The Morning After the Night Before

I have to say, I liked Julian. A lot. But I also wasn't stupid, I was married, he was married... I didn't know what would happen next but I certainly didn't have high expectations. However, the next morning, I was woken by a buzzing on my phone - a text message from Julian asking, "Are you absorbing?" We considered the fact that neither of us had expected things to go so well, or to get along so well. He wasn't sure if he should apologise for things going so quickly, because he didn't want me to think that was all that he wanted from me. He went on to text, "Goodness knows what's in the time ahead, but I'm very glad we've found each other."

He went on to ask if I could meet him that day and we agreed to meet at the shopping centre near his house. We met at the supermarket part and I had a few things to grab while I was there. When that was done, we walked through the centre, chatting. We vaguely discussed going for a coffee, but it was all so vague... eventually I asked him what he wanted to do. He said that what he really wanted to kiss me, but that he couldn't do it there. I agreed, and after some discussion, we decided to go back to his. When we got there, he brought me into the living room and we sat at the dining room table. He said that it was odd, facing the reality of what we were doing, embarking upon an affair. I asked him if he wanted to stop, and he said that he was sure that he did not.

He started kissing me there, and again, I could feel the passion building from the moment his lips touched mine. It didn't take too long before we moved upstairs again and again my clothes seemed to evaporate in the passion of the embraces. He had confessed to me that he had never received oral in his eight year relationship, and I figured that even if nothing was going to happen between us, that deserved to be changed..... so I kissed my way down his body, stroking him with my hand before taking him into my mouth. His gasp of surprise and pleasure encouraged me to suck and lick him for a few moments as his hands snaked down to entwine themselves in my hair. After a while, I pulled away, and he whispered, "Can I try?" I murmured my assent, and he laid me down before moving down to lie between my legs and tease me with his tongue, making me shiver with delight. He kissed and licked me for a few more minutes before coming back up to kiss me some more, the passion building as we wrapped our arms around each other. Again I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it felt good... so I asked him, very softly, if he wanted me. With a kiss, he told me he did, and then, slipping on a condom, pushed himself in side me. He made love to me slowly and gently, each movement sweet and thrilling. As we made love, he kissed me and held me tightly. When it was over, we cuddled and kissed some more, we talked and laughed, felt comfortable and contented.

Eventually, we had to move. I helped him to change the sheets on the bed before I left, and he kissed me goodbye before I went. I didn't know when I would see him again, but I hoped it would be soon.