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A Difficult Confession

By: 99_percent_oral



Author's Note: This narrative is related in the voice of the woman who told it to me.

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How, in a span of three months, does a happily married, mid-forties executive find herself seduced by a man less than half her age? What would make her risk so much only to be embarrassed and humiliated? I don't claim to have answers to those questions. I only have my story.

What answers there are, lie, partially at least, in my past. Perhaps the answers are all there. Let me begin.

My name is Ellen. I'm told I am very pretty. Certainly men have always stared...and approached. I'm about five feet two and one hundred and ten pounds. I have breasts but they often go unnoticed unless I go without a bra. My best physical feature is my legs and most desirable is my mouth.

I climax extremely easily which, coupled with my appearance assured that sex would be an important, and sometimes disturbing part of my life. My first orgasm got me sent to the school nurse who sent me home where I was taken to the doctor. A movie star handsome substitute teacher induced a heated flow that I attempted to staunch by squeezing my vaginal muscles and, voilà, instant climax.

"She spazzed out," the classmate assigned to accompany, lest I have another episode, me told the school nurse. I tried to describe what happened but couldn't. To this day, other than saying "something beyond physical pleasure," I have no idea how to adequately put an orgasm into words.

Looking back, I'm sure everyone suspected epilepsy. I explained as best I could to my mother and the doctor but left out anything to do with the sensational contractions I experienced. Guilty knowledge, I suppose, even at that age. That night, in bed, began the long journey that's led to the events of this story and, hopefully, my catharsis in its telling.

In high school, boys frightened me. I discovered they could kiss me to climax. I fought to keep from cumming but it was so difficult. Quickly, spasms would wrack my body. "What's wrong with you?" my dates would ask.

I could masturbate to orgasm by the rhythmic contractions of my thigh and vaginal muscles. I tried using my fingers or objects but nothing was as satisfying as the method I'd used for my first orgasm. I could masturbate, undetected, virtually anywhere and delighted in doing so.

I discovered sucking cock in college and found it added immeasurably to my pleasure as I "jerked myself off." I've heard women say that they can cum just from sucking cock. That's not true for me but I do cum while giving a blowjob. I do it by contracting the muscles in and around my groin. I never touch or finger myself. Not that I can't climax from my own or a partner's digital manipulation. It's just that those methods don't produce the same quality of contractions.

There are also things involving the man and involving the cock that excite me a lot and push me rapidly to orgasm.

To begin with I get very excited about having a cock in my mouth. I can actually feel a man's heartbeat through his penis. Not only that but there are changes in hardness, size, and shape that I can detect with my mouth. I don't think I have any special sensory ability with my mouth but I do have a lot of experience. 

The man's reaction to what I'm doing is also additional stimulation. Just feeling the movement of a penis in my mouth seems to directly stimulate me vaginally. It doesn't lead to orgasm by itself but always makes me tremendously excited. 

The vast majority of my orgasms occur as the man starts cumming. I like to pull the penis out so that the head just sits on my tongue as he ejaculates. Cum feels very hot on the tongue and that first spurt is always very motivating. Also, feeling the penis getting rock hard just prior to him cumming is a lead in to my own orgasm. 

I think that prior to the actual blowjob, the anticipation is a huge part of the building excitement. I like giving head on my knees best. It makes me feel somewhat subservient, a feeling that, strangely, I find. I don't know how else to explain it.

I think I knew almost immediately that I had met my (first) husband when a jock-type guy kissed me at a party a few months into our freshman year. By the third kiss, I had already climaxed in his arms.

Boyd and I embarked on an amazing journey of sexual adventure and debauchery. In addition to our own unrestrained activities when we were alone, we also joined other couples, and sometimes singles, in more secretive, swinging, get togethers.

We were out of control nineteen-year-olds and we didn't care. We were having too much fun and believed we were in love. Boyd proposed and I accepted. Our parents opposed the idea and threatened to defund our educations. We defied them with a certainty reserved only for the young.

We both found menial jobs and a meagerly furnished apartment off campus. Gradually, we drifted away from the college crowd. Our sexual activities became even more outrageous. My boss asked me to pose in a bikini for the company calendar. I said I would if he gave me a raise. I even let him take a few naked pictures with the understanding they were for his private use only.

I jumped into bed with every halfway desirable guy at work, including the boss, who was married. By "jumping into bed" I mean, for the most part, I went down on them. The really, really hot ones got to fuck me too, but mostly I was in it for the blowjobs.

Boyd and I began getting invited to parties with older couples in their twenties and thirties. We were prized for our youth, attractiveness, and adventurousness. I loved getting double-teamed, having two guys hot for me at the same time. I'd take one in my pussy and one in my mouth. I came over and over again as they spit roasted me from both ends. The only demand I made was they had to cum in my mouth. Once the first guy dumped his load, the second guy would take his place between my eager lips. I loved it if the guy in recovery played with my tits while his friend fed me his cum.

I did other things too, like letting three guys penetrate me simultaneously or letting a woman eat my pussy after her husband had cum in it. But my favorites were those doubles, or just a simple guy-standing-me-kneeling BJ. To this day, I love being on my knees feeling my husband's legs buckling as he shoots his cum in my mouth.

For nearly three years, Boyd and I chased sexual pleasure like the addicts we were before the cracks in our marriage began to form. Boyd saw our former classmates beginning to graduate and he fretted that we had been stupid to waste our opportunity. I was having way too much fun to change. Boyd enrolled in college in another city and moved away.

I have no idea how much longer I might have been contented just drifting had Boyd not left me. That he dumped me was a tremendous blow to my ego and I think that shocked me more than anything else. Determined to show Body he'd misjudged me, I went back to school as well. I think I still loved Boyd but we never got back together.

I became a psychology major. They say that psych students are really trying to understand is themselves. That was definitely true with me.

I continued attending swinging parties while pursuing my degree. I was addicted to sex. As a pretty, single woman I was a prized commodity. I began receiving invitations to more upscale events. That's when I began hooking up with Dan, my future (second and present) husband.

I had met Dan and his wife Donna at several parties when Boyd and I were together. Dan was twelve years older than me, and some hotshot young lawyer. His wife was a knockout and bisexual. She was the woman who ate Dan's cum from my pussy.

Dan was a handsome, hulking man who was somewhat under endowed. That's why I liked him. As a cocksucker, I don't enjoy larger men as much as more vaginally oriented women do. His dick was a lovely size for swallowing. Dan appreciated that I sought him out often and that I was young and beautiful.

He also enjoyed watching Boyd fuck Donna almost as much as Donna did...especially if I was going down on him while he watched. After Donna had eaten me a couple of times, she started asking me to return the favor. I was reluctant but with the three of them ganging up on me I did it.

Boyd fucked Donna hard and long before popping off inside her. Donna spread her legs wide for me (and the men) to see. Her cunt was a slick, cummy mess. Pearly streaks were oozing from inside her pussy and running down the crack of her ass.

I moved my face closer and could smell the familiar odor or Boyd's semen. Smell in the most evocative of the senses and I became turned on to a degree. I could also smell the mixture of Donna's juices and they had the opposite affect.

I pushed my face forward and began licking at the white streaks of cum that decorated her labia. I started manipulating Donna's pussy lips, trying to turn her cunt inside out to make sure I got any semen hiding there. I even tongued between the crack of her ass and in and around her budded sphincter in my quest to do the job thoroughly.

Donna loved it and the guys were completely mesmerized. They all told me none had ever seen anything hotter. It was all right but nothing I was eager to do again. It's just not as exciting to me to turn on a woman, even one as beautiful as Donna, as it is turning on a man.

I had taught myself to deep throat and all the guys loved that. It did nothing for me but I like their reactions and offered it frequently.

Dan convinced me his marriage was on the rocks and he and I began seeing each other privately. We also attended parties as a couple, without his wife. By the time I graduated, they had separated and Dan and I were dating openly.

I really got lucky out of college and landed a job with an IT firm specializing in the Internet. The business was exploding and the little firm that had brought me in to organize their course offerings and training materials was doubling every six months. Knowledgeable, motivated consultants are the lifeblood of service businesses like ours and I quickly had a department reporting to me. 

Promotions were being handed out like penny candy in those days and I was soon the head of employee development. After seven phenomenal years, growth slowed. The head of human resources was lured away by one of the Fortune Fifty companies. I was completely shocked when the CEO asked me to become the vice president of HR. I was twenty-nine.

Between stock ownership and options it seemed like I had more money than God. When the tech bubble burst, I lost a lot but still came out a very wealthy woman. Our company had more than 9,000 employees in 39 states. I had hired most of its executives.

Dan and I were married when his divorce became final. He was elected a city judge and eventually appointed to the federal bench. We continued our wanton ways but our group of friends had become more exclusive and its activities more discreet.

Over time, Dan took a less active, more observant role at parties. He told me he loved watching me enjoy myself with others. Eventually he stopped having sex with other women all together, attending parties just to socialize and watch me blow some of the guys. When I was forty, we finally stopped attending parties.

Occasionally, we might invite one of the old group over to have sex with me while Dan watched. From the beginning we agreed that each of us would have the freedom to see others for sexual satisfaction only. Dan and I started out on fairly even footing (given a woman has a much easier finding agreeable partners than a man does), but in this area, too, I was to desire and achieve a much higher rate of partnering than Dan was.

After forty, I still saw a few men on the side but it seemed that the wildness of youth phase of my life was coming to a close. For the past two years, for the first time in my life, I've lived monogamously.

Now you are up to date.

The puzzling part of my story began when I acquired a secret admirer of sorts at work. He was a co-op student from a prestigious college and a family friend of our company CEO. He was almost twenty-two and his name was Mick. The boss assigned me to personally oversee his internship and act as his informal mentor. I found out from friends that he was asking a lot of questions about me. A spark of rumor in our office builds quickly into a conflagration and when I got teased about my new "boyfriend" I started digging into what was going on. 

From what I was able to determine, he made the statement that I was "hot." I could also tell by the way he looked at me that he was enamored. He looked exactly like that oh-so-good-looking substitute French teacher whose very image induced my first orgasm. That he excited me should have sent me running but I'd turned forty-four recently and was in desperate need of an ego boost. I decided to string him along a little.

For the first month, things moved slowly. I'd occasionally get the "your boyfriend looks nice today" winks from some of the other female managers. I heard that he talked a lot about how "beautiful" I was and about his interest in me. I admit it was flattering.

I deliberately showed little interest in him but, to be honest, would sometimes wear my skirts a little shorter on days I knew we'd have a coaching session. I thought it was cute how he tried to be with me or around me every chance he got. Ann, a colleague, came over with her tray to sit with me at lunch one day and teased "Are you saving this seat for Mick?" I guess his infatuation was noticeable to a lot of people. 

At the time I didn't have any more interest in Mick than I did anyone else at work that happens to worship the ground I walk on (just teasing). He was nice and very good-looking but I told myself my interest stopped there. If I had been single or looking for an affair, things would have be a lot different. I was neither so I really didn't see a reason to give him any hope that anything would ever happen.

What's funny is that I didn't dare tell Dan about him. Dan would insist that I flirt with the guy. I didn't think that would be fair since I didn't anticipate anything ever happening. Mick did date and I felt certain he would soon fall in love with a young girl his own age and I'd be only a memory. At the time, I think he hoped I'd be his Mrs. Robinson. 

Mick told me he moved into a new apartment and, more than once, asked if I'd help him with the curtains. I didn't give him an answer either way. I'm sure he was thinking more about the rod in his pants than those for the window treatments.

By the end of the month I was thinking more about Mick than was healthy. I had probably become a bit infatuated with him myself. Honestly, I was drawn more by the attention he gave me than him personally. Women generally spend a lot of time on our appearance, to make ourselves attractive. Most of it is for our own self-esteem. In cases like my own, we are not out trying to attract men for sex or a partner. We already have that at home. We like looking good because it makes us feel good about ourselves. The problem is that all too often our efforts go unnoticed. Then someone like Mick comes along and notices. That makes us feel good. 

As I've gotten older, I tended to appreciate someone noticing even more. A common joke with women is that once your age becomes a larger number than your chest size, it's over. Don't get me wrong, Dan gave me plenty of compliments but it isn't the same as having another man take notice of me. When that person was a much younger man it reaffirmed that I still "had it." Mick made me feel that way and I was eating it all up. That was why others were taking notice. 

I still hadn't told Dan much about Mick. I mentioned him initially but didn't bring him up much after that. I knew Dan would want me to flirt with Mick and see if I could get him to go farther. I know Dan too well. He would likely be more than OK if I gave Mick a quick blowjob. I didn't want Mick to become a subject in our bedroom. Work was also part of it; things could get sticky there. The biggest problem though was Mick himself. 

This statement may sound strange but believe me it is very true. If I were absolutely sure I would be just another notch on Mick's bedpost, I actually would have encouraged him more. I got the feeling though that he might be looking for something more than a casual sexual relationship. That was a big problem for me. 

My thinking at the time was once I got to know more about him and felt safe enough to know he wouldn't be a threat to my marriage, I would tell Dan and let him nudge me into more flirting with Mick. Until I knew that, things needed to sit where they were. 

Mick was more than a little cocky and I thought he was confident that his charms would eventually win me over. He would never win me over I knew but he might just get his rod up one day. Being rebuffed didn't deter Mick. He kept trying. He would go completely out of his way to talk with me. I loved the attention. 

One thing I had always found exciting was the freshness of a new relationship. I enjoyed having little talks with Mick where he'd ask about me and tell me about himself. I'm a little ashamed to say I found it exhilarating to again experience that feeling of being desirable and having a new man vie for my affections. It brought to mind the song lyric that "love, like youth, is wasted on the young." No, I wasn't in love with Mick and never would be. I did like the feeling of having someone new want me.  

By the middle of the second month of Mick's internship things turned briefly stressful at home. It was really the most minor of things. Dan had always been a huge sports fan. Over the weekend his favorite college and professional football teams lost. Even at his age, that still upsets him. To top things off, Dallas won and he hates the Cowboys. As they say, there was no joy in Mudville. 

There was also some pressure on Dan at work and he had not been in any kind of a mood for sexual activity. He really took all of that too seriously and that left me seriously horny. 

Mick was becoming even friendlier at the same time. I let it slip about Dan's bad weekend. He offered to help cheer me up by buying me dinner with some pleasant company...him. I only said that I would let him know. He didn't know it but I was seriously thinking about saying yes.

The next day, Mick sought me out. He didn't ask me to dinner again. Instead he asked if there was anywhere special I'd like to go. He certainly was cocky.

"Since everyone will think I'm you mother," I told him, "you should pick a nice family restaurant." Then I reminded him that I was married by asking, "Is my husband invited too or would three be a crowd"?

"Sure, I'd love to meet him," Mick said, surprising me. "But wasn't the idea to get away from his sports depression?" I had to admit the guy was quick and not at all rocked by my obvious jabs.

At the end of the day, Mick was waiting at the receptionist's desk as I walked out. She (the receptionist) is young, attractive, and single. I doubt Mick would have had any trouble sleeping with her. Perhaps he already had. Mick was flirting with her and continued even as I stopped to say good night. Briefly, I wondered if he were trying to make me jealous. I deliberately didn't react because I didn't want Mick to know of my growing interest in him. 

"Wait, I'll walk out with you," Mick said abruptly, just as I reached the door.

In the parking lot, the first thing he said was, "Is dinner on for tonight or do I have to wait another day?" If nothing else, had to admire the guy's persistence. I couldn't help noticing, again, how good-looking he was. I could feel my heart beating faster. If only I had met him a few years earlier. 

"I only have dinner with my husband but I'm planning on having a coffee on my way home. Would you like to join me?" I couldn't believe I had gone that far! His affect on me was clouding my judgement.


A Difficult Confession



"A drink might be better," he suggested. 

"I'm only in the mood for coffee." 

When we got to my car, he asked where he should meet me. I told him he could follow me and we would get there together. 

"What if I lose you?" 

"Then I'll be having coffee by myself." 

I opened my car door. Mick's eyes were on my legs and instinctively reached for the hem of my skirt so it wouldn't ride up as I entered. I felt something on my arm and looked down to see two of Mick's fingers.

"Don't," he said. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant nor why I let go of my skirt. I do know he saw plenty of leg, perhaps even panty. Looking back, that was the first indication of things to come.

I closed the car door and pulled out. The poor guy had to race across the parking lot to his car and try to catch me. I made sure he did. Women liked to be chased but we also make sure we are caught. 

Mick didn't follow up on his parking lot success. Rather, he was very funny and incredibly charming over coffee. He took my jacket and held my chair. We talked for nearly an hour. It was obvious he'd left his cocky attitude at the office. I asked him why.

"Some women prefer charming," he said, smiling broadly. I guess I was pleased to know he hadn't given up his pursuit. We talked about goofy, nonsensical stuff.

"What's your real name?" I asked Mick.

"You're in HR and you don't know?"

"I guess I haven't memorized everyone's file yet."

"Michael."

"Parents big Stones fans, were they?" I asked forgetting how young he was. Mick looked bewildered.

"Rolling Stones? I can't get no...satisfaction..." I sang as best I could. "Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Oh," Mick answered and smiled as he caught on, "Dad was. Not Jagger though. Mantle." Then he said something deliberately dopey about my name.

"What about you, anybody ever call you Helen?" He was laughing about the ridiculousness of his question.

"Sometimes," I teased. "They must think I'm English." Mick again missed my joke by a mile.

"The British," I explained to his confused countenance, "you know...silent aitch...[H]ello [H]elen...you know." 

Mick guffawed and complimented me on my quick wit.

"Why don't you sing your song again?" he asked causing bewilderment on my part.

"You know, the one where you can't get any satisfaction. I think I can help with that," Mick said in earnest.

"It was a clue, not a statement of fact."

"It sounded like it came straight from the heart," Mick said causing me to laugh in an attempt to conceal my blushing. He was pretty quick witted himself.

"Is all you guys think about that!?" I shot back.

The truth is it was my mind that drifted as we talked. I began imagining fellating Mick. It upset me that I couldn't control my thoughts around this kid. Worse than that, I quickly found myself masturbating and couldn't stop. Fortunately, I managed to keep my climax small so Mick wouldn't notice. 

At coffee, I got that dating again feeling. I liked it but didn't feel right about it. I was going to have to bring Dan up to speed about Mick soon. It was the idea of doing something behind my husband's back that made me feel uncomfortable.

The sexual thoughts I'd had about Mick weighed on me. That night I told Dan everything including my fantasy and masturbation in the coffee shop. I made sure Dan was in a receptive mood first by initiating sex. Selfishly, I was also still horny from my meager coffee house climax and was wetly kissing Dan's penis as I described my budding relationship with Mick.

As I suspected, Dan finds Mick's interest in me exciting. I was reluctant to have to tell him because from then on all Dan would do is question and encourage me. The next day, for example, instead of asking how my day was, I got "How did things go with Mick today?" 

"We barely saw each other," I told him truthfully. 

Now, I not only had Mick's cockiness but Dan's encouragement. My own body was also betraying me. I was being triple-teamed!

As things stood, I liked Mick but was not interested in a serious relationship with him. I expected him to have interests in other women so I wasn't offended when he spoke about them in our conversations. Even if I saw him showing affection with another female at the office, I wasn't the least bit jealous. 

What would have worried me and scared me off would be if I felt he was devoting all of his attention to me. I would look at that as a possible threat to my relationship with my husband. There is a big difference between sexual interest and love interest. I'll admit to having a sexual interest in Mick but no love interest. The slightest love interest either way would cause me to run and run fast. 

After coffee, the teasing from the other women at the office began to heat up. I don't know if Mick had said something. I certainly hoped he knew better. The more likely cause was that given the interest I'd shown by inviting him to coffee, Mick had stepped up his efforts at my conquest. I think half of the office thought I was already sleeping with him and the other half weren't sure. 

This was really the first time I had been on gossip parade. At first, I denied anything but that only stirred things more. Mostly, I just tried to ignore it. When I couldn't ignore it, I asked if they are jealous. That left them speechless. 

While Mick remained his flirty self, I stopped being flirty back. I was worried about all the talk and wanted it to die down. I couldn't stop myself entirely though and looked for ways to see Mick socially outside the office.

I love going to the library, especially when Dan is busy on the weekends. A library to me is a place of recreation. I love books and can spend hours in the stacks. Debbie is the head librarian and a long time confidant from my college days. 

I had been telling Debbie about Mick and she was dying to meet this "cocky kid" that had become such a focal point of our conversations. When Mick asked what I was doing for the weekend, I let it slip that I would be at the library on Saturday. He said he might drop by as well. I really thought he would make an appearance and Debbie was revved up about it but he was a no show. My guess is that the lure of college football was more appealing. His loss.

I had assumed that since Mick knew I was going to be at the library that he would automatically stop and flirt with me. In reality, I had thrown out a huge hint in the hope that he would bite and it went right over his head. I doubt he even realized he was supposed to be there. All too often women send out obvious signals to which men are oblivious. 

Incredibly, as Debbie and I chatted and waited in vain, I felt an even stronger, stranger attraction to Mick. Debbie knew most of my past and marveled at my ability to attract men. It even gave me a sense of pride that I impressed her. Debbie didn't say anything but I'm sure it registered that this kid had me hooked and he'd stood me up. I felt humiliated.

I didn't see much of Mick early in the next week. On Wednesday, we were in the office lounge at the same time and talked briefly. Ann and I were discussing music we liked and how music had changed. Mick interjected himself into the conversation. For some reason he seemed to like all of the music I did but knew little about it. Ann left with the comment, "I'll leave you two lovers alone."

Mick told me he had a great sound system and invited me to stop by his apartment to listen to it. Like helping him with his curtains, this was yet another obvious ploy to get me to his apartment. I was still stinging from his absence on Saturday and I wanted to get back at him by turning him down. Instead of flatly rejecting the idea, though, I led him on by saying I would think about it. 

"Maybe tomorrow," I said as I left him. 

That "maybe tomorrow" really got his attention because the next day he made every effort to be where ever I was. He told me that he spent the entire evening straightening up his place for my visit. He said that he had even bought different kinds of wine because he wasn't sure what kind I liked. I told him that was pretty excessive for a "maybe." 

"Look," I explained to him, "If I were seen going into your apartment, or if word got out that I was there, it would only fuel the rumors about something going on between us."

"So?" he responded.

"Married women don't go alone to single men's apartments," I told him, ending the conversation abruptly because just the fact that I was discussing going to his apartment was turning me on.

Mick waited for me after work and walked with me to my car. He knew that was a big no-no. I told him before it was a bad idea because of the rumors and I didn't want him doing that. 

"Why is it always me who gets blamed for the fucking rumors?" Mick asked, perturbed.

"Mick," I warned him, "I don't like that kind of language. It has no place in a business environment. Using it will only hurt your performance evaluation."

"Christ," Mick groaned, "can we stick to the fucking topic?"

"Which topic?" I asked him, trying to defuse the tension. "The rumors or your apartment?" I didn't, however, bring up the subject of his use of obscene language again. I could see he was frustrated and that only made it worse.

"Both," Mick answered with an edge in his voice. "Sure, I flirt sometimes because I like you, but your friends get a pass. Ann called us lovers and you did nothing to correct her."

I was dumbfounded. Mick was right; I had been blaming everything on him.

"And what about you?" he asked as I remained silent.

"ME?!" I asked incredulously. "What did I do?"

"Look at yourself," Mick said. "Every time we have a counseling session, or are scheduled to be in a meeting together, you wear clothes like that."

"Like what?" I asked completely perplexed.

"Those aren't normal work clothes. Look how nice you look. You always wear a skirt. Any other day you wear slacks. My god Ellen, that dress shows half your thigh when you're standing! Do you know how much leg you show when you're sitting down? Do you think people haven't noticed? Do you think they don't talk? I've had guys ask me when my next conference was just so they could wander past your office and look at your legs. 

"That's not true!" I wailed more loudly than intended, as if volume could overcome truth. 

"It is true!" Mick said, unaffected by my outburst. "You cause a lot of hard-ons in a day's time lady."

Oh my god! Mick was right. Not about the erections, although it was cute that he'd said it (not just erections either, but a LOT of erections). What about you Mick? I wanted to ask. Do I give you a hard-on too? Of course I asked no such thing.

No, Mick was right about my clothes. We have a casual dress code at work and many of the younger employees wear jeans. I prefer more dressy slacks, a conservative blouse or sweater and three-inch heels. Rarely did I wear skirts unless an important client was visiting or a new group of recruits was there for orientation. 

With Mick noticing me, however, I'd begun wearing some of the clothes I reserve for when Dan and I go out. Dan always liked my skirts short and I accommodated him. His trophy wife he called me, even at forty-four.

"I've got to go, Mick," I told him. "I can't stand out here and talk to you for this long. Suspicions will only grow."

"Then let's go to my place," Mick countered. "No one can see us talking there." I did want to go but something told me that the timing was wrong.

"Some other time," I told him. He was disappointed and I felt bad because I really did deserve some of the blame for the gossip. On the spur of the moment, did something completely wrong. A group of the female managers meet at a bar one Friday a month to unwind and let our hair down a little. As luck would have it was set for the next day and I invited him. 

As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to kick myself. I'd been trying to keep the rumors down and now had invited him to join us? That would really get the rumor mill churning. 

Normally the group goes to a wine bar called The Discussion Club. I caught Mick early the next morning and told him I would meet him at BJs, a sports bar, instead. Rather than expressing my concerns about the rumors, something that didn't bother him at all, I told him it would be more private. He really liked that.

After calling Mick on his cell to tell him I would be an hour late, I met the girls at The Discussion Club. What was supposed to be going on between Mick and me was the talk of our little get together. Everyone wanted the scoop on what was really happening. It was all good-natured, of course, but according to them, I was ready to leave Dan and run off with Mick. They all also agreed that they couldn't blame me because Mick was so "dreamy." 

"Dreamy?" I told them. "You sound like my mother!"

If Mick could have heard the things they said about him his already inflated ego would have swelled his head three hat sizes. More than one of those married ladies said that Mick could "crawl between the sheets" with them anytime. The general consensus was that I was lucky to be the object of his attention. Of course it was mostly bluster on their parts. None of them were faced with the very real possibility of having sex with him like I was.

What amazed me the most was that they all assumed that I had already been to bed with him. None of them would believe there was nothing sexual going on. They thought I was covering it up. 

"Come on," they said almost in unison, "you can tell us." 

I only wanted to have one glass of wine but ended up drinking two before I could get out of there. There was one thing they were all right about, though. They were certain I was leaving early to go see Mick. They were correct but I wouldn't admit it. 

I drove to BJs and was disappointed when I saw Mick at the bar with Rocky. Only a few years older than Mick, Rocky is the office letch. I was pissed. The reason for meeting Mick separately was so others from work wouldn't see us together. I thought about walking out but hesitated long enough to be noticed. The first words out of Mick's mouth were to Rocky. 

"I told you she would be here." 

It was one of those times his cockiness definitely rubbed me the wrong way. It was said in such an arrogant sort of way, like all he needed to do was snap his fingers and I would come running. That didn't sit well with me but I tried to ignore it. The three of us went to a booth and Mick sat on the side with me while Rocky sat across from us. That arrangement definitely made me nervous.

"I can't believe the prettiest woman at the office would come off of her cloud to have a drink with us," Rocky said when we were seated. I didn't like that statement either. I'm sure he meant it as a compliment but I didn't take it that way. I was suddenly realizing how big this mistake was. 

I had another glass of wine and sat quietly. The conversation was mostly about sports. Rocky had latched onto Mick not unlike Mick had latched onto me. They had a lot of things in common and Rocky seemed to look up to and admire Mick. Certainly Mick was the alpha male of that duo.

During the conversation, Mick dropped his hand onto my thigh where Rocky couldn't see. Despite the conversation we'd had just the day before about me fanning the flames of gossip by wearing short skirts for Mick's benefit, I had worn a skirt again because I knew I'd be having a drink with Mick after work. I had tried to talk myself into wearing slacks but it was almost as if someone else had dressed me. 

I flinched slightly when I felt Mick's hand on my leg and Mick turned to me and asked if I minded. I did but, like the time in the parking lot when I let him see up my skirt, I shook my head and let him do what he wanted. That made him smile. I'm sure Rocky was confused by our little exchange but he said nothing.

I don't understand why but something about letting Mick fondle me while we engaged in chitchat with an unsuspecting associate excited the hell out of me. Mick started rubbing the inside of my thigh. I let him feel as high as the bare flesh above my stocking but squeezed his hand tight before he reached my panties. He made me really hot and I didn't want him to know how wet I was. I wondered how far I'd have let him go if we'd been sitting the booth alone.

I was on my second wine, one over my self-imposed limit, when Mick asked a question that caught me completely off guard. 

"Are you ready to go to my apartment now?" He asked it openly and in front of Rocky. I gave him a bewildered look because I couldn't believe he made that statement with Rocky right there. He may as well have said "Let's go, I'm ready to fuck you now." I'm sure that was the way it sounded to Rocky. 

I tried to defuse things by asking, "Are all three of us going?" 

"Depends on how kinky you want to get," Mick said.

I tried passing it off as a joke. "You two couldn't handle me," I said. I don't think they were expecting that from me and there was a brief silence. 

"It's time I got home to my husband," I said and I got up to leave. "See you both at work." 

I headed out. I was near the door when Mick raced up to me and handed me a piece of paper. "In case you change your mind," he said. As he walked back he said, "Give me a half an hour." Of course the paper had his address on it. I put it in my purse.  

I drove back to The Discussion Club because I knew my friends would still be there. I really got ribbed about sneaking off for a "quickie" with Mick. Beth had everyone holding in her sides when she asked, "Is that dried milk on your chin?" Kathy said, "That ain't milk honey." 

I knew it was all in fun but was embarrassed anyway because I had, in fact, gone to meet Mick. "My boyfriend" and I remained the main topic but for some reason I didn't mind. I guess it was the wine. I was actually feeling a little tipsy but not drunk. It was more in the happy stage that precedes being drunk. 

As I got into my car to drive home, I thought about the paper in my purse. It might be interesting to go by Mick's place just to see what it was like. Soon, my GPS had me driving through an upscale neighborhood. I thought the address had to be wrong because these were pretty wealthy homes and I was sure there wouldn't be any apartments there.

I followed the directions to Mick's street and found a newly built condominium complex. If Mick lived there, he lived in a condo and not an apartment. Condos in this area surely would also be completely out of the salary range we paid Mick as an intern, even to rent. I was certain he had lied but couldn't figure out why he would. As I pulled up to the address, I didn't see his car. 

Out of curiosity, I stopped and knocked on the door expecting a complete stranger to open it. To my surprise, Mick, wearing only his boxer shorts, opened the door and invited me in. I was so stunned I walked in despite his lack of attire. His "apartment" was big, beautiful, and nicely furnished. I was expecting a small bachelor pad with dirty socks on the floor. This place still had that new house smell. 

Instead of saying that he was glad to see me he said, "I knew you'd come". When I asked how he knew, he said because I put the paper in my purse instead of throwing it away. We talked for a few minutes with me insisting the whole time that I had to go. Mick offered a quick tour and I accepted. I was impressed. Then he insisted that I have a drink with him. I told him that I was already over my limit. I was very nervous about being there.

Mick opened a bottle of white wine over my objections and handed me a glass. It was crystal. He was still standing there with nothing on but his boxer shorts but he seemed perfectly comfortable. I suggested that he at least put on pants.

"Why?" he asked.





A Difficult Confession



"Because you're making me uncomfortable," I lied. The truth was his body was exciting me.

"It's my home and I like being comfortable. I'll be happy to take them off but I'm not putting anything else on."

I guess I was little disoriented from the wine and Mick's unexpectedly nice home. Mick was also somewhat intimidating standing so confidently in a single undergarment. 

"OK," I answered not believing he'd do it. 

He was so cocky I wanted to call his bluff. That was a mistake because Mick dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He wasn't erect but I liked what I saw. It was really quite beautiful. I was more than a little embarrassed but not enough to keep me from looking. He seemed completely at ease with me staring at his penis.

"Like what you see?" he asked. 

"No comment," I answered. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. I didn't correct him. 

I couldn't believe I was even at his house, yet there I was having a glass of wine with him while he stood completely naked. Incredibly, we began talking about why he took his shorts off and how he could be so comfortable.

My eyes never left his penis the entire time. I knew I should look away, look at his face as we talked but I just couldn't. It was so lovely I wanted to drop to my knees and worship it. I have no idea how I restrained myself.

It was Mick who finally cupped his hand under my chin and lifted my gaze. His look had a disarming affect on me. I'd never experienced the look in those eyes. It was like we both knew he had complete control over me. I really can't explain it. It wasn't the alcohol or love or lust. It was more of a presence he had. I don't know what else to say. 

"I want you to be comfortable in my home," Mick said putting down his glass. Then without any hesitation or reservations he reached toward me and started unbuttoning my blouse. I just stood there and let him do it. I think I would have let him undress me completely but he leaned over to kiss me and the logical part of my brain kicked in. I had a reality attack. 

"No Mick, I can't do this." With that said, I grabbed my purse and raced for the door. He didn't try to stop me or even follow me to the door. 

"You'll be back," I heard him say as I rushed out of his house. 

That arrogant statement infuriated me. I was so upset with myself that I was a couple of miles away, waiting for a red light when I realized my blouse was open to my waist!

The weekend went by with me still mad at myself about going to Mick's apartment. Monday, I saw Mick but never had a chance to speak with him until lunch. I was sitting with two other women in back of the lunchroom when Mick walked by and said "Why don't you stop BACK at my place after work and we can finish that drink." Then he walked on. I could have died on the spot. I was trying to curb the gossip and he just threw a huge log on the fire. 

I avoided Mick for the rest of the day and the next two days. He finally stopped me in the hallway and apologized for making that statement. Then invited me to his apartment again! 

"You just don't give up do you?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Not till I get what I want," he replied. I shook my head and walked away. 

Part of the problem I was having with Mick was because, somewhere along the line, I'd lost my nerve. There was a time when I would have eaten him alive and enjoyed doing it. I would have run him ragged until he begged me to stop. When it came to a sexual appetite, I could outlast any three men and had done so on more than one occasion.

But I was different now. I had worked hard to be where I was. I loved my husband, my job, and my life. I had no desire to lose any of it. Yet here was Mick challenging me in ways no other man in our office would have dared. It excited me and scared me at the same time. I didn't want to go back to my old life and I didn't know if I had the strength of character to visit it briefly and still return. It was kind of like lighting a cigarette after you have quit smoking.

I was still upset at how Mick treated me at his condo. Just about everything he did or said that week irritated me. What's weird is that I now found this irritation to be attractive. Don't ask me why.

I delayed telling Dan about my trip to Mick's condo but I would when the time is right, when I better understood what is happening between Mick and me. Dan was aware of Mick's desire to have sex with me. He wasn't actively encouraging me to do anything with Mick that I didn't want to do but he did let me know that it would be OK with him as long as I kept it discreet. He thought I was hesitating because of Mick's age and that was part of it. That was what I told him initially. Now I'd let Mick get away with things, I'd never tolerate from other men, not even Dan. 

I wasn't sure what I wanted or expected with Mick. He had a certain self-confidence that I found to be both attractive and repulsive. He could elicit ambivalence from me like no one I'd ever encountered. He was always so sure of himself. That could be very irritating but I was also sexually attracted to it. 

Generally, I found things he did so irritating I'd walk away. There were also days when I'd be in one of my horny moods and I didn't think I could resist him. I had days when I felt resigned to the fact that I would have sex with Mick and wanted to do it. Then there were days when I was so repulsed by him that I wanted nothing to do with him. It's not that he was acting differently towards me. It was my reactions that were different. 

One thing I became sure of was that I knew I would only be a notch on his bedpost. As I've already said, I consider that a good thing. He was attracted by my looks but I think it was more to flatter his ego. He was the type that would bed me and then brag about it and that worried me. He has the self-confidence to believe that he can walk into an office full of older women and within a few months turn the most untouchable female there into his personal whore. 

I knew there were others who said they would gladly trade places with me. He knew that too but showed no interest in them. That flattered me and all but sealed my fate. I was slowly becoming aware that what we would do was now up to him. My will was no match for his.

I was very confused. My husband and I had a prominent social standing in the community and were both well respected. No one knew of my past sexual indiscretions and I wanted it to stay that way. I was exactly where I wanted to be at this point in my life. Yet there was Mick and a dark side of me that kept bubbling to the surface. 

I wouldn't lose my job or my husband over doing something with Mick but I did think it might put a shadow over everything and I would lose my "untouchable" status with the other males at work. Having sex with Mick would be a big risk but it is that very risk that I found so exciting. 

If I did submit to Mick it would be just that, a submission. He would treat me like a cheap whore. It probably seems strange but what worried me was that I might enjoy it. The more I thought about it, the more excited and confused I became. 

Some of my old fantasies returned to haunt me. These were things I hadn't thought about since before I'd had sex. I was masturbating like crazy back then but and I wanted to take the next step but was too afraid. So I started thinking up situations where I didn't have a choice.

In one of my favorites was to be in a bank when two robbers arrive. While one collects the cash, the other singles me out and orders me to take off my blouse and bra. The bank employees and other customers can't stop themselves from watching me strip. I was so excited from doing what I was commanded, my nipples were hard and protruded from my breasts. I felt humiliated because I thought everyone knew I was sexually aroused.

The robber ordered me to the middle of the floor and told me to kneel. He pointed his gun at a young teller and told him to stand in front of me.

"Suck him off," I was told. My whole body shook from fear and excitement as I unzipped his pants and exposed his penis. Everyone watched intently as I lovingly sucked the dick. When the guy came, so did I. I was so embarrassed because the whole audience knew I had cum from sucking dick.

Sometimes, I would substitute someone I liked, or had seen, for the teller. They went to the bank with me and I was "forced" to do for them in my fantasy what I was dying to do in reality. 

Now it was Mick in those fantasies. I'd have to go to the bank for work. Mick would volunteer to go with me. I'd tell him no because everyone wanted to see if I'd let him. He'd persist until I relented. In the bank, I had to strip then play with my hard nipples while everyone watched. It was Mick I was ordered to suck. Later, the whole office heard what happened including that I climaxed from blowing Mick. 

My humiliation was unbearable and it excited me more than anything I'd ever experienced. At home, in bed, I had the most intense, thunderous orgasms thinking about sucking Mick off while people watched. It scared the hell out of me. How could I ever admit that to my husband?

The company had outgrown our offices and we were scheduled to move to a larger facility. The move was planned for the weekend but those of us who weren't directly involved in actual moving activities were given the option of "working from home" on Thursday and Friday so long as we were available by cell phone. At the same time, Dan was called to Washington for a meeting. The stage was set for something to happen between Mick and me.

Thursday was a very strange day. Dan left early this morning for his trip. Usually I have no trouble sleeping but this morning when I laid back down, I just tossed and turned. All morning, I was certain I was going to hear from Mick but I didn't. At 11:30 I called Debbie and we had lunch. All we talked about was Mick. She knew enough about him from previous conversations and I filled her in on the more recent stuff, leaving out my submissive fantasies. She seemed very excited about the possibilities with Mick and told me I should do him. 

"Just fuck him and get it over with," were her exact words.

"Look at you giving advice...like you'd ever."

"You don't know everything about me."

"Like what don't I know?"

"Remember when I bought my Lexus?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I looked at other cars first. There was one salesman, he was very nice, very sweet."

"Cute?" I interrupted.

"Yes, cute too. I decided early on that I didn't want to buy the car but I just let him go on and on anyway. He'd get so excited describing things I didn't have the heart to stop him. Eventually, he realized I wasn't responding. 'You're not going to buy the car, are you?' he asked. I told him no. He was crestfallen and I felt so bad. He asked why I didn't say so sooner. He told me that time was money for him, that if he didn't sell cars, he didn't get paid. I felt very sorry for him. He said, 'Why don't you just fuck me and we'll call it even?'"

"You didn't!"

"Those were his exact words, just fuck him and we'd call it even. It was so, I don't know, so exciting to imagine fucking someone like that. No strings, just raw sex for its own sake. When would I ever get that chance again, being in that mood, having that offer? Why can't I be more like a man? Or you?"

"Just fuck him Ellen," Debbie advised me again. 

She seemed a lot more certain that something was going to happen than I was at that point. That really got me thinking. Here I was supposed to be a slut from way back and my best friend was doing things I no longer had the nerve to do.

After lunch with Debbie, I left and found myself driving toward Mick's condo. I told myself I was just going to drive by and see if his car was there. I did and then went back home. There was a message on my answering machine that had just two words, "Call me." It was Mick's voice. 

I fought the urge to call him. Instead I did some housework and then took a bath. After a long bath, I caught myself taking extra time putting on make-up and fixing my hair. I was putting on eyeliner when I had to stop and ask myself "What are you doing?" I had no plans to go anywhere. 

I put on one of Dan's shirts and decided to go to my computer to read my e-mail. I turned on the computer and then looked over at the answering machine. The temptation was too much and I picked up the phone and called Mick.

"Talk to me." That was how he answered.

"Hi it's Ellen. I got a message on my machine to call you."

"Oh yeah babe, I hope the message didn't get you in trouble with your old man."

"No, he isn't here."

"Cool girl."

"So what did you want?"

"You naked on my bed would be nice."

"Get serious. Why did you call?"

"OK honey, don't get your panties in a bunch. I was just thinking about you and thought you might be thinking about me."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Seeing you drive by my house." I'd been caught!

"I had lunch with a friend," I told Mick more than a bit embarrassed, "and was just driving around. I don't know why I drove by your place. I guess I was just in the area."

"Sure Babe. Why didn't you stop?"

"Why should I have?"

"So we could finish that drink."

"I told you Mick, the last time I only stopped there because I had too much to drink and things got out of hand. That can't happen again."

"Why not Babe? I don't bite."

"I wish you would stop calling me Babe. My name is Ellen."

"Sure Babe, so why don't you come on over and we can talk about it."

"I've told you a hundred times that I am married and there are already too many rumors about us having something going. I don't like that Mick."

"I just wish the rumors were true. If you slip on over here we could make them true."

"I said NO Mick!"

"So why did you really drive by my house?"

"I told you why."

"Come on Babe, you know you want to fuck me."

"You're gross and you know I don't like that kind of language."

"I'll bet you like it when you have a dick shoved in you."

"I'm going to hang up if you keep talking like that."

"OK, OK, so why don't you get your pretty little butt over here and we can talk about it."

"I told you, I'm married and I'm nearly twice your age. I'm sure there are a lot of nice young girls interested in you. Pester them and leave me alone."

"I don't want them. I want you and I like older women. Besides, you don't look that old to me."

"Why me Mick? If you just want to bang someone at the office, I know of a few who would be a lot more receptive."

"Come on honey, you know you are the prettiest piece of ass at that place. All of the guys drool over you." 

"That's not true!"

"The hell it ain't. I'm not the only one who thinks about you when they jerk off."

"I told you not to talk like that with me."

"Fuck, don't get prissy with me. I think it turns you on."

"Well it doesn't."

"Sure it does honey or you would have already hung up. Now get you ass over here. You know you want to."

"I really don't think that is a good idea."

"Would you rather I come over there?"

"NO!!"

"Then you come here. We can just talk if that is what you want."

"But I'm not even dressed."

"All the better. Come as you are."

"It's a little chilly outside for that."

"So put a coat on. Just get your ass over here."

"I'd have to wear more then that."

"OK, put some clothes on then. I'll see you here in twenty minutes."

Click. He hung up! On me! I couldn't believe it but ten seconds later I was in my bedroom trying to decide what to wear."

I put on a black bra with matching black bikini. I almost wore a dress but at the last minute decided on gray slacks and a black blouse. Low black heels and a black belt finished it. I only wear black under things when I'm feeling horny. 

The entire time I was dressing I was telling myself that I wasn't going over there. I knew it was wrong and I knew it was stupid but still I kept dressing. I would ask myself "What is wrong with you?" and "Why are you doing this?" The guy was obnoxious and yet I was dressing for him. I honestly didn't want to do what I was doing but felt compelled to do it anyway. 

I walked out to my car and had pulled out onto the street before I even realized I hadn't even put on a coat. I headed in the direction of Mick's condo while literally arguing with myself. I could think of a hundred reasons why I should turn around and not one reason why I should continue. I pulled onto his street and drove very slowly trying to give myself every opportunity to back out. I turned into his driveway and stopped. I can't describe how nervous I was. Then I saw him open the door. I got out of my car and went in. 

Mick was wearing a black silk robe, black slippers, and nothing else. I commented that he could have at least dressed since he knew I was coming. He just smiled. I told him I was just there to talk and I wanted to put an end to the rumors at work. 

We went to his living room and I sat on a couch. Mick sat next to me. I was doing all the talking, telling Mick all of the reasons the rumors had to stop. He listened very nicely but it was clear he wasn't paying any attention. 

"Are you done now?" he asked when I'd finished. I didn't say anything.

"Lets get down to business then." Mick put his arm around me. I told him no and that I didn't want that. He leaned forward to kiss me. I turned my head away.

"Haven't you been listening?" I asked him.

"Sure," he said, "but I know what you really want". He parted his robe and put his hand on his erection and shook it. "You want this." 

I turned my head away and told him he missed the point entirely. He moved his hand to hold my face and literally forced a kiss on me. I did struggle. When he let go, I jumped off of the couch and stood quivering.

"I didn't come here to get raped by some pervert," I fumed angrily. The jerk actually smiled.

"That's exactly what you want". 

"Right now I want to leave." 

"Go ahead, but I'll bet that tight little pussy of yours is soaking wet." I blushed. He could read me and knew he was right. He laughed at me and shook his head. "Come over here and let me feel it," he said. 

I was furious and stormed out the door. The last words I heard Mick say were "Don't come back until you're ready to fuck".

I drove home thinking about how stupid I was for going there in the first place. I kept telling myself that I should have known better. I knew that I was lying to both him and myself by saying that I just went there to talk. I was there with every intention of giving him a blowjob. There was no point in lying to myself anymore. 

That is why I was so frustrated. I went there to essentially "make his day" and give him something I was sure he would be thrilled to receive from me. It took so long for me to even build up the courage. Then when I got there, he acted as if he expected sex from me. Like it was something I was obligated to do for him. That upset me. I was expecting him to be thrilled that I was even there. His attitude was almost like he was going to do me a favor by allowing me the privilege of doing him. 

I really had not planned on having sex with him. My intention was a blowjob and no more. Mick seemed intent on fucking me. My thoughts at the time were that he probably figured I would never consider a blowjob. People who don't know me generally think I'm to be uppity and standoffish. It was an attitude I adopted several years ago to distance myself from my past. 

I was home and thinking that Mick missed his shot and I was going to have nothing more to do with him. I was fuming at the fact that he actually shook his dick at me. That was so arrogant and showed no respect for me. What a jerk he was. Then the phone rang and I was certain it was Mick. I was ready. 





A Difficult Confession



It was Dan. I didn't want to keep things from Dan and told him of my visit. I didn't tell him about Mick shaking his dick at me but I did tell him about the kiss and everything else. Dan told me that he suspected that I would visit Mick while he was gone and seemed a little disappointed that nothing more happened. He didn't feel threatened by Mick and was hoping that I would have stories to arouse him when he returned. 

Now I was a little miffed at Dan too. I was expecting at least a little sympathy. Instead I was getting disappointment that nothing happened. I asked him sarcastically if he wanted me to go back and throw myself at Mick. 

"Would you have clothes on?" he asked, to my dismay. He was making a joke of it -- or was he?

"Maybe I should just drive over there naked," I said sarcastically. 

"It's a thought," Dan told me.

"Well maybe I will," I said in an angry tone. 

I could hear a voice calling Dan. He said he had to go.

"Keep me informed about your naked trip". 

"You're impossible," I spat and hung up. 

My attitude changed after talking to Dan. Before he called, I wanted nothing to do with Mick anymore. Now I was thinking, why not? I needed to do some serious soul searching. The old me was coming through and I wasn't sure I liked it. I was happy with my life with Dan and that should be enough but I still had that desire to be bad for the first time in a long time. 

It was that desire that took me to Mick's earlier. I really felt that I needed to again experience a wild time. It had been so long. I had a free pass to do what I wanted. The only problem was, what did I really want? This was really a major decision for me for many reasons. I knew that if I didn't do anything, I probably never would again. If I did, could I go back to being the person I had become or would I revert to the person I was. 

I sat by myself for nearly three hours just thinking. So many thoughts were going through my mind. It was a real roller coaster ride. One minute I would be convinced that I should keep my "good girl" image and have nothing to do with Mick. The next minute, I would think that I shouldn't miss this opportunity to once again be wild sexually. The overriding factor seemed to be that I knew Mick only wanted to use me for his own pleasure. I wanted that too because it would be such change from the slow romantic sex I was used to with Dan. 

I had pretty much resigned myself to turn my body over to Mick but now I had another problem. It was more than 4 hours and I hadn't heard from him. Was he still interested? Was he even still at home? For me to call him would be humiliating. He should be calling me but he wasn't. I waited another hour actually hoping he would call but the phone didn't ring. It was already early evening and if nothing started soon, nothing would. 

The phone finally rang. It was Dan again. He'd had to change hotels and gave me the new info on where he was staying. He seemed surprised I was home. This time he never mentioned Mick. We chatted about his meetings and general things. I think he knew he pushed me too hard during the last phone call. 

Finally I said, "I'm going over to Mick's and I might spend the night." There was a long pause.

"OK," Dan said. I asked if he really was OK with that. He said that he wasn't expecting me to stay the night but if that was what I wanted to do, it was fine. He said he loved me and only wanted me to be happy. Now that made me feel better. 

Dan and I hung up and the phone rang again. This time it was my sister. I told her I couldn't talk. I waited another twenty minutes and nothing. It was 8:00. I decided to swallow my pride and call Mick. My decision was that if he was home and available, I would humiliate myself even more and tell him I wanted to return. If he wasn't home or had other company, I was done with him and would let the night pass by myself.

As I punched his number I thought to myself that I had never even in my wildest days called a guy for sex. This was so humiliating for me. It rang 4 times and then 5. I was ready to hang up when I heard him answer.

"Talk to me." 

"Mick?"

"Who did you expect?"

"You, I guess." I was very nervous.

"So what is on your mind now?"

"I don't know, maybe I over reacted earlier."

"You think?" he asked sarcastically. "The bitch came out."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be that way."

"Well, you were. You act like your ass is made out of gold. I don't need that."

"But..."

"You know, you are the whole package...brains, looks, and class. I like that. Attitude, I don't need."

"Couldn't we just start over," I pleaded with him.

"Sure but by my rules. I won't put up with that I'm better than everyone else attitude."

"I understand."

"You say that but do you really understand?"

"I think I do."

"Do you want to come back over here?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"To hell with think, you do or you don't. Which is it?"

"I do."

"No more bullshit?"

"No more."

"You know that if you come over here, I'm going to fuck you."

"I know." 

My voice cracked on the word "know" and tears went down my face. I had been trying my best to hide my emotions from Mick. I felt humiliated enough but I didn't want him knowing it. Agreeing that I was willing to "fuck" him sent me over the edge.

"Are you crying?" Mick asked.

"Just a little. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Just remember that the only thing I want wet when you get here is your pussy."

"I understand," I said crying harder. I couldn't control it and the tears were streaming. "Just clean your face up and come over here. You still want to come over don't you." Mick's second sentence wasn't a question; it was an accusation.

Yes," I said. I was completely humiliated and oh so horny for him.

"Even knowing you are going to get fucked?"

"Yes," I answered taking a deep breath. The decision had been made. I started to feel better.

"How long does it take for you to get here?"

"About twenty minutes."

"OK, I'll give you a half an hour. Don't be late or I'll have to spank that ass of yours. I might even do that anyway. Would you like that?"

"No."

"Good, I know I'll do it now. Now hurry, you are on the clock. By the way, remember that blouse I told you I liked?"

"No, what blouse?"

"The white thin one I said would look good without the sweater and bra. You gave me one of your snobbish looks when I said that and walked away."

"I remember now."

"Wear it, just the way I said I would like it. No coat either, I want those nipples really poking out. I'll warm you up when you get here."

"It's really see thru, what if a neighbor sees me?"

"Then he'll smile like I'm going to. Just wear it."

"If that is what you want."

"I want. See you in thirty." Click. 

I completely resigned myself to his wishes. I was sexually aroused by his domination. No one had ever talked to me or treated me that way. I have always found the idea of losing all control exciting. I have a strong submissive side. I wanted Mick to control me. 

I went into the bedroom to change into the blouse he wanted me to wear. As he instructed, I took off my bra before putting it on. As I was buttoning it up, I looked into the mirror and saw how transparent it was. Tinted plastic food wrap would offer about the same amount of coverage. I only bought it to wear under sweaters. I hit the remote starter on my car before fixing my make-up. At least I would be warm for the drive. I was honestly now excited about going to his house, like a child knowing she was going to an amusement park. 

I drove to Mick's. To say I was nervous would be a monumental understatement. Part of me wanted to back out and forget I even considered it. The horny part of my brain was starving for the different kind of sex I knew I would receive. The old me that would do about anything was in control of my physical body. That part of me had been suppressed for a long time and this was my first opportunity to let it out. Still I worried about my ability to cage it once the door was open. 

I knocked on Mick's door and he answered and let me in. He had changed into a T-shirt and jogging shorts. The outline of his penis was prevalent but he wasn't hard. I was a little disappointed because I thought he should have been hard. I knew I was very excited and thought he should have been also. He might have been but it wasn't showing down there. 

Mick seemed very calm which was the exact opposite of how I was feeling. We both knew that when I walked through his door, sex was going to happen. This was a really big thing for me but he seemed almost nonchalant.

"Nice to see you could make it," he said sounding almost bored. He directed me to the couch I was sitting on earlier that day. This time he sat in a chair facing me. He just looked at me with a grin and said, "We both know why you're here don't we"? 

"Yes," I answered.

I was wearing the blouse Mick wanted me to wear. My bare breasts were visible under it and I was expecting at least a comment but none came. He looked all right but never said anything. That was a big deal for me to wear it. He acted as if he couldn't care less. 

He made some small talk and seemed almost uninterested in me. This guy could really play the mental game. We both knew sex was coming and I was a nervous wreck about it. For Mick, it seemed like it was just another boring night at home.

"You know you disappointed me," Mick told me. I didn't understand. "I thought you would be more of a challenge." He went on to tell me that from the first time he saw me at work, he wanted me. Then everyone told him I was untouchable. He believed it until that day I met him, and Rocky, at BJs and I first went to his house. He said he knew then that I wasn't the same person I appeared to be to everyone. I remained quiet.

Mick told me he could see that "I want to be fucked like a whore" look in my eyes. He was humiliating and taunting me. 

"I'm not a whore," I told him. Mick agreed that I wasn't. He said I was worse than a whore because a whore has some pride. He reminded me that I had a fine reputation and a good husband "and here you are offering your pussy to me." I hung my head down and tears were welling in my eyes. 

There was a silence for a few seconds and he said, "You love to fuck don't you?" I didn't answer. 

"Answer me," he said in a sterner voice.

"Yes," I said quietly. I won't go into every word that was said but he continued to break me down. He made me say, "I like to fuck." Then I had to tell him, "I want you to fuck me." 

"You are sounding like a whore now," he said, laughing. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you. Do you take it up the ass bitch?"

"No," I told him and asked him not to call me that. 

"I'll call you anything I like," he told me. "Now tell me the truth because a cum loving cunt like you takes it anyway she can get it, doesn't she." His words really stung and tears were in my eyes.

"I've done it before but not for a long time and didn't like it."

"You'll like it when I bone you that way. Do you suck cock?"

"Yes," I answered, brightening.

"Come over here." I walked over. 

"Kiss it." He said, pointing to his penis. I reached for it but was scolded.

"No hands, just your lips." It was awkward but I bent over and kissed it through his shorts. When I stood back up I could see the pink of my lipstick on his shorts. He told me to sit back down. 

"You want to suck my cock don't you?" Mick asked. 

He had no way of knowing how much I liked oral. I hesitated for a moment because I felt my pussy heat up then told him, "Yes." Mick acted disappointed. I think he thought it would be degrading to me to kiss it and admit I wanted to suck it.

"I'll let you do that later," Mick told me, "when I'm ready. I'm not at your house begging you for a 'piece of your ass.' You're at my house begging me for my cock." When I didn't answer, he added, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Mick," I told him.

"Yes Mick what?" he continued determined to break me down completely. I felt the tears again fill my eyes. I had to take a deep breath before I could reply.

"Yes Mick, I'm here begging for your cock."

"I expect you to do what I want when I want it. You are here for my pleasure, not your own. If you don't like it you know where the door is."

My submission was complete and we both knew it. I had abased myself every way he'd demanded. 

"I understand," I said and he got a big smile on his face. It was true. I was there to let him use me. Dan was always too sweet to ever be like that with me. I knew I would never allow another man to treat me like I was letting Mick do, wanting Mick to do. 

It was nearly 10:00 and Mick asked when my husband was expecting me home. I told him Dan was out of town. Mick didn't ask, he told me I was spending the night. He said he wanted a drink and asked if I wanted one. I shook my head. He just walked out of the room leaving me sitting there. He returned a few minutes with a mixed drink. 

He turned on the TV and ignored me. I sat there quietly for several minutes wondering what was going on. He wasn't even watching anything. He just kept flipping through the channels. For five minutes he didn't even look at me. Finally, with an almost disinterested tone, he said, "Take your clothes off". 

I didn't hesitate; I started at the buttons of my blouse. I only opened one when he stopped me and told me to stand in the middle of the room, pointing to where he wanted me. I moved there and began unbuttoning again. As if stung by a bee, Mick jumped up and said, "Wait!"

He hurried out of the room. Mick returned with his cell phone and said more to himself than to me, "I got to save this." I thought he was going to call someone. That seemed really bizarre. Instead of dialing, he held up the phone and said, "Got it." He got off of the chair, walked over to me, and said, "Look at this, babe." It was a picture of me standing there with my blouse unbuttoned. My nipples were clearly visible.

I asked Mick not to take anymore photos and expressed my concern about him showing them around. He assured me that it was just for him. He said they were for him to "jack off to when I wasn't around." I just shook my head with thoughts of how weird men are. 

I still didn't like the idea of him taking pictures but also knew he was going to do exactly as he pleased. At this point it didn't really matter. Mick sat back down and motioned for me to continue. He interrupted himself and, like a kid in a candy store choosing, said, "Yes, finish taking off your blouse." I took it off and laid it on the coffee table. Mick and his phone were getting their first look at my bare breasts. 

"Now your pants," Mick said when he was finished taking pictures. I started to remove my heels but he told me to leave those on. I undid the hook and zipper in the back and began pulling my slacks down. "Slowly," Mick said.

It was surprising to me that I wasn't really nervous. I was actually more nervous on my way over there than I was stripping for him. I was now standing there in my panties and heels. I knew gusset was soaked through. 

"I pictured you in a thong instead of bikini," Mick said. I told him that I found them uncomfortable. "Next time wear a thong."

I wasn't at all sure I wanted there be a next time but I immediately made a mental note that I needed to go shopping for panties.

"Take 'em off," Mick ordered. I got a little nervous about that but did as he demanded. He had me pose front, side, and back for his cell phone. 

As I stood there completely nude, Mick actually complimented me. He told me I had a great body and even said that my breasts were actually larger than he imagined. "They fit you nicely," he commented. I didn't know what else to say but, "Thank you."

"Come over here babe and turn me on," Mick said, finally putting down his cell phone. 

I went over and sat on the arm of his chair and started kissing him. I was really beginning to enjoy this. I'm ashamed to say it but it felt good kissing another man. As I was kissing him, I reached down to feel his cock. It felt nice and was soooo hard. My ego soared because I knew my body had caused it. Mick let me feel him for only a minute before pulling my hand away. 

"Don't rush it babe," he said. "I want to enjoy you."

I pulled off his shirt and started kissing his neck and chest. Mick started feeling my breast and it felt good. I was extremely horny at this point. Mick slipped his hand down between my legs and I had an instant orgasm. It wasn't a really big one but I got tingly. My orgasm was obvious to Mick.

"You cum easy," he said, mocking me. Then he looked deeply into my eyes. I'm sure he could see the hunger there. "You really want it don't you?"

"Yes," I answered. It was more a breathy moan than a word. 

"My turn," Mick said. I didn't understand and looked at him. Mick smiled and said, "You can suck my cock now."

I smiled back because that was exactly what I wanted to hear. I got down on the floor in front of him. He rose up so I could remove his shorts. Then he scooted down in his seat and I leaned forward and began kissing his cock. I kissed it and licked around the head to catch the pre-cum before taking it into my mouth.

"That's it babe, show me what a good cocksucker you are," he said, encouraging me. A minute later he exclaimed, "Damn, you are good!" I was using my tongue, lips, and mouth in the ways I'd learned from all those blowjobs on all those men before. I felt like that was all preparation for just this moment, just so I could give Mick the best blowjob he ever had or would have. I knew I would please him. I was very happy to finally be doing it. I could even feel pulsing between my own legs. Another orgasm was building. This one would be much stronger. 

I could tell Mick was getting close very quickly. He asked, "Do you swallow?"

I didn't want to take it out of my mouth so I nodded my head and made a "mmm, mmm" sound. I knew my voice vibrations would stimulate him even more.

"That felt good!" he said. I don't know who was happier, him or me. He asked if I liked to swallow. I nodded and made the same sounds. 

"What if I cum all over your pretty face?" he asked. I shook my head and made no sound. Mick was now on the verge. He had reached the point where he'd cum no matter what I did or didn't do. I slid my lips all the way down until they touched his short, curly pubes. His body was tensing and the head of his cock swelled larger. It would be any second. I felt it pumping up the shaft. My own orgasm was starting. 

Suddenly, just as I was about to be rewarded, Mick abruptly pushed my head back. The first spurt did hit the roof of my mouth triggering my own orgasm. The second one went across my nose and forehead. The third hit my nose and cheek. I managed to get it back into my mouth for him to finish. 

I felt cheated but did manage to get some of his cum and it tasted wonderful. When I finally looked up with Mick's softening cock in my mouth, I saw he again had his cell phone in his hand. He was taking pictures of me with his cum on my face.

Mick shook all over and again pushed my head back off his cock. I always like to keep it in my mouth to get all I can but some men get super sensitive after a blowjob. Mick must have been one of them. 

I was sitting on the floor in front of him watching as Mick wound down and my own orgasm subsided. Mick was breathing hard. He did say that it was the best blowjob he ever had. I was so proud of myself because it was also the best one I'd ever had... and I didn't even cum that hard because I was concentrating so much on pleasing him.

I told Mick I needed to clean up and as I was heading toward the bathroom I commented, "I hope you like me without make up." I could replace my lipstick but that was all I had with me. 




A Difficult Confession



Afterwards we both sat naked on the couch and talked. He asked me a lot of personal questions about my two husbands and we even talked briefly about work. Mick was aware that I had a second orgasm while sucking him. He said he had never heard about that before and again commented on how easily I cum. He was very interested about where I learned to give such a good blowjob. I told him a few of my early experiences but toned things down because I didn't want him to know how big a slut I'd really been.  

I think I turned him on because we started kissing again. This time Mick took the initiative. After several minutes of kissing, Mick had another full erection. 

"I've got to fuck you," he told me. "Let's get on the bed." 

We went up to his bedroom and got into bed. Mick started kissing my breasts and started kissing lower. I stopped him. 

"I don't want you that way Mick," I said. "I want you in me.

"God, you're a horny bitch." Any pretense that it might be a romantic coupling ended when he said, "If you fuck as well as you suck, I'm in for a hell of a ride!"

He moved between my legs and wasn't at all gentle. He just shoved it in with one thrust. The other thing he did that was unusual was that he kind of pinned me to the bed with his weight. That limited my ability to respond to his movements. Everyone does it differently, I guess. 

All in all, he felt very good inside me. I would have preferred to have him my mouth of course but I was doing this for Mick, not me. Still, another orgasm started with me. That was as much from the excitement of doing it with someone different as it was from what he was doing. Mick was right about one thing; I loved doing it. 

Mick was just hammering away with little concern for my pleasure. This was all for him. His technique was very different from Dan's in the way he would grind it after he pushed it all of the way in. I was hoping Mick would last a while since he had just gotten off an hour ago. I guess I had forgotten that with twenty year olds, it doesn't matter.

I managed to get one small orgasm in before he was done. His weight was on me the entire time and I could barely move and he still said I was really good. He said I really knew how to do it. I didn't do much more than lay there. His next compliment was not as flattering.

"Your pussy is tight for an older lady. Either you don't fuck much or your husband has a little dick". Mick was a bit larger than Dan but not that much. He was right the first time. I don't fuck that much. Never have.

I went to clean up and returned to the bed. Mick said that he needed a nap to build up his strength before "fucking" me again. I was ready for more sex. All of a sudden I remembered why I liked doing it with two men. Another guy would have fit nicely there while Mick napped.

I also didn't want to have time to think about being there and what I was doing. I wanted more sex. As Mick lay there on his back, I took him in my hand. He commented again that I was a horny "bitch." It took a little while but I managed to get him partially hard. Then I moved down under the sheets and took him into my mouth.

"I can't believe you!" Mick said but he seemed to enjoy it. He hardened in my mouth. Once I was sure he was going to be able to cum again, I moved between his legs and began to take my pleasure.

That was my second favorite position. My first is kneeling while the man in sitting or standing. I probably like standing more because a lot of times the guy's knees will buckle that way and I really like causing that. I definitely want to make Mick's knees buckle sometime. This time Mick just lay there but it didn't matter. This time it was for me and I managed two orgasms. The last one was the big one I was looking for before he got off.

After that, Mick said he couldn't keep up with me and had to get some rest. For the time being, I was sated too and snuggled with him. 

At 7:02 am, I opened my eyes. At first, I was slightly disoriented because of the strange surroundings. Mick was still fast asleep. I was beginning to feel guilty but I was also horny again. I wanted one more blowjob before I went home. Back under the covers I went. Mick's erection woke up before the rest of him did.

"I can't believe I'm waking up to a blowjob," were his first words. This time there would be no pulling out. I wanted his cum for breakfast and got it. 

We showered together but I couldn't get him back up. In fact, he kept telling me to leave him alone. We went downstairs and sat nude in his kitchen while we drank some orange juice. I kept feeling him and begging him to let me do it just once more but he wasn't responding. Mick couldn't believe I was that horny of a person. He said that he definitely couldn't get it up again.

"Want to bet?" I challenged and knelt on the floor to take him back into my mouth. He didn't try to stop me. I had just gotten started when Mick tapped me on the shoulder.

"I think you had better quit now." I shook my head and did the "mmm, mmm" no again with him still in my mouth.

"I forgot, I'm supposed to play racket ball with Rocky this morning," he said. I figured that was an excuse for not wanting to do it again.

I took my mouth off of him only long enough to say, "You're going to be late," and went back to work. 

"You can tell him," Mick said. "He's standing at the door."

I jumped up and there was Rocky looking right at my nude body through the glass in the top of the door. I ran embarrassed to the living room where my clothes were. Mick let Rocky in.

I had barely gotten my panties on when the two of them walked into the room. I remember Rocky saying, "God, you look good naked," as I pulled up my slacks. I was really embarrassed and didn't answer. I slipped my heels on while throwing my blouse on. Without even buttoning it, I raced for the door and left. 

I didn't go back to Mick's that weekend and didn't see much of him that first day back at work. We did pass in a hall and I only got a casual, "Hi." I thought that was curious. On the other hand Rocky, who I normally saw only rarely, I was seeing everywhere. Whether it was on purpose or not, I don't know. What I do know is that he had this smirk on his face all day. Rocky is married with a lovely wife and I was hoping he would keep his knowledge to himself. 

The entire week was much the same. I didn't see much of Mick and Rocky had that infuriating smirk every time we say each other. After work on Friday, I found a note on my car's windshield. All it said was "Meet me at BJ's." I looked around and saw that Mick's car was still in the lot but Rocky's wasn't. I was certain Rocky left the note. I wasn't about to meet him and headed home. 

I was nearly home when my cell phone rang. It was Mick. All he said was "I'll be there in 15" and hung up. I knew what he meant. I turned around and headed to BJ's. I did want to talk to him. 

I got there and Mick wasn't there. I sat at a table and ordered a drink. It was at least 15 long minutes before Mick walked in followed by Rocky. As soon as I saw Rocky, I made up my mind to finish my drink and leave. I didn't want to discuss things with Rocky present. On his way to the table, Mick stopped the waitress and told her "we'll have two Miller Lites on her tab" and pointed to me. I thought that was some nerve but nodded consent. The two sat on either side of me at the round table. 

"How ya doing babe?" Mick asked with his normal cocky attitude. "Get enough of my cock the other night?"

I couldn't believe he'd talk like that in front of Rocky. I glared at him. Rocky sat quietly with his smirk. 

"You know," Mick said, "I don't want to wear you out or anything but I was thinking that I might like some more of that tight little pussy of yours."

With the passing of a week and Mick's cool attitude toward me, I figured that it was just a one-time thing with me. He'd gotten what he wanted and would move on. After my initial disappointment, I resigned myself to the situation. I even told Dan about what Mick and I did that night...some of it, anyway. 

I didn't tell him about my submissiveness. He wouldn't have understood that and I certainly couldn't explain it because I didn't fully understand it myself. I didn't tell him about Rocky catching me blowing Mick the next morning either. That would have raised concerns about how discreet I was being.

I even convinced myself I was happy about the way things worked out. There'd be no danger of me getting out of control. No danger of messing up my comfortable life. I slipped easily back into my prissy persona while privately mourning the fact that I'd never have Mick's cock in my mouth again.

"I think this conversation is entirely inappropriate and I don't like you talking like that," I told Mick haughtily, letting the hurt I'd felt spill out. 

The waitress was serving their beers at our table. She was a cute little thing, probably just Mick's type. She was standing right there and heard Mick say, "You're not such a sassy little bitch with my cock in your mouth." I was so humiliated.

The waitress winked at Mick and said, "None of us are," before walking away with an exaggerated wiggle. 

As the waitress walked away Mick added, "I got to say that, you do give the best head I ever had."

"I don't think Rocky needs to hear that," I told Mick.

"Hear it! Honey he saw you in action," Mick said and laughed. Mick had me flustered.

"I'm not your honey," was all I could think to say.

Rocky hadn't spoken a word. I'm sure he was enjoying seeing Mick humble me. Mick wanted to get down to business and asked when I would have free time this weekend. I told him I didn't know and again said that we shouldn't be having this conversation in front of Rocky.

"Hell, my man Rocky here wants to fuck you too," Mick informed me loudly.

"I don't think so," I said, glaring at Rocky. I asked Mick politely to keep his voice down. 

"Don't worry," Mick told me, "he's not getting a shot at you." For some reason, that made me feel better. Then he added, "I may fuck you in front of him but he don't get any." 

I didn't want to continue being there but there is something about Mick. Before he walked in, I wasn't horny or even considering anything sexual. In fact, I going to tell him it was a one-time thing and it wouldn't happen again. Then in he came, talked vulgar, embarrassed me in front of a colleague, and treated me like shit. My mental reaction was disgust. My physical reaction was to become super horny and want him. I can't explain it. 

Mick ordered more drinks and I told him that I really should go. He just looked at me.

"You'll stay if I want you to stay," he asserted. It wasn't a question but a statement. I tried to salvage some dignity.

"Well I guess I could stay for one more." 

Mick put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. "Good girl," he said. He made me feel wonderful then he dashed my feeling by turning to Rocky and saying, "See, she'll do anything I want." I remained quiet. Rocky just shook his head, almost in disbelief.

Mick appeared to be showing off for his friend at my expense. To demonstrate his authority over me, he said "Work's over honey, loosen up." He reached over and unbuttoned the top button on my blouse. I didn't do anything and he opened another. Part of my bra was showing and I still just sat there. Rocky was again shaking his head in disbelief. 

At that point a guy came over to our table. He knew Mick and Rocky. They talked and ignored me. They were talking about upcoming college football games. I again told Mick I had to go. He interrupted his conversation only long enough to tell me to be at his house Saturday morning early. He said he would leave the door unlocked and added, "You already know where my bedroom is." I didn't answer either way; I just got up and left. 

It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving. I got up at 7:00 am and dressed in jeans and a pull over sweater. Dan was curious about where I was going. I didn't want to tell him then because I wanted to avoid the many questions that would result. I told him I was going shopping. Later I told him the truth. 

I arrived at Mick's house a little before 8:00. True to his word, the door was open. I went inside. I didn't know where the light switches were so stumbled through the dark house to his bedroom. I sat on his bed and shook him to wake him. He smiled and said he was pleased to see me. He also said that he knew I would be there. 

Knowing I was there again to give myself sexually to Mick was still a little unsettling for me. On the other hand, Mick was as relaxed as could be. He reached up with one hand to feel my breast. When he discovered I wasn't wearing a bra, he asked if I left it home just for him. I told him no. For some reason he seemed upset with that answer and let go of my boob. 

Mick rolled over and told me to "put some coffee on."

"I don't know where anything is," I told him.

"You'll find it."

I stood up and Mick told me to wait. He told me to take my sweater off first. 

"Why?" I asked.

"There's something I find sexy about a woman, topless, in the kitchen."

I took the sweater off, folded it, and put it on his dresser. Mick never even looked. 

I went back downstairs in the dark and fumbled around until I found a light switch. His coffee pot was on the counter and I looked through cupboards until I found the coffee. It felt stranger making coffee for him then it did being naked from the waist up. I expected him to come down to the kitchen but he didn't. I sat there until the coffee was done, getting hornier by the minute. I went back upstairs to find Mick again asleep. I woke him again, this time by feeling his cock.

Mick pushed my hand away and told me he needed a shower. He stood up naked.

"Give it a little kiss first," Mick said, indicating his morning erection. I did and it was more than one kiss. He pushed me away and headed toward the bathroom. He told me to go on down and he would be down in a minute. 

I waited in the kitchen and Mick came down several minutes later wearing a bathrobe.

"I thought you didn't wear clothes around the house," I chided.

"I do when I'm expecting company."

That statement took me by surprise. He had invited me there and even said that he knew I was coming and still had someone else coming?

"WHO?" I demanded to know.

"Just Rocky."

"What is it with you and Rocky?" I asked peevishly.

He said that they were just friends who had a lot of the same interests. He went on to say that they both liked racket ball and played together just about every Saturday morning. 

"But you knew I would be here this morning," I whined. 

He smiled and shrugged. I was a bit miffed that he never changed his plans knowing I was going to be there. Having extra marital sex was a huge thing in my life but for him, it seemed that it wasn't even worth changing his plans for. 

"And you didn't change you plans?" I asked, saying what I was thinking.

"I didn't change my plans because I didn't have to," Mick told me. "I knew I could do you and still play racket ball."

I was furious but still poured his coffee for him. I had thoughts of pouring it in his lap and walking out. It was then that I remembered my sweater was on his dresser. 

"If Rocky is going to be here, I need to put my sweater back on," I said. "In fact I shouldn't even be here." I headed out of the kitchen. 

"Stop being such a bitch and leave the sweater off," Mick told me. I stopped but before I could say anything he told me that I could go if I wanted to and he "wouldn't give a shit" either way. Then he said that if I wanted to act like a "cunt," he would rather I go. He said that he knew I wanted to be there or I wouldn't have come in the first place. 

I just stood there listening while Mick went on. He said that the night I was there, I couldn't get enough of his cock. I blushed knowing how true that was. He said I was desperate for a "good fucking." He said that by fucking me he was doing me a favor because I was too much of a stuck up, snobby bitch to get fucked on my own. I started to say that I wasn't like that but before I could get the second word out, Mick stopped me. 

"Not one word from you, CUNT," he said angrily. "Either get your ass over here or get the fuck out". 

I felt like I was a little girl who had just done something wrong and had gotten reprimanded by her father. Tears were in my eyes as I walked back to the kitchen table where Mick sat. 

"I still ought to just throw you out and let the whole neighborhood see your little tits," Mick said maintaining his angry look. "Being the slut you are, that would probably just turn you on." He asked me if I liked having people see my "tits." 

"No," I said softly. 

"You're a lying cunt too," he spat out. "I think it's time I paddled your ass."

I could tell that he was deadly serious. 

"No Mick," I pleaded a bit frightened. 

"Shut the fuck up and drop my jeans!"

"No Mick, please," I begged. 

"DO IT NOW!" he yelled scaring me. 

The tears were going down my cheeks as I started unfastening my belt. I had never been spanked before in my life and didn't know what to expect. After opening my zipper, I wailed in desperation, "But Rocky is supposed to be here." 

"I don't give a shit about Rocky," Mick answered. "Now DROP EM." I pushed my jeans over my hips and let them fall to my ankles. 

"Panties too," he said. I pushed them down to my jeans. Mick pushed his chair out from the table and told me to bend over his lap. 

"No Mick," I tried to plead one more time.

"DO IT!!" he yelled loudly. 

I lowered myself over his lap. He started rubbing my butt and said in a much calmer tone, "You do have a pretty ass." Then without warning his hand cracked hard across my butt cheeks. It really stung and I yelled. Then he did it again. That one even hurt more. I tried raising my hands to protect myself but he shoved them away and smacked me harder. After two more I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Will you start listening now?" Mick asked. I was crying so hard that I had a hard time answering. I finally got out a "yes". Mick smacked me hard again.

Through my tears I said, "Please, mo more." He slapped me even as I tried to reason with him.

"We're not done yet bitch," Mick told me and slapped my rear again. "You've need this for a long time. If your husband had done this years ago maybe you wouldn't be the bitch you are today. You are a bitch aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered, "no more." He slapped my rear again.

"Say it," he ordered.

"I am a bitch," I said. 

"And you're a stuck up cunt."

"I'm a stuck up cunt," I told him. 

You're a slut too."

I answered, "I'm a slut."

"You love cock,"

"Yes, I love cock."

"You want my cock don't you slut?" 

"I'm a slut for your cock," I said. 

He slapped me hard again bringing more tears. I was surprised because I had said what he wanted to hear and still got it. He said it was because it sounded like I wasn't sincere. Mick continued the questioning by asking, "Do you like to suck cock"?

"I love to suck cock," I answered.

"Do you want to suck my cock now"? 

"Yes."

"Will you suck it in front of Rocky?" I hesitated and that brought another smack on my butt. He asked again and I quickly said "OK". He made to say it.

"I'll suck your cock in front of Rocky," I said.

"Tell me you'll suck me any time or place, in front of whoever I choose."

"I'll suck you off any time you want Mick. Anywhere you want. I'll do it in front of anyone you say."

Then I had to tell him that he could fuck me anyplace or anytime he wanted. He wanted me to say that I would only "fuck" him and no one else, not even my husband. I wouldn't do that and got two more hard slaps on the butt before he conceded that I could do it with my husband.