The tie

A and I were in bed at our usual sex hotel on a sunday morning. I had asked him to bring a tie. He brought two, eager to use them on me. As we lay naked on the bed, A kissed me passionately. His tongue finding mine in the most delicious way, he let his hands wander the length of my body. When he reached my inner thigh, I let out a loud moan against his warm lips. I wanted more. I wanted him. I pushed his body down on the bed and got on top of him. Looking at his well-defined chest and arms made me even hotter than I already was. I grabbed one of A's ties and put it around my neck. I could see the lust in A's eyes when I said: "tie it". I watched as he tied the perfect knot around my neck and then gave him the end of the tie to hold as a leash. He smiled, surprised at my boldness and I felt him grow hard beneath me. I kissed his mouth and rubbed my pussy on his hardened cock. He grabbed the necktie with force and guided my head down towards his hardness. I looked straight at him as I licked his length, from his balls to the very tip. He whispered "I am so excited" as I wrapped my warm mouth around his cock. I circled the tip with my tongue and dove deep, taking his shaft down my throat. I lathered his cock with my saliva and continued to lick and suck as he moaned louder on the bed. As I took A's balls in my mouth, he pulled on the tie and directed me towards his face. He told me to lay my pussy on his mouth and as his tongue found my clit, he said: "you are so wet baby, you are drenched". I smiled a shy smile at him as he continued to kiss and lick my pussy. A has learned to please me in a way that no other man has ever done for me before. I was moaning loud as he pushed his tongue inside me, one finger finding my ass. His tongue left my clit for a minute as he took a sip of wine. His mouth found my pussy again and he let the cold wine slowly pour over my pussy lips. He licked it all up and dove deeper inside me making me moan. I was feeling myself dripping all over A's face as I grew incredibly aroused. For once, I wanted him to be the fist one to cum so I moved down his body until I could push his hard cock inside me. I know exactly what pleases A and I rode him hard, moving my ass up and down his shaft. He bit his lower lip and screamed how good I felt riding his cock. He slapped my ass and I screamed out, never letting his cock leave my wet pussy. When A was close to blowing up inside me, I moved lower and took his cock in my mouth. He grabbed the tie tightly and almost choked me, moving my head up and down on his shaft. I sucked up and down his length, gagging myself with his cock, as I played with his balls and he screamed that he was about to explode so hard in my mouth. I didn't stop sucking and licking until he screamed loudly and I could taste the sweetness of his cum on my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed every drop and undid the knot on his tie, throwing it on the floor next to the bed. I smiled at him and he let out a loud sigh. He said: "You spoil me so much baby", as I lay my head on his chest. 

Turmoil

A:

"You don't know what you want".

Olivia:

"I want you".

A:

"You have me. And still you are unhappy. Why?".

Olivia:

"I don't know".

A text from my lover

A:
"I have never missed you as much as I did tonight".

The concert - oh the dread

Olivia:
"The grown up part of me has accepted that today is not going to be what I thought it would be and is overall ok with everything. I mean I have planned a whole other evening for myself and under any other circumstances, I would be excited and elated about tonight.
But the childish and immature side of me is kicking and screaming inside. This part of me wants to boycott the whole stupid thing and just sit at home and pout and scream and get mad. I even feel anger towards Sam Smith for some reason! I have been screaming "screw Sam Smith" in my head over and over during the weekend.
I really am kicking and screaming inside baby. I am yelling at the world saying it's not fair ;) like a child.
I don't want to go.
But I know that staying home won't make me feel any better.
So I am going to dress up and curl my hair and go on a girls night with my best friend.
I still can't believe I am not going with you.
:("

"Worst Christmas ever" - A

The holidays are always difficult for those of us living, what some may call, a "double life". Spouses are home from work, family obligations and parties fill up the calendar and the window of time to spend with one's lover suddenly seems infinitely small. A and I have made numerous Christmas plans that have sadly fallen through due to changing spouses' schedules and extended holidays from work. With the exception of an unexpected and unplanned visit on Christmas Eve, A and I have had very little time to celebrate together. Although spending the holidays with everyone but the person you love can put a serious damper on one's celebratory mood, A and I have managed to steer clear of holiday-induced depression thanks to one shiny beacon of light - two months ago, I bought us tickets to see an artist that we have both discovered together and grew to LOVE in concert in January. I can not begin to express how much A and I  have been looking forward to this event. We would talk about it excitedly every single day. It would mark a major milestone in our relationship since it would be the first time that we do something "real" together. Something other than hiding out in hotel rooms. Although Christmas didn't turn out the way either of us had planned, it didn't matter because we had the concert. 

On Christmas Day, I get a text from A saying: "Worst Christmas ever".

He didn't want to talk about it on the phone or to explain it by text. He said that he'd explain when he saw me in person. I spent three days worrying about him, wondering whether he had chosen that day to end his marriage and imagining scenarios of family tragedies unfolding on Christmas Day. It didn't help that for those three days, A seemed busy and somewhat less available to talk and text leaving me to simply wait patiently for Sunday. Yesterday, we had arranged to spend a few hours together at a hotel near my house. We were both excited and happy to be with one another and clothes were quickly tossed around the room and A's tongue found it's way to my clit. I came hard underneath his tongue and that made him rock hard. He kissed my mouth and pushed himself inside me softly. He held me close to him and looked at me with the saddest look in his eyes. He said he had missed me so much and that this truly was the worst Christmas ever. I played with his hair and asked him what happened. He said that Christmas morning was amazing and that everything pointed to a great day. He said: "And then I opened my gift". 

I was puzzled for a minute thinking who cares if his wife gave him a bad gift. He looked at me, sadness on his face and said: "It's the single worst thing she could have given me". 

I covered my face and couldn't help my reaction. I started to cry. 

Of course. Concert tickets. It's a great gift. The same gift I bought for him. 

Christmas plans made and unmade

Olivia:

"When do we celebrate Christmas? We skip it this year?"

A:

"Why would we do such a thing".

Olivia:

"It's looking like that... Nothing is working out for us".

A:

"The great thing with us is we enjoy every day together.

We celebrate life. So even if we can't fit it in now, we always make it up. In spades". 

Olivia:

"That is so beautiful. I love that. I must write that down somewhere".

Reunion

A and I had been apart for over two weeks as I had been out of town with my family. While I was away, we kept in touch every day with emails and texts but we also began, what is surely to be a new tradition for us, sending each other pictures every day. What started out innocently enough; a picture of my son and I at the Newark airport on a lay over and a picture of A driving to a meeting, quickly turned sexual. Why that surprised me, I still don't know but by the third day, there were pictures of A, half dressed, grabbing his hard cock for me and of my tanned naked body lying on the king size hotel bed. We had fifteen days of pictures to send to one another so we had to get creative with it. It made our time apart bearable and served to build up the anticipation for my return. 

I made it home in the afternoon and A and I couldn't wait to see each other so on my way to do some errands, he met up with me in the parking lot of a hotel we often go to nearby. He got there before me and when I parked my car next to his, he looked at me through his window and beamed. He was smiling ear to ear as I got into the passenger seat of his sports car and handed him the small gift that I brought back for him. He grabbed me and pulled me close in a tight hug while crushing my mouth with his. Hungrily, he kissed my lips and his tongue found its way in my mouth. I grabbed his hair and moaned as I kissed him back, wishing that the layers of clothes and winter jackets would disappear so that I could feel his warmth. We were giddy to be together after what seemed like a never ending vacation as we talked like excited children. The x- rated picture experiment had made us both terribly aroused for weeks and as A slipped his hand inside my panties, I asked him coyly if he was hard. He looked at me and answered: "What do you think?".

I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me. I was already dripping wet and as A fingered my pussy he asked me how I was going to explain my drenched panties when I got home. I moaned louder and said that I didn't care. A kissed me passionately and as his lips parted with mine, he looked deep into my eyes and said: "I am so in love with you". I kissed him harder and told him that I loved him more and he said: "Impossible". 

I laughed as I said: "I love how we are whispering sweet nothings to one another as your hand is down my pants". Then, as I said that it should always be this way, he laughed and answered that he was just about to say the very same thing. 

As A continued to pump his finger in and out of my pussy, I told him about how I had been fantasizing about his mouth on my clit making me cum over and over. I told him that I had been thinking of his tongue all day while I was on the plane. His eyes sparkled as he said: "Let me go down on you right now". I pushed him away as there were other cars and a few people walking by but he wouldn't take no for an answer. He pulled down my pants and started licking me so slowly and deliciously, I couldn't help but moan and tell him not to stop. 

We both didn't get any release that day and the anticipation for next time might kill me but it was amazing to see A, to kiss his lips and to feel his body against mine.