Sex Is Inevitable

A short intro.

Affairs happen for many reasons. I won't try analysing nor explaining why mine came about and I'll leave you to work that out from what I tell you in this true story. But once an affair starts it goes through various stages the first of which I covered in Part 1 which is the recognition of an attraction. The second stage, which I cover here, is all about the sexual jousting, for want of a better term. The positioning of both parties as they make their minds up on just how far it should go and just what sort or affair they are going to have. It's really the 'should we fuck or not stage' and in short, whether it will be a relationship where the parties fuck, or make love!

Let me know if you feel so inclined with way we went.

With love,

J x

We'd come so close to going all the way in the forest as we had walked our dogs. After sitting on the log whilst they bounded around and chased each other deeper into the woods acting, well I hoped they were, as a warning should any one approach where we were we'd become more daring and adventurous. And just like we had in the car a few weeks ago and before that in the office in his house he'd tentatively, at first, fondled my tits and ran his hand up my leg that I'd opened for him. There were, though some big differences. We were now in the open air in a forest. We had no cover at all and it was daylight and not dark as it had been in the car that evening. I was wearing a jacket over the golf shirt the hem of which was outside my jeans that were covering my legs and my most intimate places were covered by my jeans unlike in the car when I was wearing a loose skirt. And, most importantly and possibly the reason we mutually agreed to stop, Daniel couldn't get to my clit and pussy, well not uncovered that is.

"Look Jay I don't know where we're going with this, I don't what'll happen to us and how long anything will last." Daniel replied as we got to our feet and strolled out of the forest as if nothing other than walking the dogs had happened. As I heard those words, I thought, as my heart missed a beat, "Maybe he'll stop it now, is this the end of us?"

He went on sending my heart further and further into my dog walking wellies, "I've never done anything like this before and I've never been unfaithful to my wife and quite frankly, I've never really strongly wanted to."

I looked at him rather quizzically as I suspected that my worst fear was about to come true and that he was going to end our affair, before it had really got going. Yes we'd come near, yes he'd bared my tits, yes I'd held his naked erection and yes he'd finger-fucked me a few times, but we hadn't yet performed the key act of an affair yet, he hadn't fucked me! as I said, genuinely wanting to know the answer, "But do you now Daniel?"

Stopping and turning to me with a pained expression on his face, he put his arms around me, pulled me against him and pressing his opened lips on mine, his tongue went deep into my mouth giving a clear wordless answer, which was plenty enough really. But as the wonderful words he used,

The;

"I've never desired a woman so much as I so utterly desire you," and, "I've thought of little else than making love to you for weeks Jay," crashed into my mind giving me all the extra assurance I didn't really even need, but so adored having.

He went on.

"But I think we need to agree one thing Jay."

"And what's that?" I asked now confident that he wasn't trying to end things before they'd hardly begun.

"I think we should try to avoid talking about our families don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do," I replied both relieved that was all he was going to say but also agreeing with him as I added, "And our future Daniel, let that just happen ok?"

"Yes dear but that'll be hard."

"Well then lots of things'll be that won't there," I added with a grin, "hopefully.!

We reached our cars and stood there for a while.

"So Jay what do we do now?"

"I don't know," I replied moving slightly closer to him and brushing a lock of hair away that had, attractively tumbled down his forehead, "I've never done anything like this before either you know."

"No, no of course you haven't. Forgive me I shouldn't have asked that."

"Don't be silly, that's ok," I whispered, glancing around the small car park surrounded by trees and seeing no one I kissed him softly on the lips, "You don't need forgiveness for anything."

A smile on his ruggedly handsome face he said as he cupped my breast, "Not even for doing this?"

I smiled back, "Especially not for doing that," as I pressed myself against him.

"Or," he went on gently pinching my nipple, "Suggesting we need to make love."

"No Daniel nor for that even though," I hesitated before going on, "It is such a big step isn't it?"

"Yes love it is, and I wonder," he said hesitantly, "Whether we'll be brave or silly enough to take that step. Do you know what I mean?"

As he said that with such plain sincerity and honesty on his face I think the last resistance to me falling in love with him simply faded away although it was some time before I could admit that to myself let alone him. I slid into his arms and loved the feeling of them closing round me as he made me feel so safe, wanted and comfortable.

"Yes darling," I whispered my mouth pressed against his chest thus muffling what I said as I somewhat regretted using such a term of endearment without his agreement, "I know exactly what you mean. It's terrible isn't it?

And that was the theme of our thinking and our relationship over the next ten days or so. I was totally torn and emotionally bisected. I had some of the most exciting moments and anguishing times I've ever experienced. When I was with Daniel I wanted him so badly and I would have done anything he asked of me. When alone I visualised us together, firstly just naked, then making love and then on my more flights of fancy, living together. When I was with Kevin reality clicked in and deep down I felt there was no future and if that was the case should there be a present I wondered? If longer term we were bound to fail then why break my vows, why cheat and lie and why be unfaithful to all I'd held dear for so long? But almost as soon as I posed that question in my mind my body interrupted the logical thought patterns with a powerful answer, 'Because you need a good fucking by a man you love as opposed to one you're starting to loathe due to his constant philandering and completely uncaring attitude and behaviour!' It advised me, probably correctly, but whoever really knows where affairs of the heart are concerned?

I, and so Daniel told me, he as well, varied from thinking, 'This has to stop,' to him undoing my bra and me taking it off.

From, 'We mustn't go further,' to me holding his erection inside his opened trousers and him running his fingers around and inside my pussy.

From, 'We really should end it,' to us coming so near to making full love on several occasions.

Once when we sat in the back of his car in the dark and he undid my top and unclipped my bra and I got his erection out. It was pressing right against my panties. Right against my soaked pussy lips inside them. He pulled the material aside and touched me there with his fingers and, I thought, the end of his cock as well and I nearly climaxed. And when I pressed his hard cock against my clit we both knew we were so close, but somehow we stopped.

The next day, though, I was leaning back against a tree deeper in the woods. Anticipating something like this I hadn't worn a bra and his hands had pushed the loose skirt I'd purposefully worn right up around my waist. His trousers were also undone and I'd been stroking his erection. It would have been so easy, so simple and I think we probably would have finalised this conflicting inevitability had it not been for the dogs barking warning us of someone approaching.

The short period of nearly doing, but somehow stopping it got harder to take when we were apart, but more amazingly exciting when together. Looking back, I'm pleased that we didn't rush into full sex for that short period of heavy petting in the woods and our cars was so exciting, intimate and loving that I'll treasure it for the rest of my life.

A week or so later, the weather changed and it had been raining on and off for days and one Tuesday it was teaming down with one of those torrents that you just know is going on all day. There was no way we could walk the dogs, but we met in any case, as he said, "Follow me," from his car to me in mine.

We went deeper into the forest down ever narrower lanes until we reached a dead end in a clearing. I followed him across to the furthest corner that was slightly hidden from the rest of the clearing by the way the trees hung down. Daniel got out mouthing to me through the noise of the rain on the leaves to stay where I was. He undid the tailgate of my Volvo estate and took Brad out and put him in his car. He then got into the back of mine throwing his waterproof over the back of the seat.

"Is madam gonna climb over or walk round?" he asked laughing.

It was there in the back of my car, in a clearing in a forest, with the rain pouring down where all my vows and beliefs went out the window. It was there where I was unfaithful and committed adultery for the first time. There, where the full sexual side of our affair started for it was there in that car in that forest that Daniel fucked me for the first time.

It wasn't, though, as it should have been, not as I'd envisaged it. No, having sex for the first time outside my marriage shouldn't have been like that. And afterwards as I sat there crying as Daniel tried to console me, we agreed it had been a disaster.

"Perhaps that's fate telling us something," I sobbed as I sat there naked above the waist my breasts jiggling as I cried.

"No darling," he said stroking and caressing me as he put my blouse around my shoulders.

It had started going wrong when we'd laid back into the corner of the seat. It wasn't comfortable, there didn't seem to be enough room but we were both so aroused it hadn't mattered at first. As we kissed and cuddled so we'd started to undress each other and that also wasn't easy. Nothing seemed to go smoothly and several times he apologised for hurting me or I inadvertently pushed his hands away from my body by adjusting my position to be more comfortable and available. My blouse was open, my breasts were bare to his gaze and my skirt was around my waist as, for the first time, Daniel started to take my panties down and for some reason I panicked a bit.

"What if anyone comes," I said.

"Well darling I'm rather hoping we both do that," he replied rather insensitively as he tugged on the white satin panties that were now half way down my thighs. As he undid his jeans and pushed them down I lay there looking on as good as naked with just the bundled-up skirt around my waist and the unbuttoned blouse providing scant cover of my body.

It wasn't how I wanted my lover to gaze upon my almost nude body for the first time. It wasn't the place where I wanted us to consummate our affair and it wasn't the time for us to do that. No, mid-morning in the back of car in a car-park in a rainstorm was too uncomfortable, too dangerous, too rushed and, really, overall too sordid for this very special event to take place.

I wasn't relaxed. Although aroused when we had started and when we kissed and he caressed my breasts and ran his hand up my bare legs I didn't feel as I normally did when about to have sex. The powerful feelings, the irritation around my pussy, the heat flowing out from that and the heaviness in my breasts were not as they usually were, even with Kevin, and as they should be. I was physically aroused, but, I realised, I wasn't emotionally as fully tuned in as I should have been.

But we tried to do it. My knickers did come off and were stuffed under the front seat. Daniel's jeans and boxers were pushed down to beneath his knees and he lay between my awkwardly opened legs, which due to back the backs of front and rear seats, I couldn't open wide enough. My breasts were crushed against his chest but, that was covered in a shirt and a sweater so I didn't feel his bare flesh against mine. We held each other and as he pressed his hardness against me and I felt the tip of his penis nuzzling against my lips I couldn't stop myself from moaning, "Yes Daniel, yes, go on fuck me."

But he didn't for pulling away and fumbling in his pockets he said, "I think we'd better Jay, don't you?" as he found a condom and held up for me to see. I was quite surprised at seeing that as we hadn't discussed him wearing protection, which quite frankly didn't enter my head at all as it had been so long since I'd had sex with a man wearing one it hadn't entered my head. Due to the cramped position he struggled to open it and put it on, making me realise that it was probably the same for him. At last it was on, though, and he was again pressing the bulbous head right against my lips.

I knew, though, that something was wrong and so did he. It wasn't just that he was trying to enter me from the wrong angle but also, amazingly, I wasn't wet. As much as he pressed, so my dryness resisted his entrance and my body tightened up even more. And as much as he was denied penetration so his mind began to panic and his hardness reduced.

A few weeks later we were able to laugh at how, with our first real sex, I dried up and he couldn't keep it up. But in the back of my car that morning it was far from a laughing matter. It's a very difficult subject to confront as it's not easy to talk about sexual failure especially sitting in the back of a car with our clothes in disarray. It's hard to debate a woman not becoming lubricated or a man losing his erection for both can imply a lack of fancying of the other person. In our case, though, it was more due to guilt, fear and trepidation.

"I'm sure it'll be ok," he said encouragingly as we both struggled back into our clothing.

"I don't know Daniel, maybe someone's telling us something, maybe it's fate or a warning advising us saying don't do it?

"Jay if you really believe that and feel it's best not to then we won't. But," he went on quietly his soft fingertips gliding across my still inflamed breasts sending shivers of strong desire through me, "I don't really think you do," as he took my chin in his fingers and turning my face so it was looking at him asked. "Do you?"

"No." I whispered looking away for I didn't want him for some reason to see the lust and desire that was probably showing in my eyes, "But, er, um, oh I don't know," I sighed burying my face in my hands.

And there was a lot more of erring and umming over the next few days when we walked the dogs. The weather wasn't very nice so we stopped the coffee and took to going to that car park instead. Again putting the dogs in one car we'd get in the other and we'd kiss and cuddle. Well more than kiss and cuddle for now under the front seat had the regular visit of my bra and often my panties as well. We were becoming more and more comfortable in doing everything except having full penetrative sex, yet Daniel made me cum every day and sometimes two or three times. Also, I was now regularly taking his erection from his jeans and masturbating him. Full-on sex done properly in a nice place was becoming both essential and an inevitability.

But it wasn't with Daniel that I next had sex. Well not physically. It may have been emotionally that I received him into my body but the physical intruder wasn't Daniel, but my husband Kevin. It was so ironic, I thought, as he fucked me that very night that earlier in the day I'd come so near to being fucked by another man. As Kevin thrust in and out of me I recall thinking, "God I'm so wet for him, a man I'm starting to hate, yet for one I'm falling in love with I was as dry as a bone!"

Most nights before going to bed I sit in front of my dressing table to brush my hair and remove my makeup. Sometimes I wear a dressing gown, but often, particularly when Kevin and I were getting on well, I would be naked but that night I was just wearing my panties. I remember they were light blue, but weren't the ones that had earlier been under the seat of my car.

As I was doing that, Kevin was in bed reading and watching the news and suddenly he got out and without a word came up behind me, kissed the back of my head, put his arms around me, grabbed my breasts and pressed his erection against my back.

"What are you doing?" I asked sounding surprised and shocked, maybe because my mind with regards to sex was now focused totally on one man and that wasn't him.

"Trying to have sex with the most ravishing woman I know," he replied rather smarmily.

"Well maybe she doesn't feel like it?" I responded.

"Well maybe this'll help her feel a little more like it," he went on stroking and pinching my nipples with one hand in just the way he knew I liked it as he slid the other down between my legs.

The combination of his erection pressing into me, his hands on my breasts and pussy and the thoughts of what Daniel and I had so nearly done and, indeed, what we had done earlier today, got to me. I didn't want them to and I tried to stop them but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I just couldn't stop myself responding to my husband, although as I did it was Daniel's hands that were on my body, his lips on mine and his cock in my hand. In my mind, in my wishful imaginations it was Daniel that pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed. It was him that kissed and caressed me and it was his hardness that I stroked and rubbed.

And as Kevin turned me over saying, "I want you this way," I imagined that it was Daniel's erection that momentarily pressed right against the entrance to my anus. I panicked for a moment thinking that Kevin was going to force his way in there, but he didn't. He knew that I wouldn't want that and that I have a slight distaste for anal penetration, well at least by a penis, so he slid past that place and was quickly inside me.

"My my, madam you are wet, you must have wanted it, or me very badly," he said as he pushed his way right up me until I could feel his pubes against my bottom and his balls against my thighs. Then, to my consternation, amazement and remorse he fucked me to an enormous double orgasm.

I felt terrible the next day. It was as though I'd been unfaithful to Daniel. Even though neither of us had discussed sex with our partners I sort of felt that we wouldn't be having it with them. I felt that I should have been able to resist my husband and keep myself pure and clean for my lover, if that makes any sense. My rather convoluted logic was saying, "Don't give your husband his conjugal rights while you're considering being unfaithful to him by committing adultery with your lover."

Also, I did, rather desperately at times, wanted to ask Daniel whether he still had sex with Fiona but, fearing the answer and him asking me the, 'do you and him,' question, I thought that some things are best left unsaid. Some of the other things in that category that had got me to being undressed in the back of my car included, the make-up stains on Kevin's shirts, the times he was unavailable on his phone and when his PA wasn't sure where he was and his lame excuses for coming home far later than a business dinner requires.

Kevin went away on a business trip around Europe the day after we'd had sex and that gave me the time and opportunity to think more deeply about where my marriage was going and just what effect having sex with Daniel, which we were doing to one extent or another each time we met, would have on it. And then a couple of days into his business trip came the bombshell question from Daniel

"Jay would you consider," he asked tentatively and hesitantly as he looked keenly at me for my reactions, "A hotel one afternoon?"