Weird in Seattle

This happened in the late nineties when I was working for a company while living outside of Sacramento. Our home office was in Seattle and occasionally I would fly there for meetings, computer updates, etc.

When I visited Seattle I would sometimes stay with the president and his wife at their beautiful home on Puget sound. He was on his third marriage and she as well. They had one kid each and both kids were already out of the house. He was around 70 and she was around 45. She was his arm candy and he was her sugar-daddy. I was 35 and single and living it up.

I had never been terribly impressed with her looks or her personality. She was a skinny, bleached platinum blonde and always seemed to have a haughty attitude, looking down her nose at us lowly minions. Her background was not fully known by my friends in the home office but the scuttlebutt was that she was somewhat of a tramp and a drunk. I had seen her imbibe one too many on several occasions and she dressed as if she was a skanky, no-ass runway model which never did it for me. Even with her high, fake tits, she did nothing for me sexually.

On this particular trip, I was staying at their home, just the three of us. I had been there several days and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He and I worked very hard and she did whatever a kept woman does.

The last night I was there, we had a catered dinner brought in and after the caterers left, we sat down to a beautiful, thick glass dining table with candles and the whole nine yards. It felt a little ridiculous. He sat at one end of this long glass table and she sat at the other end like lord and lady of the manor. I sat to her right, probably 4-5 feet away from each of them. I felt like a serf.

As the meal wore on, we talked and, as usual, she didn't have much to say and just did her usual super-cool, haughty thing. I thought they were both full of shit. It was such a put-on. I had known this guy when his company was in a shitty little office and was going nowhere. So the "airs" they were putting on made me want to roll my eyes and get the hell out of there the next day.

Jon, the owner, got more and more plastered as did she. I didn't drink much so I was having to put up with two miserable people. Jon eventually left the table and disappeared. His wife and I sat there talking and it became clear she was getting weirder and drunker by the minute. I asked her where Jon had gone and she said she didn't know and didn't care.

She looked at me through half-lidded eyes and stood and began taking her clothes off. I was dumbfounded and was waiting for Jon to stagger back in and lose his shit.

I asked her, "What the fuck are you doing?"

She reached back behind her head and undid a clasp that held her dress up. She then reached around behind her and unzipped the dress, letting if fall to the floor. She stood there in her white panties and bra and a pair of lacy white leggings, teetering on her spiky black heels. She walked around the table and forced her way in front of me putting her pantied ass cheeks against the glass dining table. She unsnapped her bra between her breasts, tossed it aside. She never said a word but began squeezing and pulling at her own nipples. Her breathing increasing, her desire obvious. She then stuck her right hand down the front of her panties and caressed herself as a shudder went through her.

I whispered, "What the hell? Jon could walk in any minute!"

She said, "Don't worry about him. He knows what I am doing. He can't get it up anymore and he lets me fuck whomever I please."

She looked at me, licked her red lips and pulled her panties to the side and showed me her dark hairy cunt and said, "You know you want it..." With that she reached down and squeezed my throbbing cock through my pants.

She said "Oouuuuuuuh that's nice!"

She knelt down, forcing me to scoot the chair back, giving her room. I could smell her and I was lost. I stood. She unbuckled my pants, letting them fall to the floor, pulled down my briefs to my knees and held my 8'' cock as if weighing it. She kissed the head several times and winked at me then proceeded to give me a fantastic drunken, slobbery blow-job. As she worked and worked at my member, I knew after only a couple of minutes, I was gonna blow. I grabbed her spiky platinum head and force fed her what felt like the biggest load I had ever shot. She choked and gagged several times but wouldn't give up. She gamely swallowed all she could while much of it ran down her chin and onto her tits and thighs. She looked up at me and grinned and took my cock back into her mouth and slowly brought it back to life.

When I was fully hard again, she turned and lay across the table on her stomach with her heeled feet on the hardwood floor where my cum now pooled. She reached back and lowered her panties to mid-thigh. Without a word, I took my thumbs and spread her cheeks, squatted and buried my face in her drooling cunt. I was beyond caring about any negative consequences. I ate her from clit to asshole, working my middle finger and ring finger into both her holes. She was moaning and shaking and within minutes I stood and slid my cock as deep into her creamy pussy as I could go. She pushed herself up on her elbows and grunting, fucking back at me, fucking my cock. I grabbed her short hair in my right fist, yanked her head back, put my thumb in her ass and forcefully fucked her until I thought the glass dining table would break. After only minutes pulled my thumb out of her. She reached back and spread her ass cheek and her need was obvious. I thumbed some more of her cunt juice up onto her asshole and spit as much saliva onto her as I could. I lined my aching cock up with her asshole and slowly slid into her into her until the base of my cock was against her ass cheeks and by balls we against her open cunt. It felt amazing. So erotic to be buried in this crazy woman's backside. I began slowly moving in and out of her as she mewled and moaned with every stroke, quietly saying, "Yes. Yes. Yes..." I gradually sped up my speed and power until she was grunting and cumming. I knew I was not going to last much longer and as my balls exploded into her ass I held her by her hair and held myself deep within her. As we slowly uncoupled, my slick tumescent member plopped out of her, followed shortly by another rush of my cum onto her floor.

I collapsed onto her back kissing her neck for several minutes. She appeared to be out, obviously passed out from all the drinking and fucking. I sat back down with my pants still around my ankles looking at a sopping cunt and gaping asshole. I reached up and slathered the mix of cum, saliva and cunt juice all over her backside, fingering her more but she never reacted. She stayed there, lying on the table for several minutes. I pulled my pants up and lay her on the floor and went to bed not knowing what would happen in the morning.

When I woke up late the next day, I threw on my robe and went to see what was going to happen and if I still had a job. They were no where to be found. I showered, dressed and took a cab to the airport. Jon never brought it up though we spoke almost daily. The next time I went to Seattle it was like nothing had happened. I don't know if Jon ever knew and his wife never mentioned it to me again.