As told by Lorraine, Married White Female, 48. Red hair, Green eyes 5'9, 145, 36C
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It happened so quickly. I guess many married lives seem to go by in a flash, but mine seemed over in an instant.
After 24 years of married life, I realized that the sex was almost non-existent. Joe didn't seem to care. Once a month or so, he'd get frisky, get his cock hard, and we'd move around in the dark until he got tired and shot into me, and I would lay there wondering, "Is this how it is with all marriages?"
I spoke to friends and most agreed, their sex lives were pretty much the same. Others suggested he was getting his action elsewhere.
When I was single, I was pretty hot, had men chasing after me, and me letting myself get caught. At 21, I had been with my share of men, and really enjoyed sex. Older, younger, married, single, but when it came time to settle down, I settled. Joe was handsome, hard-working, what we women marked as a good provider, and he was, through two kids, and 24 years. Times change.
As the sex became less-frequent, I let my mind drift back to old lovers, prior experiences, and my trusty vibrator, to get by. But it just wasn't enough.
Then, at Joe's company party, I met Tom. He was a new hiree, only there four months, and I hadn't seen him before on my trips to his office. Besides, Joe had sixty people working for him, so there were many I hadn't met.
Joe's a good boss. He has company picnics every summer, all on company expense. The Holiday party (being politically correct) was at a nice restaurant, and spouses were included but no kids.
We took Joe's car, arriving early to welcome staff, and I shot to the bar for a Stoli Martini with lots of olives. As I sipped it, a voice said, "If you eat all those olives, you'll ruin your appetite."
I looked across at him. Handsome smile, not glaring. Sky blue eyes. Over six feet tall, medium build, black pin-striped three piece suit, red tie, and one of those thin unshaven looks that wasn't quite a beard.
"The Stoli makes them disintegrate before they can stick, so I'll be fine."
He slid around the bar towards me. Mid-twenties, just older than my son. "I'm a Ketel One fan, myself. Hi, I'm Tom Olson." He smiled broadly and held out his hand.
I took it. "Is that the Vodka-du-jour, Tom?"
"Last year's model, I think. I always enjoyed something with a few years on it." He smiled at his own joke, and I knew he meant me. Time to take this man down a notch.
"Well, some older models come with extras they pick up over the years. I'm Lorraine Cassidy. I'm sure you know how to spell that."
Surprise registered, and he said, "As in Cassidy Insurance?"
"Exactly," I smiled back. "I hope your appreciation of the classics hasn't changed."
He shook my hand vigorously. "On the contrary! No offense, but the guys said you were good looking, but I didn't expect this!"
"Be careful, Tom, don't waste all your charm on me, I don't give out the raises, and who, by the way, are all the guys?"
"Oh, no, I can't give up my sources, but I will have to tell them to raise their enthusiasm when speaking of you!"
I took my hand back, just as Joe showed up.
"Lori, I have some people... oh, hi, Tom. I see you met Tom already, Dear, but I have some other new people you need to meet. Some brought their wives. Is the Mrs with you tonight, Tom?" "No, sir, I'm single." He looked at me with those blue eyes, and my heart fluttered like when I was a girl! I wouldn't give him any satisfaction.
"Oh, well," I said to Tom, "Maybe by next year, you'll come up with a date." As Joe led me away, I saw Tom toast me with his glass and smile.
I'm usually careful about my alcohol intake at these things, but I was bored, and the conversations with the wives was awful! All these suck-ups, trying to jockey for their husbands to move up the ladder, like I had anything to do with it.
Joe made sure that I had have membership at the club, along with a nice car and very broad expense account to keep me busy, but today that just didn't seem to be enough.
The Stolis were making me giddy, and Joe noticed and was making faces. "Honey, how many is that?" and "People are looking," became suggestions that it was time to go. I was bored anyway, so I said fine. Joe had a limo service available, so none of his employees had to drive home, and it was agreed I would be better off leaving. "Besides," Joe added, too casually, "I have a stack of papers back at the office and probably will work through the night, anyway. I'll see you in the morning."
Yeah, he'll be working, working on that blond slut from Accounting. i bet she'll be taking a pounding for a bonus check tonight!
I got my fur from coat check, and someone held it for me, as I slid into it. "Hmmm, thanks, it's cold out there!" I shivered at the thought.
"I'm sure the limo is already nice and warm for us." I turned to see Tom turning up his collar on the overcoat. "They said we were both going in the same direction. I hope you don't mind sharing..."
