Colin Middleditch, aged sixty, had not seen his twenty-five-year-old lover Patrice Simmonds since she left his hotel room on Wednesday morning although they had exchanged several hot texts and had had a couple of phone conversations.

As with most affairs, the more that they saw of each other the more they wanted time together but also as with most affairs, secrecy was important for at least one of the participants.

It was now Monday and Colin's private mobile buzzed to say there was a text for him. He was busy at work at the time so he could not immediately check it. When he did read it, about an hour later, he saw it was from Patrice and what it said caused Colin's penis to stiffen in his trousers. 'I need a fuck any chance of a quickie at lunchtime,' it read.

Despite being very busy, he too needed a fuck so he texted back to Patrice. 'I need a fuck too. your house at one any good?' was Colin's response.

'Sure babe, see you there," was the immediate reply from Patrice.

They both arrived promptly and were soon inside kissing and cuddling and each telling the other how much they missed them. "Let's get upstairs and get naked," said Patrice, and that seemed a good idea to Colin too.

Very swiftly they were in Patrice's bedroom and their clothes were off and Patrice was stroking Colin's erection as he fingered her wet pussy. "Fuck me, lover," said Patrice, who was looking stunningly attractive, as always.

Patrice got on her back on the bed with legs spread and Colin eased his rigid cock into her very receptive vagina. "Shit, I have so missed this," purred Patrice, as Colin slid further in.

They were both very busy with work so there was not going to be slow lovemaking due to lack of time so they very soon were both panting and groaning as Colin thrust hard and fast and Patrice moved with him. "Mmm, fuck, oh, getting close," announced Patrice, as the fucking went on.

Colin ploughed on and he was feeling like he was getting towards a sexual explosion. "Oh fuck Patrice, you are sensational," a now sweating Colin complimented.

"Yes, fuck, shit, yes, yes, yes," squealed Patrice as she started cumming and the added stimulation of his lover's orgasm soon had Colin ejaculating.

They lay breathing heavily for a while and kissed lovingly before they both showered ready to return to their respective work.

"Oh fuck, I really needed that," said Patrice, as they got dressed.

"Me too: I wish we could do it more often," replied Colin and Patrice agreed.

They parted without knowing when they would next meet but that night Colin's wife Ruth gave him some good news from his and Patrice's point of view.

"I am going away with the ladies from the bridge club: we are in a hotel Friday and Saturday night," Ruth told her husband who had to resist the urge to jump for joy. Ruth and Colin Middleditch had had mostly separate social lives for quite some time but they very rarely included one or other of them being away overnight.

Late that night, whilst Ruth was in the bathroom, Colin sent Patrice a text. 'Ruth away Friday and Saturday nights, can we get together?' it read.

'Wonderful I have a wedding all day Saturday but you can spend both nights here and whatever time we have Sunday,' was Patrice's reply.

Colin and Patrice had text contact over the next three days, and one brief conversation, but they were both very much looking forward to two nights in bed together.

Ruth sent Colin a text late afternoon Friday to say that she was just leaving and would be home at some time on Sunday evening. He did not know where she and her lady friends were going but he did not care particularly, he knew where he was going.

Colin arrived at Patrice's house mid-evening on Friday and unlike his visit there on Monday, there was plenty of time for whatever he and his lover chose to do to and with each other.

"Well, this is an unexpected bonus, baby," said Patrice before kissing Colin and then inserting her tongue in his mouth.

"It certainly is," replied Colin as his hardening cock pressed against Patrice as they kissed again and his hands clutched her backside.

As they were going to have the night in bed, there was no need to head there yet so they sat and cuddled and chatted on Patrice's sofa. Gradually the kissing got more intense as did the petting. Patrice got on Colin's lap, facing him, and Colin cupped her arse cheeks through her trousers as their tongues danced together. Colin undid Patrice's blouse and she did the same with Colin's shirt as their excitement mounted.

Colin undid Patrice's bra and pulled it to below her tits, which he now kissed and licked. "Oh baby, we are going to have such a great fuck tonight," Patrice said, with confidence.

"We are, my beautiful girl: we are going to give each other such pleasure," agreed Colin.

Soon their upper clothing was completely removed and Patrice got off Colin's lap, knelt on the floor, and undid his trousers. Colin lifted his backside off the sofa, on Patrice's instruction, and Patrice pulled his trousers down and off. Patrice then stroked Colin's erection through his underpants and then played with it with her mouth, still through his clothing.

Patrice then giggled as she pulled the front of Colin's underpants up and over his erect penis. Colin was again told to lift his backside off the sofa and Patrice removed his underpants before licking the length of his cock and then taking it into her mouth.

Colin squirmed his arse on the sofa as Patrice played his cock with her lips and tongue. "Oh fuck, oh Jesus," Colin uttered as he shut his eyes and savoured the sexual feeling. Although Patrice did not dislike the idea of taking Colin's spunk in her mouth, she was wanting it in her cunt later so she did not want to overexert her lover in that respect.

She withdrew her mouth from Colin's rigid penis and asked him a question to which she already knew the answer. "Would you like to play with my arse, darling?" she smilingly asked, although she had already discovered that he liked playing with her arse as much as she liked having it played with.

"You know how much I love your gorgeous arse, Patrice," answered Colin, as Patrice got off her knees and removed her trousers and then her knickers. Colin was pleased but not surprised to see that her cunt was glisteningly wet.

"Off you get," Patrice instructed Colin as she took his place on the sofa, on her knees thrusting her arse backwards. Her legs were quite wide open and her backside looked, as always, magnificent. It would not have taken him many jerks of his penis to have him spunking all over that arse, but as with Patrice a bit earlier, he was preserving his sperm for something else.

Colin had already played with Patrice's arse a few times since the start of their affair but this time he started differently by inserting three fingers in her arse crack and dragging them up and down. He knew that having her crack played with sent Patrice wild but even he was surprised at her immediate response. "Fucking hell, oh fuck, I am cumming," announced Patrice as Colin's fingers ran up and down the groove. Colin kept fingering her there and she kept cumming.

Patrice's body visibly shook as she orgasmed. "Shit baby, you send me fucking crazy," she panted when she finished cumming.

"Do you want some more playing with your arse or shall we go to bed?" asked Colin, whose penis was voting for bed.

"I want to go to bed, honey," replied Patrice, still feeling after-tremors from her orgasm.

The naked couple climbed the stairs and soon Colin was sliding his hard cock into Patrice's very well lubricated vagina. With all the time that they had ahead of them, they were able to make love at a leisurely pace and Colin frequently took Patrice to the edge before denying her the next orgasm but she was finding it very erotic.

Patrice had her legs locked behind Colin and this time he kept thrusting at a steady pace until she came. "Yes, yes baby, oh baby," she muttered as her orgasm arrived.

The lovemaking continued and Patrice came again before Colin's efforts to delay himself spunking were proved to be in vain as he ejaculated into his lover's saturated cunt. They had a shower and then they got some sleep. Patrice had a wedding reception to oversee so she had to be alert.

They did not fuck in the morning but knew that they would be doing so on Saturday night, plus they would have much of Sunday together. Colin went home to leave Patrice to get on with her working day.

Late that morning, Colin went into town and he was surprised to see Linda Forster and Caroline Shrubshaw chatting to each other. Colin was surprised because these two ladies were two of the usual bridge group that included his wife Ruth so he assumed that they would be with her on her bridge ladies' weekend away.

"Hello ladies, I am surprised to see you two," Colin said to the women that he knew reasonably well.

"Hello, Colin. why are you surprised?" responded Caroline.

"Because I assumed that you two would be with Ruth," answered Colin.

"With Ruth?" said a surprised Linda.

"Yes, the bridge ladies weekend away," said Colin, now wondering just what his wife was doing.

Linda and Caroline looked at each other and knowing expressions crossed their faces but neither was in any hurry to answer. "Oh, um, yes, um..." started Linda.

"Um, I think there must be some misunderstanding, Colin," blurted an embarrassed looking Caroline.

"Oh yes, it would appear so," said Colin, although he was pretty certain that the women knew what his wife was up to.

"Yes, a misunderstanding," Linda added to the conversation, such as it was.

"Yes, so it seems," smiled Colin weakly before adding "Oh well, must get on," as he turned and left the two women deep in conversation.

At first, Colin thought that maybe Ruth had not gone away at all and perhaps had been suspicious of Colin and maybe set a trap for him but he had already been home that morning and Ruth was certainly not there and there was no evidence that she had been there overnight.

He went back home and checked her wardrobe. He was no expert on exactly what clothing Ruth owned but certainly missing was one outfit that he always thought she looked rather nice in. Her toothbrush was also missing along with some other toiletries so there was no doubt that she had gone away, the question was, with who?

She had certainly said that she was going away with 'ladies' indicating more than one but if two of the likely other three knew nothing about it then just who was she with. For the first time, Colin wondered if Ruth was with a man and therefore having an affair, he smiled to himself when he thought how ironic that would be.

He, perhaps cruelly, sent Ruth a text. 'Hope you are having a good time. my regards to Linda, Caroline, and Petra,' with Petra the fourth member of the usual group.

A little later a text came back. 'Having a good time. the girls say thanks. see you tomorrow'' replied Ruth.

Colin was now pretty convinced that Ruth was with a man and he felt almost pleased about it because it took away even the modicum of guilt that he felt about his affair with Patrice.

Linda and Caroline knew very well who Ruth was with and after a bit of debate decided to text her to warn her that they had seen Colin in town, the trouble was that Ruth had already had the text contact with Colin.

When she received the warning text from Caroline she replied exactly as she had responded when she read the text. 'Shit I have already had a text from Colin and I told him that I would give you two his regards,' replied Ruth.

Ruth then thought about going home that day but Colin already knew that she had lied about who she was with so going home early would not change that. Colin too was thinking, both about what to do that Saturday night and what to do when he saw Ruth. It crossed his mind that Ruth might come home but she was as much in the wrong as he was so he decided to have his second night at Patrice's house.

Colin and Patrice talked about the situation long into the night and Colin decided, with Patrice's agreement, that if Ruth confessed to having an affair then he would too, but certainly not say who with. They did make love and they both came but it was not like their usual fucking because they both had the situation on their minds.

Sunday morning arrived and Colin and Patrice talked some more. They decided that a lot depended on Ruth but Colin was happy for her to continue with her affair if she was indeed having one if he was free to continue with his. They were more relaxed than the previous night and Patrice had stroked Colin's penis to full erection and he had fingered her cunt to wetness.

A smile crossed Patrice's beautiful face and almost the next thing that Colin's eyes took in was his lover's arse and cunt descending onto his face. Patrice stayed like that for a moment having Colin lick anything that was within reach of his tongue before she leaned forwards and took his cock into her mouth. This time, Patrice predecided, she would take his spunk in her mouth.

They both licked and sucked on what was on offer and Patrice also wanked Colin's cock and he sometimes touched her arse hole with a finger. They both kept going and going and Colin knew that he was about to cum in Patrice's mouth so he kept lapping at her saturated cunt.

Patrice orgasmed on Colin's face just before he ejaculated into her mouth and, once they had finished, they lay side by side laughing hysterically. They spent most of Sunday together but Colin knew that he needed to be home before Ruth. He was not wanting it to be a confrontation but how it went would largely depend on Ruth. Patrice wished him luck and he said that he would let her know the outcome as soon as he could.

Ruth got home and she was very subdued. "Did you have a nice time with the bridge ladies?" asked Colin.

"You know I wasn't with the bridge ladies: Caroline texted me to say that you had seen them," replied Ruth, not knowing how her husband would react to what she was being forced into saying.

"Yes I did see them didn't I? that was a surprise: so who were you with?" asked Colin, although he tried not to make it sound too accusingly.

"Colin, I am seeing someone: I am having an affair, sorry," replied Ruth, not knowing what to expect next.

She had thought of Colin's possible reactions ranging from rage to him feeling humiliated. She wondered if he might give her a good belting or something. Colin briefly thought of not confessing to his affair but this moment was the best chance that he would ever get to continue what he was doing with Patrice.

He decided to tell Ruth but he had a question first. "How long has it been going on?" Colin asked.

"About three months," replied Ruth, wondering why Colin was being so calm about it.

Colin took a deep breath and then shocked Ruth with his reply. "I am having an affair too, but it has not been anything like as long as three months," said Colin.

Ruth momentarily felt the rage that she thought that Colin might feel but her response was as calm as his. "Oh, I had no idea," she said, almost softly.

"You had not supposed to: I had no idea about you either," said Colin.

"So what happens now?" asked Ruth.

"It is up to you but we could just continue as we are: Helen must not know though," replied Colin, mindful of their daughter knowing that not one but both of her parents were having extra-marital sex.

"Um, yes we could, if that is what you want: I agree that Helen must not know," said Ruth.

Neither had any intention of telling their spouse who they were having an affair with but if they had done so, Colin would probably have been the more shocked because Ruth's twenty-three-year-old lover was even younger than Patrice.

So Mr and Mrs Middleditch mutually agreed to each continue their affairs and, with the secrecy between them no longer necessary, they could see their respective lovers more often. They agreed that their daughter must not know about the arrangement and they did not discuss what their future would be if either or both affairs ended.

Colin gave Patrice the good news, out of Ruth's earshot.

Ruth's young lover often fucked her in her house in the afternoons with Colin at work but one night Ruth asked Colin if he would mind spending a night away so that she could entertain. Colin, and Patrice, were happy to oblige.

If either relationship crumbled nobody knew what would happen but for now Ruth Middleditch was getting well fucked and Colin Middleditch and his lover, Patrice Simmonds, were blissfully happy.