When I was younger and single, I always puzzled as to how people had affairs, especially in a small town like ours. How did the logistics work? Many a time I have been out and then been told a few days later I was seen at such and such.
Little did I know.......
I had a party and it was "Prince" themed (showing my age) and it was really well attended with people in various states of dress. I personally went for his "Dirty Mind" phase so was in high heels and tight leggings....
The surprise was this married friend in her thirties who came in similiar saucy attire - a corset, fishnets and nothing much else. She wasn't a close friend but someone who I had become friendly through various charity work. She was a White middle class typical english Rose type, never seen her in anything remotely even hinting at saucy. You can therefore imagine my pleasant shock at her taking her coat off to reveal ....well nearly everything.
For whatever reason I was attracted to her rather than the younger women, most of my gym club had been kind enough to attend, and kept close to her. I think she was also a tad self conscious at what she was wearing and that she was a good ten years older than most of the people there.
I tried to keep her company and kept dancing with her and steered the conversation to my surprise at her daring. She smiled, and said we are full of surprises! I teased as to whether this was just artifice or was she really that daring.....she said try me!
So I dragged her to the only lockable room in the place and started kissing her deeply, while allowing my hands to wander over that firm body. I managed to just feel her wetness when the door was abruptly opened, someone wanted to see me.....I said to her......we were not finished .....she replied i hope not.
The rest of the night was just knowing and teasing glances across the room. I had to hastily intervene when one of my friends was obviously making a play but otherwise I was busy being the good host.
She then said I have to go, could I call a taxi. I said there was no way she was going home in a taxi in those clothes, I would take her home. I managed to palm off the closing down of the party to a couple of friends and we got in the car.
As we drove off, my hands wandered on to her thigh, no objections, so I stroked up to her pussy which was hot. I said look do you really want to go home? Where can we go? I luckily had a couple of properties and one of them had a vacant flat, between lets.
We went there, and as soon as the door was shut, she was voracious, exploring my whole body with her mouth and tongue. At the stage in my life, girls my age I had been usually allowed me to take the inititiative and the ususal response would be rudimentary blow job or getting on top.
Not this woman, she postively lapped and suckled my cock, licking everywhere, kissing my balls and underneath. She suckled on my nipples, kissing my underarms, playing with my anus. All new experiences at the time.
She then laid back and directed me between her legs which to my surprise were au naturelle. I nestled my face in her pubic hair while savouring the rich musky wetness.
I did the best I could as she gently moved my head about. Some girls I had been with had been inhibited about exploring their pussies, not this woman!
We fucked in a number of postions. After I would come, she would nuzzle me and then be kindly amazed as I got hard again. (this was a few years ago) and off we would go again, me inside her pumping away until we were both sweaty as if we had been on a run.
She had no hesitation of sucking me immediately after I had come inside her, seemingly enjoying the tastes. Again something new as I had girls asking for my cock to be wiped after it had been inside them before they would touch it again.
That night was one of the handful occassions I came seven times. The only thing we didn't do was anal, she said next time with a bit of preparation.
She had been married for 15 years, and this was her first affair as such. We had long philosophical conversations about the rights and wrongs, usually after I had just fucked her but it was great fun.
As to the logistics - yes they were a nightmare - everywhere from in the car to empty flats loaned by estate agent friends to al fresco to the bathroom in an arts centre!
