I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I don't know
if I'll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible changes in my life
between then and now. Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a
secretary at a medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (brunette, gray
eyes, great complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin -- the
perfect product of 12 years in Catholic schools! Guys in the plant, salesmen,
and even some of the clients flirted with me, and a few asked me out. I went out
with some of them, but I guess the fact that I didn't put-out got around pretty
quickly and the dates became fewer and fewer. ..... The company had a nice
tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on their birthday. On my
eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were accompanied with an invitation
from Robert Turner, a vice-president, to lunch at one of the nicest restaurants
in town. Nervous but so easily impressed, of course, I accepted. The restaurant
was on the top floor of a downtown hotel. As we were walking to the elevators,
Robert led me aside to a seating alcove in the lobby. We sat down and he gently
held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. "Theresa, from seeing me at the
office, you already know my style is very direct, but I don't want that to
overshadow what I'm about to say." He paused and smiled at me, "I really care
for you." I started to ask him what he was talking about, and he shushed me with
his finger, "My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a business
proposition to you. This proposition results from the fact that I haven't been
able to get you out of my mind since the day you were hired, and I've never had
to deal with such an obsession before. I have reserved a room upstairs, and if
you permit me to make love to you today, and on a regular basis, you will begin
our sales training program next Monday. You know what that could mean to your
lifestyle." Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant. I was
making $9800 a year, living at home, brown bagging my lunch and taking the bus
to work. In sales, within a year, I could be making maybe three times my present
salary. "Mr. Turner, I... I'm very flattered, and very tempted, but I don't have
affairs with married men." I could feel myself blushing, but continued, "In
fact, I'm still a virgin and I'd like to stay that way until my wedding night."
I knew I sounded corny and lame and less than convincing. Robert smiled,
"Theresa, your sweet admission of virginity has only heightened my desire for
you. I can be very gentle. "Let's have lunch. Think about what I said and you
can either accept my proposal or forget we ever had this conversation. Your
refusal would not affect your present position or promotion potential. You have
my word on that." At the most expensive lunch I had ever had, my mind was too
busy to let me taste any of it. On the practical side, I thought about making a
real living in sales. On an emotional level, I admitted to myself that Robert
was very attractive -- 45-ish, trim, salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and,
in my experience, always the total gentleman. He was certainly a more attractive
person (looks, personality, and class) than any other boy or man I had ever
dated. Lastly, I wondered why I was making such a big deal about being the last
virgin in America on her wedding night. After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny
nod from me in answer to Robert's question, we went to the hotel room and I have
never regretted my decision. ..... That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I
was shy and embarrassed. He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching me as he
went. When I was naked, Robert devoured me with his eyes and hands and tongue. I
couldn't believe that it was happening to me. Prior to that afternoon, the
farthest I had ever gone sexually was a few short wrestling matches with teenage
boys in the back of cars. In a few minutes, Robert had my body glowing like
never before and tingling to his every touch. After almost an hour of his
attentions, he moved his head down between my legs. I almost pushed him away,
but I had enjoyed everything he had done to me up to that point, that I tried to
relax as he spread my thighs open wide. I could feel his nose in my pubic hair
and then his tongue pushing between my wet pussy lips. I surrendered to him
completely when he sucked my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm
in my life. It swept through me and I'm sure I nearly passed out from its
intensity. I was just coming down from its height when Robert reached a hand up
to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers as he ate
me. I began to climax all over again. When I finally finished coming, Robert
wrapped the blanket around me and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep. .....
Robert was smiling at me when I awoke. "My Dear Theresa, now I'd like to make
love to you." He had finished undressing while I slept and he placed my hand on
his penis. I was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it, and for
the next half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it and then lick it,
and finally, how to suck it. I soon became very adept in the art of cocksucking,
but that first afternoon I was tentative and unsure. He was patient and
passionate. Robert eventually rolled me over on to my back and knelt between my
thighs, "Relax, Dear. I want you to enjoy this, too." And I did. I felt my pussy
lips spread around his penis as he slowly and gently inserted it. He felt huge
and hot and powerful. Then, I felt the resistance and he pushed ever so slowly
until, with a sharp, quick pain, my virginity was gone forever and I was being
fucked. The pain faded to a slight, dull ache and I soon began to enjoy the
feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of me. He dropped his face to my
breasts, sucking first one, and then the other, of my nipples into his hot
mouth. I began to move; lifting my hips to meet his downward thrusts. I was
fucking him back! Quickly, I was nearing orgasm again, and Robert smiled down on
me, "I am going to come with you, this time, Dear." And he did. ..... Robert
drove me home after 10:00pm that first night, and from that night on, became a
regular but very private part of my life. True to his word as always, I began
intensive sales training the following Monday morning, the youngest prospect in
the corporation's history. As fate would have it, I'm very good at sales and I
love it. I've been very successful for the company and for me (last year I made
more than a few dollars over six figures). Robert and I continued our affair,
meeting three or four times a week in the afternoons and eventually, he rented a
tiny efficiency apartment that's full of satin sheets, sex toys, costumes, and
little silky things. Robert also personally arranges the business trips and
convention excursions, and we share a room whenever possible. I've never told
another person about Robert and he says I'm his little secret, too. We accept it
for what it is and don't look for it to be more than what it can be. We feel
quite affectionate for one another; it's much more than just sex, and there's no
need for a commitment. He's married, a wonderful lover, and safe, having had a
vasectomy years ago. And what a teacher he's been! Robert and I have tried
almost everything we have seen or heard about -- bondage (I enjoy being tied
up), spanking (I don't care for it, but Robert really gets into it, sometimes),
costumes, vibrators, sex creams, videos and sometimes, just plain sex. I have
always done whatever he has asked of me in bed, and almost always enjoyed it.
Robert will soon be 56 years old and I marvel at his stamina. Still one of his
favorite positions is to straddle my chest, slop a jelly or oil between my large
tits and fuck them. He says his orgasm is always intense as he watches his cum
spurt out of him and into my open mouth and onto my pretty face. ..... Probably
the hardest thing for me to deal with is my relationship with Robert and the
fact that I've been happily married for the last four years. I met my husband,
Chip, five years ago and almost ended my affair with Robert. But I couldn't. I
didn't want to. It meant too much to me and didn't interfere with any other part
of my life. It was for me and for Robert, and I couldn't give him up. After
worrying about it for weeks, I adopted the same position with Chip as with
everyone else -- my time with Robert just didn't exist outside of our
sex-apartment. Probably the most perverse thing I've ever done is share my
wedding day with Robert because I wanted it to be special for him, too. The
ceremony was scheduled for 6:00pm, so the first thing I did on the morning of my
wedding day was take my gown to our little apartment. I called Robert to tell
him to meet me there, and before he arrived, I dressed in only my veil, gown and
high heels. When Robert opened the door, I slowly raised my dress until my naked
cunt was exposed. With a growl, he pushed me back on to the bed, ripped his
zipper down and shoved his already-hard cock into my cunt in one hard push. He
came in seconds. As Robert caught his breath, I began to lick his warm, wet cock
clean. He was soon hard again and positioned me on my hands and knees. Still in
my veil, gown and heels, Robert threw my dress up over my back and knelt behind
me, slowing pushing himself into my almost-sloppy wet pussy. "Theresa, I love
you all the more for this wedding treat you've given me. I've thought about what
I want to do and decided that I don't want you to be a virgin anywhere in your
body tonight." With that, he removed his wet prick from my pussy and pressed its
head between my ass cheeks. We had never had anal sex before, but I knew that
that was what Robert wanted, now. I did what I could to ease his entry, but it
was still a tremendous pressure until he was completely inside of me. We soon
found our rhythm and I eventually enjoyed my first ass-fuck. When he finished, I
dressed in my street clothes and returned home. I never told anyone where I went
that morning, but I laugh because one of my maiden aunts convinced the rest of
the family that I must have taken my gown to the rectory to have it blessed by a
priest! That night, Robert had a surprise of his own in store for me. As I was
changing to leave the reception that night, Robert slipped into the room and
into me for a quickie. I licked him clean and we both hurried back outside -- it
only took a few quick minutes. About a half-hour later, at the hotel, as Chip
was entering me for his very first time, I thought it appropriate that my cunt
was already full of Robert's sticky cum and my mouth still tasted of him. Except
for the wedding reception and one recent incident, Robert and I never do
anything to jeopardize our marriages or our professional standing. We limit our
contact to the office, trips, our apartment and rare social events. It was at
one of these social events that I misbehaved to the total satisfaction of both
of us. ..... Chip and I were hosting a large Memorial Day Bar-B-Q and Robert and
his wife were there. Mid-afternoon, I told Chip I just had to show Robert a
problem I wanted him to work on. I led Robert into the den and closed the door
behind us. "So, what's this big problem, Theresa?" Robert asked as he reached
for my tits. I laughed and fell to my knees, opening his shorts and sucking his
hardening cock into my mouth. In seconds he was hard and I dropped my shorts and
panties and bent over Chip's desk. Robert rammed his cock up my cunt and
proceeded to give it a vigorous pounding. I was grunting with every hard shove
and soon began a wonderful orgasm. Robert soon followed and we quickly
rearranged ourselves and rejoined the party. Chip kissed my cheek and asked if
Robert solved my problem so quickly. I giggled, feeling Robert's cum squishing
in my cunt, "Darling, you should know I'd only give him something he could
handle in a few minutes! This is a party!" ..... Don't ask me what's going to
happen. Chip is talking about us having children. Robert is talking about
retiring. And I've had a very attractive offer to join a very large company. But
I just can't think about my afternoons without Robert.
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