Diary of a Philanderer

Recent Action

2011-01-28T04:55:00.000-08:00

Some things don't change - I'm permanently on heat. I met with an old flame last week, Carol, (38) on Wednesday afternoon. Her daughter was home sick, so we had sex in the back of her car in a pub car park. I would have liked it to be longer, but better than nothing.

I've joined 'Confidential Affairs' web site for new encounters, but no luck yet, though I've exchanged messages with a few women. Jennifer 28 from Lancashire says I'mm too old. Kaz 42 Staffordshire and Jane 48 Lancashire contacted me, but when I replied, I didn't get any further correspondence.

Finding sex at my age is becoming more difficult, but in truth, the women I see seems to enjoy it immensely. I feel a bit bad about some of my lovers who live far away, because they keep asking me when I'm going to be in their region again.

Oh, yes, there was Cathy (55) last Thursday night. It was the first time I had met her. She was really rough and sucked my lower lip to the point of pain. When she went down on me, she used her teeth - ouch but we both had an explosive orgasm.

Viva Street Couple

2010-12-30T08:02:00.000-08:00

Today, I exchanged messages with a woman in her mid 40s who lives near Oldham. She and her husband are 'swingers', permanently horny. They are looking for others to join them. Unfortunately, they have enough applicants.

I'm working this week - it's my own business - and alone in my office. The exchange of messages made me horny. I don't know the woman. Nor do I know what shape or size she is, but I want her badly and believe I can smell her juices. I wanked a few minutes ago and am now soggy in my underpants, but the desire is still there. I want this anonymous woman while her husband watches or even joins in. If I went into her home, I would bend her over the arm of her settee, lift up her skirt and take her from behind in both holes. Hey ho, no chance of that. They have all the applicants they need, but one day, there will be a vacancy. Till then, I will fantasize about her...

Oh yes, I had sex this morning with a beautiful librarian. A bit risky: her husband was out for only an hour...

Adultery - like a military operation

2010-04-09T07:14:00.000-07:00

My infidelity, once or twice a week over almost 40 years has never been discovered by Norma, my wife. It has been a close thing at times, but I plan very carefully.

Last night, Norma went for a meal with two female friends. I dropper her off at a cocktail bar at 6:15 pm. I am in the middle of converting my loft into extra office space and I told Norma I was going to work on the loft conversion while she was out. I came back from dropping her off, and worked as fast as I could till eight O'Clock. My alibi needed a good deal of work to have been done.

At eight O'Clock, I drove to Diane's, arriving at 8:24. I had told her I could stay only 20 minutes, so she smothered me with kisses the moment I entered her house. Within five minutes, we were naked and making love in bed, frantically. At around quarter to nine, she orgasmed. I followed moments later. I showered my bits and my face, threw on my clothes, stepped outside and realised that I could smell either Diane's perfume or perfumed soap on my skin. If I could smell it, so might Norma.

I drove home, arriving at around 9:08, took of my shirt, washed my upper half, put on an old shirt, then put on my overalls. I climbed into the loft, rubbed my hands into dust and grime and rubbed my hands over my face and into my hair.

Just after 9:30, I was outside the restaurant. When Norma came out, she scolded me gently for getting into the car when I was so grimy.

Now, supposing the car had broken down when I was on my way to Diane's, or supposing I got a speeding ticket, or had an accident? Supposing Norma had phoned me while I was out because she wanted to come home early? I would not have answered the phone immediately, but would have rung her back later explaining that I had gone to B&Q (DIY store) to by some screws. B&Q is in the same part of town as Diane's house. I might even have gone to the store to buy the screws or to discover they were closed.

Every time I am unfaithful, I plan as if it is a military exercise. By Monday, I will need another woman. I'll start planning now.

Sexual Frustration Takes Over

2010-03-23T04:22:00.000-07:00

I have had it badly recently. It creates a knot in the stomach, dryness in the throat and tightness at the base of the penis, under the scrotum. Now and then mini fantasies flash across my brain. On the way to the office this morning, I was walking behind a young woman. For a moment, I could smell and taste her juices - not in reality, but vividly in my imagination, as I licked my fingers, after they had been inside her.

Standing at the coffee machine a few minutes ago, was another young woman, 25 or so years old. She wore a black jumper and white skirt. I said, 'Hello,' but in my imagination, my penis stretched long and hard underneath the hem of her skirt at the back, which it lifted high enough for me to penetrate her from behind.

Only sex gets rid of my frustration. Masturbation takes it away only for a matter of an hour at the most. Norma has been ill and I have not had opportunity to be with any of my lovers for ten days. All the sex I have ever had, with more than seventy women, cannot remove the frustration I feel now. I am like a hungry man who has eaten well all his life, but hasn't has a good meal for days. No thought of gourmet dishes that I once consumed can take away the hunger.

However, I am planning a long drive tomorrow night to meet a new 'potential' lover. I say 'potential' because until it happens, I can not be sure.

Searching for an Old Lover

2010-03-08T02:17:00.001-08:00

When I was 30, I met a 47 year-old woman in ‘normal’ surroundings and fancied her to the point of sexual frustration. She was a bit flirty, though she was wearing a wedding ring. She had shoulder-length dark hair, pretty face, and the figure of a much younger woman. I do not want to tell you where we met. It would give too much away, but her name was Megan.

When I met her, there were other people around, but I managed find out where she lived. She didn’t tell anyone her address, but she mentioned that her house was next door to a certain place that many of us knew. We also discovered, in the course of polite conversation, that her husband worked for a well-known organisation and that she was a ‘housewife’ with no paid job. Soon after meeting, I went to the library and looked up electoral register records for that year and previous years. They had lived there for six years and the people in the house before them were May and Charles Weston. I stored this information. Moreover, I planned one day to be her lover.

She sprang to mind now and then and, in moments of sexual frustration, became a fantasy for masturbation. Two years later, when I was 32 and she was 49, I happened to be driving past her house on a week day. I stopped, looked in my Filofax for the name of the previous occupants, and rang on her door bell. She answered and looked simply gorgeous. ‘Is Charlie in,’ I asked.

‘Sorry. You have the wrong address,’ she said.

‘No, I’m sure. I’ve been here lots, but not for six or seven years. Charlie and May Weston.’

‘They’ve moved.’

‘Any idea where?’ I asked, while mentally undressing her from her scarlet skirt and pink blouse.

‘No idea.’

I asked her if she could give me any clues, such as the estate agent’s name or the name of the conveyancing solicitor. I told her it was important and urgent. Now let me add that I have a good spoken voice and dress well. I asked her if she could have a look while I waited. She asked me who I was, and obviously didn’t remember meeting me two years earlier. I told her that they were family old friends. To my delight and surprise, she invited me in. She took me in the lounge, offered me a cup of coffee, which I accepted and then left the room to search through her papers.

A couple of minutes later, she came back with the information. I had deliberately not drunk any of the coffee. I wanted to make it last. I now decided to take the bull by the horns. ‘Megan, I owe you an apology. You will want to throw me out when I tell you, but I have no interest in the Westons. I wanted to see you. I’m married, but I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I met you a couple of years ago. I fancy you. I had to see you again.’

In the space of a few seconds, she became flushed with a rash around her neck. I knew that I was on to a winner. I can’t remember what she said, but it was non-committal. I walked over to her, sat on the arm of the arm chair, stroked the back of her neck. She leaned into me. We kissed. I touched her and after a further minute, touched her breasts. Within fifteen minutes, her knickers and pantyhose were off and I was deep inside her on the lounge carpet. We were both part clothed.

We were occasional lovers over perhaps six years, not meeting often but the sex was FABULOUS. I discovered that her husband was 11 years older than her and was a hopeless lover. He always insisted she got on top and jumped up and down – almost a sort of, ‘I can’t be bothered. Help yourself.’ He would do it at no time other than around 11 am on Sunday morning when he was still in bed.

Over the past few months, I have become very turned on at the thought of making love to her again. I may have second thoughts if and when I meet her – she will be 77 this year, but if she has aged as well as in the years I knew her, she will look like a woman in her fifties. I want her badly.

I have subscribed to a web site that contains all electoral registers in the UK and found where she now lives. I’m sure it’s her because not only does she have an unusual surname, but her husband is shown as being still alive. He must be 91. Now, how do I contact her? Her phone number is ex-directory, but I have her address.

I’d love my readers to give me some ideas. Suggestions to philanderer@live.co.uk

Searching for an Old Lover

2010-03-08T02:17:00.000-08:00

When I was 30, I met a 47 year-old woman in ‘normal’ surroundings and fancied her to the point of sexual frustration. She was a bit flirty, though she was wearing a wedding ring. She had shoulder-length dark hair, pretty face, and the figure of a much younger woman. I do not want to tell you where we met. It would give too much away, but her name was Megan.

When I met her, there were other people around, but I managed find out where she lived. She didn’t tell anyone her address, but she mentioned that her house was next door to a certain place that many of us knew. We also discovered, in the course of polite conversation, that her husband worked for a well-known organisation and that she was a ‘housewife’ with no paid job. Soon after meeting, I went to the library and looked up electoral register records for that year and previous years. They had lived there for six years and the people in the house before them were May and Charles Weston. I stored this information. Moreover, I planned one day to be her lover.

She sprang to mind now and then and, in moments of sexual frustration, became a fantasy for masturbation. Two years later, when I was 32 and she was 49, I happened to be driving past her house on a week day. I stopped, looked in my Filofax for the name of the previous occupants, and rang on her door bell. She answered and looked simply gorgeous. ‘Is Charlie in,’ I asked.

‘Sorry. You have the wrong address,’ she said.

‘No, I’m sure. I’ve been here lots, but not for six or seven years. Charlie and May Weston.’

‘They’ve moved.’

‘Any idea where?’ I asked, while mentally undressing her from her scarlet skirt and pink blouse.

‘No idea.’

I asked her if she could give me any clues, such as the estate agent’s name or the name of the conveyancing solicitor. I told her it was important and urgent. Now let me add that I have a good spoken voice and dress well. I asked her if she could have a look while I waited. She asked me who I was, and obviously didn’t remember meeting me two years earlier. I told her that they were family old friends. To my delight and surprise, she invited me in. She took me in the lounge, offered me a cup of coffee, which I accepted and then left the room to search through her papers.

A couple of minutes later, she came back with the information. I had deliberately not drunk any of the coffee. I wanted to make it last. I now decided to take the bull by the horns. ‘Margaret, I owe you an apology. You will want to throw me out when I tell you, but I have no interest in the Westons. I wanted to see you. I’m married, but I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since I met you a couple of years ago. I fancy you. I had to see you again.’

In the space of a few seconds, she became flushed with a rash around her neck. I knew that I was on to a winner. I can’t remember what she said, but it was non-committal. I walked over to her, sat on the arm of the arm chair, stroked the back of her neck. She leaned into me. We kissed. I touched her and after a further minute, touched her breasts. Within fifteen minutes, her knickers and pantyhose were off and I was deep inside her on the lounge carpet. We were both part clothed.

We were occasional lovers over perhaps six years, not meeting often but the sex was FABULOUS. I discovered that her husband was 11 years older than her and was a hopeless lover. He always insisted she got on top and jumped up and down – almost a sort of, ‘I can’t be bothered. Help yourself.’ He would do it at no time other than around 11 am on Sunday morning when he was still in bed.

Over the past few months, I have become very turned on at the thought of making love to her again. I may have second thoughts if and when I meet her – she will be 77 this year, but if she has aged as well as in the years I knew her, she will look like a woman in her fifties. I want her badly.

I have subscribed to a web site that contains all electoral registers in the UK and found where she now lives. I’m sure it’s her because not only does she have an unusual surname, but her husband is shown as being still alive. He must be 91. Now, how do I contact her? Her phone number is ex-directory, but I have her address.

I’d love my readers to give me some ideas. Suggestions to philanderer@live.co.uk

I Love Sex With a New Woman

2010-03-04T08:31:00.000-08:00

Though Norma and I have a good sex life, I especially like sex with a new women. Some of my very best sexual experiences have been the first time with a woman, and some of those have been the only time.

There was a 38 year old who approached me via the blog in January. She was very specific. She wanted a picture of my penis, erect. (not the kind of picture I'm inclined to take, but I obliged.) She specified no condoms and wanted me to assure her that I could keep going for four hours.

I agreed but asked her not to shave. She told me that she doesn't shave anyway.

Her picture was lovely. She was 5'2" with a beautiful figure. We had a torrid time. She was fantastic and we went all ends up. When she was leaving she thanked me and gave me what I though was a thankyou card. I opened it when she had gone. It contained a card and sixty pounds sterling.

She emailed me saying what a great time she had and said that she had done it to punish her husband. He had had an affair. She went back and told him she had had four hours of the best sex she had ever had with a man old enough to be her father. She told me in her email that he didn't believe her.

Anyway, she doesn't want to see me again, but there are plenty of willing women waiting to take her place, one of whom I'm seeing next Wednesday afternoon. I've never met her before, but she's 48 and married. I am feeling horny at the thought.

Why not e-mail me with your exploits? I'd love to hear, especially from philandering women, anywhere in the world: philanderer@live.co.uk .

Talking Dirty

2010-02-26T08:43:00.000-08:00

These days, I find the majority of my lovers on the internet. Up to meeting, there is the process of exchanging e-mails, photos and text messages. Before I've spoken to a woman, I'm always suspicious if 'she' initiates dirty talk through MSN or text. I am convinced that there is a significant minority of men purporting to be women on dating and adult sites. I believe that I have uncovered two of them for certain.

One of these 'women' told me that she had her husband's permission and that I could get her on the phone if I rang him. I did so. He said she wasn't there but she had asked me to tell her husband graphically what I wanted to do to her. I declined. There was no woman, only a man wanting me to talk dirty.

However, in the past two weeks, I have found a woman who is a match for any man in dirty talk and texts. Her text this morning read, 'I want you to f*ck me and for it to run down my legs when I'm walking home.' Not sure what I though of that after I'd had a hearty breakfast. I prefer the real thing to dirty talk, but if that's the seduction that will get me inside the lady's underwear, bring it on.

Tiger Woods and Sex Addiction

2010-02-24T05:37:00.000-08:00

Some years ago, I went to therapy because I felt guilty because I kept being unfaithful to Norma. There was a cycle: I would be unfaithful, I'd feel guilty, I'd be sorry, tell myself I would never do it again, get turned on by the thought of entering a 'new' vagina, commit adultery, feel guilty...

I tried the sort of therapy that would get rid of my inclinations and it just didn't work. The feelings kept coming to the surface. Then I tried a different therapist. The sessions lasted two years and I came out of it a changed person. I accepted myself as I am. I feel so much happier and much more relaxed. I can even say 'no' to sex much more easily, because I know who I am. (It's not often that I say 'no' but I have done twice with what I believe were vulnerable women.)

I love women and I love making love to them. I love the romantic - holding hands, a gentle kiss on the neck, the smell of perfume, the giving of flowers, romantic dinners. I also love the earthy, the smell of a woman's juices, rough sex at times, talking filthy when she is in the mood. I love it all.

Another Man's Wife

2010-02-24T05:13:00.000-08:00

She is lovely, size 10, 34c, pretty face, 45 and loves sex with an older man. She's a natural blonde, but I have no preference when it comes to women's hair. Her profession would indicate that she is conservative, reserved and perhaps even asexual. Not so. She is among a small percentage of women who seem to have a man's view of sex. She is not shy to say that she masturbates regularly and enjoys the odd porn film. She often takes the initiative by getting into my trousers to suck me.

However, her favourite position is missionary. She loves being under a man. Well aren't I lucky? I will be with her in just over an hour.

Changing the subject, I'd love to hear your stories of philandering, whether you are a man or a woman. I can also add you to twitter: philanderer@live.co.uk

Nigerian Beauty

2010-02-23T06:50:00.000-08:00

A 25 year old Nigerian woman contacted me through this site. She is married with three children but her husband works away. Norma went to see her mother a few Saturdays ago and I visited the young woman. She asked me to pay for child care so she could see me alone. I agreed.

We had safe sex - I sometimes don't use condoms, but she had had unprotected sex with someone only a couple of months before, so I was cautious.

She wanted to sit on the settee and kiss and for me to insert fingers in her while she gave me a BJ. She wouldn't use the bedroom. That was out of some loyalty to her husband. Strange - she would screw me, but not where her husband did it to her.

All in all, it wasn't very satisfying. She said she liked kissing, but there was no contact with her mouth or lips for more than a second. It was as if she was pecking me with her lips. I have had African lovers before and they have all been delicious kissers.

However, her vaginal muscles were strong and she used them well.

I won't be going to see her again.

Tomorrow, I'll tell you about a new lover from a city 40 miles from here. She's married and on the large side.

Keep philandering,

I'm Back, Philandering

2010-02-16T08:17:00.000-08:00

Apologies to my readers. Time got the better of me. I have been very active, so I will give a brief resume and follow it up with some detail on later days.

However, if you are new to this site, it's best you read the archives, starting from the beginning. It tells the whole story.

Going back a few months, I visited a divorcee of around 55 years old. Gorgeous figure. I went to her place on Sunday mornings when I told my wife I was going to see my mother. The woman always wore a silk robe and nothing else. We went straight to bed, each time. She was fantastic and like an animal in the best way possible. She orgasmed two or three times, each time I was with her. She preferred to be on top and for me to suck her very ample breasts, while she writhed and bucked. I pumped and pumped cum inside her while she rode me. that lasted a couple of months. she sent me a text saying, "I've found someone I want to live with me. Please never contact me again."

Then, really strangely, I was e-mailed by one of my customers. I had had a drink with him at a conference a few weeks earlier. I never boast to men about my philanderings, but he confided and said that he had had an affair. I told him not to worry about it.

Anyway, he emailed me and asked if I would meet him for a drink. I did so a few weeks later. he said he had always wanted to see another man screw his wife. He asked me if I was game.

I did, and she was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. She was mid 40s with a beautiful figure and was as up for it as he was. Frankly, I didn't feel at ease with him there, but got so turned on that I forgot his presence. I have been invited back regularly and now, I am hardly aware that he is there.

I'll tell you more tomorrow about Lorraine from Merseyside and a 25 year old Nigerian beauty.

Meanwhile, sex with Norma is still great after 40 years of marriage.

Yours
x

Sexual Luxury

2008-11-15T21:46:00.000-08:00

I spent from four O’clock, yesterday afternoon with Diane, the dentist. It was August when I was last with her. The magic of those first meetings was recaptured and are among the very best love making I have ever had. I thought I was getting a bit old for contortions, but we did it every end up. It wasn’t the type of love making where boredom necessitates a variety of positions. They just happened, including Diane, putting her leg high up on the shower wall, while I penetrated her and soaped her all over.. We did it standing. We did the wheelbarrow. We did it doggy, both on the bed and standing. She entwined herself around me while I was standing, with me inside her and her legs locked round my back. She impaled herself on me while I sat on a chair. It went on for two and a quarter hours without a break and then suddenly, she said, ‘I’m hungry.’ We showered again, had more sex in the shower and then had a romantic meal at her favourite restaurant.

We returned to the hotel by nine thirty and started again, falling asleep in each other’s arms. I will see her again on Wednesday evening. This afternoon at two O’Clock, Lucy is coming to see me. Lucy is married but living an almost separate life from her husband. She is not at all adventurous in bed but she does get very turned on, even though it’s almost always ‘missionary.’ I’m due to see her tomorrow, as well. The problem with Lucy is that she is in love with me. I am very fond of her and feel a meeting of souls when we make love, but I have no intention of leaving Norma. However, this is sheer sexual luxury. It beats Swiss Chocolate, caviar (which I love) and Champagne. It is the height of hedonism and I love it.

My Love Diary

2008-11-13T08:38:00.000-08:00

I met a new lover, yesterday. As far as my staff and Norma were concerned, I had a meeting 200 miles away at 2 pm. The meeting was a hundred miles away at noon. That meant I could be back by three pm to meet her, four hours earlier than I had said I would be home.

My new lover is 20 years younger than me and married. She was ready for sex and on heat on arrival at the hotel, as was I. We had a wonderful romp and she orgasmed twice. I took a shower afterwards, as always. That isn't so much to wash off the smell of sex, which I adore, but to remove the smell of perfume and cosmetics, which always linger on my skin.

I have told my new lovers that I'm away next week. That's because I am seeing am seeing two occasional lovers, both of them, co-incidentally 42 years old. One of them is the dentist. She is the most passionate woman I've ever encountered. Love making is for hours and hours and quite energetic.

Also, she has the most beautiful black bush. I love female genitalia whether shaved or unshaved, but prefer the natural look. When the dentist is on heat, her labia minora, open erect like the petals of a flower, showing the pink opening. It's the most delicious sight imaginable.

The other woman I'm going to see is in a loveless marriage. The problem is that she tells me she is in love with me. Love making with her is less energetic than the dentist, but it warm, gentle and passionate.

I am going through a very active period in my philandering life, and, enjoying it immensely.

Like Buses, they Come in Groups

2008-11-10T08:05:00.000-08:00

I have been trying for some time to gain new lovers, without much success. I had a wonderful time on Sunday with Hilary. She's a divorcee who doesn't want to be tied. On Wednesday this week, I have an assignation with yet another woman, almost 20 years my junior. She was the one with whom I thought I had blown it. You may remember a couple of weeks ago that I said that I had arranged a meeting with a potential lover and asked her if I should book a hotel. She was offended and called the meeting off.

Well, she emailed me a few days later and asked if we could meet. We met last Thursday for lunch, after which we sat in her car and kissed, with heavy petting. She then confessed that she wished I'd booked the hotel, after all.

So, the hotel is booked for Wednesday. On top of that I'm meeting Michelle on Thursday at her place on the other side of town.

Scored Today

2008-11-09T13:10:00.000-08:00

Norma goes to Church on Sunday. Today, I went to a service, too - to the centotaph. I feel strongly about the commemoration. After shaking hands with old commrades, I drove a couple of miles to the home of a divorcee. She is woman who wants no ties, but in her words, 'Likes sex.'

She tasted good and, had an unusually large clitoris. That tasted good, too, lubricated by her juices. I have only a small samle from which to make a deduction, but in my experience, the bigger the clitoris, the more a woman likes sex. What's your experience?

Groping in a car park

2008-11-06T12:22:00.000-08:00

I told you recently that i had blown it with a woman. i misread her intentions and suggested that we book a hotel on the first date. I apologised but didn't hear from her immediately. She suggested that we should meet after all. We did so today.

She is 19 years younger than me. We had lunch and then I suggested chatting in my car. We did so and embraced. It was a busy car park with lots of people going past, but there was lots of kissing and touching. We both became very turned on. She told me that she regretted turning down the offer of a hotel the previous week.

We are going to meet next week. I have booked the hotel. I also have a new lover lined up for Sunday.

My luck seems to have changed.

New lovers

2008-10-30T05:54:00.000-07:00

Again, I apologise to my readers for a long absence. I have been busy and spent every bit of my spare time trying to find new lovers. I have had some success, though a couple of failures, too. One of my prospects sent me lots of explicit emails and texts, such things as, 'You make me wet all the time.'

We had fixed up a meeting and I was bold enough to suggest that I might book a hotel. She seemed deeply offended and asked me what sort of woman I thought she was. I apologised unreservedly, but she dropped me like a hot coal.

There have been successes. I spent two hours this morning with a rather gorgeous divorcee, 41 years old. She doesn't want commitment any more. Fine by me.

Yesterday, I sent a text to a former lover, Lisa. I wasn't even sure if she had the same number. She broke of the relationship to get married. History repeats itself, because Kate had also broken off an affair with me because she was moving in with a man. To my utter surprise, Lisa phoned me instantly. Something rather spooky had happened. She had just returned from taking her husband to the airport where he was to fly to the Gulf to work for two months. She confessed that she often though of me.

We will meet up next week. She feels guilty about it but feels that her needs overide any morals.

Back to my office now.

Little Black Book

2008-10-23T03:16:00.000-07:00

I don't have a little black book, but I don't delete e-mails, no matter how old, from women with promise. Nor do I erase phone numbers.

I need new blood, as it were. I need to make love to a women I have never had before. One way of bringing this about is to revisit contacts that fell by the wayside for some reason. This morning, I identified three. One of those was bereaved and had to go overseas for a funeral when we were due to meet. Another's daughter had an accident at school the day we were due to meet and I got stuck in horrible traffic when I was scheduled to meet the third.

I have had extensive phone calls with all of them and got on well. Earlier today, I sent a text to each of them. One has replied and asked me to call her this afternoon. At last, it looks as if I am going to get inside the knickers of a 'new' woman. It make me feel so horny at the thought. I'll keep you posted.

The Scouts and Sex Education

2008-10-22T08:44:00.000-07:00

Not many years ago, the Girl Guide organisation merged with the Scouts. On Monday this week, they announced that they would be giving sex education to their members, with the emphasis on not giving in to peer pressure to have sex.

It takes me back to my teenage years. I felt no pressure from my peers. The pressure was from a deep internal drive. I wanted my erect penis inside a vagina. The contemplation of it was so delicious as to be almost unbearable. When it eventually happened, the experience lived up to expectations, and even exceeded them. What I hadn't bargained for was the exquisite delight of the smell and tasteof a girl's juices. That had never been in my fantasies, but often is now.

However, I am not convinced that peer pressure results in many people engaging in sex before they are ready.

The Scout movement could do worse than giving a balanced, uninhibited view of sex, emphasing the sheer joy of bodily union, but the dangers of STDs.

On another tack, it is now some weeks since I emailed Ann. The email didn't bounce but she hasn't replied. I need to decide what to do.

A New Potential from Friends Reunited

2008-10-21T02:59:00.000-07:00

Six years ago, I had brief affair with a woman I knew as a teenager. She sent me a message through the Friends Reunited web site. I started an email flirtation with her. It was fairly low key to start with, but when she reciprocated, I turned up the heat somewhat. We had an affair which lasted almost two months, but history repeated itself and she wanted more of me than I could give, so we broke it off.

In August, I received a short message from Dorothyvia the same web site. I don't remember her from childhood, but I do remember her name. She is four years younger than me, so that isn't surprising. I have discovered that her husband is impotent and that she misses the physical side of marriage. Today, I sent her a message conatining some flirtation. Let's see how she responds.

I am already on heat for Dorothy, so let's hope she is up for it.

Church comes to the rescue

2008-10-19T04:27:00.000-07:00

Norma went to church this morning and has now gone to the supermarket. She is out of the house almost two hours when she goes to church - ten past ten till around quarter past twelve.

I have been gagging for it for days and unable to carry out my work at 100%, because of the frustration. Kate has been feeling the frustration, too. She told her husband she was going to church this morning (my idea). She arrived just after Norma had left and we had a very steamy time in my lounge. She orgasms easily and I absolutely loved it, feeling her vaginal muscles pulsate around my c**k. I came after an hour and a quarter, gave Kate a quick cup of tea, kissed her goodbye, fluffed up the cushions on the sofa, washed Kate's cup, and cut the back lawn, before Norma came back.

Norma is looking particularly sexy and I will be ready for more by later this afternoon. When she came in, I wanted to run my hand up the inside of her thigh. That will have to wait till she gets back from Sainsubury's. I feel myself to be a lucky guy.

A Fantasy

2008-10-16T06:09:00.000-07:00

I mentioned that I have some virtual lovers. They sometimes ask me to write a fantasy for them. I wrote one for one of my readers. Here it is:

You and I are on holiday on a tropical archipelago and hire a boat to take us to a deserted island. We step ashore among the palm trees whose fronds sprinkle drops of sunlight onto the sand. Between two of the trees is a low slung hammock, less than a couple of feet off the ground. You lie in it. I lie on the ground to the right of you, but almost beneath. I'm wearing chinos and a holiday shirt.

The sound of the waves is magic. The breeze is cooling, but you are very warm. You are wearing a lovely white cotton dress, with tiny forget-me-nots printed on it, but because of the heat, you are wearing no underwear. The cooling breeze blows and you let your knees fall wide open, letting the cooling air get to your intimate parts. It is as if they are being caressed by the gentlest of kisses. There is a stirring and a tingling, a rush of blood to your lips and clitoris. Your pussy muscles contract now and then, trying to grip something that isn't there.

There is now an incredible, pleasurable feeling in your groin. You reach out and down with your right leg and and rest the sole of your bare foot between my legs and start to rub gently. You feel me stirring. My c*ck hardens under the sole of your foot. I take hold of your right arm and pull you. You fall gently on top of me. Our lips meet and we kiss deeply. Our groins meet and push against each other.

The dress has buttons down the front which I begin to undo, and kiss your breasts, exploring them with my hands, and nibbling your nipples. You push your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit up and down my groin against my cock which is still inside my trousers.

Our lips are still locked together and our tongues explore each other. You unfasten my belt and pull down my trousers a little. I am erect and rock hard, the shiny red end glistening with pre-cum. Your pussy is throbbing, needing to be taken, but before we know it, the end of my rigid cock has found the moist entrance and is pushing in deep. Your hips move in rhythm with mine, your pussy riding up and down my hard shaft, as my cock buts up against your cervix.

I roll you over in the sand without losing penetration. The thrusting becomes more rapid as you feel my cock deep and hard and my balls butting up against you. Suddenly, you feel your muscles going into spasm, contracting time after time. You are squealing. Your hands grip my shoulders and your nails go into my skin. My cock begins to jerk, while our hips are bucking against each other in incredible pleasure as my spurting cock gives its load deep inside you, but before it has quite finished, I take him out and kneel over you. You see him, stiff and hard. Out of the shiny red end spurts that lovely sticky creamy-white liquid onto your breasts and neck. You rub it into your skin and then lick your hands.

We lie head to tail and I enjoy licking the juice from your pussy. You take my cock into your mouth and suck him clean. We continue licking each other for several minutes and then you notice a stirring in me. I am starting to grow again...

Now, I visualised that to the last detail, including imagining what you taste like. I didn't have any problem cuming

Virtual affairs

2008-10-14T09:15:00.000-07:00

I have a few virtual lovers. I speak with them on the phone and send e-mails. All of them say they desperately want an affair with me, but the distance between us has prevented it so far.

One of them is in Canada. Another is in a very remote part of the UK, living with her farmer husband. To my surprise, she can get a mobile signal and we chat often in the mornings before I start work. We chatted today and since then she has sent me numerous naughty texts. She seems to be on heat and has been very explicit. That has put me on heat, too. I am feeling so, so horny.

Norma is working late tonight so I just might have to bring myself some relief.

Tougher For Men Than Women, perhaps?

2008-10-13T07:44:00.000-07:00

I sometimes wish I were a woman. It’s not a desire for a sex change, but it seems it might make getting sex easier. From my limited view, it is much easier for a philandering woman to find partners than for a man. Evidence for this is that a number of web sites are free to women but very expensive to men. This gives a more even gender balance than those where both sexes pay the same. On those sites where it costs the same for both genders, there can be five times more men than women. Five men are chasing one woman, whereas one woman has the pick of five men. Statistically, this means that it isn’t five times harder for a man but five times five – 25 times harder. On other web sites there are three times as many men, which makes it nine times harder.

I have spent a huge amount of my time looking for women. When I have found them and met them, I have around 95% success in having a successful relationship, but it takes so much time and energy. I am on the lookout constantly. Having a very pressurised work life and a happy home life, makes the hunt even tougher. I am still successful, where many men aren’t. I get emails from men who ask me for tips because they have had little luck.

So, guys, here are a few tips that will help you with most women, though there are exceptions:

1. Be normal.
2. Don’t send unsolicited cock pics and don’t put them on a web site. Women absolutely love cocks, especially erect ones, but not from cold. They need wooing – old fashioned lecherous seduction. Once you have a relationship with a woman, then you will judge how much cock talk and visualisation she wants, but she wants the man, initially, not his organ in her face.
3. Be interested in the whole woman. She may have a husband and children. All my lovers have told me about their home lives.
4. Stay on line. If you belong to a dating web site, log in as often as possible for as long as possible, even if the application is just running in the background while you are doing other things.
5. When you are in contact, listen to the woman’s needs and be flexible.
6. When you meet, you must be very tidy and well turned out. (I won’t advise you to be clean, because it’s too obvious.) Find out what the woman wants to talk about. Don’t bore her with your preoccupations. It helps if you are funny, but don’t work on this or it will backfire.

Well guys – all the best with your philandering future.

Double Standards

2008-10-08T08:57:00.000-07:00

I know an 82 year-old woman who is critical of her 30 year old grandson because he lives with his girl friend. She speaks as if she is a of moral authority. In fact, she had an affair with a married man in the 1940’s and bore him a child. Having been subjected to much stigma and having had to leave town at the time of her pregnancy, one would have thought that she would be empathic to her grand son, but no, she is scathing.

I have slept with married women who are protective of their grown up sons’ and daughters’ morals. Occasionally, I wonder whether any of my children, all of whom are attached, have a lover. I will never know what my reaction will be till it happens, but I wonder. My son has a lovely wife. If he had lovers and his wife never found out, no harm would be done, but I just wonder if I would feel for her. I, too, contain contradictions, but no human, let alone a serial adulterer, is straightforward.

Sex Drive and castration

2008-10-05T01:30:00.000-07:00

I'm now back from holiday. For two weeks, I was all eyes and ears, looking for an opportunity. If I had been an animal, my nostrils would have been twitching, too, but I had no luck, apart from obtaining the phone number of a potential lover here in UK.

Returning to an old theme, I am not alone in having a very high sex drive. It is so high that it can severely alter aspects of my 'normal' life. I will go to great lengths to satisfy it. I thank God that my sex drive is for consenting, adult women. While the thought of sex with minors, one's own family or non-consenting women fills me with the utmost revulsion, I do have a grain of compassion for those monsters whose sex drive leads them into abhorrent acts. I simply ask myself what would I do if my lust was for minors or for forcing myself onto women. It would be torture.

It is easy for me to say it, but I believe I would opt for castration, whether actual or chemical. Otherwise, the irresistable force of my desire and the immovable object of my revultion for what I might do, would be in conflict.

As it is, I am in a happy situation. I have booked a hotel room for tomorrow (Monday)afternoon and will be taking a lunch break with Kate. I am ready for a good work out. I can't wait.

Holiday sex

2008-10-02T08:29:00.000-07:00

My story continues. The three women were relaxed and talked openly. Yes, one of their objectives was to score on holiday but they hadn´t had much success this time. One of them made it with a waiter last year on their last night, but she said she was too tired and too drunk to enjoy it. She had to wait till 3 am when he finished his shift.

I wrote my number on a beer mat and gave it to her. Yesterday, she sent me a text asking me to join her for a drink that evening. Now, what would I tell Norma? I had to decline, but, as it happens, they live no more than 50 miles from me, so I just might have more luck with her at home.

As mentioned, I am all eyes and ears and still have had no luck.

I have read two free English language newspapers. There are dozens of adverts from willing women, but reading between the lines, they want paying. Now,I´ve received more texts from Kate and am going to have ´lunch´with her on Monday. I can´t wait.

Holiday sex or lack of it

2008-09-30T04:12:00.000-07:00

I am on annual leave abroad in a warm country, with Norma, my wife. Though we have a good sex life, when I have only her, it is not enough. I am on heat all the time. I have become like a hungry predatory animal. All my senses are alert to the possibility of finding a woman.

Yesterday, I set off to find an internet cafe to connect to my office computer and also to make a posting on this blog, but I didnñt get that far. I was walking towards the internet cafe when I heard British women´s voices. There were three of them in their late 40s or early 50´s sitting at a pavement cafe. Their drinks had hardly been touched and I judged that they would be there for at least another 15 minutes.

I caught only a snippet of converstion, but all I heard was, ´fine for you to talk, you haven´t...´ I didn´t get the rest but I felt in my bones that it was something to do with not having pulled a man. I don´t know why I thought that, but I have a nose for these things.

I looked in a shop window and walked past them again. All wore wedding rings and there were no men with them. One of them was smoking. I dashed to a Tabbac and bought a packet of small cigars. I don´t smoke, but can manage the odd cigar at Christmas. I then took a table adjacent them and continued to listen, but they dropped their voices. That was a good sign. Their conversation was obviously not for public hearing.

I took out a gigar and fumbled through my pockets looking for a lighter that I knew was not there. I called out to the women and asked for a light. One was offered so I got up from my chair. I am feeling so, so horny and threw caution to the wind. ´So, you´ve left they boys at home?´ They said they come away every year, just the three of them.

I said, ´There´s nothing like a holiday fling to brighten up one´s marriage.´ To my delight,´one of them said, ´Well it might be if it happened.´

I will continue this story within a couple of days, because I need to get back to Norma. I am in with a chance with these women, but it looks 50-50 at the moment.

Apology

2008-09-25T09:00:00.000-07:00

Forgive the lack of postings. I am on holiday with Norma. I have a broad band dongle to connect my lap top to the internet, but it isn´t working in this part of the world, which means finding internet cafes. That isn´t a problem, but getting into one without Norma is.

It is warm in this part of the world and women don´t wear much clothing. I have been horny as hell. As good as Norma is in bed, I have been so frustrated because I haven´t had my usual varied diet of sex,

I have no idea how to solved the problem.

Again, apologies for the paucity of postings, but things will be back to Normal in a week or so.

Kate sent me a text a couple of days ago. She loves me and can´t stop thinking of me. I´m very fond of her and don´t want to hurt her, but I´m not in love with her. Mind you, I wish I could see her here. She is always up for it.

I´ll try to do a new posting is a couple of days.

Voice and sex appeal

2008-09-19T07:49:00.001-07:00

One of my readers tells me she almost never speaks with a man on the phone before meeting. I am the reverse. A woman’s voice tells me almost all I want to know about her. I can judge her temperament, intellect and sensuality. A phone conversation is a prerequisite to meeting. A woman’s voice can make me feel very horny, too, even if she is talking about something unrelated to sex. I can’t count the number of women radio presenters who have turned me on while talking about politics or current affairs. I have wanted so badly to get inside their knickers, even though I haven’t had a clue what they looked like.

On the subject of voice, I am surprised at the number of my lovers who have initiated phone sex with me while they have masturbated. I have the perception that it’s ‘dirty old men’ who phone sex chat lines, but I wonder if women do, too? I haven’t a clue.

I have gone without sex for a few days and am feeling very horny. I need a shag quite badly. Fortunately, I have Norma for the weekend.

Kiss and tell

2008-09-16T07:22:00.001-07:00

It is conference season here in the UK for political parties, with the Liberal Democrats in session this week. This has led to a revival of news reports earlier this year that their leader Nick Clegg had slept with no more than 30 women. My wife, Norma, commented on that over dinner last night. She was scathing. ‘Scathing’ isn’t something she does very often, but Mr. Clegg came under fire last night.

At first, I misunderstood Norma’s disdain. I thought she was contemptuous of his boasting, but no, she was attacking his morals. Well, that made me feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. I defended his morals, but said that he was a cad for boasting about it. We disagreed amicably.

It might seem hypocritical that I should tell the world about my sexual exploits through this blog, while at the same time disapproving of Nick Clegg going public about his. There is a difference. I am anonymous which means that no woman is going to get hurt by my revelations. Whether it is men boasting to their friends in the pub, or those who ‘kiss and tell’ whether for cash or not, I view them with contempt. Sexual intimacy, is a wonderful thing and brings individuals as close as they can possibly be. We entrust each other with our emotions, our bodies and souls. Boasting about sexual acts, without the consent of one’s sexual partner is heinous. It might be argued that Nick Clegg didn’t name anyone. Now, supposing you are one of Nick Clegg’s Exes. You just might feel cheapened. Supposing you are one of those women’s mothers, and supposing you have been telling all your friends, ‘Nick Clegg, that nice leader of the Lib Dems used to go out with my daughter,’ then how would you feel now?

As for my activities, my Sunday lay with my air hostess lover didn’t happen. Her husband’s arrangements changed and she couldn’t get out.

Uniforms

2008-09-12T07:57:00.000-07:00

There have been few times in my life when I have been too busy for sexual pursuits, but the last few days have been exceptional. I started the week sick and then half my staff have caught the same bug at a time when we are manically busy. I have been working day and night. However, I will be travelling to another part of the country on Sunday for meetings on Monday.

I have booked a hotel for Sunday afternoon, to break the journey and meet up with one of my occasional lovers. To my great relief, she is free. She is a married air hostess and often away working. She is very sexy in uniform. This leads me to ‘uniforms.’

Being a regular reader of ads from women, I am struck by the fact that women often advertise for men in uniform, particularly fire men. I’m also struck by the fact that women who advertise themselves often say that the have uniforms – nurse, school girl etc. I’m not sure if I’m alone, but I do find women’s uniforms sexy at times, but I don’t find them sexy if they are put on for the purpose of being sexy. A woman can put on the white dress of a dental nurse, but unless she is a dental nurse, I don’t find that the garment enhances sex appeal. A woman who puts on uniforms just to look sexy, might as well not bother.

The uniforms I usually find sexy are air hostess, dental nurse, women’s armed forces uniforms, and some bank clerk uniforms. Increasingly, NHS uniforms are being de-sexed, for very good reason. I have an occasional lover who is a nurse. A bin liner is more sexy then her uniform, but the last thing she needs at work is sexual harassment.

Unfortunately, my lover on Sunday won’t be wearing her uniform. I like sex naked, but it is so erotic to have sex with her, up her skirt, almost fully clothed, when she is wearing her uniform.

On a different matter. I have had no response to my e-mail to Anne, the girl I was in love with 50 years ago. The e-mail didn’t bounce so I expect I will get a reply one day. I’ll keep you informed.

Quiet on the Philandering Front

2008-09-09T09:22:00.000-07:00

I emailed Anne but haven't had a reply. She has a house in Andalucia and may be there. If I don't get a reply by next week, I'll try snail mail.

Meanwhile, it's been a bit quiet on the philandering front. My business has been manic and I'm short staffed. I'm working away again from tomorrow lunch time and have e-mailed Kate to see if she can manage a brief 'meeting' - a quickie at my house before I set off. Let's see. Apologies that this is so brief - I have a 'normal' life as well.

Sex when you are sick

2008-09-08T05:08:00.001-07:00

Apologies for not posting since Friday. I caught a bug and haven’t been feeling too well. I spent more time in bed over the weekend than usual. When I was lying down, I didn’t feel too bad. Norma joined me in bed on Saturday afternoon and we had sex in the scissor position. It meant that I could continue lying down. It’s a great position in any case and gives really deep penetration which is good for both parties. Norma later got on top. That’s a good position, for paying lots of attention to the woman’s breasts. It’s also good when the man isn’t too well. Come to thing of it, apart from those positions which require contortion, they all offer something unique.

On the subject of sickness, I can’t think of a time when I have been too sick not to want sex. A few years’ back I had a temperature of almost 40% and I still had a remarkable stiffie. Norma obliged me, though.

I’m still not fully recovered and am working from home today. I have decided that I will contact Ann and see whether she will agree to meet. Nothing ventured, as they say. I was supposed to be meeting a new potential lover tomorrow, but I’ve postponed it. I’ll keep you posted.

Addicted to sex???

2008-09-05T08:36:00.000-07:00

One of my readers confesses to being a sex addict. A few months ago, Lord Laidlaw, Scottish Tory peer, announced that he had the same addiction. I don’t doubt that there can be such a thing, but I have problems with describing someone who likes a lot of sex as an addict. It’s a bit like saying that because I have three meals a day, I’m addicted to food.

I have other problems with the description, too. It turns a love of sex into something negative. I suspect that those who describe themselves as such are trying simply to justify their actions to disapproving others, rather than arguing the case for a rich and varied sex life. I once watched a TV documentary on someone who had a genuine sex addiction, but such people are extremely rare. The man in question could do little else other than masturbate or have sex – not for an hour or two a day, but eight ten or twelve hours every day so that he couldn’t work and had no social life. In my judgment, simply having a number of lovers isn’t addiction but rather a healthy appetite.

Talking of having a healthy appetite, I hadn’t had sex up to today since Monday with the masochist. I was beginning to feel impossibly horny and so I phoned Kate. I’ve been working away and managed to get back home by lunch time and entertained Kate to a quickie in her lunch hour. It’s risky having her at home, but needs must. It will keep me going till tomorrow with Norma…

Shall I try to bed Anne?

2008-09-04T03:33:00.000-07:00

What shall I do about Anne? I have wanted to make love to her for 52 years – yes I knew about sex at the age of ten and she was the first girl about whom I fantasized. She was in my class at primary school and stunningly attractive. When our teacher paired us up to do handstands, she was my partner one day. We each took it in turns to do a hand stand while the other caught hold of the legs and supported them. When Ann did the hand stand, her dress fell down over her head and I had a marvelous view of her crotch, where her flimsy cotton knickers barely covered her vulva. Not a lot was left to the imagination.

This was the first object of my fantasy when I started to masturbate at the age of ten or eleven. I was too young to orgasm, but I had many happy hours in bed at the thought of screwing Anne. At the age of 11, we each left to go to different schools, but for the next five years, up to the age of 16, I saw her regularly at the bus stop. She grew lovelier and lovelier. That was the last I saw of her, but when I was 18, I bought a ticket to her school’s 6th form dance, hoping she would be there. She wasn’t, but I met Norma, my wife.

I have never forgotten Anne. It’s sad that an old man like me should carry a torch for a woman he last saw when she was 16. All my life, I have had a deep longing to see her again and if at all possible, to get inside her knickers, but frankly, for starters, a coffee with her would be nice. For years, I tried to locate her and then four years ago, I had a breakthrough. I discovered that she is unmarried and had been divorced since she was 31. She had retired after a distinguished career. Moreover, she lived only 12 miles from me. We exchanged emails and I sent her a copy of my first book, a book that contained some autobiographical components, including a mention of her. She read it and e-mailed me back with considerable enthusiasm.

In most emails, I suggested we might meet for a coffee. She never responded either positively or negatively to the suggestion. I have had no email contact for more than three years, but I wonder if I should have another attempt at meeting her. I guess three years ago I didn’t go all out, because there was a fear that my very deep feelings for Anne could get out of control. I have never been tempted to leave Norma, but if anyone could induce that temptation, it is Anne.

Though I can still recall an image of the 16 year old girl, my mind conjures up a picture of what she will be like now. Last night, for the first time for years, I brought myself to orgasm thinking of her. I want to meet her and I want to bed her, but frankly I don’t know whether I should make the attempt.

Parisien Sex

2008-09-03T05:06:00.001-07:00

A couple of years ago, I was at a conference in Paris. I always feel extra horny when I am away from home, and had been on the look-out for a woman since my arrival, but without success. On my final evening, I was enjoying an aperitif at a pavement café, near the funicular which goes up to Sacre Coeur. There weren’t many seats available and I was sharing a table with two women.

I always buy French newspapers when in France, but today, I wanted to be noticed as a Brit. I had a copy of my favourite broadsheet with me. This led to one of the women asking if I was on holiday. There was then a wide ranging conversation, but I raised the topic of rivalry between UK and France. I steered the conversation and hoped they would ask me what I thought about the French. They did. I replied, j’adore les Française: I dodged the matter of what I think about the French in general, but used the female form and said that I love French women - les Française and added, ‘Elles sont si chic.’ They laughed and said, ‘So you like French women.’ I replied that it is my only reason for coming to Paris.

It was time to eat so I invited them to join me. One of them declined and had to be going. The other, a dark-haired woman in her early 40’s accepted, so we stayed at the same table and ordered food. In a previous posting, I mentioned that my approach with women is incremental. I paid her compliments about her eyes. Then I touched her hand. Before long, we were holding hands across the table – it’s always part of the seduction process for me. At the end of the meal, it started to rain. There was an awning, but the rain was blowing underneath it, so we ran the 200 yards to the bar in my hotel.

There came a point where I had to be more direct, so I told her that I wanted very much to kiss her. She asked me what was stopping me. Lack of privacy, I said. We went to my room. I never travel without condoms and they were put to good use that night. Sex is usually delicious for me, but that evening with Gille was truly wonderful. She was slim, with beautiful breasts and a forest of black pubic hair. I still have a vivid image of sex with her in a number of positions. Unlike Wendy in San Francisco, I did get her contact details, but alas she now has a new man and doesn’t want to cheat on him. I’ve been back to Paris since, but my luck wasn’t repeated.

Sex with the Shy

2008-09-02T02:44:00.000-07:00

My date for Thursday afternoon has backed off. She tells me it’s because of nerves. I have no reason to disbelieve her. All along, she has told me that she is very shy at first and that I may have to be patient with her.

I need to preface postings by making clear that when I write, ‘many women’ or ‘often’, I simply mean in my experience. The sample of women I have encountered is tiny and therefore I may be statistically wrong. So, here goes:

Many women have a longing to have sex with men who aren’t their husbands, but that longing is counterbalanced by nervousness. The nervousness can be in relation to their own morals or a fear of being found out or of meeting with a Mr Hyde. Before the days of the internet, I had arranged to meet the wife of a senior police officer at a certain motorway services. I hadn’t seen her picture, but I knew that she would be wearing a blue and white dress, black shoes and carrying a black hand bag. She told me that she had shoulder length blonde hair, was a size 12, and was aged 35, I was carrying a copy of my favourite broad sheet.

We agreed to meet at the main entrance to the building where the shops and cafes were. At precisely noon, the time agreed, a woman of her description walked towards me, but then her eyes averted and she walked straight past. I smiled and tried to catch he eye. Was that the woman I had arranged to meet or was her appearance a co-incidence? She certainly didn’t turned up. I wondered if it was the woman and if, having seen me, didn’t fancy me.

Next day, I received a letter in a brown business envelope – the type I have always asked my lovers to use when writing, in order not to raise suspicion at home. The letter was an apology. The woman I had seen was her, but she had had a sudden bout of nerves. She asked for another chance. We met next day and got off to a quick start, making love in my car. She became a regular visitor to my office when the staff had gone home. I have delicious memories of her bending over my desk and being taken from behind, as well as on top of the desk and on the floor. I would never have guessed from my early disappointment just how horny she could be.

So, many women have deep desires to be unfaithful, but are limited by their inhibitions. I count myself fortunate to have been part of their liberation. A gentle, patient approach is needed. Let’s see if I can meet Thursday’s cancelled date on another occasion.

Rough sex

2008-09-01T02:22:00.000-07:00

Pick up in Paris will be told another day. I have just returned from an assignation with a woman who wanted rough sex. We got to the hotel at lunch time and I have to say, this one beat me.

I have engaged in mild domination in the past, but today I performed badly. Well, at least not to my satisfaction. From the text I’ve just received, she was delighted, but I got little from it. Even worse, there were things that churned my stomach.

She had asked me to rough handle her, tie her to the bed and ‘rape’ her. Well, it was a game and I had no problems with the concept. She was an attractive girl much younger than me, but she repeatedly asked me to hit her. I slapped her, but she kept saying it wasn’t hard enough. I just could not bring myself to hit her as hard as she wanted.

She also asked for her nipples to be bitten. Again, she kept screaming, ‘harder’. There came a point I felt sick. I could not bring myself to bite any harder. I had penetrated her fully and was having sex while she was making the demands to bite and hit harder. It really spoilt the fun. I still feel nauseous at the memory.

On Thursday, I have a ‘vanilla’ engagement. I can’t wait for it. Hopefully, it will expunge the memory of today

Masturbation and frustration

2008-08-30T06:03:00.000-07:00

I had sex last Sunday with Norma and then on Tuesday and Wednesday this week with two different women. On Thursday, a couple of days ago, I sat next to a very beautiful young African woman at breakfast. She was pretty, had a fantastic figure, was beatifully dressed and a wonderful personality. I wanted her badly. My throat went dry and I had a knot on my stomach. My state of arousal was acute and I could think of nothing else other than screwing that young woman. A dry throat and knot in my stomach are my usual symptoms. When it gets to that stage, I just have to do something about it.

I had to go back to my hotel room and masturbate. One would think that sex three or four times a week is enough to stop my lust from getting too much of a hold on me, but that isn't the case. I was powerless to stop the urge.

On average, I masturbate a couple of times a week. There have been occasions when I've done it three or four times in a day. For me, masturbation is a pleasure. It isn't a substitute for sex, but a supplement. However, if sex was available on tap, as it were, I would choose it over masturbation, any day.

Incest

2008-08-29T02:04:00.000-07:00

I am blessed by the fact that my desires are for adult women who aren't in my family. I put the heading 'Incest' not because I am into that, but because I want to tell you where the natural boundaries are for my desire. If I force myself for one moment to think of the concept of incest, I feel genuinely nauseous. It's not just that I don't have those temptations, but that such thoughts are repulsive.

My revulsion goes even beyond that. My son is married to a stunningly beautiful young woman in her 30s - Let's call her Michelle. One of my lovers is considerably younger than her, but I have never had the slightest lustful though in Michelle's direction. She is family. When my children were in their late teens and their young women friends came to the house, I never had lustful thoughts about them either.

It seems that I have natural boundaries. These boundaries aren't constructed consciously. They are just there. It puzzles me why some people have such boundaries and others don't. It puzzles me, too, why even those with boundaries might have them drawn differently. For a number of years I have been having sex with women who are as old as or even younger than my children, but if they were my children's friends, I just couldn't do it. My psyche mystifies me, because I have had affairs with three women who had been friends with my wife. If they had been friends of my children, it would have been taboo.

Where are your boundaries? Would you consider sex with your son or daughter's spouse? If you are younger would you consider sex with your partner's mother, father, brother or sister? If you have a son or daughter, would you like to make it with one of their friends? Why not contribute to the blog and tell us all.

Picking up Women

2008-08-27T22:54:00.000-07:00

My career takes me away from home often. Now, with the internet, it's possible to fix myself up in advance with a woman to bed wherever I travel. Having said that, I'm not always successful. I'm away from home at the moment in a part of the country I visit often. Yesterday, I made a three-hour round trip to have sex with Wendy, but didn't find it satisfying, as explained in the previous posting. I used to have a regular lover in this part of the world, but she fell in love with me and gave me an ultimatum - leave Norma or we finish. I'm still on the lookout for a replacement. The internet is my best option, but before the days of the internet, I occasionally had success in picking up women in my hotel, bars or even once in San Francisco, on the street, and no, she wasn't a sex worker.

I want to share with you how I make an approach. There might be some women who would respond to a direct question: Do you want a shag?' but most would run a mile. An incremental approach has worked for me. It usually means that I get a 'no' at an early stage, but then I can look for another woman. Let me tell you about the Wendy I picked up in San Francisco. I know that city reasonably well and knew that the Anglican cathedral was behind me about 400 yards. I was walking away from it. A woman was walking towards me. I asked her the way to the cathedral. She told me what I already knew: it wasn't in the direction I was walking but in the direction she was walking. It seemed natural that I would chat to her while we were both heading that way.

I told her that I was new in town and asked her what places I should visit. In fact, we chatted for at least five minutes outside the cathedral. I then invited her for a coffee which she accepted, to my surprise. In this incremental approach, I could have been told that she had no idea where the catherdral was. She might have been about to turn off route before we got chatting and she might have refused a coffee.

Over coffee, I invited her to dinner that night. At the dinner table, I took hold of her hand. She could have recoiled and no real offence would have been taken. When were were holding hands, I became direct, but again, in a way that would not make her run if she didn't want what I offered. I looked into her eyes and said something like, 'It's strange, but I've only just met you and I have an irresistible urge to kiss you.' It sounds cringingly corny, but it did the trick.

She was coy and blushed, but I felt her hand grip mine more tightly. I did kiss her after dinner on the street outside the restaurant. Half an hour later, we were in bed. I regret not even exchanging phone numbers with her, but next morning, we parted and she became just a memory.

That was a success story, but there have been countless failures. I'll tell you about another successful pick-up tomorrow.

Post Orgasmic Depression

2008-08-27T06:43:00.000-07:00

I'm working away from home this week and have been feeling very horny. I get so turned on at times that I find it hard to concentrate. I just have to have sex. One of my lovers lives about an hour and a quarter from where I'm staying, so I phoned her last night.

She was as desperate for it as I. I drove over to see her this morning. barely was I through the front door and we were locked in embrace and deep French kissing. the sex was fast and furious. She orgasmed three times in ten minutes and urged me to cum quickly, which I did. After a quick shower, I was bundled out of the house - her daughter was on her way round. I can't have been in the house more than 20 minutes.

When I orgasmed, I felt an almost instant depression. This occasionally happens. When sex is good, with a woman I really fancy, I am on a high for hours after an orgasm, but Wendy didn't have that effect. The psychology interests me. Why should I be on a high sometimes and at other times feel a tad depressed?

It seems to be because I don't really fancy Wendy very much. Nice woman though she is, she really isn't my type. She's just a good shag. Putting this down in the blog has helped me to make a decision: I will be less ready to have sex with Wendy or other women whom I don't particularly fancy in future. It's rich of me to say it, but I think the mild depression is because I have cheapened sex by going with a woman simply because she has somewhere where I can put my cock. Let's see if my resolve holds. I do get desperate at times. I'll keep you informed.

Now, my readers, if you value this blog, please try to find ways to recommend it. There is only a tiny handful of readers... so let's try to get the ratings up, pls...

Sex in the Office

2008-08-26T13:32:00.000-07:00

You will have heard me say that I don't mix sex and work. That isn't entirely accurate. I once gave a big come-on to my p.a. of that time. I fell flat on my face and she turned me down. From then on, she sent me emails about how to find willing women, but she wasn't one of the willing ones.

I had a huge problem. I now didn't know how to call her to book when she had made a blunder. I felt she had a hold on me. She didn't ever try to extort anything - it was just a feeling that she might. She knew something about me and I felt so uncomfortable.

But (never begin a sentence with 'and' 'so' 'but' or 'because') but, but I should say that I have had sex in the office, but never with one of my staff. It seems only yesterday, but I had a few brief encounters with a gorgeous woman who was married to a police inspector. One night, she came to see me after the staff had gone home.

It was fantastic. The only position was over the desk, from behind. Then Ann, from Fife, a nurse, used to finish an overnight shift at the local teaching hospital. I got into the office early and suffered the indignity of carpet burns on my knees.

I can't remember quite how many, but I have had sex with perhaps six or eight of my lovers in the office.

And (now don't begin a sentence with 'and') and I hope there may be many more. Offers, please?

What turns me on

2008-08-26T02:29:00.000-07:00

Apologies to my readers. I took Norma away for the long weekend and could find no privacy to write a posting. We had some glorious sex on Sunday at the hotel.

Now, men get turned on by lots of things in connection with women. I’m going to tell you what I find arousing, but let me begin by telling you of one lover in particular. Frances and I were lovers some 20 years ago. After lots of foreplay, Frances went into the bath room. She came out wearing a basque, stockings and suspenders. She had bought the basque simply to please me. I get very touched when I woman goes that extra mile to please me. However, basques are just too contrived for me.

Of course, I get more turned on by a woman who is nicely dressed. Stockings and suspenders can be a turn on, but aren’t a prerequisite by any means.

My ideal woman is intelligent, nicely dressed, and nicely spoken, with a warm personality. It makes little difference if the underwear is Mark’s and Spencer’s or Anne Summers. Mind you, yesterday, I saw a woman from behind, in a tight pair of jeans. She had a gorgeous bum. I had to distract myself or else an erection would have been visible.

Sorry for such a short posting – lots of work to catch up on here in the office. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about my sexual exploits here at work.

Sex In Different Cultures

2008-08-22T03:10:00.000-07:00

Hommo Sapiens began a migration out of the East African Rift Valley around 120,000 years ago and spread around the world. During that migration, discrete races evolved. Before I experienced intimacy with women from different parts of the world, I wondered if love making might be practised and experienced differently according to culture and race.

The most recent common ancestors of the people of China and Caucasians could have lived as long ago as 85,000 years. Africans and Caucasians could have split even longer ago. During those thousands of years, facial features, skin pigmentation and hair have evolved differently within each racial group. I used to wonder if love making had evolved differently. Of my lovers, two have been African, two Chinese and one Indian. In each case, none had had a Western lover before me.

In each case, if my eyes had been closed, I would not have known that the woman was of a different race. When both of us were in the heat of passion – that time when everything is shut out except ecstasy and one is lost to everything except the sheer pleasure - then our bodies moved instinctively in harmonious, erotic rhythm. I conclude that human intimacy, the techniques, instinct and derived pleasures are primaeval.

Furthermore, we all share the same enjoyment of different sexual positions. There were no surprises, except that one of the Chinese women wanted only the ‘missionary’ position. The other Chinese woman was the opposite and we shared ten positions, all of which most Western couples practice.

The joy of all this is that I, and others, have had and can have the incredible pleasure of united body and soul with people of different races. If you have similar or different experiences, why don’t you put a comment on this blog?

I observe that there are a lot of adverts from women wanting sex with African men. If you are one of those women, why don't you tell us of your experiences?

Condom or no condom?

2008-08-20T22:28:00.000-07:00

Condom or no condom? I mentioned that I had become aroused because Diane sent me a text saying that she has had a coil fitted. I love unprotected sex. When a man wears a condom, he can feel little of the friction between himself and the woman, but I still prefer condoms much of the time, because of the fear of catching something.

To my constant surprise, the overwhelming majority of women who are either post-menopausal or who have a coil or take the pill, don't expect safe sex. Most men and women dislike condoms. Putting them on is a turn off. They also make the penis look stupid. they reduce feeling especially for the man and they prevent a woman from experiencing one of her most basic desires - feeling a man cum inside her and experiencing the infusion of semen. A man's primaeval desire to cum inside a woman is matched by an equally strong desire of the woman to feel the man cum in her.

As I said, I am constantly surprised that a new partner - a woman I don't really know and am meeting for the first time - will not want me to wear a condom. I am careful. It's not that I never have unprotected sex, because I do, and I love it, but there has to be a certainty beyond reasonable doubt that the woman carries no infection.

I may have had a charmed life, but I have never had an std, except that Norma and I had thrush many years ago. this is sexually transmitted but can be caught without sex simply from fungal spores in the air. Celebate monks and nuns get it. It isn't dangerous. Having said that, I get myself checked out once in a while. I used to go to special clinics in hospitals. One can keep one's anonymity there and one's GP isn't contacted by them. However, I now go to my GP every six months. When I have a six monthly check for cholesterol etc, as men should at my age, I get tests done for stds at the same time.

I mentioned that I do have unprotected sex at times. let me explain the circumstances. Most women I meet are extremely nice, ordinary people with husbands and families. I have a really good nose for genuineness and honesty. I make a judgement. If in doubt, I wear protection, even if the woman doesn't require it. So far, my instincts have proved right. I don't wish to get complacent and will be for ever on my guard.

Now, the thought of having hours of sex with Diane, the dentist and finally, at the culmination, pumping lots of that sticky white cum into her vagina makes me go weak at the knees. But, do I trust her that much? I'll let you know

Message from the Dentist

2008-08-20T04:41:00.000-07:00

I apologise for not having posted yesterday. I was called away on an urgent business matter. However, I received a text from ‘Diane’, the dentist. She tells me she has had a coil fitted and wants to meet soon. This caused me to be very aroused. The obvious symptom was absent, but I had dryness of the mouth, a knot in my stomach and a sensation almost as if I was trembling all over. I wasn’t actually shaking but it seemed like every muscle was being given a ‘nervous’ signal.

Such feelings of sexual anticipation aren’t unusual for me. I don’t get an erection at that point, but I do get a secretion of a shiny liquid – I call it pre-cum, the lubricant for penetration.

I told you about my meeting with her a week ago. It was hours of uninterrupted sex of a quality that is rarely surpassed. Her vaginal muscles were strong and she orgasmed often, sending them into convulsions. When I went down on her, her labia minora were erect , opened like the petals of a flower. I have never seen this in such a pronounced and perfect way. The amazing thing is that she had been divorced for two years and had not had sex since. My anxiety is that next time, we will not come near to repeating the sheer enjoyment of last time. It is also difficult for me to find an alibi for such a prolonged meeting at short notice.

She has asked if we can meet this week, but that is out of the question. I will have to sort something out soon or I will become incapacitated with frustration. I’ll let you know what transpires…

asymetric relationships - she loves me but I not her

2008-08-17T23:11:00.000-07:00

I mentioned that I suffered terrible guilt about my philandering earlier in my life and that it took a very special woman – a therapist to help me accept myself as I am. I now not only feel comfortable with myself, but I feel I am doing a good, wholesome and right thing. It is right and wholesome because inhibition, guilt and frustration are such destructive feelings that warp our personalities. If I have sex with a woman who is not my wife, I am not hurting my wife, but I am helping myself and the other woman to feel fulfilled and whole. This sounds like casuistry, but it is my strong belief.

Having said all that, I feel rightly guilty at times, not because of the ‘infidelity’ but because sometimes a woman grows to have greater expectations out of the relationship than I do. It all starts as an affair – it can be romantic, beautiful and very satisfying, sexually, but it is still an affair. If that woman is very unhappy in her own marriage or if she is single or separated, then I sometimes become an important part of her life, a part that she wants to grow and nurture.

It makes me feel dire when I realise that a damaged woman is now in love with me when I am not in love with her. I have sometimes fallen in love with my lovers, and in a sense that’s less of a problem because it’s mutual and together we have to work with it. However, when my lover is in a fragile state and falls in love with me, but I don’t fall in love with her, that does make me feel terrible. That’s one of the unfortunate spin-offs of my life style.

And on another matter, I fancy the pants off a woman who works in the same building. She is late 30s or early 40s and married. She has such a lovely, wonderful smile, beautifully dressed and so pleasant and very, very sexy. I want to bed her, but you know, experienced as I am, the fear of rejection is so big that I daren’t even flirt with her. I bet you never thought I’d say that, did you? The problem is that I want to be in her knickers so desperately that it’s distracting me from my work. I think I’ll send her an anonymous invitation to Illicit Encounters and then look out for new entries that could possibly be her: http://www.illicitencounters.com

Oh, yes – And Marie, women can join that site for free.

Sex and Spirituality

2008-08-17T01:42:00.000-07:00

When I went to church with Norma in my 20s and was beset with guilt about my proclivities, part of the guilt was because that I had come to believe that there was a spiritual dimension to intercourse – that it joined a man and woman together not just bodily but spiritually as well. They became one and consequently it was a violation of that oneness if one had sex with someone else.

I wrote in one of my earliest postings that it took me years to accept myself as I am and be comfortable with what might be described as a promiscuous or adulterous life-style. However, in a strange way, I feel that there is something in the Christian view that sex is more than a bodily act. When I make love, I feel incredibly close emotionally and spiritually to the woman, even if I don’t know her name. I pick up her feelings and have a wonderful empathy of spirit. This dimension is exquisitely beautiful much of the time.

Now, rather than violating my unity with Norma, when I sleep with another woman, I am simply becoming incredibly close to another human being. That can only be a good thing. Maybe the old 1960s catch phrase ‘make love not war’ has something to it.

Sex With Norma and Paucity of Readers

2008-08-16T20:27:00.000-07:00

Two matters to address today. The first is sex with Norma, my wife. Please don’t expect me to be too graphic. It would be unfair on her. We first had sex 44 years ago at my parents’ house when they were away visiting my grandparents. I was 18 and she was 17. I still remember it vividly. When I put my hand up her skirt, pulled aside her pants, touched her between her legs and my finger went inside, it was, up to that time in my life, the most magical moment ever. I could only imagine what it would be like up to that point, but now I felt that delicious soft, wetness. And next, I could smell her juices and it was pure heaven. Why some women get embarrassed about the smell of their juices or try to eliminate them I will never know. It is a smell that transports a man to a level of pleasure so high that is not easy to describe.

Then, when she touched me and I was allowed to push my penis inside her, the feeling intensified. I didn’t achieve a very deep penetration that first time. Only my glans and a little more was inside, but it was enough for me to know that I liked this more than anything in the whole world. I had found the ultimate experience. That’s the way it still is. Nothing comes near it.

Though I have had in excess of sixty lovers and rising, I still get an incredible thrill when I penetrate Norma. Women sometimes ask me what is my favourite position. Well, I don’t have one, because variety is good. I’m not into contortion or ‘doing a position’ just because it’s tricky. My only use of different positions with Norma or any woman is to intensify the feeling and the stimulation. A different position means that the penis and vagina are in a slightly different relation, thus enhancing enjoyment. So Norma and I vary it every time. There is nothing in our sex live that is unusual, though occasionally, she likes her wrists tying to the bed head and for me to 'use' her as I wish. I said I like variety. Well that goes for styles of sex, too. I love the mutual and romantic with both bodies in absolute harmony. I also by way of change also like to be dominant and have often acted out 'rough' scenarios where the woman wants me to use her body for my gratification and for me to be a little rough. All this is by mutual consent. So, Norma and I still have a varied sex life and even had sex out of doors last year.

And now a second matter which is of great concern to me. I have only a handful of loyal readers. I analyse how many hits the web site has and how many return visits there are. (Don’t worry – the software doesn’t tell me who you are. It simply says how many and how many of those have visited previously.) My principal means of getting the site known was through Gumtree and Viva Street, both of which have stopped my ads. I therefore have no means of replacing any readers who fall away, so if you value this site, you might suggest to me how it can be publicised – philanderer@live.co.uk – or else you can help by making it known.

Finally, it was good to have Marie making a comment. She is the first of you to do so. May there be more. In order for you to make a comment, you need to join the Google Community. You can do this and keep anonymity. All you do is attempt to leave a comment and Google will prompt you.

As mentioned, weekends are not usually time for extra marital activity, so back to the gardening later today. I will tell you more about lovers past and present tomorrow.

Reply to Marie

2008-08-16T01:03:00.000-07:00

Marie,

You say that you would feel guilty and then you ask for advice on how to start. Are you really sure you want go down this route? I suggest you do some good hard thinking to try to come to terms with what your instincts are.

If you get over the guilt hurdle, then do what most of my lovers have done - either advertise or read the adverts of guys. Be prepared for a very big response and be prepared to wade through lots of undesirable replies, but you will find gold. Also, you know the rules about the need to meet in public places and never be alone with a man unless you are 110% sure that he is what he claims to be. It's always a good idea to chat on the phone a good deal before meeting. You can tell an awful lot about someone by their conversation. That may mean that you will need a secret sim card for your phone. Good luck and all the best.

Yesterday's Encounter

2008-08-15T17:06:00.000-07:00

I have been very lucky recently, meeting new lovers and potential lovers. Yesterday, I met Gail, a woman of 38. She was lovely, but emotionally fragile. She had recently left her husband who forced her into a swinging life style that she didn't enjoy. She told me that initially, she wanted it, because sex with her husband wasn't good and she was sexually frustrated. When he suggested it, she readily agreed, but it wasn't what she expected.

The biggest problem was that she had no control over the choice of men she had sex with. Her husband would take her to meet a couple and there was no option to say that she didn't want sex with some awful man. Her husband also put ads in the paper for men to have sex with her while he watched or took part. she told me that the majority of them were 'absolutely revolting and crude' Poor woman, she has been quite damaged.

She now wanted to have control over her choice of lovers. We chatted for hours on the bed and she cried a lot and cuddled up to me. It was on the point of becoming erotic, but I, of all people, suggested that we wait till next time to make love. I simply wanted her to regain some self respect. Now I returned home horny as hell and needed to gratify myself. No harm in that. I have to keep him fit.

Again we come to a weekend. No doubt my lovely Norma will be ready for a long, loving session. I'd better get to sleep or I won't have the energy. I haven't described love making with Norma. I never get too explicit, but I will venture to do so over the weekend.

Sexual Stamina

2008-08-15T02:20:00.000-07:00

You will have learnt that I like prolonged sexual activity. I am not averse to quickies in a moment of passion and have had many satisfying ones for both me and my lovers over the years. In case there are those who are incredulous or would like to know how to achieve such stamina at my age, I’ll tell you how a man of 62 can keep going for so long.

1. Avoid early ejaculation. There was a time earlier in my life when after cumming, I could be erect in ten more minutes. I can’t do that anymore so premature ejaculation must be avoided at all costs. I think it’s happened with me only once in the last few years, but that was only a year ago and it was a terrible let down for us both. I had paid for a very nice hotel and was all set for several hours’ of passion, but when she reached down and touched me with her hand, I came. It was so disappointing for both of us.

Part of the reason was that I hadn’t followed one of my simple rules: make sure that I have had an orgasm no more than two days’ earlier. If I had not made love within a couple of days of a date, I make sure I bring myself to orgasm a day or two before. It seems that if I have a lot of semen stored up, it wants to get out as quickly as possible. I make a lot of semen and there is more than enough after half a day.

Control over ejaculation is easier the longer I have been having sex, so if I avoid ejaculation for an hour, then I can be really energetic, and still not cum unless I want to.

Using a condom also reduces the chance of early ejaculation. Us men know that sexual pleasure is reduced by wearing a condom. It is still fantastic, but we cannot feel much friction between the penis and vagina. Consequently, there is less stimulation to trigger ejaculation.

Let me also say, that if I anticipate that sex will go on over very many hours and continue through a number of days, I often avoid orgasm until the final session. When I was with my youngest lover on a short holiday, we had sex almost continuously for three days. I came once after 24 hours and only then next time only at the end of the third day. It’s not true that men get their biggest thrill when they cum. It is immensely pleasurable, but penetration is the absolute height of pleasure, especially when one can feel vaginal muscles convulsing and one’s lover moving in harmony.

2. Keeping Fit: Another component of keeping going for a long time is fitness. I walk 30 miles a week, swim a lot, and have a lot of sexual exercise.

3. Diet: A healthy diet is important, too. I literally make sure I’ve had a good meal no more than three hours before love making.

4. Avoid Alcohol: I also avoid drinking too much. I usually don’t drink before love making, but it is lovely to do so with a romantic meal. However, half a bottle of wine seems to enhance the performance, but it goes down after that.

5. Don’t smoke. It reduces libido and the circulation.

6. The more sex you have, the longer you can keep going.

7. Keep Going: there is a conundrum – the longer I keep going, the longer I can go on. It seems that after a couple of hours, I feel able to continue indefinitely.

Tomorrow, I will tell you about a new lady I am meeting tonight.

Love with the dentist

2008-08-14T00:28:00.000-07:00

I was a little apprehensive at meeting the dentist – a woman 20 years my junior who works out three times a week. I keep fit for my age – I walk 30 miles a week and go for the occasional jog. I can swim a mile and sometimes do, but meeting with a medical person, especially a dentist made me slightly uneasy. Dentists have a lot of training in common with doctors. Moreover, they look into the horrors of people’s mouths. Now, my dental hygiene is good, but I do love kissing of the wet, French type. I wondered if the mouth of a stranger might not be the place she would want to put her tongue.

Well, wasn’t I wrong? She kissed deliciously and knew exactly how to explore my mouth in that way. She had no prohibitions or inhibitions. Moreover, she knew how to suck a man. I have said often that the penis and vagina are made for each other, and though I enjoy oral sex, especially giving it, as I adore the taste of a woman, my preference is for a good old shag. When there is time, then the other orifices are a pleasure.

I keep calling the woman, ‘The Dentist,’. I know her name, but let me call her Diane. I do not wish to identify any woman, but my description of a dark-haired, petite dentist aged 42 are enough of a give-away, especially when she wasn’t working on a Wednesday afternoon, without removing all doubt by giving her name. So, Diane had asked me to bring plenty of condoms. That was because she wanted regular changes from vaginal, to oral and doesn’t like the taste of condoms. I took a box of 12 and had one left at the end, which I discarded. I don’t think I could explain to my lovely, 61 year-old Norma why I need condoms, so best not to take them home.

And now the question you have all been waiting to be answered. She did have a large clitoris, but no bigger than some I have seen before, and it was hidden in a dark forest of pubes. Some men like women to shave. I don’t. It is much more of a turn on to see a hairy pussy, but let me say that in spite of that, two of the women I have fallen in love with have shaved. It isn’t taboo for me, but I prefer hairy.

And, yes, the big clitoris did seem to make Diane orgasm rather easily. She came time after time, quite easily the most number of times I have ever experienced in a woman. It sounds an exaggeration, but it could easily have been fifty times, when the most orgasms I’d given a woman in one session before could never have reached double figures. Girls, when you orgasm with your man inside you, I can’t describe how good it feels to have your muscles contracting around that precious member. It is the height of pleasure, beating any experience I have ever had, so please, girls, keep cumming.

I have known women to fake an orgasm, but Diane wasn’t one of them. Her throbbing, contracting muscles were evidence enough. She was noisy, too and I was sure that half the hotel could hear. We met in my hotel room at ten to three. I offered her a drink, but before she drank any of it, we were pressed together. Again, I fear it will seem an exaggeration, but we made energetic love without a break till quarter to seven, at which time, we jumped in the shower and then went down to the restaurant. At 8:30 pm, we were hard at it again, until after ten, when we both fell asleep, exhausted. I got up for a pee at 5:15, but when I got back in bed, Diane’s hand reached between my legs. We spent over an hour and a half making love, and, I had to remind her that she was waking up the rest of the hotel. Just after seven, she went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was saying goodbye and thanking me for the best she’d ever had. Certainly, for me, it ranks among the best and will be a time I will never forget. I haven’t been this sore for a very long time.

Not always a winner with women

2008-08-12T20:39:00.000-07:00

I need to correct an impression: It might appear that women fall into my lap. That is far from the truth. My success is in part due to the fact that I try hard. There have been many occasions when I have been refused. I met a very nice Belgian woman in Frankfurt Airport. To my surprise, she had no German. She spoke English, French and Flemish. My German is the phrasebook type, but I came to her rescue. I discovered that we both had a long wait ahead so I bought her a coffee. We exchanged phone numbers and I thought that I was on to a winner. A month later, I was in Brussels and took her to dinner. The setting was perfect, but I didn’t even get to hold her hand.

In June this year, I met a married woman whom I had found on an alternative dating web site. We had exchanged photos and spent a lot of time chatting on the phone. After only ten minutes with her, she said, ‘Sorry, you aren’t my type.’ She got up and walked away.

Chemistry with women is everything. I have been fortunate enough to have gelled with lots of women, but by no means in every case. If you are a man reading this blog and feel envious, be assured that you can be as successful as I. Try hard to source the right women, but don’t try too hard to make it with them too soon or you will frighten them off, and rightly so. Here are a few tips, 1. Don’t be crude. Most women do not want to see a picture of your cock. There are exceptions, but wait till they ask you. Never offer. I have only once every sent such a picture and the woman was asking me to send it for months before I agreed. 2. Be charming and be interested in their whole lives, not just in their bra size. I never ask a woman how big her boobs are. It is of little interest to me. I love women’s breasts, large or small. If a woman had lost her breasts through cancer and surgery, I would want to surround her with affection, make her happy, and pleasure her just as as much, or even more, than if she were 38 DD. 3. Care about the whole woman. 4. be a gentleman out of bed, even if you are a stallion in bed. Women like flowers and perfume. They like doors opening for them. 5. Be scrupulously clean. Get into the habit of showering twice or more a day, even when you aren’t going to meet a lover. 6. Dress well. 7. Be warm, relaxed and gentle. 8. Don’t try to rush a relationship. Go at the woman’s pace, but always try to anticipate that. Women do like to be swept off their feet, but if she indicates that you are going too fast, slow down and wait for the right signal. Kissing is a good way of assessing temperature.

However, the lady dentist I am about to meet has given clear signals that she wants sex on the first meeting. She told me to bring plenty of condoms. I feel very turned on at the thought of this woman, a woman around 20 years my junior. She works out in a gym three times a week – let’s see how my stamina holds. I’ll let you know…

Angry husbands

2008-08-11T21:02:00.000-07:00

It has always surprised me that the husbands who have found out about me have been more angry with me than with their wives. Of the sixty or more lovers I have had, around forty have been married. Of those, three husbands have found out about me, two of which have found out my identity, as well. Both of them found out in exactly the same way. The stories of the two of them are uncannily similar and happened within five years of each other, in 1989 and 1994, when I was 43 and 48.

In those days, I used the advertising journal, 'Loot' to find lovers. The first of the two women, Jane, met me first in a B&Q car park (For non-UK readers, B&Q is a store which sells DIY goods, tools, paint etc). I got in her car and she was so nervous that I reassured her by showing her my driving licence and a credit card. I advised her that she would feel more secure on her first visit to my home if she was able to confide in a friend and give her those details. The fact that I had offered this, reassured her that I wasn't the mad axe man.

(I do not wish to stress enough that women should never ever trust a strange man, even if their absolute fantasy is to have sex with a stranger. I think I went too far in giving my identity away at such an early stage, but there are other equally assuring things one can do, such as pay for a hotel room with a debit or credit card while the woman is present.)

Anyway, Jane was among the small number of women I have fallen in love with. She was 25. I used to be able to work from home a couple of days a week. On those days, Jane came round. We didn't just make love, but we went for walks, afternoon tea and played cards. The sex was fantastic, too.

I adored her. We wrote to each other often. The mail at her house came after her husband had gone to work. I always got her to address letters to me on a type writer on brown envelopes, also adding my company name as part of the address. It always looked like work correspondence which Norma simply ignored. (My trick of using the name of the previous occupant wasn't a good idea then, because we had been in the house a long time and it would have seemed strange if there was a surge of correspondence for him. Details of how that deception worked was in my first two postings) Using brown, typed envelopes worked.

Five years later, when Jane was off the scene, I met Linda, again through the personal columns of 'Loot,' the advertising paper. My ad was always the same, 'Happily married professional man seeks lover.' Linda was special and the one I think about most, even though I haven't seen her for years. We even went on holiday together, when Norma thought I was on business trips. I wrote to Linda, too. I should have learnt my lesson from Jane, but I didn't.

I mentioned that the two cases were so similar that they sound like the same story: I met both through Loot, both were a lot younger than me, I fell in love with both of them and in each case, we wrote love letters to each other. Both women kept some of their letters from me in their handbags and both husbands began to wonder why their wives suddenly had started to take their handbags with them everywhere they moved, even into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, or into the toilet, even when they weren't having a period.

In each case, after the husband's suspicion had been aroused, the women left their handbags unattended in a moment of distraction. One of them simply left her handbag in the lounge to answer the phone, situated in the hall and was kept on line for a long time. The other left her bag in the lounge to attend to her child who had fallen in the garden. In both cases the husband pounced. In both cases they found not just letters from me, but a letter ready for posting to me, complete with name and address. Uncannily similar, but true.

In both cases, the husbands came angrily to my house. It was a small miracle that Norma didn't find out. On the first occasion, Norma had 'flu' and was in bed. On the second occasion, she had just gone out. Both husbands were incredibly angry and wanted to tell Norma, but I lied to both husbands and told them that Norma had left me and that we were getting a divorce. Both men believed me but threatened violence and left. There were ugly scenes.

I am much more careful now, but even the internet doesn't give the anonymity that most people think. Unless you take steps to wipe your computer clean, every email you send by a web browser (Hot mail, Yayoo, Live GMail etc, etc, is stored on your computer and can easily be found, if you know where to look. It is also easy to wipe those records. Email me and I'll tell you how: philanderer@live.co.uk. More of that in a later posting, but let me say that I am becoming very aroused at the thought of Thursday and my liaison with the lady dentist. She says that her clitoris is twice the size of most women and claims that this makes her more aroused than most, more of the time. let's see how it goes...

My Wife's friend Millicent

2008-08-11T02:44:00.000-07:00

I mentioned that I have always been careful not to become involved with women too na to home, but there were three exceptions. I have told you about the first two. This is the story of the third and last - Millicent. She was a friend of my wife’s when they were in their late 20s and 30s. At that time, one of their mutual friends thought it amusing to disclose that Millie had a crush on me. This was in front of Millie and me. Millie denied it, but all the women goaded her and she became very embarrassed. I could tell that she was lying.

I waited a few years until Norma’s circle of friends had changed, as they do over a number of years. Millie had moved jobs and house and our only contact was became only Christmas cards. However, Philanderers never forget, nor never miss an opportunity. A full eight years after we had last seen her, I called at her home, under the pretext that I was passing by. She gave me a coffee and I started talking about the occasion when Norma had friends round and one of them teased her about her fancying me. As I was talking, Millie blushed. I now stuck my neck out and said something like, ‘Well, it was ironical, because I had been fancying you for years.’ She went on not to admit her feelings, but simply to say that she was upset that one of her friends had broken a confidence.

I left my chair and sat next to her and took hold of her hand. She gave my hand a squeeze. We kissed and then hugged and touched and ended up in bed. We were lovers for almost two years, until Millie found herself a new man. There were no complications in the relationship.

Today is a normal working day and I have a mountain of work to catch up on, but the thought of bedding a new woman is never far from my thoughts. There are some new ones in the pipe line, the thought of which is delicious, having seen their photos. One is a lady I am due to meet on Wednesday for the first time. She is visiting me at my hotel. Her emails have been explicit and I have every hope that we will get off to a quick start. She looks and sounds lovely, 41 years old – 5’2”, a size 10 and she tells me that she hopes I don’t mind but she doesn’t shave her pubes. That tells me that she expects me to see them . She is a dentist. Now, a dentist will be a first for me. I have slept with a woman who was a senior academic and later became a professor. I have slept with a successful author. I have slept with air hostesses, school teachers, two nurses, an antique dealer, a children’s nurse, but never with a dentist. She also tells me that her clitoris is twice the normal size which makes her horny a lot of the time. Now, if she hadn’t had some medical training, I would take what she says with a pinch of salt. I’ll let you know what I find…

Unexpected pleasures

2008-08-09T03:09:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I had an all-day meeting a couple of hundered miles from home. It meant a very early start and I had told Norma to expect me at around 11 pm. To my pleasant surprise, it finished by lunch time. As is very often the case, I was feeling randy and wondered where I could get some action. However, I had had some email and phone contact with a woman I had never met, a woman who lived only a mile off my route home.

It was a long shot, but I gave her a call. To my surprise, she answered. FRom previous conversations, she had said that she wanted to meet for a coffee for the first time. I thought I might meet her for a coffee, go for a kiss in the car and then, perhaps she'd invite me home.

It turned out better than that. She said she wanted to meet me. I asked her to text the location, along with road name and post code, if she had it. I hung up and then continuede the journey, stopping at a motorway services to see if the text had arrived. It had and it was her home address. I arrived there an hour or so later. She was 5 feet tall and a size 18, but had lots of charm and was beautifully dress. A woman's size is not of primary importance to me. Her charm is.

She gave me a cup of tea, but before I had drunk it, she was kissing me as if I were the first man she'd seen in years. She almost ate me, but there is nothing like kissing to stimulate arousal. You know that I generally like extended foreplay. Well, I couldn't slow the pace down and within 15 minutes, we were naked in bed and making love. After only a further five or so minutes, she had an enormous orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me, no less than 32 times. I have never felt such strong pulsations, ever. She was making a lot of noise, too.

We continued for a further half hour and then, before I knew it, she had disappeared to go downstairs and I was in the shower. From start to finish, it was all over in under three quarters of an hour. Including drinking the cup of tea and taking the shower, I was in an out of the house in about an hour. That for me is a quickie, not the quickest, quickie I have ever had. The quickest have been when I joined the mile high club and when I joined the mile under club - sex on Eurostar. Next quickest was sex on a railway platform.

Anyway, I was doubly happy yesterday, because I have been away a lot recently and was missing Norma, my lovely, sexy and unsuspecting wife. I had phoned her to let her know that I would be back early. We had a romantic dinner at home and, believe it or not, made love afterwards.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to make a posting tomorrow (Sunday) but I will try and then I will tell you about the third and final friend of my wife's that I have slept with...

My Wife's Friends

2008-08-07T12:10:00.000-07:00

I mentioned that I am careful not to have lovers too close to home, but there have been three exceptions, one of which I have told you about. Here is another, and it demonstrates the fact that it isn't a clever idea.

Marlene had been a neighbour who regularly came round for a coffee and a chat. She was a couple of years younger than me and very attractive. We moved house and didn't keep in touch with her, though I had heard that her husband had died. One Saturay evening, I went to the off licence to buy some wine. AS I came out, I saw her about 50 yards away, getting into her car. She looked delicious and I became instantly aroused at the thought of pleasuring this beautiful woman. My hunch was that she was driving home, so I got in my car and followed her the mile or so.

I parked up, as she was backing her car onto her drive. I got out and walked over to her, saying that I had seen her from a distance and hadn't had the opportunity to say how sorry I was about her loss of Brian. She surprised me with what sounded like a callous statement, saying that she hadn't had a proper marriage for years.

She invited me in, but I told her I couldn't stay more than a moment. We hugged, like friends do, but I sensed that there was more too it and I dared a kiss, which she readily accepted. The kiss lasted more than a minute and our bodies were pressed close. In for a penny, I thought, and touched her breast which made her moan with pleasure. I gave her my alternative phone number and left.

I spent a number of nights with her and had a very satisfying sexual relationship with her, until she tried to get me to leave Norma. I then saw a different side of Marlene. She threatened to tell Norma, if I didn't. It was getting very scary, but I had an idea - I phoned the local police station and asked them whether blackmail has to involve money. I was told that it need not involve money. It can simply be someone threatening to disclose something about you if you don't take a particular course of action.

I wrote to Marlene and told her that she was guilty of blackmail and that if she did carry out the threat and tell Norma, I would go to the police. I wouldn't have gone to the police, but the threat worked and I haven't heard from her since. It was a close shave.

I'll tell you about the third friend of my wife's tomorrow, but finally, tonight, all I want to say is that I get very horny thinking of women and I am very horny much of the time so if Norma isn't up to it tonight, I will have to pleasure myself thinking delicious thoughts.

I'm a Wolf, but I care

2008-08-06T10:26:00.000-07:00

There have been four occasions this year when I have gone to great lengths to meet a new lover and she has backed out at the last minute - not through cold feet, but because of circumstances. On each occasion, I had paid for a hotel. On three occasions, I had travelled a long distance.

One had a sudden family bereavement. Another had a child who fell ill. Another fell ill herself. I may be a wolf, preoccupied with the thought of getting into a new woman's knickerss, but one she is in difficulty, be it bereavement, sickness or family problems, a different side of me comes into play: I genuinely care and bear no grudge at the let-down. One of them described me on a later date, as the 'kindest, gentlest man she had ever met.

An empathy with women or with people of any gender does endear women to me. It is not a ploy, but a genuine part of my nature. The flip side is that I am as horny as hell and will go to great lengths to get a woman into bed. However, my lust will never be at the cost of causing hurt.

Always on the look out, but carefully goes it

2008-08-04T07:07:00.000-07:00

Of my 60 plus lovers and brief encounters, only three have been people who know my wife. I am very careful indeed not to create a situation where Norma might find out. The first of those became my lover around 1993. It was a woman who became Norma's friend when her children and our were at the same school.

Once they left that primary school, the frindship waned and we lost touch with her. Some ten years on, I met her in Marks and Spencer. We asked each other how things were and she explained thatshe had just divorced her husband. I quickly established that there wasn't a man on her horison.

I said that Norma would love to hear from her and so, I got her phone number. I didn't mention meeting up with Pam to Norma but kept the number safe. I confess I phoned Pam and asked her advice. It was a risky thing to do. I lied and told her that norma had grown cold and unresponsive physically. I aske Pam to tell me from a woman's point of view what I should do. She gave me lots of advice which I told Pam that I had tried - romantic dinners, flowers, weekends away. Pam then let slip, something that opened the door for me, 'I wish Ron had been like you. You seem like the perfect man to have around.'

I was off oon a business trip the next week and I was bold enough to ring Pam and say that Norma didn't want to come, but that I was feeling pretty low. Would she care to join me. She jumped at the chance. We stayed at a country house hotel. Hardly had we got through the door of the luxurious bedroom and we were in an embrace. We slowly undressed and mad love for two hours before dinner and then came back to bed with a bottle of champagne afterwards. We made love all ends up into the early hours.

We were lovers for several years. When we had grown closer emotionally, I told her the truth - that I had lied about Normaa, but I explained that I had done it only because I wanter her, Pam, so much. She accepted it as a compliment,that she a 'nice man' could go to such lengths to get the woman he wanted.

There were two others who knew my wife. More of those tomorrow.

Kate came round

2008-08-03T16:13:00.000-07:00

Yes, Kate came to my house on Saturday morning. I behave and act normally so as not to arouse suspicion. When she came to the door, there was no furtiveness. I let her in, but once behind the door, we were in an erotic clinch. She was on heat and before I could ask if she wanted a cup of tea, I was unzipped.

She al but threw me on the settee and leaped on me, straddling me and pulling her knickers to one side, impailing herself on me, jumping upand down, squealing, 'Oh God I need this.' It was a comparative quickie, all over in 20 minutes. I made her a cup of tea and she left.

I picked Norma up from her 'health farm' at lunch time. She was frisky. I had showered since Kate and was ready for action again. I man should always be ready to pleasure his wife, and let me say, I get as much pleasure from Norma as I ever have done.

Weekend sex

2008-08-02T01:40:00.000-07:00

Norma has gone with a friend for some treatments at a health farm today. Kate is coming round. I was careful enough to drop off Norma and her friend this morning. I'm picking them up later. They can't come back unexpectedly.

Kate just send me a text - "it will have to be a quickie. Im only out shopping. my pussy is wet for you. God I need your c*ck.' Women on heat can be just as explicit as men or even more. Must go. Kate is almost here.

Karen

2008-08-01T07:59:00.000-07:00

I met with Karen for the first time last night after work. She is an internet contact. We spent a delightful two hours in the cocktail lounge of a hotel. I had booked a room but had no expectations that she would accept my invitation. My date earlier that day said she didn’t do it on a first date. Karen was not so coy. At around seven thirty, I asked her what time she had to be home. She said, ‘Tomorrow. My husband thinks I’m away with work.’ I replied that it was a good job that I had booked a room. She replied that she had no intention of sleeping in her car.

I then apologized and told her that I would have to go by ten O’clock. She completely took the wind out of my sails by saying, ‘Well, what are we waiting for?’ She was absolutely lovely. We took the remainder of the bottle of wine to the room and began slowly with languorous kisses, petting and slowly undressing each other. It was as near to a perfect evening as I have ever had. We didn’t try anything fancy and used only two positions, but kissed a lot as well. She orgasmed early, which always pleases me. By quarter to ten, I came and we both admitted to feeling on cloud nine. We showered together and I went home.

It’s not unusual for me to get a very close bond with a woman early on in a relationship. I have fallen in love a few times. Karen could become one time more. It may seem strange that I can have two or three lovers during the same period and be in love with two of them while having sex with a third, and yet having no feeling of guilt. That is just the way I am.

It’s weekend tomorrow and I may not have much time to do a posting, but I will try.

Fingering In The Car Park

2008-07-31T07:35:00.001-07:00

The first time I have sex with a woman is always special. I have not one, but potentially three new lovers. I met one of them for the first time today. She is 48 , married and quite lovely. We had lunch. As always, I see how far a new partner wants to go at a first meeting. We held hands and then after lunch, I asked if she would like to chat in my car. She accepted. Before long, we were in an embrace, kissing. We engaged in heavy petting. She was not backward, but soon reached for my groin and found, to her pleasure, that there was something worth holding.

She was wearing trousers, but with an elasticated waist, which means that I was able to discover that she was very wet and probably had been during the whole meal, if not all morning. I suggested driving to my house, but she said that she never goes the whole way on a first date. However, the texts she has since sent me show that there will be no holding back on Monday. I have booked a hotel room for the afternoon. …. Writing this posting has just been interrupted by an email from her, where she is quite explicit. She tells me that she likes to be dominated and wants overpowers and screwing up the arse. (Her words – I am not usually so explicit) Well, anal isn’t something I go for normally, but anything to oblige the lady. I am sure that I will have plenty of opportunity to take her in the more usual orifice as well.

Men like their penises pleasured orally, between breasts and anally, but for me, my greatest pleasure is to have him where he was designed to go. Vaginal sex is all I really need or crave. Let’s hope that on Monday, I will have plenty of it. Now, philanderer that I am, I am also meeting a new woman this evening after leaving the office. I will go home with a smile on my face, I am sure…

Undressing Strangers With The Eyes

2008-07-30T06:41:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, gave me no privacy for a posting. I am sorry if you logged in and found nothing new. In an earlier posting, I told you that only three male friends know about my alternative life style. These were chosen carefully as confidents because each had previously told me of their proclivities. When I told one of them, he said something like, ‘I’m amazed.’

I said, ‘Didn’t you think I was that kind of person?’

He said, ‘Well, it’s not that, but you have such a busy career and home life, I can’t believe you have time.’

Yesterday was a day when career and family were all consuming and I had no time either for my secret ladies or for posting to my blog.

Today, I want to give insight into how a philanderer like me thinks. Some would describe me as a wolf or in old fashioned terms ‘a scoundrel’. It may appear that I am always on the lookout for women with whom to have sex. In a sense, it’s true, but because I have been successful at finding lovers, I have control over my urges and don’t have lecherous thoughts where it is inappropriate. My children are grown up and have female friends who are otherwise very desirable, but it is anathema to me to lust after them. I have female staff and, again, I have no sexual thoughts or desires in their direction. The same applies to the wives and girlfriends of friends. These women are not just out of bounds, but out of bounds as far as thought are concerned.

On the other hand, no other half –attractive woman is safe from my desires. This is not to say that I will ever try to force my attentions on a woman, or be rude or crude. My technique is always mild flirtation. If there is a response then things can be taken further. However, my thoughts about women that I meet are often deliciously explicit. I frequently imagine what their feminine parts look like and how they smell and taste, and how firm or soft their breasts feel. I taste their kisses in my imagination and imagine what it is like to penetrate them.

Such thoughts are delicious and give me much pleasure. This means that any train or bus or train journey is an absolute pleasure, as is a walk though any city street. I very much doubt that many men are different and suspect that many women have secret similar thoughts, if they would admit to them.

Tomorrow’s posting is not about thoughts but action…

Weekend Sex With My Wife

2008-07-28T06:58:00.000-07:00

My weekend was as predicted with lots of gardening and two long sex sessions with Norma, one Saturday and one, yesterday. Yesterday, for the first time in ages, we had sex in the kitchen, with me lifting Norma onto a work surface, and she putting her legs round me while I was standing. I then sat on an upright chair in the breakfast area, while she straddled me. We then went into the lounge and made it on the settee and the floor. She doesn’t always orgasm these days, which I take some of the blame for, but that wasn’t the case, yesterday or Saturday, though I think Saturday set the tone.

On Saturday, we went into role play which is an occasional treat. She likes rough sex, on the very odd occasion, with me taking her by the hair and forcing myself on her. As usual, she put on clothes that were ready for throwing away. I tore these to get to her breasts and pussy and forced myself on her while she resisted. These are the only occasions when she likes anal. She loves the feeling of being used and abused, but, as mentioned, this is not something for every day. She has to be in the mood – and boy, was she in the mood on Saturday.

I am certain that if I didn’t have other lovers, my sex life with my wife wouldn’t be as half as enjoyable. Now, I’m still trying to get a new lover on board, but more of that tomorrow.

Saturdays

2008-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00

(Written this morning, but no privacy to post till now)

Weekends are rarely a good time for philandering. There has been the odd time when Norma has been away, but it happens rarely. If she is away, I always take advantage of it. This weekend, I will be the good husband, doing those chores that Norma stores up for me during the week. It’s usual for me to exchange a few comments with neighbours over the fence. I think they would be surprised to learn of my other life. Norma and I seem like such a happy and well-suited couple, which we are of course.

I sometimes wonder if Imogen or Cathy, my immediate neighbours would fancy a little extra entertainment while Tony and Phil, their husbands are at work, but it’s too risky to even hint at it. In stead, I will just cast a lingering eye in their direction and wonder what pleasure I might have from either of them. I have a vivid imagination. Having known so many women’s bodies, I have a good idea of what they would be like in bed. I even imagine what their wonderful feminine smell and taste are like. But, it’s not to be with Imogen and Cathy. I will just have to fantasise., but one thing is sure, I never use Norma while thinking of other women. I often did before my first extra-marital experience, but not since. Love making with Norma is better by far because I have other lovers. So, today is Norma’s day. I am feeling horny at the thought of her so I’ll sign off and see what her response will be.

The Joy of One Night Stands

2008-07-25T02:46:00.000-07:00

There is nothing like being away from home to stimulate the sexual urge … and when the urge comes, I have learnt not to ignore it. Eight or so years ago, at the age of 54, I was staying in a hotel in one of UK’s major cities. I had heard that there was a jazz club which was mainly frequented by middle-aged singles. As soon as I walked in, I noticed that men were either drinking alone or in pairs and most of the women were in groups.

I walked over to one such group and said, is this table for girls only, or may I join you? They welcomed me, giving the feeling that they had come out to look for the opposite sex. The oldest of the group looked about sixty, but had the figure of an eighteen year old. She was by far the most attractive. Cutting a long story short, she invited me to dance, during which she said, ‘What I’d really like, is to take you home.’ Well, she didn’t take me home. She came to my hotel which was only two minutes walk away. We made love for hours. And then fell asleep. Next morning, she told me that she liked younger men like me. I pointed out that I wasn’t much younger and then she told me her age – 72.

Well, I am now 62, and hope that I still have her sexual energy in ten years’ time.

I have had a few one night stands, but probably only one on average every three years or so, and then almost only when I have been away from home in a big city. I never travel without condoms. I never know when I will get lucky. Because one-night stands are so infrequent. I remember them all – Dawn in Chicago, Francesca in Rome, Katya in Berlin, Rebecca in Nairobi and many more… Today, I meeting a new potential lover for coffee. Oh, the wonders of the internet in finding partners. I’ll tell you more tomorrow…

Lunch Time Liaison

2008-07-24T03:20:00.000-07:00

If you appreciate this blog, please help to make it known.

Well, I met up with Kate at lunch time, yesterday. She brought a travel blanket and we went into the woods. There were lots of people walking dogs, but after some exploration, we found a secluded spot. We both took an extended lunch break and had a delightful time, though I must say that I am never completely at ease in such situations. I’m not at my best when I’m thinking that someone and his dog will walk by seeing my naked rear end going up and down.

The risk is worth it and I came back to my desk feeling much better than when I left. On a previous occasion, Kate and I just couldn’t find anywhere safe enough and so she gave me a blow job in the car. I always feel a little guilty accepting such from a woman. I love to pleasure the woman and don’t believe that a blow job is as good for her. So, while I enjoy it, I prefer reciprocity. However, Kate tells me that she gets a lot of pleasure from giving me oral. As for me, it’s never completely satisfying unless my partner orgasms. Over the years, I have come to achieve this more often than not, which is probably why my lovers come back for more and often prefer me to their husbands, even though in most cases, I am considerably older.

Tomorrow, I will tell you about one of my few experiences with an older woman – I was 27 and she, 46. Watch this space…

Apology to My Readers

2008-07-23T01:54:00.000-07:00

Please accept my apology for not making a posting, yesterday. Let me give you a window into my ordinary world. Being a serial philanderer isn’t the whole of my life. I have a full-time career, family members and a wife. I also travel with my work and go on holiday. The secret part of my life is unknown to colleagues, most of my friends and all of my family. It is a small miracle in itself that I find time and privacy to write anything at all.

Yesterday was a day when to write something would have compromised my anonymity.

In spite of that, I have arranged to meet two of my lovers next week. Like a teenager anticipating his first sexual experience, I have that thrill of anticipation . I am already aroused at the thought of touching the soul of my lovers and savouring their bodies. Even at the age of 62, nothing can beat the thrill of sexual arousal, followed by its fulfillment. I was so aroused last night that I tried to arouse Norma, but she was tired. In such circumstances, Norma doesn’t mind if I engage in self gratification. That’s what I did and what I do in between times. I can’t turn arousal off. If I try to, it just builds up to a higher pitch. If I can’t find an outlet through Norma or one of my lovers, I always give myself relief. However, self gratification doesn’t give relief for as long as love making. The arousal soon returns. I look forward to next week immensely, but I just might meet up with Kate for a quickie at lunch time. I’ll tell you if I managed it tomorrow.

The Need For New Experiences - new women

2008-07-21T02:29:00.000-07:00

A philanderer is driven by a high sex drive, a need to experience new women. It doesn’t matter how many lovers he has or has had, the current ones are not sufficient, no matter how good sexual relations are with them. There is a need to experience a new personality, a new body. It is need for the whole experience, of the voice, personality, sight, touch, taste and smell. The first time making love is usually a magical experience, almost like the first time ever. The second time one learns more new things, but as time goes on, the newness disappears. The sex is still good, but then there is the attraction of yet another new potential lovers.

So called ‘swingers’ have a continuous experience of the ‘new’ but that is not for me. I want the experience of the whole woman, including personality, and conversation. I want a sense of romance or adventure, which cannot be generated if one meets just for sex. Practical arrangements often prevent my need for a new experience from being available at the time when I precisely feel the need for it. Furthermore, I have never ‘dumped’ a lover. Each of them has known my situation and I am very glad to meet their needs for as long as they need me. I can’t practically manage more than three or perhaps four lovers at a time. I therefore wait for one to break of relations with me before I look for a replacement. There are always exceptions, such as those women with whom I have only very occasional meetings. There are two whom I see only once or twice a year, in addition to those I see frequently.

In my cycle at present, I have two women whom I see very occasionally . It is always special with them because the gaps are so long that I discover them anew each time. There are two others whom I meet much more regularly. I am in the process of finding a new woman to make up the core to three. It is during such a period that I make have sex with a few while we are exploring the possibility of making a permanent arrangement. I am in such a phase at the moment. It is a wonderful and exciting time. Watch this space.

weekends

2008-07-19T08:00:00.000-07:00

Weekends are difficult for Illicit Encounters

So, this weekend I spend with my wife. We still make love a couple of times a week, of which once is at weekends, usually in the afternoon or morning, or both. I have that to look forward to this afternoon. What better way to amuse ones self when it's raining?

One benefit of having lovers is that I often get ideas and inspiration from them which I take back into love making with Norma. Of course, Norma has no idea where I have picked up the ideas from. I guess love making with the same partner for forty years could get a bit humdrum without some outside influence.

Keeping in text or email contact with my other ladies is not so easy at weekends, though. It is as difficult for them as for me. Contact is very limited. There are exceptions, such as when Norma went to Wimbledon on a Friday night for the Saturday. I had a whale of a time Friday evening and Saturday, meeting up with one of my lovers on Friday evening and another on Saturday afternoon. I managed to do enough decorating to make it look as if I had had no time to myself.

Well, this weekend, I am with my first love, Norma, and I will make it special for her.

Lies and Secrecy

2008-07-18T02:57:00.000-07:00

My principal reason for ensuring that my wife doesn’t find out is for her sake. The truth can be very cruel. You may think I am patronising her, and maybe I am, but it is my judgement. She seems very happy in her marriage to me. We rarely get cross with each other and we have a lot of laughs. Our interests are similar and we have a fantastic sex life, even though both of us have a bus pass.

My wife must never know. Keeping the secret has meant careful planning. I mentioned that in the early days, when communication with lovers was mainly by letter, I always had my lovers address their letters to the previous occupant of the house. I took responsibility for ‘redirection’. I didn't redirect of course, but it meant that my wife never opened that mail.

I rarely kept letters, even though I dearly wanted to. Those that I did keep were hidden in places to which my wife had no access, such as out of the house in a locked cash box in my office draw. However, two of my lovers kept my letters and were not so careful – their husbands found them. It almost brought trouble to my front door, but not quite. In recent years, the use of email and mobile phones has made communication safer. I have two SIM cards for my phone with different numbers,

When I am with a lover, I always make sure that I have an alibi. A handful of trusted male friends help in that respect at times, but there are other ways, too. I was recently at a two day conference. I took three hours off one afternoon. It was spent with Gill. We were both ready for what was a wonderful time. I took my seat back in the conference before the end of the day and asked other delegates what had gone on in the sessions I had missed.

I now have to solve a problem – how do I manage to meet with a potential new lover who lives a very long way from my home and in a part of the country where my work never takes me? This is exercising me, but I will solve the problem. She is desperate to have a lover as she gets nothing at home and is in a continual state of arousal. Whatever I plan, it will not impact on my marriage to Norma. Watch this space.

Yesterday with Joanne

2008-07-17T02:27:00.000-07:00

I am sorry that those who logged in, yesterday, didn't see a new posting. It was impossible to get to a computer. I had a long drive to meet up with Joanne, my young lover, the 26 year-old. Both of us were very aroused at the prospect of meeting and her texts were hot enough to give many a man of my age a heart attack.

The hotel was booked and I had checked in when she called me, whispering down the phone. 'My husband has come home a day early. He's just walked in. I'm gutted. Stay hard for me till next time. She hung up.'

Such experiences aren't unusual when two people are trying to hide something from the rest of the world. The important thing is not to take risks. I spoke to her this morning and she told me she had been tempted to tell him that she was popping out to the shops and then make up an excuse for being delayed, but she made the right choice.

In many ways, my heart rules my head, but when it comes to making sure my wife or somebody else's husband doesn't get hurt, the head always wins. That's why I have 'got away with it' for so long.

Every month, at least, a liaison doesn't happen for reason of security. In fact I have lost many thousands of pounds on hotel rooms that haven't been used. Including yesterday, that is twice in a month. It might all seem a lot of effort, and it is, but when one has a high libido and need for romantic liaisons which is as strong as mine, then it is very much worth it.

There is no experience in life so intensely pleasurable than being intimate with a woman, joined in absolute ecstasy. I just can't wait till the next time, which reminds me, Kate has been in touch again...

Energy For Multiple Partners

2008-07-15T02:29:00.000-07:00

My need for sex and for new partners seems to go in cycles. I’m always ready to make love, but there are sometimes weeks or months when it is difficult to think of anything else, and when a substantial part of each day is taken by looking for new partners or seeking out old ones for a special evening or afternoon together.

At such times, it is not uncommon for me to have sex with more than one woman in a week, and sometimes even more than one woman the same day. The important thing for me is that each lover must be made to feel special and loved and must not experience a diminished performance from me because I am literally ‘shagged out.’

There was so much going on last week on the sex front that I couldn’t write about everything, but there was one day when I was scheduled to see one of my lovers at her home at 11 a.m. and another one at a hotel at 6 p.m. Stella, looked as lovely as ever when I went to her home. We had a glass of sparkling water and gradually moved into kissing and foreplay, ending up in bed around noon. We made love till two thirty, during which time, she orgasmed twice. At two thirty, she jumped out of bed, declaring that I must leave soon. She wanted to change the bedding and make everything normal before her daughter came from school.

I’m not sure she realized, but I hadn’t orgasmed. I had enjoyed the sex immensely, but I was slightly relieved that I hadn’t cum. At 62, I find that an orgasm in the afternoon diminishes my ability to perform in the evening. I can still perform OK, but I’m not at my best.

I drove from Stella’s, called in the office for a couple of hours and then drove to the hotel I had booked. I took a shower and made every part of me scrupulously clean. I then when down to the bar, and met Vicky, the second youngest of my lovers. We each took a glass of wine to the room and, to my delight, there was no diminution of performance. Love making brought incredibly wonderful sensations for both of us for almost three hours. She orgasmed at just after nine pm, and I then followed suit. We lay chatting in each others’ arms for half an hour and then went our separate ways.

Five and a half hours of love making in a day is better than a visit to the gym but much more enjoyable. Tear up your gym membership cards and take someone to bed…

Adultery Keeps Marriages Togeth

2008-07-13T12:16:00.000-07:00

Norma, my wife, and I are still lovers, after 42 years, of which 38, we have been married. It is usual for us to make love on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, as happened this weekend. This coming week, I am probably meeting up with Joanne, the youngest of my lovers at 26. It is a great privilege to be in a sexual relationship with someone so lovely. She is very beautiful and intelligent, happily married with a child, but she says that I ‘press the buttons’ that her husband doesn’t. More of Joanne, later.

Three months ago, my daughter came to see me in acute distress. Her husband had told her he was leaving. She is a beautiful girl, with a Masters degree. They have a lovely home and two delightful children. Her husband, Tom, is a very nice young man. Together they have a big mortgage.

He has now left my daughter to set up home with a young woman with three small children. She left her husband. When I spoke to my son-in-law about what he was doing, he said he was impossibly in love with the new woman and that he could not envisage life without her. In fact when he was engaged to my daughter, he told me that he was impossibly in love with her and could not live without her.

The heightened sensation of being in love rarely lasts a year after a relationship has started and is replaced by a different kind of loving bond. I have no doubt that Tom will not be in the same sort of love with his new woman this time next year. There is a terrible tragedy of two families ripped apart and five children being removed from one of their parents. If only Tom had simply had a secret affair, then in time, the feeling of ‘in love-ness’ would have faded. There are many good reasons for divorce, of which ill treatment is one, but sexual infidelity should be used as an outlet for being in love, rather than the outlet being the break-up of a relationship.

I would be horrified if Joanne wanted to leave her husband for me. In stead, we will have a wonderful time this week making love and going back to our happy existence with unsuspecting partner. Next posing will be on the art of deception.

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Lipstick On Your Collar - tell tale signs

2008-07-11T03:46:00.000-07:00

Illicit encounters often leave tell tale signs. It’s the lipstick on the collar syndrome. So it is with my liaison with Kate. I never return from seeing her without a trace of her perfume on my clothes.

We met at the restaurant at six and were the first customers. We were given a table by the window. It was foolhardy to accept it. Anyone could have seen us, but my strategy is always to behave normally. It was the romantic occasion I had envisaged. We then drove in separate cars to her friend’s house. We stepped inside and immediately, she pushed the front door shut and flung her arms round me. There was a long, lingering kiss before going into the lounge. On the coffee table, in an ice bucket, was a bottle of champagne, with a note, ‘Have a wonderful evening.’ We drunk only half, because we were driving, but it was a wonderful aid to the ambience.

The next two hours were wonderful. Before leaving, I showered – perfume transfers from one to the other’s skin. Normally, I wear a suit to work, but yesterday, I wore jacket and trousers, with a spare jacket in my car. Before setting off home, I changed jackets and put the one I had worn in the boot. It was carrying the scent of Kate’s perfume.

Kate drove home smiling and looking radiant. We had both had a wonderful time. I was home by 10:15. Norma was watching the television. She asked me make her a cocoa and put a cognac in it, which I did, making one for me, too. She didn’t ask about how my business dinner had gone. We chatted about our forthcoming holiday for the final hour of the day.

My wife is lovely, and completely unsuspecting. Long may that continue…

Now this morning, I received a text from Gemma. She is an occasional lover and by far the youngest in current years - 28. It looks like I may be seeing her soon, too. I let you know what transpires. And oh, yes did I tell you that there is a new lady on the horizon. Watch this space…

Lies, Deception and Adultery

2008-07-10T01:08:00.000-07:00

I am taking a client to dinner this evening. That's what my wife thinks. Kate is going for a birthday drink with a work colleague. That's what her partner thinks. In fact, Kate and I are going for an early meal and then to one of her friends houses. Her friend is in the picture and is going out so that we can be alone.

Infidelity necesitates deception and, frankly lies, but they are usually lies with good intentions. If I go out to buy my wife a realy expensive birthday present and she asks me where I have been, I would lie and say that I had to call into the office. If my wife puts on a bit of weight and says, 'I'm getting fat, aren't I?', I would be incredibly cruel to agree, even if agreeing is the truth. These examples of lies are just as much lies as the lie I tell about tonight. In fact, the motive in telling them is not to cause hurt.

There will be some who say it is OK to lie if you don't want to hurt your partner's feelings about her weight, but it is not OK if you are lying about sleeping with another woman. This leaves me to conclude that it that about which people lie that is the issue, not the lie itself. We come back to square one: the rights and wrongs of having extra-marital relationships.

That is a theme through this blog and will recur often, but not today. So, I am so much looking forward to being with Kate. She has had a tough time, relationship-wise. Recently, she has been so sexually and romantically frustrated that she has wept. I'm taking her to her favourite restaurant. As usual, we will hold hands across the table and spend time looking into each other's eyes. There will be lots of smiles and warmth. When we get to her friends house, we'll kick off our shoes and cuddle on the settee, spending time kissing and cuddling - a favourite pass time for both of us. She always says I'm the best kisser in town. Slowly, the petting will become more and more intimate and then... (I don't do explicit) it will be heaven for both of us.

I shall return from the business dinner, looking relaxed and a little tired. Kate will go back to her partner having had a wonderful time with the girls from work. No harm done. No one hurt. I'll tell you tomorrow whether the expectation meets reality.

Will She, Won't She - Coping With Guilt

2008-07-09T01:26:00.000-07:00

Continued from the previous two postings.

Kate sent me a text this morning, saying that she would see me tomorrow but that she is having a struggle with her conscience. Will her 'morals' or libido win the day?

It took me years to come to terms with my own infidelity. I got married in church to a beautiful young woman. I promised to be faithful, 'so long as we both shall live.' As mentioned in previous posts, I suffered incredible guilt for years about my infidelity. I tried priests, faith healers and even my GP, asking them to cure me of an irresistable sex drive. My GP sent me to a behavioural psychologist who termed me a deviant. His method of 'cure' was to adopt strategies for coping - diverson tactics. It wasn't exactly the cold shower approach, but similar - take arduous exercise when the temptations are coming on or else go somewhere where you can't get up to mischief - like taking your wife away for the weekend.

It didn't work. It was tantamount to one half of the brain controlling the other against its will. That course of therapy made me feel even worse. Not only had it failed, but I had been diagnosed as a deviant. I then found Hazel, a therapist, of the Carl Rogers school. I was nervous for my first appointment. I would die of embarrassment telling this married woman that I was a serial adulterer. Carol let me do most of the talking but now and again asked a question. It was all very matter of fact. She made no value judgements. She just wanted to know how my mind worked. The counselling went on for two years and, very gradually, I came to realise that I am me. I can no more change my basic instincts than can someone who is gay. I came to love myself and accept myself as I am.

Towards the end of that therapy, I read about a tooth being found in a gravel pit - Britains oldest known human remains. I drove to that gravel pit. It looked like a building site behind a chain link fence. I sat in my car alone with my thoughts. My sexual urges had seemed, and still seem, primaeval. It is such urges that have populated the world and kept the gene pool diverse. I was in my car next to a site where our ancient ancestors had been, feeling an affinity with them and their basic instincts. (Whether they were any more promiscuous than our present generation, I don't know, but I gained a sense of wonder believing they were.)

Hazel was a superb therapist and I thank her for the peace of mind I now have. The irony is that almost two years after my last appointment with her she phoned me. 'It is two years since you were my client, isn't it?' I agreed. 'So we are past the three month rule? I need a cuddle', she said. The three month rule is the British Association for Counselling's 'law' that a therapist may not enter into a relationship with someone within three months of their being a client.

I drove to see her. Her husband had left her and taken the children. She cried and cried, hugging me, sobbing heavily - and then she seduced me. I didn't take much persuading. A few days later, she sent me a card with the words, 'Thanks for the therapy'. In it was 25 pounds - the price she used to charge me for one counselling session.

So, Kate? What about her guilt? It would be wrong and patronising for me to tell her that she shouldn't feel guilty. That can only come from within.

I'll tell you on Friday how it went.

Post Script: I have been contacted by somebody who read this posting who is connected with the British Association for Counselling. He or she wanted to whistle blow, saying that the BAC's rule is that a therapist may not enter into a relationship with a client for two years after the last appointment. He wanted Hazel, my former therapist, struck off. The complainer represnts the attitudes I am trying to transform. Hazel was a caring, loving person with needs. The person who contacted me was absolutely wrong - the rule when it happened was three months, not two years. The rule changed. In any event, Hazel never practised again. This was a great shame, because she transformed my life and that of countless others. However, her integrity would not let her continue, in any event. She is a great loss to the profession.

Kate Asked Me to Phone

2008-07-05T13:53:00.000-07:00

Kate, my lover of 12 years had recently set up home with a man. She was delighted and had told me that our long-term affair must now change into 'Just good friends.' I was very happy for her. And then, recently, she sent me a text saying that there was no life in the bedroom with her man. We arranged for me to put right what was missing this coming Thursday. Today, a further text said, 'I feel so guilty. I shouldn't be betraying him.'

Kate is a lovely person. We have had so many happy and romantic times together. There have been candle-lit dinners followed by deliciously carnal times. There have been walks in the woods, full of laughter and very naughty antics - chasing her through the trees and then seeing her bend forward, gripping a tree at arm's length and throwing up her dress at the back, waiting for me to take advantage - which i always did.

She never had qualms about the fact that I am married. Now, she has a conscience because she lives with a man about whom she cares. She doesn't want to be unfaithful. She tells me that they have no physical intimacy.

My position in supporting her is not straightforward. The wolf in me wants to have her on Thursday. The man in me wants her to have perfect equanimity - complete peace of mind. The man in me almost always wins, but helping her to have equanimty is easier said than done. If she doesn't 'sleep' with me on Thursday, I know that she will be frustrated to the point of tears. If she does 'sleep' with me then I know that we will have a magical time, but she will almost certainly be dogged with guilt afterwards.

Been there? I have and it took years to reach that place of peace of mind.

I will let you know what transpires,

Kate Phoned

2008-07-02T02:51:00.000-07:00

Newcomers would benefit from reading postings in sequence:

Kate phoned yesterday. She has been living with her new man for several months. She said, 'He is absolutely lovely. I adore him and he is so good to me, but there is one thing missing. There's nothing physical and it's so hard for me.'

Previously, Kate had said that our affair of ten years was over. She wanted to be loyal to her new man. I accepted this with a good heart and genuinely was pleased for her new found happiness.

So, yesterday, I told her that I am here for her and that if she needs me, then she should only ask. Her reply was, 'I could see you a week on Thursday.' It's a date.

It is many months since I slept with her and am already feeling a stirr of sexual excitement. It is always passionate with Kate.

I'll tell you how it goes.

I also received a text yesterday from another long-standing lover, Penny. Penny is the youngest of my lovers in recent years. She lied about her age when we first met and added six years. That was seven years ago and she is still only 29.

She works in a design studio and lives a number of miles away, but three or four times a year, we have a pleasant evening which always ends up with intimacy.

I'm seeing her on Monday evening, so next week looks like being a good one.

I'll keep you posted.

Unexpected Text

2008-06-30T01:32:00.000-07:00

For context, please read postings starting from the first one, 'The beginnings,'

Norma, my wife, has a career as demanding as mine. She came home from work on Friday, tired and stressed. I suggested she should relax over the weekend. I did the shopping and cooked, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday afternoon, we made love for a couple of hours. Being a man with a number of lovers, I never fantasise about being with another woman when I am making love to Norma. I enjoy her and she me.

On Friday while at work, I received a text from Kate. Kate and I became lovers 11 years ago when her marriage was breaking up. We had many romantic times, She knew I would never leave Norma, but over the years, she has made it clear that if I should ever leave Norma, she wanted first refusal. Six months ago, she phoned me to say she had moved in with her new man and that we were no longer lovers. A month ago, she sent me a text from her holiday abroad, saying that it was such a romantic setting and how much she missed my ‘hugs.’ ‘Hugs’ is a euphemism. Kate is very highly sexed, but never uses any explicit words. Everything is couched in romance, which I find delightful. The text went on to say that her new man was perfect in every way, except that he needn’t like the physical side very much.

Her text on Friday simply said, ‘I miss your hugs and kisses more than you will ever know.’ Since her new man came on the scene, Kate has asked me never to text or phone out of working hours. I sent the reply on the way to the office this morning, saying that we need to talk. I have no crystal ball, but in all probability Kate and I will be in ‘bed’ before many weeks or days are past. I put the word ‘bed’ in inverted commas because a fair proportion of our love making has been in the open air or in a car. Her office and mine are a stone’s throw away from each other and we are only a short drive from some woodland.

Sex in such circumstances has hardly been romantic. On one occasion, she ran a couple of hundred yards into the trees, pulled her knickers down, threw up her skirt at the back, took hold of a tree trunk, bent forward and waited for me to oblige her. There was a certain comedy about it. Though turned on, we laughed a lot.

So, she misses my ‘hugs.’ Watch this space.

The Years of Guilt

2008-06-26T05:39:00.000-07:00

I will be adding postings from now usually on Mondays. It will help if you start reading from the first posting.

Jaquie had been my first exta-marital lover. When her husband returned to a land job and we broke off the affair, desire and sexual frustrations remained, but I felt incredibly guilty at what I had done to Norma, even though Norma didn’t know anything about it. The guilt was less of a problem when I was alone, but if, in conversation, or on TV or radio, there was any reference to infidelity, I felt as if Norma or anyone else could see my secrets. At times, I took three or four travel sickness pills – they have a soporific effect and numbed my emotions so that I would be less likely to blush if infidelity was mentioned. The guilt was so bad, I decided to get treatment for my desire to commit adultery.

The only cure I could think of was some sort of religious experience. I heard from a colleague at work that a preacher with a healing ministry lived only 20 miles away. I went to see him. He explained to me that if I confessed my sin and was truly sorry, God would wipe the slate completely clean. I prayed with him and felt an incredible burden lifted. I felt whole and clean. The adultery had been made as if it never happened.

I started going to church with my Norma, who was already a regular worshipper. I could now hear the commandments read without feeling overcome with shame, guilt and embarrassment. I no longer blushed. It was all very fine for a month or so and then my work took me away from home. I became very turned on on the train. Every half-attractive woman was a temptation. I then went into reverie, fantasing about making love to all the young women I knew. The temptations had returned with a vengeance. I saw an ad in an alternative newspaper for a ‘contact’ magazine, claiming to have the details of women who wanted sex. I sent for it and had it sent to my home, but addressed to the previous occupant. When it arrived, I re-addressed it to the previous occupant and told Norma I was going out to post it. In stead, I discarded the envelope and smuggled the magazine back into the house. I wrote to many of the women who advertised there and had a few replies, all addressed to the previous occupant.

Most replies were from prostitutes, but one clearly wasn’t. She lived on the other side of the city. We exchanged photographs and eventually arranged to meet at her house. I was still in my mid 20s and she in her 30s. She answered the door with a lovely smile, invited me into the living room. To my horror and embarrassment, there was her husband, sitting in an arm chair, watching television. They were a 1970’s ‘swinging couple’. I felt awkward, embarrassed and claustrophobic. She introduced me to him. He seemed more interested in the TV programme. She asked me if I wanted a cup of tea. There was no way I wanted to sit with the husband, so I declined. Off we went to the bedroom.

The sex was deliciously enjoyable. A friend of mine said that it takes a few weeks to get over initial awkwardness with a sex partner and to enjoy it. My experience is the opposite. The first time is always magic for me. I’m not saying that it goes down hill from there. Some of the best sex has been with established lovers, but there is always an added component of discovering a new personality, a new body, a new intimacy. I adore sex with a new partner.

The guilt returned and I bought more travel sickness pills. I made a number of liaisons through contact magazines. One of them was with two women at the other end of the country. Their husbands were working in the Gulf and they needed to get rid of their frustrations. That’s the only time I ever had a threesome. They were normal young women. Lots of people would have described them as slags or whores, but I have no doubt that they were loving wives.

My pattern was cyclical. The guilt would build up. I’d then go and get forgiven and a couple of months later, the desire would return.

There was a part of me which felt that my ‘lust’ was entirely normal. It was primeval. It was what had populated the world and kept the gene pool diverse. This is how I see things now, but it was a long road of discovery. Next posting on Monday – the art of subterfuge.

Then Came Jaqui

2008-06-24T03:56:00.000-07:00

After almost eighteen months of marriage, I was still very happy. Sex was good, but I had the hots much of the time and began to be occupied by the thought of making love to other women. The frustration at times was unbearable. Then my chance came. My wife, Norma, was a Guide leader and went off for a week on annual camp. I saw her off at the railway station and then made a tour of bars in the city centre, drinking soft drinks, looking for a woman with similar needs to mine. It was turning out to be a dismal failure. I went home and then went out in the evening again to continue.

I had read in a local paper that a certain neighbourhood in our city had the biggest proportion of single mothers in Europe. Early evening, I set off on a tour of pubs in that area, looking for women I could chat up. My logic was probably false, namely if there were lots of single mothers, the people in the neighbourhood were liberal about sex.

It was a miserable start to the evening. I had taken a newspaper to read in the pubs and read it over and over again. I was about to give up when a woman walked into the bar. She wore a wedding ring and was carrying a book. I deduced that she had brought a book because she was to be alone. The landlady knew her as well as others. She was Jaqui.

She sat at a table adjacent to me and put her book on the table. I can’t remember much of the conversation, but it went something along the lines of my saying, ‘That’s the problem when you come out for a drink alone – you have to take something to read.’

Somewhere in the conversation I told her that my wife was away with the Guides. She said something like, ‘While the cat’s away.’ I think I said, ‘Pardon,’ getting her to explain. She replied something like, ‘While she’s away, you can go out for a drink.’ I cannot believe my forwardness, especially as I had had no alcohol to drink, but I said something like, ‘While the cat’s away, my bed is very empty.’ I blush now at my forwardness, but I was driven to it by sheer sexual frustration.

Before closing time, she had quietly told me her address. I couldn’t write it down, because it would arouse suspicion. I had to memorise it. She asked me to wait at least fifteen minutes and then come round to the back door. It was down a dark ally, but I found it.

Jaqui was two years older than me, shoulder length dark hair, with a lovely figure not dissimilar to my wife’s. Her husband was at sea. She seemed more on heat than I and we made love for hours. She was on the pill. This was a fairly new drug, something of which my wife was suspicious. I was young and energetic. We kept going almost till dawn. I returned most evenings while my wife was away.

When Norma returned, love making with her seemed even better. However, communication between Jaqui and me was difficult. No mobile phones and no Internet in those days. The previous occupier of my house was William Osborn. Quite a lot of mail came for him which I redirected. I asked Jaqui to keep in touch by writing to me, addressing the envelope to William C Osborne. The letter’C’ indicated that the letter was for me. My wife would be unsuspecting. Jaqui wrote regular sexual fantasies and also communicated when her husband would be at sea. However, love making on future occasions was usually over in an hour, on a Tuesday evening – Guide night and then only when her husband was away.

Jaqui loved her husband and I loved Norma, but for two years, we were lovers. It genuinely enhanced our marriages, but came to an end when Jaqui’s husband took a land job so that they could start a family.

During the two years that she was my lover, I had times of agonizing guilt. Part of me believed what I was doing was wrong. I occasionally went to see a priest. It was always the same. I would be absolved, feel better, and then the urges would start over again.

One day, I went with Norma to a Guide’s church parade service. The Ten Commandments were read out. When the line about adultery was read, I went bright red and thought that everyone could see me. More of guilt in my next contribution…

The Beginnings

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At the age of nine, I was with my parents at the sea side. They gave me a few pennies to play on slot machines in an arcade. I was intrigued by a viewing machine, ‘What the Butler Saw.’ I put in a penny, and, standing on my tip toes, looked through the viewer. The pictures of naked women must have been from the 1920s, if not earlier. A sensation not previously known to me overcame me – sexual arousal. It was the most pleasant feeling I had known to date. It beat chocolate, ice cream and any Christmas present. I had my first erection and it was unbearably pleasant.

I returned to the viewer a number of times on that and future holidays. By the time I was 11 years old, there were two girls in my class whom I fancied. In gymn classes, we practiced hand stands. One child did a hand stand, while another caught hold of his or her legs. One day, I partnered the girl I fancied. She did the hand stand. Her skirt fell down over her head and I looked down at her barely covered crotch. From then I seemed destined to seek the pleasure of the opposite sex.

It was then a regular occurrence for me to go to bed early and imagine being with ‘Tina’ the girl I fancied. I read in my parents’ Sunday paper how it is possible to have an out of body experience, transporting one’s soul from the body to any place one chose. I am sure it never happened, but my imagination was strong enough for me to believe that I transported myself to Tina’s bed room, and could see Tina getting undressed.

I practiced such fantasies for years. Pictures of half naked women, even women in swim suits were used, too. When I was 12 or 13, I had my first real orgasm when playing with myself. The pleasure, as this gooey white stuff came, was immense.

The problem with sex fantasies was that I went to mass. The priest preached against lust, ‘Who ever looks at a woman unto lust has committed adultery with her.’ I was racked with guilt half the time. The other half of the time, I was turn on and pleasured myself.

Then I, at the age of 17, I got myself a girl friend. We spent hours kissing. I was on heat while doing so and, I later discovered so was she, but there was no sexual contact for six months. And then, while her parents’ were out, and we were entwined on the settee, having been kissing for hours, I touched her breast. It was breathtaking for both of us. She said that she now knew that I loved her, because ‘You have such high principles, that you would never do that to a girl you didn’t love.’

Within a couple of days, she had had her hand down my trousers, and I a hand inside her knickers. The feelings of pleasure were indescribably wonderful.

Full blown sex came within a month or so, but both of us went on guilt trips, regularly. I looked young for my age and found it difficult and embarrassing to buy condoms, but more than once, I bottled out and bought something else.

I went to university at the age of eighteen and was separated from her by a distance of many miles. I had the urge to make a pass at other girls, but I refrained.

We married when I was 24. Sex was fantastic and often, but as good as it was I soon began to feel the need to spread my seed further. I was still in love with her, but the thought of having it with another woman was becoming almost too much to bear. Eighteen months after marriage, I had my first extra-marital encounter.