The perfect week part III

After A had left to go home for a few hours, I got dressed and went out to get us some dinner and more wine. He wasn't supposed to be gone longer than an hour or two but time passed and he was running late. As I had dinner, I got progressively more drunk and started thinking that A might not be able to escape and come back. I texted him and when he didn't reply, I drank with more vigor. I changed into my girly boxer shorts and a t-shirt and figured that I would he ready for bed when the wine bottle was empty. As I watched some mindless reality show about girls and their wedding dresses, A knocked on the door. I leaped out of bed and rushed to open up. He smiled a broad smile that seemed to say that he was both happy to see me and satisfied with himself that he had surprised me. He held me tight and pulled me off the floor while deeply kissing my lips. We didn't waste any time and as he undressed, standing by the bed, I threw my clothes on the floor and laid naked on the bed. A walked over to the corner of the room where my brown leather boots were lying and he slowly put them on me. He said: "This is really doing it for me" as he entered me with his already hard cock. He stood by the edge of the bed, holding my legs against his chest and fucking me hard. After a few minutes, he grabbed by hand and pulled me off the bed and to the full length mirror hanging near the entrance of my hotel room. He pushed me against the mirror as he forced his cock inside my dripping pussy from behind. I loved watching him fuck me in the mirror. He was watching me too, lust in his eyes and moaning loud. I grabbed the sides of the mirror for balance as I pushed back against A's cock slamming into his body and screaming in pleasure. I lost all shyness and inhibition as the wine took over my tipsy mind and I said: "I want you to take my ass". I had bought a butt plug that morning, not knowing whether we really were going to have the courage to use it. I got the plug as A got the lube. A was rock hard as I laid face down on the bed and spread my cheeks for him to see. I grabbed the lubed up plug from his hand and started playing with my ass. I could feel the toy stretching me as A watched and played with himself. He moaned and said: "I am so fucking excited baby. You excite me so much". I removed the plug as A slowly started entering my ass. We had had anal sex only once before, over a year ago and we both fantasized about doing it again. And again. As A got more and more excited, I began to relax and he was able to place the entire length of his cock in my ass. I told him to fuck me and he gladly did so. He was beyond excited as he pumped fast in and out of my ass. A is 42 years old and we had had so much sex that week that I knew it would take him longer to cum than my ass was able to bear. After a while, he went to shower as he said that he wanted all of my holes. We took a break as we sipped wine, cuddled and listened to Sam Smith. As he stroked my hair, I asked: "Do you know what I like about you? Well, one of the many things that I like about you...."? He smiled and shook his head no. I answered: "I love that you can fuck me so hard and do the kinkiest and dirtiest things with me one minute and the next, you can make such sweet love to me that I feel like I could cry". He looked down, in this shy way that he has sometimes and whispered: "I am so crazy about you. I've never been this crazy about anyone before. You are one of a kind and I'll tell you one thing. I only want to be with you. I don't want to be with anyone else".

It was getting late and he had to leave. He got dressed as I pouted, naked in bed wishing that the night didn't have to end. He kissed me as I made a sad face and pulled out his cock. He forcefully took me and fucked me hard until he came inside me. At that point, he was very late. He kissed me deeply and rushed out the door. He called me from the road and although I knew that I was being unreasonable, I was a little moody and sad. I wanted him to stay. As A always does when this gets too much for me to bear, he put things back into perspective for me and said this before hanging up:

"Baby, I can't give you what you need right now. It's not even what you need, it's what you think you need. And if I give it to you, you'll be like oh my god why did you give me this".

I knew he was right. But his being right didn't help the fact that I had just fallen from the highest high. There was nothing to do but sleep it off.

Sunday withdrawal

A:

"Je suis tellement mais tellement en amour".

Olivia:

"My heart just skipped a beat reading that so I guess I feel the same way :p".

The perfect week part II

I had a whole week to myself and A arranged to spend time with me every single day. On the friday, I had a getaway planned - one night at a hotel - all by "myself". Of course, I wasn't really by myself as A arrived shortly after I did. The evening was a year in the making and expectations were high. A had saved a fancy and very expensive bottle of wine for us to share together. We were initially supposed to have the wine and a crazy sex-filled evening last December when my husband was out of town for two weeks. We had planned to celebrate Christmas with expensive wine and, we joked, hookers and cocaine. One week before our date, I found out that I was pregnant and all of our plans were altered by the news. During my pregnancy, we would often dream of the day when, no longer pregnant, we would escape together for a night at a hotel where we would open that bottle of wine and have the kind of wild sex that we couldn't have anymore.

I wrapped my arms around A's neck and got onto my tip toes to kiss him deeply. He pulled my body to his and held me tightly, whispering: "I can't believe we're doing this. Thanks for inviting me". He smiled his biggest smile as I rolled my eyes. Who else was I going to invite? We opened his bottle of wine and started sipping it as we sat on the couch, my legs over his and my arm around his neck. I commented on the fact that this was reminiscent of the first time we met. It was the fifteenth of May last year and we sat, much like we were doing now, although silently debating whether we should take this to the bed for the very first time. The wine was delicious and worth the year-long wait. A took the glass from my hand and pulled me to the bed. He undressed and then slowly but decidedly removed every last item of clothing from my body. He knelt between my legs and slowly started kissing my lower belly. His tongue moved deliciously over my inner thighs before reaching my clit which he then took into his mouth and sucked. I moaned in delight as I pulled on A's hair. A brought me to a body shaking orgasm and before I had enough time to recover, he forcefully entered my dripping wet pussy. He held on to my breasts as he pumped his cock in and out of me, hard. I screamed in pleasure as he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and stood in front of me fucking me furiously. I knew that he had to meet up with his wife for an hour or two before coming back to me and that he was already late but in that moment, A didn't care. He wanted to fuck me and cum inside me. As A's moans got louder, he said: "baby I am going to shoot so hard inside you". He screamed as his orgasm took over his body and he collapsed on top of me, his hot mouth kissing mine. I pushed him off me softly, smiled my most mischievous smile and said: "Go. Go home to your wife".

The perfect week part 1

As A pumps his cock inside me...

Olivia:

"Are you going to shower before going home to your wife"?

A:

"No".

Olivia: 

"I think I am going to cum right now".

East coast - West coast drama and a sex date

A had spent the week away. His wife had a business trip planned and he tagged along since it was in a city that he had enjoyed immensely once. Selfishly, the fact that he chose to go with her irked me a little and sadly, we spent the week oscillating from missing each other like crazy to being annoyed and arguing. It was not a good week but thankfully, everything fell into place again as he boarded the plane to come home. He landed on a Saturday, in the midst of the holiday weekend and the thought of not seeing each other for another two, three days was unbearable. I suggested that we both make arrangements to get away for a few hours Sunday afternoon. He scheduled a work meeting while I planned a yoga class and just like that, we both had a three hour window on a a sunny weekend day. A found this hotel just a few minutes from my yoga studio and I rented a room. A and I have our usual spots around the city where we often get away to. This was not one of them. This place was obviously meant to be used exactly for the purposes A and I were using it for. The front desk didn't ask me for my name. They didn't need the credit card I handed for the security deposit and they didn't  seem surprised when I paid cash. This was both a little embarrassing and highly convenient.

I sent A a text with the room number and he arrived five minutes later. He looked so good with his freshly cut hair and tight v neck sweater. He threw his leather jacket on the chair and wrapped his strong arms around me. He pushed my back against the wall and placed his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply and it felt so good to breathe him and feel his body against mine. He said: "I missed you so much baby" as he held me close and pulled on the zipper of my hoodie. I pulled his sweater over his head and traced my fingers along the muscles of his chest. A is very handsome. Especially during sex. I love to watch the muscles of his chest flex as he fucks me or witness the strength of his arms as he grabs my hips and thrusts his hard cock into me. I love watching his body move as he manhandles me, pulling and pushing me into whatever position he craves at that particular moment. After more than a year and a half of sex with A, I still notice how hot he looks as he gets dressed, how sexy he is when he fucks me and how beautiful his face is when he looks at me.
Ok where was I?
We undressed quickly and moved to the bed where A proceeded to give me the first orgasm of the six we would have together that day. No one makes me moan and cum the way that A does. He has learned the way that my body works and I have to say that he is a really gifted student. He seems to know exactly where and how to lick and touch in order to produce the most intense, mind blowing orgasms that I have ever had. I can't even give myself an orgasm comparable to the ones that A gives me.

It felt so good to be in A's arms after the time we had spent apart.
We both left the dingy motel happy and giddy.
Reality hit when I got home as my husband was annoyed and cranky which seems to be the theme in our house these days. The mood serves as a daily reminder that what I am doing is unsustainable. Things at home are mostly....unpleasant. And I have been emotionally unavailable which only reinforces the unpleasantness. I know that I have to make a choice. I can't keep giving A the best of me for there is nothing left of me to give to my husband. I am not going to pretend that I don't know what the right thing to do is. I know I should distance myself from A in order to heal my marriage. But his pull is too strong and I am so deeply in love with him that pulling back seems impossible. I am continuing on as though this is just another affair. Another lover.
Except it isn't.
A is A.
He is everything.
I am so screwed.