This is an amazing but true story.
The company I worked for in 1998 was in the midst of a downturn. They layed off about half of our division but for some reason I kept my job. After two weeks of shuffling papers-there wasn’t much to do-they transferred me and 6 others to a branch about 100 miles away and fired the rest. This, of course, meant that we had to leave our homes and families and live temporarily in a motel. Up until that point in my life I had always been a faithful husband despite some great temptations. After a week or so in the new office I noticed one of my co-workers was making eyes at me and flirting. She was an attractive woman and I judged her to be in her late 30’s. I did notice that she wore a wedding ring. This office had a huge filling room filled with floor to ceiling cabinets containing all the important data from the pre-computer age which we were slowly, but surely integrating into the computer system. One afternoon I was looking for a particular document. I was standing on a chair searching an overhead cabinet when she came in. I was busy and didn’t pay her much attention at first. She came over and asked what I was looking for and I told her.
My movement on the chair caused it to slip slightly. She grabbed my legs and said she would keep me from falling. As I was standing there busy looking for the document it occured to me that her face was inches from my cock and I began to get arroused. Glancing down I saw her looking at my crotch and wondered if that was what she was interested in. I let out a gasp as I felt her hand move up my inner thigh. Surely she isn’t going to touch me there I thought. I was now so hard that I was sure I was going to rip the front off of my boxers. I leaned forward a bit, closer to her head and she responded by pulling me closer. I looked down at her and saw a devilish smile. Her hand ran over my bulging hardon and she let out a little giggle. At that point I had found what I was looking for and started to climb down from the chair. We didn’t say a word. Her arms went around me and she kissed me. My hand went to her ass and pulled her hard against me. I backed her into a cabinet our lips never parting, our tougues trashing wildly. “Not here” she said. She was right of course, anyone could walk in at any time. She told me she would wait for me in the parking lot after work at 4. That’s how it began. What followed was 3 weeks of the most intense wild sex you can imagine. It was always late afternoon and she would leave before 7 and never on weekends. I went home on weekends. We cooled a bit in the third week and soon she stopped coming by my office. The following week I noticed her flirting with a new guy in our office.
Let me pause in this discourse and describe this lovely creature to you. She was about 5′7″ tall with shoulder length light auburn hair. Her eyes were the clearest blue I have ever seen and she had a beautiful face with an alluring smile. Her figure was very good, not excellent but close enough. Her breasts were full and perky, not very much sag at all for her age. Her nipples were average in size but they were very light pink which facinated me since my wife’s nipples are large and dark. Her pubic hair was trimmed on her inner thighs but full from the top of the pelvic bone to her anus, then it thinned. It was a dull brown in color and always had a very inspiring womanly scent. She had a very full ass, not overly large but rather shapely. Sexually she was totally out of control. When we weren’t fucking away in one of any number of wierd positions she contorted herself into she was blowing me and fingering herself so that I had to watch. She loved having sex in front of a mirror so that she could watch us which I found strange but enjoyed nevertheless.
As I said, after about 3 weeks of nonstop sex the well dried up and I found myself with my dick in my hand and only memories. One morning I found an envelope on my desk. In it was a note from her asking me to come to visit her at her home the following evening and directions to it. Taped to the bottom were 3 cunthairs, unmistakably hers.
I found her house easily enough. Her husband, a balding man about my size met me at the door and introduced himself. He had a classic Mustang in the driveway and we chatted about it and went out to look it over. We went back in, sat on the sofa and had a cocktail. She appeared shortly dressed in a pair of very tight “pussypants” shorts with a very obvious cameltoe and a loose haltertop which showed a great deal of cleavage. She had prepared roasted chicken for dinner and it was an enjoyable meal. I rather liked her husband. He was an engaging conversationalist and we shared many interests, notably classic musclecars. After dinner we fixed more cocktails and chatted. At some point we moved into a denlike room to see photographs of a car show he had attended and his collection of trophies he had won. He mentioned that he had a VCR tape of one of the shows and aqsked if I would like to see it. I sat on a couch directly in front of the TV and he sat in a chair nearer the set. Soon his wife joined me on the couch. The tape went for about 10 minutes and then went to snow. We continued to chat not paying attention to it when suddenly I saw a beautiful hairy mound on the TV. The camera moved up the torso, paused over the breasts and went to the face. I was speechless. She laughed and said something about the creative camera work. The figure on the TV rolled over seductively arching her back and raising her ass so that she became open and vulnerable. The camera zoomed in, the legs parted and a hand began carressing and moving through the fur, parting the lips. Then another figure appeared. It was the lower torso of a male with an errection. The camera angle was such that the viewer saw the actual penetration but as the act progressed most of what was seen was the males hindquarters. I still had not uttered a word. I felt her hand in my lap and she leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t know what to do. Soon she was unzipping my trousers. I looked at her husband. His back was to me watching the screen. She pulled my cock out and began sucking it. On the TV the actors had changed positions and it was obviously the female holding the camera focusing on their genitilia during missionary sex. I was still a bit perplexed and confused over this scenario but highly arroused and in no short order sent a stream of hot cum into her throat which she gulped down with a big “mmmmmm”. At that point her husband arose and turned toward us. I didn’t know if I was in for a fight or what but he laughed and asked us to follow him into the bedroom. She whispered to me that he liked to make movies. I agreed to participate only if my face was not photographed. They both accepted that. He brought along a digital camera and an old clunky VCR camera which he set on a tripod. She and I undressed and he had me stand on my knees on the bed while she sucked me. Then we moved into several different positions while he photographed us. I was so excited that I did not loose my hardon even after I had cummed. He disappeared for a short while and reappeaqred with a tube of KY anal jelly. I had never had anal before but I coated my cock with the greasy jelly and she backed her ass up onto me telling me to go reallly slow until she said it was ok. Her husband was getting closeups and would periodically tell us to stop and hold our positions while he photographed. When I got in all the way I was surprised at how tight she was but it almost felt like I had an elastic band around the head of my dick, uncomfortable but pleasurable. She began moving first telling me to hold still. Soon she was whimpering and asking me to fuck her. I started slowly and soon I was overcome by the thrill and was fucking furiously. I discharged my load into her and she slid away from me groaning. I was a bit messy. Her husband pointed toward the bathroom and I went in and washed myself off. When I returned to the room they were in the missionary position slowly grinding away with her legs high on his shoulders, kissing romantically and talking softly. I decided not to bother them and make my exit.
I have seen the movie a couple of times and the digital pics which she sent to me via e-mail. My face is not visible in any of them. We have made love in front of her husband a few times since then and she and I went on an overnighter to a vacation spot once. We are still friends but she has a new lover now and I feel sure he is being photographed. Her husband and I have been to a car show together and we are friends. Her sexual appitite and the movies have never been discussed between us. I guess he is just tolerant of her sexual appitite.