Author's note.
This continues on from the first part of Sexual Adventurers that was published a few days ago. Although this can be read as a single story, I am sure you will get more pleasure and, I hope, excitement, if you read the other part first.
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Cat xx
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As Ash had told me would be the case as he kissed me at the door of his suite, we did not see other for a few weeks. Then I got a text saying he would be at the Ritz for a few days and knowing that Richard was away would I like to join him and stay the night. I jumped at it.
After a delightful, early dinner in the suite served by the butler, we went to bed and he took me on all fours. Later, by perhaps a couple of hours after he had given me orgasms with his mouth and fingers, I went down on him. I licked along his sturdy cock, all over his balls and behind them going very near to the crease in his bum. I took one, then both of his balls in my mouth and ran my finger nail between his legs and into the deep crevice between his cheeks. I took his cock into my mouth and worked as hard as I could to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. Although, given his record I doubted that I achieved that, it must have been pretty good as it was not long before he said.
"Cat, you have done me I am near," considerately giving me time to take him out if I wished.
Looking up at him, I shook my head, well as much of a shake as I could manage with his big dick stuck half-way down my throat. He understood and smiling said.
"Thank you, you wonderful sexy woman," as he began to fuck my mouth. It took only a few moments for my throat to be filled with his cum. Again looking up, I tipped my head back and with an exaggerated gulp, I swallowed it, something I had never done before.
Laying in his arms in the bed we talked more about his concept of sexual adventurers and our relationship.
He told me quite categorically that he did not believe in love and that to him sex and hedonism transcended love. He explained that Esthel was his wife and always would be as he did not believe in divorce or broken marriages. Although an Arab, coming from Lebanon he was Christian and followed the Roman Catholic faith. I was not sure whether he was telling me this to warn me off expecting anything other than sex with him, but I was pleased that he did.
Since taking up with him, I had felt guilty about being unfaithful to Richard and I told Ash that as we discussed his concept of sexual adventurers.
"Don't be. You are faithful to him as I am to Esthel as a parent that is the most important duty there is. And you are his partner, he does not own you, neither your body nor, especially your mind. What you do with your body is up to you and what secrets you have in your mind about us and other things are exactly that, secrets and they are yours."
Sipping the, what had become the norm, Crystal Champagne he went on at length about how such love as he described and sex should not be mixed up and everyone was entitled to have different partners for each of them. Whether he truly believed this rather Scandinavian approach to sexual matters or not, or whether it was part of his seduction technique, I did not know and part wondered whether he did either.
Nevertheless, it suited me to go along with it and it certainly helped me cope with the guilt. At the same time, having Ash as my occasional lover helped me cope with the loneliness and waning sex-life of my marriage. It may well have been my imagination, but Richard and I seemed to get on better and we even had more regular sex.
Around eleven after we had both snoozed Ash asked.
"How about going down to the casino?"
"I don't have the clothes for it."
"Well I am sure Baxter could rustle up a dress," he said referring to the butler.
I was tempted, but told him that I was not much of a gambler or casino lover.
"Ok I have another idea," he said reaching for my hand under the duvet and putting it on his cock. He was stunningly erect.
"Jesus, you are incorrigible," I laughed kissing him.
"It's simply what you do to me Cat," he smiled.
Just as he had told me when we had been chatting earlier. "When we are together, the outside world doesn't exist and there are just the two of us. At such times Cat, we are lovers and we are in love."
I thought that was rather convoluted logic, but in a way I understood and agreed with it.
"Come," he said getting out of the bed and pulling me after him into the main lounge. There were only a couple of dim lamps on so it was quite dark. Both naked, he walked us towards the open French windows that looked out over Green Park and along Piccadilly towards Hyde Park Corner and Knightsbridge. I was surprised when he didn't stop before the windows, but led me through them onto the large balcony. Although it was not overlooked it was still quite a blast to be outside in the nude. Despite the drizzle it was quite warm.
He took me in his arms and kissed me.
"I promised you this didn't I Cat?"
"What?" I asked not quite getting what he meant.
"That I would fuck you out here."
I remembered then that the first time I had been with him he had said that he would and although a little reluctant and nervous, but also hellishly excited I let him fuck me.
"And this time it is even better as it is raining."
Just as he had the first time we had sex he pushed me onto a table. He clearly had a thing about them and rain; he must have liked the movie Nine and Half Weeks where Kim Basinger got fucked on both a table and in the pouring rain. It was not just being outside in the rain that made this special, but also the position in which we did it. I was on my back supporting myself on my right elbow when he entered me. He pulled my left leg down and I wrapped my ankle round his calf muscle. He then completely surprised me by grabbing my other ankle and pushing that over his right shoulder. I had never felt so open and loose, I suppose, but it enabled him to gain deep penetration and it was a highly satisfying, though very quiet fuck.
With Ash I was increasingly taking longer to come down from the highs of my orgasms and this was no exception. I guess laying on my back, after being fucked on a table on a balcony overlooking Green Park, in the open air with the rain now pouring down on my naked body helped make that climax more extreme than some others!
I stayed the night with him and once again he intrigued me with his views on sexual adventures and his stamina. He really was an attentive and excellent lover and a very interesting man.
For the first couple of times I did not see him for a few weeks, I missed him. I wondered what he was doing and was jealous that he might be with one of his other sexual adventurers. The more he and I talked, though, the more I realised that was the thinking of someone basing a relationship on love.
"Ours is based on sex," he told me repeatedly. "It is different Cat, we are adventurers not lovers, save your love for Richard and your children."
Slowly, I came to see what he meant and began to live like that. Hence, when I was not with him, I stopped wondering what he was up to and got on with my life with my husband and family. Ash became like a compartment in my life. A secret compartment to which only he and I had keys. When we could meet, we would open the compartment and go in. Once in there all outside life and our families ceased to exist, it was just him, me and sex. Then when we were finished we would leave the compartment, lock it up and forget about it until we could next meet and go in there.
Life with Richard improved. Whilst I still resented him travelling so much, especially now that I knew from Ash it was not really as necessary as my husband made out, I felt more affection, even a rebirth of my love towards him. We got on better, we had more, though limited by his travelling, sex and generally my life got better.
I had been seeing Ash for almost a year. Our liaisons were not that frequent, perhaps on average once a month, and so far always at the Ritz or near to the Ritz. However, we had broadened our sexual repertoire. Obviously full, penetrative sex was at the heart of what we did, but continually he added diversions: mutual masturbation of ourselves and the other, him fucking my tits, doing it on that balcony with one time being in the daylight, him dressing me in erotic underwear that he provided and in his car.
The first time we did that was one evening on the way from Hertfordshire to Mayfair. To my surprise he was in the car when it called to collect me. It turned out that he had just flown in from Lebanon and rather than drive into London and then send the car out to St Albans and back into Mayfair, he had decided to travel with his chauffeur to collect me on the way.
He put the window between the driver and us up and started to kiss me. As he did his hand, almost as if on autopilot went to my breast. That was fine, but when he slid it inside the dress and my bra I went to stop him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Someone might see from the road."
"Cat the car has one way windows, nobody can see in."
"Oh I see," I replied not having realised that.
He moved from the rear seat and pulling down one of the jump seats facing backwards he said gruffly.
