Previously: As you recall from previous chapters, my husband was laid off and I was forced into the work place. I was fortunate to land a job working as Tom’s executive secretary. Tom was more than just the President and principal owner of his company. Tom was a dear family friend. I had known Tom since I was a little girl. If I am really honest, I must admit that my getting this job had more to do with my father’s friendship with Tom than it did with my somewhat limited secretarial skills, nonetheless, I worked hard to make sure Tom never regretted giving me this opportunity. At home, things continued to deteriorate. In the months following David being laid off, I watched helplessly as my husband went from being simply discouraged to being despondent. I understood the reasons for David’s despair. I even empathized with what he was dealing with, however, it was difficult to feel close to him during this period. He was drinking heavily and our sex life had become nonexistent. Although I was distressed as I witnessed my husband wallow in self-pity and depression, I was genuinely enjoying working for Tom. Tom was kind, witty, intelligent and charming. Truthfully, my job, and my interactions with Tom, were the high point of my life. So I was taken aback when Tom confided in me that his business was at risk. Our company’s largest customer was threatening to change suppliers, a move that would place our company’s very existence in jeopardy. Tom and I made a quick trip to New Orleans where we met with the Supply Chain Manager. Don was a charming middle aged man who fell victim to my charms almost immediately. Through a combination of Tom’s knowledge and salesmanship, and my shameless flirtation and grinding on the dance floor with Don, we were able to convince him to keep his company’s business with Tom’s firm. As Tom escorted me back to my room, he was effusive in his praise, telling me that I had saved the company. While I knew I played a significant role in the night’s success, I also realized that it was Tom’s knowledge, quiet confidence and salesmanship that really delivered the account. We said our good-nights, and I entered my room alone. As I shut the door to my room and latched the lock, I saw that we had left the doors connecting our rooms open. I stood there staring at the open door leading to Tom’s room. I heard Tom enter his room, and approach the open door. “I guess I should close this, huh?” I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest as I heard myself utter the words, “You can leave it open if you want.” I felt myself blush at my boldness. Tom was my boss, and my father’s friend. I was a married woman. What was I thinking? Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at that moment. I did not want the evening to end. I did not want to be alone. “I think you still owe me a dance, remember?” He smiled and replied, “I do remember something about that.” Tom and I danced in my room, savoring the day’s victory and how each of us played a role in it. “I really enjoyed watching you work today. I loved the way you handled those engineers this afternoon. And the way you closed the deal with Don tonight, well let’s just say, I thought it was very sexy,” I said honestly. “Connie, you deserve all the credit. You had Don eating out of the palm of your hand. I just sealed the deal.” “We made a pretty good team today, huh?” “We sure did,” Tom agreed as he hugged me warmly. It was naïve to think I could spend the night in his arms and we’d behave ourselves. It certainly was unrealistic to think that I could allow Tom in my bed and still keep my marriage vows. However, as I danced with him, I thought that we might just hold each other through the night. Silly huh? However, his touch was intoxicating. It had been so long since I had been held, and touched, I needed more. When I asked Tom to stay with me, to share my bed that night, he surprised me by telling me that he had not been with a woman since his wife died, nearly seven years ago. Upon hearing this, I knew I wanted him travesti istanbul to remain with me all night long. I have never wanted to give myself to a man more than I wanted to give myself to Tom at that moment. I wanted to hold him, take him inside me. I wanted him to cum in me, and hold me through the night. We spend that night at the New Orleans Ritz Carlton hotel making love. It was the most beautiful night of love making I had ever experienced. I climaxed twice. Tom and I made love again the next morning before showering together. Over breakfast, Tom offered me a promotion to account manager, which after considerable discussion, I cautiously accepted. On the drive back home, I was feeling a deep affection for Tom, and I was feeling quite frisky and naughty. So while crossing the eighteen mile long Atchafalaya Basin Bridge, I gave Tom the best blowjob of his life. Partially out of necessity, and partially because of my desire to show Tom the depth of my commitment to him, I did something I had never done before, I swallowed his semen. This was something I had never done for my husband, David. Back Home: We arrived at the office a few minutes before two o’clock, just in time for Tom to participate in his scheduled conference call with his supplier. Tom invited me to sit in on the call in attempt to bring my transition into my new role as account manager as quickly as possible. We both behaved professionally for the remainder of the afternoon. I looked at the clock on my office wall, it was 5:47 p.m., time to head home. I was feeling anxious about seeing David. I was a very different woman than the one who left on the business trip to New Orleans with her boss yesterday morning. Before I left the office, I knocked on Tom’s door. “Can I come in?” I asked. “Of course you can. What’s up?” “I wanted to say good night… No that’s not really true…I wanted to thank you for everything. Tom, last night and this morning…well, let’s just say it was the most beautifully intimate experience of my life. Really Tom, it was the best sex of my life,” I was rambling. I could not seem to talk coherently. “Connie, it was the most beautiful night of my life as well. Thank you. Fifty-two year old men don’t often have a night like we had last night,” he replied. Then he added, “Are you going to be alright?” “Yeah, I think so. I’m just having a little anxiety attack as I am getting ready to head home.” Tom sat silently for a moment before asking, “Would you like to go somewhere and talk? Get a drink or something?” “I better not. I need to go home and face David.” “What do you plan to tell him? About us I mean?” “Oh nothing. He does not ever need to know what we shared.” “You said ‘shared’, past tense. Is that what you want? To put it in the past?” I shook my head and confessed, “Tom, I wish I was that strong, but I’m not. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want to be with you again when we have the opportunity.” “I want that, too, Connie. May I kiss you before you go?” I nodded and walked around to his side of the desk. Tom stood and took me in his arms. I raised my face and he kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue. I felt his penis throb to life as I pressed my body into his. After about thirty or forty seconds, I broke off the kiss. I reached down and gave his cock a playful squeeze. “You really are amazing. I feel like I’m necking with a teenager the way you are hard all the time. I like it,” I teased. “You make me feel like a teenager. I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he admitted. “Maybe we’ll find some time tomorrow to take care of this. But I need to get home now. Thank you again for everything,” I said as I left his office. I stopped at Ambassador’s Wine and Spirits Shoppe on the way home and picked up a bottle of Drambuie for David. I wanted to minimize any chance that my husband would decide to try to end his three month bout of celibacy tonight and want to fuck me. After the intimacy I shared with Tom last night and again this morning, being fucked by David had no appeal right now. Also, I did not want to have to answer why I decided to shave my vulva while on a business trip with my boss. That would be tough to istanbul travestileri explain. I knew if I gave David this bottle of Drambuie, he would have several drinks and be very happy to pass-out on the couch. It was an outcome that was in both of our best interests. It was nearly seven o’clock when I arrived home, toting my overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of Drambuie in the other. “I got this for you. It’s kind of a celebration gift,” I said as I placed the bottle of the amber liquor on the table next to David’s recliner. “What are we celebrating?” “Several things. It was a very successful trip.” David hit the mute button on the remote, silencing the television. “Tell me about it,” he asked. I thought to myself, ‘Honey, there are certain parts of this trip that you are better off not knowing about’. “Well, we saved the account, and I got a new job.” “A new job?” “Yep, you are looking at the new account manager for our biggest client.” “Yeah, who’d you have to sleep with to make that happen,” David replied curtly. Fuck him! I knew he wouldn’t be happy for me. I knew he’d see this as a further threat to his masculinity. Fuck him, I thought to myself. But I did not want to overreact. Above all else, I did not want to have a fight with him tonight. “David, don’t be a jerk. I didn’t have to sleep with anyone to get this job,” I answered with a level of irritation detectable in my tone. “You know, it would be nice if you could be happy for me, for us. This job comes with a big raise, a bonus and a company car. And God knows, we can use the money.” I walked into the bedroom, tossed my overnight bag on the bed and began unpacking. A few minutes later David came into the bedroom. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It was a dickhead thing to say. So seriously, how does someone go from secretary to account manager overnight? And I literally mean, overnight?” “No one is more surprised than I was. But the Supply Chain Manager at Gulf States took a shine to me. I admit I flirted with him, made him feel like he was the smartest, most charming man in the world. I laughed at his corny jokes. You know the regular stuff. Tom did all the heavy lifting on closing the deal, but I kept the Supply Chain manager’s attention with a few strategically placed hands on his arms and shoulders as we talked.” I thought to myself, ‘So far I haven’t lied. I may not be telling the whole truth, but I haven’t lied’. I told David about our meetings with the corrosion and chemical treating engineers, and dinner with Don. I even admitted dancing with Don and feeling him get a bit of a hard-on while we danced. David listened politely, but said nothing. I couldn’t tell how he felt about Don getting a boner while dancing with me. Was he pissed? Jealous? I could not tell. “David, I’m going to run through the shower before dinner. Why don’t you pour us each a glass of Drambuie and I’ll be out shortly,” I said as I walked into the master bathroom. I hung up the jacket and skirt of my navy blue suit, and was unbuttoning my blouse when David returned carrying two glasses of the amber colored liquor over ice. I took one sip and placed the glass on my sink. I was now wearing only my blouse, which was unbuttoned, and my matching bra and panty set. “Connie, I am proud of you for getting this promotion. I’m sorry if I don’t show it properly. To be honest, I’m feeling like a failure right now, and my own failure makes it difficult for me to express how proud I am at what you are accomplishing.” I felt an unexpected empathy and warmth towards my husband, two emotions I had not felt for the past several months. I hugged him as I tried to console him, “David, what happened with your job was not your fault. You didn’t get fired, you were laid off. The entire energy industry is in the toilet. A lot of really good engineers have been laid off.” I suddenly felt something else that I had not felt in months, David’s penis pulsed to life against my abdomen. David brought his hand up under my bra and raised it up, exposing my breasts under my open blouse. My nipples responded, growing erect under his touch. While David teased my right nipple with his left hand, he placed his fingers under my chin and istanbul travesti raised it up. David leaned in and kissed me deeply. My head was spinning. On one hand, I was not prepared for this amorous overture. I was certainly not sure I wanted it. A little over an hour ago, I was kissing my boss goodnight, a man with whom I felt like I was falling in love. On the other hand, this was my husband, a man to whom I promised to love and cherish in good times and bad. Six months ago, I intended to spend the rest of my life with David and have his children. However, over the past six months, I felt that love, as well as my respect, slowly erode away. Now I was seeing the slightest glimmer of the man I once loved inside this shell that had seemed so empty for months. I know it sounds absurd, but I felt like I was cheating on my lover, Tom, as my husband opened his mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips, and felt me up. Emotionally, I was a mess. David, took my hand and lowered it to the erection that was forming in his pants. His cock throbbed under my touch. “You appear to be ready for some action tonight. What’s got into you?” “I’m not exactly sure why I am reacting this way, but I started getting hard when you described how you flirted with the Supply Chain Manager, and he got a woody…what was his name? Dan?” “Don.” “Okay, Don. When I thought about you dancing with him and teasing him just enough to get the account…I don’t know…I could picture you doing that, and it seemed very sexy to me.” Okay, now I was confused. Did my husband just tell me that thinking about me dancing with another man, a man who got an erection while we danced, aroused him? This was bizarre. However, my hand was resting on his cock, which was erect and throbbing under my touch, demonstrating beyond any doubt that this did arouse him. I wondered silently, ‘why would this arouse him?’ and ‘how far would he want me to go?’ I needed to understand this a little better. “So it doesn’t make you jealous to think about another man dancing with me and getting a stiffy?” I was stroking his erection through the linen material of his trousers now. “I’m not sure I understand it myself, but no, not really. I didn’t feel jealous. But imagining you teasing this guy and him responding…I don’t know…it got me kind of hot.” “What if he had made a pass at me?” “Did he?” “No, he was a gentleman. Rather than make a pass at me, he told me he needed to go home and give his wife a pickle tickle,” I answered honestly. I thought to myself, ‘It was me, not Don, who played around the edges on the dance floor. I was the one grinding into him while we danced. I was the one who pulled him into the corner of the hallway and kissed him and placed his hand on my breast. And, I was the one who gave his penis a playful squeeze under the table’, but David did not need to know any of that. “I don’t know Connie. Knowing another guy gets hard around you just reminds me how sexy you are.” “So you need to be reminded, huh?” I asked rhetorically. “I guess I do,” he answered somewhat smugly. “How would you feel about it if he had not been such a gentleman? What if he had made a pass at me?” I asked cautiously, as I continued to stroke his erection through the cotton material of his trousers. Just the mention of someone getting a little fresh with me on the dance floor made his cock swell noticeably. “I don’t know. The thought of you playing around the edges a little bit does sound sexy, especially if you told me about it, or better yet, if I was watching from a seat at the bar.” I realized I was on dangerous ground here. I did not understand why these thoughts were arousing my husband, but the way his cock was throbbing to life for the first time in months was irrefutable evidence that they were. “Okay, tell me what you’d want to see me do on the dance floor. Imagine that you are sitting at the bar watching me, and I’m dancing with a stranger on the dance floor. Tell me what he’s doing to me. What am I doing to him?” I unzipped his fly and fished out his erection. It was more rigid than anytime I could remember. This subject was exciting him. “Well at first, he’s just holding you really close, and you can feel his cock pulsing to life against you, so you know he’s getting hard.” “David, that’s exactly what happened last night,” I confessed, as I slowly pumped his cock in my fist. “Then he starts grinding against you, humping.” “David, Don was humping against me last night,” I admitted.