The Perils of Infidelity
Yesterday I was reminded just how upsetting it can be when someone discovers their partner has been having an affair.
All the talk at my sons cricket club was of the previous Sunday when a fight erupted between two of the fathers and the police had to be called and both men were arrested. We weren’t at the club last weekend when it all happened, but of course everyone was talking about it, and the closest friend of the woman involved was being grilled by all the other mothers about what had happened in the week since.
One of the boys mothers (I know her quite well though her son is in a younger age group than my son), had become involved with another husband and had, apparently been seeing him for some months. Her husband had somehow found out and came storming into the clubhouse, half way through the day, looking for the other man. I’d always thought that he was a quite a nice, laid-back, easy-going sort of guy (and his wife is very pleasant, very chatty and always bustling around helping out with everything, though she hadn’t turned-up that morning). But apparently her husband had completely lost his temper and just flew into a rage and attacked the “other” husband. “His” wife and children were there and, from what everyone was saying yesterday, it all got very nasty and upsetting.
Obviously none of either family were at the ground yesterday, but apparently the woman involved has had to leave her house, and take her children with her, to move in with her parents. No one seems to know what has happened with the other couple yet.
It’s all very sad . . . But with all the girls sitting around just talking about nothing else, I was wondering to myself just how many of them may have had some sort of fling at some time. Most of the gossip was about the affect it would be having on the families and children and especially on the “other” wife. And, of course, all the sympathy was with her, but there was the occasional little comment, or aside, about how the “cheating” husband was “quite hunky” and had a certain way about him. Or, of course, the occasional “well I’ve never trusted him” sort of comment.
I’m not being smug . . . or trying to appear superior . . . because I genuinely did like both of the other women involved, and I do really feel sympathy for the situation they both must now find themselves in. (Over the past year one of my work-colleagues has been going through terrible hardships and turmoil with a really spiteful divorce that has split-up her family and meant they’ve had to sell the family home. Her children alternate between her and her ex-husband on a fortnightly basis. And the man she was having an affair with, just refused to have anything more to do with her, once it all got discovered. I know it has been terribly stressful for her and it has changed her life, and even her personality, completely. And a similar situation for a close male acquaintance, has had a similar affect on him. He became very depressed and emotional after he found out that his partner of five years or so, had been spending business trips away with her boss for almost the same length of time).
So I do know from close personal experience how upsetting, and life-changing, these things can be. But I just found some of the comments from the other girls yesterday to be the sort of things that perhaps we all feel we “have to say” in certain situations. I’m sure that they all must from time-to-time have found themselves attracted to someone else and thought about “it”. I found myself thinking, that some of them at least, had a certain sense of “envy” for our other mother’s “adventure” and some of them were being hypocritical and self-righteous in the extreme. And yet, I was annoyed at myself, because I felt I couldn’t voice those thoughts aloud. I couldn’t tell these other mothers about what I really thought, or what I do occasionally in my private life, because of course it isn’t the accepted or done thing and I had to protect my privacy and that of my family in the surroundings and environment I was in at the time.
And then talking about it with J last night, (which inevitably led to wonderfully passionate “cuddles”), we talked about S’s wife and why I no longer get the little flashes of guilt that I used to. We both know and have seen the way she treats him, and virtually humiliates him in front of other people. And we both know how wrong she is and how nice and genuine he really is.
So what I suppose I’m trying to say is that I know our lifestyle isn’t accepted as the norm, but oh how much simpler and perhaps much better for people it would be, if it was more accepted by society. I enjoy sex and I love the freedom and excitement of knowing I “can” if I want to . . . but if people WERE able to talk to each other much more openly and tell each other what they really like and what they really want, then perhaps they wouldn’t find themselves embroiled in such moments of jealousy and upheaval over what, after-all, is supposed to be an enjoyable and simple and exciting and fulfilling physical and emotional exchange between two people.
I sincerely hope it all works out for both of the families.
Best wishes - Edith
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School Holiday Starts with S
The first week of school holidays and S was desperate to see me before he and his family left for their summer break. I couldn’t see him on the Monday so it meant we had to meet on the evening before he was going away. It was a bit risky and I felt it may be too much of a rush but we hadn’t seen each other for weeks, so I agreed.
We met for an early meal in our favourite Italian in Hampstead and then on to our now “regular” local hotel. So regular that I mentioned to S that it was the same girl on the desk as had been there on our last visit. We joked on the way up to the room that in her job, she probably saw lots of “regular” couples. It had been so oppressively hot on the tube journey from work to Hampstead that I insisted that I just had to have a cooling shower. It was too small for both of us and this time instead of sitting on the toilet seat and chatting, I went into the main room to drip-dry with my towel wrapped around me, whilst S had a quick shower.
I lay back on the bed and let him unwrap me from the towel and then just lay back whilst he lay between my legs licking at me gently. I slowly began to get aroused, especially as he spread my legs a little wider and began stroking and probing with his fingers as well as his tongue. As I became more and more aroused I had to cup my hands over my nipples as they began tingling and I started gasping and pushing as his fingers twisted and twirled. He was still licking at me as well, and his tongue felt lovely. As I was squeezing myself more and feeling his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy I started gasping louder and pushing harder and faster. He asked if I wanted “more fingers” and I just suddenly came, really quickly and with that gushing burst that you comes upon you so quickly you just can’t control it. I had to push his hands away and just roll over on my side apologising for being so quick.
He cuddled up behind me and just started talking to me again. Within a couple of minutes we were just chatting again normally. He’d been telling me about their holiday plans over our pasta, but we began talking more about the place in general (they’d been there before and we’ve been to the same island ourselves, though not to the same resort). We chatted for over half an hour but I kept thinking about the time and in the back of my mind I was reminding myself that he was supposed to getting ready to go on holiday early in the morning and that he’d said he’d told his wife that he had a “business meeting” he just couldn’t avoid, but that he wouldn’t be late.
I was slowly stroking him whilst we talked, and then as I felt him getting harder, I sat-up on my elbow and began to squeeze and stroke up and down on his willy a little more firmly and more quickly. I slid down the bed to start licking and sucking him. He likes it in a different way to J, but I still enjoy watching and feeling him get hard, and feeling that warmth in my mouth and hearing him moaning and sighing as I lift up and down.
He stopped me though and said I hadn’t let him lick me “properly” for ages. I protested that it was his turn, but he begged that if I really wanted to send him away on his holiday happy, then I just had to let him. He asked me to turn-round onto my knees and hold onto the head of the bed and then open my knees wider so that he could kneel behind me kissing the cheeks of my bum and the backs of my legs. He likes to lick the insides of my thighs with his tongue, sometimes from the backs of my knees up to my bottom and then down the other leg on the other side. He does it so slowly and so softly at first that it feels almost like he’s trying to tease me. It was some minutes before I felt his tongue pushing me where he really likes to be, and I was feeling really aroused. I groaned every time I felt his tongue giving me an extra push and then when he was sliding his fingers around my tummy to play with my front as well. I knew he was enjoying it from his sighs and moans and I knew I was getting very carried away again as well.
He got off the bed for a moment to go to his trouser pockets and then I felt him kneeling back on the bed. I heard myself let out a loud gasp when I felt that first splash of gel on my bottom. Although I knew it was coming, that first splash is both cold and exciting. I was groaning quite loudly when I felt his finger pushing into me and then that wonderful feeling when he almost “grips” me by sliding his thumb into my pussy and then rocking his hand back and forth. He knows that when I’m relaxed enough as I was at that moment, that it just drives me wild. I can’t do anything but just groan and gasp and let him rock me back and forth. Sometimes I can feel him kissing my bum cheeks, sometimes I can’t feel anything other than that sense of being squeezed and rocked forwards and backwards. When he pulls his hand away I hear myself let out a loud gasp of relief and then another moaning cry as I then feel him pushing into me. I can hear him gasping and groaning too, and grunting softly as he holds me with a hand on each hip and strokes gently in and out. Sometimes I can’t take it too long, but I could now hear myself swearing and pushing with him. I was telling him to “fuck it” and then screaming out with every thrust. He was carried away too and gasping “What do you want” and I was swearing back “fuck my bum, fuck it”. I was so carried away, that I couldn’t really control what I was saying, just that I knew I was being dirty and knew I was enjoying it, and wanting him to enjoy it as well. When I came I knew it was loud but I couldn’t stop myself and I could hear him groaning as well. We fell forward onto the bed, normally I have to curl-up on my side, but it was so draining that I couldn’t move and just collapsed forward with S not moving either, just lying right on top of me and shuddering and squirming with little spasms.
We lay like that for a few minutes before I felt the weight getting uncomfortable and motioned for him to roll off. We lay side by side squeezing each other with hugs and me burying my face in his shoulder. We were both giggling at the same time, chastising each other for making so much noise. After a few minutes, and as our senses began to return, I reminded him of the time. We rolled apart and as we were both dripping and sticky, from the sweat, the gel and his come, he decided he should have a quick shower to “wash away the smell of the sex”.
Once he’d finished we quickly gathered all our things together and hurried to the lift and car-park to get him home. We were already much later than he’d planned to be getting away, but nevertheless still much earlier than we would normally be. So much so that my son was still up watching television when I got home. I stuck my head around the front-room door to complain but was told that it “was school holidays!!!” and that “Dad is already in bed”.
I walked into the bedroom to find J sitting up in bed, frowning at the fact that the kids “were spoiling our fun by being up so late. One’s only just gone to bed and the other is still up!”
He quickly cheered-up though when I pulled my knickers and bra out of my handbag to drop them onto the bed in front of him, and then lifted my dress up over my head and stand in front of him naked with my hands on my hips. He reached out to pull me onto the bed and we started kissing. I lay back onto my back and he slid down to my pussy asking me to “tell me all about it please”. It’s obviously not so arousing when you have to whisper, especially as he was half-way down the bed, so I asked him just to come back next to me. He cuddled back up to me telling me that he’d noticed I had bruises on my hips and that “I can smell the gel, you’ve been bumming haven’t you?”. I only had to stroke him a few times and whisper “you know I always do bumming when I’m with S” before he exploded with a huge spurt all over my tummy.
A lovely, exhausting, evening!
Best wishes - Edith
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