Lunch with V yesterday and a Night to Remember

V had been disappointed I couldn’t see him last week and as he was flying back to Brussels for a few days on Friday afternoon I agreed to meet him for lunch.

We spent a lovely hour chatting and catching-up on each others news and plans for the summer. As always, he was just the perfect gentleman and I was flattered and honoured that he wanted me to join him for a day at the tennis when he returns to London next week. I felt terribly guilty to explain it might not be “convenient” next week, but he was gently insistent and told me he would be happy just to share my company and nothing more.

He also reprimanded me for not taking-up his offer to use his apartment for a “weekend get-away” with J, since he had sent me the keys almost two months ago. I told him that things had been so hectic with family commitments that we just hadn’t had the opportunity. I joked that “this evening would have been ideal as both the children are out, my daughter for a sleep-over and my son for an end-of-exam party!”. V replied “well that’s it then, it’s perfect, you have the keys, treat your husband to a night-out”. I laughed off his suggestion, telling him that with both the children out we didn’t need to have a “night-out” anyway. But the more I tried to change the subject, the more he kept returning to the conversation, telling me how much he thought J would enjoy a “surprise treat”. I thought of the upsetting “surprise” I’d almost let-down J with last week, (though of course I couldn’t tell V about), and started to giggle and nod that “I’m sure he would enjoy it”. V reached over to my mobile lying on the table next to my glass and tapped it and said “I challenge you to call him and ask now!” Despite my protests that he wouldn’t want to be called in the middle of work . . . !!! . . . I found V’s suggestions and persistence quite intriguing and exciting . . . and remembered J’s statement from my “spur-of-the-moment moment” that I “could’ve called first!”

So I did . . . I telephoned him to say “I’m sitting in a cafe with V . . . he’s flying out this afternoon and saying we should spend the night at his apartment”. Of course I knew we couldn’t possibly spend the whole night away from home, but I could tell by J’s reaction and his voice at the other end of the phone that he found the idea as exciting as I was, increasingly, finding it. I relayed J’s acceptance to V, who laughed and clapped his hands in an excited gesture of satisfaction. After I’d ended my call with J, telling him I’d call him back later with the arrangements, V reached across to take both my hands in his, telling me he knew J would find both the invitation, and the circumstances in which it was made, too much to resist.

Our goodbye kisses were more passionate than they should have been in public and I promised to text him tomorrow to tell him how the evening had been, and that I would accept his invitation to the tennis but that I would feel guilty about not being able to spend any time “alone” with him.

So . . . True to my word I texted him this afternoon telling him how wonderful our evening at his apartment had been. “Truly an evening to remember” I texted. And it had been . . . we had been like newly-weds over the past week anyway, (since my adventure of last Monday week) but J was even more carried-away and aroused and excited last night than I can remember him being since, I think, the first of my “flings” with S all those years ago. He wanted to indulge in every room of the apartment, despite me telling him that V and I had only consummated our affair in the main room and the bedroom. He was still following me around trying to convince me we could “do more” as I was trying to hang-up the towels on the rails in the bathroom, and clean away the glasses we’d used from V’s kitchen.

We eventually left well past 1 a.m. this morning . . . I dozed in the car on the way home . . . and we were both in such a good mood that I couldn’t even get upset when we arrived home to find my son had returned from “a boring party” with almost a dozen “mates” to have their own party in our front room. We slipped away upstairs and were soon oblivious to the noise of music and loud teenage voices from downstairs.

A wonderful, wonderfully “sexciting” evening . . . our disagreements and J’s annoyance . . . and my feelings of guilt from my indiscretion of two weeks ago, completely over with, though (obviously) not forgotten !!!

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.