An affair to remember

coolpen

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Imagine that you're married and bored.

You love your husband but ...

Would you cheat on-line but not in real life?

Suppose we had one of those chance meetings and the chemistry was instantaneous.

No direction, no prescription.

Let's just allow the story and our characters to develop.
 
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Wonders Why

Who would imagine that after my five tear marriage would end up in a discreet illicit affair. More so, with one of my husband's best close trusted friend. A friend who turned out to be his best man the day of our marriage. Started off with the simple hand shake, feeling that lingering squeeze leading to those tight hugs all in friendship. The sensation of my breasts onto your hard muscular chest. Your sincere flirting and occasional brushes you instill. Places that in certain thought, where is this headed to.
Married 35 yr old Sophie, educated, discreet, respected devoted catholic married Latina wife, love my husband dearly, beginning to have such illicit thoughts leading to masturbating, Wonders why.
 
Quo Vardis

Who knows where a friendship will lead? A friendship so close that it’s almost like brotherly love, nothing ever came between us and I was so proud to be your best man, to support you in the most momentous choice of your life.
Sophie was, is dazzling. From that first introduction “Tom, this is Sophie … Sophie Tom.” a handshake and the usual pleasantries “May I say, you’re the luckiest girl in the world.” But even then, there was something, like a zephyr of wind that stirred the leaves and left us both for a moment speechless and dry mouthed.
But you had your new life with your new husband and I had my life, not married yet but not without a companion for every occasion.
And then those moments when our social paths crossed: dinner with friends and eyes locked over the rims of our wine glasses, the good bye hugs which we both knew were perhaps a little too close or too long.
And the ‘good night’ which was always said and always regretted, hoping that the moment would be longer.
And my companion for this evening asks: “Tom, are you ok?”
And I reply "Yes I'm fine." and I am because I'm thinking of you.
 
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Who knows where a friendship will lead? A friendship so close that it’s almost like brotherly love, nothing ever came between us and I was so proud to be your best man, to support you in the most momentous choice of your life.
Sophie was, is dazzling. From that first introduction “Tom, this is Sophie … Sophie Tom.” a handshake and the usual pleasantries “May I say, you’re the luckiest girl in the world.” But even then, there was something, like a zephyr of wind that stirred the leaves and left us both for a moment speechless and dry mouthed.
But you had your new life with your new husband and I had my life, not married yet but not without a companion for every occasion.
And then those moments when our social paths crossed: dinner with friends and eyes locked over the rims of our wine glasses, the good bye hugs which we both knew were perhaps a little too close or too long.
And the ‘good night’ which was always said and always regretted, hoping that the moment would be longer.
And my companion for this evening asks: “Tom, are you ok?”
And I reply "Yes I'm fine." and I am because I'm thinking of you.

After our guest, Tom and his female companion have left, my husband and I retreat to our bedroom as we both change. I slip on my usual short tank top, no bra, short gym shorts, no panty as I slip into bed along side my husband. I see that he has his back to me sound asleep as I lay on my side wondering about Tom. I still sense his manly aroma he left on me from his tight hug he gave me. This felt more than I good night hug.
 
I’m lying spoons with my companion, the one I was with tonight at Sophie’s, and I snuggle into her.
But what if this was Sophie? I press a little harder, my arousal at the thought of Sophie now apparent to my companion and she opens to me.
Is this how Sophie would feel? Warm, accommodating, welcoming me into her, her nipple hardening as I hold her breast and yet I don’t want to climax, don’t want to lose the image I’m holding in my mind, the image of being like this with Sophie.
 
An affair to remember...Another affair to remember...
I am another woman prone to affairs. Entrapped by the lure of masculinity. I am exposed to wandering sex seekers at the mercy of lustful passion in the animal kingdom .

Hello, my name is Venus. Looking for love.....No, you know what I mean....I am married. It's not that what I do with men needs to be sneaky in the back-alley. You can be relaxed on your part as my prospective lover. My Hubby is a liberal man.

Affair. I go into a trance when an opportunity comes to my presence. I get sucked in......Oh man, let's go for some coffee.
 
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