I’ve known Lover No. 1 for over 20 years. It was my affair with him, and my husbands response when he found out, that actually ignited me on this wonderfully fulfilling and exciting journey of sexual adventure and sexual independence. He was a work colleague, a friend first and then, (it just sort of happened), a lover. My first, but (lol) not my last exciting “other man”. Our career paths went in different directions, but we kept in touch and once I knew I had my husbands blessings, we would regularly meet for evenings of fun and excitement. And that’s continued ever since . . . not as regularly as it was in those first few, heady months of excitement and new passion . . . but whenever we can. And it’s still wonderful and still fun. Last week was the first evening we’d been able to arrange together this year . . . and once we’d agreed the time and I knew the hotel room was booked, the next few days just couldn’t come soon enough. He picked me up after work and we were in our room within 30 minutes. I showered first and prepared our snacks and nibbles, (and wine of course), that he’d brought along from M&S as he always does. We both sat on the edge of the bed wrapped in our towels, snacking, sipping and chatting . . . just catching up on each others news and family gossip. Before long the snacks were forgotten and the towels were unwrapped . . . He’s been my longest lover . . . and still the most special. Not just because he’s such a longstanding friend, but because he’s such a wonderful lover. Passionate, strong, demanding . . . but fun and so, oh so arousing. I love the way he licks and fingers me and I know I was quickly groaning and moaning under his tongue and caresses. Soon he had my legs spread, and lifted up onto his shoulders, and I could feel the full rhythm of him pushing and gently pounding into me. He stops and slows, and we turn and roll over on our sides, finding ourselves almost naturally in a spooning position as he plays with my nipples and I stroke his back and reach down to cup his wonderful bum cheeks. He has such smooth and silky skin, I love stroking him and feeling him as he fucks into me. I can hear myself groaning and gasping loudly, and sometimes giggling and squealing with the exertion as he rolls over onto his back and pulls me up on top of him. I lift up and squat myself over his hips, stroking up and down on him whilst he grips my waist and pulls and pushes in time. I can’t last long like this though and have to beg him to lie me back down, my body shuddering with the first of my evenings orgasms. He lets me rest for just a few minutes before starting again. Lifting my legs up again and pounding more aggressively. I’m groaning in passion and delight . . . and then in pleading gasps as I come again, and ask for a moments rest. He lays down beside me and we cuddle and talk for awhile. I rub my hand down over his chest to find and grasp his cock. I love the feel of his erection. So smooth and firm. I sit up and slide down the bed to take him into my mouth. I love sucking his cock . . . his more than any other I’ve ever had. It’s thick and hard and the head is so perfectly shaped and rounded. I play with his balls as I suck and stroke my mouth up and down on him. He lets me suck and play like this for several minutes before lifting me away . . . and turning me over on to my back again. I gasp as I feel his cock, wet from my saliva, probing and pushing into me again. I’m loving the feel and sensation of knowing I’d just had that wonderful hardness sliding in and out of my mouth . . . and now it was pumping in and out of my pussy . . . slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. I can hear the mattress squeaking, and my gasps and groans getting louder. “Oh, Fuck my cunt. I love it, I fucking love it”, I’m telling him as he strokes harder and faster. I’m coming again and then hearing him gasping and groaning too, saying “I love fucking you” as he pounds and pounds. He pulls out and moments later I feel his come splashing across my tummy. We collapse together, warm and wet and gasping and cuddling together in our relief and exhaustion. We don’t doze, just lie together and relax and chat more. Sitting up and finishing the wine, and snacking again on a few of the nibbles we’d not touched earlier. Eventually he gets up to shower. I lay back, recovering still. He comes out of the bathroom to hand me my towel again. “Are you showering?” he asks . . . grinning because he likes to hear me answer “no, you know I’m not, you know Hubby likes me to come home ‘dirty’ and smelling of you”. He drops me home just before midnight. Hubby is waiting in bed as he normally does, excited and desperate to hear “a blow-by-blow account” of my evening. I collapse beside him and tell him all that we’d done, “but you can only lick me there, I’m too numb and exhausted for any more”!