Our affair has been going on for three months.
We've had the 'where's it going/what's it mean' type conversation and agreed that if things ever got too serious, if either of us ever developed strong feelings for each other it would be time to call it to a close. That said, I did care about Nadia, I couldn't have continued fucking her without feeling something and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. We respect each other, we don't take advantage of each other and if it goes too far or starts to feel like it means more than it is, we've agreed it ends.
It has continued much as it started; dirty, creative, rude and erotic sex. We both have similar desires. I like the way she looks, smells, tastes and I love her confidence and open mind. Nadia loves to have me clean her pussy and I love how swollen, plump and hairy she is, her soft, round belly, firm legs and smooth skin. When she's really excited and relaxed she squirts when she cums and I can't get enough. We both love the way she smells, especially at the end of the day. There have been times when I've watched her just stroking herself through her knickers as we sit outside just drinking tea and seen her absent mindedly bringing her fingers to her nostrils and enjoying her scent. She smiles when she realises I'm watching and extends her hand for me to share and invariably I'll kneel and devour her, slowly and softly as she reclines in the afternoon sun.
It has always been exciting and spontaneous. Last month she sent me a text message, "Pick me up, I want to play golf" was all it said. I fucking hate golf and was tempted to say no but it was also a lovely day and I was bored with sitting at my desk.
We drove to a club miles out of town, paranoid about being seen together and on the way we constructed a feasible story about our being together.
We had a laugh, I was hopeless at it, firing balls into the undergrowth, Nadia was fantastic and looked amazing. By the third hole I was bored with losing balls and happy to caddy and watch her. At the 14th hole, far away from anyone she announced she needed to go. We giggled as we trekked through the brush until out of sight. She pulled off her trousers and squat down. I got hard watching her and before she started peeing she stood back up, kicked off her shoes and scrabbled around for my cock. She wanked me as I stroked her through her knickers and felt the first trickle of burning hot pee on my fingers. I leaned back so I could watch and pull the gusset to one side, spreading her lips apart as she let go completely. It took me less than 10 seconds to cum and I covered her arm and hand, it was just such an erotic scene. Before she'd finished peeing I pushed a finger inside her and rubbed my thumb firmly over her large clit. She licked her hand clean of my cum and as her orgasm hit just a few moments later we kissed and shared the taste of my semen.
I don't know why but it had never occurred to me that I wasn't the only person in Nadia's life (aside from her husband). I guess I naively believed that I was satisfying a need she had and that there were no other voids. She clearly wanted me to know this was not the case but I think she may have struggled with how to break the news.
As is the way with Nadia she chose to do so in as creative and exciting way she could think of. I got an email flash through in our agreed code.
Dear Pete,
Received your scope, all looks good.
Could we please meet to further discuss the implementation plan? I have time this Thursday PM but if my meeting over runs let yourself in to my office. I'll leave a paper out I'd like you to read.
Let me know if you can't make it.
Nadia
Hopefully pretty innocent to anyone reading it but obvious to Nadia and I. She must have been taking her husband to the airport and if the traffic was going to be bad I was to let myself in and wait for her. The bit about reading a paper was not so clear, I had no idea what she meant.
Thursday afternoon came and I arrived at hers in the rain. Her house is on a corner plot and is a beautiful old building elevated above the surrounding houses and on a street that's busy with shoppers for the small parade around the corner. This means the neighbours are sued to people walking about and I can access the yard from a side road that is completely secluded.
The house was quiet as I entered through the yard and I kicked off my shoes and began to make tea. On the counter I noticed a folded piece of paper with my name on.
"Ahhh, the paper," I thought.
It said for me to go upstairs to the bedroom, a large room with an en suite, walk in robes and a dressing room that joins another bedroom. A large TV is mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed and the remote for this and another piece of paper, addressed to me, was beside it. The handwritten note said;
Pete
Sit or stand, make yourself comfortable and we really hope you enjoy the show. Feel free to pleasure yourself,
Nadia & ...
I loved the theatre of this, the mystery, I knew it would be exciting but the "..." was another puzzle.
I sat on the end of the bed and fiddled with the remote. The screen flashed into life and it was Nadia's face that filled the screen. Her head was on the pillow behind me and the camera pointed straight at her as she lay on her side. It was so close to her I could see the texture of her skin and the tiny, soft hairs on her face. She was silent at first and kept closing and opening her eyes, drawing the occasional deep, sharp breath, in through her nose and then out slowly and more relaxed as a little smile appeared. She moved and the camera angle changed briefly and her bare shoulder and the way she was acting lead me to believe that she must have been playing with herself.
She stared into the camera lens.
"Pete, I've been wanting to tell you but didn't know how." she began. "I enjoy what we do, I love our dirty fucking."
She closed her eyes again and a little murmur was stifled by her turning her lips together against her teeth.