I am Amy Pierce, a 43 year old cheating wife. I have been married and to my husband who is 46 for the past 19 years. I am the last person anyone would ever think would cheat on her husband and George, my wonderful thoughtful man is the last husband that any wife in her right mind would cheat on. I love George and want to spend the rest of my life with him. George is a yes man. He treats me like a queen and pretty much has always given me whatever I want. He is a decent guy and I don't think he has ever cheated on me or that the thought of my cheating on him has ever crossed his mind.
I met my George through a girlfriend. Kathy told me that her boyfriend had a friend that was very shy and had a hard time getting a date. She asked me if I would go out with them to a show. I said yes and met him the next week. George was shy but nice and good looking and I liked him. He would always compliment me on how nice I looked. Other guys either didn't notice what I was wearing or how my hair was done, or if they did say something, it was mostly to try to charm me so they could get into my pants. George was different. He was so shy. He wasn't trying to get into my pants. He really meant it when he said that he liked how I looked.
Did I say that George was shy? It took him weeks before he even tried to kiss me. It seemed like forever before he moved beyond just kissing. (He is a great kisser!) About three weeks after that first kiss, we were on the couch kissing when I felt his hand touch my breast. I liked the warmth of his hand there and the wetness in my pussy caused me to squirm a little bit. That little movement scared him and he pulled his hand away. That's when I knew I had to take the lead, so I took his hand and put it under my top. He got the hint and started feeling and the feel his hand palming my breast made me almost gush. To my frustration though, he didn't move beyond that breast play. From that night we started touching each other first through our clothed and then skin to skin. He had no idea what to do (The first time I got his cock out of his pants he started cumming in my hand.) so I had to teach him. It was a slow process but eventually he lost his virginity to me.
The first time that George fucked me was a joke. He was on top of me crushing me with his weight. He could not get his cock in me. I had to get on top of him and put his cock in me. The better way to put it is I fucked him. He had no experience at all. He could not compare to any of my past lovers. I actually taught him how to fuck.
I loved George even if he was a "klutz" in bed. We were married a year later. As George learned what to do, sex with him got better. I mean I would have orgasms but in general there has always been a lack of real fire in our love making. George is so attentive and almost always makes sure that I cum first. My typical lovemaking with George would be a straight up fuck or a bj. It was kind of the same thing all the time. Looking back, I will have to admit that many of my former lovers, who were not at all attentive to me, made me cum harder and more often than George does.
The first guy I ever had real sex with was Al. He was 4 years older than me and I was an almost blank slate sexually. In contrast to George's shyness at the beginning, Al had his hand on my breast on our first date. Things moved quickly from there. I remember a date about two weeks later. We were in his car at the park where we would go to make out and he was trying to fuck me. When I would not let him, he asked me very graphically, "Have you ever sucked a cock?"
I told him, "No!"
He commanded me," I want you to suck my cock!"
I was a very reluctant to suck his cock. The thought of doing it was humiliating. At school my friends had told me it was the most terrible thing a girl could do, even worse than fucking. The very thought of putting a piss dispenser in my mouth was disgusting. I was more than a little scared but strangely I also felt aroused by the idea and was in very much in love with Al.
Al didn't wait for an answer. He unzipped his pants, took his cock out, put his right hand on the back of my head and pushed it toward his rock hard dick. I was face to face with what was the first cock I had ever seen. I opened my mouth hesitantly and let his cock enter. I am sure that I didn't do it right, because the first thing I remember after it passing my lips was the head of his cock scraping my teeth and then taste of his salty precum on my tongue. I sucked as best I could and eventually Al's cum flooded my mouth. I let some of it run out of my mouth and down his cock into his pants. I don't think he was pleased with that.
Not surprisingly, I was not very good at cocksucking at first, so Al taught me what to do. I guess he did not like the feeling of my teeth on his sensitive cockhead, so his first lesson was not to bite his cock. Then he showed me how he liked the head of his cock licked and his balls played with and the other niceties of the art of the blow job. It took some time but he even got me to swallow his cum. I found that although, the focus of our time together was always Al's pleasure, he also knew how to give me pleasure. His forceful hands on my breasts, his strong fingers in my pants on my pussy made me feel like a woman. In less than a month he was fucking me and fucking me hard. I loved it!
I was his and his alone for a whole year. He broke up with me went he went into the Navy. After Al, I had a few lovers; the ones who come to mind were Jack and Bill. I loved how they knew how to take charge and get me off.
George and I settled into a routine marriage. We had a normal life and were happy. He was the ideal husband, a good enough provider that I didn't have to work. It might have been different if we had kids but we didn't so after 13 years of being a stay at home wife, I was getting more than a little bored. We had friends that we went out with and had a good time. One day I was talking with Jan, one of my girlfriends about being bored and she said that I needed to get out of the house and get a job. Jan told me that a girl that was working in the office of an electrical contractor that was one of her clients had just quit without notice and they needed someone fast. I called up and told them Jan mentioned that they might need someone to help in the office.
They asked if I could come in for an interview and I did. During the interview, I was very frank and told them that I had not worked for 13 years and did not know much about their operation but that I was very willing to learn. I was told they would train me. Looking back at the interview, I would not have been impressed with me, if I were them but they must have been desperate because they said they would train me and I was hired as an administrative assistant.
My new boss, Mr. Richard Masters was very helpful, showing me how the ordering system and parts inventory data base work, how the company likes the phone answered, etc. He took me under his wing and became more of a mentor than a boss. For the first few days I called him Mr. Masters out of respect but he soon wanted me to call him Dick.
Dick was very attentive and would almost always make a flattering comment on how nice I looked. I remember his first compliment. I had been working there a couple of weeks and had my hair done at lunch that day because George and I were going out to dinner that night. Dick said, "Wow! You look really sexy in that new hair-do. What's the special occasion?"
I answered, "George is taking me out to La Scala, the fancy restaurant tonight."
Dick commented, "I was wondering what was in the garment bag hanging next to your coat. I'll bet it's a sexy dress for tonight. Isn't it?"
I blushed and said, "It's just a little black dress that George likes. I was going to change into it after everybody leaves. George is going to pick me up from the office."
Dick playfully asked, "Can I watch you put it on?"
I blushed but didn't answer him. I was flustered and wondered, "Is Dick was being too forward? Is this harmless teasing or the beginning of sexual harassment? Should I say something and stop this right here and now?"
