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.