Seven Delicious Moments

My wife Mary and I have been married for 10 years. We have a great sex life together, but neither of us was terribly experienced before we met, and from time to time this has caused a certain amount of restlessness in both of us. It's not that we have any doubts about our relationship together: it's great, and neither of us can imagine a life without the other. However, just sometimes we feel that it would be nice to have a few other experiences to look back on. Our solution to this has simply been to permit a little extramarital activity on both sides. An occasional adventure (and they don't happen very often) makes us feel good, but doesn't threaten our marriage in any way. We have three strict rules: one, no extramarital activity without the other's permission; two, extramarital adventures to be strictly "one-off" affairs (repeat encounters with the same person might build up an emotional bond); and three, condom use at all times. This last condition is a bit of a disappointment to Mary, who enjoys feeling the splash of a man's come deep inside her, but we observe it strictly. There is an unwritten fourth condition that each of us must tell the other all they want to know about the adventures afterwards. Usually, this is done in considerable detail and results in an exciting lovemaking session at home.

In other respects, I suppose we have a pretty conventional marriage: suburban house, two great kids, and two jobs. Mary has a career in her own right as a commercial buyer, but it's probably fair to say that she would have got further in it if she had remained single. Perhaps for this reason, I think her occasional episodes of freedom are particularly important for her. She may have made sacrifices, but she doesn't have to sacrifice every pleasure in life!

Like other women she has her fantasies, and buys women's magazines which cater for them. Most of these fantasies are not specifically sexual, but some of them have an implicit sexual fantasy element. One of these was a competition that Mary entered a few months ago. It was some sort of quiz about film stars, and the prize was to go out for dinner at a high-class restaurant with a well-known star. He had better remain nameless, but he is certainly a household word, and is something of a heartthrob for women of a certain age. Unlike many stars, most women seem to think he has got better looking as he has got older. I have heard several say that they didn't think much of him as a young man, but that he has matured nicely, both physically and in terms of his behaviour. He was a bit of a hellraiser when younger! However, he is about 20 years older than me, which would certainly be a new experience for Mary.

Anyway, Mary was delighted when she found she had won a night on the town with her dream star. She kept talking about it as the date approached, and wondered how to spend the budget for a new dress which was part of the prize. I helped her to choose, and in the end we settled for an elegant but quite simple dark red dress which perfectly complemented her dark colouring. It had thin shoulder straps, and a low neckline which showed off her beautiful cleavage to advantage. She doesn't normally go for such low necklines, but I wanted her to look and feel very sexy, as befitted the social companion of a celebrity figure. Mary is slim without being skinny, and the close-fitting dress concealed nothing of her figure. She looked absolutely amazing, and when she tried the dress on in the bedroom later I felt like tearing it off straight away.

Mary had to get new underwear, as most of her other stuff would have shown through the thin dress fabric. I helped her choose a sexy thong and minimal bra. She giggled about this.

"It's only dinner," she said.

"I know," I replied, "but who knows where dinner may lead?"

She looked at me closely. "Are you giving me a permission?"

"I certainly am. You are going out to dinner with the famous heartthrob. How could I ask you not to have a little adventure with him if the opportunity arose? It would be cruelty to animals!"

"I'm sure nothing will arise," she said with a laugh. Then we both had a further laugh at the innuendo.

On the day itself she was collected by a chauffeur driven car and taken away to a beauty salon, where she was coiffed and made up beautifully as part of the prize. Later in the afternoon, the magazine people met her and checked her into a famous London hotel for the night. Apparently the great man had a suite on the top floor, but the poor contestant just got a deluxe room with ensuite bath.

Once on her own, Mary stripped naked. She had a shower as best she could, considering that she couldn't wet her face or hair after the makeover. Still, all the more personal parts were catered for, and she told me that she lingered for a while with the shower head spraying her beautiful pussy while she wondered about the evening's possibilities. Then she snapped out of her reverie, and after drying herself carefully slipped on the new underwear. This was thin and lacy, and left little to the imagination, which made her feel sexy and desirable. With good reason, too!

A representative from the magazine came to collect her at seven in the evening. She escorted Mary down to the hotel bar, where her date for the evening awaited. They were introduced, and the great man shook hands and smiled in a way that made Mary's knees tremble. They had to stand side by side while a photographer took some pictures for the magazine. Then they were escorted to the dining room, where the publicity people quietly withdrew and left them to it. They had been given a table in a rather private corner of the dining room, and to Mary's relief no one seemed to consider their presence worth remarking on. Looking around she saw several famous faces, and it seemed that the presence of a film star was nothing unusual.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a smile.

"Almost," Mary replied. "To be honest, I'm a bit nervous."

"Me too," he said. "I always am on a first date." And he gave her one of those smiles again.

This seemed to kick things off on just the right footing. Soon, aided by some fine food and some equally fine wine, they were talking like old friends and swapping stories and jokes. Mary was surprised to find that he seemed genuinely interested in her work and asked a lot of questions. In return, she got a lot of stories about working in films, together with a little gossip about some famous figures. In no time at all it seemed that the evening had flown and the meal was at an end. Mary was unsure what to do next, and although he seemed to have enjoyed her company, she had no idea what he thought of her. As the time for a possible adventure came near, all her self-confidence disappeared.

"I tell you what," he said. "Why don't we go to my suite for a coffee and liqueur? I can get whatever I want from room service, and it would be a pity not to show you the view from the balcony."

Mary agreed with alacrity, and they left the dining room with just a nod to the staff, who were bowing and scraping. They walked to the lift and entered it alone. Mary felt a bit uncomfortable, as lifts are not very sociable places at the best of times. However, he continued their conversation from the dinner table, telling her about an incident that had happened on set, involving a well-known actress and a hidden flask of brandy. They entered the penthouse suite laughing their heads off, and he led the way straight across to the balcony. It was a fine night, and the whole of London was lit up before them. Her companion went to the phone and called room service, who appeared in no time with fresh coffee. He went to the drinks cabinet and asked her to choose a liqueur. Then they stood on the balcony for a while, admiring the view. Then, as it was a little chilly, they went back inside and he closed the doors, throwing his jacket on the back of a chair. They both sat down on a large white sofa. Then he turned to her and raised his glass.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," he said. "You know, I wasn't altogether looking forward to this. I was afraid it might be a bit dull, but it wasn't at all. You were wonderful company, you're a very beautiful woman, and it was a pleasure to spend an evening with you."

"What a lovely thing to say," said Mary. "I've had a wonderful evening too. I was nervous at first, but you set me completely at my ease, and from there on it was lovely. Thank you so much."

He reached out and took her hand in his. Then he raised it to his lips and kissed it, looking at her the whole time. She put her drink to one side and gave him her other hand, which he also kissed. Trembling, she drew his hands towards her and kissed them too. They leaned in together, still holding hands, and kissed each other's lips. She became aware that her heart was pounding. She had a feeling that she sometimes describes to me as feeling that her insides are melting, which means that she is becoming sexually aroused, and very quickly too!

The rest of the evening she described to me as a fog of pleasure marked by seven delicious moments. The first was the moment that everyone recognizes: it's the moment with a new partner when you suddenly know it's going to happen. She had been almost sure with that kiss, but that might just have been a farewell. His next move was to pull her closely to him and kiss her again, this time gently pushing his tongue between her lips. And she knew.

They continued kissing, gently extending the range of their attention to each other's necks. At some point he strayed to her upper breast, which was easily accessible in this dress. Then he moved over the fabric, nuzzling her breast and causing the nipple to rise firmly. He put a hand behind her and slid her zip down, loosening the dress which began to slide down. It slid down a lot faster when she eagerly disentangled herself from the shoulder straps!

Mary was also busy, undoing his shirt buttons. She ran her hands over his chest hair and stroked his nipples too. Then she wriggled out of her dress and let it fall on the floor, sitting next to this sexy man wearing only her underwear. He took her in his arms again and kissed her, his tongue again slipping between her lips and into her mouth. The second delicious moment came when he slipped his fingers under the cover of her bra and covered her naked breast with his hand. He gently fondled it with large round movements, pausing only to rub over her perky nipple, which made her gasp with pleasure. Then he slipped his hand around behind her and undid the fastening, allowing him to slip her bra off and drop it on the floor. For a few moments, as they slid to a horizontal position, he sucked and licked her nipples, and nuzzled his face against her naked breasts. Then he began to kiss and lick a trail down her body towards her lacy thong.

The third delicious moment came when she felt his open mouth covering her vagina through the lace. He nuzzled her beautiful pussy, running his tongue through the gaps in the lace and touching her labia tantalisingly. She was panting and gasping with pleasure, becoming more and more aroused and eager for orgasm. This was not long delayed, for the fourth delicious moment came when he gently drew her thong down over her thighs, and she felt his tongue on her naked labia. He drew the thong away and parted her thighs, slipping his tongue right into her vagina and gently licking upwards towards her clitoris. She cried out as his tongue flicked over her clit and back again. He had a technique of running his tongue up one of her labia, across her clit, and down the other, in a sort of circle. Then suddenly he would pause and thrust his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could get it. This drove her wild, and she found herself thrusting her hips at him, panting and moaning with mounting excitement.

The fifth delicious moment was her first orgasm of the night. She cried out, fondled her own breasts, and grabbed his head, pushing him firmly towards her sex. He tongued her vigorously, bringing cries of pleasure from her. She kept on thrusting until her orgasm faded away, and left her in a warm glow of pleasure, still gently undulating. He seemed to know exactly what she needed: not too much stimulation, but just enough to prevent her arousal from dipping too far. He continued running his tongue up and down between her labia until she took him by the shoulders and pulled him up.

"That was beautiful," she said, "but you've still got your trousers on!"

He had, but this was easy to remedy. He sat up, quickly undoing his trousers and dropping them with his underpants to the carpet. She saw his cock for the first time. It was very firmly erect, and a dribble of pre-come at its end was testament to the arousal he was feeling. It wasn't especially large, but certainly of more than adequate dimensions. Anyway, as Mary often says, it's not what you've got but what you can do with it. As she was about to find out, he could do quite a bit. She lay back, eagerly parting her legs for him. Then she remembered our rule, and reached for her handbag to retrieve a condom. When she looked up, she saw that he too had taken one from the pocket of his discarded trousers. They both fell about laughing. Then she reached for him.

"Let me do this," she said. She tore the packet open, and took out her condom. She reached for his cock, and fondled it for a few moments, enjoying its firm feel and eagerly anticipating its entry into her body. He evidently appreciated the fondling, and sighed. She put the condom to the tip of his cock and rolled it down the full length, deliberately stroking it as if making sure it was fully rolled down. Then she lay back again and reached her arms out for him.

The sixth delicious moment came when she felt his cock first enter her wet and wide open pussy. We both agree that this is always a delicious moment! That first entry always feels the same, but somehow always feels like something new. At any rate, she cried out with pleasure at his entry, and he gasped a word of appreciation. Then she felt him move deep into her, sliding his full length in her until she felt his balls on her perineum. He carefully adjusted his arms around her, and began long slow thrusts of his hips, each thrust sliding his firm cock deep into her. Soon she felt her arousal mounting again, every thrust bringing her slightly closer to climax. She cupped her breasts in her hands, raising them so he could suck the nipples and heighten her excitement. She closed her arms around him, stroking his firm buttocks and admiring the rippling muscles which flexed with every thrust. It took a delightfully long time, and she kept rising almost to the brink of another orgasm, when he would slow his movements and the moment would pass. Then he would start thrusting more firmly, bringing her again to the brink. Time and again he took almost to the limit, until her whole body seemed to cry out for release. She loved every second of it, taking huge pleasure in the thrusting and firm arousal, as well as the teasing, quivering on the brink of orgasm. This was the first time she had made love with an older man, and it made her appreciate how greater control can compensate for the loss of some youthful vigour.

At last, when she thought she was going to explode, the seventh delicious moment arrived. Once again he had brought her to the very brink of orgasm, and she had thought it would fade away again, but not this time. Gently but firmly, and not too fast, he continued thrusting deep into her. She felt herself beginning to lose control. Her lovely juices had spread around the tops of her thighs, and on to his balls, and were busy staining the sofa, but neither cared. She raised her legs and crossed them behind him. She threw her arms tight around him. She felt that lovely wave of orgasmic climax start to surge through her. She was aware that he was now thrusting vigorously, and uttering short panting cries. As wave after wave of pleasure spread from her pussy throughout her body, she felt him stiffen against her, holding his cock deep inside her. He let out a long low moan and she knew that he was sharing this final moment of pleasure with her.

They held each other close for a little longer, but then, regretfully, he had to withdraw. She felt a moment of sorrow as her vagina was left suddenly empty. He excused himself and went to the bathroom. When he came back he sat next to her and kissed her.

"That was simply perfect," he said.

"It was lovely," she said. "The whole evening was, but it ended with such a delightful surprise!"

For her, it had not been absolutely perfect. That seventh delicious moment had lacked one essential delicious feature: the splash of come deep within her. However, when she told me all the details of her night out, and we re-enacted them in our own bed, we were able to make good that deficiency. As I reached my climax inside her, and spurted my come deep into her vagina, she cried out: "Yes. Yes. Perfect. That was perfect."

She is a wonderful woman.