32 comments/ 122082 views/ 18 favorites A Decided Affair Ch. 01 By: Gently Does It "Come up and watch me masturbate." My wife Susan had just arrived home from the school at which taught and poked her head round the door of the study. Intrigued, I said nothing, and got up and followed her to our bedroom. She was wearing a burgundy blouse, tailored grey jacket and a matching skirt that was both relatively short and tight, but not unduly so; after all, she was the deputy head teacher and she would have frowned on any of the other staff dressing inappropriately. I hadn't seen her dress this morning, so didn't know if her nylons were tights or stockings – she wore either, seemingly on a whim. Her shoes were modest black high heels. I followed her into the bedroom as she took off her jacket and hung it in the cupboard, saying nothing and seemingly ignoring my presence; I sat down in the arm chair beside the bed. She then went to her bedside drawer unit and pulled out her favourite vibrator. Then, leaving her shoes on, she climbed onto the bed to kneel upright, facing the foot end and the large mirror on the opposite wall. She put the vibrator down in front of her and dragged her skirt up until the lace garters of what I now saw were hold-ups was fully exposed, but with the skirt clinging tightly to her gorgeous rump, leaving it tantalisingly covered. She undid the buttons of her blouse, leaving it tucked in but pulling it open until her bra was fully exposed. It was her favoured balconette style, cut square and low to show the swell of her beautiful breasts, in a burgundy lace that almost perfectly matched her blouse. She looked down at her breasts, then ran the fingertips of both hands lightly across the firm swells from inside to out, sighing in pleasure at their beauty. She returned to perusing her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds, then leant forward slightly to give herself the enchanting view of her breasts framed in the lacy cups. A small smile flickered over her lips. Satisfied with what she saw, Susan moved her knees slightly further apart, then slid right hand up the inside of her thigh, bending her wrist as her fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt. She let out a brief sigh as her fingertips found her vulva, unseen to me. So, she wasn't wearing knickers … she turned her head to me and gave me a languorous smile – her only acknowledgement of me so far - then returned her gaze to her reflection in the mirror. I could tell from the slight movement of her wrist that she was gently exploring her vulva with her fingertips, probably teasing the soft folds apart and discovering the extent of her lubrication. Indeed, she now brought her hand out from under her skirt and lovingly sucked the tips of her index and middle fingers, tasting herself. It was clearly to her liking as she closed her eyes, drawing in a long slow breath to savour the taste and odour. I adjusted my erection through my trousers to make myself more comfortable, but did no more. Her hand was returned between her legs, and she opened her eyes, staring intently as she began to probe more firmly at and into herself, judging by the upward movement of her hand – I could see nothing of her intimate work. It seemed as if she had at least two fingers deep inside her vagina, working them gently in and out, then drawing her wetness up to her clitoris, which elicited a soft moan of pleasure. She now concentrated on her clitoris, her wrist movements indicating the tight circling of her fingertips around and over it in the way I knew so well from watching her before. After a few minutes of this, with her breathing getting more ragged and a flush spreading slowly over her face and chest, she picked up the vibrator with her other hand, toggled it on and eased it under her skirt. After a brief probing to ease the head between her labia and into her vagina, she pushed it firmly up inside herself, letting out a prolonged but quiet groan as it slid into her, the powerful hum being muffled as it did so. I could see she was now pushing it firmly into herself as far as she could, stretching the top of her vagina, and she grunted briefly as she pushed harder still. The fingers of her right hand were working quickly over her clitoris – she was getting very close, her body tensing in the build up to release. She pulled the vibrator out nearly all the way, then pushed it firmly back in until it bottomed-out again, then eased it quickly in and out, pushing hard each time. Her attention on her reflection was absolute, when, seconds later, she clamped her jaw tight, the tendons of her neck rigid with tension as her climax overwhelmed her. She began to gasp, her head now falling forward as the release spread through her, letting out little whimpers and oohs of pleasure as her fingers continued to work her clitoris, the vibrator jammed hard inside her. Her climax must have lasted twenty seconds before her fingers stilled and she slumped forward, supporting herself on her right hand. She slowly withdrew the vibrator and dropped it onto the bed beside her. "God that was good! Sooo intense!" she gasped, still breathing heavily. She turned herself round and knee-walked backwards until she was at the edge of the bed, her rump facing me. At last I could see her pussy – bright pink and open, slick with her juices. "Come and fuck me." Needing no further encouragement, I stood and positioned myself behind her, undoing my belt, buttons and zip and pushing my trousers and pants down. My erection bounced up, and I held it to guide it into Susan. "Yessssss." She moaned softly as I slid smoothly into her with one thrust. "So what got you so horny?" "Flirting with John." "Oh yes? In what way?" I was stroking slowly in and out of her, my glans just staying between her labia on the outstroke, my belly pressing against her rump on the instroke. I'm average size, I guess – not as long or as thick as her vibrator, but it seems sufficient for Susan. "In his office, he told me how smart I looked – I could tell from his smile and the way he was looking at me that he meant sexy." "That can't be all?" "No, we were sitting very close as we went through the reports, just touching a bit too often and for too long, and he patted my knee a couple of times. I could tell he was looking at my legs and admiring my breasts." She was masturbating again – I could feel her fingertips against my scrotum as I pushed into her. She was looking sideways at our reflection in the mirror. "And?" "Then, when we'd finished the reports he squeezed my knee and left his hand there for just a little too long, and when he removed it his fingertips just stroked briefly up along the inside of my thigh." "What were you doing?" "Getting wet." "When did you take your knickers off?" "Just before I left school. Harder, I'm getting close again." I quickened my thrusts, revelling in the sensation of her slick vagina clinging to my cock as I fucked her. "You want to fuck him, don't you?" "Yes." "Are you going to?" "Yes." "I see. Do I have any say in that?" "No." "So you, my wife of twelve years, are going to fuck your boss?" "Yes. Harder!" "Your first affair?" "You know it will be!" "When are you going to fuck him?" "I don't know yet – soon." "Will you tell me before you do it?" "No, after." We were both getting very close, and I was pounding into her, holding her hips and pulling her back onto me. "And if I tell you I don't want you to?" "I'm going to fuck John." "And you'll let him fuck your mouth?" "Yes." "And come in it?" "Yesss … close now." "And you'll swallow his come?" "Mm-hm." "Will you let him fuck your bottom?" "Yes, I'll ask him to … oh God, comingggg …" her second orgasm overwhelmed her. I held off until she had come down from the high, then eased her forward onto her belly on the bed to allow her to relax. I climbed onto the bed between her legs and re-entered her, then fucked her vigorously as she gasped and grunted under my onslaught. I came intensely, grunting my release and pushing hard into her, holding myself still as my cock pulsed my come deep inside her, then stroked the last few pulses in and out of her. Bloody wonderful. I collapsed on top her, my softening cock still inside her. She giggled quietly. "Good?" "Fantastic. You?" "Wonderful." I lifted myself off her and slumped down on my back beside her. We were in a completely dishevelled, sweaty state. She was smiling adoringly at me, so I made the effort to stretch over and kiss her – just a brief peck, which she returned. "So, you're really going to do this?" "Yes." "Why?" "I want to. It's almost a need. We've fantasised about me fucking other men, and it's just built up to the point where I feel I've just got to try it before it's too late for me, whilst I've still got the looks and body to enjoy it – and be enjoyed." "What about our marriage? What about his?" "You know I love you, and I want to be your wife whatever happens, but you're the only man I've ever had sex with. And I know the thought of me fucking someone else, which is all it will be, really turns you on." "The thought of you doing it with another woman really turns me on … will you do that as well? The thought of me fucking another woman really turns me on … will you let me do that? The thought of a threesome with you and another woman really turns me on …" "I know, I know. One thing at a time. If we're going to try this sort of thing I want to start where I'm least uncomfortable. Being unfaithful to you does worry me – I don't know what might happen, but we've been building up to this and I want to do it. Do you think you can cope?" I stared up at the ceiling for a little while. "Yes. As long as you tell me everything – and I mean everything. I don't want secrets - no lies. And I do not want to be denied sex, or get second-best sex because you're too tired after fucking him." She lifted herself up and half lay across me, smiling broadly then drawing me into a passionate kiss, which I returned, our tongues squirming together. She reached down and gently stroked my soft, sticky cock, which responded readily. When I was fully hard, she straddled me, pulled her skirt right up round her waist to expose her shaved mons. Grasping my cock upright, she manoeuvred her hips above me and guided it into her, sinking easily down on me. She was sopping wet with her juices and my come and she set up an easy rocking motion of her hips, leaning over me to present the gorgeous view of her lace-encased breasts. I reached up behind her and undid her bra, then slipped the cups up to free her breasts, cupping and caressing their soft fullness. Her nipples were erect and firm, and she swayed forward to allow me to suck a nipple into my mouth. Holding her breast with one hand, I reached down between her bodies, sliding my fingertips over her deliciously smooth mons and found her clit with the tip of my middle finger. I rubbed it gently for a few seconds before she squirmed her hips to indicate to me to stop. "Too much, I'm done." She continued to work her hips up and down, fucking me with careful deliberation. "Will you have a permanent affair with him?" "I don't think so. I just want to find out what it's like; to have the excitement and newness of another man for the first time." "So, just a few months and then you'll break it off?" "Probably." "What if he doesn't want to? What if he falls in love with you? What if he gets jealous? What if you're found out, by his wife or your colleagues? It could ruin your job, his job and destroy his marriage – I doubt if he and Fiona are having a similar discussion." I was gently caressing, squeezing and kissing her breasts, and we shared brief, soft kisses as we talked and fucked. "I know, but that's part of the excitement." "And if you get a taste for it … will you want to do it again, with another man?" "I don't know. Possibly. We'll have to wait and see." She smiled at me and kissed me passionately again. "So, what if I have an affair?" "Anyone in mind?" She grinned at me. "Kate." "Thought so." She laughed knowingly. "You're a dirty old man." "She's nineteen!" "You're thirty four." "So?" "She's got the hots for you – she shouldn't be too hard to entice into bed." "What makes you say she's got the hots for me?" "A woman knows." "Then the women at school probably know, or will know, that you've got the hots for John." "Hmm. I shall be very careful at school. Anyway, can you not seduce the little minx until I've finished my affair with John? I want us to concentrate on one thing at a time." "Ok. Now, enough of this." I rolled over, flipping her onto her back, her knees up around my hips as I plunged back into her. She was looking intently into me eyes, smiling gently as I fucked her vigorously, grunting and gasping to an intense second orgasm. She held my head in both hands and kissed me passionately. "I hope John doesn't fuck you as well as I do." I gasped as our lips parted. "I hope he does." She smiled at me, then winked. A Decided Affair Ch. 02 We have been married twelve years. No children – by choice – and are very happy together. As we went on, and our work lives became more stressful as we progressed in our careers, our sex life became less passionate and frequent. Finally, a couple of years ago, I gave up the rat race and started consulting, working from home mainly. Less stressed, less tired, fitter as a result of having more time to exercise, my sex drive returned to its former state ... Susan's, of course, did not, and I began to feel increasingly disgruntled at the condition of our sex life. I would invariably masturbate in the morning after Susan had gone to work. Something had to be done. My own private fantasises as I masturbated varied quite a lot, but an increasingly common fantasy of Susan being fucked by other men was sure to get me to an intense orgasm. One Sunday morning, as I tried to initiate love-making with my still comatose wife, I thought, why not share your fantasy? See if it turns her on. I did, and she listened as I talked quietly through my fantasy as I caressed her into arousal, then made love with her gently. After several minutes she was listening intently to me, her face alive with interest – she asked me if she could lie on top, a sure sign that she wanted to masturbate. I lay on my back and she wriggled herself onto me, lying on her back so she could reach herself. With my arms around her, cupping and squeezing her breasts, stroking them gently and teasing her nipples, she masturbated quickly to an intense orgasm, then another a few minutes later as I described watching her enjoy herself being fucked by another man. At first she was hesitant in admitting to me that she enjoyed the fantasy, but it became a recurring theme, and our sex life picked up as she gained confidence to admit that she enjoyed it. She even began to masturbate on her own, which she hadn't done for a couple of years, even doing it when I was in bed with her. Like most women, she refused to admit that she was attractive, which she is – 5' 8", pretty face, thick chestnut hair, slim body, those gorgeous boobs, lovely legs ... she is stunning. Add to that a great personality and abundant intelligence - I had always counted myself lucky to have her. So, with our sex life picking up, her confidence growing and her interest aroused, she began to take a more active role in our fantasies, telling me her own or reinforcing the narrative of mine as we made love or she masturbated. She had started dressing more sexily – nothing slutty (other than on occasion at home when we acted out a particular fantasy) just chicly emphasising her wonderful body. We got to the stage where if we were out I could see her occasionally checking out a passing guy. I asked if she fancied him – she would always say that he was ok, or quite cute. When I asked if she'd like to fuck him she would coyly deny it and tell me to stop being silly. One Sunday, sitting in a pub having lunch, a particularly attractive couple entered and Susan clocked the man with little attempt to disguise the attraction she clearly felt. He was a tall, well-muscled, and, what surprised me somewhat, given her reaction, probably in his early forties. He and his partner, a stunning blonde in, I guess, her late thirties, looked well-off and very confident. "She's not bad, either." "Pardon?" She asked, her attention focusing back on me. "His partner." "Hmm?" "Well, you're clearly wetting your gusset over Mr Sophisticated, so I thought I'd let you know I found his partner equally fuckable." "Oh, yes." She glanced their way again, then murmured "He is rather fuckable, isn't he?" Lunch passed with her trying, but failing miserably, not to sneak glances at the stranger. They had a couple of drinks, then left, much to Susan's barely disguised disappointment. When we got home she almost dragged me to bed and we enjoyed a passionate fuck as I described her fucking the man from the pub, with her adding her own embellishments and plot twists. She masturbated herself to an orgasm of freight-train proportions. And then came the session over John ... her attitude had changed so profoundly that she was now going to embark on an affair with her boss - possibly the most risky kind of affair she could decide to have. John, the head teacher, was forty six, a big man but trim, and whilst average-looking he possessed bundles of confidence, charm and authority – as you would expect from someone in his position. At the teacher social evenings I got on well with him and his attractive wife Fiona, a forty two year old education adviser. The next week she said nothing more about her daily contact with John, and refused to be drawn on the matter when I asked her, but on Friday she phoned after school to tell me she was going for a drink and would be back a bit late. She hung up before I could say more than 'ok'. My imagination went into overdrive ... would she be fucking John? She came in at eight, just as the dinner I had made was ready to serve. She kissed me and hugged me tightly. I could taste and smell white wine on her breath. "That smells good." She said, meaning the dinner. "Lamb Madras. Nice drink?" "Mm-hm. Can it wait a while?" She let me go then dropped to her knees in front of me, tugging my belt, button and zipper undone before pulling my trousers and pants down. She leant forward and took my soft cock into her mouth and began to lovingly suck and work her tongue round it as I quickly engorged. "That's nice. What did I do to deserve this?" She said nothing, continuing with her oral attention and then using her hand to stroke my shaft as I rose to full mast. When I was ready, she stood up, turned round and pulled her skirt up to her waist; no knickers again ... this was getting to be a habit. She put both hands on the kitchen table, moved her feet apart and arched her hips up in invitation. I stepped up behind her and guided myself into her – she was ready, her labia already parted and wet ... incredibly wet. "Mmm." She moaned softly as I slid slowly into her, savouring the clinging warmth of her begging-to-be-fucked cunt. "Did you fuck him?" I asked quietly as I bottomed out. "No. That's why I need you to fuck me." "Glad to be of service." I muttered somewhat sarcastically, starting to fuck her vigorously. I reached round her hip with my right hand and found her clit with my index finger. It was firm. She wiggled her hips to discourage me. "No, it's alright, I just want you to fuck me." I fucked her hard, all the time feverishly imagining what she had been up to. She responded to my deep hard thrusts, arching her hips up and grunting in encouragement and pleasure as I banged into her. Soon I could feel my orgasm building up, and she sensed it. "Yes, come in me!" With that I began to come, spurting inside her as my muscles pulsed my release, the glorious sensations welling through my groin. I pulled slowly out of her as I softened, letting go of her hips as she stood up. Turning to me and dropping back down to her knees she sucked my soft, sticky cock into her mouth, cleaning it with her tongue. When she was done she stood once again and kissed me passionately. "That was good – I really needed you to fuck me." We re-arranged our clothing and we parted, me to serve the meal and her to go and change out of her business clothes. As I put the plates on the table in the dining room she rejoined me, dressed in a loose skirt and a T-shirt. I served the wine, a run-of-the-mill Cava to go with the curry and we sat down to eat. "So?" I opened. She looked up at me and smiled as she chewed. "It's very good, as always." "You know that's not what I meant." I said, a slightly petulant tone to my voice. "What?" "Your evening." She grinned at me. "Later, when we're in bed." I knew from past experience that no amount of asking, wheedling or cajoling would budge her, so I ate my meal in silence until she offered some conversation. "Mary called me - I've invited them round for Sunday lunch. Is that alright?" Mary was our next-door neighbour, the single mother of the delectable Kate, a nineteen year-old nymphette whose horny body and knowing flirting fuelled many of my masturbatory fantasies. Mary herself was a very attractive woman of forty two, who had once been rather plump and frumpy – possibly what led to her idiot husband Gareth leaving her for a younger, slimmer secretary in his office. Following that, she had made a determined, and very successful effort to slim down and glamour up, and had enjoyed the occasional company of one or two gentlemen, much to her errant husband's no doubt chagrin, as his relationship with the secretary had foundered after a year and he had tried to return to Mary. Mary had refused to countenance this, proceeding with the divorce, and even flaunting her rediscovered looks with her latest beau in front of Gareth at his favourite restaurant, where he was dining alone. It seems he then finished his meal very quickly and left, stony-faced. "Does this mean there's another man in tow?" I asked. "No, just a neighbourly lunch." I felt vaguely puzzled by this turn of events – we'd had them round for drinks or dinner of a Friday or Saturday evening, but hadn't invited them for Sunday lunch in the seven years that we had been neighbours. When Gareth had left, Susan had often been round to console Mary, and we had been round for dinner with her, which in the early stages of the separation had been awkward, rather forced affairs. Still, I shrugged an ok and finished my meal. We cleared up and adjourned to the living room to watch the TV for a while. I sat in the corner of the main sofa and Susan snuggled in beside me – 'assuming the position' we jokingly referred to it, as we both felt comfortable like this, with my left arm draped around her shoulder, my hand resting on or fondling her left boob, which was, as was usually the case at this time of the evening, bra-less. At ten she made getting up noises, so I switched the TV off and we made our way to bed. We undressed with minimal fuss and crawled under the duvet. She snuggled up to me, wrapping her arm across my chest and resting her left leg across my thighs. "So?" I tried again. She sighed softly. "Well, I went for a drink with John. We'd been flirting all week – discreetly, I hasten to add – and he just asked me if I fancied a drink on the way home. I said yes, and so we went to the Crown and Sceptre. We sat outside in the garden on one of the benches – he was beside me. We chatted, and I turned slightly to look at him, so that my leg was pressed against his. I did all the appropriate girly things: looking intently at him, smiling a lot, giggling at his jokes and occasionally resting my hand on his thigh. When he put his hand on my knee and left it there I smiled encouragingly at him. Then he looked a bit awkward and eventually said that he shouldn't say what he was about to say and said that he was probably about to make a complete prat of himself and that if I was offended I should tell him the truth ... and then he said that it seemed we'd been flirting and he wondered if there was any possibility of it going any further ..." I was gently stroking my cock into a passable erection in anticipation of things to come. Susan, sensing me doing something, lifted the duvet to look at what I was up to. She tutted, then pulled my hand off, replacing it with her own; much nicer. I could feel her vulva against my thigh – she squirmed gently against me and I could feel her wetness against my skin. "So I put my hand on top of his, gave it a squeeze and leant forward and kissed him gently. Then I said 'I sincerely hope so'. He was so relieved and thrilled I just had to laugh. Then I gently encouraged his hand to move up my thigh. We couldn't do anything too obvious as there were several other people sitting nearby, so I suggested that we finish our drinks and go and sit in his car for a little while before I had to go home." I was now fully erect and Susan was stroking me slowly and steadily, and very gently working her vulva against my thigh. "We'd parked away from the pub, and the car park was full, so no-one could see us unless they came up close. We got in to his car and he immediately leant across and kissed me, then asked me if I was sure about this. I said 'Oh yes' and pulled him in for a proper snog. It didn't take long for his hand to start work on my breasts, and I undid a couple of buttons so he could get inside my blouse. God, I felt like a teenager - snogging in a car!" she giggled, then went serious. She lifted herself up, straddling me, then guided my cock to her entrance. We both moaned in pleasure as she pushed herself down, my erection sliding effortlessly into her wet cunt. She lay down on top of me, resting her head on my shoulder, her mouth close by my ear. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her firm cheeks, then moved my hips to push gently in and out of her. "He was caressing and squeezing my boobs through my bra, telling me how beautiful and sexy I was as we kissed, how much he wanted to make love to me. I reached out and rubbed my hand across the front of his trousers to find his cock ... and that's when I got a real surprise." She was whispering sexily into my ear. She began to work her hips in coordination with my own thrusts to increase the penetration. "What?" I asked. "He is very ... very ... big." She chuckled, then lifted up and kissed me. "I broke off our kissing and looked at him wide-eyed ... 'Wow!' I said 'No wonder Fiona has that cat-that-got-the-cream look!' Right then I decided that I might just not be asking him to fuck my bottom ..." I smiled at her "Good. At least I get to have something to myself." "I said 'might'." She grinned at me. "Anyway, I took his hand out of my blouse and put it on my knee, then we started kissing again. I was stroking his cock through his trousers – God it felt huge. I felt his hand slide up my leg, under my skirt, and he moaned in delight when he found out I was wearing hold-ups. I opened my legs and he slid his hand right up to my pussy – he moaned again when he realised I wasn't wearing knickers and was shaved. I was so wet! His fingertips were just teasing between my labia, then he pushed a finger inside me ..." I rolled us over and lifted myself up to look down at her. She was so beautiful, her hair cascaded across the pillow, her face so lovely, her full breasts firm on her chest, her slim waist and flat belly, her plump, hairless mons and her labia slayed pinkly out around the shaft of my cock as I fucked her steadily. "All the time we were snogging, oblivious to the world outside. Then he slid his fingertip over my clit and began to masturbate me, occasionally sliding two fingers into me. I came in about a minute ... God, it was wonderful!" She had reached down between us and begun to masturbate, and I increased the pace and force of my thrusts. "I so wanted to get his cock out and have him fuck me, but we realised we'd run out of time. I told him that what we'd just done was wonderful, and I really wanted to make love with him, and I was sorry he hadn't had a chance to come, but that I'd have to go. He understood, and I buttoned myself up. I said that at least Fiona would have a good time tonight. He agreed and said that he would be thinking of me. So then I came home.' "So that's why you were desperate to be fucked." "Yes." "And you were thinking of him as I did you?" "Yes." She was masturbating quickly now, getting close, as was I, pounding into her hard and deep. Just before she came, she gasped out 'I love you' and pulled my head down and hers up for a passionate kiss. I surged into her and erupted in my orgasm as she came, Susan pulling away from the kiss, throwing her head back as her body went rigid with the ecstasy, her face and chest flushing scarlet with the effort. After twenty seconds or so she subsided, collapsing back onto the bed like a rag doll. "Fuck that was good!" She gasped. I leant above her, panting, trying to get my breath back; sweat dripped off me onto her and I slowly lowered myself onto her. She groaned quietly as she took my weight. I softly kissed her shoulder. "So when will you fuck him?" "Soon."