Another week of work rolled by, and I started packing up my desk for my soon-to-be unemployment. Matthew seemed to pay me slightly more attention this week. Maybe it was the brief back and forths we had in the days before. Maybe it was the same sense of “why not? I’m leaving anyway” that I had been feeling for a few weeks.

 After mulling over in my head the small sparks that seemed to happen between my husband and I, I had decided to just let my marital affair take its course. Not to push in any single direction, but not to avoid certain situations if they presented itself. I almost had a sense that Matthew had an idea as to what was going on in my head, as his advances seemed that more outward and obvious. I almost thought that my co-workers were getting clued in to what was going on. I was certain that Eric – the younger team member I had mentioned in a previous post – knew full well what was going on.

 Matthew had asked me to go to the stationary closet and get some supplies for a board meeting that was to take place later in the afternoon. I thought for sure that this was a come-on, and he would meet me in the closet for a little rub and tug. After a few minutes in there dilly-dallying with the white board markers and poster sized paper, I heard the door close behind me. Rather that turning to see Matthew waiting for me, it was Eric.

 Without a word, he moved over to me and started looking through the various sizes of paper reams on the shelf. I moved to give him more room, but he just moved in closer. Was he trying to make his own move? He bent down and whispered in my ear – “people know”. I flushed beet red. If the floor could open up and swallow me down, it wouldn’t have been soon enough.

 Suddenly, rather than whispering in my ear, he was kissing me. Behind my ear, down my neck, over my shoulder that he had exposed my moving my top. I closed my eyes and drank in the moment. His kisses were soft and he was so ‘dreamy’. I felt like a teenager realizing her crush has a thing for her as well. I turned my heat and met his lips, and we kissed softly for the next few moments.

He stopped, leaned his forehead against mine. Looking right into my eyes, he quietly said “I can please you more.”

 My marital affair had taken a sudden – and unexpected – turn in the road.

My Marital Affair – Covered in Confusion..

After spending time with my husband, I began to seriously question my intentions to seek boredom relief elsewhere. My decision to cheat on my husband would more than likely never be discovered by him. This was completely based on my own emotions, just as my initial desire to occupy myself with other men was.

I thought that having a marital affair would excite me. The steps I had already taken had indeed excited me. I thought that getting another man’s attention would boost my ego. Matthew’s attention certainly had. I thought having sex with other men would expose me to experiences that my boring and vanilla husband wouldn’t even dream of. Or so I assumed.

I think I had mentioned before that I am the one to always initial sex in my marriage. I had tried to spice things up a bit, but it always ended up the same way – me on the bottom, not cumming unless it was by my own hand. Last night I decided I would do whatever I can to have sex with my husband that came close to meeting my own desires.

While I was in the shower, I called out to my husband to come into the bathroom. It took a few times to get his attention, since he was pretty engrossed in his computer game. He mumbled when he got to the bathroom about being in the middle of a battle.

“Babes, can you wash my back for me?”

“I’d like you to wash my back. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He took the sponge from me and rubbed up and down my back like he was cleaning the kitchen counter. I turned around to face him, and he stopped scrubbing.

“Keep going”, I said it him in my ‘sexy voice’.

More kitchen-counter strokes. I grabbed his wrist, and directed the sponge to my breasts. He gave me a puzzled look and kept on his circle-cleaning pattern. I took the sponge out of his hand and placed his palm back onto my breast. He smiled slightly, and looked down to the floor. I ran his hand over my soapy nipples and watched as the boxers he was wearing ‘changed shape’.

Moaning from the pleasure his hand was giving my breasts, I moved his soapy hand down to my pussy. His oversized fingers slid inside me and his callused thumb went to work on my clit – with a little coaxing from me, of course. After a few moments, I was cumming in the steaming shower, by my husband’s hand. The slight grin remained on his face as he watched me orgasm. When I was done, I looked at him, kissed his sweaty forehead, and told him I loved him.

Not quite the throw-me-down-and-shag me experience I was hoping for, but it may be a step in the right direction. Even if it did require more effort than I’m sure that any night with Matthew would entail. More confusion, more decisions. But at least I got a bit of sexual relief for now.

My Marital Affair Takes Shape

 Monday was the day – the day that I would put my plans into action. I had less than a month of work left, and I knew that I had little time to “put myself out there” to the two gentlemen at work that I had a bit of a crush on. I had bought the dirty underwear – more to psych myself up than anything else, dropped some hints, and played into their advances rather than brushing them off. My supervisor at work would be the easiest one to start on. He had already showed some interest in me, and the fact that I was married had no deterrent qualities. He was the one I’d focus in on. He would rid me of this long-standing boredom and unsatisfied sexual desires. Let’s call him “Matthew”.

Matthew and I were going to be staying late that Monday to work on a contract that needed to be completed by 5pm on Friday. The hope was that if we got the majority of the work done that night, we’d be able to relax the rest of the week. We were on our own in the conference room after the day shift had left, rummaging around huge whiteboards, masses of poster paper, and way too many manuals to count. Things started off quite typically, sitting across from each other working on our own separate posters. He asked me to come around to his side so I could proofread. I leaned into Matt as I read his writing to myself, and not unexpectedly, he rubbed his shoulder into my hip. This is when I usually would move away, but I stayed against him to see where he would take it. I was surprised at how little time it actually took before he tried to make a move!

He put his arm around my back to hold onto the table. He pushed himself back in his chair so he could stand up. As he rose, he moved his hand from the table to my ass. I maneuvered myself in front of him and I could feel his hard cock against the back of my skirt. I backed myself into him and he grabbed both hips with his hands. He moaned, and I moved my hips slightly from side to side. With more moaning, he leaned forward and took a deep smell of my hair. I felt his stubbly chin against my neck. He moved and his lips took the place of his chin. He kissed my neck hungrily, and I leaned my head back to encourage it further. His hands had moved over my button-up shirt and slipped through the spaces between the fasteners to try and get a feel of my bra. “We need to finish this first”, I whispered to him. “You need to finish me first”, he said back to me, in his deep voice and Mancunian accent. I giggled a bit – more like a schoolgirl’s giggle than a 30-something woman. He smacked my ass hard enough to make quite a sound. I felt my thong get wet after the whack, but we turned back to our work. After a few hours of more playful smacks and well-placed kisses, we called it a night. Unfortunately – or maybe fortunately – we would have to stay later another day this week to get the project finished. Didn’t quite manage to get it all done on Monday night!

Frills, thrills and my Marital Affair.

 Being the girly girl that I am, I’ve always had a love for lingerie. Lacey or leather, I’ve got it stashed somewhere. Not that I’ve had much of an occasion to use it in the last year or so. To go along with my newly found inspiration to become a flirting philanderer, I decided it was time to treat myself and so a bit of shopping to. get in the right mood for my marital affair

I called up a girlfriend and we decided to hit the local shopping centre. We browsed through department stores and specialty shops, but nothing really popped out to me as something I’d want to wear for my future rendezvous. I had the trashy red lace thing already. I owned two purple corsets with matching stockings and suspenders. The shiny black leather bra and panties set was still sat at the bottom of my dresser with the tags on. Pink baby-doll sets are just too, well, babyish. I wanted something unique – something new. Something that screamed “throw me down on a bed and shag me until the neighbours complain about the screaming”.

So after gossip and lunch, I headed back home and popped onto the internet. If there was any place to find the perfect slut-uniform, it would be there.  Google images comes in handy for searches like this, since you can avoid the uncreative blurbs that go along with the underwear and just get down to how it looks. After clicking through black fishnet body suits, French maid costumes, and green luminescent panties I found myself a rather sexy little number – a cupless grey suede bra with matching French cut knickers and bowed stockings. Easy access in all the right places. I already knew what I wanted to wear on top of my new purchases – a knee length grey skirt and a tight black button-up top.  I decided that the day after my new purchases arrived would be the day that I made my move.

An outfit like that required some grooming, and I didn’t have all too much time. My girlfriend suggested I look into waxing. As painful as it sounded, I knew that it would be the best way to keep the fuzz down to a minimum. She suggested a salon that she used when pursuing her current hubby, and I made an appointment for later in the week to get my first fanny waxing – a Brazilian. I went with a Hollywood style, and get everything removed. Go bare, or go home!

I sat nervously in the waiting area of the salon, and had a bit of a giggle to myself imagining what the other folks in the room where there to get. After being summoned to the booth and told to strip down everything under the belt, I hopped up on the bench and held my breath. Holy Moses it was painful! I just reminded myself afterward, bits throbbing from where the hair was ripped out, that this was all for a good purpose, and that I would see my reward in a matter of time. Or at least I’ll do my damndest to make sure that I did. 
I wondered for a moment what my husband will think of it if he ever makes it down to that area in the next few weeks. I then realized it wouldn’t be too much of an issue – I was the one who had initiated sex for the last few years, so if I didn’t try, he probably wouldn’t bother.

So, I’m trimmed, and my little box of fun arrived in the post this morning. It’s literally time to put my big-girl panties on and get down to my marital affair on the road..

 

Fate makes time for my marital affair

Well, the bad news is I got made redundant this week. I think I might have another job lined up, but I’m not sure yet.

The good news – I’m taking this as a sign. A sign to forget all my inhibitions and just start going crazy-flirting with all the guys at work (and the occasional cute girl – hey, it’s worth a try, right??). Well, maybe not ALL the guys – I don’t want to make it that obvious. I know that in a few weeks time I’m never going to have to see a lot of these people again, so I might as well start practicing my flirting and get a bit more serious about finding myself something to cure this boredom.

I think I have a target or two in mind. One is my supervisor. Yeah, very stereotypical, I know, but I think it’s a safe first choice. He’s always starting at my chest when we talk. He touches my arm when we walk into meetings. And he’s dropped a few hints when we’ve been at office gatherings together. If I’m going to put myself out there for a one-night fling to get my affair life up and running, I’m hoping he’s the way to start it off.

The other is one of the guys on my team. He’s young….very young….like he-couldn’t-drink-back-in-the-States-young. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. I’m not quite the oldest branch on the tree, but I generally go for older guys. He is gorgeous, though….dark hair and eyes, chiseled chin, toned body….and girlfriendless! He seems to be a playboy type and bounce from girl to girl. Maybe he can bounce on me? We’ve got plenty of time alone together when we are working on projects, so he may be the easier of the two to start going after.

After writing my first blog post and exploring the forums a bit, I was all excited and raring to go. I even decided to try and rouse the sleeping-computer-zombie that is my husband and get a bit frisky with him. Yeah, that was a laugh. After trying for about 45 minutes to get him off of that glowing box (and trust me – the things I tried belong on other, more graphic web sites), I got all of 4 minutes of grunting thrusts before it was all over and done with. After that, I decided to have a date with the shower head instead.

So my mind is made up. I’m going to go into work next week and have different goals and objectives in mind. Screw hitting my bonus target – I’ve got other positive reinforcement measures in mind!

Do you like a challenge?  I know I do, so when Eddie tells me the next time we speak that he actually refrained from allowing himself to orgasm that first meeting just so I could get maximum pleasure, I was rightly impressed But also straight away I was thinking …”right then Mr smarty pants, you won’t get away with that next time, believe me.  I’ll be doing my utmost to make sure you’re in complete working order “       J Billy seemed to be okay with my meeting Eddie and of course I didn’t go in to any detail about the meeting, after all a lady never tells does she – she might Blog but she never tells.I was still getting some interest from other men on the BB and it was a bit like all your Christmas’s coming at once or the old child in a sweet shop scenario – after all it would be rude and cruel to just dismiss them without some sort of consideration wouldn’t it?  Especially if I just happened to be able to get away in their area.    Ian was my next meet, he seemed to be quite an abrupt character from his correspondence and posting method but I got the impression that underneath it all was a sensitive nice guy.  I was really quite in to the swing of it all now so didn’t waste too much time on the arrangements.  We planned to eat and then, we knew where it was going from there unless of course he decided otherwise or turned out to be quite revolting.    We all have to suffer our first knock back when we play this game and Ian was mine.    I thought we got on quite well and he knew I was already seeing others.  We had what I thought was a great night together and I am sure he was appreciative of some of my skills, I know for sure he didn’t hold back on me.   Next morning when we parted all was well and we parted with a ‘must do it again sometime’, ‘I’ll be in touch’.  Oh he was in touch alright about 15 minutes later by text – ‘On thinking about it I don’t think we’re particularly suited, I am really looking for an exclusive relationship’.      Exclusive relationship my a**e!!!!  I now know he liked to put it about a bit but hey it was his loss, I still had Billy & Eddie and there were still quite a few fish in the BBFishnets at the ready then ….

Whilst our lovely Lucy has a short break from blogging I am going to tell you about the new sites that we have set up for your pleasure.

For those of you who enjoy bisexual dating or eventhreesomes   we have launched www.bisexualdesires.com

For people who enjoy dating bbw’s (big beautiful women) we have www.abundantlove.com

If you are disabled orlike to date disabled people we have 2 sites www.disabilitymatch.co.uk  and www.disableddesires.com which also covers amputeedating and devotee dating.

Finally we have sites for gothic dating and for uniformdating

Ok so that is our current portfolio of sites, normalmarital affair blogging continues tomorrow.

Do you like a challenge?  I know I do, so when Eddie tells me the next time we speak that he actually refrained from allowing himself to orgasm that first meeting just so I could get maximum pleasure, I was rightly impressed But also straight away I was thinking …”right then Mr smarty pants, you won’t get away with that next time, believe me.  I’ll be doing my utmost to make sure you’re in complete working order “       J

Billy seemed to be okay with my meeting Eddie and of course I didn’t go in to any detail about the meeting, after all a lady never tells does she – she might Blog but she never tells.

I was still getting some interest from other men on the BB and it was a bit like all your Christmas’s coming at once or the old child in a sweet shop scenario – after all it would be rude and cruel to just dismiss them without some sort of consideration wouldn’t it?  Especially if I just happened to be able to get away in their area.  

Ian was my next meet, he seemed to be quite an abrupt character from his correspondence and posting method but I got the impression that underneath it all was a sensitive nice guy.  I was really quite in to the swing of it all now so didn’t waste too much time on the arrangements.  We planned to eat and then, we knew where it was going from there unless of course he decided otherwise or turned out to be quite revolting.  

We all have to suffer our first knock back when we play this game and Ian was mine.    I thought we got on quite well and he knew I was already seeing others.  We had what I thought was a great night together and I am sure he was appreciative of some of my skills, I know for sure he didn’t hold back on me.   Next morning when we parted all was well and we parted with a ‘must do it again sometime’, ‘I’ll be in touch’.  Oh he was in touch alright about 15 minutes later by text – ‘On thinking about it I don’t think we’re particularly suited, I am really looking for an exclusive relationship’.    

Exclusive relationship my a**e!!!!  I now know he liked to put it about a bit but hey it was his loss, I still had Billy & Eddie and there were still quite a few fish in the BB

Fishnets at the ready then ….

So do I stick with Billy or do my adventures continue?

Well it was a no brainer really wasn’t, you could all have guessed the outcome. Billy was a lovely guy but then I’d also struck up an interesting conversation with Eddie and he was really getting quite desperate to meet up with me. Both Billy & Eddie live quite some distance away from me so it wasn’t going to be easy to see either of them very often, so my reasoning went like this.

With one lover I get spoilt on odd occasions say at best every other month, realistically maybe only 2 or 3 times a year? With two lovers wouldn’t that give me the option of getting spoilt twice as often? Go on say it – ‘What a Tart!’ and that’s the polite version of what you’re thinking but if I was a good girl I wouldn’t have contacted loving Links at all.

One thing I did decide, was that there was enough deception being involved with lovers and I didn’t want there to be further deception so I was upfront with both my men and did tell them both that they would not be the only men I might get together with nor was I looking for an exclusive relationship. I was often away alone, in different parts of the UK on business and it was a pleasant dream to imagine an LL man in every town willing to wine and dine me and maybe keep me warmed up over night – LOL

So with Billy’s blessing I agreed to meet Eddie. My earlier arrangements had been successful so it seemed okay to repeat the process. Only this Time Billy knew where I was and who with so I didn’t need to involve my friend. Eddie had the distinct advantage in the fact that he worked away from home for 3 days a week so had no problems getting away from the wife. We arranged to meet at a hotel half way between us, near Oxford and once again no photos had been exchanged but he knew what car to look for. I arrived first and waited in the Car park, after a short wait a motorbiker pulled up behind, all leathers and crash helmets hmmmmm. It was Eddie.

We had lunch, we chatted for a while and then, and then …. Well yes you know me well enough by now … it was off to bed with us!

Boy was this one a stayer? I thought it would never go down and let me get some sleep J but I wasn’t complaining ….

Will Billy get the axe?