A Vulnerable Housewife - Chapter Two - I Invite My Boss To Share My Bed free porn video

Previously:

As you recall from Chapter One, my husband was laid off and I was forced into the work place.

I was fortunate to land a job working as Tom's executive secretary. Tom was the President and the primary owner of a company that manufactured specialty chemicals for oil companies throughout south Louisiana and offshore Gulf of Mexico.

Tom started the company nearly thirty years ago, and had a small, but loyal client base.

Tom was more than just the President and principal owner of his company. Tom was a dear family friend. I had known Tom since I was a little girl. I remember my family attending Tom’s wife’s funeral when she succumbed to ovarian cancer six or seven years ago.

If I am really honest, I must admit that my getting this job had more to do with my father's friendship with Tom than it did with my somewhat limited secretarial skills.

In the months following getting laid off, I watched helplessly as my husband started to fall into the bottle. He fell into a pattern of starting to drink in the afternoon, and was often 'tipsy' by the time I got home at six o'clock.

I tried to talk with him about his drinking, but he'd become defensive and belligerent claiming he was only drinking beer and that I should ‘cut him some slack’.

I understood the reasons for David’s despair. I even empathized with what he was dealing with. However, it was difficult to feel close to him during this period. Our sex life had become non-existent.

Although I was distressed as I witnessed my husband wallow in self-pity and depression, I was genuinely enjoying working for Tom. Tom was kind, witty, intelligent and charming.

Truthfully, my job, and my interactions with Tom, were the high point of my life. So I was taken aback when Tom confided in me that his business was at-risk. That his largest customer was threatening to change suppliers, a move that would severely threaten our company’s existence.

Tom and I made a quick trip to New Orleans where we met with the Supply Chain Manager, Don, and convinced him to stay with our firm. It was a combination of Tom’s knowledge and salesmanship and my shameless flirtation and grinding on the dance floor with Don, that salvaged the business, and in all likelihood, Tom’s entire company.

We said our goodbyes to Don before Tom escorted me to my room, which happened to connect to his.

I don’t want this night to end: 

I held Tom’s arm as he escorted me through the hotel lobby. He waited until we were on the elevator before thanking me.

“Connie, I do not know how to thank you enough. You saved the company tonight.”

“I was glad to do it. And I really didn’t do anything. I just flirted with him, made him feel like a Don Juan, and rubbed myself against him on the dance floor.”

“No it was much more. I was really worried about losing this account. But when I saw you on the dance floor with him, I was worried that you were going to get pressured to do something more, something I would not want you to do.”

“Tom, I told you, I can be persuasive. I knew just how far to push him where I could still extricate myself. I wasn’t going to let this get out of hand.”

Tom nodded and smiled.

He walked me to my door, and watched me enter my room.

Upon entering my room, I saw that we had left the doors connecting the adjoining rooms open. I stood there staring at the open door leading to Tom’s room.

I heard him enter his room, and approach the open door. “I guess I should close this, huh?”

I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest as I heard myself utter the words, “You can leave it open if you want.”

I felt myself blush at my boldness. Tom was my boss, and my father’s friend. I was a married woman. What was I thinking?

“You want me to leave it open?” Tom asked nervously. He was making sure he understood what I was saying.

Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at this moment. I did not want this evening to end. I did not want to be alone.

“I think you still owe me a dance, remember?”

He smiled and replied, “I do remember something about that.”

I walked over to the TV and found a music channel. Tom cleared a small area of the room to make a small dance floor for us.

He took off his suit coat, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top shirt button.

Tom was a tall, powerfully built man. Even with my high heels, he was a couple of inches taller than me. The gray highlights around his temples made him look distinguished. I found comfort in his maturity. His success today, his judgment and knowledge all served to make me want to open up and accept him.

I cannot deny it, he reminded me of my own father, but at this particular moment, that association only served to endear him to me; it made me trust him more. I felt that I could give myself to him without fear, without regret. He would never betray me, never hurt me. And most importantly, at that moment, I knew he would not disappoint me.

I took Tom’s hand and led him to the area that he cleared and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I really enjoyed watching you work today. I loved the way you handed those engineers this afternoon. And the way you closed the deal with Don tonight, well let’s just say, I thought it was very sexy,” I said honestly.

“Connie, you deserve all the credit. You had Don eating out of the palm of your hand. I just sealed the deal.”

“We made a pretty good team today, huh?”

“We sure did,” Tom agreed as he hugged me warmly.

I liked the fact that rather than grabbing me, or grinding into me, Tom was actually looking into my eyes and holding me as we danced. I felt loved and safe in his arms.

I’m not sure exactly how I knew it, but I knew that Tom would never pressure me or push me sexually. I sensed he would allow me to take this as far as I wanted, but he would be comfortable with me stopping at any point.

How far did I want to take this? I wasn’t sure. After all, I was a married woman. And while my marriage was not in great shape, I had never cheated on David before. Did I really want to change that?

I was not prepared to make any decision right now. I knew I wanted to stay with Tom tonight, to hold him and to have him hold me. But beyond that, I was going to play it by ear.

It was naïve to think I could spend the night in his arms and we’d behave ourselves. It certainly was unrealistic to think that I could allow Tom in my bed and still keep my marriage vows. However, as I danced with him, I thought that we might just hold each other through the night. Silly huh?

But his touch was intoxicating. It had been so long since I had been held, and touched, I needed more.

I placed my right hand on his chest and massaged his left pec.

“You have a nice chest. Do you work out?”

“I am in the gym most mornings before work. I meet a couple of buddies at Red’s health club.”

“My dad works out there too,” I said without thinking. I knew that it was a stupid thing to say the moment I said it.

“I know. I see him there in the mornings. This feels really weird,” Tom said acknowledging that being here with the daughter of his good friend presented an awkward situation.

“Well, we’ll just have to keep this our little secret, huh?”

“Good plan,” Tom agreed. “I won’t tell your dad about this if you don’t.”

I found his nipple and teased it gently.

I suddenly wanted to be kissed. I needed to be kissed.

I leaned in and brought my lips up towards his. Tom hesitated momentarily before he kissed me. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth. It was a beautifully sensuous kiss.

Without breaking our kiss, I reached down and took Tom’s left hand and brought it to my left breast.

“You can touch me,” I whispered before resuming our kiss.

Tom broke our kiss. While his hand remained on my breast, gently tweaking my erect nipple, he asked, “Connie, are you sure about this? You’re a married woman. I don’t want to come between your husband and you.”

I noticed that Tom was reluctant to say David’s name. He continually referred to him as ‘my husband’. I guess it made David seem less real if Tom did not call him by name.

“Tom, whatever you and I do, or don’t do, will not impact David’s and my relationship. David hasn’t touched me in months, not once.”

“I just want to make certain you are sure about this. I don’t want you to do anything you might regret.”

I felt an outpouring of love for this man as he expressed his concern for me. It dawned on me that while I have had many men attempt to pressure me to have sex, I had never had any man care for me enough to make me question whether I wanted to be intimate.

I knew at that moment that I wanted to make love to this man tonight. I wanted to hold him, take him inside me, and fall asleep in his arms.

“Tom, I want you to share my bed tonight. I do not know what I will want tomorrow when we return to Lafayette, but tonight I want us to stay together, all night long. Please stay with me.”

I reached behind me and lowered the zipper on my dress. Stepping back from Tom, I allowed it to fall to the floor. I stood there wearing a matching black bra and panty set, my stockings which were held up by leg garters, and my high heel pumps.

“Oh god, you are so beautiful. Connie, I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Connie, I have not been with a woman since my wife died.”

“Oh my. Tom, that was six years ago!”

“Almost seven. I know.”

“Why not?”

“It took me a long time to work through the grieving process after Barbara died. Even after I got past the grief, I didn’t really pursue anyone. Honestly, I never met a woman I wanted to be with, until now.”

I felt myself choke up a bit and my eyes got moist as I listened to this strong and successful man reveal his sensitive side. I have never wanted to give myself to anyone as much as I wanted to give myself to Tom at that moment.

“Thank you. That is so sweet. Tonight I am yours, all yours.”

While Tom watched, I reached between my breasts and unhooked my bra. I allowed it to open and fall from my shoulders, leaving my breasts exposed.

I now was wearing only my black panties, stockings and pumps.

I brought both his hands to my breasts.

“Please, touch me.”

Tom gently tugged at the firm nipples as I moaned appreciatively.

“Tom, I am very wet right now,” I confessed. “I really am yours tonight.”

Tom lowered his head and took my right breast into his mouth, sucking on my sensitive nipple as I massaged his head.

“Oh, that feels nice,” I cooed.

After several moments of allowing him to suck my breasts, I stepped back. Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly lowered my black panties, leaving me naked except for my stockings and high heel shoes.

“I see that you shave. I like that. I’ve never been with a woman who shaves herself,” Tom said with genuine admiration.

“I did that this afternoon. I’m not really sure why I did it. I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me down there. I guess it just made me feel sexy,” I answered.

“Well regardless of the reason, thank you for doing it.”

I wondered why I chose to shave my parts unless I thought there was a chance I would spend the night with Tom.

Had I anticipated this evening turning out this way on a subconscious level? The thought that I had set this in motion long before dinner was troubling to me. I did not like believing that I set out to seduce my boss hours ago. I preferred to believe that I simply got caught up in the moment this evening.

I needed to put those thoughts aside for now. I needed to concentrate on Tom. If I was going to be his first lover since his wife died, I was determined to be a good one.

I moved closer to Tom and began unbuttoning his shirt. Tom kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He stepped out of his pants and sat on the bed to quickly remove his socks, leaving him wearing only a pair of plaid boxers.

As he stood back up, I saw the glans of his penis sticking above the waist band of his boxers by at least an inch and a half.

I knelt in front of him and lowered his boxers, freeing a marvelous erection. Unlike the young men I had experienced in college, whose youthful erections stood straight up, Tom’s erection stood out horizontally, parallel with the floor. It was long, thick and hard, nonetheless.

Seeing his erection poking out like this was actually a bit of a relief to me. I knew that Tom was over fifty years old, and some men his age had difficulty getting hard. I now had irrefutable proof that Tom’s ‘parts still worked’. I took pride in the fact that I could give him such an impressive erection.

Tom had a marvelous body; tight muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic legs; tight, flat stomach, and a long, thick, very rigid erection. I could already see that Tom was much longer and much thicker than my husband.

The glans of his erect penis seemed huge. It was much thicker than the veined shaft it sat upon. The glans was pinkish-purple color, slightly darker than the shaft. It was plum shaped. The huge ridge was distinct.

I found the thick plum shaped head of Tom's penis irresistible at that moment. I kissed the glans several times before taking it into my mouth. Tom moaned appreciatively. I sucked on the head of his large cock for several minutes as I slowly pumped the shaft with my fist.

“Do you need to cum in my mouth before we make love? Sort of take the edge off, so to speak?”

I was the first woman Tom had been with in almost seven years. I would understand if he needed to cum once before he could fuck me.

“Connie, I appreciate the offer, but I really want my first orgasm to be while we are making love.”

I nodded that I understood. I stood and led him to an armless chair that was in front of the vanity and guided him to sit down. I then climbed on his lap straddling his legs, placing one of my legs on either side of him.

While sitting astride him, I unbuckled my high heel shoes and removed them. I was now only wearing my stockings and leg garters.

I wanted to savor this moment, not rush it. I wanted to prolong the foreplay. This was already a night neither of us would ever forget. I wanted to continue to flirt, pet and slowly seduce this man before taking him inside me.

I took his face in my hands, lifting it up, and resumed kissing him with all the passion I had. I sucked his tongue into my mouth.

Tom cupped both of my breasts in his hands as our tongues danced together once again, chasing each other from his mouth to my mouth, and then back again.

I humped forward, pressing my naked, newly-shaved vulva into his erection, grinding my erect clit directly into his rigid cock. I could feel my wetness leaking from me making the shaft of his marvelous erection slippery.

As I pressed myself into him, he humped back into me and gently teased my nipples. Tom had a naturally sensuous touch about him; he simply knew how to touch and please me.

He broke off the kiss, and then, leaning forward, took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently and causing me to moan out loud as I held his head to my breast. I was in absolute ecstasy. I did not want him to stop sucking my breasts, ever.

I continued to grind our crotches together, humping both of us into a frenzy of arousal. I felt very, very sexy sitting astride the man whom I had known since childhood. We petted for several minutes, panting into each other's mouth, exploring each other's bodies.

“Tom, let’s move to the bed.”

I was ready to give myself to him.

I returned for one last tongue probing kiss. Tom surprised me. Without breaking our kiss he rose, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his torso. I was amazed at the ease with which he lifted me up.

Tom may have been twenty some years older than my husband, but he was in far better shape.

As we approached the bed, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized, ‘This is it, the moment of truth. I'm going to give myself to him totally now. I will no longer be a faithful wife. I’m going to let him fuck me, and cum inside me.’

Tom placed me on the bed, laying me on my back. Climbing between my thighs, he kissed me deeply as he explored and stimulated my wet vagina with his fingers. I could feel myself opening up as he separated the lips of my labia. He inserted one, and then two fingers inside of me.

I could even sense the faint aroma of my arousal. The scent of my sexual response was clearly present, informing Tom how aroused I was. I simply could not believe how profoundly I was responding to his stimulation.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues continued to tease and explore each other's mouth with a passion that I had not felt since I was a teenager. I moaned into his open mouth as his tongue penetrated my lips. I arched my hips up in time to the probing fingers that were penetrating my vulva. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I was consumed by lust.

Tom kissed his way down my neck towards my breasts and began to suck on my erect nipples. I caressed his head as he suckled on my breasts while he continued to finger me.

He started kissing down my exposed belly, stopping to kiss my navel. Tom climbed between my legs and began kissing lower and lower.

He kissed my vulva gently for several seconds, stopping to look at me ‘down there’. He was studying my most private parts. I wondered if he was deciding whether to continue.

I blushed deeply. I felt my neck and chest flush with embarrassment as my boss examined my pussy while continuing to finger me. I was glad that I had decided to shave myself earlier in the evening. Shamelessly, I spread my legs open to allow him to penetrate me more deeply with his fingers.

I cannot explain it, but despite the embarrassment, I enjoyed exposing myself like this. I liked Tom examining my most intimate parts. He gently kissed my vulva as he studied it. I reached down and shamelessly held my vagina open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Tom kissed me right on my little nubbin, my erect clitoris, and I moaned approval.

He took my moans as approval to proceed, and touched my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me. “Oh god, Tom… do that again…”

I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access.

Tom repeated touching my clit with his tongue, only this time he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping.

“Oh, Tom, that’s the spot… god, that feels good,” I panted with excitement, encouraging him.

Tom began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He flicked his tongue over my erect clit repeatedly, causing me to moan each time.

Then, without warning, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it!

“Oh shit, that's too intense!” I shuddered.

I grabbed his head and tried to push him away because of the intensity of his sucking on my clit. But he was too strong, I could not break his suction on my vulva.

“Oh Tom… oh god… damn… too intense,” I hissed.

Despite my incoherent protests, he did not release my swollen clit from his lips. He sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation. I could feel my orgasm starting to build!

Suddenly, as my orgasm neared, I stopped trying to push him away and caressed his head as he sucked my clit.

I was spreading my legs as wide as I could to open myself up for him. I was shameless. I knew I was going to cum if he continued stimulating me this way.

I was arching my hips up and grinding my pussy into his mouth and jaw. In the throes of my pending orgasm, I had completely forgotten about my husband waiting at home for me.

I felt like a puppet and Tom was pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible.

Tom continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under me with his hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers, first one then two. I was so wet and so open that he was able to easily slide two fingers deep inside me as he stretched my pussy open.

Once his fingers were fully inside me, Tom found a spot on the front wall of my vagina. He'd found my ‘g-spot’.

I almost screamed as he began massaging the front of my vaginal wall. “Oh my god…that’s the spot…oh, right there,” I moaned incoherently.

Up till now, Tom’s touch and kisses had me aroused and moaning, but the internal massage of my pussy at this spot coupled with his incessant sucking on my engorged clitoris caused me to buck and shake uncontrollably. I was reacting in a way I did not know was possible.

I was impatiently lifting my ass off the bed as I bucked my hips wildly. Tom was massaging my inner walls and driving me to closer to an earth shattering climax.

My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently and I responded to it more vocally and much louder than I ever intended. I grasped a pillow and held it to my face to muffle my own screams of pleasure. I am certain that people in the adjacent rooms heard my shrieks clearly; they had no doubt that I was climaxing.

Holding Tom’s head in place with one hand, while clutching the pillow with my other hand, I continued to cum and grind my pussy into Tom’s mouth. I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame.

“Oh, God… damn, Tom… don’t stop…” I moaned and panted. 

After several waves of my climax rocked me, my clitoris became far too sensitive. I violently and forcefully pushed Tom’s head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris, but he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my uterine wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high.

“Oh Tom, you need to stop. You need to let me come down.”

Tom smiled broadly with a pride knowing that he had made a much younger woman climax in a way her husband never had.

I lay there panting, my breasts still heaving up and down, my legs still splayed apart, my vagina still experiencing minor spasms in the post-orgasmic moments. I could feel a combination of Tom’s saliva and my internal lubrication seeping from my very open vagina and trickling down my crack, making a noticeable wet spot on the bed.

As I tried to recover my senses, I watched as Tom stood.

He seemed to pose for a moment, smiling admiringly at my naked form. I loved the way he looked at me with such desire and lust. I took great pride in the fact that this handsome older man was so attracted to me.

His huge hard cock poked out rigidly in front of him. The combination of his large boner, his rippled abdomen and muscular chest and arms reminded me of a statue of a Greek god chiseled from stone.

He looked directly between my thighs at my open vagina and his cock arched up. I loved the effect my naked boldness had upon my older lover. I made no attempt to close my legs or block his view. I wanted him to look at me with admiration. His gaze aroused me.

"God, you are so gorgeous," I said in complete sincerity.

Motioning towards his very large erection, I said, "Tom, you are going to need to go slow and be careful when you enter me. You are much bigger than my husband. You could hurt a girl with this monster."

Tom nodded indicating he understood. He laid down on his back next to me and said, “Connie, you climb on top. That way you’ll control how much and how quickly I penetrate you. Also, I seem to remember that I last a long, long time when I’m on the bottom.”

I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and his erection. I used the glans of his magnificent cock to open my labia as I positioned myself over it. I rubbed his head back and forth at my opening for several seconds.

The glans was wet and slippery from my lubrication.

When I rubbed the thick head across my swollen clit, I could not keep from moaning as a shiver ran through me. I was so aroused!

Holding the head of his erection at my opening momentarily, I slowly lowered myself down on him, putting an inch or two inside me. “Oh god, you feel so big and thick. You are a lot bigger than my husband.”

I raised myself up, pulling him nearly out of me, and then lowered myself down again, a bit further this time, taking more of him inside me. I could feel myself being stretched open, almost pried open. It was slightly uncomfortable to be stretched this much, but it also felt good to have the helmet of his large cock inside the opening of my vagina.

I repeated the motion. With each slow downward thrust, I worked him deeper and deeper inside me. I now had most of his penis inside me.

The head of his cock was rubbing the front inside wall of my vaginal wall, stimulating my G-spot. I felt very full; stretched in fact.

"You are a very big man," I said, stating the obvious.

I leaned backward to place even more pressure on my front wall. This pressure on my G-spot was very intense and pleasurable.

I knew I could climax fairly quickly in this position as I slowly began to rock back and forth on Tom’s rigid tool, grinding the head against my G-spot.

I experimented with various movements. Initially, I moved up and down, raising myself nearly off the massive cock inside me, and then plunging down on it, driving the large head deep inside me. I loved the feeling of it plunging in and out of me, but that movement was fairly intense and exhausting.

As our pace quickened, Tom pulled me forward and held me tight. He began thrusting up inside me to drive himself deeper inside my pussy with each stroke, banging hard against my cervix. I began moaning through my panting breaths.

As my excitement began to build, I discovered that I could actually keep Tom’s boner inside me and slide myself back and forth, grinding the head into the front of my pussy as he pounded in and out of me, pressing the large plum shaped head into the front wall of my vagina while grinding my clit against his thick shaft.

I felt a powerful climax starting to build in my core. If Tom could hold out a few minutes longer, I was going to cum all over him.

“Oh, Tom, you are going to get me there. I am getting so close. Oh god, you are so deep inside me. God you feel good. You make me feel so very good,” I hissed.

I leaned further forward and began kissing my lover, sucking his tongue into my mouth, moaning loudly into his mouth as my hips began bucking wildly. I was rapidly approaching that magic line that would trigger the first of a series of waves crashing through my core.

Tom then pushed me back into a seated position. In this position, our bodies were perpendicular to each other. His erection was pressed firmly into the front wall of my pussy, stimulating my G-spot.

That was all it took to trigger my orgasm.

“Oh God, Tom, just like that…oh fuck…just like that …I am cumming…” I screamed incoherently.

Tom continued to thrust his hips up, banging into me with all his might as I started my second series of orgasmic waves. I was in ecstasy. I felt like a bronco rider, straddling my lover as he bucked his hips against me, driving me into the air slightly with each thrust.

Then without warning, Tom flipped me over on my back without disengaging from me. It was an impressive move that would have made any Olympic wrestler or gymnast proud. Without ever disengaging from my open vagina, Tom was on top of me. In this position, he was punishing my pussy with deep, violent thrusts as I continued to cum. He was literally slapping himself balls deep into me with each brutal thrust.

We were well past the point of gentle love making; we were fucking like wild animals.

I was crying out in incoherent moans and grunts. It was as though I was speaking in tongues. The sounds emanating from my core were incomprehensible.

I knew he was preparing to erupt as well. I was being fucked violently and powerfully. Tom was driving my ass into the mattress, and my head into the head board with each punishing stroke.

I had to reach up behind me with both arms to brace myself against the head board to keep from banging my head with each powerful thrust.

I was yelling loud screams of pleasure as he pounded into me.

“Oh god…you’re going get me again…just like that…fuck me…just like that…oh god you feel good…don’t stop…fuck me hard,” I babbled incoherently.

Orgasmic waves crashed through my core. I was not sure I could take any more; I feared I might pass out. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, wanting to accept him as deep as I could.

Tom’s entire body then became rigid with a final deep thrust, and I could feel his penis pulsing deep inside me. His hands were on my hips, holding me in place to accept his ejaculating penis as it pumped its seed.

“Oh that’s it, Tom, cum for me. I want you to cum inside me,” I cooed as I caressed his back and pulled him tight with my heels on his ass. “Stay inside me,” I instructed.

I lay there clenching and unclenching my vagina milking Tom’s throbbing erection as he shot string after string of the precious semen into my womb.

He collapsed into a heaving pile of sweat and emotion on top of me. My legs around him held him in place, not wanting to allow him to escape from my dilated pussy too quickly. I caressed his head as he lay panting on top of me. We were both completely satisfied, sated beyond belief.

I could feel the perspiration from my arm pits and several beads of sweat between my breasts.

“Tom, that was wonderful. Thank you so much,” exclaimed appreciatively before kissing him deeply.

With his cock still inside me, he looked deep into my eyes. “Connie, you're the sexiest woman I have ever known."

Still coupled together with Tom, I squeezed his erect penis with my vagina. I felt it pulse and thicken in response, so I did it again. I was hugging his cock with my pussy. I liked making it throb and pulse inside of me.

I did not want to disengage; I wanted to savor this moment as long as I could. I wanted to feel him inside me as we rested.

“Connie that was the wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“Tom, I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed that myself. It has been so long since I have made love. You have no idea how badly I needed that tonight.”

Lying there, still coupled together, Tom’s erection still pulsing inside me, having an intimate conversation with my lover, was one of the most emotionally satisfying moments of my life. I felt loved, satisfied and fulfilled as Tom’s penis drained its last drops of semen in my pussy.

We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

We made love again in the morning before heading to the shower together.

As I walked to the bathroom for our shower, a large dollop of semen seeped from my vagina. I caught the majority of Tom’s sperm on my fingers as it ran down my inner thigh.

I brought the gooey mixture up to my nose and inhaled.

“You even smell good,” I explained. "I like your scent."

We washed each other in the warm spray of the shower.

As we dried, and prepared to go to breakfast, Tom asked, “What happens when we get back to the office?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was this a one-time affair, or what?”

I set down my towel and placed my arms around him. Both of us were naked.

“Tom, that is completely up to you. After last night, I don’t think I could ever refuse you anything. I am yours for the taking, whenever you want me, whenever you need me.”

Tom’s penis began to grow hard as I spoke.

“Anytime I want you?”

“Anytime. Are you going to fuck me again?”

“I think I am,” Tom smiled.

“Oh my. I’m going to get fucked out of breakfast, aren’t I?”

(A special note of thanks to Lisa and Don who have assisted me in proofreading and editing this story. Their input has improved the quality significantly.)

Coming soon: Chapter three - the emotional entanglements of our affair