Part Two . . . it Never Rains, but it Pours

S called on my way into work on Thursday morning . . . we almost always chat the morning after an “evening” together as I travel into the office on the bus. I’d reassured him that I really had enjoyed our time together and we agreed to try and arrange another night within the next fortnight. We’d just said our goodbyes and I’d slipped my phone back into my handbag when it rang again. It was V . . . he was back in town, just for two days, and wanted to meet-up that evening “to make up for cancelling last time”.

I told him I hadn’t expected him to be back in London for another month and couldn’t just drop everything at such short notice. I was annoyed at him, and annoyed at myself at the same time, because I knew I wanted to see him. I told him I’d think about it and he should call me again at the office after lunch.

I was tingling for the rest of my journey . . . knowing that J was looking forward to “an early night” after my evening with S the night before. (We always have wonderfully passionate times in the days immediately following one of my evenings). I’d already changed my mind several times over by the time I got to the office. I was annoyed that V thought he could just call on such short notice, annoyed because I hadn’t dressed in anything other than my normal work outfit, annoyed because I knew J would be upset, (even if he said he wouldn’t be), annoyed because . . . well . . . annoyed because I knew I wanted it, wanted to see him, annoyed because it may be the only opportunity for another few months.

He called mid-morning. Would I like to do lunch instead? “No, I don’t want lunch”, I told him. “What do you want then?” he asked . . . I paused and then angrily repeated into the phone, “I just don’t want lunch!”. I hated feeling myself giving in, I didn’t want him to think he could just call me up on a whim, whenever he wanted it, not caring to give me a few days warning. There was a long, long pause, and then a nervous laugh . . . His apartment was still being used. I seized the moment of having the upper hand “well, you’ll have to book me a room then, won’t you, if you really want to see me!” He said he’d call back in a few minutes.

And he did . . . and, as always, never doing anything in short measure . . . it was a very exclusive, very expensive hotel. I told him I hadn’t even asked J if it was alright yet. “Where shall we have dinner?” he said. “I don’t want dinner” I nervously hissed back. “Don’t you want to see me?” he asked. “Yes . . . Yes, I do” I found myself answering.

J’s voice betrayed his initial annoyance when I called him. He quickly changed his tone though and said “twice in two nights, go for it.” I told him I wouldn’t go if he really didn’t want me to, but he said that of course he wanted me to go, “just text when you’re on your way home” he said.

V insisted on picking me up from the office in a cab. He got out to open the door for me, kissed me warmly and sat next to me squeezing my hand as he leant forward to give the driver the address. I felt excited to be sitting there knowing the cabbie could probably hear our conversation as V asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to eat first. “We can order room service”, I answered.

The room was wonderful . . . and the bathroom just lovely. I told him I would like to run a bath and just soak. He joined me, as I undressed, and started reading from the room service menu. I told him I really wasn’t hungry and actually much preferred wine to champagne, but it seemed silly not to indulge just a little in such an expensive hotel. V remained clothed, waiting for our “snacks” to arrive, but sat on the edge of the bath as I lounged and he started telling me how his new venture in the City was going (the reason that his apartment was occupied and probably would remain so for the forseeable future).

The trolley arrived and V brought in two lovely large stem glasses. I told him he should undress and get in with me as there was certainly enough room. (I remembered with a tingle, the much, much more compact shower I’d shared with S the previous night!). V returned from the main room, now completely naked, with a tray of au dourves. He really has a nice figure for his age and I was envious of his flat tummy as he sat back down on the edge of the bath and started to feed me from the platter. I told him I felt completely decadent and spoiled, lounging in a heavily scented bubble bath, sipping champagne and being fed by “a naked waiter”. “Have you forgiven me then?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if he meant forgiven for cancelling our last planned meeting at such short notice . . . or forgiven him for arranging this meeting at such short notice. “No, not yet!” I teased. “Can you turn round and face me please, I don’t like talking to your back and shoulder”. He lifted his legs round into the bath, putting his glass down on the corner and leant forward again to feed me another mouthful from the platter. I liked looking at the plumpness of his willy sitting on top of his sacs, and I remembered how I’d once described it to J as being “like a big slug when it’s limp”. I tingled at the memory of how much he’d enjoyed my descriptions of the rest of V’s body. I was getting quite carried away . . . the champagne, the warmth of the bubbles, the situation I was in, and the fact that his “slug” was growing and beginning to lift upwards.

I pushed the tray away and told him to “come in with me”. He slid in with his legs either side of mine and then we both slid ourselves forwards, lifting our knees up so we could kiss. We fed each other sips from each others glass and laughed as our kisses became swapping spurts of champagne, and my glass quickly seemed to empty. “I’ll forgive you if you get up to get me some more!” I told him. He looked lovely as he returned with the bottle, water and soap bubbles dripping off him onto the marble floor. . . and his willy, much firmer now, bobbing and swaying as he got back into the bath. He told me how much he’d missed my company, and my language, and how our Sunday afternoon and trip to the airport at our last meeting had been the “most exciting few hours of my life”. I told him I was sure he was exaggerating . . . but I loved hearing it all the same and I could feel myself feeling more and more aroused.

“I want to get out now” I said, and stood up in front of him. He continued sitting for a moment, leaning back and telling me “what a wonderful view” . . . he stood up as well, kissing my tummy and each breast and then my neck and cheek. We squeezed together in an engulfing embrace and I could feel his erection sliding over my tummy. We got out and dried each other with the wonderfully fresh huge white towels hanging on the rack. I deliberately lingered with the drying of his willy . . . and then dropped down in front of him to slide my mouth over him. I could hear him gasping as I sucked up and down and then up again, letting it pop out of my mouth and then licking down its length with my tongue before sliding my mouth down completely over him again. It felt thick and warm in my mouth, and I knelt down more on the mat now so that I could reach up and gently cup his sacs in my hands. He doesn’t like me squeezing them, but even when he’s erect they always seem quite heavy and I love the feeling of holding them at the same time. He had a hand on each of my shoulders and was just standing whilst I rocked back and forth with my mouth. I ran my hands round behind him now, stroking up his legs and then holding his bottom, pulling him forward to meet the rhythm of my sucking. He pulled away though and leant down to lift me up. “Lets try the bedroom” he said.

It was wonderfully comfortable as he lay me backwards onto the bed and then gently pushed my legs apart and knelt between me. “Now it is your turn” he said, and started leaning forward to lick at me. “God you taste so sweet” he told me. I remembered S telling me the same thing the night before and it made me tingle even more. He lifted up to slide up my tummy to start on my nipples. They felt like they were going to burst. “Suck them harder” I whispered. I felt his willy bump against my lips and scrape over me as he lifted further up to start on my other nipple. I reached down between our tummies to try to push it back down towards my pussy. He lifted up off the bed slightly so that I could hold it and then guide it in. I slid my other hand down between us, opening my lips more. My clit felt as hard as my nipples. I was gasping and loving it as he continued sucking and I felt him pushing into me. “Fuck me” I told him. His pushes began to get more rhythmic, but he still seemed more interested in my nipples. I could hear myself moaning and urging him “more”.

As he lifted up onto his elbows, I reached down to slide him out and then turned over onto my knees. I didn’t say anything, but I was feeling really aroused and as he pushed forward I felt myself pushing my pussy straight back over him. He had his hands on my hips at first as he started stroking back and forth, but I reached back to pull his right hand up under my tummy back to my breast. “Squeeze” I was gasping to him. I re-balanced myself and then reached back with my left hand to guide his other hand away from my tummy and down to my lips instead. I could hear my moaning getting louder, “clitty, clitty” as his fingers rubbed round and round my lips and his other hand was squeezing from one nipple to the other. I came with huge gasps, falling forward onto my tummy and pushing his hand away from underneath me as I pulled my knees up in my foetal position as I rocked myself still. I could hear his breathing quite loud and opened my eyes to see him kneeling next to me holding his erection and his stomach muscles straining in time with his deep breaths. I pulled my hand from under my knees and reached out to stroke him. He leant back slightly with his hands on his hips. “Come on” I urged him as I stroked more quickly. At first I thought my stroking was going to be in vain, but then I could see his knees flexing and his tummy tightening and he burst with almost whispered gasps (in contrast to my much louder groaning minutes earlier). It splashed over my hips and legs, and down onto the sheets. Lots and lots of it. I still wanted just to lie still, continuing my recovery, but he got up immediately to find a towel and wipe my legs and then the bed. I was giggling at his concern, “I’m sure even here they’re used to stains on the bed linen”. “Especially here” he agreed.

He returned to the bed with more nibbles, and more champagne. I told him it was quite bizarre having a picnic on the bed sheets in such an exclusive hotel. We chatted about business and my problems at the office. He offered advice and suggestions and lots more questions than I had answers for. The champagne was soon finished and he said he’d call up for more, but I told him I couldn’t drink any more champagne. “Wine then” he said. I found myself agreeing . . . and feeling naughty and decadent again as I lounged back on the bed and watched him searching for a robe as he started to unpack his suitcase and hang things up in the wardrobe. I’ve never seen anyone so unconcerned about being naked. If it had been me, or J, and certainly S, I knew we’d all at least have wrapped a towel around ourselves. It was lovely.

“You know I can’t stay.” I told him. I knew he was staying overnight, but suddenly thought he was assuming I could as well. He nodded. Then pulled on a robe to answer the door.

We sat together in bed, talking more and playing with kissing each other with wine kisses. He kept trying to play with my breasts again, but I had to push his fingers away telling him they were too sensitive now. But he eventually caught me off guard and leant forward to slurp a mouthful of wine onto my nipple. The sensation was gasping and I just lay backwards and let him repeat the dribbling onto my other breast. He worked from breast to breast and the tingling was making me suddenly really really aroused again, they felt bursting hard but were still sensitive. I lifted up and slid up over onto his chest. I loved the look on his face as I slid myself forwards on him, lifting my pussy up over his chin and dropping it down onto his mouth. I was lifting up to make his tongue follow me upwards and then rotating my hips back slightly to trail his tongue around between my cheeks. “God you are smooth everywhere” he gasped out as I swivelled back and forth. “Mmm, I really like that” I told him. Finally he was letting me direct his tongue to my bottom. I swivelled it back to my lips again and then back to my bottom. He’d always pulled away from there before, now he was keeping his tongue there. Hard and pushing. I could actually feel it inside as I pushed down on it, then lifted up and round to my lips again. “Oh, not just my clitty” I told him as I felt his tongue flicking faster and settling there. I didn’t want it just there, I didn’t want to give him the opportunity to stop now that he’d started. I swivelled back, his tongue followed and pushed again. “Fucking love that” I groaned and pushed down on him. He was mumbling and pulled away, I swivelled forwards again hoping my gasps wouldn’t show my disappointment. “Do you really like it there?” he said. “Sometimes” I replied. “Do you do it there?” he asked. “Sometimes” I gasped back. Swivelling backwards again. His tongue followed . . . and stayed. I pushed against it, felt it in again. I was swooning, thinking that I couldn’t possibly take his cock there, he was too thick, even with gel, I wouldn’t be able to.

This time I came with a long shuddering groan, knowing I was swearing and gasping as I rubbed, quite violently, all of me over his face and chin. I fell forward off him and rolled onto the pillow. Gasping and swearing more as he held me by my ankles. He pulled me away from the headboard, I was still shaking and shuddering. “Does it always make you like that?” his question was almost one of concern rather than curiousity. I couldn’t tell him it had been more from the thoughts I’d been having, rather than the physical proximity of his tongue and his licking. I just managed to gasp out another “Sometimes” answer before I buried my face into the pillow. It was nice to feel him sliding up besides me and cuddling his arm across my back.

We lay without speaking for sometime until I suddenly felt an aching cramp in my leg. I was writhing and trying to stretch out my leg. “Cramp, can you massage it” I was swinging the leg around, trying to straighten it and ease the pain. He sat up and started working on it. Immediately I felt it working and the soothing feeling of the muscles not pulling in all the wrong directions. I looked down at him massaging my calf and could see his erection dangling wonderfully on an angle as he knelt beside me. “It’s ok now, it’s gone, it’s fine” I said as I slid down the bed, grasping his willy and rolling him over onto his back. He was asking “Are you sure”. I had to nod my assurances . . . I was already sucking down on him. The angle was just right. I could lift my mouth up and curl my fingers around him pushing down again with my mouth and look down past my knuckles at his sacs bulging as I pushed his cock down onto them. He quickly relaxed and let me snuggle more against his side and continue my stroking and sucking. I could hear his breathing getting quicker as I increased the pace, and then little gasps as I slowed, teasing him by lifting away slightly, grasping him with both hands and licking around and around his head with my tongue. Then sucking over him again, my mouth pushing first one hand, then the other, away as I sucked hard down onto him. His hips began bucking, slowly at first, then pumping up against my hand faster and stronger. I lifted my mouth away, resting my cheek on his tummy and stroking with both hands wrapped around him. The spurts shot out in little bursts at first and then as his thrusts upwards with his hips slowed, turned to a dribble of white running out and down over my fingers. I released my grip and leant forwards to kiss his balls and then sat up and rubbed my hand over him, rubbing it over his sacs and then up to rub it over my nipples. He looked at me grinning and shaking his head. I laughed and told him “I love it on my boobies, it’s good moistening cream”.

We stretched out alongside each other again. “I’ll have to be going home soon” I told him. He nodded, but then started asking me about my “admission”. I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then told him off that “it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, lots of people do it!” I told him I couldn’t believe he’d never done it. But he was insistent that he’d never tried, or never had a woman saying they wanted it. He wanted to know more than I wanted to tell him, becoming frustrated with my answers of just “sometimes”. It was past midnight, well past midnight. I’d long since turned my phone alarm off. I insisted he really had to let me get up and get dressed and that I had to get home. “Perhaps we can talk about it more next time!”.

V arranged for a taxi and then got dressed as well and accompanied me down to the foyer when it arrived. I felt quite naughty again kissing him goodbye as he opened the door to the taxi. I texted J as we drove round Hyde Park Corner. “Hope you’re waiting up for me”. His reply came through almost immediately, “with wine and ???”. It made me giggle and I texted back “Twice in two nights. Do you mind me being so naughty?”

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

Wonderful, long, naughty night with V . . .

Sometimes, no matter how much you plan, no matter how much you look forward to it, an “evening out” just doesn’t work out quite as you hope it will. And yet, just occasionally . . . very occasionally . . . everything, absolutely everything, falls into place. Perhaps it's fate, perhaps some sort of biological clock . . . if you should make it to the end of this long (too long?) post, be assured you will only have heard half the story!!

It had been almost a month since my lunch meeting with V . . . when all our talk had been about business projects . . . and we hadn’t seen each other “properly” since the summer. He’d phoned me in the office on Monday to say he’d be in London for a few days later in the week and hoped we’d be able to “share an evening together again”.

Whenever we haven’t “met” for a while, I always feel a little nervous about meeting him, and felt that way even more so this time. Part of me thinking that I should really make some excuse as to not having any free evenings this week . . . and yet, another part of me feeling excited tingles and wanting to show him I wasn’t just another of his business-woman contacts!!! I had some holiday days I hadn’t taken yet, so decided to take a day off and allow myself some calming-down time so that I wouldn’t feel I was having to rush out after a tiring day at the office and re-energise myself into someone I wasn’t really feeling like being.

He wasn’t flying-in until 4.30 p.m., so I spent the morning shopping at Brent Cross and then returning home to lounge in the bath. I called J as I drip-dried, and did my nails . . . he wanted to know what colour I was painting them, and what I was going to wear. (“Dark red” I told him, “my toes would look lovely squeezing your willy” I giggled. ) Just chatting to J so teasingly, and having had such a relaxing . . . and just “me” day . . . was making me feel quite excited about the evening after all. I spent ages going through my wardrobe, laughing to myself at some of J’s suggestions, and getting little tingles as I laid out some of my own ideas onto the bed. Moving our “toy box” aside as I pulled out my red ankle boots, I even thought, excitedly, about slipping one of the vibros into my handbag, before dismissing the idea . . . thinking that V would probably find it off-putting rather than exciting. (He’s not like S !!! Different personality altogether).

I settled on an H&M blouse, dark reds and burgundies floral print, which normally I would wear with a dark bra or top beneath (it’s 100% polyester and sheer but not exactly see-through, but which J always says makes my nipples “pointy” if I wear it without a bra) and black silk skirt, black stockings and suspenders, and my red ankle-boots and black coat. V called to say he’d arrived and was in a taxi on his way to the apartment. I told him I’d meet him there as I was just about to leave as well . . . I felt nervous, but tingly so, and throughout the taxi journey kept telling myself that I had to be decisive and not feel over-awed.

Actually hearing his voice on the intercom as I buzzed from downstairs, suddenly just made me feel very naughty and wanton again. He opened the door in his robe, drying his hair with a towel, saying he’d just finished a shower and asking why I hadn’t let myself in with my key. We exchanged kisses and I handed him my coat and then followed him into the kitchen where he had a glass of wine already waiting for me. I could immediately feel my nipples scraping against the fabric of my blouse from the affect of his embrace and his hands sliding down my back. I giggled my thanks at his “you look wonderful” compliments . . . and pulled away a little to raise my glass and tell him “you look nice in your robe as well”.

We stood together sipping at the wine and chatting briefly about his flight and the changes in his business since our lunch meeting. He asked where I’d like to go to eat. “I’m not hungry really” I replied, “are you?”. He shook his head as he kissed me again. I pulled away a little to take another sip of wine and cheekily said, “well then, let’s just stay here, otherwise it would just be wasting precious time wouldn’t it?” He nodded his agreement again, and to emphasise my point I raised my eyebrows at him and said “precious fucking time” and leant up to kiss him before he could respond. His gasp, and the stiffening of his arms around me, was enough to confirm my response had had the desired affect. I do love shocking him, especially as he’s told me on more than one occasion that I use stronger language than he’s used to. “Sorry” I said as our lips parted. But I could feel his erection prodding against my skirt from under his robe. He was kissing my neck and sliding his hands round from my back and up over the front of my blouse now. I leant back to put my glass down next to his and then round to return his kisses again. I had my hands up on his shoulders, letting him slide his hands under my blouse and up over my nipples which felt like they were almost bursting with anticipation. I swirled my tongue around against his and then pulled away to tell him how much “I like that” as he squeezed and pinched at them. I lifted my arms up for him as he lifted the blouse up over my head and gasped louder as he bent forward to flick his tongue around first one, then the other. “So hard. Magnificent” he was telling me. I leant back against the cupboards, holding his head with my hands and directing again from one to the other. “Chew” I told him . . . then gasping as I felt him really obeying my instruction. “God that’s lovely” I was encouraging him.

I could feel him fiddling with the clasp of my skirt, so pulled my back away a little from the cupboards to allow him to find the zip and then delighted in his gasp, and the feeling of the silk sliding off my hips. He pulled away to look down at me . . . and then caught me completely by surprise by lifting me up onto the worktop. I squealed with the sudden cold sensation of the marble on my bottom as he sat me down on the work surface, kissing and sucking at my nipples again whilst sliding his hand down between my legs. I felt his tongue sliding down over my tummy and tracing a trail down to my lips . . . I opened my legs wider for him and lifted myself a little forward to let his tongue flick down further and then groan my approval as he sucked at my clit. I had adjusted to the cold of the worktop on my bottom cheeks now, and was groaning quite loudly as he slid and swirled two fingers around and then in between my lips. “Oh, I like that” I told him. He pushed and prodded more and I reached down to pull his hand away and up to my mouth. “Let me taste” I said, sucking on three of his fingers and then pushing them back down to my pussy again. I spread my legs out for him as widely as I could. “Take my stockings off” I asked. “But I want you to keep them on” was his gasping reply. So I just leant my shoulders further back against the cupboards, sliding both my hands down to spread my lips wider and feeling his fingers pushing in and out. He was still licking and sucking at my nipples and I had to pull his head away for a moment to push his own fingers into his mouth, giggling and gasping at the same time as I saw the look on his eyes as he looked up at me and then down to my breasts again, before I pushed them once again down to my pussy. I was wet and aroused and feeling wonderfully naughty and was urging him on “that is so, so nice!”. I pushed his robe off his shoulders and told him “I want your willy now”.

The breakfast bar he had me sitting on was too high for that though, so he lifted me up and off and then as he lowered me down, I could feel the hardness of it rubbing against my stocking and then prodding against my lips as he lifted me down onto him. My groans were so loud as I felt him pushing into my pussy that I didn’t hear clearly what he was saying to me. I thought he was saying he wanted us to lie down here on the floor! As we stood against each other, resting back against the cupboards of the breakfast bar, with him inside me and my legs locked up around his bottom. He laughed at me, “no I said let’s lie down in the bedroom”. I squeezed myself further against him though, “just take me to the couch, I don’t want to go to the bedroom”.

It had only been 15 or 20 minutes since I’d arrived and although it was still early evening, it was already dark outside and I’d already told him how much I loved looking at the lights on the river. “I like the view from here” I said after we’d separated ourselves and he set me down on the sofa. He was standing in front of me and I was able to stroke him as it swayed and twitched in front of me. “I’ve missed this” I told him as I stroked up and down more and then leant forward to swirl my tongue around its head and then swallow down over it. I do enjoy feeling the thickness of him in my mouth. I sucked up and down on him for several more strokes before pulling away and asking “I’d like some more wine though please”. I giggled as he turned away and walked back across to the kitchen and then back into the room with a glass in each hand, his erection bobbing back and forth as he walked. “I told you I liked the view” I nodded to him and leant forward to kiss it quickly on its head as he stood in front of me offering the glass.

He sat down beside me and reached across to stroke his hand across my breasts again. “It’s not very comfortable on the chairs though” he said. I stood up and put both our glasses down on the floor and then sat down on the low coffee table in front of the sofa, pushing his newspaper off onto the floor and telling him, “I’ll be comfortable enough here”. I thought for an instant about telling him that J and I had indulged in this position on the table during our visit in the summer, but then thought better of it. Instead I held out my hand and pulled him forward to meet me. The height was perfect and we slid together in one motion. I was throwing my head back and stretching backwards on the table, he was pushing forward into me and sliding his tongue across my nipples again. “Squeeze my boobies” I asked him, but he was holding onto my hips and beginning to stroke faster into me now. I squeezed them together myself, watching him look with glazed eyes as I pinched at my nipples for him. We were both gasping and groaning and he was pushing faster now, gripping my hips and pumping quite fast back and forth. I could hear the legs of the table scraping on the floor, and feel it shaking as he pumped and thrusted in and out. I could feel myself close . . . but he pulled out, making the loudest moans I’ve ever heard him make and splashing across my tummy. He leant backwards holding his cock as it spurted more . . . I had to sit forwards and pull him back down onto me telling him to “come here, I like to feel it on me, not all over the floor”. We were squelching together as we embraced again. I’d been so close to exploding myself that I now had that momentary shudder of disappointment, and had to remind myself that I’d obviously made him very happy and that that felt nice too. “Ooooh, you’ve got loads” I laughed as he lifted himself up saying he was going to get a towel. “No, come back here” I pulled him down on me again, squirming myself against him, rubbing my nipples back and forth across his chest. He was still gasping and telling me he wanted to “clean it up”. “Have you been saving that up?” I whispered and kissed into his ear. “Leave it, I like it, I really do”. I squashed against him some more to reassure him further.

After a few minutes though we agreed it was, after all, getting a bit uncomfortable. He moved off to the kitchen to find his towel, and I sank back onto the sofa. As he walked back towards me I smiled at his glistening willy swinging from side to side, and shook my head as he handed the towel towards me. “I don’t want that” I said. Instead I reached out and pulled him down in front of me. I lifted each leg up onto his shoulders and then pulled him forward further into me, first kissing him and then pushing his chin down over my tummy. It took a few moments for the feeling to return, but as his tongue flicked around me, and I lifted my bottom further forward I started to moan that I wanted his fingers again. I pulled his hand up to my mouth, sucking on his fingers and then pushing them down again. He slid them in perfectly and I was quickly rocking back and forth on them, asking him to slide them out so that I could suck on them again, and then sliding them back over my clit and in between my lips, over and over. Each time we repeated the movements my moans were getting louder and I could feel myself getting closer. “Fuck me with them” I told him as I sucked on them again and then guided his hand back down between my legs.

When I came it was with huge gasps and shudders and I know I pulled myself over into the corner of the sofa, burying my head in the cushion and squeezing his hand between my legs so hard that he had to almost pry my legs apart to free himself. He stayed kneeling on the floor for a little while. I could feel him kissing my thigh and back and shoulders. Eventually he lifted my legs up straighter onto the sofa so that I could stretch out, and sat down on the edge near my bottom.

We didn’t speak for quite some time, until I suddenly felt cold and sat up next to him, pulling my legs round in front of me and groping on the floor for my wine. “Now you can take me to bed if you like”.

He led me into the bedroom and I stretched out on my tummy whilst he once again sat down next to me, stroking my back and helping me undo the stockings and peel them, and the suspenders off and onto the floor. He started to ask about work and the office. I’d consciously told myself that I didn’t want to talk business with him . . . “we’ve talked about all that last time” I tried reminding him. But he wanted to tell me how much had in fact changed since our lunch, and wanted to ask me more about how things were going at the office. I reluctantly had to sit up with my back propped against the pillows, accepting a top-up of wine, and then a long conversation about his plans for the new year.

We talked for ages, or rather V talked for ages . . . I was polite at first, but then after another glass of wine . . . I decided that I didn’t actually need any dutch courage, that I actually could enjoy shocking him. I took a large sip of wine and slid down the bed next to him . . . and leant over him and released half of my mouthful right over his plump, but resting, willy. He jumped with surprise and before he could adjust himself I nuzzled down onto him and sucked him up into my mouth, swirling the rest of my mouthful around him, before swallowing the wine and slowly sucking upwards off him until he plopped out. I leant forward again licking around him and around his sacs, sucking each of them gently and stroking his cock at the same time. He was quickly getting harder and harder and I felt him relaxing as I sucked back on him again. He had laid back further now and opened his legs as I knelt between them, alternating between sucking and stroking. I looked up at him and he laughed “you look happy with yourself don’t you!”

I pulled myself up the bed so that whilst I was still holding firmly onto his willy, I could lean over and kiss him and say “aren’t you happy as well?”. Still holding him, I lifted my leg over him and squatted above him, rubbing the head of his cock between the groove of my lips and up and over my clit and then down again. His breathing had changed now, and so did mine as I sat down onto him. We were both looking down at it as I lifted up off him slightly and then pushed down onto him again. I leant forward to push my hands down on his chest, still looking down between our tummies as I lifted up and down off him, and he responded by pushing upwards to meet each of my pushes down. This time we continued our pumping together for much longer than we had on the table in the living room. I knew I wasn’t going to come like this, but it was nice, and felt really naughty to be pumping and thrusting together like this. I could tell from his straining, and his quickening breaths though, that he was getting close. He held my hips and turned us over onto our sides though, slowing down and lifting my top leg up and positioning himself more so that he was sliding into me more slowly now. It still looked lovely though . . . and then began to feel lovely as well as he reached down and started playing with me with his fingers in time with the rhythm of his pushes. I lay my head back feeling for the pillow and as if to help me he rolled me over onto my back completely. Now he lifted up and was on top of me, pushing and thrusting into me again like he had before, with ever quickening pumping. He was holding my legs up by each ankle, spreading me apart and groaning and gasping quicker and quicker. “You have to come out” I told him, but it was too late, he was rocking his head back and I could tell he was coming and still inside me. With the way he was holding me I couldn’t immediately pull away from him, even though I was trying to twist onto my side. And then, despite myself, I suddenly felt myself exploding as well. Knowing I shouldn’t be letting it happen, yet at the same time wanting to have that cock spurting inside me as well. I heard myself gasping with a huge “no, oh fuck, no . . . .” but I couldn’t stop myself now locking my legs around him instead of trying to twist away. It was a rush of sensations . . . annoyance, relief, frustration and release. I wasn’t supposed to let this happen. He knew that, I knew that. But he said he couldn’t stop himself and I knew that once I felt it happening, I didn’t want to stop it either.

I continued with my gasps and moans as he cuddled me and we collapsed down beside each other. I was conscious that I was still shuddering with little, involuntary, convulsions several minutes afterwards. V had recovered his composure virtually straight away, and asked me if I was ok. He apologised again, and I snapped at him that it was “ok, stop it, it’s ok”. I wasn’t angry at him, more angry at myself . . . that perhaps I’d let myself down, opened up just that little bit “too” much.

Still, it had happened . . . and I knew that I had at that precise moment anyway, really enjoyed feeling that way. Completely wanton, completely and intensely out of control . . . and yet completely, and exhaustively, and exhilaratingly in control. I knew where I was, I knew what I was doing there, I knew what I wanted.

This time we dozed . . . a really relaxing, peaceful, cuddling sleep . . . for over two hours! Too exhausted for talking, too shattered for stroking. Just cuddled together. V had pulled the bedcovers over us at some point and as I awoke for a moment I forgot exactly where I was, and who I was with. As I lifted my head from the pillow and adjusted to the lights of the night through his window and heard his sleeping breaths so different to J, I remembered where I was and what I’d been doing. I sat up to focus on the digital clock on his side of the bed . . . it still wasn’t late, not really late.

My sitting up had woken him and he turned over to kiss me. His position against me meant he was kissing my arm and tummy. He lifted up a little and slid up to my breast. “They’re a little sensitive now” I admonished him. “Even just for a gentle kiss?” he asked. His pecks felt nice and suddenly they felt tingly again, not just the one he was gently caressing with his lips, but both of them. I leant further over to direct my other nipple to his lips and tongue. He cuddled into me and I could feel him hard against my leg. I reached down to stroke him “your still hard” I giggled. “I think it’s numbness though” he said. I lifted the bedclothes off him and slid down kissing his chest and tummy and then nuzzling into his warmth again. I do like feeling him inside my mouth. Then I can feel his thickness, and now he tasted lovely. Not salty, or sweaty, or spermy, but warm and nice and . . . well . . . sweet. And he WAS hard again!

I adjusted my position to swivel round on the bed so that I was facing his knees and he was muzzling into my own lips, his tongue flicking at me as mine flicked and swirled and sucked at him. It’s not my favourite position, I just can’t concentrate on doing two things at once, but he was begging that he wanted to kiss my smoothness and taste me again. I could feel that it was actually me that was feeling a bit numb, but I could tell from his reactions and hearing his moans again, that he was enjoying the attention I was paying to his willy. I was holding his sacs just gently in my fingers but stroking him up and down on his cock with deep and wet sucking and then licking. I heard him gasp out that he was coming, and pulled away to hold him against his tummy and watch him shooting out little spurts. He’d pulled his head away from me as he’d shuddered and spurted, but after a few more groans as I wiped him with my hands over his tummy and then around his balls and up between his legs, he gripped me by my hips again and pulled me back onto him. “No that’s enough now” I told him. Pulling myself away from his face and sitting up and then turning back up the bed to cuddle into him again. “You’ve used me all up, I can’t do anymore” I told him.

I pulled the bedcovers back over us and we lay and cuddled again . . . eventually, and inevitably, the conversation turning back to work and current campaigns. Then we heard my phone alarm buzzing in the living room. He got up to go out to turn it off, but I got out of the bed behind him, stopping to pick-up my stockings and suspenders, and followed him. “You could stay you know” he said as he handed me my handbag and I searched for my phone. “I know I could, but I can’t . . . You know that as well”.
“One day perhaps?” he asked.
“Perhaps” I kissed him a reply.

It’s often difficult ending the night when I’m with S, but actually with V, it’s all very easy and quick. And I never feel guilty or awkward. He always offers me coffee (I always sip more wine), whilst he calls a cab and I get dressed. And the cab always seems to arrive in minutes. We kiss quick goodbyes and, seemingly before I know it, I’m crossing the river (that tangible divide between his world and mine!) and am half way home.

J was waiting for me, naked on the sofa, with just the corner lamp on . . . and a glass on the side table. “Well, have you been naughty?” he grinned. “Yes . . . very, very naughty!!” I sighed as I collapsed onto his lap.

Best wishes - EDITH

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 . . . !!!”

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

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

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