Extra Marital Affairs

A Lovely Day Out with V

Yes, to everyone who has asked, I did meet with V (sorry I’m a bit late in posting this, it has just been such a busy week).

He called me at the office late on Wednesday afternoon to say he’d arrived but would like to see me tomorrow. I’d set-off to work that morning expecting to be meeting him that evening, so was immediately a little put-out. I told him that I wasn’t sure I could make tomorrow evening, but he replied “No I meant the day, I have tickets to take you to the Tennis Championships at Wimbledon”. I was caught-off guard, and stammered that it would be difficult to take a day-off work at such short notice. On the one hand I was annoyed that he had changed his plans again so quickly and obviously had something more important than seeing me that evening as he had originally requested . . . and yet the thought of being taken out for a day to such an exclusive occasion was, of course, very tempting. I told him I would need to see if I could change my appointments and call him back later.

I was trying to balance my annoyance at being “stood-up” against the appeal of being taken to such a different and interesting occasion as Wimbledon (I’d never been before). I didn’t want to make him think I was the type of woman for whom he could chop and change arrangements with whenever he wanted to. I did seriously think about saying “no” and ruminated for an hour or so . . . partly because I wasn’t sure how I felt about allowing myself to be “put-off” from a previously arranged appointment, and partly because I wanted to make him wait !!

I telephoned J to ask him what he thought. His immediate response was “you don’t even like Tennis !” and “what has he said about the evening, after the tennis?” I could tell that he was busy and either couldn’t really talk, or that he didn’t want me to go, so I told him I would say no.

He phoned back in a few minutes though and said he was being “selfish” and that “of course you should go. It’s ladies semi-finals day, if he’s got tickets for Centre Court, do you know how much they are going for?” I told him that V hadn’t mentioned anything about what sort of tickets he had, just that he had tickets. But, with J’s encouragement and, of course, my own feelings inside, I knew I would call V back and say “Yes”. (Though, of course, I made it seem like it had been a really, really difficult, decision to make and arrange!!)

That evening J was all over me, even the children chastising him for continually “cuddling” me in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner instead of the pizza’s they’d been promised by J. He was even more frustrated later upstairs as I had all sorts of outfits laid out on the bed, trying to choose what I was going to wear! Needless to say, I enjoyed his attentions and the flirting with him as I tried-on various items, teasing him with what I “wasn’t going to wear underneath”.

I met V in Fulham and as we talked over coffee he explained why he’d been unable to meet me the previous evening (perfectly understandable and something which is not appropriate to detail here). We got a taxi out to Wimbledon . . . and it was just such an enjoyable day! I had seen brief glimpses of the grounds on television, but to actually be there was just so, so different to how I’d imagined it. The atmosphere, the crowds bustling around between the courts, the ivy, the perfectly cut grass on the courts, and the green and purple everywhere on the brickwork and buildings was just wonderful to see and feel part of. V did have Centre Court tickets (he goes every year, normally for several days, and would be taking an important client to the Men’s Finals on the Sunday). We lunched in the Wingfield Restaurant, and later between one of the matches, had drinks in a roof bar overlooking the outside courts. V led us round for a walk around the courts and of course I just had to have Strawberries and Cream. It was such a lovely atmosphere and I although I have never really been interested before, I found myself caught-up in the atmosphere, particularly watching the young Chinese girl playing so well in the second half of the match against Serena Williams.

V was the perfect host throughout and the tone of his invitation for me to return to his apartment was almost as though he was half-expecting me to turn him down. Of course I accepted, and we agreed that as we’d eaten and snacked so much during the day we simply didn’t need an evening meal. Even so, as we didn’t leave until well after 9 p.m., it was after ten o’clock by the time we arrived at his apartment. V poured drinks whilst I stood on the balcony looking out over the river, and phoned J to say I would be home later. He was asking me all sorts of questions but I told him I had just had a “lovely day” and would tell all later if he waited up for me. V joined me on the balcony and we stood chatting for a while with him pointing out the lights of various landmarks along the river. It really was an extraordinary and impressive view. He began kissing and stroking me and I returned his kisses and then pulled away to ask if he’d mind if I showered “first” as I felt a little uncomfortable about having been walking and sitting and walking and sitting again all through the day.

He led me to the bathroom which was really more like a large tiled room with the shower itself in one corner where the floor tiles just sloped into a natural shower base. There were large mirrors and a wash basin and towel racks just inside the door and lots of chrome and glass shapes everywhere . . . Just beautiful. He helped me undress and gasped when he lifted my dress up over my head to discover that I had nothing on beneath. “You have been the whole day without knickers?” he asked. I replied that it had been perfectly warm enough and I often felt more comfortable without. I helped unbutton his shirt and gasped myself when I helped him step-out of his trousers and pants. He was already erect and it was as impressive as I’d remembered (and talked about with J at home the previous evening!).

We showered together, me resisting his attempts to pull me completely under the water jet as I didn’t want to get my hair wet. He was laughing and continually sucking at my nipples telling me how much he’d missed such “incredible bullets”. It was strange to have someone complimenting me so much on my breasts when both S and J pay so much more attention to my pussy and bottom. Although I find it difficult to get “too aroused” in the shower, I was enjoying his attentions and conscious that my nipples were quite erect and hard. But it was his cock I wanted to see more. It really is thick and I was stroking and pulling at him as much as he sucked and squeezed at my breasts.

We towelled each other dry (well almost) and he led me into the bedroom. Whilst he returned to the kitchen to top-up our wine I stood by the full-length windows gazing out again at the lights along the river. I was thinking how lucky I was to be experiencing a day like I had just had, and the situation I was finding myself in, and then telling myself that I deserved it, that he should be the one thinking how lucky he was. That I should be the one in control, I could do this, I deserved to be able to do this . . . I was aroused and excited.

V returned with the wine and led me back to the bed. He was soon playing and sucking with my nipples again and we rolled more into the centre of the bed. I was encouraging him to “bite them” but had to push him gently away after a minute or so as his nibbles began to get a little too hard. He slid down between my legs and I lifted myself up into his face as he licked at me. I was very worked-up and enjoying his tongue flicking around me. As we both pushed against each other though I began to feel his stubble scraping against my lips and started to lose my concentration so I pulled him upwards to my nipples again and then rolled him over onto his back. I wanted to be able to play with him more than I had on our previous meeting. I wanted to look and touch at him more. He was thick and hard and I wanted to feel it inside my mouth. I squeezed my fingers around him and licked and then sucked him inside. It felt warm and hard and thick and the feeling, and the sense of it was making me more excited and wet again. I wanted to feel it inside me and slid up over him pushing him back with my hands on his shoulders. He was smiling up at me and I could tell was enjoying my attentions. Neither of us were saying anything, other than the little gasps as I sat up and then down onto him.

As I told J later when we were reliving my day (and night), although he feels really big when I have him in my mouth, I don’t really feel any more “filled-up” when he is inside me like this. The idea of it is nice of course, and I loved being able to look down as I lifted myself up and down on him, and could see his thickness sliding in and out of me, but the actual feeling isn’t any more intense or different when I do the same with J or S.

V was reaching up and playing with my nipples again and then pulling me down by my shoulders to kiss me. He then rolled me over onto my back so that he was now on top of me, leaning forward and sucking on my breasts again. We were rocking back and forth and I could tell by his gasps that he was enjoying this position more than when I had been sitting on top of him. Then he rolled me onto my side more, re-adjusting our positions so that he was lifting my leg up and sliding into me from the side. I could now reach down and show him I was playing with my clit as we both pulled away from each other a little. I was feeling very naughty and very aroused and enjoying him leaning forward and sucking on my nipples again. I was rubbing faster and faster but then he wanted to change positions again and roll me more onto my back. I’d lost my concentration a little as we re-adjusted and he lifted my legs up. He was stroking into me but as I’d lost the sensation a little I told him I wanted to taste myself on him. “Bring me your cock up here” I asked him . . . and he pulled out and lifted up to rub himself over my chest. I told him to smack my nipples with it and we were both gasping as he slapped it down on each of my boobs in turn. I grasped his bum cheeks and pulled him further up so that I could lift up and suck him into my mouth. He was leaning forward over me and pushing so hard into my face I was almost choking for breath and I had to push him away a bit to get comfortable. I told him I loved tasting myself like that and I reached under him to play with his balls whilst I continued to suck up and down on him. I could hear him groaning and murmuring and then he pulled away and slid down me again. He then rolled off the bed and pulled me by my hips over to one side. He was standing on the floor now and opening my legs apart and then sliding into me. I could see his cock pushing in and out and wanted to reach down and start playing with myself again but he was already pumping faster and faster and gasping louder and louder. I could see by his face that he was going to come so told him “not inside V, come out”. He answered “I know” but continued pumping and holding my legs apart with a hand on each knee. Then he shouted out loudly and pulled out, thrusting forwards. He continued thrusting, pulling my legs around his hips now and I reached out to try and pull him closer as well. He was pumping and gasping, rubbing his cock on my tummy. I’d been pulled almost off the bed and could feel my legs dangling and my bottom right on the edge. I was holding onto him as he kept thrusting and stroking back and forth. I could feel his cock sliding on my tummy and his balls slapping against me. He was groaning loudly and then just started to stop stroking forwards. I thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to come after all and glanced down at his cock resting on my stomach. Then he shouted out again loudly and suddenly a large spurt shot out and up onto my chest. He pushed forwards again with several more quick strokes and I could see, and feel, more splashes against me. He was groaning loudly and telling me how “magnificent” I was. I was giggling and trying to hold him still against me so that I wouldn’t slide down off the bed. I told him it sounded nice to be called magnificent with his accent, and he reeled off more compliments in French as we pulled ourselves back properly onto the bed.

We lay together for quite some time, pausing to reach up for sips of wine and then rolling over onto our stomach to look out over the river again. I suddenly realised that the blinds hadn’t been drawn, but V laughed at my concern and pointed out that the only way that the room would be visible would be from someone at the same level, with binoculars, from the other side of the river. We sipped and talked and he began stroking and kissing my back, then sliding his hands down to my bottom and between my legs. I wanted to be aroused, and knew I should be given all the circumstances of the day, and where I was, and the company I was in, but for some reason I was conscious of the hour and that it was a long journey home. He was saying we “haven’t spent enough time yet” and “we can do more, it is still early enough”. He told me that I could stay the night if I wished and how much he wanted to “wake up beside each other”. But I said “perhaps next time” and that I really had to get home. I knew I had stayed-out much later with S than this, and had stayed out all night on previous occasions with M, but as with the last time I had been with V, my arousal had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Later on, when I was explaining it to J, I think it is because I feel I lose my confidence in his presence. Perhaps because he was a client first, and, (an unexpected), lover second. Perhaps it is because his life-style is so much greater than ours . . . but for some reason I just suddenly lost my desire, and therefore my control.

I could sense a disappointment in Vs voice. He was saying he felt on two occasions now that he hadn’t been able to give me the enjoyment I had given him. But I told him I had had one of the most enjoyable, and special, days of my life and that I had enjoyed every minute of the day, and the evening! As I dressed, and he called a taxi, we talked more about the office and my family. He asked if I would perhaps feel more comfortable if I joined him in Brussels for a weekend. I told him I was very flattered to be asked, but it was always difficult to get away for any length of time because of the children. He completely surprised me by saying “Bring your husband and children with you then. You should all be my guests, we will have time together on a different time”. I thanked him and told him he was a perfect gentleman . . . and he is.

In the taxi on the way home, after I’d texted J to tell him I was on my way, I tried telling myself that if there is a next time, I want to stay in control the WHOLE time !!

Best wishes - Edith
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posted by Edith @ 14:32