A Vulnerable Housewife - Chapter Three - Returning home

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 şişli escort 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 şişli escort bayan 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.? mecidiyeköy escort 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.