed you all . . . but I could never have spent three days away from home, even if I had wanted to do. And that's just the point, I simply didn't want to.
I do find it fun (and flattering) to be in his company for an evening, but I know I couldn't handle M's rather overbearing personality for three days!!!

And anyway, it wasn't really a romantic weekend away he was offering, it was a business trip. He spent most of Friday in meetings with his client and then they entertained him on Friday and Saturday evenings.

So you see . . . it wasn't the sort of weekend that most of you were imagining. And, as I said, even if I'd thought I could leave my work for one day, and my home and children for three, I know I would find M too annoying to be with for three whole days.

He called me on Monday morning immediately after his return the night before and asked if we could meet. I agreed to meet him for lunch on Tuesday. He enthused about the hotel, the restaurants etc. etc. and said "you must come with me for the next round of meetings the first week in October".
But . . . before you all get too excited . . . I declined again for exactly the same reasons as before.

We had a nice chat, and as I said, it is quite flattering to receive such attention from a bubbly, enthusiastic man . . . I promised I'd see him in the next week or so, before his next weekend away, but I made it quite clear that I wouldn't be going with him!!

Ending my affair with M ??

I’d had a lovely weekend with J re-living my night with S earlier that week, and was feeling really happy on my way into the office on Monday morning. Then my mobile rang and I could see it was M calling. I’d hadn’t thought about him all weekend but wasn’t overly surprised he was calling as he’d phoned at the same time several times during the past two weeks.
He wanted to meet for drinks and a meal . . . I agreed to meet that evening, “but just for drinks after work”. I hadn’t felt at ease during our most recent meetings and I’d agreed with J that perhaps it would be better if I told M that things weren’t really working out about us seeing each other.

He texted later in the afternoon to say he’d booked an early table at, what I knew to be a very exclusive restaurant in Covent Garden. I immediately called him straight back on his mobile to tell him that I’d meant what I’d said earlier about not being able to stay out late. He assured me that was fine and that he would just love to share a meal together and that he had something for me.
As I freshened-up in the washroom before leaving the office, I found myself rehearsing little excuses in the mirror, as to what I would say.

He was waiting in the bar area when I arrived. We ordered drinks and sat down on the plush sofas whilst we waited for our table. He produced a long thin box with a little card “to the most beautiful, exciting woman I have ever met”. I protested that he shouldn’t be buying me gifts . . . but he was insistent that meeting me again had changed his life and he wanted to give me something that I would remember him by.
It was the most beautiful necklace, really, really lovely and instead of feeling cheapened (as I’d thought I might as I opened it) I actually felt quite flattered that he would give me such a beautiful piece of jewellery. I couldn’t refuse his request to put it on as we sat down at our table.
We chatted through the meal mostly about work and my children starting a new year at school. He was seemingly avoiding mentioning his own domestic situation and I wasn’t about to encourage him to discuss it.
The food, atmosphere and service was really nice and I felt completely relaxed and confident in his company. We both declined deserts and settled for coffees instead. Then he said “Look, I have booked a room, but there’s no pressure, just come back with me for an hour”. I heard myself agreeing, whilst saying “I have to go home though”.

The hotel was just as exclusive as the restaurant and just a short cab journey away. He’d checked-in earlier in the afternoon and led me hand-in-hand across the foyer to the lifts. The suite was huge and he was soon pouring fresh drinks from the mini-bar. I just couldn’t help myself and was soon returning his passionate kisses. He led me to the bathroom and suggested running a bath, but I said I really wouldn’t mind just a quick shower to freshen-up. He had the shower on and was undressing me before I’d really had time to think. He unclipped my bra and then as he slid down my panties, told me how he’d been thinking every day of my beautiful shaven pussy. I stepped away and into the shower, trying to regain my thoughts and wondering how this was so different from what I’d told myself I’d be doing. He joined me in the shower, rubbing soap over my back and then turning me round and embracing me. I was protesting that I didn’t want to get my hair wet (I’m still quite vain about my hair and make-up in a situation like this), so he reached round and adjusted the height of the showerhead so it played down on our backs below our shoulders. He really has quite a nice, muscular body, and I was enjoying lathering him and soaping down his chest, teasingly trying to avoid touching his erect cock which was swaying around in front of me.

He towelled me down and then asked if I would put my necklace back on which I had taken off before stepping into the shower. He stood behind me to do up the clasp and then reached round to cup my breasts. It was quite arousing looking at myself in the mirror, standing naked in front of him with one of his hands on each of my breasts and feeling his erection rubbing between my bum cheeks. I turned round and we were soon kissing again and shuffling out of the bathroom into the main room of the suite. He was leaning forward sucking at my nipples and then dropping down on his knees to start licking my pussy. I was getting more and more turned-on, looking down at him and enjoying the sight of my new necklace and feeling his tongue swirling around me. He stood up again and then reaching round to lift me by the bum, he lifted me up and onto him. I was so wet he slid straight in and resting my back against the wall I could put my legs up around his hips. His back felt really smooth and it felt quite erotic and arousing to be locked around him like this. We were rocking back and forth against each other now and he would pause every so often to lean down and suck at my nipples.
Saying we needed to get more comfortable he lifted me up a little further and starting stepping sideways across the room. I felt really naughty, giggling and gasping at the same time and rubbing myself into his chest. I’d thought we were moving towards the bed, but he stopped at the large circular table to the side of the bathroom and rested me backwards against it. I could slide back slightly and felt my bum sitting on the cold table top. I could now lean back more easily and he began pushing with quicker strokes. I was resting one hand back on the table for support, but feeling myself getting more and more worked up, I reached down with my free hand to start playing with my clit. M was gripping me with one hand on each hip and gasping out “That’s fantastic seeing you do that”. I came really quickly, just gasping out with loud sighs and throwing myself forward against him. I was just hugging him tightly and he carried me to the bed. I rolled over on my tummy asking him to cuddle me and telling him that was really naughty to take advantage of me like that.

We lay together for quite some time, with him occasionally trying to take me by the shoulders and turn me over. But I told him I just needed time to recover and he just had to let me relax. We talked for awhile and he continued stroking me and kissing my arms and back. As I began to wake-up a little more I stopped protesting at his kisses and he slid down kissing my bum cheeks. He began to get a little bolder, licking between my cheeks with his tongue. At first I kept my cheeks firmly clenched together, but as I began to get aroused again I relaxed them more and more. He seemed to be enjoying himself and I was beginning to feel naughty again . . . So I lifted my bum up off the bed slightly. At first I think he thought I was inviting him to lick round to my pussy, but when I lowered and then raised and then lowered myself again, he got the idea of just where I was enjoying the feel of his tongue. He lifted away to ask if I liked that and feeling naughtier and naughtier I replied. “Sometimes. Sometimes I like it and sometimes I really like it”. I could hear him almost choke as he heard me and I pushed up harder against his tongue.
He knelt up on his knees and suddenly tried to press himself against me, so I had to pull away and say “No, I don’t want that there, I just want more of what you were just doing”. He slid back down between my legs again asking if I ever did take it there inside me. I knew he’d asked me this before, but I was enjoying myself telling him again that “I have to be in exactly the right mood, and you can’t just push it in, I have to have gel and anyway, I’m just enjoying what you’re doing now at the moment”.

I was really enjoying being in control of the situation now and I was lifting up and lowering down and getting really aroused all over again. I reached round to open my cheeks wider and could hear and feel him gasping . . . I was feeling really horny and naughty now. I lifted myself up on my knees and said “Now you can fuck my pussy like this if you want to!” I felt him lifting himself up and trying to push into my bum. “No, not there!” I was really worked-up by now and felt like being more and more outrageous. I reached round to guide his cock into my pussy saying “I want my cunt fucked”. He had both hands on my hips and the feeling of him stroking back and forth into me was wonderful. I was gasping with each thrust and he was doing the same. I pushed the pillows away from my face and leant forward further. I was looking back underneath my arms and could see my boobs wobbling with each stroke and his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. He was stroking faster and faster and I could hear his grunts becoming louder and sharper.
He came with loud groans and shudders and as I looked down I could see little dribbles slipping down from my pussy and his balls. I was gasping “don’t stop” and felt myself coming as well . . . I fell forward again onto my tummy and he rolled over onto his side beside me. We lay like this for ages . . . this time he was as still as I was. I began to think he’d drifted off to sleep and I remembered I hadn’t texted J as I had promised . . .

At least half an hour must have passed before I lifted myself up and kissed him on the shoulder and told him I had be be going home. He pulled me into him and begged me to stay . . . But I reminded him that I’d agreed to meet “just for a drink, and look what’s happened”. He laughed and asked if I hadn’t enjoyed it. I replied that of course I had enjoyed it, but that J would be waiting up for me at home and that I really, really had to go.
I pulled on my panties and skirt and blouse and pushed my bra into my handbag. I was looking at my phone to see if perhaps J had texted and I’d not heard it, but there was nothing. M was still pleading with me to stay, saying it was after 1 o’clock and that J had probably assumed by now that I’d be “sleeping over”. I leant forward and kissed him on the cheek telling him that I really did have to go. I thanked him for the “beautiful necklace and a wonderful evening”. He said he’d ring down to the front desk and ask them to call a cab, but I told him I’d feel totally embarrassed by that. “It would look really obvious wouldn’t it!” I said. So he got up and pulled on his clothes to come down with me and we walked outside to flag down a black cab. I felt a little guilty about him having booked such an expensive room and then leaving him to stay the rest of the night on his own. But he said he’d had a fantastic night and he knew I had told him I couldn’t stay. There were no cabs immediately outside the front of the hotel . . . Whilst we waited he told me he had a business trip to Madrid for the weekend in two weeks and he would love to take me. Leaving on Friday morning, spending two nights there and returning on Sunday. I told him that although it was lovely of him to ask, I couldn’t possibly manage a weekend away like that. He began trying to persuade me, but thankfully before I started to feel even more guilty about all this lavish attention, a cab pulled-up. I gave him a quick peck-on-the cheek goodbye and hopped in.

Once I’d given the cabbie the directions and we were a few streets into our journey, I called J’s mobile. He answered immediately. I told him where I was and asked him if he was still awake. He said of course he was, but he had been beginning to think I wasn’t coming home. He asked if I’d had a good time. “Yes, really nice actually” I giggled. He groaned and said “tell the cabbie to get here as quick as he can”.

I was home in thirty minutes. And in the dark of our porch, I slipped off my knickers from under my skirt and stuffed them into my handbag with my bra.
I walked quietly into the front room to find J had set-up the sofa bed and was lying naked across it. I laughed as he said “Well you obviously haven’t been taking all this time to tell him you can’t see him anymore!” I showed him my necklace and undressed and then got onto the bed beside him. He rolled me over onto my back, kissing and licking at my pussy and pleading me to tell him “everything”. As I recounted the evening, and he became more excited, I pulled him up alongside me and we lay side by side. I was whispering my story into his ear and stroking his cock. It felt really hard and smooth and he was writhing from side to side as I talked. I do like the feeling of turning him on so much like that. And as I was telling him how naughty I’d been at the end, and how I’d been telling M what to do and how I liked it, I could sense J coming. He just burst with a huge gush and groans and I was giggling and shooshing him and had to put my hand over his mouth to try and muffle his cries. We cuddled into each other and he was whispering how he loved hearing me talk dirty like that. I told him I really had been very naughty, but couldn’t help myself. Just the situation of being in such a plush hotel, knowing I was turning on a younger man so much, and knowing that my husband was at home knowing what I was doing . . . All that had just made me want to be even more outrageous and let myself go. I hadn’t felt so naughty in a long time.

As we cuddled into one another more, J reminded me that I had been with two different lovers in two weeks and that I couldn’t get much naughtier than that!

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.