Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: Faithful (FMM, wife, cheat)
Date: Mon Nov 11 8:54:59 AM PST 1996

			   Forever Faithful
				  by
			      Theresa C.

	I just received an announcement for my tenth High School
reunion. I don't know if I'll attend, but it got me thinking about
the incredible changes in my life between then and now.

	Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary
at a medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (blonde, green
eyes, great complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a
virgin - the perfect product of twelve years in Catholic schools!

	Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted
with me, and a few asked me out. I went, but I guess the fact that I
didn't put-out got around and the dates became fewer and fewer.

	The company had a tradition of giving a dozen roses to
secretaries on their birthday. On my eighteenth birthday, in November,
my roses were accompanied with an invitation to lunch with Robert, a
vice-president, at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Nervous but
so easily impressed, of course, I accepted.

	The restaurant was on the top floor of a downtown hotel. As we
were walking to the elevators, Robert led me to a seating alcove in
the lobby. We sat down and he gently held my hand and looked deeply
into my eyes.

	"Theresa, you already know my style is very direct, but I
don't want that to overshadow what I'm about to say." He paused and
smiled at me, "I really care for you."

	I started to ask him what he was talking about, and he shushed
me with his finger, "My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a
business proposition to you. This proposition results from the fact
that I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the day you
were hired, and I've never had to deal with such an obsession before.
I have reserved a room upstairs, and if you permit me to make love to
you today, and on a regular basis, you will begin our sales training
program next Monday. You know what that could mean to your lifestyle."

	Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant. I
was making $5800 a year, living at home, brown-bagging my lunch and
taking the bus to work. In sales, within a year, I could be making
maybe three times my present salary. I was tempted.

	"Mr. _____, I'm very flattered, and very tempted, but I don't
have affairs. In fact, I'm still a virgin and I'd like to stay that
way until my wedding night." I knew I sounded corny and lame and less
than convincing.

	Robert smiled, "Theresa, I can be very gentle. Let's have
lunch. Think about what I said and you can either accept my proposal
or forget we ever had this conversation. Your refusal would not affect
your present position or promotion potential. You have my word on
that."

	At the best and most expensive lunch I had ever had, but not
tasted, I thought about making a real living in sales. On a personal
note, I admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive - forty-
five-ish, trim, salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and, in my
experience, always the total gentleman. He was certainly a more
attractive person (looks and personality) than any other boy or man I
had ever dated. I also wondered why I was making such a big deal about
being the last virgin in America on her wedding night.

	After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer
to Robert's question, we went to the hotel room and I have never
regretted my decision.

	That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I was shy and
embarrassed. He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching as he went.
When I was naked, Robert devoured me with his eyes and hands and
tongue. I couldn't believe that it was happening. Prior to that
afternoon, the farthest I had ever gone was a few short wrestling
matches with teenage boys in the back of cars.

	In a few minutes, Robert had my body glowing like never before
and tingling to his every touch. After almost an hour of his
attentions, he moved his head down between my legs. I almost pushed
him away, but I had enjoyed everything he had done to me up to then, I
tried to relax as he spread my thighs open wide.

	I could feel his nose in my pubic hair and then his tongue
pushing between my wet pussy lips. I surrendered to him completely
when he sucked my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm
in my life. It swept through me and I'm sure I nearly passed out from
its intensity.

	I was just coming down from its height when Robert reached a
hand up to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his
fingers  I began to climax all over again.

	When I finally finished coming, Robert wrapped the blanket
around me and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep.

	Robert was smiling at me when I awoke, "Theresa, I'd like to
make love to you, now."

	He had undressed while I slept, and he placed my hand on his
penis. I was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it,
and for the next half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it
and then lick it, and finally, how to suck it. I soon became very
adept in the art of cocksucking, but that first afternoon I was
tentative and unsure. He was patient and passionate.

	Robert eventually rolled me over on to my back and knelt
between my thighs, "Relax, Dear. I want you to enjoy this, too."

	And I did. I felt my pussy lips spread around his penis as he
slowly and gently inserted it. He felt huge and hot and powerful.
Then, I felt the resistance and he pushed ever so slowly until, with a
sharp, quick pain, my virginity was gone forever and I was being
fucked.

	The pain became a dull ache and I soon began to enjoy the
feeling of his manhood sliding in and out of me. He dropped his face
to my breasts, sucking first one, and then the other, of my nipples
into his hot mouth. I began to move; lifting my hips to meet his
downward thrusts.

	Quickly, I was nearing orgasm, again, and Robert smiled down
on me, "I am going to come with you, this time, Dear." And he did.

	Robert drove me home after 10:00pm that first night, and, from
that night became a regular but very private part of my life.

	True to his word as always, I began intensive sales training
the following Monday morning, the youngest prospect in the
corporation's history. As fate would have it, I'm very good at sales
and I love it. I've been very successful for the company and for me
(last year I made just a few dollars short of six-figures).

	Robert and I continued our affair, meeting three or four times
a week in the afternoons and eventually, he rented a tiny efficiency
apartment that's full of satin sheets, sex toys, costumes, and little
silky things. Robert also personally arranges the business trips and
convention excursions, and we share a room whenever possible.

	I've never told another person about Robert, and he says I'm
his little secret, too. We accept it for what it is and don't look for
it to be more than what it can be. We feel quite affectionate for one
another; it's much more than just sex, and there's no need for a
commitment. He's married, a wonderful lover, and safe, having had a
vasectomy years ago.

	And what a teacher he's been! Robert and I have tried almost
everything we have seen or heard about - bondage (I enjoy being tied
up), spanking (I don't care for it, but Robert really gets into it,
sometimes), costumes, vibrators, sex creams, videos and sometimes,
just plain sex. I have always done whatever he has asked of me in
bed, and almost always enjoyed it.

	Robert will soon be fifty-six years old and I marvel at his
stamina. Still one of his favorite positions is to straddle my chest,
slop a jelly or oil between my large tits and fuck them. He says his
orgasm is always intense as he watches his cum spurt out of him and
into my open mouth and onto my pretty face.

	Probably the hardest thing for me to deal with is my
relationship with Robert and the fact that I've been happily married
for the last four years.

	I met my husband, Chip, five years ago and almost ended my
affair with Robert. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. It meant too
much to me and didn't interfere with any other part of my life. It was
for me and for Robert, and I couldn't give him up. After worrying
about it for weeks, I adopted the same position with Chip as with
everyone else - my time with Robert just didn't exist outside of our
apartment.

	Probably the most perverse thing I've ever done is share my
wedding day with Robert, because I wanted it to be special for him,
too. The ceremony was scheduled for 6:00pm, so the first thing I did
on the morning of my wedding day was take my gown to our apartment. I
called Robert to tell him to meet me there, and before he arrived, I
dressed in only my veil, gown and high heels. When Robert opened the
door, I slowly raised my dress until my naked cunt was exposed. With a
growl, he pushed me back on to the bed, ripped his zipper down and
shoved his already-hard cock into my cunt in one hard push. He came in
seconds.

	As Robert caught his breath, I began to lick his warm, wet
cock clean. He was soon hard again and positioned me on my hands and
knees. Still in my veil, gown and heels, Robert threw my dress up over
my back and knelt behind me, slowing pushing himself into my wet
pussy.

	"Theresa, I love you all the more for this wedding treat
you've given me. I've thought about what I want to do and decided that
I don't want you to be a virgin anywhere in your body tonight."

	With that, he removed his wet prick from my pussy and pressed
its head between my ass cheeks. We had never had anal sex before, but
I knew that that was what Robert wanted, now. I did what I could to
ease his entry, but it was still a tremendous pressure until he was
completely inside of me. We soon found our rhythm and I eventually
enjoyed my first ass-fuck.

	When he finished, I dressed in my street clothes and returned
home. I never told anyone where I went that morning, but I laugh
because one of my maiden aunts convinced the rest of the family that I
must have taken my gown to the rectory, to have it blessed by a
priest!

	Robert had a surprise of his own in store for me. As I was
changing to leave the reception that night, Robert slipped into the
room and into me for a quickie. I licked him clean and we both hurried
back outside. About a half-hour later, as Chip was entering me for
his very first time, I thought it appropriate that my cunt was already
full of Robert's sticky cum and my mouth still tasted of him.

	Except for the wedding reception and one recent incident,
Robert and I never do anything to jeopardize our marriages or our
professional standing. We limit our contact to the office, trips, our
apartment and rare social events. It was at one of these social events
that I misbehaved to the total satisfaction of both of us.

	Chip and I were hosting a large Memorial Day Bar-B-Q and
Robert and his wife were there. Mid-afternoon, I told Chip I just had
to show Robert a problem I wanted him to work on. I led Robert into
the den and closed the door behind us.

	"So, what's this big problem, Theresa?" Robert asked as he
reached for my tits. I laughed and fell to my knees, opening his
shorts and sucking his hardening cock into my mouth. In seconds he was
hard and I dropped my shorts and panties and bent over Chip's desk.
Robert rammed his cock up my cunt and proceeded to give it a vigorous
pounding. I was grunting with every hard shove and soon began a
wonderful orgasm. Robert soon followed and we quickly rearranged
ourselves and rejoined the party.

	Chip kissed my cheek and asked if Robert solved my problem, so
quickly.

	I giggled, feeling Robert's cum squishing in my cunt,
"Darling, you should know I'd only give him something he could handle
in a few minutes! This is a party!"

	Don't ask me what's going to happen. Chip is talking about
having children. Robert is talking about retiring. And I've had a very
attractive offer to join a very large company. I just can't think
about my afternoons without Robert.