Extra Marital Affairs

Meeting with V

J and I had spent most of the weekend enjoying re-living my evening with S on the previous Thursday night, and I’d completely forgotten that V had mentioned he’d be returning to London at the end of the month . . .

So it was a complete surprise to arrive at the office on Monday morning to find an email from V saying he was in town that evening (leaving again Tuesday morning) and that he wanted me to join him for dinner. I wasn’t prepared, wasn’t dressed for going-out, and annoyed again that he’d not given me enough prior notice . . . but at the same time I felt those “tingles” and the exciting thought of meeting with two different lovers just a few days apart.

I called J to see if he would be ok about me going out straight from work, and would he be alright sorting-out the kids. He replied that of course he would be fine and that I should just text him when I was on my way home.

The day seemed to drag by (cancelled meetings and more concerns from the directors about falling revenue), but at least no-one else was staying on late and I was able to have the washroom to myself so that I could spend some time “freshening-up” and trying to do something with my hair and make-up.

V had booked at the same restaurant we’d had our very first meal alone together (for what I’d thought was going to be a team-business-meeting) earlier in the year. Very exclusive, very expensive and I felt very under-dressed for the surroundings. However, he was just so welcoming and bubbly that I was soon relaxed and enjoying the wonderful wine and atmosphere. We talked and drank and ate and were onto our second bottle of the meal in what seemed like no time at all . . . but, in fact it was almost ten o’clock before he asked if I would join him at his apartment. I replied “I’d like that” without a moments hesitation and he asked our waiter to have reception order a cab.

I love looking out at the river across the balcony from his apartment . . . it is just such a lovely view with the lights of the city and the bridges across The Thames. V handed me a glass of wine and asked if I needed to call J (as I had done on my two previous visits), but I told him that J knew where I was this evening. V grinned and shook his head saying “astonishing that he can be like that”. I accepted his embrace and told him “he always gets his rewards!”. We stood kissing and caressing and then he began unbuttoning my blouse . . . I helped him unfasten my skirt and then stepped backwards out of it as it fell to the floor. I enjoyed the look on his face as he said “Do you never wear any underwear?” I replied that of course I did, but that I had taken it off when I’d washed at the office as he hadn’t given me enough notice to know to bring a change of underwear. He laughed and said “I think I prefer it this way”.

We continued embracing, standing together in the middle of the room and I could feel myself enjoying the sensation of being with him. He is not startlingly good looking, but his manner and his personality and just something about his presence, has an almost intoxicating affect. I had undone his shirt and now his belt and then slid his shirt down off his shoulders as he took off his trousers and pants. I could feel him against me and enjoyed the sensation of sliding the palm of my hand down against his erection.

He suggested we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom . . . and I felt wonderful as he led me down the corridor, both of us completely naked now, my heels echoing on the hard wood floor. I felt extremely naughty and wonderfully aroused as we stood by the side of the bed with him leaning forward sucking on my nipples and I felt him rubbing himself against me. We fell backwards together onto the bed and he continued his attentions on my nipples. I asked him to “bite them” and could hear myself moaning more and more loudly as he moved from left to right. Then as I opened my legs he slid down to my pussy and I began pushing myself against him. My nipples were still tingling and I reached down with each hand to pinch at them as he continued working at me with his tongue.

Then he pulled himself upwards and with a hand on each knee was spreading me apart and pushing into me. I was completely lost now, looking down at him pushing himself into me . . . I slid my hands down from my breasts over my tummy, spreading my lips wider for him. He was groaning loudly himself now and stroking faster and faster. I was desperate to be moving with him and began rubbing my fingers around and around my lips and then up to my clit. Lifting it up for him and showing it to him as I rubbed my fingers around it. I lifted my fingers up to his mouth so he could lick them and down to my clit again. I could hear myself calling out, I knew we weren’t in a hotel room and I wanted to let myself go. I was becoming more and more worked up and gasping louder with each of his thrusts. I kept opening and closing my eyes, not wanting to lose the moment but still wanting to see him pushing into me. I hadn’t come in my two previous visits with him and for a moment that thought flashed through my mind again, I could feel his thrusting, I could look up and see the straining on his face, and I could see and feel my own fingers rubbing quicker and quicker. When it came I knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t help myself . . . I had wanted to feel this since that first night. I knew I was good, I knew I deserved it and I knew I had wanted it so badly . . . it felt wonderful . . . I felt wonderful and I as I pushed him away and rolled over onto my side I was almost laughing and gasping and groaning all at the same time.

V knelt on the bed beside me and I was conscious of him trying to hold me tightly still as I shuddered with the convulsions. I shook him away and he started apologising, thinking that he’d upset or hurt me in some way, that I’d “lost it” and my curses and groans were ones of disappointment. I had to turn back to him and pull him down on the bed beside me explaining that I hadn’t lost it, but had just had a huge come and was still tingling and recovering. And it had been huge . . . when I was explaining it to J later I described it as completely different to how I can sometimes come from his licking and tonguing, or different from when S plays with my bottom . . . not more enjoyable, or exhausting and certainly nothing to do with the size of V. I described it as being more of a “relief” or an “emotional” orgasm, rather than a physical one. Typing it here now that doesn’t sound, or read, sensible or right . . . but that’s what it was like! Draining and exhausting and enjoyable like the sort of orgasms I have experienced before, but possibly because of where I was, and who I was with, it was perhaps more the surprise in which I had lost myself rather than the physical feeling, that accounted for my explosion.

As we lay together V said he had never been with a woman who “used such language” before. I asked him if he disliked it and when he said he found it “slightly disarming” I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I never, ever, swear in public or my normal everyday work, or family life, but both J and S have often told me they find it a “turn-on” to hear me using language like that, and I had grown to find it such a release during sex. He must have sensed that I suddenly felt uncomfortable as he started telling me he didn’t “dislike it” just that he found it “unusual”. I could tell by the feel of his hardness against my leg that he obviously hadn’t found it “unusual” enough to be a complete turn-off. I squeezed him and told him that I was “an unusual woman” and he moaned his agreement as I squeezed and stroked more.

I continued my stroking and fondling, pushing both my hands down between us now, and he responded first by stroking my back and then by trying to play with my nipples again. I pulled away from his touches though, telling him they were a bit sensitive, and I rolled him onto his back and slid down his tummy. His thickness is really quite impressive, and I slid my mouth straight over him, cupping one hand under his balls as I knelt up between his legs. I was enjoying sucking up and down on him. I was alternating between quick strokes sucking up and down, sucking right down to his tummy and then slowly sliding my mouth back up and off him, twirling my tongue around his head . . . before suddenly sucking quickly down and then up again with quick strokes. I had only been playing with him like this for a few minutes though when he suddenly began to gasp and reached down to hold my head. I had to pull myself away and felt him splashing against my neck and under my chin. I rubbed myself forward onto him, rubbing my boobs and then my tummy over him as I pulled myself up to lie on him. I whispered that he should tell me when he was coming, not try to hold me there as I didn’t like “doing that”. He replied that he’d been trying to tell me and had been trying to lift my face away . . . apologising when I said “it didn’t feel like that”. He wanted to get up “to clean up the mess” but I had sat up on him now, telling him he had been naughty and I wasn’t going to let him up. I pushed his hands back over his head and leant forward on him, rubbing myself over him more. He said “I want to clean you up otherwise you’ll be going home smelling of me”. I teased him by pushing his arms down on the pillow more and rubbing myself into his face and then sliding back to kiss him and flick my tongue into his mouth before pulling away and telling him that “J will like me coming home smelling of you!!”. He rolled me over onto my side again saying how “remarkable and magnificent a woman” I was.

We lay for some time, sitting up occasionally to sip at our wine from the bedside table, looking down at the river and talking again about our work and his plans for the coming few weeks. We heard my phone alarm ringing from my handbag in the kitchen along the corridor and he got up to go out and bring it back to me so I could turn it off. “Does that mean that you want to leave me again?” he asked. I told him that it was a long journey home and that I did have to be going. He went back out to the sofa to bring my clothes and ask if I would like a coffee whilst he telephoned for a cab. I told him I’d actually prefer more wine and he went back to the kitchen to bring back the bottle. I was enjoying watching him walk back and forth . . . he doesn’t have a “general” physique that much different from either J or S, but he just seems so completely at ease being naked, (J thinks that this is “probably because he’s always known he has a bigger than average cock” so he’s never had that self-consciousness about being seen in the nude). I’ve explained to J that I like watching him walk “away” from me, as well as “towards” me, so it has nothing to do with that, and that I just like watching him walk around like that. In the 15 or 20 minutes or so whilst I was getting dressed, putting on my shoes and waiting for the taxi, he remained completely naked and we continued talking and drinking as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Eventually when his phone went to say the cab was waiting downstairs, he offered to put his robe on and walk down to the foyer with me. But I kissed him goodnight, rubbing his chest and then reaching down to pull gently on his willy telling him “I can see myself out, and besides, I’d prefer to remember my last glimpse of you to be like this”.

The taxi had driven just a few streets when I received a text from V saying “remarkable, unforgettable, insatiable, won’t you come back?” I glanced up at the cabbie’s mirror conscious of not wanting to let him see me giggling to myself as I texted my reply back, “not this time, like to keep you wanting more!”

As we crossed the river I texted J “hope you’re waiting up for me”. His reply came back within a couple of minutes “ready and expecting you naked under your coat”. I thought about telling him he could hardly expect me to be sitting in the back of a taxi driving through the middle of London with nothing on but an overcoat, but instead decided a teasing “you’ll have to wait and see won’t you” was better.


Best wishes - Edith
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posted by Edith @ 23:47