Although Aff4’s living abroad, I was lucky enough to have a wonderful steamy sexy catch up with him when he was over here in December, complete with stockings (chosen by him earlier in a shop when we met) & a no knickers dinner (they were tucked in his pocket by then!) and some very fulfilling horny romps when we got back to the hotel. Before we caught up though he sent me this excerpt, which although long, I enjoyed reading and thought I’d share. It was something I noticed with Aff4 on our first encounter and through many email exchanges with him, his adeptness of sensing women, connecting with them and seizing opportunities and moments…!

From Aff4:-

I have just had a very hectic time, first off I had to go down to the other property (very rural) as some work needed doing to keep it reasonably viewable for prospective purchasers. This meant I had to stay for a few days, 2 nights in fact. My best contact and friends down there had friends staying so couldn’t put me up, but put me in touch with another good friend of theirs who does B&B.

My trip to the other house, went well and the weather was good with blue skies and warm sunshine. Made for good long working days. The first evening I was invited to my good friends who had guests staying, had a lovely evening with a wonderful supper followed by a late night drive to the B&B. I had only briefly met my host, Jennie, earlier, a lady in her late 50s. Divorced with 4 grown up children. Jennie has been living around here for about 20 years so fairly native. She is fun and introduced herself as very busy, has to work as needs the money! Jennie has a catering business which she does with the help of my other friend Ruth. Dear Jennie obviously likes her food as she is a little on the plump side which is more than compensated by her bubbly personality. So first night back late I crept in as all the lights were off save one to show me the way. Mine was a big room on the ground floor on the far side of the house. Breakfast was the first opportunity to chat, though I didn’t hang about as I had to get on with work on my property.

The second evening I had to fend for myself, I worked late into the evening so by the time I got back it was getting on a bit, a quick shower and change and I was on my way into town to find supper. Jennie meanwhile had told me she was out to supper at the local bistro with a friend. So as not to cramp style or make her feel as though she needed to involve me I chose not to go to this place but went further into town but by the time I got there everywhere was closed. Huh! Anyway, I found food elsewhere.

I got back to the B&B before Jennie, too early for bed so I sat in the sitting area with feet up and opened a bottle of wine I had with me. It wasn’t long after I had settled that Jennie got back. Whoever she had been out with had brought her back but didn’t stay as the car turned and I heard it crunching its way off down the driveway as Jennie closed the front door. After a quick visit into her part of the house she came through to see how I was. Full of chat we talked for quite a while when I offered her a glass of wine. She accepted and sat down on a chair opposite me. As ever I do, I looked her up and down and decided from the dress code she hadn’t been out with male company that was of a romantic nature, shall we say it was a rather relaxed look being jeans and sweat shirt. Our conversation covered all manner of topics from her past, her children, what she did and what she had to do when her husband left, with me picking up pointers and subjects to revisit in our conversation.

With the bottle almost empty I asked her who the gentleman was that took her out.

‘How did you know it was a man’?

‘Intuition’ I said.

‘Ah well, yes it was, just a friend that’s all’

‘You sound as though you wished there was more’ I teased

‘Chance round here would be a fine thing’

That was the intro to a whole new conversation with me asking some rather close to the mark questions though there wasn’t any hesitation in answering. We talked on for about 20 minutes with me enquiring about her romantic life which was sparse to me asking of her love life to me asking her when was the last time she had sex, to which she giggled and said is that with someone else or solo?

Turned out she hadn’t had sex for 8 years.

‘Wow Jennie, that’s a long time’

‘Tell me’!

‘I’ll bet if you had an orgasm now brought about by someone else you would make a lot of noise’

‘Probably’ she said

‘Well I would love to hear you making a lot of noise’ I said with a huge smile.

Jennie had a big grin on her face and announced that it was probably time to retire now, thanked me for the wine and stood up. As she stood I did too, so was pretty close to her, which seemed to un-nerve her though she still smiled. The conversation had been quite stimulating and had caused a bit of an erection. She leant forward to give me the perfunctory peck on each cheek but on going from one cheek to the other I caught her mid way and our lips touched.

‘Nice moist lips’ I whispered ‘Now let’s see if there’s more’

With that I took her hand and placed it on my trousers where my erection was, she gave a gasp and a sharp intake of breath.

‘Oh wow’ was all she said

My mouth was now only about an inch away from her ear so I whispered

‘I am going to let my tongue flick through your pussy and when I find the best arousal spot I am going to stay there and lick and suck you till you scream with your orgasm’

To which I felt her shudder and tremble which was very erotic to think that she was actually so turned on. This is going well I thought. About a minute later we were standing next to my bed with me telling her not to say a word and just let me guide her. Without hesitation I found the button and zip of her jeans and in a few moments had them undone and my hand slid down inside her panties, making room and freeing up the material I soon slipped through her very generous mound of hair to find that she was indeed very very turned on. In fact so much so she had gushed as I pushed my hand further into her panties. Embarrassed and apologizing because it had been years, I told her not to worry as I expected her to do it a few times more before we were done.

As I had predicted the moans started almost immediately, which was very very horny. Soon I had my fingers playing with her clit which was swimming she was so wet. Her panties soaked and her jeans wet too, it wasn’t long before we had them off, I pushed her back onto the bed and had her legs spread wide.

Lights on and curtains open she was past caring if anyone should chance pass by. She squeaked as my tongue started on her pussy, both my hands down there assisting too, it wasn’t long before I could feel her cumming as the intensity grew I slowed and she moaned more, that happened 2 or 3 times then on about the forth time she spoke.

‘Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop’

But I did and she squirmed and moaned. I came up and started to take my shirt off talking to her as I did. Then I undid my trousers and peeled them down, it was very flattering to hear her groaning as she looked at my cock as it was revealed. Jennie leant forward to hold it, stroked it a little as I started to play with her pussy again. By now she was as horny and as hot as hell.

‘ I hope your going to fuck me with that thing’ she said

‘Hmmm mmmmmm maybe’ I said as I went down on her again. Very quickly she was moaning again and very ready to cum so I eased off again to build her up once more. I was loving the feeling and the hearing her moan and groan with anticipated pleasure. Her pussy was once more swimming in her juices making the bed quite wet too. Bringing her closer to orgasm again with all these juices flooding around was intoxicatingly horny but I backed off a little thinking she was now very close to being in full flight

‘Fuck me fuck me fuck me’ she screamed

‘Quick quick, please fuck me PLEASE fuck me’ she cried.

I had my cock teasingly just touching her now swollen clit and bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her next utterance was quite desperate but very horny. For a very well spoken lady brought up and educated at public school, it was a hell of a turn on to hear her,

‘Get that cock hard up my cunt now’

To which I slammed into her followed by a few hard pumps as she exploded with the orgasm and a hand full of moans, a lot of groaning and a considerable number of ‘fuck me fuck me’ As she came I got soaked by her next full on gush. After a short while panting and catching her breath, I whispered in her ear

‘Right, my turn! Now you ARE going to be fucked, so spread your legs wide as I am coming in’

I got onto her, guided my stiff and very hard cock back into her cunt, telling her so as I did. I had quickly established that she loved the dirty talk. I started at her quite slowly and rhythmically but it didn’t take long before she was back in her wanton stride and aroused again bucking and writhing as she wanted more cock which in doing so knocked me off my rhythm. No matter it was good and I enjoyed her wantonness all the more. It wasn’t at all long before she was back on track ready to cum again, 8 years worth was all stored up and eager to pour out. Feeling her rising again I told her

‘You’re a really dirty slut aren’t you’

To which she came instantly to my surprise, saying that to her, at that moment sent her over the top into another heap of groans. Wonderful, though I was now ready to cum too.

Now on the other side of the room was a huge mirror set on the floor, I hadn’t really thought about it but it made a great view. There was still a light on in the room so plenty to see by, I got Jennie onto all fours facing the mirror so that she could see herself and me behind her as I pushed myself back into her soaking pussy. If she looked right down between her legs she could see me shafting into her. On the other hand, Jennie has shortish hair but just enough to get hold of, so I held her by it pulling her head back slightly to make sure she watched in the mirror. Judging by the smile on her face she was loving it especially bits like calling her a dirty slut, nice fucker and anything else I could think of. It made a great sight as I pumped into her while pulling on her hair.

As I did so

‘Liking this are we? What’s your favorite fuck?’

Groans was the answer. So being a bit plump as she is and being on all fours facing herself in the mirror I took a little chance to try a smack on her bum, to see what reaction that had.

Oh boy!

Did she like that? Oh YES

Getting spanked with her cunt full of cock sent her off again. (I found out later that she had only heard innuendo about that sort of thing, didn’t really know what it was about or would be like but had had fantasies years ago about being spanked). This was indeed a great find. I was now happily riding her and spanking her as I did so, putting thoughts of cumming myself on the back burner. Her bum was soon getting red and I kept asking her what she wanted

‘More, please more’ she squealed several times

It wasn’t long before I was getting soaked again as she came for a third or forth time as I had by now lost count. She collapsed face down on the bed panting as if she had run a marathon.

‘Now here’s something you haven’t done yet’ I said, having got off the bed and moved around I front of her. I had my cock right in front of her face though she hadn’t realized as she had her eyes shut. When she opened them I told her to open and she took me in her mouth. Clearly very inexperienced at this (which I later found out was because it was the first time she had ever had a cock in her mouth!)

We talked for a little while, which is when I found out about the little fantasy and the oral sex or lack of. She was clearly enjoying some sort of release feeling, sexual liberation as she called it. She described the stinging sensation of spanking whilst fucking as an amazing turn on.

To which I started to lightly spank her again getting her to describe it to me as I did, a mix of sexual arousal and stimulation combined with the feelings of sexual submissiveness which soon led to me riding her again. This time it was for me I told her.

I had established that she was happy in the submissive role enjoying the verbal tirade, the more I called her a slut she seemed to like it and the more she seemed to like it the more I made her tell me to fuck her.  During this session I remember having a brilliant thought which was along the theme I had discovered. 8 years of pent up sexual frustration was literally pouring out of her that night.

I told her I had spanked her enough. Her bum was bright red and tingled when she turned back over onto her back. I told her it would be sore for a couple of days which would serve as a reminder of what she had been up to. Then I told her that I would leave some euros beside the bed as payment.

‘that way you can think about what a whore you were’

That was taking a big chance but I was confident on where her head was

‘then you better fuck me like a bitch then, fuck me like the fat whoring slut I am’

Bloody hell I thought, is there no end to this woman’s filth?

So I did fuck her and tell her how filthy she was (though I never called her fat, couldn’t do that but she mentioned it a few times).

My finale came telling her to spread her legs wide open and watch me cumming. She did just that telling that she wanted more.

Then I was fucked! Knackered! The bed was soaked, so she offered me space in hers back down the other end of the house. We both crashed out.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of a door opening, I thought it was Jennie walking out, no it was her coming in with a cup of tea. At first she was a bit sheepish.

‘Morning, how’s your bum’?

A big grin came on her face… ‘tingly’

Tea was sat on the bedside table and as she put it down I peeled back the duvet and asked if she wanted to have another try sucking on my cock. I didn’t need to ask twice. She was onto it in seconds. As she sucked I gave her instructions and guidance and reminisced about the night before, purposely getting her aroused. What fun that was, it wasn’t long before her pussy was wet again. While sucking I was telling her that she could only stop if it was to start telling me what she wanted.

That didn’t take long either.

‘Fuck me again, hard again PLEASE’

What fun that was, what a way to start a day, I had obviously let the genie out of the bottle. She wanted to be spanked again too, she knew it would be sore but didn’t care. She even said she would let me do it as hard as I liked!! I began to think she could easily turn into a pain loving slut, such as I have seen a couple of times before. In this case it could be a sub conscious compensation for her thinking that because she was fat it made her desirable, who knows?

Anyway she enjoyed her early morning spanking and fuck, yes her bum did get sore and I stopped spanking before she stopped asking to be spanked more. She came a couple of times more and while riding her I discovered she had a little box of toys!! Her favorite was a rabbit of course.

It didn’t take me long to have those brought out and we had a few minutes playing with those when she had another fantasy realized. Getting her up on all fours again didn’t take any coaxing and soon had me fucking her lovely wet pussy and her favorite rabbit got lubed and was very soon slipping in and out of her arse. I think she had had some play at doing that before though she didn’t admit it. Nice watching and listening to her cum during that, boy she was noisy and full of dirty talk as ever.

I had breakfast, paid for my two nights B&B and left €40 by my bed with a little note, thanks for services rendered.

I was about to go on my merry way when I was asked if I wanted any more!!! Clearly Jennie hadn’t had enough. Though by this time I was out of the door and standing on the terrace at the back of her house. Overlooked by vineyards, on the terrace was a table. Jennie was still in her dressing gown.

‘Lean back against the table and show me your hairy cunt again’

Being the good slut she had soon become she did just that. I went up to her and felt between her legs. I thought that she must be feeling a bit sore by now, if she was she wasn’t letting on. I was still feeling horny too and listening to her groaning once more and this time in the cold light of day out in the open did have an arousing effect. This was about as risqué as it gets, anyone passing by could see, anyone in the fields could see and her neighbour should they be in part of their garden would easily see but Jennie didn’t seem to care?

It didn’t take long to have my cock banging into her cunt again talking filthy talk into her ear and her telling me filthy thoughts of her own. I did hear a tractor slow down and wondered if they had seen but it made no difference, Jennie wanted more cock and I was happily shagging her. I mustered one more cum which I made her take in her mouth, something else she had never experienced but seemed to relish it. Then I had to get going. About half an hour later I got a text ‘ thanks for the euros. Whore xxx’

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 1^st 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 2^nd 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 2^nd 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!!

 

Really guys, did you have to go 1 set all? Aff5 was at friends watching the Wimbledon final and although he was toying with bailing out to see me, we decided to delay and somehow meet up after that finished. We’d only conjured that morning the possibility of us meeting up after the final. The tennis was good, but with excitement brewing inside me the longer the game the later my catch-up. As a result I rapidly became an instant Djokovic supporter as he pulled away to take the lead and go on to win! So Aff5 & I met early evening near my local pub. Despite the rain, I was in the same gear as I’d been in all day – flip flops, a denim mini skirt, dark green t-shirt top and a fleece… I literally had escaped out of the house, on quite a dodgy premise of having a quick catch-up drink with a friend. It was the first time since our initial meeting that I’d turned up to meet Aff5 actually wearing a bra…

He saw me drive past and was soon walking over to my car…. “No not here…!!” I quickly exclaimed. So after a brief skim touch “Hi” I scooped my “loot” out of my car boot which I’d surreptitiously been adding to over the course of the afternoon… some wellies, warm long stripy socks, a cagoule, a rug, a hat and a rucksac, and some chocolate raisins and went over and let myself into the passenger seat of his car. He leant over and kissed me and quickly sussed that I had knickers on. Hmmm a no-no…

“Take your knickers off!”… “No, I don’t need to…”… With determination he persisted and said “Eve, just take your knickers off, or I will!”. “No…” I responded, “I need to think” I said. “You over-think… just take your knickers off!” he exclaimed. I looked up and into his eyes, paused and defiantly and firmly said “No!” … The inner me was whooping “go girl!!” A few moments later he started the car and we drove off… complete with my knickers, err umm rolled up into a tight ball in the door bin. Bugger 😉

We decided to head for our “on top of the hill” spot again, which is in fairly remote open countryside and where we both had our first outdoor fuck together this year. As the hedgerows whizzed past us, I turned and said “Hi” to his dog, Fox, in the rear seat. A major cutie there! Nearing the top of the hill and just before the carpark, my Aff undid his trousers and reached for my hand and led me inside his jeans (no pants) and rested my hand on his warm naked throbbing cock. Aww that just was a gorgeous feeling… The energy… The pulses.

I remember parking up, with the view of the sleepy valley below which stretched out beyond us. Unusually there was a campervan in the carpark too, off to our left… and then… Omg… What happened next? Where did my head go?… He’d taken me from somewhere to 200mph in what seemed nano-seconds. I recall sprawling in his passenger seat with my legs splayed wide, my head back and I’m just going off on one… my torso lifting responsively from the seat and shaking uncontrollably… I notice I’ve still got the seat belt round me restraining me… but am sexually exploding under his touch. He somehow in all this undoes my bra and dives onto my right breast, his hand continuing to massage and tease my pussy, my clitoris, driving my body into such impetuously uncontrollable rampant submission…. The pressure exchanges on my mound, his fingers dancing… his touch in turn responding to what he was sensing… The lure I was under and the reactive instinctiveness of my body… I couldn’t tell whether I was inadvertently lowering the steamed up car window as my legs flayed, or he was… Either way… I was struggling to think… had some vague distant sense of the campervan in direct line of sight to our left, but I shut my eyes… I could feel the fresh breezes and drizzle on me… I was loud and in full orgasm…. Totally enraptured… totally gone… His lips on my pussy, on my torso, my breasts, his fingers playing me, playing my sex & playing my arse… I came round slightly at that point and in my head I had the phrase “Are you up my bottom?” which in stilted barely coherent words I tried to convey and utter to him … he just had a huge smirk on his face and exclaimed… “You know I’m up your bottom and you love it!”… I hid in his shoulder… There is a naturally instinctive raw wild side and also a shy side to me… In some ways a strange mix!

His car isn’t great for fucking in, so we decided to go and find a spot on the hillside. With my bra now off and in my bag, I pulled on my long warm stripy socks, wellies, cagoule and quickly nabbed my hat to keep the rain off – I was meant to be out at a friends not washing my hair! He picked up the rug, and put my bag in his car boot. I was a bit flustered trying to think as he was hurrying me to get going as he was stood outside in the rain. We walked up the track in close contact, with my left hand trying to keep my hat on to keep my hair dry. His left hand however was soon wandering up my skirt and over my naked bottom. We went over a stile and then dithered and decided that the other side of the track might’ve been better. I went to climb back over the stile again which was like a red rag to a bull as he played with me whilst I was stood there straddled over the stile. Omg… I did make it off the stile and then realising there were sheep in the field opposite (not good with a dog), we walked back down the track back towards his car and the campervan. Him determined to thwart my attempts at holding my skirt down and being semi-decent, my skirt proceeded to ride up under his touch exposing my bottom. He also got his cock out of his jeans for me to hold… and says “I bet you’ve never walked a cock down the road before have you?” … I cracked up laughing… “No!” We must’ve looked a sight going past the campervan once again, the two of us in the rain with a dog bounding about us. A lass in a cagoule that didn’t really cover her naked rear, wearing a hat, long stripy socks and wellies and a guy with his large cock hanging out of his jeans that was being held by said girl! We were both smiling and laughing as we walked on and veered off into a field to our right and made our way down towards a clearing under some trees. We stopped and I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, relishing the contact… consciously and wonderfully noticing the contrasting cool wetness of the atmosphere around us and the warm wetness inside my mouth… I continued to enjoy playing with and exploring his cock. His shaft was slightly softer initially too. I could press my tongue against his shaft and it yielded more at first and was more impressionable before firming up, responding and matching my applied pressures. The various contrasts so beautiful… an idyllic moment in time… nature’s raw elements…

After a while we got ourselves a bit “sorted” and laid the rug out, he lay down and needing no encouragement I swiftly climbed on top of him and basically shagged and shagged him… Trying to hide us both under my cagoule, the raindrops rolling off onto him, the rug soaked, us laughing and fucking… It’s fair to say that Fox is used to being around his master fucking women(!!)… but instead of roaming around picking up and chewing sticks this time he had an expression mixed between “Really?… How much longer am I going to be sat here in the rain guys?!!” and “Can I get away with joining in with the occasional slobbery kiss too?!” Oh he is so gorgeous! They both are :-). My skirt was hoicked entirely up under my cagoule keeping dry… my cagoule was open at the front, my breasts hanging free to the elements and Aff5 beneath me, and my totally exposed bottom being pummelled by him too… rain pouring down on it, down my legs, down on us both… His wet face smiling up at me, his hair in wet clumps clinging to his forehead. He then moved and positioned himself behind me and fucked me doggy style… Loved it… the dampness surrounding us… feeling the wet ground beneath my fingers, squishing the soft ground and mud with my hands, feeling twigs, long grasses, noticing the wet mossy bark of trees around us, the rain drops… and this hard warm energised cock buried deep within my body and moving… a gorgeously mesmerising, captivating back and forth rhythm as he fucked me… rain down my face… hair totally soaked… the shining wet leaves and grass all about us… and in amongst all of this an urgent thread of pure lustful carnal connection as we beautifully fucked… So earthy and natural. So strikingly atmospheric. He withdrew and removed the condom and came yet again… part in my mouth, part down my top, part over the rug… He kissed and tasted his cum on my lips, then noticed the white blob on my dark green top and was straight there licking and retrieving his spunk off that too… I just cracked up laughing… so barmy and funny and just a fantastic moment in time…!

We decided that we had better head back… we were both soaked, but happy. There were mozzies about, so I had a few more bites added to my legs. We got back to the car, he opened his boot and asked “Are these your jeans?” … “Nope” (It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d worn my clothes in public) … So he stripped off his wet jeans and replaced them. Another nice “view” and experience for the folk in the campervan! My skirt as it was acting more like a belt had remained relatively dry… however, my top was damp in places and my hair donning a wet tousled “you’ve been through a hedge” look. We decided to go to a pub and dry off. I couldn’t go home looking like I did… wet dishevelled hair and a totally fucked glow.

I was putting my knickers on, part habit and part me clutching to some decorum?!… Really Eve? Isn’t it a bit late for that?!! He didn’t want them adorned, infact he laughed. So they only got half way and swiftly came off again.

It wasn’t my local local, but one that does really good food. I managed to find a comb in my bag before we got there, and let my hair dry in the pub. He wanted me to be beside him with no underwear… and we ate… food this time, not each other! We actually chatted! Perhaps fortunate in hindsight I did put my knickers in the door bin as they remained relatively dry. Just before leaving the pub I nipped to the toilets and reacquainted my body with my bra and knickers. Aff5 dropped me back to my car, we parted over a few kisses and chocolate raisins, and I headed home. My fleece although damp, luckily didn’t look wet. Thankfully I walked into a family discussion about something between my husband and my youngest, which neatly diverted attention from how my evening had gone. I smiled, was calm and had a happy glow inside. I miraculously managed to move the wet gear from my car boot to the garage unseen too. The rug was literally dripping puddles on the floor!

I settled in for the rest of the evening with my family, feeling alive inside, calm and mellow too. Smiling. Blimey… I loved our evocative erotic if somewhat barmy and hilarious encounter..!!

WA exchanges with Aff5 since this encounter:-

>>Me to Aff5

I’ve sent you my recall on email…

>>Aff5 to Me

Just read the attachment, I think it’s the horniest yet. I am hard and want to fuck you now. You missed that I played with your pussy in the pub and the barman kept on coming over. Love kissing you with my cum on our lips J That is a great retelling, so sexy. Thank you

>>Me to Aff5

What? You just held my knee and leg in the pub didn’t you? Please don’t tell me I was too far out of it to notice that you were playing with my pussy in the pub…? :-O I know I was in a very very mellow place and my recall memory has it as another hazy area. I also know and remember the barman kept coming over, and also asked if we were local. Thankfully you answered him, but I wonder if he was suspicious of me?!

>>Aff5 to me

Yes every now and then a finger would stray across your lips and clitoris, hovering on the edge. Made me horny and I was hoping to fuck you again x

>>Me to Aff5

OMG I don’t remember that… How switched off were my warning bell sensors?!!! I do remember you holding my knee… and my leg… Was my pussy actually exposed in the pub??

>>Aff5 to me

Pussy not exactly exposed but accessible to me… Subtly

>> Me to “myself”…

Hmmm think I’ll leave this here… I’ve still a hint of disbelief inside me that I can’t recall that, … and coupled with our interpretations of “subtle” which could well be different!… I think I’ll be avoiding that pub for a bit – oops!!

I’d cleared my diary as best I could for a Monday… and in eager anticipation had been rushing around, doing errands and other bits and pieces before he arrived so as to leave our time together as free as I could. On closing the door behind him we hugged briefly in the hallway before I led him into the kitchen. “Tea, coffee, walk or…. ?” I asked with a smile. I filled and put the kettle on as his arms wrapped around and held me… his hands caressing my back. The wonderful sensual calming effect this has on me as I proceeded to pour the boiling water into the cups. I was semi embarrassed and said I had something I needed to tell him, something that was on my mind…. He started guessing, trying to clutch at straws until I looked him in the eye and responded, “I need to talk about my breasts”. He looked a bit taken aback, but also took it in his stride too. “Err ok, what about them?”.

We went over to the kitchen table, put our teas down (infact even pouring the water was further than we had got the previous fortnight!)… I wanted to relax further so swung my leg over him and sat myself on his lap. This position left my arms free to reach around him. To feel his torso, so sculptured. I can feel his muscles along his shoulders and arms. I love stroking and running my hands over his body, drinking him in. We kissed, we smiled… and before too long our bodies were sexually awakening, my abdomen slightly rocking… We agreed any walk would have to wait…!

He sneaked below the window line to our duvet spot on the floor and was half undressed when I came over. I looked at him and exclaimed, “That won’t do!”… and I removed the rest of his clothes and started removing mine… Caressing his newly exposed skin as I went. I didn’t remove all my clothes at first though. Aff6 has a very soft sensual and absorbing touch. We slowly kissed each other’s lips. Gently I nibbled and kissed down his neck feeling him against me and I started to bury my head into his gorgeously thick hairy chest. Wow I just love that. I love the sensations on my fingertips, my lips and my cheeks… I went to remove my top… did so and then lay prostrate face down on the duvet. His strokes and touches were igniting me, my shoulders and neck arching slightly upwards as my body responded to his touch. He swiveled, straddling me and lightly sat backwards on my back and played with my legs and my bottom. Skimming my skin, leaving beautiful sensual trails… He spread my legs out further as he held them firm and wide by my ankles. His soft kisses running gracefully over my inner thighs, and then adjusting slightly where he sat he then proceeded to skim lick me through my knickers, a favourite pair of silky blue grey ones with white lace patterns interspersed with occasional shiny bits of gold, … teasing me… His tongue tantalisingly licking, and slightly scooping under the edges of my knickers… Soooo hot…. So erotic and rather a novel position for me too. I was melting further into the pillow and duvet under me, stifling my murmurs and the building soft deep groans. I was wet, infact more than wet… soaked. Eventually he pulled my knickers down and off, and they were discarded… my yearning pussy exposed. His soft kisses and tongue so welcome and warm on me. After a while we both moved and I said as I turned over “Ah yes, my breasts…” He looked at them. The session with Aff5 the previous day had been extremely full on carnal and I’d acquired quite a few “bruises and chew marks” to both of them. To be honest, I’m not into biting to leave marks, but it’d been so heady carnal the day before neither Aff5 or I really noticed them happening at the time, we were just being very animalistic… But Aff6 looked and chuckled as he took stock of them. Then said “It’s funny to think Aff5 has been here, … and here, … oh and here too… infact..” He paused, looked up into my eyes and smiled “there’s probably not many places he hasn’t been is there?!” We laughed. He continued to kiss my breasts so sweetly and gently … I did toy at that point with telling him “and yes Aff5 licked his spunk off my breasts too” but thought that might be too much information at that particular moment?! 😉

I kissed, stroked and licked him… slowly and sensually… until the point, I needed the bathroom. Natural interlude and we decided that if we were going to go for a walk… it’d have to be now. My knickers were soaked, so I quickly found another pair but didn’t think and for some reason I then put a pair of old trackie bottoms on, as in my mind “we were going out for a walk” and we headed out. He drove, both of us admiring the countryside, and stopped on the top of a hill. We decided on a circular route that neither of us had done before. It’s just so freeing to be able to walk with someone, who also loves being outside, and to just touch them whenever (& wherever!) along the track, hold their hand, turn and kiss them. Aff6 and I share a love of walking, the outdoors and nature. Oh, and fucking! We were walking, touching and talking for the first part… predominantly about acquiring other lovers on the site that we’d met on and the imbalance of men and women.

After a while we headed up a hill, up an open track on the side of a large field with an amazing view spanning out beyond to the left. Towards the top of the field, we stopped and watched two hares bounding past us into the wooded part of the track that lay on infront of us. Followed a moment later by another one darting back out from that direction… We ended up watching three hares running in circles infront and around us. Beautiful, breathtaking and good to be alive feel. I turned to Aff6, smiled with excitement, we hugged and our lips found each other. He then drew back and said “Kneel”… “Kneel?” I asked surprised, “Yes… kneel”. So I did… So in the middle of this open track I’m on all fours as he pulls my trackie bottoms and knickers down, exposing my bottom and then kneels behind me and starts to lick me. I was thinking “unreal” as well as “Omg I’m here kneeling on a walking track in a field with fantastic views having my pussy licked! How lucky am I?!!” … Followed very closely by “Wtf are we doing??!?!!” … as very conscious that other walkers without any warning could easily pop out of the wooded part of the track above us, and they would be straight upon us … and be faced with us kneeling one in front of the other with his face planted in my naked groin… Although we both caught the delight of the moment, we stopped and I pulled my trackies back up and we headed off into the woodland part of the track and quickly came to a road. The track continued on the other side. We walked a little way up, perused a tree trunk but wandered a little further up and then dived off the path… under some low shrub trees and into a clearing. Aff6 retrieved a rug out of his rucksac and my trackie bottoms and knickers were soon once again by my knees, or infact in reality rather lower than that. Why the heck did I wear trackies and walking boots?? I had my legs effectively tied at my ankles… I lay on the rug on my back as he gently kissed my breasts through and above my bra and then proceeded down to lick my exposed pussy … I recall looking up at the branches and leaves above gently swaying in the breezes, and the sky beyond. Feeling a real harmonious mix of sensuality and woodland… it all felt so natural. I could hear vehicles move to either side of me as we were in the “v” of two lanes. We laughed at his very muddy knees. His trouser belt was awkward but not impossible and we just lay together and caressed each other’s skin. I climbed on top of him at one point, knees splayed but ankles still tied. He whispered, “I want to fuck you Eve” … but we agreed back “home”. After cleaning up Aff6’s muddy knees, we started to clear the rug away, well Aff6 did. I got up and started to caress this fallen tree trunk covered in moss… so soft to touch… I have a thing for nature. He stood behind me and I was stood with my bottom in the air and once again he pulled my trackies and knickers down leaving my bare bottom exposed. Aff6 started to play with my pussy again… I could sense him behind… all of him. The presence we had with one another, … the rest of the world was beyond us, beyond our bubble. He played with my pussy with his fingers and thumb as I caressed the trunk… He had his cock in his hand too… I reached back for his cock and stroked him and his balls with my left hand… I was losing it to this unique world… I was losing it…  I shuddered as I came, I stood up and Aff6 just held me as my head flopped back against his shoulder… The way he held me, his presence behind me, I could just sense him, all of him in this woodland… It felt so pure, so at one with another human, with nature. I was tingling, almost in tears it was such an intense feeling of serene beauty and feeling alive. In that moment I could’ve had a hundred people watching me… and I wouldn’t have known. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to my Aff6 for being with me like that in that moment.

We decided to make hasty tracks and head back home for a fuck without clothing constraints! We made good headway up the hill, back out of the woodland into an open field with the most amazing views. I was laughing… I felt light headed and floating. A bit wobbly too. We kept hugging each other, being in rapture over the view, and the sensations and all this in glorious sunshine too!

We got back to the van… it was such a good move to go out for a walk…!!

We reached my home again, had a quick bite of lunch and headed straight back to our duvet spot on the floor… speedily shed our clothes and started getting absorbed in each other again… Stroking, sensing, smiling. Aff6 kissing my nipples… carefully…!! … Kissing each other’s skin, touching each other’s skin, relishing in the sense of touch. He kneeled up and straddled my chest, close enough I was able to take him in my mouth and lick and play with my tongue around his cock…. the warmth, my eyes close to his hairy tummy, noticing his muscles under his skin… I just love watching my Aff… His face, his body. He donned a condom as I asked him to lay down and I climbed and sat on top of him… edging my pussy over his engorged cock… I couldn’t ride him for long, my body shuddering, and I soon swiveled under him… enjoying his pace, his playing and I watched him, flowed with him… his lead, moving my legs about and him sensing the different feelings from altering positions… Absorbing in him. I loved the slow sensual pace, being able to savour the touches, the sensations. My body responding, tremors emanating from within me and releasing on outwards. He was on his knees sat down holding my legs apart slowly riding in and out, his eyes shut, just sensing… he then lengthened his body out and for a moment the only connection between us was his cock buried deep inside me. Before he quickened and came closer… although I’ve not ever told him (although he’ll read this so now know!) I love the moment he comes, as his voice seems to ride up a couple of octaves or so… I find very cute and smile as I watch his release… the shudders pervade over his body. The first time we fucked each other, he uttered my name as he came… that was just one of those lovely touching memories that I still enjoy recalling.

We snuggle up to one another for a bit and then hastily get ourselves together, have a wash and he’s gone. Normality of home life is on my heels again… but I am calm, happy and just loved our freedom and sexuality together. I have renewed energy when my family return home and have more energy to nurture them, share some of my energising glow. I know that I’ve had a very erotic two days… I am exceedingly lucky. Two amazing guys, and both so unique and different, I do so love the varied nature of my encounters, and value and cherish my Affs. I know the next few days if not couple of weeks will be barren for me… but that’s fine… I enjoy and treasure the moments I do have.

Well this encounter and my last one were both in May, which is when I sketchily put both these posts together. I can happily say that my breasts are now fine 😉 !! – but it took nearly 2 weeks for the marks to go :-O. I was so glad I’ve an open relationship with my latter Affs, as I couldn’t imagine explaining my chest decorations to a newbie or someone that didn’t know I was seeing other men. Instead we could smile and joke about it together J

Some snippets of exchanges after this encounter…

>>Me

Well… after clearing up some mis-understandings that this blog post invoked initially when I sent it to Aff6 (as he thought this was my first blog post and thought it odd as a first after what we chatted about me setting my scene!) … I then asked him “What recalls do you have from Monday?”

>>From Aff6 to me

My recollections:

Some of these are from all our times, so…..

The long hugs/squeezes…..

The feel of your skin under my fingertips…..

The scent and taste of you as I lick your pussy….

The look on your face when I first push my cock into you; surprise, pleasure, lust…..

The way you twist your legs around mine…..

The liquid gripping feel of your pussy when my cock is all the way inside you and I move just a little…..

Leaning forward and kissing you while we’re fucking….

That look on your face when you cum… of being in another place combined with deep rapture…..

 

From Monday:

Your face in the kitchen as lust started to take over and you weren’t sure what to do, push it down or let it take over….

Holding your hand while we’re walking….

Holding you and looking across the valley at the view…

Looking down at your arse and at my thumb inside you….

Wanting to get back to the van as I desperately wanted to fuck you…

Tracing 5s progress across your breasts….

 

There’s lots lots more but have to go…

 

Well… aside sharing my journey to inspire other women (or men) to seek lustful and fulfilling adventures, the other reason Leo was encouraging me to blog was around what I would write to him after a rampant encounter. Describing the encounter. Likewise Aff5 was the same, who also had never had anyone write back to him in the way I did about an encounter…. which was something that actually came quite naturally to me as I find I can go deeply internal, recall and enjoy expressing out what comes to mind, literally. So this post is based on an encounter and email I sent to him, Aff5.

I wrote this post and the next post directly after they occurred in May, and before my first blog post. However I delayed these as I wanted to paint my picture first. Perhaps strange but under Leo’s influence Affs 3, 4, 5 & 6 all know about each other. Infact Aff2 knows about 3, 5 & 6 too. This aspect has meant my evolving underground world has had a very fun open liberating feeling to it… and one that made the contents of this post and my next one a reality!

So… let me sexually meander and my fun unfurl…! … On to my tiger…

I left home and turned right instead of left and kept driving. My hands gripping the steering wheel, the road ahead clear, the normality of life behind me. It was a Sunday morning, I pulled over briefly and double checked TomTom – just as well as two roads closed… blast! …so I ended up taking a convoluted route through the countryside which was beautiful and gave me time to be alone in my world. Consciously reflecting how lucky I was. I looked semi respectable, with tights, boots, mini-skirt and sleeveless top… and a cardigan trying to semi disguise the fact I had no underwear on. I was on route to one of my lovers that I hadn’t seen in over 2 months. I met him last September, more on that evening in another post… Knowing him and also knowing I felt a bit like an explosive sexual bomb that was simmering and barely containing the pressure, I opted for our re-acquaint to be behind closed doors… I didn’t think I could stay discreet somewhere public with him… I didn’t want to be restricted.

Suffice to say he tends to be fairly explicit, .. “the front door’s unlocked, come in and find me in bed, don’t say anything, reach for my cock, play and suck me…”…So, I crept in and there lying in bed was this delicious sexy man, his chest visible but the duvet draped diagonally over his abdomen. His eyes shut, but more akin to an alert sleeping tiger… I was aware of excited butterflies within my tummy. I put my bag down, removed my boots and crawled into bed and started to reach for his lean warm tummy with my hand… stroking his bare flesh… I didn’t manage to reach down to find his cock… he pounced and rolled towards me his lips finding mine… an urgency as he kissed me, then the initial fervour was broken with laughter whilst he drew back from me and squealed in mocked humour… “You can’t follow simple instructions can you?”… “What now?!” I replied … “You’re still dressed!” he exclaimed… “You didn’t say anything about getting undressed!” I said, “Look… I haven’t got any underwear on, that’s a start isn’t it?!” I retorted… He swung round me, knelt up, lifted both my legs up and swiftly pulled my tights down and off before lying down again and pulling me on top of him… pushing my top up, exposing and sucking my bare breasts and holding me so close to him, reaching for every part of my mouth with his tongue. My legs straddled over his right leg which was bent up, he held me, devouring me. His right arm holding my torso down on his body… the fervour… my groin twitching and starting to ride his leg, but he held me fast. I wasn’t going anywhere… My breathing faltering… the deep toned groans within me stirring… he knew it… The pent up explosions bubbling and surfacing… finding their way out of me, and then the uncontrollable shudders ripping through me. My groans, my limbs flaying, but still he held me fast on to his leg, my stomach against his abdomen, my skirt in a ruck around my middle, my top riding high with my breasts exposed falling down and him sucking them, devouring them, devouring my mouth, devouring me… Him knowing my clitoris was against his leg… My mind desperately scrambling… but slipping. I was being driven wild by him, and he knew it… The beautiful pressure exchanges…Trying to focus on his face below me, and this smile looking up at me… his lips and mouth once again rampaging over my flesh, his body responding to mine… Mine under the influence of him. My cheeks so flushed and my groans inside, deep and loud.

We seemed to then flay around all over the bed, with him once again on top of me, I was so hot. The urge to be naked, oh I was so wishing I was totally naked… dying to take the remainder of my sodding clothes off… but he wasn’t having that… “You should’ve done that before you’d crawled into bed!” he firmly said… until I managed to “escape” and dart across the bed when he was manoeuvring himself down between my legs in search of my clitoris again with his tongue… I stood there and hastily removed my top and frantically tried to find the zip and discard my skirt before he could leap out at me… The relief as I shed both on the floor. I reached for a glass of cool water on his bedside table and saw this tiger was on all fours looking at me straight in the eye, a punctuated moment in time, a paused stand-off, a tension, and softly growling at me to get back in the bed… Very slowly kneading and prowling, then pausing… his focus totally on me… I leant over and gently kissed him and his paws came up and dragged me back into his bed… I continued to hold the glass of water, cooling and calming… He kneeled back on his legs on the pillow, retrieved the glass from my hand and reached over for a condom. I had a chance to finally lick his beautiful and large erect cock. I could feel the heat from my cheeks, but moreover the smoothness of his cock’s head on my tongue, and the inside of my cheeks. Playing with his shaft, but getting lost in the sensations of his pulsing twitching cock… so firm in my mouth, against my lips. The slight taste of pre-cum on the end… my tiger was calming, getting absorbed with the strokes of my tongue along his shaft… I was losing it too… in this mellow place, the tranquil peace… I recall my lips full and wet as I just skimmed them over his head. In one hand he had a condom opened ready to put on, and his other hand he gently played with my hair and lightly stroked my shoulders… It felt we were in a calm timeless trance together…

Sometimes I lose the ordering when I recall… I just remember snippets so vividly… Anyway, with condom adorned he requested that I first went on top. I ridiculously ask him “Are you sure?” … and then slowly lower myself over his cock… closing my eyes, savouring the sensation within me…. I hand myself over to my pussy… I can’t think anymore the urgency as my pussy plays on top of him, inhales him… but am soon lost in more shudders. My ability to talk falters… I gesture to go underneath and he smiles, holds me in place even firmer and smirkingly looks up and says “Yup my head’s spinning too”, closes his eyes and with determination that I was going to stay there he proceeded to play with me even more… I ride him, I’m… I’m… , a pure natural instinct kicks in, but I am gone, I am so so gone. He holds my hair tight and pulls my head back, I groan again. He releases. My lips fall and are numbing, my eyes closed, my senses alive… and this mellow warmth swirls inside me. Our bodies are sliding on each other and he’s licking my sweat, his sweat.

I don’t know how, but I end up on all fours and he fucks me from behind… He’s on his knees but then I look back and even notice that he’s on his feet on the bed, so must be semi standing and fucking me?!!! He pounds me and spanks me, my bottom has a warm glow. He’s very fit and flexible is my Aff5…! I then fall (with a series of fanny farts – blush!) back onto the bed and twizzle myself onto my back.

We pause and I reach over and take another drink of water in suspended silence…

I then lie once again on my back, face up with my legs splayed beautifully wide as he slowly enters me once again. He was on his knees sat up… his eyes shut and head tilted upwards… He’s a sensor, a feeler. The restrained urge to lift my hips and meet him mixed with the slow anticipatory feelings of my pussy being filled once again. I sensed he wanted to set the pace at this point and not have my pussy climb up him. Instead I notice her wrapping around him as he pushes in a little further… and further still. Until he’s in me once again… He’s fairly gentle as his cock is big. He’s in… and I’m full… and I’m drifting back as I write this, to the gorgeous sensations… the freedom… the sensual engagement of another within me.. the inner base carnal need… I feel whole. He fucks me slowly, steadily and then quickening. My pelvis rocks and my body responds, my groin wanting to eat him…  I notice my arms, my hands… the feeling pervading me… He’s so fit, in both meanings of the word… I love looking up and watching his body writhe, enjoy. He smiles (gorgeous smile too), he’s getting lost in the moment too… We fuck…. and fuck. It’s the most sweatiest fuck I think I’ve ever had… The energy and the pressure exchanges between us… I look up and he has this sweet bead of sweat trickling down and across the front of his throat, I smile as my eyes follow it’s path, down to his already shining sweaty pecs. His head is up and his eyes shut as he senses. He cums again… (more on his cumming style in another post…?!) … and we slow…

He then pulls out and empties the contents of the condom over my breasts and licks them… Soooo him…!! He then licks my pussy again too… Sooooo much pleasure, so much release, so connected and in tune with another human….

An hour and a half we’d been on that bed, full on. I leapt up as I needed to make tracks back home… But I caught his once again hard cock in my mouth… we pleasured each other some more… before I ran into bathroom and had a shower… complete with him straddled on the sides of the bath…. Turning around trying to wash myself and I’ve this beautiful once again hard cock at mouth height…  What is this guy like?!! I get out of the shower and he towels my hair dry… and we have a cup of tea and some marmite on toast. We stand there naked on the landing, hugging each other and chatting. I then return to the bedroom, hoick some underwear that I had put in my bag, scrambled my clothes together (and on!) and left. So happy and with endorphins swimming. The buzz lasted a good while after… I was happy at home, happy with my family, laughed… and just had this complete serene happy calm about me…

Interesting I’ve just written this as a complete recall… and I’ve never thought of him as a tiger before… but that so suits him… I’ve another nickname for him… but other post eh?! 😉

Well for a first blog post… (this was infact the first one I actually wrote and I sent it directly to Aff5!) I think I set out to tell you how I got into this… didn’t achieve that, but had some huge smiles recalling and writing this account! Thank you so much Aff5 :-)) xx

Some email snippet responses since

Me to Aff5>>

Hi! Well… I decided to write this one, as if it were a blog… So many of my Affs have said “You should blog, I love reading your stuff” …. so maybe… This would be my first ever blog entry (well underground anyway!) if I did publish/blog it…! However, I have just written as I recalled, I want to add about your fingers dancing… Did I forget bits? Hope you enjoy reading…!

Aff5 to me>>

That was so horny reading thank you! I will have to send you a video of me masturbating as I read it. Pounding into you from behind is so delicious and your arse so irresistible to spank. Next time I want you to let me send you home with cum in your knickers xxx

The spanking and biting and fingerings and licking of you should be included and having you sit on my face and gag on my cock xxx. You are beautiful and I am your tigger and tiger. You should definitely blog it for real. The order is slightly out we started first penetration with you on top. You rode me for ages before I would let you off 🙂 My favourite bit that makes it special and different to other stuff out there is the going home and being able to be really calm and relaxed with your family, spreading the glow, so special…  All husbands should let their wives have an aff or 2. One day I hope you will share your story with another 🙂

Me to Aff5 the following morning>>

I must admit that last session was more hazy in a way to recall… I think my brain was literally out of it for sections… I know I get orders muddled… Yes I remember that bit… I’ll re-tweak. I remember you kneeling legs splayed and inching your way into me too… Past experience with you has had an affect I just wanted to push on you but I didn’t as you grumbled when I’ve done that before, it was like on the brink… Just paused in motion… Held there… Senses alert… The feeling of the smallest movements from you. It was like a … I can’t describe.., focussed anticipation building? … but glad we did that than me push onto you… That’s one of the things I like about you… Challenge what I would normally do…

My breasts are varying shades of colour this morning…! Just for reference probably best not to leave marks on me… Yup I had the most idyllic Sunday… You in the morning and lingering happiness… I even played the piano for nearly an hour just losing myself… Eldest joined me and we just had fun. I think it was about stopping and really enjoying life… Yup the buzz after stays with me for quite a while…

 Aff5 to me>>

Sorry about the marks, not my intention, you just draw the biter out of me, the tiger. I love you on top feeling your heat and wetness flowing in me, your hips rocking. Love watching your pussy open, take me…  Stretch the hood of your clitoris and play with your most sensitive parts. Thank you for sharing yourself so much with me. I would love to read about your other aff experiences!

Sleep well x

Well, although I was about at this blog’s inception I do feel I’m arriving a bit later than Leo & Claudia into this, so thanks to you both for getting the ball rolling!

Leo’s mentioned me, my paddock, my stallions… but you don’t just wake up one morning with one…! So… where to start?! For me firstly, why this blog? Initially when Leo first raised this idea of a blog, which was a while ago now, I knew I wanted to tell part of my story to give hope and inspiration to other women (and indeed men) who for one reason or another find themselves in a marriage without the sexual connection.

So my story unfolds…

Three years into my marriage, and with a baby in tow I had an encounter… an old pre-marriage flame called by. I remember it so well, as we just stood at either ends of the hallway looking at each other. Eyes searching each other, but for what? There was a sense. Shortly after he put his hands gently on my upper arms and held them there, our eyes still fixed on each other as he kissed me on my cheek and bid me farewell. Not a word was said.

My mind went into overdrive… how can I love my husband so much, and still do… but what was this about? Over the next few months I began to realise I was covering up within myself a very intrinsic yearning, the feeling of real sexual connection with another human. That spark inside that made me feel wild and alive… The spark that lets the true core carnality within me surface, be expressed and be in flow with another…

Hindsight is wonderful, but at that time I didn’t see it coming. My husband’s experience of girlfriends was somewhat limited and I just thought that doesn’t matter he’ll get to develop and love this side of a relationship, I mean who wouldn’t?! But reflecting back, although tender, we’d been existing on what felt to me as almost “robotic sex by numbers”. Made slightly easier when there was a purpose to sex of procreation. Where was the carefree, boosting, energizing spontaneous fun of it that I’d had with other lovers before my marriage? Although sex was pleasant, I’d discovered I’d suppressed this wild side of me for so long, the actual wonders and joy of sexual connection in itself. I’d been on an internal sexual vibrancy decline, was becoming sexually invisible as a woman, these yearnings inside me forming and carving a deep hollow. This old flame encounter threw me, but I kept it hidden within myself, trying to make sense of it. I didn’t realise or recognise until that point that I was missing something. I recall being on a college course a while after that, and coming across Maslow’s hierarchy of needs and could sense this hollow void inside me screaming. There was a real heartfelt pain inside my core. I’d been covering up a basic need of myself, in order to in some ways to “conform” and support others. I’d put myself at the bottom of the list, giving to others, supporting others in ways they needed to be supported, but feeling depleted and empty inside but still expected to be strong.

What do I mean by “conform” in this context? We tend to live so much by society “perceived norms and expectations”. But what if things don’t fit simply and neatly into that framework? There are a multitude of complexities to life. Let’s face it there is no such thing as normal – people live by their beliefs and values. I love my husband very deeply, been married for two decades and have a wonderful family with two children. Our lives day to day are a very good match for each other, but when it comes to physicality and expressing inner emotion it feels we are literally on different wavelengths of a badly tuned radio. I would give up an awful lot for my family and defend to the hilt. I was realising I had given up a lot… although I hadn’t given up sex, I had closed down my connected in-tune fiery inner sexuality side.

Hmm what to do? Do I…

1)    Dwell forever, do nothing and let this aspect of my marriage consume me and do the “decent thing” in society’s eyes, “the right thing to do…” (who is this society anyway?!) by covering it up, live with it, suppress it further and appear to be the perfect mum and wife, or even worse split from him and my family based on that one aspect of our marriage being far from ideal? For me that latter point is a ridiculous notion!!

Or…

2) Somehow figure a way in life to keep my family as a strong loving unit, continue to strongly love and enjoy my husband’s company but… also acknowledge and nurture my connection to my inner core sexuality, to make me feel alive, energised, be free to feel the power of sensuality, feel who I am innately, which is a boost for me so I am better able to support my family?

Do I go for the first option?… heck no! My values are with the second option as that is what I believe to be better for my family and for society! I don’t feel I’m a bad person for my underground life far from it, my intents are for the positive and the knock on effects it has had on me are positive.

For me it’s been a very confusing journey with my husband (understatement!)… I recall exasperated comments from me like “You don’t love me in the way I need to be loved” … “I have no other ways to explain”… It’s not we’d not tried to improve that aspect of our relationship, but about 5 years ago I had an Ah-ha moment when a counsellor suggested I look up Maxine Aston’s Asperger Couple’s workbook. Whoa… this was exactly how it felt… I was this starving zebra and him an eagle. (In short him going to great lengths to bring me delicacies from his perspective e.g. dead mice, whereas being a vegetarian zebra, dead mice didn’t do it for me… so I was slowly starving.) Although when I confronted him with this, he didn’t comprehend… These eyes looked up at me… he just couldn’t understand (which is why over the years when I’ve painstakingly spelt out what I wanted he struggled) I couldn’t understand why he couldn’t at least try… go along with some of the suggestions. But to him, he couldn’t see it, understand it… and it wasn’t logical. But then when has lust been logical?! So for me explaining I like this (xyz), or that (abc) which I thought would work… and at least he’d add that onto his mental list I guess. So he would be just as confused if I said “No I don’t like that (abc)” as it’s the thing I liked, but not in that context… Wow that’s even confusing to explain! A bit like me saying “I like you kissing me like that” and then “I don’t like you kissing me like that” (when he did exactly the same thing)… as we’re in the middle of a supermarket or something. It felt to him that he couldn’t do anything right. We have at this point only gone as far as this book, but it does resonate.

I remember so clearly that moment I sat with him on the sofa, these doleful concerned eyes pierced through me… you really don’t understand my world at all, the connected sexual pleasure. There was no explanation left to me. I can still recall these eyes looking at me, no comprehension, but so much pure love. I’m welling up now just writing this. That’s why I know and I feel my husband is still so significant and important in my life. There is a deep loving connection, but strangely it doesn’t spill over into kinaesthetic touching flow or indeed auditory flow… Which with my comprehension would be normal and a natural extension in “my world”. For example, verbal facts and conversation based on logic came easy, but not words around emotion.

So, at that point I felt armed with new insight, and instead of fighting it within me and indeed with my husband, things for me took more shape, compassion and understanding. It also became much clearer for me that for me to be strong I had to take responsibility for myself to nurture myself within, so that I could function more effectively and could stay strong for my family and others. Why battle on trying to get my husband to do something he finds quite alien? He wasn’t being belligerent, just no comprehension. I can’t make him do what I want… it has to come from him, it’s up to him to want to do something. To this point I had been describing what I like in a multitude of ways, … but just missing. It’s something I don’t want to fight any more right now… our relationship is good, friendly, loving and supportive. Infact we’re very close friends, just not close lovers. So in society if your husband is not your lover… “you’re doomed”?! … So in my mind I started splitting marital love and sex and my underground adventures evolved even further.

If asked “Would I love it if he were part of my underground world?” My response would be “Absolutely!”.

Over the next few years, my old flame (I now call Aff1) and I rekindled and developed an underground relationship… which over the years has had its peaks and troughs. In some ways I was lucky, he was single and I’d been close to him before I got married so it was easier to “pick up from where we left off”.

My 2nd relationship (Aff2) was another fascinating turning point for me. I wasn’t looking for another man, he found and made advances on me. We both grew from our encounter. He certainly challenged my mindset, my beliefs on life which was a beautiful gift. The lovely thing is we were not only supportive to each other, but were also supportive of each other’s families. It wasn’t a destructive underground coupling by any means… so much so, that through our underground life, Aff2 became to understand his wife’s affair in a different light and his relationship with her improved. So not only was I better able to cope with my family but another family (with kids) moreover turned happier & stronger too – that’s brilliant!! 🙂 I put in past tense, as we are no longer sexual, however we still have a positive mental underground bond between us and he loves hearing about my underground encounters.

With both of them my underground life continued for quite a few years… and then Leo (Aff3) entered my life too and I haven’t looked back! The mindset of connected caring sex without destructive undertones was totally aligned with my values! Wow did this guy really want uncomplicated wonderful sex? With me? Really?! Having only met this guy a week earlier at a social gathering, we were in the pub when he asked me outright “Do you want to have sex with me?”. This not only surprised him, but I couldn’t believe I was hearing it either. What unintended vibes was I giving off for him to ask that?! We did reflect and laugh about this later on, but he said “If I hadn’t asked you outright like I did Eve, you wouldn’t have noticed”… and so a new chapter of my life began. Aside amazing in-tune sex, vibrancy and a positive energy that my Affs have brought me, this unfolding chapter has also given me a sense of welcome openness, happiness and confidence with all aspects of my life, benefitting me and those around me…

Although I was lucky with Leo, you’re probably thinking “Yes but I haven’t got a Leo…” but perhaps more on that in a later blog?! So where am I today?! Late 40s, with a great family, and 6 gorgeous “stallions in my paddock” whom I also refer to as “Affs” for Affectionates (thanks to Aff5 for that reference!). Three of them I’ve alluded to above, and there’s a further three. It’s fair to say some Affs are more “active” than others in a physical sense for one reason or another, but I still have good open fun communications with all of them. I feel incredibly fortunate to have my Affs, and am so grateful to them all in connecting with me and for sharing and enjoying such fun, caring, wild and lustful in-tune encounters with me! Allowing me to follow my instincts and to be me in whatever form that takes, which invariably includes some very intense sensuous and sexually expressive moments!

A long blog maybe, but I wanted to paint my scene. For me and my underground life I have a real sense of strengthening and nurturing of the soul deep within myself, and also those of my Affs. Perhaps not in any “normal” or at least “conventional” way… but I feel I can be free and capture exquisite enlivening moments, form unique and wonderful threads in my life, where I can carnally revel in another, be myself and express myself as the innately passionate woman I am… For I am me, I am Eve.