Sex Is Inevitable

A short note from the author.

Some say there are couples that are just meant for each other. The problem is that mostly they never meet. Well Daniel and I did meet, we got to know each other, fell in love and had the most wonderful sex in a variety of places. This is the story of my affair with the man who I was meant to meet and who was ordained to meet me.

I hope you enjoy the account of our wondrous highly erotic affair that I have spread over a number of episodes that I hope you'll stick with until the end when you'll leave you comments and score.

Thanks and love,

Jay

aka westjayne495

I knew that I shouldn't let him do it in his car parked in a field not far from our homes. But in the semi-darkness of an autumn evening the feel of his hand slithering up my leg was so thrilling that nothing apart from him, me, his hand, and my thighs seemed to exist. The outside world, my family and friends, his wife, and his and my children, had simply faded away and ceased to exist since we'd been there.

Illicit love affairs are like that. They have stolen moments in secluded places, dates where the pair won't be seen, they mean making excuses to their partners and family with the inevitable loss of self-esteem and the continual fear of being found out. There's a lot to bear and a heavy weight to carry, but the thrills and excitement, though, make up for that and more. That I'd made excuses to my daughter and lied to my husband about why I'd be late home and why I had a spare pair of panties in my handbag were all part and parcel of the situation, in fact they were essential ingredients of it.

And that's why I was lying back on the half-reclined front seat of Daniel's car, with my sweater pushed up so it was bunched around my chest above my D cup breasts, which he'd earlier gently eased out of my bra. As I'd anticipated, and hoped, something like this might happen it's also why I had purposefully selected a loose skirt so that it would be easier for him to slide his hand up it just as he was right now.

Affairs are rarely completely satisfactory as, by their very nature, it's almost impossible for they're elicit, wrong, often unfair and usually extremely difficult to handle for all involved. They are outside of marriages or other relationships. They're confidential, intimate liaisons between two parties and the coming together of a couple who shouldn't really come together at all! And, as a result, they rarely lasted very long.

Mine was all of that and more. It was everything most people expect an affair to be. Exhilarating, stupendous, amazing, fantastic and mind-blowing. It was disappointing, heart-breaking, horrible, frustrating and emotionally draining. I had the most amazing sensations, incredible sex, powerful feelings of love and lust and lots and lots of affection. I had to lie and cheat, duck and dive and be a different person as circumstances changed. I felt tremendous frustration when I couldn't be with him and enormous jealousy when I imagined him in bed with his wife. I hated us getting up from hotel beds and going home when every sinew in my body cried out for us to stay there together all night. And as the affair went on and our love for each other developed, I could hardly bear to be in bed with my husband let alone have him make love to me.

It was so different, though, when I was with Daniel, my lover, for I'd willingly laid back on the reclined seat as he leaned across the central console, kissed me deep and long before attending to the essentials of our secret lovemaking, my breasts and pussy. And with my jumper pushed up and my boobs out of my bra, he'd kissed and sucked my tits and nipples before quite quickly sliding his hand up my holdups covered legs to find the damp patch on my panties and rubbing me right there.

Did I enjoy having an affair? Am I pleased I did it? Would I do it again? Was it worthwhile? Hmmmm, tough questions to which I don't really have answers? All I know was that during the almost year to the day that I knew Daniel I felt more wanted than I ever had before or since. I felt loved and desired and more of a woman than I could have previously imagined was possible. He so fulfilled my every emotional and physical need during the time we were having the affair that I think he was the love of my life as I was of his.

We knew that we couldn't fuck in the car in such a place, it was just too dangerous and, although we had got used to having sex to one level or another in risky places, full sex was going too far. So, instead of removing any more clothing, Daniel simply pushed the gusset of my knickers to one side and I unzipped him, got his cock out, bundled a couple of tissues around it and we masturbated each other. It was magical.

I'd been with Kevin, my now very much ex-husband, for nearly twenty years when it happened. For much of the time prior to that I would never have dreamed that I would have an affair for I was the devoted, doting wife and I was love-blind. There was no doubt in my mind that Kevin and I would spend the rest of our life together with our two children and that's why I was devastated when I suspected that he was having an affair. But I shrugged it off. That is until the next time when we had the most blazing rows and parted for a while, although, he persuaded me to let him back after a couple of weeks. That wasn't too hard for I still felt I loved him and I was so scared of being alone and sending our daughter's father away from her. However, when I suspected he was 'at it' again and again, my views and standards changed as I lost faith in and respect for him. My love went out of the window, although there were still times when his charm and charisma got to me and with those characteristics he was able to get my knickers off and persuade me to have sex with him. Although that reduced in frequency after I met Daniel, to my disappointment in myself, it still happened more frequently than liked.

That wasn't the first time we'd had sex like that in his or my car, after all people in our situations have to take advantage of whatever they can, so we'd developed a sort of procedure. After lots of kissing and fondling when he'd get my boobs out of my bra and undo or roll my top up, he'd spend some time kissing and licking my tits and nipples before sliding his hand up my legs, After spending some time rubbing my clit, I'd snuggle down further into the seat, spread my legs as far as my panties allowed and he'd shove two or three fingers right up my cunt as I slowly wanked him until we both exploded into our mutual orgasm.

"They seem to get on so well, it's as if they'd known each other for ages isn't it?" The attractive, forty something guy in the bright yellow rain top and jeans had said to me as our dogs frolicked together.

"Yes it is and that's strange for Brad doesn't usually get friendly with other dogs smaller than him," I replied returning his smile.

And that's how it started. That's how the love affair of my life began, walking our dogs for Christ's sake.

There was a group of us, probably seven or eight that met in the large field that ran alongside the forest that was just a short drive from my house. Sometimes, especially in the better weather we all turned up and walked together, but at other times there would less of us and on occasions just two or even me by myself. We were quite a mixed bunch with ages ranging from a lovely young thing called Molly who was a researcher who worked from home, to a pair of really lovely older ladies who must have been well into their seventies or early eighties. The gender mix was mainly women with a couple of older guys and Daniel and me age-wise at mid-forties about in the middle.

Yes Daniel, in the yellow rain top and jeans. Daniel who said, "They get on well don't they" as the first words we ever exchanged? Daniel with the lovely smile and twinkling eyes. Daniel the man I fell for. And Daniel the man who several months later fucked me in those very woods where the two dogs had got on very well!

But I get ahead of myself. I let my reminiscences become too vivid. My thoughts about Daniel and me writhing naked in beds in hotels, squirming together on the back seat of his or my car or making love so magically in the open air, are starting to direct and control the flow of the story. And that mustn't happen for this account needs to have a mood, pace and style all of its own, just like that of my love affair. This isn't a piece of fuck fest. It isn't a quick jerk off story. I'm not writing this purely for sexual titillation. No, this is real, this is part of my life, a major and important part of me. I feel the need to tell the story. The story of Daniel and me. The tender, loving, erotic and so sexual tale of our affair. And for me to relate that to you takes time. I will need to try painting pictures with words. To describe the situation and to build the suspense up for you just as the impending affair built it up for him and me.

That in some ways was the most amazing aspect of the affair. That period between the merest tingle of the thought, 'does he want me and do I want him,' and his magnificently hardened cock sliding almost ceremoniously up me? That and the realisation that as I gave myself to him so all my marriage vows were being ripped into tatters. Everything I thought I'd believed in about the sanctity of marriage, the trust and the loyalty was slipping away just as easily as my knickers slid down my legs to give him full, sexual access to me.

From the time he said about the dogs getting on well we became walking partners.. In dog walking etiquette, and believe there is one, we became a walking pair. Our dogs got on well and that's important as you can't really walk with someone if your dogs hate each other. Not long after we became a walking pair, we started falling behind the others and after a while longer we started getting there a little later so that the others had set off, so that we began walking with just the two of us, just him and me.

As I got ready for the walk, I found myself dabbing on a little extra make up, spraying perfume or brushing my shortish, naturally blonde hair more carefully than I'd ever done before a dog walk. I discarded the baggy old jeans and wore, tighter, smarter designer versions. In the cold of winter I'd wear a nicer top coat and in the warmth of spring and summer, tighter more revealing tops or sweaters. All of this was, almost unconscious and went on for a couple of months, but then, in the early days it was just a half-hour dog walk four or five days a week. Just a few hours exposure to each other often in the company of others and always in the open air with our dogs around. Not that conducive to chat up lines, flirting and come on suggestions. But somehow it worked and just six months after he'd said, "they seem to get on so well," so he was saying to me. "Jay that was amazing," as he let his now limp penis slip from my still wet and throbbing pussy.

Again, though, I get ahead of myself. But that's so easy to do in my eagerness to describe my affair with Daniel. But why am I so keen to do that? Why do I want to reveal my innermost thoughts and most intimate feelings? I know why. It's because I want to relive that year. Because I want to revisit those magically sexy times, those enticingly erotic moments, that wonderfully romantic period. Yes I want him back in my new life. The one that only exists in words not actions and deeds. Yes I need and want Daniel to fuck me with my words as I've been doing in the submissions I've made to Lit. Does that make sense to you? It's absolutely crystal to me.

It was just a coffee. A fairly rotten instant one at that in a tatty café on the edge of the forest. But that was the real start. The beginning, that established something between us other than dog walking.

"Black no sugar please," were the first words I said to him as more than a dog walking friend.

I don't remember at all what we chatted about as we sat across from each other in the open air. I remember it was springtime and yes the trees were in bud, the daffodils were just ending, the tulips beginning and all the falsely romantic things that are said about springtime were around us, including the young man's fancy I wondered?

We had coffee again a day or so later and it then became a regular feature of our walk. And it was very much our walk now for we went out of our ways to positively avoid the others. We went later, met at a slightly different place and walked another route. None of that was consciously planned, we didn't discuss it but like so many things between us, it just happened because, I suppose, we both wanted it to happen.

Still nothing was said and certainly nothing was done by either of us to suggest what we were doing was anything other than two adults dog walking and chatting. Deep down, though, I think I felt something. I was becoming aware that the more I was with him the more I wanted to be with him. I couldn't in my wildest imaginings think that anything other than a friendship would happen between us. He was seemingly fairly happily married with three children and I had never been one to even consider straying. Kevin and I had our teenage daughter and son and, although we'd had some rocky patches, neither of us would dream of doing anything that could harm her.

So, I mused April away looking forward to and enjoying my dog walks that by now were becoming longer and longer. Daniel had explained that he mainly worked from home doing something with computers, that I didn't even try to understand, his wife held a fairly high-powered job in the Civil Service and their children were at boarding school so his time during the day was very much his own.

"In any case, I prefer working in the evenings and late at night, it gets the juices running and I'm more creative," he'd said, to which I'd quite innocently replied.

"Really," as I smiled at him and, for some reason, raised my eyebrows as I added. "That's when mine flow the most," making us both laugh at the unintentional, but provocative double entendre.

"I bet they do the lucky man," he joked before we changed the subject.

The hard, throbbing cock felt so marvellous in my mouth. The large, soft, slightly hairy bag containing his balls felt as exciting in my hands as I rolled the two orbs around before sucking first one, then the other and then both into my mouth. My imagination was racing as my hands squeezed my full breasts, pinched and pulled my nipples and then plunged between my thighs that closed tightly round them. Lying in the middle of our marital bed naked I was fucking myself. Making love to my own body in the middle of the day. The window was open and I could hear the noise of the mower as Tom our gardener did the lawn. Recently, as I'd seen more signs of Kevin's infidelities, we rowed more often, our lovemaking diminished and I masturbated more frequently, probably most days, but I wasn't quite sure whether that was due to lack of attention from Kevin or a desire for some from Dan.

My crimson painted fingernails contrasted sharply with the creamy, suntanned as it was early in the year, flesh of my breasts as they dug into it leaving red marks. The pink of my nipples looked fierce and appealingly suckable as I pulled and pinched them alternating between sending surges of sexual feelings and shocks of pain through my body. Lying on my back it was easy to hold and move my D cup breasts and suddenly I had the idea of doing something I hadn't done for ages and then, only when Kevin asked me to, and that was to lick my own breasts and suck my nipples. I was near to a climax as I was at that stage where the eyes are tightly shut, the mouth is open and the head is starting to roll from side to side. At the phase where arousing the breasts is not enough. At the point where the epicentre of a woman's sex has to be stimulated. I had reached the level that demanded total sexual gratification. Yes I was in that state of female masturbation where my hands had only one place on which to focus, one area to create that little more sensation needed to take me over the edge. I was concentrating and focusing my fingers attention on the place they needed to be and that was right on my cunt.

As they stroked and slithered around my lips, slid inside and then rubbed around my clit, so I sucked each nipple in turn, which was that little extra I needed and I started to cum. As my straightened fingers plunged up and almost out of me as I fucked myself so Daniel's face came into my mind and in my imagination I was being fucked by my dog walking friend.

"Would you like to see it?" Daniel asked one morning when we sitting in the outside café sipping our coffee.

"Yes I would but I don't think I'll understand it."

Daniel had been trying to explain to me what he did, but being IT almost illiterate I couldn't grasp the concept of the algorithms used to operate the web as he called it.

It felt very strange actually being in his house. It was odd seeing photos and other examples of his day-to-day life. His wife's and children's coats hanging up, pairs of green wellies in a box in the porch, two mugs on the draining board that presumably were his and hers and had been used for breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as I watched him making proper coffee in a cafetiere, and I felt very ill at ease as I was in another woman's domain. There was a tension between us that I hadn't experienced before. We were, I realised, totally alone for the first time. Always we'd been in the open with others nearby or around. Here and now it was just him and me, just the two of us and nobody else. I felt nervous, uncomfortable and a little on edge. The conversation had dried up. He focused on making the coffee as I looked through the kitchen windows at the fairly large garden that I suddenly imagined him and his wife working on together on a Sunday morning. My throat was dry and my pulse seemed to be racing. I still hadn't given any thought whatsoever to where our relationship was going or, if it was going anywhere and even really if we had a relationship over and above being dog walkers. The only time there was anything at all was when I was naked masturbating and thinking of being with Daniel.

Masturbation has played little part ln most of my adult and married life Since meeting Kevin when I was just over eighteen and starting to live with him when I was in my early twenties, other than when he went away on business trips we had sex on average at least three times every week. Thus, when the supply was turned off, going without is hard to take and I found that after say, five or six days without sex I suffered from enormous pangs of frustration. I was on edge and prickly a lot of the time, would lose my temper easily and found it hard to focus and concentrate on anything for long and completing The Times crossword, for instance, became an impossibility! On top of all that I would, without any warning, become enormously aroused. I'd find an irritation starting near my pussy that within seconds had stormed through my body making my breasts seem so heavy and my nipples become like organ stops. I would start almost panting and have what, in other circumstances with older women, would be called a hot flush. I'd see a fanciable man with a pert bum or a good looking face and I was mentally in bed with them. I could see sexual innuendos and suggestions in the most ridiculous things and I walked around like I imagine a bitch in heat does.

Inevitably, that led to me reverting to, what I thought of then as, the teenager's remedy, doing it to myself. Yes, making love to my own body and, in effect, fucking myself. I adopted a sort of ritual for it that included, picturing a scene in my mind that involved me indulging in one of my fantasies. At the time I recall those as me; being in a gang bang, being forced to have sex and, rather worryingly, with other women in lots of lesbian action. But more and more recently, although I swear it was totally unintentional, Daniel started featuring, or more accurately starring, most times I masturbated. Often, and with increasing frequency, I extremely vividly 'saw' him to the point that on several occasions as the waves of orgasmic release poured over me I found myself groaning out loud, "Yes, Daniel yes, fuck me, please fuck me and make me cum for you."