Morning sex

I kissed my husband good bye and my heart skipped a beat as the door closed and I picked up my phone to call A. He was already close by, picking up croissants and muffins for our very early morning date. I breathed him in when he kissed me and whispered good morning. My body was tingling and I could feel myself getting aroused with every kiss. He led me to the bedroom and pushed my back against the wall as he pressed his hard body into mine. Breakfast could wait. His tongue played with mine and his hands explored every curve of my body. He lifted my shirt and took my nipple into his mouth, softly biting it and making me moan. I closed my eyes and played softly with his hair as his hands stroked the inside of my thighs. I was dripping wet when he kneeled in front of me and kissed my clit. I moaned louder and started moving slowly against his tongue. My hands in his hair, I pulled him into me harder. When I felt my legs go weak, A walked me to the bed. He traced kisses all along my stomach until he reached my clit again. He circled it with his tongue as he put his index finger inside me. I felt myself get even wetter as he fingered me. When I felt him push another finger in my ass, I cried out in pleasure. My mind went completely blank and I was lost in the sensations as his tongue and fingers brought me closer and closer to the mind-blowing orgasm that only A gives me. With one finger pumping in and out of my wet pussy, A moved his tongue lower and began flicking it over my ass. I moved my fingers to my clit and started playing with myself for him to see. He moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue in and out of me. The feeling, combined with how naughty having my lover's tongue my ass always seems to me, sent me over the edge as my body tensed and I began feeling the delicious ripples of an intense orgasm flow through my entire body. I softly pushed A off me, turned over on my stomach and started to giggle. A climbed on top of me and I could feel his hard cock pushing against my back. He softly brushed my hair away from my neck and started slowly kissing me and biting me while he whispered how intense my orgasms felt to him. I couldn't speak, my body was indeed recovering from an earth shattering orgasm but I wanted more. I grabbed his cock and pressed it between my ass cheeks so that he could feel how wet he made me. He moaned and asked me if I wanted his cock inside me. I begged him to please fuck me as I needed to feel him closer to me. He grabbed his cock and pushed it inside me as I moaned and enjoyed the feeling of his cock slipping so easily in my dripping wet pussy. He moaned and said how tight and wet I felt on his cock as he pumped in and out of me faster. I begged him to take me hard, I was craving him and love-making wasn't enough. He obliged and began pushing into me harder with every stroke. He moaned louder, I screamed out in pleasure as he slapped my ass while fucking me from behind. I grabbed the edges of the bed and began moving my hips to meet his cock at every stroke. When I felt him getting close to orgasm, I pushed a finger in my ass for him to watch as he fucked me. That sent him over the edge as he pulled out of me and started cumming all over my ass and back making a mess of me. As we showered together and got cleaned up, A held me tightly under the hot water and said that there was no better way to start the day. 

Bad at breaking up.

Tonight was the kind of special evening where the stars seem to align and somehow, just like magic, what is usually impossible to pull off becomes possible. J's wife was out of town and my husband was away for a few days. That left us completely free and open for an entire evening with no curfew. We had planned this date earlier this week and I had been mentally preparing myself to let him know that I needed a break from our affair. Part of the reason is that my husband and I are starting to plan for a family. I have discussed this often with J. and so he is prepared for the news. Mainly though, I am having difficulty carrying on another affair since A. has come into my life. In my plan, J. and I were going to fuck each other's brains out and then I would tell him. D. inspired me with his post-sex move announcement and so I was going to do it in a similar way. 

J. and I have fantasized numerous times about visiting a sex shop together and a few days ago, he suggested that we meet there before our date. The store was in a part of town where neither of us know anyone so we held hands and kissed as we browsed. It felt nice to do something different with J. than simply meeting up for a two hour sex session. We laughed a lot as we walked around the store and finally left with two kinky items to try. On the way to the hotel, J. realized that he forgot to bring some very important items for our date so we made a quick stop. He walked out with the items and a bottle of wine. As I drove to the hotel, J. put his hand on my leg and inched his way up. He teased me until I found it difficult to drive. It was playful and fun and we were simply having a delightful time together already.

Once we stepped in the room, J. pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. We had time and I knew he wanted to take it slow. He took an ice cube from the ice bucket in which our wine was chilling and put it in his mouth. He turned to me with a devilish look on his face and put his lips on my neck. His lips and tongue were cold as he kissed me and shivers ran down my spine. We undressed each other slowly as we kept kissing. He grabbed the sex store bag and unwrapped the collar and leash that we had just purchased. J. loves to use his ties aroud my neck as a leash and so he found this collar to be extremely exciting. He tied it around my neck and pulled me towards him again. I put my hand on his already hard cock and asked him if I could kiss him there. He smiled and said absolutely as I put an ice cube in my mouth and knelt to my knees in front of him. I took the tip of his cock slowly in my mouth. He moaned and said that my mouth felt so good around his cock. I took him deeper and ran my tongue on the underside of his cock. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pushed himself further down my throat. I tried to take him all but J. is simply too big for me. 

J. pulled on the leash and lead me to the bed. He stood near the edge as I got in front of him. I looked back at him and smiled as he told me that I looked so sexy and that no one turns him on like I do. In one quick stroke, J. slammed his cock deep inside me from behind. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard. When he came, he removed the collar from my neck and we collapsed in bed together holding each other. We drank wine and talked about our lives for a while. I didn't have the heart to break up with him yet and I knew that he was going to want to fuck me again and so I simply enjoyed the moment and the happy banter that J. and I always share after sex. 

Eventually, we had sex again and then stayed in each other's arms kissing for what seemed like forever. J. ran his hands all over my body while never unlocking his lips from mine. He kissed me and held me and touched me for much longer than he usually does after sex. Then, I turned to my side and pulled J's arms around me. He wrapped himself around me and simply held me as we rested together. This is something we have never done before. I told him that I had never seen the cuddly side of him and that it felt good being in his arms. He replied that he couldn't keep his hands off me and that my body seemed to fit so perfectly with his. He said that in this moment, everything was simply perfect and that he was completely happy. We must have fallen asleep for a little while and every time I said that we should get going, he would hold me closer and say that indeed, we should get going but that he didn't want to. When we finally got up, it was three in the morning. We got dressed, kissed and I told him that he had made it completely impossible for me to break up with him tonight. He said that he was glad and that we couldn't stop this all of a sudden. I laughed and said that perhaps we should slowly ease out of our affair instead. 

We walked to our cars and we felt like little kids when the parents are away, so free and unburdened by our real lives. At three in the morning, we were still out, together and no one was waiting for either of us at home. There were no calls from our spouses, no stress and no worries. Things are so simple with J. 

I am decidedly bad at breaking up but then again, maybe I don't really want to.

Meet everyone

I am taking a break from my obsession with A. to write about the other men in my life. I know that it makes me look completely whorish to have many lovers, however, they all play vastly different roles in my life. First, there is J. You know J. He was my first affair partner and truly a gifted lover. What I love with my relationship with J. is its simplicity. J. is someone that I am fond of and with whom I have incredible sexual experiences. He fits the exact definition of a friends with benefits. There is no confusion about the limits and confines of the relationship. When we share a drink or a meal before an encounter, it is simply as a way to increase anticipation and our excitement level and not because we crave time together. Although we do talk and catch up during our encounters, our email communication between meetings is strictly sexual in nature. We are a great sexual match. We enjoy kinky, rough sex together where he gets to explore the dominant side of his personality and I get to play his dirty little whore. The relationship is extremely satisfying because neither of us wants any more than exactly what we have. 

Then, there is D who is by far, the naughtiest lover I have ever had. D. and I know next to nothing about each other and yet, he has pushed me farther sexually than anyone ever has. D. is exciting because he is mysterious, intelligent and extremely kinky. He scares and thrills me all at once. I have shared more of my sexual secrets with him that I ever have with anyone else before. He loves to hear the dirtiest and darkest secrets of others. Although I am far from innocent, with him, I feel quite inexperienced. He loves to surprise me and push my limits. On our first encounter, he spanked me so hard that I was black and blue for a week. He makes me do things that I never thought I would do.....

There are also S. and B. B. and I went on two dates, one of which ended with us kissing and touching eachother but nothing more. B. is very sensual, gorgeous and kind. However, something is preventing me from taking things further with him. Maybe it is his initial shyness and nervousness at the beginning of every meeting. I love a confident man and although I do sense his confidence, I wish he were not more nervous than me when we are together. S. and I have been emailing and texting for a while now but I also haven't taken things further with him. He is very crude in his ways and something about that turns me on. However, I like intelligent and well spoken men and something about S. doesn't feel quite right. Then again, the sex could be amazing....he did mention that he was extremely gifted at certain things. I am so curious. I will keep you posted on my decisions. 

Finally, there is A. He is the only one I can truly call my lover. What we have is deeper and more fulfilling than anything I have with anyone else. It is also more confusing and scary because of its emotional nature. Today, he texted me that he didn't recall ever wanting someone as badly as he wanted me. He said that he wanted to possess every fibre of my being. He is kind and so intuned with his emotions. I have never met a man like him. Sometimes, I feel that by keeping these other men in my life, I am simply trying to minimize the importance of A. Sometimes, I will fuck J. and tell myself that it is rehab from A. I am consumed with A. I am losing my head. In a major way. 

Adulterous sex

There is something distinctively exciting and thrilling about sex outside of marriage. For me, the thrill of it borders on an addiction. It is the illicit excitement of meeting someone new that I crave. I constantly search for new experiences and discovering who a man is, what turns him on and what he loves about me is as intoxicating as a drug. My desire to seek out all things new is matched by an severe aversion to routine. Once routine has instilled itself within a relationship or a marriage, it is a constant battle to attempt to ignite that spark of excitement. Marriage is hard work and keeping passion alive between two people who have known each other so thoroughly for years demands constant efforts. I am also a secret attention whore. You would not realize this from any interaction with me in my real life, however, with my lovers, being noticed, flirted with and desired is decidedly my favorite part of the affair. I am a shameless flirt. This added to the fact that I have a naturally considerate and congenial personality leads all men to believe that I am interested in them. I guess that would also make me a tease.

With these character traits, I feel that I have always had a predisosition toward adultery. I have never been especially gifted at monogamy. The first time I ever cheated, I was in my early twenties and had already been dating the man that I would ultimately marry, for three years. Here is where I want to insert a disclaimer. If you have never cheated before and are contemplating it, be mindful of the fact that once you open that door and take a step inside, it becomes much easier to keep that door open and waltz in and out of it in the future. The guilt that one might feel upon a first adulterous encounter will fade with every subsequent one.

My first experience with adultery was with G. We had a class together at University and flirted throughout the semester. He was charming, gorgeous and we had undeniable chemistry. I wanted him. On a saturday night where we were both out at different Montreal clubs, I sent him a text asking if he wanted to get a coffee. Yes a coffee. At three in the morning. My subtlety needed work, I'll admit that. That text prompted him to pick me up and bring me back to his apartment where he proceeded to warm up the water for that coffee we never had. After a brief tour of his apartment, he pushed my back against the wall and kissed me with the passion that I had been craving for weeks. His hand found the back of my head and prevented me from breaking our kiss. As his tongue gently touched mine and his teeth bit my lower lip, I could feel myself getting wet. I was excited, nervous and thrilled all at once. I had only been with two men and never had sex outside of a committed relationship before. He lifted the hem of my dress and quickly removed my underwear. He knelt in front of me and started exploring me with his tongue. He found my wetness and plunged his tongue deep inside me. I moaned from the pleasure and the thrill of having someone new exploring me so intimately. He found my clit and flicked his tongue over it. I was dripping wet. Eventually, he came back up and kissed me. He leaned back against the wall and told me to take his cock in my mouth. I unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. G. was quite small and so I was able to swallow his entire length despite being inexperienced. I licked and sucked on him until he pulled me up and threw me on the bed. He warned me that he hadn't had sex in a while and that he might consequently cum quickly. He fucked me in the missionnary position until he came. He then offered me a glass of water and called me a cab.

I am sharing this lackluster experience as a reminder that adultery is not glamorous. As exciting as the fantasies might be in our minds, in real life, a man might fuck you and send you home without as much as a thank you. I cried on the cab ride home and felt both guilty and dumb for cheating on such a wonderful man who loved me. I felt dirty and had to take an hour long shower before I could shake the feeling. This first encounter with adultery made me want to work on my relationship and make things better. After that night, I was a good girl...............until K. 

Monogamy is simply not my thing.

Last week, I met D. for drinks at a trendy bar. After a month of emails in which we shared secrets and fantasies from the deepest darkest parts of ourselves, flirting seemed tamed in comparison. After a first drink, he asked me whether I wanted to take this further. I sat, pondering this question for a few minutes, decidedly unsure of what I was going to do. On the one hand, he was handsome and there was definite chemistry. On the other, I had never moved this quickly with a stranger before. There was something about D. that prevented me from overanalyzing the situation. I agreed to go to a hotel nearby after a second, much-needed drink. Perhaps it was that his seduction method appealed directly to my brainy side. His nerdy intelligence coupled with an apparent liking for the perverse and kinky excited me both body and mind.

When we stepped into the hotel room, I was both turned on and afraid. I was turned on by my sudden boldness and surprised at my decision to let this stranger do unspeakable things to me. I was afraid for the same reason. D. was still a stranger. A kinky stranger and I did not know what sleeping with him would be like or what it would awaken in me. 

What was ultimately awakened in me that night was my inner whore. To even begin to understand the implications of this statement, I must tell you that I am married. To my husband, my family and friends, I am a loving wife, a young professionnal and a devoted homemaker. 

To my lovers, I am their naughtiest and dirtiest little secret. 

Here, I am exposing my dark side.