After 15 years of marriage my husband urged me to return to the work force. Our two children were in middle school, and we'd just purchased our dream home, a five- bedroom contemporary on several acres of lush, secluded land.
My first job was near entry-level; I didn't have much experience and everything about the business was new to me. Fortunately, one of the company Vice-President's, a man named Greg, knew my husband from years earlier and he took a special interest in me. We were almost the same age, and it didn't take long to realize we worked well together. He was good with the technical aspects of the job, and I was a natural with clients, so we formed a partnership that resulted in many years of success.
Greg was married with children about the same age as mine, we had several mutual friends, and for whatever reason, we just clicked. It wasn't a sexual attraction, at least not at first; it was more a friendship that grew over the many long months of struggling to build the business.
Truthfully, he reminded me a lot of my husband; not quite as good-looking, but he was very nice, and during our long days together we started to flirt.
It was at one of our many company-sponsored after-hours get togethers that Greg and I found ourselves alone in a booth at the local watering hole. Primed with a few drinks, we admitted to a mutual attraction. Fifteen minutes later were in the parking lot, sitting in my car and making out like a couple of teenagers.
A week later we were back at the bar, this time in his car. His tongue was half-way down my throat and his hand was under my shirt and bra caressing my 34B tits. In a week we'd progressed quite a bit.
Despite being on the smaller side, my breasts get a lot of attention. It's my nipples; they're large, always hard and there's no way to hide them. Think Jennifer Aniston. For as long as I can remember, guys loved looking at, touching, and sucking on my nipples; Greg was no exception.
While he made busy with my tits, I ventured beneath his belt. There's nothing quite like a hard cock to turn me on and upon discovering how long and thick his was, my pussy instantly became slicker than butter on a hot biscuit. Unfortunately, for a couple of forty-somethings, the car was no place to take things further.
The next week was Christmas and lots of after work parties. One night we took advantage of the festivities to sneak away to a nearby motel. It was a little awkward at first, being in a hotel room with someone other than our spouses, so we fumbled around a bit before relaxing into a long, deep kiss. Things progressed nicely after that and before long we'd stripped each other naked and slid under the covers.
We fumbled again when I asked Greg if he had a condom. He didn't. Awkwardly, I responded that I did have one. It was one of my husband's condoms that I'd taken from his bedside table. Feeling extra guilty at this point, I grabbed my purse, retrieved the condom, and sheepishly handed it to him. He struggled under the covers for a moment but within seconds the rubber was in place and we resumed our foreplay.
His cock was rock hard and, as it turned out, quite a bit thicker than my husband's. Despite being wrapped in latex it felt great in my hand, so I took control and climbed over him. Normally I use my fingers to guide my husband, but Greg's cock seemed to have its own GPS and lined itself up perfectly with my very wet opening. That's when he regained the upper hand. He grabbed my hips and pushed them downward and suddenly I transitioned from being a faithful, loving wife to being a not very respectable cliche as his cock forcefully invaded and stretched my pussy to the limit.
We started slow, gazing into each other's eyes while rocking back and forth, both of us smiling and sharing gentle occasional kisses as we settled into the delicious new sensations. Things heated up when his hands began exploring my tits and rolling my nipples between his fingers. For me, having my 'girls' tweaked while I'm fucking is the best feeling in the world, and I couldn't help but increase the pace. Unfortunately, as I built toward an orgasm his body suddenly stiffened and he whispered, "Oh Fuck," and I felt his cock throbbing while he filled me with stream after stream of warm gooey sperm.
Truthfully, I was a little disappointed, and expected to hear an apology for his quick release. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised when he tossed the condom on the floor, rolled me onto my back, and fucked the living shit out of me. Apparently, his cock didn't go soft after an orgasm, and he used that thick monster to pound my pussy until I was shivering from head to toe and speaking in tongues while every inch of my body shook with pleasure.
Damn, for the first time in my life, I screamed.
A week later we went out to lunch and decided that, although our experience had been spectacular, it should never happen again. After all, we were both married, and the risks were too great. To our credit, we kept that promise, and for the next year and a half we put our heads down and focused solely on work. During that period the account grew faster than any account in the history of the company.
Then one day we checked into a luxury hotel for the first of our many business trips together.
On the second night of a three-night stay we left the convention hall and decided to grab dinner in one of the several upscale restaurants that dotted the hotel's courtyard. Everything about the trip had gone even better than we hoped, and we wanted nothing more than to relax and have some food and drink, not necessarily in that order.
No sooner had we sat down than our main client appeared, another old work friend of my husband's. He was ecstatic about the success of the program so far and wanted to chat endlessly about details that neither Greg nor I cared about at that moment. But business is business, so we politely listened while we sipped our drinks.
By the third round the alcohol was hitting me hard. I hadn't eaten yet and my head was dizzy from all the talk. Rather than engage in the conversation, I sat in my chair listening to the client and Greg review the plan for tomorrow night's festivities. As I watched Greg handle the client, I started to get horny. The next thing I knew I had slipped my shoe off, and my foot had found its way to Greg's crotch under the table. Very gently, so as not to be noticed by the client, my toes rubbed against Greg's cock. Once he was fully hard, I gave him an extra stroke or two and then stopped. He glanced over at me, and I offered nothing but a sly, promising and slightly drunken smile.
I'll give him credit; he never missed a beat with the client.
Later, after an excruciatingly long meal we rode up the elevator together. Greg looked at me, and in a questioning, voice said, "So, that was interesting." I smiled and didn't reply. When the elevator got to my floor I walked off and just before the doors closed on him, I turned and said, "My room, 15 minutes."
Sure enough, 15 minutes later, a freshly showered Greg knocked on my door. Without even checking I pulled the door open and watched his eyes pop out of his head when he saw that I was naked from head to toe. Panicked at first, his head swivelled to make sure no one else was in the hall before pivoting back for another long gaze at my body. Behind him the door clicked and without taking his eyes from my tits he managed to throw the deadbolt into place.
