He was retired now, but once upon a time, they had called him the wolf. He was the best at his business. He traveled everywhere his country needed him to be, and put his life on the line repeatedly it had kept him single and alone and a wolf is a pack animal one that needs companionship.
Finally at fifty, he was back in the states, working at a desk job, still alone but now in a position to finally open up his heart to the possibilities of a different life.
Martin Nelson, was handsome, he was whippet thin, all muscled, still ran five or more miles a day and often swam that much as well. He had a full head of curly black hair only slightly peppered with gray and piercing silver-gray eyes. He was over six foot tall and even in a city as large as Chicago he turned the heads of women from their first blush of sexuality to the last late bloomers he radiated such masculine confidence. They seemed to feel in their bones that he knew how to make them happy.
Martin however was in a holding pattern, alone for so many years he didn't really know how to connect with someone for a real relationship. Fate stepped in with a helping hand, although he thought it a disaster at the time. Theresa, his secretary broke her leg skiing and was replaced by Margaret.
The new assistant was in her late forties. She was a vibrant full of life Italian. A little overweight, just barely five foot five, with a merry laugh and a view of the world that constantly amazed the man who had seen the worst and didn't always recognize the good.
Soon he found himself anxious to get to work, to tell Margaret of something he had read, or seen, not quite understanding the pull this wonderful humorous woman had on him. It was his birthday and they had been working together for almost six months, when Margaret invited him out to lunch.
They went to a small Italian restaurant where they treated her like family and brought their meal without asking what they wanted.
Martin started to explain he only ate certain things. It was then that Margaret, pulled loose a piece of garlic bread and fed it to him and then pushed her fingers slightly into his mouth to be licked clean. She followed this by sipping her wine and then leaning over to kiss him Happy Birthday, and he found himself with the wine she had just sipped and her tongue buried deep inside his mouth.
He gave up as he felt the warmth of her action radiate through his body. He felt his heart beat faster, and his cock twitch as for the first time in ages he opened his eyes and really looked at a woman.
This voluptuous sexy woman was obviously seducing him and he suddenly realized he was ready to be seduced. He picked up his wine, drank some and kissed her back.
Margaret grinned, and let her hand slide down his body over his trousers and let it lay softly in his lap on top his growing bulge.
"Should we get lunch to go Martin? My home is only a block away and I have a present for your birthday there."
He nodded and suddenly they were on their way. He felt like a teenager on his way to lose his virginity, it had been so long since he had human sexual contact. He was hot, he was ready, and he wanted it worse than he had wanted anything in a long time.
Looking deeply into Margaret's eyes as they walked to her house door, he was surprised to see a reflection of something like fear in her eyes. "Margaret," he asked, " have I mistook this for something it isn't?"
She reached and pulled his head down to her and pulling him close kissed him almost senseless, as her hands wandered down and caressed his growing bulge with a proprietary air. "I want this, I have since I meet you six months ago. Does that answer your question Martin?"
He could only nod as they stepped into her lovely lakefront home. He could see the water through the sliding doors at the rear of the home from the front door.
"This is beautiful Margaret" he pulled her into the great room to look out at a passing freighter. "Should we slow this down, eat our food and talk you have overwhelmed me with sensations."
She nodded, "If that is what you want Martin." She slipped into the kitchen to put the pasta in the microwave, and open up some wine she had chilling in the fridge. She then as he stood and admired her front yard views, went into the bedroom and changed into something far more seductive than her office attire.
Returning to him with the wine, he was startled to see her now dressed in beautiful wine red silk lingerie loose enough to slip over her womanly curves and tight enough to accentuate them. She had loosened her hair, and the long lovely black curls now cascaded almost to her ass.
He felt his cock growing at the sight of her breasts now unencumbered by any restrictions, nipples hard and rubbing against the silken cloth.
He reached out and his hands curved under them and his thumbs automatically flicked gently across their peaks. Softly sighing from his attention, she carefully set their wine down; she had other plans to occupy her hands.
She unzipped his trousers and reached in to free his growing cock from its trousered prison. Carefully pulling it into the air, she softly said "Your cock is beautiful Martin, as she sunk to her knees and captured it into her wet and oh so ready mouth.
He ran his hands up into her now loose hair pulling her closer, and groaned as her lips sucked him gently in and her tongue bathed him in hot delicious wetness.
"Margaret," his hips followed his words as he pushed in deeper, "Oh Margaret," her hands slid around his body and having loosened his buttons tugged his trousers to the ground. She let him escape her mouth long enough to also rid him of his boxers which were now pooled around his ankles.
Immediately with that accomplished she again wrapped him in her hot, wet and wanting mouth. She never let her tongue or her hands be idle as she sucked, slurped, and gently bit and teased at all those most sensitive spots. She gloried at the way he engorged to stretch her mouth almost to breaking and grew until he was almost nine inches long. With both her hands around his staff she was thinking how good he would finally feel encased in her wet and waiting treasury of love.
Leaving his head, she wet his entire staff and then gently moving it aside picked up his balls and sucked them one by one into the inferno that was her mouth gently nibbling on them and stretching them out. At the same time her fingers wet from her activities played below them, and around his small tight ass. Finally, she wiggled one small finger into his puckered most secret of holes, and went gently after his prostate. She felt his balls tighten up and the pulsing of his cock and knew he was close and as she pushed gently on his most secure gland he poured his offerings into her waiting mouth. Once, twice and then again, she happily sucked it all down and then gently licked him clean and hard again as he slumped against her windows almost unable to stand.
Finally, she stood up and reached out a hand to him in his bedazzled state. She led him to a large overstuffed sofa near the windows and gently pushed him down onto the seat cushions. That done, she went to the fireplace and turned it on, saying "A fire is always nice don't you think Martin? This had all the advantages. The best part is it's a gas log fireplace all the romance and no mess."
She retrieved their wine and sat near him handing him his glass. Now it was time to wait and see what happened next plainly now it was his move. He gulped his wine like a man coming in from the desert and then pulled her to him and smiled.
"Was that my birthday present or is there more to come on this surprising day?"
She grinned and stretched like a cat waking up from a nap one that had just eaten her favorite snack.
"Do you want more and what more do you want?"
He pulled her up, and had her naked before the thought was fully out of her mouth. She found his mouth wrapped around one nipple, his hand the other as he picked her up and walked down her hallway. He gently kicked doors open until he found the room he desired.
