Naughty Monday night affair with S

It was the first day of October half-term and as S’s wife had gone with his children to her parents for two days I’d agreed to visit S for the evening. Being half-term was difficult for me as well, and I told him I’d have to go home first and have a meal with J and the children, but that I would come round to his house after that (we hadn’t seen each other for a month). As I sat in our bedroom putting on my make-up after I’d showered, J came in and asked what I was going to wear. I told him I hadn’t decided and that it seemed strange going out on a Monday night after I’d just had dinner with my family. J was standing behind me sliding his hands down off my shoulders and under the towel I had wrapped around me, tweaking my nipples and reminding me that I used to go out for evenings with S at this sort of time quite often when I’d first started my affair with him five years ago.

J was kissing me on the neck and ear and said “why don’t you go round there with JUST your coat on, like you came home from him that time last year!”. I was giggling and saying it was only 9 o’clock and that it was a bit risky if I bumped into any of our neighbours as I walked up the road. But he replied “It’s already dark, and no-one would ever guess you’d be out walking completely naked under your coat!”. I told him to go and look after the kids and let me finish my make-up and I’d think about it.

I was quite turned-on by his suggestion though and after I’d finished my face I pulled the coat out of the wardrobe and stood by the mirror. It is full-length and dark grey and as I topped it off with my wrap-around scarf and boots I decided that J was right, no-one would ever suspect there was nothing else underneath. I called down the stairs for J . . . when he came into the room he whistled “you look sensational” and then started kissing me in an excited embrace. I told him to keep the kids occupied and that I’d be leaving in the next few minutes and “just make sure you’re waiting up for me this time!”. He laughed and assured me he would.

I re-applied some lipstick and, feeling really quite naughty already, I unbuttoned the top of my coat and smudged a little lip gloss around each nipple. J first got me doing this, and although I had done it for S before, I didn’t think I’d done it for him for quite some time, but I was feeling really tingly and excited already . . . and I hadn’t even left the house yet !!!

I stopped at the front-room door to say my goodbyes, but the children were so engrossed in the TV that they hardly seemed to notice my departure. J winked and said “don’t be too late!”. I felt extremely aroused as I walked round the corner and up the road knowing I had nothing on beneath my coat. It was cold and I could feel the chill against my skin, but it was a really thrilling, daring, tingly feeling.
S opened his front door and I stepped quickly into his hallway, turning round to accept his kisses and a squeezing hug after he’d closed the door. He was kissing me again and again and telling me how “wonderful” I looked.

I stood back and as I started unbuttoning I said “would you like to take my coat”. He gasped as it fell open . . . I shrugged it off my shoulders and then pulled off my scarf and he was immediately embracing me and running his hands down my back telling me I was incredible and amazing. We kissed and stroked our way into his front room and onto his sofa. He’d already found the lip gloss on my nipples and was gasping and groaning and then lifting up to kiss me passionately. I lent back and asked him to take my boots off, and then it was my turn to gasp as he licked from the inside of my knee down my thigh to my pussy and then up the other leg to my other knee. He’d calmed down a bit now and, kneeling in front of me, he pulled my hips forward on the sofa and started licking and sucking at my lips telling me how much he still loved my “smoothness”.

He stood up and started pulling off his own clothes. I lent forward to stroke his willy as he pulled his shirt off over his head. S doesn’t always get hard straight away, but this time he was completely erect. I love sliding the palm of my hand up and down against the underside of my mans cock. It’s almost a sense of fulfilment, or achievement, that I have made him excited like that and S is really smooth just where his cock meets his balls and I love stroking his silky flesh there.

S knelt back down on the floor though and started his licking and sucking again. It was lovely and I was already really aroused, but I wanted to regain control again and so pushed him back gently and slid off the sofa down onto him. I was rubbing my nipples on his chest as we kissed, and felt my pussy easily slide onto his cock. I was lifting and pushing and feeling very naughty. He leant back with his arms on the floor and we continued thrusting. He was uncomfortable though and wanted to move onto the sofa, but I told him to just straighten his legs out instead of kneeling. I then pushed him down onto his back completely, pushing my hands down onto his chest and telling him “I want to watch myself fucking you like this”. I was really feeling naughty and enjoying myself wanting to be more and more provocative and outrageous. I was telling him to “look at it going in” as I lifted myself up and down on him and I was looking down between my boobs bouncing from side to side and my lips sliding up and down on him. He was moaning and rolling his head from side to side and then gasped out “I’m going to come”. I pulled up off him and then sat back down again with my pussy on his balls as first a little dribble and then a sudden burst spurt out and onto his tummy. He jerked again and again with several more little spurts, and reached over to hold his willy, but I pulled his hand away and pinned his arms back onto the floor again. “You can’t hold it!” I said, and I pushed down with tummy, sliding my boobs down over him until I was lying between his legs with my head on his tummy and his cock and balls squashed gently under my neck.

He wouldn’t let me lie there for long though, saying he felt uncomfortable on the floor and that he could smell himself and wanted to wipe it up. I joked that it didn’t smell any more spermy than usual and that I would go and find some paper towels from his kitchen. He followed me into the kitchen though and after mopping each other up we stood chatting whilst he poured some wine. He told me how wonderful it was to walk around naked in his own home and that he couldn’t remember the last time his wife had seen him without any clothing at all on. He told me how wonderful my “entrance” had been and then suggested we go upstairs.

I paused in the hallway to pick-up my coat and scarf and hang them over the bannister and then followed him up to their bedroom. We sat on the bed for awhile, sipping at the wine, and chatting about people and relationships. Our strokes and caresses began to get more and more arousing for each other though and he soon pushed me back and slid down to my pussy again. His fingers and tongue just got quicker and more arousing and he lifted me up and asked me to turn over onto my knees. I just can’t relax with anybody else like this in the way I can with S. J doesn’t really enjoy my bottom anyway (though he enjoys hearing about what S can do to me), but I just find it so erotic, and so different with S. He is slow and gentle, and his fingers and thumb and his tongue is just so arousing to feel sliding over and around and in and out of me. S got off the bed to open the drawer on his bedside cabinet and then came back to kneel on the bed behind me. I asked what his wife must think he keeps it in the drawer for and then we both laughed when he said “she never goes down my drawers”. My giggles quickly stopped though when I felt that first cold dribble of the gel as he wiped it down over me. It’s a cold, but quite tingly and exciting sensation.

S just starts so wonderfully slowly like this and then I can just feel myself pushing backwards onto him and that engulfing, gasping feeling as we start pushing against each other. I can adjust the position and our motion and I feel like I’m in complete control and then he’ll reach round to flick at my nipples or slide his fingers down to my pussy and I hear myself just exploding and crying out and pumping against him. I’m not sure how long we were like this but then I just lost myself completely and came with a huge scream and fell forwards onto my tummy. I felt him splashing himself over my bum cheeks and back and then we curled up together on our sides, him cuddling into me from behind, both of us gasping and writhing together.

When I stirred, still locked in a foetal embrace with S, I knew we’d been sleeping for some time. My phone was in my coat pocket at the foot of the stairs and I knew we wouldn’t have heard the alarm I’d set as a reminder for me that I had to be going home. S got up to check the time and returned to the bed to say it had only just gone midnight. I told him I did really have to get up as we’d only fall asleep again if we just stayed lying there. We talked for a little longer and then made our way back down the stairs. S brought my boots from the front room and then dressed to walk me home, as I “dressed” myself in my coat and scarf.

It’s only a few minutes walk back to our house, and it certainly felt colder under my coat now than I had felt earlier. We stopped for a quick kiss at my gate, and S told me how “fantastic” it had been. We agreed to arrange a hotel as soon as we could and I thanked him for walking me home.

J was sitting naked in the armchair when I walked into our front room. “How was it?” he asked with that expectant grin he always has when I’ve been out with S. I’d already unbuttoned my coat in the hallway and opened it wide, “apparently I was fucking fantastic” I said. J walked across and unwrapped my scarf and pushed me down onto the sofa. “But how was it for you?” he asked as he knelt down on the floor in front of me. “Yes, it was nice” I replied. I guided his head down to my pussy and then lay back a bit more on the sofa. J lifted up and said “you’ve been bumming haven’t you?” I pulled him up onto the sofa with me and said “Yes, but don’t you want to hear how I walked into his hallway first?” . . .