Warm and damp in bed this morning, radiating sexy relief through the cold marital duvet, I lay flushed and relaxed. Heart pounding after sexy solo erotic play;(brilliant hangover cure), he was in my mind and his voice in my head. Smiling, secretly snuggling under the duvet, I smothered a self-conscious giggle remembering I'd actually gone and done it; I'd said shouted his name as I'd climaxed! And you know what? It was as horny as hell!

Message pops up on the phone, one of the girlfriends with whom I was celebrating last night, 'Thanks for a great night x'
Settling back onto the pillow, another message vibrates through, no doubt she'd added some quirky comment.

It was him. Indecent Proposal, indecently proposing a chat. Blushing, feeling I'd been caught out...I agreed and he rang.
Delightful conversation and I then confessed and we both laughed
From the store room of the local village tennis club he fantastically fucked me again across the satellite connection with the sound of the hard rain in the background.
'I want to hear you, say it...'
He's an eloquent male.
He's demanding and sensuous and I know our first meeting will be highly charged.
Conversation filled with intelligent talk and observations and reflections, desires and events, marital mundaneness and the complexities and beauty of children followed; still the beating of the rain.
Tennis lesson over.
Guise of future lover reversed quickly back to that of waiting father.
''till next time, can't wait to meet you.'