It Never Rains, but it Pours . . . Part One

S and I hadn’t seen each other for over a month . . . since our “sleepover” . . . so I was really looking forward to meeting with him on Wednesday evening. Even more so as it has been a simply horrible few weeks at the office (so much so that I am beginning to regret turning down the chance of a change of job I was offered before Christmas).

After weeks of miserable weather it had been a bright and sunny day and I felt wonderful in the cab as I travelled to our restaurant in Hampstead. S was already waiting for me and it was really nice to be greeted with his embrace and a warm lingering kiss. We spent an enjoyable meal catching-up on everything that had happened since Christmas and then walked arm-in-arm up the hill to where he’d parked his car. We sat for several minutes in the dark, kissing and fondling with increasing passion as we both agreed it had been “too long”.

Our kisses continued once we arrived at the hotel . . . even more passionately as we shared the excitement of realising we’d spent time in this same room on one of our earliest visits to “our hotel”. We undressed each other in-between our fondles and caresses, with S trying to convince me we didn’t need to shower . . . but I had to insist that I wouldn’t feel comfortable without “washing all my bits first!”

The bath was too small for us both to stand comfortably underneath the shower together . . . as I finished I wrapped myself in the towel he handed me and sat on the toilet seat, reaching forward to soap “him” each time he turned-round under the water. We laughed and cuddled each other across the room to the bed and rolled back and forwards on each other as we resumed our kissing and stroking.

I felt wonderful as I stretched out my legs and lay back whilst he ran his tongue all around my breasts and down my tummy. I opened my legs wider as he slid down between them, gasping as he lifted up to say I was “really, really wet” before he leant forward again to flick his tongue up and down over me. After just a few minutes of him licking and then sliding his fingers around and into me I felt I would come too quickly so asked him to “come up and kiss me, I want to taste myself on your tongue”. It felt wonderfully warm as I sucked his tongue into my mouth. I felt him adjusting his position, lifting one leg over my chest and then sitting up on me as he leant forward kissing me more. He was sitting on my tummy now and was kissing me much more passionately than I would normally allow him to. I pulled my face away and looked down between our chests . . . “that look’s lovely” I told him and reached up to stroke his erection and then pull it downwards onto one of my nipples. It felt nice scraping the ridge of him over first one and then the other as I twisted slightly from side to side, pulling his willy onto me with the palm of my hand behind its head and sliding him across me from right to left and then back again. He was whispering how nice it felt and then suddenly started straining forwards on me pushing himself in hard strokes with his hips thrusting up and down. Quite quickly his thrusts became faster and faster and I knew he was going to come. His moans were getting louder and his pushing harder and his cock pushed forwards almost to my chin, and then pulled away, and then thrust forward again. I first saw a clear little glisten of moisture in the eye of his head and then . . . with the next gasp and thrust forwards . . . a white, bursting blob and then a flash and splashing feeling as it shot forwards. I felt it on my cheek and then again and further this time onto my neck and ear with the next pulling back and thrusting forwards. He was gasping out an apology at the same time as thrusting back and forwards again as I held onto his back and tried to pull him further down on my tummy. Normally S doesn’t come as quickly, or as loudly, so I knew he had really needed the release. I could feel it dribbling off my chin and neck as I lifted up to kiss him and then roll him over onto his back. He was still moaning his apologies . . . I lifted myself up onto his tummy, squelching myself over him, rubbing it into the both of us. I held my finger over his mouth and told him to “shsssh” and “I love seeing you let go like that”. We rolled into an embrace on our sides and I told him to pull the blankets over us as I snuggled into his shoulder and kissed his neck and stroked his arm.

I woke up with him shaking me . . . “your phone’s ringing!”. It was my alarm going-off . . . we’d slept for almost two hours . . . I struggled out of the bed to my bag, cursing as I realised how late it was. “Why don’t we stay over again?” he asked as I sat back down on the side of the bed. I reminded him how lucky we’d been to have that night together and that I was sure we would be able to have another “sleepover” some time, but “I just can’t tonight”.

J was waiting up in his usual place on the sofa. He was disappointed that I hadn’t come home naked under my coat, until I teased him with . . . “well S certainly enjoyed undressing me” . . . and then stepping away from him, “I’d like a glass of wine first please . . . and then one of my wands” . . .

Just got back from . . .

. . . a Saturday morning run with friends. The first with all of us together since Christmas. It was really nice to chat and catch-up with all the gossip and news . . . stopped for coffee in the park . . . lovely, and just in time obviously as I’ve just got in and it’s started snowing !!!

I’m just running a bath and going to soak ALL afternoon. J is taking my daughter and myself out this evening for dinner and a movie . . . and I’m really looking forward to the weekend away from any thoughts of work!!

It’s been just a horrible two weeks at the office working on a new big project . . . lots of long days and late nights home.

But I just wanted to say “thank you” for all the messages and worried questions about my lack of posts. I’m fine, just had no time, or energy, for anything other than what has been going on in the office. S wants to meet for an evening next week, but we haven’t arranged anything yet . . .

There are lots and lots of messages in my in-box to go through . . . I promise I will try and reply to all that I can . . . but please don’t forget that many of the questions you are asking are answered on my Frequently Asked Questions page: http://www.scarletsecrets.co.uk/edithspics/edithsaffairsfaqs.html

I’m off to my bubbles and (an early) glass of wine !!

Best wishes - Edith

Disappointment from V . . .

Since our lunch the previous week, I’d been really looking forward to meeting with V again on Tuesday, especially as our two meetings before Christmas had been so wonderful and fulfilling. But . . .

I’d had a waxing on Monday after work, and had brought in a complete change of clothes into the office the next morning. The day was already dragging by when just after 11 my secretary called through to say he was on the line. I could tell immediately from his voice that he was going to cancel . . . and sure enough, “something has come up that I just can’t change”.

I can’t go into his explanations here, but anyway, our evening was not to be . . .

A hugely disappointing start to the week . . . and what makes it even more disappointing is that he now won’t be back in London for at least another month!!

Mrs Robinson

I’ve had numerous messages over the past few days mentioning the predicament that Iris Robinson and her husband have found themselves in. (For overseas readers: Both Ministers in the Northern Ireland assembly).

Many of the messages have been quite scathing and critical of her actions, and asking my opinion given my “Spur of the Moment Moment” last June.

I do understand (from personal experience), how she could find the attentions of a younger man exciting, and arousing . . . I certainly did . . . and, of course, we ALL make mistakes, and errors of judgement in both our personal, and business, life.

So I do sympathise with her on that level. I know that I always enjoyed looking at R’s body during our gym work-outs, and I know I was very flirtatious with him, and enjoyed his attentions and his responses. Of course, my situation was made even more exciting by the fact that J was always pointing out how obvious it was that R “fancied me”. And when I unexpectedly found myself with the opportunity to “indulge” in that spur of the moment meeting, I found it tremendously flattering, and exciting, and arousing . . . so much so, that I couldn’t, or didn’t even want to resist his advances. The opportunity presented itself and it just happened.

In actuality, it wasn’t wonderfully fulfilling . . . but it WAS flattering and exciting. So, in that respect, I can understand how Mrs Robinson may have found herself in a similar situation, and a similar frame of mind, and just succumbed to that spontaneous sexual combustion that sometimes just happens inside ALL of us. And I don’t care how many people say they would NEVER do that sort of thing . . . I KNOW that every one of us, have, or will, at some time or another, find that uncontrollable biological urge that makes us forget all reason and morality and danger. I TRULY believe that. No matter what your religion, gender or position (or perhaps sometimes BECAUSE of the moral pressures of your religion, gender or position) we will ALL at some point succumb to that special release, or temptation.

I admit that I enjoy occasionally succumbing to those temptations . . . I enjoy being able to forget for brief moments in time my responsibilities to family and friends. BUT I do realise that at least I am able to release myself to those flattering and exciting feelings from time to time, because of the wonderful relationship I share with my husband. Mrs Robinson, unfortunately, probably felt she wouldn’t be able to share those feelings with the person closest to her . . . and that is what I feel is the saddest aspect of her situation. Not that she found herself indulging in something exciting and different and forbidden, but that she felt that the only way she could indulge in that relationship, was to do it secretly, behind her husbands back.

And, I am sure that it is because of that moral, personal, pressure she must have felt that she could only continue her excitement, and affair, in SECRET and without SHARING it with her husband, that she suddenly found the situation spiralling into the other unfortunate aspects of the situation she found herself in. Arranging a loan for her young lover, using her political position to convince unknowing friends or associates to help this young man get a start in life. She just, very probably, felt it all spinning quickly out of control in the course of a few weeks. Things that may have been said, or promised, in the heat of a few passionate evenings that were helping her forget the pressures of her political and family life, just suddenly grew into much more than she would ever have imagined.

Of course, being in the position she was, perhaps she should have considered things much more carefully. BUT she probably had NO-ONE she felt she could turn to, no-one she could share her feelings, her guilt, her worries with.

It is terribly sad for her husband, and his political career, and for her family . . . sad for EVERYONE involved. But I challenge all the people who are getting on their high-horse and saying that in her position she “should have known better” . . . I challenge all of them just to stop and reflect for a moment, and think to themselves . . . and ADMIT to themselves . . . that somewhere in their past, at some point, or instance, in their lives . . . have they not felt a spontaneous, sexual moment, lead them to somewhere they never dreamed they would go.

I pray for Mrs (and Mr) Robinson . . . not for their political careers, but for their personal well-being. I wish them hope . . . and happiness.

Best wishes - Edith

Snowy Sleep-over with S . . .

The weeks prior to the Christmas break had been really hectic and not practical, for one reason or another, to meet up with S. We’d discussed tentative dates on numerous occasions (we talk regularly as S calls me several mornings a week when I’m on my way in to the office) but family, or work events, always seemed to conflict.

We were finally able to agree on the Monday evening before Christmas. Initially we were to meet in Hampstead at our normal Italian, but as I was freshening-up in the office S texted to ask me to call. Everyone in the office had earlier been looking out the windows as snow had started falling, but from our office several floors up it hadn’t looked like settling and I’d thought nothing more about it. But S was now telling me that “traffic was a nightmare” and that out in the suburbs it certainly was settling and causing major problems. He suggested that instead of getting a taxi I should get a tube and he’d meet me at the station. Even as I left the office and walked to the tube the snow didn’t seem to be settling and the traffic appeared to be moving as it normally does in the West End. But, just as I was about to descend into the station S called again. Traffic was so bad he was going to try to drive straight to the hotel and said I should take a different branch and get off at the Station which was nearer to our hotel, and he’d meet me there.

It wasn’t until I actually reached my destination and got out to street level that I realised the problems he’d been having. The traffic was backed-up in a long line stretching in both directions all the way along the road and whilst it seemed as though the road itself had been gritted, the side roads and the pavements certainly hadn’t. S was nowhere to be seen . . . I called and he answered immediately, saying he’d managed to park at the hotel and had started walking to meet me. I set-off in the direction of the hotel, cursing under my breath that my boots were clearly not ideal footwear for the slippery pavements. I was not the only one struggling amidst quite a crowd of people gingerly making their way along the footpath. I’d been walking about ten minutes, with several pauses to call, or answer calls from S to liaise on each others progress, before we met. As we retraced his footsteps back towards the hotel we crossed over several side-roads which rose up on what would normally seem quite gentle inclines from the main road, but the cold and lack of gritting meant that the ice was causing the cars trying to get in or out to slide treacherously. The snow had stopped falling by the time we reached the hotel, but it was clear that the main intersection on the corner was almost completely grid-locked.

The lobby was warm and welcoming and as soon as we got to our room I collapsed onto the bed and told S I’d love to have a bath. As he started running the water I browsed through the room service menu and suggested we order some food to “snack on . . . and a large bottle of wine!” He made the call as I undressed and slid into the warmth and bubbles of my bath. He sat next to me and joked that the carpark downstairs had looked “frozen-solid” when we’d arrived back. I’d texted J whilst S had been running the bath. There’d been no reply but now as soaked my phone beeped. S brought it over to me. It was J asking me to call if I could. I phoned him straight back, I knew he’d been working out in Essex and was now worried if he’d managed to get home yet. He hadn’t, he was close to home but stuck in a tail-back and traffic wasn’t moving at all. He suggested it might be easier if I “stayed put for the night”. S’s face beamed when I told him what J was suggesting. (I hadn’t stayed out for “a sleepover” since I’d stopped seeing M two years ago. J had never actually said he didn’t like me doing it, but I “know” that he much prefers me to come home, so . . . )

I told S it was still early yet, and that the snow had stopped, and although it wouldn’t be a problem for me to “have a late meeting and have to stay in town” for the evening, how would he explain it to his wife??? I wrapped myself in a towel and sat on the toilet seat whilst he showered. He turned on the television, whilst we waited for room service, to see what the weather forecast for the evening was. Sure enough the “traffic chaos” as all over the news. We continued to watch after our food and wine arrived, it seemed bizarre to be sitting together . . . wrapped in our towels, snacking and sipping . . . watching TV !!!

It was already getting quite late. I slid my hand under his towel, he was soft . . . but warm. I asked “what are you going to do? You’d better call if you want to be staying all night”. He got up and walked to the window to peek out of the curtains. The window looked directly down to one of the busiest roads in North London. He said traffic was moving but still backed-up for miles. He picked-up his phone and called home. I could tell from the conversation that he was talking to one of his children, his wife was watching “her program” and wouldn’t come to the phone. I couldn’t believe it! But could tell that S was relieved to be able to ask that his son pass on the message that he’d be “staying overnight in Central”.

He bounced back onto the bed reaching for my towel, but I held it tight telling him he first had to make sure his phone was turned on to voicemail and the volume was turned off. We slid into an embrace for a few minutes, he was quite erect now, and I enjoyed slapping him gently on it as I told him to get back up and turn the TV and the main room lights off. As he got back onto the bed he told me he’d wanted to spend a whole night with me for years . . . and although I didn’t answer, other than to reach up to meet his kiss . . . I felt myself tingling with excitement as well.

His hand slid down between my legs and he pulled away a little to start kissing and sucking at my breasts. I was moaning already, and feeling really aroused as he slid his tongue around my nipples and his fingers were rubbing over my pussy. I opened my legs wider for him and gasped as I felt his fingers sliding in. He does such lovely things with his fingers . . . we adjusted ourselves on the bed as he slid further down to start following his fingers with his tongue. I was whispering him to “eat me” and holding his head gently as it bobbed up and down on me as his tongue flicked and licked, and his fingers pushed and probed. I lifted his hand up to my mouth to suck three fingers in and swirl my tongue around them. “This many?” I asked as I pushed them back down to my pussy again. He groaned that he knew I “could take more”.

I was writhing and bucking against his hand . . . he had it cupped so that his fingers were stroking in and out whilst his palm and wrist were rubbing over my clit . . . I could feel it sliding and scraping, and his fingers sliding and pushing. He pulled away and then knelt in between my legs. I reached down to hold him and guide his cock into me. He had a hand on each of my knees and I could see him looking straight down at my pussy. “Can you see my button?” I asked him as I reached down with my fingers and held my lips open with one hand whilst I rubbed round and round with the other. I was coming with little shudders as he stroked in and out . . . until I couldn’t take it any longer and had to push him gently away and roll over onto my tummy.

He got up off the bed and I continued to rock myself from side to side. “Incredible” he said as he knelt back beside me. I nodded and groaned into the pillow as though he was asking me a question . . . but then shivered with the feel of his fingers sliding slippery gel between my legs. “God let me get my breath back!” I turned back to look at him. He lay down behind me kissing my shoulder and neck, and stroking my back and bottom. He apologised that he’d just got carried away. We lay for awhile. I turned my head to lay on the other cheek so that I could see him, and reached down to start stroking him as we chatted. He was still hard, really hard and smooth. I cupped my hand and asked him for some gel and then lifted myself up on one elbow so that I could slide it up and down on him. He leant forward as I lay myself back down onto the bed, pulling the pillow down under my chest for support. His fingers felt wet and slippery sliding over my pussy and then up between my cheeks. I felt him kneeling up between my legs as I let myself twist on his fingers pushing up into my pussy again. I could feel the fingers of his other hand playing with me where he wanted to be, and then the hardness of him sliding over my cheek.

I so, so wanted to make up to him for the last time we’d met, and the excitement of our “night together” and the wonderful feelings of his fingers sliding round in front of me, made me feel more aroused and more wanton. I was completely engulfed by the moment, and heard myself telling him “come on, come on” as we rocked back and forth against each other. His fingers were everywhere . . . one hand pinching at my lips, the other reaching up to my nipples. I lifted myself up to then squash them down on the palm of his hand and then lifting again to let him scrape it across to the other nipple . . . and then back again. I could feel myself going to come again, trying to hold against it, sliding one hand down to clamp it over his knuckles as he still played with my pussy, whilst I reached with my other hand round behind us trying to hold his hip and push against him, urging him deeper into me whilst we tried to balance against each other as we each continued our thrusting and pushing. I couldn’t hold it any longer and fell forward gasping and groaning as we came apart. I heard him gasping as well and then felt him splashing it over me for an instant before his weight pushed me down onto the bed. Our writhing and convulsions continued as we rolled together on our sides, him pulling me back into his chest and then rocking forwards again to roll back on top of me. We rolled apart with final moans of satisfaction and then he cuddled into me again, kissing me on my shoulder and neck as before.

We lay not moving or talking, for ages and ages, just each breathing heavily, before I lifted up and rolled over to cuddle into him. I joked that normally by now he’d having to be waking me up to start getting ready to make our way home. I got up to stagger to the bathroom, and then asked him to turn back the sheets so that we could get into bed “properly”. I picked up the wine from the table on my return and stood next to him topping up our glasses before climbing in beside him. “At least you can have a drink tonight” I said. He replied that being able to have a drink was the very least exciting thing about being able to spend the night with me. We sat back beside each other, pulling the sheets up around ourselves, sipping at our wine and chatting more about each of our family arrangements for Christmas. I snuggled down onto his chest after I’d emptied my glass and we talked more of the coming weekend. His hands began to wander again, but I told him I was feeling “really nice and comfy. I just want cuddles now, I can’t do anymore of that tonight! Just be thankful we can cuddle together all night”.

“I love having my cunt licked in the morning!” I whispered to him as I looked down at him. We’d woken together and I’d felt his erection against my thigh before he pulled the sheets half off us and slid down the bed beside me. I stroked his hair as he rolled over me and onto his tummy between my legs. He continued his kissing and licking, pulling away to let me push both my hands down between us so that I could slide my lips apart for him. When he leant forward again I felt his tongue pushing hard over me, sliding down to push inside and then moving back up over my clit again. “Oh, I really like that” I told him. It did feel nice, really nice, but I wanted him inside me. I lifted myself up to start pulling him up on me and he just seemed to slide upwards in one movement, his chest sliding over mine and as his chin and lips met mine in a lovely wet and passionate kiss, his erection just guided itself in as if all in one movement. “Ohh” I gasped into his ear as I locked my legs around his bottom. It was lovely as he balanced himself over me with his hands either side of me onto the bed, and I leant up into him with my chin resting on his shoulder and my arms around his back.

The rhythm of his rocking began increasing, getting quicker and quicker, and his moans getting louder and louder. I could hear him gasping and pulling away and out, and then pushing forward, his willy rubbing up over my pussy. I let myself slide further down, still hanging onto him in our sling position, but feeling his cock sliding back and forth over my tummy. I looked down between us and as he thrust forward again with a loud groan, I saw, and then felt, a huge spurt as it splashed out over my tummy. More spurts followed, one after the other, as he swung forwards against me again . . . then as our arms gave way, he fell forwards onto me, our tummies squelching and sliding together. He was gasping with loud groans . . . and I was giggling with first the satisfaction of seeing and hearing him like that . . . and then with the ticklish sensation of his come dribbling and sticking on me as he rolled off me onto his side. We were both laughing now with the mess he’d made, but I had to jump up searching for one of our towels from the floor as the cold air and the dribbling on my skin was making me more ticklish. I dried myself off and then spread the towel out on the bed before lying down next to him. “Happy?” I asked him. “Just the best” was his reply.

We showered and lounged, taking turns to peek out through the curtains at the roads below. No snow, traffic moving freely. We agreed it would be more civilised to go down for breakfast, rather than ordering room service again, though I felt uncomfortable that I didn’t have a change of clothes or underwear. They told us that they had a man clearing the carpark so that cars could get out, and S said he’d take me home so that I could change before work (the hotel is only a few miles from home). But I told him I could hardly walk in on my daughter having her breakfast when I was supposed to have stayed overnight in the West End!. I had spare knickers in my drawer at the office, and was trying to convince myself that that would be perfectly fine . . . but I had no choice, I just couldn’t go home. I sent a text to J to tell him everything was fine and that S would take me to the station. His text back was “can’t wait to hear about it”.

Once we were out of the carpark the roads were actually fine . . . it seemed unbelievable that there had been such chaos the previous night. But as S dropped me off at the Station and we exchanged our goodbye kisses, he said “I wish it would snow like that more often !!”

Best wishes - Edith

Best Wishes for the New Year !!!

Thank you for all your Christmas emails and suggestive suggestions(!!!)

For those who have asked . . . Yes I did see S before Christmas, and I will try and post in the next few days. It seems such a long time ago now though, and with the memories of the evening not being so fresh in my mind, I probably won’t be able to recount all the details very clearly.

We’ve had a lovely, but hectic Christmas weekend. It was our turn to host this year so had J’s brother and sister-in-law and children staying for two nights, as well as both our parents for a night each as well.

I’m looking forward to an early night and a few days of peace with J and the children on our own now though! Although J is back to work tomorrow, I’m not starting back until the following Tuesday . . . bliss !!!

Wishing you all a happy and exciting 2010 !!!

Best wishes - Edith

Sunday Afternoon Rendezvous . . .

For everyone who has asked . . .

Yes I did !!! J had got me so worked-up by telling me how naughty it would be, and how it would the last opportunity to see V this year, and how much he knew that I wanted to do it.

And he was right . . . the more he talked about it on Saturday afternoon and evening (and what an evening!!) the more I thought about it, and the more excited I became.

And when my son announced he would be going out again catching-up with his friends, I felt a huge, releasing rush of excitement. The guilt had been released . . . our son didn’t want to be stuck at home eating Sunday dinner with his family anyway. I texted V to ask him to text back when he’d landed, and that I’d “pop-over the river for an hour or so”.

I found myself checking my phone every ten minutes for the next hour and a half. I couldn’t remember what time V had said he was flying in, I’d thought he’d said “early”. My tingles of excitement were beginning to wane, as it remained silent, and I said to J that perhaps he’d already made other arrangements after I’d told him on Friday that Sunday was a “family day” and that I couldn’t possibly get away . . .

Then, just after 11, the text arrived. “Just here. Great news. Let yourself in. Wine in cooler.”

J was as excited as I was and stood by the door as I showered trying to whisper “suggestions” over the sound of the water. I let him dry me with the towel when I got out, asking him to reassure me that it really was alright, and loving his excited kisses and touches . . . and feeling his obvious excitement as well, through his jeans.

I was rushing through my make-up, asking J to book a cab as it would take 45 minutes to get there. He kissed my shoulders and said he’d drive me there himself. I felt myself blushing with excitement as I looked up at him and then I stood up and turned to kiss him . . . we stood embracing for several minutes, telling each other how much we loved each other and loved our life. It really was a wonderful moment, and difficult to describe in these words . . . and it still makes me feel so wonderful again as I describe it here . . . it was a tingling sexual moment, and yet it wasn’t just about the sexual tinglings. I felt (and feel again now), warm and wet, and just so happy and naughty and excited and . . . just so free . . . all rolled together. We kept kissing, me telling him how lucky I was, him telling me how lucky he was . . . it really was a special, special moment. One that I know I will remember long after I have forgotten so many of the “other things” we have experienced in all our years together. It may not sound that special, that extraordinary, here . . . but it was !!!

I chose my white silk stockings, suspenders and bra set (I decided I didn’t need the knickers) and silver earrings and necklace that S had brought me during the year, grey shoes and my grey wool coat. I folded the matching woollen dress into my bag . . . “for the journey home” I told J.

He told me I looked “incredible” and asked if I would unbutton the coat as we drove. I turned the heater up in the car as it was freezing as we set-off, but told him I would only unbutton it, and not slide it off my shoulders as he wanted me to, as we were driving through the city in broad daylight. I had to playfully keep pushing his hands away at each traffic light at first, and tell him to behave himself and concentrate on his driving.

We kissed again for several minutes in the car once we’d arrived, and as I stepped out into the cold and turned to wave goodbye through the windscreen, I felt just so wonderfully naughty . . . my husband had just dropped me off, in broad daylight, on a Sunday afternoon, at my lovers door. I was tingling as I stepped across the cobblestones, simply tingling !!!

I could tell from the music playing as I let myself in, that V had already arrived. He was sitting on the sofa in his robe and welcomed me with “that was good timing, I’ve just poured you a glass”. I laughed that it was the second time in as many weeks that he’d met me dressed only in his robe. He stood to kiss me and said, “I didn’t want to waste valuable time”. He offered me my glass, but I replied “wouldn’t you like to take my coat first?” His reaction as I took it off and handed it to him, made me even more tingly and excited. “You travelled all the way here like that?” he gasped. “You are incredible”.
I giggled “No J brought me silly”.
He gasped even louder. “Why didn’t you ask him to stay?”.
“What and wait downstairs in the car?” I teased.
“You could have invited him up to join us” he replied, half jokingly, but I could tell, half serious as well.
“No I’m not like that, I’m not into threesomes”, I told him as I accepted the wine and kissed him on the cheek.
He was kissing me back and running his hands down my back, saying. “I can’t believe there’s anything you wouldn’t do”.

We fell together onto the sofa, his kisses becoming more passionate as I pushed his robe off over his shoulders. He was reaching around behind me trying to undo my bra strap, but I pointed out it actually unclipped from the front . . . it felt simply lovely as the cups flicked open!!! He was moaning and murmuring as he sucked from nipple to nipple. “In English” I said back to him . . . the words sounded wonderful, but I couldn’t understand everything he was whispering to me.

He’d shaken his arms free of his robe and I was able to reach down between us and stroke him as he continued squeezing and sucking at me. “They’re standing up like bullets” he was saying as he sucked on my nipples. I squeezed his erection harder and tried to slide my other hand between us to feel under his sacs. I’d never felt so aroused, and so naughty, in any of my other times with him. He was already sliding the fingers of his free hand in between my legs and as I lifted them open wider his hand went right round under my bottom and then back to my pussy again. I squeezed my legs tightly onto his hand and pulled his head into my breasts, locking my arms around his back. I’d been there ten minutes and was coming already! V obviously hadn’t realised the effect his touches had had on me. He slid off the sofa and knelt down on the floor in front of me lifting my heels up onto the edge of the sofa and leant forward to start sliding his tongue down over me, licking and pushing at me with it. I had to pull him back up onto the sofa next to me. “Too quick, I want to look at you for a moment” I told him, as I slid down onto my knees taking the position he’d just been in.

“Magnificent, wonderful” I mimicked his accent, as I licked at him instead. He continued to try and pull me back by my arms onto the sofa for a few minutes, until he slowly succumbed to my sucking and licking. I was enjoying the position I’d found on the floor in front of him, able to look up at his thickness, slide my lips down over it and then lick my tongue up and down its length and down around his sacs. Eventually though I could tell from his renewed efforts at lifting me up that he wanted me back on the sofa. But then as I sat down beside him again, one hand still squeezed around him, he pulled away and stood up to gather up my coat and spread it out over the coffee table next to the sofa. I let him lift me up and then lay me down on top of my coat and then watched and started to swoon again as he lent forward rubbing himself over my pussy. “Slap me with it” I told him and then gasped and groaned as I felt the heaviness of it slapping against me. I reached down to open my lips and expose my clit more and heard myself swearing and moaning as he whacked against it for several slaps and then just pushed forward inside.

We stroked against each other, with V leaning back and holding me by my hips and exclaiming “what sights you give me”. I giggled back “let’s try another view” and pushed him back a little and tried to swivel my right leg around between us and turn round onto my knees. On the narrow table it was too difficult a manoeuvre to achieve without him coming out, but as I re-positioned myself and pushed back against him I felt him sliding into my pussy and resuming his strokes almost immediately. I was leaning forward, gripping the sides of the table . . . he was holding me by each hip, stroking faster and stronger now, and groaning quite loudly. I fell forward a little more, squashing myself onto my coat, and let go of one side of the table to slide my hand down between my legs trying to reach under us and feel his sacs as he was pushing and slapping into me. “Out” I gasped to him, meaning for him just to slow and pull out a little so that I could feel my fingers around it, but instead he cried out and pulled away completely and then thrust forward again sliding it over the small of my back and lifting up to grab my shoulders. I felt him spurting it out over my back and him gasping and groaning with each thrust. I lifted myself up into him more, as he continued to thrust and splash, and groan into my ear. “Not on my coat” I giggled back up at him, “I can feel it dribbling” I said, as his stroking stopped and he squashed into me.

He lifted off and sank back down onto the sofa. I stood up carefully and stood in front of him, smiling at the sight of him hunched back in the sofa holding onto himself with one hand, the other pushed down onto the cushion beside him. “This is when you normally offer to get me a towel” I giggled. I bent down to hand him his glass from the floor and then lifted my coat up off the table hanging it on the back of a chair as I walked into the kitchen to find a tea-towel. I returned to stand in front of him and turned around to ask “can you wipe it for me please, I can feel it running down between my suspender and my skin”. After he’d wiped me I turned round to face him again and pulled off my suspender and stockings telling him “you seem to have lots lately, have you changed your diet or something?” He laughed that it was “you are to blame for making me so relaxed to spend like that”. I giggled at his choice of explanation and cuddled up next to him with my own glass which I’d hardly touched. We talked about his trips since our last meeting, and his appointments in Canada . . . I explained our family routine at Christmas.

“How long have we got?” I asked him after we’d been talking long enough for us both to have emptied our glasses. He said he was flying out at 7 p.m. so we had time for more wine! I got up to bring the bottle from the kitchen and stood in front of him topping up each glass as he held them out, one in each hand. I pulled the bottle away towards me as I slowly poured and he slowly followed, kneeling down off the sofa onto the floor as I teasingly edged backwards away from him. He was kneeling directly in front of me now. I finished pouring and stepped forward into him . . . he lifted his face up to lick at me. I turned away for a moment to reach over and place the bottle onto the coffee table. He moved to follow to put the glasses down, but I pushed myself back into him. “Hold them for a moment” I said. I opened my legs wider and stepped over him further, moaning encouragement to him as his tongue worked up and around and in-between my lips. I reached forward to hold each of his shoulders, standing directly over him now whilst his tongue continued its explorations. “I like having you in this position” I told him . . . (Aetna) . . . I tried lifting myself up and backwards further, gripping his shoulders, trying to see if he would let me direct his tongue further around me, but each time he would swivel back to my pussy again. I stood back and let him stand up and start to set the glasses down next to the bottle, but I said “take me to lie down for awhile”. I picked up the bottle and led him down the corridor to his bedroom.

He apologised that the cleaners didn’t come until the beginning of the week . . . the bed was still unmade from when he’d obviously left for his last trip. “And I thought you were such a meticulously tidy, organised, man” I lay back and accepted my glass and then gasped with delight as he leant forward after taking a sip of his own wine and sucking my nipple into the cold of his mouth, letting the liquid swirl around before sucking and swallowing at the same time. “I don’t know where you’ve been learning things like that” I giggled and offered him my other breast so that he could repeat the process. He protested that I was going to make him too drunk to be allowed onto his flight. I was feeling ever more aroused and moaning louder as he slid down my tummy to start licking at me again. “Fingers” . . . I reached for his hand and licked over and sucked on all four and pushed his hand down to where I wanted, and needed, him to be. I could hear myself urging him on and feel myself tightening on him and then bucking my hips up against him. We were thrusting and pushing against each other, him holding my leg with one hand and pushing and thrusting with the other, me thrusting my hips up and down off the bed and gasping “yes, faster”.

When it came I was holding his head in both hands and rolled over on my side gasping and groaning and squeezing my legs tightly around his arm, crying out as he extricated himself and let me flop down on my tummy. I heard him gasping suddenly as well, and lifted my head from the pillow to look back at him kneeling beside me, holding onto himself . . . and then felt him splashing again over my bottom and back. He collapsed down beside me and we lay together breathing heavily for a few minutes until I had to roll over onto my back and dry myself against the sheets. He cuddled into me telling me how amazing all this was. We lay for sometime, recovering our senses before slowly agreeing that it was time for him to be getting up and preparing for his trip.

I made coffee whilst he showered again. He wandered around the corridor and front room and back and forth to the bedroom, gathering things up, and still completely naked. I told him I enjoyed watching him walk around nude. He complained that I now had more clothes on than when I’d arrived (I’d slipped on the dress I’d brought with me in my bag, whilst he’d showered). I helped him unpack, and repack, his suitcase as he began to worry that he was going to be late. I reminded him that he didn’t have to worry about queuing for check-in like the rest of us (he flies Executive Class!!), but he was still anxious to order his cab. I asked him if I could share the cab with him to see him off, as it would be easy for me to get a cab home from Heathrow. He got so excited at that suggestion that he started wanting to kiss and cuddle again . . . but I reminded him of the time . . .

I texted J from the taxi to tell him that I “was on my way to the airport with V, but don’t worry I am coming home!” He texted back just a few minutes later to say he’d come and pick me up and told me to text him the Terminal and what time I wanted him there. I decided to call him back . . . I kept ignoring his first question about had I enjoyed the afternoon, (looking blushingly at V and wondering if he could hear J’s voice on the phone) and telling him that if he really wanted to pick me up he should set-off straight away as I was only going to wait until V had gone through into the departure lounge. Eventually I had to say “yes I’ve had a lovely time thank you” before agreeing to his suggestion that he actually park in the terminal carpark rather than trying to pick me up from just outside the terminal building.

As I ended my call, V was holding my hand and shaking his head saying “this is a remarkable situation”. I knew what he meant, accepting his kiss on the cheek, and glancing up at the mirror to see if the driver was looking back at us. I was tingling again!!!

We actually arrived in plenty of time and decided to have another coffee, talking more about our relationship(s) and “remarkable situation”. I excused myself to the toilets to “freshen-up for a minute before we say goodbye”, and then as we stood kissing before the entrance to the departure lounge I opened my bag to let him see my folded-up dress. “As I’ll have my own private cab home!” I giggled. We stood kissing, him holding me quite tightly and rubbing his hands over my coat over my bottom and whispering his appreciation for my spending such a wonderful few hours with him. I told him he was getting too emotional. “Airport farewells” I told him. We exchanged final kisses and wishes for Christmas and New Year . . . I saw him glancing back through the doors, we waved again . . . and he was gone.

I suddenly felt rather exposed, as I sat waiting for J to call. Sitting in Heathrow Airport, naked beneath my coat, with two policeman passing just yards away. What was I doing? I’d let myself get so carried away in wanting to impress and shock and tease V . . . this was so stupid, so silly. I texted J “where are you?” Minutes passed. I reached for my bag and headed for the toilets . . . my phone rang . . . I’d been holding it in my hand . . . it was J.

We sat in the car for half an hour, my tingles had returned, and I let J cuddle me under my coat as I told him how I’d felt as I walked away from the car when he’d dropped me off, and about “our coffee table” and V parading around after his shower. My tingles were turning to throbbings . . . J said that both the children would “still be out” . . . and I exclaimed “well get me home then!”.

Now it was dark as we drove along the North Circular . . . J knew how I had recently returned from an evening with S in his car, along this same road . . . I let him slip my coat down off my shoulders, pulling it up again as we got to each traffic light, only for him to beg that I slide it down again. My nipples were so tight and hard they felt as though they would burst.

We have had the most wonderful week !!! I can’t remember ever having felt so naughty, so free, or so much wanting to be together, as we have over the past week. I forwarded the three texts I’ve had from V, straight onto J as soon as I received them during the day, instead of waiting until the evening when we were both at home. We’ve relived the car journey to, and from, my afternoon . . . we’ve relived how I felt as I walked from the car to V’s door . . . our coffee table . . . those four fingers . . . my cab journey with V to the airport . . . and, as I keep telling J, those wonderful kisses that we’d shared when he told me he’d drive me down to the apartment.

Such wonderful, wonderful times.

Best wishes - Edith

Tingling Temptations !!!

V called early on Friday morning. He’s travelling and arriving back in London early tomorrow (Sunday) and flying out to Toronto early in the evening . . . he wanted to meet for a few hours “at the apartment”.

I told him that we have a family weekend planned (my son is back home for the weekend) and that it just wouldn’t be possible.

I recounted the story to J last night and he got really excited, telling me I SHOULD meet him, and that the children would understand if I suddenly had to “go into the office” on short notice. The conversation led to wonderful cuddles and a lovely deep sleep . . . and we awoke this morning and J started all over again. We are off to the gym shortly and I’m already exhausted !!!

It just wouldn’t be fair, or nice really . . . but there is something tremendously exciting about having J suggesting I should meet my lover . . . on a Sunday afternoon, in his apartment, and for no other reason than just a few hours of sexual fun.

I’m tingling all over . . . all over again !!!

News from the Gym !!!

J and I had our normal session at the gym this morning and in chatting more to my new friend it seems she HAS been “seeing” R.

I’d noticed during our last few visits that she wasn’t so overtly and constantly by his side as she had been when she had first joined a few months ago. At that time I had felt that she was embarrassing and cloying, but as we’ve since begun to chat with each other a little more recently, she is actually quite nice and it just seems to be her natural personality to be quite bubbly and outgoing with everybody.

This morning we were next to each other and watching R helping a new member. She noticed me looking . . . and so I nervously giggled “nice body”. She nodded her agreement and whispered to me that she’d been having his one-to-one classes at home. (He does private personal training as well as working at the gym.) I feigned surprise and asked “Oh, what SORT of one-to-one?” Although she didn’t actually say it in so many words, I could tell from her cheeky expression, and the insinuations in the tone of her laughing answer, that she meant more than just the normal exercise routines we were doing now.

“Is he good?” I asked her . . . “Fantastic” was her giggly reply. Their personal chemistry is obviously more compatible, or combustible, than I had experienced in my liaison with R . . . or perhaps her situation just allows it to be more so (she is divorced and has no children, and is at least 10 years younger than me). I made no mention of knowing him in any other way than just here at the gym . . . and obviously he’d made no mention of me.

When I recounted the conversation to J on our way home, he wanted to know if I felt jealous . . . but actually, although I am envious of her figure, and of her personality, I don’t feel any sense of jealousy about her relationship with R at all. In fact, I felt almost a sense of release in a way. My very short time with him that afternoon had been just a spur of the moment rush of fun . . . now that I know (or am fairly certain) that he is “seeing” someone else, I feel a sense of confirmation and relief that I know I could never “indulge” with him again.

Fun to have done it, fun to remember it . . . and good to file it away as a naughty, one-off, adventure. And also, rather surprisingly, I came away this morning thinking she is actually quite a nice person.

Best wishes - Edith

Disappointments and embarrassments

I’d had a lovely weekend with J, and started the week really looking forward to the evening with S that we’d planned two weeks ago. But as the week unfolded one event after another seemed to dent my confidence and enthusiasm. Thursday seemed to arrive in a flash, and with such a lot of questions and things going on, I left the office feeling drained and exhausted and without my usual tingles of anticipation and excitement. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see S, in fact as I sat in the cab on the way to our normal restaurant, I was actually wanting someone to talk to and confide in, but I just knew I wasn’t feeling in the sort of mood that he would want me to be in.

The staff at our Italian know us so well now . . . I’m sure they assume us to be a local couple enjoying a regular meal out . . . we had our usual table, and our usual bottle of white. I know I spent the entire meal gushing out all my troubles and uncertainties of the past few days. S is such a good listener . . . and such a good friend . . . and it was just so relieving to be able to pour it all out. Of course, I’d had the same ramblings and discussions at home with J over the past two evenings (and mornings), but it is different . . . and somehow, sometimes, more rewarding . . . to talk about things with somebody other than those closest to you. Just having someone else to confide in, and ask advice of, seems to make things (if only temporarily, or for a short time) clearer and less worrying and less of a burden.

We both picked at our meal, and seemingly without noticing, I had emptied the whole bottle of wine . . . S was driving and laughingly offered me his only half-sipped-at glass that he’d started the meal with. As we walked arm-in-arm to his car I remember apologising that I was “a little tipsy”. As we walked into our room I began undressing immediately and pulling back the bed covers. S followed me across the room and asked if I didn’t want to shower first. I remember telling him I needed “cuddles and just want you to talk to me more and tell me what I should do” . . .

. . . I slept for two hours. He’d initially tried to stop me dozing-off and stroking and shaking me, but I’d sworn at him and insisted he just “cuddle me”. Apparently I told him I wasn’t “a machine” and “can’t be switched on and off at will”. Embarrassingly, I can’t remember saying any of these things, but J told me later I’ve often said exactly the same things to him !!!

I CAN remember feeling that refreshing, relaxing, starched-clean feeling you get from laying down on fresh-hotel-sheets. And I can remember feeling his stroking hands on my back and shoulders, and hearing his soft whispering voice behind me.

When I woke-up I felt that sudden embarrassment and panic that I’d made a fool of myself and let him down again (I’d once done something similar with him before). I snuggled into him and kissed his chest and then up to kiss him as passionately as I could, whispering my apologies and reaching down to stroke his willy. But he was quite soft, and although returning my kisses, told me it was late and we had to be going home . . .

We travelled home with me trying to break the awkward silences by repeating my apologies and with him responding that he wasn’t upset, and knew that I’d had a lot on my mind. We parked on the corner . . . I told him I didn’t want to get out. He laughed and said “we can hardly go back now can we”. I felt myself getting upset and tearful, worried that, despite his assurances to the contrary, perhaps he really was as annoyed as I felt he had every right to be. I was kissing him again and apologising still when he reminded me where we were. He shook me by my shoulders telling me again that he wasn’t upset. Then, as if to further re-assure me, he started saying things that we’d always agreed we could never say to each other. I had to put my hand over his mouth to stop him . . . I got out telling him I would call him, looking back through the window, knowing we couldn’t speak until the morning on our way to work, knowing as well . . . as I walked along the pavement to my door . . . that sitting on a bus, talking into a mobile, just wasn’t going to be how I wanted to have a conversation.

I walked into the front room to find J waiting for me, in his usual place, naked on the sofa . . . he could tell straight away though that I wasn’t in the mood I would normally be on returning from an “evening out”. I ended the evening as I’d begun it, cuddling in my man’s arms, but this time worrying about how I’d let S down, how he’d booked a meal and a room and all he’d been rewarded with was me off-loading all my office problems . . . and then falling into a deep sleep!!!

Even though it is half-term for the schools and much less traffic, the journey into work yesterday morning seemed to take forever. I was holding my phone in my hand for the whole journey waiting for it to ring. It wasn’t until I had gotten off the bus and was walking along the street that he finally called. I stepped into a doorway, gushing out how happy I was to hear his voice, refusing his claims that I hadn’t “let him down” and promising him over and over that “I’ll make it up I promise . . . !!!”

Feeling naughty . . . and the house to ourselves!!!

We had our normal Saturday morning session at the Gym yesterday. J was teasing me on the way there, and all through our session, about enrolling for R’s new “One-on-one Personal Training Programmes” that he’d been advertising to everyone on the past two weekends.

Even though I was doing my best to ignore his teases, it was making me feel ever so naughty. J had asked him last week if he’d been “training” the new woman that had been coming along over the past two months, but he’d just laughed J’s question off without giving a definitive reply. She was there again yesterday though, but wasn’t quite so much by his side for every minute whilst we were there. We exchanged a few brief pleasantries and she actually seems quite nice . . .

. . . all of which just made me feel naughtier and naughtier for the rest of the morning.

J was obviously enjoying my mood and even offered to accompany me on the shopping (which he hardly ever does!!!). As he followed me around the aisles at Waitrose, we both continued to tease each other about having the house to ourselves that evening as our daughter was going out with friends. We get so little “free” time alone anymore, it was going to be fun just to be able to walk around the house naked and play our little games together without fear of being interrupted.

And so we did . . . a lovely long soak in the bath, movies on our upstairs TV, more teasing and arousing each other with talk of R’s “one-on-one sessions”, nice wine . . . only for me as J had to get-up just after midnight to go out and pick our daughter up from the Station. I enjoyed teasing him that I normally have my phone alarm set to tell my lover that it’s time for me to get-up to go home!!! I playfully pulled at him and threw back the duvet to show him how he was leaving me . . .

He staggered around the bedroom getting dressed, saying he could hardly walk straight because I’d exhausted him so much!! I told him “I’ll give you a nice reward when you get back”.

Lovely evening . . . and so wonderful to still have such lovely times together.


Best wishes - Edith
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Thursday Evening with S . . .

After our last meeting early in September, S and I had set a date two weeks ago to meet again on Thursday evening. I’d booked a new hair and waxing session two days earlier and was excited about showing off my new look. Occasionally in the past I’ve teasingly texted him that I’d been “freshly waxed” but I’d so enjoyed surprising J on Tuesday evening, that I’d decided to surprise S as well.

As my work colleagues finished for the day I freshened-up and changed from my office clothes in the washroom and began to feel those little flutters of excitement and nervousness I always get when I’m preparing for an evening out. I’d brought in the necklace S had given me at our last meeting, along with some earrings from one of his previous gifts. I texted him from the taxi to say I was on my way, and then messaged J as well to say I’d left the office. His reply came back almost straight-away to “Be good and be bad. Will be waiting up for you”.

S was waiting for me at our normal pasta bar. His smile and welcoming, “wow, sensational”, was followed by a gentle kiss and embrace. Conversation during the meal was mainly about how the children had been settling-in, and our respective family plans for Christmas (yes, I know, already!!!!) It wasn’t until we were walking, hand-in-hand, back to the car that S asked if my haircut was the only thing I’d had trimmed. I squeezed him and kissed his cheek with a “you’ll have to wait and see won’t you!”.

Our polite kisses and touches in the bar, and on our way to the car, immediately turned to much more passionate embraces and fondles as soon as we closed the door to our room. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse and was leaning forward and licking at my nipples whilst we stood leaning against the wall, just inside the door. I’d tried to start undoing his tie, but he pulled away and was already slipping my skirt down and dropping down onto his knees in front of me. He gasped “I love it” and began kissing and flicking at me and I found myself opening my legs for him as he gently pulled at my knees. I reached down to lift his head away for a moment to tell him we had to shower. He looked up pleading “we don’t really need to do we?” But I know when I just HAVE to shower and told him that “I need to shower otherwise I won’t feel comfortable”.

He stood up and let me step away from my clothes and bag . . . we were still just inside the door of our room . . . I was completely naked and he was still fully clothed! I was enjoying his kisses and complements but just felt I really did NEED to clean properly.

S started the shower whilst I moved my clothes to a more tidy position on the chair in the main room. As I joined him back in the bathroom he quickly undressed as well and then stepped in behind me to start soaping my back for me. Standing in the bath together, under the shower head, we were soon embracing again and soaping each other and I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh and then my pussy as he turned me round to face him.

We towelled each other dry and kissed and fondled our way into the main room and over to the bed. He laid me down on my back asking “let me look at it”. His kisses and then the feeling of his tongue sliding over and around me was just wonderful. I pulled myself further back onto the bed, spreading my legs as wide apart as I could for him. He knelt up beside me and reached up to pull a pillow out from under the bed cover. I lifted my hips upwards to let him slide it under my bottom and then heard myself moaning loudly as he slid his tongue further around me again. I was loving feeling his tongue pushing and probing . . . and loving hearing him tell me how “smooth and sweet” it was. His fingers started following his tongue, pinching and rubbing at my clit. My nipples felt like they were bursting and I started squeezing them for him, as he looked up at me, showing him how hard and erect they were.

I closed my eyes again and arched my back and bottom more up off the pillow as I felt his fingers pushing inside and his lips sucking at me. I was urging him to “eat it, eat me”. He would lift away and slide his tongue down further and probe and push, his fingers still sliding in and out of my pussy. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder, but being on my back I wasn’t able to muffle my moans into the pillow or bed as I normally would. As his fingers continued thrusting and his lips and tongue flicking and pushing, I could feel myself letting go completely and reaching down to grip his wrist tightly. When it came it was with loud gasps and shudders and I rolled over off the pillow towards him, pulling his hand away and squashing over on top of him until he pulled himself out from under me. I stretched out my legs and buried my face onto the bed cover, rocking back and forth for a few moments until I could turn more onto my side and let out a whispered request for him to “cuddle me”.

I awoke to him shaking my shoulders gently, and kissing my neck and ear. I let him roll me over onto my back and continue his kisses. He asked if it had been nice for me, and I nodded telling him I’d been needing it and thinking about it all day (all week actually!!). I was completely awake now as he was kissing at my boobs and down to my tummy. He teased me that I’d been “quite loud” and I told him it was his fault as he’d had me on my back and I hadn’t been able to muffle myself. He was sitting up on one elbow next to me and leant over to suck on my nearest nipple. But his sucking was much too hard and I pulled away, snapping that it was sensitive and he was being too rough. “You normally tell me to suck hard” he replied, but I told him that he could only do that when I asked him to, and certainly not just after I’d come. He laughed that I’d “slept for almost an hour”, so I hadn’t ‘only just’ come. “It couldn’t have been an hour” I snapped back in disbelief and playfully slapped at his erection which was bobbing around by my tummy. He gasped and strained forward, so I slapped at it again . . . giggling as it swung from side to side with my slap. He was groaning more, so I sat up and slapped at it again. “You like that don’t you?” I said as this time I smacked more forcefully down on his sacs, rather than the tip of his willy. He winced, but leant back with both his hands behind him and lifted his hips towards me more, nodding and gasping “yes”, as I slapped at him again. I was enjoying my new found teasing and smacked down on him again as he opened his legs wider and lifted up again. His gasp sounded a little less pleasurable this time, so I gripped his cock and leant forward to first kiss the head “better” . . . and then slide my mouth down over him to suck him into me. I’d lift my mouth away and slap at him again, and then lean forward to suck down on him again.

He was gasping and groaning and then sat up again to kiss me quite passionately and then push me by my shoulders back down onto the bed. He slid down my tummy opening my legs and flicking at me again with his tongue. “No, I’m doing you” I protested, but instead of letting me sit back up and reach out for him, he turned me over onto my tummy and started kissing my bum cheeks. I resisted at first, but his tongue felt nice sliding down between my cheeks, and then when he lifted me up onto my knees . . .

I could feel his breath and hear his gasps as his tongue continued sliding up and down and pushing at me. As his hands reached up around the front of my legs and his fingers began to play with my pussy again I could hear my gasps beginning to match his own. He got up off the bed and I looked round over my shoulder to see him turn back from his jacket draped over the chair, and step back towards me, squirting the gel over his erection. I closed my eyes waiting to feel that first cold splash of the gel on my bottom. I jumped from the feeling, even though I knew it was coming . . . and then surrendered to his fingers slipping and sliding and pushing over me.

This time I could bury my face into the pillow to muffle my groans, but I could still clearly hear my gasps as I felt that first stretching sensation and I pushed back against him. He was holding me by my hips and almost standing up on the bed over me. “You’re riding me” I gasped out, surprised that he was actually being quite fast and quite aggressive. I couldn’t properly hear his reply . . . it was more a groaning gasping rather than intelligible words. He is normally very calm and gentle when we are like this together, but now he was pushing, and straining, more quickly than I could ever remember him being before. I couldn’t concentrate properly as he continued thrusting and then as he suddenly started shaking and leaning forward onto my back, I knew he was coming. He relaxed his grip on my hips and instead fell forward onto me and I collapsed down onto my tummy, gasping in discomfort and then relief as I felt it pulling out. He was laying completely on top of me, gasping with short sharp breaths and squeezing my shoulders with both his hands. We both lay still for several minutes, (I didn’t want to feel that I was spoiling his sensations) before I felt that I could whisper “you’re squashing me”. He apologised and slid down off me onto his tummy beside me. We lay without speaking for some time . . . Eventually turning over on our sides and cuddling into each other. I told him I couldn’t remember him ever being so carried away before, and he replied that my slapping and smacking had got him worked up and made him feel like he needed to “explode”.

We continued lying together and making whispered conversation until the beeping of my phone alarm signalled that we had to think about getting up to go home. I got up to find my phone and turn off the reminder . . . and felt squelchy and slippery between my legs as I walked over to my bag. “You’ve made me dribble” I said to him . . . and I had to walk round to the bathroom to find a towel. I returned to the bed to point in horror at the large damp patch on the bed cover as well. We hadn’t pulled back the sheets from the bed, and the dark red fabric of the cover looked even darker now with quite a large tell-tale circle of damp. We decided we’d have to leave a damp towel strategically placed over the spot!

As S dressed, I gathered my skirt and blouse and pushed them into my bag. “Aren’t you getting dressed?” S asked. I replied, “I promised J that I’d come home in just my coat”. And then asked a little sheepishly “you don’t mind do you?” He laughed and said “only if you take it off in the car on the way home”. I told him it was now too cold in the evening to do that and “anyway, haven’t I been naughty enough for you tonight?”

There certainly was a chill in the air as we stepped out into the hotel car park, and S had to wipe the condensation off the windows whilst I sat in the car with the heater turned on full. As we drove along the North Circular he teased me, “just for a mile or so”, “no-one will see”, “you can pull it on again at the traffic lights”. The heater had warmed up the car quite quickly, so I told him I would pull my coat down off my shoulders “just until we reach the turn-off”. I could feel my nipples were really hard again and I had to brush his hand away several times and tell him to concentrate on his driving or “I’ll put them away”.

As we parked on the corner, I knew he would want our kisses to be longer than normal so I had to put my finger on his lips and tell him “behave, I have to go”. We thanked each other for a lovely evening and as usual he waited until I’d reached my gate before he drove away.

J was sitting naked on the sofa when I walked into the front room. He stood up to offer me a glass of wine . . . and leant forward to kiss my breasts as I opened my coat and let it drop to the floor. “Mmm, you smell sweaty” he said as I squeezed into him and slid my hands around the back of his neck. “Yes . . . and probably slippery and spermy as well” I answered as I pushed him back down onto the sofa.

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

Freshly waxed and feeling happy!

Left the office early this afternoon for new hair and waxing appointment.
Much less hair top . . . and bottom . . . now.

Just excitedly waiting for J to come home (he's working late and didn't know I had an appointment) . . . I always get "tingles" when I know I can surprise him with a new look!!

Just a quick note to say thank you !!!

Thank you for all the messages in the past week following my last post . . . it has been very touching and nice to receive so many emails.

Just back from the gym, R wasn’t there. I went on my own as J is working this morning. We are driving down to his brothers this evening and staying over for a family birthday.

I will try to answer all your messages as quickly as I can . . . but yes, I am fine thank you, everything is ok.

And with regard to all your questions, just to remind you, I have already answered lots of them in my Frequently Answered Questions link from this page.

Best wishes - Edith

Thank you, but sorry to disappoint . . .

Thank you for all the messages . . . and suggestions . . . about my “gym sessions”, but I’m going to disappoint you all . . . as well as J !!!

We had our normal early Sunday visit this morning, but neither R, nor the woman who was all over him last week, were there. I was partly relieved, and partly disappointed !!!

It didn’t stop J mentioning them both though . . . several times during the session, and again on our way home!!!. Even though he knew I didn’t want to talk about them, he kept on and on about it.

I became even more annoyed because he started asking if we could sneak off to “the apartment” for a few hours. I told him that he should know when I wasn’t in the right sort of mood and that I could never, ever, use V’s apartment without asking first, and that I certainly wasn’t going to text him on a weekend.

When I’m not in the mood, I’m just NOT in the mood . . .

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

Feeling a little bit jealous . . . ?

J and I had our normal session at the gym on Sunday morning. R was there . . . so was a new member whom I’d not seen before . . . and she was all over him. It was so obvious it was almost embarrassing to watch.

R and I had already exchanged hello’s and briefly chatted before J and I moved off to start our routines. But then she arrived and she was at his side for almost the whole of the following hour.

One of the other girls told me she’d been there last week as well and had been “coming onto him” in exactly the same manner.

R acted a little awkwardly and indifferently at first, but as the session went on, he seemed to be enjoying her attentions more and more.

She is in her early thirties . . . so much closer to his age . . . very slim and nice hair!

It didn’t help that J was constantly teasing me with “looks like you’ve been replaced” and “perhaps you’ve left it too late”.

On our journey home he started again, and I reminded him of his initial reactions when I’d told him about my “fling”. I also reminded him that we’d agreed it was all too silly and risky . . .

But . . . and I know it probably seems hypocritical of me . . . I must admit that thinking about it over the past two evenings, I have felt a little put-out! Perhaps I’m more annoyed with myself, than with R . . . but ???

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

Late Night Anniversary with S . . .

Despite the Bank Holiday the week had really seemed to drag by. S had called on Tuesday morning on my way in to the office, and again the following morning. We arranged to meet on Friday after work.

It had been a horrible day and I was late finishing so didn’t have too much time to change and freshen-up before I left. Traffic was awful as well and I had to call to say my taxi was caught in traffic and I’d be late.

He was waiting at our usual restaurant, calming and comforting as I sat down at the table apologising for my late arrival. I gratefully sipped on the wine he poured me, kicked my shoes off under the table and just leant back in the chair as he ordered for the both of us. He surprised me by wishing me a “happy anniversary” and handed me a little box . . . he’s always coming up with some significant milestone in our relationship . . . and told me that next week would be the anniversary of the first time we actually met each other at our childrens school all those years ago. I had to giggle my thanks and apologies for not remembering and opened the box to find a lovely necklace. He knows I love earrings and necklaces and always manages to choose something nice and tasteful and something I actually like and know I will wear. I leant across to kiss him my thanks and told him I was already beginning to feel much better after such a horrible day.

In between our mouthfuls of pasta we laughed and reminisced about how the children had grown and changed over all those years. It was going to be the start of yet another school year in the next two weeks, and for two of our children, the start of a completely new academic journey. It was wonderfully relaxing just to be able to talk about our lives and families like this and I quickly forgot all about my bad day at the office and the frustration of sitting in the back of a cab stuck in traffic. As usual S was driving, so it fell to me to finish the bottle of wine . . . which, of course, I managed with ease !! He told me he had another bottle for me in the car for us to take to the hotel, so I said “well you’ll have to let me have a bath then, I really feel like lounging and soaking actually”.

The hotel is only a short drive and I was soon lying back enjoying unwinding some more, and having S feed me sips of his “anniversary wine”. He’d undressed and wrapped himself in a towel and sat on the end of the bath as we chatted about his work (I told him I didn’t want to talk about mine!!!). I said “I’d like to put my necklace on please” . . . and as he returned to the bath and leant forward to fix the clasp around my neck, I slipped his towel off. He was “wobbling” rather than “standing” and complained that he couldn’t sit on the bath without a towel so I told him “well I’ve finished washing all my bits why don’t you get in with me”. The bath was clearly not meant to fit two, but I sat up with my knees almost up to my chin and he was able to stretch his legs out either side of me . . . allowing me to easily play at soaping and lathering his tummy, and . . .

We continued soaping each other and giggling and awkwardly leaning forward to transfer sips of wine between each other. He said “I’m driving remember” and I playfully responded by spurting another sip into his mouth and then pushing and swirling my tongue around inside him, before pulling away and saying “I’ll sober you up, and anyway I can’t possibly finish all this on my own”. He replied “I know you, and I know you can!”. We towelled each other dry and I picked-up the wine and led him over to the bed. I lay back and handed him the glass and instructed “more please waiter”.

He was obviously enjoying how playful I was feeling and was soon kneeling over me, leaning forward and feeding me more little spurts. He then bent down a little and released little dribbles over each of my nibbles. I was already feeling naughty but the sudden tingles really surged all the way through me and I pulled his face down onto my breast so forcefully that more wine splashed from the tumbler onto my tummy and onto the bed beside us. We were both laughing and wrestling each other away and then back onto the damp spot . . . and I was enjoying telling him “you’ve got to lick it all off me now!”

And I really, really was enjoying it . . . first as his tongue flicked and sucked around my nipples, and then as he slid (with me gently pushing his head) down over my tummy and onto my lips. I opened my legs as wide as I could and was gurgling encouragement as his mouth was kissing and licking and sucking all over my lips and then my clit . . . “Aarrgh yes!”.

Then I felt his fingers following his tongue and then sliding in . . . I was twisting and bucking my hips and telling him “more, more of those”. He was kneeling beside me now and his hand sliding in and out was almost lifting me up and down off the bed. I could hear my groans and knew I was close to coming already. S stepped off the bed and turned me over onto my knees. I pulled myself forward onto the pillows, biting into them to muffle my moans as I felt the gel dribbling onto me. His finger was sliding and pushing and I had to move my knees apart as I felt his thumb gripping forward between my lips. The feeling was so intense I had to lift my face away from the pillow to urge him “gently”.

Looking back under my tummy, between my legs, I could see his willy glistening from the gel as he squirted it and then dropped the bottle to rub it over himself. His grip was still rocking me back and forth . . . I bit back into the pillow as I felt his hand pulling away . . . and then feeling his hardness sliding over my cheeks. My muffled gasping as he pushed was obviously making him concerned as I felt him pause, and then heard him ask if I was ok. I tried nodding my head and reaching my hand round to hold his for a moment . . . he started rocking me gently back and forwards again, shaking his hand free of mine to hold me on each hip. We continued pushing and rocking with each other in rhythm and I began to hear his gasps and moans matching mine. My new necklace had a slightly heavier pendant attachment in the middle and I could feel it slapping against my neck and chin. The gasps started becoming louder and the stroking faster . . . he was leaning forwards more over me now and then slid one hand round down over my tummy to my lips. Just a few strokes more and I felt him arching and pumping and shaking. I slid my own hand down over his, clamping it against my pussy and urging him not to stop. I knew from his gasps and groans as he flopped his chin onto my shoulder that he’d come and then as we both fell forward from his weight and I felt him pulling out and sliding down onto his stomach next to me, I exploded as well. I was shuddering and shaking with my convulsions as he cradled his arms around me, turning more onto his side as I rolled as well and he cuddled my back into his chest. It was shattering, and I could hear us both breathing heavily in time with the same sort of rhythm with which we’d been rocking together a few minutes before.

We slept for what turned out to be almost two hours. In the rush from the office I’d forgotten to set the reminder on my phone, and the long week . . . and our exertions . . . and the wine!!! . . . had all obviously conspired to knock me out. I returned from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and shook him awake. I was actually more concerned about the lateness of the hour for him, rather than for my own sake. He just sat up a little to then pull me down beside him again, kissing and squeezing me and then sliding down my chest to start kissing at my boobs again. I was trying to lift him away asking him how he was going to explain getting home so late. Normally, although he might tease and feign reluctance to get up and get dressed, this time he was being quite persistent and just kept wanting to nibble at me more. I tried saying we just had to go and that I wasn’t in the mood, but he was insistent and replied “but I am”. I could feel what he meant as he slid himself back up to kiss my neck and I felt his willy rubbing against me. I looked down to see him completely hard again and then back to see him grinning and “making those eyes” at me as he leant forward to kiss . . . and plead “for more”.

I giggled and pushed him down onto his back and then leant forward over him, saying “just for a little while then” as I kissed him on his tummy and then licked around his belly button and then down towards his willy. He groaned quite loudly as I reached down to hold it and then lick upwards . . . and then slide my mouth down over him. I had thought it only would be “just for a little while” but he was reaching round to my waist and wanting to pull me over on top of him. He was saying “I want to lick you too” . . . I resisted at first telling him that he knew I didn’t enjoy that position because I couldn’t concentrate on “doing two things at once.” But he kept insisting and telling me how much he wanted it. I turned more towards his feet and lifted my leg up over his shoulder . . . sitting down backwards over his face. I could feel his tongue sliding up over my lips again.

It really is difficult for me to enjoy doing the two things at once like this. I lifted my mouth up away from him, I was grasping him tightly at the base of his willy squashing down on his sacs so that they looked like two almost perfectly formed little balls. I know he doesn’t like me sucking them but I muzzled forward just to engulf one into my mouth and plop it back out again as I pulled away . . . just to remind him that I could be as naughty as he could. I felt him wince and arch his hips up off the bed . . . and in perfect time I leant forward to suck my lips straight over his willy again as it speared towards me. I was sliding my mouth up and down, sometimes pausing at the tip . . . and then plunging down on him again . . . sometimes lifting away to just circle around the head with my tongue, before plunging forwards again. I could still feel his tongue though . . . he was licking and gasping furiously behind me now . . . and I lifted my face away from him to look back round over my shoulder for a moment. I couldn’t see his eyes but I was suddenly thinking that he surely must have been tasting a mixture of gel and his own sperm. I wasn’t sure whether I was finding that thought arousing, or not arousing, but from the thrusting motions of his face, and his hips, he was clearly finding it arousing.

I turned back to his willy . . . grasping him with both hands . . . and started to lick around his head again. I felt him pull his face away from behind me and heard him moaning with quiet little gasps. I lifted my mouth away from him just in time, as first a little dribble, and then a little gush of white erupted and then ran down over my fingers as I continued stroking him up and down. I directed it onto his stomach as he shuddered and shook for a few seconds more, before I felt him relaxing and laying his head backwards onto the bed. I climbed off and then lay down alongside him, rubbing the wetness up over his chest and massaging it into him. He wanted to get up and wipe it up with the towel, but I told him really needed to quickly shower otherwise he’d be going home smelling “all slippery”. He protested that “she’d be fast asleep and wouldn’t even notice”, but I insisted, “otherwise I’ll just worry”.

Reluctantly he eventually pulled himself up and we made our way back to the bathroom. He wanted me to follow him under the shower-head, but I told him we didn’t have time and that I wanted to go home “as I am”. He joked that he’d love me to stay naked whilst he drove me home . . . but we quickly dressed and gathered our things. I checked my phone again, but there were no texts. I wondered if J had given up waiting, or if I’d find him asleep on the sofa.

It’s only a 15 minute drive home and normally at such an early hour of the morning the streets would have been deserted. But as S parked on the corner at the top of our road, there were still people walking around and I felt nervous about someone seeing us exchanging our normal goodbye kisses. S still wanted to sit and talk . . . but I reminded him again how late it really was, and how worried I was about him having to explain if “she wakes up as you sneak in”. I squeezed his hands and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and thanked him for a lovely night and lovely present.

The downstairs lights were off when I let myself in and as I tip-toed up the stairs to the landing, I could tell from the dim light under the bedroom door that J just had the bedside lamp on. He didn’t wake until I slipped into bed. He rolled over to complain that he’d wanted to watch me take my clothes off, I teased him that “there wasn’t much to take off” . . . and apologised that I was so late. He was completely awake now, and erect in an instant, as he rolled over and asked me to explain what had led to such a late, late night !!!


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

At the Gym yesterday and still feeling naughty . . .

R was back at the Gym yesterday and in very good form. Very bubbly and entertaining. I found myself flirting all session. Not sensible really, I know, but I just couldn't help myself. J was with me, and teasingly leading me on.

Then . . . after we got home he spent most of the rest of the day out with his brother at the football. Left me to entertain his sister-in-law and their children . . . and then came home late only to fall asleep on the sofa !!!

I'm going out for a run with the girls soon this morning. Hopefully some jogging and normal conversation will calm me down and return me to my senses!!!

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

Not looking forward to being back . . .

Just had a lovely, relaxing week at home with J and the children. We’d decided not to go abroad this year and split our holiday into two separate weeks (easy for me, not so easy for J).

We’ve spent days at the seaside, at Kew and Greenwich, and I had a shopping day on Friday with my daughter. It’s been really nice and I’m not looking forward to having to be back in the office on Monday.

For everyone who messaged from my Facebook and Twitter Note . . . yes it was a wonderful day with J !!!

I’d texted V to ask if he’d mind if we “borrowed” his apartment for a day and he called the next morning to say he’d “be delighted” for us to spend some time together there. His call was even more interesting because I was in the garden when he called, and J answered my mobile from where I’d left it in the kitchen. He found it quite a turn-on hearing V’s voice on the phone and was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when he strode into the garden holding out my mobile and saying “it’s your man!”.

V obviously also enjoyed the fact that J had picked-up, telling me how “civilised it makes everything seem to speak with each other”. Sometimes when he hasn’t been speaking English for a while, his choice of words is not always contextually right, but in this instance his words were exactly correct.

We told the children we would be spending the day at The Tate Gallery, and they were welcome to come with us . . . but surprise, surprise they both declined. “Too boring looking at Art all day”.

But it was anything but boring. We just had a wonderful time. Showering when we arrived (J loves the large open-plan shower!) and then spending the whole afternoon lounging naked in V’s apartment. We had the doors to the balcony open, and could (discreetly!!!) look down to the River. The gentle breeze coming-in through the curtains was lovely and just added to our enjoyment . . . made us feel quite decadent moving about naked and relaxed.

We made love on the sofa . . . and then again later in the bedroom, again with the doors to the balcony open. Each time we dozed for an hour or so . . . and woke each other with kisses and caresses . . . and more kisses! Really, really lovely . . . and wonderful to have such a long, and gentle and lazy time together, completely on our own

As we’d journeyed by tube and taxi, J was able to share more wine with me than he normally would if we go out together. (I had to make him several strong coffees late in the afternoon as we tidied-up and prepared to leave !!!)

We stopped on our way home to have a nice meal at a favourite restaurant we hadn’t visited for years. Quite romantic to be able to sit and talk together on our own. As I said to J, it was almost like being lovers!!!

We hadn’t taken a “duvet day” together for ages . . . we’ve promised each other to do it again more often!!!


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

A surprise invitation from S . . .

S called on my way into the office on Tuesday morning. Not unusual, as he often calls at that time because he knows I can easily chat. But after our normal greetings he quickly explained that his wife and children would be visiting her parents and staying overnight that evening and would I like to pop-down? I told him that though I didn’t have anything particularly planned I would have to first check with J.

My call to J’s mobile went to voicemail, so I texted as well, and then spent the rest of the morning waiting for him to call back . . . and having little tingles at the anticipation, and hope, that I may be able to see S again so quickly after our evening the previous week. Though there is something quite exciting, and thrilling, about spending a few hours in a nice hotel room, I do always feel more at ease, and more “liberated”, when we are able to meet in one of our own homes. (It wasn’t always the case of course . . . when we first started our “fling” all those years ago I used to feel terribly nervous and guilty about visiting him in his house, and it was over a year before I would step foot in their bedroom!)

Eventually J called back to say he’d got my message and he’d love for me to have another meeting with S. I asked him if he’d take the children out for a Pizza as I needed to come home first and get myself ready as I couldn’t go straight from work without a change of clothes.

My day was actually very busy and the afternoon passed quickly without me having much chance to think about the evening ahead until I was on the bus and texting S about what time was best for him. It was nice to arrive home and find the house deserted. I rushed upstairs to run a bath and then walked into the bedroom to find that J had laid a dress out on the bed for me. Normally J’s suggestions of what he’d like me to wear for an “evening out” are rather extreme and not practical, but he’d left out a pink floral silk dress that was actually one of my favourites, and, surprisingly modest by his usual standards!! I giggled and looked in vain to see if he’d selected matching shoes or jewellery . . .

I was able to lounge and soak in the bath for half an hour, enjoying myself thinking how lucky I was to be seeing my lover for the second time in a week. I then sat at the bedroom mirror applying my make-up and selecting earrings and a necklace and thinking about which shoes would best match. My phone beeped. It was S to say he was home and just hopping into a shower and suggesting I let myself in as soon as I was ready. I hurried to finish, strapping on my shoes and popping S’s keys and my phone into my purse before finally walking over to slip on my dress from where J had left it on the bed. Just time to pause in front of the mirror again to apply just a-touch-more lip gloss and slide my fingers inside the front of my dress to smear a little over each nipple as I’d decided to do whilst I’d been lying in the bath.

It’s only a few minutes walk to S’s house and was, of course, still light and actually quite breezy and I suddenly realised that J’s choice of dress perhaps wasn’t quite so modest after all. I quickened my pace, as best as I could in my heels, thankful to arrive without meeting any of our mutual neighbours along the way. I let myself in to be greeted by the sight of S sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. He stood up, completely naked, to welcome me with an almost stifling embrace, pulling away long enough to say “Wow” before engulfing me again and almost immediately running his hands underneath my dress to glasp the cheeks of my bare bottom. “I hadn’t realised this was going to be such an informal dinner” I said. Then tutting him when he replied he hadn’t thought about dinner. “Well you’re obviously not hungry” I said to him as he continued stroking my back and bottom with his hands inside my dress. “Oh, I am” he said, “starving”.

We’d shuffled almost back to the stairs so I pushed him down, with my arms on his shoulders, to sit him back down on the bottom step and sat down on his lap. I raised my arms to let him lift the dress off over my head, gasping as he quickly found the gloss I’d smeared on my nipples. As he continued to suck I felt him slide his hand down over my stomach to start playing gently with my pussy. The combination of his lips and his swirling fingers was already making me feel very aroused . . . and then I felt him reaching down with his other hand, sliding it between our tummies and his other flicking fingers. I lifted my pussy up off his lap slightly and as he pulled away from my nipples and up to kiss and flick at my ear with his tongue I could see . . . and feel . . . two fingers sliding into me. I leant back slightly to give his hand more room, whispering “it’s nice” as I adjusted myself and felt his fingers sliding deeper. As I tilted back more I could see his willy standing up on an angle now, squashed behind the wrist of his hand, the fingers of which were twirling round and round my clit, whilst the other hand was pushing in and out. I reached down to pull that hand away and out, and then lifted up . . . and down . . . feeling his erection pushing, unaided, into me as I sat down on him. He slid each hand around my waist as he helped me continue to lift up and down, but I reached down to guide his left hand back to where it had been playing so nicely with my clit. I was being quite noisy now, holding him by the shoulders and urging him to “bounce me”.

We bounced for several more minutes, but although it was nice . . . really nice . . . I could sense his grunts were getting quicker and louder. Too quick and too loud. So I lifted myself off, pushing down on his shoulders, and stood up to slide my pussy over his face, trying to keep my balance as his tongue started flicking and sliding between my lips. “Do my clitty” I asked him, and then moaned loudly as his tongue found the right position. He held my legs and began sliding his tongue round further away from where I most wanted it. As I pivotted forwards again I began to swoon loudly as I felt his tongue creasing my lips and then flicking back to my clit. To my dismay he suggested we move into the front room. I nodded and stepped away to let him get up off the step and lead me through to the sofa. This time he pushed me gently down, adjusting my hips so that I was sitting on the edge of the sofa as he knelt down onto the floor. His tongue was quickly back on the spot he’d just been and I began to feel myself getting carried away again. He lifted one of my legs up to rest the heel on the cushion and then I felt his fingers sliding in underneath his tongue. I was moaning really, really loudly again now. I opened my eyes for a moment when he pulled his mouth away for a moment to say “I like to watch you squeeze them”. I glanced down to see I had the palm of each of my hands over my nipples. I gasped even louder and felt my eyes closing again as the rhythm of his fingers increased and I felt the warmth of his tongue flicking over me again.

I came with huge screams. I could hear myself, (and he told me later), but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt so naughty and I’d wanted it there so much, that I couldn’t control the loudness of my groans matching the intensity of my coming. I felt him lifting both my legs up onto the sofa as I lay my head back into the corner and shuffled further into the comfort of the cushions. I heard him getting up and moving around, but wanted to keep my eyes firmly closed and just savour the feelings. I heard him moving into the kitchen and the popping of a cork, and the splashing of wine into glasses. Every sound seemed muffled but comforting and warm and . . . nice. I heard him coming back into the room and stop at the side of the sofa and ask if I’d like a “sip of wine”. I opened my eyes to realise I’d almost buried my head between the scatter cushions, and he was standing in front of me with a glass in each hand, his willy still quite firm but wobbling and pointing slightly downwards, as he stood waiting for me to take a glass. I pulled myself up slightly on my elbow, making space for him to sit down on the edge of the sofa. I could only nod and smile when he asked me if it had been big.

Eventually I was able to sit up and start replying more coherently to his questions. He moved further to the end of the sofa as I made more space and lifted my legs up to plonk them down onto his lap and ask him to “unstrap my buckles and take my shoes off for me, my feet are killing me”. He laughed and obliged and lifted each foot in turn to kiss them and start sucking on my toes. I lay my neck back against the arm of the sofa and told him “you know that will only make me sleepy”. He licked the soles of each foot for a moment before placing them back down on his lap and saying we should go upstairs. I didn’t want to move yet though and started playing with his willy, squeezing and rubbing it between each foot. He started getting hard again as I manipulated my feet so that I could prop him up against the top of one foot and rub him with the toes of my other one. He protested that it was “nice, but I want to take you upstairs to bed”. “Only if you bring the wine” I answered.

As we rolled onto the bed we agreed it was softer and more comfortable than the stairs, “But not as naughty” I teased. We lay side by side sipping on wine and chatting. I offered him my glass to top-up from the bedside table where he’d put the bottle and as he leant over to pour I slid down between his legs. He clamped his legs around me saying he thought I wouldn’t be ready yet and I should have some more wine. I knelt back up and sipped a mouthful and then handed him back the glass and leant forward lifting his willy up with my hand and then sliding my mouth down over him and releasing my wine over him. I heard him gasp and felt him stiffening inside my mouth, I released a little more and then swallowed the rest of the wine as I sucked down on him further. He was shaking and pushing upwards and as I slowly lifted my mouth back up off him he was now completely erect again. I slid my mouth downwards over him again and then up and down in quickening strokes. He’d relaxed his legs by now and spread them wider allowing me to move in closer to him. I’d lift up and ask “more wine please” and then release another half-mouthful over him as I sucked him in. I could tell from his gasps each time, and the way he’d thrust upwards, that he was enjoying the sensation.

I was quite happy to continue exactly where I was but he pulled me up by my shoulders and kneeling up on the bed he then lay me down on my stomach and sat over me. He was sitting on my bottom and leaning forwards and kissing my neck and round to my ears. He would gently pull at my earrings with his teeth and then kiss my neck and move his mouth around to the other ear. He slid off my bottom down onto the backs of my knees as he licked with his tongue down my spine to the small of my back and then upwards again. Then he spread my legs and knelt down in between them, kissing the cheeks of my bottom and then gently biting them. I was actually finding this new sensation quite different and quite arousing . . . especially as he leant forwards to pick the pillow up from the top of bed and then lift me up by my hips and slide it under my tummy. He used his knees to spread my legs wider and then lifted me further again to slide the other pillow under me. I had my arms crossed in front of me and was resting my cheek and forehead down on my crossed wrists . . . it felt very arousing to be positioned like this, tilted forward with my tummy, and bottom, up off the bed and him kneeling behind me . . . very arousing !!!

I could feel his breath on me as leaned forwards to kiss the cheeks of my bottom again and then I could feel his willy and balls brush over me as he leant forward to reach for the wine glass from the bedside table and then kneel down again after he’d taken a sip. Then I felt the dribble of him trickling drops of wine from his mouth down onto the small of my back. I jumped at the shock of the first drop, but then as soon as I realised what he was doing I just giggled and pushed myself further into the pillows. There was a pause and then I could feel him moving on the bed again, and his breath on me as he leant his face in between my legs and I felt his tongue and then face pressing against me as he licked at my pussy lips. I was wriggling as I felt his tongue sliding in between my lips . . . waiting and wanting for it to slide upwards between my cheeks. But it didn’t . . . instead his tongue slid down to my pussy again, and then up just a little . . . and then down again. I was almost squirming from his teasing. I was moaning my encouragement, wanting to feel his tongue harder and feeling so, so, very aroused and exposed like this. My legs couldn’t go any wider, and in fact my writhing and wriggling would bring them closer together . . . only for him to gently spread them wider again.

“I want your tongue more” I was gasping to him . . . and he’d bring it higher and slide it over me and then away again. He lifted up again leaning over me and I felt his willy sliding hard over me. I thought he was reaching for more wine, but he was opening the drawer of the bedside table and then quickly dropping back on his knees and licking down to my pussy lips again. I was moaning and gasping, I knew what he’d been reaching for, but I needed his tongue first. “Please . . .” I kept gasping to him, squirming more on the pillows as his tongue moved upwards and over me again. “Ooohhh” as it paused on the spot and then began to circle and push. Now I was pushing back, and moaning my “Mmm’s” and “Yes’s”.

I felt completely comfortable . . . and wanton . . . and expectant for the first squirt of gel when it came. It was almost a relief, and relaxing, to feel it being wiped down between my cheeks and then him positioning himself behind me . . . and pushing, pushing slowly forwards. I felt that tightening and then relaxing push and heard his groan echoing mine as we pushed against each other. As he sank down on me I had to pull one of the pillows out from beneath my tummy. I was arching my head up backwards and gasping “too high” in explanation, before shaking from side to side and flopping down on my forearm again from the pressure, and pleasure, of his pushing in. He’d adjusted his position as well now, almost squatting over me, holding me with a hand on each hip, and I could hear him grunting in rhythm with my pushes meeting his.

We rocked backwards and forwards on each other. I felt myself becoming ever more carried away, and then as I felt him slowing and leaning his face into my shoulder and making those throaty gurgles, I wanted to try and quicken my own pushes back against him. I could tell he was coming as I felt him relaxing more, but he still slid one hand around and under my tummy to hold me against him as he shuddered, and the other hand below that, sliding down to my pussy as I lifted up for him and then clamped his hand down on the pillow under me. We were both shaking and whimpering until he lifted out and I exploded with convulsions as I felt that release . . . and heard myself crying out again. I buried my face into the bedclothes, muffling my gasps and groans. In a combination of twists and pushes and pulls S pulled the remaining pillow out from under me, accompanied by more of my groans and he cuddled his arm across my back as we both collapsed face down on our stomachs side by side. As the feelings began to ebb I turned slightly on my side to pull my knees up to my tummy. “Cuddle me” I instructed as I felt myself dribbling and slippery with the gel, and the . . .

We woke up together. I don’t know how long we’d slept but as I turned over to face him and slide my head onto his arm I lifted up to look over his shoulder at the bedside clock. “It’s only just gone 11” I told him. We’d both thought it would have been much later. He asked if I was hungry! I laughed and told him it was a bit late to ask now, but that I wasn’t and couldn’t have moved even if I was. He joked that “the wine was nice though wasn’t it?” We lay together trading those little jokes and teases that one can only seem to make in the aftermath! For the first time I asked when his family were returning. “If I say they’ll be away for two days will you come back tomorrow night?” he asked. I could tell from his tone that he was only joking and that they were obviously returning the next day, but teased that he was never satisfied. He assured me he was always satisfied and always grateful . . . but couldn’t help always wanting “more”.

Another hour passed . . . we finished the wine and each made trips to the bathroom . . . and talked more about work and then our first encounters. I was actually enjoying the reminiscing and coupled with his tracing circles around my nipples with his fingers, I was beginning to feel aroused again. I reached down to see if our remembering was having the same affect on him, it clearly was!!! He slid down on the bed slightly and started sucking on my nipples telling me how he loved it when they got so hard and stood up. I rolled more onto my back, pulling him over with me, arching my back so that I was almost lifting my chest up into his mouth. His hand slid down between my legs and started circling round my lips again. Although I love my nipples being done, sometimes they go numb quite quickly and as I began to lose the feeling I pulled him more over on top of me, cuddling my free arm around his back and then grasping his willy with my other hand. He was still trying to finger me but I told him “I want your cock”. He pulled his hand away and then lifted up so that he was balancing over me with a hand on the bed either side of my shoulders. I guided him quite easily inside my pussy and then pulled him down on me with both of my hands now on his back. He began pushing slowly at first, but as I began moaning again and pulling him back down into me each time he lifted up, he started pumping faster. I could hear him straining and when I looked up to his face I could see his eyes closed and mouth straining. I started to say “don’t . . .” but he nodded and pulled out before I could finish. I had both my hands on his bottom now as he lifted himself up more onto my stomach. We continued pumping still and I pulled him up further. As he stroked quicker I pulled him up further until he was sliding it over my boobs and then lifted both my hands around to rest them over his willy pushing it down onto me. I was trying to twist from side to side and he got the idea and began moving it with my hands, wiping it across each nipple in turn.

I loved watching him come. Seeing it spurt out in white splashes. And watching his face and listening to his gasps. I felt it splatter on my neck and shoulder and then slippery and slidey as I pulled him down my tummy and then we rolled over onto our sides together. I was kissing his nose and lips as he continued with his gasps and squeezed me into him. We lay still for some time, not saying anything, but just smiling at each other . . . until eventually I kissed his forehead and said I would have to go home. He protested, saying I’d promised we’d arrange a “sleep over” and that this was the perfect opportunity. “I want to wake up with you in the morning” he said. I told him I wanted that as well, but that it couldn’t be tonight.

We got dressed together in the hallway at the foot of the stairs. S insisting on kneeling in front of me to buckle the straps of my shoes, while I sat on the steps, so he could look up under my dress. I teased him again that he was “never satisfied”, but he knew that I enjoyed it as well. And the fact that I knew he could feel my bare skin beneath my dress as he walked me home with his arms around me . . . until we got to the corner, of course!!!

I could tell the children were both in bed when I walked into the front room to find J waiting for me naked on the sofa. I enjoyed feeling him run his hands under “his” dress as I took the glass of wine he was offering me. I took a mouthful and leant forward to release it back to him as we kissed. As we embraced I could feel his erection rubbing against me. “I wish we could do it on the stairs” I whispered into his ear!!!

Best wishes - Edith
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