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Aff4 enters my underground circle (Part 1 of 2)

~ Eve ~ 1 Comment

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

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

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

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

Him to me>>

and oh how you make me smile……

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

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

Looking forward to very much.

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

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

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

Me to him>>

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

Him to me>>

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

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

Me to him>>

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

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

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

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

Perhaps a novelty but appendices in a blog post?!

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

Email1 stream

Email1 Me to him>>

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

Email1 Him to Me>>

just keep those thoughts and sensations flooding in……

Email1 Me to him>>

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

Email2 stream

Email2 Me to him>>

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

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

Mmmmmmmmm

Email2 Him to me>>

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

Email2 Me to him>

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

 

A spontaneous and varied week

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebecca – a friendship forged on WhatsApp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It appears that everyone is up to it…

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

A memorable 10 days, with five lovely women

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

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

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