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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.

An evening out with D

After we’d had coffee (and shopping) together on the weekend, D phoned on Monday to ask “what would you say if I said I’d like to meet-up for a meal”. I was caught slightly off-guard as I hadn’t expected him to call, but found myself answering, “I’d say yes, that would be nice”. He suggested a favourite restaurant of his which was actually quite a way from where he lives and quite a journey for me once I left my office on Wednesday. But at least it certainly would be discreet and we were unlikely to bump into friends or neighbours.

The day was actually very busy and I hadn’t really thought much about the meeting until I changed my shoes and freshened-up as I prepared to leave. I had those familiar nervous flutters in my stomach as I walked to the station, and started having more second-thoughts as I sat myself down on the tube. But I just kept telling myself that unlike my usual “evenings out” this really was just for a meal . . . and “nothing else”.

He was waiting in his car in the station car park as he’d said he would be and we drove the short distance to park near the restaurant. He was obviously well-known to the waiters and was warmly greeted as we arrived . . . and we just enjoyed a lovely meal and lovely evening. Conversation seemed even easier and just flowed even more naturally than it has for our coffee meetings. D has such a warm and engaging personality and it wasn’t until we suddenly noticed that we were the only people left in the restaurant that I realised we’d been sitting there for over three hours . . .

As I gave him directions during our drive home I explained I couldn’t have him drop me off directly outside our gate, not because I didn’t want him to know where I lived, but because I didn’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing me being dropped off by a strange man. He laughed at being described “a strange man”, but then asked, (for the first time since we’d first bumped into each other in the supermarket car park) what I’d told J about him and where I’d told him I was going that evening. I replied as non-committally as I could that “he doesn’t mind me going out occasionally”. He didn’t question me any further, and we sat chatting for at least another 30 minutes after we’d parked.

Eventually, I pointed out the time and thanked him for a lovely evening. As he had been throughout the entire evening, he was the perfect gentleman and reached across me to open the car door. I hesitated, wondering if he was going to attempt a kiss . . . but he sat back against his seat . . . and I wondered if I should be the one giving him a peck of thanks on the cheek, but . . .

J was waiting in his usual position . . . and usual state! . . . on the sofa, and was disappointed as I described what had (and hadn’t) happened during our evening. And, for the first time in a long time after an evening out, I didn’t really feel like . . .

May 16, 2010 | 0 comments | View Post

Late Night and Early Morning with S . . .

S called on Friday morning to say he would definitely be at home on his own over the weekend as his wife and children would be away at their in-laws. He asked if I’d like to stay “for a sleepover” . . . but I knew J would really prefer me to come home, so I told him I’d pop round and “let’s just see . . . I can’t promise.”

My son wasn’t coming home for the weekend, so it was only my daughter that I’d have to fib to about “going out for a night with the girls” . . . and she quickly told us that she was going out with her friends anyway . . . so I was able to relax early on Saturday evening and enjoy a long bath. J was making his usual suggestions about what I should (and shouldn’t) wear, each of which I would dismiss as being tacky, or tarty, rather than sexy. His excitement, and comments, do still make me tingly though and always seem to make me feel a little more naughty, rather than just the flutters of nervousness I do still have when I know I’m going out “for an evening”. He followed me into the bedroom and sat back on the bed whilst I did my nails and then immediately obliged when I told him to “come over here and make yourself useful and blow the hairdryer over my toes to dry the polish”.

I’d already decided on a black skirt and floral silk (Ted Baker) blouse, along with a pair of hold-ups that S had loved so much on our last meeting. And now I was enjoying instructing J to bring them off the hanger on the back of the bedroom door where I’d hung them up before my bath. I unwrapped my towel and told S he could roll the hold-ups on for me . . . as long as he was careful not to ladder them. I was enjoying my role of ordering him around the room, bringing me my clothes, and then some jewellery from my drawer, and I could tell from the bulge in his track pants that he was enjoying it as well. I had him zip up my skirt and when he asked “what about knickers?” I giggled and said “do you think I need any?” . . . He tried persuading me to lay down on the bed with him but I told him he had to “save it up for later, you can get my shoes and coat instead please!”

It was still light as I walked round to S’s house and I texted as I walked to tell him I’d forgotten my keys. He answered the door and he embraced me tightly in the hallway, nodding in-between kisses, to my question “are you sure the family is away all evening”. We continued our kisses and fondles into the front room, where he sat me down on the sofa and poured me some wine. I suddenly noticed the sound and vision from his television . . . “Oh, I can tell you definitely have the house to yourself” I pointed to what was clearly not a family DVD playing on the screen. S has always been fascinated by my admission that I enjoy watching movies like this with J, and has loved the several occasions when I’ve had them on when I’ve entertained him in our own front room, but I can only remember one other occasion when he’s played one on his own TV. “I’ve been shopping” he said, “and I’ve bought you something else as well”. I giggled back “have you now, what might that be?” But he replied “just sit back and watch, I’ll show you later.” He wasn’t paying much attention to the movie for very long though, despite my teasing and attempts at brushing his hands away telling him “you’ve got me watching now. Hmmm . . . Very interesting!!!” I pointed at the contortions happening on the screen.

S soon dropped down onto the floor in front of me stroking my legs again as he had last week. I opened them wider and moaned as he realised I had no knickers to stop him from kissing around the tops of the lace and then licking up into my pussy. I put my glass down onto the table beside the sofa and held his head with both hands as I spread wider. I was moaning teasingly asking him “don’t you want to watch your movie?”, but holding his head firmly between my legs. He pulled away to sit back on his heels and pulled his shirt off over his head. I helped him struggle his arms out of the sleeves and then told him to stand so that I could undo his belt. His hardness popped-out in front of me as he stepped out of his trousers and pants, but I just kissed it briefly on the head and then pulled him by his arms down onto his knees in front of me again. “I want to watch some more” I told him, “even if you don’t”. He was gurgling and groaning as I slid my bottom further forward on the sofa and held his head as it bobbed up and down. I started describing what was happening on the screen, lifting first one leg, and then the other, up so that he could peel off my stockings. Then I lifted up my bottom so that he could unzip my skirt and slide it off over my hips and down under my ankles. I was enjoying telling him what was happening in the movie . . . it was making me feel naughtier and naughtier as I was telling him “she’s loving it” and “ohhh, there’s three of them now”. He pulled away to look back over his shoulder, and I released him long enough for me to lift my blouse up over my head and then drape it down over his back, letting it go before pulling his head back round, and down again. My bottom was right on the edge of the sofa and he was pushing my legs wider apart with his hands on my knees and his tongue licking gorgeously all around me.

I was getting really carried away and not interested in the TV at all now. He stood up and lifted me by the hips, and just slid straight into me. The sound of the television was drowned out now by our own gasps and groans, and the squeaking of the sofa as he was really thrusting into me. I’d lifted my legs up around behind him and was just holding onto his arms as we pounded up and down on the sofa cushion. I was gasping out “fuck me, fuck me” and he was gasping back “I am!!”. He was thrusting really forcibly and really quickly and then I felt him pull out . . . I was just gasping out “don’t stop it” and trying to twist beneath him to get it back in, when he let out a huge groan and thrust. I could feel him sliding across my pussy lips and then felt him splashing onto my tummy. I only needed a few more strokes of his slippery sliding over my pussy though before I let go as well . . . both of us gasping and groaning and holding our position against each other, me gripping him with my legs behind his back and he holding me by my arms, still standing over me, shuddering and shaking. We eventually released each other and somehow cuddled up together on the sofa.

It was too uncomfortable for us to hold our embrace for too long though, eventually sitting up and sipping at more wine and then sitting back to watch more of his DVD. Things began to get a little boring though and I asked him what else he’d bought? “Let’s go upstairs” he said, so we collected up the wine and he led up to the bedroom. I laughed the instant I walked into the room . . . there laid out in the middle of the bed was a bright pink vibrator, a double-headed vibrator! “You better make sure you hide that away carefully” I said to him as we collapsed together on the bed. I picked it up, twisting the knob to start the buzzing. S told me he’d seen our one in our toy-box. “And I remember telling you that I’m not always in the mood” I said, shaking it at him and turning the buzzing off. I lay back and let him slide down between my legs again. He wanted to sit up and reach for his new toy, but I pushed it away and pulled him back down again. “I told you!!” I admonished.

His tongue, and then fingers, soon had me feeling quite aroused again though . . . and thinking about him buying his new toy for me was also making me get more and more excited. He told me I tasted lovely and wet. “You’ll still need your gel though” I replied. He looked up at me grinning like an excited naughty school boy and rolled over to open the drawer in the bedside cabinet. I lay back watching him smearing the gel over the prongs and then gasped as I felt the first buzzing against my lips. I reached down to spread them for him as he continued to slide it over my button. I was already feeling really carried away with the feeling, and the thoughts, as he slid and rubbed it around. I had my eyes closed but still holding my lips apart for him, and moaning “in”. I felt it pushing between my lips and then him twisting it round and positioning the other prong. I lifted my hips as he smeared more gel onto me, his fingers sliding and probing. The buzzing sound, and the feel of his fingers and the gel, and the thoughts of what I was doing for him making me more aroused and shuddering already with tingles and waves of the sensation of the second head pushing in. He was saying “fantastic, it looks fantastic”. I had to reach behind me to pull the pillow down the bed and then lifted my hips and back up again so that he could slide it in beneath me. I felt him kissing my tummy as he kept telling me how he loved watching me like this . . . I was coming with really loud squeals and gasps shuddering from side to side and eventually pushing his hands away and pulling it out. “No more now, I can’t . . . no more” and signalling with my hands for him to take it away. I rolled off the pillow and curled up on the bed. He curled up behind me telling me how “incredible” it had been.

We slept for a long, long time. I hadn’t set my alarm, but I could sense it was really late. I turned over to look for his bedside clock. “She took it away, said it was spoiling her sleep” he said, when I asked where it had gone. “She uses her phone now, like you”. I giggled and he laughed that that was the only similarity between us. I smacked him on the shoulder and told him to stop being so bitter and naughty. “I thought you liked being naughty?” he replied. I giggled again . . .

We lay cuddled together talking. He rarely ever talked about his wife anymore, but now was telling me all about her latest quibbles and complaints. I listened, but kept interjecting that he should be thankful that she was such a good mother and so house-proud . . . their house always looked immaculate and tidy, “much more so than mine” I told him.

As we continued talking his hands were straying and stroking again, but I pushed them gently away. “Quite sensitive . . . everywhere . . . you’ve had enough now”, I told him. Even my nipples felt uncomfortable and he’d hardly touched them at all. I rolled him over onto his back. He was quite hard and it felt really warm inside my mouth when I slid down to suck him in. I just cupped one hand below his balls and pushed back on his chest with my other hand to keep him still, whilst I sucked up and down on him. His breathing didn’t seem to be changing at all for quite some minutes . . . I lifted away and stroked him with my hand and looked up to ask “aren’t you enjoying?” He had his eyes closed, but nodded, saying it was lovely and he needed more. I leant forward again and sucked him in again. He still wasn’t twisting, or responding, as he normally would and I was beginning to think I would have to try something else. But then as I lifted off and gripped my fingers around him so that I could swirl my tongue around his head, I saw that little moist puddle appear in the eye. I stroked my hand up and down gently, flicking him with my tongue and then stroking down with my fingers again. He gasped and then first a dribble, then a little flood of white erupted from his head and down over my fingers. I was worried that it hadn’t been his usual spurting and splashing, but he responded that I’d drained him so much downstairs earlier that he obviously “didn’t have much left”. I lay forward on him, rubbing it over our tummies and sliding up to cuddle him again. He asked if I was going to stay. I told him I couldn’t, but it was really late and he’d had me for hours already. He said he just loved the idea of waking up and starting again . . . I laughed and said I was going out for a run with the girls in the morning “perhaps I’ll stop by on the way back for a rub-down”. He sat up on his elbows with a wonderful expectant look on his face “that would be great!” he said. I giggled that I was only teasing and that I was always sticky and smelly after a run. We laughed together when he said he loved me being sticky and smelly. I told him that we always stopped for a coffee in the park afterwards and then walked back down my road together, so I could hardly go off in another direction! “Why don’t you come here beforehand then?” he asked. I told him I thought he was being silly, but . . . “I’ll see”.

S walked me home. I was freezing though as I’d stuffed my stockings, skirt and top into my bag and just pulled on my coat thinking J would love it for me to arrive home like this. But it had suddenly turned really cold and from the water on the pavement it had obviously been raining quite heavily. A quick peck on the cheek at my gate, and another “I’ll see” to his repeated requests that I pop-in in the morning.

The light was off in the front room, J had obviously given up and gone off to bed. I could see the dim light from the bedside lamp on under our bedroom door as I crept up the stairs. He was awake as I walked into the room, and sat up grinning, and groaning, as I took my coat off and knelt onto the bed. “It was so late, I thought you weren’t coming home” he said. I lay down to let him start kissing me as he likes to . . . and whispered, “he wants me to pop back in the morning!” . . .

J woke me at 7.00. He hadn’t let me fall straight off to sleep when I’d got into bed (!!!) and now we was waking me again! “Too early!” I was complaining. But his kisses and touching, and whispering “how sexy to actually do it, go round there, let yourself in, you’ve got his keys in the drawer. Just do it. It would be amazing!” His teasing and kissing, and naughty suggestions, got me going. I told him I’d think about it whilst I had a quick shower. The water and soap, and J standing naked at the open shower door, made me more and more excited at the idea. I told him to get back to the bedroom, that he was just being silly, and that he’d wake our daughter . . . but I was tingling . . .

It was raining steadily as I jogged round the corner to his house, wondering what I was doing, hoping none of the neighbours would see me letting myself in. He was actually standing in the hallway, dressed and holding a cup of tea. “I didn’t think you would come, I’ve just been having breakfast”, he said. We embraced and he told me how much he liked my running pants. “Well you’d better get them off me quickly” I told him. “I can’t stay out long”. We undressed each other in his hallway, but I told him I wanted to go back upstairs. J had been teasing me before I’d left, that I’d never had “that visiting massage from R” that he always thought of whenever I was getting dressed to go to the gym. I had those same thoughts racing through my head, I was tingling with how naughty this was and I wanted to be comfortable on his bed, not on the sofa.

We fell back onto the bed, his hands sliding all over me. He could obviously tell from my moaning how worked up I was . . . and I could feel from his willy slapping against me, how worked up he was. He lifted me up and turned me round onto my knees, but I had to tell him “only kisses and licks. I don’t want anything else there”. He let me roll round onto my back again and as we embraced he just slid into me. We were pushing and bucking against each other for just a few strokes before he started gasping really loudly. He pulled out and almost straight away splashed onto my tummy, spurting with big thrusts and squeezing into me, holding me by my shoulders and gasping out “sorry, sorry”. As he lifted up, I slid my hands down over my tummy, smearing and wiping his wetness back over my chest and nipples. “Suck them” I told him. He leant forward and I groaned with the sensation, twisting and pushing myself up against him. I was feeling so naughty, letting myself go, squirming beneath him, opening my legs as wide as they would go and then pushing him by the shoulders down to my pussy. “Lick me, eat my cunt”. I knew I was being noisy, and naughty, and wilful . . . I needed it so much, for a few moments I thought I was losing it, wondering if I was being too naughty in my instructions to him, too forceful in my grip on his head. Then I felt his fingers, sliding in and out under his tongue flicking over and over my clit . . .

He said he’d never heard me being so noisy, and shuddering and shaking so much afterwards. And, certainly, I had to lie still for quite a while, lifting my hands in protest each time he tried to cuddle or kiss me. Eventually I could roll over onto my back and stretch my legs out. He got up to go downstairs and bring me a glass of juice . . . and my running clothes. We lay together talking again, recovering and cuddling. “Can you come round again this evening? he wanted to know, as he stroked my back. I swore at him “. . . you are never satisfied!!!”

I’d been gone much longer than for a normal jog around the park. I told him I had to get back and do breakfast. “Do you think J will feel like breakfast?” he asked. I laughed, “probably not” . . . and he certainly didn’t !!!

May 03, 2010 | 0 comments | View Post

Wednesday meeting with V….

V had called on Monday to say he’d be flying in on Wednesday and had booked a room for the evening (his apartment is still being used by a member of staff at his London office).

As I got ready for work that morning J made his usual suggestions as to what I should wear . . . I let him choose one of my M&S black bra and knickers sets and packed it into my work bag to change into after work. It has been a quiet month but the day still seemed to drag on longer than normal, but at least it meant that everyone else in the office was leaving on time. I called V to tell him I needed half an hour and he agreed to call from reception downstairs when he arrived. I started getting those little tingles of excitement, and apprehension, as I changed in the washroom and “freshened up”. His call came through a little earlier than I’d been expecting and I had to tell him I wasn’t quite ready. He said he’d wait in the cab outside.

I was a little embarrassed to be greeted with a full kiss on the lips as he held the taxi door open for me . . . in full view right outside my own office! . . . I pulled away and quickly shuffled onto the seat of the cab, tutting at him as he slid in next to me. He squeezed my hand and whispered that he’d missed me “more than I thought possible”. It was the same hotel as last time, but as we entered the foyer he told me he’d booked a table for dinner and led me straight into the restaurant. I teased that I’d quite enjoyed our bath and room service last time . . . he said he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that we could still “bathe together”. I actually wasn’t very hungry and just snacked, but V was clearly ravenous and enjoyed the meal, and telling me how well the office was doing in spite of the difficult times.

The room was just as wonderful as our last visit and V had obviously already prepared ahead with wine in the cooler and those wonderful large glasses sitting on the edge of the bath. We embraced as he ran the water and I immediately began to feel my confidence . . . and tingles . . . returning as he undressed me. “Today you’re wearing underwear” he gasped as he slid my skirt down over my hips. “I have been working all day you know” I replied, not wanting to tell him that I’d only changed into these just over an hour ago. I felt my nipples were already hard as he unclipped my bra and then leant forward to suck on them as he ran his hands inside my knickers to caress the cheeks of my bottom. “Pull them off” I told him as he ran one hand around my tummy to the front. I stepped out of them and had to pull him up from where he’d dropped down onto his knees and started kissing at me there. “I need a bath first!” I told him.

He unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his belt whilst I sipped at my wine and teasingly murmured “Mmmm” as he slid his own underpants off. He was already quite erect and I stepped forward to hold it as I kissed a sip of wine into his mouth. We continued our kissing and stroking until I pulled away and reminded him that the water was running! I stepped in first . . . enjoying his compliments about my nipples and teasingly sliding down in the water to hide them under the bubbles.

V seemed more aroused and suggestive than I’ve seen him before. He was sliding his hands down my back and then lifting me forwards and up to try and sit me down onto him, but I wasn’t ready and didn’t feel comfortable. “Have you ever done it in a bath?” he wanted to know. I giggled that our bath at home was only “big enough for one”. He let me arrange myself more comfortably, sitting between his legs and just stroking his willy and telling him to lean back more. He protested that he wanted to be touching me as well, but I told him “I’m just enjoying this at the moment” as I continued squeezing, and stroking, him. We had soon emptied our glasses and I told him I needed to get out and he could dry me and top-up our glasses. He moaned that he wanted to “play in the water longer” but rather grudgingly stepped out when I held out a towel and told him how much I enjoyed looking at him with the water and bubbles dripping off his “bits and pieces”.

We dried each other with those wonderful big fluffy towels and he followed me into the main room and poured out the wine into my outstretched glass as I lounged back on the bed. He passed the bottle into my other hand and soon had me gasping and groaning as I leant backwards trying to not spill my glass as he knelt beside me and started licking and stroking. I complained that I had my hands full . . . and heard myself gasping louder as he took no notice and sucked even harder from one nipple to the other whilst he slid his hand down between my legs. I spread them wider to let his fingers probe further . . . “I’m going to spill this” I moaned again, and then gasped even more has he slid down over my tummy and I felt his tongue scraping down over my lips. He was ignoring my pleas to take the glass, or the bottle, so that I could free my hands . . . and was now tonguing and sucking between my lips and then up over my clit. “Oohh fuck . . . fuck . . . hell” . . . I came, clenching my legs together, squeezing him out from between them, and rolling over onto my side still trying to balance the glass and feeling my tummy roll onto the cold of the wine bottle I was still grasping in my other hand. He sat up and took my glass, and then the bottle as I stretched it out to him, swearing at him “that was nasty”. “Have you come?” he wanted to know. “Of course I’ve come, couldn’t you tell?” I felt like I was still shuddering and shaking . . . and suddenly feeling guilty that it had been so quick.

I lay back whilst he sat talking again . . . occasionally lifting myself up on one elbow to accept sips of wine. We’d soon finished the bottle he’d rescued from me. He got up to open another bottle . . . and despite my, admittedly, half-hearted comment that I’d already had enough, we were both soon sitting side by side sipping and talking again. As our conversation slowed he began stroking and caressing again. I reached over him, lying myself across his lap to put my glass down onto the bedside table. As I slid myself back I let my nipples pause over him, nestling them down over his warm willy. I kissed his tummy and could feel him stiffening under my breasts. I slid down the bed further until my mouth just naturally guided its way over his erection. I pushed myself down between his legs so that I could snuggle both my hands up underneath his sacs, whilst I lifted my mouth up and down over him. I do love feeling him inside my mouth like this . . . and pushing it to one side with my tongue so that I can feel the head of him pushing out against my cheek . . . and then sliding one hand up around his cock as I lift up, and then suck down again.

He rolled me over though and lifted me back up the bed to be alongside him, pinching gently at my nipples and then leaning forward to flick his tongue over them. I still had one hand stroking him and, rather weakly, tried to push him back . . . but my gasps were letting him know how much his licking and sucking at my nipples was arousing me . . . and instead I found myself on my back again, his hands spreading my legs wider. He slid down my tummy again, to the position he’d been in earlier, but this time lifting my legs further apart and sliding his tongue down over my pussy lips with firm, sliding, strokes. With each up and down stroke his tongue slid further down and I found myself lifting my bottom up and forwards and gasping and groaning as his tongue started flicking and probing at me there. He whispered how much he’d been thinking about me telling him that I “enjoyed this place” . . . and I was enjoying it . . . even more so from hearing him talking about it.

I lifted his face away and without saying anything, turned over onto my knees. I reached back with a hand on each of my cheeks and pulled them wider. As I felt his tongue sliding up and down I moved myself backwards and forwards to guide him down to my pussy and then up to my bottom again. Feeling his breath warm on my bottom, and his tongue sliding and pushing, was making me more and more aroused. I reached for one of his hands, sucking on his index finger and then pushing it round behind me. I gasped as he pushed. “Aahhgg . . . gently” I told him. I reached back to grasp his wrist and hold and guide him. Just as I was getting more and more relaxed he pulled away and I felt him re-adjusting himself. I looked back to see him holding himself and lifting up on his feet. “No, no, no” I said, and rolled over onto my side, pulling him roughly back down onto the bed beside me. “You can’t just put it in there!” I giggled, kissing him and saying “not just like that”. He lifted himself up and then reached in under the pillow at the top of the bed to pull out a small bottle. I recognised it straightaway as the same make of gel that we had at home. I rolled my eyes and giggled again, “it’s not as easy as that you know” I told him. “You said you do it like that” he said. “Yes, sometimes, if I feel right, but . . . “ I couldn’t finish. He is thicker there than S, and thicker than any of the beads and wands that J and I play with (sometimes!). I laughed as my protestations hadn’t seemed to be putting V off . . . he was trying to squeeze some out onto his willy. He started to laugh with me when I pointed out that he hadn’t peeled the plastic film off the cap !!!

We rolled around on the bed, giggling and stroking at each other . . . and then squealing with the sudden cold jet of gel as he eventually squeezed a shot out of the bottle and it splashed onto our chests between us. Our playfulness became a bit more erotic though as he squirted more gel over himself . . . I reached forward to rub it up and down over his, still erect, willy. It did look impressive, glistening and hard, as I smeared some more over him. “You have to keep it moist” I said, “otherwise it gets sticky”. He was leaning back as I stroked, clearly enjoying the sensation of my hand sliding up and down on him.

I lay back . . . “go on then, rub some on me then” . . . “With your fingers, and not so much!” I gasped as he squirted with the bottle. I was feeling excited, and awkward, at the same time. What seems so natural with S, seemed clumsy and . . . well embarrassing . . . here with V. Looking down at him, as he knelt forward, and feeling him pushing . . . I was beginning to lose the feeling, and the desire. I pushed him away a little and turned back over onto my knees, “this way might be more comfortable” I told him. I reached back again. He had one hand on my hip, both our hands were sticky, rather than slippery now. “Squeeze some more V” I said to him. I was spreading myself again, and trying to find his willy with my free hand. I felt the gel splashing over my bottom, and my hand, and his willy, again.

And, then . . . I could feel his head. I reached back again, he was holding himself, and I gripped my hand around his arm, holding and directing him. I felt my knees spreading a bit further and I reached forward with my free hand to balance myself on the bed. He was standing up behind me now, and I could feel him pushing. We were both gasping, but I could hear myself getting louder as I allowed myself to relax and felt him more and more. I was twisting my hips now, and supporting his weight. He was whispering out “God, god” . . . I reached back again to pull one of his hands off my hip and round down over my tummy to my lips. I rolled his fingers round and round, he was responding to my groans of “my clitty, do my clitty” and I could balance myself with both hands down on the bed again. I needed to now as he was pushing and thrusting harder. “Slowly, slower” I was gasping back over my shoulder. Then I felt him straining and his breaths gasping with sudden bursts. His hand pulled away from my pussy to grasp me on both hips and as I knew he was coming I suddenly felt myself letting go as well. Knowing what I was doing and “what” I was doing it with . . . I knew I was being so loud I buried my face into the pillow to muffle my groans as I fell forward . . . and felt that sudden release, and sudden pull, as we separated.

V had fallen forwards with me and then rolled off onto the bed beside me. I could hear, and feel, his heavy breathing and opened my eyes to see his face next mine, his eyes still firmly closed but his nose and mouth snorting and puffing. Neither of us moved for some minutes, nor spoke . . . when I opened my eyes next, his eyes were open now as well. He smiled, rolling his eyes, and then reached over with his arm over my shoulder. We snuggled into one another. “You were naughty to do that to me” I whispered. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, smiling and then laughing a little.

We slept, probably only for 20 minutes or so actually, until my phone alarm went. But it felt like the sort of deep sleep that you hate being woken up from. I stumbled out of the bed and across the room to switch it onto the “snooze” button and then slide back next to him. He hadn’t stirred, not even moved. He looked completely peaceful and relaxed laying there on his side. I couldn’t help looking down at his willy, still quite plump, but curved and slightly covered by his sacs flopping forwards down onto the bed sheets. I lay next to him, half wanting to close my eyes and doze off again, holding onto my phone, waiting the ten minutes for it to ring again. This time he stirred and shifted on the bed, opening his eyes and then sitting up to ask what the time was. I was waiting for him to tell me I could stay, but he knew I would only have replied that I couldn’t. Instead I pushed the snooze button for the second time and we cuddled and chatted. I loved hearing his compliments and his invitations . . . it wasn’t just my exhaustion that was making it difficult for me to get up, but I knew I had to . . .

V accompanied me down to reception to the taxi. We lingered over our goodbye kisses, wishing each other a Happy Easter, me wishing him a safe flight home in the morning (actually it was already morning!), him telling me he would be calling me after the weekend to arrange his next visit. I texted J from the cab to tell him I was on my way and he replied immediately to say he was “ready, willing and able” . . . and he was!

Waiting for me, naked, in his usual spot on the sofa, he stood to hand me my glass and I let him unbutton my blouse and skirt whilst I sipped. He knelt to kiss me, and as I stepped out of my skirt and opened my legs wider, he looked up at me saying “your lips are all puffy”, and then, “you’ve been using gel”. I pulled him up and we collapsed back onto the sofa together . . . “I needed it !!” I replied.

Apr 03, 2010 | 0 comments | View Post

Wednesday meeting with V . . .

V had called on Monday to say he’d be flying in on Wednesday and had booked a room for the evening (his apartment is still being used by a member of staff at his London office).

As I got ready for work that morning J made his usual suggestions as to what I should wear . . . I let him choose one of my M&S black bra and knickers sets and packed it into my work bag to change into after work. It has been a quiet month but the day still seemed to drag on longer than normal, but at least it meant that everyone else in the office was leaving on time. I called V to tell him I needed half an hour and he agreed to call from reception downstairs when he arrived. I started getting those little tingles of excitement, and apprehension, as I changed in the washroom and “freshened up”. His call came through a little earlier than I’d been expecting and I had to tell him I wasn’t quite ready. He said he’d wait in the cab outside.

I was a little embarrassed to be greeted with a full kiss on the lips as he held the taxi door open for me . . . in full view right outside my own office! . . . I pulled away and quickly shuffled onto the seat of the cab, tutting at him as he slid in next to me. He squeezed my hand and whispered that he’d missed me “more than I thought possible”. It was the same hotel as last time, but as we entered the foyer he told me he’d booked a table for dinner and led me straight into the restaurant. I teased that I’d quite enjoyed our bath and room service last time . . . he said he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and that we could still “bathe together”. I actually wasn’t very hungry and just snacked, but V was clearly ravenous and enjoyed the meal, and telling me how well the office was doing in spite of the difficult times.

The room was just as wonderful as our last visit and V had obviously already prepared ahead with wine in the cooler and those wonderful large glasses sitting on the edge of the bath. We embraced as he ran the water and I immediately began to feel my confidence . . . and tingles . . . returning as he undressed me. “Today you’re wearing underwear” he gasped as he slid my skirt down over my hips. “I have been working all day you know” I replied, not wanting to tell him that I’d only changed into these just over an hour ago. I felt my nipples were already hard as he unclipped my bra and then leant forward to suck on them as he ran his hands inside my knickers to caress the cheeks of my bottom. “Pull them off” I told him as he ran one hand around my tummy to the front. I stepped out of them and had to pull him up from where he’d dropped down onto his knees and started kissing at me there. “I need a bath first!” I told him.

He unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his belt whilst I sipped at my wine and teasingly murmured “Mmmm” as he slid his own underpants off. He was already quite erect and I stepped forward to hold it as I kissed a sip of wine into his mouth. We continued our kissing and stroking until I pulled away and reminded him that the water was running! I stepped in first . . . enjoying his compliments about my nipples and teasingly sliding down in the water to hide them under the bubbles.

V seemed more aroused and suggestive than I’ve seen him before. He was sliding his hands down my back and then lifting me forwards and up to try and sit me down onto him, but I wasn’t ready and didn’t feel comfortable. “Have you ever done it in a bath?” he wanted to know. I giggled that our bath at home was only “big enough for one”. He let me arrange myself more comfortably, sitting between his legs and just stroking his willy and telling him to lean back more. He protested that he wanted to be touching me as well, but I told him “I’m just enjoying this at the moment” as I continued squeezing, and stroking, him. We had soon emptied our glasses and I told him I needed to get out and he could dry me and top-up our glasses. He moaned that he wanted to “play in the water longer” but rather grudgingly stepped out when I held out a towel and told him how much I enjoyed looking at him with the water and bubbles dripping off his “bits and pieces”.

We dried each other with those wonderful big fluffy towels and he followed me into the main room and poured out the wine into my outstretched glass as I lounged back on the bed. He passed the bottle into my other hand and soon had me gasping and groaning as I leant backwards trying to not spill my glass as he knelt beside me and started licking and stroking. I complained that I had my hands full . . . and heard myself gasping louder as he took no notice and sucked even harder from one nipple to the other whilst he slid his hand down between my legs. I spread them wider to let his fingers probe further . . . “I’m going to spill this” I moaned again, and then gasped even more has he slid down over my tummy and I felt his tongue scraping down over my lips. He was ignoring my pleas to take the glass, or the bottle, so that I could free my hands . . . and was now tonguing and sucking between my lips and then up over my clit. “Oohh fuck . . . fuck . . . hell” . . . I came, clenching my legs together, squeezing him out from between them, and rolling over onto my side still trying to balance the glass and feeling my tummy roll onto the cold of the wine bottle I was still grasping in my other hand. He sat up and took my glass, and then the bottle as I stretched it out to him, swearing at him “that was nasty”. “Have you come?” he wanted to know. “Of course I’ve come, couldn’t you tell?” I felt like I was still shuddering and shaking . . . and suddenly feeling guilty that it had been so quick.

I lay back whilst he sat talking again . . . occasionally lifting myself up on one elbow to accept sips of wine. We’d soon finished the bottle he’d rescued from me. He got up to open another bottle . . . and despite my, admittedly, half-hearted comment that I’d already had enough, we were both soon sitting side by side sipping and talking again. As our conversation slowed he began stroking and caressing again. I reached over him, lying myself across his lap to put my glass down onto the bedside table. As I slid myself back I let my nipples pause over him, nestling them down over his warm willy. I kissed his tummy and could feel him stiffening under my breasts. I slid down the bed further until my mouth just naturally guided its way over his erection. I pushed myself down between his legs so that I could snuggle both my hands up underneath his sacs, whilst I lifted my mouth up and down over him. I do love feeling him inside my mouth like this . . . and pushing it to one side with my tongue so that I can feel the head of him pushing out against my cheek . . . and then sliding one hand up around his cock as I lift up, and then suck down again.

He rolled me over though and lifted me back up the bed to be alongside him, pinching gently at my nipples and then leaning forward to flick his tongue over them. I still had one hand stroking him and, rather weakly, tried to push him back . . . but my gasps were letting him know how much his licking and sucking at my nipples was arousing me . . . and instead I found myself on my back again, his hands spreading my legs wider. He slid down my tummy again, to the position he’d been in earlier, but this time lifting my legs further apart and sliding his tongue down over my pussy lips with firm, sliding, strokes. With each up and down stroke his tongue slid further down and I found myself lifting my bottom up and forwards and gasping and groaning as his tongue started flicking and probing at me there. He whispered how much he’d been thinking about me telling him that I “enjoyed this place” . . . and I was enjoying it . . . even more so from hearing him talking about it.

I lifted his face away and without saying anything, turned over onto my knees. I reached back with a hand on each of my cheeks and pulled them wider. As I felt his tongue sliding up and down I moved myself backwards and forwards to guide him down to my pussy and then up to my bottom again. Feeling his breath warm on my bottom, and his tongue sliding and pushing, was making me more and more aroused. I reached for one of his hands, sucking on his index finger and then pushing it round behind me. I gasped as he pushed. “Aahhgg . . . gently” I told him. I reached back to grasp his wrist and hold and guide him. Just as I was getting more and more relaxed he pulled away and I felt him re-adjusting himself. I looked back to see him holding himself and lifting up on his feet. “No, no, no” I said, and rolled over onto my side, pulling him roughly back down onto the bed beside me. “You can’t just put it in there!” I giggled, kissing him and saying “not just like that”. He lifted himself up and then reached in under the pillow at the top of the bed to pull out a small bottle. I recognised it straightaway as the same make of gel that we had at home. I rolled my eyes and giggled again, “it’s not as easy as that you know” I told him. “You said you do it like that” he said. “Yes, sometimes, if I feel right, but . . . “ I couldn’t finish. He is thicker there than S, and thicker than any of the beads and wands that J and I play with (sometimes!). I laughed as my protestations hadn’t seemed to be putting V off . . . he was trying to squeeze some out onto his willy. He started to laugh with me when I pointed out that he hadn’t peeled the plastic film off the cap !!!

We rolled around on the bed, giggling and stroking at each other . . . and then squealing with the sudden cold jet of gel as he eventually squeezed a shot out of the bottle and it splashed onto our chests between us. Our playfulness became a bit more erotic though as he squirted more gel over himself . . . I reached forward to rub it up and down over his, still erect, willy. It did look impressive, glistening and hard, as I smeared some more over him. “You have to keep it moist” I said, “otherwise it gets sticky”. He was leaning back as I stroked, clearly enjoying the sensation of my hand sliding up and down on him.

I lay back . . . “go on then, rub some on me then” . . . “With your fingers, and not so much!” I gasped as he squirted with the bottle. I was feeling excited, and awkward, at the same time. What seems so natural with S, seemed clumsy and . . . well embarrassing . . . here with V. Looking down at him, as he knelt forward, and feeling him pushing . . . I was beginning to lose the feeling, and the desire. I pushed him away a little and turned back over onto my knees, “this way might be more comfortable” I told him. I reached back again. He had one hand on my hip, both our hands were sticky, rather than slippery now. “Squeeze some more V” I said to him. I was spreading myself again, and trying to find his willy with my free hand. I felt the gel splashing over my bottom, and my hand, and his willy, again.

And, then . . . I could feel his head. I reached back again, he was holding himself, and I gripped my hand around his arm, holding and directing him. I felt my knees spreading a bit further and I reached forward with my free hand to balance myself on the bed. He was standing up behind me now, and I could feel him pushing. We were both gasping, but I could hear myself getting louder as I allowed myself to relax and felt him more and more. I was twisting my hips now, and supporting his weight. He was whispering out “God, god” . . . I reached back again to pull one of his hands off my hip and round down over my tummy to my lips. I rolled his fingers round and round, he was responding to my groans of “my clitty, do my clitty” and I could balance myself with both hands down on the bed again. I needed to now as he was pushing and thrusting harder. “Slowly, slower” I was gasping back over my shoulder. Then I felt him straining and his breaths gasping with sudden bursts. His hand pulled away from my pussy to grasp me on both hips and as I knew he was coming I suddenly felt myself letting go as well. Knowing what I was doing and “what” I was doing it with . . . I knew I was being so loud I buried my face into the pillow to muffle my groans as I fell forward . . . and felt that sudden release, and sudden pull, as we separated.

V had fallen forwards with me and then rolled off onto the bed beside me. I could hear, and feel, his heavy breathing and opened my eyes to see his face next mine, his eyes still firmly closed but his nose and mouth snorting and puffing. Neither of us moved for some minutes, nor spoke . . . when I opened my eyes next, his eyes were open now as well. He smiled, rolling his eyes, and then reached over with his arm over my shoulder. We snuggled into one another. “You were naughty to do that to me” I whispered. He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, smiling and then laughing a little.

We slept, probably only for 20 minutes or so actually, until my phone alarm went. But it felt like the sort of deep sleep that you hate being woken up from. I stumbled out of the bed and across the room to switch it onto the “snooze” button and then slide back next to him. He hadn’t stirred, not even moved. He looked completely peaceful and relaxed laying there on his side. I couldn’t help looking down at his willy, still quite plump, but curved and slightly covered by his sacs flopping forwards down onto the bed sheets. I lay next to him, half wanting to close my eyes and doze off again, holding onto my phone, waiting the ten minutes for it to ring again. This time he stirred and shifted on the bed, opening his eyes and then sitting up to ask what the time was. I was waiting for him to tell me I could stay, but he knew I would only have replied that I couldn’t. Instead I pushed the snooze button for the second time and we cuddled and chatted. I loved hearing his compliments and his invitations . . . it wasn’t just my exhaustion that was making it difficult for me to get up, but I knew I had to . . .

V accompanied me down to reception to the taxi. We lingered over our goodbye kisses, wishing each other a Happy Easter, me wishing him a safe flight home in the morning (actually it was already morning!), him telling me he would be calling me after the weekend to arrange his next visit. I texted J from the cab to tell him I was on my way and he replied immediately to say he was “ready, willing and able” . . . and he was!

Waiting for me, naked, in his usual spot on the sofa, he stood to hand me my glass and I let him unbutton my blouse and skirt whilst I sipped. He knelt to kiss me, and as I stepped out of my skirt and opened my legs wider, he looked up at me saying “your lips are all puffy”, and then, “you’ve been using gel”. I pulled him up and we collapsed back onto the sofa together . . . “I needed it !!” I replied.
Apr 03, 2010 | 0 comments | View Post

Quick note about my shopping encounter . . .

Had an interesting coffee break yesterday afternoon . . .

Several weeks ago J and I were invited to one of our friends husbands 50th (the evening of J treating me to some new outfits at Brent Cross actually). We knew most of the other couples at the party, but were introduced for the first time to their neighbour. He was very nice and of a similar age to us and J and I spent quite a while, in the course of several conversations that evening, chatting to him about children and universities etc. as he had a daughter the same age as our son, who was also away at her first year of uni. He’d recently lost his wife after several years of illness and so we talked a lot about that and then about family holidays we had all had in similar resorts in Spain. He was very charming and very easy to talk to . . . and as I remarked afterwards to J “quite dishy”.

Last weekend as I was loading my shopping into the car in the Waitrose car park I heard a “hello, I didn’t know you shopped here?” I turned to find him standing by his car several spaces away. We chatted for a few minutes and he asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee in the coffee shop. I explained I had freezer things I’d just bought and so had to get them home. We said our goodbyes and I didn’t think anything further of it . . . I didn’t even mention it to J when he got home that evening (he’s been working for the last three weekends in a row).

And I didn’t even think of it when I pulled into Waitrose again yesterday afternoon. But as I stepped out of my car I saw him approaching from the next section . . . smiling and saying hello. I was rather taken aback, and he could obviously tell the thoughts running through my mind. “No you’re right, it’s not a coincidence” he said. “I just took a chance you might shop around the same time and hoped I could talk you into joining me for that coffee”. I pointed out that it actually wasn’t exactly the same time that I’d shopped last week . . . and that, anyway, I hadn’t planned on such a big shop this weekend and was going to have to do a dinner for J when he got in from work, so I didn’t really have time. His blushes, and apologies, and good humoured acceptance of my refusal immediately made me feel guilty though . . . so I quickly changed my mind and said “yes, ok then, just a quick one would be nice”.

We chatted for 30 minutes or so . . . and I found myself completely at ease with him and instantly likeable. I was constantly bringing J’s name into our conversation though, so much so that afterwards I had those twinges of embarrassment and thinking to myself “why did I say that” and “I shouldn’t have kept mentioning him so often”. We finished our coffees and he said “I’ll let you do your shop, otherwise your husband will be complaining that his dinner is late”. I felt like a giggly teenager again actually as we said our goodbyes and he said “might see you again next week then”.

J couldn’t stop talking about it as soon as I told him when he got in from work. “Obviously he fancies you!” he kept saying. “I could tell that at the party, just the way he was looking at you”. I told J that he always says that about other men looking at me and, on that occasion anyway, I hadn’t noticed it. But I have to admit that it did get me going . . . he is very, very dishy . . . and J and I had wonderfully passionate “cuddles” last night. And again this morning when we woke up !!!

As he was going out the door this morning he left me with “I can’t believe you didn’t ask him for his number, why don’t you ask (our friend) for it?” I swore at him . . . “I can’t do that !!! You’ll just have to be thankful for what you’ve just had !!!”

But . . . now I am sitting here thinking whether we need anything else from Waitrose tonight . . . !!!!

Mar 29, 2010 | 0 comments | View Post

Quick note about my shopping encounter . . .

Had an interesting coffee break yesterday afternoon . . .

Several weeks ago J and I were invited to one of our friends husbands 50th (the evening of J treating me to some new outfits at Brent Cross actually). We knew most of the other couples at the party, but were introduced for the first time to their neighbour. He was very nice and of a similar age to us and J and I spent quite a while, in the course of several conversations that evening, chatting to him about children and universities etc. as he had a daughter the same age as our son, who was also away at her first year of uni. He’d recently lost his wife after several years of illness and so we talked a lot about that and then about family holidays we had all had in similar resorts in Spain. He was very charming and very easy to talk to . . . and as I remarked afterwards to J “quite dishy”.

Last weekend as I was loading my shopping into the car in the Waitrose car park I heard a “hello, I didn’t know you shopped here?” I turned to find him standing by his car several spaces away. We chatted for a few minutes and he asked if I’d like to join him for a coffee in the coffee shop. I explained I had freezer things I’d just bought and so had to get them home. We said our goodbyes and I didn’t think anything further of it . . . I didn’t even mention it to J when he got home that evening (he’s been working for the last three weekends in a row).

And I didn’t even think of it when I pulled into Waitrose again yesterday afternoon. But as I stepped out of my car I saw him approaching from the next section . . . smiling and saying hello. I was rather taken aback, and he could obviously tell the thoughts running through my mind. “No you’re right, it’s not a coincidence” he said. “I just took a chance you might shop around the same time and hoped I could talk you into joining me for that coffee”. I pointed out that it actually wasn’t exactly the same time that I’d shopped last week . . . and that, anyway, I hadn’t planned on such a big shop this weekend and was going to have to do a dinner for J when he got in from work, so I didn’t really have time. His blushes, and apologies, and good humoured acceptance of my refusal immediately made me feel guilty though . . . so I quickly changed my mind and said “yes, ok then, just a quick one would be nice”.

We chatted for 30 minutes or so . . . and I found myself completely at ease with him and instantly likeable. I was constantly bringing J’s name into our conversation though, so much so that afterwards I had those twinges of embarrassment and thinking to myself “why did I say that” and “I shouldn’t have kept mentioning him so often”. We finished our coffees and he said “I’ll let you do your shop, otherwise your husband will be complaining that his dinner is late”. I felt like a giggly teenager again actually as we said our goodbyes and he said “might see you again next week then”.

J couldn’t stop talking about it as soon as I told him when he got in from work. “Obviously he fancies you!” he kept saying. “I could tell that at the party, just the way he was looking at you”. I told J that he always says that about other men looking at me and, on that occasion anyway, I hadn’t noticed it. But I have to admit that it did get me going . . . he is very, very dishy . . . and J and I had wonderfully passionate “cuddles” last night. And again this morning when we woke up !!!

As he was going out the door this morning he left me with “I can’t believe you didn’t ask him for his number, why don’t you ask (our friend) for it?” I swore at him . . . “I can’t do that !!! You’ll just have to be thankful for what you’ve just had !!!”

But . . . now I am sitting here thinking whether we need anything else from Waitrose tonight . . . !!!!
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Saturday with S…..

After taking our daughter to the station on Friday evening J and I had a lovely meal in our local Italian. Then an early night talking, and playing, about my invitation for S to pop-round the next afternoon whilst J was at work. J woke me early in the morning, rubbing against my back, even more excited than he had been the night before. He left me recovering in bed as he left for work . . . “Are you going to wear one of your new outfits?” he asked as he stood at the bedroom door. I giggled back “I wasn’t thinking of wearing anything actually!”.

I dozed until 9 . . . a luxury I never normally have on weekends . . . then wandered around tidying the front room, and the bedroom, whilst I sipped my wake-up mug of tea and then ran a bath. S had told me he had to take his children to sports early in the morning and wouldn’t be leaving for his “golf afternoon” until mid-day.

As I lounged in the bath I was contemplating how I should greet him at the door, but the more I thought about it the more I couldn’t be bothered with getting dressed. I sat in my robe whilst I dried my hair and did my make-up, and decided this would be much more comfortable and much more practical. I smeared a little lipstick around my nipples hoping it would last long enough for him to taste it.

He called just after noon to say he was parking round the corner and five minutes later tapped on the front door. We embraced in the hallway and he was already undoing my robe before I’d had a chance to catch my breath. I was naked almost immediately and gasping as he quickly found the lipstick. He dropped down onto his knees, licking down my tummy straight to my lips. I found myself opening my legs for him and having to balance myself by holding onto his shoulders as he pushed forward, reaching up to grasp my hips and almost lift me off the floor as he pushed and probed with his tongue. I tried to step away backwards, telling him he hadn’t even commented on my new hairstyle . . . but he shuffled on his knees in time with my backward steps, lifting his mouth away just long enough to mumble “I love it”, before burying himself between my legs again.

It was arousing, so arousing!!! He stood up and started pulling off his jacket and shirt as I unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down over his hips . . . then had to pull away laughing at his attempts to kick off his shoes as he tried to step out of his trousers. It did look comical to see him, with his erection bouncing around, as he had to drop awkwardly down on his bottom and pull off his shoes. “And the socks!! I hate that!” I said as he initially stood back up, naked except for his socks!!!

We embraced again, this time much more slowly, and more purposefully. I let him suckle from nipple to nipple again and stroked his back with one hand, whilst reaching down to his willy with my other. “Do you want lunch” I giggled to him. He was mumbling again with his mouth full, “just these and this” sliding his fingers down and in between my legs. We stood kissing and stroking, and sucking for a little longer, until I pulled away and suggested “let’s go upstairs then” . . .

There’s just something about being in my own bed that I enjoy more, much more, than any other . . . I was feeling just really, really aroused as we rolled around and around and over each other on the bed. The more we played the more aroused I felt myself becoming and the naughtier I wanted to be. I sat up on his chest facing his feet and then slid myself over him, reaching down between us to guide him inside me. As I leant forward, lifting up and pushing down and lifting up and pushing down I felt his hands spreading my cheeks. I felt his finger pushing forward, but reached back to brush his hand away saying “I don’t want. I just want this”. Lifting up and sitting back down on him again and again. His hands spread my cheeks again, I knew what he was looking at. “You can look but not touch” I told him. He was gasping and groaning, saying “But I so want to touch”.

I was getting closer and closer, but then heard him gasping out “Up, I’m going to come”. I quickly lifted up off him and swivelled round to lay down next to him. I reached over to stroke his willy with my hand. He came with quick splashes. I sat up on one elbow, stroking his chest and then sliding down to his groin. I rubbed the wetness down over his tummy and then up over mine, rolling over on top of him and feeling the slippery squelching between us. “Don’t want to get it on J’s side of the bed” he was gasping. “He’d probably quite like it actually” I giggled. He still seemed quite hard, so I rolled off him and sucked him into my mouth again. He felt warm and definitely still quite firm in my mouth. I sucked for a few strokes and then sat back up on him, lifting myself over his chest and reaching down to grasp his willy and position it so I could slide down onto it again. I was facing forwards this time, enjoying the way he was smiling at me. We were both groaning again. I started bouncing up and down on him, straightening up and rubbing my fingers over myself as I bounced. I was really close again and needed it so badly. He was whispering how he loved watching me play with myself. As I came I fell forwards onto him, snuggling into his shoulder as I felt his arms cuddling around me and squeezing me into his chest.

We lay together like this for some time, me on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me and his occasional kisses on my head and neck. Eventually I’d recovered enough to roll off him and sit up. “Are you hungry?” I asked. “I have some Marks and Sparks snacky bits in the fridge”. He agreed that as he hadn’t eaten since an early breakfast . . . and I hadn’t eaten at all . . . that we’d go back downstairs for some refreshments. We both laughed as we reached the top of the stairs and looked down to see his clothes and shoes, and my robe, in a pile on the floor just inside the front door. Anyone coming in would have had to step over them. We moved them into the front room on our way to the kitchen. S poured the wine whilst I arranged some food and we snuggled up on the sofa with our plates and glasses, chatting and nibbling. I explained about J’s work project and why he was working both days this weekend, and S told me all his latest family news and plans for their summer holidays.

I enjoyed asking him to top-up my wine and watching him walk out to the kitchen and back, teasing him that it was obviously “colder in our kitchen than here on the sofa”. He wasn’t drinking any more wine as he’d “have to be driving home from golf”, so with no plates and no glass to hold his hands started caressing and wandering again. I leaned back into the sofa and opened my legs so he could slide down between them. His tongue and fingers soon had me moaning . . . I had to ask him to stop so I could put my glass down onto the floor, but then I took his head in my hands and guided him straight back to where he’d been. His fingers were lovely and I was lifting my hips for him and pushing and groaning as I felt him stroking and probing. “How many?” I was gasping. “Four” he answered. “I want more” I told him. “Haven’t got any more” . . . and, as he said it I felt myself coming. I thrust myself up against his hand and his tongue licking and swirling around above it. I came so hard I had locked myself around his head and he had to struggle to pry me apart and lift away. I felt him lifting my legs back up onto the sofa, and I straightened out to lay back flat on my back. It was some minutes before I’d recovered enough to open my eyes and see him still kneeling on the floor beside me. I pulled my legs up so that he could sit down beside me and feed me sips of my wine. Eventually I was able to sit up completely and snuggle up to him again, stroking his chest and then down his tummy. His erection felt lovely, smooth and hard. “What do you want?” I asked as I stroked gently up and down. “Toys” he groaned. It was so surprising, and so quick the way he said it, that I laughed and pulled my hand away. He quickly pulled it back to where I’d been holding him. “I like seeing you with your toys” he said. S has seen our toys on a few occasions before but the sudden surprise with which he was asking made me feel like giggling rather than feel aroused. I said “well, we’ll have to go back upstairs again” . . . he took my hands and lifted me up in an instant.

I lifted the small suitcase (“our toy box” as J calls it) out of the wardrobe and let him open it up as I sank back onto the bed with my glass of wine. He was lifting things up like an excited school boy . . . but I kept disappointing him by shaking my head and telling him I really didn’t feel like “that one” right now. It was strange, but despite the length of time, and all the things I’ve shared with S, I still felt a little uncomfortable about sharing some of J and my secrets with him. I told him I needed more wine and would he go down to the kitchen to bring the bottle up for me . . . I soothed his reluctance with a teasing “then I might let you choose”. As he disappeared I rummaged through to find several things that I didn’t want him to see, and slid them under the bed. I was feeling a little naughtier and more excited now as I lay back and held out my glass for him to top-up on his return.

I was still giggling, but feeling much more devilish now . . . “maybe” I teased, as he lifted up one that was one of J’s favourites. “You promised” he said . . . that made me laugh even more, and I pulled him down with me. I tried to squirt some wine into his mouth as we kissed, I could feel he was quite excited . . . and I began feeling tingly again as well.

Our caresses and kisses had us both quite worked up now . . . I laid back and let him rub the long beaded wand over my nipples. The buzzing and vibrating made me feel even more wanton. I opened my legs as he moved it down to my pussy. He was leaning forward and spreading my lips with the fingers of one hand while he directed the top bead over my exposed clit with the over. I was moaning loudly and had to push it away telling him “it will be too quick otherwise”. I turned over onto my knees and let him re-adjust it so that he was sliding it between my legs, forward over my lips and then sliding it back and up between my cheeks. “I need my gel” I told him as I collapsed back down onto the bed. He found the bottle in the case and I knelt back up for him, gasping as I felt him smearing it over and down and around. I adjusted myself to help him as he directed it, groaning my “gentle, gentle” and “twist” instructions and then hearing myself getting louder and louder as he probed deeper and he ran his free hand around and down my tummy. “Take it out now . . . you better, if you want me” I was starting to twist and turn my hips.

I gasped loudly as I felt him pulling it out, and then groaned and gasped more as I felt him re-positioning himself behind me and then pushing in. I reached back with my hands to join his as he held my hips, then had to quickly let go to re-balance myself on the pillows as he started his thrusts. I let my knees slide wider and reached up to hold the bedhead as we rocked back and forth against one another. I could hear him moaning now too, not as loudly as I was, but with deeper and deeper gurgles and groans. He’d moved one of his hands up to the small of my back, pushing down on me, and reached round with the other to slide his fingers over my pussy, but our quickening movements was making it difficult for him to find the spot. Then, suddenly, he didn’t need to. “Oh, fucking, push me” I was squealing out . . . I fell forwards and sideways onto the pillows . . . both of us gasping and crying out to each other as we separated. I was rocking from side to side, and felt him slide off me as my shuddering continued. He’d collapsed down on to the bed beside me and as he pulled me into him to cuddle, I felt the wet of his come on the sheets . . . and dribbling down between my legs. We lay without speaking for ages . . . before I eventually turned over to face him, cuddling into his shoulder. “Sticky stuff everywhere” I giggled. “Sorry” he whispered back.

We slept for nearly an hour. Waking with a start, but then consoling each other that we still had an hour before he would be expected home from his golf. He asked with a worried tone “what time will J come home?”, I told him it would be two hours or more yet, and that “he’ll phone first anyway” . . . before teasing him with “but he’d love to walk in and find us like this”. . .

It was actually S’s phone that beeped first. We could hear it ringing downstairs in the front room where he’d left it. The ringing stopped before he reached it, but as he came back into the room clutching his clothes it beeped with a text. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, and I laughed out loud, as he read out “bring some milk in when you come”.

I watched him dress and accepted his kisses, on my tummy and breasts, and neck and then forehead, as he told me how fantastic it had been. “The best ever!” I told him he’d left me so exhausted that I couldn’t get up and see him out . . . so he could wait and stay a bit longer if he wished, so that I could recover . . . but he said he had to go.

I reluctantly got up and followed him down the stairs. We kissed our goodbyes at the door and I struggled back into the front room to find my robe and snuggle up into J’s normal position on the sofa . . . this time it was me, waiting for him, to come home . . .

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Saturday with S . . .

After taking our daughter to the station on Friday evening J and I had a lovely meal in our local Italian. Then an early night talking, and playing, about my invitation for S to pop-round the next afternoon whilst J was at work. J woke me early in the morning, rubbing against my back, even more excited than he had been the night before. He left me recovering in bed as he left for work . . . "Are you going to wear one of your new outfits?" he asked as he stood at the bedroom door. I giggled back "I wasn't thinking of wearing anything actually!".

I dozed until 9 . . . a luxury I never normally have on weekends . . . then wandered around tidying the front room, and the bedroom, whilst I sipped my wake-up mug of tea and then ran a bath. S had told me he had to take his children to sports early in the morning and wouldn’t be leaving for his “golf afternoon” until mid-day.

As I lounged in the bath I was contemplating how I should greet him at the door, but the more I thought about it the more I couldn't be bothered with getting dressed. I sat in my robe whilst I dried my hair and did my make-up, and decided this would be much more comfortable and much more practical. I smeared a little lipstick around my nipples hoping it would last long enough for him to taste it.

He called just after noon to say he was parking round the corner and five minutes later tapped on the front door. We embraced in the hallway and he was already undoing my robe before I’d had a chance to catch my breath. I was naked almost immediately and gasping as he quickly found the lipstick. He dropped down onto his knees, licking down my tummy straight to my lips. I found myself opening my legs for him and having to balance myself by holding onto his shoulders as he pushed forward, reaching up to grasp my hips and almost lift me off the floor as he pushed and probed with his tongue. I tried to step away backwards, telling him he hadn’t even commented on my new hairstyle . . . but he shuffled on his knees in time with my backward steps, lifting his mouth away just long enough to mumble “I love it”, before burying himself between my legs again.

It was arousing, so arousing!!! He stood up and started pulling off his jacket and shirt as I unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down over his hips . . . then had to pull away laughing at his attempts to kick off his shoes as he tried to step out of his trousers. It did look comical to see him, with his erection bouncing around, as he had to drop awkwardly down on his bottom and pull off his shoes. “And the socks!! I hate that!” I said as he initially stood back up, naked except for his socks!!!

We embraced again, this time much more slowly, and more purposefully. I let him suckle from nipple to nipple again and stroked his back with one hand, whilst reaching down to his willy with my other. “Do you want lunch” I giggled to him. He was mumbling again with his mouth full, “just these and this” sliding his fingers down and in between my legs. We stood kissing and stroking, and sucking for a little longer, until I pulled away and suggested “let’s go upstairs then” . . .

There’s just something about being in my own bed that I enjoy more, much more, than any other . . . I was feeling just really, really aroused as we rolled around and around and over each other on the bed. The more we played the more aroused I felt myself becoming and the naughtier I wanted to be. I sat up on his chest facing his feet and then slid myself over him, reaching down between us to guide him inside me. As I leant forward, lifting up and pushing down and lifting up and pushing down I felt his hands spreading my cheeks. I felt his finger pushing forward, but reached back to brush his hand away saying "I don't want. I just want this". Lifting up and sitting back down on him again and again. His hands spread my cheeks again, I knew what he was looking at. "You can look but not touch" I told him. He was gasping and groaning, saying "But I so want to touch".

I was getting closer and closer, but then heard him gasping out "Up, I'm going to come". I quickly lifted up off him and swivelled round to lay down next to him. I reached over to stroke his willy with my hand. He came with quick splashes. I sat up on one elbow, stroking his chest and then sliding down to his groin. I rubbed the wetness down over his tummy and then up over mine, rolling over on top of him and feeling the slippery squelching between us. "Don't want to get it on J's side of the bed" he was gasping. "He'd probably quite like it actually" I giggled. He still seemed quite hard, so I rolled off him and sucked him into my mouth again. He felt warm and definitely still quite firm in my mouth. I sucked for a few strokes and then sat back up on him, lifting myself over his chest and reaching down to grasp his willy and position it so I could slide down onto it again. I was facing forwards this time, enjoying the way he was smiling at me. We were both groaning again. I started bouncing up and down on him, straightening up and rubbing my fingers over myself as I bounced. I was really close again and needed it so badly. He was whispering how he loved watching me play with myself. As I came I fell forwards onto him, snuggling into his shoulder as I felt his arms cuddling around me and squeezing me into his chest.

We lay together like this for some time, me on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around me and his occasional kisses on my head and neck. Eventually I’d recovered enough to roll off him and sit up. “Are you hungry?” I asked. “I have some Marks and Sparks snacky bits in the fridge". He agreed that as he hadn’t eaten since an early breakfast . . . and I hadn’t eaten at all . . . that we’d go back downstairs for some refreshments. We both laughed as we reached the top of the stairs and looked down to see his clothes and shoes, and my robe, in a pile on the floor just inside the front door. Anyone coming in would have had to step over them. We moved them into the front room on our way to the kitchen. S poured the wine whilst I arranged some food and we snuggled up on the sofa with our plates and glasses, chatting and nibbling. I explained about J’s work project and why he was working both days this weekend, and S told me all his latest family news and plans for their summer holidays.

I enjoyed asking him to top-up my wine and watching him walk out to the kitchen and back, teasing him that it was obviously “colder in our kitchen than here on the sofa”. He wasn’t drinking any more wine as he’d “have to be driving home from golf”, so with no plates and no glass to hold his hands started caressing and wandering again. I leaned back into the sofa and opened my legs so he could slide down between them. His tongue and fingers soon had me moaning . . . I had to ask him to stop so I could put my glass down onto the floor, but then I took his head in my hands and guided him straight back to where he’d been. His fingers were lovely and I was lifting my hips for him and pushing and groaning as I felt him stroking and probing. "How many?" I was gasping. "Four" he answered. "I want more" I told him. "Haven't got any more" . . . and, as he said it I felt myself coming. I thrust myself up against his hand and his tongue licking and swirling around above it. I came so hard I had locked myself around his head and he had to struggle to pry me apart and lift away. I felt him lifting my legs back up onto the sofa, and I straightened out to lay back flat on my back. It was some minutes before I’d recovered enough to open my eyes and see him still kneeling on the floor beside me. I pulled my legs up so that he could sit down beside me and feed me sips of my wine. Eventually I was able to sit up completely and snuggle up to him again, stroking his chest and then down his tummy. His erection felt lovely, smooth and hard. "What do you want?" I asked as I stroked gently up and down. "Toys" he groaned. It was so surprising, and so quick the way he said it, that I laughed and pulled my hand away. He quickly pulled it back to where I’d been holding him. “I like seeing you with your toys” he said. S has seen our toys on a few occasions before but the sudden surprise with which he was asking made me feel like giggling rather than feel aroused. I said “well, we’ll have to go back upstairs again” . . . he took my hands and lifted me up in an instant.

I lifted the small suitcase (“our toy box” as J calls it) out of the wardrobe and let him open it up as I sank back onto the bed with my glass of wine. He was lifting things up like an excited school boy . . . but I kept disappointing him by shaking my head and telling him I really didn’t feel like “that one” right now. It was strange, but despite the length of time, and all the things I’ve shared with S, I still felt a little uncomfortable about sharing some of J and my secrets with him. I told him I needed more wine and would he go down to the kitchen to bring the bottle up for me . . . I soothed his reluctance with a teasing “then I might let you choose”. As he disappeared I rummaged through to find several things that I didn’t want him to see, and slid them under the bed. I was feeling a little naughtier and more excited now as I lay back and held out my glass for him to top-up on his return.

I was still giggling, but feeling much more devilish now . . . “maybe” I teased, as he lifted up one that was one of J’s favourites. “You promised” he said . . . that made me laugh even more, and I pulled him down with me. I tried to squirt some wine into his mouth as we kissed, I could feel he was quite excited . . . and I began feeling tingly again as well.

Our caresses and kisses had us both quite worked up now . . . I laid back and let him rub the long beaded wand over my nipples. The buzzing and vibrating made me feel even more wanton. I opened my legs as he moved it down to my pussy. He was leaning forward and spreading my lips with the fingers of one hand while he directed the top bead over my exposed clit with the over. I was moaning loudly and had to push it away telling him “it will be too quick otherwise”. I turned over onto my knees and let him re-adjust it so that he was sliding it between my legs, forward over my lips and then sliding it back and up between my cheeks. “I need my gel” I told him as I collapsed back down onto the bed. He found the bottle in the case and I knelt back up for him, gasping as I felt him smearing it over and down and around. I adjusted myself to help him as he directed it, groaning my “gentle, gentle” and “twist” instructions and then hearing myself getting louder and louder as he probed deeper and he ran his free hand around and down my tummy. “Take it out now . . . you better, if you want me” I was starting to twist and turn my hips.

I gasped loudly as I felt him pulling it out, and then groaned and gasped more as I felt him re-positioning himself behind me and then pushing in. I reached back with my hands to join his as he held my hips, then had to quickly let go to re-balance myself on the pillows as he started his thrusts. I let my knees slide wider and reached up to hold the bedhead as we rocked back and forth against one another. I could hear him moaning now too, not as loudly as I was, but with deeper and deeper gurgles and groans. He’d moved one of his hands up to the small of my back, pushing down on me, and reached round with the other to slide his fingers over my pussy, but our quickening movements was making it difficult for him to find the spot. Then, suddenly, he didn’t need to. “Oh, fucking, push me” I was squealing out . . . I fell forwards and sideways onto the pillows . . . both of us gasping and crying out to each other as we separated. I was rocking from side to side, and felt him slide off me as my shuddering continued. He’d collapsed down on to the bed beside me and as he pulled me into him to cuddle, I felt the wet of his come on the sheets . . . and dribbling down between my legs. We lay without speaking for ages . . . before I eventually turned over to face him, cuddling into his shoulder. “Sticky stuff everywhere” I giggled. “Sorry” he whispered back.

We slept for nearly an hour. Waking with a start, but then consoling each other that we still had an hour before he would be expected home from his golf. He asked with a worried tone “what time will J come home?”, I told him it would be two hours or more yet, and that “he’ll phone first anyway” . . . before teasing him with “but he’d love to walk in and find us like this”. . .

It was actually S’s phone that beeped first. We could hear it ringing downstairs in the front room where he’d left it. The ringing stopped before he reached it, but as he came back into the room clutching his clothes it beeped with a text. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, and I laughed out loud, as he read out “bring some milk in when you come”.

I watched him dress and accepted his kisses, on my tummy and breasts, and neck and then forehead, as he told me how fantastic it had been. “The best ever!” I told him he’d left me so exhausted that I couldn’t get up and see him out . . . so he could wait and stay a bit longer if he wished, so that I could recover . . . but he said he had to go.

I reluctantly got up and followed him down the stairs. We kissed our goodbyes at the door and I struggled back into the front room to find my robe and snuggle up into J’s normal position on the sofa . . . this time it was me, waiting for him, to come home . . .
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Hopeful for the weekend!!

Had a lovely night with J on Tuesday. He’d been working late and had told me on the phone when he called that he was shattered and not in the best of moods. But he cheered up immediately when he walked in and saw my new hair and then especially when I whispered that “I’ve had a new waxing as well”.

My daughter asked over dinner if she could go away on Friday evening for the weekend to friends, which after the usual questions and warnings about behaviour and being careful, we agreed to. After she went upstairs I asked J if he really had to work at the weekend as we could have some “quality time alone”. But he reluctantly said he just couldn’t get out of it. (He has a big contract). He joked that perhaps I should ask R for a “home visit massage”. I replied “I may invite S over instead!” That really got him going . . .

Yesterday I spoke to S and he said he had golf booked for the afternoon on Saturday, but would gladly cancel “if you insist”.

I insisted . . . !!!

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Hopeful for the weekend!!

Had a lovely night with J on Tuesday. He'd been working late and had told me on the phone when he called that he was shattered and not in the best of moods. But he cheered up immediately when he walked in and saw my new hair and then especially when I whispered that "I've had a new waxing as well".

My daughter asked over dinner if she could go away on Friday evening for the weekend to friends, which after the usual questions and warnings about behaviour and being careful, we agreed to. After she went upstairs I asked J if he really had to work at the weekend as we could have some "quality time alone". But he reluctantly said he just couldn't get out of it. (He has a big contract). He joked that perhaps I should ask R for a "home visit massage". I replied "I may invite S over instead!" That really got him going . . .

Yesterday I spoke to S and he said he had golf booked for the afternoon on Saturday, but would gladly cancel "if you insist".

I insisted . . . !!!
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