Extra Marital Affairs

Part Two of my Bank Holiday

Having woken up and just laying together for some time I told him we really did need some food so we moved to the kitchen. S wanted coffee whilst I started preparing an omelette and mixing together an M&S salad from the fridge. We ate at the dining room table, still both naked, and our conversation turned again to our families and our hopes and expectations for our children (they are all of a similar age). It was now raining outside and S wondered if the barbeque would be affected and worried that perhaps J and the children may decide to come home early. I reassured him that they were definitely staying over and that J would always let me know if they’d had to change their plans.

I suggested more wine and returning to the front room. S followed and I asked him to select a new DVD from our collection whilst I lounged back onto the sofa bed. S joined me and I sat back whilst he flicked through the scene-selection menu. We just cuddled and stroked, becoming more adventurous with our kissing and fondling and slowly began turning our attention away from the screen and more to each other. My nipples were really sensitive and I encouraged him to keep sucking at them as he gripped me by the shoulders and rocked me from side to side as he moved from one breast to the other. I was loving the feeling and didn’t want him to move further down my tummy yet. I hugged him into me and kept whispering him to “not go anywhere else yet”. I could feel his willy against me and I was feeling completely relaxed and warm and aroused.

As my nipples began to feel a little more tender I opened my legs and we adjusted ourselves and he slid inside me. It was really nice to be just slowly and patiently pushing against one another, kissing and stroking and sliding up and down. S would occasionally pull completely out and slide down to kiss at my tummy and tease my clit with his tongue and then sliding up again holding his mouth open and allowing me to push my boob forward with which ever nipple I wanted him to close his lips around. I would hold his head and tell him “not too hard” and feel myself pushing my hips against him and feeling his willy pushing into me again. We stopped and started several times and I pushed him over onto his back and sat up next to him to stroke his cock for a while. He had both hands reaching forward still playing with my boobs and I’d pull away every so often to lean down and suck on him.

We stopped for awhile . . . both needing trips to the bathroom. He was lying on his stomach watching the screen when I returned, so I lay on top of his back, rubbing my boobs over his back, down over his bum cheeks and then up the small of his back and spine and up to his shoulder blades. I lent forward kissing at his ears and he was gasping at how nice the feeling was. I slid back down his back to playfully bite his bum cheeks. He squirmed and turned over, his cock popping up as he turned onto his back. I cooed my admiration and immediately sucked down on him. He was pushing more quickly now so I lifted away and then straddled myself over him asking “would you like me to fuck you now?” He let me lift up and down on him for only a few strokes before he pulled me away and turned me over onto my back opening my legs out really wide and starting to lick at me. With the sudden change in pace and position I found myself really starting to tingle. His tongue was lapping at me and then as he lifted me further upwards by my hips I felt his tongue licking further around me towards his favourite spot. I could hear myself gasping and groaning with excitement then allowing myself to be turned over onto my knees. His tongue was sliding around and pushing into me. I felt myself tingling with the excitement of releasing myself to him as he lifted me up and pushed my arms up against the back of the sofa bed. The pause, whilst he moved off the bed for a moment, seemed to just heighten the tension and excitement. I smelt the gel before I felt it. Then the coldness against my skin and his probing finger and kisses on my bum cheeks and I could hear myself gasping and moaning. I was so, so worked up it almost seemed as though he was teasing me with the delay in moving closer against me. Then I felt him against me again, his hands on my cheeks moving me apart, and then that gushing, gasping push. I was moaning loudly as I felt his hands on my hips pulling himself onto me. He was kissing my neck and ear now, asking “what do you want” as we pushed against each other. I was gripping onto the top of the back of the sofa-bed, riding him against me and we were both pushing back and forth. I could hear, as well as feel, him pushing into me, his tummy slapping against my bum cheeks. He kept asking “what do you want” in time with his grunts and thrusts. I was gasping and groaning loudly back at him. “Fucking, fucking”. Our rocking and thrusting went on and was easier but still completely engulfing as we continued. I know I get carried away when I am relaxed enough to completely let myself go like this . . . I could hear myself gasping and swearing in rhythm.

Even being completely relaxed as I was I can’t come like this. It wasn’t until he slid his hands around in front of me, teasing my nipples for a few minutes before sliding his hands down over my tummy to my pussy and then circling his fingers around and around my lips. He stroked his finger into me and then started sliding it back to play with my clit . . . he knows what this does. He was gasping into my ear, and I was screaming out my response . . . and I just couldn’t go on. He was still pushing into me and holding me around my tummy but I just had to pull his hands away and collapse sideways away from him, gasping and crying out with the release of the pressure and the bursting, tingling sensation of my come. I heard S groaning and gasping as well as I curled-up into the foetal position I just have to take when I have such an intense come like this. It wasn’t until a few moments later as he adjusted himself and then cuddled-up behind me in a comforting embrace, that I felt his wetness on my back and the sheet beneath us. We lay together not saying anything at all, just breathing heavily . . . and then completely falling into a deep sleep.

We slept for two hours . . . woken up by the sound of quite heavy rain against the patio outside. The DVD screen was back to the static main menu. S got up to find his watch. I asked him for more wine and sat-up to accept the glass as he returned to the sofa bed. He said he would have to think about going soon . . . I acted teasingly hurt and disappointed, pulling at him gently and making him sit back on the sofa bed. We sipped at our wine as I tried to persuade him it was “too early to leave me yet”. He was already semi-erect anyway, and with my stroking and suggestive kisses on his cheek, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. Then my phone rang. S got up off the bed to pick it up from where I’d left it in the kitchen, announcing as he walked back towards the sofa that it was J’s name that was flashing on the screen. J had rung off before S reached me, so I immediately called him back, motioning to S that he should sit back down beside me. J was just “checking-in” to see if everything was alright and if I’d finished “entertaining”. I held out my glass so that S could top-up my wine whilst I told J that we were “still enjoying a relaxing time watching your movies in the front room”. I cheekily opened my legs whilst I continued chatting to J asking him how the barbeque was going and if the kids were behaving themselves. I was actually tingling at the excitement of talking to my husband on the phone whilst sitting naked with my lover on our sofa-bed. With the phone in one hand and my glass of wine in the other I couldn’t touch my “tingly spot” but I was opening and closing my legs suggestively for S and lifting my hips up and down motioning to him that I needed “soothing”. He lent forward to lick at me and I opened my legs wider gasping with the thrill of his tongue flicking across me whilst I was actually talking to my husband on the phone. J noticed the change in my voice and asked what was happening. Almost as though I was afraid someone would overhear my voice on the other end of the telephone, I whispered out “I’m being naughty while you’re talking to me”. “How naughty?” J asked with a sudden change in the tempo of his own voice. I explained that I was sitting up with my back against the sofa bed with “my lover lying between my legs sucking on my bits”. J was gasping down the other end of the telephone at how fantastic that was and to “keep talking, keep saying what’s happening”. It was an incredibly exciting feeling to know I was being tongued and licked around my pussy whilst my husband was on the other end of the phone. I couldn’t talk, only gasp and groan as I could feel S beginning to enjoy the situation as well. I could hear J saying “what’s happening, what are you doing?” I was saying back “Is anyone with you, where are you”. He replied that he was in the upstairs guest room at his brothers and was on his own and just wanted to hear me “being fucked”. He kept saying “let me hear it, I wish I could see it”. I was telling him that I was only being licked, but I was getting quite carried away with the sensation of what we were actually doing that I could feel myself starting to come again. I glanced down at S who was looking up at me as he continued to swirl his tongue around me and then lifted away a little to slide his finger inside me and then start flicking and licking again. I was gasping down the phone how naughty I felt and how much I loved it and how much I “love you”.

I came again . . . not as intensely as I had a couple of hours earlier, but enough to be gasping and moaning into the telephone and telling J how wonderful he was for letting me be like this. He was gasping back how fantastic I was and how he wished he could be watching it all happen. S was just sitting up now . . . I suddenly sensed that he looked a little upset so handed him my glass of wine and told J that I would have to go. He wanted to know why we couldn’t talk more and what was wrong, but I told him I promised I would call him later. I hung-up and apologised to S, telling him that it had been so naughty and that I’d just got carried away and I hoped I hadn’t upset him. He said he loved hearing me talk dirty like that and that he loved looking at, and tasting, my pussy. I still felt guilty in some way . . . I suppose because I was worried he might have felt “subsidiary” in some way. I cuddled into him, stroking at him and telling him that I really had such a wonderful day and that I’d hoped he had enjoyed it as well. He replied that of course he had and that he always enjoyed every minute of the time we spent together. I told him I wasn’t going to let him go home yet and pushed him backwards onto the sofa-bed. It was now my turn to spread his legs and suck down on him. I lay down between his legs, scraping my nails along the inside of his legs, teasing him by letting the back of my hand rub against his balls as I scratched gently up and down on each leg. I pushed his legs even wider . . . he was now getting hard again . . . and then plunged my mouth down on him sucking at him as hard as I had earlier. I could taste the gel on him at first, but then as I stroked up and down it just felt nice and warm and really, really hard as I sucked downwards and he pushed upwards. He was trying to close his legs and move forwards a bit on the bed but I kept holding his legs apart sucking up and down with faster and faster strokes. He eventually lifted me away though and turned me over to lay me on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the sofa-bed, he stood at the side of the sofa lifting my legs up and pushing them back so that my knees were at the side of my head. He was rubbing his willy over my lips, tapping it against my clit in a smacking motion and then reaching down to spread my lips apart so that he could slide into my pussy. When I looked up at him I could see his eyes were closed, but I could tell from the straining motion on his face that he wanted to come. He was stroking back and forth into me quite aggressively and as he is not normally like this I felt that perhaps he had been a little annoyed at my phone conversation with J earlier. Although I knew I wasn’t going to come again, it was a nice sensation and I wanted to be naughty for him. I was encouraging him to “fuck me, really hard” and pushing my pussy back against him to meet his thrusting. He was getting faster and faster and then cried out with a loud groaning sound as he pulled away and splashed all over my legs and tummy.

He stood by the side of the bed for a few moments, but then I pulled him in beside me and we lay together again cuddling and stroking each others backs and arms. We lay for half an hour or so, talking and telling each other how nice and naughty we had both been. I asked him to stay longer, telling him it would be nice if he could “sleep over” all night. But he said he wouldn’t be able to come up with any believable excuse to tell his wife . . . so we just lay for another hour or so, talking and finishing our wine. I got up and helped him gather up his clothes and then sat on the edge of the sofa bed whilst he got dressed. We kissed quite passionate goodbyes at the door and agreed that it really had been a wonderful day. I was quite genuine when I told him that I had enjoyed his company as well, and that it hadn’t all been about just the sexy time we’d had.

After he left I lay back down on the sofa-bed and called J back to tell him my day was over. He told me he hoped I’d saved some energy for his own return the next day, telling me he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. I replied I imagined I wouldn’t have any problem at all in sleeping . . . and I certainly didn’t !!!


Best wishes - Edith
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posted by Edith @ 16:57