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.