Anyone engaged in sexual activity is 18 or older.
This may have fit in erotic couplings but in the end, it was more about finding love one more time, therefore I went with the romance category.
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Linda Altmont sat across from my desk telling me what a rotten prick her husband is, she's late twenties, maybe early thirties, average in most ways. Not too busty but a nice rack, sweet hips that look like they'd be a pleasant place to cradle me as I fucked her, brown hair and dark blue rimmed glasses. She wasn't dressed provocatively or exposing herself in an inviting way unlike some of the women who've set across from me through the years. She's wearing a soft looking dress that ends above the knee, buttons down the front and nylons of some sort, whether they're panty hose or actual nylons I have no idea, my imagination says hose and a belt, but then I'm a horny middle aged guy, so who knows.
As I listen to how her husband Ken is self-absorbed and thinks only of himself, mentally I begin to formulate my plan, she's vulnerable and I intend to get into her panties, sooner rather than later. I'm so sure of my assessment that I set a goal of at least kissing her before she leaves the office, the rest will fall in place after that. You see, I'm that guy, the one whom husbands never pay any more attention to than they do their neglected wives. I'm forty-six, have been widowed twice and as such have become the sounding board and listening ear to numerous unhappy wives these past six years since my late wife died.
I'm not a gym rat but stay in shape, I still do morning exercises just as I had the three years I was in the Army, I walk every day, consume very little alcohol and am careful what I eat. At five foot ten inches I'm not what I would consider a big man, I maintain a weight of around one eighty five which is where I was fifteen years ago. I still have my hair and teeth, although grey is slowly creeping into my sideburns along with a streak or two on my head, I personally like the look. I don't have a porn star dick or balls the size of lemons, the six plus inches I do possess has yet to fail me after all these years and I have had but one gal complain, she said I was too big. If I have a weakness other than wanting my dick in a snug pussy, young or old, it's that I'm a clothes horse, I love nice clothing and dress that way at work.
I don't go after wives who aren't already looking, if they're married and seem happy more power to them, if they're miserable and married to a schluk like Ken, well, in my mind that's an entirely different ball game. Ken has a decent job and provides, with the stipulation he gives her enough money to run the household and he keeps the rest, if she wants or needs new clothing for instance it's up to her to get it on her own, which is the biggest part of why she works at the same place I do. At first, she would hold back a little from groceries or something similar until he figured it out and had a shit fit, she finally said *fuck it* and got a job.
I'm a marketing analyst for an online clothing company, no we aren't those miserable bastards who inundate you with robo-calls. You must call us and order merchandise, there are anywhere for twenty five to forty people answering phones depending on the season or sales promotions. All of those orders go into a database where I analyze which items to promote and which items to scrap, which in and of itself is a shitload for one person to analyze, which is why I have two assistants, Linda being one of them and Mildred being the other. Mildred is forty nine and happy as a lark with her marriage, we flirt and have work related banter but that's it, we've known each other since grade school, we're good friends and nothing more, everyone needs those as well.
Linda had been in my office talking non-stop for over ten minutes, some of it I listened to, most of it I didn't, that is until I heard her say something that jogged my brain, "And dammit Hu, (short for Hubert) size does matter."
Linda is about five six or seven and Kenny boy is at least two inches shorter than her, if he's five foot four I'd be amazed, I quickly surmised his dick is probably like the rest of him, short and thin. I smile and for the first time since she's entered I say more than yup, mm-hmm, or oh yes,
"You're absolutely right Linda, size makes a world of difference."
I stand and cross the office closing the door behind her, walking back I stop next to the chair where she's sitting, I see confusion mixed with anticipation in her eyes as I extend a hand to hers. Raising her up I whisper, *I'm going to kiss you* and lean forward placing a soft long kiss on her lovely red lipsticked lips, as thick as it is I know she touched it up before she came into my office. I have a rule at this stage, if she had pushed back or resisted in any way it would have been game over. I'm not generally so bold right away, I don't need a harassment suit, but Linda was sending signals I wasn't about to ignore.
As she kissed back I thought to myself, "You're mine", with one hand on the small of her back and the other softly stroking her luscious smelling hair I pulled her into me, she stood back slightly, then relented and pushed her pelvis into me. We didn't grind or hump, we were simply groin to groin with clothing in between. I felt her tongue touch my lips and eagerly invited her into my mouth sucking softly as she did, I lowered my hand from her back to a soft yet firm ass cheek, squeezing gently making her moan quietly into my mouth. We kissed and embraced briefly before I pushed her back enough to see her face.
"You're a good kisser Linda, I sense that you'd like to explore this situation a bit further. Am I right or do we smile and go our separate ways? No matter what you decide, what happened in this office is not to be mentioned outside this office. Agreed?"
With her hand behind my neck she gently pushed in for a steamier kiss, not waiting for me her tongue was between my lips instantly, when her hips tilted slightly upward I could feel her pussy press tightly to my ever growing erection. Moving her hips a little from side to side she stopped the kiss speaking to me in a whisper.
"Mmmm, I like the feel of that, yes I'd like more of what you have to offer and yes I can be discreet. All I need to know is when and where, whatever works for you, Ken is gone ninety percent of the time anyway. Him and that damned fishing boat, curse the day he bought it."
I was trying to put a time together in my head finally telling her, "I have a number of meetings over the next two weeks so let me look at the calendar and I'll let you know."
Her answer surprised me, "Can we maybe get together before next Wednesday, I start my period around then and I'd like to enjoy what you have for me before that happens."
I squeezed her ass one more time, told her I'd let her know later in the day and escorted her out of my office like I would anyone else, lots of room between us, no touches, no secret looks that never are, no overly friendly gestures. A simple, "I'll contact you later about this subject."
I'm a firm believer that an older man will win a younger woman's heart faster than a young man will win an older woman. I've heard all the talk of youth, vim, vigor, being able to go two or three times a night, I also know that in time those things aren't enough, which is usually the reason those same older women are constantly on the prowl for their next *boy toy*.
So as not to draw suspicion unnecessarily I bought two carnations each for Linda and Mildred at lunch time, had them put in a stem vase along with some frippery and placed them on each desk with a thank you note. Linda was gushing as Mildred looked at me with a maniacal grin, she knew what I was up to, she'd seen it before. Just before three I texted Linda telling her to be at my house Thursday evening by six, to come in through the back alley, the garage door would be open and as soon as she pulled in I would close it with the remote. She could come in through the garage entry to the kitchen.
The back alley worked well because it faced an open field opposite the road and of the seven houses on our block there were only three of us that bothered to put our vehicles in the garage, the rest of them left their cars on the street. Why have a garage if you don't use it, they must like to scrape frost and make a dash for the house when it rains. Mildred came into my office just before closing, shut the door and sat facing me, patting the chair next to hers. I rounded the desk, sat and waited.
"Hu don't hurt that girl, she's vulnerable and she's going to let someone take advantage of her, better somebody nice like you than a bar fly somewhere, just don't hurt her. You and I both know you aren't going to marry again, hell, neither would I if I'd been widowed twice. Who the hell wants to risk going through that agony a third time? Be kind to her, woo her a little, flatter her, show her what a good romance can be then let her find someone her own age."
