We had texted lots and lots, even discussed clothing and underwear.... and so on the evening in question I dressed for the reunion very very carefully.
I showered and then blow dried my long hair, did my makeup carefully and put in my contact lenses. I sprayed on some Dior Pure Poison Elixir perfume and started to get dressed. I had bought especially a black silk and lace bra from Janet Reger, with matching French knickers and suspenders. I paired these with sheer black stockings, then slipped on a black silk dress that falls just below the knee, and black patent leather heeled shoes. I felt pretty good.
The plan was to pick him up at the airport, get him checked into his hotel and then head out for dinner....... that was the plan. Certainly the first part of it worked out ok.
I got parked near the hotel and we went in. As soon as we got out of the car, we had a big hug... was so nice to see each other after so long. I waited in the hotel lobby as he checked in, feeling very aware of the suspenders under my dress and my coat.
We got into the lift, making small talk, my heart was pounding the whole time. I didn't know what was going to happen when I got into his room with him. We got into the room, I took off my coat and Malcolm said, "Come here, you" and folded me into his arms for a big hug. I buried my face in his chest and hugged him back, until he leaned back slightly, raised his hand to my chin to tilt my head back, and kissed me.
That was the deciding moment - I had known that when he kissed me, I would know what to do, and I was shot through with lust, desire, longing. I kissed him back, softly and gently. After what seemed like a lifetime, he gently pulled away and whispered that I should relax. I was going to argue that I was fine, but then I realised that every muscle in my body was tense. I smiled as best as I could, but I was trembling slightly. Realising that he needed to tread carefully, he sat me down on the bed and made me a cup of tea while he had a shower to freshen up.
By the time he came back, I was a little calmer. He was dressed, I was still sitting on the bed. He came over and sat beside me, and said that he had to know what was under the dress. He slid his hand gently up under the skirt, smiling as he reached the top of the stockings, then parted my legs slightly so that his fingers could brush the fabric of my knickers. Then, looking at me very intently, he slipped the fabric to one side and stroked my skin before gently sliding a finger inside to feel my wetness. For minutes he skilfully manipulated me, making me taut with pleasure and my heart race. Then, I felt things were going a little too fast, and I asked him to stop. He asked why, and I said I wanted him to. He took me then for a drink in the hotel bar.
After the drink we went back to the room and ordered room service, ate and chatted, reminiscing over old times and so on, until eventually we were just chatting. He asked about my tattoo on my foot, which he couldn't see through the stockings, and asked if he could see it. I commented that I would have to remove them, and realised that if I removed them there, it would look really awkward and silly...... so I asked if he could help me.
I stood up and he slid his hands gently up my legs to unclip the suspender belt, caressing the bare skin in between, making me shiver. With the stockings freed, he ran hands up further to softly stroke my underwear, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and drawing them down to the floor. He took my hand and laid me down on the chair in the room, that had a matching footstool and sitting near me, slid his fingers inside me again. I was helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure of his fingers inside me and his thumbs rubbing against my clitoris until I was shuddering with an orgasm so strong that I was actually dizzy from it.
Then he stood in front of me, pulled me to a sitting position by my hand and removed his trousers, then his underwear. As I saw his sheer size in front of me, I was definitely trepidatious, and I knew he wanted me to take him into my mouth, but I did not have the courage. He laid me down again and bending down to kiss me, pushed himself inside me. I wasn't prepared for the feeling of fullness, for the pleasure of it as he thrust in and out of me. He felt so hard and oh so good, raising my legs to wrap around his waist, my head back in pleasure as I gasped with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew, took me by the hand and led me to the bed where he held me and we talked. He wanted to make sure I had no regrets, I wasn't going to hate him for this. I felt fairly conflicted, as you can imagine, but I was ok with it.
We cuddled and chatted until we started kissing, and the kissing grew more intense until he growled that he wanted me again, and after I nodded my assent, he again thrust himself inside me, this time lifting my legs over his shoulders to penetrate me deeply, bending down to kiss me and hold me. It was hard, and passionate, and very hot, as I gasped and moaned and he thrust into me relentlessly. Each thrust was like a new wave of pleasure and I loved it.
Again he withdrew and he held me some more, we talked, we laughed, and made love again before it was time for me to leave and go home. I was exhausted but excited, I could barely sleep with thinking about what had just happened.
That was the first time I ever cheated on my husband, and it blew my mind. I spent weeks freaking out about it, feeling conflicted, it took much longer than I thought to come to terms with it. Plus I ached for days, my thighs and stomach muscles definitely felt like I had had a workout!
From there..... well, you will have to read on to find out how I developed sexually.
mmmm i'll meet u 4 sex too ;)
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