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
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 23:47 7 Comments

Evening with S

S called on Wednesday to see if I could be free the next evening. He was working out of London for the day but although he’d told “everyone else” that he wouldn’t be travelling back until really late, he could actually meet me around 8 p.m. if I wished. I replied that although it was short notice, I would see what I could do and would let him know the next morning.

When I asked J that evening, he was instantly excited and said that, of course, he “wouldn’t mind at all !!!” So I called S the next morning on my way into work and he said he’d book the room at our usual hotel and would meet me there as he wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d get back into London.

I enjoyed an hour or so of shopping in Oxford Street before getting the Tube and Taxi to the hotel. I felt a little nervously “excited” about checking-in at reception myself but once I was in the room it was actually quite arousing to run myself a bath and just soak. I called J to check that he was ok with preparing a meal for the kids (always a worry!) but of course he was more interested in what I was doing and what I was “going to be doing”. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was quite excited to hear I was soaking in the bath just waiting for S to arrive.

After I finished my call, I wrapped myself in a towel, turned on the television news and just lounged on the bed waiting. S had called from his car to say he was on his way . . . but it was close to 9 before he actually called again to say he was downstairs in the car park and to ask what room we were in. A few minutes later he tapped on the door and I welcomed him with a kiss on the cheek . . . and then casually draped my towel over the back of the chair as I walked, naked, back to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed whilst he stood just grinning at me. He then asked if I was hungry and suggested that we ordered a snack, and some wine, from room service whilst he had a shower. I teasingly played the “hurt mistress” by saying he was obviously more interested in food than in seeing me after keeping me waiting for so long. But as he hadn’t eaten much during the day and he wanted to unwind after a long drive, we agreed that he would phone downstairs and order something snacky and quick.

I put my top and skirt back on (to answer the door) and then sat on the toilet seat whilst he showered and talked about his day and his journey. We continued just chatting for quite a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, whilst we snacked, so it was already quite late before he took my plate from me and reached across to start unbuttoning my blouse. I told him that having to get dressed again had been a bit of a passion-killer so he was probably going to find it quite hard to get me “back in the mood”. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist when he’d come out of the shower, but as we began kissing and re-adjusting our position on the bed, it unwrapped and I could see he was certainly already quite aroused.

I was soon undressed again and laying back enjoying his caresses and as he kissed and sucked at my nipples, and I stroked him gently with my hand, I began to feel aroused again. He was soon sliding down my tummy and then lifted me further back on the bed so that he could kneel between my legs and continue to lick at my pussy. I knew I was getting wetter and then felt him sliding his fingers into me. S just does lovely pushing and poking with his fingers and when he is licking and sucking at me at the same time it can sometimes make me come really quickly.

Too quickly actually . . . and I had to push him away and roll over onto my side and curl my knees up into my chest. He knows when I’m like this that I need to just lie still for a while. So he cuddled up behind me stroking my arm and saying something like “I thought you’d lost your passion”.

Eventually I was able to turn back over into him . . . I could feel he was still hard so I started stroking him and kissing his chest. Once I’d recovered my energy I slid down the bed, rolling him more onto his back, so that I could slide my mouth over him. I do enjoy sucking up and down like this, not just the physical feel of it, but it makes me feel that it is because of me that my man has become aroused like this, and I enjoy that sensation as well. J enjoys me being quite aggressive and nibbling, and gently biting, as well as sucking, but S is too sensitive there and says it is painful if I suck too hard, or use my teeth. So I enjoy the difference, knowing that I can make him enjoy things as well.

S then pulled me up and away telling me he needed me to stop now and that he wanted more of me. He was sliding his hands down over me again and sucking down on my nipples. I was holding him and stroking him as he played with me and we moved ourselves more into the centre of the bed. Then he turned me over and slid down to start kissing and massaging my cheeks and then licking and sliding his fingers all around me again. I was shaking and groaning and then pulled one of the pillows down under my tummy as he got off the bed to go to find his jacket.

I could feel him kneeling back on the bed and then licking at me again, his tongue probing and swirling and pushing. It all feels so slow and gentle when he is kissing and touching me like this. He just lifts me up onto my knees and I just pull the pillow tighter into me, my legs sliding wider when I feel him against me. I know I get quite loud as we rock back and forth and I consciously bury my face into the top of the pillow so that I don’t have to lose my concentration and the straining and pushing. I could hear him coming and I wanted him to keep pushing so I turned my head away from the pillow so that I could gasp out “do me, do me” before he could pull away. Those final moments of thrusting and then the sensation of him popping out are just so exhausting that I have to turn my face back into the pillow to stifle my screams.

Afterwards we just lay together, not talking or saying anything, until he starts kissing my back and arm and we slowly recover ourselves and cuddle-up into each other again. We dozed for ages before my phone alarm went off. Sometimes it’s really difficult, and unsettling, to get up and stagger around to find where I’ve put my bag and turn it off. S continued to lie on the bed, but I sat down on the edge and sipped some water, rubbing his back after awhile and telling him we would have to be getting home.

By the time I eventually talked him into getting up and we got dressed and made our way down to the car park it was almost 1 a.m. J was waiting up for me on the sofa as he always does. As I took my coat off the disappointed look on his face reminded me that I’d promised him that I’d come home with nothing on but my coat . . . but his disappointment didn’t last long as I undressed and sat down on his lap to recount the events of my evening!!!


Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 14:22 10 Comments

Lunch with V

V was in London for two days and had asked if we could meet for an evening.

The timing wasn’t right for me . . . but he asked if we could at least meet for lunch on Thursday.

After such a difficult and stressful three weeks of demanding clients and unrealistic schedules and budgets it was lovely just to get out of the office for an hour. Just walking the few streets to the cafe, I realised I hadn’t actually taken a proper lunch break away from my desk for two weeks.

V was charming and just so lovely to talk to. We chatted about all the financial stresses that the last few months had brought on all businesses, but particularly on our own. He’d had to make this hurried visit at such short notice just because of those pressures and talked of more difficult times to come.

Just to talk to someone new, away from the office environment, was refreshing and calming. I told V that J does his best to listen to my rants and moans each evening when I get home from the office (though I wish he’d help more with meals and the children’s homework!!!), but I don’t think anyone can really understand the pressures unless you know the situations.

V did actually talk a little more about his own family and home life. I’d never liked to ask too much before . . . so it was nice that he was just opening-up and volunteering the information. I was telling him how it must be nice to be able to get away and visit different countries and different cities so regularly . . . he was telling me how nice it must be to have a stable and regular home life. So just talking about how we each have things that we take for granted, put our envy of the others lifestyle in perspective. Isn’t it so true that the “grass always looks greener on the other side” yet often the reality is that we should be more thankful for the things we have got . . . and possibly worked so hard on to achieve.

I really enjoyed our lunch. I felt much more at ease with him than I had on our previous meetings where, despite what had happened on those occasions, I’d always left feeling still slightly nervous or unsure of myself, as though I was somehow inferior, or perhaps even being used, because of who I worked for, rather than just being liked for who I am.

In our business meetings, and even in our “personal” meetings, I’d always felt slightly over-awed by his presence and, I suppose, suspicious of his motives. Now, as we kissed and said our goodbyes, I felt much more his equal, and much more that perhaps he actually wanted to see me as a person, rather than just as client/customer. I realise this sounds silly, given what had happened between us before (particularly on our last meeting during Wimbledon), but although I can’t properly explain it in words, I KNOW what I mean . . .

. . . and he does really seem a nice, and caring man. He is back in London at the end of October and I have promised to meet him again then.

Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 11:56 2 Comments

Bad Day . . . Bad Night

S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.

As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.

In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.

The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !

I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.

I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.

When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .

The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.

I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.

We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.

J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!

Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .

S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!



Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 20:38 3 Comments

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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posted by Edith @ 11:31 6 Comments

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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posted by Edith @ 15:20 4 Comments

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 9 Comments

V returns to London . . .

V returns this week

Just a short note to say that V arrives back in London tomorrow.

He has asked me to meet him for a meal and “catch-up” . . . and I have agreed to meet him after work.

So . . . I may have some more news at the weekend.

I also just wanted to say “thank you” to all the personal email messages that have been coming in over the past few weeks. I am sorry if I haven’t yet replied to all of you . . . I do try and work through them all, but time seems to be rushing-by so fast this year that I know I am falling behind. I promise I will try and respond to all of your messages as soon as I can.

Best wishes - Edith
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posted by Edith @ 22:26 0 Comments

Bank Holiday Fun with S

Every year J’s brother organises an “end of season” football day at his local club and it has become a family tradition that everyone goes for the barbeque and events. Last year, for the first time, I had stayed at home and enjoyed a wonderfully naughty day with S . . . so when J reminded me, a couple of weeks ago, that we’d all been invited down there again this year, he said with a sarcastic smirk “or will you be entertaining your lover again instead”. I replied that even if I didn’t do “anything” I would quite like the luxury of a whole Saturday to myself anyway. (I’d never found the day that enthralling and, to be honest, although I do get on with J’s sister-in-law, I do find it rather overbearing and plain boring to be left in mainly her and her friends company for the whole day). So I asked J that even if I didn’t invite S around, would he mind if I stayed at home whilst he took the kids down there on his own.

He told me a few days later that as it was a Bank Holiday weekend we’d all been invited to stay over on the Saturday night, but I replied that I found that even more of a reason why I preferred not to go . . . so we agreed I would stay at home to “catch-up with spring cleaning and housework”.

I hadn’t seen S since the beginning of the month but during one of our regular phone conversations in the morning on the way to work, I mentioned that I’d be free all day on Saturday if he wanted to come round as he had done last year. He immediately said he would arrange “a golf-day with his mates” and what time would I like him to arrive!!

J decided he would drive the children down this year as they were sleeping over, (they’d gone by train last year so he didn’t have to worry about drinking and driving), and they would leave around 9 o’clock in the morning, so I’d told S I would text him sometime after 10 a.m. He told me that “our day” last year had been the most exciting time he’d ever had in his life and I said “Oh, thanks, that really puts the pressure on doesn’t it! No promises !!”
J and the kids were a little late leaving, but I didn’t feel I wanted to rush around, so I ran myself a bath and just lay back relaxing and thinking about what I could do to “try” and live up to last year (it just doesn’t seem like that long ago, amazing how every year seems to pass by faster and faster).

I was actually getting myself quite excited as I lay in the bath trying to remember the things we’d done last year, and deciding I would lay out the sofa bed in the front room again in front of the TV. I enjoy feeling like a “temptress” and was trying to think of something different to do to impress my lover. J had suggested just waiting in the bath again for him like last year, but I decided I’d dress and take our toybox downstairs to the front room, along with lots of pillows to scatter over the sofa bed.

Whilst I did my make-up, I decided I’d wear my new set of expensive underwear that J had recently bought me, along with stockings and suspenders . . . and my red boots that he’d loved so much on one of our recent meetings. I don’t get the chance to dress so sexily much any longer (as I explained to J later, it’s just not as possible as it used to be before children), but I still enjoy wearing something extreme when I can . . . so I searched through my wardrobe for something appropriate. After discarding numerous skirts and tops, and deciding that perhaps I should just welcome him completely au-naturel, I came across a sarong that I’d bought on holiday years ago. It wasn’t exactly a good negligee-match, but the red and purple colours matched perfectly with my boots. I wrapped it on and although the bra beneath looked a little “pointed” and unnatural, I was sure I wouldn’t have it on for long and it did look “provocative” . . . I felt sexy and wilful as I texted him to say “I am on my own. When would you like to join me?” He texted back almost immediately that he’d be round in half an hour, so I poured some wine and put on some music and one of our DVDs.
As the time went by I felt perhaps the sarong wasn’t the right choice of overwear as every time I got up, or moved around, it didn’t feel quite right. Even though my bra was strapless, I felt that the wrap kept slipping down at the front and that it wouldn’t look natural. I’d just gone back upstairs to the bedroom to look for something else to replace it when the doorbell rang.

When I answered the door it was obvious from the look on his face that S certainly didn’t share my doubts about my dress. He just stood in the doorway almost transfixed and just mouthed “wow” for what seemed like ages before I could usher him inside and get the door closed. “You look sensational” he finally said as he pulled away from embracing me before squeezing me again in a second, even more passionate, squeeze. I took the bottle of wine he’d arrived with from his free hand, and told him I already had a glass on the table waiting for him. I followed him into the front room, enjoying his reaction as he looked at the TV screen and then back over his shoulder at me with an almost embarrassed grin on his face. I put his bottle of wine down on the floor just inside the door of the front room and then lay back on the sofa bed whilst I waited for him to pick his glass up off the dining room table and walk back into the front room. I was trying to play the part of the tempting mistress as provocatively as I could, draping one leg over the side of the sofa bed whilst lifting the other foot up to rest on the edge. “I love those boots” he said. I replied “Yes, I remember . . . but this time you HAVE to take them off !” He laughed and put his glass down on the coffee table and reached forward, but I pulled my leg away . . . “No, not yet! You have to undress first”. As he started unbuttoning his shirt I knelt up on the sofa-bed and unwrapped the sarong so that it fell behind me . . . I was feeling quite tingly and loving the way he was looking at me.
He finished pulling off his pants and socks and shoes and climbed onto the bed towards me. We were quickly kissing and his hands were roaming all over my bra and then my back. He unclipped the bra easily and leant forward to suck gently on first my left, then my right, nipples. I was playing with his cock and then leaning backwards at the same time to stretch my legs out on either side of him. “I really would like you to take off my boots this time”. He obliged and dropped them onto the floor and then pushed me backwards onto my back. I was already very worked up and loving his compliments about my underwear and stockings. I lifted up my bottom so that he could slide my knickers off and lifted one leg out at a time. I wanted to kiss him again but he leant forward to start licking at me, telling me how wonderful and smooth my pussy looked (I’d had it re-waxed during the week), and then, how “sweet” I tasted.

I pulled him up to kiss him and suck his tongue into my mouth and then pushed him down to my nipples again. I was telling him to “suck them hard, chew me” and stroking the back of his head and neck. He’d only been in the house for less than 15 minutes and we were already both almost totally naked (I still had my suspender belt and stockings on) and both very worked up. He slid further down the bed to start licking at me again and I was now getting completely carried away. He then lifted away to start fingering me and I sat up and leant forwards to kiss him telling him I wanted to taste myself on his lips. I had to pull his fingers away and roll him over onto his back so that I could slide down his chest and swallow my mouth over him. He was trying to sit-up again, but I pushed down on his chest with my hands, pushing him back down onto the bed, lifting away from his cock to tell him he had to “watch the movie and just let me play for awhile”. I was really enjoying sucking on his cock, I love the feeling of his hardness in my mouth. I was sucking down on him so hard that the suction left no air in my mouth at all and I’d release it with a pop as I pulled away. Then I’d change to gentle, soft and wet slips up and down with a final swirling lick around his head. I could hear him breathing really heavily and gasping each time I lifted my mouth away from him for a pause before sucking down on him again. I was enjoying feeling so in control of him and hearing his gasps and groans. I continued sliding my mouth up and down on him and had slid my hand down under his balls to start squeezing gently in time with my sucking. I could tell from his change of reaction though that he wasn’t enjoying the change of sensation, so instead I lifted my mouth up to tongue around in circles over his head while gripping my fingers gently around the rest of his cock. He was groaning louder and thrusting his hips up to meet my stroking and sucking and then I heard him calling out that he was going to come. I pulled my mouth away and just directed his splashes over his tummy whilst I continued to kiss the side of his cock and then down to his balls. He was just groaning and gurgling and then shook even more when I slid upwards rubbing my boobs over him and smearing his wetness further up his tummy as I pulled myself up to finally be level with him and was able to kiss and cuddle into him. He was squeezing his arms around my shoulders and stroking my back and gasping “God, god” over and over.

We lay in a wet embrace like this for a few minutes until I lifted away and sat up to reach for the nearest glass of wine on the coffee table next to the sofa bed. We sat up to lean back against the back of the sofa and started watching the action on the TV that we’d virtually ignored since we’d undressed. I passed him his glass and we sat back and talked . . . . remarking on the bodies on the DVD (J always tells me its a huge turn-on when I comment on the action), the positions they were getting into and the number of people involved. S was playing with my suspender belt and then stroking down to my pussy. I lay back just cradling my glass and gently opening my legs wider as he stroked and played. It was a lovely feeling just lying back, sipping at my wine, and being gently stroked and slowly, ever so slowly probed. There was no rush and we paused for a few minutes whilst he got up to refill our glasses. I slipped off my belt and stockings, much to his dismay, but I told him I actually felt much more comfortable without them. I enjoyed watching him walk back to the bed with his cock swaying back and forth as he walked. Although it was no longer erect, it was still plump and was wobbling back and forth, I fondled at him as he got back onto the bed, but he said it was my turn now. I told him that we didn’t have to have “turns” and that there was no rush as we had “all day to play”.

We continued watching the action on the screen . . . I asked him to get up to find the remote control so that we could turn down the music that I had playing on the stereo and turn-up the volume of the DVD. “I like to hear what they’re saying” I told him. He was soon stroking me again though and then leaning forward to kiss and nibble again at my nipples. I told him I had our toybox under the end of the sofa-bed if he wanted to choose something to play with. He lifted the box up onto the end of the bed and started going through our collection with great delight. He quickly, of course, chose one of our beaded wands, but I told him it was “too early in the day” for that and that anyway I’d need some of the lubricant from one of the bottles he’d left in the box. “In that case, why don’t you choose” he teased, so I pulled out one of our more modest vibros but one with a rotating and pulsing shaft which I can use without coming in minutes as I do with one of the larger rabbits that J prefers to watch me with. I was soon relaxing backwards whilst instructing S on just where and when and how far to push and when to pull-out and slide over my clit. He was purring with delight and of course enjoyed pushing it in (why do men always like this more when I tell them over and over that it’s the little button between my lips that I like being played with the most! Though I must admit S has the best technique with his fingers on my clit than any other man I’ve been with). He told me he loved holding it and feeling it turning round and back again on the shaft. I was beginning to get more and more worked up by it now though and was enjoying the look on his face as I reached down and opened my lips for him. He’d slide it out and hover the tip over my clit and then slide it back down and inside again. I was straining upwards and then sliding my hands up to pinch and play with my nipples and then sliding them down to spread my lips again. He was beginning to stroke more forcefully with the vibro now but I wanted his tongue so pushed his hand gently away and pushed down on his shoulders telling him to “eat my cunt now please”. He only needed to lick and swirl at me for a few moments though and I felt myself coming. I squeezed my legs around his shoulders and rolled us both over on our sides as I shuddered and shook, screaming out how good it was and then releasing him from between my legs with a final huge gasp.

This time he was the one sitting up first and reaching for the wine as I continued to lay on my side recovering and unwinding from the exertion of the last few minutes. The gasps coming from the TV seemed annoying now, rather than stimulating, so I asked him to find where we’d put the remote controls and re-adjust the volume again. “You think they are loud” he said, “you should have heard yourself !!!” I told him I enjoyed the freedom of being able to scream and shout in my own home without anyone else around. For the first time that brought the subject of families up and we chatted for awhile about what J and the children would be doing, and then what his own wife and children were doing that day (out shopping) and what he’d told them he was supposed to be doing for the day (out with golfing friends).

The change in conversation and subject matter seemed to bring about a lull in our adventure, so I got up to refill our glasses. We joked about drinking so much so early in the day (it had only just turned midday) and that last year we’d driven to the Heath for lunch and a walk. Today the weather was windy and showery and much cooler than last year so I joked that we’d have to “eat in”. I asked if he was hungry and he replied “Of course” and leant forward to kiss and lick at my pussy. We cuddled up again on the sofa bed continuing to talk . . . more about us this time, how long we’d known each other, and the change I’d had on his life and his marriage (as in keeping it together, instead of wrecking it, as many people may think). We talked a lot about J as well, and how understanding he was of my enjoyment of “our little fling” and how much he got turned-on by it. I knew from before that S sometimes got a little “maudlin” if we talked too much on that subject though, so I got up to change the DVD. I asked if he had any “special requests” and he replied he just wanted to see me with more of my toys again. I laughed and chose a disc at random and then slid back up alongside him, cupping my hand around his balls and kissing him gently on each one before moving up to kiss him on the cheek and saying “I’ll see. I feel like playing with you some more first”. He wasn’t hard yet but we just lay together watching the new movie and talking and stroking each other for quite some time. He got up again to open the bottle of wine he’d brought with him. I joined him in the kitchen as he couldn’t find the bottle-opener and we began kissing and stroking each other standing next to the kitchen sink and drawers. He was definitely hard now and I dropped down on my knees to muzzle my nose and lips over him, sucking up and down again and running my hands up and down his thighs and then up and around his chest so that the palms of my hand were actually scraping over his own nipples. He pulled me up and wanted to try and lift me up onto the work-top, but I persuaded him that I actually wanted to be back on the sofa-bed.

We returned to the front room sipping from our glasses on the way. “You definitely won’t be driving anywhere now” he said. I teased back “I thought you wanted to eat your lunch right here”. He was soon sliding down to me and taking up my offer with his tongue sliding and swirling around and around. I was gasping back and forth again and then pulling him up to kiss and taste myself on his lips. As we exchanged kisses and I sucked his tongue into my mouth I could feel his cock against me and it just slid inside as I pushed back against him. We were soon rocking back and forth with him on top and my legs wrapped around his back. It was just a gentle rocking together and then he rolled over onto his back to pull me up on top of him. I sat back and then began to lift up and down. I could look down and see his cock appearing as I lifted up and then disappearing as I sat slowly back down on him again. He was reaching up and squeezing at my boobs and I was shaking them from side to side and encouraging him to “squeeze them, pinch my tits”. I thought he would be really enjoying my sitting on him and “talking dirty” as J calls it. But he said he wanted me to turn around and face his feet because he wanted to see my bum cheeks. I swivelled around and could soon feel him sliding his finger forwards and probing at me gently. We rocked back and forth in this position for awhile but I told him I wasn’t comfortable. He asked if we could play with my wand now and I told him he’d have to get the lubricant as well. I lay forward on my tummy facing the TV as he leant over me licking and kissing my cheeks and then slowly sliding his tongue between them. I opened my legs and lifted myself up more as his tongue became more adventurous and more searching. I need to be in the right frame of mind to be able to let myself go in this position and although I was completely relaxed and comfortable, it wasn’t until I felt the gel sliding down over me that I really began to enjoy the sensation as his finger replaced his tongue. I lifted up further and wider as I felt his thumb sliding into my pussy as well and he began to rock me back and forth with the grip of his finger and thumb. I could feel his kisses on my cheeks and hear myself groaning with his rocking. Then louder gasps from both of us as his finger pulls out and I could feel the bulb of the beads pushing into me. I was soon thrusting backwards and forwards and then groaning as he rolled me over onto one side and lifted my top leg up to expose my pussy as he licked me around and around. He now had his head completely between my legs and one arm around my hip whilst stroking the wand in with his other hand. I could hear him gasping “incredible, you’ve got five beads” and I could hear myself gasping back and encouraging him to “push me and lick me more”. I was trying to pull his own hips round on the sofa-bed more as we were almost in a sixty-nine position. He eventually realised that I was trying to pull him closer, so lifted himself round more and I could suck his cock into my mouth and lift his own leg up around my head. It was difficult to concentrate on both sensations, so I just relaxed my mouth and let him stroke back and forth into me whilst trying to concentrate on the feelings of the wand and his tongue swirling and sucking at my clit. I could feel myself getting more and more carried away and eventually had to pull away from his cock and start gasping and groaning as I felt myself coming closer and closer. I eventually burst with a huge scream urging him to “just pull it out slowly” and burying my face into his cock and balls, kissing at him and moaning with the exertion and release of pressure all at the same time.

We extricated ourselves from our entangled position and I asked him to cuddle me as I just lay forward on my tummy. We lay together like this for some minutes before he reminded me we were facing the wrong way on the sofa bed and would be more comfortable lying back with our heads on the pillows. I struggled to turn around and change positions and then just collapsed forward onto my stomach again, pushing my face into the pillow, moaning and pulling at him to cuddle up next to me again.
Whether it was the wine, or the hugeness of our come, or a combination of both, we dozed and slept for over an hour, eventually waking up in the same position we’d collapsed together in.

I will try to upload the conclusion of “our day” before the end of the week.

Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 21:56 4 Comments

V returns

Thank you for all the messages . . . and suggestions . . . about the return of V to London this past week.

There have been far too many emails to reply to each of you, and as more are still arriving, I thought I should just let you all know that, unfortunately, I have rather disappointing news.

V and his three colleagues arrived as scheduled and the meeting at our office progressed throughout the day as expected.

During lunch he repeated his numerous text-messaged invitations over the past month, that he would like to entertain me at his apartment again at some point during the next three nights. I replied that I was free the next evening. J and I had been having such wonderfully exciting times talking about, and re-living, my brief encounter with V previously that I’d worked myself up into quite an excited state in the days just prior to his return. I’d decided that if our “professional relationship was in danger of being comprised” then it already had been! And that I therefore had nothing to lose.

The more I had thought about him, and his position, and his charm, the more I’d decided that I really enjoyed the flattery, and excitement and “danger” of the situation. This time, I decided, if I was to allow myself to become involved, then it would be on my terms. I knew from all his texts and emails, that his interest in seeing me again was simply sexual and had nothing to do with business. I knew from his reputation, and from working with him for almost a week “before” our tête-à-tête, that he was too much of a perfectionist to let personality come before business.

He was delighted with my acceptance and said he’d book a table again at “our restaurant” beforehand.

After concluding our day, I declined the invitation to join the others for an after work drink as I had to attend a long-arranged a meeting at my son’s school.

I was almost home when V called on my mobile. I knew he’d been taking calls from his office all afternoon, but assumed that to be just normal procedure. But he explained that due to an emergency issue that only he could resolve, he was going to have to return to Paris immediately in the morning. He was desperate to see me and wanted me to visit him at his apartment that evening. I told him that it was just impossible as I just had to be at school within the hour and then would not be able to just leave my family and turn around and go back into town.

He sounded disappointed, but resigned to both our situations . . . we agreed to talk during the next few days (as we would be anyway) and to arrange another time.

So . . . as I explained to an equally disappointed J . . . we are lucky to be able to enjoy spur-of-the moment occasions when they happen, so we have to accept that sometimes things we desperately want to happen, just obviously weren’t meant to be.




Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 15:06 1 Comments

Nice Evening with S

S had been trying to arrange an evening with me for over a month. We’d both either been busy with family or work events or the “timing” just hadn’t been right for me . . . But we eventually managed to get together on Tuesday evening.

We met in Hampstead at the same restaurant we’d eaten at earlier in the year. S knows I love jewellery and he’d bought me some earrings as a birthday present and we enjoyed a nice meal and just talked about family and school and work for ages. S had booked the same, new, hotel as last time, just a short drive from the restaurant but it was already quite late by the time we arrived there after our meal. He was embracing me and undressing me the minute we entered the room, but I insisted that I had to shower first (you know when you just “have to” shower!).

I showered first and normally would have waited in the bathroom whilst he showered, but I wanted to put on my new earrings for him, so I tidied-up my hair and face at the mirror in the main room and then lay back on the bed, wrapped in a towel, waiting for him. “They are really lovely thank you”, I told him, turning my head from side to side and displaying his new gift as he came into the room. He climbed onto the bed and immediately unwrapped my towel though, and we were soon kissing and stroking each other. I was feeling really relaxed and very aroused as he slid down my tummy and began licking and playing with me. He just plays so slowly and tenderly all over my pussy and I was soon getting completely worked up and gasping as his fingers stroked and probed. I was lifting myself up and down on his hands and feeling his tongue swirling round and round on me.

He wanted me to lift up further and turn over onto my knees but I was so aroused I was telling him not to stop and holding his head onto me and pushing my hips up into his face and tongue. It was so, so nice and I could hear myself come with loud groans and then push him away as I rolled over onto my side, before curling my knees up and asking him to “cuddle up behind”. We lay for quite some time, not saying anything at first, but then as he kept talking to me and stroking my arm and shoulders I eventually turned over to face him. We talked for another 15 minutes or so before he had to get up to turn-off my phone alarm which had gone off in my bag on the table. It was already midnight!!!

“I’m sorry the time has gone by so quickly” I was apologising as I’d felt it was my fault we’d been talking so long in the restaurant. I could feel him hard against my leg and I knew I just couldn’t get up and ask him to take me home now. I reached down and started stroking him . . . he felt really nice and smooth . . . and then I pushed him over onto his back and slid down to suck him into my mouth. He was protesting saying he wanted to play some more, but I told him I didn’t want that tonight . . . “I just want to taste you like this” I told him. He struggled and twisted a few more times, but as I continued with the rhythm of my lips sucking up and down on him I could feel him relaxing and beginning to enjoy it. I slid one hand around him as I lifted my mouth up to the head and cupped my other hand around his balls and just cupped them and squeezed them gently. He doesn’t enjoy me being too aggressive with him like this (J actually likes me nibbling and biting on him!), so I just continued sucking up and down increasing the pace and pressure a little as I felt him pushing himself up to meet my mouth sliding down on him. I can tell when he’s about to come and I just lifted away and pushed my boobs over him as he exploded with little spurts against me.

I like making him come like this against me. It makes me feel good that he’s enjoyed it so much and I love the feeling of my rubbing himself back over his cock and balls and tummy. It’s only when it suddenly feels cold and draughty against my skin that I want to wipe the rest of it up . . . at least on this occasion the towel I’d had wrapped around me was still close at hand. I lay down beside him again once I’d finished mopping the both of us up, and we just lay together side by side recovering.

Conversation began again after a few minutes and we agreed it was time to get dressed and make the journey home. “At least it’s only a short drive now.” And it was, we were home in 20 minutes . . . But it was still after 1 a.m.

J was waiting for me on the sofa, naked and expectant. I undressed for him and then sat down on his lap facing him and answering his questions on how my evening had gone. He was disappointed that we’d only “played” but as I told him that I’d had a really nice time and a really big come he began to concentrate more on me lifting myself up and down on him. He was quickly hard and we didn’t have to re-adjust ourselves at all for him to be inside me and guiding me by my hips as he lifted me up and down on his cock. I was telling him how I’d made S come and wiggling my breasts into his face asking “can you taste his come on my tits?” He came as he sucked and we just fell back onto the sofa together, snuggling up until he’d recovered enough to go upstairs. He collapsed into bed while I put away my earrings and sorted out my clothes and by the time I’d returned from cleaning myself up in the bathroom, he was fast asleep . . .


Best wishes - Edith
http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithsdiary

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posted by Edith @ 09:08 3 Comments

A New Man . . . A New Fling !!

It has been an amazing month . . . starting with finding myself doing something I said I’d never do, and yet because of that, turning into the most passionate few weeks J and I have enjoyed for a long time.

In the environment I work in it’s common-place to be frequently approached by male work colleagues or clients or suppliers. I’ve been propositioned on numerous occasions over the years and had always been determined to never become involved with someone I worked with or for. I have seen quite a number of “office scandals” or affairs turn into nasty or embarrassing situations and I had always been sure I would never allow myself to fall into a similar trap.

But . . . I’d been asked to oversee an important new campaign for one of our largest European clients. A director and several colleagues were spending over a week with us working on the launch and things quickly worked well. Along with several of my own team, I spent virtually all of every day with our clients and found my counterpart to be a quite charming and entertaining gentleman. He was older than the rest of us, but witty, engaging and instantly likeable and all of us felt completely at ease in each others company. I certainly had no feelings of any sort towards him apart from working through all the normal procedures of a new brief. We had all lunched together each day and when he called on me in my office on the last afternoon of their visit and asked if I would conclude the weeks business with a meal that evening I assumed it was to be a normal “team meal”, something that was not unusual when working on a project of this type. We were to meet at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the West End, where you’d normally have to book weeks in advance.

I was a little unnerved to find upon my arrival that none of the others were joining us . . . but as he ordered drinks and we chatted in the reception area I felt much more at ease. During the meal conversation turned naturally to more homely subjects rather than the business. We talked about family, husbands and wives and children. V was charming in every way and it was not until he asked that I join him for drinks at his apartment that I thought his intentions were anything other than professional. I was flattered and feeling inquisitive, but nervous and unsure about his intentions and my own feelings about the situation. I explained that I would have to let my husband know I was going to be a little later than I’d originally thought, so I stepped outside to call J whilst V waited for the coats. J’s reaction was more about “where are you going”, “can you trust him” and “are you coming home” rather than to do with my own concerns about the situation. I agreed I would call him from the hotel to let him know where I was.

I had assumed that V had meant “hotel room” when he said “apartment”, but when the taxi dropped us at an exclusive and relatively new development right on the river I realised that V really had meant “apartment”. And when he led me into the main room it really was impressive. Very nice decor and an amazing view out over the river. He told me he’d brought the apartment two years ago before the development had even been finished, and had another in Brussels. He wanted to show me round, but I explained that I had agreed to call my husband just to let him know where I was . . . V looked surprised and quizzical, but nodded and l