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My One Big Affair Ch. 01

By: Catmoore



Authors note:

This story is about a critical time in my life. I found and fucked then parted from the love of my life.

It's quite a long story. I know that some readers do not like long narratives so I have broken it down into four parts. You can read them all in one go or in bite sized chunks. It's up to you.

Cat x

*

Mum you promised you'd come and watch the hockey match after school on Thursday."

"I know darling but I just can't get out of this meeting."

The feeling as his magnificently hardened cock sunk into me not only took my breath away but also took my mind off everything else.

"There's some cold chicken in the fridge and loads of salad you can have for dinner." I said to my husband from the hallway where I was giving my hair and make-up one last inspection. "By the way don't wait up I might be late, school reunions can go on a bit." I added scooting out of the house.

I knew that I shouldn't let him do it in the car parked in a field in the semi-darkness. But the feel of his hand slithering up my thighs that, unconsciously, almost, I opened for him was so thrilling that nothing outside of him, me and our bodies had any significance.

Affairs are like that.

The guilt and the loss of self-esteem at the excuses one has to make are hard to bear. But the thrills and excitement you get from your lover make up for that and more. Having an affair is like being a drug addict. You know full well that you shouldn't, but somehow you just can't help yourself.

Affairs are rarely completely satisfactory. They can't be really can they? By their very nature it's almost impossible? They're elicit, naughty, often unfair, always complicated and usually extremely difficult for all involved. They're relationships that are outside a marriage or other partnerships. They're liaisons and the coming together by two parties who shouldn't really come together at all! But of course it is just that with a different spelling that is it the very essence and appeal of affairs!

Mine was all of that and more. It was everything most people expect an affair to be; exhilarating, stupendous, amazing, fantastic and mind-blowing. It was disappointing, heart-breaking, horrible, frustrating and thoroughly emotionally draining. I had the most amazing sensations, incredible sex, powerful feelings of love and lust and lots and lots of affection. I had to lie and cheat, duck and dive and be a different person as circumstances changed. I felt tremendous frustration when I couldn't be with him and enormous jealousy when I imagined him in bed with his wife. I hated us getting up from hotel beds and going home when every sinew in my body cried out for us to stay there together all night, if not forever. And as the affair got underway I could hardly bear to be in bed with my husband let alone have him make love to me.

Did I enjoy it? Am I pleased I did it? Would I do it again? Was it worthwhile? Hmmmm tough questions to which I don't really have answers? All I know was that during the almost year to the day that I knew Jack I felt more wanted than I ever had or ever have since. I felt loved and desired and more of a woman than I could have previously imagined. He so fulfilled my every need during the time we were having the affair that I think, in all probability, he was the love of my life as I was of his. 

I'd been with Richard, my husband, for around ten years when it happened. For all the time prior to that I would never have dreamed that I would have an affair. I was the devoted, doting wife. I was love-blind. There was no doubt in my mind that Richard and I would spend the rest of our life together with our son and daughter and that we might, as time went on, add to our family. But then something changed. He travelled more and more, going to the New York office of the legal practice of which he was a partner at least once a month and sometimes two or three times. As partners in major corporate lawyers firms always do, Richard worked murderous hours. Quite often during a deal he would be in the office in central London by six thirty and not be home until ten or eleven and occasionally not coming home at all but staying in one of the company apartments. I coped with that. It had always been like that. But when he added on to that the frequent travelling it was too much for me to take. It was then that we started rowing, that I felt he neglected me, that I became almost permanently frustrated and, I guess, we fell out of love. 

*

"They seem to get on so well, it's as if they'd known each other for ages isn't it?" The attractive forty something guy in the bright yellow rain top, jeans and green wellies said.

"Yes it is and that's strange for Brad doesn't usually get friendly with other dogs smaller than him," I replied returning his smile.

And that's how it started. That's how the love affair of my life began. Walking our dogs for Christ's sake.

There was a group of us, probably seven or eight that met in the large field that ran alongside the forest that was just a short drive from my house. Sometimes, especially in the better weather we all turned up and walked together but at other times there might just be a couple of us and on occasions just two or even me by myself. We were quite a mixed bunch with ages ranging from me, probably the youngest, in my mid- thirties, to a pair of really lovely older ladies who must have been well into their seventies or eighties. The gender mix was mainly women with a couple of older guys and Jack. 

Yes Jack, in the yellow rain top and jeans. Jack who said. "They get on well don't they" as the first words we ever exchanged? Jack with the lovely smile and twinkling eyes. Jack the man I fell for. And Jack the man that fucked me in those very woods where the two dogs had got on so very well!!!

But I get ahead of myself. I let my reminiscences become too vivid. My thoughts about Jack and me writhing naked in beds in hotels, squirming together on the back seat of his or my car or making love so magically in the open air, are starting to direct and control the flow of the story. And that mustn't happen for this account needs to have a mood, pace and style all of its own. This isn't a piece of fuck fest. It isn't a quick jerk off story. I'm not writing this purely for sexual titillation. No this is real, this is part of my life, a major and important part of me. I feel the need to tell the story. The story of Jack and me. The tender, loving, erotic and so sexual tale of our affair. And for me to relate that to you takes time. I will need to paint pictures with words. To describe the situation and to build the suspense up for you just as the impending affair built it up for him and me.

And that in some ways was the most amazing aspect of the affair. That period between the merest tingle of the thought 'does he want me and do I want him' and his magnificently hardened cock sliding almost ceremoniously up me? That and the realisation that as I gave myself to him so all my marriage vows were being ripped into tatters. Everything I thought I'd believed in about the sanctity of marriage, the trust and the loyalty was slipping away just as easily as my knickers slid down my legs to give my lover access to me.

From the time he said about the dogs getting on well we became walking partners. We walked alongside each other. In dog walking etiquette, and believe there is one, we became a walking pair. Our dogs got on well and that's important. I mean you can't walk with someone when your dogs hate each other can you? We tended to fall behind the others. After a while we started getting there a little later so that the others had set off. And then we began walking just the two of us. Just him and me. Just Jack and me.

I started getting up a little earlier, taking longer getting ready and making sure my shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair looked respectable instead of being pulled into an untidy bob as it previously had been. I found myself applying make up and spraying perfume on my face and body especially on my chest and breasts, the nipples of which I noted were often hard as I got ready to me my 'fantasy' lover. 'Shit what's happening I asked myself?. 'I am only going on a fucking dog walk!' I discarded the baggy old jeans and wore, tighter, smarter designer versions. In the cold of winter I'd wear a nicer top coat and in the warmth of spring and summer, tighter more revealing tops or sweaters. And under it I wore my Perla, Janet Regar or AP silk underwear and not my boring cotton M & S jobs. As time went on I imagined Jack and me together. At first I was horrified when I awoke in the middle of the night and was surpreised that he wasn't alongside me for in my dreams he had been about to enter me. I got used to it and started looking at myself in the mirror standing there naked and thinking that Jack was looking at my bare body. I hoped he would like it, would think that for a mother of two in her thirties it was in good condition. I worked hard at tennis and the gym to keep my weight around one thirty six pounds, my waist to under twenty six inches and to prevent any extra weight building up on my hips and thighs. And now more often as I looked at myself in the mirror and perhaps checked my breasts for any lumps I imagined that it was Jack holding them. That he was caressing what I think are my crowming glory although s few alternative lechers at the tennis club insist that accolade goes to my bum.

All of this was unconscious and went on for several months. But then bear in mind it was just a half hour dog walk five days a week. Two and half hours of exposure to each other often in the company of others and always in the open air with our dogs around. Not that conducive to chat up lines, flirting and come on suggestions. But somehow it worked and just six months after he said, they seem to get on so well so he was saying to me. "Cat that was amazing," as he let his now limp penis slip from my still wet and throbbing pussy."

Again I get ahead of myself. But that's so easy to do in my eagerness to tell you about my affair with Jack. But why am I so keen to do that? Why do I want to reveal my innermost thoughts and most intimate feelings? I know why. It's because I want to relive that year. Because I want to revisit those magically sexy times, those enticingly erotic moments, that wonderfully romantic period. Yes I want him back in my new life. The one you and I share. The one that only exists in words not actions and deeds. Yes I need and want Jack to fuck me with my words as I've been doing in all those submissions I've made to Lit. Does that make sense to you? It's absolutely crystal to me.

It was just a coffee. A fairly rotten instant one at that in a tatty café on the edge of the forest. But that was the real start. The beginning that established something between us other than dog walking. 

"Black no sugar," were the first words I said to him as more than a dog walking friend.

I don't remember at all what we chatted about as we sat across from each other in the open air. I remember it was springtime and yes the trees were in bud, the daffodils were just ending, the tulips beginning and all the falsely romantic things that are said about springtime were around us. Including the 'young man's" fancy I wonder??

We had coffee again a day or so later and it then became a regular feature of our walk. And it was very much our walk now for we went out of our ways to positively avoid the others. We went later, met at a slightly different place and walked another route. None of that was consciously planned, we didn't discuss it but like so many things between us, it just happened because, I suppose, we both wanted it to happen. 

Still nothing was said and certainly nothing was done by either of us to suggest what we were doing was anything other than two adults walking and chatting. Deep down, though, I think I felt something. I feel that I was becoming aware that the more I was with him the more I wanted to be with him. I couldn't in my wildest imaginings think that anything other than a friendship would happen between us. He was seemingly fairly happily married with three children and I had never been one to even consider straying. Richard and I had our ten and twelve year old children and, although we'd had some rocky patches, neither of us would dream of doing anything that could harm them. 

So I mused April away looking forward to and enjoying my dog walks that by now were becoming longer and longer. Jack had explained that he mainly worked from home doing something with computers, that I didn't even try to understand, his wife held a fairly high powered job in the Civil Service and their children were at boarding school so his time was very much his own. 

"In any case, I prefer working in the evenings and late at night, it gets the juices running and I'm more creative" he'd said, to which I'd quite innocently replied.

"Really," as I smiled at him and, for some reason, raised my eyebrows as I added. "That's when mine flow the most."

We both laughed at the unintentional, but quite strongly provocative double entendre.

"I bet they do the lucky man" he joked before we changed the subject.

The hard, throbbing cock felt so marvellous in my mouth. The large, soft, slightly hairy bag containing his balls felt as exciting in my hands as I rolled the two orbs around before sucking first one, then the other and then both into my mouth. My imagination was racing as my hands squeezed my full breasts, pinched and pulled my nipples and then plunged between my thighs that closed tightly round them.

Lying in the middle of our marital bed naked I was fucking myself. Making love to my own body in the middle of the day. The window was open and I could hear the noise of the mower as Tom our gardener did the lawn. I was masturbating more frequently recently. As Richard and I rowed more often so our lovemaking diminished. I found it difficult and very frustrating to take after having had regular, nearly daily, sex for so long.

My brown painted fingernails with white cuticles contrasted sharply with the creamy, suntanned as it was early in the year, flesh of my breasts as they dug into it leaving little red marks. The pink of my nipples looked fierce and appealingly suckable as I pulled and pinched them alternating between sending surges of sexual feelings and shocks of pain through my body. 

I was near. Very near. I was at that stage where the eyes are tightly shut, the mouth is open and the head is starting to roll from side to side. At the phase where arousing the breasts is not enough. At the point where the epicentre of a woman's sex has to be stimulated. I had reached the level that demanded total sexual gratification. Yes I was in that state of female masturbation where my hands had only one place on which to focus, one area to coax that little more I needed to take me over the edge. I was concentrating, zeroing in and focusing my fingers attention on the place they had to be. Right on my cunt.

And as they stroked and slithered around my lips, slid inside and then rubbed around my clitoris I started to cum. To cum hard and long. As my straightened fingers plundered my innards plunging in and out of that tingling tunnel as I fucked myself so Jack's face came into my mind. In my imagination I was being fucked by my dog walking friend. 

"Would you like to see it?" Jack asked one morning when we were sitting in the outside café sipping our coffee.

"Yes I would but I don't think I'll understand it." 

Jack had been trying to explain to me what he did, but being IT almost illiterate I couldn't grasp the concept of the worldwide web as he termed it. It was equally impossible for me to understand what websites and dotcom companies, neither of which I'd heard of, could possibly be. But this was 1999!

I felt very strange actually being in his house. It was odd seeing photos and other examples of his day to day life. His wife's and children's coats hanging up, pairs of green wellies in a box in the porch, two mugs on the draining board that presumably he and his wife had used for breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as he made coffee, proper stuff in a cafettiere.

There was a tension between us that I'd never experienced before. We were, I realised, totally alone for the first time. Always we'd been in the open with others nearby or around. Here it was just him and me. Just the two of us. Nobody else. I felt nervous, ill at ease and a little edgy. The conversation had dried up. He focused on making the coffee as I looked through the kitchen windows at the fairly large garden that I suddenly imagined him and his wife working on together on a Sunday morning. My throat was dry and my pulse seemed to be racing. I still hadn't given any thought whatsoever to where our relationship was going or, even, if it was going anywhere. The only time there was anything other than a perfectly respectable dog walking partnership was when I was naked masturbating. And then I have to admit that more and more Jack was the feature in my lurid imaginings.

For most of my married life, and really that coincides with the greater part of my adult life, masturbation has played little part. Since meeting Richard when I was just over eighteen and starting to live with him when I was in my early twenties other than when he went away on business trips we must have had sex most days and certainly at least three times every week. Thus, when the supply was turned off, more I have to say by me than him, it's hard to take. And in a thirty something year old, as my memory suggests I was then, it's particularly difficult and I found that after say, five or six days without sex I suffered from enormous pangs of frustration. I was on edge and prickly a lot of the time, would lose my temper easily and found it hard to focus and concentrate on anything for long. The DT crossword, for instance, became an impossibility!

On top of all that I would, without any warning, become enormously aroused. I'd find an irritation starting near my pussy that within seconds had stormed through my body making my full breasts seem so heavy and my nipples become like organ stops. I would almost pant and have what in other circumstances with older women would be called a hot flush. I'd see a fanciable man, a pert bum or a good looking face and I was mentally in bed with them. I could see sexual innuendos and suggestions in the most ridiculous things and I walked around like I imagine a bitch in heat does. Permanently, almost, aroused and hot.

Inevitably that led to me reverting to, what I thought of then as, the teenagers remedy. Doing it myself to myself. Yes making love to my own body in effect fucking myself. I adopted a sort of ritual for it that included, usually, picturing a scene in my head that involved me indulging in one of my fantasies. At the time I recall those as me being in a gang bang, being forced to have sex and lots of bi action. But more and more, although I swear it was totally unintentional, Jack featured somewhere in my masturbation. Often not until I was near or actually cumming but then with increasing frequency, I extremely vividly 'saw' him to the point that on several occasions as the waves of orgasmic release poured over me I found myself saying out loud.

"Yes Jack, fuck me, fuck me make me cum, please make me cum."

I was almost blushing at these thoughts as Jack said. 

"Black as usual Cat?"

"Er, um, er, yes, yes thanks Jack," I replied taking the elegantly thin white mug with the logo of three intertwined w s he was handing to me.

"Come on I'll show the wonderful world of the Internet," he said, putting his arm round me loosely, urging me through the kitchen door before him. "Up the stairs to the right," he added gently pushing me, the feel of his hand in the small of my back making me shudder.


My One Big Affair Ch. 01



As I walked up the stairs ahead of him I was acutely conscious of his eyes being on my bum. I was wearing, probably rather too, tight jeans and I knew that my bottom and hips swayed quite a lot and I wondered what he was thinking. 'Was I' I thought 'exaggerating the movements?'

We walked along a landing passing what I assumed were bedroom doors but each were closed. I guessed there'd been an extension to the house at some time and that the upstairs part of that had been turned into his office. It was quite cramped with the desk and filing cabinets, a bit messy with piles of papers everywhere and at least four computer screens, a printer and other IT equipment.

He sat down at a keyboard and a screen lit up. He messed around with the keys as I stood beside him my hand resting on the back of his chair. His head was bent as he concentrated on typing some gobbledegook language that he later told me was DOS, what ever the hell that was? I could see his surprisingly long neck with his hair over the collar of the thickish denim shirt and for a mad moment I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it.

I tried to take in what he was telling me about this new technology that now he mentioned it did ring bells for I recalled reading about and watching something on TV. It was all a bit difficult though and despite me feigning interest I think he soon realised it didn't really do that much for me.

Turning and looking up at me and flashing one of his lovely smiles he said. "Well you just remember in a few years when this is changing your life where you saw it first."

"Yes sir," I replied jokingly my hand accidentally touching his shoulder as he turned. 

I moved it away as he stood up alongside me. We were close, very close, too close I suppose for two people forging a normal relationship. So close that my breasts were almost touching his chest and I could smell his aftershave that, guiltily I worked out, was Eternity, the same as my husband often wore.

We looked at each other. We held the other's gaze. Maybe I should have moved, maybe he could have stood up from the other side of his chair and not the side where I was cramped in between his desk and a filing cabinet, possibly we could have both done something that didn't put us in this position so close together. But we didn't. Just like the manner in which we'd adjusted the way we walked together, it just happened. I often think back and wonder if Jack had stood up from the other side whether I would have this story to tell?

But he turned towards and not away from me and so it went on. It went on happening for what seemed ages. Time seemed to stand as still as Jack and I stood there looking at each other. Slowly, though, his hand reached up and rested on my arm mid-way between my elbow and shoulder. He was clearly struggling to say something. I could see that. I could see his lips start to open then close again. I could see it in his eyes, in the quizzical look on his face and the tenseness in his body. Not only could I see it I could feel it. The atmosphere between us as we stood there was heavy with expectation.

"Cat........," he started and then paused.

"Yes Jack," I replied in a whisper

We went silent again for a moment as I felt his fingers digging into my arm.

"Oh God I don't know, I'm so confused" he said, attractively huskily.

I started to say something.

"No Cat don't," he whispered.

"Why Jack?"

Still we didn't move and I knew something had to happen for we couldn't just stay there.

"What is it? What do you want me to say?" I asked.

If anything he moved even closer as he said softly. "Cat what would you say if I kissed you?"

"Oh Jack," I gushed not knowing what to say. Part of me was so scared and fearful of him doing that while another part was crying out for his lips to close around mine. I didn't know whether I wanted him or not. No that's not true I wanted him, but was scared to admit that to me or to say it to him.

"I don't know" I mumbled dropping my gaze and looking down my body noting with some horror that my hardened nipples were most obviously making big bumps in my tight top. "I just don't know."

"I'm sorry" he whispered moving his hand away.

"There's no need to be," I replied placing my hand on his arm, adding as I again looked into his eyes. "No need whatsoever."

"You mean that er, well that it'd be ok?"

I gazed right into his eyes and smiled as I whispered very, very softly. "Yes Jack I think I'd like that."

The kiss was everything anyone could expect a first kiss between two would be lovers to be. Soft, tender, affectionate and loving. Slow, languid, relaxed and tentative. Thrilling, exciting, daunting and arousing. 

How long we kissed I don't know. But as we got more into it so our arms went round each other and our hands stroked the others face and hair. Our lips moved against the other's lips and our tongues probed enquiringly at the other's tongue, teeth and lips. Jack sucked my lower lip and I gently bit on his. And still it went on. 

I was now pressed back against the tall filing cabinet and his body was touching, well more squashed against mine from his lips to my toes. My breasts were squashed against his chest. My tummy was against his stomach, our thighs were pressed together and one of my feet was on top of his. And of course in the middle his erection was growing against me the base of it pressing right on my pubic mound.

"Oh God I have so wanted this to happen" he whispered as he pulled my long hair away from my ear and poked the tip of his tongue into it.

"Yes Jack so have I, so have I" I moaned at last recognising that I did indeed want this to happen. 

As those admissions of mutual attraction and desire for each other hit us both so our arms went tighter around the other and our kissing became stronger, deeper and more adventurous.

His mouth slid across my chin, under it and down the front of my throat as I flung my head backwards loving the sensation of his lips and tongue on me. I held his face, ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the crown of his head. I ran my hands up and down his slim but so firm back and felt his round me resting on and softly squeezing the swell of flesh where my bottom flares out from my waist. The atmosphere was becoming more and more erotic. The want in both of us seemed to be increasing for we were both sighing and softly moaning as at last we gave vent to the pent up desires and needs we'd both kept hidden for so long.

I was back in his arms our mouths now in an unashamedly passionate way grinding together. I had one hand ruffling the hair on the back of his neck the other squeezing the top of his bottom near his hip. I was pressed back against the cabinet with his body moulded to mine his exciting erection pressing so suggestively into the softness of my stomach. I was wearing a tight, button up, sleeveless blouse I remember. It was thin and under it I was wearing a, for the times, a thin, very thin actually, bra. My pulsating hardened nipples were, as I'd noted earlier, making far too obvious impressions through both garments than decorum suggests.

I was primed, aroused, receptive and ready for him. I had accepted that I wanted him and was relieved that he wanted me as well. It seemed inevitable that we'd make love and every nerve end and sinew in my body was crying out for that. If they were crying one moment, the next, as he pressed his hardness right against my pubic mound and slithered it against me stimulating my clitoris they were screaming. And if they screamed then when his hand squeezed my breast they simply exploded.

I grunted and moaned softly with the beautiful combination of feelings. My hand round his neck pulled his lips tighter on mine while the other, confidently now, grabbed a handful of his bum urging him more firmly against my pussy. The buttons on my blouse came undone and I found my hand between us holding his length. It was then that something happened that even when we talked about it later we didn't understand. It was inconsistent with the strong petting we'd been doing. It contravened the what seemed inevitable continuation of our lovemaking. We stopped. Almost as one we discontinued. At the same time we both took our hands away from the other and we stopped kissing.

"This just isn't right is it Cat?" He said softly.

I was confused but in many ways relieved. 

"No Jack it isn't I replied" as he moved back a pace or two leaving me leaning there my bra covered breasts uncovered, my cleavage on show, my vividly hardened nipples poking through the lace.

"I'm so sorry Cat,"

"Yes Jack so am I," I replied feeling a little embarrassed standing there doing the buttons up on my blouse as he looked on. "But you're right" I added. "We shouldn't be doing this."

We talked very awkwardly probably making little sense as we both mulled over what had happened.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, usual time?" He said as we walked down the stairs to the front door.

I left his home and climbed into the car where Brad was anxiously waiting for me. The final few minutes had been terribly embarrassing and for the first time since I'd met Jack we didn't know how to act and what to say to each other.

I didn't feel able or that it was appropriate to meet him for the walk the next day. I'd soul searched, pondered and had felt awful remorse and guilt all the previous day and was still experiencing that the next morning so I walked Brad in a different place, alone. 

I had this rotten combination of knowing it was wrong to have done what I had with another woman's husband. It was wrong for her, for my children, for Richard and for me and what I believed in. I wasn't sure whether I'd led him on or not, but blamed myself for having the coffees with him at the café and for accepting the invitation to his home. Sure he'd promoted both ideas, but then men do don't they? All it needs is for us girls to say no and any temptation disappears. I hadn't either, said no or, shown any reluctance so I guess he'd thought I was up for anything as, for a time, I probably was. 

The other part of me, though, the woman as opposed to the mother and wife, thought a little differently. That couldn't get the feel of his lips and hands on me and the experience of holding his erection out its mind. That regretted him stopping.

I picked up the phone around lunchtime. Possibly the last voice in the world I expected to hear was Jack's for we'd never exchanged numbers.

"Cat I'm sorry to call you, it's Jack" the familiar but surprising voice said immediately sending a tremor of anticipation and excitement through me.

"That's ok," I replied.

"I was worried when you didn't turn up this morning for the walk. I hope you don't mind me getting your number from directory enquiries?"

"Worried? No of course I don't mind Jack."

"Yes I thought maybe that what happened yesterday meant that you didn't want to see me again."

As he said that the mum and wife part of me wanted to agree but the woman part stopped that and I heard myself saying. "Sorry I didn't think, I just needed time Jack."

"So you still want to see me then?"

"Yes, yes I do" I whispered, half of me so wanting that, the half dreading it

It was warm the next day. As we'd agreed on the phone we met a little earlier just after nine. I was wearing shorts and a sleeveless golf shirt that, not being on the course, I could wear outside my shorts. And, when Jack got out of his Mercedes estate car I saw that he was also wearing shorts. He hurried over to where I was standing, smiling all the way.

"Hi," he said his eyes boring into mine just as they had in his house yesterday.

"Hello Jack."

"I'm so pleased you're here Cat."

"And I'm pleased to be here," I replied as the two dogs bounded about around us.

We started walking both of us positively, I thought, avoiding the topic that was hanging so heavily between us. We talked of general topics for the length of the walk away from where we parked our cars and whilst we had coffee. It was only as we were passing through a fairly heavily wooded area a couple of hundred yards from the end that it came up, and how that happened I just have no idea.

Suddenly we were having one of those;

'I didn't know if you cared and I've felt something for ages' types of conversation. That, inevitably I suppose, led onto.

'But knowing you were married I didn't want to cause problems' statements to each other. And then to,

"Yes I did enjoy it."

"I didn't really want it to stop,"

"But it was the wrong time and the wrong place." 

That of course moved the conversation into the area where I think we both wanted it to go but were afraid to take it.

The,

"Yes I would do it again."

"Yes I will to do it again" and 

"Yes I want to do it again right now" as once more I was in his arms and we were kissing quite furiously.

There wasn't the tentativeness this time. We didn't need to pose questions and or wait for invitations. We knew what we both wanted and this time we felt able to go for it right from the outset.

Jack pulled me further into the woods so that anyone passing by would be unlikely to see us. We sat on an uprooted tree and we kissed and kissed and kissed. The dogs lying beside us, for they were now tired, we kissed the way that lovers who are experienced with each other kiss; confident and relaxed, assured and adventurous. 

Our hands behaved in a similar manner and it was after only a relatively short time that he was gently, at first, squeezing and caressing my breasts outside my golf shirt. I showed him no resistance whatsoever for he was doing precisely what I wanted him to do so, when I felt the tips of his fingers on the bare skin underneath the shirt just above my waist, I did nothing to deter him. Nothing at all to stop or divert him. Not one action, deed or word to stop him sliding his hand up inside my shirt and right onto my tits. And when he found them and started squeezing and rubbing them through the thin bra I felt my entire body responding to him. It seemed to explode with amazing sensations everywhere. As that happened there was nothing in the world that my befuddled by sexual arousal mind told my body I wanted more, than to be fucked by Jack right there and right then.

I hadn't had sex for ages let alone in an adventurous that even the possibility of someone walking past and seeing two bodies writhing around in sexual ecstasy didn't faze me.

So;

as he eased each boob out of its cup, 

as he rolled the shirt up, 

as he exposed my breasts to the open air and, more importantly, to his gaze,

as he stoked my bare flesh and squeezed my swollen nipples for the first time,

and as I undid his shirt and ran my hands over his lightly haired, firm and slender chest,

my mind was on just that one thing. Being fucked by him in the open air.

But of course we couldn't do that. Inevitably we stopped just soon enough. Like the two respectably, married people we are we resisted the terrible temptation to make love there and then.

Laughing and making little jokes about it we acknowledged that we shouldn't, but we agreed we wanted to and, more to the point, that soon we would have sex. We would have it for we had to. As simple as that. We agreed that we had to have sex together. It was an essential thing for us to do.

As I readjusted my bra and top we stood up and I saw inside his thin trousers the wonderful bulge of his erection. I didn't say or do anything. We weren't sexually comfortable enough with each other yet for me to offer him a quick blow or hand job. Although a large part of me wanted to feel him, to remove his trousers, to see, my soon to be lover naked and rampant for me. 

"Hmmm," he smiled looking down at it. "We'd better take our time getting out of these woods."

As we walked I opened up the topic of his wife and family.

"Look Cat I don't know where we're going with this, I don't know what'll happen to us and how long anything will last" Jack replied a little oddly I thought my heart missing a beat when I thought. "Maybe he'll stop it now." He went on. "I've never done anything like this, I've never been unfaithful to my wife and quite frankly, I've never really strongly wanted to."



My One Big Affair Ch. 02



As we strolled out of the woods and across the car park, I opened up the topic of our partners and families. Jack interrupted me.

"Look Cat I don't know where we're going with this, I don't know what'll happen to us and how long anything will last" he said a little indelicately I thought my heart missing a beat when I pondered. "Maybe he'll stop it now." He went on. "I've never done anything like this, I've never been unfaithful to my wife and quite frankly, I've never really strongly wanted to."

I looked at him rather quizzically I suspect as I said, genuinely enquiring of him. "But you do now?"

His arms around me, his opened lips on mine and his tongue deep in my mouth was answer enough really. But the wonderful words he used totally confirmed that he did.

"I've never desired a woman so much as I so utterly desire you."

He whispered making me whimper. He went on.

"I've thought of little else than making love to you for weeks Cat."

That crashed into my mind giving me all the extra assurance I didn't really even need but so adored having.

He went on.

"But I think we need to agree one thing Cat."

"And what's that?" I asked now confident that he wasn't trying to end things before they'd hardly begun.

"I think we should try to avoid talking about our families don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do," I replied both relieved that was all he was going to say but also agreeing with him.

We reached the cars and stood there for a while.

"So Cat what do we do now?"

"I don't know," I replied moving slightly closer to him and brushing a lock of his hair away that had attractively tumbled down his forehead. "I've never done anything like this before either you know."

"No, no of course you haven't. Forgive me I shouldn't have asked that."

"Don't be silly, that's ok," I whispered, glancing around the small car park surrounded by trees and seeing no one I kissed him softly on the lips. "You don't need forgiveness for anything."

A smile on his ruggedly handsome face he said as he cupped my breast.

"Not even for doing this?"

I smiled back. "Especially not for doing that" as I pressed myself against him.

"Or" he went on gently pinching my nipple. "Suggesting we need to make love."

"No Jack not for that even though............." I hesitated before going on. "It is such a big step isn't it?"

"Yes love it is. And I sometimes wonder............" he said hesitantly. Whether we'll be brave or silly enough to take that step. Do you know what I mean?"

As he said that with such plain sincerity and honesty on his face I think the last resistance to me falling in love with him simply evaporated. It was some time, though, before I could admit that to myself let alone him. I slid into his arms and loved the feeling of them closing round me. He made me feel safe and so wanted.

"Yes darling" I whispered my mouth pressed against his chest thus muffling what I said. "I know exactly what you mean. It's terrible isn't it?

And that was the theme of our thinking and talking and hence, our relationship over the next ten days or so.

I was totally torn. Emotionally bisected. I had some of the most exciting moments and anguishing times I've ever experienced. When I was with Jack I wanted him so badly and I would have done anything he asked of me. When alone I visualised us together, firstly just naked, then making love and then on my more flights of fancy, living together. But when I was with Richard and the children reality clicked in and deep down I felt there was no future and if that was the case should there be a present I wondered? If longer term we were bound to fail then why break my vows, why cheat and lie and why be unfaithful to all I'd held dear for so long? But almost as soon as I posed that question in my mind my body interrupted the logical thought patterns with a powerful answer.

'Because you need a good fucking by a man you love as opposed to one you're becoming to find tedious and unloving and who pays so little attention to you!' It advised me, probably correctly.

I, and so he told me, he as well, varied from.

Thinking. 'This has to stop."

To Jack undoing my bra and me taking it off.

From. "We mustn't go further."

To me holding his erection inside his opened trousers and him running his fingers around and inside my pussy.

From "We really should end it."

To us coming so near to making full love on two occasions. 

Once when I sat on his lap facing him and he undid my top and unclipped my bra and I got his erection out. It was pressing right against my panties. Right against my soaked pussy lips inside them. He pulled the material aside and touched me there and I nearly climaxed. I pressed his hard cock against my clit and we both knew we were so close, but somehow we stopped. 

The next day, though, I was leaning back against a tree deeper in the woods. I'd taken my bra off and his hands had pushed the skirt I'd purposefully worn right up round my waist. His trousers were also undone and I'd been stroking his erection. It would have been so easy, so simple and straightforward to have just done it had the dogs not started barking and warning us of someone approaching.

That short period of nearly 'doing it' got harder to take when we were apart but more amazingly exciting when together. Looking back I'm, in some ways pleased we didn't' rush into full sex for that week or so of that heavy petting in those woods and in his car was so exciting that I shall treasure it for the rest of my life.

It was teaming down. One of those torrents that you just know is going on all day. There was no way we could walk the dogs but we met in any case. 

"Follow me," he smiled from his car to mine. 

We went deeper into the forest down ever narrower lanes until we reached a dead end in a clearing. I followed him across to the furthest corner that was slightly hidden from the rest of the clearing by the way the trees hung down. Jack got out mouthing to me through the noise of the rain on the leaves to stay where I was. He undid the tailgate of my BMW estate and took Brad out and put him in his car. He then got into the back of mine throwing his waterproof over the back of the seat.

"Is madam gonna climb over or walk round?" he asked laughing.

It was there in the back of my car, in a clearing in a forest, with the rain pouring down where all my vows and beliefs went out the window. There where I was unfaithful and committed adultery for the first time. There where the full sexual side of our affair started for it was there in that car in that forest that Jack fucked me for the first time. It wasn't, though, as it should have been, not as I'd envisaged it. No having sex for the first time outside my marriage shouldn't have been like that. And afterwards as I sat there crying my heart out as Jack tried to console me, we agreed it had been a disaster.

"Perhaps that's fate telling us something" I sobbed as I sat there naked above the waist my breasts jiggling as I cried.

"No darling" he said stroking and caressing me.

It had started going wrong when we'd laid back into the corner of the seat. It wasn't comfortable, there didn't seem to be enough room but we were both so aroused it hadn't mattered at first. As we kissed and cuddled so we'd started to undress each other and that also wasn't easy. Nothing seemed to go smoothly and continually he was apologising for hurting me or I was moving around adjusting my position. My blouse was open, my bra was under the front seat and my skirt that again I'd worn exactly for this reason, was around my waist. For the first time Jack started to take my panties down and for some reason I panicked a bit.

"What if anyone comes" I said?

"Well darling I'm rather hoping we both do that he replied a little insensitively" tugging on the white satin panties that were now half way down my thighs. I lay there as good as naked with just the bundled up skirt around my waist and tummy providing any cover for my body as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. 

It wasn't how I wanted my lover to gaze upon my nude, well almost, body for the first time. It wasn't the place where I wanted us to consummate our affair and it wasn't the time for us to do that. Not in mid-morning in the back of car in car-park in a rainstorm. It was altogether too uncomfortable, too dangerous, too rushed and, really, overall too sordid for this very special event. 

I wasn't relaxed. Although aroused when we started and when he kissed and he caressed my breasts and ran his hand up my bare legs I didn't feel as I normally did when about to have sex. There wasn't the powerful feelings, the irritation around my pussy, the heat flowing out from that and the heaviness in my breasts. I guess I may have been physically aroused but for the above reasons I wasn't fully tuned in that way emotionally.

But we tried to do it. My knickers did come off and joined my bra under the seat. Jack's jeans and boxers were pushed down right to beneath his knees and he did lie between my awkwardly opened legs. My breasts were crushed against his chest but, due to the situation, that was covered in a shirt and a sweater so I didn't feel his skin against mine. We held each other and as he pressed his hardness against me and I felt the tip of his penis nuzzling against my lips I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

"Yes Jack, yes."

He pulled away and fumbling in his pockets eventually found a condom that due to the cramped position he struggled to open and put on. At last it was on and he was again pressing the bulbous head right against my lips.

I knew, though, that something was wrong and so did he. It wasn't just that he was trying to enter me from the wrong angle, but also, amazingly, I wasn't wet. As much as he pressed, so my dryness resisted his entrance and my body tightened up even more. And as much as he was denied penetration so his mind began to panic and his hardness reduced.

A few weeks later we were able to laugh at how, with our first real sex, I dried up and he couldn't keep it up. But in the back of my car that morning it was far from a laughing matter. 

It's a very difficult subject to confront isn't it? It's not easy to talk about sexual failure especially sitting in the back of a car our clothes in disarray. It's hard to debate a woman not becoming lubricated or a man losing his erection for both can imply a lack of fancying of the other person. In our cases, though, it was nothing to do with fancying the other, it was all about, guilt, fear and trepidation.

"I'm sure it'll be ok," he said encouragingly as we both struggled back into our clothing.

"I know Jack but maybe someone's telling us something, maybe it's fate warning us advising us saying don't do it?"

"Cat if you really believe that and feel it's best not to then we won't. But," he went on quietly his soft fingertips gliding across my still inflamed breasts sending shivers of strong desire through me. "I don't really think you do." He took my chin in his fingers and turning my face so it was looking at him asked. "Do you?"

"No." I whispered looking away for I didn't want him for some reason to see the lust and desire that was probably showing in my eyes. "But, er, um, oh I don't know," I sighed burying my face in my hands.

And there was a lot more of ers and ums over the next few days when we walked the dogs. The weather wasn't very nice so we stopped the coffee and took to going to that car park instead. Again putting the dogs in one car we'd get in the other and we'd kiss and cuddle. Well more than kiss and cuddle for now under the front seat had the regular visit of my bra and often my panties as well. For now we were becoming more and more comfortable in doing everything except having full penetrative sex. For now Jack made me cum every day and sometimes two or three times. For now I was regularly taking his erection from his jeans and for now I was also masturbating him. Full sex was becoming inevitable. But it was an inevitability that we both resisted. In a way we were like teenage virgins knowing that we would have sex, but realising the enormity of it so we found ways to put it off.

But it wasn't with Jack that I had sex next. Well not physically. It may have been emotionally that I received him into my body but the physical intruder wasn't Jack but my husband Richard. It was so ironic I thought as he fucked me that very night that earlier in the day I'd come so near to being fucked by another man. As Richard thrust in and out of me I recall thinking. 

"God I'm so wet for him, a man I'm starting to dislike, yet for one I'm falling in love with I was as dry as a bone."

Most nights before going to bed I sit in front of my dressing table to brush my hair and finish removing my make-up. Sometimes I wear a dressing gown, often, particularly when Richard and I were getting on well, I would be naked but that night I was just wearing my panties. I remember they were light blue. I also remember they weren't the ones that had earlier been under the seat of my car. Richard was in bed reading and watching the news. 

Suddenly he got out and without a word came up behind me, kissed the back of my head, put his arms around me, grabbed my breasts and pressed his evident erection against my back.

"What are you doing?" I asked sounding surprised and shocked maybe because my mind with regards to sex was now focused totally on one man and that wasn't Richard.

"Trying to have sex with the most ravishing woman I know" he replied rather smarmingly.

"Well maybe she doesn't feel like it?" I responded.

"Well maybe this'll help her feel a little more like it," he went on stroking and pinching my nipples with one hand in just the way he knew I liked it as he slid the other down between my legs.

The combination of his erection pressing into me, his hands on my breasts and pussy and the thoughts of what Jack and I had so nearly done and, indeed, what we had done earlier today, got to me. I didn't want them to and I tried to stop them but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I just couldn't stop myself responding to my husband although as I did it was Jack's hands that were on my body, his lips on mine and his cock in my hand.

In my mind, in my wishful imaginations it was Jack that pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed. It was him that kissed and caressed me and it was his hardness that I stroked and rubbed. 

And as Richard turned me over saying. "I want you this wa," it was Jack's erection that momentarily pressed right against the entrance to my anus. I panicked for a moment thinking that Richard was going to force his way in there but he didn't. He knew that I wouldn't want that and that I have a slight distaste for anal penetration, well at least by a penis, so he slid past that place and was quickly inside me.

"My my, madam is wet, you must have wanted it, or me very badly," he said as he pushed his way right up me until I could feel his pubes against my bottom and his balls against my thighs.

Then to my consternation, amazement and remorse he fucked me to an enormous and incredibly satisfying double orgasm.

I felt terrible the next day. It was as though I'd been unfaithful to Jack. Even though neither of us had discussed sex with our partners I sort of felt that we wouldn't be having it with them. I felt that I should have been able to resist my husband and keep myself "pure and clean" for my lover, if that makes any sense. In effect my rather convoluted logic was saying.

"Don't give your husband his conjugal rights while you're considering being unfaithful to him by committing adultery with your lover."

Also in some ways I, rather desperately at times, wanted to ask Jack whether he still had sex with Fiona but, fearing the answer and him asking the ,do you and him' question, I thought that some things are best left unsaid

"Cat would you consider" Jack asked a week or so after the abortive session in my car. "A hotel one afternoon?"

It's odd but until he mentioned it, it hadn't occurred to me that a couple could take a hotel room for a few hours. Silly I know but totally true. And when Jack explained that you could settle your bill with the express check out from your TV so no one saw you leave and you avoided the embarrassment of seeing a check- out clerk it sounded perfect and was of course the obvious answer to our dilemma. The logical solution to our problem. The appropriate way to achieve our objective of having sex in nice surroundings and not our own homes. 

We set the date a couple of days later and I announced to my daughter, Richard was in the States and my son was at football training that I'd be at a meeting in town and wouldn't be home when she got back from school. I told Richard on the phone that the meeting might go on and could involve drinks and maybe even dinner for the agency was introducing me to a new client. I'd just started back to work for I found doing nothing both boring and mind numbing so I'd gone back to my earliest trade copywriting for an ad agency. 

It was on a freelance basis so that meant I could pretty much work when I wanted and apart from the occasional meeting I could work from home, This was much more convenient for looking after the children, tending to the house, walking the dog and, of course, for having an affair. And that was what I considered I'd been doing for some time even though it hadn't yet been fully consummated. In my mind that was not relevant or pertinent. I'd been both emotionally and physically unfaithful by letting Jack be so intimate with me and by me wanting so much to be with him. I was rejecting my husband more and more even though that night after my near shag in the car the orgasms he, or was it the thought of Jack, gave me did raise even more concerns and conflicts in my mind about just how crazy and complicated my life was becoming.

It became even more complicated after the next Wednesday, the day we'd agreed to go to the hotel. The day we'd agreed to have lunch together. The day we'd both made excuses to our partners so we could spend most of the day together. Yes the day we spent some seven hours in bed making the most delicious and comprehensive love together. The day that Jack and I became lovers and the day we both were unfaithful for the first, and second and third times as well actually, to our respective spouses.

I was acutely conscious as I travelled up to London by train that I was wearing stockings and suspenders. The short, tightness of the black, crepe dress reminded me of that with almost every step I'd taken walking from the cab to the train at St Albans station and with every movement I made as I sat on the bench seat for the forty minute ride to Kings Cross. I wasn't used to wearing stockings and suspenders. Although I'd hitched them up as high as I could I was aware that if the skirt rode up a little then a bit of my stocking tops would show and if I moved suddenly causing the skirt to ride up further then all of them would be exposed. I like to sit with one leg crossed over the other but that was impossible so it was quite an uncomfortable journey sitting with my knees pressed together. Even like that the hem of the skirt was dangerously some four or five inches above my knees and, due to the thin, clingy material, there were suggestive lumps on each thigh where the small buckles of the suspenders made indentations. The sacrifices and risks one takes for an affair I smiled as we pulled in to the statio

I'd decided not to use the Piccadilly line, but instead to get a cab to Park Lane where I was meeting Jack. Walking along the platforms and going up the long escalator I don't think I was kidding myself when I thought I could feel men's eyes on me most of the time. I suppose I was a little overdressed to most late morning tube travellers. The black dress was tight, it was fairly short and it was sleeveless. Although it was June I was wearing what men may have conjectured were tights or stockings. I was wearing strappy shoes with high heels and carrying one of those small handbags with a pair of long chains to go over my shoulder. My hair had been expensively made to look as though I'd been pulled through a hedge backwards and I was wearing full make up. I felt good and hoped I looked good and deep down wondered if others thought. 




My One Big Affair Ch. 02



"I bet she's meeting her lover!"

I felt nervous walking into the bar of the luxurious hotel Inn on the Park. I always feel a little jittery when entering a bar or restaurant alone. I feel people staring and that makes me ill at ease. But today I didn't feel just a little jittery I was almost shaking with nerves as I, panicking a little, hurriedly scanned the room for Jack. 

Driving along Oxford Street in the cab I'd had doubts. Both as to whether I should go through with it and as to if Jack would? Would he at the last moment have a change of heart, lose his nerve, decide to stay faithful? Would I really be able to carry it off? What would it be like as we ate lunch, as we went to the room, as we undressed and as we made love? Would his and my concerns and guilt over what we were doing get the better of us and prevent us going further? Would it, I thought my heart dropping seemingly into my shoes, be like the time in the car? And most of all in some ways what would it be like being naked, well as good as I smiled thinking if the suspender belt and stockings I was wearing, in bed with a man other than my husband?

We'd agreed that he'd book a room and that we'd have lunch. We'd also agreed that at the end of lunch we'd decide if were actually going to go to the room.

"There mustn't be any pressure," Jack had said as I lay in his arms in the back of his car my bare breasts in his hands as we'd made the arrangements. "It has to be Cat, because you really want to. Because your heart, body and mind are all comfortable about it" he'd gone on.

"Jack" I said fairly sharply. "The way you're making my mind, body and heart feel at the moment I could do it now."

"No darling, we mustn't." He'd retorted as he slid his hand right up my leg and onto my bare pussy saying. "Must we?" posing the unanswerable question.

His smile from the table in a corner by a window overlooking Hyde Park sent a shiver of expectancy through me and at the same time reassured me. I walked across to him and felt wonderful as he slid his arm lightly around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. Such a simple gesture but one that most of the time is taboo for those engaged in an affair. He was wearing a beige, linen jacket with thin, black trousers and a white shirt open at the neck. He looked fantastic and the sight of him as he stood up literally did take my breath away; God I so wanted him.

He ordered the drinks and we chatted rather nervously and hesitantly. Despite that the mere fact of being together as a couple in public was marvellous. Smiling knowingly at each other, touching hands or arms, trailing fingertips across the back of the others wrist. Simple gestures but, in this our first real taste of being a couple, so meaningful and wonderful

Lunch passed by in a fog of indecision.

As we ordered I felt that things were going wrong. We couldn't recreate the normal chatty, relaxed and gregarious mood of the dog walking. During the starter I felt a little better, but Jack seemed to be quieter than normal and, rather worryingly, kept glancing around the room just in case, I assumed, someone he knew might be there. That brought home the dangers to me and I too started looking around in case a business colleague of Richard's entered.

As the lovely wine did it's magic with the lamb main course I did relax a little. I pressed back against his foot under the table and as the waiter cleared the table I felt able to unashamedly let him hold my hand in public for the first time.

But still nothing was said or hinted at by either of us as to what was to happen after the meal. The bedroom or back on the tube!

"Just coffee for me please," I replied.

"Maybe a brandy or something," Jack suggested.

"No I don't think so I've had rather a lot of wine."

Leaning forward and placing his mouth quite close to my ear as he squeezed my hand he said.

"Well we can always order it from the room can't we? Shall we go?"

It hit me then. The full enormity struck me. All that he and I had done in those woods and in our cars overwhelmed me. I had a moment of panic as the thought of committing adultery came into my mind. A huge doubt and a major degree of concern flooded my brain as the image of having sex with another woman's lifetime partner came into it. But feeling his hand squeezing mine and looking up and seeing the sheer look of love in his eyes told me finally that it was the right thing for us to do and it was something we simply had to do.

I leaned over to him and rather melodramatically whispered.

"Yes Jack please take me there and make love to me right now." 



My One Big Affair Ch. 03



It was the perfect room for the start of an affair. Big, bright and beautiful with views across Park Lane to Hyde Park it was the perfect accompaniment to the meal, our circumstances and our desires and the most wonderful contradiction to the sordid fumblings we'd had in the woods and in our cars.

"Oh Jack it's beautiful," I whispered as we glided into each other's arms.

We were both tense with expectancy but relaxed with the confidence that we'd both now made the 'ungoable' back commitment to fully consummate our affair. My body was tingling with the anticipation of so many things. 

I wanted to be naked against Jack. 

I wanted to feel my bare breasts against his nicely hairy, firm and fit tanned chest. 

I wanted his hands to roam uninhibitedly over my body visiting any place he wished and giving any stimulation he wanted to any part of me.

I wanted to hold his erection, feel its warmth, strength, heat and press its hardness against me. 

I wanted us to make oral love to each other individually and together.

But most of all I wanted Jack inside me. Every sinew in my body, every thought in my mind and every nerve end throughout me was attuned to that one thing. Him accepting the invitation I would extend to him to make full, complete and total love to me.

Our mouths pressed together as we stood in the centre of the ludicrously expensive central London bedroom, I felt him growing against my tummy until he was hard and fully erect. He pushed forward confidently and I squirmed back in that sort of pre fuck dance of such erotic promise that lovers enjoy.

I felt him undoing the zip on the back of my dress and sliding it down. He pushed the arms and I shrugged my shoulders so that the top of it slid off me and started to slither down my body. We parted slightly to allow the dress to complete its journey to lie in a black pool around my feet on the floor. I felt so good. I felt wanton and wanted, lusted for and loved, needed and nurtured and so many other marvellously exciting and enticing things as well. 

Being semi-naked or in my underwear with a fully dressed man has always been a big turn on for me. I have no idea why. I am, though, a believer in democracy in the bedroom and equally enjoy being fully dressed with my partner naked. Although by no means being dominating or having the need to always direct and control proceedings I do need to play an equal part in everything. And that's both in the build-up and the actual act itself. I feel fully franchised to do so and I gain the most pleasure when it really is completely two-way.

Just stand there a moment," I whispered easing myself out of his arms. Let me undress you?"

"Oh God Cat," he moaned as he saw clearly for the first time what I was wearing. The strappy high heeled shoes and black stockings. The black silk thong. The lacy, slightly too tight suspender belt and the completely see through, black net bra that had the added feature, that had driven Richard wild the first time I'd worn one like it, of having the clasp nestling suggestively in my cleavage at the front. So much easier for men to undo I always think.

Feeling so full of love for him and lusting so much for his body I started to undo the buttons on his shirt as I planted little kisses all over his face. The shirt undone I pushed the collar and the shirtsleeves down so that he was held as if in a straight-jacket. Kissing him full on the lips and pressing my breasts against his bare chest I snarled.

"At last I've got you where I want you. Trussed up and powerless."

Smiling he replied.

"Then do with me what you will."

"Oh baby," I whimpered. "I will, I will."

"And what do you want to do Cat?" He asked thrusting his wonderfully hard but unfortunately still hidden erection right against my pubic mound the shape and size of which were accentuated by the thin, black material clinging to it like a second skin.

"You know that. You know what I want."

"Tell me, tell me I want to hear you say it."

"I want us to make love."

"Yes but more, say more" he said as his somewhat restricted hands met mine on his belt and zip.

"How, why, what do you mean?" I stammered as between us we slid his black socks off so that he stood before me naked apart from his black boxers and his open shirt that was draped from his arms.

Now if being naked or half undressed when my lover is still dressed is a turn on for me the reverse I find even more stimulating. So with my soon to be lover in my arms nearly naked and me in my underwear I felt amazingly wanton and incredibly turned on. Is it a power thing, maybe a touch of exhibitionism or possibly just teasing? I don't know but I felt marvellous, relaxed, confident, assured, ready and so fucking horny that I said out loud.

"I want you to fuck me Jack."

As in that film with Tom Cruise, Gerry Malone, he said. "Louder."

And with the silliness of aroused lovers I almost shouted.

"I want you to fuck me." 

"Yes" he joined in as loud as me. "I want to fuck you Cat and I'm going to fuck you."

And fuck me he did. And fuck him I did and together we fucked and fucked and fucked that early summer afternoon and evening away.

Without another word we looked at each other and he slid his boxers down as I pushed my black, silk panties down my stocking covered legs.

"Lay on the bed darling," I murmured standing beside it with one knee resting on it as I leered at his gorgeously naked and magnificently rampant body. He really did look fantastic. Of course I'd seen parts of his body many times, but I'd never seen all of it at the same time. People that have affairs and are forced to use cars or woods for their lovemaking rarely have the luxury of total nudity. But when in the peace and seclusion of a hotel room they do have that luxury and I now had the opportunity to ogle at just what I'd been missing.

Jack was over six feet and had a lean, athletic looking body with nicely defined but not overly bulky muscles. He had a slight tan having had a week in Egypt with his wife and kids at Easter and where he'd worn his shorts there were strips of white that looked slightly ridiculous really. He has long, slender legs, long distance runners legs not those of a sprinter. A fair sprinkle of hairs stretch down his tuned chest and over his very flat tummy to sprout out into a nice mass of light brown pubic hair. Bursting out of that upwards was his cock that I can only describe as being beautiful. It wasn't overly long or thick but just right. It was pleasantly pink and not verging on the almost brown of some men. He wasn't circumcised so he had the space ship shape with the tip of it tapering to almost a point where the ruffled edge of his foreskin was strained against the bulbous purple of his gland. Hanging downward, lying on his slightly opened thighs were his balls. From my, fairly limited, experience I felt he had a large scrotum. It stretched downward some way and seemed full and bloated. I could just imagine cupping it and feeling his balls in my hands. I adore that feeling. The feel of a man's balls in my hands. Rolling them around and gently and carefully squeezing them. Kissing them, licking them and then slowly sucking one then the other and perhaps then both into my mouth. I sometimes wonder if the buzz and pleasure men get from our breasts is similar to what we get from their balls?

Wordlessly looking at each other we prepared to make love. To go all the way in the breaking of our marriage commitments. To finalise our sexual unfaithfulness to our longer term partners the mother and the father of our children. 

As Jack lay there naked his fingertips resting on and slowly stroking his cock and as my, slightly shaking, fingers fumbled with the front fastener of my bra so all those thoughts once more went through me as I imagined they did him as well. But this time there was nothing sordid about it. This time it didn't feel wrong. This time we weren't fumbling guiltily in the back of a car, but instead we were in the palatial luxury of one of London's top hotels. This time everything felt perfect. 

I undid the clasp and more slowly than was really necessary I rolled the net cups of the bra off each orb and away from me so that my blood-red, tipped breasts were bared for my lover. 

"Oh Cat they look fabulous" he sighed rolling across the bed and reaching out for me.

"Oh no not yet baby" I smiled rolling my boobs together loving both the feel of that and the look of almost adoration on his face. I went to unclip the stockings from the suspender belt. Jack said quite loudly.

"No way Cat, keep both that and the stockings on, they look fantastic."

I wasn't too worried that the stockings might get laddered for along with a couple of pairs of spare panties I had brought some tights just in case.

He'd told me many times that he was an unabashed tit man and it was those that had physically been the strongest initial appeal of me to him. I'd asked about his wife who he'd said had been around 34 C all of their marriage so he was well experienced and quite adept at "boobplay," unlike men with flat-chested wives seem to be, or so I'm told!!

Things moved faster after that. One super exciting event took place and unfolded rapidly into another with more pace. The time for a slow, gentle and languid build up had passed. It was long gone and what was needed now was an enthusiastic and energetic coupling. A fairly quick consumation of our love affair. All the longing and pent up desire, the anticipation and expectancy of this moment exploded simultaneously in both of us.

I was on the bed in his arms. His hands were on my breasts and all over my body. Mine stroked his chest, fondled the cheeks of his magnificent arse and grasped his pulsating erection that I now so desperately wanted to have inside me. Jack sucked my breasts and bit tantalisingly so perfectly on my swollen, aching nipples as his fingers circled my clitoris and ran round my soaked lips.

We both knew that the moment was near. Our bodies and minds told us that and had been tuned into it. Slowly he rolled me onto my back. Gently he lay on top of me the pressure of his legs urging mine apart. He eased himself into that wonderfully erotic position where his erection was pressed firmly against my pubic bone and the slightest movement sent the most exquisite sensations through me. And like the considerate and adept lover he was he made frequent such movements.

"Make love to me now Jack," I sighed as he raised himself up and rested on one elbow his other hand producing a condom still in its packet.

"No my darling, not with that. I want to feel you, I want you inside me naked and bare."

"Oh Cat yes" he said sounding pleased and grateful.

And then with a shrug of his body he was between my thighs, the tip, of his cock was nuzzling against me as we kissed and roamed our hands over the other's body.

I could feel my lips opening for him. I could feel my body opening and my mind expanding as if his cock was an LSD tablet as slowly he eased himself between them. 

"Now, now" I moaned already in the early stages of an orgasm.

"What do you want me to do darling," he teased.

"Make love to me."

"Oh God Cat, I've so wanted to hear those words at a time when I could do just that."

"And I've so wanted to say them to you Jac," I moaned as again our opened mouths met in a deep and so passionate kiss.

Can there be anything more erotic and sexy for a woman than to be in her lover's arms, with her hands running up and down his back and onto his bum as they kiss and as he starts to slide his erection into her? If there is then I haven't found it, but I did find that most erotic and sexy experience in that hotel room lying on the huge double bed with Jack.

Slowly at first. So wonderfully slowly he edged the bulbous uncircumcised knob end of his penis into me. My lips opened so easily and so welcomingly for him. They wrapped themselves around him. Cosseting and cuddling him they urged him to go further. And Jack knew exactly how far and how fast he should go. Smooth as silk he slid himself into me giving me such wondrous sensations as inch by inch he filled me. Filled me it felt to overflowing although, in all truthfulness, he wasn't that large, just superbly average I smiled as I revelled in the feelings he was causing. The feelings that were both emotional and physical. But for me, thankfully, the emotions I experienced as his erection probed to its deepest inside me, did not include, guilt or doubt, remorse or concerns as I'd dreaded they might when I'd pictured this scene in my mind so many times since we'd agreed on the hotel venue. No the emotions I felt, were excitement, anticipation, relief, that at last we were doing it, desire for more and one other. The one that in many ways I most dreaded. The one that I knew would be the most difficult to come to terms with and the hardest to handle. Yes, as Jack's tongue plunged as deeply, it seemed, into my widely opened mouth as his cock was up my cunt my mind and heart were becoming overwhelmed with love for him. I knew that as the insides of my vagina revelled in the sensations he was causing the last vestiges of my resistance to falling in love with him simply fell apart.

"Oh God, yes Jack, yes, yes, yes," I moaned my head rolling from side to side.

"This is fantastic darling" he grunted now starting to pump himself in and out of me his legs gliding easily over the black nylon in which my legs were encased. 

He was superb. Long, slow, deep thrusts. Surges into me that pressed the hilt of his penis firmly against my clitoris then slithering outwards until only the bulbous end was in me. In and out. Up and down and back and forth. All the time we were kissing and whimpering remarks to each other. All the time we were adding to our pleasures by using our hands. All the time we caressed each other and all the time we squirmed our bodies together. 

But all the time makes it sound a long time. And it may well have been, although after we finished I realised it had been less than ten minutes between me taking my panties off and my orgasm subsiding after we'd made such wondrous love. What a ten minutes that was though. They really were ten minutes that changed our lives. It was a bit like being in a fog of intense feelings, a dream or being hypnotised. It was a bit like smoking a joint for the first time or being nearly drunk. And I suppose in a way I was drunk. Not on alcohol but on sex and love.

"Cat I'm starting" he said considerately and with a worried tone to his voice.

"Yes Jack cum" I stammered back finding it hard to breath let alone talk so extreme were the sensations from my orgasm. "I am as well."

And truly, the bells did ring out, the orchestra did play, probably the 1812 overture or the Bolero, the fireworks exploded and the earth most certainly did move for us both. It was psychedelic, mesmeric and absolutely fucking angelic as he thrust himself in and out of me quickly and forcibly several times. And then ramrod stiff and straight he held his cock in me as far as it would go, gripped the cheeks of my bum with both hands and with a series of really deep moans and grunts he came. The explosion of his feelings and the spurting of his cum into me coincided with the top of my head being blown off and my tits exploding with the pressure transmitted to them from my clitoris that had grown to what seemed inches long.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, darlin," I groaned licking and kissing has face.

"No don't say that, don't say thank you it should me saying that" he retorted licking my neck and chest and breasts before his head fell onto my shoulder.

We lay like that for ages. His cock slowly deflated and slid almost out of me but still he didn't move and still we remained in each other's arms occasionally giving the other small kisses or gentle caresses. It was as near perfection as sex can be I thought as he lifted his face up and looked me directly in the eye holding my head in his hands.

"Cat, I feel oh I don't know" he whispered softly.

"Oh Jack I know," I replied perhaps somewhat ambitiously. "I know darling."

"Do you Cat, do you really feel the same."

"Yes darling" I smiled lovingly kissing his lips as I whispered. "Jack I think I've fallen in love with you."

He almost laughed as he sighed back. "Oh Cat yes, yes, so have I."

"Not with yourself" I replied joining in the laughter with him. "But having said that you deserve to when you make love like that darling" I went on kissing him and pressing my pubic mound against his now flaccid penis.

We kissed again deeply and lovingly sort of rejoicing in the fact that we'd now revealed our innermost thoughts to the other. We chatted about the things that I guess are normal with two people who've just declared their love for each other. We had the 'I didn't know if you felt the same' sort of conversation. 

At last he rolled off me and we lay side by side unashamedly naked our arms round each other as we relaxed and became very at ease with the situation. All other considerations seemed to vanish. Nothing outside this room, well not even that, the bed really, seemed to matter. The bed was our world, our domain, our natural habitat as both of us cast everything else to one side. 

All the worries about committing adultery and being unfaithful seemed to pall into insignificance when compared to the fact that we loved each other.

All the doubts and concerns, the 'should we or shouldn't we's?, had been answered in such a powerful fashion by the sheer intensity of the orgasm we'd shared.

We laughed and joked about how wonderful it was carefully, though, not touching on the future. Now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for now, not then. Now was for us not for thinking of others. Now was for our bodies and enjoying them. Now was for us to take our lovemaking onto the inevitable new heights we both wanted.

And we did.

We showered together making the most exquisite and tender, but as always when in water, exciting love imaginable. I felt so utterly decadent standing naked in the huge shower cubicle. I was leaning forward supporting myself with my hands on the tiled wall, with the water pouring over my body making it glisten as Jack made love to me from behind. I love being fucked from the rear. The penetration seems deeper and often the feelings are more intense. With Jack I started with my legs open so allow him easy access, but as he started slithering up and down inside me so I closed my legs, that intensifies the feelings. As we both got near so I actually, almost unknowingly, crossed my legs increasing the pressure on Jack's erection and accentuating the feelings in my pussy. As we both climaxed we slid to the floor. At first we lay there sighing, softly moaning and stroking each other, but then as the amazing sensations subsided we started giggling. It was a magical moment.

We had room service with me hiding embarrassed in the bathroom when the waiter delivered the trays. He must, I thought, have smelled sex in the room but of course he said nothing pocketing the fiver Jack gave him with the ease and speed of a professional at being in embarrassing situations.

Dressed in the wonderful, fluffy, white robes supplied by the hotel we sat around drinking tea and nibbling on the sandwiches and bits and bobs they'd sent up as their afternoon snack. We'd ordered wine but we were both loath to drink too much for as I put my watch back on after showering I saw that it was still only five thirty and realised with an eager shudder that we could be in this room for at least another four hours and we didn't want to spoil the lovemaking by having too much booze did we?

It was all highly romantic. It was tender loving and very, very erotic. And with no doubt whatsoever it was more than sex. Much, much more.




My One Big Affair Ch. 03



I guess that other than when one or the other of us went to the toilet we were touching from when that food was delivered until eventually, some three and a half hours later, we dressed and left the room. It seemed so necessary and important for that to be happening. It might simply be my leg draped over his or him holding my hand. My fingers on his neck or his rustling my hair. Us holding hands or softly caressing the others arm, fingers or legs where the gowns fell open. And of course lounging around on the big overstuffed sofa listening to Beethoven, Bach and Mozart on the sound system so thoughtfully supplied by the hotel, we'd kiss. As the touching and caressing grew in intensity so our mouths would meet and we'd exchange long tender kisses. Nibbling, licking, biting and exchanging little kisses we'd enjoy each other as we waited for Jack to feel comfortable enough to start making love again.

He was lying back on the sofa. I had one arm around his shoulders my elbow resting on the top of the big cushion he was leaning against. I was turned so that I was half facing him. His hand was in my hair stroking and now and then gently pulling it. My other hand was stroking his face as we exchanged little kisses, endearing comments and lots of smiles. I let my hand run down from his face onto his chest and slid it under the gown. I rubbed his breasts and pinched his nipples fairly hard. I knew he liked that. 

I was becoming aroused. I needed him again. I wanted it. I had to have him I was realising as the intensity of our kiss increased. My hand slid further down him and I felt his tugging at the collar of the loose robe trying to pull it off my shoulder and down my arm. I wiggled to help him get it off me so my breasts were bared for him as I slipped my hand further down and onto his penis that was now showing signs of recovering.

At the time Jack was in his early forties and his recovery powers may well have been waning a little, but then he had cum twice I realised as I stroked his softness. We kissed as his hands fumbled around my body that I turned so that I made my boobs easier for him to caress in the rather uncomfortable positions we were in.

"Mmmm," he sighed, stroking me and softly kissing my nipples.

"That's lovely darling," I whispered rolling my head backwards and thus slightly thrusting my breasts at him as I ran my hand over his genitals. His erection was starting, but it was slow. "Is that nice Jack? I asked.

"Oh yes Cat, yes it's wonderful."

"But my darling," I said looking right into his eye, "I think you may need a little more help, mightn't you?"

His eyes sparkling a bit he replied.

"How? What do you mean?"

I didn't speak but instead acted. I said nothing but moved in a way that spoke volumes. I didn't explain but simply demonstrated what I meant by slithering downwards and off the sofa. I made my intentions very clear by kneeling between his opened legs. I didn't tell Jack what I meant by 'you may need a little more help,' but I showed him what that help would be by holding his semi-hardness in my hands and running my tongue along the length of his cock. Words weren't necessary or possible come to that, for then I slid the hardening flesh into my mouth and for the first time began to make oral love to Jack.

It really must be one of the most marvellous feelings for a woman. I can't think of anything similar for a man. It's hard to think of anything else that matches up to the sensations one receives from feeling your lover's cock get hard in your mouth. When that glorious sensation is accompanied by that wonderful look on his face as she squints upwards it really can be a super magical moment.

And as I licked and gently sucked Jack's rapidly stiffening penis I experienced both of those wonderful sensations. The look on his face that was thrown backwards, eyes closed and mouth open with half a smile and half an expression of sheer pleasure was sublime. It showed me how much he was gaining and how much I was giving him. It demonstrated the excitement and the satisfaction he was getting and what he was anticipating from our oral love. And by me doing this to him I was trying as much as I could to express in the clearest possible way a woman can her sexual love for her man. 

As it became fully erect it seemed to fill my mouth to overflowing. One of my hands was on his stomach softly caressing its slightly hairy flatness the other was alternating between holding the shaft of his erection and cupping and cradling his balls. His hands were in my hair ruffling and pulling that as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked him coaxing and urging him back to full readiness to make more love to me.

I had taken it almost out of my mouth and was alternately sucking quite hard and licking gently all around the inflamed purple glands. I was pressing the tip of my tongue right against the hole and running it around his foreskin that had folded back beneath the bulbous head when his hands gripped my hair more firmly and with a shrug of his hips he had surged back into my mouth.

"Oh God Cat, that's fantastic."

"Yes, yes darling," I sort of murmured, despite my mouth being very full indeed.

"It's amazing," he moaned as his hips started to move. "It's so good" he sighed as he started moving in and out.

I stroked his thighs and tummy. I squeezed his balls and ran my fingers beneath him between the cheeks of his bottom. I was ready to do anything for and to him so sexually in love was I at that moment.

"It's incredible," he whined as he started to move faster. Started to thrust. Yes, as he started to fuck my face.

I was prepared for it. I was ready for it and I was willing, eager even, to give him the most precious sexual gift a woman has at her disposal. Yes I was prepared to let him cum in my mouth and to swallow his seed.

But no that was not to be. Not now, not this time.

He pulled himself out and sank down onto the floor next to me.

"Darling that was wonderful but I need us to make love" he said so considerately as he continued with a wry smile. "At my age three times in an evening is an achievement, four might be impossibility.

Laughing in the way that only lovers can we helped each other out of the dressing gowns. Kissing and grinding our bodies together as our passion built up and up our hands were now all over the other's body. He started to push me backwards showing that he was ready to make love again.

"No Jack, like this," I said turning away from him. 

I was kneeling and I leaned forward supporting myself by placing my elbows on the sofa. My body was bent almost at ninety degrees at the waist. My breasts hung down with one of my nipples just catching on the edge of the large cushions. My legs were slightly parted and my bottom was stuck out towards him. I knew like that everything that was feminine about me was on show and I wanted that. I wanted him to see my bum. My rotund bottom with the deep crevice and the alluring brown, puckered hole that was not on the agenda for the first time lovers that we were and the blood engorged lips poking out between the back of my thighs.

"Oh God, Cat," he muttered almost in a sob as he stroked the cheeks of my bum sending shivers through me. "That's gorgeous, that's fantastic. You look amazing like that." His hands were all over my bum and the back of my thighs, between the cheeks and along the wet sides of my pussy.

"Mmmmm," I retorted shaking my bum at him. "Well it's all yours my darling." I said rather stupidly for that implied he could have my arse. I quickly went to address that for, although as we'd laid in each other's arms talking sex in the car one time I'd told him I didn't like anal I had to make sure. Opening my legs wider and reaching behind so that my crimson painted nails rested on my pink wetness I sighed.

"Well this is Jack so please, please take it."

When aroused and fully lubricated with legs parted and being entered from behind, penetration is easy. The position of the girl's body reduces resistance and naturally opens her lips and the man being behind and slightly above those lips means just the slightest of pressure and he's in and up her. And that's how it was as I lay beneath my lover in that hotel room. One shrug of his hips and he was in or, as it, rather crudely, went through my mind at the time, his cock surged right up my cunt.

The feeling, though, was sensational. His thrust was quite strong and he plunged very deeply into that open channel so that I felt his balls slap against my arse. He was in as far as he could go and that sensation of being filled to almost overflowing flooded over me. He reached round me to find my breasts so I lifted my upper body from the cushion and revelled in his fingers squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and hardened nipples. 

For a while we didn't really fuck. Well not in the terms of him pushing his erection in and out of me. No for a while his cock remained still, buried to the hilt in my pussy. He pulled me so I was kneeling almost straight up and ran his hands up and down my body. He lifted my hair up and pushed it into a pile on the top of my head that I bent forward as he kissed and licked my neck. 

His cock in me, his hands on my breasts, nipples and clitoris and his lips and tongue on my neck created a heady cocktail of sensations for me and soon he had me moaning and grunting with pleasure, excitement and anticipation. I tried turning my head so we could kiss but couldn't really get my neck round far enough so instead I kissed him with half my mouth but that was fine for all the other actions more than made up for what I missed from that. 

And still he remained buried deep in me without moving. It was then that I started moving. Then that I began squirming gently at first on his cock. Then that I commenced sliding myself up and down. Yes it was then that I started to fuck him.

"Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, Cat," he moaned holding himself magnificently rigid inside me as my pussy slithered up and down on his ramrod-like stiffness. 

"Let me fuck you darling," I gasped breathlessly as without even thinking I took my breasts in my hands and started to knead and squeeze them. His hands joined mine and we alternated between him pressing my hands against my tits and pussy and me pressing his onto those places.

It was an amazing mixture. In a way I was screwing him yet in another he was, of course, making love to me, but at the same time I was making love to myself. A very odd but totally marvellous set of sensations.

But of course such subtlety doesn't last. It can't with two aroused lovers that were just getting to know each other sexually. We weren't able to continue that intriguing sort of lovemaking for very long. Other emotions and needs and wants took over. Took over both Jack and me and soon I was on all fours my arms supporting me as he began to surge in and out of me. Doggy style really did live up to its reputation of being the deepest penetration.

In most ways it was the best of the three fucks.

The first had been a little tentative with both of us concerned as to how we'd go together particularly after the ridiculous situation in the car. It had been good but more from relief than from any really strong sexual technique or vast pleasure.

In the shower it was all a little too urgent and hurried. Although hugely satisfying it had happened in a sort of an unplanned blur and again our pleasure didn't come from sexual technique but at the sheer thrill of uninhibitedly making love in such wonderful surroundings. 

But there, doggy style, on the thick pile carpet in the middle of the sumptuous bedroom we had the most perfect fuck imaginable.

There was tenderness, technique, experimentation, excitement, soaring pleasures, enormous eroticism and love. Yes it was a fuck full of love. In fact it was not a fuck. We were not fucking. For the first time for some months now I had a man's cock in my pussy and he wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me. Yes Jack was making full, complete and total love to me. My body and mind reacted so powerfully to that to provide me with the most incredible series of orgasms I could remember. 

They started slowly. Quite gentle surges of sensation reaching out from the linings of my vagina that his penis was so vigorously stimulating. Seeping out from there the feelings started to pervade every part of my body. They slithered down my thighs making it slightly difficult for me to retain the kneeling posture. They filled my tummy and soared upwards to cover, invade and to fill completely my breasts that began to feel amazingly heavy hanging down from my chest. My mind was also becoming fogged with emotions. I was so excited and aroused with almost every part of my sexual being crying out with pleasure and the need for satisfaction that I started to lose touch with reality. I was moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing with pleasure and want. My head was rolling from side to side and I had to close my legs to gain every last bit of pleasure from his cock that was sliding in and out of me in a consistent rhythm. I was squirming back against him and rubbing my breasts firmly against his hand that was cupping, weighing, kneading and deliciously pinching the achingly sensitive flesh.

"Oh Jack, oh my darling" I moaned almost delirious with the combination of my love for him and the extreme pleasure he was giving.

"Yes darling, yes Cat cum for me, cum hard for me" he growled into my ear as he 'spooned' his body round mine increasing even more the depth of his penetration in me.

How many times he made me cum or whether I just had one, long orgasm I don't know. What I do know was that the level of satisfaction was so great that I'm sure I must have nearly fainted several times. Somehow, though, I think, but I'm not sure, that I remained conscious as he fucked, and fucked and fucked me taking me to areas of pleasure that until that afternoon had, for me, only existed in the most erotic of novels. 



My One Big Affair Ch. 04



"Er, did you mean what you said yesterday Cat?" Jack asked as we tramped through the rather damp woods and fields the next day.

I looked at him, my eyes hopefully sparkling and a mischievous grin on my face as I slid my arm through his and pressed my boob against him.

"About what Jack? I said lots of things yesterday."

"Oh come on you know full well what I mean." He said laughing rather shyly.

I was a little worried that I may have frightened him off a bit by telling him several times in the room and again as we travelled home in the black cab that I loved him. But he'd expressed his love at least as strongly as me and I had absolute faith in him. I stopped and turned to him. Reaching up I put my arms round his neck and I kissed him deeply.

"Yes Jack I meant it with all my heart and soul" I said quietly, adding in an even softer tone as our eyes bored into the others. "I love you, darling."

"Oh Cat, Cat, Cat," he sighed pulling me to him and burying his face in my hair. "I love you so much, so very, very much, it almost hurts."

We laughed and giggled our way through the rest of the walk holding hands, stopping frequently to kiss and cuddle but, strangely in some ways, not doing anything really sexual.

"How was it last night love?" He'd asked when we'd stopped for our coffee.

I told him that it wasn't too bad and that Richard didn't suspect anything adding. "Although as usual he didn't get home until around eleven well after me. I asked him about Claire who he told me was in bed sound asleep so he was safe.

I didn't tell him that Richard had wanted me. That he'd started pawing me as soon as I undressed. That he'd caressed my breasts and had got his hands between my legs almost before I knew it. I didn't tell him because as Richard had done that so I'd found myself becoming wet. I didn't tell Jack for as my husband's mouth encircled my nipple and sucked on it like a baby I so wanted to be fucked that I could, I felt, have gone with almost anybody. A chilling thought indeed.

I had totally and utterly, amazed myself at my reaction. I was beginning to hate Richard and love Jack. We'd made love for hours just that afternoon and I'd had the most incredible series of orgasms. Yet as soon as my husband touched me I was like a bitch in heat. As soon as he started caressing me I wanted it so much. And willingly, avidly really I let him have me energetically and, I have to admit, satisfyingly. But after, as he lay beside me snoring, I sobbed myself to sleep, eventually, with just one thought in my mind, Jack.

As we both became accustomed to having an affair and accepted that was what we were doing so life settled into a pattern over the next few weeks as the good summer we had that year stretched into September.

And of course it all revolved around walking our dogs.

Now that we'd, as it were, broken our duck and had made love in grand surroundings having sex in the car, alongside it or anywhere in the woods or fields was no longer sordid. No it wasn't at all sordid, but it was necessary, very exciting and amazingly satisfying. I guess it had to be for we couldn't keep going to hotels although, perhaps every week or ten days, we'd manage to make up the excuses to spend an afternoon and the occasional evening together in a nearby Marriott.

We talked a lot. We talked about so many things but almost studiously we both avoided the longer term future. But as obviously as we avoided it, deep down we both knew that sooner or later it would have to be addressed. In those early days with the marvellous series of new discoveries that are the lot of new lovers we didn't get round to it and as the late, glorious summer turned into an early, miserable autumn so we merely indulged ourselves in the sexual side of the affair putting all other considerations to one side.

It was as if Jack unleashed things in me I never knew existed. He brought out a side of me that with Richard I just didn't, and maybe, couldn't show. 

Until then I'd only had sex in the open a couple or three times and then in places where the chances of being caught were minimal. With Jack and the adventure of having an affair caution was, rather foolishly, but so excitingly I guess looking back, somewhat thrown to the wind. Several times we came so near to being seen by others that in retrospect it was crazy, but then adulterers don't have beds that often. So on the back and front seats of cars, against trees, in long grass, in woods and fields became our love areas. And we both loved it. It added even more to the sheer exhilaration of the affair.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful Cat?" he asked one afternoon as I lay in his arms in a hotel bed. "If we could just stay here for ever?"

Kissing him and letting my fingers trail down his chest so that they just nuzzled into the sprout of pubic hair above his genitals I replied softly.

"It would be marvellous darling if we could just stay here the night. I would so love to wake up in your arms."

"God yes Cat, to be with you all night, to have you all night."

"Mmmmm, yes darling yes" I sighed bending my body and taking him into my mouth.

We made love again and as we lay there dreading the moment that we knew was not far off when we'd have to leave, Jack said softly.

"Darling, I've got an idea."

"Go on," I replied.

"Well I'm speaking at a conference and training event in a few week's time."

"Yes, so?"

"Well it's a three day event at the NEC near Birmingham and it's on this technology I told you about and showed that first day remember?"

"Well I certainly remember the day Jack" I said turning so that my bare breasts pressed into his chest as I kissed his lips. "It was the first time we did this."

That stopped further conversation for a while as our mouths ground together our opened lips squirmed and our tongues plunged nearly into the others throat.

"The thing is Cat is that we're promoting the world wide web very heavily to advertising agencies and I wondered whether you could persuade one of those you work for to send you."

It fell into place then. I gushed.

"So we could have two whole nights together?"

"Yes," he responded his face lighting up with a beaming smile. "And most of the days as well for I only have two speeches to make."

"What about me learning?"

"Well quite frankly love I could tell you enough in between shags for you to know more than anyone else in your agency. "What do you think?"

"Oh yes Jack I'd love to." I enthused getting out of bed and walking over to my hand bag to get my organiser. Standing beside the bed totally naked and not feeling at all self- conscious with him I asked. 

"When exactly is it?"

"Oh shit I've got two things on those days."

"Bollocks, still never mind I'm sure another chance'll come up soon."

"No, no sod it I'll do it, I can change things around."

I felt a little guilty as he leaped out of bed and took me in his arms for I was about to cancel seeing Sarah in a play and going with her and Richard to his mother's birthday dinner at a local restaurant.

"Fucking hell Cat, what's got into you?" Richard said very sharply when I told him I had to go to this conference thing. "You don't need to bloody well work and you're only a sodden freelancer why do you have to go?"

It was equally difficult with my daughter and for the next couple of weeks I felt an absolute shit as the date for the conference grew nearer. Several times I came close to cancelling it but the draw of being with my lover was too strong. The attraction of actually sleeping with him, of waking up in his arms and, of course, having almost endless sex with him for the best part of three days was so powerful I began to understand just how strong a force love really is.

Jack was only occupied at the conference for a few hours on each day so it really was a wonderful time for us. It had been worrying and traumatic when I'd packed to leave, for Sarah was looking on as I got my clothes and laid them neatly in my case. After I finished she walked out without saying a word. I then repacked putting in a suspender belt, stockings and a couple of thongs. Richard had studiously avoided having hardly anything to do with me for the few days before my departure and I didn't bother to kiss him goodbye. He didn't even bother to come out of his study when I called out that I was leaving. As I drove the car out of the curved driveway of the house it was almost as if I was leaving for good. And symbolically I suppose I was.

It would be overindulgent of me to describe those marvellous three days in detail. I know that some readers of this would like to hear about every little sexual action that went on but, quite frankly, there were just so many and varied that this account of that very special time of my life would become even longer than it is already.

The first evening and night though were very special.

I arrived at the country house hotel we'd booked into, separate rooms of course for both our partners had the phone numbers, just in case, around four. I had a long, luxurious bath, washed and dried my hair and generally pampered myself getting ready for my lover. 

I wasn't at ease, not relaxed, not yet into the spirit of the affair or the right mood for the two whole nights with Jack. I was worrying about the lie and deceit. I didn't think I'd made any mistakes even going to the length of leaving my delegate pass and programme around so Richard and Sarah would see them. The only slight chink in my armour of lies was that I'd said an agency had made me go and had mentioned the name. So there was the one in a thousand chance that he might phone it. I didn't think he would but that little potential slip made me feel sick with worry.

Jack called at around five thirty to say that he'd turned off the M6 and would be at the hotel in ten minutes or so. I didn't bother getting dressed so I just slipped on the dark red, almost crimson, silk robe I'd brought with me and tied the sash round the waist. I poured myself a glass of wine and the soothing effect of the alcohol and the expectancy of shortly being with him helped me relax and start to put the outside world out of my mind.

"Hi I'm here darling," Jack said down the phone.

"Good," I, for some reason, whispered. "Get your ass down here and quick, I want you."

There was little ceremony, build up or foreplay. None of those were necessary. We hadn't had sex for a week so what was needed was a quick hard fuck. And that's precisely what we did.

As I walked across the room to open the door to his knock I undid the tie of the robe. As I opened the door I pulled the robe back and as I ushered him in I slipped it off. We were immediately in each other's arms kissing urgently and together pulling at his clothes until he was as gloriously naked as me. And there, on the thick pile carpet, just inside the door to the small suite we made love. And it was exactly what we needed, a quick, hard fuck!

Jack went back to his room and returned with a small case. We'd discussed how we'd do this as we certainly couldn't register as Mr and Mrs anything just in case! We badly though wanted to live together as much as we could during these stolen three days. It wasn't just about the sex, sleeping together and waking up in each other's arms. No what we both wanted were all the other little intimacies. Me watching him shave and him looking at me as I painted my toe nails. Dressing together, bathing together and spending ordinary, non-sexual time in each other's company. So what we'd agreed was that we'd live in my room but he'd go back to his after breakfast, ruffle up the bed and then rejoin me.

"You won't need these, Cat," he said taking the white lace panties from my hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Well we're only going downstairs and you won't be twirling around so why not keep me aroused all evening. "He replied tossing the panties onto the bed.

Looking at him and smiling as I stood there in just my white see bra and hold-ups I replied, nodding at his semi-erection.

"It's not going to take that much to get you aroused is it?" 

"Shall we forget dinner and just fuck all evening?" he laughed.

"No," I replied. "Let's have dinner and then fuck all night," as I unclipped my bra, slid the stockings off and threw them at the panties on the bed. "In for a penny and all that" I smiled.

I had a nice tan for it had been a great summer and although we hadn't been away, other than for a week in the South of France, mainly because I didn't want to leave Jack for long, my legs, particularly, and most of the rest of my body still had a nice golden hue to it and I had only the smallest of white patches. 

Thus, I'd decided to wear a white dress. 

Made from a very thin material it was loose and flowing with a knee length, pleated skirt that had the, fashionable at the time slits up both sides and the front. The top had a vicar's collar with a silver button on my adam's apple, a long slit down to another button half way up where my cleavage would normally be. Without the support and uplift of a bra though, my boobs were all over the place so the end of that slit nestled snugly between them. It was sleeveless with fairly wide holes for the arms so as I passed the mirror I could see the rather dangerous situation I'd be in. Lean forward and the dress would gape both at the front and in the arms, raise an arm and the material would be pulled tightly across my breast illustrating my bare nipple, move too quickly and my boobs would jiggle so much that anyone would know I was braless under the dress and stand with the light in the wrong place and some might even think I was naked under it. 'Well, well' I thought as Jack said.

"You are ok with this aren't you Cat?"

As it happened, looking at myself and having all those thoughts had rather excited me. I was, in a strange way, quite looking forward to being dressed, or undressed I suppose, like that in the rather stuffy, conservative atmosphere of the old fashioned country house hotel.

"Yes darling, if this is what you want I'm only too happy to oblige" I said in what I thought was a sultry way as I realised I wasn't doing this completely for him!

Old buildings, especially in England, are never the best insulated. Although it was autumn we were having a cold snap so as we left the relative compactness of my room and went into the vastness of the barn-like main part of the hotel so the chill hit me. The gorgeous and horrendously expensive, thin material of the dress, though covering me, did little to warm me. So as we walked down the wide, creaking staircase I could feel the slight chill in the air all over me for I felt as though I was completely naked. Inevitably my nipples hardened. This time though, not just with sexual arousal but with cold as well. Looking down they seemed amazingly obvious to me.

"Jack am I alright?" I asked.

"What do you mean love?" he asked looking me in the eye.

I lowered my eyes and nodded downwards.

"Oh Christ darling, are you alright? You're fucking amazing, your tits look incredible."

"I meant to go into the bar?" I said quite sharply.

"Oh right. Yes. Er, um see what you mean," he mumbled.

There was, however, no viable alternative so I had to walk into the fairly small, quiet bar holding my lovers hand my nipples swollen and projecting for the six couples or so who were in there to gaze at. Most of them were clearly older than us but there was a foursome about our ages sitting round a table just inside the door. I felt the two men's' eyes burning into my breasts as we walked through the bar to the table that had been reserved for us for drinks. 

Sitting down was hardly any less of a trauma for me. As I sank into the deep sofa so my bottom went down beneath the level of my knees. With the slits in the skirt causing that to fall away from my bare thighs on either side I really was putting on one hell of a show I thought as Jack ordered us both gin and tonics.

It was one of those really posh places where the guests feel intimidated by both the old style aristocratic country house atmosphere and by the snooty staff. It was obviously very down market to have anything so vulgar as music in the bar and restaurant, that was off to one side so most people spoke in rather hushed tones. There was, inevitably, the typical loudmouth talking at the top of his voice about how he'd done at the races that afternoon and the foursome just inside the door chatted in normal level voices, but the rest of us conversed in little more than whispers.

"Mmmm quite an entrance," Jack whispered. 

"Yes it was rather" I smiled back.

We finished our drinks quite quickly and made our way, with every eye on us or so it seemed, into the restaurant.

"You alright?" He asked leaning forward and, rather too obviously I thought, peering down the front of my dress as his knee pressed lightly against mine under the cover of the crisp, white linen tablecloth.

He left his knee pressing against mine as the snooty waiter took our orders. As I asked for the quails eggs and sole so I felt him pressing more firmly as his eyes swept rather obviously up and down my chest. Somehow and for some reason the combination of what Jack did, the proximity of the waiter, the presence of the other diners and my undressed state all started to get to me. 

As I said, "Dover sole please," and looked up into the waiter's eyes so I saw him quickly drag his gaze away from my chest. The fact that he'd been staring at my unfettered breasts covered by the thinnest of materials sent my temperature and my pulse racing. As he walked away I felt myself becoming incredibly aroused. I felt a heat spreading from the pit of my stomach, through my thighs and chest and into my breasts.

"Oh God Jack," I whispered squeezing his hand and pressing my knee hard against his.

"What is it, don't' you feel well?" he asked his voice full of concern

"No I don't feel ill, far from it" I whispered squeezing his hand harder.

"What then?" he said quietly his eyes glistening a little as I think he began to work out the problem.

"Oh shit," I stammered looking around fearing, ridiculously really, that some of the other diners may have noted. I also looked down my body, but fortunately the way I was sitting didn't stretch the material across my breasts and thus my nipples, that I knew were poundingly hard, wouldn't be on show nor would the sticky dampness that was seeping onto my thighs. 

"I feel so aroused Jack" I whimpered as he somewhat infuriatingly smiled, rubbed the palm of my hand with his finger and continued pressing his knee into my outer thigh.

It had never happened to me before. I'd never become so aroused in such a public place. I'd never experienced the sheer madness of wanting nothing more in the world at that moment than to tear my clothes off in front of those stuffy diners and have my lover Jack fuck me right there and then with them all looking on.

And as the meal progressed and we drank two bottles of delicious and ridiculously expensive wine the sensations didn't subside. I was on heat all evening. I had no idea that I had such an exhibitionist streak in me for it was the fact of my near nudity and all those people looking at me and seeing parts of me they shouldn't that was the turn on I suppose. 

As we sipped our coffees back in the bar I chatted to Jack about it in very hushed tones and he said how the times we'd made love in the woods and the fields he'd been so much more aroused due to the danger. The possibility that we could get caught turned him on and he suggested that it was that which had probably started these feelings in me.

"So darling" I said smiling at him and, in the relative seclusion of our table that was sort of hidden a little by the bar, crossing my legs so the splits in my skirt tumbled off my legs leaving the tanned skin of most of my thighs bare. "It's you that's made me an exhibitionist is it?"




My One Big Affair Ch. 04



Smiling back just as if we were talking about an innocent topic he replied. 

"I think us fucking each other in the open air so many times made us both that my dear, don't you?"

Leaning slightly forward so my breasts wobbled and my top gaped a bit so he could see most of each boob and possibly even a glimpse of my nipple, as well as my legs right up to where my panties would have been, I replied.

"Possibly, but do you think it's that which makes me want you to fuck me so much right here and now?"

"I don't know my love but my cock is so ready for you that I would adore doing it here and now."

"We'd better take care then hadn't we otherwise we may get arrested? Anyway I have to go to the loo."

I shouldn't really have decided to do that. Having had two drinks before dinner and having shared bottles of red and white wine with Jack during it I was pleasantly tipsy and the various manoeuvres I had to make to get to the loo and back were personally quite challenging.

When standing up from a low chair one has to lean forward as your arms support you and lift you upwards. Most of the time no problem. But in a dress with a gaping slit from my throat to half way down my boobs it does become a problem. And when under the top of that dress you're naked, with full breasts, well rounded nipples that have been aroused by all the menta,l sexual gymnastics that Jack and I had played that evening it can become a big problem. And it did for as I lifted myself up so the front gaped to the point that I bared one of my nipples, That was made worse, though, for as I straightened up so the edge of the slit got caught on my nipple and for a couple of moments its vivid pink erectness was poking out through the gap. Jack saw that and smiled as I quickly readjusted the front but not, I was sure, quickly enough to avoid certainly the barman and possibly one of the men of that foursome who'd looked me up and down so obviously before dinner.

My confidence a little low, but my sexual arousal from the series of exhibitionistic moments still high I began the walk across the shiny creaking floorboards of the bar and into the room outside. It felt as though everything I had that could move was moving. And I was sure that 'my audience' would know and maybe be able to see that I was nude under the ridiculously thin dress. I could feel the air all over my body as I made that 'walk of shame' with the cheeks of my bottom swaying from side to side and my breasts jiggling so suggestively of their lack of support and cover with every step I took. I cursed the stupidity that had made me take everything off under it as the slits up the skirt opened up as I walked showing long expanses of both my inner and outer thighs.

Returning was worse, or was it better? I wasn't sure. Whereas I was walking away from most people when I went to the loo coming back I walked towards them. I saw glances roam up and down my body, men, and some women, taking surreptitious glances at me and, of course, the knowing look of the barman. 

I was embarrassed and excited, concerned and thrilled and intrigued yet worried. These feelings were all so new and different. I didn't understand them or know really what had started them or, more significantly where they may lead to. All I did know was that those people looking at me and seeming to be seeing through the thin dress did things to me that I'd never before experienced, but wanted to again.

In my room we were soon both naked and caressing each other. I was holding his wonderful hard-on as his fingers, three or even four, slid so effortlessly up my soaking sexual passageway.

The events and emotions of the evening took over. The almost two hours of extreme arousal got to me. The new sensations and feelings I'd, almost accidentally, got from flaunting my womanliness at all who wanted to gaze at it hit me, hard.

"Yes, yes, yes oh fucking yes," I moaned squirming myself against the fingers that were now probing deep inside me.

"Is that good Cat?"

"Yes darling yes, It's wonderful," I whined letting the orgasmic sensations waft so deliciously over me.

Jack knew I was cumming and he relished and sensitively shared the moment with me.

Holding me tight and planting kissed all over my face, mouth chest and breasts he pumped his surrogate cock in and out of me with increasing pace and vigour.

"Cum for me darling," he whispered in my ear. "Cum for me as all those people watch you climax."

And cum for him I did. Heavily, noisily and so wonderfully satisfyingly that I was crying and sobbing throughout the crescendo stage of my orgasm.

"Put that lamp on will you?" I asked him twenty minutes or so later as I knelt alongside him. "I want to be able to see you," I went on lifting his rock hard cock away from his athletically flat stomach as I bobbed my head downwards my hair tumbling all over his belly and thighs.

He had a lovely cock. The sort that looks, feels, smells and tastes good. I'd fallen in love with that almost as deeply as I'd fallen for him.

"No," I said sharply. "No touching, this is just me, you, your cock Jack and my mouth." I went on adjusting my position so my body was out of his reach. This was for him not me. 

Holding it in both my hands so that it was nearly at right angles to his body I slowly brought my face towards it as our eyes remained locked. When the gorgeous piece of flesh was just inches from my mouth and was so close that I would be able to touch it with my tongue if I put it out I smiled. I stared deeply into his eyes and whispered.

"This is completely and utterly for you Jack" as I opened my mouth and slid him between my lips and parted teeth.

At that time I'd been sexually active for around eighteen years. I'd been giving oral for most of that time and particularly so in the ten or twelve years I'd been with Richard. I enjoyed giving it and I worked hard at being as good at it as I could be. I felt I'd learned a lot and that Richard had taught me well. I'd "practised" extensively so that now I considered, and hoped, I was quite expert at it. I felt that I knew and could use most of the little tricks and techniques that make for great oral sex. The things that men like and want their partner to do but, or so Cosmo tells us, are frightened to ask them. 

With Jack on that magical night I was determined to bring everything I'd ever learned about the art together and thus make the most amazing oral love to him.

I stroked and softly rubbed his rigid flesh with my fingertips as I slowly slid it in and out of my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around my teeth and then pressed hard onto him with a pressure that was at least as strong as that of a pussy.

I licked it. I Iicked it everywhere. Along its length, around its base and over its tip. I went further and while softly squeezing and gently pinching the purple glands I licked his lovely, full and so squelchy balls. All round them. All round each of them and both them and then back up the stirring length of his rampant cock.

"Oh yes, yes, mmmmmm, that's lovely," he sighed his hands in my hair, stroking, caressing and pulling on it.

Looking up, my mouth full of his magnificent manhood, I saw with tremendous satisfaction the look of contentment and sheer pleasure on his face. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open and his head was rolling slowly from side to side as he clearly devoted his body completely and utterly to me, my hands and my mouth.

That made me more determined to give him total pleasure and I redoubled my oral efforts on his delicious cock and balls.

Gently caressing the flat softness of his tummy with one hand I held his scrotum with the other and brought that to my mouth. I licked all over it making it wet with my spittle and then sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Rolling it around my teeth and very softly biting into the skin I pressed my tongue against it and squashing it between that and my gums. I sucked it and sucked it and then let it out of my mouth my tongue then snaking all the way round the gorgeous sack.

I was running my hands over his tummy and chest, pinching his nipples as I know he liked, stroking his thighs and of course bobbing my head up and down on his cock that all the time seemed to harden and lengthen. He was fondling my hair, stroking my face and beginning to move his hips up and down in time with my pumping mouth. We were working well together, but then we were well practiced together. As I slid my mouth up his shaft towards its tip so he relaxed and let his bottom sink into the bed. But as my mouth slithered down his rigid flesh he would thrust himself into me so that we were in unison. So that we had the same rhythm, so that we were together, so that we, not just he were fucking my mouth. And that's exactly what I wanted us to do. Yes, tonight I wanted us to totally and unashamedly fuck my face.

The pace increased. Our caresses of each other became more urgent. His pulling of my hair got harder. And I felt myself pinching his nipples harder and harder and cupping and squeezing the slight amount of flesh around each of his breasts as firmly as he did mine when he was intensely aroused as we both now were.

With my hands that were running over his body I could feel the tension in him increasing. And with my lips and tongue that were slavering over the hard rod of flesh I could feel it become rigid, straining even more and starting to pulsate. He was near, very near.

"Oh God Cat, yes, yes" he moaned his head rolling from side to side.

I tried to make an encouraging noise but I don't think any sound could escape from my full pumping mouth.

"I'm near Cat, I'm very near" I heard as if through a fog or from a distance. "Oh God I'm gonna cum" he sighed starting to pull himself out. He only got as far as his cock slipping out onto my lips before I growled.

"No Jack, I want it in there. I want you to cum in there."

"Oh my darling," he groaned. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I want it. I want you to cum in there and I want to swallow you my love" I said before taking him deeply into my mouth again and once more sliding it in and out of what was now a surrogate cunt for him. I wasn't that experienced or that enamoured with having men cum in my mouth. I was even less so at swallowing what they deposited there. It wasn't anything to do with morals. No more the taste and the gagging feeling I felt as if their liquid would drown me. In any case what's in it for the woman with having a man shoot his load there? And more what's the kick, the buzz or the thrill of having a wad of sticky goo slide down your throat? I don't even much like the most expensive Whitstable oysters oozing down there yet alone a man's sperm!

Well that's what I thought until that magical night with Jack. 

Having a man cum in your mouth and more, swallowing it, is not really about the physical side of it, or so I worked out that night. It's in some ways like anal sex. Something that's not that physically pleasurable for a female for, after all, we don't have the sensitivity of that gland up there do we? No it's all emotional really, well mostly. It's sharing and giving. It's all about a woman delivering to a man the most precious female gifts she has at her disposal. After all if there's not that great a physical reward then the emotional side has to be pretty strong for her to let a man shove his cock up her ass or shoot his cum down her throat.

And as I felt Jack starting to cum I realised just how stimulating that emotional reward can be.

I was moaning and groaning with extreme pleasure and satisfaction as his cum poured into my mouth. I may well have been slightly delirious when his cock stiffened, as he held it still and pushed it as deeply into my mouth as he could. I felt ecstatic as the sticky liquid spread across my tongue, ran over my teeth and into the channels between my gums and the insides of my cheeks. I couldn't believe how much there was and how long he was spurting into me. But it didn't matter for I was loving every single second of my lover cumming in my mouth. Although I did get it slightly wrong for I moved my mouth away from him as the last dribbles if his sperm was oozing out of him and thus some of that fell on my chin and a little dribbled down onto my breasts. I looked up at Jack at the same time as he opened his eyes and said.

"Oh my darling thank you, thank you so much"

I looked him right in the eye, threw my head back a bit and smiling as best I could with a mouth full I made an exaggeration of swallowing.

"God Cat that's amazing" he sighed pulling me up and starting to kiss me. I still had some of his sperm in my mouth and on my lips and as we kissed so that went into his mouth.

I think that weekend was the peak of our affair and, as we both acknowledged later, it was the beginning of the end of it.

Sure it went on for a few more weeks, maybe a couple of months, certainly into the winter towards Christmas. Of course we had loads more sex and we had many moments of really extreme and intense pleasure. And yes we pretended to ourselves that it could and would go on and on. But deep down we both knew it wouldn't and couldn't. 

I've now come to realise that the more intense an affair and the more compatible the couple is the more it's doomed unless both parties are ready to forsake their other lives, partners and children. Unless they are both prepared to make such enormous sacrifices and take such huge risks. And in the end result we weren't.

We talked about if of course. About running off, just vanishing. We discussed both of us telling our partners and we felt we could do that but the kids? I knew that irrespective of the circumstances I'd get custody, but that was just from a legal viewpoint not an emotional one and they loved their dad just as I'd loved him. So how would that place me in their eyes?

"Hi kids this is your new dad?" That was something I just couldn't say to them. 

Equally Jack having to lose regular interface with his children was as good as unthinkable.

These thoughts were with both of us every day. They were with us when we met and when we were apart. We thought about them and we talked about them. Talked as we walked the dogs, as we kissed and stroked and caressed each other in the woods as autumn fell. As we made love in his or my car and on the now, less frequent, times in hotels. 

We both knew deep down that it was ending. We both knew it was the only way acceptable to both of us. We both knew that in spite of the incredible sex and the wondrous love we had for each other it had to happen. It became more a question of when, not if? 

And the when, was as Christmas approached. The worst time of the year for people involved in affairs. Loads of time off work, lots of family gatherings and little excuse or reasons for the lovers to escape and see each other. I think those thoughts were at the back of our minds that early evening in a hotel when we agreed to end it.

There was no fight. We didn't row about it and there was nothing acrimonious about our parting. In the end the love we had for each other was strong but not as powerful as that we had for our children. And so our love, his love, my love, probably the love of my love had to be put to one side. 

Neither Jack or I could see an alternative. We couldn't break up the two families and it was just too messy and not satisfying enough snatching moments and having sex, as amazing and exciting as it had been, in such places as the car and the woods, so we couldn't carry on.

"I will always love you Cat," were the last words he said to me as I closed the door of the room in the hotel and collapsed onto the bed crying my eyes out.