Straight Male / 35
This is probably the best venue for my weird story. I'm not sure I can call Margo my sex partner, a lover nor even a "friend with benefits." The two of us met at work. I'm 35 and she is 42. We are both married to other people and both married under unusual circumstances, both for "convenience" to people we were not in love with. Margo and
I also don't love each other, not by a long shot. I don't even like her.
At 5'10" Margo is just a few inches shorter than I am. She's slim and flat chested, over-educated, with several advanced degrees, and, I feel, she's ready for bisexual activities, although she vehemently denies it. She is a senior VP at my company and I'm still in the ranks of marketing and sales promotion. We had later admitted that we noticed each other. I felt she was arrogant and self-centered, the type I usually dislike. The director of marketing was out sick one day and I was asked to report to her for the whole week. I did not look forward to it.
Margo has gray hair, wears only the slightest makeup and strange, thin spectacles she claims she found in Paris, France. They never leave her face. The day I first reported to her (there have been other days) we had more than one argument where we both told each other to calm down. Looking her over, I found she had sub-zero sexual attraction to me. She treats me like a leper so the feeling is mutual. After the first meeting we had, a year ago now, she announced she was starved and was going out for a steak of some kind.
Somehow, I ended up going with her. We phoned our homes to inform spouses we were eating out. She insisted on driving her Mercedes, no doubt to remain with her "in charge" feeling. I left my car (no Mercedes, far from it) in the company parking lot. She drove us to one of her favorite places, an overpriced, pretentious place with several times too many waiters. I loved the meal but near the end of it had just about enough of her arrogance. She insisted on paying the tab, which turned out to be added to a running tab she had there. When we got to her car, I grabbed the door for her and suddenly, she came at me full frontal opening my mouth with her powerful tongue. If her tongue had gone deeper in my throat I probably would have started to digest it.
Bewildered by this strange turn of events I found myself giving in quickly as she began to manipulate my growing erection through my trousers as we French-kissed. Still with a serious scowl on her brow, she whispered, "Get into me. I need you inside me." We went into her car on the back seat and I quickly found myself having the best fuck in memory. She reached down and played with my cock and balls while we fucked. In no time, as it seemed, she began to have a string of orgasms, and while having them pushed me away at first then pulled me in again and we continued our sexual intercourse.
She drove back to the company lot and before parting, we engaged again, still fully clothed. She announced she was "safe" so to "spill your seed inside me." Margo announced that, "As she suspected," our sexual union is very successful, would I like to continue?" Now, a year later, I really lost count how often we have been "so conjoined" in her odd vernacular.
That first time I was so surprised and excited that I almost raved to my wife about the great fucking I just had. Margo and I are still doing it, mostly in her nearby apartment that she purchased for our liaison. Now I am fearful that we might begin to like each other and spoil everything.
I also don't love each other, not by a long shot. I don't even like her.
At 5'10" Margo is just a few inches shorter than I am. She's slim and flat chested, over-educated, with several advanced degrees, and, I feel, she's ready for bisexual activities, although she vehemently denies it. She is a senior VP at my company and I'm still in the ranks of marketing and sales promotion. We had later admitted that we noticed each other. I felt she was arrogant and self-centered, the type I usually dislike. The director of marketing was out sick one day and I was asked to report to her for the whole week. I did not look forward to it.
Margo has gray hair, wears only the slightest makeup and strange, thin spectacles she claims she found in Paris, France. They never leave her face. The day I first reported to her (there have been other days) we had more than one argument where we both told each other to calm down. Looking her over, I found she had sub-zero sexual attraction to me. She treats me like a leper so the feeling is mutual. After the first meeting we had, a year ago now, she announced she was starved and was going out for a steak of some kind.
Somehow, I ended up going with her. We phoned our homes to inform spouses we were eating out. She insisted on driving her Mercedes, no doubt to remain with her "in charge" feeling. I left my car (no Mercedes, far from it) in the company parking lot. She drove us to one of her favorite places, an overpriced, pretentious place with several times too many waiters. I loved the meal but near the end of it had just about enough of her arrogance. She insisted on paying the tab, which turned out to be added to a running tab she had there. When we got to her car, I grabbed the door for her and suddenly, she came at me full frontal opening my mouth with her powerful tongue. If her tongue had gone deeper in my throat I probably would have started to digest it.
Bewildered by this strange turn of events I found myself giving in quickly as she began to manipulate my growing erection through my trousers as we French-kissed. Still with a serious scowl on her brow, she whispered, "Get into me. I need you inside me." We went into her car on the back seat and I quickly found myself having the best fuck in memory. She reached down and played with my cock and balls while we fucked. In no time, as it seemed, she began to have a string of orgasms, and while having them pushed me away at first then pulled me in again and we continued our sexual intercourse.
She drove back to the company lot and before parting, we engaged again, still fully clothed. She announced she was "safe" so to "spill your seed inside me." Margo announced that, "As she suspected," our sexual union is very successful, would I like to continue?" Now, a year later, I really lost count how often we have been "so conjoined" in her odd vernacular.
That first time I was so surprised and excited that I almost raved to my wife about the great fucking I just had. Margo and I are still doing it, mostly in her nearby apartment that she purchased for our liaison. Now I am fearful that we might begin to like each other and spoil everything.
