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It was the text today. "home at 1730, u in?"-Jason The message I feared and wanted. This 45 yr. old woman then promptly went to the ladies room of the large legal firm that I manage 15 paralegals and had to think. A month ago, my husband a security "consultant" who travels had to leave unexpectedly aborting our weekend boat weekend and suggested that his assistant Jason take me out to the regatta in our 56' boat. Disappointed, I petulantly said ok. Of course, over the boating day I had to notice his young athletic ab prominent body guiding the boat out to a number of offshore clubs and amazingly he was not one of the military drones that work for my husband. I couldn't help but note the difference between my broad shouldered muscled husband at 57 against the slighter built but clearly athletic 30 something 5'8" Jason expertly guiding our boat through channels etc. I sunned, drank a bottle of champagne on the back deck and when we hit the first lakeside bar started the bloody mary's with abandon. Jason gently led me back to the boat and we finally arrived at our marina and docked. From there, food/drinks on our account and it was Jason who guided my unhappy self back to the boat. Morning? I awoke naked with Jason handing me coffee in the stateroom. He laughed, made jokes and with towel around I joined him uptop. And then the visions crashed in; my jamming my tongue in his mouth, a vague recall of his cock in my mouth, and some form of incredible frenzied fuck to screaming orgasm! My God, I was so embarassed. I went below as he navigated the boat from the dock and exchanged the towel for shorts and T shirt. We made light conversation until we docked at our marina and he gently kissed my cheek and attended to the boat stuff. I FLED to my car and raced home. The last weeks have been hell and I confess, I couldn't get the drunken images out of my mind. My husband returned the next week and I was a demanding woman and we had more sex in 2 wks. than we have had in the last six months! But again, he left for overseas and the last two weeks have been hell. Jason called and we met for a drink. Sitting at the bar next to him I WAS WET! Disjointed memories, but...
And then his text. I HAD TO KNOW WHAT I HAD OR DIDN'T OR WHATEVER! So, with his text I thought. I argued with myself, I went back and forward at mid afternoon I replied, "send me address". At 5pm, with office closing I went to the ladies room, and assessed. Dark short hair, 34b breasts encased in a business white blouse, and a black skirt at the knee. Not sexy. High heels good, though. Strap at ankle. This day I'm wearing the full "granny panties" and they had to go and did. Makeup touch up, open blouse, and appraisal. Not bad as I stand 5.7 but with personal trainer am fit not apologizing for the extra 10# from pasta love. Out the door I order a cab and proceed to Jason apt. Ring and he greets me at the door in towel around his waist (abs evident) and wet shaggy hair and says he doesn't expect me exactly 5:30? OK and I follow him in to his somewhat large apt. by Chicago standards. Elegant. Nonchalant, with towel, I sit at the mini bar where he shares he has a pitcher of "Cosmos" that he knows I like from our weekend. (no shit? I had never had one) He poured me and him one and I had no idea how to ask to dress? I gulped the drink nervous, he laughed and poured me again with his hair in the air and that towel barely doing its duty. Another sip (gulp)and I had to know. I walked around his little bar and almost in a trance dropped to my knees, fully clothed, and tugged the towel from his waist and confronted my drunken recollection. Not extremely large but PERFECT in shape, throbbing, and without one hair surrounding it. It was a moment lost and without one gesture promptly fed into my mouth. Eyes closed I sucked and then couldn't wait to run my tongue down its shaft to his hefty balls only to return to jam its now erect hardness into my mouth. No thoughts, no anything as I just wanted this cock in my mouth and face. I slavered over it until he groaned and out of nowhere I spun his narrow hips until I buried my face in his ass! No kissing, no licking as I wrapped my lips and tongue into his hard muscular ass. It was like kissing a lover. I sucked his asshole, tongued it, kissed it and opened my mouth wide to lick and penetrate with my tongue. I had never done that in my life! He turned and put his cock back in my mouth and I was a slobbering whore. He then took a handful of my short hair and raised me to feet. He stood naked, and I fully clothed. He kissed me hard and biting my earlobe said, "strip now". I couldn't get out of my jacket, blouse, bra, skirt, knee highs, heels fast enough. I almost fell with my shoes remove and he picked me up and carried to the bedroom. OMG the bed. No, he laughed and said the shoes off too. (tangled as thery were in stockings) I sat down and did exactly that and stood naked befor him. Before I could again drop to my knees that I wanted, he grabbed my hands and raised them above my head. He backed me against the double closed door and I found myself hanging from the door, restrained at the wrists. I then felt fear. But that vanished when he lifted me leg and entered me with that beautiful cock I came immediately. He fucked into me after my orgasm and I continued to come and come. Almost passing out, I begged him to let me make him come, he smirked and released the restraints over my hands above and pushed me to my knees. (my sweet Jason?) Jamming his cock in my mouth I tasted my own pussy juices (cunt would be a word to be learned later) and as I licked and felt his cock on my tired face, he then pushed his cock into my mouth and filled it with JETS of come. I couldn't swallow it all and slobbered out of mouth across my breasts but I felt so gratified that I had satisfied him like this. Only then, did he push my come cover face away and leave me sitting on the floor in front of his restraint closet. Cum soaked whore I felt like until I heard my husband's voice from the other room, "you like to fuck? you like to suck? then you will"!