For those who have read my previous entries about Gloria, this may come as a bit of a shock. I told you how we met and finally came to be lovers after a very long time of working together. I told you about our breakup and reconciliation. Then I told you nothing for a long time, and now I'm telling you that she is retiring.
For those who have never read my previous tales, let me sum up. I went to work for a company and met a beautiful woman named Gloria. She was my boss's secretary. She was married and had a young son. For years I was content with just having her friendship and enjoying my fantasies about her. Eventually, my boss left and I became the boss and she was then my secretary. I still did not approach her and was content with just having her near me for eight hours each day. Then one day she confided in me that she wasn't getting enough attention or affection at home.
I tried to do the right thing, but it wasn't in me to resist for long and we became lovers. In all ways but one, her husband was as much as any woman could want, so there was never a question of her leaving him for me. In fact, he was so good to her that she felt guilty about every little thing we did together and she eventually became so overwhelmed with guilt that she broke up with me. Luckily, for me, her hunger for affection overcame her guilt and we resumed our sexual adventures.
It has been some years since then and we have had our ups and downs, as all lovers do. Still, there has not been a repeat of our breakup because we both know that I fill a gap for her. That's why I haven't sent you any word of our activities in the interim. There was nothing really to tell you that you couldn't get from any number of other writers. In the past few years there have been many times when she came to my office to sit on my lap and cuddle, or lean back against me while I played with her tits or fingered her to orgasm. There have been many times when she would kneel in front of me and take my cock into her mouth just because she knew that I needed it. There have been lunch-times at my small apartment with the big waterbed, or in my office with her bent over my desk. There have even been times at her house, something I thought I would never do, stretched out on her brass bed; the same bed that she would share with her husband just a few hours later. But all of those things can be found in a hundred or more other stories if you want them.
Now I have come to a crisis of sorts; a drastic change in our relationship, maybe the end. Gloria has retried. She has assured me that, though there will necessarily be some changes, she still loves me and wants me, and we will still have this bond between us. I'm not so sure though. She has had moments all through this when she was wracked with guilt and wouldn't let me near her. Sometimes for days or even weeks at a time she would keep her distance. I am afraid that she will use this as the opportunity to go back to her old life; the one where she was the good wife who would never cheat on her husband.
I should tell the new readers something of what Gloria looks like and what is so appealing to me. She is almost fifty, but don't let that give you a picture of someone old and wrinkled; she's not. She can stand proudly next to any thirty year old woman and you would be hard-pressed to say which is the younger one. You could even stand her next to the current line of teenagers and twenty-somethings, with their thirty extra pounds and she would easily come out on top. Part of that is because she is so petite. She's only four-foot-eleven and weighs about ninety pounds. Even though she has been a married, working girl for most of her life and has a son who recently graduated college, she has kept herself fit and trim. Not one ounce of that ninety pounds is wasted. Her breasts are firm and round, her ass is still tight, and the only wiggle in her walk is exactly where it should be. Her legs are flawless examples of what a woman's legs should be, smooth, strong and perfectly formed. Her face is to die for, with brown eyes, full lips, and golden-blonde hair down to her shoulders. In spite of her age she has this little-girl quality about her that has never faded away. She dresses to show off all of those features. Lately, she has asked me if she's dressing too young and my answer is always the same; women twenty years younger can only wish they could make that dress look so good. It's the truth. I wish I could include a picture, but she's still married and I can't take the chance.
I've often taken her with me to meetings and other business functions, or just out to lunch on special occasions, and I've noted how the other men's eyes follow her across the room. Those hungry eyes that look her up and down, then glance at me with a new appraisal before going back to watch her. There are those among you who know what I'm talking about. Other men look at you and may think, "He has a nice suit," or "He's pretty fit, "or some such thing. Then they see this gorgeous woman you're with and they look back at you with that question in their eyes. "What is there about this man that attracts such a woman?" I've seen those eyes a thousand times or more and it makes me feel good every time. Envy towards me, desire for her, the comparison (always lacking) between her and their own dining partner. I can honestly say that I've never taken Gloria anywhere where she was not the most beautiful woman in the room. Over the years she has had many offers to move up to a more prestigious position within the company and I've held my breath each time, wondering whether or not she would take the offer and be gone from my life. Twice that I know of, she has seriously considered such offers, but she has always turned them down, to my great relief.
