At 51 years old, I finally have gotten the courage to tell my story. I am 5'4", 120 pounds, still shapely and fit. I have blue eyes and used to have dirty blonde hair with some strawberry highlights. But, I am not sure of my true hair color any more since I am a bottle blonde. I go by the screen name of peanutbutterthighs on discreet dating and married affairs websites. I use peanut butter thighs because they are easy to spread. I lost my virginity at 16 after a date with the high school's stud athlete. I thought I was in love. After that experience a date with me was defined as a movie or dinner and a fuck. By the time I met my husband in my junior year of college, I had been with 8 other men. But one date with my husband and I knew that he was the one for me. He was 6'4", 225 pounds with broad football shoulders tapering to a small waist and all muscle. He was a linebacker on the university's football team. And to top it all off, he was hung like a horse. The last time we measured (20 years ago) it was just over 13 inches long and 6 inches around. To this day, he still has it. We got married the summer after our graduation.
I have been married to the same guy for 30 years and I don't want that to change. However, I need sex often, sometimes two or three times a day. In 30 years of marriage, I have probably been with 100's of guys and my husband doesn't suspect a thing. I would shag them all afternoon then go home and make love to my husband all night. At first, I fucked guys at work to get ahead or get an advantage.
I was faithful for our first year of marriage. In that time I took a job in record keeping for a large metropolitan hospital. It was an entry level position that usually turned over every 9 to 10 months as people were promoted. My boss, John, was a good looking married man in his thirties. He asked me to step into his office for my annual review. I asked if I had time to go to the restroom first. In the restroom, I took off my bra and panties, applied some lipstick, powdered my nose, and brushed my hair. I sat cross legged throughout my review which went very well. I learned that with my degree in accounting, I was in competition with a coworker for a promotion in the insurance and billing office. I thanked John for his confidence in me and made sure to shoot him my beaver as I uncrossed my legs to stand and shake hands. John smiled, shook my hand and said that he had always admired my head for figures. I told him that I had many hidden skills as well. He asked what those might be. And I told him that I lick envelopes very well. John replied that he would have to see me lick envelopes to know if I did it well. We shagged in his office chair and to this day I believe that the stains of our encounter are still on that chair.
Needless to say, I got the promotion. I was finally putting my accounting degree to work on a limited basis. I was in a different office, so John was no longer my boss. My new boss was a woman in her mid sixties. I continued a torrid affair with John. For the next year, I took lunch at my desk so that I could spend the noon hour with John. There was an advantage in shagging John. I learned that I could control decisions made in John's office that affected my work load.
In my new position, part of my job was getting insurance companies to pay for services. One particular company was very difficult to deal with as they always wrote off most of our services. This means that we cannot bill either the insurance company or the patient for those services. In other words, we eat the bill and perform those services for free. My bosses were very upset with this company and shuddered each time a patient listed this company. Knowing that our hospital was unhappy with them, an executive from this company, Pat, came for a courtesy visit. Pat was handsome in his mid to late forties. He had a disarming smile that just melted me. As before, I made a quick trip to the ladies room to prune up my looks and remove my bra and panties. Then I caught him in the elevator. From the ring on his finger, I knew he was married. I gave him a big smile and accidentally dropped my pen. As I bent over to pick it up I could tell that he was interest. Looking at my nipples standing like erasers under my blouse, Pat tried to make conversation, "It must be a little chilly in here. We should go some place warm." I told him that I don't like it just warm, I like it steamy hot. Pat invited me to lunch but we only made it to his hotel room. Following that encounter, we only had a problem with their company rejecting services one more time. In response, I called Pat which jumped many layers in the chain of command at their company. I suggested that he look into the situation personally since I was sure that his bosses would not look favorably knowing that he was sleeping with his clients. We never had another problem with that company again. Although his visits were few and far between, I continued to screw Pat for many years each time he visited our town. At 24, I was making a name for myself at work as a problem solver. Little did they realize how these problems were solved, but I did get results.
