My name is Kitty, actually it's Katherine but my father gave me my nick name when I was a little girl. He used to cuddle me in his arms and I curled up like a kitten . I'm a big girl now, an executive VP for a major corporation, and I have heard some whisper behind my back and call me a cougar.
I'm forty eight years old and if I must say so myself I look pretty damn good for my age. Of course I have had a little surgical help along the way with a boob job and some Botox for a few of the wrinkles but the rest of me looks pretty much the same as when I got out of college. My husband Howard, who is a year older than I am, looks more like he is my father.
We both started working for the same company at the same time, I went into marketing and he into accounting. We met at a company picnic and married about two years later. It was more my choice than his, that we never had children. But even though he never was the world's greatest lover and he doesn't ring my bell anymore, we have been comfortable together. As long as he accepts my long absences for business, everything is fine.
Howard is a bean counter, he likes numbers and is happiest doing annual reports and balance sheets. He is the CFO who oversees the financial health of the company and he is the one who makes sure the company is profitable at the end of the year. As such, he is at home all the time, the opposite of me who is constantly scuttling from meeting to meeting, all over the country. He makes the home while I close the deals.
I'm a people person, I am the company closer. I'm the one who shows up at every negotiation to help close the deal. It's my job to make sure that guys on the other side of the table get reasonable and appreciate how generous our offer is and I am willing to do anything it takes to convince them.
I meet all kinds of people, CEOs, CFOs, union presidents and shop stewards, landlords and real estate agents, athletes and managers, sales representatives and you name it. If there is a contract to be signed, I get the call to help close the deal and believe me, I get the deal closed the way we want it.
Of course, over the years, I have come to enjoy certain types more that others, CEOs and athletes get me wetter than most. CEOs because these are the guys at the top of the pyramid and athletes because they are usually so young and virile. They get so many groupies that they just fuck hard and fast for their own pleasure and can go all night. The CEOs usually have egos big enough to fill a football stadium and I enjoy using my pussy to whittle them down to size.
My favorite CEO is Mike Henshaw. I met him when our firm was looking to buy a division that his company wanted to sell. I was called in to convince him that our offer was the best he was going to get and somehow we really clicked. Whenever I am in Pittsburgh or even nearby I always look him up even if there is no negotiation. Just over six feet tall and shoulders out to there. Graying at the temples and at fifty two still as slim waisted as he must have been in college. He is one guy I can't whittle. With his movie star good looks he is every woman's dreamboat and when I saw him last week, my bell went ding-a-ling just like it always does.
I met him in the lobby of the Hilton, downtown in the Golden Triangle. It was shortly before five o'clock, too early to go out for dinner. I greeted him with,
"It's good to see you again Mike."
"Even better to see you Kitty, you look more beautiful every time I see you."
"That kind of talk will get you everything you want."
"That's what I am hoping for. Anyway I am not hungry enough for dinner yet, why don't we go up to my suite? I have some champagne on ice and we can have a drink while we relax and catch up on ourselves."
One of the things I like about Mike is that everything around him is first class. The suite was gorgeous and the view of the three rivers was breathtaking as the day turned into evening. The champagne was crisp, cold and dry and his lips were cold when they first kissed mine. They were a lot warmer when he sucked on my nipple.
I had worn my business uniform, a tailored suit with no blouse under the jacket and a skirt a few inches above the knee. The jacket was tailored to show just enough cleavage to interest and distract any guy across the table but not enough to look sluttish. Mike had the two buttons open in an instant and the front clasp on my bra followed. My surgically enhanced tits stood proud on their own. I moaned when he suckled and I groaned when his insistent lips drew my nipples past the limit of their normal extension.
My fingers opened the button and the zipper on the side of my skirt and it fell to the floor. My hands then gripped his head as I directed his mouth from one tit to the other. I said,
"Stop, please Mike I don't want to cum before you do, let me suck you now."
I dropped to my knees in front of him and opened his pants as he removed his shirt. His cock was gorgeous. Not too big and not too small, I felt like Goldylocks. I took him in deep, into my throat and when I felt him tense up I released him and fell on my back.
"Fuck me, fuck me now, hard and fast." I demanded.
He did, plunging into my soaking cunt and erupting almost instantly. I responded in kind and the resulting climax was loud and explosive. When we came down from our highs we moved to the nearby sofa. He was sitting and I was stretched out with my head on his lap. He was playing with my tits and we spoke.
"You are a marvelous lover Kitty."
"You are too Mike, You know I never miss a chance to meet with you."
"Too bad you're married." he replied.
I turned my head and looked up at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing really, just wishful thinking."
"Mike, come on, is there something wrong between you and Claudia?"
"Yes. I just found out that that she has a lover. I just saw and heard the tapes of them together. I saw the way she submits herself to him and the way he uses her. I heard her revile and disparage me and tell him that she belongs to him. I don't know what hold he has over her but it shows she has no love or respect for me at all."
"Oh, Mike I am so sorry for you. I know we have something special between us but I still have feelings for Howard. He is like a pair of old shoes, not much to look at but so comfortable to be with. I'm not ready to give him up. Besides that, you know what I do, how can you overlook it?"
"Maybe it's time for you to retire Kitty, to take the time to be a real wife."
By then his cock was hard again against my cheek and we spent the rest of the night making love. Mike is a man accustomed to giving orders, he is the head honcho in his company. When he says jump, people ask, how high? Usually when I am fucking I am the one in the drivers seat but with him, when we are together like this, I am happy to take my directions from him. We didn't fuck, we made love and he had me cumming multiple times. It was glorious. The next morning nothing more was said about our conversation and I was on my way to my next assignment.
