Several readers have recently written me. I love to read the majority of notes, but you learn to take the good with the bad. I have to admit the notes that are insulting are, well, insulting, but then the very thoughtful notes make looking at some of the "bad" ones worth it. Thanks to all.
A couple guys asked what I have been up to, and quite frankly the job has been all-encompassing. There have been some layoffs and those of us remaining have more work to do.
That's not unusual these days, as I have friends underemployed and unemployed. I'm happy to have a job.
Many of the notes referred to my former boss and current boyfriend Lin. We've been together 9 years, living parallel lives as public knowledge of our situation would cause pain. Still, we see each other regularly. He has a wife and kids, I have a new boyfriend, and somehow we have the inclination and the time to get together and maintain our relationship.
It has been made more difficult recently. Several months back we were nearly caught by his wife. Not in the act, but via credit card receipts.
Over the years we'd been naughty in the car and at the park and had actually been caught in the act, but his wife never knew a thing. Then, like Al Capone getting caught on a tax rap, we were nearly busted.
He'd bought me some sexy unmentionables at The Secret, and the dumb ass used his credit card. His wife found the receipt and nearly caused World War Three. The only saving grace was that I knew, as his former secretary, that he was basically a dunce at times. So when he gave me the gift I made sure he went back and bought his wife something slinky and naughty as well.
So when he was confronted with the receipt, he had a story. He ultimately stormed out of the room and brought back her gift, making her feel stupid. But some of the truths she threw his way – coming home late from work, disappearing here and there on the weekends, and so forth did strike close to home.
We cooled it, becoming very careful on when and where we met.
It turns out the real focus of Lin's wife's suspicions was his new secretary. A young 22-year-old who dressed on borderline inappropriateness and who always seemed to be flirting with any male caught the attention of his wife. I know, because I was a bit taken back as well when I met her. How's that, a wife and a mistress both upset with the looks of a new secretary?
Lin of course talked about Amber's strong secretarial skills, but I know I wondered about her oral talents. If Lin sampled some of that – he has no willpower – then I'd be pissed.
So it was that Lin wasn't a total duffus. He calmly said she was a secretary in love with her boyfriend and that while she was enticing I was the object of his affections. I don't know where that left his wife, but it calmed my nerves.
It's funny, I was speaking at a work function with a friend. She was talking about a co-worker, Mrs. Vincent, whose husband had passed away. She was in her 50s, like Lin, and she was seeing a guy in his early 30s, like me, and just couldn't accept the fact that an age was a number and sometimes it was meant for people to be together.
"She must be putting out more than she ever did, because he (boyfriend) loves to get between the sheets," snarled Cindy. "He's always after pussy."
I wondered how she knew, then it came to be, she must have been dating him at some point.
She must have been reading my mind. "Uh huh....he likes to have a finger up his derriere, and he really likes to do it in the car. We did it everywhere....he's a slut!" said Cindy with a smile. "Actually, he can be a jerk, and I just don't see Mrs. Vincent humping late at night down at Crum Creek Park."
Damn, that hit close to home, as Lin and I had made out at the Park numerous times, and I must have given him a couple dozen blow jobs there over the years. I wondered if Cindy had been in another car giving head while I was in a nearby car doing the same. Maybe it really is a small world. And of course I wondered if she was constantly after her guy like I was always seeking satisfaction from Lin. Just saying.
Shaking my head, we moved on to other conversations, but I thought it ironic she had a "problem" with the age difference not knowing the love of my life was just shy of 20 years my senior too.
In any event, Lin was special to me, and we had evaded getting caught by his wife, and that was a good thing.
What helped even more was a staged meeting at the Mall. He had met his wife there after work for a little shopping outing, while I met my current boyfriend just because. When we each ran into each other, the guys holding our hands, Lin suggested we stop at a kiosk for coffee. There we talked about this and that before going our separate ways.
Ever the planner, Lin had planned a quick meeting for he and I after his wife and my boyfriend left.
"That was good, our meeting," explained Lin. "She saw you with Alexander and that cooled her jets. I have to say, though, your rubbing his leg was a nice touch. She remarked when I walked her to her car that you two needed a room."
Laughing, I casually replied. "Yes I needed a room, but it would be you and me. It's been weeks, Lin, since we've done it. I am so hot for you."
"Me too," said my former boss. "But she's expecting me home within the hour. We can't tonight."
Shrugging my shoulders, I reminded him that we'd fooled around quickly in the past and I was willing right now.
"You are speaking my language, Robyn, let's get to the car."
Mine was closer so we got into the front seat and began making out. We were into a heavy kissing session, his hand underneath my sweater alternating caresses of my breasts and my rubbing his leg like I had Alexander earlier in the evening. I could feel the twitching in his pants as I circled his crotch.
We were brought to reality by several hoots from some guys walking nearby. "Get a room!" was the cat call. Don't I wish!
They really couldn't see anything, but it was unnerving. We had to find a better place that the level of the parking garage that was adjacent to the movie theater, obviously. That bit of bad planning was solved when we drove up two levels, and parked near the ramps away from the stairwells before getting back to the business at hand.
The thing is, we both relished our quick interludes. Some probably say quickies, but whatever you call it was quick and to the point satisfaction. This day I knew Lin only had a short bit of time with me before he had to get off to his wife, and I realized someone could walk past at any moment. So to keep the objective in mind I began stroking his cock while looking around the lot. Nothing was moving but my hand.
"Oh, Robyn, that feels so good, your hand feels great," said my former boss.
It was hot, stroking him off in the parking garage. He was rocking but didn't seem to be close to orgasm, so I asked if he'd need some hand cream to increase the sensations. He nodded, and I reached into my purse while stroking that hard cock. Soon I had added the cream and the motions brought groans from my guy.
