A Lovely Day Out with V

Yes, to everyone who has asked, I did meet with V (sorry I’m a bit late in posting this, it has just been such a busy week).

He called me at the office late on Wednesday afternoon to say he’d arrived but would like to see me tomorrow. I’d set-off to work that morning expecting to be meeting him that evening, so was immediately a little put-out. I told him that I wasn’t sure I could make tomorrow evening, but he replied “No I meant the day, I have tickets to take you to the Tennis Championships at Wimbledon”. I was caught-off guard, and stammered that it would be difficult to take a day-off work at such short notice. On the one hand I was annoyed that he had changed his plans again so quickly and obviously had something more important than seeing me that evening as he had originally requested . . . and yet the thought of being taken out for a day to such an exclusive occasion was, of course, very tempting. I told him I would need to see if I could change my appointments and call him back later.

I was trying to balance my annoyance at being “stood-up” against the appeal of being taken to such a different and interesting occasion as Wimbledon (I’d never been before). I didn’t want to make him think I was the type of woman for whom he could chop and change arrangements with whenever he wanted to. I did seriously think about saying “no” and ruminated for an hour or so . . . partly because I wasn’t sure how I felt about allowing myself to be “put-off” from a previously arranged appointment, and partly because I wanted to make him wait !!

I telephoned J to ask him what he thought. His immediate response was “you don’t even like Tennis !” and “what has he said about the evening, after the tennis?” I could tell that he was busy and either couldn’t really talk, or that he didn’t want me to go, so I told him I would say no.

He phoned back in a few minutes though and said he was being “selfish” and that “of course you should go. It’s ladies semi-finals day, if he’s got tickets for Centre Court, do you know how much they are going for?” I told him that V hadn’t mentioned anything about what sort of tickets he had, just that he had tickets. But, with J’s encouragement and, of course, my own feelings inside, I knew I would call V back and say “Yes”. (Though, of course, I made it seem like it had been a really, really difficult, decision to make and arrange!!)

That evening J was all over me, even the children chastising him for continually “cuddling” me in the kitchen as I was preparing dinner instead of the pizza’s they’d been promised by J. He was even more frustrated later upstairs as I had all sorts of outfits laid out on the bed, trying to choose what I was going to wear! Needless to say, I enjoyed his attentions and the flirting with him as I tried-on various items, teasing him with what I “wasn’t going to wear underneath”.

I met V in Fulham and as we talked over coffee he explained why he’d been unable to meet me the previous evening (perfectly understandable and something which is not appropriate to detail here). We got a taxi out to Wimbledon . . . and it was just such an enjoyable day! I had seen brief glimpses of the grounds on television, but to actually be there was just so, so different to how I’d imagined it. The atmosphere, the crowds bustling around between the courts, the ivy, the perfectly cut grass on the courts, and the green and purple everywhere on the brickwork and buildings was just wonderful to see and feel part of. V did have Centre Court tickets (he goes every year, normally for several days, and would be taking an important client to the Men’s Finals on the Sunday). We lunched in the Wingfield Restaurant, and later between one of the matches, had drinks in a roof bar overlooking the outside courts. V led us round for a walk around the courts and of course I just had to have Strawberries and Cream. It was such a lovely atmosphere and I although I have never really been interested before, I found myself caught-up in the atmosphere, particularly watching the young Chinese girl playing so well in the second half of the match against Serena Williams.

V was the perfect host throughout and the tone of his invitation for me to return to his apartment was almost as though he was half-expecting me to turn him down. Of course I accepted, and we agreed that as we’d eaten and snacked so much during the day we simply didn’t need an evening meal. Even so, as we didn’t leave until well after 9 p.m., it was after ten o’clock by the time we arrived at his apartment. V poured drinks whilst I stood on the balcony looking out over the river, and phoned J to say I would be home later. He was asking me all sorts of questions but I told him I had just had a “lovely day” and would tell all later if he waited up for me. V joined me on the balcony and we stood chatting for a while with him pointing out the lights of various landmarks along the river. It really was an extraordinary and impressive view. He began kissing and stroking me and I returned his kisses and then pulled away to ask if he’d mind if I showered “first” as I felt a little uncomfortable about having been walking and sitting and walking and sitting again all through the day.

He led me to the bathroom which was really more like a large tiled room with the shower itself in one corner where the floor tiles just sloped into a natural shower base. There were large mirrors and a wash basin and towel racks just inside the door and lots of chrome and glass shapes everywhere . . . Just beautiful. He helped me undress and gasped when he lifted my dress up over my head to discover that I had nothing on beneath. “You have been the whole day without knickers?” he asked. I replied that it had been perfectly warm enough and I often felt more comfortable without. I helped unbutton his shirt and gasped myself when I helped him step-out of his trousers and pants. He was already erect and it was as impressive as I’d remembered (and talked about with J at home the previous evening!).

We showered together, me resisting his attempts to pull me completely under the water jet as I didn’t want to get my hair wet. He was laughing and continually sucking at my nipples telling me how much he’d missed such “incredible bullets”. It was strange to have someone complimenting me so much on my breasts when both S and J pay so much more attention to my pussy and bottom. Although I find it difficult to get “too aroused” in the shower, I was enjoying his attentions and conscious that my nipples were quite erect and hard. But it was his cock I wanted to see more. It really is thick and I was stroking and pulling at him as much as he sucked and squeezed at my breasts.

We towelled each other dry (well almost) and he led me into the bedroom. Whilst he returned to the kitchen to top-up our wine I stood by the full-length windows gazing out again at the lights along the river. I was thinking how lucky I was to be experiencing a day like I had just had, and the situation I was finding myself in, and then telling myself that I deserved it, that he should be the one thinking how lucky he was. That I should be the one in control, I could do this, I deserved to be able to do this . . . I was aroused and excited.

V returned with the wine and led me back to the bed. He was soon playing and sucking with my nipples again and we rolled more into the centre of the bed. I was encouraging him to “bite them” but had to push him gently away after a minute or so as his nibbles began to get a little too hard. He slid down between my legs and I lifted myself up into his face as he licked at me. I was very worked-up and enjoying his tongue flicking around me. As we both pushed against each other though I began to feel his stubble scraping against my lips and started to lose my concentration so I pulled him upwards to my nipples again and then rolled him over onto his back. I wanted to be able to play with him more than I had on our previous meeting. I wanted to look and touch at him more. He was thick and hard and I wanted to feel it inside my mouth. I squeezed my fingers around him and licked and then sucked him inside. It felt warm and hard and thick and the feeling, and the sense of it was making me more excited and wet again. I wanted to feel it inside me and slid up over him pushing him back with my hands on his shoulders. He was smiling up at me and I could tell was enjoying my attentions. Neither of us were saying anything, other than the little gasps as I sat up and then down onto him.

As I told J later when we were reliving my day (and night), although he feels really big when I have him in my mouth, I don’t really feel any more “filled-up” when he is inside me like this. The idea of it is nice of course, and I loved being able to look down as I lifted myself up and down on him, and could see his thickness sliding in and out of me, but the actual feeling isn’t any more intense or different when I do the same with J or S.

V was reaching up and playing with my nipples again and then pulling me down by my shoulders to kiss me. He then rolled me over onto my back so that he was now on top of me, leaning forward and sucking on my breasts again. We were rocking back and forth and I could tell by his gasps that he was enjoying this position more than when I had been sitting on top of him. Then he rolled me onto my side more, re-adjusting our positions so that he was lifting my leg up and sliding into me from the side. I could now reach down and show him I was playing with my clit as we both pulled away from each other a little. I was feeling very naughty and very aroused and enjoying him leaning forward and sucking on my nipples again. I was rubbing faster and faster but then he wanted to change positions again and roll me more onto my back. I’d lost my concentration a little as we re-adjusted and he lifted my legs up. He was stroking into me but as I’d lost the sensation a little I told him I wanted to taste myself on him. “Bring me your cock up here” I asked him . . . and he pulled out and lifted up to rub himself over my chest. I told him to smack my nipples with it and we were both gasping as he slapped it down on each of my boobs in turn. I grasped his bum cheeks and pulled him further up so that I could lift up and suck him into my mouth. He was leaning forward over me and pushing so hard into my face I was almost choking for breath and I had to push him away a bit to get comfortable. I told him I loved tasting myself like that and I reached under him to play with his balls whilst I continued to suck up and down on him. I could hear him groaning and murmuring and then he pulled away and slid down me again. He then rolled off the bed and pulled me by my hips over to one side. He was standing on the floor now and opening my legs apart and then sliding into me. I could see his cock pushing in and out and wanted to reach down and start playing with myself again but he was already pumping faster and faster and gasping louder and louder. I could see by his face that he was going to come so told him “not inside V, come out”. He answered “I know” but continued pumping and holding my legs apart with a hand on each knee. Then he shouted out loudly and pulled out, thrusting forwards. He continued thrusting, pulling my legs around his hips now and I reached out to try and pull him closer as well. He was pumping and gasping, rubbing his cock on my tummy. I’d been pulled almost off the bed and could feel my legs dangling and my bottom right on the edge. I was holding onto him as he kept thrusting and stroking back and forth. I could feel his cock sliding on my tummy and his balls slapping against me. He was groaning loudly and then just started to stop stroking forwards. I thought that perhaps he wasn’t going to come after all and glanced down at his cock resting on my stomach. Then he shouted out again loudly and suddenly a large spurt shot out and up onto my chest. He pushed forwards again with several more quick strokes and I could see, and feel, more splashes against me. He was groaning loudly and telling me how “magnificent” I was. I was giggling and trying to hold him still against me so that I wouldn’t slide down off the bed. I told him it sounded nice to be called magnificent with his accent, and he reeled off more compliments in French as we pulled ourselves back properly onto the bed.

We lay together for quite some time, pausing to reach up for sips of wine and then rolling over onto our stomach to look out over the river again. I suddenly realised that the blinds hadn’t been drawn, but V laughed at my concern and pointed out that the only way that the room would be visible would be from someone at the same level, with binoculars, from the other side of the river. We sipped and talked and he began stroking and kissing my back, then sliding his hands down to my bottom and between my legs. I wanted to be aroused, and knew I should be given all the circumstances of the day, and where I was, and the company I was in, but for some reason I was conscious of the hour and that it was a long journey home. He was saying we “haven’t spent enough time yet” and “we can do more, it is still early enough”. He told me that I could stay the night if I wished and how much he wanted to “wake up beside each other”. But I said “perhaps next time” and that I really had to get home. I knew I had stayed-out much later with S than this, and had stayed out all night on previous occasions with M, but as with the last time I had been with V, my arousal had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Later on, when I was explaining it to J, I think it is because I feel I lose my confidence in his presence. Perhaps because he was a client first, and, (an unexpected), lover second. Perhaps it is because his life-style is so much greater than ours . . . but for some reason I just suddenly lost my desire, and therefore my control.

I could sense a disappointment in Vs voice. He was saying he felt on two occasions now that he hadn’t been able to give me the enjoyment I had given him. But I told him I had had one of the most enjoyable, and special, days of my life and that I had enjoyed every minute of the day, and the evening! As I dressed, and he called a taxi, we talked more about the office and my family. He asked if I would perhaps feel more comfortable if I joined him in Brussels for a weekend. I told him I was very flattered to be asked, but it was always difficult to get away for any length of time because of the children. He completely surprised me by saying “Bring your husband and children with you then. You should all be my guests, we will have time together on a different time”. I thanked him and told him he was a perfect gentleman . . . and he is.

In the taxi on the way home, after I’d texted J to tell him I was on my way, I tried telling myself that if there is a next time, I want to stay in control the WHOLE time !!

About the author: Edith

Happily married and living in England, Edith has several lovers that keep her very busy. She believes every woman should be able to indulge in a little extra excitement and pleasure from time-to-time.

Part Two of my Bank Holiday

Having woken up and just laying together for some time I told him we really did need some food so we moved to the kitchen. S wanted coffee whilst I started preparing an omelette and mixing together an M&S salad from the fridge. We ate at the dining room table, still both naked, and our conversation turned again to our families and our hopes and expectations for our children (they are all of a similar age). It was now raining outside and S wondered if the barbeque would be affected and worried that perhaps J and the children may decide to come home early. I reassured him that they were definitely staying over and that J would always let me know if they’d had to change their plans.

I suggested more wine and returning to the front room. S followed and I asked him to select a new DVD from our collection whilst I lounged back onto the sofa bed. S joined me and I sat back whilst he flicked through the scene-selection menu. We just cuddled and stroked, becoming more adventurous with our kissing and fondling and slowly began turning our attention away from the screen and more to each other. My nipples were really sensitive and I encouraged him to keep sucking at them as he gripped me by the shoulders and rocked me from side to side as he moved from one breast to the other. I was loving the feeling and didn’t want him to move further down my tummy yet. I hugged him into me and kept whispering him to “not go anywhere else yet”. I could feel his willy against me and I was feeling completely relaxed and warm and aroused.

As my nipples began to feel a little more tender I opened my legs and we adjusted ourselves and he slid inside me. It was really nice to be just slowly and patiently pushing against one another, kissing and stroking and sliding up and down. S would occasionally pull completely out and slide down to kiss at my tummy and tease my clit with his tongue and then sliding up again holding his mouth open and allowing me to push my boob forward with which ever nipple I wanted him to close his lips around. I would hold his head and tell him “not too hard” and feel myself pushing my hips against him and feeling his willy pushing into me again. We stopped and started several times and I pushed him over onto his back and sat up next to him to stroke his cock for a while. He had both hands reaching forward still playing with my boobs and I’d pull away every so often to lean down and suck on him.

We stopped for awhile . . . both needing trips to the bathroom. He was lying on his stomach watching the screen when I returned, so I lay on top of his back, rubbing my boobs over his back, down over his bum cheeks and then up the small of his back and spine and up to his shoulder blades. I lent forward kissing at his ears and he was gasping at how nice the feeling was. I slid back down his back to playfully bite his bum cheeks. He squirmed and turned over, his cock popping up as he turned onto his back. I cooed my admiration and immediately sucked down on him. He was pushing more quickly now so I lifted away and then straddled myself over him asking “would you like me to fuck you now?” He let me lift up and down on him for only a few strokes before he pulled me away and turned me over onto my back opening my legs out really wide and starting to lick at me. With the sudden change in pace and position I found myself really starting to tingle. His tongue was lapping at me and then as he lifted me further upwards by my hips I felt his tongue licking further around me towards his favourite spot. I could hear myself gasping and groaning with excitement then allowing myself to be turned over onto my knees. His tongue was sliding around and pushing into me. I felt myself tingling with the excitement of releasing myself to him as he lifted me up and pushed my arms up against the back of the sofa bed. The pause, whilst he moved off the bed for a moment, seemed to just heighten the tension and excitement. I smelt the gel before I felt it. Then the coldness against my skin and his probing finger and kisses on my bum cheeks and I could hear myself gasping and moaning. I was so, so worked up it almost seemed as though he was teasing me with the delay in moving closer against me. Then I felt him against me again, his hands on my cheeks moving me apart, and then that gushing, gasping push. I was moaning loudly as I felt his hands on my hips pulling himself onto me. He was kissing my neck and ear now, asking “what do you want” as we pushed against each other. I was gripping onto the top of the back of the sofa-bed, riding him against me and we were both pushing back and forth. I could hear, as well as feel, him pushing into me, his tummy slapping against my bum cheeks. He kept asking “what do you want” in time with his grunts and thrusts. I was gasping and groaning loudly back at him. “Fucking, fucking”. Our rocking and thrusting went on and was easier but still completely engulfing as we continued. I know I get carried away when I am relaxed enough to completely let myself go like this . . . I could hear myself gasping and swearing in rhythm.

Even being completely relaxed as I was I can’t come like this. It wasn’t until he slid his hands around in front of me, teasing my nipples for a few minutes before sliding his hands down over my tummy to my pussy and then circling his fingers around and around my lips. He stroked his finger into me and then started sliding it back to play with my clit . . . he knows what this does. He was gasping into my ear, and I was screaming out my response . . . and I just couldn’t go on. He was still pushing into me and holding me around my tummy but I just had to pull his hands away and collapse sideways away from him, gasping and crying out with the release of the pressure and the bursting, tingling sensation of my come. I heard S groaning and gasping as well as I curled-up into the foetal position I just have to take when I have such an intense come like this. It wasn’t until a few moments later as he adjusted himself and then cuddled-up behind me in a comforting embrace, that I felt his wetness on my back and the sheet beneath us. We lay together not saying anything at all, just breathing heavily . . . and then completely falling into a deep sleep.

We slept for two hours . . . woken up by the sound of quite heavy rain against the patio outside. The DVD screen was back to the static main menu. S got up to find his watch. I asked him for more wine and sat-up to accept the glass as he returned to the sofa bed. He said he would have to think about going soon . . . I acted teasingly hurt and disappointed, pulling at him gently and making him sit back on the sofa bed. We sipped at our wine as I tried to persuade him it was “too early to leave me yet”. He was already semi-erect anyway, and with my stroking and suggestive kisses on his cheek, I could feel him getting harder in my hand. Then my phone rang. S got up off the bed to pick it up from where I’d left it in the kitchen, announcing as he walked back towards the sofa that it was J’s name that was flashing on the screen. J had rung off before S reached me, so I immediately called him back, motioning to S that he should sit back down beside me. J was just “checking-in” to see if everything was alright and if I’d finished “entertaining”. I held out my glass so that S could top-up my wine whilst I told J that we were “still enjoying a relaxing time watching your movies in the front room”. I cheekily opened my legs whilst I continued chatting to J asking him how the barbeque was going and if the kids were behaving themselves. I was actually tingling at the excitement of talking to my husband on the phone whilst sitting naked with my lover on our sofa-bed. With the phone in one hand and my glass of wine in the other I couldn’t touch my “tingly spot” but I was opening and closing my legs suggestively for S and lifting my hips up and down motioning to him that I needed “soothing”. He lent forward to lick at me and I opened my legs wider gasping with the thrill of his tongue flicking across me whilst I was actually talking to my husband on the phone. J noticed the change in my voice and asked what was happening. Almost as though I was afraid someone would overhear my voice on the other end of the telephone, I whispered out “I’m being naughty while you’re talking to me”. “How naughty?” J asked with a sudden change in the tempo of his own voice. I explained that I was sitting up with my back against the sofa bed with “my lover lying between my legs sucking on my bits”. J was gasping down the other end of the telephone at how fantastic that was and to “keep talking, keep saying what’s happening”. It was an incredibly exciting feeling to know I was being tongued and licked around my pussy whilst my husband was on the other end of the phone. I couldn’t talk, only gasp and groan as I could feel S beginning to enjoy the situation as well. I could hear J saying “what’s happening, what are you doing?” I was saying back “Is anyone with you, where are you”. He replied that he was in the upstairs guest room at his brothers and was on his own and just wanted to hear me “being fucked”. He kept saying “let me hear it, I wish I could see it”. I was telling him that I was only being licked, but I was getting quite carried away with the sensation of what we were actually doing that I could feel myself starting to come again. I glanced down at S who was looking up at me as he continued to swirl his tongue around me and then lifted away a little to slide his finger inside me and then start flicking and licking again. I was gasping down the phone how naughty I felt and how much I loved it and how much I “love you”.

I came again . . . not as intensely as I had a couple of hours earlier, but enough to be gasping and moaning into the telephone and telling J how wonderful he was for letting me be like this. He was gasping back how fantastic I was and how he wished he could be watching it all happen. S was just sitting up now . . . I suddenly sensed that he looked a little upset so handed him my glass of wine and told J that I would have to go. He wanted to know why we couldn’t talk more and what was wrong, but I told him I promised I would call him later. I hung-up and apologised to S, telling him that it had been so naughty and that I’d just got carried away and I hoped I hadn’t upset him. He said he loved hearing me talk dirty like that and that he loved looking at, and tasting, my pussy. I still felt guilty in some way . . . I suppose because I was worried he might have felt “subsidiary” in some way. I cuddled into him, stroking at him and telling him that I really had such a wonderful day and that I’d hoped he had enjoyed it as well. He replied that of course he had and that he always enjoyed every minute of the time we spent together. I told him I wasn’t going to let him go home yet and pushed him backwards onto the sofa-bed. It was now my turn to spread his legs and suck down on him. I lay down between his legs, scraping my nails along the inside of his legs, teasing him by letting the back of my hand rub against his balls as I scratched gently up and down on each leg. I pushed his legs even wider . . . he was now getting hard again . . . and then plunged my mouth down on him sucking at him as hard as I had earlier. I could taste the gel on him at first, but then as I stroked up and down it just felt nice and warm and really, really hard as I sucked downwards and he pushed upwards. He was trying to close his legs and move forwards a bit on the bed but I kept holding his legs apart sucking up and down with faster and faster strokes. He eventually lifted me away though and turned me over to lay me on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the sofa-bed, he stood at the side of the sofa lifting my legs up and pushing them back so that my knees were at the side of my head. He was rubbing his willy over my lips, tapping it against my clit in a smacking motion and then reaching down to spread my lips apart so that he could slide into my pussy. When I looked up at him I could see his eyes were closed, but I could tell from the straining motion on his face that he wanted to come. He was stroking back and forth into me quite aggressively and as he is not normally like this I felt that perhaps he had been a little annoyed at my phone conversation with J earlier. Although I knew I wasn’t going to come again, it was a nice sensation and I wanted to be naughty for him. I was encouraging him to “fuck me, really hard” and pushing my pussy back against him to meet his thrusting. He was getting faster and faster and then cried out with a loud groaning sound as he pulled away and splashed all over my legs and tummy.

He stood by the side of the bed for a few moments, but then I pulled him in beside me and we lay together again cuddling and stroking each others backs and arms. We lay for half an hour or so, talking and telling each other how nice and naughty we had both been. I asked him to stay longer, telling him it would be nice if he could “sleep over” all night. But he said he wouldn’t be able to come up with any believable excuse to tell his wife . . . so we just lay for another hour or so, talking and finishing our wine. I got up and helped him gather up his clothes and then sat on the edge of the sofa bed whilst he got dressed. We kissed quite passionate goodbyes at the door and agreed that it really had been a wonderful day. I was quite genuine when I told him that I had enjoyed his company as well, and that it hadn’t all been about just the sexy time we’d had.

After he left I lay back down on the sofa-bed and called J back to tell him my day was over. He told me he hoped I’d saved some energy for his own return the next day, telling me he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. I replied I imagined I wouldn’t have any problem at all in sleeping . . . and I certainly didn’t !!!

About the author: Edith

Happily married and living in England, Edith has several lovers that keep her very busy. She believes every woman should be able to indulge in a little extra excitement and pleasure from time-to-time.

V Returns to London

V returns this week

Just a short note to say that V arrives back in London tomorrow.

He has asked me to meet him for a meal and “catch-up” . . . and I have agreed to meet him after work.

So . . . I may have some more news at the weekend.

I also just wanted to say “thank you” to all the personal email messages that have been coming in over the past few weeks. I am sorry if I haven’t yet replied to all of you . . . I do try and work through them all, but time seems to be rushing-by so fast this year that I know I am falling behind. I promise I will try and respond to all of your messages as soon as I can.

About the author: Edith

Happily married and living in England, Edith has several lovers that keep her very busy. She believes every woman should be able to indulge in a little extra excitement and pleasure from time-to-time.