I flung open the hood of Goof, my VW Golf, and drive through the sun-drenched Dutch countryside with my hair flapping. The radio is blaring, I am on my way to meet Mark at his boat in Rijpwetering. I am nervous, I cannot hide behind the keyboard today and I am afraid I will disappoint him. Only Rose and Simon know that I am going to do this, and they both wished me a lot of fun. This is not the time to start doubting or feel guilty in advance. Mark said I didn't need to bring anything except myself, but I have a couple of chilled bottles of Zeezuiper with me. In the car park I check myself in the rearview mirror, take another mint and put on some lip gloss. I give myself a wink and get out of the car with good courage.
At the end of the jetty, Mark jumps out of a modest cabin boat and comes towards me. He waves and, really, does a little hop. I run straight into his arms and enjoy the warm embrace. He gallantly helps me on board, and I settle down on the comfortable cushions. As he steers us out of the harbour, I get a good look at him. He mirrors the image I was blown away by a month or two ago. The wind is playing with his black hair and his shorts are stretching seductively around his muscular behind. Mark is a prize animal, and I smile at the thought of our naughty plans. I hand him a bottle of cool Tripel and as we toast, I land on his lap.
Our mouths meet; he tastes of the bitterness of the beer mixed with the freshness of the water around us. Through trousers and dress, I feel his manhood tapping against my bum. Between kisses, he buries his nose in my cleavage, and I let him. His free hand wanders over my body and I nibble on his ear, I have goose bumps from head to toe. At a snail's pace, he steers us across the lake to the small island where we will moor. Skilfully, he manoeuvres the boat behind a wall of woven willow branches, where we are barely visible from the water but still lying in the sun. After he drops the anchor, there is a strange combination of tension and relaxation in the air. This is it. For now, our world stops outside this boat.
Mark drops to his knees in front of me on the deck, pulls up my dress and plants kisses on my bare skin. I have been faithful to my husband for an eternity, but now I want nothing more than to be loved by this other man. I hear him humming softly and feel his kisses moving closer to my pussy. With a big smile, Mark emerges above my pubic mound.
'Mm. You're in the mood, aren't you? I'm going to spoil you so much, but first I have to undress you!'
As we kiss he takes off all my clothes, paying little attention to my pretty lingerie. I let him continue until I am stark naked, completely relaxed I am not. Mark knows he has to tell me how beautiful I am a few times to calm me down. He pushes an extra pillow in my direction so I can lie back, and he grasps one himself to put under his knees. He takes off his polo shirt and sits between my legs.
I close my eyes, and to my surprise, I feel his lips land close to my kneecap. His hair tickles along the inside of my thigh, and his mouth caresses my springy skin. He blows his warm breath teasingly over my lips. I play with my sun-warmed nipples and let my pelvis make inviting movements. I only have to spread my legs a little further to give myself to him. He closes his lips around my pink pearl and softly nibbles. I squirm and moan.
Mark reappears and moves up to kiss me. I eagerly lick my own lust from his lips.
'I am going to lick you to heaven, and then I will give it to you.'
I kiss him and then push him back down. Mark lifts my legs over his shoulders and pulls me towards him, his arms around my thighs so I can't go anywhere. My own gentleman regularly manages to lick me to orgasm, but this is of a different order. Mark circles the entrance to my vagina with his tongue, pushing it in and also using his nose to search for sensitive spots. When he makes my clit plop between his lips, I feel all the energy in my body flowing to my pelvis. I clamp my legs around him and my orgasm is so intense that Mark is almost crushed. He is strong enough to wriggle free and watches with a big grin as I lie there trembling. I am swaying on my waves of pleasure and don't notice Mark pulling his trousers off. We're going all the way now.
He lifts my right leg, and I feel a trickle of pleasure escape. Mark taps my clit with his tip as if it were the doorbell and enters. With a smooth hip movement and a growl, he pushes his pole deep into my pussy, almost taking my breath away. He pumps in a slow but steady rhythm, his lower abdomen tapping against my clit. His dick is delicious and so new.
'Yes, yes, yes ... there ... oh there. Take me.'
'I am going to fill that juicy pussy of yours.'
His movements accelerate, and I feel him throbbing against my insides. With a long 'ooh yes,' he squirts his load and lands his head on my chest. For a moment we both say nothing, and I stroke his hair. A sated moment that tastes of more, our eyes meet, and we kiss. Mark gets up to pull on his trousers, I pick up my dress and let it fall over my naked body. My nipples rub against the fabric, and I feel another horny twinge. Bare-chested Mark pulls in the anchor and puts the boat in reverse. I lie lazily on the cushions watching him. This is it; this is what it feels like.
Mark has brought cold bubbles and a picnic basket full of goodies to celebrate me crossing the first item off my LoL. Completely against the rules, I feel butterflies in my stomach, but of course I don't tell Mark. We continue to talk about the LoL and what my next adventure will be. He drops the anchor for a second intimate session, which is much sultrier and more tender than the first. At the harbour, he gallantly helps me disembark and gives me one last kiss. I find it hard to let go of him and our moment; I don't know when we'll get another chance.
On the way home, I stop at a petrol station to pee and get the 'date bag' out of the boot. This was a clever idea of Simon's: tissues, deodorant, a clean slip, perfume and chewing gum.
I am now officially cheating, so I isolate myself in the TV room while Steven works downstairs. Simon enjoys my romantic account of the hanky-panky with Mark, but freely admits that he can't get too enthusiastic about another man conquering me.
During the goodnight kiss with Steven, I wonder if he will taste that I have been with another man.
