My First Affair [FM]

Mike and I had know each other four years, had lived together for two. I was sixteen when we met, he seventeen. Neither of us had been with another person — in the full sense of the word.

There came a point in our relationship where we began to discuss what we had missed by never having had sex with other people. Over time we sort of agreed that if the opportunity arose it would be okay to go with another person, but only as long we were completely honest with each other, told each other everything.

I was secure enough in my love for him not to mind him going with another girl. I knew he loved me deeply, and I him. It was just we both through we had missed out on something.

At that time an affair with my boss was on the cards. I’d seen how he looked at me, how he made the effort to come over and chat. He had this playful way about him, made me laugh a lot. He was a real charmer and extremely good looking.

But before I took the plunge with — let’s call him Chris — I actually sat Mike down and brought up and reminded him about what he had said about us copping off with other people if the opportunity arose. Yeah, it was fine he said.

But perhaps I was a little ingenuous. I didn’t say, my boss fancies the pants off me and I’m going to let him have me, if that’s OK with you, darling. No I just mentioned that I had been thinking about what we were talking about and just wanted to be clear if he was serious.

But he wasn’t really paying attention, just grunted ‘Yeah, sure I was’.

So that’s how I let myself be taken back to Chris’s house one afternoon after a pub lunch. He told the other staff he needed me to help him out on a buying trip. He often took young members off staff to trade shows and the like. I’d even been myself — which I think is when his interest in me began.

His wife was away for the week. Her mother was ill and she had gone to take care of her. Their house was nice, though not as big as I’d expected. Chris was in his mid-forties, distinguished looking, his body still in good shape.

We hadn’t even kissed and yet I’d allowed myself to be talked into coming back to his home. I knew exactly what he wanted, it was the same as I wanted: raw sex and nothing but raw sex. I didn’t need a love affair, didn’t need to be cherished by another man. Mike gave me all the love and attention I needed at home. I just wanted to know what another man’s cock felt like in my cunt.

It surprised me when he took me up to their bedroom. If I was ever to take a man back to my home there is no way I would make love to him in our marital bed. In my mind that would be an absolute betrayal of Mike. But him leading me by the hand into their bedroom felt so not-right that it really turned me in

Chris’s children were both at university. There were pictures of them set on the walls, a boy and girl, and another of the happy nuclear family that contained his beautiful wife, all four smiling like they owned the world. I remember looking at her image and thinking what a good looking woman she was. Just touching forty, I’d say. She reminded my of Carla Conner in Coronation Street. Dark hair and a sultry surety.

Looking at her photo while knowing that her husband would soon be making love to me in her marital bed, the one she had chosen the duvet and sheets for . . . well, it gave me such a perverse thrill. I thought her much better looking than me. She looked sophisticated, elegant. All I had going for me was my slim body and youth. To know he had chosen to bring me to his and her bedroom was an intoxicating turn on.

I’d expected to be wooed, undressed by him, but once in the bedroom he began to undress himself and indicated that I should do likewise. He got into bed alone and watched as I slowly stripped for him.

Jumping naked into bed to find myself next to unknown naked body for the first time was strange. It was exciting but not exactly sexy. Only when his hand began to caress me did I began to get in the mood.

We made love in their king-sized bed all afternoon. He used my body in ways Mike had probably not even dreamed I would allow — even in his wildest imaginings. His cock was a cock, I can’t say it was massive or that he filled me. But he had stamina, spirit and rhythm. And afterwards he held me in his arms and told me I was beautiful.

We took a break at three-thirty and he went downstairs to get us drinks. I got out of bed while he was gone, used the en-suite, the wandered naked about the large bedroom. I looked at his wife’s photo again and thought, that how her face would look if she walked in right now and found me naked in her bedroom. That would wipe that smug smile off her pretty face. I opened wardrobe doors and ran my fingers across her clothes hanging there. So many shoes. Expensive. I stooped and stroked leather. Her feet were smaller than mine.

When I heard his footfall on the stairs, I returned quickly to bed. We drank lemonade sitting up in bed, then I sucked his cock again. Later he ran me home.

He wanted me to come round the following evening. Said if he took me out of work again for more afternoon delight it would arouse suspicions. I said I couldn’t because Mike would wonder where I was going.

I did think of saying to Mike, “You know that agreement we have about having sex with other people . . .? Well I‘m off out to see my lover tonight. I might be late. Don’t wait up.”

But I never did.

So Chris and I never got make love properly again. A few stolen hours in the back of his car, parked up in the country park car park.

After a month of this I realised I’d not missed out on much. Mike was enough for me. I told Chris it was over. He took it bad. Eventually I had to find another job because he kept pestering me to have sex with him.

I tried to tell Mike about it. We’d said we would be open about any sexual encounters we might have but when I tentatively tried to bring up the subject I could tell by his expression it was not a good idea and subtly changed the subject.

It was only five years later that I could confess what I did with my boss. By then our relationship had become more open, and we’d swapped with friends of ours a couple of times. This took our relationship to a new height in intimacy and trust, and so I found myself opening up to him. I think that what probably would have upset Mike at the time if I had confessed to him, was that I’d had sex with someone else whereas he hadn’t. Pure jealousy — or is it envy?

Anyhow. What is it with men as they get older. Now he’s got this cuckold thing going on in his head. He keeps asking to hear about my time with Chris. He likes me to tell him about my afternoon in his bed, but also the minutia of when we used to park up for sex somewhere at lunch time
I enjoy telling him stuff, turns me on to know my infidelity now turns him on. I’m starting to hope that one day he’ll ask me to bring someone back so he can watch us. Yes, I would like that.

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