my thanks to Randi for organising this event, inviting us to participate and for her invaluable assistance. And to the Literotica team for publishing all of our stories over the years.
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My phone rang. It was an internal call from my secretary, Emily. "Hello, Em?"
"Hi, Steve, there's someone on an outside line for you. She said you'd want to speak with her?"
"Who is it, please, Emily?"
"She introduced herself as Mary Jones. Shall I tell her you're too busy?"
Mary Jones? My daughter Donna's one-time best friend? Interesting. "No, Emily. Please put her through right away."
Seconds later I was speaking with Mary, and the last several years had slipped away.
"Hello, Steve? Is that you?"
"Yes, Mary. It's me! I'm so pleased you called. How have you been? Are you okay? Have you spoken to Donna yet?"
"Not yet, I wanted to talk to you first. I'll talk with Donna later today. Your offices are still in the Clark Building on Barker Street?"
I acknowledged this and she added, "Can I meet you at your office, Steve? At 4PM?"
We agreed on the time and we ended the call. I sat back in my chair, pondering. Mary and Donna had been thicker than thieves together, having met when they were aged four, at nursery.
They'd done virtually everything together, including double dating when they were old enough; until suddenly Mary had virtually vanished overnight, abandoning her plans to study at the local college with Donna and taking a place at a college 500 miles away, in a different state.
There'd been very little contact between the two girls after Mary had moved, and I'd had many discussions with my wife Sally over what might have precipitated the situation, but she had always shaken her head, answering, "I'm afraid I don't know."
Today, I felt that I would soon learn what had happened.
At a little before 4PM, a smiling Emily ushered Mary into my office.
Mary looked different. She looked pretty much the same as she had the last time I had seen her four years ago, but she had lost something. She'd aged, obviously, as had we all, but there was something else, too.
She rushed across the room as Emily shut the door behind her. "Oh, Steve! Steve!" she began sobbing as I held her. I was bewildered to be honest. Something bad had happened to her which had snatched her away from us, her second family, me, my wife and our daughter. Her own mother had vanished from her life when she'd been a child, and cancer had taken her father when she'd been in her mid-teens.
She disengaged from me and said, with tears in her eyes, "Steve, I have something to tell you, something that will have you hating on me. Really, badly hating on me."
I shook my head, saying: "I'll never be able to hate you, Mary. Never."
She in turn shook her head. "What I tell you may just make you change your mind, Steve. You see, I had an affair with your wife."
Whoa! An affair? Between Mary and Sally? Talk about blindsided? So, that was the reason why Mary had vanished those four years ago?
I ushered Mary to the two comfortable easy chairs that were in a corner of my office. "Mary, your news has shocked me. But I don't hate you, at least not yet. Please could you tell me what happened? How the affair began?"
She trembled and then began to speak. "Stave, remember when you, Donna and Sally were supposed to have a long weekend at the lakes, but Sally couldn't make it in the end, because someone organized a long last-minute workplace meeting?"
I nodded, not saying anything. I'd forgotten about that. Sally had told Donna and myself that one of her colleagues in the school counseling department that she worked in had become worried about a new piece of state legislation, so he had called a meeting at the very last minute. In order to prepare for the meeting, Sally had decided to let Donna and myself go to the lakes by ourselves. Donna had asked Mary if she wanted to go, but she had a project to finish off for school, so it had changed to time for some Dad and Daughter bonding. It had been great, but it would have been better if Sally had been with us.
"Sally asked me to visit your house on that Friday. The meeting had taken place earlier that day. It hadn't taken long, just about half an hour. But it had been Sally who had called the meeting, not some colleague of hers as she'd told you.
"She had a couple of bottles of wine already open and breathing and she sat me down on the sofa. We began drinking the wine. She offered me a shoulder massage. It felt good and eventually she asked if I wanted her to use some massage oil? Of course, I agreed, but she said that I should take off my top because she didn't want to stain it with the oil.
"The next thing she suggested I dropped my bra straps to stop them interfering with the massage. Then... then she touched my breasts. I panicked. I didn't know what to do!
"But then she complimented me on my breasts and she gave me another glass of wine and I somehow felt more at ease, happier. Then she kissed me. I tasted the wine in her mouth and I suddenly felt energized and warm.
"She kissed my breasts, then she inserted her hand into my knickers, I tried to stop her, but I felt really weird. She began kissing me again and my resistance fell away. She found my clit and she started rubbing it. It felt different as to when a boy did it; she knew just what to do. What I wanted. I got really wet. She knew just what I wanted, what I needed. I suddenly came, it was very intense.
"Then I began to cry, I felt really guilty. I said: 'What about Steve? What have I done?' What have you done?
"She kissed my tears away, gave me a tissue and said, 'Don't worry about Steve. This has nothing to do with Steve and me, or Steve and you. I love my husband to pieces and I always will. This is between you and I. Don't worry about it, it will not impact on my marriage with Steve. He doesn't have to know about this. He doesn't need to know about this.'
"Then she started kissing me more aggressively and with more passion and eventually almost without any conscious effort on my part, your wife had my skirt up, my panties off and she had her tongue in my vagina. She tongued me to so many orgasms that eventually I was fully satiated and I had to beg her to stop.
