Things weren't going well in the marital sack for Jennifer and me.
Maybe it was the responsibilities of having two young kids who never seemed to sleep, maybe it was the pressures of my job, and maybe we had grown just a little apart. Who knows?
In any event the regular lovemaking sessions dwindled to Saturday night specials, where we'd make sure the kids were fast asleep and neither of us had to get up before 6. We trade scenarios. Sometime it would be a little mutual in-out, in-out. Sometimes she'd play dress up and be a business woman on a trip, a cheerleader or a hooker. It spiced up our love-life while it lasted.
But even those sessions went from weekly to a couple times a month as our lives were stressed out with the kids, job and a fairly large array of bills.
Whatever it was we weren't doing the nasty all that much, and quite frankly, I don't think either of us really cared. We loved each other, our kids and our lives. What is missing a little sex have to do with the big picture.
Of course, that's probably because I had Dona to call. Dona was a girl I'd dated for three years before taking a new job in Baltimore. She lived outside Philadelphia, was divorced, and didn't mind the fact that I was married. We met at work, shared stories, drinks and early one night I gave her a ride to the SEPTA train line for her ride home. That was an eventful drive, because when we arrived she had 35 minutes until her train. She suggested we park and talk, but that led to a make out session that reminded me of my teenage years.
Her train came and went while we were making out, and soon I had her sucking on my dick. She had a master's degree in fellatio, and it wasn't long before my cock was spurting seed into her willing, waiting, sucking mouth. It was incredible.
That was just the beginning of a relationship that saw us cavort at lunch time and after work for years. She didn't make any demands. She didn't ask me to leave my wife. We had our time together and it was wonderful time. Dona had a knack for getting me off quickly, especially when there was a threat of being caught.
Parking lots, country roads, even in the Pinelands of South Jersey. We met one Saturday and drove into the sand barrens, stopping along a lake. The setting was serine, and we watched beavers and a wide array of birds frolic in nature's splendor.
We held each other and graduated to making out before Dona made my favorite fall into my lap. It was an incredible blow job, as she slowly worked her magic on my cock while I luxuriated in each bob of her head.
Dona was a blow job artist, a girl who would perform all kinds of tricks to send me over the edge. I especially liked her "no hands" bjs, where her mouth vacuumed the tip of my cock. She'd barely bob her head, working her lips to milk my manhood. It was especially great to watch, which I could do my moving my seat back a little.
She'd work that tip my working her lip muscles and it didn't take long for me to lose control of the situation. Her hands would be planted on the side of the seat or on my ass so as only her mouth made contact with my cock.
In the Pinelands she did just that, working me into a state of ecstasy. Just as I was about to cum I noticed a man in a car, secluded from us by pine trees and undergrowth, probably 40 yards away. We were busted! But there wasn't a thing I could do about it, I was too far along. Sparked my knowledge we were being voyeured I spurted globs of creamy sauce into Dona's sucking mouth.
I loved the attention she was giving my dick, cleaning it perfectly, but was worried about being observed so I pushed her head away. Quickly, we backed out of our spot, and to this day Dona didn't know she'd been caught in the act of sucking dick.
That wasn't the only time we were caught, though another time was more dangerous. One spring evening we drove caravan style toward our homes --- we lived about 10 miles apart but in the same general vicinity. I spied a local spot where a building was being demolished and we pulled off the main road and she got into my car. We spoke for a while, made out, and she bent over from the passenger seat and began sucking my dick.
Up and down she went, bobbing her head and this time using several fingers to grasp and jerk off my dick. When she did this it was almost as she did half a tug job that progressed into a blow job. Her face in between my thighs was a very erotic sight.
On this night though, something bothered me. Maybe it was the angle --- she hadn't wanted to kneel on the seat because her ass might have shown to SUVs passing by on the highway 20 yards away. So I pushed her off my dick to figure a better position when I heard a car pulling in next to us. Quickly I zipped up, and it was a good thing as a local police officer got out of his car and walked over, but not before I was presentable.
What a close call that was. He asked what we were doing there, looking around for drugs I presumed --- heck it had the look of a drug deal from Cops --- but after a quick bit of observation and some quick talking I think he moved on.
In any event, we became more careful as to when and where we did the nasty. Several times we did it in my office on a weekend when nobody was in the building except for a couple janitorial workers. Other times we visited local parks.
I really loved those sessions, especially the ones where we'd be maybe just 10-15 yards from the trail but secluded in a tree enclosed sanctuary. There Dona could suck me off while we'd hear bicycles, joggers and walkers moving past us without us knowing we were there. Once we even heard a couple stop and make-out for a bit before the girl shooed the guy away because "someone is coming." How appropriate, but I think she meant someone walking their way rather than me cuming in Dona's mouth just yards away.
So in a time when Jennifer and I weren't having much in the way of sexual relations my mind turned to Dona, sweet, sucking Dona.
Heck, I needed a blow job, and she was just the girl to do it.
I had my secretary call the Philly office to schedule a couple days of meetings. Then I called Dona and asked her to dinner. She readily agreed, which was great because "going to dinner" with Dona over the years meant we'd dine at a local restaurant before heading somewhere safe so I could offer my cock for desert.
The girl was pretty, not stunning, but I loved that she was to willing to suck cock. She was good to look at, always wore a dress when she's be seeing me so I could look at her great legs, and had a smile, well, a smile that could brighten any day.
It was an incredible feeling knowing I could call her up and she'd be there to suck my cock. Oh, we had a good relationship. We'd have a multitude of things to speak about. But the end of the "date" meant I'd get my cock sucked. What guy would not like that kind of deal?
Maybe I sound like a cad, but heck, we always had a great time together and I'd get what I needed. And heck, the dinner was a business expense!
Taking the Acela to Philly was a breeze, and I left 30th Street station and headed to the Westin for an early check in, then over to the office in a high rise near City Hall. Lucia, my efficient secretary, had set up several meetings and all went well as Becky, the efficient secretary to my peer Jack Dawson made sure my schedule was followed.
Becky was an old-time secretary, a young woman with the ability to keep things on schedule and not too stuck up as to complain about getting coffee. She was, well, very plain 25-year-old, and reminded me of librarians in the movies. You know, very old fashioned looking. A very plain Jane lady, but extremely nice and someone you could count on to get answers quickly. Plus, it liked flirting with her because it embarrassed her, sort of like James Bond and Money Penny.
"Oh, Mr. Roberts, you are so bad," was something she said at least once a trip.
The meetings were fine, although I have to admit the 4 p.m. one was a tough one, as all I could think about was having dinner with Dona.
After swinging by the hotel for a quick shower, I met Dona at the restaurant near the office. She looked stunning in a demure black dress. Nothing risqué, just the pretty dress, a little costume jewelry and a bright smile. We had a wonderful dinner, lots of great conversation and little touchy-feely under the table. It was like old times.
I asked her to go back to my hotel for a night cap, but she said she had to pick something up at work for a morning meeting. We walked there on a pretty night and made our way to her small but comfortable office, me looking around to ensure the coast was clear for a little workplace frolicking.
Slipping up behind Dona as she bent over her office desk to retrieve a file of papers, I was surprised when she sort of shooed me away. "Not tonight, Rob," was all she said.
Looking surprised, she asked if I expected something.
"A quick blow job would be wonderful, sweetie," I cooed, smiling a smile of a guy who knew he was going to get blown.
"Do you know how many times I've blown you?" asked the girl.
I responded something like, huh, or what.
"It's simple addition. I checked in my diary. Yes, I keep a diary, Rob, and by my count it's 337 times I have sucked your cock. You had an orgasm in all but two of those times. That doesn't count 43 times you've fucked me, or the 11 times I jerked you off. Remember when I jerked you off in your office chair when you were speaking to your wife?"
Again I looked at her as if she was from Mars. A diary-keeping alien.
"Well, no more. I will always love you, I will always be your friend, but I won't be doing anything like that again with you...unless there's a ring involved."
Uh oh, problem time. We had talked numerous times about me leaving my wife, but we had an understanding it wouldn't happen. Her dad's money was one thing, but there were the kids and dozens of other reasons. It had never been a problem before, at least not in recent years, so I stood there dumbfounded.
Oh, I begged, I pleaded, I even asked for one romp for old time's sake, but it was not to be. It was a blue balls night, and I had them. There she was, perfect for unwrapping, but it wasn't to be.
After a bit of uneasiness with a sprinkling of embarrassment, I offered to walk her to her car. She declined the offer, and promised always to be my friend. Nice, but, well, not what I really wanted.
It was a slow, long walk back to the Westin. I detoured through City Hall, past the L-O-V-E statue that makes its way into movies, all the while wondering what got into the girl. For years she was a picture of sexual perfection, never issuing a peep of displeasure at our physical and emotional affair.
Now it was over, and my real reason for visiting an utter failure. I thought of heading over to a bar to seek some action, but I wasn't really up for the chase. I made it back to the Westin, waved to the front desk and headed for the elevator when a familiar voice called my name.
It was Becky from work. "Oh Mr. Roberts, I'm glad I caught you. I was just leaving you a note."
"Slow down, Becky, what's up?"
The girl explained that a meeting was moved from late morning to first thing in the morning, and that I would need to look over several reports to be ready for it. She had brought the reports, as well as some supporting information, for me to peruse that evening.
