I have been happily married for 10 years with a very fulfilling sex life, however after two kids and close to 14 years with the same man things though certainly not boring were a little predictable. One of the things that both my husband and I liked was for him to tell me stories about me and other men as he used his hand to bring me to orgasm - I would shut my eyes and imagine some unknown cock or cocks sliding in and out of me. Another was for me to pleasure myself and for me describe what I was fantasying to my husband as he fucked me.
Anyway - I have just hit forty and though I still looking good, particularly after losing some nagging 'mummy weight" I found myself thinking about my younger days at university and tripping around Europe -I had some fun but looking back now I probably didn't make as much of it as I could have. That thrill of meeting a new person, seeing their body, their taste and smell - that anticipation as a person whom I only meet a few hours before kissing their way down my stomach to my most intimate and private place to touch my clit with their tongue, to that incredible sensation of being entered for the first time by a man and watching his face as I feel him exploding inside of me and the streams of electricity shooting through my body as I climax with a new partner.
My husband and I decided to go onto a famous site for meeting other people and having affairs - not to do anything necessarily but to just see what was out there and maybe have some fun whatever that may be. We made a few contacts and had a couple of pretty steamy chats but nothing really that got either of us going and after a month or so our online lives sort of died out.
A few weeks later I was at home at night while my husband was working a night shift and I decided to look at my old online profile - we had money left on the account so I though what the hell. My inbox was full of requests for pictures as well as the obligatory crotch shots from men all over the world - all very classy. After a minute or two I got a Instant Message from someone wanting to chat - I liked the name as it included the name of a town in England that I had a good time in. He sent me a few funny one liners, all very corny but at least they were not a grubby smut that most guys seem to think will work. I eventually send him a message back saying nice name, good try but not interested as I am in New Zealand and long distance thing isn't an option thinking that would end it. He replied back "but I'm not in England - I'm in New Zealand."
My hear almost stopped - it was like that spark when someone you desperately want touches your hand for the first time. My mind went blank - I was a school girl not knowing what to say or do, yet this guy had only just sent me a few corny one liners.
He told me that his name was Dan and that he was happily married but missed that exhilaration of meeting a new person and the thrill of discovering a new body. I found myself asking him how he would discover my body. There was a pause then he began to write detailing how he would explore my body with his hands, his tongue and his member. There was a confidence in what he was writing and the clear knowledge that he knew what he was talking about.
And that how it started - we would tell each other our fantasies, -our best (and worse) sexual experiences , what we like and what we wanted to try. There were no barriers and I could say anything I liked. Within a week we had sent each other photographs (from the neck down and wearing just enough to not ruin any future surprise). Dan was simply average - if I had seen that body walking on the beach it wouldn't even register and wouldn't go back for a second look. He was no different from any of the thousands of other men in this city who wear a suit everyday - however I knew the man that that 'average' body belonged to - how he could use his hands to make my skin feel like it was on fire - that tongue that would dance across my clit that would cause me to sing out and the mystery of that cock of his hidden behind his boxer shorts that I was desperate to see for the first time.
It didn't take too long before we had progressed to phone sex and not your average lying in bed type. Dan would call me at work and tell me to go to the bathroom where I would bring myself off listening to him as my workmates came and went. Our affair was purely sexual - we never discussed families, our future plans or anything like that - it was just a very, very extended and intense slow dance with a stranger.
Then he asked - did I want to meet? I told him that I would need to think about it and if we did - it would be on my terms.
There really wasn't any question that I wanted to meet him, it was just whether I should or not. After a couple of days of thinking I decided to go for it, but I would tell my husband first. He had suggested that we go down this path, he liked hearing stories about me sleeping with other men so he would have to accept it.
I told Dan that I would meet him in three weeks time in one of the top hotels in town on a Friday late afternoon. That he should plan for staying Friday and most of Saturday and that I would pay for the room. Dan was to pick what clothes, shoes and lingerie I was to wear by going into the stores himself, picking them out and paying for them. I would then go in and be measured by the staff to make sure they would fit perfectly, however I would not know what they were before they would be packaged and delivered to my hotel room awaiting me to see them for the first time just before we meet. I would do the same for him so his clothes would be waiting for him once I told him the room he was to go to and there would be further instructions with them.
I chose this particular Friday as I was all ready going out for the night and the following weekend with my husband. There was a big rugby game on in town and we and some friends were all going together then heading into town and having a weekend away from the kids. What my husband didn't know was that I also booked the room next to ours for Dan.