Sleeping with married women

It was about 6:30 on a Friday evening, and I was in the neighbourhood, so I called into the office of a friend of mine to see if he wanted to grab a glass of wine at a nearby bar that had live music on Friday and Saturday evenings. Martin said that he’d love to grab a glass of wine, but he was about to make a dash for the airport. Some conference in Brussels, as I recall.

Martin’s temp secretary was in the room with us, making sure that he had everything he was likely to need for the various meetings. ‘And you?’ I asked.

‘Me?’

‘Yes. A glass of wine? A bit of music?’

‘Why not?’ she said.

It turned out that her name was Mary-Jane. (I hadn’t even known that.) She was a good-looking, sightly mumsy woman in her mid-thirties. And, as you might expect for a secretary (albeit temporary) to an industry heavy hitter, she was rather smartly dressed.

The bar was already pretty busy. And the music was a jazz quartet – although not a very good jazz quartet.

By the time that we reached the end of our first glass of wine, the band was attempting to pay a version of ‘Round Midnight. ‘Sounds like they have been listening to Mulligan Meets Monk,’ I said. ‘But perhaps they need a bit more practice.’

‘Mulligan Meets Monk?’

‘Yes.’

‘Don’t know it.’

‘Certainly worth a listen,’ I told her. ‘In fact we could go and listen to it now. At my place. If you have no other pressing engagements.’

‘I have the evening to myself,’ she said. ‘My boys are spending the weekend with their grandparents.’

We went back to my place. I put Messrs Mulligan and Monk on the turntable. And I found us some wine.

We listened respectfully to Mulligan and Monk playing ‘Round Midnight. And then I found some more music, and some more wine, and we began to dance. While my hand discovered that her shapely bum was being aided by some sort of elasticated undergarment, she told me that her husband was a hotshot lawyer, currently on an assignment in Somalia.

When we reached the end of the music, Mary-Jane excused herself and headed to the bathroom. When she returned, my ever-curious hand detected that her bum was no longer contained by Spanx (or whatever). Oh well, one fewer garment to remove (when she gave me permission). And there was a further surprise: she was a serious gusher.

Over the next six weeks or so, Mary-Jane and I fucked at every opportunity. And then she announced that her husband had been offered a big-deal job in another city.

About ten years later, I was one of the keynote speakers at a major conference. During one of the breaks, Mary-Jane sought me out. She had divorced her lawyer husband and married a new chap. She had also moved on from temporary secretarial work and was now Customer Service Director for a regional airline.

‘You and I could have made a good couple,’ she said.

I told her that I was allergic to children. ‘I still am.’

‘The boys have left home now,’ she said. ‘But I still think of you when I play ‘Round Midnight.’
 
The women I have met traveling are also traveling. They are away from home and family. They are not looking for drama just a one night stand. They want uninhibited sex that is outside of the routine.
I wish my wife’s career took her away on business trips. With being away from home and having a hotel room to herself, it just might give her the inspiration to really step up her hotwifing experiences. I’m thinking one night with an experienced man like yourself in this dept. would really help her break that ice. Then every trip after that would include a strange man fucking her in her hotel room.
 
I am still hoping for mine although we came close a few nights.
 
One affair and one fling with married women. Best sex I ever had...
Never an affair but several one night stands with married women. You are correct. The were starved for a little attention and a hard fuck.
 
As a married woman I approve. We know what we want, we need to get it done, we don’t worry about the peripherals as we did when single, and it’s great to have some hot easy sex
There will plenty of guys who would take up your offer and agree as well! For these guys its spicy to know you are married...
 
My best friend lost his virginity to a married woman during our senior year of high school. She came over to his house one day when he was home alone, and they did it in his parents' bed. Back then, he was terrified that A. the woman's husband would find out and murder him, and B. his parent would find out. Kinda funny, looking back on it now. As a high-schooler, I thought that my best friend was "the man" for having sex with someone's wife. I'd imagine that the sneaking around made it as fun as it was scary, especially since we were just dumb teenagers.
 
My best friend lost his virginity to a married woman during our senior year of high school. She came over to his house one day when he was home alone, and they did it in his parents' bed. Back then, he was terrified that A. the woman's husband would find out and murder him, and B. his parent would find out. Kinda funny, looking back on it now. As a high-schooler, I thought that my best friend was "the man" for having sex with someone's wife. I'd imagine that the sneaking around made it as fun as it was scary, especially since we were just dumb teenagers.
This is awesome.
 
A lot of married women are attracted to the idea of having a one night stand with another married man, but only if he’s not from the same city or is from a different country—so there’s no risk involved. I know because I’m one of them. 😝
 
A lot of married women are attracted to the idea of having a one night stand with another married man, but only if he’s not from the same city or is from a different country—so there’s no risk involved. I know because I’m one of them. 😝
It does make sense
 
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