Author: Leo

A spontaneous and varied week

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This week has been memorable for its spontaneity and naughtiness. In a world where we’re all ‘diarised’ to within an inch of fun, it’s nice to be able to have met up with three of my friends at a few hours notice.

The first was on Monday, I was at a new client out of town and messaged Helen that I could be driving home on a road not far from her beauty salon in Epsom. We had previously talked about how meeting there could be fun and that it is closed on Mondays. Helen is usually up for a bit of adventure – witness her her afternoon at Kestrels with me

A few hours later on one of these lovely summer’s evenings we’re having, I pulled into the nearby Sainsbury’s car park and she came out to meet me and guide me around to the back of the salon. She was wearing a floaty, short’ish summery dress and had clearly been making the most of the recent sunny weather, with her nut brown cleavage difficult to miss.

In through the back door and we were kissing urgently.. Looking around for options. I certainly didn’t expect a bed, but had imagined some sort of surface in the back room that we could use, but there wasn’t one. We went into the Salon, with a slightly disbelieving look on my face – really? Is this where we were about to have sex? We could see straight onto the high street a few meters away, people walking by were clearly visible. Helen reassured me that she had checked and this was only see through one way.

The excitement and surreal apparent voyeurism of it had Helen removing her knickers quickly and me dropping my trousers. Some awkward positions in various chairs, including the one by the hair washing basins, followed. Getting to the right angle, whilst not slipping on the highly polished floor in my shoes, was proving tricky. She grabbed a few small towels and put them on the floor. To a backdrop of people chatting and walking by 3 meters away, we lay on the floor and I entered her properly this time. The act of sex was slowly sliding us across the floor towards the wall. Helen gets so turned on and focused during sex it’s like being devoured by a gorgeous sexual predator.. Earlier I had lain back in one of the chairs as she determinedly manoeuvred herself to get me as deep inside her as possible. Frequently we paused to look in each other’s eyes, smile knowingly and reflect on just how bizarre this was.

Some messages the next day from Helen about how the fact she had had sex on that very chair was providing moments of distraction from attending to the beauty needs of her clients.

The next spontaneous, and naughty sex was on Wednesday with Rebecca. She had told me of a meeting she had lined up with 007, one of her men. I happened to be free, or at least flexible, in the morning and so, not so innocently, asked what time she had the hotel booked from – 10 am.. And what time are you meeting 007? 12:30…  In the spirit of, if you don’t ask you don’t get.. I wondered aloud if she’d like to meet at 10. Rebecca is alert to the possibilities of a good time… and replied ‘why not?’

Next day we find ourselves wondering through docklands to a smallish hotel, not quite believing what we’re up to. There are some logistical challenges going through our minds, like how to bring 007 to the same hotel in 2 hours time without revealing that Rebecca had previously checked in, or that she had already had sex on the same bed. I hovered outside as she checked in – but there was no avoiding the tiny reception as I came in and turned into a nearby corridor and room.

The sex was as fun and wonderful as the first time a week earlier. Playfully I teased her a bit about wanting to hide her body whilst I immediately took off my clothes. We paused whilst I helped with some IT, specifically setting up a google calendar to better organise her underground life! And then we resumed. More orgasms for both of us and then an hour and half later we were heading back on the DLR, her to Canary Wharf to meet her next assignment and me to Bank for a meeting.

Apparently 007 didn’t suspect anything and Rebecca had a wonderful afternoon with him before they went off to have a meal.

Finally, on Saturday, on yet another of this summer’s hot and balmy days I find myself cycling fast to the ‘love shack’ to meet up with Urvashi.  This is our third meeting at the love shack and we both know it needs to be a quickie… a sweaty, intense and focused quickie and all the more enjoyable for that. I am peeled out of my MAMIL’ian Lycra and am naked under the cooling fan. The look of almost distant lust in her eyes as she focuses on some inner middle distance as I move from slow to energetic sex. The sweat is beginning to drip and we’re enjoying the slipperiness it brings.

Urvashi – the Indian goddess of distraction (amongst other things)  has been asking when I’m going to write up about our first meetings, from the glade in the woods of Richmond Park to our ‘love shack’. I wasn’t sure she wanted to be mentioned in the blog, but have been put right on that.

I’ll be looking to correct this oversight in a little while – but first I’m off on holiday for a few weeks. Being on the other side of the world from my friends, or lionesses as Rebecca has begun to call them, is going to be a new experience for me. I’ll miss them, but it’ll be good for me to focus on the moment, my lovely family and relaxing.

Rebecca – a friendship forged on WhatsApp

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Rebecca has spurred me into action, she writes with verve and insight and it’s a style I’d like to emulate. As well as being easy to read, it captures the breathless, playfulness of these meetings, the friendship and the sex.  She has already contributed a post – I am a wife, a mother and a lover to four men (thanks to Ashley Madison)

I’ve only known Rebecca for three weeks, following a few relatively opaque emails exchanged on Ashley Madison, and we’ve bonded as friends.

It turns out that the rat-a-tat chat of WhatsApp is a great way to forge a friendship. We want to publish our chat on here, once we’ve ‘redacted’ some of the details. Rebecca’s use of the word redacted, reflects her line of work.  A quick count showed that I had sent 890 messages! This took us by surprise, until we remembered a couple of conversations had gone on for over and hour.

A combination of WhatsApp and Ashley Madison has definitely catalysed the process of meeting nice married women who just happen to want uncomplicated sex. At one point a couple of days ago, on the bus to see Isabella, I was chatting to 5 women ‘friends’ on WhatsApp at the same time. It warranted a screenshot, sent to Rebecca and Eve as evidence.

Rebecca and I had a playful meeting in a pub in Covent Garden.. Before I walked her to her next cocktail date with a different new man.. We already knew so much about each other… she had sent me link to her blog of a couple of years ago where she talked of George the caterpillar, her hairy top lip. I instinctively gave her smooth top lip a gentle stroke when we met

A month earlier she had shaved below for the first time and now regretted doing so, not liking the girliness of it. I agree with her. The porn industry has a lot to answer for, and the spread of the shaved pussy is right up there! We had already covered my preference for the natural woman in our messaging.

Rebecca and I even had our first tiff the other day! After I told her that I had WhatsApp’d a friend whilst sitting behind the shoulder of one of Rebecca’s lovers. Rebecca thought we were laughing at her expense – we weren’t, just playfully sharing the surreal situations we sometimes find ourselves in.

In this case, Rebecca had told me she was meeting a lover at All Bar One, in Canary Wharf, where I happened to be with a client that day. Cheekily we arranged that I would observe from afar. I bumped into her in the bar, with her man sitting outside, and she bought me a drink. I then sat behind his shoulder, where she occasionally cast me a knowing smile.

Rebecca, has become overwhelmed by the level of interest and attention she is getting. Until three months ago she had only had sex with her husband for the last 24 years – now she has met 4 men for sex, and has a list of many others, including me, who she might meet.  I have just replied to an email from her, which lists 16 men she has been in contact with, asking me for help in winnowing it down (she used the term cull, though that sounds a bit terminal)

It’s very different for men on AM, where each approach to a woman is deliberate and considered, trying to stand-out from the masses of other approaches that will have received. I appear to have found or, more accurately, carefully crafted a style of communicating on AM that gets a response. Rebecca is the 7th woman I have met up with off there. She tells me that other men complain they have no luck.

Before the emailed list, she had shown me her little pink notebook in the pub on Monday – where she has attempted to track their names and interests. Even funnier was her work roster for the next two months, printed out and colour coded with pencilled-in initials of the men she was meeting up with.

It appears that everyone is up to it…

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Part of the fun of this is living slightly vicariously through the women I’ve come to know. This week isn’t untypical. I am also completely aware that this sounds incredible – you’ll just have to trust me when I say that every situation did happen …

Janet has returned from a couple of weeks on a lecture tour of Italy, to meet up with Daniel, her Jordanian millionaire. She met him about 4 weeks ago in the bar of her Hilton. We had been chatting on whatsapp, and I dared her to return his interest from across the room. A drink and a chat later they agreed to meet again on his next visit to London. This time they met at his Mayfair hotel, his tall bodyguard consigned to wait by the car. On this occasion it turned out that Daniel is after a more ‘traditional’ affair, with a meal, presents and exclusivity.

After the night with her Jordanian, Janet met up with Chris – a 6’4″ Dom whom she met on Ashley Madison. It’s the second time they have met and she has found herself agreeing to see him exclusively. Which means that I’ve been dropped of her list, at least for now.

This is the woman whom I met 6 weeks ago; I was her 4th ever lover and she had just had a bad Dom experience with Richard, that had left her shaken and a little bruised. She’s decided that Daniel comes with a bit too much risk and could turn possessive – so may not see him again.

 

Today I’ve been having a playful chat with Tanya, a friend of Helen’s, on WhatsApp. The two of them meet for a weekly boozy evening and compare notes. Tanya has been a little more conflicted about who she is looking for – whilst loving the physical side, she’s single and ideally wants a longer term relationship.

It’s been a busy week for Tanya. She had a Dom from Portsmouth to stay last night – she hadn’t met him before and somehow found herself inviting him for a couple of nights! Suffice to say that when he did arrive there was zero chemistry between them, they didn’t have sex or even much Dom fun.. And, after a slightly awkward morning they agreed that he should leave.

She seems to have had a new man, married and never strayed, in reserve though who came around this afternoon. [Update: That visit did lead to sex, though the ‘gushing’ that he had said he would induce in her didn’t happen. Tanya does say that his cock was as advertised]

In order to allay her neighbour’s curiosity at these men appearing at her house, she had asked him to arrive with a clipboard – I kid you not.

Meanwhile, I had a surreal Wednesday afternoon out with Helen at Kestrel’s – a local ‘nudist spa’ near Heathrow. I’ve been there a few times over the years, mostly with my wife for an occasional dabble at swinging – but also with other women.

This visit was quite memorable. It was a lovely sunny afternoon, so the glass cover over the pool had been drawn back and Helen was keen on some weightless, slippery frolicking in the water.

We then made our way down to the dungeon-like stables at the end. After a little meandering around, trying to decide where to settle, we went to a bed within wooden cage structure and started to play.

It wasn’t long before we had an audience and one guy asked to join. We then entered a sort of state of sexual ‘flow’ with other men coming in. I withdrew and lay back to watch – the image seared on my mind is of Helen sucking on a lovely black cock, whilst another man played, slightly too vigorously, with her pussy, and she had a third’s cock in her other hand.

I’m rubbish at conveying the scene in any sensual way and realise this is sounding like a piece of reportage – however in this case the actual events are enough.

Helen, who when I met her last November had only had 3 previous lovers in her life! A number she more than doubled in a Wednesday afternoon, in the dark under the Heathrow flight path.

 

Extending the surreal theme a little… Eve and I are planning to meet her local lover ‘Aff6’ for a threesome on Monday afternoon. She’s had one threesome before when she was in her twenties, but Aff6 hasn’t and is apparently quite intrigued by the prospect.

Jackie is still in NY, on holiday with her family, celebrating her 50th. She’s just sent a nice picture with her son in what looks like a hot NY. We’ve exchanged a couple of messages and are planning on a meet in the next couple of weeks. I haven’t heard from Claudia this week – I must ping her a message.

I’ve been emailing Susan, who lives locally. She had told me about a charitable dance event last Bank Holiday Sunday down in Ascot, which was fun. We had never met or spoken and were hoping to accidently ‘bump’ into each other.

However, there were too many attractive women in their early 50s, most of them wearing black dresses, so that I could not be sure to catch the eye of the right person. In the end I gave up and left early – not least because I had a long bike ride planned for Monday. So I still haven’t seen Susan in person and not exchanged much chat since then. It’s been half term which she says has taken up a lot of her time. We’ll see what happens – but I’m not expecting much.

 

A memorable 10 days, with five lovely women

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It’s been a memorable 10 days.. I have had gorgeous, timeless, connected and fun sex with five different women, each of whom I have met several times before and will hopefully continue to see for some time to come. One of those is my gorgeous wife, who is aware and sometimes asks for details of my encounters.

I realise that’s an unconventional declaration. In following posts I’ll try to describe how I came to be in this fortunate and socially-questionable position. I’m lucky to find myself with the trust and shared intimacies of such a varied group of women, most of whom are happily married – and are themselves exploring this aspect of their lives in their 50’s. It’s certainly not a numbers game for me, as I stay in touch, normally on WhatsApp, with all of the women that I have seen this year.

Those five women don’t include the two co-authors of this blog, who I have been seeing for longer. I’ll be writing more about playful times with Eve and Claudia, as we each reflect upon and share our experiences by writing this blog for a wider audience. I met Eve almost 5 years ago, whilst I have known Claudia for a year.  Continue reading →