Month: August 2015

Betraying the betrayer who has betrayed – by Rebecca

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Peter and I have decided to “branch out”, we enjoy each other’s bodies and have gelled really well which led to discussing other fantasies. I know Peter is the stereotypical man’s dream of two women, although I have no tendencies towards woman I am happy for him to have this fantasy. I am not too sure when Peter tells me he will teach me to “go down” on a woman. Down where, a little trip down the coast? Play with her feet? I sigh and give him a wry smile

Peter has contacted a previous woman who he had sex with who remains in text contact and he knows “swings”. Is that the right term? Normally you swing with your partner but I am swinging with a man I meet for sex. This woman called “Leah” is swinging with a man she met on Illicit Encounters called “Tom. They meet once a week to go to a spa and also intermittently for normal couple things! So we have this absurd situation of two couples neither of them in a conventional relationship considering another form of relationship as couples swinging. (Hope you follow).

Peter provides me with Leah email and we start communicating. I have lots of questions! I deal with facts and in my brain I need the facts clarified. Leah requests photographs and I oblige. I notice that each time I email she cc’d Tom into the emails. I receive a couple of photographs back of Tom. He is gorgeous with a fabulous smile and dark looks, I feel quite happy!! (he is very similar in a strange way to Peter)
Leah explains the art of “swinging” via email and we arrange to chat on the phone. I receive news back via email (cc’d into Tom) that Tom likes me and makes some comment about removing my dress. I arrange to speak to Leah on the phone.

Leah and I have a conversation as I am walking from the station. She can talk this girl but comes over as pleasant. One thing is immediately clear, she is in love with Tom. Although she does not say it it is clear. I am told he is a wonderful masseur, he is the best lover ever, he knows how to treat a lady etc etc. She has introduced him to her friend who provides cover who says “you are so right together!” She then describes the first time they swing with another couple, an American couple over her on a break. The woman has had all plastic surgery known to man including the fanny tightening. Leah was not happy as Tom enjoyed sex with her too much and she describes taking one for the team! (she tells Tom afterwards she is not happy about his enjoyment). We arrange a rough time to meet for a drink (everyone is on holiday so it will be delayed several weeks. Tom is at his place abroad for a considerable time). She enquires if I am “bi curious”. I suppress a giggle.

All the time Peter and I are discussing the contact I have had with Leah and how we are going to play it. They want to immediately meet at the Spa we want a drink in town!

Life goes on, me meeting several men from AM. I tell Leo about this contact with Steph and Tom. He feels it is too soon in my adventure. (Leo and Peter know all about the others, the others do not know about each other).

I am checking my emails and in pops a graphic email from Tom. I read it and am immediately turned on. This man writes well and is sexually atuned and asks prying questions. It is graphically written but not coarse in anyway shape or form. I immediately note that Leah is not copied into the email. I reply in full details explaining my misgivings, my fears, my hatred of initial meets, not wanting to go to the Spa etc. I do not cc Leah in. He further emails he expresses surprise that he has noticed Leah is not cc’d in (UMMMMM)

Emails fly back and forth, graphic accounts of what we desire our experiences etc. We talk about body issues and he states that he feels “fat” at the moment. To date I have never had a man come in my mouth and I am always upfront about this (I do not want a nasty shock one day, this is going to be addressed) We discuss spunk and I get a detailed description well written and amusing.

“The taste of s**** (I’ll use your phrase for fun!) is a bit boring. I had a vasectomy a while ago and the taste changed a lot. However, buy an unripe Brie cheese and you’ll get a good idea. The texture also changed, mine was quite gloopy before, whereas it’s quite runny now. And less of it. It’s no big deal, and you’ll realise that soon.” followed by

I’ve rethought the Brie! Crack an egg, throw the yolk, and drink the white. That’s the closest. Make sure it’s warm tho! I suspect it’s around where it’s come from, rather than the taste. I can’t help that one

I am not convinced that his detailed descriptions have made me wish to try it!

Eventually it is established that Tom is returning to England for a few days due to work commitments and would I like to meet for a drink/coffee/sex? This would be prior to our meeting with Leah and Peter. I have disclosed to Peter that Tom has been emailing and Peter has urged me not too meet him as it would spoil the equilibrium. However this is me a lapsed Catholic Girl being very very bad.

I have a meeting at a conference centre, it happens to be in the same area as Tom owns a house. We arrange to meet. I have not told Leo I am going to meet him as his sighing disapproval emanates down the phone on occasions, and I know he thinks I am in dangerous territory. I am deceiving everyone. I had tripled booked with two other Ashley Madison men and find myself making feeble excuses not to meet the other two, fortunately a tube strike works in my favour so my excuses are more plausible. (Leo always suggests I use girl excuses but I can’t talk about that)

The morning of the meet I speak to Tom. His voice is far more effeminate than I imagined from his photograph. We chat freely.

I am sitting in the wine bar at the Conference centre awaiting Toms arrival. I have not had food and ordered a glass of Red Wine. Red Wine and me do not mix at all. I am flushed and the wine is going to my head. I am once again contemplating what Rebecca has got herself involved with. I am trying to look cool calm and collected and a confident worldly woman. I am really a bumbling mess of a woman trying to be cool calm and collected! I go to the loo and my heels echo loudly on the wooden floor I am trying not too trip, a female lying on the boards is not a sensual look.

There is one other person in the wine bar. Suddenly a whirling dervish enters, he is a man dressed in trainers, jeans and polo top. He has unkempt hair and a large large beer belly. He looks at me briefly and plonks a paper and bag down in the next set of chairs. He then goes up to the bar and orders waters. I recognise the voice, this is Tom. I immediately think when was your photograph taken? He walks back and is on his phone, my phone rings and I answer and he looks and smiles at me……………………………….

He joins me at my table and we start talking. Close up I can see the wonderful piercing eyes are the same. He is right about himself feeling fat!. We converse and he is easy to talk too. We discuss Leah and the fact she loves him. He recognises that he has to deal with that. I find myself agreeing to go back to his place. We take a cab there. His housemates have locked him out and we have this strange situation of him legging over the fence to gain entry and then coming to let me in. One of his housemates is in the kitchen. I saunter past trying not to look like a woman who is going to be fucked. We go upstairs to the lounge and he produces a scarf and ties it around my face. He says it is because I am nervous and it will help me relax. He leads me to the bedroom whereby he slowly slowly reveals my body. He makes me orgasm by using his mouth, a slick proficient I know exactly what I am doing affair. He makes me uncover myself slowly. He then has sex with me. A slow gentle process with numerous positions being utilised including one which requires acrobatics of movement as he pulls me up from a lying position onto his cock. His eyes are incredible. I can see flashes of his photographs.

Have he comes he is sweating and states he is taking a shower. He really is sweating, sweat is running down his front and his back and over his tummy. Clarity hits me and I think what the heck am I doing here, I am lying to everybody! I seize the moment to dress and when he returns for seconds I am dressed and ready to go. I mumble some excuse about needing to get home and ask him to walk me to the station. I realise I have done nothing to pleasure him, he has provided all the pleasure. This is commented on in later emails, I am chided but not in a horrid way.

We discuss Leah and Peter. We agree not to tell either of them and to go ahead with our drink in September. We wish each other well and he leaves me at the station. Enroute we also discuss the Leah loving Tom situation and the previous couple when Leah got jealous. I am told “don’t have an orgasm and then Leah won’t mind” I laugh……………….

I have a spreadsheet (!!!!) I update with the men I have met and the sex I have had along with comments it amuses me and Leo. I update that I have both met Keith and had sex with him. Later I receive a communication from Leo (who is away) with a naughty naughty comment.

The following day I am meeting Peter. We are in the pub and he asks me about Tom, I fudge the issue, a few minutes later he asks again. I tell him I have met and slept with Keith. I discuss the difference between the photograph and reality. Peter calls him Lipo, and I state that if I am having sex with Tom, Peter must hold my hand ready to pull me out if I need recuscuiating He says he does not mind…………. We decided that I will not tell Tom and neither of us will tell Leah.

We now have this strange situation of meeting for a drink. Peter knows about Tom but has to pretend not too. I know that Peter knows and have to not let on. Tom will pretend that he has never met me and Leah will be non the wiser………………………………………..

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when at first we practice to deceive!

Aff4 arrives… (Part 2 of 2)

~ Eve ~ 1 Comment

Link to Part 1 – Aff4 enters my underground circle (Part 1 of 2)

I got to the inn early afternoon and surveyed the landscape. The hotel bar nextdoor was a non-starter so we exchanged texts and agreed I would sit on a station platform bench and he join me on the other end of the bench and we’d take it from there.

I checked into the inn, went upstairs and into the room and gasped in horror … This had to be the smallest double bed I’d ever seen… OMG.

I had a shower, dried my hair and got dressed. I pulled on the navy hold-ups I’d bought and straight away managed to ladder them. Well done Eve…! They really were alien to me!! I have to say I find being totally naked very much easier than wearing stockings or dresses. Ok they weren’t stockings, there’s a difference they’re hold-ups with the funny rubbery feel around the leg. Also how hard is it to find navy ones? (very hard!) So I took them off and resorted to some navy tights. Pulled on my jumper dress, boots and then turned around, looked at the room for a last time and shut the door behind me. I walked over to the station and parked myself on the bench. There was a slight cooling breeze, enough to occasionally catch my hair. I opened my phone and had this exchange with Leo, who was also on a trip so on his own and was now in girlfriend chaperone mode for me. He knew who I was meeting, when and where. (Easy for him as he knew him anyway!) Aff4-to-be was aware of this too. Leo and I had the following chat, which I managed to keep as I sent to Aff4 afterwards, with Leo’s knowledge, to which Aff4 simply replied “Beautifully crazy girl!”. So, in the order they came on my phone. :-

(L)Well – it sounds like you’re as ready as you’ll ever be !

(Me) 7 mins… Sat on a bench at the station… Wtf am I doing??

(Me) I’ve got 3 mins to run… (away!)

(L) How are you going to manage not to speak?!

(Me) Easy… Nothing’s going to come out.., I am absolutely lakkingysf now

(Me) Shit … There’s the train pulling up… I’m not looking… Ummm

(Me) Bugger

(Me) Errr help??!??

(Me) He must have got off…

(L) Choo Choo xx

(Me) Omg crap crap

(Me) I’ve no idea which one he is or…

(Me) He’s not bald now is he??

(Me) Fuck…, nightmare Big huge nightmare… Perhaps he’s not on the train?!

(L) Deep breath – enjoy x

(Me) Well there’s no one else … Wrong train??!!

(Me) What the hell was I thinking??!!

(L) Mm – salt and pepper hair.. ? With an erection?

(Me) Gosh you make me laugh!!! Thank you!!!

(Me) Ahh another train arrived behind the one infront of me…

(Me) This one??

(Me) This is petrifying… I’m not looking….

(Me) Maybe??

(Me) Are you enjoying your evening?!

(L) A case of Premature anticipation…

(L) Why don’t you text him and ask what he’s wearing..

(L) Guide him to the room by text ..

(Me) I have but I wanted to see him first before he touched me…

(Me) This might be him?? What if I pick up the wrong guy??

(Me) Errrrrr

(Me) Sat on a bench with him frozen

(L) Have you set eyes on your new lover yet?

(a while later…)

(L) I’m guessing you’ve found your man… and you’re now a little distracted … Enjoy each other ….

Meanwhile…. My exchange with my new Aff4-to-be lover:-…

16:51: (Me) Hi, & hopefully welcome back to the UK J I’ve got the room… <explicit directions to room> I have to say I’m so sorry about the size of the bed… Not intentional and I even went downstairs to check I had the right room. It’s err on the small/cosy side… Ah well it is what it is! Omg xxxx

(Him) How marvellous, such wonderful clear info. Bed! I am sure we’ll cope. With such wonderful info I think room xx should be 1st call. How are you? Tingling? Butterflies? Xxxxx soon

(Me) Me?! … Cool as a cucumber… That’s just found the food processor?!!??! I’m not sure of the hotel next door… I think the station might be easier… I want to see you… Also I’d like about 2 mins warning before the room… So let me know when you’re on the train! J

(Him) I’m at Bishops Stortford, train due in 2 mins 18:14, then it’s the 2nd stop. Xxxx

(Me) Oh um err oh ummm hmmmm

(Me) Ok How about this… I’m sat on a bench at the station… Please come and sit at the other end… I’ll then go back to the room…. And you can follow shortly after?

(Me) My cheeks are keeping me warm..!!

(Him) Excellent plan. It’s the next stop now so not long!…

I had been texting Leo and panicking… so didn’t see him come up to the bench… but I did sense him sitting down at the other end to my right. So we’re now on the bench, in silence, with big pauses between the following texts:-

(Me) Hi

(Him) Hi

(Me) Do you like my bottle of water?

(Me) Classic rubbish to say!!

(Me) Anyway, did you have a good trip over?

(Me) I was texting Leo, he’s out this evening…

(Him) Prefer looking @ yr legs J yes good easy trip xxxxx

(Me) Oh… Ummm

(Me) You’ve a good vibrate on your phone…

(Him) Indeed

(Him) You noticed

(Me) Right… Um ok,,, Tell you what.. I’ll go in and … Text you again?

(Me) I’ll try and take a sneak look at you first though

I glanced up to see him all relaxed, his right leg openly crossed over his left and him looking directly at me and smiling

(Him) So…. How r u feeling? + ok, I’ll wait for yr text

(Me) VERY VERY NERVOUS

(Me) Right ummm…

(Him) Thought so, I’ll be ever so gentle xxxxx

(Me) Aww thanks… You look so calm too…

(Him) Mmmmmm, go on, rm xx

(Me) Right….

I got up and left him sitting on the bench. Got back to the room and replaced the tights with the hold-ups (complete with a ladder!) … but anyway thought I’d go with it and see what it was like…. I then texted him

(Me) Ok… room xx

I stood there with my gaze on the window… my hands were freezing but my cheeks very hot. I heard the door creak open, him putting a bag of some sort down on the floor and then softly closing the door. I could hear him remove his jacket, and then footsteps slowly came towards me as I’m stood there rooted to the spot. Clasping my hands so tightly together. The time-stopped-still pause before I felt his first touch. His right hand on mine, followed by his left hand on my hip… He was slow, it was sensuous. He was quite a bit taller than me so I sensed him leaning down towards my left shoulder and his face drawing in close to my neck. He stopped just before touching and softly said “Hello Eve”… then continued to advance his lips and started kissing my neck, so softly, so tenderly. My head was racing… My body and mind so vividly noticing and aware of the touches… His touch started to consume me… The trails were like threads of electricity over my body. I could feel and sense his body behind mine. A short while after, I turned round and he held me and caressed me, and likewise my hands started to explore him. I could feel his erection as we stood so close together. The lustful urges started to consume me… I got so turned on my legs started trembling, and soon after I started murmuring and moaning… My speech faltering I was trying to express “I’m sorry” which is what I had in my head. As this guy was now being subjected to this woman that was on route to succumbing to her sexuality with what seemed no warning. I was so turned on. However, I was stood there now with my back to the wall and he then became increasingly uncomfortable and drew away. He stopped touching me. My mind and head were trying to scramble and make sense. I had to bring myself back from falling into my wild sexual abyss. He sat on the bed, with his hands beside him and looked up at me with some concern. He then said, “Would you like to go for a drink in the bar?” … I had to bring myself back fast, I had to be normal. What had happened? I was a bit confused, and also very very turned on. I had to think. Perhaps he was having 2nd thoughts? I did come to and then said “No, I’m fine, I don’t need a drink, do you?”. He shook his head and continued to looked at me with some suspicion and wary concern. I really didn’t know what had triggered the change in him or why it had occurred. So we both sat on the bed in silence looking at each other.

(Transpired later when we chatted and figured it out… that because I can’t always get my words out first time or coherently when I’m very turned on… I was trying to say “I’m sorry” but only the “I’m” part was coming out, but repeatedly. So all he heard was “Mum” ‘Mum” “Mum” repeatedly – which he found rather strange and a little bit disturbing that I was calling out for my Mum!)

Anyway, after sitting there for a while on the bed and me saying I was fine… our hands started exploring one another again… and it wasn’t long before we were both back in aroused mode. Slowly undressing each other, enjoying the thrill of discovering new exposed flesh and the sensations upon it… He did indeed have a large cock! A big grin too! I went on top first, so I could control the penetration and pace… It was so easy to ride him, feel him and let myself orbit inside. The fucking and even more fucking easily flowed. It was just so freeing… I felt full, I was spilling… spilling over and smiling, a gorgeous warmth within my body.

At 9pm we did force ourselves to stop and go downstairs and eat some food in the inn’s restaurant. So we scrambled on some clothes and I couldn’t find my knickers. I was so insistent on finding them as they must be somewhere, I didn’t twig that he’d hidden them. Duh! Interestingly they seated us in a very private spot and we freely chatted.

We returned to the room and were amorous again. I reached over the side of the bed… he was curious. I had some massage oil and so sat on his bottom and found myself mesmerisingly massaging his back. We did get some sleep, and we did touch each other in the night too. I woke up to some delicious light touches on my body. We got amorous once again but also held each other, stroked and chatted. I recall him saying I was very responsive to touch. We then fucked each other on and off for most of the morning and skipped breakfast… Only to get a text from Leo late morning:-

(L) Hope you two are keeping half an eye on checkout time ! :-))))

We laughed and he uttered what I was thinking that Leo will be longing to hear how things had gone! We checked out and both got the train into London. We stayed together for the rest of the afternoon and went and visited the Tate Modern. I was fascinated by what he picked up about people just stood there on the train/tube platforms watching. He stood directly behind me and was whispering what he was noticing. He’s got many tales of picking people up… and I was getting a sense now of how he did it! With the afternoon closing, we then split at the tube. I saw him on the opposing platform, a tube pulled up and then he was gone. My tube pulled in and I sat on the end of the row of seats next to a guy. Although I was in my own sexed up bubble… I picked up a sense this guy was looking at me and a few stops down I took a sneak look down to my right… he had an erection too. I laughed inside at this situation. A funny commentary came over the comms system on the tube, which gave him a reason to talk to me. We got off the tube together and then split at Paddington concourse and I texted Leo. I explained to Leo about this guy on the tube and his leg touching mine etc and that I was standing at Paddington concourse, when the very same guy rushed back over to me and gave me his phone number and said he’d definitely like to meet up with me… That was a new experience in itself on me and I wasn’t expecting that!!

(L) Wow… are you giving off just-been-fucked-and-I-loved-it-vibes?!

(L) Is he fuckable?!

(L) Impressive!! People don’t touch legs accidentlally…! Or run back over…

(L) Anyway, last night…?

(Me) Wow…. He’s a bit big isn’t he?!

(L) Mm – I did try to warn you on the big front… too big?!

(L) Hopefully not too big ;-)… Oh good – that’s great you loved it so much… I can’t quite believe it either.

I flopped onto the train heading home, my body very happy, relaxed and beautifully fucked, my head full of exquisite and exciting recalls. Indeed I had had an experience, a very sensual and sexual experience with a new and very adept lover… It was a changing event for me… Part of my evolving underground journey. Reflecting back now, I still think I was so fortunate in meeting such a wonderful man and sharing this unique and amazing “pushing my boundaries” experience with him.

Emails afterwards between Aff4 and I:

Various email snippets from Me to Aff4>>

I’ve also never had someone fuck me from below me like you did either… You have amazing buttocks!!! That was before one of your wonderful climaxes and I could watch your face and your expression as you came… Gorgeous!!

Still can’t believe our adventure… & we fucked each other & without really talking first!! Some pushed boundaries for me… Along with more recall moments… Like the gorgeous way you held my bottom when you were inside me and watching your face when you came :))) Being able to stroke my hands all over your back… and beyond… Watching your bottom twitching as your cock wanted space and some attention ;)))

The stockings were a bit of a surprise/shock for me too in the end… You ran your finger up the inside of them and onto my bare inner thigh… That sensation was very acute… More so than just tights… A different feel with your fingers on the stocking, then moving slowly onto my bare skin… That was a big blow away for me… Amongst the many!!! I keep on recalling bits…

Do you know what, you made me feel incredibly in touch with being female… Thank you :))

Infact, I think I referred to it being the naughtiest thing I’d done since I got married…!! 😉 Still loved the way you set it up… the opportunity to furtively glance at each other, you coming up behind me stood infront of the window… and all done without a spoken word… A wild and exhilarating thrill to that… Also recall how hot my cheeks were in response to it too…! Thank you 🙂 Thank you for your caring calmness that entwined and seeped through too.

It really is an instinctive primeval urge to fuck a man… Just lovely there’s so much pleasure in it from both sides!!! Mmmm nice thought to go to sleep with…Just had another little giggle… Filling up with a throbbing hard cock, yes even if it’s a little large & rather a tight fit at times ;))

Him to me>>

So were you thinking that I was a little bit large and a tight fit? I thought you were a gorgeous fit and sliding into you was devine. I have had lots of flash backs of you on top of me and me feeling the sensations rising and rising to the near explosion point and me thinking that it was too lovely not to let go and just cum, so I did…….it was fabulous.

Me to him>>

That email before we met… On reflection … Very sexy and alluring… What am I talking about? Your email spattered with gentle sexual dominance … Did you realise it took me a week to respond to that particular email from you??!? (I know I was fairly hectic/busy that week for me too workwise.. but still…)  … I just had no idea how to respond to it or what I thought… It bewildered me in a nice sort of intriguing challenging confusion… The email? … The one that starts with “you make me smile… you’re quite an in control lady aren’t you…” I’ll forward in a mo… I’ve still kept it…!! …. in many ways it was very masculine (in a good way)… Almost like it touched on a base biological imprint… A stallion… Virility… Back to hiding away a hot blooded male… :))

Yes, a lot of faith… But also a carnal urge fuelling inside me hoping, oh so hoping I could let free and not contain anymore… Be free from decorum, be free, be me and be fucked and spill… Oh.. & I did ;)) Thank you!!

 

Aff4 enters my underground circle (Part 1 of 2)

~ Eve ~ 1 Comment

Or indeed “The first time I met a stranger for sex…”

It was a just over a couple of years ago that Leo and I were stood in the kitchen, discussing my sex life. I don’t live very close to Leo, so our meet ups were and still are pretty sporadic. “You need another lover Eve…” he said, … “Yes I know, but how?” … He’d dabbled on Adult Friend Finder himself and said that it’d be so much easier for me as I was female looking for a man or men, the other way round is much harder. I was listening but comprehending with scepticism. So we looked from my machine, basically browsing a few sites. Whatever we were looking at had explicit shots… I thought hmmm I just don’t possess those sort of photos. I couldn’t see how I would be able to sign up to that anyway. (Infact later on my husband saw a cookie on my machine related to one site – so I was glad I didn’t pursue… This was the days before Ashley Madison, which to me had a much less obvious name… well initially!) We returned to the kitchen and out of the blue Leo came out with “Does age matter much to you?”… “No, it’s more about the person” I replied… “So what’s your upper limit?” he asked … “I haven’t really got one… I don’t know” I responded. He paused and looked at me. “I’ve got a friend…” he said as I listened intently. “He’s 13 years older than you, but he could be great for you… He’s pretty naughty… He’d be safe too” That was my fear, of being beaten up by some moron, when all I was looking for was fun, intimacy and sex. Sensing my concern, he looked up and said “No he would be safe Eve… Infact you’d be in safe and good hands, he’s quite experienced too. You’ll have great sex. Oh and his cock is bigger than mine… I’ve played with it!” he smiled. “What?!!… “ We laugh and yes, true. Then I pipe up “Hang on a minute Leo, you can’t say whether he’ll find me attractive and want sex with me as that’s up to him”. He laughed and confidently said “Oh he’ll want sex with you”. Yeah right I thought, that’s Leo being Leo so I didn’t pursue that conversation further. He went on, “He’s married, he and his wife swing, but he doesn’t live in this country.”… “Ah…” I said, “But he does come over every now and then…”

After a few days of deliberation I said “ok, link us up”. Leo knew me and knew that it was probably going to have to be his friend making the moves. Very soon after, an email popped into my Inbox from Aff4-to-be. With a startled expression I just looked at it sat there in my Inbox, with the title “Introducing myself” … Feeling in very new territory, with nervousness and also a tinge of excitement of the unknown I opened it up. It was very genuine, lovely and friendly, “Lovely to have the opportunity to email you…” it started. I responded. We exchanged a few emails and I told him my real christian name (tip – very glad I did for several reasons: you give someone a name and that sticks for that person. I didn’t particularly like the name he was using which he derived from my underground email address. I wanted a bit more authenticity. Found out later if asked for ID at clubs too it’s easier if your name matches your ID!)… Anyway we enjoyed our ensuing exchanges. He described several naughty fun encounters and we found out a bit more about each other. He liked stockings! He really liked stockings!! “What?!” I thought. I tried explaining “I’m really a country bumpkin, I’ve only worn stockings for fancy dress!!” It’s fair to say I’d grown up as a bit of a tomboy, so wearing heels and stockings was fairly alien. Anyway, it’s only when you get challenged that you start thinking about these things, often in a new and different light. Hmmm… you like way-out feminine things don’t you. Like watching your wife put stockings on etc. Women wearing dresses… I’d already discovered lovely underwear a few years before (a girly neighbours get together in a lingerie shop opened my eyes up to that… ) and noticed the surprising effect it had on me. The wearing of nice underwear I did for inner me though. I felt lovely and dare I say it… a bit sexy too?! But with underwear you can hide it, so only you know. Anyway, we exchanged several emails and managed to figure out a date in September 2013 that would probably work for a face to face encounter. He was flying into London and above board I could get away and be in Cambridge for a 2 day client visit. Thus an overnight escapade in a hotel near Cambridge evolved, infact a train stop away in an old inn near a village train station. So more dilemmas… I’m meeting this guy for the first time and he’s travelling to see me. It would be rude not to ask him to stay over. What if we don’t get on? Anyway, after several exchanges and him asking me to “put the idea that he was a mad axeman to bed” we decided that he could stay over with me but it would be on my terms. If I didn’t like him, he could sleep next to me but not touch me. If he didn’t like that… he’d likely get a bit of a fight on his hands.

Feelings, wants and wishes were then explored… I asked him not to pin my arms down against my sides and he said he wasn’t fond of having his head overly touched. I tried to describe my “in control” normal me… and the “in flow” sexual me… How much I adored sex… He soon twigged that I spent a lot of my waking moments “in control” with things planned, this was part down to my job and part juggling family life, so not surprising. He then decided to take over, shape and set the scene for our encounter. He said, ok let’s not speak before our encounter, neither in person or on the phone. He wanted me in stockings and a dress, stood in the room by the window with me looking out of it. We agreed he’d slip into the room and come over to me and put his left hand on my left hip, his right hand on my right hand and slowly trace up my right arm and gently kiss me on the left of my neck. I added one slight addition to the window scene… “Please can you say my name just before you kiss me?” I also said that I’d like to lay eyes on him before he came up behind me. So we agreed we would “meet” (…well see each other in silence) in the bar of an adjacent hotel first.  I recall the weirdness, newness and nervousness of someone else deciding how it’s going to be quite unusual. This particular email below he sent about a month before we met. I didn’t answer it for a week…. I found it quite intriguing in it’s style and fascinating in its use of language. Bearing in mind that I had little experience of chatting up men for sex, I just found this email from him alluring in its assured directness…

Him to me>>

and oh how you make me smile……

You’re quite the organiser and in control lady aren’t you. Hmmmm what fun to have all these plans and ideas swirling around in your meandering underworld only to have them all swept to one side as I take over…….you will enjoy that…

Meeting in the other hotel could be fine…. as for walking across the road with you and into the inn, well that rather defeats the object of the window fantasy so I think you’ll have to let me take over the logistics on the moment on that one and let me guide you though the fantasy fairy land, I think I have enough of what is needed to achieve the plan so don’t worry you’ll go ahead of me and let yourself in, leave the door ajar or unlocked or what ever is needed and I ‘WILL’ walk through that door a little afterwards and it ‘WILL’ be just as we have imagined and you wont loose your nerve because you will actually enjoy the intense sensations of the moment, the electric feeling and the butterflies and the sheer sexual excitement of something new and unknown, the real boundary pusher. Savour the moment….

Looking forward to very much.

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My insides and head lurched. In one way I viewed it in a logical and level headed manner “What?! How will he know I’ll enjoy?!” and in the other I found it erotically intriguing … I replied…

That email was definitely exciting on a different level… I was genuinely taken aback by someone thinking about what they’d like to do… and in an erotic vein involving me… a how unusual… Asking myself Omg what do I think about that…? Spattered with several what??…  bewildered amazement?!!! But at the same time… Captivating and also arousing… What if you did come up behind me and I enjoyed the touch… Your male voice and body behind mine… Someone wanting to hold me, touch me AND telling me I’d enjoy it… Trusting someone… and a relative stranger..”

So our plans progressed… We continued with some logistics on timings, of how was he going to get past reception at the inn etc without my full name?!….

Me to him>>

Had another mini Ah-ha… that might help (me). If I’m by the window and you come up behind and touch me… just be slow and perhaps even still for a while, still connected though so I can feel you… relax into and savour… Actually wrote that to enlighten you with more info (about me), but actually from the sense I’m getting of you… you’re quite perceptive anyway…! Perhaps I should keep quiet ;)) Also, can you close the door behind you too?! 😉 I’d rather I know that I’ve got just you in the room rather than anyone that’s passing too. Or is that a logistic?!! 😉 

Him to me>>

‘Partner’ is fine. and you have no need to worry about the ah ha moment I think I am ahead of you there, as for closing the door…….you’re thinking/worrying too much, yes I will and there will only be me.

I have from time to time loved looking at your photos, those beautiful photos of your pussy come up on my screen on a regular basis. I love those blue panties too, such nice smooth silky looking material. I have imagined my fingers gently and slowly drawing through your pubic hair and not long followed by my tongue which slowly circles the perimeter before trailing its way through your gorgeous bushiness. I am ticking the days off heading towards our meet up, wonderfully exciting. I am trying to leave my head as clear as possible but cant help thinking of allsorts of scenarios and ways of meeting you, seeing you, watching you, touching you, talking to you, holding you, kissing you………………………hmmmmmm so many.

Me to him>>

Mmmm kisses… moving down my neck… Ooooo sounds wonderfully sensual… I still get thoughts of you touching my right hand with yours… slowly exploring the outside of it, & going up my right forearm and nestling your head near the left of my neck… close, gently kissing my neck and whispering “Hello Eve” in my left ear… Then no thoughts after that… Open mind…

We then followed with some more sexually stirring, bubbling emails… (see appendices) where we seemed to ramble openly, sensuously and freely…

The day of our meeting dawned, and I was soon on the train heading towards Cambridge… Realising even more acutely that I’d never met anyone just for sex, and on my return home I would have had an experience… A whole new thing for me. I’d always known my other lovers… My mind was absorbed and my tummy tingling….

Link to Part 2 – Aff4 arrives… (Part 2 of 2)

Perhaps a novelty but appendices in a blog post?!

These email streams sent in the couple of days before we met….

Email1 stream

Email1 Me to him>>

amusing reflection.. There’s my brain trying to work out logic… But arousal, lust, sensations, passion… veer towards the chaotic space… and scramble… too many sensory inputs flooding in… Too cerebral?! ;)) Am here gently playing with the tops of my breasts almost absent mindedly as I write this… because I can! 😉 Noticing the sensations… The trails…

Email1 Him to Me>>

just keep those thoughts and sensations flooding in……

Email1 Me to him>>

Am smiling… How wonderfully exciting and liberating to be able to hide a hot-blooded man away and spend an evening and a night with him without too many distractions, an agenda or any real time constraints. Time… 🙂 What fun!! Ooooooooh mmmmmmmm

Email2 stream

Email2 Me to him>>

I love thinking about sex and being so free… It’s like being on a cliff at the tail end of dusk… in a storm, watching the sea swirling and waves dance and crash on the rocks and the rain beating down, the wind on my face… Standing amongst tall damp grasses and bushes just off a cliff path… On my own with the elements… Dry and warm torso inside a coat, but rain soaking my hair, my face… A warm tear escaping and trickling down my chilled cheek… It’s hot trail so clear… It’s all so beautiful… An energy all around, yet the continuum so serene…

Well, not a lot I can put after that tangential mind thread…

Mmmmmmmmm

Email2 Him to me>>

OMG my darling Eve, I was so in the same mind set when I read that………!!! stunning.

Email2 Me to him>

Aww so glad you enjoyed reading that… It was an enveloping of senses, an odyssey… a flow… the feelings, the movement, the focus… Now re-reading & reflecting… an awareness of how close sex & nature can be to me… Strongly sensual… Spellbinding, enthralling… So alive… My oh my what am I like?! – Back on the train… S’ok happy to play tiddlywinks-winks later if that’s what you had in mind instead… 😉 Lots of sumptuous stormy passion and delightfully bewitching moments … soon :))

 

Never judge a book by its cover!

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Hmmm, perhaps not the most original title for a story about an illicit affair; it is a bit of a cliché but at the same time nothing is more apt to be applied to Gavin.

He contacted me several weeks ago on one of the sites for marital affairs. We started chatting. Quite openly I mentioned right at the beginning of our conversation that I was not looking for any exclusive affair, and that, in fact, due to my very limited time in the big city, my diary was full for the foreseeable future. Nevertheless, soon we turned to using e-mail, where discussed the benefits of straying from our respective marriages, swinger clubs, and other sensual pleasures. I liked his chatty style and felt entirely comfortable in our conversations. He kept in touch during a business trip abroad, sometimes just sending a brief “Hello” message with a brief update, another fact I liked about him.

After about three or four weeks, I had to cancel a meeting with Leo (although we did meet in the end for a quick drink and actually talked for a change J ), followed by a meeting with one of my other “liaisons” on short notice – an abscess in a rather unfortunate place had crossed my plans. I mentioned to Gavin that I would be spending an evening by myself, and he suggested that he would join me for dinner. I thought: “Well, and why not?” Quite by chance he booked a table in one of my favourite restaurants near my hotel, although we agreed to meet elsewhere.

As usual I was a little early at the meeting place and let my eyes wander. Would I recognise him from the photograph he had e-mailed me? Sometimes on such occasions I would message details of my clothing to my “date” to make it easier for him to pick me out from the crowd, but not this time. He arrived a few minutes later, approached me straight away, apologising for being late because he had intended to buy me a present, but could not find anything in the shops in the area. “What a lovely idea!” I said, “but certainly not necessary.” While we walked to the restaurant, I had a good look at him: a bit taller than me, which I like, but otherwise unassuming, very average, and very slim. Not really the type of man I normally go for.

Over dinner we chatted very openly about our adventures as well as about our professional backgrounds, and I found him good company, and very interesting to talk to. Time passed quickly, and at the end of the evening he asked whether he could join me in my room for a little while. I pointed out that I could not play, could not be touched down below at the moment, but otherwise I was happy for him to join me for a few cuddles.

As soon as he came to my room (I normally go ahead on my own so that I’m not seen in anyone’s company by hotel-staff; after all I can’t risk getting a “reputation”, especially since I am a regular customer there) we started kissing, his hands wandering and exploring. When I embraced him, I had the feeling that I was holding a stick – he is so thin, too thin for my liking. Our touches and kisses became more passionate, he rubbed against my bum and I could feel him harden. When I finally touched him, I was surprised how big he was! Big and hard! Never was I more sorry than at that moment that I could not play! Nevertheless, he peeled my dress off me, and then my slip, followed by my bra, and it did not take long for him to shed his clothes, too. Although he is thinner than I would usually go for, he is what and how he is, and there is that erotic quality to him – quite apart from his member – which I found very arousing. At one point he placed his hands between my legs, trying to slip a finger inside my pants, but I had to push him away – which he immediately accepted. By then I was very aroused and excited – so I told him that I would play with myself, since I knew where I could touch without causing pain, while with my other hand – and my mouth – I paid attention to him. During the course of our play he asked me whether I wanted to be tied, and when I agreed, he took two (!!) ties out of his bag, one of which he used to tie my hands together. And then he fucked my mouth, taking his time – while I was gagging, tears running down my face – and all so very enjoyable!

Afterwards we cuddled, and with his gentle strokes I was tempted to drift off. By now it was well after 11 pm. Eventually, he got up to dress and left a little while later. I quickly put on my jeans, too, and went down to the hotel-bar with my laptop (the only place where I can get wifi in the hotel). I really needed a drink after that evening. Shortly before midnight I got an e-mail message from him, thanking me for the magical evening (his words).

For most of the following weeks Gavin was away on another business trip, and I did not hear from him for a while. Well, we know about his adventures during that time from the story he told in the previous post. What struck me when I first read his account (sent as a chatty e-mail) was his critical, almost harsh, self-awareness, the “ick factor” as he called it. Talk about body-image issues! For a long time, quite naively, I thought that it was mostly women who suffered from those insecurities – in my imagination, men were beyond that! By now I do have a slightly better insight into the male mind, but never have I found such thoughts expressed so candidly. Gavin was more than happy to contribute to our blog when I asked him to write up his story. On seeing the initial draft, I pointed out that his account did not have a title, whereupon he suggested “Sleeping with ugliness …”. Reading this almost pierced my heart, not only was it a brutal statement, but it was also wrong in so many ways.

Anyway, a few days ago we met again. I was really looking forward to that evening, especially since this time I could enjoy our play without any limitations. We had a quick dinner, catching up on the latest news, and a discussion of erotic literature was already quite stimulating for things to come later. He had told me in advance that this time he wanted, even needed, to be in control, and that I should be willing to obey orders. Yay! On reading this I high-fived and did a little jig in my mind! Exactly what I wanted! And from my previous experience with him, I knew that I would not be disappointed.

As soon as he entered my room, he caught hold of me, kept me in a tight embrace; we kissed, he rubbed against me and I could already feel his growing erection. Soon we found ourselves on the bed, he kneeling between my thighs, my skirt pushed up around my midriff. I was ordered to take off my top, my bra, although I left my slip on. He started licking and sucking my nipples in turn. Then I was told to take off his shirt, undo his trousers. With each item of clothing we shed our arousal mounted. Once we were entirely naked, he laid me down on the bed and slid with his head between my legs. He started to lick my pussy, twirl his tongue on my sweet spot, and eventually sucked my clit hard into his mouth. I gasped, mewled with pleasure. From that moment onwards my memory is blurred, I can’t recall the sequence of events – I was lost in sensual delights. At some point he slipped on a condom, and a remote controlled vibrating cock ring, entered me, carefully because of his considerable size – so many sensations to process. I rode from crest to crest, although the toy did not quite do it for me (perhaps because I am not used to it?). Finally he drove me over the edge. And, after a short breather, we started all over again, ending in the most deliciously sweaty fuck.

Eventually we got to rest and cuddle on the rather damp sheets, although soon he quickly freshened up in the shower to get ready to make his way home. Meanwhile I lay on the bed, wrapped in my kimono, enjoying the afterglow. On departure, he bent over me, took my face in both hands, and looking deeply into my eyes, he said: “You have made me a very happy man”.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder – but so is ugliness. In Gavin I cannot detect either, but I see a very warm and sensual person with distinct and strong erotic qualities. Physical appearance is only one part of a person, and sexual attraction is not exclusively tied to it either – at least in my books, irrespective of their covers.

A Tale of Three Cities … by Gavin

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I am finally back from an exhausting but sometimes sexually satisfying visit to Baku, Tbilisi and then Durban.  The exhausting part was that the work was very intense in all three places, long days of meetings followed by evenings of (mostly) writing up reports and proposals. All complicated by having to deal with the office in London, and the fact that the visit to Tbilisi was not initially planned.

But I do love travel, especially when it offers to the opportunity to make new, or renew old, sexual friendships.  So I’ll skip the boring work parts, and focus on the parts that are, hopefully, more interesting.

For my first weekend in Baku, I had invited a long-standing lover from Latvia to visit. We met at the airport, and kissed somewhat tentatively as it had been a while.  For the same reason, we delayed going to the bedroom, and spent a lovely evening having dinner by the Caspian, and starting to remake physical contact below and above the table. We then walked along the sea-front , and as always the sound and motion of the sea heightened our sexual feelings, so we soon found ourselves back in the hotel, without any explicit decision to do so, just by both of veering in that direction at each turn. 

By the time we were in the room our reserve had completely disappeared, and we were both ready to become reacquainted with old pleasures, and hopefully discover some new ones.  Initial kisses and fondlings were soon over, and before I really knew what had happened she had my cock in her mouth while I fondled her breasts, and we eventually got ourselves in a position where I could finger her, gradually going deeper and becoming more exploratory — for some reason she doesn’t like being licked or sucked, though she has never explained why (her clitoris is not especially tender, and indeed she enjoys quite heavy finger pressure, at least until she becomes really aroused). Then to missionary, where I had to struggle to stop her biting great chunks out of my neck and shoulder each time she was close to coming (there had been an unfortunate incident a couple of years ago where she left very distinctive bite marks on my neck — luckily with the help of advice on google I managed to make them more or less disappear before I returned to my wife). 

Somehow in the middle of the night we ended up doggy style, which I hadn’t enjoyed for a while and was (I hope!) very satisfying for us both.  No toys this time, though I did later have a dream that reminded me of an encounter we had a couple of years ago, when I was trying to use one of those remote control clit vibrators, but the case broke in the excitement and the control kept falling off.  Not very erotic, though for some reason we didn’t give up, and we got a funny movie of the attempt!

After a second memorable night and morning we went our separate ways at the airport, vowing to see each again soon.

Then to Tbilisi, which is one of my very favourite cities.  Had hopes from some recent correspondence of turning an old friendship into something more, but she was in the mood for flirtation and nothing else, which actually was fine and fun, especially as I still had the memories of Baku to warm by various parts, and perhaps she sensed that I wasn’t ready myself (and maybe guessed why).

Next to Durban, and the renewal of a friendship with a very attractive and vivacious doctor.  Never know quite what will happen with her.  She finds me physically unappealing, but seemingly really enjoys talking to me, and when a couple of years ago we somehow ended up in bed together she seemed to get pleasure out of the love making (as did I), although when we woke up in the night and she found me next to her insisted I go into another room — I was apparently too ick for her to stand me being in the same bed as her.  We ended up having sex a couple more times by apparent accident, but with a sense that after the first excitement the lack of physical attraction was more present in her mind.  She certainly seemed keen to move quickly to penetration, perhaps because then she could more “legitimately” close her eyes.

So this time I was not sure what would happen, although naturally curious and hopeful.  Answer: not much — we only had time in our schedules to meet once, and to be honest I was exhausted from work that evening so may not have exuded many sexual pheromones.  And I’m sure my physical ick factor increases with age!  But I enjoyed the banter and the small sexual touches and kisses, and I always enjoy trying to figure her out, and why she keeps seeing and occasionally sleeping with me (she has other, highly attractive, lovers – I met one, and can attest to that!) .

Then finally to dinner and my hotel with my longest standing lover of the last ten years, who to be honest is not very exciting sexually for me (I think she enjoys it more as an extended form of hugging than as a sexual experience, and she doesn’t like oral sex, giving or receiving; though strangely the only picture I have of her is of her giving me a blow job — this was before she revealed she didn’t like it, so all credit to her for being willing to please me at her expense).  But I had a good orgasm, and so I think did she.  As always when we woke up in the morning she made clear that once was quite enough!

 

And floating around in ecstasy – the second meeting with Peter – by Rebecca

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After the first meeting I was apprehensive as to whether there would be a second meeting. We have a strange affection relationship, after the first meeting we discussed the rules. One or two phone calls a week, one lunch a month and text. Well we found that we did not need to touch base that regularly. He both infuriates and fascinates me, he makes me laugh because he will send a random x text. He says it is because he thinks “oh heck I have not touched base”, I do the same. Our text are generally funny and totally random. We had a discussion about boots used for sailing.

We booked the same hotel and hoped that we could rotate around the whole hotel changing rooms on each occasion. I had asked Peter as I ask all the men whether he had any special requests. He requested on this particular occasion that I travelled without knickers. Now I am fairly liberal but the thought of a two hour journey without underwear did not appeal. What if I tripped up the stairs, would people really want to see a view of my pussy. I told him “no problem” and started my journey fully attired in underwear. I knew that he might be at the pub before me and it would spoil it if I disappeared to the loo on arrival so I found a happy compromise. My knickers stayed on until I availed myself of a local Pret to adjust the underwear. I arrived at the pub to find he was running late!!!

What I like about Peter is that he does not ask for much, he always compliments me on my dress etc, but his attitude is basically the clothing is coming off so he does not request much often. We had our usual wine in the pub and surreally we discuss how we are, how work is, how friends are, never sex. I greet him with “mistress reporting for duty” with a fake whistle and salute which he reciprocates. God knows what the other pub goers think, especially when he checks the no knickers aspect. We set the scene by our usual laughter. We gel with laughter and I continue to question as to whether he has had botox as he has incredibly good skin and a smooth face. He continues to deny……………..

We continue to the hotel room. We have bought some toys, a large pink rabbit which looks frightening, some lube and a vibrating cock ring. We start to have sex. Peter is a very generous lover and he slowly starts to rotate his thumb on my clit building the feeling up gently and warmly. He then uses his mouth to bring me to climax. I find it hard to climax through penetration. He is very directional, not bossy never dom like but he does direct. He tells me to open my legs which with reticent I close. He likes to bring me to multi climaxes and will gently tell me to move my hands away from my clit trying to prevent him from arousing me further. Peter uses all positions and will open me up to receive him and enjoy myself. We spend hours having sex with multiple orgasms. He positions me and shows me how to enjoy myself. For the first time in my life I am free and am willing to open up to him. We have discussed anal sex and he has gently tried to prepare me for something I wanted to try. I request he talks to me throughout, he explains what he is doing but unfortunately I am not capable of relaxing enough. He uses the vibrator on me, a new experience and an intense orgasm. He tells me I am creaming.

As usual we have food in the room. I have grabbed several items from the M & S at the station, a bizarre combination of sandwiches, bottles of wine, pork gyoza, tomatoes, and chocolate and our favourite crisps. We gorge on this feast using the time to actually talk about our relationships, our friends, work, the future etc. I feel very close at this stage as we lie on the bed munching crisps very close to each other. This I must point out is not love or emotion, of course I am part of his life and him mine, but it is the parallel life I keep separate. I know once I leave him apart from a few text and conversations our lives are apart until the next time. This is what I want and he wants, I don’t want emotion, I don’t want feeling, I want fantastic sex………

Once we have departed after five hours of sex and checked our calendars to book the third meeting, I realise we have left the cock ring in the room. I jokingly suggest that he contacts lost property………………