The first time I met Jenny was at a friend’s birthday party. It wasn’t a very big party, perhaps twenty people, but a very lively one. This was the late nineteen sixties, and I was in my early twenties and enjoying life immensely. I had a good job in computing and was single with no responsibilities. I had a great set of friends, most of whom were either from university days or from work, and we enjoyed lots of socialisin...

After a most enjoyable weekend, I really hoped that Jenny would contact me again as that would establish my position, so I was delighted when she called me at work on Tuesday afternoon. “Hello Alan,” she said, “it’s Jenny here. Is this a convenient time to speak?” “Oh, hello Jenny,” I answered, “how nice to hear from you. Yes, it’s a good time to chat.” “We’ll, I was wondering whether you were doing anything tonight. I kn...

After the brilliant time I’d had with Jenny on Wednesday night when her husband was out, I couldn’t wait to hear from her again. I left it up to her to call, as her schedule was the more difficult one to manage, but I hoped that, given time, this would change and she would find it easier to get away. When it got to Friday afternoon, however, I decided I would call her at work and see what was going on. “Hello Jenny,” I sa...

The after-work fuck at my house seemed to mark a change in the course of my affair with Jenny. It was as if she had decided to make a commitment to continuing and growing our relationship. She telephoned me daily and we talked like new lovers always do as they try to learn all about each other and enjoy those snatched moments of pleasure. We contrived to meet as often as we could, even if it was just for a quick fuck at l...

The next morning, my cock was still sore after my marathon weekend with Jenny, but I was feeling very contented. I went to work at the usual time and was soon immersed in my daily activities. Jenny rang shortly before lunch. “Hello Alan, how are you today?” “Not too bad, thanks, although my cock is still a bit sore after its non-stop workout. What about you?” “I’m on top of the world,” she answered, “but like you, I’m a b...

I went early to work the next day as there were a number of project issues that needed sorting out. I hoped that Sarah wouldn’t come and disturb me, and fortunately she didn’t. Jenny called me just before lunch. “Hello, Alan, how are you today?” “I’m fine, thanks. Very busy but otherwise on top of the world.” “Oh, I won’t keep you too long then, but I do need to talk with you. There have been some developments with Dave....

The weeks following the evening that I’d had with Jenny were surprisingly normal. We managed to meet a few times for a couple of hours, three or four times at my house and twice at hers. The sex was as good as ever, passionate and fulfilling, and we were becoming more attuned to each other’s bodies, knowing how and what to do for maximum pleasure. Sarah also came round a few times, once for a quick fuck and once to stay t...

I returned to the office after my meeting with Jenny feeling quite elated. Things were certainly looking very good for me. She was carrying my child and our affair was about to resume. She missed having sex with me and wanted it to start again. Her husband had no idea that I had been fucking his wife and that it was my child in her, so I didn’t expect any problems from him. All I had to do was make sure that Sarah wasn’t...

When I got to the office after my night with Sarah, I found an invitation on my desk from Mandy to attend her marriage to Tim. That was to be in three weeks' time. I made a note in my diary then quickly wrote an acceptance reply and walked to Accounts to give it to her. “Oh, hello Alan,” she said, putting a hand on my forearm. “Are you coming then?” “I wouldn’t miss your wedding for all the tea in China,” I said. “An oppo...

The two weeks leading up to Amanda’s wedding were uneventful and I was able to catch up on my sleep and rejuvenate myself. Sarah stayed at my place three or four times and Jenny visited me twice. Other than that I didn’t socialise at all until the night before Amanda’s wedding when I was invited to Tim’s bachelor party. That was held at a local pub and attended by most of our social set. It was the usual thing: lots of dr...

The Sunday after Amanda’s wedding turned out to be uneventful. I slept late and then went for a walk in a nearby park. The afternoon was spent reading the Sunday papers and doing some cleaning up as things had become rather untidy at home. I decided I’d have dinner at a nearby pub, so went out at about seven, returning home after a pleasant meal. The next day, Monday, was work as usual. Sometime in the morning, Sarah came...