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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, that his 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. Tom escorts me to my room 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 adjoining 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? But 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 tonight, 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 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. The morning after: I woke a few minute before six, my head on Tom’s chest, his arm still draped across my shoulders. I lay motionless for several minutes, listening to his heart thumping rhythmically. It was a comforting sound. I recalled the events of the previous evening and felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. I realized that I had never really made love before last night. Oh, I had been fucked before, and driven to orgasm with some regularity. When David did decide to have sex, which was an exceedingly rare occurrence recently, more often than not he could make me cum. However, last night was different. Tom made me feel safe and loved while making me feel vulnerable too. Tom managed to find his way into a part of my heart that I was previously unaware existed. When Tom made me cum, he made me feel loved at the same time; loved in a way I had never felt before. I recalled that for the briefest of instants last night, I considered asking him to wear a condom, but decided against it. I wanted his sperm inside me. I wanted to take his seed, and store it inside my womb. I recalled the previous evening. I had never felt more at peace than I did as we remained coupled together, Tom’s erection still pulsing inside me as we cuddled together after he made me climax, and ejaculated inside me. I knew I should feel guilt, shame or remorse, but I felt none of those emotions. Yes, I had violated my marriage vows and betrayed my husband’s trust, but honestly, I did not regret a single thing that I did with Tom last night. I had the most fulfilling and intimate evening of my life with a beautiful, sensitive man who satisfied me physically and emotionally in a way no one ever had before. No, I had absolutely no regrets. I started tracing my finger nails across his chest. He stirred slightly. I rolled over to allow me to kiss and suck on his nipple, as I ran my hand down his taut abdomen. As my fingers traced across his navel, they grazed the head of his penis. My fifty two year old lover had some morning wood for me. I liked finding him erect. I recalled what Jack Nicholson said in the movie, ‘Bucket List’ ‘Don’t ever waste a hard-on.'. I wasn’t going to waste this one! I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, barely touching him. “Whatcha got there?” Tom asked as he stirred to consciousness. “The most magnificent penis I have ever encountered. Can I keep it?” I asked playfully. “Connie, it belongs to you as long as you want it.” “Oh, goodie! I have just the place for it,” I said as I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I lowered myself down, sliding Tom’s rigid cock inside me. “Girl, you are very wet,” Tom said with a surprised tone. “Well, you left a lot of your little spermies inside this little girl last night. It makes for an easy entry,” I explained. “Now you just lie there and let me have my way with you.” I sat straight up. Squatting astride Tom like I was, I was forcing his cock into me at a very different angle than when I am on bottom. In this position, the head of his cock was forced against my front vaginal wall, and this excited me tremendously. The large glans of his penis had found my g-spot. I was able to grind down on him and force the pressure into my g-spot. I fucked him for several minutes as my arousal built. I knew I was going to cum just like this. There was little question in my mind, I was going to cum soon; I could feel it building inside me. Tom was arching his hips now, stroking in and out of me. I raised up and pulled most of him out of me, and then slammed myself down as hard as I could, making a distinct slapping sound as my buttocks smacked against his muscular thighs. Tom pulled me forward, pressing my breasts against his chest and began to fuck me while he held me tightly. With each stroke he would grind the head of his penis into my g-spot. I started rocking my hips, grinding my clitoris against his rigid shaft as he slid in and out of me. My arousal continued to build. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, and my movements became faster and more dramatic. “Oh shit, I am going cum.” I started fucking Tom with a passion, pushing myself down as far as I could, grinding the head of his penis deep inside me. Suddenly, I felt my vagina simply open up with a series of spams. Moaning loudly, I came violently, with a large and long series of convulsions rocking my slender frame. Tom was pushing up against me with each thrust. “Oh god, I am cumming. Oh, don’t stop… Fuck me hard… Just like that... Just like that... Oh fuck, don't stop... Oh god...” I said as I pushed down to meet Tom’s upward thrusts. The head of his cock was buried deep in my abdomen. As I came, Tom arched his hips up, burying himself inside me. Tom hugged me tightly, holding me against his chest as his loins stiffened. I heard him grunt as a series of spasms quaked through his body. I knew he was ejaculating. I could feel his penis throbbing deep inside me, shooting ropes of his viscous sperm into my pussy. We lay there panting, our sweaty chests sliding against each other as we tried to resume normal breathing. I lay across Tom’s chest panting in a post orgasmic bliss. I was sweating, and panting. Leaning forward, I kissed him in gratitude. I contracted my vagina and hugged Tom’s cock which pulsed inside me in response. I loved the slow rhythmic throbbing of his large penis as it emptied the final few drops of semen inside me after my powerful orgasm. We lay coupled together for several minutes, savoring our slow descent from the bliss of a climax. “Now that’s the way to wake a man up in the morning,” Tom said. “I’m glad you approve. We need to get cleaned up. Would you like to join me in the shower? I’ll let you scrub my back.” “I’d rather do your front,” Tom quipped. “If you’re a good boy, I might let you do both.” As I walked to the bathroom for our shower, a large dollop of semen seeped from my vagina. I caught the majority of Tom’s sperm on my fingers as it ran down my inner thigh. I brought the gooey mixture up to my nose and inhaled. “You even smell good,” I explained. "I like your scent." We washed each other in the warm spray of the shower. As we dried, Tom asked, “What happens when we get back to the office?” “What do you mean?” “Was this a one-time affair, or what?” I set down my towel and placed my arms around his torso. Both of us were naked. “Tom, that is completely up to you. After last night, I don’t think I could ever refuse you anything. I am yours for the taking, whenever you want me, whenever you need me.” Tom’s penis began to grow hard as I spoke. “Anytime I want you?” “Anytime. Are you going to fuck me again?” “I think I am,” Tom smiled. “Oh my. I’m going to get fucked out of breakfast, aren’t I? I thought to myself, this is pretty amazing performance for a fifty two year old man, but since he’s gone the last seven years without being with a woman, I guess he’s trying to make up for lost time. We finally make it to breakfast: It was a little before eight o’clock when Tom and I finally went downstairs for breakfast in the M Bistro. As I stared at him across the table, I knew that I would never refuse him anything. I guess I fell in love with him weeks or months ago, and just didn’t know it until last night. Is that possible? To be in love and not really know it? I’m convinced it is. I was enjoying my fresh berries, fresh squeezed orange juice, English muffin and coffee when Tom turned the conversation back to business, “Connie, I meant what I said about making you the account manager. The job is yours if you want it. And, just to be clear, there is no obligation to sleep with me, or anyone else. That is not part of the job description. If you and I are never together again, the job is still yours.” I put down my coffee and thought before responding. I feigned sadness and asked, “Are you saying you don’t want to sleep with me again?” “Quit being a brat or I’ll take you up to the room right now and show you how much I want to sleep with you again.” “Promises, promises,” I teased. Then I thought to myself, ‘you better not call his bluff, he might actually take you upstairs and try to fuck you again.’ “Okay, what precisely would my duties be as account manager since you claim that taking care of your marvelous erections is not among them?” “Oh you are a wicked little girl. You are making me a little bit hard right now just talking like that.” “Good to know I have that effect on you.” No one ever made me feel as sexy, beautiful or desirable as this man made me feel these past twelve hours. Would I still feel this way a week from now? Or a month from now? Who knows? But I was in love right now. “You would be responsible for monitoring the delivery of the product, overseeing quality control, ensuring that customer concerns and complaints were addressed properly and timely. You would also coordinate with the lab on new product development. Your main job would be to make sure that no one, not the engineers, not the field personnel, and not the supply chain folks, ever have a reason to want to change companies.” “Do you really think I’m ready for this? You haven’t forgotten that I’m just a glorified secretary, have you?” “I want to be careful here. I do not want to offend you, but no, honestly, you are not fully prepared for this assignment. No one is ever fully prepared for their first job at this level. However, six months from now you’ll be my top account manager.” “Okay. So how do I survive the next six months?” I asked, genuinely concerned about failing. More than anything, I didn’t want to let Tom down or disappoint him. “I will help you. I can keep you afloat until you really learn the job. I have no doubt about your ability or your intellect. I’ve seen how hard you work and how thorough you are. I’ve seen how quickly you pick things up. If you’ll make the commitment to stay with this, and not quit on me, I will make sure you succeed,” Tom said with a confidence that both inspired and frightened me. “You’re sure I can do this?” “Absolutely, sure. Well, I am sure we can do this together. And stating the obvious once again, this is not contingent upon you and I being intimate.” I thought for a second before replying, “Okay, but you’re not cutting me off, are you?” “Cutting you off? What do you mean?” I giggled a bit before answering, “You’re not going to refuse to make love to me, are you? I got sort of attached to that marvelous penis of yours last night. I want to make sure you continue to grant me access to it.” “I guess I could make that part of your bonus structure,” Tom replied with a loud laugh. He was obviously proud of his comeback. “Bonus? I get a bonus?” “You’re going to like this. You get one percent of all revenue from the account.” “One percent does not sound like much.” “Connie, last year we sold them over two million dollars of product. Your bonus would be over $20,000 a year. Plus you get a company car, and a significant raise to your base salary.” “Oh my. I was prepared to do this for my current salary, just to help out the company, and you.” “Connie, that’s very kind, but I insist upon compensating you fairly. You’ll be making at least $30,000 a year more than you are now.” I paused for a moment. “How often will you expect me to travel to New Orleans to meet with the clients?” “I imagine you’ll need to come over here at least once a week, for a night or two. You’ll need to stay in close contact with the engineers and the field personnel to make sure that they are satisfied with everything. You’ll need to have strong relationships so that when something is wrong, they pick up the phone and call you about it.” “Will you be accompanying me on any of these trips?” I asked coyly. “Every chance I get.” “Then two nights a week in New Orleans sounds like a lot of fun. And I know how we can save some money on our travel budget.” “How?” Tom asked, somewhat confused. “Well, for the good of the company, I’d be willing to share a room with you. You know, just to keep down expenses.” “That’s very nice of you.” Beignets with Don: I finished my coffee and looked at my watch. It was a few minutes before nine. “What time do we need to be back in Lafayette?” I asked. “I have a two o’clock conference call.” “Do you mind if I start my new assignment this morning before we head out, with you helping me?” “What do you have in mind?” Tom asked. “I thought we’d run by Café du Monde and get a
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few dozen beignets and take them to the engineers and supply chain folks. I would like to tell them that if they have any issues or problems, day or night, to call me directly. I’d like to give Don my contact information so that he knows we are serious about giving him great service.” “Connie, that’s an excellent idea. Let’s check out of our rooms and head over to their office.” We arrived at Don’s office at quarter to ten. Tom and I were each carrying two boxes of sweet decadence known in South Louisiana as beignets. Beignets are sugar laden pastries that can be an integral part of any unhealthy, but delicious Cajun breakfast. They are genuine ‘fat pills’. We approached the receptionist’s kiosk and asked to see Don, my dance partner from last night. “Is he expecting you?” “No, but would you let him know that Connie Hester and Tom Bell swung by to say goodbye before heading back to Lafayette.” I listened as she dial his office. “Mr. Thompson, there is a Ms. Hester and a Mr. Bell here to see you, and they are bearing gifts.” After a pause, I heard her respond, “Okay, I’ll send them back.” Hanging up the phone, she asked us, “Do you know where his office is?” Tom replied, “Yes, we do.” We rode the elevator to the fifth floor. I followed Tom to Don’s corner office. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Don asked with a big smile. “I wanted to find out if you did your wife any good last night,” I said flirtatiously as I handed two boxes of beignets to Don. I looked around and added, “Don, I must say, I am impressed. This is a great office. My god, look at the view.” I walked over to the window and glanced at a freighter traveling up the Mississippi River. I looked over my shoulder at Don and lightly chided him, “You’re not looking at my butt, are you?” Both men laughed loudly. “Busted again,” was Don’s only answer. “Don, the real reason for the quick visit was to let you be the first to know that Connie will be taking over as account manager for your company,” Tom informed him. “That is great news. Congratulations, Connie. Let me know how I can help,” Don said enthusiastically. “Thank you.” Tom continued, “We will need your help until she gets her feet on the ground. Don, I promise you that once this lady gets up to speed, she will do great by you, but I’d like your help in giving her a little air cover for the first couple of months, till she comes up to speed.” Don got a serious look on his face, nodded to the two chairs in front of his large mahogany desk and said, “Okay, let’s talk for a minute. Have a seat.” Tom and I each sat silently waiting for Don to take the conversation in whatever direction he chose. “Connie, I need you to do three things, and if you do, you and I will get along fine.” “Okay, I’ll try.” “First, never lie to me. Whatever the problem I, no matter how fucked up it is, just tell me the truth. If you shoot straight with me, I’ll shoot straight with you.” “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I responded. “Second, keep your commitments. If you tell me you are going to do something by a certain date, make sure it gets done.” “That is how I operate.” “And three, return my calls promptly. I won’t bother you unless I really need to speak with you.” “Don, I promise you, I will do those three things. I don’t have business cards yet, but here is my personnel cell number. If you need something, twenty four seven, call me.” We chatted for a few more minutes before Don said, “I really would love to chat longer, but I have meeting with the executive vice-president to explain how the seven percent reduction you guys offered me last night is really a great business deal for the company.” “Are you going to be able to convince him?” I asked. “I’ll handle it,” he said confidently. “Could you have your secretary distribute these beignets to the engineers we met with yesterday?” I asked. “We have to head back to Lafayette. Please have her tell them I plan to be back here next week to meet with them to get a better understanding of what their issues are.” “You got it. And I will have her tell them the good news that you are our new account manager, and make sure that they know that the beignets are from you.” As Don walked us to the elevator bank, I asked, “So did you?” “Did I what?” Don asked in a puzzled tone. “Did you do your wife some good last night?” “I actually thought that I really hurt her last night,” he said with a huge smile. “Hurt her?” “Yeah, during sex, she moved!” he replied with a boisterous laugh. I admit, it caught me off guard and I giggled a bit. I was starting to like this guy. The drive home: By eleven thirty, we were headed west on Interstate 10 leaving New Orleans heading towards Baton Rouge. If traffic was not too bad, we’d be back in time for Tom’s two o’clock conference call “Tom, I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity. No one has ever believed in me the way you do. I know you are betting a lot on me. I won’t let you regret it.” “Connie, I’m not taking a risk. I know you. I’ve known you since you were a little girl. I saw greatness in you when you were little. I remember thinking, ‘this little girl is going to grow up and become a remarkable woman’. I used to think that if I ever had a daughter, I’d want her to be like you.” I sat there silently for a minute or two, thinking about what Tom just said. “Tom, that may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Seriously, that is about the best compliment a woman can receive from a man that he’d want his daughter to be like her. It’s a little fucking weird if he says it the morning after he pumps her puddy full of his stuff, but it’s a very nice thought nonetheless.” “Don’t go making this weird. I mean it. I’m trying to tell you that I have known that you were special for years. I knew you were wickedly smart. And I knew you were tenacious, like a bull dog. If you decided to do something. I knew there would be no stopping you. I admired that. I still do.” “Thank you. It’s funny, David never says anything like this to me.” “David doesn’t see it. He can’t.” “Why not?” “I better stop. I’ve already said too much.” “No, tell me. Tell me what you’re thinking,” I insisted. I needed to know what Tom really thought of my husband. “I don’t mean any disrespect.” “Just tell me what you are thinking.” “David can’t see it because he’s too busy looking at himself. Before he got laid off, he was too busy admiring himself to really see you. He did not realize what he had in you, how fantastic you were. Now that he’s unemployed, he’s too busy pitying himself to really see what you have done for him. He has never really realized what he has.” “And what does he have?” I asked. “The most spectacular, beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet.” I knew what Tom was going to say, but I wanted to hear it. The words felt genuine, and that felt good. I sat silently for several minutes before saying, “You mean he once had that. I think last night, he lost a lot of what he had.” “Connie, I don’t want to be the cause of you and David breaking up. I really don’t. I will back away if you want.” “Tom, your backing away is the very last thing I want. Don’t pull away from me, please.” We had passed through Baton Rouge and were now on the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge. The Atchafalaya Basin Bridge, as its name would suggest carries Interstate 10 over the Atchafalaya Basin, nearly twenty miles of snake and alligator infested swamp land between Baton Rouge and Lafayette. This elevated stretch of road has only two exits and no entrances. I realized we had approximately twenty minutes of driving on an elevated bridge, the fourth longest in the world, with no opportunity for other drivers to come up on us unexpectedly. This provided us with a unique opportunity for privacy. I reached over and started massaging Tom’s penis through the gray fabric of his trousers. His cock pulsed up in response to my touch. I unzipped his fly and snaked my hand into his trousers. I found the ridge of the glans and teased it gently. Soon he was three quarters erect. “You know you are pretty impressive for a fifty-two year old man.” “Thank you, I guess. But how much experience with fifty two year old men do you have?” “Fair point. So far, only one, but I have read all the articles in Cosmo. I know you guys are not supposed to be able to get hard on command like this,” I answered truthfully. “Connie, no one has ever had this effect on me. Even when I was in my twenties, no one could arouse me the way you do.” “Not even Barbara?” “Barbara was a wonderful woman. I loved her with all my heart. I never cheated on her. The sex part was nice, but not anything like what you and I had last night.” “Really? You’re not just playing with my head right now, are you?” I really did not want to be played, or used. “Connie, last night was the absolute best sex I have ever had. Fifty two year old men are not supposed to be having better sex than they had in their twenties and thirties, but last night…well it was the best night of my life.” “Thank you for saying that. Tom, have you ever gotten a blow job while driving?” “I can’t say that I have. Have you ever given one?” “Never, not once. This will be a first. How good is your concentration?” “I think it's pretty darn good. Why?” “Set the cruise control on sixty two miles per hour, keep two hands on the wheel, keep your eye on the mirror, and if you see a state trooper, give me a warning.” I unhooked my seatbelt and fished Tom’s thick penis from his pants. It was thick and heavy, but not rigidly hard like last night. I stroked him up and down and asked, “Tell me when you first thought you would get to fuck me last night.” Then I knelt in my seat and took the thick glans of his penis in my mouth. “Oh god, that feels good,” Tom moaned. “Talk to me or I won’t suck on you,” I cautioned. “Tell me when you first started thinking about fucking me.” Tom’s cock swelled in response to my question. “Fuck, Connie. I could go to jail if I answered that honestly. I’ve been thinking about you for years, since you were sixteen. “Sixteen? Oh my,” I said before returning the swollen glans to my mouth. “I used to see you with your long legs and perky breasts when I was over at your parents’ house. I remember one day you came in from running. You were wearing a white spandex top and red gym shorts. I could see the perspiration on your neck and chest. You were sixteen years old and you sat and talked with me in the family room. The air conditioning made your nipples stand up like little pebbles,” Tom said as he related this memory. “Go on,” I encouraged. “I remember thinking, this is the most attractive young woman I have ever seen. You were poised, sexy and innocent at the same time. Your beauty was enhanced by the fact that you seemed to be unaware of how beautiful you were. You certainly were unaware how hard your nipples were under that thin spandex material.” As I slowly stroked his thick shaft in my fist, I twirled my tongue around the ridge that separated the mushroom shaped head from the veiny shaft. Despite the fact that I could not recall the specific afternoon to which Tom was referring, I felt an outpouring of affection toward Tom knowing that something as trivial as talking to me a decade ago, when my nipples were hard, and on display, was a cherished memory to him. I lifted my head long enough to say, “I never knew. Okay, tell me when you first thought it was a real possibility that we’d ever be together.” I resumed sucking on him. “Okay, honestly, I had a fantasy when you and I left Lafayette, yesterday morning, but it was just a fantasy, a fleeting thought. Something I would think about while masturbating. It wasn’t until you told me to leave the door open between our rooms that I thought it might actually happen.” “You masturbated thinking about me? That is so sweet.” “I’m glad you’re not offended.” “Offended? I’m flattered.” We had been on the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge for about five minutes now. I figured that I had about fifteen minutes before we exited and got back into heavy traffic. “Tom, I want you to cum in my mouth, if you can, okay?” He reached over and slid his right hand into the neckline of my blouse and into my bra. He was tweaking my right nipple gently. I liked his touch as I sucked his thick cock. Tom started rocking his hips ever so slightly in rhythm to my strokes and the bobbing of my head in his lap. I could hear his breathing becoming more labored as his arousal grew. His erection was now rigidly hard. I was kneeling in the passenger seat, my butt in the air when I heard us pass an eighteen wheeler on our right. Seeing my ass in the air and my head in Tom's lap, left no doubt what was going on in the front seat of Tom’s Audi as we passed him. The driver let out a long blast of his horn. I assume it was a congratulatory blast to Tom for getting an interstate highway blowjob. Although the driver would never know my identity, there was something about being observed sucking my boss’s penis on the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge that resonated with my exhibitionist streak. I could feel my juices leaking out of me, soaking the crotch of my panties. Tom’s humping became more pronounced, his breathing more ragged. I knew he was close. Usually, I am not a big fan of giving blowjobs. I rarely did it for David over the years. Something about sucking my husband’s cock felt degrading. So the few blowjobs I gave him were reserved for special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. However, I felt differently about doing this for Tom. There was nothing degrading about sucking Tom’ erect penis. I was enjoying giving Tom another memory that he would never forget, and one that he couldn’t tell anyone about. The few times I had sucked my husband to ‘completion’, I would pull away immediately before he ejaculated and finish the job manually. I never let him cum in my mouth. However, for obvious reasons, that was not even an option here. I certainly couldn’t have Tom return to the office with semen streaks all over his trousers. So I continued to suck on him. “Oh fuck Connie, I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot… I can’t hold back.” I lifted my head for a second to say, “Cum for me Tom, cum in my mouth.” I returned the pulsating head to my mouth just in time to capture the first string of Tom’s sperm as he ejaculated. I swallowed the slightly salty semen and suddenly another dollop of sperm erupted in my mouth. I was surprised that ingesting his precious seed was not at all offensive. In fact, it found it strangely satisfying on a deep emotional level, knowing that Tom was the only man whose semen I had swallowed. I decided I would share this unique bit of trivia with him later. I continued pumping his cock with my fist as I sucked and swallowed his ejaculate. After forty or fifty seconds Tom exhaled deeply and with his voice quaking, said, “Thank you so much for that. That was wonderful.” I started to sit up, but noticed a final dollop of semen seeping out of the tiny slit to Tom’s urethra. I returned to suck that up too. I didn’t want to lose a drop. “I was happy to do that for you. It was a first for me,” I confessed. “You mean doing that in a car?” Tom asked for clarification. “Well that too. But that is the first time I ever swallowed.” “Seriously?” I smiled, and said, “Seriously. You are the first man to put his sperm in my tummy.” “I am honored,” Tom said before pausing. I could see that he was trying to find the right words to say something. After thirty or forty seconds he added, “Connie, can I tell you something?” “Of course.” “Barbara never swallowed either. That was a first for me as well.” “I like knowing that. Thank you for telling me that.” I felt incredibly close to this wonderful man, who happened to be almost precisely twice my age. I looked up and saw the large green sign that read ‘Butte La Rose exit 2 miles’. “You better put that thing away. We’ll be in heavy traffic in couple of minutes,” I cautioned as I sat up and buckled myself into my seat. Tom wrestled with returning his cock, which was still very erect, back into his trousers and zipping himself up. “Thank you for that, Connie.” We arrived at the office a few minutes before two. “Connie, I want you to join me on this conference call at two.” “Okay, I’ll be glad to, but why?” “We are going to be talking with one of our main suppliers. It will be good for you to just listen and learn about the bulk materials we buy and blend at the plant.” I smiled silently. He really was going to teach me the business. I felt so professional. Then I felt a little sad as I realized that David would not find any joy in my professional advancement. In fact, he would feel threatened by it. (Note: a special thank you to Lisa and Don, both of whom have provided invaluable support editing and proofreading this story. The quality of this story is greatly enhanced because of their input.) Coming soon: Chapter Four – Home with David

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