Oh damn!

Tom and I spent a couple of days together last weekend.

One afternoon, he was watching some motorsport on television. I got him a beer, then sat at his feet and gave him a foot massage.

He made a comment along the lines of 'Life really doesn't get any better than this - other guys would be so jealous'.

And the look on his face when he realised he could never skite about it to anyone - poor thing!

Moves

It's amazing how well all those cliched moves, the ones that seem somehow tawdry, really do work.

I reach under the table while we're having coffee, to slowly run my fingernails up his inner thigh.

It makes him shiver.

Slipping off my dress in a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon, to reveal lacy bra, suspenders and stockings. Black against my pale skin, threaded with red ribbons. Tom's jaw practically hits the floor.

Making him watch while I slip a hand inside my knickers, then suck the pussy juice from my fingers.

Ensuring we're positioned just right on the bed, so he can watch in the mirror as I slide up and down his cock.

Telling him on the phone how much I love to suck him, just so I can hear him groan

These all seem like old tricks - but the great part is that I enjoy them just as much as he does...

Easter treats

I know that men find this conversation a bit boring, but I really do try to watch my consumption of sweet things. I've worked hard to get this 40+ body looking the way I like it, and I'm not about to let a chocolate binge undermine that.

This Easter, I was lucky enough to get another sort of treat - seeing Tom in the weekend. Although I have a lot of freedom in the weekends, it is very difficult for him to even ring me, so seeing each other very rarely happens.

We got to spend the whole day together on Sunday, so I could indulge myself in a rare special treat...

I love going down on Tom. He is very sensitive and loves how it makes him feel, but usually stubbornly refuses to come. He always wants to come inside me - not in my mouth.

With plenty of time at our disposal, I could make sure he got the full treatment.

A full body massage. Arms, hands, feet, legs. Chest, neck, shoulders, back. After a good hour of that, he is far too relaxed to fight back.

So I get to stroke, lick, suck, nip.

Mmmm...

Tom returned home last week. He didn't have a miserable time (not that I really wanted him to), but given how soon I got to see him after their return, it's fair to believe he missed me.

I abstained from all sex while he was away - even masturbation was off the menu.

This was an interesting experience. There have been other times in my adult life when I have gone without sex for several months at a time, but these have been when other factors have caused me to lose interest.

The difference this time was not only am I very into sex at the moment, I had the thought of it constantly popping into my head - along with some very graphic accompanying images. Recent sessions with Tom supplied plenty of material for fantasies, and I still indulged in those, but without the accompanying physical stimulation and fulfilment.

I think if I'd had to wait much longer I would have learned to think myself into an orgasm.

The first kiss from Tom had that delightful effect of making my whole body simply fill with arousal. Running his hands down my arms had me trembling.

He took a fabulously long time to make love to me. An age of kissing and caressing me, slowly undressing me, stroking and kissing as he went. My first orgasm came with him simply slipping one finger inside me, while our lips were locked together. His came after just a few long slow strokes of that beautiful cock in and out of me. And so the afternoon went on...

Extended silence

Tom is away on holiday with his wife for several weeks.

I hope they're having a miserable time.

Delight

One of those rare, precious escapes. We actually spent the night together. Woke up in each other's arms. No checking the time to see when we'd have to wash, dress, walk out into the streets of Small City and act normal.

I was away for work for the week and Tom joined me for the night.

Clinging to each other at the airport - I hadn't seen him for two weeks and phone calls aren't enough anymore.

Back to the hotel for sweet, sweaty, afternoon sex. Panting in his arms.

The local park for a picnic dinner - bread, cheese, strawberries, a Cabernet Sauvignon. Silly, teenage kissing and groping.

The hotel again - slow and languid this time, knowing we have all night.

Waking for more.

And then saying goodbye in the morning.

I don't know if I can keep doing this.

Yearning

I am having one of those yearning days.

I really want to see Tom.

I really want to just kiss him. One of those luscious, full-body kisses. Pressed together, thigh to thigh, hip to hip. My arms wrapped around his waist, pressing his back, pulling his body closer. His hands, cupping the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair.

Yearning.

Why?

What are the attractions of an affair?

Desire
It feels good to be desired again. To be lusted after. To know someone stopped what he was doing in the middle of the day and thought back about what we did last week, with a small smile on his lips and a stirring in his groin. It's not that passion has gone from my marriage, but after nearly 20 years it is only natural that we take each other a little too much for granted.

Compliments
As he runs his hands down my back and murmurs "Your skin is so soft". When we meet in the street and he tells me I look beautiful. The phone call to tell me I was the sexiest person at function last night. The things he says while I move over him, bringing him to the peak of excitement. All those things you say to each other at the start of a relationship - which we still say to each other after an eight month affair, because we see so little of each other.

Novelty
Let's face it - the sex is new and it's great. We know each other well, so we're not awkward, but the physical relationship is fresh; we're still discovering so much about each other. And we can try a few things we haven't done before.
We can't turn to each other every night (nor turn away from each other), so the time we are together is spent making the most of every moment. We can't see each other often, so the anticipation builds between trysts. And supplies great material for my masturbation fantasies.
We even have phone sex - something I didn't believe would really work. It's not as good as the real thing, but it gets me through until I see him again.

Drama
Doing something illicit is definitely part of the attraction. It's not the risk of getting caught that excites me - that's the last thing I want to happen. It's the thought we're doing something that no-one know about, except the two of us.
We have our own little world.

Sex
I don't know if it's some special physical connection between us, or if all the things I've talked about above add up to a heightened physical experience, but the sex really is fabulous.
No man before has made me come just by entering me.
I don't remember feeling this intense sexual hunger before. I've always enjoyed sex, but now I'm hit with waves of desire just thinking about him. Waves of desire which stop me in my tracks.
I constantly want to please him during sex, and yet I feel the selfish need to come again and again.
Just writing this, I'm turned on thinking about him.
If the sex wasn't good, I wouldn't be having an affair. We would just stay friends, not risk so much to be lovers.

Monday meet-up

Of course my tease on Saturday worked well.

Today's txt exchange went like this:
Tom: Got time this pm?
Me: After 2
Tom: XXX Hotel, room xxx, will be there from 2
Me: Can't wait

Txt may not be a very romantic form of communication, but it gets the message through.

I made sure to slip my knickers off before I left work, so we could take what was started in the coffee shop through to the desired conclusion. Walking down the street in the street in the summer sun with nothing under my dress was such an erotic feeling - especially knowing where I was headed.

And the desired conclusion was everything two days of fantasising had built it up to be. That good, hard, up-against-the-wall sex was just what I (and he) needed.

And then we even managed to get around to taking our clothes off!

But, of course...

Tom had to call me last night. The note I gave him had his imagination working overtime. As I knew it would.

He tries to pretend it makes him cross when I play him like that. But we both know full well he loves the teasing and excitement.

Tom has a lovely phone voice, especially when he is using it to seduce me. Every time we talk, or meet, it is a new seduction. We can never take our affair for granted, which means every encounter is like a new start.

Only time for coffee today

I love to meet Tom for coffee. It adds a different dimension.

We cannot touch, other than the ritual hug and kiss of old friends greeting one another. There is no lingering kiss, no passion. Even the way we look at each other must be more guarded.

We must take care not to talk too loudly of when we next can meet, of how much I long to have him inside me.

In a small city like this, there is always the chance we will be seen by someone we know. Sharing a coffee should cause no speculation - we have known each other for many years and work in the same industry - but anything more than that could easily be noticed and would be seized upon as a chance for speculation and gossip.

I find all this quite titillating. It gives other opportunities to tease, to build the anticipation for our next, more private meeting.

Today, just before we parted, I wrote a note on a coffee shop napkin. It said: 'Knickers? No, I'm not wearing any'. I slipped him the note as I left, knowing it would drive him wild to watch me walk away.