Sex Is Inevitable

A few words from the author.

The relationship between love and sex is often discovered in an affair as one or both of those elements are frequently missing in a marriage. It's usually one of those that the straying partner seeks and finds in the other party and that was certainly the case with Kevin and me. And it wasn't the latter that was missing as sex with my husband was always available and generally, even as I was starting with Daniel, he was screwing me and making me cum, but that wasn't from love. That doesn't mean I particularly enjoyed what we did, but he did usually get me off, which frustrated me as it was just sex and there was no longer any love involved. In my more pensive moments, and believe me there were many, I tried analysing why a man I certainly now felt let down by due to his cheating and who I disliked, could do that, but I found no satisfactory answers.

Obviously, I also thought about love and sex with Daniel and why I was willing and eager to go so much further sexually with him. I had no idea just what it meant from a love point of that I let him shag me in a shop doorway or in the open air in a forest as we walked our dogs and other places where the chances of being caught were high. Also, I couldn't work out for some time why my I was willing to experiment and do things with and to him that I didn't with Kevin.

But I did and this part of my story looks at some of the sexual things that my love for him persuaded me to do as part of this amazing affair.

Love,

J x

Up until those two nights we spent in that country house hotel when Daniel was at a conference at the NEC, our sex had been fairly straightforward. Okay, we'd got near to doing it in some pretty risky places out of doors, but our opportunities to be sexually creative and adventurous had been limited. That hadn't bothered us too much as we felt lucky to find any location where we could make love. That changed, though, when we were due to sleep together for two nights when he was giving a presentation at a conference to which I'd wangled one of the ad agencies who employed me to get me an invitation. We'd stayed at a lovely old, but rather stuffy country house hotel some way away from the NEC in Birmingham where the conference was being held.

For some reason on the first night I'd worn a thin, white, nearly see-through dress with nothing under it and just a pair of strappy four-inch heels, ear rings and a big smile as we had dinner in the hotel restaurant. That exhibitionism seemed to trigger something in our relationship. I wasn't sure then, nor am now, just what it was that changed the way we made love or what caused us to become more adventurous, but those two nights added so much to our sexual repertoire. And much of that change came about because I made the most delicious, lengthy and so enjoyable oral love to him.

After dinner and a drink in the bar as we sort of 'performed' for the twenty or so other guests with me turning us both on by flashing my body at them, we had gone to bed and I put all of my experience into fellating Daniel. Actually, the real experience wasn't that much as I had rarely 'blown' Kevin, but since having Daniel as my lover I had boned up on it and had watched quite a lot of porn oral sex. I hadn't just given him a quick blow job, but a lengthy loving of his cock and balls up to and including him cumming in my mouth and me looking him right in the eyes as I swallowed all he'd shot in there.

Later that evening Daniel had returned the pleasure by licking me to a fabulous orgasm. He was brilliant at slowly building me up, so that he almost made me cum, but held me there for what seemed an age, before doing something with his tongue and fingers that made my climax explode. As he built me up he used his mouth and hands all over my thighs, between my legs, on my bottom and, of course on my clit and pussy. On my bottom that included licking along the crease and between my cheeks and pressing his tongue right on the hole that he followed up by pressing a finger against it. That had been as far as we went that night as he couldn't take any more stimulation and so we had made long, languid and very loving sex before falling asleep in each other's arms.

If the sex before sleep had been wonderful, then that after waking up in his arms the next morning was simply mind-blowing as was the easy-going, loving sex we had before I watched him getting ready and dressing for a meeting he had to attend. I didn't need to hurry as he wasn't giving his presentation in the main hall until eleven and he was then occupied with other meetings until mid-afternoon when we planned to have a late lunch cum early dinner then fuck each other's brains out for the rest of the afternoon and evening, and maybe night as well I hoped.

As I had mooched around the exhibition centre alone fighting off a couple of potential pick-ups I was thinking about Daniel and me, where our affair was going and what I really wanted from it. I didn't get very far with that line of thinking for as usual I came up against the brick wall of our families and what we could do about them, so I reverted to simply thinking about the present. And that, of course aroused me making me wonder whether perhaps I should have agreed to one of the pick-ups to get a quick fuck in before my afternoon date with my lover. Of course, that was wishful and totally unacceptable thinking as I was now looking at myself as being more and more Daniel's woman. Recently, I could hardly bear Kevin's groping, slobbering kisses and aggressive attention and my attitude towards Fiona, Daniel's wife, was changing.

Whereas, when he and I had started, I had felt sorry for her I was now becoming insanely jealous of her as she shared his bed, and body if she wanted it, nearly every night, although he swore they rarely had sex and when they did, it was very tame. I felt myself wanting to make him love me more than he did her and, possibly mistakenly, believed the way to do that was to give him more exciting sex. In our pillow talk, I'd learned that she rarely gave him blow jobs, never let him cum in her mouth, didn't like him going down on her, refused any anal play whatsoever considering it to be dirty and at best she let him fuck every other week, usually on a Friday night. Also, I had recently found myself wanting to be,more adventurous, and thus, I hoped, more exciting than her.

Also, I began to understand that the limited time a couple having an affair spent together had to be made as special as it could be. There wasn't the time to fully develop their relationship as couples living together can, so they had to find other ways and means to express their love for each other. In many, maybe most and certainly our affair that became the amount and level of sexual activity that we got up to. It was almost as if we were saying to each other, 'my love for you is so great that I'll do anything sexual that you want.'

"Let's pretend that it's your birthday, Christmas and Honaker all rolled up into one shall we?" I said when we got back to the room in mid-afternoon after a late lunch.

"What do you mean?"

"Well sexy pants," I said undoing the buttons on my blouse, "Get your kit off and lay on the bed and I'll show you," I told him drawing the curtains so that the room was nicely and romantically dim. Picking up the bottle of red wine that I'd had sent up, I poured two generous glasses and as he finished undressing I handed him one noting with a thrill that he was already erect. He sat on the bed and looked at me as I shrugged my blouse off and turned offering my back to him to undo my bra.

"God this so wonderful isn't Dan?" I said easing the bra off my boobs and dropping it on the floor.

"What in particular is?"

"Being alone, in a nice room, with time to do anything, I so wish we had this more often."

"Yes I do too, but we just can't can we?"

"Well we could," I said undoing the zip on my skirt and letting it slip down my legs to lay in a bunch around my ankles so he could ogle my as good as bare bum, "But the mess would be awful wouldn't it?" I asked, wondering and maybe slightly hoping he'd disagree. However, as we had agreed never to discuss our future unless it was to end the affair, he didn't comment as I turned to face him wearing just the black, lacy-top holdups, black thong and four-inch, strappy heels.

"Oh Jay, you look great," he whispered running his gaze up and down my body as I cupped both of my boobs, lifted them up and pressing them together, I moved closer to him and then stopped and looked him in the eye as I continued squeezing and rolling my tits together. Still holding them I moved even closer and rubbed both of my boobs across his face making sure that my hardened nipples brushed across and lingered on his mouth that he opened, so he could briefly suck them. With one of my nipples in his mouth I muttered, "Take them off darling," he didn't say anything, but the raising of his eyebrows told me that he was asking what I meant, so I went on, "My panties luv, take them off me so I am naked for you." He got what I meant and pushed the thong down until it was around my knees when I moved my legs to shuffle them further down until they were around my ankles and I could flip them off my feet. "Now lay down, please?" He did as I asked and I lay beside him running my hand over his chest, pinching and then gently biting his nipples before holding his cock and stroking that a few times as I offered my boobs to him again that he greedily sucked, which was lovely as I muttered, "Turn over please?"

"What?"

"Lay on your front for me luv."

He has a nice shaped back that narrows down nicely from his armpits to his waist and then flares up a bit to his gorgeously pert bum that I adore. It was that which was attracting my attention as I lay beside him and eased my chest onto his back, squashing my tits firmly against it, before lightening the pressure and brushing them up and down the smooth flesh all the time working my way downwards to the two beautiful mounds of bum flesh. After rubbing my nipples all over his cheeks, I took hold of one of my boobs and I pushed the rock-hard nipple in between the two lovely lumps of male flesh and ran it up and down the crease. He was now moaning, sighing and squirming slightly as I pushed it right against his butt hole and whispered, rather naughtily really, "Nice Daniel, has Fiona done this to you?"

"No. No never no one has Jay just you, you wonderful woman," he groaned lifting himself up from the bed a little.

"Want more?"

"Oh fuck yes, yes please," he groaned as stroking the inside of his thighs and gently squeezing his balls, I licked and kissed each cheek in turn and then gently bit them before slowly licking my way nearer and nearer to the lovely deep crevice between them. Pausing for a moment or two to gauge his reaction, as I had read that some men are averse to oral anal, I was relieved and pleased to see and feel nothing, so I continued my journey and slid my tongue right onto the base of his spine hovering it just above the start of the crease in his ass, just in case he had a delayed adverse reaction. Feeling none, I slowly inched my tongue down his coccyx and into the start of his ass cleavage where I again stopped, fondled and gently squeezed his balls for a short while bringing more moans and sighs from him as he groaned, "Oh Jay, oh fuck, oh yes baby yes," which gave me the encouragement to go farther. Moving down the crease I let some saliva dribble from my mouth that I then washed along it with my tongue until both arrived right on the puckered, darker coloured hole in his ass. As I pressed the tip of my tongue on it his whole body jerked just like a horse being broken in. The combination of my tongue and the spittle had softened and opened it up a bit so the pointed tip slid in a little way, which judging by his body almost convulsing and the groans and 'fucks' and 'oh yesses,' coming out of his mouth, told me he was enjoying it.

But I wanted to do more, give him greater pleasure and excitement and take us both to places of such eroticism that we'd not been to before and would now cherish for ever. So, with his anal hole relaxed and wet, I gently pressed my finger on it, not so much to penetrate, but more as an enquiry. I put the ball right back in his court as I waited for his reaction that seemed to be an age in coming, but at last I felt him pushing back on my finger. I felt so pleased when I realised that he wanted me to go further, yes Daniel wanted me to finger fuck him up his ass.

I had never done this before and as I applied a little more pressure with my finger I worried that the length of my nail might not be suitable for such ass play, so I very gingerly pushed against the skin surrounding his sphincter muscle effectively opening that up in the opposite way to which its intended and waited for any adverse reaction. There was none, merely more groans and sighs of pleasure, some writhing of his lovely ass and pushing that back as he lifted himself up from the bed. That encouraged me and I pushed my finger further into him as at the same time I squashed my tits against his arm and back and kissed his neck as I whispered, "So baby, how do you like your Jay finger-fucking your ass?"

He grunted something that I couldn't make out, but took for approval and still kissing his shoulders and squirming my boobs all over his back I slowly pumped my fingers up and down in his asshole as I finger-fucked him to a massive climax that he deposited right on the duvet of my bed.

Naturally we had the post-cum pillow talk, but after that we didn't talk much about what I'd just done to him. During the next few days I had moments when I wondered if I'd gone too far? If maybe he couldn't take such a situation and considered it, and along with that, me, a deviant practice. It was made more difficult as he and Fiona were away for a few days at a family wedding so we were out of contact. During that time I had the most bizarre thoughts going through my mind including the feeling that Fiona had somehow found out that he was having sex with someone else, and to combat that she was doing the most sexually outrageous things to him. In my more sensible moments I knew that was unlikely, verging on impossible, but still I had some lingering doubts about what I had done and whether rimming and finger-fucking him were a bridge too far.

When we met on the dog walk after he returned from the long weekend at the wedding, I was hellishly nervous and really worried. A big part of me thought the worst and felt that this might be the end of it and that he was going to dump me. But his demeanour in front of the other walkers was pretty much as usual and immediately we were alone he took me in his arms and kissing me said, "I've got some great news," which made my pulse race and heart beat faster as I immediately though, 'He's leaving her.'

Of course, it wasn't such good news, but almost so, when he explained that he'd met a very old friend at the wedding and told me, "He's just bought a house which he's turning into an Airbnb." I didn't get the significance of that to us until he went on and explained that whilst his lifelong mate, who lived miles away now, was gaining the various planning permissions he'd offered to look after the place and told me, "The house is only a few miles from here, so my lovely, for a few months, we'll have a bed available whenever we want it, isn't that great?" As the significance of that sunk in I held him tight, pressed my entire body against his and kissed him full on the mouth as I whispered, "How about now?"

"And on top of that it has a large garden that's dog proof so we don't need to walk them when we go there!" he said ignoring my question about now.

As it happens there were planning inspectors at the house today but, as he informed me, "It'll be empty all tomorrow, and we can spend as long as we want doing exactly what we want," my interest was piqued and I became rather aroused. So, as we walked the dogs we chatted about both the slightly longer and shorter-term ramifications and I realised that our affair was clearly moving onto another level as, whilst that was available, we could have all the sex we wanted. It had already moved to a pretty intense level as we talked so much having real conversations and not just chit chat. We'd found that we held similar views on a number of topics, the war in the Middle East, Trump and America, the latter we both loved the former we saw as a dangerous joke, politics with both of us being slightly left of centre and a host of other topics. I found it quite amazing after my years of serious conversation almost blackout with Kevin, that as we walked the dogs, or lay naked in bed that we actually discussed things including, what we'd seen on TV, what was going on in the world and our sexual exploits, including me saying as we sat at the café with our coffee.

"I was worried that you might have disapproved Dan."

"Disapproved of what?"

Looking around to make sure no one could hear, I whispered, "What we, well me really, did last time?"

Considerately as he must have seen how difficult this was for me, he grasped my hand and whispered back, "Jay, it was wonderful, everything you've done and we've done together has been and will be even more now, wonderful."

I squeezed his hand, smiled and said, "Thanks luv."

As we finished the walk, which was through a fairly heavily wooded area, we stopped a couple of times to kiss and although it was fairly chilly, he slid his hand inside my Barbour, up my cashmere jumper and onto my boobs. Pressing myself against him I felt his erection and I so wanted it that I whispered, "God I wish we had that place right now don't you?"

With a bit of a chuckle he replied, "And my lusty maid what's that? Are you missing or wanting something?"

"Yes I am and badly," I muttered, squirming my stomach right against his erection as he said.

"So tell me what it is you want."

Getting into the little game of using dirty language that we played now and then, I said in a normal voice and not the whisper level we use in company, "I want to be fucked Daniel, can you help with that?"

With his hand still up inside my jumper he squeezed my tit, pushed his hard on against me and said, "Not right now Jay, but tomorrow I can and tomorrow I will because I want a very special fuck then."

"Aren't all our fucks special?"

"Yes of course, but tomorrow I want it to be extra special."

"And how do you anticipate it being extra special?"

He pinched my nipple and slid his tongue into my mouth before murmuring, "You'll find out tomorrow."

We confirmed the arrangements for the next day by phone that afternoon, but I was still left wondering what was going to be extra special about it other than us having a house to ourselves for as long as we wanted.

I was very keyed up the next day when I bundled Brad into my beaten-up Volvo estate and drove to the Airbnb, which looked to be quite lovely. Daniel's car was already there and as we'd agreed I parked down the road and around a corner for, as he'd said, "Your car might become quite a regular and anyone who knows you might know the car too."

Inside, the house lived up to its promise from the road and almost immediately I was in Daniel's arms and we were kissing and fondling each other. After showing me around he steered me to the main bedroom and as we stood looking at the nice, big bed he explained that we'd have to wash the sheets before his mate came, but he'd have a warning of that and the washing machine was working, so that shouldn't be an issue.

Knowing that I was going to be undressed at the house, I'd dressed for that so the few clothes I had on came off quickly and easily before he led me over to the bed and indicated for me to lie down. I did, right in the middle and then, with no hint of embarrassment at all, he undressed an lying beside me he took me into his arms and holding me, we kissed and his hands went all over my body, more and more zeroing in on my bum. He was squeezing it, rubbing it, gently pinching it and running his fingers up and down the crease.