Following the impromptu sex, we let the dust settle for a week and to be honest that could have been the end of it. A one off, two consenting adults whose stars aligned for one night. We saw each other in passing but for some reason didn’t speak which on reflection made it look more suspicious!

I couldn’t stop thinking about her and that night.

Then a message came through from V just saying ‘Are you free’? Luckily I was home and an hour or so later she was knocking at the door on her way back from work. She was in work attire, a black skirt, white blouse and black high heels. We went to the kitchen, I put the kettle on and we made small talk. She was clearly feeling a little awkward, which was understandable given she had cheated on her boyfriend with me a week or so ago. V eventually got to the point and said she just wanted to clear the air so to speak and that it had been a mistake, it was what it was and hoped we could move on. I sensed she wasn’t being entirely truthful so told her that I would always be willing to be her sex slave, making light of the situation. We had a bit of a laugh about it and she became more relaxed. I had half a bottle of wine in the fridge so we had a glass and she said ‘well I suppose I had better go now’.

Women like this don’t come along every day and with nothing to lose, I blurted out how I really wanted to see her again. She blushed and I could sense the tide turning a little maybe. ‘tell you what, I am popping out to the shop for another bottle and if you are still here when I get back then I would love that but if you are gone then that’s fine, I will understand’. 

I returned about 20 minutes later and all was quiet and V was nowhere to be seen downstairs. Ah well I thought, that is that. I then went upstairs to shower and change and on entering the bedroom was greeted with V on the bed resting back against the pillows. A real OMG moment. Neither of us needed to say anything and a few seconds later our mouths were locked together. She was still fully clothed and I knew this was going to be quick. I manoeuvred between her legs and her skirt rose up enough to reveal her black knickers which I pulled down her thighs and then to her ankles. She slipped one leg out and was now able to open her thighs wide, her skirt now up around her waist. I knelt before her, managed to get my shorts and boxers off and climbed on top. Her hand took my cock and guided it into her tight wet pussy. Her legs wrapped around me and we fucked. We fucked hard and fast. Unable to hold it, a few minutes later she was on the receiving end of a big pump and a very happy release.

And so it had started. V started to pay regular visits after work, always leaving through the back gate with her knickers in a handbag. At this point this was not love it was just sex. And lots of it. In every position, in every room in the house. We really pushed each other’s limits. Autumn arrived and her work outfits now included hold up stockings and I loved fucking her whilst she wore them and to this day I still do. We were both content with the arrangement, or so I thought.

Christmas arrived and her job involved lots of parties so I didn’t see her very much for a couple of weeks. Into the new year, things slowed down and I sensed something wasn’t quite right. After a quick fuck one evening over the kitchen table, V sat me down and said she need a bit of time to sort a few things out in her life so could I give her some space. Despite being desperate to know why it was obvious that she wasn’t in the right place to tell me anymore and I was due to work away for a week anyway so the timing wasn’t all that bad.

On my return I drove past her house and there was a for sale sign in the front garden. What the hell? I wanted to phone or text her but that wasn’t part of the deal as it could be awkward for her so always had to wait for a text or call.

She messaged that night. ‘Saw your car is back, can I come over later?’ I was tired but of course said yes, the back door will be open.

She arrived and without a word led me upstairs to bed. One long ‘missed you’ fuck later she lay her head on my chest and I held her close. ‘Well, so whats been happening?’

The words came slowly and quietly without any eye contact.

‘This is casual right, just fun?’  I suppose so I replied. ‘Good, well I have split from my boyfriend and he wants the house sold right away as you have probably noticed. It happened pretty quickly and that’s whats happening’

Naturally my initial reaction was whether she was leaving him for me and whether he knew about us. She said ‘No but I am going to be honest with you and please don’t go mad. She started to cry a little. ‘I have been sleeping with someone from work and he found out’. My heart missed a beat. The questions came into my head ‘Who. When?

After the initial shock we had a calm conversation. We had never really discussed our past lives as ours was a more physical relationship.  It was time to get to know about her past. She explained that their sex life wasn’t all that great and she had cheated on him before about a year before I had moved into the street. Just a random one night thing. Then there was me and she had rediscovered her love of sex. Her job was quite sociable and one night after work drinks she had gone back to a friends house for a takeaway. She was quite drunk and just ended up in bed with him. Apparently, he caught her at a low point so it just happened, but she had slept with him a few more times since and had clearly not been as discreet as she was with me and had been caught in the act at the office one day and word had got back to her boyfriend.

It was me who now needed some time and for a couple of months we didn’t see each other until one night in a pub. She came over and said hello and we chatted for a while. She had rented a house with female friend who was also single. She looked sensational, had gone blonde and wore a very short skirt. She said she had missed me and later that night I was back at her house and in her bed. Now she had gone fully shaved & waxed and the sex was off the scale. Her flatmate wasn’t around and had apparently gone home with a random guy.

The following morning, my phone was missing so looking under the bed was surprised to find a vibrator and 2 dildos, was small and one very big, at least 10 inches. Hmmm, so she was also very much into self care too these days.      

We started to see each other about once a week, her appetite for sex was unrelenting. At the time I wanted us to be a couple but didn’t want to push anything as she had just come out of a relationship. One night driving near her house I saw her and her flatmate walking home. They were not alone as two guys were also walking with them. Once home, this was doing my head in but this was reality. We were not exclusive after all and I had a couple of dates with other women.

A few weeks later I was at a local charity concert with a pal someone he worked with who I didn’t know at that point. V and her flatmate were there and she waved from across the hall. This wasn’t unnoticed and my pals friend asked if I knew them? Yes I replied, kind of. He laughed and said ‘Oh, they are known as ‘Bed & Breakfast’. He didn’t need to explain any more as it was obvious why. He continued, and said there is a story of them entertaining half of the local Rugby team one night. My mind raced with the thought of her with multiple guys.

More about that in the next instalment……