A Seasonal Sunday Evening with S . . .
Despite him asking on numerous occasions, S and I had been unable to arrange a convenient evening to meet in the last few weeks before Christmas. We’d had to make do with texting our Christmas “wishes” back and forth to each other from our respective family gatherings (he away at his wife’s family, and J and the children and I away for Christmas day and evening at J’s brothers).
Whilst entertaining my own, and J’s, parents on Saturday evening, I received a text from S to say he was returning to London by himself late on Sunday as he had to go back to work on Monday (today as I write this), and would I like to “pop-round” as he still had a present to give me. In between topping-up drinks, cleaning off the plates and loading-up the dishwasher, I whispered S’s invitation to J and asked if he’d mind. (J was also starting back at work this morning, but I have the luxury of not having to return to the office until next Monday. The first time I can remember in ages having such a long break over the Christmas / New Year period). J’s immediate response of a wicked grin and nodding his head, and then a passionate kiss, meant I had little tingles of excitement as I texted back to S to “I’d like that, let me know what time”.
It wasn’t until mid-morning on Sunday (after J and I had enjoyed a passionate evening after the in-laws had left) that I had a further text from S to say he wouldn’t be home until after 8, but would text to let me know. J and I spent the rest of the day cuddling and kissing, with J constantly making suggestions (mostly outrageous ones) as to what I should wear and what I should “do”.
Both the children had a friend round for our Sunday meal and each would be sleeping over, and, I knew, would be staying up late, so I was concerned about how I was going to explain about going out “without Dad” late on a Sunday evening. As I lay in the bath soaking though, I did begin feeling quite naughty and excited . . . here I was on a Sunday evening, preparing to meet with my lover (whom I hadn’t seen for over a month), not at a hotel, but at his own home, and just for an hour or so !
J was constantly coming back and forth into the bathroom, and then following me into the bedroom, continuing his suggestions from the night before, about what I should wear and what I should say. I told him that he was “more excited than I was” and that I didn’t want to “plan” things and just to let me to get ready in peace. I sent him back downstairs to join the kids with their DVD movies and keep them occupied.
I ignored J’s suggestions of wearing just my “boots and stockings” under my coat, and instead chose a new-ish grey woollen dress that I’d treated myself to before Christmas. With earrings and a necklace (both of which S had given me as separate gifts before), and my black heels, I told J (when I saw the slight look of disappointment on his face), that I wanted to feel “comfortable and casual” and not “tarty” this evening.
It was gone 9 before the text came through to say he was home. I replied that I would leave shortly and then called J back to the bedroom, as I finished my make-up, to get him to make sure he kept all the children occupied whilst I left, but to try and get them to go up to their rooms as early as he could. He was nodding excitedly, saying he’d be reminding them that he had work early the next morning, whilst trying to cuddle and caress me. I told him he could only kiss my neck and shoulders so as to not “spoil my lipstick”. He was stroking my bottom and asking if I had any knickers on. “Of course not” I replied. I patted him on his crotch and told him “I expect you to be waiting up for me. Get those kids in bed !!”.
It is only a few minutes walk to his house, and he greeted me at the door with a glass of champagne and a welcoming kiss on the cheek. He hung my coat over the banister and led me into the kitchen for my “present”. I protested that he shouldn’t keep buying me presents but he replied “it’s a tradition”. He was playing with my necklace, “I remember this night”, and telling me how “gorgeous” I looked, as I unwrapped the small parcel. It was another necklace, and I knew, another expensive one. I protested again, but kissed him my thanks as he reached around me to try to fix the clasp around my neck. Once he’d managed to fix it on, we began kissing again, just warmly at first, but then as though we were both releasing weeks and weeks of expectation, it became a gasping passionate squeezing of our lips and tongues.
We hardly ever kiss, not really like this, not the way I kiss J for instance, but the moment just seemed to carry us away and we were both embracing and squeezing into one another in a way I can’t remember us ever having done before. He was rubbing his hands around my hips and bum, and I was sliding mine up and down his back. He reached around and having not even caressed my boobs yet as he normally would, he just suddenly pulled my dress downwards off my shoulders. My nipples were both suddenly exposed and as he leant down to suck at them, I struggled my arms out of each sleeve to cradle his head into them as he sucked and nibbled from one to the other. The weight of our embrace had pushed me backwards into the fridge and I could feel the cold of the door on my back as he pulled the rest of my dress down over my hips and then down to my ankles. He’d already slid down to his knees as I stepped each foot out of the dress at my feet, and as I felt him licking at me I was reaching out with each arm backwards against the fridge and cabinets trying to keep my balance. He is normally so calm and slow that his sudden reactions now had rather taken me by surprise . . . but at the same time had made me incredibly aroused. I was giggling and gasping as I heard some of their magnet-ornaments falling off the fridge door as I was trying to keep my balance whilst at the same time thrusting my hips forward into his mouth and tongue.
I was really wet and really excited and wanted to pull him up for more kisses, but he was resisting my attempts to lift him up, flicking his tongue around me more and then sucking hard at my lips and clit. I had to gasp out to him “I want to taste it, kiss my juices on me please!” before he lifted away and allowed me to pull him up to kiss me again. I sucked his tongue into me and could feel myself rubbing against him with my boobs and legs and pulling him against me. He pulled away for air and said “Lets go upstairs”. But I protested that “I’m the only one who’s naked. I’m not going anywhere until you undress!” I helped him unbutton his shirt and belt and then as he extracted himself from his shirt, I pulled his pants down and dropped down onto my knees as his erection slapped out of his pants against my face. I sucked him straight in, all the way in one motion, as I held him by his bum cheeks and pulled him into me. I slid my mouth back and forth on him as quickly as he’d been tonguing me, and squeezed his cheeks with my nails as hard as I could. He was gasping as much as I had been, and just let me stroke back and forth on him for a few moments more before I stopped and stood back up against him telling him “your tiles are cold”. He laughed and asked if he could take me upstairs now then. I squeezed him and nodded my approval, kissing him again as we had been a few minutes before. I don’t know why, possibly because I was so aroused, but I suddenly just wanted to kiss him and feel his tongue pushing into my mouth.
As we stepped over our clothes, he handed me my glass and then picked up his, and the huge bottle of champagne, and led me round to the stairs. As I followed him up to the bedroom I could see the scratch marks my nails had left on his bum cheeks . . . I could feel a tingly excitement, but also a slight “god what have I done” feeling as we walked. I wanted to tell him so that he could “hide” the scratches, but felt guilty and stupid at the same time. As he sat back on the bed and extended the bottle towards my glass I blurted out “I’ve scratched you”. He looked quizzically at me for a moment whilst I explained myself, but then just laughed pulling me down onto the bed telling me they “never see each other naked anyway”.
It only took a few minutes of kisses and caresses before I’d forgotten about my indiscretion and I became as worked-up and aroused as I had been in the kitchen. S was much more himself now, and was stroking and probing slowly with his fingers and tongue. He does do lovely things with his fingers . . . I just lay on my side with one leg lifted over his hip whilst he sucked and licked my nipples and slid his free hand slowly around my pussy.
Sometimes my nipples get too sensitive too quickly and I have to stop them being sucked after just a few minutes, but now I was really enjoying and encouraging him “harder” and loved hearing him say how erect they were. His fingers were already pushing into me at the same time and I just lay my head back and enjoyed being able to groan and tell him how lovely it was feeling without having to worry about being in a hotel room somewhere and not being able “to let myself go”. He was telling me how he loved to hear me “talking like that” and I started to groan louder as I felt myself becoming more and more aroused.
I pushed his head away from my chest and down to my pussy, turning over more onto my back and lifting my hips up so he could slide both hands down around me now. I looked down and my nipples were really hard and standing up, I reached around with each hand pinching at them myself and saying “look at me, I want to see you looking up at me from there”. I groaned as he gasped that he loved seeing me playing with myself. I slid one hand down in front of his tongue and tried to spread my lips wider with my fingers. I felt his tongue on my clit and fingers inside me. And then as he turned me slightly over to one side and opened my legs wider, I could hear myself gasping more and groaning as his tongue slid round to my bottom. I was rubbing my fingers quickly over my clit as I felt his tongue pushing at my bottom. “I fucking love that tongue there. Fuck me with it, push it, push . . . “ I came really loudly, I could hear myself and I knew I wanted to be loud as well, as though I was letting him know what he was doing to me, how much it meant to me, how wildly intoxicating and arousing it made me feel.
I rolled over onto my side, shaking and still gasping. I pulled him up “cuddle please”, wrapping myself around him, muzzling my face into his shoulder and kissing him there and asking him to “just squeeze”. We lay tightly together for some minutes before I could relax enough to let him go and roll over onto my back. He snuggled up beside me and we exchanged kisses. Normal ones now. The pecking, friendly kind, that we would normally do. Not the feverish passionate swallows of the kitchen earlier. As we lay together we began talking about our Christmas’s . . . giggling that we hadn’t even exchanged such pleasantries, when I’d arrived. We chatted about the family gatherings we’d both had. The gifts, the food, the waste . . . and the misbehaving by various members of each of our extended families.
We must have talked for over an hour. Each occasionally sitting-up to top-up our glasses until the bottle was empty. I asked him how his scratches were, and he rolled over onto his tummy to let me “inspect the damage”. I kissed his cheeks and then the small of his back, rubbing my nipples over his bum and then turned him back over . . . to find he was now erect again, his willy standing up to meet me, almost begging me to . . .
Lean forward and slide him into my mouth. I do love that feeling. The warmth and hardness, and smoothness as I slide my mouth up and down. With J I can enjoy scraping my teeth on him and biting at his head, but S doesn’t enjoy that, saying he is too tender, so I make do with sucking upwards until the suction makes a “pop” as I pull my mouth away, and then push forward, sucking it in again and sliding my face down to his tummy. I pull away and lick around him. S is really smooth at the base of his cock above his testicles, much more so than J, and I love licking him there even though he says it doesn’t give him any increase of sensation. He doesn’t like me sucking on his balls, but I cup them with my fingers as I slide my mouth down on his willy again. I then lifted away and slide each nipple over the his head before sliding further up his chest to kiss him again and start to lift myself onto him. He grasped me by my hips and wanted to turn me over, but I manage to stop him, telling him “I want to do this”, illustrating my point by rubbing my pussy over the head of his cock and then pushing down on him to slide him into me. I gasp with the feeling and lift forward looking down between both our chests so that I can see myself lifting up off him and pushing back down on him again, watching him disappear inside me.
I was really aroused again now, and continuing to slide up and down on him, I lean forward to kiss his neck and nibble and tongue his ear, telling him “I love feeling you inside me like this”. I can feel him returning my thrusts and we continue like this for several minutes as I sit up more on him and he reaches up to scrape the palms of his hands over my nipples. I can feel myself increasing my bouncing and my groans, leaning my head forwards again to kiss at his chest and shoulders.
As we slow down for a minute, S reached down and turned me over onto my tummy. He then slid down the bed to start kissing me on the bum cheeks now . . . and then parting my legs gently and kneeling in between them, his kisses changed to just his tongue. I can feel it sliding over each cheek and then down between them. As he licks it towards my bottom again I can feel myself almost involuntarily lifting up and spreading my legs wider. He has a hand on each hip and lifts me up more now . . . I lift up onto my knees, gasping as his tongue pushes deeper. He is sliding each hand in turn around between my legs, brushing at first, over my pussy, and then rubbing and then sliding with his fingers. I try to concentrate on all the feelings of his fingers stroking and pushing, and of his tongue pushing at me as well.
He stops for a moment and I feel him getting up off the bed. I know he is going to his bedside cabinet and then I feel him back on the bed, his tongue licking out and pushing against me again. J has asked me before why I don’t “lose it” then, as I sometimes do with him if I am in the mood and then suddenly something stops or changes. But I can’t explain it other than to say that with S, for some reason, it seems to heighten my arousal, rather than dampen it. Almost as though I am willing the feeling, and being teased and tantalised, before feeling that first sudden slippery push.
I can hear myself gasping and, on completely private occasions like this in his own home, I almost enjoy being louder and more vocal with my groans. His fingers are sliding around me again, and I can push back against him and feel that pushing, engulfing feeling and the swirling, tingling fingers around me. We are both rocking back and forth, and both gasping and groaning loudly. In between our groans, he his asking me “are you ok” and “what do you want”. I know he likes me like this and am gasping back “yes, don’t stop it.” I have to have both hands pushed out onto the bed to keep my balance . . . but need his fingers on me again, so I lift one hand up for a moment to find his hand to pull it back round in front of me. “My clit” I’m gasping at him and then supporting myself from falling forward again, I can hear myself telling him “fuck me, fuck me there”. This time I know he is coming and I need it too, and as I hear him crying out, I can feel myself pumping myself back at him and at the same time twisting myself round on his fingers. I have to lift my hand up off the bed again to push his hand and hold it against my clit and then just explode with the feeling.
We both fall forward as I’m coming and I don’t even feel him coming out of me as it’s such a huge emotional surge. As we shudder and shake from side to side into the bed though, I can feel the wetness between my legs . . .
We lay together on our tummies, recovering and whispering each other thanks. “God, huge one” he is saying, and I reply “me too”. Eventually as we regain our breath and adjust ourselves to cuddle into one another, he tells me how much he’d been thinking about that “for weeks” and how he’d been worrying that he wouldn’t be able to “manage” it to be as good as he wanted it to be. But it had been “even better”. I agreed and we congratulated ourselves on how lucky we were to be able to have times like these. Laying cuddled together, we dozed and talked, trying to keep each other from falling asleep but too exhausted to stir, or want to look at the clock.
Eventually I had to untangle myself though, and apologetically lift him up to say I had to go home. “Why couldn’t you stay tonight, just this once?” was his reply. But he knew I couldn’t stay, “especially as J is working, and I’ve got four kids to breakfast and sort out for the day!”
We stumbled back downstairs and S laughed as I pulled my coat on and asked “have you got a bag I can take my dress home in?” “It’s freezing out there you know” he said. But I replied that I’d walk quickly. He told me he was walking me home anyway and he’d get me a bag. He brought me my shoes and dress from the kitchen and I admired my two necklaces in the hallway mirror whilst he got himself dressed and then brought me an extra coat “just until we get to your door”.
S was right, it was freezing, but we were home in a few minutes. I pulled him into the shadows of our entrance to give him a final goodnight kiss and thank him for the necklace and for seeing me home. He thanked me for “making his Christmas” . . . I waited until he’d turned the corner, and then quietly let myself in. J was asleep on the sofa (I’d forgotten to text him that I was on my way), but he woke as I stepped up to him. I stood in front of him and then opened my coat and theatrically let it drop to the floor. He gasped and sat up instantly, leaning forward to kiss my tummy and then slide his face down to my pussy. I stepped away in mock disappointment asking him why he hadn’t waited for me naked as he normally did, but he reminded me that we had “visitors” upstairs. “Well you’d better close both the doors and hope they’re sound asleep then !!! “
Best wishes - Edith
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Christmas Parties!!!
Last week started the Christmas Party round again . . . and as well as our own staff party, I am also expected to honour the invitations to several of our larger clients parties as well.
Despite the usual embarrassing moments of seeing colleagues and clients making fools of themselves after too many drinks, I used to quite enjoy them, but over the past few years they have become more and more of a chore and more and more of a bore. (A sign of getting “old and boring” as one of my younger work colleagues said to me when I confessed my lack of enthusiasm to her?)
Last year I was able to sneak away early from one of the events to meet up with S. But this year it seems he is not going to be able to arrange a free evening “out” before Christmas, and with V not returning to London until the New Year, I have had to resign myself to show willing for at least two or three of the invitations over the next week.
Last Friday was our own party though . . . a meal and drinks and the usual excesses and one-night scandals. I always seem to have to endure at least one unpleasant proposition during the evening but this time, to make things worse, it was from one of the senior partners. A man whose judgement I don’t particularly respect at the best of times, but to have him making at first very subtle suggestions . . . but then as the evening wore on, more overtly embarrassing requests . . . was extremely difficult to bear. I kept having to make polite excuses to move away, and frequent trips to the ladies room, but he still didn’t seem to grasp my disinterest. He was actually quite sober, but I firstly tried politely telling him he’d had too much to drink and it would be very embarrassing for the both of us if some of our colleagues were to overhear his conversation. He kept following me around and insisting on pulling me away from any new conversations with other people I tried to get involved in by saying we “had to discuss new projects he had in mind” !!!
Very embarrassing and very difficult !! My embarrassment though turned to annoyance and as his suggestions became less subtle and more direct, I eventually made it plain that I would have to leave if he persisted in saying “such silly things”.
Of course I noted that several of the younger girls were already clearly heading for end-of-night liaisons with colleagues that I’m sure they’ll regret and will bound to be the subject of gossip and whispers on Monday morning.
I left “early” . . . feeling depressed and annoyed, looking forward to getting home to J and some warmth and affection and texting him from the taxi that I hoped he’d be waiting for me “in your usual state”. But instead of finding him naked on the sofa with a glass of wine ready-and-waiting for me as he normally is when I’ve been “out for an evening”, I arrived home to find the children both still up and them all watching a movie on the television !!!
I called him into the kitchen demanding to know why he hadn’t responded to my text and got them off to bed, and where was my glass of wine? . . . only to have him point-out that it was only just past 11 o’clock and his phone was upstairs, so he hadn’t known I would be home so early.
So, I have a feeling it is going to be a long, difficult week !!
Best wishes - Edith
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Meeting with V
J and I had spent most of the weekend enjoying re-living my evening with S on the previous Thursday night, and I’d completely forgotten that V had mentioned he’d be returning to London at the end of the month . . .
So it was a complete surprise to arrive at the office on Monday morning to find an email from V saying he was in town that evening (leaving again Tuesday morning) and that he wanted me to join him for dinner. I wasn’t prepared, wasn’t dressed for going-out, and annoyed again that he’d not given me enough prior notice . . . but at the same time I felt those “tingles” and the exciting thought of meeting with two different lovers just a few days apart.
I called J to see if he would be ok about me going out straight from work, and would he be alright sorting-out the kids. He replied that of course he would be fine and that I should just text him when I was on my way home.
The day seemed to drag by (cancelled meetings and more concerns from the directors about falling revenue), but at least no-one else was staying on late and I was able to have the washroom to myself so that I could spend some time “freshening-up” and trying to do something with my hair and make-up.
V had booked at the same restaurant we’d had our very first meal alone together (for what I’d thought was going to be a team-business-meeting) earlier in the year. Very exclusive, very expensive and I felt very under-dressed for the surroundings. However, he was just so welcoming and bubbly that I was soon relaxed and enjoying the wonderful wine and atmosphere. We talked and drank and ate and were onto our second bottle of the meal in what seemed like no time at all . . . but, in fact it was almost ten o’clock before he asked if I would join him at his apartment. I replied “I’d like that” without a moments hesitation and he asked our waiter to have reception order a cab.
I love looking out at the river across the balcony from his apartment . . . it is just such a lovely view with the lights of the city and the bridges across The Thames. V handed me a glass of wine and asked if I needed to call J (as I had done on my two previous visits), but I told him that J knew where I was this evening. V grinned and shook his head saying “astonishing that he can be like that”. I accepted his embrace and told him “he always gets his rewards!”. We stood kissing and caressing and then he began unbuttoning my blouse . . . I helped him unfasten my skirt and then stepped backwards out of it as it fell to the floor. I enjoyed the look on his face as he said “Do you never wear any underwear?” I replied that of course I did, but that I had taken it off when I’d washed at the office as he hadn’t given me enough notice to know to bring a change of underwear. He laughed and said “I think I prefer it this way”.
We continued embracing, standing together in the middle of the room and I could feel myself enjoying the sensation of being with him. He is not startlingly good looking, but his manner and his personality and just something about his presence, has an almost intoxicating affect. I had undone his shirt and now his belt and then slid his shirt down off his shoulders as he took off his trousers and pants. I could feel him against me and enjoyed the sensation of sliding the palm of my hand down against his erection.
He suggested we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom . . . and I felt wonderful as he led me down the corridor, both of us completely naked now, my heels echoing on the hard wood floor. I felt extremely naughty and wonderfully aroused as we stood by the side of the bed with him leaning forward sucking on my nipples and I felt him rubbing himself against me. We fell backwards together onto the bed and he continued his attentions on my nipples. I asked him to “bite them” and could hear myself moaning more and more loudly as he moved from left to right. Then as I opened my legs he slid down to my pussy and I began pushing myself against him. My nipples were still tingling and I reached down with each hand to pinch at them as he continued working at me with his tongue.
Then he pulled himself upwards and with a hand on each knee was spreading me apart and pushing into me. I was completely lost now, looking down at him pushing himself into me . . . I slid my hands down from my breasts over my tummy, spreading my lips wider for him. He was groaning loudly himself now and stroking faster and faster. I was desperate to be moving with him and began rubbing my fingers around and around my lips and then up to my clit. Lifting it up for him and showing it to him as I rubbed my fingers around it. I lifted my fingers up to his mouth so he could lick them and down to my clit again. I could hear myself calling out, I knew we weren’t in a hotel room and I wanted to let myself go. I was becoming more and more worked up and gasping louder with each of his thrusts. I kept opening and closing my eyes, not wanting to lose the moment but still wanting to see him pushing into me. I hadn’t come in my two previous visits with him and for a moment that thought flashed through my mind again, I could feel his thrusting, I could look up and see the straining on his face, and I could see and feel my own fingers rubbing quicker and quicker. When it came I knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t help myself . . . I had wanted to feel this since that first night. I knew I was good, I knew I deserved it and I knew I had wanted it so badly . . . it felt wonderful . . . I felt wonderful and I as I pushed him away and rolled over onto my side I was almost laughing and gasping and groaning all at the same time.
V knelt on the bed beside me and I was conscious of him trying to hold me tightly still as I shuddered with the convulsions. I shook him away and he started apologising, thinking that he’d upset or hurt me in some way, that I’d “lost it” and my curses and groans were ones of disappointment. I had to turn back to him and pull him down on the bed beside me explaining that I hadn’t lost it, but had just had a huge come and was still tingling and recovering. And it had been huge . . . when I was explaining it to J later I described it as completely different to how I can sometimes come from his licking and tonguing, or different from when S plays with my bottom . . . not more enjoyable, or exhausting and certainly nothing to do with the size of V. I described it as being more of a “relief” or an “emotional” orgasm, rather than a physical one. Typing it here now that doesn’t sound, or read, sensible or right . . . but that’s what it was like! Draining and exhausting and enjoyable like the sort of orgasms I have experienced before, but possibly because of where I was, and who I was with, it was perhaps more the surprise in which I had lost myself rather than the physical feeling, that accounted for my explosion.
As we lay together V said he had never been with a woman who “used such language” before. I asked him if he disliked it and when he said he found it “slightly disarming” I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. I never, ever, swear in public or my normal everyday work, or family life, but both J and S have often told me they find it a “turn-on” to hear me using language like that, and I had grown to find it such a release during sex. He must have sensed that I suddenly felt uncomfortable as he started telling me he didn’t “dislike it” just that he found it “unusual”. I could tell by the feel of his hardness against my leg that he obviously hadn’t found it “unusual” enough to be a complete turn-off. I squeezed him and told him that I was “an unusual woman” and he moaned his agreement as I squeezed and stroked more.
I continued my stroking and fondling, pushing both my hands down between us now, and he responded first by stroking my back and then by trying to play with my nipples again. I pulled away from his touches though, telling him they were a bit sensitive, and I rolled him onto his back and slid down his tummy. His thickness is really quite impressive, and I slid my mouth straight over him, cupping one hand under his balls as I knelt up between his legs. I was enjoying sucking up and down on him. I was alternating between quick strokes sucking up and down, sucking right down to his tummy and then slowly sliding my mouth back up and off him, twirling my tongue around his head . . . before suddenly sucking quickly down and then up again with quick strokes. I had only been playing with him like this for a few minutes though when he suddenly began to gasp and reached down to hold my head. I had to pull myself away and felt him splashing against my neck and under my chin. I rubbed myself forward onto him, rubbing my boobs and then my tummy over him as I pulled myself up to lie on him. I whispered that he should tell me when he was coming, not try to hold me there as I didn’t like “doing that”. He replied that he’d been trying to tell me and had been trying to lift my face away . . . apologising when I said “it didn’t feel like that”. He wanted to get up “to clean up the mess” but I had sat up on him now, telling him he had been naughty and I wasn’t going to let him up. I pushed his hands back over his head and leant forward on him, rubbing myself over him more. He said “I want to clean you up otherwise you’ll be going home smelling of me”. I teased him by pushing his arms down on the pillow more and rubbing myself into his face and then sliding back to kiss him and flick my tongue into his mouth before pulling away and telling him that “J will like me coming home smelling of you!!”. He rolled me over onto my side again saying how “remarkable and magnificent a woman” I was.
We lay for some time, sitting up occasionally to sip at our wine from the bedside table, looking down at the river and talking again about our work and his plans for the coming few weeks. We heard my phone alarm ringing from my handbag in the kitchen along the corridor and he got up to go out and bring it back to me so I could turn it off. “Does that mean that you want to leave me again?” he asked. I told him that it was a long journey home and that I did have to be going. He went back out to the sofa to bring my clothes and ask if I would like a coffee whilst he telephoned for a cab. I told him I’d actually prefer more wine and he went back to the kitchen to bring back the bottle. I was enjoying watching him walk back and forth . . . he doesn’t have a “general” physique that much different from either J or S, but he just seems so completely at ease being naked, (J thinks that this is “probably because he’s always known he has a bigger than average cock” so he’s never had that self-consciousness about being seen in the nude). I’ve explained to J that I like watching him walk “away” from me, as well as “towards” me, so it has nothing to do with that, and that I just like watching him walk around like that. In the 15 or 20 minutes or so whilst I was getting dressed, putting on my shoes and waiting for the taxi, he remained completely naked and we continued talking and drinking as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Eventually when his phone went to say the cab was waiting downstairs, he offered to put his robe on and walk down to the foyer with me. But I kissed him goodnight, rubbing his chest and then reaching down to pull gently on his willy telling him “I can see myself out, and besides, I’d prefer to remember my last glimpse of you to be like this”.
The taxi had driven just a few streets when I received a text from V saying “remarkable, unforgettable, insatiable, won’t you come back?” I glanced up at the cabbie’s mirror conscious of not wanting to let him see me giggling to myself as I texted my reply back, “not this time, like to keep you wanting more!”
As we crossed the river I texted J “hope you’re waiting up for me”. His reply came back within a couple of minutes “ready and expecting you naked under your coat”. I thought about telling him he could hardly expect me to be sitting in the back of a taxi driving through the middle of London with nothing on but an overcoat, but instead decided a teasing “you’ll have to wait and see won’t you” was better.
Best wishes - Edith
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Evening with S
S called on Wednesday to see if I could be free the next evening. He was working out of London for the day but although he’d told “everyone else” that he wouldn’t be travelling back until really late, he could actually meet me around 8 p.m. if I wished. I replied that although it was short notice, I would see what I could do and would let him know the next morning.
When I asked J that evening, he was instantly excited and said that, of course, he “wouldn’t mind at all !!!” So I called S the next morning on my way into work and he said he’d book the room at our usual hotel and would meet me there as he wasn’t sure exactly what time he’d get back into London.
I enjoyed an hour or so of shopping in Oxford Street before getting the Tube and Taxi to the hotel. I felt a little nervously “excited” about checking-in at reception myself but once I was in the room it was actually quite arousing to run myself a bath and just soak. I called J to check that he was ok with preparing a meal for the kids (always a worry!) but of course he was more interested in what I was doing and what I was “going to be doing”. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was quite excited to hear I was soaking in the bath just waiting for S to arrive.
After I finished my call, I wrapped myself in a towel, turned on the television news and just lounged on the bed waiting. S had called from his car to say he was on his way . . . but it was close to 9 before he actually called again to say he was downstairs in the car park and to ask what room we were in. A few minutes later he tapped on the door and I welcomed him with a kiss on the cheek . . . and then casually draped my towel over the back of the chair as I walked, naked, back to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed whilst he stood just grinning at me. He then asked if I was hungry and suggested that we ordered a snack, and some wine, from room service whilst he had a shower. I teasingly played the “hurt mistress” by saying he was obviously more interested in food than in seeing me after keeping me waiting for so long. But as he hadn’t eaten much during the day and he wanted to unwind after a long drive, we agreed that he would phone downstairs and order something snacky and quick.
I put my top and skirt back on (to answer the door) and then sat on the toilet seat whilst he showered and talked about his day and his journey. We continued just chatting for quite a while, sitting on the edge of the bed, whilst we snacked, so it was already quite late before he took my plate from me and reached across to start unbuttoning my blouse. I told him that having to get dressed again had been a bit of a passion-killer so he was probably going to find it quite hard to get me “back in the mood”. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist when he’d come out of the shower, but as we began kissing and re-adjusting our position on the bed, it unwrapped and I could see he was certainly already quite aroused.
I was soon undressed again and laying back enjoying his caresses and as he kissed and sucked at my nipples, and I stroked him gently with my hand, I began to feel aroused again. He was soon sliding down my tummy and then lifted me further back on the bed so that he could kneel between my legs and continue to lick at my pussy. I knew I was getting wetter and then felt him sliding his fingers into me. S just does lovely pushing and poking with his fingers and when he is licking and sucking at me at the same time it can sometimes make me come really quickly.
Too quickly actually . . . and I had to push him away and roll over onto my side and curl my knees up into my chest. He knows when I’m like this that I need to just lie still for a while. So he cuddled up behind me stroking my arm and saying something like “I thought you’d lost your passion”.
Eventually I was able to turn back over into him . . . I could feel he was still hard so I started stroking him and kissing his chest. Once I’d recovered my energy I slid down the bed, rolling him more onto his back, so that I could slide my mouth over him. I do enjoy sucking up and down like this, not just the physical feel of it, but it makes me feel that it is because of me that my man has become aroused like this, and I enjoy that sensation as well. J enjoys me being quite aggressive and nibbling, and gently biting, as well as sucking, but S is too sensitive there and says it is painful if I suck too hard, or use my teeth. So I enjoy the difference, knowing that I can make him enjoy things as well.
S then pulled me up and away telling me he needed me to stop now and that he wanted more of me. He was sliding his hands down over me again and sucking down on my nipples. I was holding him and stroking him as he played with me and we moved ourselves more into the centre of the bed. Then he turned me over and slid down to start kissing and massaging my cheeks and then licking and sliding his fingers all around me again. I was shaking and groaning and then pulled one of the pillows down under my tummy as he got off the bed to go to find his jacket.
I could feel him kneeling back on the bed and then licking at me again, his tongue probing and swirling and pushing. It all feels so slow and gentle when he is kissing and touching me like this. He just lifts me up onto my knees and I just pull the pillow tighter into me, my legs sliding wider when I feel him against me. I know I get quite loud as we rock back and forth and I consciously bury my face into the top of the pillow so that I don’t have to lose my concentration and the straining and pushing. I could hear him coming and I wanted him to keep pushing so I turned my head away from the pillow so that I could gasp out “do me, do me” before he could pull away. Those final moments of thrusting and then the sensation of him popping out are just so exhausting that I have to turn my face back into the pillow to stifle my screams.
Afterwards we just lay together, not talking or saying anything, until he starts kissing my back and arm and we slowly recover ourselves and cuddle-up into each other again. We dozed for ages before my phone alarm went off. Sometimes it’s really difficult, and unsettling, to get up and stagger around to find where I’ve put my bag and turn it off. S continued to lie on the bed, but I sat down on the edge and sipped some water, rubbing his back after awhile and telling him we would have to be getting home.
By the time I eventually talked him into getting up and we got dressed and made our way down to the car park it was almost 1 a.m. J was waiting up for me on the sofa as he always does. As I took my coat off the disappointed look on his face reminded me that I’d promised him that I’d come home with nothing on but my coat . . . but his disappointment didn’t last long as I undressed and sat down on his lap to recount the events of my evening!!!
Best wishes - Edith
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Lunch with V
V was in London for two days and had asked if we could meet for an evening.
The timing wasn’t right for me . . . but he asked if we could at least meet for lunch on Thursday.
After such a difficult and stressful three weeks of demanding clients and unrealistic schedules and budgets it was lovely just to get out of the office for an hour. Just walking the few streets to the cafe, I realised I hadn’t actually taken a proper lunch break away from my desk for two weeks.
V was charming and just so lovely to talk to. We chatted about all the financial stresses that the last few months had brought on all businesses, but particularly on our own. He’d had to make this hurried visit at such short notice just because of those pressures and talked of more difficult times to come.
Just to talk to someone new, away from the office environment, was refreshing and calming. I told V that J does his best to listen to my rants and moans each evening when I get home from the office (though I wish he’d help more with meals and the children’s homework!!!), but I don’t think anyone can really understand the pressures unless you know the situations.
V did actually talk a little more about his own family and home life. I’d never liked to ask too much before . . . so it was nice that he was just opening-up and volunteering the information. I was telling him how it must be nice to be able to get away and visit different countries and different cities so regularly . . . he was telling me how nice it must be to have a stable and regular home life. So just talking about how we each have things that we take for granted, put our envy of the others lifestyle in perspective. Isn’t it so true that the “grass always looks greener on the other side” yet often the reality is that we should be more thankful for the things we have got . . . and possibly worked so hard on to achieve.
I really enjoyed our lunch. I felt much more at ease with him than I had on our previous meetings where, despite what had happened on those occasions, I’d always left feeling still slightly nervous or unsure of myself, as though I was somehow inferior, or perhaps even being used, because of who I worked for, rather than just being liked for who I am.
In our business meetings, and even in our “personal” meetings, I’d always felt slightly over-awed by his presence and, I suppose, suspicious of his motives. Now, as we kissed and said our goodbyes, I felt much more his equal, and much more that perhaps he actually wanted to see me as a person, rather than just as client/customer. I realise this sounds silly, given what had happened between us before (particularly on our last meeting during Wimbledon), but although I can’t properly explain it in words, I KNOW what I mean . . .
. . . and he does really seem a nice, and caring man. He is back in London at the end of October and I have promised to meet him again then.
Best wishes - Edith
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Bad Day . . . Bad Night
S had called several times since he’d returned from holiday and we’d arranged to meet on Wednesday evening straight from work.
As the week had begun with the Bank Holiday our previous day had begun with catch-up items from the previous weeks meetings and project schedules but had passed-by uneventually. I’d arrived at the office in the morning feeling in good spirits having chatted to S on the phone as I’d walked from the station and arranging to meet him in Islington as he was working in the area for the week. My day changed almost immediately though as I was asked to bring all the files of one of our current projects to the Directors office. The client was unhappy with progress and the campaign so far and why hadn’t I kept them up-to-date with problems and complaints. As in fact I hadn’t been aware of the client’s dissatisfaction I was caught completely unawares and mystified and upset that my own team hadn’t communicated any such issues.
In any campaign there are inevitably changes, concerns and unrealistic schedules but I wasn’t aware of any of these with this particular project and with my embarrassment (and inner anger with my colleagues) I felt myself stuttering and floundering from one sentence to the next. I had never felt so upset and lost in such a situation before and left the meeting feeling that my confidence had been completely shattered. I had to detour to the washroom to stop myself shaking and compose myself before returning to my own office.
The rest of the day flashed by in emergency-recovery mode with all of the team pouring out all their arguments and disagreements. No breaks, no lunch, just arguments, emails and telephone calls. I was shattered and as well as not needing the pressure of having to leave “on-time” I just didn’t feel in the mood . . . I even quickly called J to say I felt I would really have to call the meeting off. But he said that S would probably have already booked a room, and that I would be fine, and probably even “needed an exciting evening” !
I waited for S at the Angel Tube as agreed and became further annoyed when he called to say he was running late as he had to move his car from his temporarily allocated spot and find on-street parking, which was proving difficult. He eventually arrived and we walked the short distance to the restaurant he’d suggested. I knew we were supposed to be chatting about our respective holidays . . . but I launched into the events of my day and spent the rest of the meal just blurting on and on about what had happened. S was, as he always is, the perfect listener and just kept topping-up my wine and offering words of comfort and advice. I knew I wasn’t being the best of company and was picking at my food . . . but just being able to talk about things helped my frame of mind and the subject eventually changed to his holiday and the children’s exam results which we’d all collected during the previous week.
I was feeling much happier as we walked to the car and started our journey to our, by now, regular hotel. I joked that we were virtually passing our front doors to drive to the hotel. S asked if I wanted just to go home, and I thought I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice, so I tried to stop making any more silly comments for the rest of the journey. I was also conscious that I’d drunk almost the whole of the wine (as he was driving) and that perhaps I was just a little “tipsy”.
When we got to our room I tried to be assertive and responsive as we sat on the bed and embraced, but I knew I still wasn’t feeling at my most relaxed. We showered and I slid onto the bed on my tummy as soon as he pulled back the bedclothes. It had that tight, fresh and clean feeling on my skin and as he began to massage my shoulders I told him it was really nice and relaxing. He continued rubbing and squeezing and I was really enjoying the feeling of his palms pushing against my shoulder blades and up to my neck. He started rubbing his fingers through my hair on the back of my head and then up to my scalp and it felt really lovely and relaxing. I was telling him how nice and soothing it was and as I lay my cheek down on the pillow I asked him to rub down my back again. His hands continued up and down my back and over the cheeks of my bum and then down my legs to the backs of my knees and further down to my ankles. I asked him to do my feet and it just felt so, so lovely and relaxing . . .
The next thing I remember was him shaking me by my shoulders and telling me we had to leave as “it was after midnight” and my phone had been ringing. I sat-up with a start, confused and embarrassed . . . I’d fallen so soundly asleep that he’d left me lying there and had lay down beside me. The ringing on my mobile, was just the alarm I always set when I am going “out for an evening” to remind me it is time to be going home, but in this case I’d dozed-off into such a deep sleep that I hadn’t heard it. S said he’d tried to wake me on several occasions but I’d been snoring and “looked so peaceful” that he hadn’t wanted to shake me too hard.
I often do doze-off after sex, (we both do), but the fact that I’d fallen asleep just from his massage, was embarrassing and I was apologizing and telling him how sorry and embarrassed I was and that I hadn’t meant to. I tried reaching down to stroke him, but he wasn’t aroused and he was telling me that it didn’t matter, and that I’d obviously been exhausted from my day, and that it was late and we really had to be going home.
We dressed and drove home with me feeling worse by the minute, and continuing to apologise despite S trying to joke it off and talk about other things. I kissed him as passionately as I could in the car as he dropped me off, promising to make it up to him, but he just told me there was nothing to apologise for.
J was awake and waiting for me naked on the sofa, with a glass of wine, as he normally does. But I just wanted to cuddle up to him and tell him that the whole day, and night, had been a disaster and that I really should have cancelled with S, as I had wanted to. I spent the next hour going through, not only my bad day at work, but now “to make it worse” my embarrassment at falling asleep with S. Needless to say, I wasn’t in the mood to end the evening with J in the way we normally would after I’d been “out for an evening” . . . so I ended-up feeling I’d disappointed two men in one night !!
Not the best of my experiences . . . but . . .
S sent me a lovely text the next morning . . . I replied that I still felt really embarrassed and promised to make things up to him next time!
Best wishes - Edith
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The Perils of Infidelity
Yesterday I was reminded just how upsetting it can be when someone discovers their partner has been having an affair.
All the talk at my sons cricket club was of the previous Sunday when a fight erupted between two of the fathers and the police had to be called and both men were arrested. We weren’t at the club last weekend when it all happened, but of course everyone was talking about it, and the closest friend of the woman involved was being grilled by all the other mothers about what had happened in the week since.
One of the boys mothers (I know her quite well though her son is in a younger age group than my son), had become involved with another husband and had, apparently been seeing him for some months. Her husband had somehow found out and came storming into the clubhouse, half way through the day, looking for the other man. I’d always thought that he was a quite a nice, laid-back, easy-going sort of guy (and his wife is very pleasant, very chatty and always bustling around helping out with everything, though she hadn’t turned-up that morning). But apparently her husband had completely lost his temper and just flew into a rage and attacked the “other” husband. “His” wife and children were there and, from what everyone was saying yesterday, it all got very nasty and upsetting.
Obviously none of either family were at the ground yesterday, but apparently the woman involved has had to leave her house, and take her children with her, to move in with her parents. No one seems to know what has happened with the other couple yet.
It’s all very sad . . . But with all the girls sitting around just talking about nothing else, I was wondering to myself just how many of them may have had some sort of fling at some time. Most of the gossip was about the affect it would be having on the families and children and especially on the “other” wife. And, of course, all the sympathy was with her, but there was the occasional little comment, or aside, about how the “cheating” husband was “quite hunky” and had a certain way about him. Or, of course, the occasional “well I’ve never trusted him” sort of comment.
I’m not being smug . . . or trying to appear superior . . . because I genuinely did like both of the other women involved, and I do really feel sympathy for the situation they both must now find themselves in. (Over the past year one of my work-colleagues has been going through terrible hardships and turmoil with a really spiteful divorce that has split-up her family and meant they’ve had to sell the family home. Her children alternate between her and her ex-husband on a fortnightly basis. And the man she was having an affair with, just refused to have anything more to do with her, once it all got discovered. I know it has been terribly stressful for her and it has changed her life, and even her personality, completely. And a similar situation for a close male acquaintance, has had a similar affect on him. He became very depressed and emotional after he found out that his partner of five years or so, had been spending business trips away with her boss for almost the same length of time).
So I do know from close personal experience how upsetting, and life-changing, these things can be. But I just found some of the comments from the other girls yesterday to be the sort of things that perhaps we all feel we “have to say” in certain situations. I’m sure that they all must from time-to-time have found themselves attracted to someone else and thought about “it”. I found myself thinking, that some of them at least, had a certain sense of “envy” for our other mother’s “adventure” and some of them were being hypocritical and self-righteous in the extreme. And yet, I was annoyed at myself, because I felt I couldn’t voice those thoughts aloud. I couldn’t tell these other mothers about what I really thought, or what I do occasionally in my private life, because of course it isn’t the accepted or done thing and I had to protect my privacy and that of my family in the surroundings and environment I was in at the time.
And then talking about it with J last night, (which inevitably led to wonderfully passionate “cuddles”), we talked about S’s wife and why I no longer get the little flashes of guilt that I used to. We both know and have seen the way she treats him, and virtually humiliates him in front of other people. And we both know how wrong she is and how nice and genuine he really is.
So what I suppose I’m trying to say is that I know our lifestyle isn’t accepted as the norm, but oh how much simpler and perhaps much better for people it would be, if it was more accepted by society. I enjoy sex and I love the freedom and excitement of knowing I “can” if I want to . . . but if people WERE able to talk to each other much more openly and tell each other what they really like and what they really want, then perhaps they wouldn’t find themselves embroiled in such moments of jealousy and upheaval over what, after-all, is supposed to be an enjoyable and simple and exciting and fulfilling physical and emotional exchange between two people.
I sincerely hope it all works out for both of the families.
Best wishes - Edith
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School Holiday Starts with S
The first week of school holidays and S was desperate to see me before he and his family left for their summer break. I couldn’t see him on the Monday so it meant we had to meet on the evening before he was going away. It was a bit risky and I felt it may be too much of a rush but we hadn’t seen each other for weeks, so I agreed.
We met for an early meal in our favourite Italian in Hampstead and then on to our now “regular” local hotel. So regular that I mentioned to S that it was the same girl on the desk as had been there on our last visit. We joked on the way up to the room that in her job, she probably saw lots of “regular” couples. It had been so oppressively hot on the tube journey from work to Hampstead that I insisted that I just had to have a cooling shower. It was too small for both of us and this time instead of sitting on the toilet seat and chatting, I went into the main room to drip-dry with my towel wrapped around me, whilst S had a quick shower.
I lay back on the bed and let him unwrap me from the towel and then just lay back whilst he lay between my legs licking at me gently. I slowly began to get aroused, especially as he spread my legs a little wider and began stroking and probing with his fingers as well as his tongue. As I became more and more aroused I had to cup my hands over my nipples as they began tingling and I started gasping and pushing as his fingers twisted and twirled. He was still licking at me as well, and his tongue felt lovely. As I was squeezing myself more and feeling his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy I started gasping louder and pushing harder and faster. He asked if I wanted “more fingers” and I just suddenly came, really quickly and with that gushing burst that you comes upon you so quickly you just can’t control it. I had to push his hands away and just roll over on my side apologising for being so quick.
He cuddled up behind me and just started talking to me again. Within a couple of minutes we were just chatting again normally. He’d been telling me about their holiday plans over our pasta, but we began talking more about the place in general (they’d been there before and we’ve been to the same island ourselves, though not to the same resort). We chatted for over half an hour but I kept thinking about the time and in the back of my mind I was reminding myself that he was supposed to getting ready to go on holiday early in the morning and that he’d said he’d told his wife that he had a “business meeting” he just couldn’t avoid, but that he wouldn’t be late.
I was slowly stroking him whilst we talked, and then as I felt him getting harder, I sat-up on my elbow and began to squeeze and stroke up and down on his willy a little more firmly and more quickly. I slid down the bed to start licking and sucking him. He likes it in a different way to J, but I still enjoy watching and feeling him get hard, and feeling that warmth in my mouth and hearing him moaning and sighing as I lift up and down.
He stopped me though and said I hadn’t let him lick me “properly” for ages. I protested that it was his turn, but he begged that if I really wanted to send him away on his holiday happy, then I just had to let him. He asked me to turn-round onto my knees and hold onto the head of the bed and then open my knees wider so that he could kneel behind me kissing the cheeks of my bum and the backs of my legs. He likes to lick the insides of my thighs with his tongue, sometimes from the backs of my knees up to my bottom and then down the other leg on the other side. He does it so slowly and so softly at first that it feels almost like he’s trying to tease me. It was some minutes before I felt his tongue pushing me where he really likes to be, and I was feeling really aroused. I groaned every time I felt his tongue giving me an extra push and then when he was sliding his fingers around my tummy to play with my front as well. I knew he was enjoying it from his sighs and moans and I knew I was getting very carried away again as well.
He got off the bed for a moment to go to his trouser pockets and then I felt him kneeling back on the bed. I heard myself let out a loud gasp when I felt that first splash of gel on my bottom. Although I knew it was coming, that first splash is both cold and exciting. I was groaning quite loudly when I felt his finger pushing into me and then that wonderful feeling when he almost “grips” me by sliding his thumb into my pussy and then rocking his hand back and forth. He knows that when I’m relaxed enough as I was at that moment, that it just drives me wild. I can’t do anything but just groan and gasp and let him rock me back and forth. Sometimes I can feel him kissing my bum cheeks, sometimes I can’t feel anything other than that sense of being squeezed and rocked forwards and backwards. When he pulls his hand away I hear myself let out a loud gasp of relief and then another moaning cry as I then feel him pushing into me. I can hear him gasping and groaning too, and grunting softly as he holds me with a hand on each hip and strokes gently in and out. Sometimes I can’t take it too long, but I could now hear myself swearing and pushing with him. I was telling him to “fuck it” and then screaming out with every thrust. He was carried away too and gasping “What do you want” and I was swearing back “fuck my bum, fuck it”. I was so carried away, that I couldn’t really control what I was saying, just that I knew I was being dirty and knew I was enjoying it, and wanting him to enjoy it as well. When I came I knew it was loud but I couldn’t stop myself and I could hear him groaning as well. We fell forward onto the bed, normally I have to curl-up on my side, but it was so draining that I couldn’t move and just collapsed forward with S not moving either, just lying right on top of me and shuddering and squirming with little spasms.
We lay like that for a few minutes before I felt the weight getting uncomfortable and motioned for him to roll off. We lay side by side squeezing each other with hugs and me burying my face in his shoulder. We were both giggling at the same time, chastising each other for making so much noise. After a few minutes, and as our senses began to return, I reminded him of the time. We rolled apart and as we were both dripping and sticky, from the sweat, the gel and his come, he decided he should have a quick shower to “wash away the smell of the sex”.
Once he’d finished we quickly gathered all our things together and hurried to the lift and car-park to get him home. We were already much later than he’d planned to be getting away, but nevertheless still much earlier than we would normally be. So much so that my son was still up watching television when I got home. I stuck my head around the front-room door to complain but was told that it “was school holidays!!!” and that “Dad is already in bed”.
I walked into the bedroom to find J sitting up in bed, frowning at the fact that the kids “were spoiling our fun by being up so late. One’s only just gone to bed and the other is still up!”
He quickly cheered-up though when I pulled my knickers and bra out of my handbag to drop them onto the bed in front of him, and then lifted my dress up over my head and stand in front of him naked with my hands on my hips. He reached out to pull me onto the bed and we started kissing. I lay back onto my back and he slid down to my pussy asking me to “tell me all about it please”. It’s obviously not so arousing when you have to whisper, especially as he was half-way down the bed, so I asked him just to come back next to me. He cuddled back up to me telling me that he’d noticed I had bruises on my hips and that “I can smell the gel, you’ve been bumming haven’t you?”. I only had to stroke him a few times and whisper “you know I always do bumming when I’m with S” before he exploded with a huge spurt all over my tummy.
A lovely, exhausting, evening!
Best wishes - Edith
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A Lovely Day Out with V
Yes, to everyone who has asked, I did meet with V (sorry I’m a bit late in posting this, it has just been such a busy week).
He called me at the office late on Wednesday afternoon to say he’d arrived but would like to see me tomorrow. I’d set-off to work that morning expecting to be meeting him that evening, so was immediately a little put-out. I told him that I wasn’t sure I could make tomorrow evening, but he replied “No I meant the day, I have tickets to take you to the Tennis Championships at Wimbledon”. I was caught-off guard, and stammered that it would be difficult to take a day-off work at such short notice. On the one hand I was annoyed that he had changed his plans again so quickly and obviously had something more important than seeing me that evening as he had originally requested . . . and yet the thought of being taken out for a day to such an exclusive occasion was, of course, very tempting. I told him I would need to see if I could change my appointments and call him back later.
I was trying to balance my annoyance at being “stood-up” against the appeal of being taken to such a different and interesting occasion as Wimbledon (I’d never been before). I didn’t want to make him think I was the type of woman for whom he could chop and change arrangements with whenever he wanted to. I did seriously think about saying “no” and ruminated for an hour or so . . . partly because I wasn’t sure how I felt about allowing myself to be “put-off” from a previously arranged appointment, and partly because I wanted to make him wait !!
I telephoned J to ask him what he thought. His immediate response was “you don’t even like Tennis !” and “what has he said about the evening, after the tennis?” I could tell that he was busy and either couldn’t really talk, or that he didn’t want me to go, so I told him I would say no.
He phoned back in a few minutes though and said he was being “selfish” and that “of course you should go. It’s ladies semi-finals day, if he’s got tickets for Centre Court, do you know how much they are going for?” I told him that V hadn’t mentioned anything about what sort of tickets he had, just that he had tickets. But, with J’s encouragement and, of course, my own feelings inside, I knew I would call V back and say “Yes”. (Though, of course, I made it seem like it had been a really, really difficult, decision to make and arrange!!)
That evening J was all over me, even the children chastising him for continually “cuddling” me in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner instead of the pizza’s they’d been promised by J. He was even more frustrated later upstairs as I had all sorts of outfits laid out on the bed, trying to choose what I was going to wear! Needless to say, I enjoyed his attentions and the flirting with him as I tried-on various items, teasing him with what I “wasn’t going to wear underneath”.
I met V in Fulham and as we talked over coffee he explained why he’d been unable to meet me the previous evening (perfectly understandable and something which is not appropriate to detail here). We got a taxi out to Wimbledon . . . and it was just such an enjoyable day! I had seen brief glimpses of the grounds on television, but to actually be there was just so, so different to how I’d imagined it. The atmosphere, the crowds bustling around between the courts, the ivy, the perfectly cut grass on the courts, and the green and purple everywhere on the brickwork and buildings was just wonderful to see and feel part of. V did have Centre Court tickets (he goes every year, normally for several days, and would be taking an important client to the Men’s Finals on the Sunday). We lunched in the Wingfield Restaurant, and later between one of the matches, had drinks in a roof bar overlooking the outside courts. V led us round for a walk around the courts and of course I just had to have Strawberries and Cream. It was such a lovely atmosphere and I although I have never really been interested before, I found myself caught-up in the atmosphere, particularly watching the young Chinese girl playing so well in the second half of the match against Serena Williams.
V was the perfect host throughout and the tone of his invitation for me to return to his apartment was almost as though he was half-expecting me to turn him down. Of course I accepted, and we agreed that as we’d eaten and snacked so much during the day we simply didn’t need an evening meal. Even so, as we didn’t leave until well after 9 p.m., it was after ten o’clock by the time we arrived at his apartment. V poured drinks whilst I stood on the balcony looking out over the river, and phoned J to say I would be home later. He was asking me all sorts of questions but I told him I had just had a “lovely day” and would tell all later if he waited up for me. V joined me on the balcony and we stood chatting for a while with him pointing out the lights of various landmarks along the river. It really was an extraordinary and impressive view. He began kissing and stroking me and I returned his kisses and then pulled away to ask if he’d mind if I showered “first” as I felt a little uncomfortable about having been walking and sitting and walking and sitting again all through the day.
He led me to the bathroom which was really more like a large tiled room with the shower itself in one corner where the floor tiles just sloped into a natural shower base. There were large mirrors and a wash basin and towel racks just inside the door and lots of chrome and glass shapes everywhere . . . Just beautiful. He helped me undress and gasped when he lifted my dress up over my head to discover that I had nothing on beneath. “You have been the whole day without knickers?” he asked. I replied that it had been perfectly warm enough and I often felt more comfortable without. I helped unbutton his shirt and gasped myself when I helped him step-out of his trousers and pants. He was already erect and it was as impressive as I’d remembered (and talked about with J at home the previous evening!).
We showered together, me resisting his attempts to pull me completely under the water jet as I didn’t want to get my hair wet. He was laughing and continually sucking at my nipples telling me how much he’d missed such “incredible bullets”. It was strange to have someone complimenting me so much on my breasts when both S and J pay so much more attention to my pussy and bottom. Although I find it difficult to get “too aroused” in the shower, I was enjoying his attentions and conscious that my nipples were quite erect and hard. But it was his cock I wanted to see more. It really is thick and I was stroking and pulling at him as much as he sucked and squeezed at my breasts.
We towelled each other dry (well almost) and he led me into the bedroom. Whilst he returned to the kitchen to top-up our wine I stood by the full-length windows gazing out again at the lights along the river. I was thinking how lucky I was to be experiencing a day like I had just had, and the situation I was finding myself in, and then telling myself that I deserved it, that he should be the one thinking how lucky he was. That I should be the one in control, I could do this, I deserved to be able to do this . . . I was aroused and excited.
V returned with the wine and led me back to the bed. He was soon playing and sucking with my nipples again and we rolled more into the centre of the bed. I was encouraging him to “bite them” but had to push him gently away after a minute or so as his nibbles began to get a little too hard. He slid down between my legs and I lifted myself up into his face as he licked at me. I was very worked-up and enjoying his tongue flicking around me. As we both pushed against each other though I began to feel his stubble scraping against my lips and started to lose my concentration so I pulled him upwards to my nipples again and then rolled him over onto his back. I wanted to be able to play with him more than I had on our previous meeting. I wanted to look and touch at him more. He was thick and hard and I wanted to feel it inside my mouth. I squeezed my fingers around him and licked and then sucked him inside. It felt warm and hard and thick and the feeling, and the sense of it was making me more excited and wet again. I wanted to feel it inside me and slid up over him pushing him back with my hands on his shoulders. He was smiling up at me and I could tell was enjoying my attentions. Neither of us were saying anything, other than the little gasps as I sat up and then down onto him.
As I told J later when we were reliving my day (and night), although he feels really big when I have him in my mouth, I don’t really feel any more “filled-up” when he is inside me like this. The idea of it is nice of course, and I loved being able to look down as I lifted myself up and down on him, and could see his thickness sliding in and out of me, but the actual feeling isn’t any more intense or different when I do the same with J or S.
V was reaching up and playing with my nipples again and then pulling me down by my shoulders to kiss me. He then rolled me over onto my back so that he was now on top of me, leaning forward and sucking on my breasts again. We were rocking back and forth and I could tell by his gasps that he was enjoying this position more than when I had been sitting on top of him. Then he rolled me onto my side more, re-adjusting our positions so that he was lifting my leg up and sliding into me from the side. I could now reach down and show him I was playing with my clit as we both pulled away from each other a little. I was feeling very naughty and very aroused and enjoying him leaning forward and sucking on my nipples again. I was rubbing faster and faster but then he wanted to change positions again and roll me more onto my back. I’d lost my concentration a little as we re-adjusted and he lifted my legs up. He was stroking into me but as I’d lost the sensation a little I told him I wanted to taste myself on him. “Bring me your cock up here” I asked him . . . and he pulled out and lifted up to rub himself over my chest. I told him to smack my nipples with it and we were both gasping as he slapped it down on each of my boobs in turn. I grasped his bum cheeks and pulled him further up so that I could lift up and suck him into my mouth. He was leaning forward over me and pushing so hard into my face I was almost choking for breath and I had to push him away a bit to get comfortable. I told him I loved tasting myself like that and I reached under him to play with his balls whilst I continued to suck up and down on him. I could hear him groaning and murmuring and then he pulled away and slid down me again. He then rolled off the bed and pulled me by my hips over to one side. He was standing on the floor now and opening my legs apart and then sliding into me. I could see his cock pushing in and out and wanted to reach down and start playing with myself again but he was already pumping faster and faster and gasping louder and louder. I could see by his face that he was going to come so told him “not inside V, come out”. He answered “I know” but continued pumping and holding my legs apart with a hand on each knee. Then he shouted out loudly and pulled out, thrusting forwards. He continued thrusting, pulling my legs around his hips now and I reached out to try and pull him closer as well. He was pumping and gasping, rubbing his cock on my tummy. I’d been pulled almost off the bed and could feel my legs dangling and my bottom right on the edge. I was holding onto him as he kept thrusting and stroking back and forth. I could feel his cock sliding on my tummy and his balls slapping against me. He was groaning loudly and then just started to stop stroking forwards. I thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to come after all and glanced down at his cock resting on my stomach. Then he shouted out again loudly and suddenly a large spurt shot out and up onto my chest. He pushed forwards again with several more quick strokes and I could see, and feel, more splashes against me. He was groaning loudly and telling me how “magnificent” I was. I was giggling and trying to hold him still against me so that I wouldn’t slide down off the bed. I told him it sounded nice to be called magnificent with his accent, and he reeled off more compliments in French as we pulled ourselves back properly onto the bed.
We lay together for quite some time, pausing to reach up for sips of wine and then rolling over onto our stomach to look out over the river again. I suddenly realised that the blinds hadn’t been drawn, but V laughed at my concern and pointed out that the only way that the room would be visible would be from someone at the same level, with binoculars, from the other side of the river. We sipped and talked and he began stroking and kissing my back, then sliding his hands down to my bottom and between my legs. I wanted to be aroused, and knew I should be given all the circumstances of the day, and where I was, and the company I was in, but for some reason I was conscious of the hour and that it was a long journey home. He was saying we “haven’t spent enough time yet” and “we can do more, it is still early enough”. He told me that I could stay the night if I wished and how much he wanted to “wake up beside each other”. But I said “perhaps next time” and that I really had to get home. I knew I had stayed-out much later with S than this, and had stayed out all night on previous occasions with M, but as with the last time I had been with V, my arousal had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Later on, when I was explaining it to J, I think it is because I feel I lose my confidence in his presence. Perhaps because he was a client first, and, (an unexpected), lover second. Perhaps it is because his life-style is so much greater than ours . . . but for some reason I just suddenly lost my desire, and therefore my control.
I could sense a disappointment in Vs voice. He was saying he felt on two occasions now that he hadn’t been able to give me the enjoyment I had given him. But I told him I had had one of the most enjoyable, and special, days of my life and that I had enjoyed every minute of the day, and the evening! As I dressed, and he called a taxi, we talked more about the office and my family. He asked if I would perhaps feel more comfortable if I joined him in Brussels for a weekend. I told him I was very flattered to be asked, but it was always difficult to get away for any length of time because of the children. He completely surprised me by saying “Bring your husband and children with you then. You should all be my guests, we will have time together on a different time”. I thanked him and told him he was a perfect gentleman . . . and he is.
In the taxi on the way home, after I’d texted J to tell him I was on my way, I tried telling myself that if there is a next time, I want to stay in control the WHOLE time !!
Best wishes - Edith
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V returns to London . . .
V returns this week
Just a short note to say that V arrives back in London tomorrow.
He has asked me to meet him for a meal and “catch-up” . . . and I have agreed to meet him after work.
So . . . I may have some more news at the weekend.
I also just wanted to say “thank you” to all the personal email messages that have been coming in over the past few weeks. I am sorry if I haven’t yet replied to all of you . . . I do try and work through them all, but time seems to be rushing-by so fast this year that I know I am falling behind. I promise I will try and respond to all of your messages as soon as I can.
Best wishes - Edith
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Part Two of my Bank Holiday
Having woken up and just laying together for some time I told him we really did need some food so we moved to the kitchen. S wanted coffee whilst I started preparing an omelette and mixing together an M&S salad from the fridge. We ate at the dining room table, still both naked, and our conversation turned again to our families and our hopes and expectations for our children (they are all of a similar age). It was now raining outside and S wondered if the barbeque would be affected and worried that perhaps J and the children may decide to come home early. I reassured him that they were definitely staying over and that J would always let me know if they’d had to change their plans.
I suggested more wine and returning to the front room. S followed and I asked him to select a new DVD from our collection whilst I lounged back onto the sofa bed. S joined me and I sat back whilst he flicked through the scene-selection menu. We just cuddled and stroked, becoming more adventurous with our kissing and fondling and slowly began turning our attention away from the screen and more to each other. My nipples were really sensitive and I encouraged him to keep sucking at them as he gripped me by the shoulders and rocked me from side to side as he moved from one breast to the other. I was loving the feeling and didn’t want him to move further down my tummy yet. I hugged him into me and kept whispering him to “not go anywhere else yet”. I could feel his willy against me and I was feeling completely relaxed and warm and aroused.
As my nipples began to feel a little more tender I opened my legs and we adjusted ourselves and he slid inside me. It was really nice to be just slowly and patiently pushing against one another, kissing and stroking and sliding up and down. S would occasionally pull completely out and slide down to kiss at my tummy and tease my clit with his tongue and then sliding up again holding his mouth open and allowing me to push my boob forward with which ever nipple I wanted him to close his lips around. I would hold his head and tell him “not too hard” and feel myself pushing my hips against him and feeling his willy pushing into me again. We stopped and started several times and I pushed him over onto his back and sat up next to him to stroke his cock for a while. He had both hands reaching forward still playing with my boobs and I’d pull away every so often to lean down and suck on him.
We stopped for awhile . . . both needing trips to the bathroom. He was lying on his stomach watching the screen when I returned, so I lay on top of his back, rubbing my boobs over his back, down over his bum cheeks and then up the small of his back and spine and up to his shoulder blades. I lent forward kissing at his ears and he was gasping at how nice the feeling was. I slid back down his back to playfully bite his bum cheeks. He squirmed and turned over, his cock popping up as he turned onto his back. I cooed my admiration and immediately sucked down on him. He was pushing more quickly now so I lifted away and then straddled myself over him asking “would you like me to fuck you now?” He let me lift up and down on him for only a few strokes before he pulled me away and turned me over onto my back opening my legs out really wide and starting to lick at me. With the sudden change in pace and position I found myself really starting to tingle. His tongue was lapping at me and then as he lifted me further upwards by my hips I felt his tongue licking further around me towards his favourite spot. I could hear myself gasping and groaning with excitement then allowing myself to be turned over onto my knees. His tongue was sliding around and pushing into me. I felt myself tingling with the excitement of releasing myself to him as he lifted me up and pushed my arms up against the back of the sofa bed. The pause, whilst he moved off the bed for a moment, seemed to just heighten the tension and excitement. I smelt the gel before I felt it. Then the coldness against my skin and his probing finger and kisses on my bum cheeks and I could hear myself gasping and moaning. I was so, so worked up it almost seemed as though he was teasing me with the delay in moving closer against me. Then I felt him against me again, his hands on my cheeks moving me apart, and then that gushing, gasping push. I was moaning loudly as I felt his hands on my hips pulling himself onto me. He was kissing my neck and ear now, asking “what do you want” as we pushed against each other. I was gripping onto the top of the back of the sofa-bed, riding him against me and we were both pushing back and forth. I could hear, as well as feel, him pushing into me, his tummy slapping against my bum cheeks. He kept asking “what do you want” in time with his grunts and thrusts. I was gasping and groaning loudly back at him. “Fucking, fucking”. Our rocking and thrusting went on and was easier but still completely engulfing as we continued. I know I get carried away when I am relaxed enough to completely let myself go like this . . . I could hear myself gasping and swearing in rhythm.
Even being completely relaxed as I was I can’t come like this. It wasn’t until he slid his hands around in front of me, teasing my nipples for a few minutes before sliding his hands down over my tummy to my pussy and then circling his fingers around and around my lips. He stroked his finger into me and then started sliding it back to play with my clit . . . he knows what this does. He was gasping into my ear, and I was screaming out my response . . . and I just couldn’t go on. He was still pushing into me and holding me around my tummy but I just had to pull his hands away and collapse sideways away from him, gasping and crying out with the release of the pressure and the bursting, tingling sensation of my come. I heard S groaning and gasping as well as I curled-up into the foetal position I just have to take when I have such an intense come like this. It wasn’t until a few moments later as he adjusted himself and then cuddled-up behind me in a comforting embrace, that I felt his wetness on my back and the sheet beneath us. We lay together not saying anything at all, just breathing heavily . . . and then completely falling into a deep sleep.
We slept for two hours . . . woken up by the sound of quite heavy rain against the patio outside. The DVD screen was back to the static main menu. S got up to find his watch. I asked him for more wine and sat-up to accept the glass as he returned to the sofa bed. He said he would have to think about going soon . . . I acted teasingly hurt and disappointed, pulling at him gently and making him sit back on the sofa bed. We sipped at our wine as I tried to persuade him it was “too early to leave me yet”. He was already semi-erect anyway, and with my stroking and suggestive kisses on his cheek, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. Then my phone rang. S got up off the bed to pick it up from where I’d left it in the kitchen, announcing as he walked back towards the sofa that it was J’s name that was flashing on the screen. J had rung off before S reached me, so I immediately called him back, motioning to S that he should sit back down beside me. J was just “checking-in” to see if everything was alright and if I’d finished “entertaining”. I held out my glass so that S could top-up my wine whilst I told J that we were “still enjoying a relaxing time watching your movies in the front room”. I cheekily opened my legs whilst I continued chatting to J asking him how the barbeque was going and if the kids were behaving themselves. I was actually tingling at the excitement of talking to my husband on the phone whilst sitting naked with my lover on our sofa-bed. With the phone in one hand and my glass of wine in the other I couldn’t touch my “tingly spot” but I was opening and closing my legs suggestively for S and lifting my hips up and down motioning to him that I needed “soothing”. He lent forward to lick at me and I opened my legs wider gasping with the thrill of his tongue flicking across me whilst I was actually talking to my husband on the phone. J noticed the change in my voice and asked what was happening. Almost as though I was afraid someone would overhear my voice on the other end of the telephone, I whispered out “I’m being naughty while you’re talking to me”. “How naughty?” J asked with a sudden change in the tempo of his own voice. I explained that I was sitting up with my back against the sofa bed with “my lover lying between my legs sucking on my bits”. J was gasping down the other end of the telephone at how fantastic that was and to “keep talking, keep saying what’s happening”. It was an incredibly exciting feeling to know I was being tongued and licked around my pussy whilst my husband was on the other end of the phone. I couldn’t talk, only gasp and groan as I could feel S beginning to enjoy the situation as well. I could hear J saying “what’s happening, what are you doing?” I was saying back “Is anyone with you, where are you”. He replied that he was in the upstairs guest room at his brothers and was on his own and just wanted to hear me “being fucked”. He kept saying “let me hear it, I wish I could see it”. I was telling him that I was only being licked, but I was getting quite carried away with the sensation of what we were actually doing that I could feel myself starting to come again. I glanced down at S who was looking up at me as he continued to swirl his tongue around me and then lifted away a little to slide his finger inside me and then start flicking and licking again. I was gasping down the phone how naughty I felt and how much I loved it and how much I “love you”.
I came again . . . not as intensely as I had a couple of hours earlier, but enough to be gasping and moaning into the telephone and telling J how wonderful he was for letting me be like this. He was gasping back how fantastic I was and how he wished he could be watching it all happen. S was just sitting up now . . . I suddenly sensed that he looked a little upset so handed him my glass of wine and told J that I would have to go. He wanted to know why we couldn’t talk more and what was wrong, but I told him I promised I would call him later. I hung-up and apologised to S, telling him that it had been so naughty and that I’d just got carried away and I hoped I hadn’t upset him. He said he loved hearing me talk dirty like that and that he loved looking at, and tasting, my pussy. I still felt guilty in some way . . . I suppose because I was worried he might have felt “subsidiary” in some way. I cuddled into him, stroking at him and telling him that I really had such a wonderful day and that I’d hoped he had enjoyed it as well. He replied that of course he had and that he always enjoyed every minute of the time we spent together. I told him I wasn’t going to let him go home yet and pushed him backwards onto the sofa-bed. It was now my turn to spread his legs and suck down on him. I lay down between his legs, scraping my nails along the inside of his legs, teasing him by letting the back of my hand rub against his balls as I scratched gently up and down on each leg. I pushed his legs even wider . . . he was now getting hard again . . . and then plunged my mouth down on him sucking at him as hard as I had earlier. I could taste the gel on him at first, but then as I stroked up and down it just felt nice and warm and really, really hard as I sucked downwards and he pushed upwards. He was trying to close his legs and move forwards a bit on the bed but I kept holding his legs apart sucking up and down with faster and faster strokes. He eventually lifted me away though and turned me over to lay me on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the sofa-bed, he stood at the side of the sofa lifting my legs up and pushing them back so that my knees were at the side of my head. He was rubbing his willy over my lips, tapping it against my clit in a smacking motion and then reaching down to spread my lips apart so that he could slide into my pussy. When I looked up at him I could see his eyes were closed, but I could tell from the straining motion on his face that he wanted to come. He was stroking back and forth into me quite aggressively and as he is not normally like this I felt that perhaps he had been a little annoyed at my phone conversation with J earlier. Although I knew I wasn’t going to come again, it was a nice sensation and I wanted to be naughty for him. I was encouraging him to “fuck me, really hard” and pushing my pussy back against him to meet his thrusting. He was getting faster and faster and then cried out with a loud groaning sound as he pulled away and splashed all over my legs and tummy.
He stood by the side of the bed for a few moments, but then I pulled him in beside me and we lay together again cuddling and stroking each others backs and arms. We lay for half an hour or so, talking and telling each other how nice and naughty we had both been. I asked him to stay longer, telling him it would be nice if he could “sleep over” all night. But he said he wouldn’t be able to come up with any believable excuse to tell his wife . . . so we just
