1 comments/ 8367 views/ 2 favorites Adulterated Pleasure By: Scot_writer I sat, my fingers nervously rubbing away at the bottom of my wine glass, waiting anxiously on the bar door opening. I had originally sat with my back to the entrance but after returning to my seat with my second glass of Shiraz I chose to sit facing it, trying to look more confident than I actually felt. I glanced, not for the first time, at my watch and realised that only a minute had elapsed since the last time I had looked. It was just after 7 and I had been sitting in the hotel bar trying to look nonchalant for half an hour, having decided I needed some Dutch courage prior to my secret rendezvous. My stomach lurched dramatically whenever the door opened but on the two occasions it had, both had been hotel staff and not the man I had arranged to meet. In view of the fact that we were both married, we had organised the date well in advance. It had not been easy trying to find a time we could both be away overnight, trying to come up with believable excuses so we could be together for the first time. Previously, all contact had been via the internet or phone. Instant messages full of lust and longing, telephone conversations that ended in orgasm, although we were hundreds of miles apart. Cyber sex at its best but even then, it was not good enough for us. We wanted more. My body started to prickle all over as I pondered on what the evening would hold. If our internet conversations were anything to go by it was going to be an extremely hot night and one that would leave us feeling completely debauched but hopefully, deeply satiated too. Lost in my thoughts, I was jarred out of them when the door opened and Johnny suddenly entered the room. Caught unawares, I immediately smiled up at him as my stomach turned a somersault and I hoped I did not look as manic as I felt inside. Oddly, I thought he looked nothing like how he had appeared on webcam but at the same time exactly the same. I felt frozen to the spot, relieved that he had turned up but immediately nervous and excited that he had. I realised that there was a huge part of me that had doubted whether he would even show but now that he had my next worry was what he would think of me. I could feel my face flush as he walked towards me, looking confident and assured he dropped a holdall next to the table and grinned. "My gym kit," he laughed, winking at me. "So hello you." Nodding towards the full glass in front of me he smiled, "do you want another?" His accent managed to take me unawares although I had often spoken to him on the phone over the course of our virtual relationship. I was taken aback, for the first time the full package was standing in front of me, not just a disembodied voice on the phone or an image on a webcam but the whole article; my cyber lover, flesh, blood and very, very real. I tried to say that I did not need another glass of wine but embarrassingly found that my tongue had stuck to the top of my mouth and all that emerged was a slight murmur. Quickly I shook my head trying to make up for the undecipherable answer, which made my earrings jingle. Self consciously I grabbed on to them to stop the clatter, with the result he turned to go to the bar chuckling away to himself. Red faced, I studied him as he stood with his back to me. His shirt clung to his shoulders and then tapered pleasingly downward. His jeans fitted him well and I admired the obvious benefits of running regularly; firm buttocks and muscular thighs. Before long he returned with his pint, choosing to sit next to me rather than across the table. "Fancy us meeting here." He smirked cheekily before taking a long drink. "Oh I needed that." He then proceeded to wipe his lips with the back of his hand, "been here long?" "Yes, just a bit." I laughed, "I took the day off work and enjoyed a slow drive here, checked in and then done a little shopping." "Ahh making the most out of it, eh?" his eyes crinkled as he looked at me. I felt quite vulnerable under his stare. Inside I was quaking and yet this handsome man in front of me did not look the least bit nervous at all. I tried to keep my voice steady as I continued with the light conversation. "Oh yes, plus if I go back with shopping bags and looking guilty, he assumes it's because I have spent a fortune." I admitted sheepishly. "And will you look guilty?" Johnny enquired, looking genuinely concerned. "I hope not, I'm not planning on it anyway but who knows. Tomorrow is another day, eh?" I wittered on nervously, beaming at him in an attempt to look carefree. I truly did not want our tête-à-tête to dwell on our infidelities. I took another mouthful of wine and prayed that my teeth were not showing the usual telltale signs of a red wine drinker. "So gorgeous, did you dress as we discussed?" As he spoke I felt his hand on my thigh. Staring into his eyes I held my breath as his hand slid down to the hemline of my skirt and then slowly edged its way up underneath the fabric. The palm of his hand glided up my nylon covered leg until it reached the top of my stocking and I felt the warmth of his hand touch the bare skin of my upper leg. I could see the grin spread across his face as he realised that I was wearing suspenders. I uncrossed my legs, allowing his fingers to continue their exploration up my inner thigh. I could feel myself tense in anticipation, waiting for his touch to go higher. I suddenly froze to the spot as I felt the back of his hand brush over the dark, silky hair between my legs. I watched as his eyebrows arched with delighted glee. "Oh you did, you naughty little girl." I then felt him move his hand over to my other thigh. As he done so he drew his thumb down my very centre and I gasped at the electrifying contact. His smile broadened noticeably as he slowly retraced his thumb's journey upwards keeping his eyes on mine as he done so. Madly, I wondered if the barmaid was aware of what was happening in front of her as she stood mundanely drying glasses. The thought made me flush and dampen at the same time. I had never worn a skirt without underwear before and when I had walked into the bar earlier I felt as if the whole world knew my dirty secret. It felt highly erotic. I moved my hand over to his leg and squeezed his thigh, really in a vain attempt to disguise the fact that his hand had vanished up my skirt but also to show some appreciation for the extremely curious finger I had sliding up and down between my very moist lips. Additionally, it gave me the opportunity to shift my weight slightly and open my legs a little further. He accepted my invitation at once by pushing the length of his finger into my wet, swollen pussy. I knew my eyes must have flickered as he entered me as he brushed his lips over mine and whispered, "You've a wonderfully wicked glint in your eye. I think I need to take you upstairs and see just how wicked you can be." As he spoke I could feel his finger wiggle inside me, he was curling it in a 'come here' motion. I was not sure if he was aware that he was massaging my g-spot at the same time but regardlessly, it felt wonderful. "Lets get out of here; it's too crowded for my liking." I looked around the deserted room, "I couldn't agree more." We waited patiently in silence for the lift doors to open. I had never felt so mixed up in my life before. The build up to our meeting had been prolonged and intense and now everything we had lusted for was about to happen. I felt guilty, anxious, excited, nervous, buzzing with anticipation and incredibly horny, all at the same time. Inside the lift I pushed the round, silver button for the 6th floor and watched as the doors slowly slid shut. As soon as the elevator started to move I felt his hand grip my shoulder. I looked up into his eyes as he bent over, narrowing the distance between us. I caught my breath as his lips came down to meet mine. Coarsely he whispered, "I've been waiting for this for far too long." Before I knew it his lips were on mine properly for the first time. His arms slid around my waist and he pulled me tight up against his body. I could smell his aftershave but could not place it. It smelt clean and woody and musty all mixed together. In response to his clinch, I went up on to my tiptoes, aware of the difference in our heights. I could immediately feel that he was as turned on as I was. His kiss was eager and his lips pressed against mine forcibly. His hand moved down over my buttocks and he squeezed, almost lifting me off the floor at the same time. I clung to him, reeling from the reality of his touch. Our ardent kiss lasted until the lift doors opened and blinking, we spilled out into the brightly lit corridor. My small hand slid into his and I led the way to our hotel room. As soon as we entered the bedroom he turned and pushed me harshly up against the door. I could feel the wooden frame of the fire escape plan press into my back as he crushed his lips on to mine once more kissing me passionately, his hands roaming all over my body. His hands grabbed at my breasts and squeezed them roughly through the flimsy fabric of my blouse. I held the side of his head as his tongue dipped in and out of my mouth as if testing the depth between my lips. I could feel him pulling up my skirt and pushing his hand between my thighs, forcing them apart so that he could rub between my legs again. His other hand tugged at my blouse pulling it free from my skirt, the buttons quickly submitted as they were pulled apart. I then felt his hand on my bare skin as it snaked up my side. Without undoing my bra his hand slid under it and pulled it over my breasts, freeing them from their confines and revealing my budlike nipples. Grasping one, he pinched it hard and rolled it between his finger and thumb making my back arch. I could hardly catch my breath as his frenzied attack continued. I felt as if I was 18 again: the frantic love making; the strange mouth; the different hands; the unusual smell; the unfamiliar man in front of me. Normally, I am used to a set pattern of moves which are gentle, tried and tested procedures with no surprises, no real passion and often no orgasm. In stark contrast, this was raw, wonderful and exciting. It was as if my internet lover had been longing for me so much that now he had me within his grasp he was making up for lost time, desperate not to miss touching every part of my body. I felt exhilarated under his untamed touch, I was being ravished and I loved it. Finished with bruising my lips, his mouth moved down to my neck and I could feel his teeth graze along my skin. Guiltily, I hoped that he would not leave any marks as he kissed and nibbled along my shoulder. I felt his warm mouth latch on to my now erect nipple and as I glanced down I could see it disappearing between his lips as he sucked hard on it. My hand automatically went to hold his head as he continued to kiss and suck at my breast; drawing my nipple into his mouth and then releasing it so he could kiss all around my brown areola. The pain he was creating in my chest felt exquisite and I relished the feelings coursing through me as his mouth tugged at my breast. As he sank to his knees in front of me, my hands were at a loss as he roughly pushed my skirt out of his way, forcing it further up my waist. Looking down I could see how dishevelled my clothes were; my blouse hung open revealing my bare breasts, crudely poking out from beneath my bra, my skirt was completely bunched up and lower still I could just make out the tops of my stockings; the rest of the view blocked by his head as he started to nuzzle in between my legs. I laid my head back against the door, closing my eyes so that I could concentrate on what was happening. I could feel his breath against me, to begin with I thought he was blowing on to my already damp pussy but then I realised that he was inhaling deeply, breathing in my aroma before slowly exhaling and taking another breath. The idea of his nostrils taking in my scent was highly intimate and I could feel my body react as a wave of heat enveloped me. His hesitation also added to the moment and I tried to push myself closer to his face, thrusting my hips forward trying to provoke him into making contact instead of leaving me quivering before him but to no avail, I could sense he was savouring the moment. Curiously, I was surprised when his tongue did reach out and take its first taste. Its delicate touch was almost feather like as it tenderly slipped between my lips and licked slowly downward. I flinched involuntary, accidentally pulling myself away causing him to lean further into me. This time his tongue contacted more firmly and rubbed up against my clitoris. My shudder this time was more profound and I grabbed onto his head to hold him in place. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he continued to kiss and lick. He lapped up my juices, the cool cat eventually getting the cream he had so often yearned for. Yet again I was on my tiptoes, my calf muscles taut as I parted my legs further, allowing him closer still. I knew my pussy lips was swollen, all fleshy and engorged, opening up more under his skilful tongue. My skin was aflame as he worked his magic between my legs, forcing me to get rid of the rest of my clothes; I swiftly discarded them, dropping them into a heap on the floor. Now naked, apart from my stockings and suspenders, my breasts hung free, my nipples proudly standing out. I realised that his fingers were now helping him with his explorations as I could feel him spreading my lips apart, enabling him to nibble my clit. The sensation of his teeth skimming against me was phenomenal and I could feel my legs tremble as they struggled to hold me upright. I was moaning like a porn star and I could not help it. His long, slender finger pushed inside me, followed quickly by another and I arched my back welcoming his probing. Both fingers were now covered in my juices as he plunged them repeatedly inside me. His hot mouth continued to pillage my now dripping pussy and I had to push myself against the door for support as I felt all the muscles in my lower body tense. "Oh fuck," I practically screamed as I felt myself erupt, the sudden intensity of the orgasm completely taking me unawares. The feelings washing over me were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I knew my inner thighs were dripping, and still Johnny lapped at me, licking up every last drop. He stood up smiling broadly, his face glistening with my juices. He then kissed me deeply and I could smell my own aroma, which now covered his skin, my chin getting sticky with my own creamy residue. As we kissed, I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, allowing it to drop unheeded to the floor. I started to undo his belt but he prevented me from going any further by taking my hand and leading me over to the king-size bed, which sat like a promised land in a sea of wantonness. He perched me on the edge of the bed and stood before me, allowing me to finish undoing his jeans. I kissed his midriff as I tugged the denim down over his hips, smoothing my hands over his tight buttocks to help the process along. I then slipped my hands down under the thick waistband of his tight, white boxers and repeated the movement but this time on to his bare skin. Laughing, I bit the elastic at the front of his boxers and pulled it away from his skin, revealing his solid cock standing erect beneath the soft cotton fabric. Using my teeth and taking care, I eased the underwear down, doing it deliberately so that my hair would caress his shaft as I lent forward. Letting go of the waistband, the elastic pinged gently against his thighs and I pushed his boxers down past his knees before straightening up. Now his stiff, hard cock was standing almost eye to eye with me and I could see that it was already weeping. I took his length in my hand and heard him taking a quick breath as my finger swept over the top of his helmet, catching the drop of pre-cum and spreading it over the swollen head of his cock. As I slowly stroked him back and forward I blew gently on to him, teasing him with my breath, letting him know my lips were close by. I felt his hands on my head, his fingers threading their way through my long, dark hair until he had two handfuls of it. He pulled my head back making me look up to him. Maintaining the eye contact I squirmed forward until my breasts sat on either side of his erection, affording him the perfect view as I pushed them together capturing him tightly so I could continue to stimulate his throbbing cock between my large, plump bosom. Taking him back in hand, I leant over and took his hard on into my mouth. My lips closed tightly around the shaft and pushed their way up his length until I could take him no further. I then eased back, using my tongue to lick the underside of his erection as I withdrew. Repeating the action, I took him a little further each time, trying to open my throat to make more room for his thick, solid cock. My left hand sought out his testicles and started to massage them gently as I took him between my soft, warm lips. Almost gagging as I tried to accommodate him, my mouth salivated over his cock so that his pre-cum and my saliva mixed, causing a heady lubricant to spread along his pulsating erection. Concentrating now on the end of his cock, I started to suck, my tongue probing and licking all around his helmet. His sighs egged me on as I rolled his balls in my palm whilst my other hand stroked him back and forward, finger and thumb encircling his rigid cock, my mouth firmly sealed around the top. Just as I started increasing the momentum, Johnny pushed me back on to the duvet breaking the contact. I guessed he wanted to ejaculate later rather than sooner therefore, giving a knowing smile, I wriggled backwards up the bed where he joined me, clambering up on all fours until we were face to face. As we kissed he lowered his naked body down on to mine. His weight on me felt good, something I had dreamt of so often in the past. I ran my hands over his body trying to memorise every contour of it, his muscular back, his slim waist and his neat, firm buttocks. There was little resistance as our bodies moulded together perfectly As his strong arms took his weight, I wrapped my legs around his athletic body and felt him start to slide into me. His solid cock pushed further in and I tilted my pelvis up, trying to make sure he could get as deep as possible. I could hear him sighing with pleasure as he maintained the position for a short while. Looking up at him, I stared into his dark brown eyes and cherished the moment as he slowly withdrew before driving into me for a second time. It felt fantastic. I started to buck beneath him, slowly at first and then speeding up to match his pace, surging upwards to meet every thrust, our bodies slamming into each other. It was not long before I could feel myself starting to tingle, my pussy finding its rhythm and relishing the beat. I then heard Johnny's breathing starting to falter and I realised that he was also close to coming. Focussing on the building sensation between my legs, I pictured how his cock would look as it drove into me repeatedly; swollen and purple, the veins throbbing as he fucked me harder and harder. The image pushed me over the edge and I let out a gasp as I started to come yet again. As my orgasm took hold, I clutched on to his buttocks and pulled him tight against me so I could grind myself between his hip bones. I knew that my actions had caused Johnny to let go as he rammed powerfully into me one last time. In that instance, it was as if his whole body had frozen: every muscle tensed and unmoving; his face darkened with the strain; his eyes tightly closed and his mouth almost a grimace. Then, like a sudden spring thaw, he relaxed, his smile returned and he was able to lower himself gently on to my lightly flushed body. Both now covered in a sheen of sweat, we lay still with our hearts beating in tandem, locked together in satiated contentment. Adulterated Pleasure (The Cottage) Isn't it funny how you can totally convince yourself of something, only to realise with hindsight that you had been fooling yourself all along and that deep down you actually knew you were telling lies? I believe that's what happened with Johnny and me. We said we'd only meet the once. A one off session just to get each other out of our systems; one night of liberating each other from the intense sexual connection we had online. Looking back now it was merely an excuse to meet. I believe that being able to say it was only going to happen the once made our infidelity seem more acceptable. At one point, it really seemed that we were actually doing our partners a favour in meeting, trusting that once we had satisfied our lust, we could return to our mundane lives and devote all our attention back to them. What a lot of baloney that was because right now, 8 months from our first encounter, I am sitting on a train heading back up north to meet Johnny again. -o- As my train was almost at its destination, I pulled my compact from my small leather clutch bag and checked my face in the mirror. My long, straight brown hair shone in the winter sunlight, which flooded into the carriage giving my hair a lovely bronze shine. My make-up, which I had taken great time over that morning, was still intact and all that was required was a quick reapplication of dusty copper lipstick to my full, pouting mouth. I smiled at my reflection, checking my teeth had not laid claim to any of the lipstick but also simply because I was happy. The last time I had met Johnny I had been consumed with worry, my lack of confidence and nerves at being unfaithful had kept me anxious right up to the point I had seen him walking into the hotel bar. However, this time I was excited and eager to meet my cyber lover again. I stepped off the train and walked briskly along the platform. We had arranged to meet in the car park to save Johnny having to hang about the station but that didn't stop me looking round for him, peering through the crowds, making sure I would not walk past him. The automatic barrier opened for me without hitch and soon I found myself in the station car park. I had a brief moment of panic as I frantically searched the lines of parked cars but then spotted him standing next to his Volkswagen Golf waving me over. He looked great, dressed casually in jeans and t-shirt; his dark brown hair looked black as he stood in the shade next to his car. I could not help but smile broadly as I walked over to him, all the time trying not to stumble in my heels over the uneven concourse. My stomach churned and my heart seemed to beat faster the closer I got. As I neared him, he held his arms open for me and I welcomed his embrace, my arms automatically wrapping themselves around his back returning the hug. We held each other tightly, both glad to be in each others arms once more. As we drew apart he kissed me, just a chaste peck on the cheek and I guessed he was worried we could be seen so I gave his arm a quick squeeze in return. Politely he opened the car door for me and I slid into the passenger seat. It felt odd sitting there, suddenly being part of his life. I realised that the last time we had met there had been nothing of Johnny's personal life on show. It was an anonymous hotel room, which could have been in any city in the UK but now I was sitting in his car, the car he spent time in every day of his life. I looked around, taking in the cds, tissues and air freshener, searching for more clues to his personality. He climbed in next to me and I realised that I was probably the biggest clue to his character; I was his choice of passenger. How peculiar that sitting next to him in his car actually felt more intimate than sharing my body with him. Johnny skillfully manoeuvred out of the car park and soon we were driving away from the city centre and heading for the country side, chatting away as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing. He rested his left hand on my thigh as he drove and I placed my own over the top, intertwining my fingers with his. I enjoyed the scenery as the car sped along the road. It was a part of Scotland that I had not visited before and the small villages that we passed through looked quaint and friendly. It wasn't long before Johnny took a sharp right and we turned off the main road and headed towards the coast. The track that we were now on was narrow and winding and fortunately we didn't meet any cars coming in the opposite direction. As we crested the hill I could see why the road was so empty. Its sole purpose was to provide access to an isolated cottage overlooking the sea. Although it looked weather beaten and the white paint work had seen better days, to me it looked perfect. Johnny drew up next to the beautiful little house and I stepped out of the car. I had known all along that we were heading to one of Johnny's friend's places, a holiday home that was let out to tourists during the summer months but I had no idea that it was in such a secluded spot with such wonderful vistas over the North Sea. I looked over to Johnny, the delight evident on my face. He smiled knowingly at me and shook the keys in his hand, making them jingle as they knocked into each other. He threw them over to me as he opened the boot of his car and I surprised myself with my own deftness, catching them with ease. The key fitted perfectly and turned the lock, enabling me to push the little wooden door open. I felt like Alice in Wonderland as I entered the idyllic cottage. The first thing I became aware of was a large open fire, all ready prepared and waiting to be lit. My eyes were then drawn to a vase of fresh yellow roses in the middle of a round oak table, the buds still trying to burst open under the last rays of sun shimmering through the large bay window. I noticed a small card perched up against the flowers and went over to read it. It stated simply For You x. Replacing the card, I felt Johnny's arms circling my waist and his lips on my neck. I leant back against him and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on my bare skin and his hands on my body. "Thank you. For the flowers and all of this." I lifted my arms to encompass the cottage, "it's just beautiful." "Just like you." He murmured with his lips pressed up against my neck. He turned me round and kissed me full on the mouth for the first time that day. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, allowing my tongue to slip in between his lips where it met with his own. His lips on mine sent delightful shivers down my spine. Johnny broke away from me, "Just a moment, I have a few things planned," he said mysteriously before disappearing through one of the adjacent doors. Smiling to myself, I wandered over to the large bay window and sat on its ledge. The view was stunning; I could see the waves below crash against the rocks as the sun started to set. It was still quite early but February days tend to be even shorter on the east coast of Scotland, which meant it wouldn't be long until it was dark. I really did feel like I was in wonderland as I sat there wondering what the evening had in store for me. I heard a quiet tinkle behind me and Johnny returned with two long stemmed glasses both containing red wine. "Shiraz," he said as he handed me the glass. "My favourite." "I know. To us." He tilted his glass to mine and the glasses clinked once more. "To us." He joined me on the window seat and we looked out over the water, watching the sun sink into the sea as we sipped our wine. Before I had a chance to empty my glass, Johnny made his excuses and left again. It wasn't long however, until he called for me to join him so I followed his voice through to a large old fashioned bathroom. The walls were covered in panels of pale blue tongue and grove and in the middle of the linoleum covered floor was an enormous claw foot bath already filled with bubbles and what looked like rose petals floating on the water. Johnny relieved me of my glass and placed it next to his on a small wooden stool close to the bath. As if there was an unspoken rule, we started to undress one another. He unbuttoned my cream blouse as I pulled his navy A&F t-shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and slender waist. His hands had now sought out my breasts and I could feel them glide over the lace of my bra, cupping my breasts and gently squeezing them before pushing my shirt from my shoulders and unclipping my bra. Our movements were slow and measured; both of us taking our time as we removed each others clothes. A far cry from the time he had practically ripped the clothes from my body. As we kissed I unbuckled his belt and undone his button. Slowly I pulled down the zip of his jeans revealing a white triangle of his underwear. I tugged downwards on his jeans, easing them over his hips until they fell to his knees. I could sense him trying to kick them off and we laughed as he managed to get stuck with one leg on inside out as he tried to stand on the rest of his jeans to pull it free. In contrast, my skirt fell to the floor without problem revealing that I had chosen to wear hold-ups that day. I lifted my leg on to the side of the bath and slowly rolled the stocking downward, unsheathing one smooth leg before repeating the performance with the other. Johnny watched on in silence, unconsciously licking his lips. I now stood in front of him wearing only a small lace thong, my nipples hard and swollen like large brown acorns atop my rounded breasts. Maintaining eye contact, I hooked my thumbs under the delicate strands of my underwear and peeled the thong from my body to reveal my pussy, the lips concealed by a narrow strip of neatly trimmed hair. Johnny smiled and copied my actions, removing his tight, white boxers. His solid cock now stood to attention in front of me and I envisioned it entering me, which made my body quiver with anticipation. We came together and kissed, our naked bodies pressed against one another. I could feel how much he wanted me as his erection pushed up against my stomach. My hand dropped to it and held it gently, slowly starting to stroke it back and forward. I could hear Johnny's breathing change as my hand continued to caress him. Bit by bit, he walked me backwards as we kissed until my back hit against the cool, wooden wall. With a burst of energy, he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto his cock. I could feel my pussy lips part as his cock pushed its way inside me. Holding my buttocks, he thrust into me forcing my back tight up against the wall. I clutched his shoulders trying to push my pelvis forward as he drove himself deep inside my pussy. I tried to meet every thrust but the position relied on me being tight against the wall so all I could do was enjoy the moment as he fucked me hard against the bathroom wall. I could see the exertion build on his face and knew that he was close to orgasm. I clung on to him as with one final push he came, firing his seed deep inside me. Looking exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, he maintained the position as he tried to catch his breath before gingerly lowering me back on to the ground. Happily spent for the moment he led me to the bath. Holding his hand, I stepped into the fragrant, bubbly water. As it wasn't too hot I was able to sit down without hesitation and then Johnny slipped in behind me with his legs straddling my body. I leant back against his chest, enjoying the sensations of the warm water lapping over my body. The petals mingled with the bubbles; as we lay chatting I could smell the mixed aromas of rose and freesia drifting upwards from the bath water as we relaxed together in its soothing heat. As we talked, Johnny washed me, sliding the soap over my back and shoulders. Soon his hands moved to my front, sliding the soap over the curves of my body. Allowing the bar to drop into the water he continued to work the lather into my skin, paying particular attention to my bust, ensuring that each breast was thoroughly soaped up and rinsed off. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands massaging me, his fingers rubbing my nipples and the bubbles sliding all over my breasts. Soon his hands started to travel lower. I realised he had retrieved the soap when I felt him rub it against my pubic mound, using it to turn my brown hair white with the soapy suds. He let the soap fall again but this time it slid between my legs where it glided down, caressing my lower lips as it made its way back into the bath. Johnny then cupped some water with his hand and poured it over my foam covered hair turning it brown once more. I could feel his fingers starting to edge their way downwards, stroking down past my tummy button and then lower still, stretching further so they reached between my folds and no more. Nevertheless, the tip of his finger was able to find the hood covering my clitoris. Moving his finger back and forth over it made my clit grow hard under his touch and it protruded as if asking for more attention. As he slid his finger over the hardened bud I became more and more aroused. Trying to move my body so that he could reach further between my legs, I lifted my bum from the floor of the bath. As I done so he closed his legs beneath me so that my body was no longer submerged, this enabled him to now sink his finger deeper between my lips and plunge it into my pussy. I gasped as his finger entered me and he curled his finger to hit my g-spot. I could feel his cock press against my buttocks as his other hand squeezed my breast. It was as if I was clamped to his body as he held me there, fingering my moist cunt and massaging my breast. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations that his hands were creating within me. His hand movements were now generating waves within the bath and the warm water ebbed and flowed over my body which added to wonderful impact he was already having. It felt as if nothing else mattered in the world as I lay there, his fingers delving into me and rubbing my now extremely sensitive clit. I could hardly breathe as my entire body tensed and I could feel his now semi-hard cock push against my buttocks. The muscles all around my cunt pulsed and I gave up any control I had as an orgasm ruptured through my system. The release felt great and it was a while before my body was able to relax as wave after wave of heat spread out from my pussy and enveloped me. I realised that my hand was tight over his, which was still buried between my legs and that I must have held it pressed against me as I came. As I let go of his hand he opened his legs and my body settled back down into the bath water once more. Peacefully settled once more, we finished the wine and carried on chatting. I found our conversations flowed so easily. It was as if we had known each other for years and then I realised that we had known each other for years although we had only met once before. The water soon chilled and we decided that we had better get out before we wrinkled into prunes. As I stood up, Johnny grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, hugging me tight as he done so. Lifting a towel for himself he quickly wrapped it round his waist. "Take your time; I'm going to go light the fire. There's a robe on the back of the door you can use." I done as I was told, slowly drying myself with the large fluffy towel. I felt warm and glowing and was not surprised when I checked my reflection in the mirror and found I was quite rosy cheeked and that my pupils were dilated, which made my eyes look bigger than normal. I tried to drag my fingers through my hair in an attempt to untangle the damp ends but to no avail. The disheveled hair, large eyes and flushed complexion gave me the look of a gypsy. Randomly I wondered what a fortune teller would foresee in my future. Contentment? Picking up both wine glasses, I left the bathroom and wandered back through to the living room where Johnny already had the fire going. The orange and yellow flames were high as they danced in the grate trying to burn the large piece of wood that had been stacked in the fireplace. I filled the glasses and joined Johnny on the well worn rug in front of the hearth. "Shouldn't this be a thick sheepskin rug?" I queried as I passed him the glass. "Damn, I knew I would forget something. I shall just have to make it up to you some other way," he smiled in return. "You've already done enough. If anything, it's me that has to make things up to you. Mind you, I don't know if I can compete with this cottage." As we sat in the heat of the fire I started to massage his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his skin under my touch. Johnny stretched his neck catlike, obviously enjoying the feel of my fingers kneading away at his muscles. "Can I lie down?" he asked mid stretch. "Of course but there is something I really want to try afterwards, if you don't mind." "Me, mind? Of course not. You can try anything you want to" As he answered, he rolled over and lay face down on the rug. To begin with I leant over his body and continued to massage his back but it felt awkward so I clambered on to him, sitting astride his bum. As I leant forward I could feel my bare pussy rub against the towel which covered Johnny's buttocks. The sensation was not an unpleasant one and I found myself grinding more and more on to his ass cheeks as my hands roamed over his back. After a while I realised that my gyrating massage was making Johnny more and more uncomfortable. "Do you need to turn over?" "That's maybe not a bad idea. I have something pressing I need to attend to," he laughed as he tried to turn over beneath me. I could see that his towel was tenting and decided it was time for me to take control. I jumped off and made my way to the dinning table and pulled out one of the chairs that were tucked underneath it. "Have a seat please," I instructed. "Madam will be with you in a moment." I said in a fake posh voice before quickly nipping back into the bathroom. When I returned I was still in my robe but now wearing my black high heels again. Johnny was already sitting in the chair and I could not help but notice that the bulge under his towel had grown. "You may want to lose the towel." I suggested. Johnny obliged by tugging it apart and allowed it to drop down either side of the chair so that he was still sitting on it. "Every time we talk online I imagine you sitting exactly like that; naked on a chair in front of your keyboard." I knelt down on the floor in front of him and took his solid erection in my hand. Gently I pulled his foreskin back and allowed the swollen head of his cock to emerge fully. My fingers ran up and down its length, pressing in the veins and then moving upwards so they could slide over the top. My fingertip encircled the rim of his cock, delicately tickling the underside. I then took him more firmly in my grasp and started to stroke his length up and down. Johnny leant back in the chair obviously enjoying the feelings my hands were creating in his loins. I bent forward, slowly parting my lips and took the enlarged head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue copied the same patterns as my fingertips, licking all around the helmet before flicking over the top of it. I could hear Johnny's sighs as I sucked and licked him. I then pushed my lips all the way up his shaft until I could take him no further into my mouth. I then pulled back, dragging my lips along him. I worked on, caressing, stroking and kissing him until his cock was shining with pre-cum and saliva. Hearing the effect I was having spurred me on and I took his entire length into my mouth once more and sucked it hard all the way as I withdrew. Holding the girth of his cock tightly between my lips, my hand roamed up over his torso, sweeping upwards over his stomach until I reached his nipple, which I rubbed and squeezed until it stood to attention. As my hand returned to Johnny's lap I sat up, making eye contact with the handsome man in front of me. I could feel my lips tingle with their exertions and knew they would be plump and naturally red as I smiled up at him. Adulterated Pleasure (The Cottage) "When I think of you on that chair in front of your keyboard, what I really want to do is to join you on it." As I spoke, I stood up and slipped out of my robe. Facing my lover I leant forward and kissed him, as our lips met I sat astride him. With the help of my heels, my feet just touched the floor as I positioned myself on to his lap. We sat on the chair exploring each others mouths, his fully erect cock pressing against my stomach once more and I knew I wanted him inside me. To achieve my goal, I straightened my legs and guided the head of his cock to my already wet pussy. I could feel my thigh muscles tighten as I slowly lowered myself on to him. It felt so good feeling every inch of him penetrate me. His hands fastened around my buttocks and gripped my ass cheeks. Without moving, I tensed my pelvic floor muscles and used them to hold him tight inside me. I then relaxed them before squeezing again. Johnny kissed my shoulder and I could feel his teeth graze along the skin. My head leant to the side as he continued to pepper my neck with kisses. With little movements I started to rock on his lap. Not big powerful thrusts but tiny sways; my pelvis tilting forward and back as my insides hugged his shaft. I had thought about this moment for what felt like an eternity and I relished the feeling of his hard cock deep inside me. My eyes closed and I focused on all the sensations rippling through my body. I kept rocking back and forth my nipples caressing his chest occasionally. I could feel my ass cheeks being pulled apart slightly as Johnny's hands gripped me buttocks more firmly. I started to move a bit more, using my thighs to power myself slowly up and down. As I sat up, his cock slowly emerged glistening from my pussy lips before I allowed it to disappear once more into the hot, wet cavern of my womanhood. I could see my unhurried movements were causing Johnny some consternation as I continued to impale myself on to him. My hands pushed against his chest, squeezing his nipples and rubbing his firm pecs as my thigh muscles continued to propel me up and down. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter every time I dropped down on to him and I knew my juices would be running over his balls. My thighs ached and my calves began to scream as I really started to bounce up and down on his lap. Johnny's fingers were now deliberately pulling my bum cheeks apart and I could feel one of them push against the brown rose of my ass. I loved it as his finger squirmed its way inside me and it pushed me on to fuck him even harder. His other hand sought out my breast and grabbed on to my tit squeezing it forcefully; I felt the pain of it between my legs and my pussy started to pulse. I could hardly breathe as I drove myself on; striving towards what I knew was going to be an amazing orgasm. Suddenly everything tensed and I let out an involuntary scream. I felt as if someone had flicked a tap on inside my body as my red hot lips became awash. My sensitive pussy throbbed and all I wanted to do was to stop and allow my body to relax but Johnny had other ideas as he grabbed my hips and started to thrust up into me, yanking my body up and down on his cock. The continued stimulation was unexpected and seemed to take me to another level. A sweat prickled all over my body and I felt I was in danger of passing out as Johnny continued to power into my now sopping cunt. I felt as if something was going to burst inside me as the fucking continued. Cupping my buttocks, Johnny lifted me up and without withdrawing, laid me backwards on to the oak dinning table. I sat up on my elbows so I could watch as he powered into me, driving his cock further into my cunt. I lifted my legs to try and find some purchase on the table and he grabbed on to them, looping his arms under them lifting my buttocks off the table and pulling me closer into him as he pounded into me. The new angle caused another ripple of pleasure to flow through my body causing an expected shudder and tensing between my legs. As if in response, with one powerful, final thrust Johnny exploded into me. For a couple of seconds we were both motionless, caught in the moment, our breathing erratic. We were speechless but the smiles on our faces said it all. Johnny helped me from the table and thoughtfully passed me his towel. Together we fell on to the couch satisfied for the time being. The flames were still dancing in the grate and they gave off the only light in the room now as blissfully we watched their performance. Sitting there, I wondered how long this could go on for. I felt as if I was in some sort of wonderful bubble that could pop at any minute. He made me feel like no man had ever made me feel before. There was a part of me wished that I hadn't met him, never made the journey to experience him in the flesh but I had and what's more, I had met him twice. It was more than a one off. I couldn't explain it away as a besotted lust fuelled mistake, now it had become a fully fledged affair and something I really didn't want to stop. I knew it couldn't be a regular thing as our busy lives wouldn't allow but I did know I wanted more. However, those thoughts were for another time because the important thing was that I had him for the rest of the night to enjoy and I was going to make the most of it. Adulterated Pleasure Post-coitally, we lay on the bed in each other's arms still glowing from our frantic love making. I felt oddly at ease and comfortable with the relative stranger that was now stroking my arm. His eyes had closed over but his gentle caresses continued as he rested, almost dozing. I watched him as his breathing slowed and began to normalise. My own heart still pounded, not with the exertion but with the certain knowledge that what I had just done could never ever be undone. I had been unfaithful. I had known all along that I would be but now it was fait accompli it felt different. Bizarrely, there was no feeling of guilt instead there was a deep fulfilment. An itch that had been scratched, a thirst that had been slaked, a hunger satisfied but ultimately, a desire for more awakened. As we lay, we chatted contentedly. This man who knew me so well already but yet did not know me at all started to become acquainted with the real me, the women behind the keyboard, the person that pushed his buttons when he was alone. In return, I found out more about the man who occupied my thoughts when I wanted my life to be a little less ordinary, my mind's escape when everyday tasks became mundane. Eventually, feeling motivated to make a move; I extracted myself from his hold and wandered to the bathroom to retrieve a small bottle of oil I had deliberately brought along. As I returned to the bed naked, I asked him to roll over, which he done without question, resting his head on his arms. Straddling him, I sat on his buttocks and leant forward to kiss the nape of his neck. I heard him give a cat-like murmur as my lips trailed themselves along his skin and my nipples brushed against his back. As I pulled myself upright I drew my tongue down his spine and then blew on the slight dampness I had caused. "Hey you, that was chilly," Johnny exclaimed in mock indignation. I giggled naughtily in response, "Don't worry, I have every intention of having you warmed up in no time at all." "Mmm, now that I can live with." I drizzled oil over his shoulders and down his back before beginning to slowly rub it into his muscles. "I'll give you an hour to stop that," Johnny sighed as my hands swept in circular motions over his shoulders, occasionally kneading and smoothing away any knots that they found. My strong fingers worked the oil into his skin, my nails creating swirling patterns for my palms to wipe away, producing a new canvass for me to draw on. I took great pleasure in sitting there massaging the well toned man beneath me, gently getting to know every contour of his back. However, he had other ideas as he turned round, twisting his torso so that I was now sitting on his upper thighs. I waved the oil bottle in front of him, "It's extra for both sides, you know?" I said jokingly. "It's not more oil I want, it's more of you," he replied, pulling me down on to him so he could kiss me. His kisses this time were gentler, lacking the urgency they had contained earlier. His lips seemed softer, his touch more loving. His arms wrapped themselves around me holding me tight. It felt so good to be held so close and I relaxed into him, enjoying the feel of my bare skin against his, my breasts crushed against his chest. His hand drifted through my long brown hair, combing the strands with his fingers as his mouth left mine. Holding my head tenderly, he turned it so that he could kiss along my jaw line; his lips cool against my cheek as they skimmed slowly along until he was nibbling on my earlobe, his breath lightly tickling my ear sending shivers down my spine. I stretched my neck, basking in the warmth that coursed through my body. "Oh that feels good," I purred, moving slightly so that my body sat at an angle to his. He took the opportunity to fondle my now reachable breast, cupping and squeezing it before focusing on the nipple and pinching it. I pushed myself back and allowed both breasts to swing free. He did not need any other hint, quickly taking them both in hand and pushing them together and rubbing each nipple with his thumbs. I went up on to my knees and crawled forward before lowering my bust into his face so that he could take a nipple between his lips. As he sucked and licked, I reached down between my legs until I had his semi-hard cock in my hand, which I started to bring to life again, gently stroking his member until I could feel it grow under my touch. Whilst he occupied himself burying his face in my bosom, my fingertips stretched as far down his shaft as they could reach before sliding smoothly upward meeting the distinct rim of his now hardened cock. I let them play and dance around the crease, slipping easily over the top and teasing some more before pushing their way downward again, allowing the top of his helmet to press against my soft palm. I knew I wanted him inside me once more and I was not alone with that feeling. Releasing his now rock-hard erection, I moved my hand so that I could rub between my own legs, ensuring I was ready to take him once more. I could not resist quickly massaging my clit, feeling how hard and swollen it was, my finger rubbing between my plump and fleshy lips. Creating a v-shape with my fingers I splayed my lips and sat back, deliberately impaling myself on his rigid manhood, allowing his cock to rub against my fingers as I lowered myself on to him. He relaxed back on to the bed watching me as I felt ever millimetre of him entering me, relishing the sensation of his cock gradually filling me. I sat unmoving atop him, taking a moment to memorise the feeling, clenching my pelvic floor muscles to hold him tightly in place. In that instance everything felt right. A random thought floated through my mind and I wondered briefly to myself how something that felt so wonderful could be so wrong but the notion was fleeting and dismissed without a second thought. I leant back, twisting slightly so that I could reach beneath my bum and hold his balls, which felt hot and tight in my hand. As I bent backwards I could feel his cock inside me push against my inner walls and lying my other hand flat on my abdomen I pressed hard against it so I could feel him deep inside me. Johnny gave me a mischievous grin, "I've pictured you like this so often, sitting astride me with your tits bouncing as you ride me." His hands were behind his head now and he looked as if he could have been sunbathing he looked that relaxed. I returned his smile. "I've thought about it too but to be honest I never really thought we would actually do it. Saying that, I'm happy we've eventually got it together." As I spoke I started to rock. Small movements, which appeared insignificant but internally, were highly arousing. Back and forward. Hardly stirring but yet, still creating intense feelings within. Forward and back. I revelled in the moment; the fantasy I had dreamt about for so long was now real. I had my dream man under me and deep inside me. Knowing I wanted to take it slow, I decided to change tack and started to gently bounce up and down. My thighs were doing all the work as I sat up and then let myself go, each time getting a little higher before lowering myself once more. I could see that Johnny was looking intently between my legs, drinking in the view of his cock disappearing between my lips only to be revealed again, shiny with my wetness. I closed my eyes and started to put more energy into my movements, my thighs gripping more tightly around his hips. Although I could feel him inside me, I wanted some pressure against the rest of my pubic mound and leant forward putting my hands on his chest so I could grind myself against him. As a result, I managed to create the perfect angle to stimulate my clitoris and was able to push back down on to him, crushing my pussy against his pelvis with every backward thrust. My breasts were now swinging freely so I lowered my body slightly so that as I propelled myself forward my nipples skimmed his chest. It was an ideal position and hit all the right spots so it was not long before I could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm starting to build; my pussy pulsing, my now hypersensitive clit aching and a multitude of sensations collecting intensely between my legs. Lost in my own little world of ecstasy I rode him, speeding up as my juices really started to flow. Startled out of my reverie, I was surprised to feel Johnny take a hold of my hips and start to thrust upwards into me. He gripped me with some force and drove himself repeatedly into me, slamming upwards, forcing his cock deeper, his balls slapping as he done so. The pounding reverberated through my body sending shockwaves all the way to my nerve endings. I felt jangly and out of control as I tried to keep my own movements going but at the same time wanting to give myself over to Johnny's rhythm. My body no longer felt like it was my own as it quaked and shook, my muscles involuntarily contracting around his cock. My entire body tensed and I could no longer breathe as I felt myself spasm powerfully and still he drove his cock into me. I knew I had gushed all over him and that my creamy fluids would be running in rivulets down his length and coating his balls. I felt like a rag doll held firmly in place as Johnny continued to fuck me hard, his stamina showing as he powered into me. I held on to his hands and pushed down against him. My pussy felt awash as his unrelenting cock rammed into me. I was not used to his staying power so this was literally a breathtaking experience for me. Johnny then amazed me by sitting up and pushing me backwards, my legs automatically folding beneath me. He was now on his knees, buried deep inside me and taking control, thrusting harder than he had previously. I straightened out my legs which enabled Johnny to lift them higher, taking them onto his shoulders so that my legs were closer together causing my pussy to be even tighter for his cock to push into, the position allowing him to get further into my hot, dripping cunt. I did not think it was possible for me to get any wetter as his shaft continued to pump into me but I was wrong. I felt like I was on the most exhilarating ride in the fair ground and the notion of someone shouting "Scream if you want to go faster," got into my mind. I knew I would wake the dead if I did scream so bit down instead, gritting my teeth as the feelings continued to well up within me. "I'm going to come" Johnny gasped all of a sudden, hastily pulling himself from me. I could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to control himself. I quickly sat up, positioning my breasts as a willing receptacle in front of his rampant hard on. I knew he was ready to explode and I did not want to miss the moment. I watched eagerly as he kept pumping his cock until he came. I loved it as he milked himself over my tits, his white hot sperm shooting over my cleavage, marking my body like a dog scenting its territory. In that moment, I was more than happy to be this man's property. I wanted to be owned. Depleted, Johnny collapsed down on to the bed, shattered after his recent exertions. "Oh man that was good," he exclaimed breathlessly as I lay back with him on the mattress. "It was okay for a second attempt," I joked. "Just think by breakfast we should have practised just enough to be perfect." I winked slyly at him.