I met Christine in a hotel bar in London.
She lived in Edinburgh
Both on our own, me on business, Christine on an adventure.
We shared a bottle of wine.
She told me her story.
It started ten years ago.
She was in bed with Jim, her husband.
He was in his back snoring softly.
She was thinking - we have been married twenty years, almost half my lifetime.
I have given birth to two boys
I like all three of them, love them indeed.
But that Shirley Valentine film had discomfited her.
As Jim snored, Christine began to imagine the pleasure of physical intimacies with a man without consequences, commitment.
In quiet moments, away from the routines and obligations of life as a Mum and wife, she discovered via the internet, websites enabling men and women to meet, some for loving commitment and some for sex, just sex.
Those private moments of internet browsing had an unsettling affect on her and, to move on, a few months or so, she joined a website enabling meetings between adults, men and women, men and men, women and women.
She joined.
After many message exchanges with unappealing men, she received a message from Robert.
He sent a polite literate message introducing himself
He was 50 years old at the time, a bachelor, self-employed and on one of his regular visits to Edinburgh
He always hoped that on his travels he would meet a woman who he could chat with and be intimate with.
His honesty disarmed her and, of course, aroused her.
He was visiting Edinburgh again in a week’s time.
And that coincided with the week Jim was taking their two boys on a camping trip south of the border to Cumbria.
She agreed to meet Robert at his hotel, making it clear that it would be for a drink and a chat.
But that night in bed, with Jim snoring next to her, she drifted into a conscious dream - Robert was on top of her, an overwhelming presence, his eyes focused on hers, his cock, solid, insistent.
In her reverie Christine spread her thighs, closed her eyes and masturbated.
She told me that story quietly and I knew that we would spend the night in her room.
I will describe that night later.
But, before I do, I will tell you the how Christine and Robert’s meeting went
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