"Er, did you mean what you said yesterday Cat?" Jack asked as we tramped through the rather damp woods and fields the next day.
I looked at him, my eyes hopefully sparkling and a mischievous grin on my face as I slid my arm through his and pressed my boob against him.
"About what Jack? I said lots of things yesterday."
"Oh come on you know full well what I mean." He said laughing rather shyly.
I was a little worried that I may have frightened him off a bit by telling him several times in the room and again as we travelled home in the black cab that I loved him. But he'd expressed his love at least as strongly as me and I had absolute faith in him. I stopped and turned to him. Reaching up I put my arms round his neck and I kissed him deeply.
"Yes Jack I meant it with all my heart and soul" I said quietly, adding in an even softer tone as our eyes bored into the others. "I love you, darling."
"Oh Cat, Cat, Cat," he sighed pulling me to him and burying his face in my hair. "I love you so much, so very, very much, it almost hurts."
We laughed and giggled our way through the rest of the walk holding hands, stopping frequently to kiss and cuddle but, strangely in some ways, not doing anything really sexual.
"How was it last night love?" He'd asked when we'd stopped for our coffee.
I told him that it wasn't too bad and that Richard didn't suspect anything adding. "Although as usual he didn't get home until around eleven well after me. I asked him about Claire who he told me was in bed sound asleep so he was safe.
I didn't tell him that Richard had wanted me. That he'd started pawing me as soon as I undressed. That he'd caressed my breasts and had got his hands between my legs almost before I knew it. I didn't tell him because as Richard had done that so I'd found myself becoming wet. I didn't tell Jack for as my husband's mouth encircled my nipple and sucked on it like a baby I so wanted to be fucked that I could, I felt, have gone with almost anybody. A chilling thought indeed.
I had totally and utterly, amazed myself at my reaction. I was beginning to hate Richard and love Jack. We'd made love for hours just that afternoon and I'd had the most incredible series of orgasms. Yet as soon as my husband touched me I was like a bitch in heat. As soon as he started caressing me I wanted it so much. And willingly, avidly really I let him have me energetically and, I have to admit, satisfyingly. But after, as he lay beside me snoring, I sobbed myself to sleep, eventually, with just one thought in my mind, Jack.
As we both became accustomed to having an affair and accepted that was what we were doing so life settled into a pattern over the next few weeks as the good summer we had that year stretched into September.
And of course it all revolved around walking our dogs.
Now that we'd, as it were, broken our duck and had made love in grand surroundings having sex in the car, alongside it or anywhere in the woods or fields was no longer sordid. No it wasn't at all sordid, but it was necessary, very exciting and amazingly satisfying. I guess it had to be for we couldn't keep going to hotels although, perhaps every week or ten days, we'd manage to make up the excuses to spend an afternoon and the occasional evening together in a nearby Marriott.
We talked a lot. We talked about so many things but almost studiously we both avoided the longer term future. But as obviously as we avoided it, deep down we both knew that sooner or later it would have to be addressed. In those early days with the marvellous series of new discoveries that are the lot of new lovers we didn't get round to it and as the late, glorious summer turned into an early, miserable autumn so we merely indulged ourselves in the sexual side of the affair putting all other considerations to one side.
It was as if Jack unleashed things in me I never knew existed. He brought out a side of me that with Richard I just didn't, and maybe, couldn't show.
Until then I'd only had sex in the open a couple or three times and then in places where the chances of being caught were minimal. With Jack and the adventure of having an affair caution was, rather foolishly, but so excitingly I guess looking back, somewhat thrown to the wind. Several times we came so near to being seen by others that in retrospect it was crazy, but then adulterers don't have beds that often. So on the back and front seats of cars, against trees, in long grass, in woods and fields became our love areas. And we both loved it. It added even more to the sheer exhilaration of the affair.
"Wouldn't it be wonderful Cat?" he asked one afternoon as I lay in his arms in a hotel bed. "If we could just stay here for ever?"
Kissing him and letting my fingers trail down his chest so that they just nuzzled into the sprout of pubic hair above his genitals I replied softly.
"It would be marvellous darling if we could just stay here the night. I would so love to wake up in your arms."
"God yes Cat, to be with you all night, to have you all night."
"Mmmmm, yes darling yes" I sighed bending my body and taking him into my mouth.
We made love again and as we lay there dreading the moment that we knew was not far off when we'd have to leave, Jack said softly.
"Darling, I've got an idea."
"Go on," I replied.
"Well I'm speaking at a conference and training event in a few week's time."
"Yes, so?"
"Well it's a three day event at the NEC near Birmingham and it's on this technology I told you about and showed that first day remember?"
"Well I certainly remember the day Jack" I said turning so that my bare breasts pressed into his chest as I kissed his lips. "It was the first time we did this."
That stopped further conversation for a while as our mouths ground together our opened lips squirmed and our tongues plunged nearly into the others throat.
