Taken from the book; "discreetlondon: the secret 
internet diary of an unfaithful husband 
- the complete, UNCENSORED blog"
                                                  Chapter 7
                        The happiest discreet New Year possible!
                                            1st January 2005
Result!

My advertising paid off yesterday, I got one response and converted it
into a real life meeting! Happy New Year to me! I'm over the moon!

As I’ve said before, it only takes one good reply to make an ad
successful. Last night I proved this is true!

I had to wait until I was certain my wife was asleep before logging
into Blogger, I don't want her to ever find out what I get up to behind
her back. As long as I am careful, she will never know anything.

She was working an overnight shift last night. She's got to do another
one tonight, unexpectedly. There seems to be a bad flu going through
her ward and all the other nurses are coming down with it. My wife's
been lucky so far, though it means she's been doing lots of additional
nightshifts without much notice. Still, I can't complain, maybe I'll get
lucky again tonight.

Around 4pm yesterday, I received my only reply to the ad. It was
brief and to the point, saying that this woman was up for it and asking
where in west London I was. Our email exchange happened live as we
were both online at the time.

I quickly established that she was early 40s, Asian, slim and
attractive. She said she was a successful professional, willing to drive
to my place around 9pm that night. This sounded too good to be true,
she gave me her mobile number and I phoned her straight away.

She explained that she was in a relationship with a married man and
he was spending New Year's Eve with his wife and family. This was
why she was alone and up for NSA fun. I outlined my situation,
letting her know I too was married, but free to play all night. She
didn't have a problem with that, but then she wouldn't, if her fulltime
lover was also married.

I never thought of this before, but on-going mistresses must have it
pretty badly, especially at the holidays. It makes me feel quite sad for
them, though I guess it is the life they choose. At least on this
occasion, I could make one mistress a bit happier on New Year's Eve.

We made arrangements to meet and I gave her my second, secret
mobile phone number. I gave her directions to practically right
outside my door, complete with parking instructions and told her to
phone me once she arrived. I peered out the window to see that my
street was pretty empty and I should be able to see her car pull up
outside. Perfect!

I had a few hours to kill before she arrived, so I did my tidying and
hiding at a comfortable pace. About an hour before I expected her, I
had a long, hot shower. I dried myself off, shaved, brushed my teeth,
put on some cologne and my favourite charcoal robe.

I went into the front room and watched out the window, from the side
of the curtain, discreetly with the lights inside switched off. No one
could see me spying outside.

A big, fairly new, dark coloured Mercedes slowly crept up the road. It
parked right where I told her to park, so I had a pretty good feeling it
was she. Not long after the car parked, my mobile phone rang. I 
answered it, and I was right, that was her car. I instructed her to get
out of the car and cross the street, I directed her straight to my door.

I let her in to my darkened house and brought her into the lounge. She
gave me a bottle of champagne, which I took into the kitchen after I
seated her. I poured a couple of brandies and returned to the lounge.

I sat next to her and passed her a brandy. I had a chance to study her
looks in the dim light of the room. She had an exotic, slightly angular,
pretty face. She didn't look her age. But it was her body that was most
impressive. When she removed her topcoat, she revealed a very tight,
short, black dress, which was complimented by very high spiked
heeled shoes. Her long dark hair contained highlights, which were so
subtle that they had to cost a fortune. Her fingernails were also
professionally manicured with long white tips. She was far more
stunning than I expected.

We chatted a bit as we sipped our brandies, she was incredibly sexy
and flirtatious. She asked if I had any porn. Needless to say, I did.

I popped a DVD into the player, it was an Italian bootleg I picked up
at a market. The film is quite dark and very sexy, with some sort of
plot I haven't tried to make sense out of. I don't speak any Italian,
which doesn't help, but it seems to be about lots of people cheating on
their husbands and wives and being watched and getting caught. It
ends with a murder-suicide, but I wasn't planning on playing the film
as far as the ending.

We watched the film in silence for a short while, then my new friend
stood up without warning, turned to face me, unhooked her dress and
just let it drop to the floor. Oh My God!

She was wearing a matching bra, thong and suspender set, all in
black, with black fishnet stockings. She kept the stilettos on. Oh My
God!

Her body was gym fit, as if she went every day. Her tummy was flat,
like a teenager, she even had a piercing. A black onyx jewel hung
from a ring in her navel. This was just too good to be true!
I realised I hadn't popped a Viagra, so took this opportunity to offer to
refill the brandies. She said yes please and I excused myself to the
kitchen.

I had one litte blue helper in my robe and quickly swallowed it with
some tap water. Phew, good thing I remembered, otherwise it
wouldn't have been as good as it could be!

I poured two more drinks and returned to the lounge. This time I sat
right next to her on the sofa after I handed her the drink. I quickly
drained mine and she did the same.

I took her glass from her hand and placed it with mine on the coffee
table. I was going to enjoy this, I was going to savour every second of
pleasure.

I slipped my arm around her and drew her close to me; our lips were
centimetres apart. We didn't speak; I just kissed her tenderly. I
brushed my lips across her's softly for a bit. Before long, she couldn't
take the teasing any more and she pressed her lips firmly to mine,
kissing me deeply. Soon our tongues were intertwined.

I let my hands stroke her all over; her back, her sides, her breasts, her
thighs, she was just so toned. I slipped the straps of her bra from her
shoulders, letting her fall out; with one hand I cupped a breast, letting
my thumb flick her nipple gently. She let out a soft breathy moan.

I got on my knees in front of her and slipped her thong down,
revealing a very well waxed muff. She just had a small landing strip,
above her special place. I parted her thighs with my hands and buried
my face in her soft moistness.

She reclined on the sofa and let me get stuck into her honey pot. It
didn't take me long to find her clit, which was swollen and throbbing
against my tongue. I teased and ticked her love button, gently at first,
but as her responses increased, so did my speed and the pressure I was
applying.

Soon I was making tight circles with the tip of my tongue, right on the
tip of her clit. She had both hands on the back of my head and was
pressing my face harder into her crotch. I knew she was going to cum
soon. I gave her everything I had.

Her back arched and she pressed herself against me harder and harder,
till I nearly couldn't breath. In one long exhale, she let out a crying
moan that I think maybe my neighbours could hear. I didn't care, this
was fantastic!

I kept going for a while, but it became clear that she wasn't going to
cum again straight away. This orgasm was just too big. I fished a
condom out of my robe, ripped it open and slipped it on. I straddled
her as she lay on the sofa and slipped myself right inside her. She was
very, very wet.

I felt her grip my cock with her muscles, she wrapped her legs and
arms around me. I started pumping her for all I was worth. I leaned in
and kissed her hungrily, our tongues pushing hard against each other.
I could feel the Viagra pumping more blood to my penis. I was harder
than steel.

I fucked her and fucked her. I lasted a good long time. We were
banging on the sofa hard, she was meeting me stroke for stroke.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, I felt my scrotum tighten, my
balls started to fire and I shot hard, deep inside her.

My cock stayed slightly hard, even after I came. I got rid of the
condom and wiped myself off with a tissue. She saw that I was still a
bit stiff and started to play with me. It didn't take much
encouragement for him to come back full force and I was completely
hard again in no time.

While we were sitting there together and she was playing with my
cock, she suddenly and unexpectedly leaned over and took it in her
mouth. Oh My God!

Her lips were like velvet, her tongue simply divine. It was the most
amazing head. It was just so fucking good! I was breathless in no
time.

She got on the floor, on her hands and knees and motioned for me to
take her from behind. I got on my knees behind her, grabbed another
condom, quickly slipped it on, and then penetrated her still wet pussy.
I put my hands on her hips and began giving it to her really good.

She asked me to pull her hair and talk dirty to her. I grabbed a handful
of her hair firmly and tugged on it, her head snapped back. I smacked
her bottom with my other hand and asked her if she was my "fuck
slut". She said, "yes, oh yes, I am your dirty fuck slut, baby".

The dirty talk continued for a while, till I could feel her pussy
pulsating around my cock and she came again. That was enough to
get me close and as soon as I was an instant from shooting, I
withdrew, snapped off the rubber and shot my load all over her ass.
She loved that and reached her hand around and started rubbing it into
her skin. She was sexy, gorgeous and dirty!

I looked at the clock and it was coming up on midnight fast. I wiped
myself off and retrieved the champagne and two glasses from the
kitchen. I returned and switched off the DVD, putting BBC1's
coverage of the countdown on in its place. We watched that hot bitch
from Breakfast TV, Natasha Kaplansky introduce the Big Ben
countdown and amazing fireworks display.

So there I was, sitting on my sofa, wearing nothing but a robe, next to
this incredibly hot stranger dressed in nothing but fishnet stockings,
suspenders and heels, toasting in the New Year with some nice
champagne. My discreet life just doesn't get much better than this!

After the fireworks finished, I excused myself upstairs to phone my
wife on the ward. Luckily she was busy and couldn't talk long, but I
was able to wish her a happy New Year and tell her much I love her.
And I do love her, with all my heart. I'd never ever leave her!

Once I was done with the phone call, I returned to the living room, to
find my new friend still undressed and ready for more. More is
exactly what I gave her, we continued to party and fuck until the early
hours, when I suggested she should think about making a move. She
might have been a bit miffed at the suggestion, but she didn't let it
show. She dressed; I walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye.
We never even exchanged first names.

I cleaned up the house quickly, locating all the condoms and
wrappers, as well as the champagne bottle and glasses. I washed and
dried the 2 champagne flutes (gifts from my in-laws!) and brandy
snifters and put them away. I replaced all the items I stashed. I
double-bagged all the rubbish and put it outside, in the bin, but not on
top, I stuck it deep inside, with other bags on top of it. I checked the
loo to make sure there were no telltale signs of anything and all was
well there. Finally, I sprayed some air-freshener all around the lounge.

I jumped in the shower, dried myself off and went to bed for a couple
of hours. I woke up after nine in the morning, when my wife got
home, so I could wish her a proper happy New Year. I cooked for her,
a very fancy breakfast including a perfect omelette and served it to
her in bed, before she went to sleep. I really am the perfect husband!

She's back to work tonight, which means I have yet another
opportunity to play. It's Saturday night, which is always a good night
to be on the hunt, but can I really be that lucky two nights in a row? I
sure hope so, because last night was better than I could have ever
imagined! I'm placing another advert right now. Please wish me luck!
And I hope your New Year was just as happy as mine!

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