Gill was woken by the girls the morning after the wedding, they were both excited to hear all about it and she promised to show them all the photos later. Ian was up and about and they'd had their breakfast. He then planned to visit his parents to borrow some garden tools and the girls were both keen to go with him and see what treats granny had in store for them. With the house to herself for a couple of hours, Gill decided to have a lie in and a bath before facing the day.
As she heard the car leave, she slipped her robe off and got back in bed. The events of the night before were fresh in her mind. Part of her was in shock - she had ended up having sex with a younger guy she barely knew, in a car, in a field, while her husband was having his Horlicks at home. Another part of her was both excited and amazed that she had had sex - not just usual Ian sex, but absolutely full on multi orgasm sex with a younger man in a car!
Her clutch bag was by the bed, and she remembered that John had given her a business card. The sensible thing was to get rid of it and just put the night down to an alcohol induced bit of fun by both parties. She thought the best thing was to rip it up into small pieces and flush it down the loo. Then again,she thought she was likely to bump into him again at gatherings with Ellie and David, and there might be awkwardness. She would message him, say hi, and thank him for a lovely time and then rip the card up - that way there would be a line drawn, no awkwardness should they ever meet at Ellies. She proceeded to do just that, and watched the card disappear, along with the tissues she had put back in her bag the night before!
She got back in bed and tried to ignore her phone. There was no need for him to reply, probably best if he didn't. A few minutes later her phone pinged, she had not saved his name, but the message was in reply to hers.
"Morning sexy lady..how's the head? I was just thinking about you!"
"Morning, head's not too bad thanks." She replied purposely ignoring he closing comment.
""Are you in bed?"
"Yes" she replied.
"Same, and I have something I think you'd like!"
OMG this was not what she had in mind when she messaged him, but like the previous night, she found herself flirting with him.
"A cup of coffee? Piece of toast?" she typed, smiling to herself.
"That could easily be arranged, but I had something else in mind first."
"How do you know I'd like what you have in mind." She nearly deleted this message but then the devil inside her pressed "send"
"Well, either you were lying to me yesterday when you said you were a legal secretary and administrator, when in fact you're an accomplished actress and faked everything, or you did have a number of real orgasms and meant it when you told me that you loved the feeling of my cock inside you!"
Gill felt herself blushing as she had flashbacks to her orgasms, and yes she did recall telling him how much she loved the feel of his cock inside her!
"I am not an actress...." she replied coyly.
"Good, I thought you were very convincing, and I wish I was inside you now."
This was completely uncharted territory for Gill, she had heard the younger girls at work talking about "Sexting" but the thought of her and Ian sexting was impossible to imagine! Even if she tried, he would probably interject with a reminder about putting the recycling out, or similar. But of course, this wasn't Ian, but John - John who some 9 hours earlier was kissing her, sucking her nipples, making her incredibly wet and horny and who had told her how good she was at sucking cock and had gone on to fuck her, properly fuck her, like she had never been fucked before!
"That would be nice..." she replied
"What are you wearing? - I'm naked and hard, thinking about last night."
OMG Gill found herself feeling horny at the thought of his muscular body and rigid cock. Her nipples were tingling and she found herself stroking them as she considered what to reply.
"I'm naked, in bed too."
"Would you like me to be there fucking you now?"
"You are a very bad man... I need to get up and have a shower and get on with my day."
She set about deleting the messages, and found herself saving his number as "Joanna".
After having her bath and getting dressed, she messaged John back to say he mustn't send messages at random times, but weekdays were ok. He replied with a thumbs up.
The week at work passed and Gill was due to meet up with Sarah for a drink on Friday evening. Sarah was going to stay overnight, so they could have a few cocktails and catch up. The girls were on a sleepover and Ian was off on a fishing trip. Gill had not mentioned anything about the wedding bar a reply to a message re her new outfit, and had she enjoyed the day. Sarah was incredibly intuitive and Gill subconsciously knew that she would get interrogated and end up confessing all to her best friend once she had a few drinks!
As predicted, Sarah guessed there was something Gill was hiding and insisted on a full and frank confession! Gill laughed and said "Ok, Ok, I ended up having sex with someone!"
Sarah's jaw dropped, and she replied "You horny minx! - Good for you! - now I want all the horny details!"
"Not here!" Gill replied, when we get home!
And so it was, when they returned to Gill's empty house, both a little worse for wear, Gill ended up sharing all the (well most of the) details with Sarah, whose main focus was on when was there going to be a repeat performance!
Gill said that would not happen, it was too risky and besides, she never ever got an opportunity, so it was locked away in the memory bank as a one off moment of joyous madness!
The following week, she enjoyed the occasional flirtatious message from John, and found herself looking forward to seeing a message notification when she had a break or a quiet moment. It was nice having a naughty friend, and she reconciled that cheeky messages were innocent, and since she could not do any more than message, all was good. Then fate stepped in...as her boss called her into his office.
The company had recently merged with another, and there were changes afoot. New systems and structures were being implemented and for a few awful moments Gill thought she was going to lose her job! As it turned out, the opposite was true, and they were offering a promotion, with more responsibility for standards and training. This was great news, and she was over the moon. He went on to say that they wanted to make sure she was supported in her new role and said that they would be enrolling her on a a course for 1-2 days a month for 4 months as long as she didn't mind being away overnight since the course was being held at the training company's offices near Cheltenham, some 2 hour drive away. He went on to say that he had been there and had booked in a nice hotel a mile or so from the venue and suggested she do the same!
Gill told Ian the news and he said "The extra money will come in handy" -
"Well done darling, wow, that's amazing" would have been better, but she was well used to apathy by now. The first course was in 2 weeks and she would leave the office early on monday afternoon to drive over and check in to her hotel etc. The whole thing was an adventure - she had never had to travel with work before and was nervously excited. The hotel looked lovely on the website.
The following day, John messaged her and she told him her news, he congratulated her on the promotion, then jokingly made her promise that she hadn't given her boss one of her "amazing blowjobs" to secure it! He then told her he knew the hotel, sometimes stayed there and suggested he could come and keep her company!
The thought had never crossed her mind, she had seen that there was a pool and spa, a nice restaurant so had envisaged a swim, sauna, then a meal and glass of wine and then an early night in a lovely room, so that she was refreshed and ready for her course at 9am the next morning. Gill replied that he was "a very naughty man" and said she would contact him later - she needed to play for time and gather her thoughts!