Old habits

Time for a small diversion from the real life sex stories of the past. Time to be brought up to date, to how things are now.

I've been getting back into "old" habits recently. One of my habits involves checking out dating sites to see if there is anyone out there in a similar situation to me, who would be happy to make do with casual sex without breaking up their marriage. I've also contemplated cybersex, such is the lack of activity in my household. Of course, there are plenty of fellow bloggers who I would like to meet up with, one inparticular has a special attraction and I would love to get to know her more, even if it is by email or webcam. But blogging is a difficult one, people hide behind its anonymity, blogs can be pure fiction in an effort to reach peoples expectations on how life should be.

What I needed was some factual sources. I wasn't to be dissapointed as I came across a site that met my requirements.... sexsearch.com - OMG, what a site! What made it more interesting was hat there were plenty of UK women, not just those in far away shores.

Of course the layers of depection to make it work is a burden but it can also be half the thrill, secret accounts on messenger, hotmail email addresses, regular trips to the gym to get Nancy used to me being out late on a regular basis. All tactics to "groom" her into letting me out to get what I need to keep our marriage working.

Stupid really, because if she knew, without question it would be over.

Time to unpack

She turned around and our tongues caressed once more, our saliva crossing from one mouth to the other. The kissing was so passionate, so wanting, that our lips felt as though they would fuse together. Eventually we broke apart and Steph reached down to pull up the clothes that were still aorund her ankles, while I tried vainly to get back into mine.

The drive back to her parents house passed quickly as we chatted to each other like long lost friends, there was no air of tension associated with an awkward act, infact it felt like both of us wanted more than just the sex. Of course, how I would balance that with Nancy would be a different story.

The two of us trudged back and forth from the car to her bedroom, or from the car to the garage, with armfulls of belongings or boxes as we unpacked the last remnants of her worldly goods. Occasionally, although probably more by design, we would meet in a narrow walkway and insist on stealing a quick kiss, before allowing each other to pass. It was obvious that Steph knew how to interact, she knew how to tease and play and keep up the interest and the appeal, although her favourite trick was to grab a handfull of my ass, while my hands were full with carrying stuff, then run off giggling before I could react.

Before long, our work was complete, so we retired to the kitchen for a quick coffee before I left. Steph poured a spoon of coffee into 2 mugs, flicked on the kettle and turned to me. Her hands clasped each side of my waist and her fingers slipped into the loopholes of my belt. She pulled me closer to her and looked up at me. I'd seen that look once before today.

No, I thank you

As I turned the corner of the last few stairs, I could see Steph looking at me. She seemed nervous, shy, hesitant, almost as though she was frightened of something.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Nothing" She replied nervously, "I just wanted to give you something as a little thank you."
"What exactly?" I questioned, completely thrown by her mannerisms.
"This" she said as she leant towards me and pecked me lightly on the lips. I was shocked, not so much by the fact that she had kissed me, but more by the circumstances surrounding the kiss.
"And there was me hoping you wanted to fuck my brains out." I retorted, trying to break the ice and return the situation to something approaching normality. It must have worked as she instantly burst out laughing.
"Why don't you then?" She asked suddenly, giving me a flirty 'come to bed' look from her blue eyes.
"Cos you've not asked." I replied flippantly, the sexual chemistry was clearly beginning to bubble.
Her head drew level with mine, our noses nearly touching, I could feel her warm breath against my lips as she looked straight into my eyes. "Wanna fuck my brains out?"

Our lips locked together, following each others movements as our tongues flicked around each others mouths. Steph kissed me with urgency, she seemed to have a desire to rush. In an effort to guide her, I cupped her head but it was soon clear she wanted control. Her hands made straight for my belt, pulling and tugging to get the clasp open as quickly as she could. Eventually she figured out the angles at which she needed to pull to release my clothing, it fell to the floor as I tried to keep up with her by undoing her shirt buttons.

"I want you." She demanded, slipping her hand inside my briefs, clasping my hard cock and massaging it up and down its entire length. I reached for the button on her jeans, her zip burst open as I tugged them over her slim hips. They fell down around her ankles, exposing her smooth thighs and a black thong. Steph pulled my briefs over my cock and slid them down to my ankles, then did the same for her thong, exposing her totally shaven pussy. She took hold of me again "Put it inside me," she said.

As I wiggled toward her, my trousers still around my ankles, she turned round and grabbed the banister, leaning slightly forward as she did so. I cupped her bottom and pulled it towards me some more, lightly massaging the buttocks, before slipping my hand between her legs. She was so wet that my fingers instantly found her slit and slid between her lips exposing her swollen pussy. My cock twitched at the thought of being inside this beautiful woman.

"Put it inside me...... I want you," she repeated. I grabbed hold of my cock and guided it between her legs. The instant she could feel it against her entrance, Steph pushed back onto it, taking it to the hilt as her bottom pushed into my pelvis. Her warm juices enabled my hard member to slide in and out of her with ease as she wriggled her body against mine. Rather than grinding, her movements were deliberate and long as she savoured my full length, gasping simultaneously every time my cock re-entered her.

With this sort of attention, it wasn't long before my hot member was ready to explode. My breathing quickened and I started to push against her with more urgency, as I got closer to orgasm. Still she was unrelenting, taking my tensing member from its start to its finish. I held back as much as I could as the pressure built up, until I could resist no longer.

"Yes.....God......Yes!" She screamed as my balls exploded. My thick seminal fluid violently squirting into her as my whole body convulsed. "Oh I'm gonna cum!" She exclaimed as my sperm continued to pump into her, my body shaking as each wave passed. "Aarrrhhhhh!" she groaned, sinking back onto my cock for the last time as her body shuddered.

Happy to help

That was as good as it got for a number of weeks until Steph, a girl from work, asked if anyone could help her move some stuff out of her house.

Steph was a few years younger than me and had only recently started at our workplace. At 180cms with long blonde hair, blue eyes, small rimmed glasses and a size 10 figure most men would die for, she was the center of attention with most of the male workforce, until it seemed she needed some help.

She had recently split from her husband and needed to move some personal belongings out of the house. I offered when everyone else had something better to do, we were to meet up the following day.

I pulled up outside her parents house and sounded the horn. The curtains of the lounge window moved to one side as she waved, a big beaming smile eminated from her radient face. Within a few seconds she appeared at the car door and jumped in the passenger seat next to me.

"Thanks for this," she said "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't offered to help me."
"It's no problem, really." I replied. There was no way we would have got all the stuff she was looking to bring back in her car anyway.

It was a short drive round the corner to the house and to my relief her former husband was at work. Steph went through the house like a blood hound, looking for this and that, gathering up her possesions and boxing them, before I could feel useful by carrying them to the car.

All the while she remained upbeat, laughing, joking, telling me stories on events past and present and flirting wildly like some teenage kid with a superstar crush. I loved the attention and to be honest it was hard to concrentrate on the job in hand. Before I knew it we had loaded the car to capacity and while I waited downstairs, Steph looked round the house one final time to see if she had missed anything. It was a couple of minutes before I heard her shout down to me.

"Can you come up?"

Bath time

I didn't need telling twice. My socks bounced across the room in little balls and within seconds I had unbuttoned my shirt and cast it onto the floor next to the sink. To avoid injury, the tent in my trousers warranted a little more attention. I peeled apart the fastenings of my combat trousers and kicked off the loose fitting garment so that it joined the others. My thick member was swollen and the head pushed against the cotton, showing each defining ridge as the veins throbbed the oxygenated blood around my vessel. I lifted the wasteband of my briefs over the top of my glistening shaft and pulled them off, they rolled over on themselves, like a pair of knickers being slid down a long pair of legs.

The water was still quite warm as I slid in behind Nancy. She shuffled up towards the taps so that I could get in behind her. My legs straddled her, tucked in against each side of her waist, my cock twitched rampantly. I guided her back so that she lay against me, my shaft sandwiched between our bodies. I kissed the back of her neck with gentle loving kisses and stroked her hair with my right hand, my left reached forward over her shoulder and cupped her breast.

It was all I could do to keep myself from rolling her nipples between my fingers (an action that annoys her intensely), instead I opted for long strokes back and forth along the lower half of her breast. Her bosom molded around my cupped hand with each movement and she started to relax, absorbing the pleasure of the calming massage.

My fingers danced over her wet skin as they sought to pleasure her further. Her eyes closed and slowly but surely my hand made its way towards her dark hairy mound. As her bush waved in the action of the water, I wound her hair around my fingers then let go, dancing over her with light touches. I stretched to reach between her legs to massage her clit, but she was just out of my reach. Instead I traced around her triangle of hair and along the crease of skin across her hips.

"Come here I want you" I whispered. She sat up in the water and turned onto her knees to face me. My fingers reached out and stroked the lips of her labia as they hung down in front of me. Of course, they were wet, but they were also lubricated from her juices which had started to seep out of her as the excitement built. She pushed my hand away and moved up so that her legs were astride me, her knees wedged between me and the side of the bath. Despite her uncomfortable position she sat on my erect penis. It slid into her easily, as it had done many times before. Our pubic hair entwined and she gently rocked, the water flowing back and forth in waves, following her motion.

The feeling of her hot quim grinding into my pelvis sent shivers through my body. I placed my hands on either side of her waist and guided her movements, trying to lift her gently so that I could get more of a thrusting action. Eventually she raised herself slightly by gripping the side of the bath, my hands reached round and cupped her buttocks, my cock started to slide in and out of her, the long, slow teasing motion brought me more quickly to my plateau. The water started to lap over the sides of the bath as our movements became more urgent, my back arched, my thighs tensed and my shaft spurted streams of hot cum deep inside her. Sensing my member pulsing wildly inside her she stopped moving and sat on me, ensuring her pussy held me tightly.

She held still for a moment, until she was sure I had finished, then she stood up and squeezed the cum from within her. It flowed from her swollen pussy and dripped into the bath and onto my thighs, making small splashes as it hit the waters surface, she reached for a towel, wrapped it around her and went into the bedroom to finish drying off.

Flesh exposed

Nancy unbuttoned her blouse, folded it neatly and placed it on the chair by her side of the bed. Then she reached round and unclasped her bra. Her ample D cup breasts fell free and her nipples started to harden as a gentle whisp of fresh air from the open window blew against them. Her hands moved to her trousers, she unzipped them and swiftly pulled her legs through, taking her knickers in the same movement. She stood naked for a second with her back to me.

There was nothing provocative about her movements, no seduction and nothing sensual or passionate, but I was rock hard. My dick stood to attention and strained as hard as it could against my trousers. If I was to move it would have hurt.

At 5 ft 4 inches Nancy was some six inches shorter than me, she could fit into a size 10 but was more readily a 12. Her features to me were perfect, although she would find fault in everything. Her breasts were too big, too saggy. Her stomach too fat, her thighs too chunky. OK she had a tummy fold that hung over her waistband, but this was due to torn muscules during child birth, it would only ever be rectified with surgery and to me wasn't a problem.

She glanced at me and noticed I was looking at her. Immediately her right arm went across her breasts and her left arm cupped her pubic area and tummy, she quickly made her way into the bathroom and slunk into the hot soapy water.

The sound of splashing and swirling water emminated from the doorway, which Nancy had left slightly ajar in her haste to avoid being seen. I pushed it open gently and watched as she soaped her shoulders and neck, her hands gently gliding over the surface of her skin. "Would you like me to do your back?" I asked. Her shoulders shrugged, as they had previously that day. Conscious that she hadn't actually said no, I stepped towards her, knelt on one knee and rubbed the small block of hotel soap between my hands, gathering up a lather.

My soaped hands slid across her back, up and around her shoulders and back down towards the waterline. Each movement was designed to be more of a massage than a cleaning exercise. My gentle strokes started to move down the lenth of her arms, in perfect symmetry, returning to her shoulders then gliding over her back towards the water to complete the circuit.

My loins began to stir again and I could feel my cock twitching as I got more and more restless. I needed her touch, the gentle comfort of being needed, wanted, desired.

I whispered in her ear "Mind if I join you?"
"If you must," she replied "but theres not much room in here."

Time to explore

My question was met with a polite "No Thanks" but I decided to push the issue a little further. "What about later on?" I questioned. She shrugged her shoulders and turned to make the coffee.

Both of these reponses were expected and formed part of a pattern that had emerged over time. I felt deflated that my efforts were being brushed aside and met with the daily routine. The idea of getting away was to break that routine. It felt like I was making all the effort, but it was still early days and I wasn't going to give up easily.

The rest of the day was spent exploring, looking round the grounds of the hotel and neighbouring village. It was a quaint place, with a high street of traditional shops, a bank, post office and a couple of pubs. We decided we would eat at a little Italian restaurant, tucked away just off the village green. The food was great, very tasty infact, the atmosphere friendly and our conversation was relaxed.

We had already decided we would walk back to the hotel. It was a warm summer night and it would give us the opportunity to enjoy a bottle of wine with our meal, without having to worry about who was driving. As we made our way up the country lanes, back to the hotel, I took Nancy's hand in mine. She squeezed it lightly as we walked and I suddenly became aware that the conversation had stopped. We walked the rest of the way in silence.

It wasn't until we got back into our room that we spoke. Nancy decided she would have a bath. The water was slow to fill the huge ceramic bathtub, but the flow of hot water never seemed to cool. Nancy loved her baths to be hot, so this was ideal. As the water reached a sufficient depth, she started to undress.

Welcome darling

The hotel was a former stately home in the English countryside a few hours drive from home. A long sweeping gravel drive led up to the main car park. We made our way to the recpetion desk to check-in, the thick limestone walls bringing a refreshing, cooler abmience from the summer heat. The room was comfortable, although a little smaller than I had imagined, with ensuite bathroom and a very old four poster bed that formed the centerpiece.

Nancy dived onto the bed and immediately sank into its folds as it wrapped aroud her. "Its a bit soft" she noted. I slipped off my shoes and tried to lie next to her, we both ened up rolling into the middle of the mattress as the sides came up some more. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her round towards me so that we were face to face. I moved forward to kiss her, but she diverted and placed a small kiss on my forehead. "Come on we've got to unpack," she said, getting up to grab her small case.

We placed our neatly folded clothes into the draws and wardrobes provided and tried to make the place feel more like home. I flicked the small kettle on to make a coffee and Nancy stood infront of the sash windows and stared out, onto the neatly manicured victorian lawns. The sun shone through her hair giving it a lighter, blonder tint than was normal for her colour. I reached out and put both arms around her, snuggling her from behind, our heads nestled together.

"Wouldn't like to be the one who had to mow that lawn." I stated
"No, nor me - espeically with our mower." She replied.
"It is beautiful though, look at it, the colours, the patterns, the peace. Its gorgeous, just like you."
"Behave" she chipped back.
"Mmmmm" I murmered, squeezing her comfortingly. "Would you like me to kiss you all over?"

A new beginning

As the episode with Hana drew to a close, I concentrated on trying to capture that sort of passion with Nancy. It was something we had never experienced. Nancy wasn't a bad girl, I didn't hate her, infact nothing could be further from the truth. She just didn't have a sex drive. Sure we talked about it, I even suggested we attend counseling or classes, but no matter what I put forward, despite the fact she accepted our position, she was not prepared to change.

As a couple we get on really well. We enjoy the same things, share the same humour and interests. We can talk for hours and have the canny knack of being able to finish each others sentances or more readily say the same thing at the same time. In all aspects of our life, apart from sex we are meant to be together, we are a symbian relationship, each equally needing the other. Nancy has always been very supportive and very family orientated, something that was lacking from my realtionships with my parents and extended family.

I decided what we needed was a break, a change in routine. I booked a long weekend at a hotel, out in the country. Nothing too fancy, just a cheap last minute internet booking. The bags were packed, the car refuelled and the dogs were put into kennels. The time had arrived.

The end of a chapter

Hana and I never did get it together again. I don't really know what happened as neither of us mentioned it. It seemed as though we had both just accepted that we would never share such intimate moments again. I started to wonder whether Hana had done it all on purpose, to get back at Nancy or Geoff, or just for her own trophy cabinet.

Nancy and Geoff (Hana's partner) had dated some years previous. When we talked about it Nancy would tell me how they used to have unprotected sex. He would pull out at the last minute and cum on her tummy. At the time she was not on any contraception, but she was infatuated by him, she was young (some 12 years his junior) and she could never get him to use a condom. She used to tell me how she could never trust him and how she thought she was always just his young bit on the side, but she was never able to resist his charms. The candle she held for him was half the reason it took so long for her to accept my offers of a date.

For Hana and I, it was a chapter in our lives that closed as suddenly as it had opened. It was time to move on.

You for coffee?

It was a week later before I met up with Hana again. As the four of us worked shifts, it was only a matter of time before we could get together again while our respective partners were out of harms way at work. As soon as the door had shut she wrapped her arms around me and brought her lips to mine. My eyes closed and our tongues caressed each other for a full 5 minutes before our lips parted and we moved into the lounge.

Hana brought 2 mugs of coffee through from the kitchen and sat beside me on the leather sofa. She wore a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts with a mad flowery, hippie design on them. A plate of chocolate biscuits sat on the small table and we slowly munched our way though them as we chatted about the last 7 days.

For my part, life had gone on as normal. Nancy had seemed none the wiser, not having got close enough to me on the morning to be able to smell the scent of the previous nights passion. Indeed she seemed to go straight to sleep, allowing me to get up and shower during my normal morning routine. The rest of the week had seen us engage in limited and strained converstion, dicussing the monotony of daily worklife, nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed that Hana's life had seen a similar drudgery.

Hana started to get figity and eventually got up and took the cups through to the sink. When she came back, she snuggled up to me on the sofa with her legs curled up underneath her. It was clear the trip with the cups had just been an excuse. Our eyes met and we kissed again. Her soft lips opened and closed in time with mine and as we kissed her position gave us a closeness, so that I was able to feel her firm nipples pressing up agains me beneath her t-shirt. It was obvious she was not wearing anything underneath and the thought of it excited me.

My hand reached up inside her t-shirt and cupped her firm breast, squeezing slightly as my fingers circled her nipple. Hana responded by gently stroking my thigh, moving slighly higher with each stroke and stirring my cock until it strained against the zip. She played with me, teasing me with every stroke as her hand ran over the head of my shaft, then she pulled down the zip and reached under my briefs. Her movements restricted by the material, she took hold of my cock and started to move her hand up and down its length in short strokes. My hand released her breasts and moved to her thigh to reciprocate, my fingers searched up her thighs and under the bottom of her baggy shorts. Her skin became softer as I moved up higher and higher, then slowly her legs parted, allowing my hand to reach up into her snatch. Unexpectedly my fingers slid against her wet crotch and I realised that she was without her panties. Her juices flowed in her excitement and my fingers easily slipped over the lips of her labia, pressing deeper and deeper with each movement.

Hana moved to undo the button at the top of my tousers, then tugged to pull my clothes down a couple of inches. My cock waved free in the air and she ran her nails over my scrotum for additional effect. My fingers continued to search for her opening and I began to press so that the tips of my two fingers entered her. She took a deep breath as her lips slipped over my knuckles and my fingers slid smoothly into her deep crevass. I bent my fingerss forward and stroked the ribbed lining of her vagina, searching for her g-spot. Hana stroked my member faster, harder down its entire exposed length. Then she bit her lip, her knees rose up and she shuddered violently as her sexual pleasure peaked with intensity. She breathed out when she could hold on no longer and gasped loudly as she succummed to the waves eminating through her whole body.

I rolled her over so that she was knelt on the floor and bent over the sofa, her head resting on a cushion. Tugging at the waistband of her shorts, I pulled them to her knees and exposed her lovely pert beckside. Her lips glistened as I slid my hand between her cheeks and parted her lips. With my other hand, I took hold of my cock and lowered myself towards her swollen pussy. There was no resitance as my cock was enveloped by her wanting body. It sucked me in and held me tightly. My balls pushed against her clitoris. As I withdrew I looked down to see that her glistening juices had coated my cock along its entire length. I cupped her hips with my hands and pulled her back onto me, but I could hold back no more and as my sack tightened I released my load into her.


I held still for a moment to catch my breath, but it was clear she wanted more and as I started to thrust again, spunk oozed out from between her legs and dripped onto the floor. My hand reached forward, around her waist and I started to knead her clitoris with my fingertips, circling, pressing harder and harder. Her gasping became more urgent, her moans louder and as she reached her second cresendo her pussy pulsed as the orgasm gripped her again. This time we had reached climax together and the tensing of her muscules had my head twitching and my sperm pulsed into her for the second time.

A broken vow

Hana had been the person I chose to be with, in an act that broke my marriage vows "....to the exclusion of all others" I recalled saying on my wedding day. I thought I would feel guilty, but all I felt was happiness, beauty, passion and a fire inside me for more of the same, with or without Nancy.

This was about sex, not love. I loved Nancy and truly wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, but she would admit herself, sex was not her forte. It was the one weak spot in our marriage. With only one other sexual partner, prior to being with me Nancy had not even experienced orgasm. She would quite happily go for weeks on end without sex, it was just not her thing. This woman was 35 and had never felt the need or desire to masturbate or touch herself, let alone touch me. As far as sex was concerned we were poles apart. To me it was an act of pleasure, a tension reliever, something to be enjoyed on a regular basis. To Nancy it was an act of intimate love between a couple, that preferably should only be done when procreating.

I lost my virginity at 15, I had had 1 long term relationship, a couple of short relationships and a few encounters before meeting Nancy. During the chase and before our marriage, the encounters continued (purely down to the lack of sex between us), but since getting married I had stayed faithful. I had chosen to make a committment, and I was going to stick to it through thick and thin, or so I thought.

Some would say it was just a matter of time, but this encounter was not planned. Perhaps if it was I would have backed out, but either way no man is going to refuse when its handed to him on a plate......is he?

Ladies first

Again my tongue floated over her swollen lips, but this time Hana pushed into me, encouraging me to search deeper and harder into her moist love hole. She was warm and very wet and her juices covered my lips, like a child eating ice-cream. My dick strained and twitched to the point of orgasm as she licked my shaft, but she expertly stopped just before I could resist no more.

Now she turned her concentration to her own feelings, her firm buttocks began to move more rhythmically with each lick and suck, she moved a hand down to her clit and gently started to caress herself as my tongue flicked back and forth. My hand moved up and started to circle the entrance to her anus, I thought she might clench and tighten, or be disgusted by the idea but she let out a gentle "oooh" as I stroked her and she visibly relaxed. My finger slid down to her pussy for a moment to get lubricated then circled some more. I pressed lightly and slipped my finger into her gently and slowly upto my first knuckle.

Hana was clearly enjoying the additional attention and her movements soon became quicker and more intense, my finger slipped in and out of her anus as she rocked back and forth, my tongue licked her inner lips, my teeth occasionally nibbled her outer lips and she continued to rub herself, but with more urgency.

Suddenly she tightened, her ass clamped my finger as she reached orgasm, then went into spasm. She squeeled as the waves became more intense and her body shuddered with the pleasure. Her hand moved and I pressed my tongue against her clit and sucked it in, holding the position as she released her orgasm and savoured the very last moment of the dying waves of sexual pleasure.

Hana turned over and lay astride me, her pussy (still wet and hyper-sensitive) sandwiched my shaft against my waist. We looked at each other and kissed with amazing intensity, our lips and tongues still longed for each other as we explored still further. After a couple of moments, Hana repositioned herself in such as way that her opening pressed against the head of my cock. I could feel the heat and the moisture on my still erect member. In a moment, she rocked back and pushed her bottom into my groin, my shaft disappeared into her as her vagina enveloped my length in one stroke.

"Do you like that?" she whispered.

I lamely nodded, concentrating with all my might, savouring every second, every moment, every movement. She ground herself into me in small circluar movements, then every so often slowly raised her body until my head reached the entrance to her pussy, then she pushed back down into me. The sensation was too much, the feeling too intense. My shaft twitched and my head swelled as the flow took control of my body, she sensed what was about to happen and again lifted up and sank back down on my pulsing cock. Wave after wave of sperm shot deep into her pussy as I came inside her, our juices mixed as we pushed against each other, trying to get my cock deeper inside with each movement. The pure sexual energy betweeen us had taken its toll, we were both spent and collapsed lamely in each others arms.

A noise outside woke me up, I glanced at the clock, its red LED's indicated it was 6:15. I looked at Hana asleep next to me, looking peaceful and relaxed. I recalled the beautiful, passionate events of the night before, then remembered Nancy....she would be home in less than an hour.

A perfect fantasy

We stood at the end of the bed and kissed, wrapping our arms around each other. Hana's breasts pressed lightly against my chest, her nipples still erect. We gently lay down on the bed without breaking contact and shuffled up to a more comfortable postition. Hana's head lay on the pillow where Nancy would sleep in 8 hours time, her legs apart, cradling my thighs and allowing the more intimate parts to feel each other through our underware.

I lightly kissed her neck, with soft, moist kisses, then her shoulders. Lying down her small cleavage had all but disappeared, but her bullet like nipples more than made up for any short comings. My tongue rolled around her nipple and my right hand stroked the outline of her panties. Every now and then I would allow my hand to venture towards the centre of the material and down between her thighs. As I did so she would moan sweetly and part her legs some more. I slowly increased the frequency of the more intimate strokes and applied more pressure until Hanna started to arch her back with each touch. Eventually she pulled me up "Your turn" she whispered.

I allowed Hana to roll me onto my back, as she moved into position she wiggled her firm buttocks out of her panties. Now naked, she tugged at my briefs and slid them down my legs and onto the floor. Kisses lightly caressed my feet, before moving tantilisingly slowly up my legs, passed my knees and up my thighs.

Her hot moist lips touched the base of my shaft and it twitched with each touch as she moved up its length, before taking my head in her mouth once more. This time the movement was different. She applied more suction and her head slowly started to bob as she rythmically moved up and down, each time sliding further down my shaft.

My fingers wandered down her back as she leant over me, taking my member deeper and deeper, but her now naked pussy was just out of my reach. Suddenly she seemed to be aware that I was trying to reach her and she moved her bottom round towards me, lifted her leg over my chest and straddled me. Her pink lips glistened at me, a mere 30 centimeters from my face.

Nancy had never been one to give oral sex, she had managed to "give it a go" on 2 occasions in the 6 years we had known each other. Invariably the tension always managed to get the better of the situations and we finished off in other ways. Despite it being my fantasy, a "69", of course had always been out of the question.

How I didn't shoot my load there and then, I don't know. Here I was being presented with my perfect fantasy. My tounge licked the back of Hana's thigh and slid across her lips, she audibly moaned as my tounge tasted her juices for the first time. She was sweet and her sex swelled and lubricated itself further as I flicked over her clitoris.

Second thoughts?

My head at this point decided to take a route of its own, as the break in proceedings allowed my mind to try to register the guilt factor.

I thought of Nancy when we had first met, how her smile and her humour had attracted me, how her nose wrinkled, how I had chased and chased her for months before she had allowed me to even take her out on a date. How tender our first moment had been together, how she had come down the isle of the church on our wedding day with a streaming cold, how we had made love when trying for our first child.

Then I recalled how the only time she had taken an active interest in sex was when she had wanted children, how she never touches me, how she never kisses me, how she is always too busy or too tired.....how she always has an excuse not too.

I had always felt that our relationship was solid, that in time things would pull through. Before this moment I had never actively sought sex from another person outside our marriage, despite the problems. It just seemed that we would get through it eventually, that it would work out in the end.

But now here I was being led up the stairs, virtually naked by "our friend".