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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just got back from . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - Edith

Disappointment from V . . .

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

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

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

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

Mrs Robinson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - Edith

Snowy Sleep-over with S . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - Edith

Best Wishes for the New Year !!!

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

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

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

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

Wishing you all a happy and exciting 2010 !!!

Best wishes - Edith

Tingling Temptations !!!

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

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

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

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

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

Wonderful, long, naughty night with V . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - EDITH

News from the Gym !!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - Edith

Disappointments and embarrassments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Just a quick note to say thank you !!!

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

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

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

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

Best wishes - Edith

Thank you, but sorry to disappoint . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

Feeling a little bit jealous . . . ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Late Night Anniversary with S . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

At the Gym yesterday and still feeling naughty . . .

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

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

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

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

Not looking forward to being back . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Best wishes - Edith
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