Blogged-In

Back from our respective holidays - during which I even had to top up Angela’s mobile whilst she was abroad - we arranged to meet up again.

This time, I booked a suite in the same city as usual. This meant we had a large bedroom with a four poster and a separate sitting room area. The decor was … quirky: pumpkins on the curtains.

We took a load of photographs, starting with a secretarial theme. Angela looked good enough to eat so that’s what we then did. During the afternoon, evening, night and the next morning, we took well over 400 photos and made love countless times. Some wine and a meal. Lovely.

The next morning, we had breakfast in our suite in front of the telly before finishing our photography and yes, more lovemaking.

Angela commented at one point on how intense I became, like I wanted to consume her. She wasn’t wrong. I love this woman…

Whilst on holiday, Carolyn and I had the chance for a brief talk. She asked me where we were going and I said I wasn’t happy, hadn’t been for a while, etc.

We decided not to do anything there and then - I wasn’t quite ready to leave just yet…

I’ve mentioned before that I operate a web site on a stockings and heels theme. It features videos that I shoot with Angela and one of the main sources of referral traffic to it is YouTube because I have had a “channel” there since February 2007.

I was interested to see that today the number of times my videos have been watched since then went over the half million mark - as I type this it stands at 503,987.

Imagine if I’d earned a dollar for each view…

With our family holidays approaching, Angela and I were keen to get one more meeting together before we faced the ordeal of a few weeks away from each other without the ability to get online and on webcam.

So we decided to go back to the city centre cottage we were beginning to get attached to! Angela was going to be late because she was on a course she had arranged for her and her colleagues and wold need to stay until it ended. I arrived at the usual time and went for a walk, getting caught in a torrential downpour and getting soaked through.

When Angela arrived, she got changed into a silky French Maid’s outfit which she had bought for a theme. We took around 80 shots and some video footage before I took advantage of the cleaning staff…

We then went out for another meal at the excellent pizzeria we had been to before. We bought an excellent bottle of an Italian ‘blush’ wine that we enjoyed so much, we had another! They weren’t allowed to let us take the half-empty bottle away with us, so we stayed and drank the rest!

Back at the cottage, we messed around for a while before Angela sadi she was feeling hot and insisted I accompany her outside with her and to bring my camera. I then took a couple of photos of her out in the back garden, absolutely naked at just about midnight…

We came back inside and watched some TV before Angela changed into a long black velvet dress, red lingerie and black stockings and strappy sandals. We finally finished shooting - literally and figuratively -at around 3.00am before we decided to get some sleep.

The next morning, I made coffees and we got showered and shot some more photos and video and made ove again. Angela was wearing some fabulous Janet Reger lingerie and copper seamed nylons. Stunning!

Another fond farewell until after the holidays.

We decided that we should wait a while before meeting up again, so it was nearly 8 weeks before we met up again towards the end of June.

This time it was hotel we hadn’t stayed in before but in the same city as last time. Our room had a balcony and overlooked the cathedral so the view was excellent. Angela had brought some Karen Millen strappy sandals to show me that I had bought for her. They were fabulous and she looked gorgeous.

We shot around 100 photos of Angela in and out of some white dresses, corsets, seamed stockings and sandals. I did so well to last for so ong before making love to Angela again. She then showed me her new bikini which she wore with some diamanté sandals, posing for photos on the balcony. The looks we were getting from some of the cars at the junction below our balcony!

A fantastic thunderstorm then foiled our plans to go and get a meal somewhere, but it was fabulous watching it and standing on the balcony on the rain.

We did go out, though, to the restaurant we had visited on our first night together and we had a wonderful meal with lots of laughter and conversation.

Then we walked hand in hand back to our room. Angela got changed into a basque, black seams and mules and a leather mini skirt and posed for some photos and video before we made love. I spent ages kissing and licking her pussy before I covered her entire body with kisses and small bites with gentle caresses. Pleasure and pain and all that. Angela says her partner is more of a grope and a poke sort of bloke. He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Carolyn is another one who prefers a quick hump. Foreplay is anathema to her.

We then went to sleep together. Angela doesn’t sleep too well so I was aware on a couple of occasions that she went out to sit on the balcony to think. We were like an old couple!

We had breakfast in our room the following morning: I served us both from the breakfast tray - a small courtesy she doesn’t have extended to her very often - and we just chatted and watched daytime TV until we checked out and went our separate ways. I made her laugh when I was presented with the bill: I exclaimed “how much?!” in a loud voice before giving the receptionist a huge grin to show her I was kidding.

One of the benefits of booking into a cottage rather than a hotel - from a ‘professional’ point of view - is that you have more potential ’sets’ to work with.

Angela couldn’t wait to see me again - a view I shared - so we took the piss a bit and decided to meet up just four weeks after our idyllic cottage break.

This time, we’d booked a cottage in the centre of a cathedral city, the only drawback being we had to leave our cars in a near-ish multi-storey car park and walk back and forth.

The cottage in question was another recent refurb but was very reasonably priced and was light and airy, excellent for well-lit photographs.

We started with a secretary theme with some upskirt shots before I had to take Angela over the kitchen table! There’s only so much visual stimulation I can take; that’s my excuse anyway…

We then did some bare-legged photos and videos, some sex, some white stockinged themes - with lace topped stockings as Angela has laddered the white nylons, much to my chagrin - and some more black nyloned shots. We were then making love (taking a few photos too!) when at this point, I decided to hook up the video and filmed me whipping Angela with a silky whip she’d brought with her before having sex with her standing up and entering her from behind, pulling out at the last moment to spray cum all over her bum and back. I’ve since replayed that video a number of times…

We dressed and then went out for a meal, choosing to go for a pizza and some wine. I loved the conversation: we laughed and joked and Angela talked about her life, her family and friends and we must have looked to the world like a couple very much in love. Which we were.

Then we walked hand in hand back to the cottage where we took photos and made love into the small hours again. You see, we find that my taking photos is very much part of our foreplay. It makes Angela feel sexy and it makes me hard as a rock!

Parting the next morning was hard as usual…

Rather than arranging another liaison at a hotel, Angela and I discussed my booking a cottage in the countryside near her home for a few days. We found a lovely looking cottage that was available by the week but we managed to get them to let us have it for two nights.

I made an excuse about working and headed off to the cottage. When I arrived, I found a very recently renovated cottage on the edge of a working farmyard. To be honest, it looked like something out of an upmarket home decoration magazine. When Angela arrived, she was very taken with the place as she’s very interested in interior design having done up her last two houses herself.

She did, however, have some bad news: she’d not be able to stay late that evening with me and she’d have to be away during the afternoon too. I went food shopping as I had decided to cook on both evenings after which I went back and cooked myself something and waited for Angela to come back.

When she did, we spent the evening taking photos and making love until she had to go.

I woke to a glorious morning in peace and tranquility … shattered by the oil tanker coming to top up the heating tank! But after a nice breakfast and lots of coffee, I did some work and waited for Angela to arrive.

We then spent the day taking photographs and maing love with plenty of changes of outfit for Angela. At one point, she was wearing a black corset dress, stockings and mules and was posing for me with a little light bondage thrown in. And then she gave me a blowjob I would never forget: now, until I met Angela, I could frankly take them or leave them, but Angela… The difference this time was that rather than stopping, she made me cum in her mouth - something I have never done with anyone else.

In the afternoon, I was due to meet her best friend and her partner about some work as well, so we headed off to see them. So after getting on with her friends like a house on fire - the guy was into motorbikes in a big way too - Angela went off to do more family stuff before returning for a meal with me. This was unusual for her: her partner doesn’t cook and isn’t very adventurous with his food either. I wasn’t at home with all my ingredients and gadgets, so I had decided to play safe with my beef risotto.

Whilst I was cooking, Angela went off and had a long soak in the bath, coming back dressed for dinner: she said I’d made the effort to cook for her so she’d made an effort to dress for me. It was much appreciated.

We spent the rest of the evening sitting and stroking each other, taking a few more shots and just chatting, kissing and making out generally. Lots more lovemaking into the wee small hours before we feel asleep together in that lovely pitch blackness you only get in the countryside.

I woke early to find that Angela was already up and had been sitting in the conservatory thinking for a while. We both wished we could simply move in to the place and live there together and Angela had been working out what had happened to us both. She also had to make some phone calls to her partner.

We then spent the morning just sitting together and chatting over coffees before we headed off in separate directions.

It was one of the magic times when time had just stood still and we were together to the exclusion of everyone else. Nothing else mattered. We vowed to go back there again some day.

Well after our first night together at the end of November, the texts and e-mails flowed back and forth between Angela and I.

Indeed, it had got to the point where my ’secret’ pay as you talk mobile account was starting to be expensive after having only the occasional top-up, so I signed up for a contract with another provider offering a new phone - my old one died under the demands! - and a large text package.

In the meantime, Angela and I endured a Christmas break unable to really communicate as we were messaging each other from work regularly. We had made arrangements for another night together in another part of the country, at a hotel I use two or three times a year for bike-related stuff. Having booked three rooms in advance, there was a degree of irony in that I would very likely be staying there later in the year with Carolyn and the room I had booked for Angela and I was much nicer - the bridal suite, to be precise!

I had been busy buying yet more lingerie and sexy shoes for Angela too.

So on a cold but bright January day, I arrived and booked in and unpacked in the suite. Angela rang to say she’d be a little late, but no bother. When she arrived, I carried her bags into the room and we got down to ‘business’; by that I mean Angela changing into various pieces of lingerie and heels for me to photograph. This carried on for most of the afternoon and early evening.

She was so sexy and it wasn’t long before we were making love and indluging ourselves - OK, mainly me - with a stocking-clad footjob before we moved to the bed ending up with me cumming all over Angela’s back and superb bum.

We decided to take a break and head off for dinner to the restaurant. Angela dressed up for me in a wonderful silky evening dress she was wearing for the first time paired with some killer mules. She looked gorgeous and despite a wonderful meal and sparkling conversation, my mind couldn’t help but wander on to just how sexy she looked.

Anyway, after a lovely meal and a few drinks, we headed back to our room, stopping on the way for Angela to ring her partner to avert suspicion. Once in our room, I poured some more wine whilst Angela rang her best friend who had been texting her.

We then did a whole load more photos and video into the wee small hours featuring Angela in various combinations of lingerie, shoes and stockings before consigning the camera to the corner and concentrating on ourselves before falling asleep in each others’ arms.

A late lay-in and then we went our ways until the next time…

A friend of ours has separated from her husband - he left her for a former secretary - and was worried she wouldn’t meet anyone new. I had told her if she wasn’t looking she’d find someone new … and she has.

So a group of us went out for dinner recently. Everyone noticed that our friend and her new guy were holding hands as we walked into the restaurant and that continued with them holding hands over the table too between courses.

One of our other friends commented that you could tell the married couples from the new relationship. That of course reminded me that when Angela and I are out and about we do exactly the same; funny how I don’t feel the same inclination with Carolyn.

Another of our friends is six months pregnant and she commented that she and her husband had made love that morning, although not a usual thing. Another friend commented that that was out of order for a married couple and Carolyn mentioned a colleague of hers who has to have sex twice a  day or she is irritable: “every man’s dream”, she said.

I just sat there silently thinking of how Angela and I have sex four of five times a day for hours on end when we’re together.

The evening ended with everyone heading home. Carolyn was drunk and spent the night being sick whilst I slept and wished Angela was with me instead.

One day…