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An Affair Begins

By: PapaEd4u



Author's note: this is pure fantasy; it never happened. Both the characters are subjects (or victims, LOL) of my imagination. 

Karen and I had met on line and had been exchanging emails for some time now. While we hadn't even chatted, let alone met or talked on the phone, we were becoming friends. We were both married and heading into uncharted waters, but she expressed such warmth and tenderness, that I felt very comfortable communicating with her. Our marriages were in a rut and neither of our spouses was willing to acknowledge that the spark had faded, let alone do anything about it. The prospect of an extramarital affair was exciting to us both. Although neither of us wanted to end our respective marriages, we each needed to fill the sexual voids in our lives. 

After exchanging emails for a while, we decided to take a big step and meet for a simple, no-strings lunch. As I was driving to our "date," my nerves were in turmoil. I thought, "What if there is no chemistry? I haven't even heard this woman's voice. What if she thinks I'm a jerk?" Then I thought back to those things I had learned about her from the emails. She had expressed herself as a warm, loving and sensual woman. I started to relax, realizing that even if there weren't any chemistry, lunch would be fun and the friendship would continue. 

When we met at the restaurant, I was taken aback by her loveliness. Like many people, she was a bit heavier than she probably wanted to be, but she carried it well. She was dressed in business attire, her make-up was impeccable, her eyes were radiant and her smile was stunning. Instantly, I was nervous all over again. "What does this beautiful creature think of me?" I thought. But my apprehension quickly faded when she took my hand, lightly shook it and said, "Ed, it's so nice to finally meet you." I was so relieved; everything was going to be all right. Even if the relationship never went any further than this lunch, I was confident it would be a fun lunch. And it was. We laughed and talked about family, work, our childhoods and more. This woman captivated me, with her voice, her mannerisms and her laugh. In no time at all the hour was over and we had to leave. 

As we walked to our cars, I wondered if I should attempt to kiss her or not. Those lips had been tantalizing me all throughout lunch. In the end though, discretion won out. Neither of us could afford any public displays of affection. Besides, I knew that one kiss would never be enough and I still didn't know how she felt. We shook hands and parted, agreeing to continue our correspondence by email.

Our online communication continued, but now it meant even more to me. In one note I sent her, I mentioned how tempted I was to kiss her in the parking lot after lunch. She replied, "I wish you would have. I wanted you to." Upon reading this, I got up from my desk, went over to the door to my office and started banging my head against it. Three words kept going through my mind; 'coulda, shoulda and woulda'. I thought, "I could've kissed her. I should've kissed her. She would've liked me kissing her." When I was finished banging my head against the door, I went back to my computer and read the rest of her note. She was suggesting another lunch and said, "This time leave the afternoon open so that we can spend more time together." Did she mean what I hoped she meant? Maybe not, we could easily spend the entire afternoon just sitting and talking and laughing. That prospect was enticing as well, so I quickly replied, "Just say when and where."

As I drove to our next lunch date, I wondered what the day would hold. I wasn't nervous this time. Even if things went no further than last time, I was certain it would be a good afternoon. When I saw her in the restaurant foyer, I couldn't help but notice that she looked even better than the last time. When we greeted each other and shook hands, Karen said, "I'm not really hungry. Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?" 

"Sounds good to me. You lead and I'll follow," was my reply.

As I was following her, I was curious as to what she had in mind. I didn't have to wonder for long. She pulled into the parking lot of an out-of-the-way, cheap, little motel. I silently said, "Thank you Jesus, thank you." I parked the car, jumped out and hustled over to the office and got a room. As I was returning to my car, she was giggling at me, apparently enjoying my enthusiasm. I motioned for her to follow me and we drove around back to the entrance to our room. I had a bottle of wine in my car, 'just in case,' and brought it with me to the room. When we entered, we were both a little nervous at what we were about to do. 

We sat on the sofa, enjoyed a bit of wine and laughed and talked for I don't know how long. Then there was a lull in the conversation and our eyes met. We both instinctively came together for a kiss. It was a soft and closed mouth kiss at first. I sucked the edge of her bottom lip in between my lips and gently nibbled on it, and then we were kissing some more. Slowly I started to kiss her face, from the corner of her mouth, along her cheek to the little spot behind her ear and then back to her mouth again. Our kisses were becoming more passionate and suddenly, our mouths opened and our tongues met. My hands were massaging her sides, shoulders and back. We were both carrying on like two teenagers in the backseat of Dad's Chevy. Time seemed to standstill as we enjoyed each other's taste. I leaned back momentarily and gazed at her. Her mouth was slightly open with a seductive smile and her eyes were somewhat glazed over. I could see the fire smoldering in her as I gently started to rub her tummy. Then we were at it again, kissing each other's lips and cheeks. 

Eventually I slid my lips down under her chin and started kissing her there. Her breathing became more ragged and her chest seemed to rise and swell. I continued kissing down her neck and brought my hand up along her ribcage until I was rubbing that area just below her breasts. As I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, she instinctively reached up and undid the top few buttons of her blouse and then I kissed and nibbled and sucked my way into that heavenly valley between her breasts. The sides of her breasts were pushing out from the bra and I kissed and nibbled on each. Her breathing was heavy and she started to moan and as she did, I kissed my way back up her chest and neck to her lips. We were in a passionate lip-lock and I moved my hand up and palmed her breast. She groaned and pushed her chest out into my hand. We were kissing each other like crazy again, all over each other's face. Then I leaned back and gazed again into her eyes. She knew what to do and reached up and undid the rest of her blouse and freed her breasts from the bra. 

When I saw them, my eyes bugged out. Those were not porn star tits, but rather big, hanging, natural tits, with thick, dark nipples surrounded by wide areolas. I leaned in and kissed her again, as my hand enveloped her naked tit and I felt the nipple stiffen between my fingers. We were kissing passionately now, hard, wet kisses. Her tit felt wonderful and the nipple seemed to be throbbing. I bent my head down, lightly kissed her nipple and she moaned her approval. 

"Take it into your mouth . . . suck my boob."

I then took her tit into my mouth, as much of it as I could, and gently sucked. My hands were on her back, pressing her chest into my face. Her hands were on my head pulling me to her breast. I slowly pulled my mouth off until only the nipple was between my lips. As I softly sucked and flicked it with my tongue, she shuddered and sighed. 

"Oh yes . . . oh my god yes . . . bite it . . . suck and bite my nipple, pleeeeease."

And I did. I sucked and lightly bit on that turgid hunk of flesh. As I increased the pressure of the sucking and biting, her body started to stiffen. She took a sharp intake of breath and hissed, "ohhhhhhh . . . that's soooo gooood . . . aaaahhhhhh."

She shook for a few moments and then her body relaxed. I thought to myself, "Did she just orgasm from having her nipple sucked?" Talk about responsive; this was one hot woman. 

I released her nipple and then we were kissing again. We were both rubbing each other's bodies and groaning in pleasure. I had to taste more of her. I kissed my way down her neck, her chest and her tummy as I slid to my knees. She knew what was coming and instinctively parted her legs. I slid her skirt up and started kissing the insides of her thighs. She was wearing pantyhose, but that didn't matter; I could taste her thighs through the hose. My hands were rubbing and feeling the curves along her hips, tummy and sides of her breasts as I worked my way towards her center. I placed my mouth over her panty-covered cunt and sucked. She moaned loudly and rocked her hips up to my face. 

"Oh yes . . . eat me . . . please eat me."

I had to taste more and reached both hands down between her legs, grabbed the pantyhose and savagely ripped them apart. As I moved her panties to the side, the sight of her wet, glistening cunt greeted me. I slowly licked the length of her slit back and forth and started taking her lips into my mouth and sucking on them. She was gasping for air and moaning loudly and pulling my head to her. My hands were roaming all over her body. I licked between her lips and dipped my tongue into her. She gasped and humped my face hard. I slid my tongue up her slit and kissed her hooded clitoris. Suddenly the hood pulled back and her clit appeared. As I took it into my mouth and sucked, she started gyrating and whimpering. 

"That's it . . . that's the spot . . . don't stop."

But I went back to dipping my tongue into her and then running it up her slit and sucking on her clit, back and forth, over and over, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. She clamped her thighs around my head and started screaming profanely, "Oh fuck . . . I'm soooo close . . . make me cum, you bastard . . . make me come."

As she's crying out in pleasure, I brought a hand down and slid my middle finger into her and started massaging the inside of her wonderful pussy. She tensed more and I took my cue and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue and searching for her G-spot with my finger. I found it just as she started to shake and I gently rubbed it. She exploded into orgasm and drenched my fingers and face with her juice. 

"That's it . . . Jesus fucking Christ, that's it . . . ohhhhhhhh."

She tasted divine and I continued sucking and rubbing her until the shaking stopped. As her movements calmed down, she freed my head from the grip of her thighs and hands. After I removed my mouth from her clit, I lay my head on her hips and gently kissed her mound. After a few moments, I sat up and leaned in and kissed her. She could taste herself on me and she loved it. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes and said, "I need you in me and I need it now." 

I stood and helped her to her feet. As we moved to the bed, we were kissing and undressing each other. Once we had shed our clothes, we embraced and reveled in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. She released me, sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to take me into her mouth. I pulled her head back up and kissed her, telling her, "Not now honey. You've got me so worked up that I'm going to cum much too quickly. I need to shoot inside of you while you're cumming." 

We lay upon the bed and began kissing and feeling each other up. I moved to my knees between her legs and bent down to taste her again. As I did she started moaning, "No, no . . . I need you to fuck me." Her language had become totally obscene now. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and told me, "Just fuck me, god dammit just fuck me." 

I rose up, held her hands and started to rub my dick up and down her slit. She was humping madly, trying to get me inside of her. She shouted at me, "Put it in, will you, you bastard . . . oh god please stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me." 

I dipped the head into her and stopped there, basking in the feeling. She was trying to pull me completely into her, but I had other plans. I wanted to bring her to the brink of orgasm and plunge fully into her when the shaking started. I continued alternating between rubbing my length along her slit and dipping the head inside her. She started whimpering, "give it to me . . . fill me up . . . deeper."

It didn't take long before she began to cum. Just as she started shaking, I slammed into her fully and held it there. She jerked her hands from mine and hugged me tightly, digging her nails into my back.

"Ohhh godddd . . . it's so hard . . . sooo deep."

I reached between us and tugged on her nipples. Slowly I slid out of her until just the head remained inside, and then slammed fully back into her. I repeated this several times and each time I pounded into her she screamed and shook. She was crying now, gasping for air and whining, "Ohhh I'mmm cummminnnng . . . I cannnn't stop cuuummminnnng . . . aahhhhh."

Eventually I started pounding her faster and in short order I reached my peak. "Oh shit . . . ohhhhh my god . . . Karennnnn . . . I'm cummmmming." I started shooting and she went ballistic. We were both experiencing mind blowing orgasms. When all the shaking and trembling stopped, we both collapsed in each other's arms. 

As we both relaxed and caught our breath, we started to chuckle at how exhausted we were. She kissed me lightly and said, "that was sooo good . . . so good I thought I was going to pass out. I don't think I ever came so hard for so long. At least if I did, I don't remember it. You were wonderful." 

I told her, "You just bring out the animal in me."

"I guess so," was her reply.

Eventually we were sitting up, sipping wine and laughing and talking again. After a while our eyes met and we started kissing and fondling each other. As my dick started to harden once more, she said, "I don't know if I can take another fucking like that last one. I'm going to have trouble walking as it is."

"Well, it's only 3 o'clock and we both have a couple of hours until we have to be home. I don't know if I can give you another fucking like that last one, but we're gonna find out. Maybe we'll take it slow and leisurely this time. What do you say babe, you wanna saddle up and rock on me for a while?"

As she started to straddle me, she sighed and said, "Oh god, here we go again."

The time passed much too quickly and we both needed to head to our respective homes. As I walked her to her car she began speaking, "I can't believe we did that. I mean, it was wonderful and just what I needed, but I can't believe we actually did it." When we reached her car, I took her face into my hands and gently kissed her. It wasn't a passionate, 'I wanna fuck you again' kind of kiss. It was just a sweet, affectionate kiss. I pulled back and said, "I hope you don't have any regrets, because I'm sure I don't. I can't remember when I've enjoyed such passion and intimacy. I must admit that I'm a bit worried about you. Are you going to be all right?"

She smiled and said, "I'm going to be fine. And no, I don't have any regrets. I just wish my husband wanted me like you do. I do still love him, although I know he's had several affairs. I guess I'm just sad because he doesn't desire me. This is the first time I've strayed from my marriage and I'll have to deal with the guilt, but I'll be all right. I just need some time to reflect on what we've done."

I replied, "Like I said I have no regrets. This was my first time outside of the marriage too, but the difference is that my marriage is dead and won't be revived. I would never do anything to hurt or embarrass my wife, I just don't want to be with her and she wants nothing to do with me. We'll keep up the façade until the kids leave home. Don't get me wrong, I love her because she's the mother of my kids and I wish her well. I readily accept half the responsibility for the state of our marriage, but I'm though beating myself up over it. I just need to get on with life."

"Where do we go from here?"

I chuckled and said, "I don't know. All this talking and thinking about our failed marriages is giving me a headache. Let's give ourselves time to absorb what we just did and talk later. Okay?"

She just smiled, gave me a peck on the lips and said, "Sounds like a plan to me."

Then we both left for our homes.

An Affair Begins



A chance meeting creates an attraction for two people who mutually feel a need to see more of each other. An affair can start as simply as that. This tale is moderately long but necessary to reveal the way in which their emotions develop. 

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Chapter One 

I had slipped away from the office an hour early, so at 5 o'clock, instead of just starting the long commute home, I had driven into the car park of our local supermarket and parked my basic Ford sedan alongside a snazzy little Mercedes Cabriolet. Are Merc's ever little? This one had a soft top so it was obviously a convertible model ... in a metallic powder blue colour, the top in red was closed, probably for security in an open car park such as this. I paused for a moment to admire it, picturing 46-year-old me driving it out on an open road with the top down and the wind on my face and blowing my hair to unkempt. 

I surrendered my daydream and darted in to the supermarket to pick up a few items, I had promised my wife I'd cook dinner tonight. She had told me she was going to some fund-raiser late afternoon and didn't expect to be home until 6.30. I began pushing a trolley down the aisles, thinking to myself how out of practice I am at this sort of thing. Years ago, with a young family, Jenny and I would do our weekly shopping together as a family thing. But through the years, I was earning good money and my wife didn't need to work, so she used her idle time while the kids were at school to do the weekly shop. 

When the kids grew up and left school, my wife went back to work, but only three days a week so she still retained the shopping chore, much to my delight. But here I was on this rare occasion, picking up a few items that I needed to put in the masterpiece that I would cook and call dinner tonight. 

I guessed that I had just about all the basics that I needed and I pointed the trolley in the direction of the check-outs, my chosen route conveniently taking me by the bakery aisle where all sorts of sweet temptations awaited me. I tried to be strong and steer a steady course right by until a good looking chocolate mud cake sort of leaned forward on the shelf and said 'take me home.' It was the only one there and I had actually walked past it while my mind computed the Looks good enough to eat / you don't need it argument in my head. 

I stopped the trolley abruptly when my salivating mouth overruled any logic in my brain, and turned back to claim the last mud cake on the shelf. But as my hand reached out to grasp the clear plastic container bearing the cake that I really didn't need, another hand - a paler, fairer, softer one - somehow beat me to it and my hand landed only on the back of that delicate hand that now grasped my mud cake. 

"Oh sorry!" I said as I realised that I was holding the back of the hand of a stranger. I continued to hold on even as I turned my head to look closely at the person who had just beaten me to the tasty morsel. She was shorter than me - about 5-5 - I am just over 6 feet - and I needed to look down to see a stunning looking brunette that was well worthy of my lingering glance. 

"Oh dear, looks like I've claimed the last one, sorry!" 

"That's ok, I didn't need it anyway, I was only going to indulge myself in something sweet," I conceded possession to this very attractive young woman so why was I still grasping the back of the hand that held the cake? 

"May I?" she was forced to ask awkwardly, her head nodding toward the container in her firm grasp. 

"Oh yes ... err, sorry!" I stammered when I realised that my silent admiration for the beauty of this woman had addled my brain to the point that I hadn't even realised I was still holding onto her hand. Reluctantly, I let go. 

"They make the best mud cakes here, not bad for a large supermarket chain, even better than that little privately-owned bakery down the road." 

"You sound like an expert," I suggested. 

"Where these cakes are concerned, I consider I am. Sorry I beat you to it. I saw there was only one left as I approached and you looked to have gone past, so I reached out to grab it, never thinking you would turn back." 

"It took me that long to fight off my conscience telling me I didn't need it," and as supporting evidence, I patted my hand on my stomach. 

"What are you saying, you're not carrying any excess weight, you look good." 

Wow, did this gorgeous young woman just praise my rapidly approaching-50 body? 

"You're too kind, but at best, I am borderline. That cake you are now holding could have pushed me over the top," then I quickly sensed that I should be gallant and reciprocate the praise. "You might enjoy these mud cakes, but you can't have eaten too many of these, you are trim, taut and terrific." 

Oh hell, was that a bit over the top? I realised it was when I saw the surprised look on her face. But then she graciously accepted my compliment, "Well thank you, I don't get that every day, can I pass on your endorsement to my husband?" 

"With my pleasure, you are an extremely attractive woman, I hope he appreciates that." 

Now she was beginning to look embarrassed so I decided that it might be time to beat a hasty exit, having conceded ownership of the last mud cake to this young woman. "Anyway, I hope you and your husband enjoy the cake. Think of me when you eat the last piece." 

Why did I say that? Goodness me, what was going in my head? I gave her my best smile and steered my trolley around the attractive young woman, heading directly to the check-outs. 

At five in the afternoon, the queues were quite long so with a degree of trepidation, I decided I would attempt the new self-serve section where the customer gets to scan all his own items. 'How hard can this be?' I thought, 'I do have an I.T. type mind in the office.' 

I navigated my way through scanning my items, inserted the bank notes but, for the life of me, I couldn't see where the change would come out. As I bent forward to search for my cash, I heard a lilting feminine voice directly behind me, "You'll find it down there." It was the beautiful brunette again, passing by just at that moment, conceding though, "they sure do put it in an awkward spot." 

"Oh thanks," I told her with my best smile but she didn't stop this time, just kept walking with the last mud cake out of the store. I collected my change from the hard to find tray, then pushed my trolley across the car park to actually find the spot where I had parked. I was loading the bags into the back when I felt someone standing close beside me. 

I turned around to see the stunning brunette yet again, "What are the odds of this, we're parked alongside each other." 

I studied her better now, out here in the afternoon sunlight. She was indeed a captivating looking woman, her hair short nut brown, nearly black with rounded edges, only to her ears on the sides, the back of her neck clear but full in front covering her forehead to just above her eyebrows. She was dressed smartly, a tailored two piece suit - skirt and jacket dark brown with a crisp yellow blouse that didn't flaunt what looked to be an ample bust beneath. Her figure was indeed hourglass. 

"Is it fate?" I asked before I could seriously think of a better response. 

"Err, oh I don't know about fate, just a coincidence I think." 

She was now holding a bottle of wine along with the cake. "Some kind of celebration tonight?" I asked nosily 

"Err ... oh yes, it is! Our tenth wedding anniversary." 

"Really, that's great, congratulations," then looking down to check that she still only carried the two items, I added, "Cake and wine, sounds like a great celebration." 

She laughed, I liked the way her face shone and the delightful giggle in her voice, "Ha ha, not just cake and wine. My husband is taking me out for dinner, it's a small unlicensed restaurant so we're taking our own wine. If we can survive the evening without one of our usual arguments breaking out, then the cake - with some cream and ice cream - is dessert for when we get home." 

"Oh, I hope an argument doesn't spoil your plans." 

"We'll see, maybe he'll be on his best behaviour tonight. Enjoy whatever you're doing." 

"Oh ... err, yes, I'm cooking dinner tonight, my wife's been out at some fund-raiser this afternoon." 

I silently admonished myself for imparting too much detail. 'She doesn't want to hear all that,' I thought, 'she's only making small talk with me.' 

"I hope it goes well, nice meeting you," she told me as she slid behind the wheel of the expensive looking powder blue Merc. 

"Yes, you too," I called after her, quickly moving around to the driver's door of my car before pausing to peer in her passenger side window, admiring (if leching was a word it may have been more appropriate) the huge expanse of bare legs revealed when her skirt rode up high on her thighs as she dropped into the bucket seat. "Nice car," I added, trying to make it appear as if I was checking out the fine lines of her car - not her body's fine lines - as I saw that she had caught me ogling those bare long legs. 

"Thanks!" she called back before the engine roared into life and I couldn't hear anything else that she may have uttered, like 'You filthy old perv!' or something similarly appropriate. 

I stood watching as she reversed from the parking spot and she gave me that wonderful broad smile and waved as she drove away, leaving me to reflect on what a beautiful woman she was and how I would never see her again. 

Chapter Two 

Alright, call me a stupid 46-year-old fool, but I found an excuse to be at the supermarket again exactly at 5 o'clock one week later. I pushed that damn trolley up and down those aisles until nearly six. It was a long shot. Here was me assuming that she might be a creature of habit, always shopping at the same time each week while ignoring the fact that she said she had just ducked in for the mud cake because that day had been her anniversary. I wondered how it went, had she and her husband argued that night? 

When I eventually concede that I wasn't about to bump into her at the supermarket this day and just when I feared that the management may be ready to call the cops to complain about the shopping stalker roaming their aisles with an empty trolley, I gave up, grabbed one of the two remaining mud cakes and went home to my wife. 

That night, I realised that I needed to sit down quietly and reflect on what drove me to waste an hour of my valuable time that afternoon in the vain hope that I might again bump into that attractive young woman. Yes, she was beautiful, gorgeous, a knock out, all of the above, but I wasn't available and by the sound of her having a ten-year wedding anniversary last week, most likely she wasn't either. Plus, whatever fantasies I might have, I would definitely be batting out of my league. She surely couldn't be more than mid thirties. Whatever, that made her at least ten years younger than me. What was getting into my head? Of course, I had become besotted with how attractive she was first and foremost! And then how friendly, but was that specifically for me, or was she just that sort of outgoing person? Was I influenced by her mentioning that her husband and she had regular arguments, did I read something into that, like she might be trying to give me a sign? 

Then again, why was I even thinking like this when I was still happily married to Jenny ... 22 years now? We'd done a pretty good job raising a close-knit family, our kids still loved and respected us despite them having almost completed their teenage years. Sure, Jennifer and I were not quite as romantic and intimate as we had been in those early years. We both seemed to have our own separate interests these days. She claimed I worked too hard, I reckoned that she was a bit too social, always getting onto some new committee. But we still managed to end up rumbling around in bed together for compatible and adequate sex at least once a week. Oh okay, maybe more like once a fortnight ... but we still did it, right! 

My thoughts seemed to be filled with the image of the beautiful young stranger for much of the past week, but I came to the conclusion that I best move on. There was no point in indulging in some kind of dreamland, imagining that she had been sent to me to engage me in a wild and uninhibited affair. 

Two weeks after meeting the gorgeous brunette at the supermarket, I was driving home one evening. It was only about 6.30, still nearly an hour before sunset. Staring at the two-lane road ahead of me, I suddenly noticed a powder blue Merc approaching ... could it be hers, would there be another car so unique in this neighbourhood? Sitting up straighter in my seat, my eyes scanned ahead to check the registration plate before making a fool of myself. 

Yes, that was the number, I flashed my lights at her and waved my arm out the window as her car passed by me. It was her driving, that was for sure ... but nothing, no recognition at all. What was worse was that there was a guy sitting in the passenger seat alongside her. I presumed that would be the argumentative husband. Was he by now giving her a bad time, asking who was that moron trying to get your attention? 

Another two weeks would go by, four weeks now since my fun supermarket encounter. My wife persuaded me to give up my regular Saturday spot on the lounge watching TV sport - just for one week - to accompany her to a fete at the local school where our kids had once attended. Now I went along to every annual school fete for all the years that the kids attended and I figured that I had more than done my duty. But in response to my wife's request - or was it a demand, hard to tell the difference sometimes - here I was again. Why was I here? I hated shopping ... my wife had drifted off to search for bargains and left me to wander alone from stall to stall. 

I found myself most appropriately at a cake stall, my gaze alternating between scanning the large range of home-made efforts and admiring the two attractive 30-something school mums whose volunteering task it was to sell them to the masses. In the midst of checking out the young mums, I was startled to hear a lilting feminine voice directly behind me, addressing me, "I don't suppose they've got a spare mud cake?" 

I spun around, instantly recognising her voice despite having only heard it once, four weeks ago. I am sure my face lit up at seeing the beautiful young brunette once more, "Hello, hey isn't this a coincidence?" 

"Oh!" she made a look of disappointment, "only a coincidence now ... last time you called it fate. Couldn't it be fate again, particularly at a fete?" 

I laughed appropriately at her pun, "Hey, could be! How are you anyway, how did the anniversary dinner go?" 

"Oh that, I don't want to think about it ... as I had half expected, my husband managed to find a reason to argue over something stupid. I don't know why I bother." 

"Oh no, I hope you still got to eat my mud cake with the cream and ice cream." 

"Your mud cake? Now listen buddy, I beat you to it fair and square," and she punched me lightly and playfully high up on my arm. I loved the familiarity of it, impressed that she felt sufficiently comfortable with me - almost a stranger still - to do that. "Well, I sat up and had some cake and he went to bed angry." 

"Oh my God, what a waste. Is the man a fool? How could he go to bed angry when he had such a beautiful woman to be with?" 

"Aahh, you're so sweet! I would like to think that sometimes people don't realise the value of what they have. I hope your wife does, you seem to be such a nice man." 

How could I answer that? Tell her that my wife adores me or suggest that she could care less when actually the truth lay somewhere in the middle. I settled for an attempt at humour, "She should appreciate me, I tell her all the time how valuable I am to her." 

The beautiful young woman, whose name I still didn't know, threw her head back and laughed uproariously, "So you have to constantly sell yourself to your own wife ... what a hoot?" 

"Yes, why not? You know, I was just thinking, I don't even know your name." 

I just managed to get that out, hoping I'd at last find out, when I heard a much more familiar voice right behind me, "Oh there you are John, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you?" 

Caught! I felt a moment of guilt to be here chatting up this beautiful young woman as my wife came up behind me. Did she overhear what I said to the beautiful stranger? Had she been there long enough to see the stranger playfully punch me on the arm? I stammered nervously, "Oh ... err ... hi Jenny, I haven't wandered far, I figured you'd see me around here ... and you did." 

My wife looked my new friend up and down, asking in a patronising tone, "Err ... hello, do we know you?" 

Before the lovely mud cake aficionado could respond to my wife's curiosity, I ventured to answer for her, "I just bumped into this young lady, we battled over who got the last mud cake at the supermarket recently." 

"Oh, I think you mentioned something about that at the time. But darling, that was weeks ago, fancy you two recognising each other again." 

The beautiful young woman spoke up at last, "Yes, such a coincidence," fortunately avoiding using the word fate while talking to my wife, "Anyway, I must be going, nice to chat again." 

To my great disappointment, she turned and walked off, disappearing into the fete crowd. I still didn't have her name. My eyes stayed on her departing figure, the wonderful way her curvy arse moved with each step she took away from me. She was wearing tailored shorts, mid-thigh length and a halter top, the bottom of which was tied in a knot beneath her ample bust. I had been able to better assess her breasts in this garment than the demure blouse and suit she wore when we first met. 

My wife was talking, I turned to her and had to concentrate to absorb what she said, "She's a very pretty girl." 

"Yes, I guess she is," I concurred without revealing any of the enthusiasm I felt inside, managing to avoid disclosing how my heart was beating furiously from the excitement of having caught up once more with this beautiful young woman. 

"Anyway, I came looking for you," my wife continued, "because I wanted you to come and see this." 

I could hear her voice and I dutifully followed her like a robot, having no idea what my wife was dragging me along to look at. It turned out to be a purchase of something ghastly to put into our bedroom and she wanted my approval before she went ahead and purchased. 

I was more intent on extricating myself from my wife as soon as possible and running off through the crowds in search of the beautiful young woman once more. That first day, I felt a wonderful chemistry between us and today was no different. I had to know her name or at least give her mine so we might contact each other if either felt the need to meet up again. 

I desperately searched through the crowd but couldn't find her anywhere. I wondered if she had come to the fete with her husband. If she was here solo, then she would most likely have driven unless she lived within walking distance of the school. I shot off to the car park to see if I could find her unique Merc convertible. It didn't take me too long to spot it and I stood beside it wondering what to do next. I could wait here beside it until she tired of the fete and returned to her car. 

But that could take a while and I was sure that Jennifer would be looking for me again very soon, particularly since she found me in the company of a beautiful young woman the first time she left me alone. In desperation that I not let her slip away again without attempting to make some contact, I took one of my business cards out of my wallet. I stood there beside her car, mentally debating where I should put it, or even whether I should leave it. What if her husband was travelling with her today? It could become very embarrassing for her. I didn't want to cause her any grief with a husband she had already described as argumentative. 




An Affair Begins



My eyes scanned the car park, hoping to see her heading this way. No such luck! 'Oh damn it!' I decided, 'I'll take a chance and leave it.' I placed one of my business cards under the driver's side windscreen wiper and left, heading back among the stalls before my wife began wondering what had happened to me. 

I had silently hoped that I might get a call that night, or at least on Sunday. Then I thought, 'maybe she's waiting for Monday to call me at work on my office number.' But Monday came and went without a call from the beautiful young woman ... Tuesday too! I was becoming obsessed with seeing her again, struggling to concentrate on my work and sleepless alongside my wife in bed at night. But if she didn't call me, how could I find her? I even thought about stopping off at the local supermarket on the way home every night. I was like a teenager falling in love yet on what basis ... simply a couple of brief conversations. 

Then late on Wednesday afternoon, I picked up an incoming call on my direct business line, shortly before five, "Hi, John Malone here." 

"Do you like mud cakes John?" I recognised her sultry seductive voice immediately. 

"Oh, I sure do ... hey, it's good to hear your voice. A name would be handy too." 

"Oh yes sure, I'm Michelle." 

"Well, hi Michelle, so you got my card alright." 

"I did and I assumed that it must be from you, particularly when I looked around and saw that none of the other cars had your business card under their wipers. It was a bit of a risky thing to do though, what if my husband had been with me? I would have had some explaining to do." 

"I thought of that at the time. Believe me, I did and I wrestled with whether I should take the chance, knowing how you'd told me that he's an argumentative type. I didn't want to cause you any trouble, but my need to see you again and to find out your name outweighed those risks." 

"So you want to see me again ... why?" 

Her question actually threw me for a moment, I was already infatuated with her beauty and her personality ... and the way she responded to me in our brief conversations, I had assumed that she may have had similar feelings. Not knowing if she would actually call, I hadn't even rehearsed what I would say to her, "Well, I ... err, I ... I can't stop thinking about you. You made a big impression on me." 

"I did, in what way?" 

"Well, you're beautiful, and you're fun, you seem to have a great sense of humour ... beautiful, did I say that?" 

"Yes you did John, twice actually." 

"Well, that's how beautiful you are Michelle ... twice as beautiful as any other woman." 

"Wow, that's an amazing thing to say." 

I took a chance, "I wasn't out looking to meet anybody like you, it just happened and I find that I am very attracted to you, I was hoping you would call me." 

"Oh my God, that's so sweet John, I hadn't expected this, although I must admit that you did ring a few bells in my head. When you left your card on my car and I found it straight away, there in the car park on Saturday ... well, I sat there in my car for a long time, just reflecting, trying to decide how I felt. Was it fate like you had suggested? I thought maybe it could be. One part of me wanted to call you straight away, but the more sensible part of me told me to wait, to think it through." 

"So you've thought it through for a few days and still decided to call?" 

"Yes I did, since you went to such risky lengths to make contact again, I decided that I shouldn't miss the opportunity of hearing what you wanted to say." 

"Michelle, I've never done anything like this, I've been married 22 years and I didn't know I might be unhappy with my marriage until I unexpectedly met you. Now I can't stop thinking about you ... all the time." 

"Oh surely not all the time?" 

"Yes, virtually all the time, you've got into my head." 

"Wow, that's very flattering to know I can have that effect on a man." 

"Oh come on now, don't tell me you wouldn't know that. You're a beautiful woman, you must get hit on ten times a day." 

"Is that what you're doing John, hitting on me?" 

"Oh God no ... no, don't get me wrong, I don't hit on women. I told you, I've been married 22 years and I've never done this before." 

"What, spoken to another woman?" 

"No, I speak to women all the time ... here at work, when I'm out and about." 

"In supermarkets?" she teased. 

I laughed, "Yes, but only occasionally in supermarkets. But I've never told any woman other than my wife that I feel this way about them." 

"Hmm, so what do you want to do about all of this John?" 

"I want to see you, could we meet for a drink some time? I am thinking after work one day, but if that's difficult for you, maybe we could do lunch?" 

"No, after work is good." 

That sounded promising, she didn't rush to tell me it was a bad idea. 

"So you do work, do you? I don't even know that about you." 

"Yes, I guess I am what they call a career woman. I am a marketing manager for a multi-national company in the food industry. That might sound very vague to you but I'd prefer not to say who at this stage." 

"Yes of course, I understand. You don't know anything about me, I could be a stalker for all you know. But I can assure you I'm not." 

"That's good, I'm glad that you cleared that up. Despite my level of seniority in the organisation, I would find it difficult to have a personal lunch in company time." 

"Okay, well after work it is, if that's alright with you?" 

"Yes, although my husband might prefer that I was home at a reasonable hour every night, my work is such that I do have late meetings and conferences and I travel for work a bit, so arranging to meet you for a few drinks after work one day will not be a problem at all." 

"But you won't tell him who you're meeting?" 

"Oh no John, of course not, I'm not stupid." 

"Oh Michelle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that you were. It was just the way you said it that made me think you might tell him." 

"No, no, no, not a word. Let's say he wouldn't understand. I should put your mind at rest to say that we don't exactly have a wonderful marriage John." 

"I do recall you saying that he likes to pick an argument a lot." 

"Yes he does, I think that after ten years it could be reliably said that we are not greatly compatible." 

"That's a shame Michelle, any kids?" 

"No, and that's part of the problem, I wanted kids and I thought he did too. But ever since we got married, he's kept finding excuses to put it off. It's got to the point where I don't think he ever wanted a family ... he seemed to just want he and I together forever, but even that's become a strain now." 

"So it sounds like you could need a new man in your life?" I asked hopefully, although not sure myself yet what I wanted from any relationship with her. 

"Well, we'll see, let's just say I am open to the possibility and leave it at that for now. It would be nice to have a drink and get to know each other a bit better." 

"I'd like that, when could you make it?" 

"Let me look in my diary ... just a minute. The rest of this week is out, but next week looks promising. I tell you what, there is a conference that some of our people are involved in. This time I'm not, but it will give me a good excuse at home. I can tell him I need to be at one of the conference dinners and instead I'll meet up with you, that is if you're in a position to get away that night. How's Tuesday next week?" 

"It will be perfect, I don't even need to look in my diary, I'll make it work. It's a shame we have to wait so long." 

"What will you tell your wife?" 

"Similar to you ... my job is not quite nine to five, I quite often have to call her and tell her I'll be late for dinner." 

"Oh ok!" She sounded a touch disappointed. 

"What's the matter Michelle?" 

"Nothing ... I, err, I just thought that if we enjoy each other's company over a drink or two, the evening might stretch into dinner." 

"Yes, that would be good, I'd like that." 

"Well, it's just that you said you often have to tell your wife that you'll be late for dinner." 

"Oh, I see where you're going. No, that was just a figure of speech. It'll be fine, I'll tell her I'm out for dinner anyway, whether our drinks expand into dinner or not." 

"I didn't ask you John, do you have any kids?" 

"Two, just two, almost adults now ... 20 and 21." 

"Oh they are all grown up, aren't they?" 

I wondered if it had suddenly struck her that I was so much older than her. What age did she think I was? "I am 46 Michelle, better tell me now if that's too old for you." 

"No, not too old at all, my husband is 40. I have always preferred older men ... really! They have more experience with life in general. When I was in college at 19, I was dating a guy who was 25." 

"Do you have a favourite bar where we could meet?" 

"I have favourite bars near work, but not one where I would want to meet you." 

"Oh ok, I understand, I'll pick one then. Where is your office, what part of town should I avoid?" 

"Our office is attached to the factory so we are out in the industrial part of town. You nominate somewhere in the city and I'll get there. I have a company car." 

"Is that the Merc ... that's a company car then?" 

"Yes it is, most of the other executives are driving Toyotas and a Subaru or two. I was given special dispensation to order a Merc when I first started here." 

"They must have wanted you badly." 

"I had a good reputation, I was head-hunted for the job." 

"I'm impressed! So how about the Radisson on the Boulevard, they have a great little bar, dark and quiet, no intrusive music so we can talk. Just go through the foyer and you'll see a door near the elevators." 

"Ok, what time?" 

"How about six?" 

"Yes, that's good, Tuesday at six. I'll look forward to it." 

The phone clicked out and she was gone, leaving me with my thoughts, my dreams, my expectations. I suddenly realised that I hadn't got her number in case something came up where I couldn't make it and Caller ID had just timed out on my phone. 

Chapter Three 

I was a very happy man the next few days, eagerly anticipating my meeting up with this beautiful young woman who now had a name. My wife even commented over the weekend, "Why are you so happy? I haven't seen you this pumped up in years, did you get a promotion at work?" 

"No, nothing special, not yet at least. I think there's something in the wind." Jennifer had unwittingly given me my opportunity to set up an excuse for Tuesday. "The boss wants me to stay back Tuesday night to go over some restructuring, looks like it could lead to more responsibility for me ... better pay too." 

"Oh, that would be great, will you be late?" 

"No idea Jenny, it might morph into dinner as well, I'd better make the decision to have you not save dinner for me just in case. If I don't get dinner, I'll bring something fast and greasy." 

"You know you shouldn't eat that stuff." 

"Yes, but just occasionally I break out and have something I enjoy a lot, even if it's not good for me." I chuckled inwardly, reflecting on the irony of applying my words to a night with Michelle. 

Tuesday night, I was early ... naturally, I was so eager to see the beautiful young woman. I selected a stool at the far end of the bar and ordered a starter for me. My office was in the city and it had only been a short walk. Even though the Radisson's location was not far from my office, it was certainly not one of the regular haunts of any of my colleagues so I felt safe with meeting Michelle here. 

The time ticked through six o'clock. I continued to watch the doorway from the foyer eagerly. Just on 6.10, I saw her appear ... she looked as beautiful as I recall from our two fleeting meetings. But was this extra special to her, had she dressed up for the occasion or was this just what your everyday food company marketing manager wore to go to work? She was wearing a figure-hugging little black dress but one that looked expensive and was obviously designed to show off all the right bits. Her hemline had to be 4 inches above the knees, and it had a low swooping neckline that exposed the smooth tops of breasts and a fair amount of cleavage. 

I waved to her and she spotted me in the semi-darkness and made her way to my end of the bar. "Hello John, it's nice to see you again." 

I ignored the hand that she offered and instead brought both of my hands up to grasp each shoulder, holding her steady while my face came forward and I kissed her lightly and chastely on her moist lips. 

As we each pulled back from the brief kiss - our first kiss, Michelle suggested, "Oh dear, you'll need to wipe my lipstick off before you head home, don't forget now." She looked down at the bar stool I had positioned adjacent to mine, "I don't think I'll make it up there, not in this skirt." 

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think of that, would you prefer to sit at one of the tables?" 

She looked like she was reassessing the height of the stool and the tightness of the knockout dress she was wearing. "No, I'll give it a try, but this could get a bit awkward, even a touch embarrassing." She dropped her hands down to the outer sides of her dress on each thigh and using her palms, she shuffled the tight garment up quite high, exposing six or seven inches of bare thighs above her knees. Then she hooked one heel into the lower rung of the stool and taking the hand I offered, she managed to hoist her body up into a sitting position. 

Once seated - or was it more like perched - on the high stool, Michelle made a futile gesture to pull the hem of her dress back down to a more demure level, even raising her bottom up off the stool momentarily to tug at the garment. But all to no avail. At least half the length of her thighs remained exposed to my view ... that is, if I could get away with surreptitiously lowering my eyes to take a sneak peep while we were engaging in a one-on-one conversation. 

"So you found the place alright?" I enquired as a conversation starter. 

"Oh yes, I knew of the hotel and your directions once inside were perfect." 

"So how long have I got you for?" 

"Oh, I don't know, pretty much as long as we want, I suppose. I told Ben that I was going to a conference dinner and the likelihood was that it could go late." 

The bartender approached, I interpreted his question in advance, "What would you like to drink Michelle?" 

"A vodka tonic will do fine." 

Assuming that Ben must be her husband, I checked, "So how was he with that?" 

"With what?" 

"You were saying that you told your husband that it could go late." 

"Oh yes, he seemed ok, the way we've been lately I think he might prefer a night on his own. Even when I'm there, we don't talk as much as we used to." 

"Maybe that's because you say he wants to argue with you?" 

"Yes, we seem to argue a fair bit, we didn't always." 

"Why do you think that is?" 

"Oh, I don't know, our relationship is not the same anymore. We were a couple of mad crazy lovesick sex fiends when we first married. I don't know that we went into it with our eyes fully open." 

"I don't think any marriage maintains that. Jennifer and I went off the boil early in the piece. I guess that was about the time the kids came along." 

"But I haven't had any kids, so that can't be our excuse. I think one possibility might be that we never recognised the vast difference in our working lifestyles. Ben is a tradie, a plumber ... a very good one at that. But he's up at 5.30, gone before 7, comes home at 4. I don't rise until 7, out of the house by 8, I live close by so it's a short commute and I'm in the office by 8.30. I don't leave before 5.30. By the time I'm home just after six, he's had a few beers ... that makes him a bit argumentative." 

"Who cooks dinner?" 

"Oh, we share, we do a couple of nights each and a couple of nights out to a restaurant and the seventh night at either his or my parents." 

"That makes it late for you to have to put dinner on after six when he's been home since four." 

"Yes I guess so. Sometimes I'll call ahead and ask him to start preparing something for me to cook when I got home. How about in your house, do you do the cooking?" 

"I'm still a rank amateur, even after all these years married, so my cooking is usually confined to weekends." 

"Your wife doesn't work?" 

"No, Jennifer hasn't worked for a few years now. I get well paid, we're quite comfortable and she's got her social and community life. She's on all sorts of committees, she's out most days at fund-raising morning teas and luncheons." 

"Sounds like she's established her own life away from you and home." 

"Yes, you could say that. Michelle, what did you mean by a big difference in working lifestyles between you and your husband?" 

"Oh, I don't want to sound class conscious or precious, but after we married, we soon discovered that I don't want to hear about what he found in some customer's pipes and he has no understanding or appreciation of what a marketing manager in a food company even does, let alone show interest in how my day went." 

"So you don't get a chance to unburden yourself of that days' problems?" 

"No, never!" 

"So here's a start for us, try them on me, tell me what went wrong for you today. I am sure I will understand and can offer an opinion." 

"That's marvellous ... thanks for offering but I'm good. No great dramas today, but a big tick for you for trying." 

"So, have you always been a sex fiend?" 

"What? What do you men by that?" 

For a moment, I feared I had pushed the boundary too soon. "Err, well you just said that you two were a couple of mad crazy lovesick sex fiends when you first married. I was just asking if you've always been a sex fiend?" 

"Oh ... hmm ... how should I answer that without giving a few things away. Well John, I have always loved sex and ... err, I guess the wilder the better when I was young. Ben and I met on a holiday at a ski resort and we were both in bed and into it before we knew too much about each other. The sex was hot and great and we got a bit carried away and assumed it would always be like that." 

"And it's not?" 

"No unfortunately and I think our different lifestyles, different work patterns have played a part in that." 

"You're still a young person." 

"I guess so, what do you mean?" 

"You said that you loved sex - the wilder the better when you were young. I simply pointed out that you're still young." 

"Hmm, I'll have to watch what I say, you're very observant. Yes, you're right ... I'm still young so I must still love sex and the wilder the better." 

Michelle gave me a very engaging smile as those teasing words lingered in the air. She picked up her drink and swigged the last of her vodka tonic, placing the empty glass down onto the bar. I downed the last of my bourbon and clicked my fingers to attract the bartender. "Same again please!" 

"So John, what do you do? I didn't recognise the company name on your business card." 

"Oh, nothing exciting like marketing food for a multi-national. No, I'm am a partner in this transport and logistics consultancy, we offer our services to a multitude of organisations. We have trucking and freight companies, major manufacturers, all manner of businesses as our client base, even airlines and bus and coach businesses. We help them sort out their distribution and supply networks." 

The bartender put down our second round of drinks in front of us and we each took a preliminary sip before launching onto the next topic of conversation. "So Michelle, help me fill in the missing pieces in your life story. You said you've been married ten years now, your hubby is Ben, he's a few years older than you because you like older men and he's a plumber by trade so you've got the best pipes in the business." 




An Affair Begins



She gave an infectious little giggle at my attempt at humour. I liked it, although sitting here on the high stool, opposite this beautiful young woman, I couldn't think of anything I didn't like about Michelle. She turned her head for only a fleeting moment to pick up her glass from the bar and I grabbed the fleeting moment to steal an admiring glance at what I could see of those thighs in the dim lighting. She had relaxed since hoisting herself up onto the high rise stool, her thighs were slightly parted invitingly, still a massive expanse of her bare thighs on display where the already short figure-hugging black dress had ridden up. 

"You work for a multi-national food company with a side benefit of lots of free stuff, so your grocery bill is far less than Mr. and Mrs. Average. Of late, you're asking yourself more and more why you married Ben. You are trying to persevere with your marriage, but it's really heading for life support, not helped at all - in fact contributed to - by Ben's argumentative nature. Before you met Ben, you were a vibrant and extremely attractive girl who had enjoyed a series of steady relationships of varying lengths. You have always been a woman who knows what she wants and you've enjoyed sex a lot since your teenage years, although these days, you don't get as much of it as you used to or need and you find that annoying ... if not very frustrating." 

"Oh my God, that's good, you're very good John! That just about sums up my life to date, even the bit about having several steady relationships before I was married. I never told you anything about that, how would you know that?" 

"I don't know, maybe intuition, perhaps drawing on a few assumptions. So did I make any big mistakes?" 

"No, you got it all pretty much spot on." She reached out and touched my arm with her hand, I took it as a gesture to emphasise her next point, "even the bit about not getting enough sex as I used to or need." She whispered that last bit and looked around her as if checking that the bartender couldn't hear her revelation. 

"Good!" I was pleased to hear that she might feel as sex-starved as I. 

"Good, what do you mean good? It's not good that I am not getting my share of sexual satisfaction." 

"That's true, no I didn't mean it how you took it. It's not good for your libido, but I think it's good that you do have a need to fill that spot." 

"Do you now?" she said, giving me a long lingering look as if she might be assessing whether I measured up to fill that need. I was quite excited sitting here in the darkened bar with this beautiful woman, a stranger to me only a few short weeks ago. Before meeting her that night in the supermarket, I had not even contemplated the prospect of having an illicit affair. Now my expectation was that it was suddenly highly likely ... very real, at least to me. 

She changed the subject, perhaps for now preferring to dismiss my suggestion that she wasn't getting enough sex, "You didn't have a guess at my age, but I won't embarrass you by pinning you down. Sometimes that can backfire, haven't we all been embarrassed at some time when you ask a person to guess your age and they guess way too high. You end up going away worried that you look much older than you really are." 

"Has that ever happened to you?" 

"It did once, the guy sure pissed me off. I tried to convince myself he was joking. Still, I never gave him a second chance. Oh, by the way, I won't make you sweat it out ... I'm 34." 

"Ooh, you are a bit younger, aren't you? I had you pegged for early forties." 

She looked indignant and her up-to-now happy face turned to an icy glare, "You are joking, surely." 

"Yes, of course I am Michelle, just my feeble attempt at humour given your bad experience with the guy that thought you were older. I had to clear that up quickly before you thought I was serious and stormed out in a huff. Actually, I was right on the mark, I told myself you were mid-thirties." 

Her nice smile returned, "You have done very well in working me out, even to the point of spooky. You haven't been stalking me, have you?" 

I took her seriously, "Oh hell no, I'm not into that!" 

Michelle grinned and touched her hand to my arm again, I liked the familiarity of it. "Sorry John, I was only kidding. I would never think that for a moment, I know I've never seen you before that night in the supermarket." Then out of the blue, she added a comment that I took as a compliment, "I would have remembered if I had." 

"Really?" 

"Yes really! You are a good looking man, I'd say you look after yourself, you must work out and if you hadn't told me 46, I'd have taken you for early forties, if that ... maybe even 39. So what is the rest of your story? I'm usually quite good at reading people, you know from body language, but I don't think that I'm as good as you at working out a person's life history." 

"Born and bred here, I love this city, doubt that I could ever leave it. Left school after high school, never had any interest in pursuing a degree in anything. Liked the idea of working and I've done a few different things in my working life. First real sexual experience at 16 with what you'd call a childhood sweetheart..." 

"How is your first real sexual experience different from unreal ones?" 

"Ha ha! Oh well, real is what we used to quaintly call 'going all the way.' The present generation just calls it fucking." 

"Oh, so you were only 16, how old was the girl?" 

"Sixteen too, she was a few months older than me, we'd known each other since kindergarten. We went steady until we were 19 and then somehow drifted apart. I guess we wanted to see what life was like with other partners and we never found our way back again." 

"Were you disappointed at that?" 

"Oh I guess I was at times, mainly felt it in later years whenever I was between girls." 

"Sounds like it really wasn't meant to be if you were that casual about losing her." 

"Yeah I guess so. Anyway, I had about three ongoing relationships - each between 6 months and a year - before meeting Jennifer when I was 23. We married a year later and had our kids soon after, so I was a dad by the time I was 25." 

"How did you meet her?" 

"At a company I worked for back then, she was one of the P.A.'s, and a good one at that." 

"Love at first sight?" 

"Yes, pretty close to that." 

"Any regrets now?" 

"Not about us becoming a couple back then because I think we made a couple of good kids and we've been good parents together. But I do have regrets that the two of us have grown so far apart. We have few mutual interests these days, her best friends and my best friends don't even move in the same circles." 

"And you regret that you're not getting your share?" 

"My share?" I feigned ignorance so I could push her into being more explicit. 

"Of sex John ... oh my God, do I have to draw a picture ... of sex." 

"Hmm, I'd like to see what kind of picture you'd draw for that." 

She giggled again, I liked the way she did that, it was infectious. 

"Yes, I knew what you meant. Yes, I'm disappointed that she's lost interest in that." 

"But you haven't?" 

"Oh hell no! While my heart beats and my penis rises on demand, I will never tire of the enjoyment of making love to a beautiful equally loving woman." 

"Does she have to be beautiful?" 

"No I guess not, but it sure helps, particularly when I am having this conversation with a woman who is so beautiful." 

"Aaah, how sweet, thank you. So John, tell me why you think we're here, two mature adults, each married to other people, meeting secretly in a darkened bar? Where is this heading John? What is it that you expect might happen ... or want to happen?" 

Wow, there it was, so early in the evening, the leading question ... she put it right out there. Should I be careful how I answered this? Would she mark my future chances on the way I replied? I stared into her eyes and took her hand in mine, "I want you Michelle ... it's as simple as that, I really want you!" 

"Ooh, that's a bit heavy, I didn't quite expect that." 

Was I too over the top in being that direct? 

"That's a big step John, have you ever been unfaithful to your wife before?" 

"No never!" 

"Then why now and why me?" 

"I've already told you why now, the way our marriage and our relationship within it has crumbled. As for you, I was attracted to you the minute you took my mud cake. You might remember my hand landed on yours after you grabbed it. Even back then, at first sight, I didn't want to let your hand go." 

Michelle lightened the moment, "That's because you thought you were still a chance to steal the cake away from me." 

My turn to laugh now and I did, "I was captivated by this wonderful woman who had suddenly crossed my path. How beautiful she was, with such a sparkling and vivid personality, and a great sense of humour." 

"You got all of that in sixty seconds?" she checked. 

"I don't think it takes long with you, I am sure you light up a room when you enter it." 

"A serious question John, do you really want me John, or is it a game for you? Do you just want to have more sex in your life and you've met an attractive woman, she seems like she might be unhappy in her marriage and you think you've got a pretty good chance here?" 

"No, oh Michelle, a thousand times no! Don't cast me as a typical male just out to get his rocks off! It's you, I was captivated by you that first afternoon in the supermarket. That day I saw the woman of my dreams. To that moment, I had never considered cheating on Jenny. As for the sex at home, I just thought I'd go on accepting the meagre hand-outs a couple of times a month. But then I met you that day, and only for a minute or so and I saw a woman I could fall in love with." 

"You've used the word beautiful a few times and I am flattered by that but you can't judge someone just from the way they look." 

Michelle was indeed checking all the angles. 

"No, you know they say beauty is only skin deep, and they are right. Yes, you are indeed a beautiful woman, but I liked what I saw that afternoon of your personality. You seemed to be fun loving, a bit cheeky, flirty even, and you have a great sense of humour." 

"You saw all that in a short minute while we argued over who got the mud cake?" 

"No, not just then. You paused to tell me how to work the self-serve cashier machine and then we were parked alongside each other." 

"So we're up to at least two or three minutes in each other's company now, eh." 

"And then you came up to me at the fete ... you could have slipped past me without any acknowledgement. But the fact that you came up to talk to me, well I read that as you being interested too." 

"Hmm, that's interesting! So I gave myself away, did I?" 

"What does that mean?" 

"It means that, to be honest, I too liked what I saw at the supermarket that afternoon, there's every chance I was flirting with you. You say you've never contemplated cheating on your wife before, but I have had my radar tuned to every man I've met in the past year or so. It's been about that long since I came to the conclusion that my marriage can't give me everything I need right now. We're just going through the motions." 

"You must have met a few eligible guys in that amount of time?" 

"Yes, there's been a few that I have considered." 

"Any that you've auditioned?" 

"Auditioned? Is that your quaint gentlemanly way of asking if I've had sex with any other man?" 

"You could take it to mean sex but it wasn't intended that way. I really meant it as something like we're doing tonight, meeting up in an intimate rendezvous to find how compatible we may be." 

"Oh I see! Sorry, I jumped to the conclusion that by audition you meant trying out the sex." 

"So since you brought it up, have you?" 

"Have I what?" 

"Had sex with any other man since you've been married?" 

"Not that it's any of your business, but I do like you and I am on my third vodka so I'll be frank, I'll tell you ... yes I have." 

"And how did that go?" 

"Oh my God, we are getting personal, aren't we?" 

"I'm getting nosy, that's just me, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." 

"No, I'll be honest. Yes, I did have sex with one guy. As I said before, I think I'm good at reading body language but I read this guy totally wrong. I thought I'd seen all green lights, but after two or three times in bed with him, I realised he was only after the sex, not a relationship of any kind." 

"Was the sex with him good?" 

"Yes it was, he was certainly good in bed and would have been fine if I'd wanted that, but with the way Ben is these days, I wanted more from a man if I was going to risk my marriage by seeing somebody else. I wasn't just after good sex, I wanted a bit of romance, a man with similar interests to me so we could lie there and talk together afterwards, not just fuck. Don't get me wrong, I'm not after another husband John, but I am looking to spend some wonderful intimate moments with a man I can love and be loved back." 

"So there's only been that one guy you've had sex with?" 

Her eyes drifted away for a moment, how hard would it be to recall how many guys she'd had sex with in the past year? It seemed such a simple question - or was she considering being evasive for now? 

"Yes, only that guy!" she eventually admitted. 

Our glasses were empty again. I decided that we better eat something or we'd both just sit there and get wasted. Too much alcohol and I wouldn't be able to perform, that's if that was where this evening was headed. 

"Are you hungry Michelle, should we get some dinner?" 

She smiled, "That would be nice," and she reached her hand out to grasp mine warmly. 

"They do basics like hamburgers and pizzas and stuff here in the bar, but there's a nice little Italian place next door that you might like." 

"Sounds great, let's do Italian." 

I paid the drink tab and while I was doing that, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Michelle trying to manoeuvre her way down off the high stool as respectably as possible. That short dress clung to the seat while her legs slid downward and her feet reached for the floor, pulling the black dress so far up her thighs that the hemline rose precariously close to revealing her panties. 

I fully turned back to Michelle to find her hands smoothing the dress back down into place on both sides. I took her arm and escorted her out of the bar. She leaned in close to me as we strolled arm-in-arm, "You don't miss much, do you?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Did you like what you saw?" 

"What did I see?" I was attempting to play the innocent while immediately sensing that Michelle had sprung me checking out the long expanse of her naked thighs revealed as she slid off the bar stool. 

"I saw you steal a peep while you were paying the drinks tab." 

I was guilty as charged, I smiled at her as we walked through the hotel foyer toward the front door, "What's wrong with that, I'm a man, aren't I?" 

"...And your hearts beating and that other bit you said too." 

"Oh, I get it..." I threw my head back for a good belly laugh, "you're recalling my comment from before ... the rest of it was 'and my penis rises on demand.'" 

"Yes, that was it, so your point is you're never too old or you never tire of getting a peep wherever it happens." 

"Michelle, I love your legs, surely you don't mind men admiring them or you wouldn't wear a dress that short." 

"No, of course not, I don't mind, women like being admired. I also saw you check them out when I drove away in my car that first afternoon. You must be a leg man John?" 

"Err, leg man, breast man, arse man, whatever, I love all of a woman's body parts." 

"Hmm, I can see I might have trouble with you." 

"You could ... if you want to call it trouble, or it may be that you've picked well." 

"Really, did I pick you, did I?" 

"It doesn't matter who picked who, the good thing is we're out together getting to know each other, and before another moment goes by, I want to tell you I'm having a great time with you." 

"Aaah, that's nice," and she gripped my arm a little tighter, "me too!" 

We got a table at the Italian restaurant. It was much more brightly lit than the bar and our conversation seemed to reflect the less intimate nature of the surroundings. We talked on and on about our upbringing, our interests, our work ... it seemed like everything other than our respective partners and their shortcomings. We'd already done that in the bar. 

We enjoyed a bottle of wine with our meal so we were both buzzing nicely by ten o'clock. Michelle saw me checking my watch and leaned across the table to whisper, "We won't be having sex tonight John." 

Her straight-to-the-point comment took me completely by surprise and my face must have reflected that. 

"No, that's ok, I wasn't expecting it, but why do you feel the need to tell me?" 

"I thought you might have expected it. You know, meeting at the Radisson, it's a nice hotel, I thought you might have booked a room in anticipation." 

"I wouldn't have been that presumptive Michelle." 

"That's good, thank you for your respect. I only said that to clear the air. John, I've had a wonderful night with you and I have enjoyed your company so much ... you're a lovely man." 

Oh no, was this a brush off coming? It sounded like she might be smoothing the way for an 'I like you, but don't call me.' Was it my age, did she think I was too old for her at 46? 

She continued, "I've always had a thing about not having sex on the first date ... like forever, from way back long before I was married. So I'm not about to change my standards. But at 34 and 46, we are both what you could call consenting adults with varying lengths of marriage time. I don't have any rules about second, third or fourth dates ... that's if you want to see me again." 

Wow, why wouldn't I want to see her again if she had just implied that sex is possible in the future? I broke into a big smile and that made her look curious, "What, what are you smiling at John? Are you pleased that I hinted that you could have a chance sometime soon?" 

"No, nothing like that! I thought you were about to dump me. Telling me there won't be sex tonight, then saying what a great night it was and that I was wonderful company. I thought your next line was going to be something like it wouldn't work out or you're way too old for me." 

"Oh no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to have you think that. No, it's not that at all. Even if this wasn't our first date John, and even if I didn't have this thing about first dates, it is ten o'clock now. Surely you'd agree that in our situation with spouses waiting at home, it would be a bit late to be starting sex at this hour? I'm only guessing, but I don't see you as a wham bam man. To enjoy it properly, we wouldn't be home much before one, maybe two and that would raise huge suspicions with our other halves. If we both mutually decide that we want to move to that next stage sometime down the track and do it properly, we will need to set aside a few hours. If it's nighttime, that will mean skipping dinner, don't you think?" 

"How wonderfully pragmatic, I love it. And I promise I won't disappoint you the way that other guy did. I agree that I too want exactly what you are looking for." 

Michelle had taken the lead, coming straight out and putting the possibility - no, the probability - that we were going to have sex together, and really soon by the sound of it. 

"John, you are such a nice man. This could be the alcohol talking, but at the moment, I dare say you are the nicest man I have met since I started assessing every guy I came across this past year. I'm afraid I'm being a bit forward - that's the vodkas and the wine talking. If I hadn't had too much to drink, I would have remained quiet and innocent and left it to you to lead me to where you wanted us to go, but I'm a bit sozzled so I thought why beat around the bush. We both know what we are looking for, let's come right out and say it." 




An Affair Begins



"That's wonderful Michelle, I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you, and almost by accident, then to have found you again when I thought I'd never make contact, and now to have had such a wonderful night with you. I have had just the best time tonight getting to know you better." 

I paid the bill and helped Michelle to stand. She had indeed had a bit too much to drink, she was unsteady on her feet. I took her arm and we walked out onto the street, there was a cab rank just outside the Radisson Hotel. 

"What about my car?" she asked as I steered her toward the vacant cabs. 

"Where did you park?" 

"Just over the road" and I followed the line of her outstretched arm, saw where she was pointing and the distinctive Mercedes convertible parked at the kerb. 

"Give me the keys, I'll take care of that. My office is only a few blocks away, I'll put it in our car park, it'll be safe there. You can come by sometime tomorrow and pick it up." 

"Oh, thank you so much, you're a good man. Oh dear, I am so embarrassed at getting tanked. I will have to watch what I consume next time." 

"Don't worry about it." 

Michelle foraged in her handbag and came up with a set of keys, handing them to me. 

"I better not take all of these, your front door key is probably on this key ring. You'll never get in tonight." 

"Oh yes, good call." She fumbled around with the keys and managed to get the car key off the ring and handed that lone key to me. "Here, thanks!" 

I reached for Michelle right there on the footpath, standing outside the Radisson and took her in my arms and kissed her. She kissed back and very well too. Her moist lips parted just a bit and I took up the invitation and slipped my tongue inside her mouth to play feel and touch with hers. She sounded like she enjoyed that, murmuring a sound of pleasure from within the clamp of our grinding lips. 

I felt the passion generated by her lips and tongue but I was just a bit self-conscious that we were in a prominent well-lit area and could be seen in this passionate embrace by anyone who drove by. I reluctantly tore my lips from hers. She looked disappointed, her hands dropped to my hips and wrapped around to my arse, pulling on both cheeks, bringing our lower bodies tightly together. "Umm!" she murmured, "until next time John." 

"Yes, I'll look forward to that." I steered Michelle to the first available waiting cab on the rank outside the hotel and opened the back door. "Tell the man your address my darling." 

She used her hand to affectionately touch the side of my face and then without a second kiss she slid away into the cab and was soon gone. I walked across the road to her car, got in and started it up. I managed to reposition it in my company's car park a few blocks away without being challenged by the police to undergo a breath analysis. Then I too caught a cab home. 

Chapter Four 

I didn't have to wait long for her call on Wednesday morning. If she hadn't needed to arrange to pick up her car, I am guessing that, like the average courting couple, she may have left me to sweat it out before calling. 

"Hi John, is that you?" 

"Yes Michelle, how are you today?" 

"Oh my God, don't ask. I can usually handle my liquor but I just let go last night. Three vodkas and half a bottle of wine with you and I'm a tad hungover today. Nevertheless, in spite of the agony of my alcoholic haze, I wanted to tell you that I had a wonderful time with you last night. You are great company John." 

"Thank you Michelle and it goes without saying - but I will say it anyway - I had a great night too and I can't wait to see you again." 

"I bet you can't, after what I think I might have said. Just what promises did I make? Have I committed my body to you?" 

"No not quite! You said some things about never having sex on the first date and then something more about there being no rules for the second and third dates. So I guess you could say that there may have been a suggestion of us taking our relationship to the next phase." 

"Oh God, did I really say that? Oh John, I'm so sorry to lose it like that, what must you think of me? You probably think we younger women can't hold our liquor like the women of your time. I should have just shut up ... I mean, sex can be such a wonderful mystery between two people. I would have preferred for neither of us to know when it might happen. I call that old-fashioned. You know, where the man tries to go a bit further each date and the woman weighs up how far to let him go as he reaches and claims each new body part. That can be so exciting." 

"We can still do it that way. It's probably going to be hard for both of us to sound plausible when we tell our spouses we're gonna be out again another night but I would like to see you again ... and soon I hope." 

"Sure, that's what I want too John, but I know I wouldn't be able to get away with it again this week ... it's Wednesday already." 

"Ok, so how does next week look?" 

"Too early to say yet John, it's best if we keep in touch and when we see an opportunity, we should seize it quickly, okay?" 

"Yes, great idea! So when do you want to come by for your car?" 

"I thought I'd come into town about four to pick up my car. Is it ok if I leave it in your car park until then?" 

"Yes, no worries at all, I put it in a visitor's spot." 

"Good, so do you want me to call when I'm outside?" 

"Yes, that would be best, call me on my cell phone and I'll come straight down and give you the key and let you into the security car park." 

"Great, thanks John, you're so special." 

"Thank you!" 

I got her call at 4.15 and left the office immediately to go downstairs and meet her, escort her into the secure car park. I led her to her car and gave her key back to her. She unlocked the door then turned to face me, an expectant look on her face. I knew what she wanted, and I did too. "Not here!" I cautioned and hustled around to her passenger door, opening it and slipping inside. She was already sliding into the driver's seat by the time that I dropped into the bucket seat alongside her. 

We stared into each other's eyes for just a moment, both recalling the chemistry of our night out last night and then she brought her head toward mine. I saw her face approaching, the eyes warm and vibrant, her nostrils flaring, her lips moist, her tongue already out and licking to make them moister. Our lips met, only the third time they had come in contact but already there was no need to abide by ceremony. Our lips parted, our tongues challenged, each seeking entry into the other's mouth while our hands grasped and stroked and held. Backs, arms, I even felt one of Michelle's hands on my thigh, just above my knee. We were each half-turned in our seats. Emboldened, I brought one of my hands down over her arse cheek, caressing it over her clothing.  

There was a heap of passion as sparks flew between us, our mutual feelings unleashed within the privacy of her car. I felt that hand of hers sliding inexorably higher up my thigh. I allowed my own to sweep down over the material of her skirt, leaving the globe of her arse cheek and sweeping down the back of one thigh until I reached the bottom hem of her skirt. I touched bare leg and swept the palm of my hand up under the back of her skirt. 

Her exploring hand reached my crotch first and I felt her grip the bulge of my genitals. My moving hand hastened to keep up until my reaching fingers touched the bottom edge of her panties and I pushed the fingers under the elastic and three fingers grasped the warm smooth skin of her arse cheek, my fingertips so intimately close to the inner curve of those cheeks that I couldn't wait to see for myself. 

There was incredible heat and passion in the front of her car and the windows fogged. I felt her fingers reach for the zip on my fly and realised that I better stop this now ... I was within the precincts of my place of work - my sole source of income. 

Our lips parted as I withdrew my fingers from clutching her arse cheek in under her panties. Michelle though seemed unwilling to let go of her tight grasp of my genitals. So much so that I was forced to use my retreating hand to take a firm hold on hers and pull her away. 

"Easy Michelle, this is my place of work, we better cool it before this gets out of hand." 

"I want you John." 

I was very quickly a happy man, "And I want you too Michelle, but let's keep it for somewhere private." 

She placed both of her hands on her steering wheel and gripped it tightly in a gesture of frustration. "Ok but just you wait until I get my hands on you somewhere private." 

"I look forward to that. But for now, I better go." 

I opened the car door and slipped out, walking around to the driver's side where Michelle had already lowered the window. "I'll call you, my darling." 

Wow, my fantasy was rapidly becoming a reality. This beautiful young woman seemed as eager as I for some kind of sexual relationship ... I could hardly wait. She was hot, that kiss in the car was intense and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. 

Chapter Five 

I was driving home Friday night from work, running quite late. I had called to tell my wife that I'd be home about eight and she actually promised to keep dinner for me and heat it up when I got home. It was 7.30 and the sun was just setting. My cell phone ring-tone chimed, I couldn't recognise the caller ID but I had hands-free in the car so I pushed the button. 

"Hello, John here!" I went with my nine-to-five style of answering in case it was a late business call. 

It was Michelle, that sultry sexy voice, I saw a vivid picture of her in my mind immediately. See how taking mobile calls while driving can be dangerous, even with hands-free. I should have been concentrating on the road ahead. "Where are you John?" 

"Not far from home, running quite late tonight." 

"Are you expected at a particular time, is she holding dinner for you?" 

"Just heating it up when I get in." 

"Have you got time - a few minutes maybe - to stop by the supermarket on your way home?" 

"Err, possibly ... will you be there?" 

"That's why I'm calling, I'm in the supermarket now, just came down from home for a few bits and pieces. I walked past the bakery, saw two mud cakes there and of course I thought of you. I'm gonna take one home, should I get one for you?" 

"Yes, that would be great," I told her. 

"How far away are you? I told Ben I'd only be twenty minutes,so I'll have to watch the time. But if you're sure you'll be only ten minutes, I can wait in the car park to give you your mud cake." 

"Yes ... yes sure Michelle, no more than ten, that's for sure." 

"I'll be out and have my shopping in the car by then. Don't go inside the supermarket, come looking for my car - you know it - it will be parked in the darkest corner of the car park. Hurry!" 

She ended the call before I could make any other comment or response. I pushed the speed up to about five over the speed limit. The risk of a speeding fine was worth it to get to spend a few minutes in the company of this beautiful woman who had captivated my heart. 

I pulled into the car park. At this time on a Friday night, only about 20% of spaces were occupied. I drove up and down a couple of rows, not really expecting to see the powder blue Merc this close to the supermarket entrance. I headed to the outer extremities of the car park, the spaces that were only ever filled weekdays 10 till 2 and all day weekends. 

There it was, the distinctive Merc parked right up against the boundary fence and under an overhanging tree that in the fading daylight made it quite drak there. No other vehicles anywhere in the vicinity. Beyond the fence, there was a thick region of shrubbery and trees before the houses started about 25 metres beyond. I drew into the space immediatelyt alongside the one occupied by the Merc. I faced the opposite direction so that our driver doors opened onto each other. 

The beautiful brunette, Michelle was grinning at me. "What?" I asked, curious as to her happy smile. 

"This is perfect," she answered, "I can't believe my luck that you were already on the road and nearly driving by here. I so wanted to see you, feel you, touch you. Should I come in there with you?" 

"Yeah sure, might be more room." 

Michelle opened her driver door and stepped out. She was the most casually dressed I had yet seen her, except for the shorts and halter top she wore at the fête. She was wearing a loose flowing sun dress, scooped low in front to give me another glimpse of all that smooth breast flesh ... the upper slopes of her twin globes, But instead of walking around my car to get in on the passenger side in front, I heard her open the back door behind me and in a flash, her head was leaning in from the back, her face alongside me, "So what are you waiting for?" 

I loved how uninhibited and forward she was. I swiftly opened my door and stepped back to the back door she had accessed, stepping in behind her, forcing her to move over on the leather back seat. She was pressing herself against me even before I could fully wrap my arms around her luscious body and her lips were already parted as my mouth closed in on hers. 

The kiss that followed was intense and deeply passionate ... twisting lips and meeting tongues that lightly wrestled in both my mouth and hers. I eased my upper body back far enough to slip my right hand in between us and ran it over her left boob ... the first time I had touched one of hers, I found it to be such a good size, would have been at least a 36, maybe 38, in the number sizes that I recalled. 

Her hands were busy too ... she draped one across the back of my neck, using it to encourage the continuation of the kiss until we were both breathless, and then that hand steered my head, my lips, onto her bare neck. "Be careful, promise me no bites John?" she whispered. 

I nodded my concurrence with her terms and conditions. I had expected to feel her other hand exploring my genitals just as she had the last time we kissed in a car in my work car park. To my surprise and disappointment, she ignored them for now. 

When I could at last free my lips from both her mouth and her neck, I pulled back far enough to gaze upon her beautiful face in the semi-dark. "We won't be having sex tonight," I paraphrased her words to me from that first date in the Italian restaurant. 

"You want a bet? Give me one good reason why not John, I've missed you and it's only been two days since we kissed in my car at your work." 

"The greatest reason of all is that I want you in a comfortable bed the first time, the second is that you've already told me that you told Ben you'd only be gone for 20 minutes, and the third is that I told my wife I'd be home for dinner at 8 and it's five after already." 

"John, all of that is true and I never expected we would. I just thought I'd scare you ... or please you ... whatever. When do you think we might be able to do it? Could you get free one night until about midnight? I really do want you my love." 

"We'll have to arrange something, how about next week, what are the chances?" 

"Not unless you can find an excuse to fly to New Zealand, I'm there most of the week at a conference." 

"Damn! That's another week to wait." 

"Yes, I'm feeling it too John. Look, I really do have to get home, b-u-t-t..." She strung the last word out and her hand reached up behind her and I heard the zip at the back of her dress lower. "Five minutes tops, okay ... this is just a preview ... for both of us." She used both hands to drag the top of her sleeveless dress down her arms, letting the top half fall to her waist and exposing a sexy half-cup bra that was full almost to overflowing with the firm rounded flesh of two wondrous orbs. 

"How good are you at opening bras John? This one clasps in front, it's so easy, do you want to get it?" My God, she was going to reveal these magnificent breasts to me in the back of my car. I eagerly brought my hands up and fumbled with my fingers to separate the two cups. She took over to ease the bra forward and off her breasts, exposing them to my gaze. 

"Beautiful!" I enthused, "absolutely magnificent!" 

"That's nice John, but I'm sorry, no time for compliments now. I want to feel your lips on my nipples, unfortunately since you only have one mouth, it has to be one at a time." 

I dutifully brought my lips down to close over the nearest nipple and I sucked long and hard, capturing it tightly between my lips while my tongue painted its engorged brown tip. She moaned loudly and I loved hearing the sound of this young woman, that I already adored so much, reacting to pleasure that was created by my very own lips. 

The hand that I had expected to grasp a firm hold of my genitals when we first kissed, was there now, slipping around and over the bulge in my trousers of a half erection and tightened balls. 

Michelle gave me sufficient time to switch several times between her left and right nipples. I began to worry for her with her argumentative husband as much as me with Jenny. Then reason at last prevailed with her too, she suddenly broke into the sounds of my lips slurping on her nipples, "Ding ding, time's up, we need a clean break now. John, you have to release my nipples on the count of three and if you do, I will let your penis go ... reluctantly. Now, one ... two ... two-and-a-half. Oh God, I don't want you to stop that ... but we must. Three ... you hear me ... three ... three John, you have to stop now." 

I gave one last swirl of my tongue around her left nipple and with my teeth, grazed her with a gentle nip. She squealed delightedly, "Oh my God, that was wonderful! Oh, I felt a tremor in my thighs when you bit my nipple." 

She was quickly dressing, obviously realising that she had pushed the boundaries by staying far longer than could be easily explained. "Do you think Ben would believe that there was a blackout at the supermarket when there wasn't one at home and we're probably on the same grid?" 

"I'm going to be okay for an excuse when I get home because I can say that I stopped into the supermarket to pick up a mud cake." 

"Well you can if I remember to give you yours, remind me when I get back into my car. I certainly can't take two mud cakes home." Michelle had managed to refasten her bra cups in front, the most time consuming part of the exercise had been packing her ample bosoms into the cups. Her dress back in place, she turned side on to me, "How's that, do I look decent or do I look like I've just been making out with my favourite guy in the back of his car?" 

"No, you look decent Michelle." 

"Thank God for that. Oh, I must go or I'll be in deep shit with Ben. Thank you my darling and my nipples thank you even moire than I do, that was just wonderful. You were so good to them." 

"I loved them, you have a beautiful pair of breasts and I look forward to becoming even better acquainted very soon." 

Sensing she was now quite worried that she had stayed with me too long for harmony at home, I opened the back door and stepped out. She followed me quickly and darted back into the Merc alongside. She started it up and put it in gear. "The cake?" I called out loudly for her to hear me over the engine sound. 

"Oh yes, here it is," and she passed my mud cake out of the window to me. "Bye my love, sorry I've got to race, I'll call you when I get back from New Zealand." 

She was so eager to get away that she spun the tyres as she steered the powder blue Merc to the nearest street exit, leaving me alone in the furthest extremity of the car park. I drove home much slower than she did and caught no flak for not getting in until 8.20. As Jenny greeted me, I hoped that Michelle was not getting flak from Ben for staying with me too long to enjoy our rapidly growing mutual passion. 




An Affair Begins



Chapter Six 

I didn't know what day she got back from New Zealand because I didn't hear from Michelle again until 11 days later ... it was a Tuesday. She called about 10.30, "Can you talk John?" 

"Yes, I'm okay at the moment, how are you, haven't heard from you, how was New Zealand?" 

"Boring John!" 

"Oh surely not, it's a lovely place." 

"Yes but you weren't there." 

"Oh Michelle, you know the right things to say." 

"It's true John, I missed you terribly." 

"But we haven't even..." 

"Shush, don't remind me of that, it's certainly not from lack of wanting to. It's just a matter of finding a suitable night and a suitable venue. In fact, that's why I was calling. I've got a work-type excuse that I can genuinely give Ben for this Thursday night. All of my colleagues are involved in it, but I can be excused. The thing is if he ran into anybody here that he knows, they would all say that we were all involved in this client activity. All we'd have to do is find a motel room somewhere and we can take our love to the next level, my darling." 

Oh shit, why did it have to be this Thursday? 

"It sure sounds good Michelle, but I can't Thursday. I hate to put you off when you sound so excited, but I have a family birthday celebration that night that's been planned for weeks. I couldn't pull out of that this late as much I want to be with you ... I'm sure you know that." 

"Oh, bummer! It all seemed to fall neatly into place. Shit, shit! Okay, I understand John. I might sound like I don't but I respect you have to do things like that ... no problem. I'll try again real soon, I promise." 

"I look forward to that Michelle." 

"Gotta go, we'll talk soon." 

I was as disappointed as she was. I have been eager for us to consummate our burgeoning relationship ever since that exciting first date in the Radisson bar and then the Italian restaurant next door. 

Much later that same Tuesday, I got an unexpected second call from her about ten to five. "Hi my darling, I'm in town, just across the road from your office, would it be alright if I came up?" 

"Err ... yes sure, but what are you doing here?" 

"I desperately wanted to see you so I made up a work excuse to come into the city on business. I'll be very careful, I'll announce to your receptionist where I'm from so that I sound like a client of yours. Would you be likely to have a multi-national food company among your clients, would it seem feasible? I don't want anyone in your office getting suspicious and giving you a hard time. I mean, I guess that some of them, like your PA, would know your wife?" 

"Yes, she does, several of them do,she calls in from time to time." 

"So is it okay to use my real name and company name or would you like me to assume an alias ... something like Isadora from Scarlet Women Enterprises?" 

I couldn't help laughing at her idea of an alias. "No, real names would be much better than that. Come on up, I'll look forward to seeing you soon." 

I hung up and within 5 minutes, the receptionist buzzed my intercom, "There's a Michelle Taylor here to see you John." 

"Oh yes, I'm expecting her, send her around Kelly." 

I went to my door ready to greet her. She appeared around a corner in the corridor. "Ah Michelle, there you are," I tried to sound formal and businesslike within earshot of my PA despite my penis in my trousers giving a very positive twitch upon once more seeing the beautiful brunette with whom I was embarking on an affair, "So good to see you." 

She stretched her hand forward to shake mine, playing her part to the letter. I showed her into my office and closed the door behind us, shutting out the typical inquisitive stares from office colleagues - mostly from men of course - no doubt enchanted by the natural beauty of this woman. 

"Wow, that was harder than I thought, I felt a few pairs of eyes probing." 

"Oh them, don't worry about that crowd, they're the lecher brigade checking you out, all of them wishing they could have you." 

She stepped in close to me, drawing me in, wrapping her arms warmly around my back, "And none of them ever will ... only you and the sooner the better. Oh John, I'm climbing the walls with frustration that we still haven't got our bits together." 

I folded my arms around her too, hugging her tightly to me, "Oh Michelle, me too. I'm really sorry about this Thursday." 

"No, that's okay, you do still have to do the family stuff. I would like to have taken a chance and organised some special evening with you before this, but I am just being very cautious around Ben at the moment. I can't see how he could suspect anything but he does seem to be acting odd. I feel like he's keeping a wary eye on me so I am saying and doing nothing to heighten his suspicions." 

I wanted to kiss her, so as soon as I saw her pause, I ducked my head forward and my lips claimed hers. She was keenly for it as if this was why she had come here to my office. It was quickly intense, mouths open, tongues twisting and touching, each exploring the other's mouth. My hands on her arse, pulling her tightly against me, wanting her to feel my rapidly growing hardness, she with one hand draped around the back of my neck, her other on my arse as sensually as mine were on hers. 

I looked beyond her to the door of my office that was only closed, not locked and as we kissed passionately, lost in the heat of the moment, I managed to think how crazy this was to be taking such a risk. Most staff would knock before entering, but my boss - the owner of this business - had a habit of just barging in unannounced. He could do that at any moment and catch Michelle and I in this passionate clinch ... and he knew my wife far better than any of the other workmates. I don't know that he would approve of me risking my marriage to have an affair. 

We at last separated our lips, breathless and with hearts pounding. I still held her lower body firmly against me, my hands on her arse ensuring that she could feel the strength of my erection against her clothed tummy. 

"Did you lock the door John?" 

"No I didn't, it makes a very loud click and would have been noticeable to my PA and a couple of the other office girls within hearing range. I have never locked it in all the years I've been here." 

"I guess that's because you've never had a hot woman in here who desperately wants to feel this..." her hand that had been on my arse insinuated itself between our bodies and grasped the hard bulge in my trousers, "...inside me not against me?" 

I gave out a very expressive sigh at the wondrous feeling of her touch in spite of two layers of clothing separating her palm from my hard-on. "Oh Michelle, I love the spontaneity of you, but this is highly dangerous ... at the moment. How long can you stay?" 

She continued to fondle my erection, "What time is it now?" 

I lifted one hand off her arse long enough to check my wrist watch, "Only five after five." 

"I'll have to go by 5.30, I didn't give Ben any excuses that I would be late tonight." 

"So no time for us to slip down to the Radisson bar for a drink?" 

"Oh God no! So what time do they all go home out there?" 

"You mean the staff ... oh, usually in the next 15 minutes or so. Hold on, I'll try to encourage them." 

"I broke away from her hand's hold on me and from my own grip on her arse and walked to the office door, opening it and addressing my PA, hopeful the bulge of my hard-on in my trousers was not noticeable. "I'm good for today Nikki, we won't need tea or coffee. I don't expect this meeting to go long and I've got everything I need so if you want to get away, you can go now." 

"Oh thanks John, I will if you don't mind, I have to meet my boyfriend after work." 

"Okay, well away you go." 

I stayed there in the doorway to make sure she was actually leaving and fortunately she didn't string it out. She was quickly up out of her chair, grabbing her purse. "Good night," she told me cheerily but did I detect a glance from her down below my waist? Was my erection that noticeable? She headed away down the corridor. My PA and I had a fine businesslike relationship ... one had to be so careful these days, what with PC and OH & S everywhere. 

No other staff were close by, I closed the door and this time locked it, just to be sure. Michelle seemed extraordinarily horny and I couldn't yet gauge what she might have in mind. 

I turned back inside my office, "Well, that's all taken care of, we're as alone as we can be." 

"Great John, why don't you go and sit behind your big desk, I want to see how important you look when clients come to see you. I imagine that you look very important and impressive." 

I didn't yet know what she was up to, so I happily did as she asked and walked around behind my desk and sat in my comfortable swivel chair. As I looked up again, I was stunned to see her drop her hands down to the sides of her dress, bending her wrists to slip those hands up under the dress. What was she up to? 

I could see her hands wriggle up under her dress to about hip height and the hem of the dress caught on her wrists and lifted way above mid thigh, exposing a long expanse of her bare legs, about as much as I had seen in the bar that first night. I quickly worked out what she was doing and had it confirmed when I saw those hands dropping down from under the hiked-up dress, bringing with them the furled-up roll of her panties. She kept dragging them down until they reached her knees and then they simply feel under gravity, pooling around her ankles. 

She lifted each foot, one at a time until her discarded panties were on my office floor, then bent to pick them up, momentarily twirling them around her fingers. Her dress still hiked high to mid thigh, she began to walk toward me, coming around the desk at which I sat. She reached me seated in my chair and I looked up at her excitedly, wondering what her next move would be. 

She stood in front of me for a moment before the hand that held her panties reached forward, thrusting them in my face, pressing them against my nose and mouth, "A souvenir for you John, do you collect souvenirs?" 

"Not usually this kind," I told her. 

"You can keep these to remember me by when I'm not here John." 

Her hand let go of her panties and they dropped off my face into my lap. There had been a wonderful sexual aroma from her in those panties and they were under my nose long enough for me to miss it now that they had fallen. She placed her hands on the arms of my swivel chair, one on either side of me and pushed it back away from the desk. She fitted herself into the vacated spot, resting her arse against the desk edge. 

Michelle hoisted her arse and thighs up into a sitting position on the desk, her legs somewhat spread and dangling over the sides, then lifting each high-heeled foot, placing each one beside my hips on the seat of my chair. Using the strength in her legs, those feet tensed and pulled my chair forward so that my body was pulled in as close as I would normally be when seated at my desk. 

So here I was seated at my office desk but with this woman that I adored now seated on the desk in front of me, her bare knees brushing against my shoulders. Her dress was still hiked to only inches from her crotch that I now knew to be naked after the removal of her panties. I glanced down and found I could see all of her intimately displayed to my gaze. Her thighs spread lewdly, I looked down between them and with the dress pushed way back, I could see along those inner thighs to the gorgeous sight of her exposed pubis, the outer lips wetly parted to expose the pinky bits within. What tiny bit of pubic hair she had was neatly trimmed above the prize. 

It was all so inviting. I immediately knew what I wanted to do with what I could see but I wondered if her wish was for the same. In the way that she had positioned her body, it was going to be so easy for me to bend my head forward and go down on her right now. But was that why she had sat in this position or was she wanting more? Would she prefer me to stand up, haul her arse forward and fit my penis straight up inside her. That was very doable too! 

I decided to go for my first choice and sitting in my office chair, close in to my desk, I bent my head down and began planting soft kisses on her inner thighs. She must have wanted that because I felt her ease up off each arse cheek, one at a time, so she could hoist the dress even higher, getting it out of our way. Her naked arse cheeks were now flat on my desk. She eased her upper body way back, leaning her body weight onto her bent elbows. Her legs lifted higher and folded ... one over each shoulder, her feet dangling behind my back. 

I quickly kissed my way up her inner thighs until my lips came in contact with her other lips and I snaked my tongue tip in between those outer labia, eliciting a loud gasp from Michelle as my tongue touched her clitoris. I licked and sucked my way all around her clit and her treasure of tempting erogenous bits that were revealed by the spread of her sopping wet labia lips. 

She was gasping and panting quickly and I continued to press home my advantage. I thought of stringing it out to postpone her ultimate enjoyment while giving her ongoing thrills, but even having locked the door, I was very nervous about doing this in my office. Not just to be using my office desk for oral sex, but doing it with a woman not my wife. 

I could hear her pleasure building quickly so I didn't let up, just maintained those firm flat tongue strokes up over her budding clitoris, supplementing that with ovalling my lips to draw that clit in and suck on it vigorously. Michelle's hips humped up eagerly from the desk, pushing her succulent pubis into my face as her body exploded into a powerful orgasm ... her first in my hands - or rather, in my face and lips. 

I kept my horizontal lips pressed against her vertical lips, feeling her pulsing and throbbing under my mouth. "Oh my God!" I heard her at last exclaim, "my first with you, that was wonderful ... so good John, thank you. I think you could tell how much I needed that." 

"Yes, you looked to enjoy it ... sounded like it too." 

"Hope I wasn't too loud, nobody came running to your locked door, did they?" 

"No, I think we're good." 

"What about you, what would you like now? Should I stay right here for you?" 

"I guess you mean I should stand up and pull your arse back to the edge and slip myself inside you?" 

"Yes, that was what I had in mind, you must be ready for that?" 

"You couldn't believe how ready I am to be inside you, and this is going to be very hard for me to say, but more than anything, I want our first time in bed, not you laying back on a hard timber surface and me standing up. If you think it's likely that we could be in a bed soon, I'm prepared to wait, as much as I will rue that decision as soon as you walk out that door." 

I did stand up, but only so that I could see her better. With the exertion of her cumming, she had dropped her head back onto the desk surface so I needed the height of my standing to be able to see her face clearly. 

"John, in a way, I'm pleased that you feel that way because I'd like our first time in bed too. I'll tell you what, I do now have a plan. How does next week look for you?" 

"Err, off the top of my head, I think it's not too bad. I guess you're talking nights, like we discussed previously?" 

"Yes I am! On Wednesday - that's a week tomorrow - I've got meetings out of town most of the day, up north at Hamilton. That's almost a three-hour drive away. I'm thinking that I might tell Ben that the meetings finish so late that it would be best for me to stay over, particularly since on these trips to see clients, I usually have a liquid lunch with one of them." 

"Yes, you staying over would be good, but as you said, Hamilton's a good 3-hour drive away. If I came up after work, I'd need to turn around and head home almost straight away. I mean, I can't see me getting away with telling Jenny that I was staying overnight in Hamilton." 

"Yes, yes, I haven't explained myself well enough yet so hear me out John. In reality, my last meeting in Hamilton should be over by four. Ben and my company will think I'm staying over there, but I'm not really. In reality, I'll actually be on the road straight away and I will reach the northern outskirts of town by six and I'll check into a motel just an hour from town, instead of up in Hamilton. If you leave work at your normal time, you could reach me by six, even in the peak. We should both arrive at the motel about the same time. I will stay there overnight but I'll understand if you need to go home to maintain the peace at home. If you got away by eleven, we'd still have a few hours together to really get to know each other and you'll be home by midnight." 

"That's brilliant Michelle, that should work!" 

"Oh, there's just one little thing John ... err, I do have a period due this Friday. My regular pattern is five days, so if it comes on time, I should be clear by Wednesday, particularly since we're not meeting until early evening." 

"Sounds like it's cutting it a bit fine." 

"Yes it is, but my cycle is generally quite regular so there's no reason it won't start on Friday. But please understand that if I'm late and it's still around, I wouldn't want our first time to be messy so we would need to rain-check." 

"How will I know if you're calling the night off?" 

"No, I didn't mean that ... the night won't be off, I hope you'll still come up and be with me ... I can still do nice things for you. We just won't be able to do everything that you - and I - might want." 

"Oh, okay!" 

She brought her hand up to me and I took hold of it and pulled her upright once more, sitting in front of me on my desk ... her face still a bit flushed, probably from the exertion of cumming. What an exciting and beautiful young woman I had come across. 

Chapter Seven 

I must have had a spring in my step the next few days. Extraordinarily, Jennifer noticed it and commented to me over the weekend, "What's got into you John, it's as if you have a new lease on life. You're so much happier than I've seen you for a long while and you haven't even baulked when I've asked you to do some chores around the house?" 

Of course, I made some lame excuse about everything going much better with my job and that must have improved my usual demeanour. Well, what do you think, I wasn't about to tell her that I had met this beautiful, gorgeous younger brunette woman - 12 years my junior - and I was on the verge of having amazing sex with her. 

But why wouldn't I feel the way I do. With Michelle, I'm on a promise to be in bed with her this Wednesday night and barring any twists of fate, she and I will be indulging in mad crazy passionate love. I could hardly wait ... the days dragged by. 

Eventually Wednesday rolled around. I stole an early mark and left the city by 4.30pm. It should only take me an hour to get to Brooklyn where we had agreed to meet at this wonderfully quaint motel. There would be no time to eat dinner, we would use the five hours getting to know each other's bodies. 

As I drove into the little village on the northern outskirts of this big city, I got a call from Michelle. "Hi my darling, how are you? Is everything still okay for tonight?" 

"Yes of course!" I assured her, "in fact, I'm almost there, just driving toward the motel." 

"Oh my God, you are early. I was too, couldn't wait so I tore myself away from the last meeting in Hamilton at 3.30. Listen, would you mind not coming directly to the motel yet? I've just checked in, it's a nice room - in fact a lovely room for our first time together - but you know motels, only the room and a bathroom. I wanted to freshen up for you before you get here. I bought a couple of frilly sexy things that I thought you might like."