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Wellies, stripy socks and raindrops

~ Eve ~ Leave a comment

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!!

First steps into a swinging lifestyle

~ claudia ~ Leave a comment

The heart-ache which I had experienced at the break-up of my first “affair” in the summer two years ago (see posts “Heart-ache” and “Déjà Vue”), taught me that affairs can be quite tricky, especially once the emotional attachment to a single person becomes too strong. At the same time I had already explored the possibility of visiting swingers’ clubs (see post “Last week, somewhere on the Continent ….”). This seemed to me a good alternative to having (an) affair(s) – but I encountered problems in finding a similar venue to the one I knew from the Continent in the big city. Yes, there were various event and party-organisers, but the timing was an issue almost impossible for me to resolve. And anyway, at that point in my life, visits to the big city were irregular and widely spaced apart. So, for the time being, I decided to use the tagging site for chatting and the occasional bit of cam-fun. It was not until October that year that I met up with someone else.

I had been chatting with David since late summer. We discovered our mutual interest in dancing and his particular preference for salsa. Like me, he was a keen traveller who had seen quite a bit of the world. We vaguely talked about the possibility of meeting; coordination of his work-schedule and travelling possibilities with my visits to the big city would not be easy, but not impossible. But first he was going on holiday – for three weeks! Somehow I did not have great hope that we would ever talk again after what, in terms of casual on-line conversations, is a lengthy interruption of communication. So I was pleasantly surprised when I got another messages from him a few weeks later, and we picked up where we left.

Finally, in October, our schedules were compatible. Like with my “first”, we had neither spoken on the telephone, nor chatted on web-cam – but nevertheless, David took a chance (as I did) and travelled to the big city to spend the night with me. However, I could hardly book a double room (bank-statements can be a give-away after all, although I had taken that risk with my “first”). At the same time, the danger of being stuck with someone in a single room, or rather bed, for an entire night, loomed large. So, when I checked in, I told the receptionist that there was a change of plan and that I needed a double after all. Of course I would pay the difference (in cash!). Making this request felt rather naughty, and even more so when I added my husband’s name to the check-in sheet.

David and I had agreed to meet straight away in my room – not unlike my first adventure. He announced his arrival by text message, although this time there was no pre-planned scenario. Still, I was excited. Would he look anything like his pictures? What would he be like? After all I knew him only from on-line conversations. When I opened the door for him, I was not at all disappointed and took in the sight with delight. In his late 40s, a bit taller than me, blond, blue-eyed, and with the body of a body-builder (no piercings or tattoos) he was quite a hulk. We did not lose much time and soon found ourselves on the bed, kissing and exploring each other. He did wonderful things with his tongue, licking and teasing me for a long time and clearly enjoying himself as well. Very much to my surprise, he even got me to squirt a little, something I had never done (or at least not noticed) before. His cock was quite thick, and I found taking him in a bit difficult, even slightly painful, but clearly he was used to that kind of problem and therefore gentle and careful.

Later, over dinner, we exchanged stories about our journeys to all kinds of exotic places, discussed our respective children, and generally our conversation flowed easily from topic to topic. The evening continued in this pleasant and laid-back atmosphere in a near-by pub, although we were back in the room at a reasonable time. I enjoyed cuddling up to this lovely, hulky man and soon we drifted off to sleep. After some more play during the night and in the morning and a leisurely breakfast, we each went our way. We never met again – the logistics and scheduling proved to be too complicated, although for some time afterwards we did exchange on-line messages occasionally. Nowadays he logs into the site very rarely and we haven’t been in contact for several months. Enjoyable as this meeting was, there was never any emotional attachment. I had learned my lesson – or so I thought (see “Déjà Vue”).

A few months passed. Early in the following year my situation changed. I could escape regularly to the big city for a couple of days and an evening on my own. By then I had signed up, on the advice of one of my on-line friends, to a site for (extra)marital affairs. The first man I met from there was Marcus.

Our introductory meeting was brief. I asked him to join me for a chat over coffee in the place where I usually take my lunch-break. Since he had no profile photo on the site I had no idea what he looked like. By text message I sent him details of what I was wearing that day so that he could pick me out from the crowd more easily. When I arrived at the coffee shop, I quickly cast my glance around – was he there already? Was he this man over there in the corner, reading a paper? Or perhaps the one waiting in line for his coffee? I tried to relax, waited for someone to approach me. I got my coffee, chose a seat – hmmm, not the ideal venue for an “intimate” chat, too many people around, chairs too closely together, conversations easily overheard. Well, we would have to keep our chat fairly neutral. Then, a single man entered, looked around, and approached me straight away. There was no need to identify ourselves, it was immediately clear that we had found each other. I watched him while he stood in the queue for his coffee. I liked what I saw. He was tall, around 6 ft, mid 50s, brown hair, quite handsome, broad shouldered. Sitting next to each other, we quietly talked and introduced ourselves. I discovered his dry sense of humour, and a bit of cynicism, and liked his “posh” accent. Time flew, and for once a sudden downpour was rather welcome, providing us with an excuse to stay on a bit longer. On parting, I asked him whether he liked what he saw of me, and with a smile and a wink he said: “Yes, very much so”.

During the following week we corresponded by e-mail almost daily. We covered a wide range of subjects: from brief enquiries about our well-being to saucy chats, and I looked forward with great anticipation to the meeting we had planned for the next week.

On the day I left work a bit earlier than usual, checked in, sent him my room-number, and soon he joined me. Oh these first kisses! He had to bend down a bit – or I had to get on tip-toes for our lips to touch. Those strong arms enveloping me! I felt so safe and cherished. How enjoyable was the touch of his big hands, starting to wander and explore my body! Slowly he undressed me, showering my neck, shoulders, and breasts with kisses. I unbuttoned his shirt, slid it over his shoulders and let my hands glide over his well-defined, almost hairless, torso. I sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to unfasten his belt. Darn! Why do these things have to be so fiddly? Sensing my struggle he took over, giving me a chance to recline on the bed, watching him to undress further. I admired his muscular legs –what a nice body this man had! By now I was full of anticipation of things to come, could not wait to feel this fabulous body next to mine.

The next sight, however, was a bit disappointing. He wasn’t (how do I express this politely?) in the biggest department. At that moment my rational mind kicked in, telling me “size isn’t important, relax and see what happens”. Well, I wasn’t quite convinced (and neither am I entirely convinced now), but nevertheless, what followed was an hour of very sensual, slow love-making – perhaps a little too gentle for my liking. What he lacked in size he made up for with oral attention and fingers. Although satisfying in many ways, in other ways I still had the feeling of being un(ful)filled. Once we had climaxed (and I hasten to emphasise that I did have several orgasms) we snuggled up tightly and I got the most delicious hugs and cuddles. While lying in his arms, I tried to make light conversation, but I sensed that he did not really want to talk; he seemed pre-occupied and his answers to my questions were rather short.

Due to business and family matters on his side, our next meeting a couple of weeks later was for “breakfast”. He would come to my room, quickly undress and slip under the covers, still warm from the previous night, with me. Nothing better to start the day with some gentle love-making! Enjoyable as our meetings were, there was never any guarantee that he would be able to meet me regularly, and in fact more often, actually he joined me for “breakfast” because it was easier for him to get away from home. Also, our meetings somewhat lacked the excitement I had with my first affair. On one occasion I suggested he be a bit more assertive, but that didn’t come easy to him, and I don’t think he was quite comfortable with it.

Moreover, as much as I enjoyed the physical element of our relationship, there was virtually nothing on an intellectual level. We never really talked much, and I never got to know him beyond the most superficial level. While of course I did not want any emotional ties, this was at the other end of the relationship-spectrum, without almost any personal connection.

I realised soon that this was not quite what I had had in mind either. Also, with Marcus visiting me more often than not in the morning, I had the entire evening before to fill. After all I wanted to make the most of the time I had away from home. Over the previous weeks I had made some more contacts on the site, and I made arrangements to meet interested men -mostly for coffee during my lunch-break, sometimes for drinks and/or dinner in the evening. In many cases I do not even remember their names today, but with one, Danny, I had had a number of very entertaining e-mail conversations and we clicked on a personal level. However, when we finally met, I felt absolutely no attraction. He was nice enough, but more of a best mate type than of a lover. He was clearly disappointed when I told him, and needless to say that we did not stay in touch.

Things changed when I met Graham. Without going into any details right now (there is another story to follow), over the next few months we met occasionally, and it did happen on a few occasions that I would see Graham in the evening and Marcus the following morning. Very carefully I kept my double life (or rather treble if my husband is taken into consideration) secret – after all I did not want to jeopardise any of those relationships. But more importantly, I started to enjoy this juggling of men! On a few occasions I took this even further, meeting one person in the afternoon, and another one in the evening. (Leo, whom I see usually in the afternoon, takes particular delight in such situations, often asking what I have planned for “afters”.)

This lifestyle was (still is) exceedingly exciting. I felt really naughty, alive, and at the same time liberated. Liberated from my own inhibitions, and liberated from norms and conventions imposed on me by my upbringing and generally by social conventions. Finally I had taken my sexual life fully into my hands, and I embraced that kind of life-style involving multiple relationships. This would almost guarantee a reasonably fulfilled sex-life – after 12 years of total abstinence I had promised myself on my 50th birthday that I would never go without sex for any time longer than absolutely necessary and that I would take any given opportunity or create opportunities myself. At the same time, I thought, that multiple relationships would diminish the danger of developing too close emotional ties to any one partner. Of course there is no guarantee that I would not fall for someone (or vice versa), as I experienced in the case of Martin (see “Déjà Vue”), but on the whole this method seems to work, at least so far. For all (except in a few cases of singular “adventures”) of my past and present “partners in crime” I have a feeling of deep affection and fondness, of friendship and mutual respect. The only condition is that they accept my choice of lifestyle, about which nowadays I am very clear and honest up front. During various conversations with my partners (in particular with Leo), interestingly, and to my great surprise, I discovered that rather than being taken for a slut (oh, this word again!), many men find a woman who confidently goes out to seek and take what she wants, an exciting turn on. This insight into the male mind was absolutely new to me, and quite an eye-opener. While it is quite clear that not everyone will accept this, many of my contacts do quite happily and they enjoy listening to my stories and adventures.

Afterthought: What became of Marcus?

Through a twist of fate, however, I lost sight of Marcus sometime in April. He stopped contacting me. I took it as a sign that he had lost interest in me. Only later in the year I learned that his business had run into trouble and that for a while his life had been topsy-turvy. A meeting in November – planned as my “birthday treat of a special kind” for him – had to be cancelled on short notice, and after a few e-mails every now and then – contact stopped again. How great was my surprise that when I signed up with Ashley Madison a few months later, one of the first avatars I saw was his! Greatly amused, I sent him a message, and our e-mail exchange started again. Since it was around a year after our first meeting, we agreed on another “breakfast” to celebrate our anniversary. This brief revival of our relationship was nice, but the little chemistry there was at the beginning had dwindled to almost nothing, and once again I have lost sight of him. But somehow I have the feeling that our paths might cross again!

Three hares and a beautiful view…

~ Eve ~ Leave a comment

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…

 

My tiger’s head was spinning too…

~ Eve ~ Leave a comment

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

A spontaneous and varied week

~ Leo ~ Leave a comment

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.

Leo the fly fisher – by Rebecca

~ nurturingdesires ~ Leave a comment
Casting a nearly weightless fly or “lure” requires casting techniques significantly different from other forms of fishing.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

Leo has the ability to make me laugh, he has the ability to make me cross, he winds me up and then calms me down.  He is infuriating, and sometimes when I communicate with him I can audibly hear his exasperation with me.   I confine in Leo and then curse the fact that I have confined in Leo, it leaves me open and vulnerable.  He has become a friend and I wonder whether having sex with Leo means I would lose the friend.  I weigh up the absurd situation of Ashley Madison that I become friends with a person over a series of emails, whats app, and phone calls. This is an Ashley Madison friendship.

Today I had sex with Leo.  On the 29th May Leo initiated contact on Ashley Madison it is now the 1st July.  We have met briefly twice and have sent hundred of messages and had a few phone calls.  Leo is going to move into the A bracket.  I was offered a choice sex before his holiday or wait until August/September.  I chose not to wait, a choice which shocked me with the intensity of not wanting to wait.  I felt that if we waited then the moment would pass such was the fun nature  of the communication which inevitably over time could not be maintained.

I am not comfortable with my body.  I don’t like people seeing me naked a stupid state of affairs considering I am signing up for affairs.  I want Leo but I don’t want him to see me, I agonised over this decision, Leo has become a friend and a mentor and you don’t sleep with friends.  I have discussed this with Leo, I don’t think he understands, he has had years of experience and when he tells me stories about other woman and their bodies I want to scream.  I don’t care how much confidence you have given other women, they are not me, I am me. I don’t want to hear about his lionesses, his pack, I don’t plan to become part of that, I want one off sex with Leo.

We meet at a Starbucks, I had met Leo briefly the night before as he escorted me to yet another new meet.  Leo is making small talk, it is the hottest day since records began.  Leo looks cool, I feel crumpled at 10 in the morning, I can feel the sweat creeping down my back, I wished I had worn plain practical cotton knickers comfortable and familiar and holey, not the dressy non breathable fabric I had chosen. I look closely at Leo’s shirt for one second I thought he was wearing cheesecloth, a throw back to the 70’s or 80’s.  I think I am going to have sex with a man who wears cheesecloth, I stifle a giggle.  Fortunately a closer look shows he is wearing linen.  A relief.

We travel in stilted conversation to our destination, a hotel in a less than salubrious part of London.  Leo enters the hotel and I loiter outside trying to look calm and sophisticated in the 34 degree heat.  All I can think of is my nice clean underwear is now dripping, I wonder if I am just going to evaporate in a sweat ball leaving a damp patch on the pavement.  I feel that I am pounding the pavement a little too keenly, I am trying to give out signals saying “please ignore this woman stomping up and down outside the Holiday Inn waiting for Leo to check in, she really isn’t just going in for a day of sex”
I enter the hotel and espy Leo who I follow to the lift and I enter the room which is going to be the scene of transformation of friend to lover.

Leo holds me and I feel my nerves starting to subside.  We lie on the bed and I undress Leo.  My first thought is actually you do go down the gym, is has tight muscles and is sinewy.  He is naked, a pleasant and pleasing sight.  I like the fact that he is unshaved and natural.  He is to put it politely “well endowed”  I look at Leo and he has the Leo smile which lights up his face.  I feel myself relaxing and I find myself by deed of Leos gentle undressing naked.  Uncomfortable but naked.  I have overcome the get naked in front of Leo moment. He is blasé and is just Leo.

What follows is that hackneyed word “a journey” filled with pleasure and smiles.  Leo shows his experience and I am bought to orgasm within a short period of time.  I didn’t want to give in, I don’t want to climax in front of Leo, but I do, time and time again.  Leo opens me up and finds my clitoris, rubs his fingers gently over and I feel myself physically responding, he plays and flits and teases and  I find a climax finishing and already another building.  He plays with my breasts in a way that I have never experienced in all of my life.  For the first time I love having nipples!  Leo using his fingers in a movement that is new to me, a sort of flicking and gentle rubbing which causes a deep orgasm.  He then enters me watching my face, he fills me and I like it.   I am taken on a new journey with positions that I have never experienced, I find I am quite agile.  I discover what I have named the Leo One position a convoluted affair which makes penetration extremely deep and pleasant.

Sex the second time is once again a voyage of deep penetration and movement.  Leo is directional (but not overbearing) and I discover he does not like pillow talk during the act!  In fact we don’t actually talk very much during the day which does not bother me.  Small talk is not necessary. During our breaks we chomp on Hotel Chocolat Rum chocolates.  We have tea, I love tea.

We break for lunch and I venture out to source some lunch.  Not easy in the area we are in and bizarrely although I have just had sex with him, I do not know what food Leo likes, another AM learning curve. You are sharing the most intimate of moments yet I can not tell you whether he is vegetarian, or his likes and dislikes.    I cannot gain access back to our room.  The lift is operated by the hotel key card and I have deactivated it by holding it to my phone.  The receptionist takes the card and asks me the room number and the name the booking is in.  Fuck I haven’t a clue, does Leo give his real name or has he booked under John Doe, Mickey Mouse or Rebecca you look as guilty as hell Doe.   I mumble something and she reactivates the card.  I give Leo his lunch, he eats it, his public schoolboy attitude of eat anything.  I make phone calls to my other AM men whilst Leo works.  This what makes me comfortable no illusion that Leo is my only man and vice versa.

We have an afternoon session, Leo asks me if there is anything I want to try.  I want to tell him loads but can’t, there is lots I want to explore but still have a reticence to divulge. I want to try things I have heard about, read about and desired to do.   I do however want to experience giving a man a proper blow job so Leo lends his cock, it is more amusing, I derisory make an attempt and Leo patronising tells me I am doing ok, I contemplate at that moment in time sinking my teeth in.  I think I could hire him out for lessons to middle aged woman who want to learn about sex, I could charge a lot for an afternoon session I could become a Manager.

For the final time I am taken on a rollercoaster journey of climaxes and more climaxes. Although I have alluded to the sexual act and would love to write in detail I won’t. It is not appropriate.  I have however spent a few hours smiling a big broad smile, I can feel it stretching across my face and reaching my eyes. I look at Leo he is smiling too.

During a small pause in our fucking,  I say to Leo “This is what Ashley Madison is all about, good uncomplicated sex, no strings attached”

I have decided every Ashley Madison girl needs a Leo

A friend is always good to have, but a lover’s kiss is better – by Rebecca

~ nurturingdesires ~ Leave a comment

I am navigating around London, places have now become focus points for meetings from Ashley Madison.  An opportunity has arisen to meet Leo, albeit a brief hello prior to an evening with another man. I don’t really want to meet Leo.  I have told him too much, he has extracted information in a slow subtle manner which has exposed my weakness and vulnerabilities. I don’t want him to move from C to an A via B. (talk, meet, sex). I don’t need another man to add to the conclave of people I have been communicating with, I am overwhelmed and struggling to cope with the volume of contacts I have made.  I define them by their occupations, their likes, their dislikes.   Leo is experienced, Leo may lead me to pastures never conquered beyond my realm of comfort, I am scared I might enjoy it. 

 
It is only a week since I had started a flurry of conversations with Leo.  He is immediately upfront about his woman.  I like that.  I have chosen to be selective with what I tell my men.  It worries me, I feel I will be judged, the Catholic upbringing suppressing me.  I spoke to Leo for the first time whilst I was on a train, a conversation being overheard by travelling tourists.  He is obviously relaxed speaking to strange woman.  I speak to him a few times on the phone, at times he infuriates me especially when he comments on the Surrey accent occasionally taking over the Essex accent.  He is a snob, a cultured snob, a product of public school education.  A classic clean eating, Guardian inspired snob. 

 I have been to work, I am in my work clothes, I am hot, I have walked.  I stop at Boots to buy some Impulse spray and am walking along the road spraying myself. I am with a work colleague, he laughs not realising the reason why.   It clashes with the Estee Lauder perfume I wear consistently.  I land on the tube and find myself in front of people sniffing my arm pits.  I can feel sweat on my back.  I am going to meet two men smelling like a navvy and a combination of bargain Impulse and expensive perfume.  I have laddered my tights and find myself pulling them to hide the hole.  My make up is smudged I am not ready.  I am Latin, I have hair, I fight a battle with the curse of females, upper lip hair.  I name it George the Caterpillar.  I have told Leo……  I have printed my map to walk from the tube station, I cannot follow maps, Leo tells me that maps show North at the top, I never knew that. 

I arrive at the venue half an hour early.  I message Leo.  He tells me that he will send some emails and then join me.  A clever trick.  I suppress the urge to buy a large glass of wine and down in one, so I sedately order water.  I go to the toilet to spray more impulse and adjust the hole in the tights. 

 
I spy Leo as he walks in.  I am pleasantly pleased.  His body is good, his face cute and very open and expressive.  He smiles and we actually meet.  We move from the very open venue to a quiet pub. 

 Despite all good intentions I have a drink.  I chose Gin and tonic as being a clumsy person if it is spilt it won’t show.  Leo sits next to me.  The first thing he does he touch The Caterpillar, he does it in a funny comfortable way, I resist the urge to pull away, I find it difficult to look at Leo, a character fault of mine eye contact makes me uncomfortable, being Leo he has noticed and tells me to look at him.  I unintentionally brush his manhood, I like it.   We talk about my aversion to saliva, my fear of undressing in front of a man, we laugh and communicate naturally.   Leo tells me that he has had worse bodies.  I chide him on that comment.  I like Leo, he is open, he is upfront, he is clear what these experiences are all about.  He will share himself with no hierarchy. He is honest, he has humour.  I like that, I want to be like that with my relationships. 

He escorts me to my date with the other man, (I go on to have a very enjoyable evening.) 

 The next day I find myself emailing Leo. I want him to move to an A.  I give him some dates.  What the fuck am I doing, I find myself wanting to experience sex with him, I want to see what he is like.  

 Days later, I find myself using Leo as a mentor, asking him questions his opinions, I am still learning, still unsure of the etiquette, whether I am doing the right thing and going the right way.  He tells me I must be upfront and tell the other lovers about each other. I discuss one who is becoming too close, he advises how to deal with it.  I talk to him about some of my taboos, he doles out the advice.   I don’t know whether we will ever have sex with Leo but have learnt that every girl needs a straight talking Leo…………………………………. 

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.

Déjà vue!

~ claudia ~ Leave a comment

It took me a good few months to get over the emotionally painful end of my first affair. I still used the same flirting app on-line, participated in saucy chats and played with some men on web-cam when I had the opportunity. Anyway, I had very little opportunity to get away from home for an over-night stay, and so, apart from one one-night stand, there was no chance to meet with anyone.

Early in the following year my situation changed – now suddenly my presence in the big city was required regularly, usually involving one over-night stay per week. But how would I meet someone? The site I was using was good for activity in cyber-space, but because its users were from all over the country, and even from around the world, it was rather difficult to find someone close enough for a meeting. One of my on-line friends, familiar with my dilemma, recommended a site especially designed for adult dating and illicit affairs.

I decided to give it a go, signed up – and was overwhelmed by the initial response! Thanks to a computer-generated ice-breaker, messages and winks came flowing in in the hundreds! For a few days it was impossible to keep track of any conversation. Once the flood had calmed down a bit I started chatting here and there, and soon I had found someone I wanted to meet. However, this time I decided to be a bit more sensible and stick to a chat over coffee or dinner in a public place before perhaps taking things further, a principle I have stuck to ever since.

At the same time I realised that, with more opportunities for me to get away from home, the danger of getting attached emotionally to any single person was just too grave –I really did not want to repeat my past experience. Since I had a nearly inexhaustible pool of men at the tip of my finger, I started to look around further.

Over the next few weeks and months I met a number of interesting (and some not so interesting) men, usually for coffee, sometimes for dinner. Occasionally things went further, and with two men, Marcus and Graham, I met up a few times, but otherwise there was not enough chemistry to sustain something like a long-term relationship. So far I had not revealed to anyone that I was conducting multiple affairs (brief as they were) and it was not until I met Leo just over a year ago, with whom I could discuss the merits of a swinging lifestyle, that I told anyone already existing in my life about parallel or overlapping relationships, or my occasional visits to a swingers’ club for that matter. I was well aware that this was something not to everyone’s liking and I had to be economical with the truth. After all I did not want to be viewed as a slut.

At some point, early August, I started to chat with Martin. He was in his mid to late forties, dark haired, about 5’9 tall, with blue eyes. According to his profile he was single, so not necessarily an ideal partner (considering that “married” reduces the chance of forming an emotional bond because of other commitments).

I am not quite certain what it was that attracted me to his photograph, .he was nice enough looking though not necessarily what I would call attractive – there was something about the shape of his lips. Was it derisive, scornful, cruel even? To this day I cannot quite pinpoint what made me hesitate to reply to his initial message – I only responded to his second attempt, because he actually sounded really lovely. Nor do I remember the content of those first messages once we got chatting – probably it was some light-hearted banter. Soon we decided to change to a faster way of communication and exchanged e-mail addresses and finally ended up on yahoo. This, like skype, has the advantage not only of instant messages, but also offers the possibility of a video-chat and what is nicely put as “cam-fun”.

To our great surprise, almost from the first – typed – conversation we realised that we were on the same wave length. We would simultaneously type our thoughts on a subject – and whoaaa – we had written the same comment or opinion using almost identical words. Spooky! Neither of us could believe what was happening. It didn’t take long before we had a face to face conversation, and we realised that there was an instant spark of a special kind.

As it turned out during our first video chat, his work took him to the big city for four days a week, with two regular over-night stays, one of them coinciding with my schedule. During that conversation, he was chatting from his hotel room, comfortably reclining on his bed. I really liked his politeness, he was well-spoken and very easy to talk to. As far as I could see he was perfectly attired, wearing a shirt – although, of course the web-cam captured only his face and torso. Now, I had had many video chats in the past, mostly of the naughty kind, and thus I quickly noticed the tell-tale signs that he was playing with himself off-screen. Secretly amused, initially I pretended ignorance, until our conversation moved to naughtier subjects. He asked me to stand up, so that he could see me in my entirety, very politely enquired whether I would be happy to lift my top for him. I had lost my shyness on web-cam quite a long time ago, and since I liked his playfulness I happily obliged. On that first occasion we left it at a quick flash of my breasts, on which he complimented me.

Over the next few weeks we frequently chatted – typing – on yahoo, exchanging messages about banal things like the weather, but also getting to know each other a little more, and over and over again finishing each other’s sentences. Often, when I logged on in the morning, there was a message already waiting for me. At the end of the month we finally met for the first time in person. Because of our previous fairly intense communication we instantly felt comfortable in each other’s company, had a lovely dinner, sharing some of the dishes (quite an intimate thing, or at least not something one does at a first date) with flowing conversation – not for a moment was there an awkward break as I had experienced with so many other “dates”.

Later that evening we had drinks in the bar of my hotel (something I normally avoid with any of my dates, since I am a regular customer there and fairly well known by staff) and eventually we went to my room. After kisses and mutual exploration, we soon lost our clothes, and I gave myself up to his full attention. The most unusual (for me) and thus exiting thing was that just before climax he withdrew and wanted me to finish myself off while he was looking on and playing with himself, eventually spraying his load all over me. Well, so much for voyeurism (kind of) and mutual play which he stated on his profile as some of his interests.

Although Martin and I chatted fairly regularly, with the occasional face to face chat on web-cam, (usually when he was in his hotel in the big city and only on very rare occasions from home at weekends, and then around midday, involving mutual play and quite filthy language, often ending in a fit of giggles), we did not meet again for a while. Whenever we planned a meeting, it was cancelled on short notice on his side. Once it was because he had injured his back, taking a couple of weeks to recover, the other time he was called abroad on business.

Occasionally I would see him logged into the site where we met – again almost without exception on evenings when he was away from home. Jokingly I would send him a message, enquiring whether he was looking for a lady to fill the evenings when I was not in town. He denied that vehemently, saying that he neither had time for anyone else, nor did he want to meet another lady. Which, on the one hand, I found flattering, on the other however, I wished he would see someone else too, because that was what I was doing as well. I just did not tell him these thoughts because I was worried I might scare him off. I liked him far too much. Still, this matter was heavily on my mind, but I did not know how to broach the subject.

Finally, late October, we had another date, but on the day he said he was held up at work, and we did not get to meet until quite late in the evening. But at least this time he had made the effort to come all the way across town to see me. He joined me briefly for a drink in my favourite local restaurant where I had been waiting for him (normally a place where I only go, without exception, when I am on my own or with my husband), and shortly afterwards we went to my hotel. For reasons of discretion I asked him to pretend that we were not together (normally I avoid being seen with anyone in the public parts of the hotel altogether – but of course I did not tell him that!). After an hour of passionate sex and cuddles, he had to leave far too soon for my taste. While we waited for his taxi in front of the hotel, smoking and chatting, he suggested that we really should spend a whole night together, rather than having only a few hours snatched every now and then. I wholeheartedly agreed, absolutely loved the idea – although, silently in my mind I was worried about the consequences. This would be taking the degree of our relationship to a different level, and I felt that Martin was a person I could really fall for, if I hadn’t already.

In the days following this evening there was total silence from his side. Very unusual, and I got worried. Where were his good morning messages? What happened to our conversations and video-chats? Did anything go wrong during our last meeting? Was he okay? I was confused and missed his attention. When he got in touch again, he said he had been very busy with work. Well, I accepted that, but so far that hadn’t prevented him from at least saying hello. We set a date for another meeting, chatted in the usual ways, until a couple of days before that date he disappeared again. Then, a few days later, I saw him on-line on skype – and learned that he had been called abroad again unexpectedly and because of the hectic circumstances he had forgotten to let me know.

Of course I was disappointed, but he quickly mollified me with the usual banter and our conversations continued for the next couple of weeks. Just before Christmas we wanted to meet again, but – surprise, surprise – this time it was a bad tooth-ache which prevented him from keeping the date.

I was aware that over the holiday period our contact would be limited at best since he was spending time with his parents. Once, however, I saw him on the site, and he even logged into skype. I sent him a brief message on the latter, and suddenly I realised that he had cancelled the contact. I sent him a rather angry message on the site, asking what that was all about and that if he didn’t want to stay in touch he just should say so. A very apologetic reply came, saying that he didn’t cancel anything, but that there was a technical glitch with his laptop, and of course he wanted to stay in contact. Not until after the holidays, the skype contact was restored.

I accepted his excuse, but by now my suspicions rose. Was he really single? In the evenings, he only logged in from his hotel; never on weekends (except for rare occasions during the day). Not that it mattered if he had a partner, but he should say so. Then I would understand the situation much better. I suspected that someone may have been looking over his shoulder and he did not want his skype pinging with messages. At the same time, of course, I wasn’t without guilt myself – after all I had my secrets too.

When we finally got to meet again in early January, everything seemed fine. We caught up on each other’s news over dinner, chatted in the usual laid back manner and simply were happy in each other’s company (Well, at least I was). During one of our previous conversations I had mentioned that I liked my partner a bit assertive, and he assured me that he could be quite dominant. He told me that when we go back to the hotel, as soon as the door closed behind us, he would be a different person. I would have to follow his orders and not talk unless I was told to do so. I could not wait to get away from the restaurant!

We did exactly as planned. As soon as the door closed he told me to undress except for my black slip, stockings and shoes, kneel at the foot of the bed on a towel he had laid out and silently wait for him to get ready. I watched him undress and then I got order to attend to him with mouth and hands. I gladly obeyed, licking, teasing, sucking, feeling him harden in my mouth. He placed a hand at the back of my head, pushing me in closer until I was gagging, tears started to stream down my cheeks, and still I held his gaze. After a while he lifted me up, told me to kneel at the edge of the bed, bent forward, arms extended. My wetness increased when he started to tease me with his fingers. Then he noticed the small vibrator I had laid out on the bedside table and he made good use of it, teasing me even further. While he entered me from behind, the toy came to good use for my rear entry. Neither of us had played in that manner before which added to the excitement, as did the filthy language we used throughout. By now passion had run high and we climaxed together – ending in a fit of giggles. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, cuddling in each other’s arms, catching our breath. With gentle strokes we cooled down, chatting, giggling – it was a situation of pure bliss and contentment.

On parting we once again agreed that we had to meet more often. But a problem was on the horizon. His present project in town would come to an end and there was no guarantee where he would work next. In theory it could be anywhere in the country. But we decided to deal with that problem once it became clear what would happen.

For the next few weeks we exchanged messages fairly regularly, although not as frequently as before. One evening, sometime in February we had another video-chat, and finally I mustered the courage to bring up the subject of jealousy and seeing other partners. He said that when he was younger he used to be fairly jealous, but was seeing things more relaxed nowadays. I could always talk to him if anything bothered me. I asked whether he had any problem with me going to the swinger’s club when I had the chance. He did not mind that, because, in his words, the experience there had made me to the sexy, desirable and confident person I was today. I also told him that I felt that we were becoming very close and that I feared that I would become too emotionally attached, which worried me. Therefore, I suggested, it might perhaps be good to see someone else too – quite apart from the fact that we did not get to see each other very often. At that point, I think – perhaps because it was very late and he was tired, perhaps wishful thinking or imagination on my part – I saw tears in his eyes. He said: “You will know when our relationship has run its course when you are with me, wishing that you’d rather be with so-and-so.” I assured him that this wouldn’t be the case.

At the end of the conversation I told him how glad I was that we had discussed these matters, and we agreed to meet in a couple of weeks. Until then we exchanged the odd, brief message, but as before, in the days running up to the date I didn’t hear from him. On the day I sent him a text message (I rarely do that for reasons of discretion) to confirm the meeting. No reply! Well, although I was sad, I wasn’t exactly surprised either. Not until very late that evening, when I was logged into skype, he told me that he had just come back from abroad – a trip on very short notice, and that he hadn’t had his phone on. There was some credibility to it – I knew his project was supposed to come to an end, but deadlines had to be postponed, so business discussions were quite likely to happen. But having the phone switched off? And again forgetting to let me know?

Our contacts became less and less frequent. Sadly I had to acknowledge that from THAT talk onwards there was a distinct shift in our relationship. We had one video chat, interestingly on a Sunday morning when he was at home, playing as we had done so often in the past, using filthy language and giggling about it afterwards. In another conversation, a couple of weeks later, he mentioned that when the project finally had come to an end, he had taken off a few days for sightseeing in the big city “with a friend”. Ouch! That hurt! But wasn’t that what I had suggested?

The next thing I heard was that he had started on a new project, with offices located within walking distance from my hotel. I rejoiced at the prospect, and he seemed excited too – although for the time being he would not stay overnight in town since his daily commute was now much easier. Another period of silence followed, until one day I got a message from him on skype (which he told me he used mostly for business), that he had had trouble to get hold of me on yahoo (our usual channel of communication), and that he had been worried to lose touch with me. Well, the technical issues were easily sorted, and we chatted more frequently again. Happy as I was, I was also confused. Martin had been sending out so many different signals. What should I make of them? How were they to be understood? I just could not “read” this man.

A few weeks ago he suggested that we really should spend a night together! Of course I was up for it! Although this time I did not permit myself to look forward to it too much to avoid disappointment again. The first date we considered had to be cancelled – another business trip on short notice. But there was an opportunity a few days later – I suggested a Sunday afternoon and night! He was all for it. His messages conveyed great excitement at the prospect. On the Tuesday before I asked him whether he had thought more about that Sunday option, whereupon he replied: “Option? I thought that was certain!” We agreed that it would be better, for reasons of discretion, to book a room each at my hotel so we could check in independently. At the end of our conversation he said he would book immediately.

For the rest of the week I didn’t hear from him. I had a sense of foreboding, but pushed those thoughts away. After all, it had been his suggestion in the first place, and he seemed genuinely excited at the prospect of the meeting. On arrival at the hotel, I sent him a message, enquiring when I could expect him. No reply! I waited for half an hour, then checked at reception – no booking in his name! What was going on? A range of emotions welled up: disappointment, sadness, anger, fury! What kind of game was he playing? I fired off a rather angry text-message. Even if he didn’t reply, he would at least know how I felt.

Once I had recovered from the shock, I went to get a coffee (always a good remedy!) and contacted a friend who was in town to attend the same conference next day as I. At least I had company that evening to take my mind off this renewed disappointment.

Ever since, Martin ignored all my messages. He cut me off from skype (well, that could have a number of explanations), hasn’t been on yahoo (probably eliminated my contact there, too), and did not respond to any of my messages on the dating site asking for clarification (he has not blocked me there, yet).

Now, after several weeks, I am still none the wiser, and I wonder what has gone wrong. Did I do anything to displease him? Was this a kind of revenge for THAT talk? Did he deliberately want to hurt me? If he didn’t want to see me again, why did he suggest to spend the night? Perhaps he isn’t single as he claimed to be – fine with me! I am married, too, after all. Why not simply tell me the truth? Cowardly sneaking away of course is the easier solution. Surely he must be aware how disrespectful and hurtful his behaviour is – I thought we had this very rare instant bond, on so many levels, intellectually and emotionally, and I thought I understood his way of thinking. How wrong could I be?

Questions over questions. And frustration at the total lack of comprehension of what had happened. The most comforting thought – although pure speculation, like any other attempts to understand the situation – is that he, like me, felt that things were getting emotionally too intense, and thus he “chickened out”.

Like in the case of my first affair, I will probably never know. Once again I got hurt, but the heartache will fade with time. I must learn to keep my emotions in check, and mostly it works. I have wonderfully sexy friendships, with mutual affection and respect. Well, and after all, there are more fish in the pond 😉

Heartache! (and the trouble with exclusive affairs)

~ claudia ~ Leave a comment

About two years ago I decided, for a number of reasons, to stray from my marriage. Not least because with my husband, who is more than thirty years my senior and whom I love dearly, there had been no physical relationship whatsoever for somewhere around twelve years. After such a long period of time of living in a relationship more akin to one like father-daughter, I realised that I didn’t want to lose out on what possibly might be left of just a few years of sensual pleasure life might still hold in store for me. It was not an easy step to take – indeed, it was against all the principles I had held up in the past.

By that time I had already made some contacts on-line, interestingly on a word-game site which apart from the game itself also had a chat facility. This in turn was used by some players for the exchange of saucy messages, and for some more steamy chats. (More about this perhaps in another story) One of my friends from there pointed me to another app specifically designed for flirting, chatting and the exchange of (sometimes very explicit) photographs.

Once I had signed up and found my way round that app, it didn’t take long to find myself engaged in a number of conversations with men from various parts of the UK (and potentially other parts of the world). Those conversations were to a great extent conducted in the form of tags to the uploaded photograph(s). One man soon caught my attention with his customised statements (as opposed to standardised tags provided by the app) and comments on my photograph. What struck me most about his photos were his piercing blue eyes and cheeky smile. He was ruggedly handsome, in his mid-forties, and as he told me, about 5’8 tall. After a few weeks of chatting on an almost daily basis, we were discussing the possibilities of meeting up, and soon an opportunity arose for me to get away from home for a night.

Once we had agreed on the date, we played through some scenarios on what would happen when we met. He used quite explicit language, and the scenarios he painted were exceedingly exciting. Closer to the day we exchanged phone-numbers, just to be able to stay in touch if necessary. And then, the last few days before our planned meeting, he did not come on-line. I was confused, and not quite certain what to do. On the train I decided a last ditch attempt and with trembling fingers I sent him a text-message, without much hope for getting a reply: “Last chance! Are you still interested in meeting up?” Oh yes ! He was interested and would shortly be on his way to the big city. I got exact instructions what to do: After checking in (and texting him the name of my hotel and my room number) I was to take a shower, change into some sexy lingerie, and then wait for his arrival. I should be prepared to be taken immediately on opening the door. The rest of my journey passed in a haze of excited anticipation – but also worry. Had I gone totally mad? Meeting up with a virtual stranger with whom I had not even exchanged a word in person in a hotel-room was perhaps not the safest thing to do. The situation could so easily get out of hand – what kind of person would he be?

Pushing all negative thoughts aside (although they always lingered somewhere in the back of my mind), I decided that it was a delicious adventure and well worth the risk. I did as instructed and waited, giddy with excitement and anticipation, my juices starting to flow just at the thought of things to come. Finally a text message announced his arrival within the next five minutes, my heart-rate going up, my breathing becoming heavier. A knock on the door, a flash of those piercing blue eyes, a smile, a barely whispered “hello” – and being pinned against the wall, hands and tongue exploring my body, fingers in my secret places. After a few minutes and a few steps further into the room, he took off his top, revealing a number of tattoos (well, I had seen some of them on his photographs), ordering me to get on my knees, feeding me his cock, making me gag and choke. Oh, this was so much better than all the fantasies we had spun! It almost felt like an out-of-body experience – this can’t be me, the conservative, insecure, shy me! And yet, it was so real! Well, not least because the sharp slaps on my bottom while being taken from behind, kneeling on the edge of the bed, kept me firmly within the real world.

I don’t remember how often I climaxed– the whole situation was so erotic, exciting, a totally new kind of experience for me – not only had I been starved of physical attention of any kind for many years, but never in my life had I been dominated in this way before. After around forty minutes, and a shared orgasm, we finally managed to introduce ourselves properly, albeit somewhat breathlessly.

While cuddling, we chatted about our lives and various experiences in general. He was quite easy to talk to, although at times I struggled with his northern accent. Quite openly he told me that he had been quite a bad boy in his youth. Some of his stories I found rather intriguing, giving me an insight into a world very different from my sheltered upbringing. Possibly this totally different background was part of the attraction, and certainly the strong erotic energy I felt emanating from him. After a while we were ready for an encore.

During our on-line conversations the subject of anal intercourse had come up. Had I tried it? Did I like it? Was I up for it? Previously I had never liked my bottom being fingered, but I was curious nevertheless, and I had told him that I was prepared to try it. Now, with passion running high, that moment had come. He made me kneel at the edge of the bed, with one hand pushing my head down, grabbing my hair. He fingered my bottom, sticking up high in this position, using spittle as lubricant. Never before had I been treated like that. It was exciting and a bit scary at the same time. When he tried to enter me I flinched, tried to get away. But there was no escaping his grip, and I will never forget his words: “Stay there! You can stand a bit of pain!” What followed was an intense combination of excitement, pain, and, once I relaxed, lust. This mixture of sensations was truly mind-boggling. Although I didn’t climax in this way, it was a highly sensually charged experience.

Once we had recovered our breath and cleaned up we dressed and went for dinner to a Chinese place nearby, followed by a stroll around the area and a brief stop for coffee. There were still a couple of hours left before he had to catch his train, so we went back to my room for some more cuddles and sensual play. In the lift – my room was on the 8th floor – he slid his hand between my legs, pushed me against the wall, and we kissed until the door opened on my floor. With a twinkle in his eyes he told me that he had always fancied playing in a lift.

I was well and truly fascinated by this man. Never had I met someone like him before; rough and sensual, playful and serious, and very gentle and tender when we parted at the end of the evening.

About six weeks later we met again. This time we had decided that he would stay for the night, since it was a weekend. My excuse to stay away from home was that I was attending a friend’s graduation party, which would surely last too long to travel all the way back late at night. Of course I did attend part of the celebration, but left early in the evening. Unfortunately, after I had booked my room a couple of days earlier, I skipped down the garden path in joyful anticipation, tripped, and holding a bunch of keys in my right hand, crashed against the frame of my back-door. My hand swelled up immediately, but I could still move all my fingers. I wasn’t sure whether anything was broken (possibly I did break a bone or two) but I decided not to have it checked, with the argument that there was not much doctors could do in such a case. And, of course, I feared that I would have to give up on my plans for the weekend.

By the weekend, my hand was not exactly a pretty sight, swollen and bruised in dark blue hues, and quite painful. Also, of course, I could not use it properly, each movement of the little and the ring-finger causing a wave of pain, but all bearable. I was determined not to let this spoil my fun. Again, I texted him the number of my room where he joined me sometime in the early evening. His concern about my hand was almost touching. He gingerly helped me to undress (and later on, dress again), the sex we had was much more tender – but no less exciting than the first time. For dinner we went to an Indian restaurant this time. I remember that I was wearing a black, knee-length shift dress, lace-top stockings, a necklace with chunky red beads, golden ball earrings, and a red leather-jacket. When we selected from the buffet, he stood close to me, and at one point slightly brushed his hand over my hips and bottom – naughty, but a very gentle gesture. I acknowledged that gesture wordlessly with a smile on my lips and a look into his blue eyes. After dinner we went for a stroll – he offered me his arm, and I could see the pride in his eyes to be walking with me arm in arm. Back in our room I told him how nice I found that moment in the restaurant, and his answer was: “You looked so sexy in that dress with your baubles – I couldn’t help it”.

At one point later that evening, I stood at the foot-end of the bed, undressing while he looked on, playing with himself. Again, this was a totally new situation for me, and I threw him a questioning look. When I heard his words: “Woman! You have no idea how much you turn me on!” I was flattered, amazed that I could even have such a reaction from a man. I really felt special.

At the same time, I sensed some vulnerability in him and I realised that he was fighting his own demons in regard to body insecurities and stamina – I assured him that there was need for him to worry, that he was the sexiest guy I had ever met.

The rest of the evening we spent cuddling, chatting, stroking, drifting off to sleep, waking up in each other’s embrace, falling asleep again. In the morning we found ourselves spooning; I felt his hard cock between my bottom cheeks, while he reached across my body to rub my clit – gently, slowly, taking his time. Only after he had made sure that I had climaxed, he took his turn – more akin to making love rather than just sex.

We parted company soon after breakfast, but agreed that next time I would come to his place. I already had a date about four weeks later in mind when my stay in the big city was required for a few days, a Sunday evening included, when we could meet. Over the next weeks we chatted almost daily on-line, made plans of how to arrange travel for our next meeting, what we would do, etc. Once I asked him what really turned him on- he said that he would like me in a fish-net body-suit, a collar, high heels. Well, I couldn’t quite imagine myself in that kind of outfit, but I went shopping for fishnet tights, and just to be on the safe side, some crotchless fishnet tights (and another pair in a different design). A collar I made myself – with satin and velvet ribbons to which I fixed a brooch of glass crystals. I was rather pleased with the result, having created a quite elegant piece of adornment. Also, I bought myself a new body-hugging skirt and studded sandals for that weekend. I could hardly wait for the time to pass.

We continued with our flirty, sexy and naughty, but also at times serious chats, and the closer the time of the next meeting came, the higher the anticipation rose. For some reason, on the Thursday before our meeting, the atmosphere changed. He came over as aggressive and argumentative. I do not remember how we ended up on the subject about chatting with other people on the site and looking at their private pictures. Yes, I was chatting with a few other people as well, and yes, I had looked at some of the naughty pictures, too – after all I got quite a lot of them offered to me, many more than I cared to look at. But that was what the site was for – and since there were people from all over the world on there, the chances of meeting anyone else were more than remote. I must have said something that displeased him greatly, because the last message I got from him was “I don’t want to see you”. In an instant, totally unexpected, all our conversations disappeared before my eyes – he had blocked me! I couldn’t understand what had happened – thought it was a poor joke he was playing at me. Frantically I sent him a text message, asking for clarification. No reply! I was devastated, couldn’t comprehend what just had happened. I felt as if I were in free fall off a cliff, about to shatter on the ground. I was dumb-struck, totally lost, close to tears. Of course I could not allow myself to cry – the reason would have been very difficult to explain to my husband.

The next couple of days passed in a haze. I hoped he would get in touch with me, telling me it had all been a mistake. Not only did I wonder what happened, but the bigger question was even the “Why?” Surely there must have been another reason than petty jealousy for his change of mind. I could accept that our affair, brief as it was, had come to an end, but I so desperately needed to understand what had led to that end. I came up with lots of theories, asked some of my on-line friends what they thought about this matter. But of course, it was all speculation and none of the solutions seemed satisfactory.

I never heard from him again. Needless to say, that Sunday evening in the big city, which I have always loved for many reason, I felt absolutely miserable. Everything in my hotel reminded me of the time we spent together, each ride in the lift reminded me of that little interlude; walking through the streets we had taken together, seeing the happy people in the restaurants we had visited together, all choked me up with tears I could not shed. Even some of my colleagues who attended the same event as I asked whether I was alright, because I looked so sad.

He continued to use the site we met on, and sometimes his picture would come up – I could look at it but not communicate with him; memories flooding my mind causing utter devastation because I could not understand what had happened. It took me a long time to accept that I will never entirely understand what went on in his mind, and it took me a good year before I could look at his photograph – when it popped up – without becoming emotional. Call me silly (and yes, I did scold myself more than once), but I could not help my feelings.

By now, almost exactly two years have passed since our last conversation, and looking back, I still wonder, but I also can cherish the wonderful (bitter-sweet) memories of those two meetings. My first affair will always have a special place in my heart. The occasional twinge of pain in my hand inevitably brings back to my mind some of the details I just described. Our first encounter was one of the craziest things I have ever done; he still was one of the sexiest guys I ever met. But I am aware that on so many levels he would not have been the right person for me for a long-term affair. Occasionally a newer photo of him pops up on my screen, and I even start to question what I really saw in him. Obviously, in the meantime I have far more experience in conducting (an) affair(s), and probably I am more laid back about such matters. Lovers come and go, some relationships last longer than others – this is just a fact of this kind of life-style.

As a consequence, I decided never again to focus on only one single person. Having more than one affair at a time should protect me from too strong an emotional attachment to any single person. But life is full of surprises and protective measures don’t always work – in recent weeks I had a sense of déjà vue.