Mark And Christine |

It was May 1990, quite early in Mark’s life as a single man after his divorce. He’d been having fun with a woman ten years his junior, who had been a virgin when he’d first met her but wasn’t anymore. But that’s another . That relationship had come to an end.

At thirtythree, he was looking for someone nearer his own age. There was a woman at the company he worked for whom he really fancied. Her name was Christine. She often gave him a lovely smile as she crossed the courtyard outside his office window.

He was fairly sure she wasn’t married but didn’t know if she had a regular boyfriend. He asked his collegues to do some discreet checking.

Christine was auburn haired, wore stylish glasses and dressed elegantly. She was, perhaps, very slightly overweight but had a smile and eyes that lit up Mark’s world. He literally ached with desire when he looked at her. It was something chemical.

His colleagues found out that she had been in a relationship with a married man Johnny at the same company but that that had run its course. They also found out that she was thirty.

Mark was naturally shy and extremely reluctant to ask her out facetoface. But, as they worked for a computer company, he was able to message her over the internal system. This was quite a new thing in 1990.

“Hi Christine, This is a little embarrassing. I have a couple of tickets for a performance of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony at the local classical music festival next weekend. I was wondering if you’d like to come. Mark,” he wrote. He didn’t put his surname but she’d be able to see that by default in the message

He hesitated and then pressed “Send”. His stomach turned with anxiety while he waited for a reply. Would she even bother?

He didn’t have to wait long. The reply came within five minutes:

“Hi Mark, Yes I’d love to come. Are you still embarrassed? If not, give me a call to discuss details. Christine x”

He duly phoned her office and they arranged that he would pick her up from her home about half an hour before the concert. In truth, neither of them had been to many classical concerts before but everybody knew the Ninth.

The concert was on the next Friday evening and Mark struggled to get through the week and concentrate on his work. Finally, the evening came. He showered and put on a suit. This was unusual; he was more of a jeans and tee shirt man normally.

He deliberately did not tidy his flat, telling himself that he would not be bringing Christine back and that tidying the flat would kill any chance of that happening. It was a weird sort of superstition.

He set off toward Christine’s house and then realised he was way too early.

Should he take a present, or flowers? Would that be over the top for a first date? Was this even a date or did she just want to hear Beethoven’s finest work? But he’d left it late. The florists were shut. He stopped at a petrol station. Even Mark knew that petrol station flowers were a sign of desperation. But he did find a nice potted cactus and took it with him.

After driving pointlessly around for half an hour, using up time, it was finally time to pick Christine up. He rang her bell with his stomach doing somersaults. Why was he so excited? Why did he feel so attracted to this woman? He didn’t know the answers but there was definitely something going on with his hormones.

She answered the door wearing a sleeveless dress with a floral print. She had some red lipstick on but no other discernible makeup. She looked ravishing. Feeling foolish, Mark offered his cactus, and she laughed delightfully. She invited him in.

“I’ve just got to put my shoes on,” she said.

Mark looked around the living room. It was pleasantly furnished and the plain cream walls were decorated with a couple of art prints. Christine came back. She had her shoes on and had also sprayed herself with a very alluring perfume. Calvin Klein Obsession, he guessed.

They drove to the concert. The conversation flowed easily. They talked about work, their colleagues, music and so on. Eventually, Mark plucked up the courage to ask about Johnny, the married man whom Christine had been seeing.

Christine was very upfront about it. Yes, she had been having an affair but he wouldn’t leave his wife and so she’d ended it three weeks ago. In fact, he’d been round earlier that day to collect the few things he’d left at her house. Mark silently gave thanks for his timing in asking her out.

They arrived at the venue (a local cathedral). The first half of the concert was great, a couple of short orchestral pieces. Come the interval, they had walked in the cathedral grounds as it was a warm, spring evening. They passed a few of their colleagues, who smiled at seeing them together. Mark desperately wanted to take her arm or hold her hand but didn’t dare.

They enjoyed the second half of the concert. The choir and soloists were on top form and the orchestra made the cathedral ring in a way it probably hadn’t in its preceding eight hundred years. Mark drove Christine home. She asked him in for coffee. Mark’s heart was pounding in his chest and there were definite stirrings in his underpants.

Christine made coffee and joined him on the black leather sofa. They talked about the lovely evening they had had. Mark confessed that he had wanted to hold her hand or take her arm. Christine said that she was glad that he hadn’t as that would have been odd. But then she said

“You can put your arm round me now, if you like.”

Suddenly they were kissing and holding each other until Christine said, “Would you like to come upstairs?”

Would he? Mark could not believe it. A first date that he hadn’t been sure was even a date, and now he’s going upstairs with the woman he desired more than any other.

They somehow got to her bedroom without Mark falling over in his excitement. They stood and kissed and cuddled some more. And then Christine unzipped her dress and let it fall. She stood in her white lacy bra. Her white, slightly lacy knickers were cotton and were not made of the stretchy material he was used to. They were loose fitting and much more y. He found out later they were called French style. Mark hurried to get his jacket, shirt and trousers off until he stood in just his boxer shorts.

Christine held the bulge in his shorts for a couple of seconds.

“Mmmm,” was all she said.

They moved to the bed. Mark unclipped Christine’s bra to reveal her small, but very pleasing breasts. She had large nipples. He fell upon her breasts greedily, taking each nipple into his mouth and holding them in his hands. She slipped her hand inside his boxers and grasped his straining cock.

He pulled her knickers down and off, revealing a lovely patch of black pubic hair. He reached into it to find her lower lips wet and waiting. She pulled off his boxers and moved her hand up and down his shaft. He was ready to burst.

“I haven’t got any condoms,” he said, wishing to God he’d thought of buying some.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I think Johnny left some Johnnies.”

They both laughed. Mark moved slowly down her wonderful body and stuck his tongue deep into her folds. She gasped. He went to work, licking and sucking. He took her clitoris gently into his mouth and moved two fingers in and and out of her. She moaned loudly, thrashing her arms about on the bed.

Eventually she drew him up to face her. She reached into the bedside table and handed him a condom. He rolled it on and climbed between her legs as she lay on her back.

His penis needed no manual help in finding its target. He slipped into her easily, right up to the hilt. It felt amazing to be inside this woman, whom he found irresistible.

If he thought she was loud when he was fingering and licking her, nothing prepared him for the sounds she made now. Every thrust he made was rewarded with a loud cry. Her legs had come up off the bed and were wrapped around his thighs and buttocks, urging him deeper and faster.

Eventually, he could last no longer, and he filled the condom with his hot seed. Christine gave a final shriek, and they collapsed together, locked in an embrace.

“How was that?” asked Mark after a few minutes.

“Never ask me how it was,” she replied. “I think I made that obvious. I don’t give points out of ten.”

Mark was suitably chastened. For him it had been at least eleven out of ten. He hoped it had been the same for her. It had certainly sounded like it had.

They were both exhausted from their vigorous lovemaking and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, they woke and made love again, this time with Christine on top. He watched as she slid up and down on his eager penis. To him, his cock felt bigger than it ever had before. Christine was again shouting out with each thrust. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she came hard, and he emptied himself into the condom inside her.

They lay together, content and tired afterwards.

“If you want a relationship with me, you have to make love with me every time you are here, even during my period,” she said.

At that moment, Mark couldn’t think of anything he would rather do. Here he was with the woman of his dreams. He’d had the most wonderful , and now she was demanding that he would have to keep on having wonderful every time he saw her? That sounded like a great deal to Mark.

But, as he found out over the coming months, you CAN have too much of a good thing.

They got up. It was Saturday morning. They showered and had breakfast. Mark had to go home for a change of clothes. Christine said she would come with him and they could spend the day together. Mark could not have been happier.

They went out to Mark’s car. Mark realised he didn’t have his wallet. It must have fallen out of his pocket when he’d stripped off the previous night. Christine handed him the doorkey and said she’d wait in the car while he went back to get it.

As Mark opened the front door of Christine’s house, he heard the phone ring and switch to Answerphone. He could hear the caller as he left a message. It was Johnny.

Johnny was on his way to France on holiday with his wife. He said he’d managed to slip away from her at the ferry port for a few minutes and found a public phone box (nobody had a mobile phone in 1990). He joked that it was just as well he was going away for two weeks as Christine had completely worn him out in bed the previous afternoon. He promised to see Christine as soon as he got back and rang off.

Mark was stunned. Christine had said it was all over with Johnny and had been for three weeks. She’d said that Johnny had called the previous day just to pick up his things. But Johnny had been in her bed, her, just hours before Mark had been there. Mark knew it was none of his business what she had done before their date but it still hurt him. And why had she lied to him? Had she made the same animalistic noises with Johnny? Was Mark just a temporary fling while Johnny was away with his wife?

Mark went to the bedroom and found his wallet on the floor. He returned to the car. He didn’t mention what he had heard on the answerphone. He couldn’t forget it. But in his lust and, he was coming to believe, love, he pushed it to the back of his mind. He didn’t want to risk losing this relationship before it had properly started.

They drove back to Mark’s flat, and he really wished he’d tidied up the day before. It was a bit of a mess. Clare remarked that she could tell he lived alone. He apologised for the mess and changed his suit for a casual shirt and jeans before they went out.

They spent the day together just enjoying each other’s company. They went to a local arts centre in the evening to be entertained by a comedian who was just on the verge of national fame.

At the end of the evening, they returned to Mark’s flat. It was taken as read that Christine would be staying. They’d stopped off at a pharmacy to buy condoms, feeling like naughty teenagers.

They undressed each other slowly, taking time to look and to caress each part of their exposed bodies. As they lowered each others pants they moved into a perfect sixtynine position, each caressing the other with their lips and tongues.

Christine was as noisy as she had been the previous night and Mark had some concern about his neighbours. He lived in a flat and the walls were certainly not soundproof. But, the hell with it, let them listen. He was the lucky guy with the loud girlfriend.

While Christine came several times while Mark was down on her, Mark could not come in someone’s mouth, no matter how turned on he was. It was a hang up he’d tried to get over but his three previous partners had not been that keen on sucking him. His exwife had said that he was too big for her mouth. This was almost certainly a lie, but a flattering one.

Christine tried and tried to get him to come in her mouth but it wouldn’t happen. Eventually, he moved up so that he was lying on top of her, his weight resting on his elbows. He donned a condom and slipped into her willing, wet cunt. They fucked hard. Christine’s legs rose up behind him, drawing him in. She shouted louder and louder until he could hold back no longer and shot his sperm for longer than he ever had before.

This wonderful woman was giving him the best of his life.

They slept through the night and made love noisily again in the morning.

They’d have to go back to work the next day and, in two weeks’ time, Johnny would be back in the country and back at work. How would that affect their relationship? Would she go back to him? How would Mark and Johnny get on?

For now, Mark put these thoughts to the back of his mind. It had been a great weekend. And they still had the whole of Sunday to spend in bed.

Christine’s

I’ve always liked . I started quite late, at sixteen, but I haven’t really stopped since then. I love the feeling of a good, hard cock inside me. I like the power gives me. I like seeing the faces of men as they come and release their seed into me. I love how they are totally drained afterwards. I love sucking their flaccid cocks back to stiffness. And I love the feel of a cock shooting into my mouth.

I make a lot of noise when I’m being fucked well. Some of it is beyond my control, I cant help myself. But I am also deliberately loud as I find that it spurs the man on. It makes him feel great and, if he feels great, he puts in extra effort.

My first boyfriend was nineteen when he took my virginity in his car at a local beauty spot. I now realise he was quite wellendowed. I also realise that, despite the gift that nature had supplied, he didn’t have much idea of what he was doing. Basically, he’d climb on top of me, empty his balls and then do his trousers up and drive me home.

Despite this disappointing introduction to , I wanted more of it and my next boyfriend was much more accomplished. We had a great life. Indeed, we got married. But, while the was good, the rest of the marriage was unsatisfactory for both of us and we divorced, amicably, after five years.

That left me single again at age twentyeight. I knew Johnny at work. He was ten years older than me. We often shared a laugh over coffee, and we started to lunch together in the staff canteen. The company offices were in a remote location surrounded by gardens and fields. We used to go for walks together after lunch.

Once we got to know each other better, we’d talk about more personal matters than our usual jokes and gossip. I told him that I was missing the I’d enjoyed with my exhusband. And he told me that with his wife had become very dull. His wife saw it as an obligation rather than a pleasure. He said his marriage was not going well but that they stayed together for the sake of their two children: a boy and a girl aged ten and eight.

Johnny had kept himself in shape, and I definitely found him attractive. I didn’t set out to be “the other woman” but I could tell we were becoming closer. Fate intervened when the company sent us both on a training course two hundred miles away. The course was for four days and we’d have to stay in a hotel.

I think we both knew that we’d end up in bed together. When we did, it was just what we both needed. Johnny was a considerate lover. He always made sure that I came, usually holding back his own orgasm until I did. We spent three nights together on that course. One of our hotel rooms went almost completely unused, and our work on the training course definitely suffered as we were quite tired!

When we got back to normal work, we didn’t really know how things would develop. But what happened was that we would both take an early finish one day a week (we worked flexible hours) and Johnny would come back to my house for an afternoon of before he went home to his wife.

This went on for about two years. We discussed him leaving his wife, but it was never the right time. In the end, I had had enough of being just the mistress and of the onceaweek , so I gave him an ultimatum. I told him to choose between his wife and me. He said he couldn’t leave his wife right now but would when their children were older.

I’d had enough and told him it was over. This was about two weeks before Mark’s surprise message.

I had noticed Mark almost as soon as he joined the company. I loved to see him in his office as I walked across the courtyard outside. He had an attractive and kind face. His body wasn’t bad, either. To be honest, I fancied him. When I got his message, I was thrilled. Obviously, I said yes.

Johnny and I were at something of a strange stage of our relationship at the time. I’d told him it was over but, apart from the weekly (which had stopped), there wasn’t much “it” to be over.

I told him about Mark’s invitation and that I had accepted. I could tell he was hurt and worried. Perhaps this was the kick he needed to leave his wife? Anyway, I told him that I wanted his few things out of my house. He agreed to call round on Friday afternoon before my date with Mark and collect them. He was going on holiday with his wife the following day.

He came round about two o’clock. We’d both finished work early. One thing led to another and, despite our relationship supposedly being over, we ended up in bed together and had some of the best we’d ever had. I think we both knew it could be the last time, so we were really passionate.

We were both drained. I looked at the time. Mark would be arriving in about two hours. I urged Johnny to get dressed and leave. He had to get back to his wife anyway.

After he left, I changed the bedding (just in case) and had a good long soak in the bath before Mark arrived. I put on my favourite dress and some of my iest underwear (again, just in case).

When Mark arrived he brought his rather pathetic little cactus, but we laughed together at his awkwardness. I was pleased to see he was wearing a suit. He looked good and it showed he’d made an effort for me.

We had a great time at the concert. I sensed he wanted to get closer but I wanted to take it slowly to begin with. Many of our colleagues were also there and some of them knew about Johnny, so I was trying to be discreet.

But there was no doubt I was attracted to this man in a way I had not really experienced before.

When we got home, he came in and I was quite unable to resist inviting him to my bedroom. He was quite shy until I let my dress fall to the floor. Then he stripped off his outer clothes and stood in just his boxer shorts. I instinctively reached out and grabbed his penis through the thin cloth. It felt hard and satisfyingly large.

He stripped off my remaining underwear and sucked my breasts, then my clit and inserted his fingers into me. It felt fantastic as they brushed my G spot inside my sopping wet cunt. I got his shorts off and looked at his engorged penis. It probably wasn’t as long as the one I had been playing with earlier that day, but it was certainly fatter.

I guided him on top of me and his rockhard cock pushed into me without guidance. It felt amazing. I felt so full. I shouted out with every thrust Mark made, which encouraged him to thrust harder and deeper with every stroke. Eventually he came and, as I felt him go rigid as he pumped into me, I came too.

We lay together, exhausted. He asked the question that men ask when they either feel insecure as lovers or when they know they’ve done well and are looking for praise.

“How was that?”

I don’t know whether Mark genuinely wanted reassurance or was just feeling pretty pleased with his performance but I really find this question irritating. I am noisy when I have . I am very noisy when I have good . Mark should have known without asking that this was good . I told him.

I also took advantage of his postcoital satisfaction to set out some ground rules for the future. We would have when I wanted it. I wasn’t going back to onceaweek or whenever Johnny could get away from his wife. As a man who’d just had some of the best of his life, Mark was happy to agree with whatever I demanded.

After that, we fell asleep. We had some more in the morning, this time with me on top. I felt so in control. I looked down at Mark’s fat penis going in and out of me as I lifted myself up and down until we both orgasmed.

We spent the day together. Mark went home to his flat to change and I went with him. It was a bit of a mess. But we went back there that evening.

We had more, great . One curious thing was that Mark couldn’t come while we were having oral . He’d given me several orgasms when he went down on me but, no matter how hard I tried, he just could not reach a peak while his dick was in my mouth. In the end, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his semen over my breasts. I was disappointed as I love that feeling when a dick just shoots its stuff across my tongue. It’s something I’ll need to work on with Mark.

When I eventually went home to prepare for the next week at work, I listened to an Answerphone message from Johnny. Clearly, he expected our relationship to continue after the events of Friday afternoon. This was going to be awkward.