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An English Affair

By: Girls_cum_first



Foreword: 

The following story is fiction, but based upon recent real life events. While it does not contain details of graphic sex, the reader should be over eighteen years of age. In order to protect the innocent, and otherwise, names have been changed. I would like to dedicate my story to all unhappily married women and in particular the real Rebecca with whom, under different circumstances, we might have turned fantasy into fact. Probably a story we could all tell once in a lifetime.





An English Affair



She sipped at her coffee, I could see the indecision in her mind. Carefully, she put down her cup and frowned, 'Oh yes, I get the drift, Tom.'

I was fearful I had gone too far to soon, but she didn't head for the door, she simply remained silent. I pointed to a crumb of chocolate on her chin and made to move it, but she wiped it away at first attempt. A purple butterfly had landed on the window sill outside. I thought it wise to change the subject.

'Do you know that despite man's intervention there are still over four thousand varieties of butterfly? And that's just in England...' Rebecca reached across the table and put a finger to my lips. I couldn't resist teasing it with my tongue. It had a chocolate flavour, for a wild moment I imagined that same taste on the lips of her pussy. 

'Tom, let's stop talking rubbish, shall we?' She sighed, her small breasts rising and falling slightly, 'I think we both know why we're here, don't you?'

My spine tingled and I nodded, hopefully not too eagerly.

Rebecca cast her eyes around the café, checking for interested ears, two business guys had seated themselves at the next table. She leaned forward, the loose vee of her blouse exposing a hitherto unseen quantity of freckled breast. I now regretted wearing the loose boxers. She beckoned my head towards hers and whispered so that only I could hear, 'Good, because I need to have some sex, and pretty soon.'

I grinned at her, 'Well, if you put it like that, let's go!' I made to stand up. 'As long as you are sure,' I added. One of the business guys looked up, I ignored him.

'Tom,' she carried on in a quiet voice, 'Let me let you into a secret. Even though it's over nine months since I had sex, up until last night I wasn't sure I could go through with this, so this morning I tested the water, so to speak.' She paused and took another sip of her coffee. 

I sat down again and stared into the mesmerising grey eyes. 'Go on.'

'Early this morning in bed, I reached down for Dan and he was hard, very hard. I was totally surprised, I can't remember him being that way in the morning before, particularly on a work day. I told him I wanted him to umm.. fuck me, but he pushed me away saying he wasn't in the mood.'

'Rather a contradictory statement,' I said.

'Exactly. He was obviously thinking of something or someone else. That really made me mad. I think he might be seeing someone, Tom, and I think I might have proof of that.'

'So, if he had responded and, in your words, fucked you, I guess you wouldn't be here now?'

'I don't know the answer to that. For what it's worth, the attraction was mutual the first time you visited the house, so maybe Dan has nothing to do with it, but I do know that I've always loved my sex and I am damned if I will be deprived of it any longer.' She grinned. 'So there!' Now, with startled faces, both the businessmen were staring at us.

I drained the last of my coffee and placed my hand on hers. It was tiny and smooth and for the first time I noticed she had removed her diamond engagement ring. I fingered the remaining single gold band. 'I bet you were a real raver before Dan got to you.'

'Ha ha, you don't know the half of it.' She looked down at her finger, 'I keep that on because I am still married. I took the other one off because I had great sex with Dan the day it first went on and I don't want reminding of it today. Do you understand?'

I nodded my head slowly, 'For what it's worth, Becky, I fancied you that first day too. When I saw you in the garden in that bikini I just couldn't concentrate on my work.'

'I did wonder why you came to the house so often! I'm glad you did though.' She looked up, 'Tom, I never asked, and I don't see any ring, are you married, girlfriend, anything?'

'Occasionally,' I grinned. 'But no, not at the moment. Been too busy.'

She squeezed my hand, and then, leaning forward, she came out with it, plain and clear, hissing the words into my ear, 'Good, because I want you to fuck me.'

My loins thrilled to the request, so rarely heard of late. 'My pleasure,' I said, 'Let's go.'

She waited outside in the street while I settled the bill. Pocketing my wallet, I saw her talking to a tall blonde woman. I made to hang back but Rebecca patted her on the shoulder and beckoned me over and affectionately grabbed my arm.

'Tom, this is my sister Alison. Ally, my new friend Tom.'

'Hi,' I said as I stood there with my mouth open, amazed at Rebecca's lack of discretion.

She continued, 'Tom is my garden designer, we were just having coffee.'

'Yeah, sure,' Alison grinned at me with a knowing look.

Rebecca tried to appear innocent, 'Just because you fool around, doesn't mean I am, darling.'

The blonde waved her hand at nothing in particular, eyeing me up and down, my erection now impossible to hide completely. 'It's okay, no business of mine, but I do like your choice, darling, he can fertilise my bush anytime! I wish I could I could join you, be like old times wouldn't it.'

I eyed her back. She was very slender with blue eyes and a pretty face, her breasts seemed non-existent. But, just standing there, she exuded sex, and in considerable quantity. I instantly had the feeling that if it wasn't for Rebecca's presence she would have dragged me off to the nearest available bed. 

Realising she could hide little from her sister, Rebecca put her hand in mine, 'It would, sweetheart, maybe another time, but I am having this man all to myself today.'

'Good for you, it's about time you had some fun. So where are you off to now?'

'Back home, Ally, everyone's out today.' My eyes widened further. Shit, has this woman no sense?

Alison's eyes were transfixed on my crotch once again, 'Mmm, I'm totally jealous.' She suddenly delved into her purse for her phone, 'I think I need some of what you're getting!' She dialled a number and held up a waiting finger to us. Without realising, I now had my arm around Rebecca's waist, we watched while her friend made the call.

'I'm so horny,' whispered Rebecca.

Alison lowered the phone and grinned, 'I heard that!' She returned to the phone.

'Paul? Hi, it's Ally.' There was a pause. 'Yeah, it has been ages. Look, I was wondering if you are doing anything this afternoon? ...you're not? ... where?... two-thirty?... yeah, I know the place... can't wait... yeah, me too...what? ...what blue thong?...you mean the purple one!...dirty bastard!...love you too, see you soon. Mwah.'

'Looks like afternoon delight all round!' she said, snapping shut her phone.

She hugged Rebecca and, to my embarrassment, me too, with a blatant grab at the enlarged contents of my crotch. She grinned at my lover-to-be, 'Mmm, I think you are definitely in for a fab afternoon, darling, bit like college, huh?' She suddenly gasped, 'Oh shit, this is your first date, isn't it?' Rebecca nodded meekly.

Alison gently pushed us both away, 'Then for fuck's sake, what are you doing talking to me? Go get it on you guys.'

'We intend to,' I spoke for the first time, my eyes glued to hers.

She turned to walk away, 'Bye then, have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't.'

Rebecca laughed, 'That leaves me plenty of scope!'

Arm in arm we started to walk off when Alison called over her shoulder, 'I would love to be a fly on the wall.'

'I don't shag flies,' I replied, and both women laughed.

'Fancy meeting her here,' Rebecca said as we watched her sexy friend walk away, wiggling her tiny ass suggestively, 'But then I completely forgot she works just around the corner. She's a solicitor's secretary.'

I squeezed her trim waist, her body heat transmitted through the sheer cotton of her blouse. The feel of a new woman is the finest aphrodisiac in the world, especially if you know she is the one you are about to sleep with. 'Why did you tell her about us, wasn't that just a bit dangerous?'

'She would have guessed anyway, especially the state you are in!' We looked down at my pants. 

'Shit!' I cursed. It was now totally impossible to hide my excitement.

'I hope that was there before Alison,' she giggled.

'Oh yes, since we first met, if you must know!'

We set off hastily towards the car park with Rebecca walking slightly in front! My mind was focussed on her indiscretion. The silence prompted a response.

'Please don't worry about Alison. She and I go way back to uni, she actually introduced me to Dan, she's married to his brother.'

'So she won't say anything then?'

'She's hardly in a position to, is she?' Rebecca glanced up at a church clock, 'In a couple of hours she'll be in bed with her ex boyfriend.'

'Yeah, I guess you are right.'

'And added to that, Dan made a stupid pass at her last Christmas. I had to come and rescue her from the garden. She hates him. And, apart from Paul, she happens to be getting some regular nookie on the side herself. I think what we are up to is quite innocent in comparison with her.'

'Sounds like both brothers are pretty much good for nothing?'

She sighed, 'I guess they are now, they used to be so much fun, the four of us had great times together, and I mean together, then along came the kids.'

'Always the way, heard that so many times.'

'Ally and I seem to have come out of it better than them, the old farts. She is such a horny girl.'

'Compared to you, that is hard to believe. Interesting though, what she said about joining us.'

'Oh yes, given the nod she would have ditched Paul and been in bed with us like a shot.'

'Really? Now that would be different. Two married women! Does that make you both bisexual then?'

She shook her head, 'I'm not, but she is, she has a regular girlfriend too. Between you and me, we did fool around a little bit back in college.'

'Did you make love with her?'

We paused as a gaggle of schoolchildren in blue and gold uniforms were escorted across the road in front of us.

'Tom, what is it with men that they have this fascination of their woman going with another girl? I don't fantasise about Dan with another man. Come to think of it I don't fantasise about him at all any longer!' She laughed.

'Well, for me it's because women are more loving and tender than men, and I have actually been with two women and watched them make love and of course it excited me. But two guys? No way.'

She paused outside a Pied a Terre, 'I guess it was fun that time with Ally, and we were both too drunk to have any inhibitions. I might try it again one day, she has suggested it more than once.'

'Then I would like to be that fly on the wall.' I grinned at her.

She took her eyes off the window display and licked her lips, 'That wouldn't be any good for either of us.'

'Why not?'

'You said just now, flies don't shag women!'

I brought her face around to mine and kissed her lightly on the lips, oblivious to the customers in the shoe shop, 'You are some woman, Becky.'

She stared at me as I dragged her away from the distraction, 'There's a lot about me you don't know, Tom.'

'I like what I see so far and I think I would like to get to know more, especially those threesomes, I wouldn't mind one with you and that Alison.'

She smiled as we waited for a cyclist, 'I bet you wouldn't, and one day it might happen, but let's just start with you and me, shall we?'

'Your wish is my desire.'

She kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth as we crossed the road and I gently pushed her away, 'Don't you think that's pushing our luck?'

'What do you mean?'

'For heaven's sake, Rebecca, you are a married woman, anyone could spot us, just like Alison did.'

'Sorry. All this is new to me, I am just excited at finding my life again. Finding myself. Anyway, fuck it, I don't care any more. If my husband doesn't want to fuck me that's his fucking problem, not mine.'

The profanities coming this beautiful person both shocked and excited me at the same time. I suddenly recalled what she had said about going back to her place. 

'Rebecca, believe me, this is just as exciting for me too, but do you think that's wise? What about the neighbours?'

She looked at me indignantly, 'Why not? No-one's home. We can go in separate cars. By now, everyone's used to used to seeing you come and go. They are all nosy bastards anyway, with nothing else to do. Probably not getting any nookie themselves.'

'That's the whole point, they are probably gossiping already.'

Rebecca laughed. 'To hell with them, I don't give a shit.'

I turned her to face me, 'Look, this is irresponsible. I have been in this situation before, okay it was the other way around, and she was cheating on me. But how do you think you will feel tonight sleeping with your husband in the same bed that you've just had sex with someone else?'

She grinned, 'Horny, probably!' She pouted, as we reached my car, 'Okay, we can do it in my son's bed, or on the sofa.' Clearly the thought of imminent sex was dulling her senses.

'That's not the point and you know it.' I pointed to my pants, 'Look, it's obvious I want to have sex with you, Becky, very, very much, but with the minimum risk. I am looking after your interests here. Whereas I have nothing to lose.'

She gave me an indignant look, 'Bully for you. Where do you have in mind then?' She looked down at my Boxster, 'We could do it in that...' 

I laughed, 'Hardly. I have tried it, very uncomfortable.'

'...and if I have to wait much longer, I will take you to those bushes over there.' She wriggled her hips suggestively. 'Could be fun, it wouldn't be the first time!'

I shook my head, 'Much as I love outdoor sex, this is too public. Besides, I want you on a nice comfortable bed with crisp clean sheets.'

'Where do you have in mind then, your place? I don't mind if the sheets aren't clean, it's you I want.' She wriggled her hips against my erection.

'Too far away. There's a Travelodge just around the corner, very discreet and no questions asked.'

She shrugged her shoulders, clearly disappointed with the changes to her plan, 'Okay, I guess, whose car shall we go in then?'

'Mine, I think, yours is better left here rather than be seen in a hotel car park. Let me top up your ticket. How long do you have left, by the way?'

'What, parking, or shagging?'

I laughed, 'You know what I mean, what time do you have to be home?'

'Until the boys get in, around six. If you have that long in your busy diary that is.'

We walked to the ticket machine and I fed it with a stream of coins. 'If you must know, I kept it blank until tomorrow morning.' I saluted her with two fingers, 'Dib-dib, boy scout.'

'Mmm, naughty boy, you are as bad as me. I wish we did have all night though.'

The vision of a large Ukranian flashed before my eyes, 'But what about Ursula, won't she miss you?'

'I gave her the day off. She knows about us anyway.'

I froze, 'What?'

'She maybe foreign, Tom, but she's not daft, she's seen the looks between us. But she won't say anything, she values her job too much, she's not legally here, see. And she hates Dan.'

Before starting the ignition, our eyes met and we knew what we had to do. So far it had been too public. But not now, not within the confines of a ton of German steel. We kissed again. Our tongues played their little game. This time it was full of passion and lust for what we knew was about to follow. This woman might not have had sex in a while but boy did she know how to kiss. I ventured one hand inside her blouse to her breast, seeking the outline of an excited nipple, she responded with a trip to my groin.

'Fuck,' she muttered into my mouth, 'You're hard.'

'What did you expect?' I started the car. 'Come on, let's not waste any more time.'

'Anymore shagging time,' grinned my new lover, giving my restrained erection a squeeze. 'God, I am so fucking horny, I haven't been like this in ages. And you, mister...' she said, sliding two fingers up and down the obvious ridge in my pants, '... you feel bigger than my husband, and he was more than adequate for me.'

We pulled out of the car park and headed for the hotel. 'Well, I try not to disappoint.'

'Mmm, can't wait, Tom.' Her eyes focussed on my pants. 'Can I take a peep?'

'Umm, a bit public, I think.' A motorcyclist peered down at us and grinned. 

'He's probably seen it all before, probably turn him on,' said Rebecca. 

I studied the slim rider as the machine disappeared rapidly before us, 'Actually, it was a woman.'

'Even better.' 

Ignoring my pleas, she worked on my zip as we pulled out of the car park. A Porsche sports car is not the most convenient place to have sex of any sort, not even a blowjob, but somehow Rebecca managed to have my zip down and my manhood fully exposed in no time at all. She grinned.

'Years ago, before I met Dan, I had a boyfriend with a Lotus. Now that was challenging, but we managed it somehow.'

She looked down at her new possession, 'Now this is a nice handful, Tom, I can't wait to have that inside me.' For a moment I panicked when she leaned sideways to take me into her mouth, but we both realised it was indeed too public. I decided to cover up at a school crossing! Kids start early these days, but not that early!

As it happened, parking at the Travel Lodge was hidden at the rear. Rebecca looked up at the multitude of net-curtained windows in the multi storey motel. All anonymous, all with their little secrets. Illicit first time lovers like ourselves, couples caught short and desperate, threesomes, foursomes, teenagers who could afford a little more than the back seat of their car. Like me, she was probably wondering which window would hold our little secret of debauchery.

Before we crossed the threshold of adultery I asked her again if she was sure. 'If I wasn't, I wouldn't have got in your car, darling.' She took my hand. 'Come on. In case you hadn't got the message, I want you.'

I laughed, 'I did notice.'

The receptionist was Italian, she was attending to a couple in front of us. 'Come on, come on,' whispered Rebecca over my shoulder. She kissed my cheek and wriggled up and down strongly against my back, 'You want to have sex, or pee?' I whispered.

'Both,' she hissed in my ear, 'Both at the same time if we have to wait much longer.'

My eyes questioned hers. 'Told you, you know nothing about me!'

The couple finished paying their bill and we moved forward. The receptionist's ample right breast was called Christina. On another occasion, most likely alone, I would have asked her if she had a name for the other one. The black haired girl waffled on asking what type of room we wanted, Standard, Superior, Grande, De-luxe, even a Honeymoon Suite.

Rebecca finally lost it, 'Honeymoon? In this fucking place? Look, we don't have all day, miss, just give us a room please, any room will do as long as it has a bed.'

If I looked embarrassed, the receptionist didn't turn a hair, I guess Rebecca was just coarsely putting into words what mostly went on in this type of establishment.

Christina smiled knowingly, 'Then the Grande is best for you, the rooms are quiet and face the back and the beds are extra large. That will be sixty-nine pounds please, continental breakfast included.'

'Very appropriate figure,' grinned Rebecca, and the girl, who had no doubt heard it a million times, grinned. 'I don't think we will need the breakfast.' 

I paid in cash. I guess Christina was used to that too.

We waited for the elevator, Rebecca clinging on to my arm, 'Which floor did she say, Tom?'

I looked at the card folder, '912, so I guess the ninth.'

'Goody.'

'Why goody?'

She giggled, 'You won't believe this, but I've never had sex in a lift.'

'Umm, I think with only nine floors there will hardly be time.'

She stared at me, then grinned, 'Just joking, done it lots of times!'

The lift arrived, it was empty.

If Rebecca hadn't had sex for a considerable time, then apparently the same went for her kissing. Her mouth was as hungry as that of a randy teenager and I responded in kind, our bodies clinging together feeling the heat of urgency growing between us. The ninth floor was reached all too soon. Or indeed, maybe soon enough!




An English Affair



Both of us breathing heavily, I put my arm around her as we followed the arrows to our temporary love nest. 

'If we were higher than nine floors,' she gasped, 'I don't think we would have got out of there!'

'In which case I must take you to the Empire State Building sometime!'

She wriggled sexily against me, 'Mmm, that's a date, sex in a New York lift. Sounds fab!'

In my excitement I put the card in the lock the wrong way around and the light flashed red. I swore for the first time, 'Fuck, what was wrong with the old fashioned keys?'

'Patience darling, sex comes to those who wait! And such language!' She looked at me with mock disapproval.

'Sorry.'

I eventually overcame the electronic wizardry and unlocked the door. It immediately became apparent that on one side of it Rebecca was just your normal nervous married woman about to venture into the world of adultery for the first time. On the other side, as soon as it was closed, she became a wild animal. Inhibitions and age fell away as we kissed again, this time with lust pouring through our veins, eager fingers soon discovering that we were both ready for each other and, for that moment at least, that was all that mattered.

Rebecca was the first to pull out of the embrace, 'I have to pee, Tom, go check that bed. It looks awfully hard, I knew we should have gone back to my place.'

'Looks okay to me. It's big and it's horizontal, that's all that matters.'

I removed my shoes and jacket and, to avoid an embarrassing moment, peeled open a condom and hid the slippery rubber in my fist.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she emerged from the bathroom. She had been gone a while. If I expected her to appear in her underwear, I was to be disappointed. All the same, she was a vision to behold. Behind the lust in her eyes she somehow managed to display the innocence of a virgin. A blushing virgin. She too kicked off her shoes and smiled. Her face was glowing, she explained why. 'From the feel of you in the lift, I thought you might be ahead of me, so I played a little catch-up.'

I grinned up at her as she stood over me like a vulture examining its prey. 'I would have helped if you had asked!'

She pressed her chest to my face, 'Mmm, you are definitely my sort of guy.'

I stood up, and silently we faced each other, this was the point of no return. Despite her horny disposition, I sensed her vulnerability.

'You realise there's no going back from here, don't you?'

She nodded slowly. 'I want you to fuck me Tom, but there's something I have to tell you first.'

I took her hands in mine and kissed her softly on the lips, 'Go on, whatever you say won't change my feelings for you.'

'Thank you. I know that. I want you to know that I've never done this before.'

I pulled her to me, pressing my erection against her belly and spoke into her ear, 'There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise it won't hurt.'

She pulled her head back and laughed, 'Silly bugger! You know what I mean. This is the first time I have cheated on anyone, except back in my teens, that is.'

'Not even in your mind? That was the only way my marriage survived as long as it did.'

'We...ell, that's different, I even thought about you the other night, and it was very rude!'

We laughed together and all of a sudden, as though a switch had been turned, we were both relaxed. She sat on the bed, put her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a long deep kiss. The kiss of lovers-to-be. We fumbled with each other's clothes, each tentatively pressing our lips to the newly exposed flesh, and then decided wordlessly just to take off our own. It was faster. For a moment, in a shaft of sunlight, we stared at each other's nakedness, it was clear that we were ready for each other.

'Do you have something?' she whispered, 'You know, to use?' I nodded and showed her the contents of my hand.

Rebecca reached out and gingerly touched my cock, 'I think I am going to enjoy this,' she spoke in little more than a whisper. She went to the window and, even though we were screened by the nets, she drew the curtains. I discreetly slipped on the condom.

Giggling like a pair of teenagers, we fell back together on the bed. She was right, the mattress was hard. But so too was I and we no longer cared. Inside these four walls, we were two simple consenting adults in lust with each other, and about to become one, locked together in sublime pleasure. Everything outside our briefly rented sanctuary was now a blur and belonged to another world.

'Fuck me,' were her last words before we made love, urgently, smiling in the shadows of the room. 

I think of it now as a wonderful moment, perhaps the most erotic and passionate hour of my life. In reality though, when I strip the gauze from the memory, I know it was a nervous hour with both of us seemingly too eager and willing to please the other and perhaps thereby robbing ourselves of some of the true enjoyment of the secretly shared moment. My sense of Rebecca was that she was craving the intimacy of the act, not as much the sensual pleasure as the closeness with another human being. It was that way for me as well, but I also found a deep carnal desire for her body. She had wide and dark areolas on her small breasts, a lovely small rounded stomach with soft hair below it. As we found each other's rhythm her face flushed and became warm. She was beautiful, and I told her so. But this seemed only to embarrass her and she pulled me down into an embrace so that I could not see her face. My nose in her hair, I smelled the scent she had put on for this special day.

The sex had created a world without intrusion. One so vital it could have lasted an hour or maybe only a few minutes and I wouldn't have known the difference. At that moment in time we could have been in a bed anywhere in the world. I laid still on top of her, catching my breath from the hollow between her neck and shoulder. I felt so good I had the urge to laugh out loud but I didn't think she'd understand. I stifled it and made a sound like a muffled cough.

'Are you okay?' she asked softly, stroking my cheek.

I kissed her nose, 'I've never felt better.'

Eventually, when my heart rate had reached somewhere near normal, I moved off her, then sat up with her legs on either side of me. Her carefully trimmed curly hairs outlined the pink moisture of her secret place. I removed the condom while using my body to shield her view of that less romantic part of the process.

She caught my stare, and her lips curled, 'Like what you see, mister?'

'How could I not do so, Becky, you are perfect.'

Her eyes darted downward, at me, and smiled, 'Pretty good yourself.'

I got up and walked to the bathroom and flushed the rubber down the toilet, not before egotistically glancing at the contents. I absentmindedly wondered if it would end up in the nearby Thames.

When I came back from the bathroom, she was sitting up with the sheet bunched around her shoulders. I never cease to wonder at a woman's modesty so soon after hours of cavorting in total nudity. To match the occasion, I slipped on my boxers.

'Do you mind if I smoke?' she asked.

'Of course not, I didn't know you did.'

She leaned over to her handbag, exposing her small breasts in the process. I felt a small tingle of excitement at this unintended exposure, even though moments before, I had been caressing them. 

'I don't really, well not as much as I used to, maybe a packet a week. But I do remember that a fag after sex was the best one of all.'

I held out my hand for the packet, 'In which case, I think I will join you.'

She shook her head, 'Share mine, that's much more sexy.'

We took turns puffing away in silence, each in our own way mentally absorbing what we had just done, her first taste of infidelity, my first married woman.

She inhaled deeply and blew smoke across the room, I prayed silently there were no detectors within reach. 'You smoke grass, Tom?'

'I used to, haven't recently.'

'Wish we had some now, I remember the effect it had it back in college.'

I looked down at my semi-soft appendage, half-hidden by my pants, 'I think I can go again without that.'

She leaned forward, 'Looks as though he needs some livening up though.' She passed me the cigarette and moved her head down between my legs, but I stopped her.

'What's wrong?'

'There's no need for that, I want to make love to you again.'

She grinned, 'Oh you lovely man, we are just going to have to meet up again.' Rebecca slipped a hand up the leg of my pants, and I responded immediately. Her other hand was out of sight beneath the sheet.

'Yeah, and next time...when did you say your husband is going away?'

'He's going to New York on the third of October, for a whole lovely week.'

I kissed her nose, 'Then I will take you into town, have dinner somewhere romantic with soft lights, do a show and make love to you all night long in the Hilton.'

She gripped me harder and started to stroke me, 'Oh my God, that would be so fab.' She frowned, 'Damn, there will still be the boys at home though, how the hell will I get around that?'

'Couldn't you pretend to be somewhere else? With a friend or something?'

Her eyes brightened, 'Of course, Alison, the perfect alibi! I could even say to Dan that I had sex with her, he would believe that, he knows she still has the hots for me. He would be okay with that, I am sure. What a great idea!'

I grinned back, 'Then perhaps we should forget the West End and both stay with her!'

'Dirty bastard! Look, it's a free world, if you want to sleep with my friend, it's no business of mine, but not while I'm there, okay?'

I nodded, little knowing at the time how wrong that statement would turn out to be!

'And talking of sex, it looks as though you are ready...'

Indeed I was, as she perceived, as ready as I ever could be. '...assuming you are up for it?'

'Just try me,' I grinned, removed my pants once again and laid back on the pillows, the said readiness pointing due north.

With the lust returning to her eyes she took hold of me and guided me inside her, not that it needed much help, she was wet from both of us. This time around, in our haste, we had forgotten the condom. She didn't seem to notice. She was worth the risk, I decided. Slowly she eased down onto me as if this was our first time. I questioned her eyes, 'Sore?'

'No, Tom, just enjoying this lovely feeling, I can't remember one this nice before.'

'What about half an hour ago?' I joked.

She shook her head, her long hair dangling in my face, 'I really didn't take any notice then, I was just so glad to have a man inside me, thick or thin, long or short it didn't matter. I just needed to be with someone nice, and you happened to pop along at the right time. Even pop in!' she laughed.

Rebecca leaned forward and kissed my nose lovingly. I grabbed her head from behind and stuck my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue responded in kind. I felt her fingers moving down slowly, intimately, between us as we moved together. I rested my head back on the pillow and studied her.

'What?'

'Becky, can I ask you something personal?'

She leaned forward and resumed the kissing and chuckled into my mouth, 'You are fucking a married woman, what could be more personal than that?'

I clutched the cheeks of her ass, they were surprisingly firm, it was pretty obvious that Rebecca worked out. We were moving together, this time with no nervousness.

'Do you masturbate very much?'

She pulled away from my face and grinned, 'Of course I do, Tom. I don't know any woman that doesn't, do you?' I shook my head.

'These days, very much happens to be the right word. Do you remember that morning in the garden last week, when Dan was there, and you remarked how vibrant I looked?'

'Yes, I do, those shorts you were wearing were driving me crazy.'

'Ha ha, I noticed! I think that's the moment I knew we were going to have an affair.'

'I knew that the first moment I set eyes on you.'

'Big head!'

She closed her eyes, her ass resting on my thighs, 'I think I want to cum again.'

'Let me help you,' I replaced her fingers with my own, and felt her shudder under the contact. She opened her eyes wide, 'Bloody hell, Tom, you are right on the spot, stay there.'

'Same goes for what you are doing.' This woman definitely worked out!

'Anyway, I was saying about last Friday. I looked vibrant as you say because I had just rubbed one off in the bathroom. I was watching you measuring something in the garden.'

I gazed into her smoky eyes, 'And what were you thinking about while you were doing it, I wonder?'

'Wondering if you were the right person.'

'Right person? For what?'

As she talked she continued her up and down motion on me, I had difficulty keeping my fingers in contact with her.

'Tom, I have been unhappy for ages, especially since I suspected Dan was seeing somebody. My best friend Susan is having affair and she seems so happy doing it, so I decided to follow suit. And, tra-la, here I am!'

She looked down between our bodies, to where we were joined at the groin, only our pubic hairs were visible, sharing a unique contact of their own. 'Now I want to cum.'

This time, our orgasms were not timed to perfection, I had raised her to a state where she could not stop. She cried out my name, with a few juicy words added for colour.

'Sorry.'

I asked her what for.

'The dirty words, I've never had the opportunity with Dan.'

'No problem with me, you can swear as much as you fucking like!'

We both laughed and she fell off me and flopped on her back on the bed. Travel Lodge do not supply tissues, so I ran for a towel from the bathroom.

This time there was no modesty, Rebecca lay naked on her back, her throat reddened, her chest heaving. I passed her the towel which she pressed between her thighs. She looked down and frowned.

'Didn't you cum?'

I shook my head, 'I was concentrating on you.'

'That was nice, it was the best one in ages, if you must know. Dan doesn't do it slow anymore. Come to think of it he doesn't do anything anymore.' She looked down at me, naturally I was still excited, 'So, what about you?'

I shook my head, 'I'm okay.'

She licked her lips suggestively, 'Would you like me to do what I used to do best, even though I am out of practice?'

My stomach rumbled, 'No thank you. Actually, I'm hungry, I didn't have any breakfast.'

'Bloody hell!'

'What?'

She lit another cigarette, 'You must be the first man I have known refuse a blow job.'

I laughed, 'I have my reasons. I need to save it.'

She cocked her head, and looked at me, puzzlement growing in her eyes. 'You are saving it for what? Someone else? You have another date?'

I nodded with just the right amount of sheepishness.

She leaned up on one elbow and glared, 'You fucking bastard, how can you do this to me? Who is she?'

I locked my eyes to hers, 'She is the same age as you, married, extremely frustrated, loves sex and....' I paused for effect, '...I thought that after lunch she might care to come back here and make love again.'

Rebecca punched me in the ribs, 'Ha ha, you had me there. You really like me enough to want to do it again?'

'Try me. Do you think they have room service here?'

She looked at me as though I was mad, then we both burst out laughing.

'Come on babe, let's get showered and I will take you somewhere for lunch, we passed a couple of possible places on the way here.'

The showers in the Travel Lodge are barely big enough for one, so the chances of any soapy fun in there were nil. Instead, we lovingly dried each other off.

As I gently patted her breasts she clung to me and spoke softly, 'My God, where have you been all my life?'

I laughed, 'Like you, just waiting for that chance encounter on your doorstep.'

Christina didn't see us leave.

**

The waiter sensed our intimacy and led us to a quiet alcove. We had found a decent Italian restaurant, surprised to find it open on a weekday afternoon. Unsurprisingly, it was called Luigi's.

While Rebecca pored over the menu I ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigio. I had already chosen my meal. Lasagne. Every Italian restaurant it's lasagne. My partners call me boring, but it's my thing. One day I will find the perfect one but am resigned to returning to Rome for it. Rebecca settled for the chicken and mushroom risotto.

If there was to be a time for recriminations I knew it would be back in the real world populated by real people. I was not to be proved wrong.

We looked at each other over our wine. 'Tom, do you think I have done a bad thing?'

'Before I answer that, tell me why you think it's bad.'

'I made marriage vows, in a church.'

I shrugged my shoulders, 'So what? So did Dan, and you have suspicions about him.'

'But two wrongs don't make a right.'

'I agree, but in this life you have to do what you feel is right, to hell with what anyone else thinks, fuck even what I think. Do what makes you happy, and you sure were happy this morning, something I never saw at your house.'

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she nodded slowly, 'I was so happy this morning, Tom, happier than I've been in ages.'

I took her hand, 'Look, if you want an answer, think of this, how will you feel sleeping next to your husband tonight knowing you have just had sex with someone else?'

'You are not just someone else, Tom, you are a very special man, and sex with you is far nicer than I ever had with Dan. And that's a whole eighteen years.'

'Okay, me then.'

She thought for a moment, tracing the condensation on her glass with a little finger, the nail varnish creating little red reflections in the wine. She looked up, her jaw set, 'Alright, I'll tell you. Fuck him. All this time he lies next to me he has been screwing someone else, so how does that make me feel? Fuck him, and fuck the stupid marriage vows too!' She wiped her eyes with her napkin, then grinned and raised her glass, 'Cheers!'

I grinned at her outburst, 'Does that means you want to come back to that awful hotel this afternoon then?'

She nodded, 'Just try and stop me!'

We passed on the sweet course.

**

I blew Christina a kiss as, arm in arm, we passed through Reception. She grinned, she had seen it all before. Somehow, she seemed even sexier this time around. I put it down to my feelings for Rebecca.

As we waited for the lift I whispered in her ear, 'I wonder how many offers she's had from lonely men in this place.'

'And women,' laughed my new lover.

'You reckon?'

'Definitely, didn't you see the way she looked at me?' She pursed her lips, 'She's most definitely into girls.'

I pulled away from her and made to go back to the desk, where the Italian was watching us with a curious expression, 'Let's see, shall we?'

Becky grabbed my arm, 'No, Tom, not yet. She's lovely, but I'm not ready for that, not just yet.'

I relaxed as the elevator doors opened, 'Okay, I understand.'

'I want to do that in my own time, and alone.'

'Alison?'

'Probably.'

As the lift doors closed I gave my best despairing glance at Christina. If she had accepted our erotic invitation I wondered idly who would man the desk.

The sun had gone off the room and, once in it with the door closed the whole atmosphere changed. I knew that the urgency had gone out of the sex and would be replaced with something far more intimate. Rebecca sensed this as well.

'Tom, this morning we shagged like a pair of nineteen year olds, now I want to make love with you, properly.'

Without a further word we embraced. I could taste the wine and garlic as I kissed her, but didn't care. I knew she was getting the same from me. Somehow, that seemed to bond us together. I pressed my cheek against hers and with my nose I came across the spot on her neck where, in the restaurant cloakroom, she had refreshed her perfume. Forbidden Affair.




An English Affair



We moved once again onto the rumpled bed, each removing pieces of clothing between hard kisses. This time, at the much slower pace, I took time out to admire her body. As I had expected, it was beautiful, the tan lines of summer distinct and bordering the limits of decency. I tenderly kissed the un-tanned parts of her and gently pushed her back on the bed as she made furtive glances towards the swelling in my boxers. From the movement of her breasts, her breathing had increased, her heart pounding. I had in my hand another condom at the ready, somehow the occasion no longer seemed to require modesty.

'Hope you don't think bringing these today was too presumptuous, Rebecca.'

She smiled and reached across the bed for where she had dumped her handbag. She extracted her own contraceptives, 'Tra-la! Who's presumptuous now? I had to guess the size!'

I studied her packet of three, 'Is that wishful thinking? 

We both burst out laughing and it seemed to make things all the better. Clutching our assortment of contraceptives, we kissed again, our tongues eagerly seeking the other, the lunchtime regrets quickly forgotten. But then, without warning, she pushed me away.

'What's wrong?'

She placed a small hand on my chest, teasing the hairs, 'Tom, can you remember who you made love with last?'

Taken aback at the surprising question, I misunderstood her, 'Like I said, six months.'

She pinched my nipple between her long painted nails. 

'Ouch!'

'Not when. Who?'

'Why do you want to know that?' 

'Just trust me, okay?'

'Well, that's easy to remember. It was someone I met one weekend in Malta, she was American and called Carol. And not married,' I added.

'Did you wear a condom?'

'Of course I did, it was casual sex. In fact, almost without exception I have always used one since my marriage ended four years ago. It has to be a very special woman not to.' I cocked my head, 'Why do you ask?' Although of course I knew the answer.

'Then we really don't need these, do we,' she said, throwing her packet to the floor.

The thought of the thrill of more unprotected sex excited me, but I had to ask the question, 'What about you?'

She smiled, 'I knew you would ask that. I told you, Dan is the only man I have been with in eighteen years.'

'What about him though? Can you trust him?'

'Well, sort of.'

I touched the smooth flesh of her inner thigh, 'What's that mean?'

She studied my errant hand and responded in kind with her own. 'That feels nice, you have gentle fingers, for a man. I'll tell you. Yesterday, he went out to his car with an armload of books but picked up my keys by mistake, you know how easily that's done? He shouted to me to get his from his coat pocket. Guess what else I found in there?'

'Panties?'

My fingers explored higher, into intimate territory. She groaned, and shook her head. 'Worse. Condoms.'

Inside her, she was moist and slippery, she wriggled under my touch, 'That doesn't mean he's having sex with someone.'

'Oh, come on, Tom, grow up. It was a packet of ten, and four were missing.'

'Oh, I see. Does he play golf?'

She looked down between her legs, 'If you don't stop that, I will jump on you. Yes he does, but what the fuck does that have to do with anything?'

'Golfers use condoms to protect the heads of their clubs.'

'Yeah sure, I think we both know which head he has been protecting! But I will make a note to check when I get back home.'

I nodded slowly, we were evidently good to go. I grinned down at her and tossed away my opened rubber too. But something she had said puzzled me.

'Wasn't that rather obvious, don't you think he meant you to find that? To tell you in his own way that he is having an affair?' I nearly said too, but didn't want to remind her of the current delicate situation she was in with me.

'I don't think so, he is just very forgetful. It does confirm though what I suspected this morning in bed.' She placed her hand over mine, and pressed it against her sex. 'So, I gather from what you are doing down there, you want to make love to me again? I am on the pill by the way.'

'Mmm, I like a woman that comes prepared.'

I grinned and lowered my pants, She reached out for me, her answer lay in her hand. I too was confirming the emotion her nipples were proudly displaying.

The feel of her body, its taste and its scent seemed perfect to me. I didn't want the moment to end. I'd had immediate attractions to women before in my life and had even acted on them. But never one that felt so fully engaging and complete. I guessed that it was because of all I did not know about her. That was the hook. She was a mystery. Physically, I could not get any closer than I was to her during these moments, yet there was so much of her hidden, unexplored. We made love in gentle rhythm and held each other in a long kiss at the climactic end.

Later, I lay on my side, next to her, my arm across the flatness of her belly. I picked up the towel where we had left it and dabbed gently at her sex. One of her hands traced circles in my hair. The true confessions began.

'You know something, Tom, I haven't been with a lot of men in my life.'

I didn't respond because I didn't know what the proper response could be. I was well past caring about a woman's sexual history for anything other than health reasons.

'What about you?' she asked.

I couldn't resist.

'I haven't been with a lot of men either. In fact, none, as far as I know!'

She punched me on the shoulder, 'You know what I mean.'

'The answer is no. I haven't been with a lot of women in my life. Not enough, at least.'

'I don't know, the men that I have been with in the past, most of them, it's like they wanted something from me I didn't have. I don't know to this day what it was but I just didn't have it to give. Then either I left too soon or stayed too long.'

I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at Rebecca. She was so easy to talk to. In just a few hours I had become dangerously fond of this woman. Emotions stirred that had lain dormant since I could remember. My mind focussed back to that April night in Malta. Carol, all American girl a long way from LA, and homesick. We met in a bar. We shared our deepest thoughts and fantasies. We fucked through the remaining hours. Two lonely people, right place, right time. In that one steamy night I knew more about her than I ever did about my estranged wife.

'Sometimes I think that I know strangers better than I know anybody else, even myself. I learn so much about people in my job. Sometimes I think I don't even have a life. I only have their life...' I frowned, '...I don't know what the fuck I am talking about here.'

'I think you do. I understand. Maybe everybody's like this.'

'I don't know. I don't think so.'

We were quiet for a while after that. I leaned down and kissed her breasts, holding a nipple between my lips for a long moment. She brought her hands up and held my head to her chest. I could smell her perfume again.

'Have you been with a married woman before, Tom?'

'My ex-wife, does that count?' I mumbled into the valley between her breasts.

'Apart from her.'

I shook my head, remembering Deborah in Kensington, who was actually divorced, but pretended to be otherwise to heighten the mystique. And it had worked, disarmingly well, throughout a whole weekend of debauchery in Paris. She only revealed the truth on the returning Eurostar. For some idiotic reason I had felt deceived, the mystique destroyed. The thought of her lithe body, naked on our Parisian bed and slick with the sweat and unique smell of our union, still excites me, but we didn't date again.

'No, only one who was separated, and her marriage was beyond the rocks. Sarah's husband was already planning the next marriage before his current one was over. I think a pregnancy had something to do with it.'

Rebecca laughed softly, 'That nearly happened to me in my teens, but it was a false alarm, thank God.'

I laid back on my pillow and after a while she put her arm over me.

'I think you are a good man,' she whispered close to my ear.

'Am I?' I whispered back.

'And we will do this again, won't we? I never liked one-night stands.'

'We will,' I promised. 'How about tomorrow? I've already cancelled one day, another one won't do any harm.'

She tugged gently on my nipple, 'Down boy, we have only just finished this one.'

As we dressed, Rebecca suggested I call her Saturday afternoon when she knew Dan would be out watching rugby with the boys. 'I just need some time to digest what's happened today, Tom. Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets, I love what we have just done, but I need to work out where we go from here. Assuming you want to see me again that is.'

I took her in my arms, absorbing the heat of her breasts on my chest, 'I think you know the answer to that, babe.'

I leaned forward and kissed her nipples. They were still erect.

'You like my titties, don't you?'

'I like all of you, Becky.' I placed her hand on my cock, 'See, he does too.'

She caressed it, cupping my balls, and sighed.

'Oh, Fuck.'

'What?'

'I wish we could stay here until the morning. I could do this all night.'

Reluctantly, I removed her hand, 'So do I, but it's five thirty, time you went home, miss.'

She smiled up at me, tears forming, 'Yes, but you promise there will be another time, I'm not just another notch on the bedpost?'

Gently, I wiped the tears from her cheek. 'I promise. Anyway,' I added, grinning at her, 'I don't do that anymore, I lost count!'

She punched me lightly in the ribs, and we finished dressing.

In Reception, Christina smiled and asked if everything was to our satisfaction.

'Oh absolutely!' said Rebecca who leaned over the desk and, to the surprise of both myself and the Italian, kissed her fully on the lips.

I drove her back to her car, where we kissed.

'Thank you, Tom, for a lovely day, you have given me a new lease of life.'

'My pleasure, babe.' She blew me a kiss as she drove away. As always, alone after sex, I felt empty. I wondered if she felt the same. But then she had a family to go home to.

That night, with the smell of her still pervading my nostrils, I masturbated myself to sleep. I wondered if she, in the loneliness of her half of the bed, quietly did the same.

**

The next morning, Rebecca's text took the shine off things.

'Tom, darling. Something's happened, we need to cool it for a little while. Explain later. Becky xxx'

Throughout the rest of the week, my thoughts often turned to her, wondering what had happened, assuming it was something to do with her husband. I buried myself in my work. On Saturday, I called as she had suggested, but only got voicemail. I left a message asking if everything was okay.

That weekend, I shared everything with Frances, my younger sister. We have always been close and know more about each other than any other person alive. Or even dead, for that matter. She once had a lover suffer a heart attack at a very inopportune moment! Unusually for her, she was currently unmarried, but surviving quite comfortably on the support of two previous husbands. Her liking for sex truly ran in the family.

'Tom, darling, this is the way we women are, and come to think of it men aren't much different. This Rebecca hadn't had sex all year and you were in the right place at the right time. You satisfied her and now she will settle down within the comfort of her marriage for another year's drought until she gets horny again and another convenient cock appears.'

I smiled at my sister, ever since I could remember she had always called a spade a spade. 

'Don't forget I was in the same boat once, you remember Shaun, the Irish lad?' she said.

'Yes, but he was only eighteen, he was just a toy to you.'

'And you think Rebecca is any different? Think about it. Who made the first move?'

'Oh, I did, I asked her out for coffee.'

'And what made you do that?'

'That's rather obvious, don't you think? I fancied her.'

'And what made you fancy her?'

'What is this, an interrogation?'

Frances sighed, 'No, Tom, I am trying to make a point. Put it this way, was she any different with you on Friday than at any other time?'

I recalled the hand on my shoulder and her first touch. I held up my hands.

'Okay, I see what you're getting at.' I told her about the missing buttons.

'See? I was right. She seduced you.'

'That's hardly seduction, Sis.'

'Wrong again! How old are you, Tom? How many women have you shagged? The first thing I do if I fancy a bloke is to put some tit on show. Always works.' I remembered from sly shower peeps in my teens that my sister had plenty of tit to put on show.

I shook my head, 'That's as maybe, but there was definitely something deeper within her being.'

'Yeah,' she laughed, 'Your cock!'

I looked up at her over the pub table where we were sharing a light Sunday brunch, 'Don't be crude, Fran, it doesn't suit you.'

'But you know it's the truth, Tom. How many one-night stands have you had up 'til now?'

'I don't know,' I replied sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders, 'I lost count.'

'See? That's my point.'

'But I was a lot younger then. Becky and I are in our forties, we are more responsible and serious about what we did on Tuesday. Anyway, I don't care what you say, I think there is more to us than a one-night stand.'

'Bollocks.'

I studied my empty glass. 'Another one? She nodded.

When I returned with the drinks, her mood had softened.

'Tom, I'm sorry. Ever since you broke up with Sally, I have only wanted the best for you. I guess I am judging you by my own experiences.' Frances had broken up with more men than I had had lovers. 'But can I give you one tip?'

I nodded, 'Go on.'

'Don't call her. Wait 'til she calls you.'

I took her hand, 'Thanks Sis. I wasn't going to, anyway.'

We finished our lunch and headed back to her flat in Teddington, where I played for a while with her kids, twins from one of her two marriages, and a younger girl from a source which to this day she has never revealed, not even to me. I stayed for dinner, after which we watched, for the umpteenth time, When Harry met Sally. As usual, her head on my shoulder, we both cried.

**

I was at my desk the following Tuesday when Rebecca eventually replied.

'Hi, Tom, is this a good time?'

With great relief, I pushed my papers aside and hitched my feet up on the desk, 'Anytime is a good time if it's you. So, what's going on?'

'Thank you. Dan has just left for America. In just....half an hour... he takes off.'

I grinned to myself, 'Sounds as though you have been counting down the minutes.'

She giggled, 'I couldn't wait for him to go, and to see you again.'

Frances, I thought, you are not always right.

'So what was that text about last week?'

'Sorry about that. Someone, I don't know who, saw Alison coming out of Paul's house that day and apparently he's a close friend of Philip. So I thought I had better cool it until the dust died down.'

'Who's Philip?'

'Ally's husband, Dan's brother.'

I sat up in my chair, 'Oh, so what has changed your mind now?'

'Couple of things, Tom. Last night Dan phoned me to say he was working late in his office, and I heard a tube train whistle, you know that distinct hooting sound?'

'Yes. Go on.'

'Well, where he works, all the trains are underground. So he was somewhere else. I can't be loyal to him anymore, Tom.'

'I think it's time you confronted him, and came clean with each other.'

'I intend to when he gets back. But I want to see you first. I know it's only been a week, but I miss you, I miss what we did. Sleazy as it was, I can't get that hotel room out of my mind.'

'Me neither. So what else has changed your mind? You said two things.'

'Like you suggested, I checked the cupboard under the stairs? There's no condoms on his golf clubs.' She laughed. 'They would have to be extra large, wouldn't they!'

'You would be surprised what you can do with a condom.'

'Really? And that packet is gone from his coat. He must have taken them to America with him.' She paused. 'Oh fuck.'

'What?'

'I wonder if he's taken her with him?'

'Becky, if you really need to know, then you can always check with the airline.'

'No, I don't think I want to know that, Tom. I guess if he's shagging someone else, it doesn't matter where he's doing it. So, how about us?

'What about us?' I teased. 

'You know what I mean, what you suggested about a night in town? Dinner and a shag?'

'Of course, as long as you are sure this time.'

'After those condoms, definitely. Just one thing though.' She spoke in a whisper, 'Can we skip the dinner and show that you suggested and just do the hotel bit?'

'You horny bitch!'

I heard her laugh, 'You don't know the half of it. I have been going up the wall ever since we left that car park the other day. It was so hard not replying to your messages. I don't think I have ever felt so horny. I take it that's a yes, then?'

'Of course it is. I have to do something with this discomfort in my pants!'

"Yeah, Mr Graham garden designer, just make sure you save it for me. I know you men.'

I laughed, 'Can't think what you mean!'

We agreed that sooner would be better than later before she changed her mind again and, as soon as she had hung up, I logged on to Hilton Hotels and booked a suite for the following night. I used my Hotmail address. I considered the extra cost of the room would compensate for having no meal or show. This time there would be room service!

A few minutes later I received a text, 'I checked the Internet. He's gone, I'm free for a whole week! I can't wait for tomorrow xxx'

A thought occurred to me and I frowned, 'After what you told me about the Tube, are you sure he's gone to America and not shacking up somewhere over here with his girlfriend? Maybe even watching you? Watching us?'

'Yes, Tom, I saw the ticket. I don't care anymore what he does, I know he's sleeping with someone else, so fuck him xxx'



Wednesday. 

Park Lane Hilton

The suite faced west across Hyde Park, I had texted Rebecca to come straight up to my suite on the 24th floor. I suggested it wouldn't be wise to meet at the bottom of the elevator! Not in this place!

At precisely 8:00 there was a gentle tap on the door. Strange how humanity is never late when sex is on the menu!

I hardly had time to take in her appearance when, in a blur, she flung herself into my arms. In the open doorway we hugged and kissed like the new lovers that we were, and only when we drew back for breath did I see another figure out of the corner of my eye.

'Hello, Tom,' said Alison, Rebecca's sister.

Rebecca grinned nervously at us both, 'Hope you don't mind, Tom, but I thought now would be as good a time as any.'

Bewildered at this sudden turn of events, I beckoned them both quickly inside. Whereas my married girlfriend was dressed quite conservatively, no doubt coming straight from her workplace at Covent Garden, Alison was wearing what appeared to be a long cotton sleeve, a black dress so tight that it was obvious that no underwear was being worn. She was dressed for sex.

The women threw their bags and coats on the sofa and I shook my head in disbelief.

'Surprised, Tom?' said Rebecca, grinning from ear to ear.

'You could say that.' But not shocked enough to halt a stirring in my loins.

Alison had moved to the window, where the sun was setting over the roofs of Kensington Palace, burnishing the Serpentine into a golden twisted ribbon, 'Wow, what a view.'

Rebecca and I looked at her silhouette and nodded in agreement and joined her where, for a moment or two, we all stared at each other in total silence.




An English Affair



Then, in full view of West London, we hugged and we kissed. Three-way. After a lengthy few minutes of this delicious intimate contact, we all caught our breath and I stepped back and watched the two married women come together again to start consuming their passion for each other. It was pretty clear that, despite what Rebecca had told me, these two had had some recent experience together.

Rebecca grinned at me over her friend's shoulder, 'Don't worry, Tom, you won't be a fly on the wall!'

'Agreed,' muttered Alison into Rebecca's hair.

'What was this I heard about you and Paul? I asked her.

She extracted herself from Rebecca's embrace, one tiny breast already exposed, the nipple alert, 'It was nothing, Tom. Just some guy spotted me leaving the pub with him, that's all. He used to work with Philip, but he has no contact with him now.' 

A thought occurred to me, 'Where are you supposed to be tonight, Rebecca?'

'With Alison, like we discussed.'

'And I am with her,' laughed her friend. 'The perfect alibi!'

Over Rebecca's shoulder she grinned at me, the low rays of the sun turning her hair a deep gold. 'I hope you don't mind me being here, Tom, I know you wanted some private time with Becks, but she did say that you fancied shagging us both together.'

I heard the distinct slap of a hand on ass, 'I never said such a thing, Tom,' said Rebecca, 'I happened to mention the other day that you thought she was very sexy.'

To the amusement of the two women, I adjusted the visible discomfort in my pants, and smiled right back at them. 'If that's the case,' I teased, 'Why did you really bring her along?'

'I told her about how you wanted to see us make love together. And see the effect it has,' she pointed to my crotch.

Alison, by now both breasts exposed, reached around her sister's back and, smiling at me, unclipped her bra. 'You going to show us something then, Tom?'

I hesitated but Rebecca intervened, 'Come on Tom, she's going to see it sometime tonight.' 

'More than see it, I hope,' she replied, pressing her naked chest against Alison's little breasts.

Teasing me, they kissed again, their hands descending lower.

I loosened my belt, delved inside my pants and moved towards the two women. Tonight I decided would be for Rebecca. Whatever her husband was doing in America, he would not be able to better this.

What happened between the two sisters and myself in the Hilton that night, Alison asked me not to put into print, she was in the midst of a divorce and didn't want to rock the boat. But what I can say is, at one stage after we had all drifted off to sleep, I was awakened from behind by warm fingers exploring between my thighs. I was hard, the hand must have been active down there for some time. I placed my hand over hers, unsure for the moment who it belonged to.

'Sorry to wake you,' a voice whispered, her breath hot on my neck, 'I can't stop myself, I'm so horny.' I thrilled to the needle-point touch of her nipples against my back.

I replied, equally softly, not wanting to disturb her sister, 'Don't be, it would be a sin to stay asleep like this.' I pressed her hand firmly around my erect cock.

She squeezed hard and kissed my neck, 'Come on then, babe, let's do it.'

I turned towards her, grinned at her in the dark, kissed her, and reached under the pillow for another condom. In total silence Alison and I made love. Lying beside her, Rebecca made no indication of being awake although much later she confessed she had quietly masturbated, acutely aware of the subtle movements of passion next to her.

**

The Morning After

I was aware of a shadow crossing my face. It was daylight. Alison, fully dressed in the black sheath. She was leaning over Rebecca, kissing her.

'Do I get one?' I asked. She turned and watched me reach under the covers. Impossibly, I was ready yet again.

'No, Tom, if I do, you know what will happen, and I shall be late for work.'

I stared at her lithe body. 'You really going to work like that? You'll get arrested.'

She grinned, 'I brought a coat, remember, then I can change at work." She looked lovingly at Rebecca, 'I came prepared, my darlings.' She put a hand to her crotch, 'Oops, I think I better pee before I go.'

"I wonder how you're going to manage that,' I laughed.

She put up two fingers and swanned out of the bedroom, we both admired her silhouette in the soft light of the doorway. 'Wish I had a bum like that,' said Rebecca, one hand idly caressing a breast.

I reached over and, under the covers stroked her rear, she was lying on her side, 'Nothing wrong with this one,' I grinned. 'Nice position for sex, too.' I slid a tentative finger into her wetness.

She turned and frowned, 'I think you've had enough for one night, you horny bastard.'

'You reckon?' I lifted the covers to advise her the reverse was true.

Her face softened, 'That's very tempting, Tom, especially as I think you got more sex with Ally than I did.'

'I find that hard to believe. I'm so glad you two finally got it on though.'

Rebecca moved across the bed and cuddled in to me. 'I have a confession, Tom.'

I kissed her hair, it smelled faintly of Alison, 'I think I know what it is.'

'Go on then, smart ass.'

'You and her have been lovers all along?'

She looked up into my eyes, 'How did you know?'

'It was pretty obvious from the way you looked at each other outside the café the other day. But I'm still a little puzzled, why bring her here last night, when you can have her anytime?'

'Because years ago, before either of us was married, we had a threesome with a guy we met in a bar. We both fancied him and agreed that was the only way. We have talked about it ever since and last night you know the rest. I love her, Tom, especially with Dan screwing around. The way she kissed me just now...'

I heard the toilet flush. 'You better go get her then.'

'But she's going to work now.'

'So what? I was at work when you seduced me.'

'When? I don't remember doing that, you propositioned me with a coffee date.'

'And who had the top buttons missing on her blouse?'

She blushed, 'Oh that! Yeah, I guess your are right.'

Absentmindedly, her hand strayed between her thighs, 'I'm horny, Tom.'

I got out of bed and dragged her upright, 'Come on then, let's do something about it.'

Puzzled, she looked at me, 'What do you have in mind?'

I didn't reply but both of us naked, I dragged her into the living room where Alison, in her body hugging dress, was applying make up. Her eyes widened when she saw us in the mirror, our lower parts hidden from view.

I whispered to Rebecca, 'I'll unzip the package, you examine the contents.'

She grinned and we moved either side of her friend. Lipstick in her hand, Alison paused, 'And what are you two up to?'

I kissed her neck, and from her side, Rebecca did the same.

I felt Alison shiver. 'Hey, you two, I said I have to go. We can do this again another time.'

'No, now,' said Rebecca, this time turning her friend's head and kissing her fully on the lips.

'Oh fuck,' she muttered as I slowly drew down the zip, careful not to spoil the moment by pinching her skin. The girls drew apart to let the garment fall to the floor. I followed it down and pressed my lips to her sex.

'You horny fucks, do you really want me to be late, and possibly get the sack?'

'Yes,' we chorused.

She looked down at my cock, 'Tom, I never thought I would see the day when I said this, but I am not sure if I can take anymore of that, at the moment.'

I stood up and kissed her, her lipstick was smudged, 'You don't have to, this is all about you two, so get on in there and have fun.' I pushed the two lovers back into the bedroom and closed the door.

To blot out the distant sounds of passion, I took a shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and retrieved the Times from outside the door. A young woman was doing the identical thing at the room opposite. She had on a flimsy nightdress which fell forward at the neck as she stooped down. We smiled at each other knowingly. Another time, another place...

Turning to the Sports Section, I read that West Ham had lost yet again.

I was halfway through the crossword when a very flushed Alison reappeared. I handed her the black dress, she grinned, not at all embarrassed by her nakedness.

'Good one?' I asked her.

She grinned, 'The best, as always.'

'Just how long have you two been lovers?'

'Ever since college. Can you zip me up please?'

I moved behind her, allowing my towel to slip off, and slid my hands inside the dress, cupping her almost non existent breasts. Only her large nipples proved that, above the waist, she was indeed a woman. She shivered when my erection prodded her rear.

She turned to me and glanced down, 'Tom, doesn't that thing ever go down?

I moved towards her, 'You know the cure for that, Ally.' I took her hand and placed it on my cock. 'You know you want to, really.'

She giggled, 'Those were the very words that got me pregnant. I said zip me, not fuck me.' She reached down to touch me, 'Much as I would like to do this, you have a very horny woman waiting for you in there, who can give this fellow the time he deserves, and I really have to go this time.'

I zipped her up, turned her around and kissed her. Hard. 'Rain check?'

'Definitely,' she grinned and turned to the mirror to replace the lipstick.

'Very quiet out here' said a voice from the doorway, 'I wondered if you two were fucking or something.'

'No way,' laughed Alison at her reflection in the mirror, 'He's all yours darling.'

'Good,' laughed Rebecca, 'because I'm still fucking horny.'

Alison departed the way we started out last night, a three-way kiss. It was nearly passionate enough for us to all end up back in the bedroom. Out of sight of her lover, Alison pressed a card into my hand. As I closed the door behind her, she mouthed the words 'call me'. By coincidence the woman opposite was negotiating a large suitcase out of her room. She grinned at me. I wondered what she should would have thought if she had known there was a second female waiting for me behind my door. It reminded me of a corridor encounter some years ago in the Caribbean. The young French female had lost her key, and my bed had been large enough for two. For a whole week her room became redundant.

I returned to find Rebecca stretched out on the sofa, crudely fingering her sex. 'I'm ready for you now, Tom.'

I flung aside the towel and stooped over her and kissed her. She tasted of Alison.

She looked down at my erection. 'I see you're ready too.'

We didn't make it to the bedroom. Instead we made love on the floor, daringly in front of the tall window, a free view to anyone with binoculars.

Later, in the shower we kissed and caressed with no further attempt at sex. She was sore and I at last was soft.

As we dried each other off she asked the question I knew was coming, 'So what did you think of Alison?'

'She's okay.'

She poked me in the ribs, 'Bastard, more than okay, I saw the way you fucked her in the night when you thought I was asleep.'

I waved a dismissive hand, 'That was nothing, just off the cuff sex. You would have done the same if another man had been present. Anyway, you seemed to enjoy your stab at bisexuality.'

We sought out our clothes which had been discarded over various parts of the suite.

'I can't find my panties, Tom.'

'Then go commando, Becky, Ally wasn't wearing any. You didn't answer my question.'

"What if the maid finds them?'

'I'm sure it won't be the first time. If she is sensible she will add them to her collection, probably wear them for her boyfriend!' I grabbed her arm, 'Alison?'

'Sorry, yes, it was lovely, somehow with you there it was even better. I needed someone to show her off to. And I know she fancied you, so I thought I would let her have you while I was here.'

**

Alison didn't get fired. We were alone in the bed of a friend's Fulham apartment the following weekend. The friend and her husband were abroad on vacation.

'My boss owed me a favour,' she said as we laid sweating after a healthy bout of sex.

'I can only imagine what that might have been.'

'Don't ask!'

She peered under the covers, 'You ready to go again, Tom?'

I sighed. Married women!



(c) Tom Graham AD 2011



Postscript March 2011

'Dan and I had sex on Friday,' declared Rebecca. We were lying naked on my bed in a shaft of early morning sun shining through the bedroom window. We had just partaken in steamy wake-up sex at the end of a long stolen weekend. The bed looked as though it had been hit by a hurricane. A few hours ago, her husband had left on one of his trips abroad. Accompanied or otherwise, we no longer cared. Long before he reached maximum altitude, we were at maximum penetration.

'Pardon?'

She ran a finger through the sweat on my forehead, 'Don't look so worried, Tom, it changes nothing between us.'

I pushed her hand away, 'I'm not worried, especially after sex like that, just confused, that's all.'

'Well, before he left, I did what you suggested last time, and decided at long last I had to do something about my relationship with him before you and I got found out. So, I challenged him about the condoms.'

'Oh shit. What did he say?'

'He didn't, not straight away. Instead, he questioned me about my relationship with you.'

'I was beginning to wonder if he knew. What did you say?'

'I told him we were having sex and that I knew he was too, and that I had proof.'

'Bloody hell! And do you?'

'Only the condoms and that Tube train thing, I guess I was bluffing. But it was obvious from his expression that it was true.'

'And?'

'He started to get angry, probably because he had been found out and I said that I knew that French men liked to have their mistresses, but that I was entitled to my share too.'

I remained silent as I knew there was more to come.

'He stomped around the house for a while throwing things, fortunately not at me, but then we settled down with a bottle of wine and discussed what to do. We agreed it would be better to stay together for the sake of the kids and be discreet about our outside activities. And here I am, darling. Although to be correct, this seems to have been an inside activity, doesn't it!'

I shook my head, 'But what about the sex with him?'

'Oh it was nothing really. It was the first time we had talked openly with each other in ages. We opened a second bottle, got drunk and did it right there on the sofa, fully clothed. It was somehow a release of all the tension between us.' Becky ran her hands over my chest, 'I didn't enjoy it, Tom, it was just such a relief to have it all out in the open at last. Anyway, he's far more guilty than me.'

'Why?'

'He's been seeing this Helen on and off for nearly two years, I must have been fucking blind. What a fool.'

'Well, I'm glad it's out in the open. What did he have to say about me?'

'Not a lot, probably a bit jealous. But... don't laugh... he said he expects some discount from you now that you are fucking his wife!'

I did laugh.

'There's more, darling. That night, I made him wear a condom. Is that ironic or what? I did that for you, so we wouldn't have to.'

'Thank you.'

She looked at her watch, 'Much as I would like to stay here all day, darling, I have to go or I shall be late for the hairdresser.'

She climbed off my bed, it was the first time she had been to my apartment. She stared at the bed for a moment, 'You know something, Tom?'

I stroked her bare breasts, and handed her her bra from the floor where it had been quickly discarded the night before.

'This might sound weird, but it turns me on to think of all the women you have probably shagged on that bed.'

I smiled at her, 'Very few actually, in fact you are only the second one.' I omitted to include the occasional afternoon delight with her sister.

She searched for her panties, which we finally discovered at the top of the stairs, 'I don't believe you.'

'I bought this bed back last March, and christened it with an old friend. You should have asked me about the old one, and yes, that one was worn out!'

I missed that old bed, I reflected, and how the mattress sagged in the middle, conveniently bringing two otherwise strangers together.

'What are you looking at?' she asked me as I watched her place a foot in her panties.

'I have a thing about watching women dress, particularly after we have made love, do you think that's my turn to be weird?'

'Not at all darling,' she looked down at my crotch, 'Particularly if it has that effect on you.'

She paused, her panties halfway up her legs, then quickly removed them again.

'Fuck it,' she giggled, 'Let's be late.' She pushed me back on to the untidy bed where we messed up the sheets some more.

Rebecca was very late for her hairdresser.