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Sexual Adventurers

By: Catmoore



My transition from a respectable married woman to a sexual adventurer.

"Walk round to the foot of the bed," he told me rather than asked.

I did as he said. 

"Just stand there and let me look at you," he went on.

I stood there naked apart from the black, lacy boyshorts. 

"For your age Cat your tits are still fucking great," he went on looking admiringly at my thirty six inch, D cup boobs. Despite having born two children, although I did not breast feed them, I am proud of my boobs. They are full and round, with only a modest amount of sag. 

"Hold them up," he ordered. I did as he said. "Now lick them."

I lifted both orbs up, bent my neck and holding his gaze I licked the stunningly hard nipples. I had only recently told him that I could do this and now he wanted to watch me do it each time we met. As we stared at each other with me caressing and licking my breasts, I watched fascinated as his hand went to his gorgeous, big, hard cock and slowly stroked it. I had always loved watching a man play with himself and since we had been together I had revelled in watching him masturbate, often with him shooting onto my stomach, tits or face.

"Walk round to the foot of the bed," he said.

I obeyed instantly; that was part of our game. He got up and stood with his back to the window, which was to my right and slightly behind me. I glanced at him and shivered with anticipation. He had a fabulous physique and with his Mediterranean colouring and huge cock, he looked stunningly alluring, immensely sexy and so eminently fuckable that I almost broke our rules and went to touch him, but I resisted the temptation.

"Bend over and grasp the footboard."

I gripped the wrought iron footboard and bent forward.

"No further."

I leaned forward further so that my body was bent nearly ninety degrees at the waist.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yes like that, but move your feet further apart."

I felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet available and accessible. 'But for what?' I wondered as out of the corner of my eye I saw him moving towards me. He came very close, I could almost feel the heat from his gorgeously hard cock. He ran his fingertips across the lace of the boyshorts and the skin of my bum cheeks not covered by the intentionally skimpy garment. Most of my arse was displayed for him and momentarily I wondered if he was going to spank me, but I knew he would not as we had a rule on leaving or, more to the point, not leaving trophy marks on each other.

"Stay like that," he instructed me adding. "I have to get something."

I could not avoid turning my head to watch his firm, sculptured buttocks and lithe, strong legs as he walked out of the bedroom. He was by some margin the most erotic looking man I had ever known. He returned very quickly and said.

"Close your eyes and keep them closed, do not let go of the bed."

He stroked me, sending more shivers of anticipation and excitement through me. 

"Don't speak again until I tell you," he said.

I felt him pulling on the lace of the panties and then I felt something else on my bum and thigh. It was cold and made of metal. At first, I could not work out what it was, but then I heard a click or two and realised he must be holding a pair of scissors, large ones. The cold, steel side of them was resting on both of my cheeks presumably bridging the crease between them. He pulled on the panties again and then I heard the sound of the scissors cutting through the lace of the panties making me think as I smiled. 'Better than ripping them as he had a couple of times.' The elastic round both of my legs loosened and I felt the material that was the gusset brush against my thighs. As I felt him lift up the back of the cut panties, I worked out that he must have cut through the gusset. This made me feel enormously aroused and even more exposed and vulnerable.

We had been playing this sort of dom/sub thing on and off for a few weeks now. It was not a role-play we used every time we met, just now and then, and this happened to be one of those times.

I felt him against my bare buttocks as his hands reached round and cupped my dangling breasts. He pulled and pinched my nipples probably just a little harder than normal or when we were not playing this game. He kissed my back and ran his tongue upwards into the tangles of my ash blonde, shoulder-length hair that may well have been a tad on the long side for my forty-five years. I felt his cock trying to snuggle into the crease between my cheeks, but it was, of course, too thick for that. Nevertheless, the underneath of it rubbed right across my anal hole. Involuntarily, my legs started to close.

"Keep them open," he growled, frustratingly removing his cock from between my bum cheeks.

He gripped the slight surplus of flesh on each of my hips making me wish I worked harder in the gym or on the tennis court.

I felt him kneel and waited expectantly for the feel of his tongue on my lips. His hand slid round me and his fingers fumbled in the folds of skin before finding my clit. He rubbed that and my knees nearly buckled with the surge of raw sexual want that hurtled through me. But that was nothing like what was to follow very quickly.

His tongue did not go to my pussy, but instead licked the length of the crease in my bottom. That surprised me as he had shown only a limited inclination for any anal play to date. But this time he did and I felt his tongue pressing right on that tight, taboo hole. I could hardly believe the sensations that roared through me as the tip of it slipped inside me. He licked my arse, he slid his tongue in a little way, he rubbed my clit and pinched and pulled my nipples all at the same time. The combination of feelings was amazing. Naturally I started to cum. As always, though, he sensed that and slowed down holding me at that level just beneath an orgasm. 

I moaned and started to say. Make me cum, but he stopped me.

"I told you not to speak until I tell you."

I stopped.

I felt his finger slide along my slit, from the front to the back several times. And then, on one sweep it did not stop. Soaked with my juices it kept going, it slithered into the crevice, found my anal hole, pressed on it and slid inside me. That hurt and I grunted and cried out.

"No, stop."

"Shut up," he muttered back wiggling his finger inside me. 

Then I felt the fingers on his other hand slipping into my pussy. I could feel them touching the other one through the thin membrane dividing those two passages.

As he finger fucked my arse and my cunt, so he licked and slurped his mouth all over both of them.

Then I did cum, then I did orgasm and then my legs did give way and we fell to the carpet his fingers still inside me.

"You can talk now Cat," he said.

*

I had met Ashiree Bashal at a charity function at the Grosvenor House Hotel, in London some four months or so ago. The corporate law firm of which my husband Richard was a partner had taken a table of ten at five hundred pounds a person; a huge sum I thought, but then it did include champagne and wine. 

Ashiree, a Lebanese businessman had recently become a client of the firm and Richard and he had worked on several acquisitions. They were slowly transferring his business empire from the Middle East to Europe and America. Richard had helped him set up his headquarters in Dublin, due to the low taxes, and as he disposed of his older construction businesses in Lebanon, Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Saudi he was acquiring new ones in electronics and digital media in the US and Europe. 

He was immensely rich, extraordinarily handsome and by some margin the sexiest man I had ever met. 

I had been married for twenty five years and had strayed only once when I had a six month affair. I was certainly not promiscuous, I rarely thought of being with other men and although my marriage was somewhat rocky due to Richard being away from home so much, the idea of another affair had not entered my head. That is until I danced with Ashiree in the Grand Room of the hotel.

I could not believe what had been happening to me all of that evening. When he looked at me across the table I was transfixed and could not drag my eyes away from him. When he smiled at me I started to melt, when he spoke to me I became like a teenager and a gibbering wreck and when we danced, all I could think of was being held like he was holding me, but with both of us naked. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before and not since when I was teenager had I had such thoughts. I had no idea what was causing it other than the sheer animal magnetism I felt for him.

After the Grosvenor House a group of us, thankfully including Ashiree who was not with a partner, went on to a night club in Mayfair called Tramp. He stood close to me as we drank champagne that he had bought at two hundred pounds a bottle. Ridiculously and totally out of character I wanted to touch him, hold his hand and stroke his thick, long dark hair. As we all chatted, my heart was pounding and my pulse was racing at his closeness. And when we danced again and he held my body against his as his hand strayed up and down my back, pausing at my bra strap, I felt in danger of having an orgasm.

Richard and I stayed at the Grosvenor House that night. Arriving back there around three and going straight to our room, I was still feeling the effects of Ashiree. Almost since first seeing him, my nipples had been hard and when we had danced at Tramp I could feel my panties becoming damp. I undressed quickly, but kept my panties on and while Richard was in the bathroom I lay on the bed with the sheet turned back. When he returned I stared at him, hopefully invitingly, but he did nothing. He gave me a cursory kiss on the cheek, turned his back to me and was soon snoring. 

I was both too annoyed and too excited to sleep. 

My relationship with my husband had worsened over the past year or so, which had coincided with our second child going away to university. With Richard away mainly in New York, one week in three, I was desperately lonely and with his sex drive, with me at least, on the wane, I was also almost permanently sexually frustrated.

However, as I lay there just in my panties that once more were becoming damp, I could not get Ashiree out of my mind. The recall of my body against his, the feeling of his hand on my back, the smell of his aftershave and the look in his dark eyes as we had stared at each other all filled my mind. That led to other thoughts and soon one of my hands was cupping my breast and pinching my nipple as the other slid into my panties and found my clit. 

Silently, I gave myself the orgasm that I had invited my husband to provide, but which in my mind was being given by Ashiree Bashal.

We met again at a launch party a few weeks later, when this time he was with his wife, Esther or Esthel, I never found out which? She was a rather portly, though not unattractive woman, but one who was slightly aloof, made little small talk and seemed to be miserable. I could not see at all how Ashiree and her could be partners.

Richard had said that Ashiree would probably be there and I admit that thought was with me as I got ready. I found myself, rather ridiculously wearing sexy, black underwear, lacy top, holdups and a low cut dress. 

Although I had masturbated a few times thinking that Ashiree was doing the most erotic things to me and I had thought about him frequently, my concentration was on sex with him. Unlike when David and I were falling in love before we had our affair, I didn't yearn to see and be with him, simply to be fucked by him. Given my background and experiences to date I had no comprehension as to how and why I would feel this way about someone I hardly knew. It was most strange, but quite nice.

Directly I saw him at the launch, my heart started hammering and my pulses began to race. As we shook hands and he gave me a peck on both cheeks, I felt that I might faint.

"How nice to see you again Cat," he said, his dark eyes boring into mine, running up and down my body seemingly stripping away the dress so that his gaze saw my holdups and underwear.

"And you Ashiree," I mumbled.

I was sure that he must have known the effect he had on me. The glint in his eyes and the small, confident smile on his lips seemed to be saying. 'You cannot hide it from me Cat, you want me, and badly don't you?' In my mind I was screaming back. 'Yes Ashiree, yes I do.'

Again we danced and once more I had those taboo thoughts and feelings. This time, though, I had the distinct impression, although it may have been my vivid imagination that he held me tighter and his face was much closer to my ear and cheek.

I had similar sensations when Richard's firm entertained him and lots of other people at Henley Regatta. They do it each year, but I rarely attend. I find rowing boring and the people are so snooty, but this year, knowing he would be there I agreed to go.

It was near the end of the regatta when he came and talked to me. We were apart from the main party. He stood close, probably too close really, but I didn't care. He could have taken me in his arms and kissed me for all I cared. I knew that I was becoming obsessive about him. He was constantly in my mind and most days when Richard was away and many when he was at home I found myself masturbating as Ashiree fucked or sucked me.

"How are you Cat?" He asked, quite pointedly I thought holding my gaze a little longer than necessary.

"I am well Ashiree and you?"

"Good thanks," he replied in his deep, velvety voice that had just a hint of an accent. It was a voice that I swear could talk the knickers off any woman, certainly this one.

We chatted about this and that, with me being oblivious to what was going on around us. 

"Are you a tennis fan Cat?" He asked.

"Yes I play two or three times a week."

"Ah that accounts for it then."

"Accounts for what?"

"This," he replied running his gaze up and down my body sending shivers through me, particularly when his eyes lingered on my chest. "You look very fit," he went on using a term of the modern young. I wondered whether he realised that.

"Thanks, but then you do too," I rather undiplomatically and somewhat flirtingly replied. 

"Well I too do my best to keep fit. I work out and swim every day, no matter where I am."

"I go to the gym a few times a week," I told him.

His eyes sparkled when he replied. "I would like to see that Cat as indeed I would you playing tennis."

He was now clearly flirting and I loved it.

"I was wondering whether you would like to watch the men's final at Wimbledon with me."

I had to think quickly. Part of me hoped he was just inviting me, but then if he were and he thought of it as anything more than a business outing then surely it would have been to somewhere less public than Wimbledon. On the other hand, if it was just business, then firstly I didn't really want to go, I lied to myself and secondly where was Richard in all this?

"Yes, I am sure we would like to, that is if Richard is not in the States," I replied as another shiver went through me when he put his hand on my arm as we walked towards the bar.

"No you go," Richard said later as were driven home in the chauffeured Jaguar. 

I had told him about Ashiree's invitation and he had replied that he was travelling to LA that day.

"You and he seem to get on well and you should see Federer, Djokovic or Nadal and maybe even Andy Murray, he went on."

"You don't mind if it is just him and me?"

"No, not at all and in any case it will be good for the business," he said maybe hammering the last two nails into the coffin of our marriage.

The next day I sent Ashiree, or Ash as he had told me to call him a text.

'Unfortunately, Richard is unable to make Wimbledon as he is travelling to LA that day, so regrettably Ash, we have to say thank you, but decline your invitation.'

It could not have been more than five minutes later when my phone pinged to tell me I had a text.

'But you are not accompanying him are you?'

'No' I text back.

'Then you watch it with me, ok?'

'Are you sure?' I text back my blood pumping faster through my veins at the idea of being with him alone, well apart from fifteen thousand other spectators.

'Of course.'

'Then thank you,' I text with fingers that were shaking so much that I could hardly work my Blackberry.

'Cat, it is all my pleasure. I will have a car collect you at twelve on Sunday.'

*

Richard left for Heathrow around nine leaving me with three hours to get ready. As I bathed I was wondering just what I was getting ready for? I told myself not to be ridiculous and that he and maybe his miserable wife as well would be looking at this as purely business entertaining. In any case I had no idea how many other guests would be joining us here.

Despite my pretty strong conviction that any 'action' between him and me was all in my mind, I dressed carefully, with black underwear of the type that some called 'underwear to be undressed in.' As I still had a tan from ten days in Florida in mid-June and as the weather was pleasant I did not wear stockings or tights. On top, I wore a Stella McCartney suit that may well have been slightly too tight all round. The white jacket with some blue piping on the two small pockets and the collar, came to just beneath my waist. It was double-breasted with two rows of four, large, fifty pence piece size, blue buttons down the front. The blue pencil skirt matched the buttons and the piping. That too was tight and was stretched across my bum and round my hips. The hem was just above my knees and I wore blue, strappy heels on my bare feet with the pink painted nails. I felt good.

With Richard being a successful corporate lawyer and with my fairly substantial inheritances, we lived a reasonably upscale lifestyle. I was, therefore, quite used to chauffeur driven cars and visiting nice places. However, that was not on the scale that Ashiree was used to and that he quickly began to show me.

Dead on twelve a Rolls Royce pulled into our driveway. I was surprised when Ashiree was not in it, but the driver told me that he was taking me to his hotel. About thirty-five minutes or so later we pulled up outside the Ritz in Piccadilly. As we did, a guy came to the car and opened the door.

"Hello Missus Moor," he said in classic, public school English. "I am Ian, Mister Bashal's assistant. Ashiree awaits you for lunch, please follow me."

I was now becoming confused as I thought we would go straight to Wimbledon. I could not work out why I was following this guy or why I was supposed to be having lunch with Ash at the Ritz, as I had assumed we would have it at Wimbledon.

I was surprised when Ian led me to the elevators as I knew from eating there many times that the restaurants were on the ground floor. We were whizzed up to the fourth floor and along a deeply pile carpeted corridor to a pair of double doors that had a sign stating The Prince of Wales Suite. Ian opened the door and stood back to let me pass. Although quite used to London hotels and their opulence, it took my breath away. It was huge with a massive balcony overlooking Green Park. The furnishings and decoration were tasteful and elegant and there seemed to be rooms everywhere. I stood looking out of the widow for a moment or two.

"Cat, I am so happy you are here," I heard Ashiree say as he came up behind me.

I turned and looked at him and once more my heart started crashing so hard against my ribcage that I was sure he would hear it. He was wearing dark blue, formal, probably suit trousers and a brilliantly white shirt with no tie, he looked gorgeous. Just looking at him excited me. He was handsome, well-built and radiated so much sheer animalistic sex appeal that it should be banned. I decided there and then that women were not safe around him and as he took my hand and kissed me on both cheeks I could metaphorically feel my knickers sliding down and off. I was gaining sensations and feelings from him the like of which I had never before experienced.


Sexual Adventurers Ch. 02



Author's note.

This continues on from the first part of Sexual Adventurers that was published a few days ago. Although this can be read as a single story, I am sure you will get more pleasure and, I hope, excitement, if you read the other part first.

Whichever way you go, please vote for me and feel free to email me; I will reply to all I promise.

Cat xx

*

As Ash had told me would be the case as he kissed me at the door of his suite, we did not see other for a few weeks. Then I got a text saying he would be at the Ritz for a few days and knowing that Richard was away would I like to join him and stay the night. I jumped at it. 

After a delightful, early dinner in the suite served by the butler, we went to bed and he took me on all fours. Later, by perhaps a couple of hours after he had given me orgasms with his mouth and fingers, I went down on him. I licked along his sturdy cock, all over his balls and behind them going very near to the crease in his bum. I took one, then both of his balls in my mouth and ran my finger nail between his legs and into the deep crevice between his cheeks. I took his cock into my mouth and worked as hard as I could to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. Although, given his record I doubted that I achieved that, it must have been pretty good as it was not long before he said.

"Cat, you have done me I am near," considerately giving me time to take him out if I wished. 

Looking up at him, I shook my head, well as much of a shake as I could manage with his big dick stuck half-way down my throat. He understood and smiling said. 

"Thank you, you wonderful sexy woman," as he began to fuck my mouth. It took only a few moments for my throat to be filled with his cum. Again looking up, I tipped my head back and with an exaggerated gulp, I swallowed it, something I had never done before.

Laying in his arms in the bed we talked more about his concept of sexual adventurers and our relationship.

He told me quite categorically that he did not believe in love and that to him sex and hedonism transcended love. He explained that Esthel was his wife and always would be as he did not believe in divorce or broken marriages. Although an Arab, coming from Lebanon he was Christian and followed the Roman Catholic faith. I was not sure whether he was telling me this to warn me off expecting anything other than sex with him, but I was pleased that he did. 

Since taking up with him, I had felt guilty about being unfaithful to Richard and I told Ash that as we discussed his concept of sexual adventurers.

"Don't be. You are faithful to him as I am to Esthel as a parent that is the most important duty there is. And you are his partner, he does not own you, neither your body nor, especially your mind. What you do with your body is up to you and what secrets you have in your mind about us and other things are exactly that, secrets and they are yours."

Sipping the, what had become the norm, Crystal Champagne he went on at length about how such love as he described and sex should not be mixed up and everyone was entitled to have different partners for each of them. Whether he truly believed this rather Scandinavian approach to sexual matters or not, or whether it was part of his seduction technique, I did not know and part wondered whether he did either. 

Nevertheless, it suited me to go along with it and it certainly helped me cope with the guilt. At the same time, having Ash as my occasional lover helped me cope with the loneliness and waning sex-life of my marriage. It may well have been my imagination, but Richard and I seemed to get on better and we even had more regular sex.

Around eleven after we had both snoozed Ash asked.

"How about going down to the casino?"

"I don't have the clothes for it."

"Well I am sure Baxter could rustle up a dress," he said referring to the butler.

I was tempted, but told him that I was not much of a gambler or casino lover.

"Ok I have another idea," he said reaching for my hand under the duvet and putting it on his cock. He was stunningly erect.

"Jesus, you are incorrigible," I laughed kissing him.

"It's simply what you do to me Cat," he smiled.

Just as he had told me when we had been chatting earlier. "When we are together, the outside world doesn't exist and there are just the two of us. At such times Cat, we are lovers and we are in love."

I thought that was rather convoluted logic, but in a way I understood and agreed with it.

"Come," he said getting out of the bed and pulling me after him into the main lounge. There were only a couple of dim lamps on so it was quite dark. Both naked, he walked us towards the open French windows that looked out over Green Park and along Piccadilly towards Hyde Park Corner and Knightsbridge. I was surprised when he didn't stop before the windows, but led me through them onto the large balcony. Although it was not overlooked it was still quite a blast to be outside in the nude. Despite the drizzle it was quite warm.

He took me in his arms and kissed me.

"I promised you this didn't I Cat?"

"What?" I asked not quite getting what he meant.

"That I would fuck you out here."

I remembered then that the first time I had been with him he had said that he would and although a little reluctant and nervous, but also hellishly excited I let him fuck me.

"And this time it is even better as it is raining."

Just as he had the first time we had sex he pushed me onto a table. He clearly had a thing about them and rain; he must have liked the movie Nine and Half Weeks where Kim Basinger got fucked on both a table and in the pouring rain. It was not just being outside in the rain that made this special, but also the position in which we did it. I was on my back supporting myself on my right elbow when he entered me. He pulled my left leg down and I wrapped my ankle round his calf muscle. He then completely surprised me by grabbing my other ankle and pushing that over his right shoulder. I had never felt so open and loose, I suppose, but it enabled him to gain deep penetration and it was a highly satisfying, though very quiet fuck.

With Ash I was increasingly taking longer to come down from the highs of my orgasms and this was no exception. I guess laying on my back, after being fucked on a table on a balcony overlooking Green Park, in the open air with the rain now pouring down on my naked body helped make that climax more extreme than some others!

I stayed the night with him and once again he intrigued me with his views on sexual adventures and his stamina. He really was an attentive and excellent lover and a very interesting man.

For the first couple of times I did not see him for a few weeks, I missed him. I wondered what he was doing and was jealous that he might be with one of his other sexual adventurers. The more he and I talked, though, the more I realised that was the thinking of someone basing a relationship on love.

"Ours is based on sex," he told me repeatedly. "It is different Cat, we are adventurers not lovers, save your love for Richard and your children."

Slowly, I came to see what he meant and began to live like that. Hence, when I was not with him, I stopped wondering what he was up to and got on with my life with my husband and family. Ash became like a compartment in my life. A secret compartment to which only he and I had keys. When we could meet, we would open the compartment and go in. Once in there all outside life and our families ceased to exist, it was just him, me and sex. Then when we were finished we would leave the compartment, lock it up and forget about it until we could next meet and go in there.

Life with Richard improved. Whilst I still resented him travelling so much, especially now that I knew from Ash it was not really as necessary as my husband made out, I felt more affection, even a rebirth of my love towards him. We got on better, we had more, though limited by his travelling, sex and generally my life got better.

I had been seeing Ash for almost a year. Our liaisons were not that frequent, perhaps on average once a month, and so far always at the Ritz or near to the Ritz. However, we had broadened our sexual repertoire. Obviously full, penetrative sex was at the heart of what we did, but continually he added diversions: mutual masturbation of ourselves and the other, him fucking my tits, doing it on that balcony with one time being in the daylight, him dressing me in erotic underwear that he provided and in his car.

The first time we did that was one evening on the way from Hertfordshire to Mayfair. To my surprise he was in the car when it called to collect me. It turned out that he had just flown in from Lebanon and rather than drive into London and then send the car out to St Albans and back into Mayfair, he had decided to travel with his chauffeur to collect me on the way.

He put the window between the driver and us up and started to kiss me. As he did his hand, almost as if on autopilot went to my breast. That was fine, but when he slid it inside the dress and my bra I went to stop him.

"Why?" He asked.

"Someone might see from the road."

"Cat the car has one way windows, nobody can see in."

"Oh I see," I replied not having realised that.

He moved from the rear seat and pulling down one of the jump seats facing backwards he said gruffly.

"Now get your tits out."

I hesitated. 

"Come on don't fuck about," he said switching on a dim light. "I haven't see them for so long."

I didn't fuck about. I slid the thin shoulder straps off, pushed the top down and scooped my boobs out my bra.

"Mmmmm lovely and look what it has done to these," he said pinching one of my hardened nipples. That was nice.

"Ok now the bottom."

"What about it?"

"Roll it up."

As I did as I was told I noticed that we were now off the M1 and travelling slowly through Hampstead and down towards Swiss Cottage. The traffic wasn't too bad for the early evening rush hour, but we were travelling into London and not out as most were. Nevertheless it was a bit stop and go.

"Oh yes Cat, those I like," Ash said as I rolled the fairly tight skirt up past my hips. I was wearing black lace, bikini panties and lacy topped holdups. "Lay back and hold your tits," he ordered me as he knelt on the floor. Taking hold of my knees he eased my legs apart, widely apart almost lewdly apart.

My bottom was on the edge of the seat so I was well laid back, almost lying down really.

He rubbed me through the panties. I did as he told me and rolled my tits around squeezing them and pinching my nipples in the way that aroused me, as if I needed any other stimulatio, and pleased him. He started pulling on my panties, but of course with my legs as wide open as they could be they got stuck just below my hips.

"Hold on Ash," I said as I prepared to push them down.

"Stay still," he growled pushing a fingernail through the lace and then with one strong tug he tore them down the side.

I had never had my panties ripped off me before and I had to admit it was quite a thrill.

He peeled the torn sides of them away from me leaving them clinging to one leg but baring my pussy.

Then, as the Rolls moved sedately down Baker Street, across Oxford Street and into Bond Street, he licked me to a wonderful orgasm, which I recalled was the first I had ever experienced in a moving car.

Just as we turned into Piccadilly, I managed to get my boobs put away, took my torn panties off and smoothed my skirt down.

Ian greeted us at the rear entrance to the Ritz that Ash tended to use.

"Welcome back Ashiree and hello again Missus Moor," he said in his plummy accent asking as we stood by the car. "Will you need the car any more this evening?"

"No, send him home."

"Oh sod," I whispered to Ash turning back to the car. "I've left my knickers in there."

"Leave them, it doesn't matter," he said as I gripped the door handle and looked in through the window to see the torn panties in the middle of the floor. It was then that it hit me, the windows were not one way at all.

Turning back to Ash and Ian, I saw that they were walking away from me. We never went around the hotel together

In the suite, we rowed about that. I felt that he had misled me and cheated on me.

"How the fuck can you do that to me?"

"Do what?"

"Tell me the windows were one way. Anyone could have seen us."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What if they did see us, all they would have was the registration number of the car, nothing about you."

I got want he meant, but I was still furious with him.

"So are you saying Cat, that you did not like me eating your cunt in the car?"

"Yes. No, of course not, but you should have told me."

"If I had said before you undressed, so eagerly I might add, that I was going to suck your cunt and people might look in you would not have let me would you?" He said coming up close and putting his arm round me and squeezing my bum.

"Of course I wouldn't."

"So what you got was the thrill of being sucked in a car and a great orgasm so what's the fucking problem?" he growled kissing me.

In my mind, I had to agree, what was the fucking problem as I kissed him back.

We fucked on the floor of the lounge. As expected at the Ritz, the pile on the carpet was thick and soft.

"We're going out," he informed me later.

"Together?"

"Yes."

"Where, not in the hotel surely?"

"No to a club in Notting Hill."

"How will we get there?" I asked remembering he had sent the chauffeur home.

"I'll walk and get a cab and pick you up at the main door."

"Is it dressy?" I asked as we both stood up.

"No you'll be fine in that," he said nodding at the 'smart casual' dress I had managed to drape over a chair.

It was dark blue, fairly fitted, semi-sheath dress. It was low, but not outrageously so at the neck, with spaghetti shoulder straps and the hem was just above my knee. It was tight round my hips and across my bum, but the top was looser.

"Let me have a quick shower?"

"Sure, but hurry for if you flaff around here with no clothes on much longer I will have to have you again."

Smiling, I said. "You are completely incorrigible."

I showered, but didn't wash my hair so I was ready to get dressed quite quickly. That's when I realised that I had no panties for he had ruined them in the car. Wandering back into the lounge wrapped in a towel, I picked the dress up and knew that it was fine to go commando in. I looked around for my bra thinking where the hell did that go?

Ash wandered in, he was fully dressed in mustard yellow chinos and a dark blue linen shirt; he looked great.

"I told you to hurry and look at you, still naked."

"I can't find my bra, do you know where it went."

"Yes."

"So may I have it please?"

"No."

"What?"

"You've got no panties to wear so why bother with a bra."

"I can't go braless with these," I said nodding at my tits.

As usual I lost the debate with Ash laughing as he said, pretend you are a call girl, there's plenty around here.

Just a short time later we were walking towards the elevators with him following me.

"Your arse is fantastic Cat," he said quietly as he ran his hand over one of my cheeks. That felt good.

We were alone in the lift and as the doors shut so he pulled me to him, kissed me and slid his hand up my skirt. 

"Open your legs."

"We can't here."

"Don't be daft, of course we can't, but I want to feel that cunt that I so enjoyed eating earlier."

Relieved that he didn't want to go far, I opened my legs and gasped and jumped as he ran his fingers along my sex.

"I see you enjoyed that," he said nodding at my chest, as he removed his hand and the lift reached the ground floor. Of course my nipples had hardened I realised as he walked out of the lift before me. I pressed the up button, trying to get a few moments so that they might subside.

Feeling embarrassed and awkward on the long walk from the lifts to the side entrance of the hotel where the cabs queue up, I cursed Ash, for doing this to me. I knew that my nipples were still hard and that any keen glance at my chest, and in places like the Ritz women get lots of keen glances, they would be noted. That was made worse by my unfettered breasts jiggling and bouncing as I walked and, of course, the wiggle of my bum that again any keen glance would realise was bare under the tight skirt. His words about pretending to be a whore whirled round my mind as two guys, looked at me as if they were going to proposition me.

Fortunately, I reached the door before they could. It was also fortunate that a few seconds later Ash arrived in a black cab.

Immediately I was inside, hardly before the cabbie had driven off and certainly before we had reached Piccadilly, he was kissing me.

"No not again Ash," I said pushing him off.

"Ok," he replied surprising me at how easily he had given in. "Just this then," he said, sliding his hand up my skirt. I kept my legs closed, tightly. Despite that he managed to run them along my pubic mound and touch my clit.

"We don't have to join in," he said when we sat at the bar of the club. 

It was obviously a swingers place. A very upscale one, but undoubtedly one where there was a lot going on and where the audience could join in or watch as they preferred.

"Have you ever?" I asked just as a couple walked by naked, arm in arm.

"Of course not."

"But you do come here?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Purely for kicks Cat, we are all voyeurs at heart," he said placing his hand on my knee. "Come on."

We wandered around looking into rooms where there were several couples having sex, another that was all guys and another with all women. We saw people swimming in the nude, having massages and simply sitting around kissing and caressing each other. It was quite exciting. 

"Let's go downstairs, it's the dungeon."

He led me down some narrow stairs to a basement where there were several rooms with bars, making them look like prison cells. I saw men and women tied up, some were blindfolded and others were being spanked. There was a set stocks like they used to use on witches, large crosses on which one women was tied as if being crucified and several posts to which both men and women were tied. 

"What are they doing?" I asked pointing at the woman tied to the cross, the guys to the posts and the one standing with his arm through the stocks. All of them were naked.

"Offering themselves," he replied putting his arm round me and letting his hand dangle down so his fingers were on my bottom.

"For what?"

"Anything anyone want to do to them," he told as he caressed my bum.

It was pretty heady stuff in the dungeon, but Ash said.

"Let's go back and check out the orgy room."

This was a large, dimly lit room with big rubber or probably plastic mattresses round all four sides. Two side were all glass so voyeurs could stand outside and watch the exhibitionists inside them. Standing looking in I was becoming more and more aroused at seeing men being sucked by girls, girls with guys between their opened legs and several couples simply fucking.

As I watched all that, his hand going up my skirt didn't seem to be at all out of place. As later, when we were sitting on a sofa, did it seem unusual for my skirt to be rolled up and for Ash to finger fuck me to a pleasant, albeit rather public orgasm; the first I had experienced as others looked on!

*

As my sexual adventuring with Ash reached its first anniversary, I sort of took stock of things. Although I was thoroughly enjoying the increasingly extreme sex we were sharing and despite Richard and I getting on better than we had for years, I wasn't completely comfortable with what I was doing. I could not quite work out whether Ash was taking me on a downward spiral of sexual depravity, whether I was being so unfaithful to Richard that I should stop or whether the diversion that Ash provided was actually helping my marriage.




Sexual Adventurers Ch. 02



Also, I often wondered, how he was in his meetings and dinners with Richard. I have never been in a situation where I have been required to meet with someone whose partner I am having an affair with so I had no conception of what it would feel like and how I would act. Knowing Ash quite well as I did now, I was pretty sure he would handle it in the calm way that he seemed to handle everything in which he was involved.

Although we rarely talked about our personal lives and I had no idea whether he was still sleeping with Esthel, he let out a few things that suggested that I was not his sole companion in this sexual adventure lifestyle. I did not pursue those conversations as, quite frankly, I did not really want to know, but equally I did not really care. Again the compartment concept came into play.

After our trip to that sex club, we went out a few times together, but never to restaurants or clubs in the West End as he was worried of being seen by the paparazzi. 

Twice, after dark we went for walks in Green Park. Each time I was not wearing underwear, something that excited both of us very much. As an example of the depth, or height depending on your viewpoint, of our relationship, one of those times I wore just a Burberry raincoat and heels. I had massive turns on going down in the elevator with Ash holding the coat open and revealing my nakedness, walking through the lobby of The Ritz holding the coat together as I did up the buttons and belt and strolling down Piccadilly naked under that. And of course the turn on for both of us reached its pinnacle when he fucked me up against a willow tree in the park.

As well as more deviant or, as some might call it, kinky practices, our sex also became a little rougher, more experimental with a touch of BDSM and D/s role playing as well. He would smack my breasts or pussy quite hard and I enjoyed it. He pulled my hair and I enjoyed that too. He even spanked me a couple of times, but I didn't get too much from that and we were both fearful of the red marks on my bum, not clearing up before Richard got back from his latest trip

"Go into the bedroom, undress to your knickers and lay on the bed on your front," he said just after I arrived one evening, having been collected by the Roller and delivered to The Ritz.

As he said that he hardly looked up from his laptop and gave me no further greeting, not even our usual kiss. 

I did as he said. I got quite a buzz from him ordering me around.

"Put this on," he told me giving me a blindfold.

I did as he said and was lying on my front on the bed when I heard him come in. Taking my wrist in one hand, he rubbed that against him. He was naked and erect.

"Mmmmmm nice," I whispered wrapping my finger round his cock.

Then I felt something cold on my wrist. He pulled that above my head and I heard a click as he clearly handcuffed me to the bed.

"What the hell?" I grunted as he took my other wrist and repeated the action. 'Christ,' I thought. 'He's handcuffed me to the bed. 

"Be quiet Cat, you'll love this."

David and I had messed around with tying up a few times, but had usually used my panties or tights, not bloody handcuffs. I had found being restrained quite exciting as he did, but we didn't get too far into it. This, however, was a completely different ball game, for in addition to being manacled I was also sight deprived. I had never had that before and surprisingly, I loved it.

"Kneel for me," he told me.

I did.

"Keep your face on your hands."

I did.

He began to massage my shoulders in slow, sensuous movements. This was one of a number of things that I particularly enjoyed with Ash. He has this way of introducing complimentary aspects and differences into our sex. Aggressiveness and gentleness, sordidness and decorum and romance with raw sex. The combination of being handcuffed and blindfolded with a languid, sensual, caressing type of massage was a classic example. As were the words he used.

"Your tits look fantastic like that, you sexy, dirty bitch," he said pulling my panties down to mid-thigh but not removing them.

With one hand he softly massaged my back and with the other he pinched my nipple hard making me gasp with the sudden pain. His hands slowly moved down my arms, pausing to touch my breasts softly before cupping them and then, after removing his hand slapping them, again making me jump and gasp with the sharp pain. He moved on and down to my hands that he massaged not missing a finger. 

Maybe wrongly, but I was sinking into a deeply relaxed state as he turned his attention to my back and buttocks. I didn't object or try to wriggle away when he massaged between my cheeks passing right across my anus.

"Hold this," he said passing me something that was fairly heavy and cold. "Warm it up."

I held it in my hand pressed against the bed as he rubbed warm oil into my buttocks, thighs calf muscles and feet. It was lovely. Then his hands were between my legs and he started to stroke my sex. My first impulse was to push back against his hand and open my legs more to give him greater access. I guessed, though that if I did he would only push me down again so I stayed as I was and revelled in his fingers applying slow, sensual and so fucking sexy strokes to my slit.

My skin tingled when he leaned forward and hovered his body over mine, kissing softly the back of my shoulders. He took the mysterious object from my hands and I felt more oil being dripped onto my back. His magic hands continued their seduction of my skin; I could have purred.

Comfortable?" he whispered right into my ear.

"Mmmmm blissfully so," I sighed.

"You need to pull your knees more under you, but keep your head on the bed.

I did as he told me aware that my bum was very much on display. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable. In addition to the pleasantly erotic sensation of the sight deprivation, I was pleased that I was blindfold for, in a way it gave me a degree of anonymity although I knew full well he could see everything; a female sexual adventurer's tortuous logic perhaps!

He covered my back in light kisses and soft licks, gradually moving further down my back. Then, my insides somersaulted when he ran his tongue from the back of my neck all the way down to my clit in one long lick. That was sensational.

He whispered in my ear. "Cat, I need you to stay relaxed and not overthink what I am going to do. In a moment I am going to prepare you for the fuck of your dreams, but you must trust me. Ok?"

He said that with that sexy as fuck voice that continually mesmerised me. He could have been saying anything to me and I would have gone along with it. With one hand under me cupping and squeezing my breast and nipple rather hard as had become more the norm recently, he gripped the slight excess of flesh on my hip with the other. His fingernails dug welcomingly painfully into it, reminding me to work harder at the gym.

He licked and kissed from the bottom of my spine to my clit that he sucked into his mouth. He sort of growled as he often did when aroused before saying.

"You are fucking beautiful down here Cat, you have a gorgeous cunt and arsehole."

"Mmmmm," I sighed probably too far gone to put a full sentence together.

He muttered. "Don't move." Then his mouth was on me. His fingers parted my folds for his tongue to inflict the maximum devastation on my self-control. Licks, kisses and flicks of his tongue all over my pussy and clit quickly had me panting and wanting to plead with him to put me out of my misery and fuck me. But I didn't. I was becoming a junky for his continual torment, but was both pleased and relieved when I felt his fingers sliding up me. I writhed against them in an effort to wring every last bit of pleasure from the penetration. Somehow, he managed to get his tongue on my clit at the same time and that made me feel as if I would cum, and heavily.

Just when my release was imminent, he stopped and removed his fingers. I thought I might explode with frustration until I felt his finger pressing on my anus gently probing it. It went in quite easily, probably up to the knuckle. Then so fucking frustratingly he removed that too. I almost screamed with the loss of that degree of pleasure. Then I felt warm oil being drizzled on to my lower back and gained a lovely sensation as it ran down between my bum cheeks. He rubbed me there including on and just inside the hole.

The pressure on my bottom returned, but it was different and increasing. At the same time, his fingers slipped back inside my pussy and began pumping slowly up and down it. That together with the increasing pressure on my anus created a feeling of sublime fullness that was accompanied by an inexplicable expectation, but I had no idea of what.

The pressure against my vaginal wall was increasing from both sides, but for a moment or two I could not work out how or why. Then it hit me. He was penetrating my anus with either, a dildo of some form or, a butt plug. Then, of course it hit me that was what he had asked me to warm up; it was a butt plug, another first for me

Ash again managed to get his head between my legs and quite unexpectedly, he sucked hard on my clit. The combination of everything that was going on was far, far too much and my orgasm exploded over my body and in my mind seemingly with the force that water crashes over Niagara.

*

"No it won't be a big do," Richard had said when he told me that we would be going to a charity dinner and auction at the Victoria and Albert Museum in a couple of weeks' time. "I think there are only a dozen or so tables with ten per table, black tie and posh frock though."

We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed. I was down to my bra and panties, Richard was in his shirt and boxers.

"These bloody cufflinks," he moaned as he fiddled with the two little gold, oval plates connected by a thin gold chain. "I can never get them off."

"Here let me," I said moving close to him and taking the cuff of his shirt between my fingers.

"Do we have one or two tables?" I asked as I fiddled them out of the cuffs. "See easy."

"Just the one," he said putting his arms round me and kissing the top of my head. "Thanks."

"So who is going?" I asked feeling comfortable in his arms. I slid mine round his waist

"Us and Herbert and Jane from the firm, a couple from Goldmans, the couple from Apple who you met at Ascot last year and Ashiree and his wife, what's her name Esthel?" 

His words crashed into my mind. I had been to just one company function with Ash there since we had started and I had no idea how I would handle it.

"Mmm, right sounds good," I mumbled as he pulled me to him.

He was hardening as he kissed me and pulled me against his erection. Whilst it felt good, as it usually did nowadays, the introduction of Ash into the conversation changed things a bit, well a lot actually.

Ash, what we did and the whole sexual adventurer thing was our 'compartment.' Only he and I had keys and could get in there. When we came out, we locked it and forgot about it until the next time we opened the door. During that time, our paths did not cross, there was no contact, no email, phone calls or texts until I would receive one telling where and when we would next open it up.

This changed things. Not only having his name mentioned as I was about make love to my husband, but also knowing that I would have to spend an evening in his company.

Richard was undoing my bra as he kissed me long and deep. Although Ash was in my mind, I reached down and slid my hand into my husband's boxers and gripped his erection. 

At first when I started with Ash, when I was with him, I compared him to Richard and when with Richard I compared him to Ash. This was with what each other did, how they performed and the size and feel of their cocks. I had stopped that a few months ago now and when I was with either of them the other did not feature in my thinking. That had made the odd situation I was in and the lie I was living with Richard, both bearable and manageable. Now, however, it all came back and as I gently rubbed my husband's manhood I could not help recalling how Ash felt and how thicker and longer it was. I knew this was wrong, but there was nothing I could do about.

As equally, there was nothing I could do about comparing the way that Richard finished undressing me, gently and caringly removing my bra and panties to how Ash would often simply tear them from me. Additionally, as I lay on the bed in Richards arms

I could not stop thinking of how his fumblings compared not too well to Ash's confident and vibrant caresses. And of course, when Richard made love to me, as gentle, caring and affectionate as it always was, my mind and body could not stop itself thinking about the aggressive and at times almost violent ways that Ash usually fucked me.

I was absolutely flabbergasted when Ash came up to Richard and me at the reception and introduced his companion. I had expected the slight trauma of having to meet again and be with his wife Esher or Esthel, I still wasn't sure which. I had not at all expected to be spending the evening with my lover and his 'Promotions Manager!' 

"Hi Richard and Cat," Ash had said shaking Richard's hand and kissing me on the cheek, which sent shock waves of desire through me. "May I introduce Sunya, she has recently joined us as Promotions Manager," he went on putting his arm round the stunning, black girl beside him. We all shook hands as Ash explained to Sunya who we were.

We made idle conversation as we waited for the dinner to start. That was to be followed by an auction on behalf of a charity that Richard's firm supported.

Sunya was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall, probably up around five feet nine inches and slim although her tight, white sheath dress clung provocatively to her breasts showing them to be reasonably full and round. The three-quarter length dress had slit up both sides and when she moved they opened and her long, legs were revealed at times almost up to her hips. She was wearing a gold pleated, thin belt round her what seemed to be impossibly small waist and matching gold, mid-height heeled, strappy sandals. Her jet-black hair was half up with ringlets hanging down her face and neck, she wore little make-up or jewellery. Her every move seemed to be witnessed by most people in the room who appeared to be obsessed with her, me included.

The overall image she portrayed was of a beautiful, highly sexy and confident young woman. 

The whole evening was hell. That was due to a combination of my lust for Ash that had reared up immediately I saw him and did not abate all evening, my concern at Sunya being there and just who she was and the conflict due to being with my husband and lover at the same time.

I sat apposite Ash on the ten person round table. Every time I looked up, his gaze seemed to meet mine and that started my heart pounding. His dark, 'I am going to fuck you eyes' locked on me stripping away my clothes and baring my body to him. Continually I felt shivers go through me as I imagined myself sitting there naked with the others looking at me. It was just like it had been when I first met Ash. I wanted him so badly and I doubt I would have objected if he had fucked me the table between us.

"What the fuck's going on Ash?" I asked quietly with a big smile on my face making out we were having an ordinary conversation standing by the bar

"How do you mean my dear," he smiled back lifting his glass of, naturally, Crystal Champagne to an acquaintance.

"How could you bring her here? Who is she?"

"What I said and she organises all our event, including this."

"This, what do you mean?"

"We are sponsoring this."

"I thought Richard's firm is."

"No we are and Sunya has organised all of it."

"Oh I see," I replied feeling a little guilty."

"Oh hi darling," I said my heart thumping as Richard wandered up to us.

"How are things Ash?" he asked almost immediately starting to talk business.

With me looking on and sipping my champagne they gabbled on about business for a few minutes before Ash said.

"I bet he hasn't shown you the Beckham exhibition has he?"

"No, I know nothing about it."

Between them they explained that there was an exhibition of the ex Spice Girl's clothes that she has worn and that she was donating one to be auctioned later this evening for Ash' charity.

"Why is she doing that?" I asked.

"Ash knows David well," Richard explained adding. "He is a main investor in the soccer team David is setting up in Miami."

I was amazed that I did not know that. I was even more amazed that after sleeping with Ash so many times now, I still hardly knew anything about him. But then I reconciled, we were sexual adventurers and our relationship was based purely on sex and in that field I knew plenty about him.

"Well if you are not going to show your wife the exhibition Richard, then I will," Ash said taking my arm. "Come on Cat."

Glasses of champagne in our hands, Ash steered me out of the room.

"What was all that about?" I asked feeling my arousal building up as we became alone walking through the museum.

Turning a corner into a narrower and less well lit corridor Ash said. "I had to get you alone, I want you so badly, it's hell in there looking at you and not being able to touch you or fuck you."

His words sent my temperature up and my pulses racing. He was saying exactly what I felt.

We turned another corner and we were in a deserted, almost dark corridor. Taking my glass from my hand he put that with his onto a ledge and pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His hands went to my bum and squeezed it.

"Ash we can't not here."

"Shush just be quiet and kiss me you horny bitch."

I knew that it was crazy and at any moment someone could come along, but I could not bring myself to resist him. Not when he continued kissing me, not when he cupped and squeezed my breast, not when his hand went up my skirt at the back and not even when he tried to wiggle his fingers between my legs. I was helpless to stop him when he pressed his full erection against me, I could not stop him when he pinched my nipple or when he forced his fingers between my legs that to my shame I opened. And I could not resist or stop him when he pulled the gusset of my panties to one side and finger fucked me to a quick, strong orgasm.

*

As Ash was using the car, I had travelled into London by train to Kings Cross then by tube across town. It was only ten days after the do at the V & A museum, the shortest gap there had been between our assignations.

It was early evening on a Wednesday, Richard was in America and Ash had asked me to stay the night at the Ritz. I rang him as I came out of Green Park station and he confirmed that he was in the suite and said. 

"Come straight up."

He opened the door dressed in a knee length, white silk dressing robe. He looked fantastic and my knees felt weak simply looking at him.

"I have just had a shower so that I would be ready for you Cat," he said pulling me against him and kissing me deeply. I kissed him back loving being in his arms and the feel of him against me. He pulled me into the lounge from the entrance hallway still kissing me. In there, we continued the kiss and his hands pulled my skirt up until it was bunched around my hips and he could stroke and squeeze the cheeks of my bum; he loved doing that almost as much as I loved him doing it.

He undressed me quickly. Leaving my clothes on the floor of the lounge of the suite, he took me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. He slipped the robe off and stood there flaunting his gorgeous nakedness and deliciously rampant, thick cock at me.

"Come on Ash," I groaned holding my arms out to him.

"What do you want Cat?" He replied approaching the bed.




Sexual Adventurers Ch. 02



"I want to be fucked Ash, I have thought of nothing else since the V and A."

And that is exactly what he did. He fucked me hard, quick and energetically so that we came together each calling out the other's name interspersed with numerous fucks, cocks, cunts and yeses. We were getting more and more into dirty talk.

We dozed in each other's arms. Ash was fantastic after sex. Whereas Richard seemed to want to get away from me as quickly as he could after he had ejaculated, Ash was completely the opposite. Usually leaving his cock in me until it completely softened and slipped out naturally, he held and stroked me, gave me lots of little kisses and helped me all the way down from the height of my orgasm. 

Richard would always get up and go to the bathroom after sex. Ash didn't, he stayed with me, holding me and talking. It was at these times immediately following sex or as we built up to the next session that we talked about being sexual adventurers and where it would take us next. 

The last but one time we had been together, other than the finger fuck in the museum, Ash had asked if I had been with a woman.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have," I told him.

"When was that?"

"Oh years ago, I was at uni."

"None since then?"

"No, I have told you, other than David, I have been faithful."

"Until now," he smiled cupping my breast and nibbling my nipple.

"Yes until now," I sighed running my fingers over his chest and down to his waist.

"You happy with this still?" He rather surprised me by asking as he kissed me on the lips.

"Yes Ash, I am."

"Have you got over the guilt and all that crap?"

"Yes pretty much, I have moments of course."

"Well that's natural. So not since university?"

"What?" I asked not getting what he meant.

"With another woman?"

"Yes right, not since then."

"Did you do much?"

Laughing I replied. "Depends on what you mean by much."

"Well did you go down on each other?" He asked pushing me onto my back and running his fingernails gently up and down the inside of my thighs.

"If you mean oral, yes we did. We tipped the velvet as they say"

"How many times?"

"What? I don't know a dozen or so I guess."

"How many girls did you go with?"

"It was mid-eighties, Madonna and all that stuff, lesbians became fashionable."

"Ok forget the justification how many?"

"Three."

"But none since?"

"Well one actually?"

"I thought you had been faithful to Richard."

"It was before we married we parted for a while."

"So you found consolation in a woman's arms?"

"Now don't be sarcastic," I said smacking his hand away from my breast. "But yes, I suppose I did, I was upset."

"Was it just a once off?"

"Well she was, but I was with her for a couple of weeks."

"Who was she?"

"One of the girls from uni."

"Have you been tempted since?"

"I have been tempted."

"But you have resisted?"

"Yes, being faithful was my pleasure."

"Would you like to do it again?"

"Go with another woman?"

"Yes."

"Well as I said, I am faithful to Richard."

He laughed as he slid his fingers along my sex. "Call this being faithful?"

"Well you wrote the rule book didn't you?" I said reaching down and gripping his cock, which grew in my hand.

"So would you?"

"Go with another woman?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't see how I can and be faithful."

"That sounds rather like you would like to," he said, sucking my nipple into his mouth, then removing it and adding. "If you wouldn't get caught."

"It's a bit more than that Ash," I said cupping his balls in the palm of my hand and squeezing gently.

"Mmmmm that's nice. Yes I suppose it is. So if it was more like we are would you?"

Throughout my married life and especially since my fling with David, I had been tempted, but as I had told Ash, I had resisted. Before he and I had started I had many fantasies, largely due I thought to being frustrated. These included having another affair, picking up a guy for a one off, going with a young guy and being with another woman. As in recent years being bi or lesbian had become more popular and was written about more frequently, so my curiosity had once more increased, so I was sort of primed for what Ash went on to suggest.

"Not sure," I replied.

"As part of being a sexual adventurer Cat why not have a threesome?"

"I haven't thought about it."

Sliding his fingers into me and rubbing my clit with his thumb he growled. 

"Well think about it now." 

With me gripping his now fully erect cock, he started to finger fuck me. "Are you thinking?"

"Yes," I gasped rubbing his cock probably too hard and fast as his fingers slid up and down me.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Would you like to Cat?" He asked holding his fingers rigid, deep inside me as he rubbed right on my clit. "Will you have a threesome with another woman and me?"

Whether it was the vision of being with another female, his thumb on my clit or what his fingers were doing inside me, I don't know, but just as my orgasm exploded and Ash shot all over my hand and stomach, I groaned.

"Yes Ash, yes I will.

This time as we lay together after the sex, we chatted about the function at the V and A. He asked if I had enjoyed the finger fuck in the corridor. I had told him that I had and agreed that it had been made more exciting from it being in a place where we might have been caught.

"We'll have to do that more Cat, it turned me on so much," he said.

"Yes, but I was scared."

"All part of the action Cat. Come on let's eat."

He called the butler and ordered steaks and salad. I had a quick bath and slipped into a black, silk dressing robe that he kept at the Ritz for me. I heard Baxter leave and wandered into the dining room where the table was set. It did not register at first, but when we had both sat down I noted the table was set for three. I assumed that it was a mistake or something had got lost in translation between the Lebanese and the Italian.

"He's set it for three Ash."

"Yes that's right."

"How come?"

"We have a guest joining us."

"No," I said panicking as to who it might be. "Who is it?"

Obviously planned for as I said that the door opened and Sunya walked in.

"Hello Cat," she beamed.

If she had looked fantastic at the V and A in that white, sheath dress I could not think of the words to describe how she looked as she ambled over to the table. She was wearing just a pair of white panties.

"Oh hi," I mumbled totally confused.

Ash took over. Standing and pouring the red wine he said.

"Sunya is joining us Cat," adding after a pause. "... for the night."

"What?"

"Well you did say yes Cat, didn't you?"

It was only then that it really hit me. Sunya was to be our partner in the threesome.

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Sexual Adventurers



"That will be all thank you Ian," he said adding with a big smile at me. "I will look after Missus Moor and her every need." Ian left us and I was alone with Ash for the first time and in a hotel room, well actually a bloody great suite. That gave me goose bumps.

"Thank you for inviting us, well me," I blabbered feeling totally out of my depth and out of control.

"It is and will be all my pleasure, I assure you" Ash replied.

We chatted for a while exchanging such pleasantries as our health, my journey in from Hertfordshire and the results at Wimbledon so far. He asked if I would like some Champagne telling me that he had some Crystal on ice. As he was walking into the kitchen area of the massive apartment I remarked at how lovely it was and he told me that he always stays in it when in London. I cringed thinking how much it would cost.

"We pay a retainer so that it is always made available for me," he explained. I didn't bother asking how that worked, though I made a mental note to look up the rates when I got home. I had drifted a bit thinking about my knickers coming down and how much the suite must cost, but his rich, sexy voice brought me back to my senses. Well not actually to my senses for every time I heard him speak little shivers that got stronger each time, ran through my entire body. "It's more for the view," he said. 

Then, placing his hand on the small of my back that my now sex addled mind recorded was right between my bra strap and the waist of my panties he said. "Come," and of course it is not hard to guess what that said to my sexually fertile mind.

As the feelings from his hand on my back, roared through my body, he led me over to the floor to ceiling, French windows that were open. He stood slightly behind me as we looked out over Green Park. 

Purposefully tantalisingly, teasingly or simply forgetfully leaving his hand on my back I imagined, I think, that his fingertips were pressing and almost caressing me. I wanted to lean backwards and feel him against me or have him slide his hand downwards and cup the cheeks of bottom, but of course I did nothing other than say how lovely was the view.

Somewhat spoiling my reveries he asked.

"And how is Richard?"

"Oh he's fine."

"On his way to LA isn't he?"

"Yes, he is."

"He travels a great deal," he went on.

His hand was still on my back and the pressure from his fingers was feeling more obvious now. I reconciled in my mind that this must mean something for surely he could so easily have moved it away. 'Shit, he wants to touch me' I thought, my mind racing as what I had theoretically lusted for since meeting him seemed to move a stage nearer.

"Yes he does, too much," I replied sharply, half wanting to push myself back against his hand and half wanting to escape. This was crazy and getting worse. 'Was he just playing me?' I asked myself.

"Yes I tell him that too. Like there was no need to go to LA today."

"Really?"

"Yes I have someone out there who could have handled the business perfectly adequately."

"He has gone on your business?" I asked now feeling confused.

"Yes, but only a small deal."

"And you knew he was going?" I asked turning towards him noting that his hand slipped down and now rested on my hip.

"Yes."

"What, when you asked us to Wimbledon?" I babbled on feeling partly annoyed at being manipulated, partly excited at what that implied and partly scared of what might now be going to happen.

"Yes of course Cat," he said quietly looking me right in the eye and now quite obviously squeezing my hip as he added. "But I did not actually ask both of you to Wimbledon."

I was amazed at how this was coming out. Amazed, perplexed, slightly annoyed, but enormously aroused.

"What, did you mean just me to go there with you?"

"Yes, but not to Wimbledon. I asked if you would like to watch the final with me and I meant on this," he said pointing to a large plasma on the wall.

He laughed and edged his hand down a little.

"But why?"

"You must know why?" he responded moving slightly nearer to me.

Of course I did know why, but I did not dare acknowledge that to myself let alone him.

"You must feel it Cat, as I do. You must sense it as I do."

'Oh god stop, please, for fuck's sake stop,' I said to myself as his words washed over me and his hand slid round my waist a little further.

"You must see how we look at each other, how we can't drag our eyes away, how we cannot bear to look away."

'Stop it, shut up,' I said to myself or thought I did.

"You know you don't mean that Cat, you know you mean quite the opposite," he said as his hand slid right the way round my waist and he pulled me to him.

"No Ashiree, no, I do mean it."

"I can't Cat, I simply cannot stop," he said putting his other arm round me as well.

"You must, we must," I groaned, probably with little conviction.

"No Cat, we have to go on, we have to go further and have what we both want so badly," he said pointedly pulling me so that our stomachs pressed together. He was hard and he was big.

"Oh Ash," I groaned as his mouth hovered over mine.

"Say yes Cat, say you will."

"I can't I mustn't."

"You can Cat and you must," he said pressing his erection more firmly against me.

It felt so good and made me grunt with want.

"Ashiree this is madness."

"No Cat it is perfectly sane. I can tell that you want me. I saw it that first time at the Grosvenor. Tell me I am wrong."

I didn't reply, I couldn't; speech was probably beyond me.

"And I wanted you. When we danced I wanted to fuck you on the dance floor,"

"No, no, no."

"And when we finished I wanted to lay you on the table, push your dress up, take your panties down and suck you until I made you cum. Don't even try telling me that you have not thought of me doing that."

"No Ash, I haven't," I lied as his basic, but in my state almost poetic words filled my mind. No one had ever spoken to me like that before and I would have thought I would find it vulgar. I didn't. In fact I found it so attractive, persuasive and total appropriate to the situation that I wanted more and felt like joining in by saying. 'I have dreamt of holding your cock and having it fuck my cunt.'

He took hold of my head and turned it so I was looking directly into his eyes as he whispered.

"Tell me Cat, you have imagined us together, you have thought of me naked, you have imagined holding this." 

He pushed his erection harder against my pubic bone, making me grunt and sending shock-waves of sexual need through me.

"You have thought of us both naked haven't you Cat?"

I didn't reply, I couldn't.

His mouth came close to mine and I knew that soon we would kiss.

"You have haven't you Cat you have thought of being naked in my arms, of me being inside you, admit it Cat you have visualised me fucking you haven't you?"

I could hardly think. My mind had gone blank other than to realise just how well he had read me. He had described most of the visualisations I had about him and me. His erotic words delivered by his velvety voice, as his gorgeous face was so close to mine and my stomach was pressed so firmly against his cock that seemed to grow by the moment, made for a heady mix of sensations. I felt as though I was in a trance. I lost the ability to think in a rational way or to behave how a, relatively, happily married forty something mother of two should conduct herself. Nothing seemed to matter other than Ash, his body, my need and sex. Sex and sexual gratification seemed to be at the heart of everything. 

He kissed me. Right on the lips, with his mouth open and his tongue out. It was a rough kiss and rather half-heartedly I tried to stop him, but he knew that was not what I wanted.

"Tell me Cat, you want me don't you? You want us to fuck and all you are worried about are the stupid social conditionings. Forget them. You are like me, I saw it immediately we met, you are a sexual adventurer just as I am."

"Oh no, Ash, please stop," I moaned. Of course he didn't and truth be known I did not want him to.

"Forget Richard and forget Esthel, it is just us, just what we need to have. And that is each other," he said as both of his hands grasped the cheeks of my bum. It felt so good. "No one will ever know Cat, just you and me."

"Oh god Ash," I sighed involuntarily sucking on his bottom lip and writhing myself against his gorgeous hard on, before pushing him away, a little.

"Yes Cat, come with me, give into it. Give into what you want, what your body and mind needs. What you most desire Catherine," he said rubbing his erection against me sending even more rushes of desire through my body. He went on crashing his words into my mind "Forget the conventions, people like us are beyond them, they don't apply to us. All we require is pleasure and sexual satisfaction. I know it as well as you do, just admit it Cat, just let go and come with me."

He kissed me again and once more I fought him off, but rather more half-heartedly this time. 

I could not get my mind round what he meant about us being alike, about conventions not applying to people like us and us being sexual adventurers. He was putting into words fantasies I had often thought of and, indeed, had started writing a story about. 

One of his hands found my breast. Before I could object or do anything about, he was squeezing it and pinching my nipple. It was becoming too late to stop. The sensations he was sending through me were simply too intense, too extreme and too fucking lovely for me to resist. 

I kissed him back and then groaned partly in frustration at how easily I was giving in and partly with excitement as his hand slid up the back of my skirt. My arms gripped him harder and as my hands and fingers found the tightness of his back and shoulders I moaned to myself at how wonderful his body felt. I had an almost irresistible urge to see it, run my hands over it and kiss and lick it. I knew that soon, when he was naked I would see that his body indeed was simply perfect.

His hand was on the back of my legs just under the hem of my skirt. He was pressing against where I had them tightly closed trying to get between them. I kept them closed, but now when he kissed me I did not resist. Our tongues clashed and duelled as I felt his hand creep further up the back of my legs. His other hand had somehow got inside my jacket and was squeezing my breast outside the black, lacy Perla bra.

I knew that I was going and that my resistance was waning. The combination of the enormous lust I had built up for him over the past few months, being alone with him, the words and phrases he was using to seduce me and his hands up my skirt and in my jacket were simply too much to resist.

"I have wanted you from the moment I saw you Cat, you know that don't you?" He asked oddly, I thought removing his hand from my jacket that, looking down I saw was open all the way down the front. I surprised myself as I had not noticed him doing that. "And I have seen in your eyes that you want me Cat. Isn't that the case?" He asked as I felt both his hands on the hem of my skirt. He was pulling the pencil skirt up my legs and I felt powerless to stop him. "Isn't it Cat, isn't it? You want me don't you Cat?" He went on and then stopped speaking for a few moments as so confidently he rolled the tight skirt up until it was mid-way between my knees and my bottom.

I groaned. "Oh God Ash."

I had never experienced a physical or verbal seduction like it. He continued with both.

"Tell me Cat, give in to what you want, tell me Cat, say it, say it."

"Say what Ash what do you want me so say?" I muttered as his hands holding my skirt reached my bottom.

"Tel me Cat, tell me you want me, please say it Cat, just say it."

"Oh Ash, yes, yes I do," I groaned slightly pissed off at how fully and seemingly easily he had got me to this state less than half hour after being alone with him in his suite.

He yanked on the skirt. It slid over my bottom and the five hundred pounds skirt was bunched round my waist.

"Do what Cat, what do you want me to do?" He asked gripping the bare cheeks of my bum.

"Sex Ash," I groaned as both my mind and body totally capitulated to this amazing man.

He ran his hands all over my bottom, flicked the slither of ridiculously flimsy and equally ridiculously expensive lace of the Perla thong then tried to slip his fingers between my legs. The fleshiness of my thighs stopped him, but he maintained the pressure. I did not move for a moment or two hoping in a way that my will power might return. I groaned with inward disappointment as without thought or consideration I opened them. With no further hesitation his fingers slid along the soaked, silky gusset sending tremors through the so sensitive lips of my pussy just beneath the surface. 

"What sex Cat, tell me what you want us to do?"

Now I really was gone. I had no resistance, no desire to stop him and, I realised with a jolt, I had no inhibitions left.

"I want us to have sex Ash, I want you to fuck me."

Not only did me saying those words seem to send him into a frenzy, but they also drove any lingering inhibitions I held about what we were doing away from me. 

He moaned.

"Oh Cat you sexy, fucking woman, yes I will fuck you and fuck you like you have never been fucked before. That's what you need and want isn't it?"

I believed him and grunted. "Yes Ash, yes I do."

He pushed my bra up and off my breasts so they were bare and available to him. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and pushed me backwards so that my bum was pressed against a round table in the middle of the room. Reaching down he got hold of my leg just above my knee and lifted me; I guessed what he wanted to do so I put my hand on the table and helped him lift me so that my bottom was on the edge of it.

With my nipple still in his mouth he fumbled in the folds of the skirt bunched round my waist. At the same time my need to see and feel him became greater. I pushed his face from my tits and frantically, it felt, started clumsily undoing the buttons on his shirt. Between us we got that off and I gasped with delight, admiration and sheer lust when I saw his toned chest. It was slightly hairy, just as I like a man's torso to be and each muscle was defined, though not bulky like a body builder. He was absolutely gorgeous. I ran my hands over sighing and whimpering as my fingertips seemed to be getting a series of electric shocks. I kissed his breasts and nibbled gently on each nipple before whispering something I had never before said to a man

"You are beautiful Ash."

"But nothing compared to your beauty," he grunted back as he pulled me against him squashing my tits against his wonderful chest

We kissed again. This time our urgency was even greater and it became more of a slurping of our lips together than a kiss, but it was just right for the circumstances.

His hands found the elastic of the waist band of my thong and started pulling on it. However, with my bottom flat against the table he could hardly move it so I lifted myself up. With no further ceremony or discussion he pulled the thong down so that it was almost round my knees. Pushing me back so I was nearly laying on the table, he roughly yanked my skirt up and pushed my legs open.

"Oh Cat you have a beautiful cunt," he said running his fingers along the lips. 

Just as I had not told anyone that he was beautiful before so no man had ever told me that I had a beautiful cunt. Somehow the use of that mostly vulgar word seemed absolutely perfect in the circumstances. The compliment made me feel good as did the way he was staring at and running his fingers up and down its soaked length. Grabbing my ankles he lifted them up and slid the thong off and dropped it on the carpet. So much for me wearing underwear to be undressed in; my bra was round my neck and my panties had been removed and discarded without him hardly looking at me in them. 

Now I had seen his upper body I wanted more, I wanted to see all of him, feel and touch him and have his nakedness up against me. And of course in my heightened state of sexual arousal I wanted to see and feel his cock. My hand reached out for him and I grasped it through the thin material of his trousers. It felt good.

"Yes Cat take it, it's yours," he said as between us we fumbled his belt undone and got his zip down. He shrugged the trousers off and I saw with a strange excitement that he was not wearing underpants. With an even greater, and certainly not strange excitement, at last I saw the cock in reality as opposed to the many times I had seen and held it in my fantasies. If anything it was bigger and better, it was quite the most delicious looking cock I had ever seen. Taking it my hand, I looked into his eyes and said smiling.

"Oh Ash you have a beautiful cock."

He was one of those rare men that could accept compliments graciously and without appearing arrogant. 'Probably' I thought because they were true and he was used to hearing them. He grinned.

"So we are both beautiful there," he replied adding. "And you are here too," as he once more sucked my nipple into his mouth.

I put my arm round his shoulders trying to pull him more firmly onto my breast. It felt so full and heavy, it was hot and tingling and my horrendously swollen nipples were aching to be sucked and chewed. Ash wriggled his way between my legs that rather crudely he pushed wide open.

"Now Cat I am going to fuck you," He grunted.

"Yes Ash," I grunted back as he put one arm round me with his hand on my bare bum and held his cock with the other. 

"You have no fear of disease Cat as I am checked weekly and I know you are clean, so we do not need to bother ourselves with protection," he said slightly haughtily, but nevertheless sensibly. I was relieved.

There was little further delay or foreplay. Quickly the bulbous head of his cock was pushed against me and then with a shrug of his hips it was roaring up my insides. It was bigger and thicker than any other cock that had been in me. It stretched me and gave me the feeling of being filled to over flowing. That was so different and so exciting.

He now had both arms round me holding my buttocks with his hands that were pulling me more tightly onto him. Without thinking I wrapped my legs round his waist and my arms round his neck. We kissed and then he started to fuck me properly. 

He was right, I had never been fucked like this before. Whether it was his girth, the way I was so stretched, the long agonising build up over several months or simply the almost ferocious way he slammed himself in and almost out of me, I have no idea, but quickly I was near to a climax. The sensations were so strong and so extreme that my orgasm started after hardly more than half a dozen or so thrusts. I was moaning, groaning, sighing and whimpering as Ash held me tight and slowed down. That made the rising fury of my orgasm abate a little and he held me there as he squeezed my breasts. He did that several more times so that my mind and body were held just under the peak of an orgasm for what seemed an age. It was the most gorgeous set of feelings I could recall having with sex.

As I languished in that delectable state so we kissed each other on the mouth and chests and caressed and fondled each other, sighing and groaning with the pleasure we were giving and receiving. 

At one time, he as good as removed himself from me leaving just the bulbous head between my lips. We both looked down and he said.

"Stroke it Cat."

I did as he asked. Feeling my wetness on his hardness and hearing the sharp intake of breath as I ran my fingernails along the side of his cock emboldened me. Running my fingers along the bottom of it I found and cradled his balls in my hand; I love the feel of that. Extending my forefinger I reached between his legs and gently scratched that patch of skin between the back of his scrotum and his bum.




Sexual Adventurers



"Oh yes Cat, yes, yes, yes," he moaned.

He also reached down between us and rubbed my clit as his tongue flittered across each of my nipples, as if I needed any more stimulation. Then, without any warning, he pushed forward surging his cock up me as far as it would go. He held it there a moment or two and then fucked me hard and fast for a short while. That did it. That put me over the top and I cried out in ecstasy as the most tremendous orgasm crashed through my mind and body.

Impaled fully on his amazing prick I fell backwards so that my back was flat on the table and my legs were round his waist. He lifted my bottom up a little and held himself rigid and still as I shuddered and convulsed my way through what was surely the strongest orgasm I had experienced.

I lay there still, but with little jerks of my body as the subsiding climax gave me those 'aftershocks' of pleasure and delight.

He pulled out of me and I looked up. He was still hard. I realised with a combination of disappointment that I had not made him cum, but also with excitement that he was ready to fuck me again whenever I wanted. And to be absolutely truthful that was as soon as we could do it.

"You were fucking amazing Cat," he said kissing me.

I kissed him back and whispered. "And you were amazing fucking Ash."

"I want you again."

"Of course, now?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I want to feel you cum," I told him, struggling my bra and jacket off as I stood up. I fumbled my skirt down.

"What are you doing?" He asked sounding alarmed.

"Taking it off, it will be ruined left crumpled up round my waist," I told him worrying about how it would look later when I went home.

"Don't worry I will send out for more clothes."

"No this will be ok if I hang it up for a while," I told him standing naked before him.

"We can get the hotel to sort it out, a butler comes with the suite."

"Very impressive," I said smiling as I looked at his still full erection.

"Yes and it needs attention," he replied crushing me to him and kissing me. It felt gorgeous squashing into my stomach. "You ready?" He asked.

"As I will ever be," I told him.

"The turn round Cat."

I did as he said.

"Put your forearms on the table and lean forward."

Again I did as he said and then had the thrill of him pressing his lovely cock against my pussy from behind, rubbing it up and down my slit a few times and then surging into me. Alternating his body positioning between folding himself round me and cupping and squeezing my breasts and standing upright and holding my hips, he fucked me hard and fast. There was little finesse or variation from him sliding deeply in me, then nearly out and then back in so deep I felt his balls smack against my leg.

"Oh god, Ash," I moaned as once more he took me towards an orgasm, but slowed down a little and held me just beneath its peak. How the hell he did that I had no idea.

"I told you I would fuck you as you have never been fucked before," he growled. "I was right wasn't I?"

"Yes, yes Ash you were right."

"Is it good, you dirty fucking bitch."

"Yes, yes it is," I moaned reaching behind with my hands to feel him. 

"Come on Cat, go for it, come over the top," he said renewing his vigorous thrusts in and out of me.

"Oh yes, fuck it yes," I moaned as once more a massive orgasm erupted in my mind and body.

"I'm cumming, you have done me Cat," he moaned as his cock went rigid inside me as it delivered its goods.

He collapsed on top of my back kissing and licking my shoulders and neck.

"Was it good for you Cat?" He asked after a few moments.

"Yes Ash it was, it was wonderful," I sighed loving the way he stayed inside me and held me until last tremors of my climax stopped. That was so unlike my husband whose ardour seems to evaporate as quickly as he cums. Ash was so different. He held me, caressed and kissed me, whispered in my ear how fantastic it had been and how fantastic I was. It was lovely.

At last he slid out of me and we disentangled ourselves. Standing and turning to face him I saw that his erection was subsiding, but had not gone completely. 

He took me in his arms and we kissed.

"Thank you Cat, that was marvellous," he said.

"I think it should me be thanking you Ash, I have never had anything like it."

"Good I am pleased, let's have some more champagne to celebrate," he said kissing me and taking my hand and leading me towards the open French window. "Wait here, I will get it," he went on leaving me standing a few feet back from the window. Returning with two flutes and the bottle he handed me a glass and put the bottle on the table where we had just had sex. He put his arm round me and eased me forward towards the doors.

"Ash, we can't go out there someone will see," I said panicking a bit imagining our photos in the tabloids.

He laughed. "No, that's not for now you sexy imp."

"What do you mean?"

"It's for later."

"Yes later, this evening or some other time when it's dark I will fuck you out there. Maybe in the rain."

We chatted for a bit and he ordered lunch, cold salmon and salad to be delivered to the room. "It will be here in twenty minutes or so the butler has a kitchen on this floor."

"Very nice," I said still standing just inside the window as he came back and slid his arm round me. 

Unlike my husband and even David, my six-month lover, Ash seemed to be extremely comfortable with his flaccid nudity. 'But then,' I thought 'when a man is hung like him so he should be.' His relaxed comfort was transmitted to me and I felt great and at ease with my nakedness as well.

"Why don't you have a bath or shower Cat as we wait for lunch and then you will be ready for spending the afternoon in bed?"

"Hey what about Wimbledon?" I laughed.

"We can watch it over lunch and then from the bed."

As it happens we did have the TV on as Federer fought it out with Nadal, but the sound was turned down and I did not get to watch much of the match. We spent the afternoon and evening in bed having sex and talking. Both were amazing and hugely interesting.

He spent ages making extreme and lengthy oral love to me. His patience and consideration for me and my pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before. He attended to my bottom as well as my vagina and of course my breasts and nipples, which he loved at length.

I, of course, returned his oral favours, but did not make him cum. I wanted to and would have, but he stopped me.

"No Cat, as men age, it becomes harder to keep ejaculating and I do not yet want to waste one by not being in you. Later, another time, I will and it will be incredible. "

We had full sex twice more that afternoon and evening. I tried hard to recall the last time I had been fucked three times in a session, but failed. 

He had fantastic stamina for a man approaching fifty. It was not that alone, though, that set him so far apart from both Richard and David. It was his ability to get an erection and then keep that for such a long time that was the key difference. I remember one time particularly during the afternoon, when we had been giving each other oral and caressing the other's body for what seemed ages. He had made me cum with both his tongue and his fingers. So aroused had he made me and so much pleasure was he giving me that I had lost my sense of time. 

Both dressed in the beautiful, dark blue fluffy robes supplied by the hotel, we had finished the delicious cold salmon washed down with white wine and watched the match for a while; I noticed that the first set had just ended. He took me to the main bedroom, the suite had three, and we laid on the huge bed. We then had the really extended foreplay during which he was continually erect. He then had me in the missionary position giving me two more orgasms and eventually cumming himself. After helping me 'come down to earth' from the shatteringly good climax and we were laying in each other's arms he clicked the TV on. I was amazed to see that Federer was three two up in the third set and wondered just where the time had gone.

With the air conditioning working well it got a little chilly so we got under the thin duvet and cuddled up together.

"Ash what did you mean by us being sexual adventurers?" I asked.

"Some people are different to most Cat and we are two of those."

"How do you mean?"

"We see sex as being something more than most do."

"I don't follow."

"You lusted for me from when we first met, didn't you?"

I did not really want to admit that was true, but said. "Yes, I suppose I did."

"Just as I did for you. The moment I saw you, I wanted you and the moment you looked at me I knew we would have each other."

"Yes, but how does that make us er, what did you call it?"

"Sexual adventurers?"

"Yes."

"Had you ever felt like that before?"

"No, never. Have you?"

"Yes twice."

"What happened?" I asked feeling a little jealous. "Was it like that with Esthel?"

"No not at all, she is my wife, the mother of my children and not an adventurer at all. It was with other women. Women like you with special something."

"Do you still see them?"

"Don't ask."

"Why not?"

"It is not love Cat. It is different, more powerful, but less enduring than love."

"What is it then?"

"It's sexual magnetism and attraction that makes for a sexual adventurer."

"So why end."

"Because the adventure ends or there are no more adventures to take on.",

I wasn't sure that I followed all of what he was saying, but later in the conversation and after we had made love or, more accurately had sex for third time as I waited for his Rolls to collect me, we talked more about it and it began to make sense, of a sort.

His thesis was that some people, special people, could transcend love and enjoy sex as, in his view it was intended. That was as a pure pleasure, a hedonistic delight something that was done purely for enjoyment. He said that when a person is able to divorce pleasure from other needs and emotions such as faithfulness, reputation, conventions and all the, as he put it, 'social brainwashing bullshit,' then they are able to devote parts of their life simply to gaining pleasure from sex. 

"And when they reach that state," he had gone idly stroking my bare breast as we lay in bed after Federer had won. "That is when they seek and find more experiences and then Cat, they become sexual adventurers."

It started coming together in a way, but more significantly it increased in attractiveness.

"What like Catherine Deneuve in Belle de Jour?" I asked mentioning one of my favourite film actresses.

"Yes exactly like that. She was a rich and successful woman with an ideal life style where she loved her husband, but wanted more. Hence, she joined a brothel in the afternoons purely to gain more pleasure. A bit extreme maybe, but along the lines of my beliefs."

We didn't talk any more about it that evening as we both wanted more sex so, we fucked facing each other.

To be continued very soon.