first in a long time
I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I don't know if I'll attend, but it got me thinking about the
incredible changes in my life between then and now. Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a
medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure
and a virgin -- the perfect product of 12 years in Catholic schools! Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted
with me, and a few asked me out. I went, but I guess the fact that I didn't put-out got around and the dates became fewer
and fewer. The company had a tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on their birthday. On my eighteenth birthday,
in November, my roses were accompanied with an invitation to lunch with Robert, a vice-president, at one of the nicest
restaurants in town. Nervous but so easily impressed, of course, I accepted. The restaurant was on the top floor of a
downtown hotel. As we were walking to the elevators, Robert led me to a seating alcove in the lobby. We sat down and he
gently held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. "Theresa, you already know my style is very direct, but I don't want
that to overshadow what I'm about to say." He paused and smiled at me, "I really care for you." I started to ask him what he
was talking about, and he shushed me with his finger, "My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a business
proposition to you. This proposition results from the fact that I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the day you
were hired, and I've never had to deal with such an obsession before. I have reserved a room upstairs, and if you permit me
to make love to you today, and on a regular basis, you will begin our sales training program next Monday. You know what
that could mean to your lifestyle." Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant. I was making $9800 a year,
living at home, brownbagging my lunch and taking the bus to work. In sales, within a year, I could be making maybe three
times my present salary. "Mr. _____, I'm very flattered, and very tempted, but I don't have affairs. In fact, I'm still a virgin
and I'd like to stay that way until my wedding night." I knew I sounded corny and lame and less than convincing. Robert
smiled, "Theresa, I can be very gentle. Let's have lunch. Think about what I said and you can either accept my proposal or
forget we ever had this conversation. Your refusal would not affect your present position or promotion potential. You have
my word on that." At the best and most expensive lunch I had ever had, but not tasted, I thought about making a real living
in sales. On a personal note, I admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive -- 45-ish, trim, salt-and-pepper hair, a
great dresser, and, in my experience, always the total gentleman. He was certainly a more attractive person (looks,
personality, and class) than any other boy or man I had ever dated. I also wondered why I was making such a big deal
about being the last virgin in America on her wedding night. After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to
Robert's question, we went to the hotel room and I have never regretted my decision. That afternoon, Robert was kind and
gentle; I was shy and embarrassed. He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching as he went. When I was naked, Robert
devoured me with his eyes and hands and tongue. I couldn't believe that it was happening. Prior to that afternoon, the
farthest I had ever gone was a few short wrestling matches with teenage boys in the back of cars. In a few minutes, Robert
had my body glowing like never before and tingling to his every touch. After almost an hour of his attentions, he moved his
head down between my legs. I almost pushed him away, but I had enjoyed everything he had done to me up to then, I tried
to relax as he spread my thighs open wide. I could feel his nose in my pubic hair and then his tongue pushing between my
wet pussy lips. I surrendered to him completely when he sucked my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm in my
life. It swept through me and I'm sure I nearly passed out from its intensity. I was just coming down from its height when
Robert reached a hand up to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers. I began to climax all
over again. When I finally finished coming, Robert wrapped the blanket around me and cradled me in his arms as I fell
asleep. Robert was smiling at me when I awoke, "Theresa, now I'd like to make love to you." He had finished undressing
while I slept, and he placed my hand on his penis. I was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it, and for the next
half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it and then lick it, and finally, how to suck it. I soon became very adept in
the art of cocksucking, but that first afternoon I was tentative and unsure. He was patient and passionate. Robert eventually
rolled me over on to my back and knelt between my thighs, "Relax, Dear. I want you to enjoy this, too." And I did. I felt my
pussy lips spread around his penis as he slowly and gently inserted it. He felt huge and hot and powerful. Then, I felt the
resistance and he pushed ever so slowly until, with a sharp, quick pain, my virginity was gone forever and I was being
fucked. The pain became a dull ache and I soon began to enjoy the feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of me. He
dropped his face to my breasts, sucking first one, and then the other, of my nipples into his hot mouth. I began to move;
lifting my hips to meet his downward thrusts. Quickly, I was nearing orgasm again, and Robert smiled down on me, "I am
going to come with you, this time, Dear." And he did. Robert drove me home after 10:00pm that first night, and, from that
night became a regular but very private part of my life. True to his word as always, I began intensive sales training the
following Monday morning, the youngest prospect in the corporation's history. As fate would have it, I'm very good at sales
and I love it. I've been very successful for the company and for me (last year I made just a few dollars over six-figures).
Robert and I continued our affair, meeting 3 or 4 times a week in the afternoons and eventually, he rented a tiny efficiency
apartment that's full of satin sheets, sex toys, costumes, and little silky things. Robert also personally arranges the business
trips and convention excursions, and we share a room whenever possible. I've never told another person about Robert, and
he says I'm his little secret, too. We accept it for what it is and don't look for it to be more than what it can be. We feel quite
affectionate for one another; it's much more than just sex, and there's no need for a commitment. He's married, a wonderful
lover, and safe, having had a vasectomy years ago. And what a teacher he's been! Robert and I have tried almost everything
we have seen or heard about -- bondage (I enjoy being tied up), spanking (I don't care for it, but Robert really gets into it,
sometimes), costumes, vibrators, sex creams, videos and sometimes, just plain sex. I have always done whatever he has
asked of me in bed, and almost always enjoyed it. Robert will soon be 56 years old and I marvel at his stamina. Still one of
his favorite positions is to straddle my chest, slop a jelly or oil between my large tits and fuck them. He says his orgasm is
always intense as he watches his cum spurt out of him and into my open mouth and onto my pretty face. Probably the
hardest thing for me to deal with is my relationship with Robert and the fact that I've been happily married for the last four
years. I met my husband, Chip, five years ago and almost ended my affair with Robert. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. It
meant too much to me and didn't interfere with any other part of my life. It was for me and for Robert, and I couldn't give
him up. After worrying about it for weeks, I adopted the same position with Chip as with everyone else -- my time with
Robert just didn't exist outside of our apartment. Probably the most perverse thing I've ever done is share my wedding day
with Robert because I wanted it to be special for him, too. The ceremony was scheduled for 6:00pm, so the first thing I did
on the morning of my wedding day was take my gown to our little apartment. I called Robert to tell him to meet me there,
and before he arrived, I dressed in only my veil, gown and high heels. When Robert opened the door, I slowly raised my
dress until my naked cunt was exposed. With a growl, he pushed me back on to the bed, ripped his zipper down and
shoved his already-hard cock into my cunt in one hard push. He came in seconds. As Robert caught his breath, I began to
lick his warm, wet cock clean. He was soon hard again and positioned me on my hands and knees. Still in my veil, gown
and heels, Robert threw my dress up over my back and knelt behind me, slowing pushing himself into my wet pussy.
"Theresa, I love you all the more for this wedding treat you've given me. I've thought about what I want to do and decided
that I don't want you to be a virgin anywhere in your body tonight." With that, he removed his wet prick from my pussy and
pressed its head between my ass cheeks. We had never had anal sex before, but I knew that that was what Robert wanted,
now. I did what I could to ease his entry, but it was still a tremendous pressure until he was completely inside of me. We
soon found our rhythm and I eventually enjoyed my first ass-fuck. When he finished, I dressed in my street clothes and
returned home. I never told anyone where I went that morning, but I laugh because one of my maiden aunts convinced the
rest of the family that I must have taken my gown to the rectory, to have it blessed by a priest! Robert had a surprise of his
own in store for me. As I was changing to leave the reception that night, Robert slipped into the room and into me for a
quickie. I licked him clean and we both hurried back outside. About a half-hour later, as Chip was entering me for his very
first time, I thought it appropriate that my cunt was already full of Robert's sticky cum and my mouth still tasted of him.
Except for the wedding reception and one recent incident, Robert and I never do anything to jeopardize our marriages or
our professional standing. We limit our contact to the office, trips, our apartment and rare social events. It was at one of
these social events that I misbehaved to the total satisfaction of both of us. Chip and I were hosting a large Memorial Day
Bar-B-Q and Robert and his wife were there. Mid-afternoon, I told Chip I just had to show Robert a problem I wanted him
to work on. I led Robert into the den and closed the door behind us. "So, what's this big problem, Theresa?" Robert asked
as he reached for my tits. I laughed and fell to my knees, opening his shorts and sucking his hardening cock into my mouth.
In seconds he was hard and I dropped my shorts and panties and bent over Chip's desk. Robert rammed his cock up my
cunt and proceeded to give it a vigorous pounding. I was grunting with every hard shove and soon began a wonderful
orgasm. Robert soon followed and we quickly rearranged ourselves and rejoined the party. Chip kissed my cheek and
asked if Robert solved my problem so quickly. I giggled, feeling Robert's cum squishing in my cunt, "Darling, you should
know I'd only give him something he could handle in a few minutes! This is a party!" Don't ask me what's going to happen.
Chip is talking about having children. Robert is talking about retiring. And I've had a very attractive offer to join a very large
company. But I just can't think about my afternoons without Robert.
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