Half-Term Frolics
Just haven’t had time to complete the whole of my evening with S at half-term, but here’s how it started . . .
Half term and S had invited me round as his wife and children were visiting her parents for three nights . . . he would cook me a meal and “we could relax for the whole night”.
I left work early and arrived home to find both my children out at friends, so I ran myself a bath and lay soaking and unwinding. I’d been soaking for half an hour, before J arrived home. He knew I was going out to see S of course, but was surprised to find me already home as he was nearly always home well before me. He poured me some wine and then sat on the edge of the bath and we talked, happy to unusually have the house to ourselves. J was suggesting I should venture down to S’s in just my coat once again, but I told him I’d already done that recently and I felt like dressing up and had already sorted-out my wardrobe. He undressed as I got out of the bath and asked me to leave the water in so he could have a soak as well. He was quite obviously already aroused about me going out and told me I had to come back into the bathroom so he could see me before I left.
I’d been thinking most of the day about what to wear for the evening. Being able to go straight to his house instead of having to meet at a bar or restaurant first, gave me the opportunity to wear something special, and more exciting than I would normally be able to. I’d actually been feeling more aroused the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the more daring ideas and outfits I came up with. And lying in the bath talking to J had made me feel even more aroused and provocative.
I’d eventually settled on a black body-stocking type top that we had bought along with some of our toys years ago. I’d only worn it (briefly) for J once and it had stayed in the bottom of my lingerie draw ever since. It is completely sheer black lace with a wide fishnet design and adding a loose red three-quarter length skirt and my red-ankle boots would, I thought, make the sort of impression that S wouldn’t forget. I finished with red-lipstick and was contemplating doing my nails in the same colour but J was calling from the bathroom. When I walked in he was almost speechless . . . finally gasping out that I looked “incredible”. I lifted my skirt “do you think I need knickers?” . . . and then I asked if he thought it would be “too tarty” to do my nails. He was stepping out of the bath and dripping water all over the floor as he started to try and reach out for me. I passed him the towel and backed out of the room back towards our bedroom with him following me and telling me I just had to let him touch me. I was giggling and telling him he was going to spoil my top by getting it wet, but as we got to the bed he almost lifted me off the floor with his embrace. I was protesting that he was spoiling my lipstick . . . And that the bedroom door was wide open if the children were to come home and walk straight up the stairs. He got up off the bed to close the door and then came walking back to the bed with his cock standing fully erect. I sat back on the bed and stopped him by putting my hand on his chest and stroking his erection. I lent forward and sucked him in completely as he kept telling me how incredible I looked. I could sense him coming in just a matter of minutes and pulled away, sliding sideways and pushing his cock back onto his tummy as he fell down onto the bed, so that I splashed it all over him rather than onto my top and skirt. He was writhing and gasping and I pulled his legs up onto the bed and laid him back completely and then got up to wipe him up with some tissues. This was the first time he’d ever come BEFORE I had actually gone out with my lover.
. . . I will try and finish the rest of the evenings events during the coming week . . .
. . . if you are interested that is ???
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Close to home with S
Our first meeting since Christmas, S suggested he book a room in a new Holiday Inn much closer to home than our normal airport hotel. We could meet in Hampstead for a meal and then drive on to the hotel . . . and later have a much shorter journey home. I wasn’t quite sure about meeting so “close to home”, but was looking forward to a night out, so . . .
S was already waiting in the restaurant by the time the tube got me up to Hampstead. We had a nice meal, catching up on everything that had happened since Christmas, including S telling me how he’d been unable to concentrate on the football when he’d taken J and the boys to the match a few weeks ago because he couldn’t stop thinking about our day just before Christmas.
The hotel was lovely, everything was brand new and wonderfully warm and we just stood kissing and fondling in the middle of the room for some minutes before I managed to pull away and tell him I did need to shower. (He’d already showered when he’d checked-in after finishing work). He undressed me in the bathroom and loved it when he discovered I was wearing the red lace bra and knickers that he’d bought me for Christmas.
I showered quickly and let him dry me off before leading him back into the main room. He was telling me how beautiful I looked walking naked across the room. I sat back on the bed as he stood in front of me and I reached out to stroke him and pull him closer into me. I was stroking his erection and cupping his balls in the palm of my hand. I leant forward to kiss him on the head of his cock, stroking his skin up and down and then sucked him into my mouth. He was gasping and pushing forward and I continued sucking up and down, pulling away every so often to lick my tongue down the length of his shaft to the base of his balls and then up again. I love the feel of sliding my mouth down over his cock and feeling it so hard and firm inside my mouth. I could hear him groaning still and I was enjoying the feeling when I suddenly tasted him spurting. I’d only been sucking him for a couple of minutes and normally would have been able to sense him coming before he actually did, but this time it was all so quick . . . I was pulling away from him as I heard him calling out, but he was already spurting against the roof of my mouth and then onto my eyes and forehead. I straightened up and pulled him down rubbing his cock onto my breasts but I could taste him quite a lot in my mouth and knew I needed to wipe him out of my eyes, so I rolled over onto my tummy and pulled myself up the bedclothes rubbing my face into the pillow. He was saying “sorry, sorry” climbing onto the bed beside my shoulders and I was giggling trying to clear my eyes and wipe my nose and cheeks. “Why didn’t you say you were coming?” I was saying “you normally tell me” . . . I could tell he was embarrassed and he lay down behind me pulling me into him and saying it had felt so good, and had all happened so quickly he just couldn’t hold it.
We lay for quite awhile, not talking, him just kissing my back and stroking my tummy. I rolled over onto my back and he leant forward to start licking at my nipples. I told him to suck his sperm off them, though in truth most of it had been wiped off when I’d turned over. It felt quite arousing though and I was telling him to “chew them then”. He was moving from nipple to nipple and had slid his hand down between my legs and I was feeling really aroused by now. I pulled him up and told him to taste himself in my mouth, pushing my tongue against his and then biting down on it gently as I felt his fingers sliding into me. He slid down to my boobs again and I spread my legs wider as I felt his fingers all around my pussy and pushing in and out of me. Then he slid further down the bed in-between my legs and started sucking on my lips and clit. I asked him how many fingers he had inside. He said “two . . . and now . . . three”. I could hear myself groaning and I was feeling really, really horny, lifting my hips into his face and then reaching down with my hands to push his head further into me. He was fingering and licking and sucking and I was grinding myself against his face and hand and calling out “I love that, wetter, wetter”. I came just as quickly as he had and rolled over on top of him with gasps and shudders. He had to almost pry himself out from between my legs and once again lay down behind me to cuddle me and kiss my back and neck.
I loved hearing him tell me how “amazing and sexy” I was. It felt really cosy lying with my back squashed into his chest and his arms around mine. We talked about how long we’d known each other and how wonderful it was for both of us. He said with half-term coming-up that his wife would be taking the children down to her parents for a couple of days. His son was making noises about not wanting to go this time, but he was hoping they’d talk him into going, and if he did, we would be able to have an evening together at his house and would I be able to wear my “coat” like I had last time. I joked that “I quite enjoy the thrill of booking a hotel room actually” . . . and in fact, I did really, seriously, enjoy just meeting for a meal and talking occasionally.
He was playing with my nipples again as we lay together and he said “well you can come round and we’ll just sit and talk then”. I rolled round and then climbed up on top of him, sitting on his chest and telling him that J often said I could “talk for England”. I was rubbing myself across his willy and asking him if the only reason he enjoyed seeing me was “just for sex”. He held me still by my hips and said “you know it’s much more than that”. I could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that he was quite serious . . . so I pulled his hands away and decided to change the emphasis back to being more playful. He wasn’t fully erect but hard enough for me to feel him as I rubbed my pussy lips over him. I asked him to “squeeze my boobs” and felt him growing stiffer as I rubbed back and forth. He was reaching up with his hands squeezing and then pinching at me as I lifted myself up a little more. I was quite wet and I could easily twist and lift and push down and slide him into my pussy. I was smiling down at his gasping and telling him to “tweak them” . . . He was pushing up to meet me now and I was enjoying being able to squirm down on him, twisting around and then lifting up again. He popped out and then reached down to try and direct himself more to where he wanted to be. I asked “where is your gel then” and he said “still in my jacket”. I reprimanded him for not being more prepared as he’d already been in the room earlier in the evening.
I got down off the bed and walked across to his jacket draped over the back of the chair. He reached out for me to hand the gel to him as I returned to the bed . . . but instead I stopped at the side of the bed and squeezed a blob into the palm of my hand and then reached forward to rub it onto him. He squirmed with surprise and delight as I rubbed it over his cock and then climbed back onto the bed and onto his chest again. I was feeling very, very horny and enjoying being so naughty. I lifted myself forward whilst he held his cock and I then sat back trying to sit down onto him. The angle wasn’t right though and it felt uncomfortable so I rolled over onto my back beside him and he sat up and then lent over me rubbing more gel down onto me. He was sucking on my nipples again and then lifted away and asked me to turn over onto my knees. We re-positioned ourselves and now I felt first his fingers circling around me with one hand and sliding over my clit with the other. He was kissing the cheeks of my bottom and then fingering and thumbing me with one hand whilst he slid the other round to my tummy, pulling me closer into him. I could hear myself getting louder and gasping with the feeling of him sliding his finger out and pushing his head slowly into me. I always moan with a painful groan with the first push, but it’s not so much pain as just a different, tightness type of feeling. If I’m feeling as I was now, it’s just then a gushing, gasping feeling and I am lost in the moments of his rocking back and forth. His fingers dance around my tummy, sliding down to play with my clit or reaching up to rub and scrape across my nipples. I could hear myself groaning and pushing and pulling back and forwards with him . . . and loving the feeling of being able to let myself really go. I knew we were being noisy and I wanted to be louder and even more expressive for him . . . we rocked together straining harder and harder into each other until I couldn’t keep going, I pushed backwards with the palms of my hands to signal to him I had to stop. As he pulled out, I just fell forwards muffling my screams and that last “pull” by burying my face in the pillow.
As we rolled around onto our tummies next to each other, face down on the bed, shaking and shuddering, I was squeezing his hand and apologising for not being able to “last long enough”. He told me it had been quite long enough and that hadn’t I realised he’d come. I suddenly realised the squelchiness between my legs wasn’t just the excess of gel after-all. I asked him why it was he’d had so much come this time and he replied that he’d obviously been “saving it all up since Christmas”.
We lay side by side, still on our tummy, for ages. I usually feel quite exhausted after such an intense come and doze off to sleep, but S kept me awake talking about how wonderful our relationship was and how meeting me had changed his life. Eventually his phone alarm went off and we reluctantly pulled ourselves out of bed and dressed for our journey home. It was actually quite nice to just go downstairs and straight to his car in the car park . . . we were home in 15 minutes, a quick kiss goodnight and promises to try and arrange an evening for half-term . . . and I was letting myself in to join J before 1 a.m.
J was waiting for me naked on the sofa . . . jumping up to undress me and telling me I smelt “freshly fucked” as he kissed and licked at me. He complained that I’d never let him “come all over your face” as we lay back on the sofa and I recounted my evening step-by-step as he always insists I do. “I thought you didn’t like that” he said. I told him it had all happened so fast and that we hadn’t meant it to happen, and that perhaps if he was good . . . !!!
Best wishes
Edith
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A short night with M
After I mentioned that my last meeting with M had been disappointing and unexciting, I’ve received several messages asking what happened and why wasn’t I posting the details.
So . . .
I’d actually been quite looking forward to being with M as we hadn’t seen each other since before Christmas. We arranged to meet in our usual bar at 7 p.m. and I was feeling excited and tingly. He said he had a room booked nearby and asked if I could stay all night. I’d told him that wouldn’t be possible, but that it would be good just to spend some time with each other.
I’d changed in the office before I left, into a tight top and replaced my “work” undies with a lacy red bra and waistband knickers. I’d had my hair re-styled at the weekend, and I felt good in myself and confident that he was going to be impressed by my entrance.
I walked up to him at the bar and kissed him immediately, but he made no mention of my new hair, nor did he welcome me with his usual burst of comments and compliments. He told me he’d been at a sales meeting all day, and as he was ordering new drinks it was obvious he’d already had quite a bit to drink.
He was telling me how much he’d missed seeing me and how I’d let him down by cancelling just before New Year. I had to push his hands away from my legs as we sat at the bar as I was now feeling more embarrassed rather than excited. I became even further annoyed when he told me that some of his sales executives colleagues who were from out-of-town were staying at the same hotel that he’d booked a room at. They’d come into London for the meeting and were staying over night. I told him he could forget about it if he thought I was going to join him and his friends drinking in the bar of the hotel, and that he should just go and join them and I would go home. He was suddenly, very apologetic and said he hadn’t meant to suggest that we would be joining them in the bar, just that he had booked the same hotel so that his partner would realise it was part of the sales conference, and would therefore not be expecting him home. He said we could go straight into the lifts and straight up to the room.
I insisted that I needed to eat first so we went for a pasta. I calmed down as we ate and he became more of his usual bubbly self . . . we were soon at the hotel and safely in our room without bumping into any of his work colleagues. I must admit that it did make me feel a little aroused as we stood in the lift, that someone he knew could have easily stepped in with us, and what would he have said if they had?
M was all over me as soon as we’d walked through the door, but I told him we both had to shower. He did love my underwear and he was now telling all the things I love hearing . . . and I was now feeling much more in the mood as I had been getting changed back at my office.
He showered quickly and then as I stepped out of the shower he wrapped me in the towel and started kissing and squeezing me wildly. I love hearing all his compliments and I was feeling quite tingly as he knelt down on the floor kissing and licking at my pussy. He wanted to kiss my bottom, so I leant forward against the sink as he kissed my cheeks and then started sliding his tongue up and down and round to my pussy again as I opened my legs wider. He stood up and I was able to reach down between my legs to hold his willy and then slide it back and forth against my clit. I guided him into my pussy and then began to feel even more aroused as I looked up at myself in the mirror. I was straining forward with my face almost right against the mirror and my hands on either side of the sink. I could see my boobs bouncing forward with each thrust as he stroked back and forth into me. I was getting more and more horny and loved seeing my nipples hard and rippling up and down as he was getting quite carried away and pumping faster and faster into me. He had his hands on my hips and in the mirror I could see his eyes closed and his mouth open and hear his grunts as he pushed back and forth. M does like pumping like this and normally I don’t actually find it as stimulating as he does, but now watching it like this, I was feeling closer and closer to coming. But before I could concentrate quite enough I could hear him gasping louder and louder and I knew he was going to burst. I tried to pull away and told him to “come out please”. He was holding me quite tightly but did pull away and then I felt him splashing over my bum cheeks and onto the small of my back. He was groaning loudly and then shaking his head back and forth. I reached over and pulled some paper off the toilet roll and asked him to “clean me up please”.
We made our way into the main room and under the bed covers. He actually got in first so I had to slide in behind him and cuddle up to his back. We hardly said anything and within just a few minutes he was snoring. I lay for quite a while knowing I had often fallen asleep in similar circumstances . . . but I tried stroking his arm and hips in the hope he might stir. I thought about closing my eyes and trying to doze as well, but I wasn’t actually sleepy and I selfishly wanted more attention. After what seemed like quite a long time I changed my stroking into more of a shaking, but he still wouldn’t wake, so my feelings slowly vanished and I felt myself thinking that it was probably not worth doing anything other than going home.
I lay for at least another half hour before I eventually did get up and find my bag and watch. It wasn’t even 10 o’clock . . . and he was still quietly snoring. I got dressed completely and sat back down on the bed and had to shake him awake. He rolled over and I could tell his apologies were genuine as he pleaded with me to come back to bed, and that I could stay all night and that it would be wonderful to have breakfast together. But I reminded him that I’d never agreed to that, and that anyway I did have to be getting home. He said he’d get up and come downstairs with me to get me a cab, but I was now more worried rather than excited about the possibility that we may bump into some of his colleagues, so I told him he had to stay in bed and I would make my own way down to the street. I texted J from the cab that I was on my way and the texted back straight-away to say that the kids were still up. I replied “well get them to bed!”
When I got in though, my son was still parked in the front room in front of the TV. I was making eyes to J and telling my son that he had school in the morning . . . only to be shouted at that it was still early and his programme had half-an-hour yet. I retreated to the kitchen, followed by J, and we stood whispering my reasons for my early return. It was a long half hour before we eventually got up to our bedroom and I was desperate for attention and grateful for J’s lovely tongue and kisses.
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Thank you to Scarlet Secrets
Although I never did receive any further emails from Blogspot.com, or any indication that my diary had been stopped, I have decided to accept an offer from Scarlet Secrets to move this diary onto their server.
I have had several offers over the past month from various “Adult” sites about transferring my diary. But most of them would have required readers having to log-in, or having to have lots of rather untasteful flashing adverts and banners scrolling around the page. I had almost decided that it really wasn’t worth the trouble, or the risk of being associated with those sorts of pages, and that I would gracefully retire from the internet.
However, I have been really flattered to receive loads and loads of messages from people asking me to keep sending posts, just as email messages. I had thought this might be possible at first, but soon realised that copying and pasting a diary entry into 200 separate email messages, just wasn’t practical. So when I received an offer from the people at Scarlet Secrets that would allow me just to sit my diary on their server, and that there would be no adverts and no log-ins, I gratefully agreed.
Because we’ve just transferred the previous Blogspot.com template over onto the Scarlet Secrets site there are hardly any noticeable changes apart from the address at the very top of the page. I have told the people at Scarlet Secrets that I think it is only fair that I put some sort of link to their site on my page . . . I know they have only just started and don’t really know fully what sort of direction their site will take, only that it is to be run by women and feature things that women have active interests in. But I do feel happy that they have allowed me to post here, free from the sort of restrictions that may have been placed on me by Blogspot.com.
So, I do urge you to take a look at their site and contribute or comment . . .
Since Christmas my “extra” social life has been very quiet. I had one rather brief and uninteresting meeting with M early in January and have only spoken with S on the telephone.
In fact the most exciting evening I’ve had since Christmas has been with J, after S was given four tickets for a local North London derby football match and invited J and my son to join him and his own son. Whilst they were out at the match, I found myself thinking about them sitting alongside one another and perhaps mentioning me in conversation. I was disappointed when J got home and he said that they’d not mentioned me at all. J said “we had the boys with us the whole time, and what sort of things did you expect me to say to him anyway?” (He did admit to thinking several times about my last meeting with S the Saturday before Christmas). But, nevertheless I was still feeling very, very horny and couldn’t wait to get the children to bed. Even if they hadn’t been talking about me, just knowing they’d been next to each other had got me feeling really aroused. J had to hold his hand over my mouth to stifle my groans as we “cuddled together” in bed.
Thank you again for all your email messages . . . and thank you again to the people at Scarlet Secrets.
Best wishes - Edith
www.scarletsecrets.co.uk
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