O.M.G.

Its taken a while to have the time to update here in peace and quiet, but I know you're all (!) desperate to know what went down. Or who.

I have to say, with a bit of warning and some wind-up texts to get us in the mood, he did not disappoint. Au contraire, he confidently span me through some positions that had me gasping with astonishment.... and pleasure. There was one particular one, well! But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I got to his room at about 6:00pm and he'd suggested a session before dinner - fine by me. Can it only have been an hour or so? Felt much longer. Was enjoying myself exquisitely particularly with the Karma Sutra special, when he mentioned I should try it out with K. And it all came crashing down around me, really. We had frantic sex, lazy sex, tired sex, languorous sex, lustful sex, (though none from behind) all of which was fantastic, but in the dark, I was left with the thought that I had to go back to normality with K and how was I to do that when I'd been reminded so graphically what I was missing?

Also, I wasn't too chuffed with an air of smugness (intentional or otherwise) about how fabulous his life was. Mine, of course, is an utter fuck-up, and reminders of this fact aren't welcome. So, all in all, I was fairly unsure come the morning how I felt about it all. And then we started again, but we were both "well-used" from the night before and not much was happening, so I went down on him.

Oh the joy and delight of having access to a live cock that doesn't only respond to it's master's hand. I could have lost myself down there for hours, but a gentle mouthful bought things "to a head". He apologised for coming - no idea why. I'd warned him that I wanted to taste him. He didn't think this was what I meant. I made it perfectly clear that this was exactly what I meant! And it cheered me up enormously!!

However, by making a reference to him as sex-toy of the month, I led him to understand that a repeat showing was not cut & dried. He seemed sad about that, but I needed time to absorb the sensory overload. Its hard to go from near famine to a 20-course banquet and not be overwhelmed. I stopped in a bookshop on the way home and found myself in the self-help section. I suppose I was looking for some inspiration, and I found it. I inspirationally realised that if you take anything in life too seriously, you might end up actually reading some of that shite.

So over the weekend I went some way towards making things better with K (who has finally delivered an xmas present), and messaged the lover through an internet BB that I stalked him to, in order to indicate that negotiations were still open. He is keen to repeat on an opportunistic basis... and as it happens, an opportunity will present itself next week. After that he's on holiday for a fortnight - somewhere hot, glamorous and expensive (see what I mean about smug - he'll be offering to show me the photos next). That might be a natural break, but we shall see. But oh fuck - the sex was good!

In for a penny....

So tomorrow is the big day - or night. Cliched Fling - the rematch. The last few days have seen text messages flying back and forth, winding us each up to fever-pitch. He has promised to remove my knickers with his teeth and tongue; I have promised to let him.

Unfortunately, due to a delay in my booking, his hotel was full. And so was the cheap one down the road that you pay for in advance.... so I'm just staying in his room. All night. Gulp. Does he snore? Who knows? Its rather alarming that I have effectively no escape other than the car - I wonder if I should stick a blanket in the boot in case of emergency? This episode might destroy my air of mystery - your secret lover is supposed to be spared the sight of you farting and picking your nose in the morning.

And of course its all a bit intimate. I said that I was more nervous this time - the anticipation is no longer hypothetical, but very real. He said that he hadn't expected to advance to staying all night so quickly...I gave him the option to postpone, but he didn't take me up on it. Mind you, my foot was caressing his balls under his desk at the time.

Much more worryingly, he is lining up other dates, occasions - next month and when he returns from holiday. Whoa nelly! I want to be able to extricate myself from this affair with dignity and grace - I don't want to become the subject of office gossip, I don't want to get emotionally involved and I don't want to be around if his marriage goes tits up. I may have to have a serious chat with him tomorrow, and point out that his wife WILL know something is going on. Just because she hasn't got the hard evidence won't stop her antennae twitching and that is going to have an effect. He would do himself a favour if he took the opportunity of the holiday to start again.... but what do I know about his marriage? For all I know, they have an "arrangement", but then again I don't think so. However, my timing isn't great for mentioning all this - Yes, listen to me, do the sensible thing and throw me out of your hotel room to sleep in the car!

So, once is an accident, twice is a fling, three times is an affair? But perhaps there's room in the scale for dalliance & liaison... and I am sick of doing what I should do instead of what I want to do. I'm reasonably clear what I'm getting out of this: exciting sex, an ego stroke, a mental re-alignment of the power balance with K and an indulgence of my wild streak, in descending order. Him? I expect he's bored indoors, his wife has other interests, he's had/having a major birthday or anniversary and perhaps a health scare that has highlighted his encroaching mortality - a rage against the fading of the light? I'm guessing, but as building the kit car hasn't assuaged his midlife crisis, a sleazy affair is the obvious next step.

This year really does have disaster written all over it, doesn't it.

The Cheek!

Well, the slightly-more-observant-than-I-give-him-credit-for K has accused me of having an affair on the strength of finding some new lingerie in the dirty clothes bin. Well, technically yes, not that I was going to admit it so I leapt for the moral high-ground on the basis that his further evidence is that I haven't been going to bed at the same time as him for some months. Well that's because a) he goes to bed exceptionally early and b) he will want to attempt unsuccessful sex. Again. He claims that "normally", I show him the things I've brought. In answer, I pulled out various items of clothing and grilled him on whether I'd shown it to him before it saw the inside of a wardrobe or after. He had to concede. And I certainly haven't been having an affair for months!

Then there's the small matter of the number of times I've caught him on the internet chatting up women. Now I'm a relatively easy-going person, not out to stop anyone's fun and I took the line that as long as it stayed as online fantasy, then fine. But I caught him ringing up one woman 8-9 times a day, and 3 months ago, directing another one to our local train station once I was due to be safely out of the country. He claimed that he wouldn't have gone through with it. We'll never know because she bottled it. But for 3.5 years, I haven't gone on about the lack of full-on activity, he's been (not very) secretly attempting to find out if the problem can be solved with a different shag, can I be blamed for cracking and getting some attention elsewhere?

Meanwhile the other lover is agging for a replay. Perhaps once more....

Ooops I did it again

The potential is now actual. It was quite nice not to have to make all the running, and he was keen. Oh he was keen. It was very strange, a different shape, smell, less hair, more hair, pleasures and interests, but surprisingly relaxed and bizarrely, after he left, emphasising that I should knock on his door if I couldn't sleep, I really missed him. Which is not like me at all - I like to sleep in my own space, but the urge to cross the corridor was nearly overwhelming.

And I was so turned on that night - I nearly humped his leg like an excitable Yorkshire Terrier. He stroked my neck and I came...for the 8th/9th time, and not the last time that night either.

"Don't be embarrassed in the morning, will you?" he asked anxiously. And I wasn't. We sat side-by-side in the boardroom for 5 hours with ne'er a twitch, but back at base today, we chatted quietly, gently, legs entwined under the table. He wants another round - I have an "issue" that will wait for another post, and I can't say that I don't want to, because I do.

So where does this leave me? I'd always assumed that if I had another affair, it would be with a total bastard, just for the sex. I hadn't counted on someone I genuinely liked and respected making an irresistible pass at me. I hadn't allowed for someone who is worried that I might think he was ignoring me at work, when obviously discretion is paramount. I hadn't expected to feel so comfortable around him, happy to share a moment of tenderness. There's nothing hard-faced about this at all, and I had been steeling myself to don that persona, because, well, that's what you do, isn't it? I'd mentally prepared for a player, and instead I've got a naive sweetie - and surely those are the most trouble? But he was exaggerating when he said this was the first time he'd done this in 30 years? I reckon so. So the song for the day is: "There may be trouble ahead...."

Potential

So, tomorrow night, I will be staying over in a hotel for a meeting early the following morning. The potential will be staying there also. Not that I'm planning anything... I'm sure it was purely co-incidental that I rushed out and spent £100 on new lingerie yesterday. Well....like the girl guide I never was, I like to be prepared. For what? Humiliation, disappointment, a knock-back? Or something scarier... He's not really interested, is he?

Mind you, if he ever reads this: The Maestro, his lover and her facebook revenge, then he would run screaming, wisely. I started reading it thinking it was funny - but Christ, what a car-crash. Bunny boiler extraordinaire. 
Basically, she set him up with an online honey-trap, blogged about it and hoped to get a publishing deal out of it.

After several weeks the affair began to peter out. “I was very upset and so thought up this revenge,” said Slavin (in her late 30's)

Yes, this affair was measured in weeks. Men, be afraid, be very afraid! Ladies, have some dignity, please!

London Buses

None for 10 months and then 2 in an hour.

Sprog Junior mentioned to her ex, you know, the one who dumped her over the phone that she's arranged to meet an old friend in January, and he's blown up, instigated a huge row and she's desperate to leave. Except that she's at his mother's house the other end of the country and they take Hogmanay very seriously there. I did mention to her that they should meet up somewhere neutral - she put this to him and he said, "That's a good idea, why don't you come up to my parents' house. Of course that's neutral, you lived here for 6 months..." Words fail me, but my palm is itching...

Oh and on the other front, amongst my Happy New Year texts, I got one from You Know Who. In itself, utterly blameless, nothing to convict either of us, but none of my other ex-bosses or senior colleagues remembered me at this time of year. Like I say, potential...