Part three of this story picks up directly after the end of parts 1 & 2, which were told from the perspective of Martin and Janet. It makes sense to read either or both of those to know the characters and what has happened before. But dive in here if it takes your fancy. I hope you like the story.
The initial moments after sex on an unplanned hook up can be many things. It can be awkward as both parties come down from the high of orgasm and lust and start to sit with what they have done. Perhaps reality setting in for the unfaithful married man (me). What have I done? I have had unprotected sex with a woman I've just met. Never mind the risk of catching something. What about the risk of conceiving? What if she is a "bunny boiler" (ref: Fatal Attraction film from the 80's - a classic) and comes chasing after me and upends my marriage? (More fool you I hear you say. You should not be sleeping around).
On Janet's part, maybe she is thinking how is this now going to play out with 2 more days of a workshop to go (actually, I was thinking that as well)? How many of her colleagues clocked that she was flirting with me and was up for some mischief? Did her boss notice and if she did, what might that mean for both of us?
But awkward was happily not the feeling either of us had. Having checked that I didn't want to dash off and get to my own bed, Janet snuggled into me, throwing a leg across my hips as she kissed me.
I could feel my cum leaking out of her and she jumped up to clean herself up. I pulled her back and said I'd do that. She seemed surprised and delighted at the same time, as I pushed her back and moved down to her dripping pussy and licked up all our combined juices. "Mmmmmmm. I love a cream pie for a bedtime snack." "Most men don't do that." she said "Their loss. Any excuse to get into your pussy."
"I still need to pee. Unless you'd like some of that as well" she laughed. "I'll pass on that...for now" I said. I lay back and watched as she walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying naturally and her pert bum and slim legs every man's dream. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin; knew she was attractive and was more than happy to let her lover feast on her departing profile.
A few minutes later I got the front view as she returned to bed. Beautiful breasts gently bouncing as she walked, her nipples still stiff from the arousal of 10 minutes ago. My own cock was still slightly engorged, seeming to understand that soon he would be in action again and not wanting to deflate fully. And then that smooth shaved pussy that I had just had the pleasure of licking clean of our combined juices.
The night was warm, so there was no need for any covers. Our own bodies created extra warmth as she lay beside me, looking at my face quizzically. I looked back wondering where we were going to go. "So, how did you end up in my bed Martin?" "What's your back story?"
When someone asks that question and you're 41 years old, there's a decision to be made as to how much to tell and what exactly is the purpose behind the question. Janet knew I was married because I had a wedding ring and I had mentioned in passing my wife during the workshop (I used to do that deliberately to signal to women that I was taken. Fat lot of good it did me this time!)
When we'd been talking earlier, neither of us had talked much about our current situation or relationships. We'd gone into some sexy talk about 1 night stands, what we liked to do during sex and improving with age but not much else. But she'd asked the question and I liked her curiosity.
So, I talked her through where I was at. I started with work and how I'd started my own business 13 years ago and grown it to a million-dollar business (this was 2003) with work all over the Asia Pacific region for all sorts of companies.
Then my personal circumstances. Married for 13 years to Alex and how being with her had liberated me sexually in many ways and the love we felt had allowed us to explore, to play and to experiment. We'd done some low-level bondage - handcuffs, tying up to bedposts, gags. Some light spanking, until we both had red cheeks but we both realised that pain - receiving or inflicting - was not a huge turn on for either of us.
Some role playing, where we would meet in bars and act like we didn't know each other, dressing differently and adopting different personalities. When staying in small hotels, Alex going to bed before me and then me sneaking into the room in the dark and acting like an intruder, forcing myself into her, whilst talking to her with a mix of reassurance but also telling her she wanted this and how my come was going to be inside her and she shouldn't wash it out. I guess that's a rape fantasy of sorts.
Anal sex, although that wasn't something that was on the table often, we did both feel open enough to try it. Let's face it, the women is the one who needs to OK anal and also get herself prepared. These porn videos and stories where the guy is thrusting into a virgin ass and the woman orgasms in minutes is pure fantasy. There is truth in the line that if you want to get dirty with anal, you need to get clean first.
Alex also had some toys: vibrators, a couple of dildos and some beads and we used them together from time to time and she certainly gave them a workout whilst I was travelling.
We'd experimented with sex and drugs, particularly ecstasy in the early 90's, which is not called the love drug for nothing. If you are already in love, it heightens everything and the sex, the fucking, or the love making is intense.
Then there was fucking in interesting places. On top of a cliff in Scotland. In the sea at Cape Tribulation. On the beach in France. In a hotel swimming pool in Port Douglas. In our back garden. Joining the mile high club on a long-haul flight (not that sexy actually but nice to have done it).
If all this sounds pretty damned exciting for a marriage, you'd be right. But things had tailed off. I ran my own business and was busy scaling up, with overseas and interstate trips every month. Alex was tired with her work and the normality of married life, even without kids, which we were trying for (that's a whole other story, which I won't go into here), caused the passion and excitement to drop off markedly.
