When It All Changed The Weekend

This is the fourth part of my story series "Fun, An Affair then Who Knows Where".

In the last part, Steph had invited me to stay when Pete was away. We shared a threesome with her friend, Suni and enjoyed the prospect of being with each other for a weekend...together...alone. In this part, Steph takes me somewhere special and we explore each other sexually breaking new boundaries for both of us. Our time together would change everything.

Thank you for reading and comments are welcome and helpful.

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Steph and I slept well after our day with Suni. I woke to her touch, tracing her finger down my chest as I came to.

"Hello, Steph."

"Good morning, you lovely man. Recovered from yesterday's activities?"

"I think so. That was a special day."

"Well, I'm hoping we'll have another one today."

We cuddled up for a while. Steph laid on me and quite happily placed her arm so it laid against my erect penis. My mind wandered, thinking back to the day before.

For an inexperienced woman sexually, Suni certainly displayed an eager willingness to try things. I'd found Suni to be extremely attractive and sexy. Her dark skin and petite, perfect body were beautiful. I looked forward to hopefully being close with her again.

Still in bed together, Steph and I were like young lovers, smiling and giggling at each other as we exchanged touches and kisses.

"Steph, is there anything you'd like to do today?"

"Apart from fucking you senseless?"

"Well, just in case you wanted to go outside maybe?"

"Well, I wondered if we might go out today? We'd have to travel a while but I know a bit of the coast where we wouldn't be disturbed and unlikely to see anybody we know."

"We could do that."

"And..." Steph was tracing her finger on my chest, thinking. "I...would like to try anal sex with you today. I've...been practising and it turns me on that you might be in there rather than my little dildo."

"I'd like to try that with you. We have the time, don't we?"

"Yes, we do. I'll make some breakfast but firstly..."

Steph slowly pulled back the duvet to reveal my fully awake penis. She moved close to my ear and whispered.

"There was so much going on with Suni yesterday, I didn't get enough of you to myself. Don't do anything. Just lay there."

Steph moved down and, with time at her disposal, she indulged herself in getting close with me. All around my genitals, Steph slowly explored, touched, caressed, licked me. She took her time to feel my erection, the veins, the contours in the skin along my length. Her touch was so delicate.

Placing her lips on my tip, very slowly, Steph allowed me to enter her mouth. This was not about the climax. Steph seemed to be genuinely enjoying my body and the effect she was having. She was in control.

Without ever working into an urgent rhythm, Steph lightly guided me to open my legs. She rose up and knelt between them. She took me back in and, while making a tighter ring with her thumb and forefinger around my erection, moved it up and down alongside slowly moving me in and out of her mouth.

She lifted off for a moment.

"Andy, you just got harder inside my mouth again."

"I'm nearly there, Steph. What you're doing is just..."

I didn't get to finish the sentence because the warmth of Steph's mouth enveloped almost my entire length and, only now, did Steph induce some momentum in her movement. I knew to not hold back as Steph had already taken me enough to know when I was going to come.

I felt a surge within me as I climaxed, my semen feeling hot, and in a rush, as I released into her. Contracting my muscles again and again to make sure I had given her all I could, Steph released me as the heat of my ejaculation passed and she settled back down beside me again, a gentle smile on her face.

"Oooh, you came a lot there. I like that!"

"Not too much?"

"I can take it all, especially from you. I adore sucking your cock. It's so thick."

"Glad I could be of service, madam!"

We both chuckled and laid there for a few minutes.

"Steph, you were so attentive to me there. Can I return the favour?"

"Yes, please." Steph had a big smile on her face. "I could let you lick me out all day. I love it. In fact, just leave your tongue when you go and I'll stick it in my cunt permanently!"

"You'd never get off the bed!"

"I could think of worse things..."

Laughing as we kissed, I moved around her to be on top. I loved the way her body displayed a little definition in her muscles sometimes, liked she'd done sports. Her body was beautiful.

Steph's legs were on my shoulders so her labia were fully on display and almost parted to hint at the softness beneath. I wanted to show her it was important for a man to spend time pleasing her. The same way she had just spent time with me. I enjoyed taking the time to feel her reaction to my touches and kisses.

I made her giggle. Whilst exploring her body, it occurred to me that I was beginning to know her body and reactions quite well, I had a great time licking and sucking her lips and clit. The giggle came when I let my tongue trace down below her vagina and touch on her perineum. That touch made her twitch and an involuntary giggle came out.

"Ooh, that really is a nice spot. You can do that again, yum!"

Steph was starting to get more excited and livelier as I enjoyed myself swapping between fully sucking her clit and massaging her perineum with my tongue. I put a finger on her anal opening, as a tease.

Immediately, Steph reacted. "Andy, I have the oil."

In our phone calls, I had mentioned about coconut oil and how it helped. Steph, ever prepared, had bought some and quickly jumped up to get it out of a kitchen cupboard.

Steph was quickly back, laying on the bed, legs parted, her vulva on display while I admired her naked form. I never tired of seeing Steph undressed.

"I'm ready for you, Andy. Really...ready."

I knew what to do with it from my previous experiences. I got a little oil in the lid of the bottle and covered my finger in it. Steph held her legs behind her knees and pulled them up. Slowly, but quite easily with a little massaging, my finger started to help her ring relax and accept my finger.

Steph gazed at me with intent, breathing deeply. I could feel her ring compressing my finger as it entered deeper into her.

"Oooh, Andy, I love it. Don't stop moving in me. Nice and slow."

She was actively moving her body up and down on my finger. Keeping my finger in her anus, I went down on her. I found her clit again -- teasing and sucking. She was trying to not move but the reaction of her body to what I was doing made it hard for her to stay still.

I could feel her legs flailing in the air as the sensation of my tongue and finger consumed her. Her breathing getting short, those were sending ripples of sexual arousal running through her body.

Steph's hips rose, my finger slipped out of her bum and Steph fingered herself to her summit, holding her breath until her ultimate peak then letting out almost a roar as her orgasm consumed her senses.

She flopped down, breathing heavily, looking at me. Her stare didn't break. I sat back on my knees, watching her find her peace after a deeply sexual moment. After a couple of minutes, she sat herself up and sat cross-legged in front of me and placed her hands on each side of my face.

"I love your cock. I love your tongue. I love what you're doing with me. I love..."

Steph stopped herself and didn't finish the sentence.

She kissed me, long and with tenderness. No tongues, just a kiss that, I felt, said more than Steph felt she could say.

Steph got up to sort some breakfast and tea. I tidied up a bit from the day before.

"Leave the sofa as it is, Andy. We'll need that later."

We ate and showered. I cleaned up hearing Steph move about upstairs to find some clothes.

Steph came back through the door. She was simply dressed but looked lovely. A dark coloured thin cardigan, partially buttoned up and gently clinging to her shape, with a wrap-around mid-thigh skirt and a pair of worn-in white trainers.

She flicked her hair back and looked at me, smiling with a little hint of make-up on again, and, for the first time, I knew for sure that I was genuinely attracted to her. I knew there was no point in trying to tell myself that this is just about playing with sex. We had made an active choice to be with each other today and Pete was nowhere to be seen.

Walking to my car, Steph remarked that I certainly made sure I was far away as I'd parked a further street away than I needed to. Steph directed me out of her estate and we got on the road. Where we were going was a good hour away so, probably for the longest time since I'd known her, Steph and I were dressed in each other's presence and not about to embark on some physical activity so we chatted.

"Steph, I happened to notice that you have a quite athletic build. Did you ever do sports?"

Steph was candid.

"I did, Andy, but I fucked it up. At the time, I was a runner for sport and a swimmer for fun. I was good too. The school had started helping me run for county, heading towards amateur nationals. That continued into college. I had speed, and fitness, over 800, 1500 metres but..."

Steph stopped, stared out of the side window for a moment, then sighed and continued.

"I was too damn clever for my own good. Started fucking around with the boys and parties and drinking and then a few drugs too. That's when the "Stevie" nonsense came about."

"You were still on that when I met you the first time in the pub with Pete."

"Yes, I was trying to escape it all by then. I was a bloody fool. I ruined any sporting potential because I got lazy. Do you want a dirty, sad but funny story?"

"Go on then."

"Probably my last serious athletics practice on a Saturday. I only just about got there because I was burning the candle at both ends...in fact I melted the candle. Anyway, doing my warm-ups, I started to feel very wet below. Stupidly, I'd had sex about an hour before turning up so I've got sperm soaking through my sports pants! Every time I ran, more came out. Good job they were black so it didn't show!"

It was funny in itself but I could sense the regret in Steph's voice and manner that things had gone the way they did. She continued.

"At the end of that session, my coach said I was lacking commitment. He was right, my times were going in the wrong direction because I was either tired or on something so, when I did stop, I just sank further in to the ditch for a while."

"Oh Steph, that must have been so hard. You know, you could go back to it, couldn't you."

"Oh, I could, just for my own benefit, but..." again a pause, "...he doesn't support it."

I'd noticed Steph actively declined to use Pete's name when it came up. I chose not to question it then.

"He doesn't support it?"

"No, I brought it up about a year ago and he came up with a list of reasons why I shouldn't, mostly, in hindsight, based around me when the "Stevie" thing was going on. I'm not that person now, haven't been for a good while."

"Do you think Pete actually knows you, the person you are, now?"

Another silence.

"No, I don't."

"So "Stevie" was a bad place, then?"

"Yes, thankfully, I left that behind. I was discovering myself again when I met him so the "Stevie" thing was a defence mechanism against people I didn't know, as well as some of the nasty shits I did know. I was trying to avoid any chance of getting caught up again in the circle that ruined things in the first place."

We drove on, meandering down country lanes until Steph pointed out a right turn that she clearly knew. Down a leafy tree-covered road, we emerged at a small car park with one or two cars. A line of large rocks formed the border, beyond which were some small copses edging a rising hill up to a cliff and, in the distance, the glistening reflection of the sun on the sea.

"Where are we, Steph?"

"Mum and Dad used to come here. We'd rent a caravan at the campsite a few hundred yards back and we'd come down here for the day when I was a kid. There are paths through the woods and down to the beach. It's really quiet and lovely. Come on."

Steph was happy to be here and grabbed my hand. We walked and, as I took in the scenery of an unspoilt bay and small cliffs and trees, she interlinked her fingers with mine and didn't let go. Steph led us to the edge of the car park and the rocks. In front of us, a gentle decline towards a stony beach and the sea.

Steph took a deep breath in, still holding my hand.

"I love this place, Andy. I really do."

"This is special, isn't it. To you."

"Yes, a reminder of when it was all OK...happy."

She surveyed the landscape for a minute or two. We were still holding hands. I found myself looking at her face in profile, as she enjoyed a serene, peaceful moment.

"Andy?"

"Yes, Steph."

"Today..."

She turned to me and held both my hands.

"Can it just be you and me here today? Just two people together. Not me being his wife, not anything. Just you and me."

Clearly what we'd talked about had hit a nerve and Steph had a slightly vulnerable look on her face as she asked this.

"Yes, Steph. You and me."

She held a hand to either side of my face and kissed me gently, before looking toward the sea.

"I need to be here today. It's been so long. Thank you for agreeing to this, bringing me here."

"Show me around, Steph. Show me bits you remember and tell me why."

We embarked on an ambling personal tour for Steph of places and situations she recalled from her childhood and, by extension, glimpses into her family, her history. By the time we'd clambered over rocks, walked along the stony beach and looked at trees in the forest, I came to have a more complete picture of her.

Steph led us through the forest she clearly knew to a little grassy patch poking out from a copse atop one of the small cliffs overlooking the bay. It was a place you'd have to know was there.

We sat down and Steph stared out to sea. The silence was perfect until Steph wanted to speak.

"I can't get him to come here, you know. He doesn't see the point."

"But this place is important to you."

"Yes, but, and certainly how it is now, if it doesn't concern him then he doesn't see the reason to bother"

"Did you explain why this trip would be worth it?"

"Yes, but...he says it would only make me unhappy."

"You've been really excited showing me this today."

"I know, it's great to show you this place. Thank you for listening." She stared out to the sea again. "Look, can I be straight with you, Andy?"

"Yes. What is it, Steph?"

"OK..."

Steph was silent for a long time. She reset herself and sat cross-legged facing me.

The sea breeze blew her hair a little. She swept it back. She looked beautiful in the sunlight.

"I'm in a safe place. Here. With you. I hate most of my life. He is more interested in drink than me. I suggested the sex thing with you in the hope that it might fire him up again, create an interest in me but, as you can see, eventually it just gets in the way of him drinking. So..."

Steph paused and I let her collect her thoughts.

"Andy, I was overjoyed when you agreed to the idea of coming over this weekend. Not just because of the sex, even though that was...is...will be great. I wanted to show you this. It feels like you're here for me."

"I am, Steph. I am."

"Thank you. Well..."

Steph's gaze was directly at me. She squeezed my hands tightly.

"I don't necessarily want us, the sex, this, what we might get into...to have to involve him."

"I totally get it, Steph. Is this partly why we're here today?"

"Yes, because I do feel happy here...and I needed to tell you as soon as I could. Since the last time, the barbeque, I just felt...like I deserved to feel how you made me feel. You bothered to make sure I felt good first. That never, never happens with him."

"I can't say I hadn't noticed, Steph. It seems a bit one-way-traffic sex wise."

"Yes, it is and I hate it. I know kind of what I'm suggesting by saying I don't want him involved but I need...I want you...for me, just me, if only for a little while.

This Steph was so far away from the woman I first met. "Tell me what you think, please. Have I blown it, this, us by feeling like this and telling you?"

I could feel Steph's vulnerability at having laid everything out in front of me. I took her hands and placed them inside mine.

"Steph, look at me, please." She looked vulnerable in a way I'd not seen.

"I didn't know you very well and yet, physically, we've shared an awful lot. I came to you yesterday because I missed you and wanted to see you again."

Steph smiled. I continued.

"As awful as it may sound considering we met because I know Pete, the idea of you and me having some time to ourselves was great for me. I've thought about you a lot."

"Really, Andy?"

"Yes. I don't want to break up your marriage but I have to tell you that I find you very attractive. I don't want this just to be fucking for the sake of it. That's not me. But what this is half saying is that we could end up having an "affair", couldn't we?"

I almost couldn't believe what I was saying...except that I knew I wanted more of her and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Steph looked at me intently before replying.

"Would that scare you?"

"Yes...and no. I want you, Steph. I want to know you and if you want me, especially as he doesn't seem to bother, then I'm here for you."

"Really?" Steph was slightly wide-eyed, almost startled looking as I continued being honest with her.

"Yes, Steph, I adore you and if you want to spend time with me, we'll find a way."

"Oh, Andy. Yes...just fucking yes. All day long, yes."

Steph launched herself forward and we ended up in a passionate embrace, a loving kiss, our tongues exploring each other, imbued with new meaning in the light of what we'd just declared to each other.

A little while later, we were laying in the sun. Steph's little spot truly was secluded as, although there were some people way down below, no-one had come anywhere near us in what must have been an hour or more. The sun was watery yet warming enough that we were comfortable together. Steph was laying back so I turned to her, leaning up with my head against my hand.

"Steph?"

"Yes, Andy."

"I love your body, you know. You haven't lost the tone from when you were doing the sporty stuff."

"That was years ago!"

"Doesn't matter. I especially love the way you look naked."

"Well, no-one's ever said that, although not that too many have had the chance! Very nice though. There's a part of me that likes that you've been taking notice of how I look. That's really lovely."

I reached for her arm and gently stroked it. Steph moved her arm so our hands interlocked.

"Andy, you know it's quiet here. You can undo some buttons if you'd like to. I'd like you to touch me. We'll be on our own."

Steph laid back. I was full of a feeling that, for the first time, I was touching her not just for sexual stimulation but for deeper reasons. To feel her, to appreciate her, to make her feel that I wanted to be close to her.

My hand brushed her face. I wanted us both to experience every sensation. I traced her jawline down to her neck and followed the "v" of the neckline of her cardigan until my fingers met the first button. I gently undid it. The slight tightness of her cardigan meant that the sides pulled away to reveal some of her skin.

Another button and her cardigan parted further, showing that Steph had nothing on underneath. I traced my finger around and felt her skin, to see her reaction to the sensation of my touch. The slowness of this made me aware of my increasing heartbeat, of the anticipation.

I undid another and her top loosened more. The material relaxed and I caught sight of part of the curve of her breast, the shape of her nipple, slightly erect underneath her top.