Paul had been coming to the office and cumming in me for five wonderful weeks.

"Can we do more than what we do here?" I asked.

"We could go to my place, but you have always needed to go home."

"I could take a sick day?" I ventured.

"You could and we could have the day together."

I hoped I did not sound too excited or infatuated. "We could do that." I said guardedly.

"Would you like to do that? I could pick you up at nine and drop you off at five. Your husband would never know."

"I could cook you lunch." I offered.

"If that is what you would like, or we could have a simple cold lunch and champagne."

"Is that what you would like?"

"Shall we take the day together and see what happens."

"Yes please." I blurted it out like a teenager. I was so embarrassed.

I got off the bus halfway to work. As I got in his car he tried to kiss me.

"Let's go." I asked, avoiding his lips.

"Are you well?" Paul asked.

"Yes I'm fine." I lied, feeling a little sick. I did not understand why, we had done it every week for five weeks.

"Come in." Paul invited as he held the door open.

He closed the door. I turned and kissed him. I was so excited about being there that I almost knocked him over. If the door was not behind him I think I would have.

"Shall we go to bed?" Paul asked.

"Yes please." I begged.

It was the first time we had the comfort of a bed. It was heaven. 

Paul was so demanding he had to open a second pack of condoms. When he finally wore himself out we went down for lunch.

After lunch he took me back to bed and ravished me again and again.

By the time Paul dropped me off at the bus stop I was flushed from lust, sore from Paul's attentions and hoping my husband would not notice.

After that day we met each week in the office and once a month I had female problems and had to take a day off work.