Friday Evening With Lover No. 2

We hadn’t met since February, so when Lover No. 2 called to say he would have the house to himself on the following Friday I had no hesitation in agreeing to his invitation for dinner . . . and desserts!! His wife would be away on business for the night and he was desperate for a longer session than we’d been able to arrange in February (Lover No. 2).

Unlike my husband, No. 2 enjoys cooking so I teasingly told him I would be thrilled to be “waited on hand . . . and ****” and asked if I would be allowed to lounge again in his huge bath tub whilst he prepared the food. He replied that I should text him when I was leaving the office and he’d “run the bath and chill the wine”.

His house is actually just a 20 minute cab journey from work and I arrived just after 7 p.m. True to his word he greeted me with a large glass of wine (and passionate embraces) and told me my bath was ready. We stood kissing at the foot of the stairs for some time though, his caresses pushing me gently against the wall and his hands almost immediately unzipping my dress and unclipping my bra. It was difficult for me to return his caressing as I had the wine glass in one hand and was having to reach back with the other to keep myself steady against the wall. I could feel his erection through his trousers though, rubbing against my leg as we continued exchanging kisses. I was already moaning with delight as he rubbed the palms of his hands across my nipples as he slid them under the bra. As I leant back against the wall I swapped the wine glass from one hand to the other behind his head as I slid each arm free from the sleeves of my dress . . . and my bra straps. I gasped into his ear as I felt the dress drop from me to the floor. He was sliding his tongue and lips down my tummy now as he dropped to his knees and slid my knickers off over my hips as quickly as he’d unclipped my bra. I stepped, one leg at a time, from my panties . . . my legs opening wider as I did so . . . and then groaning with the pleasure of his tongue licking down and in between my lips. “I need that bath” I told him, “I’ve been working all day, I must be sweaty and smelly”.“You smell wonderful” he lifted away for a moment to answer up to me, before leaning forward again to push his tongue back into me. He’d slid his hands down to my ankles now and was pushing my legs apart wider. I tried to lift him up and move him over towards the stairs. He twisted with me long enough to swivel me around and then sit me backwards down onto the carpeted steps, taking the glass from me now and placing it down on the floor beside him. His hands ran back over my knees spreading me wider as he leant forward, flicking his tongue over me again. I was quickly losing the will to protest about needing a bath, gasping out again as his fingers reached up to squeeze at my nipples and I felt his tongue scraping over my lips and . . .
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46-50, F
May 14, 2012