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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!

My Marital Affair – the background.

Where do I begin? Well, at the start is probably a good place! I got married back in 2004 to a lovely guy I had been seeing over the internet for a few years. We had met a couple of times, and since we clicked so well, we decided to get married. I moved from America to England, got some work, and settled into married life. It was nice at first, but now, as stereotypical as it sounds, the “seven year itch” has settled in, and I’m BORED! The sex is alright. It’s routine, vanilla, and quick. I think that’s the worst part. So a few months ago, I started thinking. My eyes started wondering. My flirtations at work got a bit more deliberate.

I haven’t actually acted on my feelings yet. I’m not sure if I could, to be honest! I mean, I’m still decent looking and somehow (thank the Gods) I’ve managed to keep my high-school weight and the grey hairs are still not appearing. The guys around here seem to like my American accent. There are a few guys at work that seem interested. But how does one even start having a marital affair? My husband isn’t the brightest bulb in the box so I think hiding it from him wouldn’t be too hard. He barely notices me over the glow of his laptop while he plays those weird role-playing games for hours on end anyway.

I do feel guilty, though. It’s so hard to make the decision to step out on your partner. Even if you barely knew them before you got married. Even if they never really make you orgasm as well as you have in the past. Even if all you crave is mindblowing, anonymous sex with the hot twenty-somethings you chat up at the pub. Hell, my vibrator gets more action these days. I got married young and quickly. I don’t think I made a mistake – I think I just need to expand my options. Most chicks my age do that when they are unmarried. I just happen to have a ring and a guy who calls me his wife (when he’s not worried about “leveling-up”, whatever that is). Okay – maybe I don’t feel as guilty as I thought I did.

I’m bored. I’m horney. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t know where to start. But what I do know that I’ve started on one hell of an adventure.

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 ….

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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?

I can’t believe how quiet you all are on here, are you all shy or what?  Come on you can be anonymous and change the names of suitors if you’re shy.  There must be more stories out there…

… while you all think about writing I’ll pick up the story on my entry in to the world of the LL Bulletin Board.    A board that in my opinion cannot be beaten.

So having chosen not to exchange photos, Billy and I didn’t really know who we were looking for on the day, only what cars we each drove.     I arrived at the car park full of doubt as to whether I was doing the right thing or not.   I got nervously out of the car to be confronted by a giant of a man holding a huge umbrella ready for me to step under.    We exchanged a hug and it was like hugging a big soft bear, he was a bit like an over enthusiastic puppy which was so sweet.  We went in to the restaurant and sat nervously together, conversation was okay, if a little stifled by the constant wondering at the back of the mind of that hotel room booked just across the other side of the carpark.  Will we, won’t we?   Now I know there are a lot of people who would consider it crazy to even think about sex on what was after all just the first date but hey we’re not kids and time is valuable.  It was a long drive for nothing more than lunch and a hug.

Don’t expect me to recall what we ate that day, we may have shared a dessert I think.   Anyway, eventually the decision had to be made; do we go one step further?  Oh what the hell, why ever not!  So over we went to the hotel, checked in and made our way to the room.

I’m not going to tell you a lie and say it was mind blowing, after all are we all looking for mind blowing sex?  Or are we looking for  more than that, I was looking for a bit of respect, some confirmation that I was still desirable, a bit of romance and above all appreciation.  If Billy was here now and joining in this story I’m sure he’d tell you he appreciated me that afternoon and evening and possibly the next morning too…

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

 Loving Links.   Pah thought I who needs them, I’ve done alright by myself thanks.  Of course life is never that simple and don’t we always end up eating our words?
Our affair continued for quite some time, it wasn’t exclusive from my side as I was still seeing Chad on the rare occasions that he got bored playing happy families.   Mike knew this so there was no need for secrecy between us.
My work took me away now and again all alone and staying in very nice hotels, so I became slightly frustrated and a little annoyed that neither of them could ever join me for the night.   Chad was a sales rep but unfortunately the area he covered was always within reach of home so no excuse to stay away over night.  Mike’s jobs likewise were all fairly local, so not a lot of freedom there but he did sometimes go away for Golf Tournaments and I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t try just once to make one of these (even a ficticous one) clash with one of my work trips.  I tried so hard not to let it affect our relationship which was too good to spoil.
Then suddenly all hell broke loose, his life exploded and mine along with it.   He was caught out, not for our affair but for cheating with his wife’s best friend, he had been for many years so it seems.   She was one half of another couple they regularly went away with.  When all the truth came out it seems he was going away on ‘golfing’ weekends but hadn’t found time to fit me in for one because it was always with her.  Eventually his wife decided to give him another chance, I don’t think she found out about me and my hubby was oblivious to it all.  They moved away to Norfolk well out of reach and I never heard from him again.
bloody hell I thought, is this game worth it?  Then I remembered – ‘what was that TV program?’ ‘hmm let’s see what Google brings up?’.   Found the Forum, signed up and ‘dipped my toe in the water’……………………………..
So where are all these other adulterers?  Surely there must be more interesting tales out there amongst you all, don’t be shy come on share ……….  tell David and the rest of us about your path to extra marital affairs.