April 2015.

I met Rob completely by accident. We literally bumped into each other and in doing so, he accidentally spilt my glass of wine. He apologised immediately for his clumsiness and insisted on buying me another. His conduct and manners were impeccable, so I allowed this rather fit-looking gentleman to buy me a replacement drink. We got chatting. He was a year older than me and worked for a high street bank. He didn’t come across as the stereotype Jack-the-lad; he seemed studious and hardworking. We chatted for almost an hour before he asked me out. A good-looking guy with good job prospects and manners asking me out? It was unsurprising that I swiftly allowed someone I’d just met to sweet-talk me into our first date.

Karen and I had been close friends, in truth, more than close friends. I’d known her eight years before I met Rob. She meant everything to me, and I trusted her implicitly. So, it was a surprise, and to be honest, a blow when she took an instant dislike to him. She thought him smarmy and overconfident. They never really saw eye to eye. She told Rob in no uncertain terms he was punching above his weight. She refused point-blank to ‘stroke his ego’ as she put it, and told me repeatedly that I was far too good for him. Maybe because of her instincts, I was hesitant to make my relationship with Rob a sexual one, but I saw lots of him and grew to like him more and more.

Three months down the line, Rob used the ‘L’ word. He told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I was besotted. I loved and trusted him. With those three little words out of the way, we thought we were on the same page. Honeymoon period over, it was time to take things into the bedroom.

I’m deeply passionate about what I believe, and I believed in Rob. I’m either wired wrong or gullible, but I loved him. I thought he was my one and only.

Rob suggested we spend a quiet weekend at his house in Suffolk. The whole weekend was mapped out. We would arrive early Friday evening and planned to leave midday Sunday. Romance was high on the agenda… and so was lovemaking.

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I was impressed by how nice his house looked from the outside. It was a renovated farmhouse, with converted stables. No nosey neighbours either, something Rob really liked about the place. He was shrewd where money was concerned. He knew by investing in property, his money was safe. Preferential mortgage rates from his employers guaranteed a good return on his investment.

We pulled up outside. Rob got out of the car and opened my door like the gentleman he was. He put his arm around me and walked me to the front door.

He opened the door to let me in.

“I’ll grab your stuff. If you want to go through to the lounge,” he said.

I could hear him taking my bags upstairs, so I followed him up. I started to unpack, but Rob insisted that I leave the unpacking until tomorrow.

After he finished unloading the car, we sat chatting.

“Would you like to go out for a few drinks and maybe something to eat?” he asked.

“No, I’d rather stay in if that’s okay with you?" I replied.

“Sure! I’ll go out and get something. What would you like, princess?"

“You decide. But whatever you chose, I’d like a glass or two of Merlot to wash it down, please.”

While he was gone, I had a walk around his house. I tried to work out what had been renovated and what was original. As I entered his bedroom, I was amazed at how clean and tidy it was. His bed was massive, and a huge TV hung on the wall. There were fitted wardrobes with full-length mirrors along one wall and a window that overlooked the picturesque countryside on the other. I could visualize myself lying in bed the next morning, gazing out of that window. I was impressed.

I went back down to the dining room to lay two places at the table in anticipation of our random meal. I found a box of old candles under the kitchen sink. To add a little romance to our evening, I fixed one to a saucer and placed it between our two placemats. My thoughts turned to Rob, and how lovely he is to me.

I heard his car pull up outside the house and the front door open.

“I’m back, sweetheart!” he shouted.

“I’m in the dining room,” I replied, as I lit the candle.

He walked in and gave me a hug. Rob had bought a selection of Chinese takeaway food, two bottles of Merlot and some cans of beer. We sat together for ages eating and drinking. We chatted over the flickering candle as we finished our drinks. He did most of the talking, I just sat there gazing at him, not really listening but watching his lips move as he spoke. I felt myself blushing.

“Why are you blushing, Lisa?”

I couldn’t answer him.

“So, how’s your wine?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“Rob, do you have any music you could put on?”

“Just so happens, I do.”

He got up and put some music on. Feeling a little tipsy, I got up and asked if he wanted to dance with me.

As we smooched, I put my head on his shoulder and held him tightly, feeling blissfully happy. I looked at Rob and gazed into his eyes and then kissed him on the lips. He didn’t move away, but returned my kiss with passion.

“I have a thing about you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Oh, you have a thing about me, do you? Think I’ve known that for a while, princess,” he said.

I blushed and looked down. His finger lifted my chin up. He brushed my hair from my face and kissed me.

“I have a thing for you too, my darling. Always have, always will.”

We continued drinking and dancing for a while longer, until I suggested we get showered and go to bed.

I went upstairs to unpack a few clothes from my bag. Grabbing a pair of panties, I padded along the landing to the bathroom. My stupidity suddenly dawned on me.

Why didn’t I buy some sexy underwear?

All I’d packed were three pairs of plain black cotton bikini-cut briefs with a soppy little white bow at the front. They really were nothing special.

I cleaned off my makeup and got into the shower. I tied my hair back, dried myself and pulled on my knickers. Wrapping myself in a towel, I made my way back to the bedroom.

Preparing for bed, I dropped the towel to the floor and reached for my dressing gown. At that precise moment, Rob walked past the bedroom door and looked in. He stopped in the doorway and did a double-take. His mouth dropped open. I stood there in my Marks and Spencer lingerie, flashing my bare breasts.

“Jesus, just look at you. You’re beautiful,” he said, feasting his eyes on my body.

I quickly tried to cover myself up with the dressing gown. By then, he’d already gotten an eyeful of my breasts.

“I should have put this on,” I said, holding up my dressing gown.

“No point in wearing something that’s coming off later,” he said as he kissed my forehead, then he smiled at me and made his way along the landing towards the bathroom.

“Please. Don’t take too long in the shower, babe,” I whispered behind him.

“No worries, I’ll be right back,” he replied, glancing back at me again and smiling.

Slipping off my pants and dressing gown, I sprayed perfume between my breasts and slipped under the duvet.

I heard him come out of the shower. He popped his head around the door and asked if everything was okay before closing the door behind him. He entered the room in his dressing gown and sat on the edge of the bed.

Rob kissed my hand and reached out to give me a hug.

“I love you, Lisa. I’m going to make you so happy.”

Hoping my enthusiasm wasn’t too obvious, I moved towards him to receive my hug. Sitting up, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, completely forgetting I was naked and giving him a tempting glimpse of my hardened nipples.

“Sorry.” I blushed.

“It’s okay, my darling, more than okay,” he replied. “I think I’m a little overdressed, don’t you?”

He slipped off his dressing gown and climbed into bed next to me. He leaned over and turned out the light before rolling over to face me. He put his arm around me. We lay in silence then kissed deeply.

I was feeling deliciously sexy lying next to this gorgeous, naked man; I couldn’t help myself. My hand slowly moved towards his cock and touched it. He didn’t move, so I gradually put my hand around it and squeezed it.

“Keep doing that, lady and things are going to happen,” he whispered.

That made me giggle, so I started stroking his cock. He obviously liked it, because he started to go stiff.

“You sure you want to do this, Lisa?”

There was a pause,

“I’d love to,” I whispered in his ear.

Finally, I was going to have sex with my knight in shining armour.

Rob pulled the duvet down and we started kissing like two mad teenagers. My heart was racing and my pussy tingling.

He stroked my breast and rubbed my nipple in a circular motion, as I lay back, he started to kiss my neck. I let out a moan of pleasure as he moved down my body, kissing me all over. I started to tremble and shudder as he worked his way down.

As he got further down my body, I opened my legs wide for him.

“Rob, there’s something I need to tell you.”

He looked up at me.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I have never had an orgasm with a man,” I said.

“Oh, my darling girl. Tonight will be a very special night then,” he smiled.

Kissing me passionately, I could feel his hand moving towards my pussy. As it got closer, I gave out a faint moan. I knew Rob was planning on giving me what I never had.

He moved his head between my legs. I could feel his breath on my lady parts.

His thumbs parted my labia. “You’re so wet, darling.”

He probed his tongue in a circular motion around my clit. My pelvic muscles tensed, as my body writhed under his touch. He started to kiss the inside of my thighs, down my legs to my feet. Then he worked his way back up stopping at my mound. He slipped one finger into my soaking pussy, coating his finger as he smeared my love juices.

“You taste delicious,” he murmured, as he luxuriously tasted my juices on his finger.

Rob returned to my vaginal lips and increased the divine swirling of his tongue on my clit.

“Oh, keep it there. Don’t stop, it’s amazing.” I gasped.

I was about to go over the edge.

“Oh shit… Rob, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop, Oh my god!”

My body started shaking uncontrollably, my back arched, my legs clamped around his head like a vise.

As he locked onto my clitty, I felt that unmistakable feeling of love juices running between my bum cheeks.

I called out his name as I erupted into orgasm.

With Rob still between my legs, we lay together resting. I needed time to come down from the afterglow of my climax.

“How was it for you, princess?” he asked.

“Oh my god. What have you done to me? It was beautiful,” I gasped.

Reaching over, he turned on the light then opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small packet.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“A condom, sweetheart?”

“Please, don’t put it on yet. I want to do something.” I said with a seductive grin.

He looked at me and smiled.

I rolled him over, pushed his legs apart and got down between them. His fragrant bodywash filled my nostrils, as I hovered over his cock. It started to grow hard as I held it in my hand. This was the first time I’d seen it up close. It grew harder by the second before my very eyes.

As it grew, I thought to myself, how the hell is this going to fit inside of me?

I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I gave him very clear instructions that I wanted him to tell me when he was about to cum.

“I’ve never swallowed before, so please forgive me if I don’t manage it.”

“Lisa, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll understand if you don’t.”

Looking up, I could see Rob close his eyes and tilt his head back.

Grabbing the base of his penis. I put my tongue on the silky-smooth tip and tasted his pre-cum. It tasted much sweeter than I thought it would. Firmly squeezing his rigid shaft, I forced a second droplet to ooze from the eye of his cock. I’d developed a taste for it, so I swiftly removed it with my tongue. Rob groaned and moved his hips as I explored the length of his shaft with my tongue. Making sure he could feel my hot breath on his penis, I pulled back his foreskin before swirling my tongue around the rim. By this point, I was going for gold.

“Oh, baby. That feels so good.”

Opening my lips, I took his impressive member fully into my mouth. My saliva lubricated his thick shaft, allowing me to take him deeper. Hitting the back of my throat, he gave one final thrust of his hips, to gain that extra centimetre of pleasure.

I will always remember the thrill of his cock entering my mouth for the first time. It was the most exhilarating feeling I’d ever experienced.

I sucked him like a lollipop. When I lifted my head, his bulbous cockhead plopped out of my mouth. His penis glistened with my thick viscous saliva. A long string drooled from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Once again, I buried my head into his lap and took my lover to the hilt.

His cock twitched and throbbed, as I stroked his shaft with my hand. His groans became louder the more I sucked and wanked him, his swollen cock desperately trying to hold back.

“Oh, my god, Lisa, that’s so good. I’m going to cum soon, babe, won’t be long now.”

I got faster with my strokes, spreading the messy spit lubricant up and down his shaft. The faster I went, the more loudly he moaned. I knew he was ready to cum.

Suddenly, I felt his balls tighten.

“Ohh, Lisa, Lisa, I’m cumming now.”

Within seconds his cock pulsated. An enormous string of cum shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed the first load as quickly as I could, but the second squirt caught me off guard. I had to open my mouth slightly, to prevent myself from gagging. Globules of semen dripped from my mouth onto his stomach; the remainder dribbled down his shaft and coated his balls. Very messy blowjob, but oh, so very sexy.

His body was still in spasm; I kept sucking and massaging his cock until I was sure I had sucked every last drop. I could feel his dick go limp as his orgasm subsided. Licking my lips, I swallowed what was left in my mouth. His cum tasted creamy, sweet and little salty. I had finally experienced swallowing cum for the first time. Nothing more erotic than your lover unloading into your mouth.

Rob opened his eyes and said. “Oh, Lisa, that was amazing, sweetheart. Thank you, my darling.”

I sat up and gave him a spunky kiss. We lay cuddling together.

After twenty minutes, I could feel him move up slightly, and then I felt the tip of his cock nudging my leg.

“I love you, Lisa,” he whispered.

He reached for the condom on the bedside cabinet and rolled It over his erect penis. Moving between my legs, he slowly parted my thighs before rubbing his cock between my labia.

The anticipation drove me crazy, as he nudged and eased his way into my very wet pussy. I opened my legs wider, as inch by inch he slid the whole of his cock inside of me. I could feel my vagina expand as he filled me up.

My pussy felt so sensitive. He wasn’t even halfway in yet. He picked up the pace and slipped it in all the way.

“Oh my god. Rob, that feels so nice. I love you,” I said as his cock filled me to the hilt.

He kissed me passionately on the lips as he began to rhythmically make love to me.

“We're together now, princess.”

I could hear him grunting and breathing faster. I knew he was ready to explode inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. I put my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to me. No way, I was letting him go.

"Lisa, I’m going to cum, darling.”

He pounded deeper and deeper, hitting my cervix. His strokes became faster and faster. I clamped my legs around his arse, to keep him inside me. I could feel his cock pulsate as he throbbed squirt after squirt inside of me. He dropped on top of me, our sweaty bodies together at last.

“I really love you, Rob. Thank you for making tonight so special,” I said.

He lifted his head off my chest and said, “It should be me thanking you, princess. I truly love you with all my heart.”

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For eighteen months, our relationship was euphoric. We spent as much time in each other’s company as we possibly could, he showered me with romance and love. Rob was warm, caring and kind. He would never be scared to display affection whether in private or in public. He was mine. I was his. Our life was bliss. At least…I thought it was…

At some point, the chemistry began to fade. It became mutually obvious the spark wasn’t as bright as it was. We’d gone from comfortable to boring in just under a year and a half. He’d become flaky and noncommittal to any long-term plans.

Rob lacked enthusiasm for anything, including our lovemaking, which by now only lasted a few minutes.

He seemed preoccupied and irritable. The slightest thing would set him off whenever the two of us were together. If I dared question him, he’d accuse me of being moody.

I lay awake on many occasions, obsessing about our relationship and what the future would hold for us. I presumed he’d either grown discontented with our relationship or he was having an affair, and that was unthinkable. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Karen continually tried to warn me. She told me the warning signs were there. Unfortunately, I was too blind to see them.

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I couldn’t ignore my gut instincts, so I made an excuse whenever he suggested moving in with me. I didn’t object to him staying over for the odd night, but I drew the line at having him permanently living in my home.

Sunday night, Rob slept over at my house. He’d been chosen to attend a five-day seminar in London and needed an early start. I offered to drive him to the station to catch the 07:45 train to London. Delayed by the Monday morning rush hour traffic, in the one-way system, we were late for his train.

The station drop-off point was gridlocked; cars were queuing to drop off commuters.

“Just pull over, Lisa, or I’m going to miss my train.”

The red warning light flashed up on the dashboard as he unbuckled his seat belt.

I pulled over into a gap. Rob leaned across the car, gave me a peck on the cheek and disappeared out the door.

“See you Friday, babe, I’ll ring you,” he called out as he slammed the door behind him.

Driving back home, I became distracted by something sliding across the floor as I turned a corner. Momentarily, I took my eyes off the road to glance down at the floor. When I looked back up, the car in front of me had stopped. I hit the brakes hard to avoid a rear-end shunt. As I slammed on the brakes, Rob’s mobile phone shot out from under the front passenger seat. It must have fallen out of his pocket.

I arrived home, made a coffee and put his phone on my bedside table for safekeeping. As I turned to walk out of the bedroom, the phone buzzed. I went back and picked it up. It was an incoming text message. My curiosity got the better of me so, I opened the text. It was that moment my heart sank.

Morning, gorgeous. Can’t wait to see you tonight, let me know what time? Hope you’ve booked a double room. Love Lauren X.

My brain spun and my stomach churned. I’d had my suspicions for a while that something wasn’t right, by the strange way he’d been acting. It was so out of character…but this had caused the bottom to fall out of my world.

I scrolled back through the texts on his phone and found all the proof I needed to confirm my worst fears.

My Rob was having sex with another woman. Lots of it, it seemed. He’d been doing so for a number of weeks.

I’d really thought that our relationship was sacred. I’d been so, so mistaken. This was the ultimate betrayal. I'd finally found him out.

My brain flooded with all kinds of emotions; they ranged from anger to sadness, frustration and disbelief.

Against my better judgment, I replied to her text, making out I was Rob.

I can’t wait either. King-size double ready and waiting. I’ve waited so long for this.

I pressed send.

I started to gather up the few belongings he’d left at my house. With tears running down my cheeks, I began to sob. I couldn’t believe he’d done this to me.

Ten minutes later another message came through on his phone.

It read: Silly! You know it’s only been two weeks. I’ll make it worth the wait. Hope you have a safe journey handsome X.

I threw the phone on the bed and cursed him.

"The lying rat!"

I phoned Karen. I wanted her to come over and stay with me. She’d stayed over many times before.

Karen answered her phone.

“Hello, lovely, how are you?”

“Don’t ask. I need to talk. I need some company. How’d you like to come over to stay for a couple of days? Rob's away in London and I don’t want to be on my own,” I replied. I struggled not to let my distress be evident in my voice.

“Okay, hon, I’d love to. I’ll pack some clothes and be over later this afternoon.”

“Thanks, babe. I’ll tell you all about it when you get here.”

I stuffed Rob’s belongings into a black plastic bin bag and sat crying. I kept asking myself: why? All I wanted was to love and be loved in return.

I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and it said three forty-five pm. It had been a little over four hours since I rang Karen. I picked up Rob’s belongings and went downstairs.

I heard Karen shout through my letterbox.

“Only me, babe. Let me in.”

I ran to the door and there stood Karen. I grabbed her, threw my arms around her neck and burst out crying.

She asked why I was crying, so I showed her Rob’s phone with the text messages.

Karen’s jaw dropped.

“I don’t know what to say, apart from I’m sorry. Let’s get you inside, we need to talk,” she said, hustling me into the hall.

Karen made some coffee. We’d just sat down when Rob's phone rang. It was one of Rob’s mates.

“Who’s that?”

“It’s Lisa.”

“Oh… Rob asked me to ring his phone because he’s lost it. He didn’t know you’ve found it.”

“Is Rob there?” I asked.

“Yeah. Do you want to speak with him?” came the reply.

“Yes, please.”

I heard talking in the background, then Rob came on the phone.

“Hi, babe. So glad you’ve found my phone, I was worried I might have lost it on the train and... ”

Before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him.

“Who is Lauren, Rob?” I asked calmly.

There was a pause.

This time I screamed down the phone.

“Who the fuck is Lauren?”

“She’s just a friend. Why?”

“Yeah, she’s a friend alright. She’s been texting you for weeks. One simple question, Rob, are you fucking her? You can see where this is going, so please have the balls to be honest. Don’t treat me like a fool.”

“Please, don’t do this, Lisa. Let's talk. I’ll get the next train back and we can talk.”

“Answer my question. Are you fucking her? Yes or no?”

Again, there was a deathly silence for what seemed like an eternity.

“Okay. Yes, I’m fucking her. I’m seeing her tonight."

“You two-faced liar!” I screamed down the phone. “You fucking scumbag. How could you? Eighteen months we’ve been together…" I choked on my words mid-sentence.

"Fine, keep the fucking phone and get out of my life, bitch. I don’t love you. Haven't done for ages. I have more feelings for her than I've ever had for you," he said, then hung up on me.

I dropped the phone and started to cry. Karen put her arms around me.

“Oh my god, what just happened? Don’t cry, babe, he’s not worth it.”

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Five days later, Rob made contact. He told me Lauren had dumped him and wanted us to get back together. With the unflinching support of Karen, my decision was easy. I sent him packing.

For several weeks, he begged for a second chance. As the weeks went on, his tactics became more and more desperate and, in due course, he became a very different man to the one I’d fallen in love with. The whole episode had gone from the best thing in my life to the worst.

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My sincere gratitude to Cara and Davidls for their input.