Well, as you'll see from her comments on the previous entry, MrsDoItToMeHard was somewhat less comfortable about having Curvee back in our lives than I thought she was. More of that in a minute.

Curvee and I checked into our room and immediately fell upon each other; passionate kisses everywhere. Within moments we were naked - being a hot day she was just wearing a dress and sandals (nothing else) and I was wearing shorts shirt and sandals (nothing else). I knelt in front of her and continued with my tongue where my fingers had left off in the car, with her backed against the desk that was in the room. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of her prominent clitoral sheath, flicking over the tip of the clit itself from time to time; sometimes burying my tongue deep in her cunt, sometimes inserting my fingers to rub against her g-spot as I flicker her clit with my tongue or thumb.

We found that when she was perched upon the desk, her dripping pussy was at just the right height for the entry of my solidly engorged tool. After a short while of oohing and aaahing in this position she slipped off the desk and turned to present her rear. I teased her with the tip of my cock for a few moments before letting her have the full length, hands grasping her hips, pulling her back against me as I thrust forward. I gradually built up to a stronger, deeper rhythm. She noticed that there was a full length mirror in the wardrobe alcove, and turned her head to watch the action, to watch herself being throughly shagged in the position she'd wanted to enjoy since the last time we'd been together and she had tasted a very brief flavour.

We then collapsed on the bed, but paused only for a moment before she started to give be a blow job. But no, to call it a blow job is to minimise it. She gave me wonderfully delicious oral sex. Her tongue and lips explored everywhere, and she especially loves sucking my shaved-smooth balls, and exploring further down as I writhed to her moist attentions.

What should I tell you next? Well, we fucked. It was good. Then we had something to eat that wasn't a sexual organ. Then we got dressed and went to look round. The sauna and steam room were deserted and promised potential fun (but we didn't go back, too many other things to do). We went for a walk in the gardens and that was very relaxing, then we sat in the library (yes, the place was that posh) and had a drink. There was a group of women having a chat nearby and Curvee (wearing an even shorter skirt now, and still no knickers) flashed one of them - to the considerable surprise of the lady concerned.

The we went up to our room and fucked again. Then we rested a bit and did it again. Then, by this time it was after eleven o'clock at night, I chanced to look at my phone and saw that I had received a text from MrsDoItToMeHard "call me". Not noticing that it had been sent a couple of hours previously I immediately returned the call - waking her where she slept in an hotel room with her children. Our conversation was therefore rather cryptic. She asked where I was and I told her and she asked if I was alone and I told her no, (by this time I had established that her husband wasn't in the vicinity) and she asked if I was with Curvee and I said yes. Then the shit hit the fan.

MrsDoItToMeHard was absolutely horrified, disgusted and felt betrayed that no sooner was her back turned that I'd taken up with Curvee again - as in individual. We couldn't have a discussion over the phone because her children were there, but started a series of text exchanges of an escalating degree of acrimony. She told me I could look for another PA and another lover.

She couldn't believe (bearing in mind the big rows from last time) that neither Curvee nor I had checked with her to find out whether she felt happy for us to get together; she wouldn't accept that it had been effectively impossible for us to do so, considering the last minute circumstances of the arrangement. Perhaps the most poignant, painful and telling things she said was that "Rob was for US", and she was right, by me going off with Curvee in this way, this adventure wasn't for us, it was for me (notwithstanding that I'd wanted to share with her in advance and that circumstances had made it well nigh impossible)

Although not party to the details of the text messages, Curvee knew what was happening and was deeply upset as well; neither of us slept much. We roused at about six o'clock and consoled each other, eventually finding that we weren't completely sexed-out, and we explored Curvee's penchant for being spanked. (and bound and blindfolded) She loved the spanking, but wasn't particularly taken with the restraint and blindfold. I was worried that the slapping noises and her cries of pleasure would disturb other people - but what the hell, our corridor of the hotel didn't have any other occupants. We also found that she enjoyed being flogged across her shapely bum with a soft rope. As i was doing it I couldn't help but wonder whether this might be a way forward with Ysabel - whether somehow she would be able to be part of this if she took the role of the punisher of Curvee - the thought of Curvee fucking me while Ysabel flogged her was a real turn on.

Let my hurry towards a conclusion now: I dropped Curvee off and hurried back to work (it was Monday morning). MrsDoItToMeHard didn't appear - I wasn't surprised. Finally she called and said she wouldn't be in to work, becasue she was looking for another job. She appeared on Tuesday and confirmed that it was all over, work and personal. Apart from me letting her down personally, she also felt that I hadn't supported her at work when others had been critical of her, this had been something we'd discussed the previous week.

I am numb and shut down. I have to concentrate on protecting my business by finding her replacement as soon as possible; I don't wish for a replacement lover, and it isn't appropriate for Curvee to take up that role - not that she would wish to.

Yes, like us all, I am the architect of my own downfall. I thought I could have it all, and for a period of my life I did. But nothing is forever. Only a week or so previously Ysabel and I had reiterated the everlasintg nature of our love: lovers' promises are emptier than the promises that nations make to nations.

Over the last couple of days MrsDoItToMeHard and I have talked a bit. Strangely a really painful thing for me was when she told me how she'd explained her resignation to other people, she said that I'd refused to let her have time off to attand to a child/education matter; in reality I'd been a most accommodating employer, letting her have time off when needed, giving maximum flexibility regarding hours, and even allowing her to bring sick children to work.

When I've pointed out that it is highly unlikely that I'll have another lover because it was she who'd revived my libido and our regular sex and adventures had kept it alive, and that any deepening of my relationship with Curvee - because of distance physically and in years - would be nonsensical, she hasn'r denied it. And neither has she denied it when I've said that if Rob contacted her she'd have no problem in taking him as a lover.

But that is not really the point. She's been indicating for quite a while now, both verbally and through her actions, that for her the spark has been dwindling. It seems that it has finally been extinguished.

I wondered where things had gone wrong. She said that it was when I'd first started seeing Curvee and she had felt left out. I suggested that it was when we'd involved other people, had first started to "swing". She didn't think so. Interestingly, we'd agreed some months ago that we shouldn't involve anyone else any more - we've done that, been there (and there, and there!). But it was me who'd encourage her to flirt at the ball, which had then opened up the whole wormcan again (and given me the "excuse" - if she wants to see it that way) to contact Curvee.

I think MrsDoItToMeHard's replacement in the office had better be a bloke. A really ugly one.

So for now I'll just refer you to my orginal and prophetic profile, penned when I first arrived in blogland

Who would believe that such an intelligent, humorous, good looking and successful and above all MODEST bloke would spend so much time thinking with his dick? But there again, I'm a bloke. Says it all, I suppose.