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Women Only
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Straight Female / 51
Teaching My Understudy How To Love Him Like I Do
I was 50 and divorced for ten years making it day by day. Then out of the blue I was contacted by a friend who let me know there was a job opening at a vendor company, Executive Secretary and they wanted an experienced woman with paralegal skills. I got a job paying double what I earned in a nice office working with professional men. A dream job for me, with that job I could get a nicer apartment. After I started they loaned me a car too.
Over time I worked closely with a man, so intelligent, handsome, nice, and I felt he liked me as a person. I quietly fell in love with him. I did things out of womanly habit, I served his coffee in the morning, I cleaned his desk myself, I baked pies, the more I did the more I felt I could truly be his work wife.
A luncheon was held to introduce the executives to a new customer. He asked if I could serve. All I heard was serve him. I put on the best luncheon I could, focusing on him. I truly believed I was discreet, loving him from afar. And then the manager of HR, a 30 year old girl talked to me. She told me hands off, she was his squeeze and she didn't want a scene. Back off.
But he was talking to me, and he touched me a lot. Nothing sexual but definitely familiar. His wife was going out of town and he mentioned how eating alone was something he didn't like. So I invited him to dinner. He came with flowers and wine, and a little g*ft. A very beautiful scarf. Dinner was wonderful, all my wife, woman, mother instincts on alert. When he kissed me after dinner I melted, he took me by my hand to my bedroom and undressed me and made love to me. I was overwhelmed, I confessed my love for him. I offered to let me make love to his penis. We had a glass of the wonderful wine still naked on the bed, he tied the Hermes scarf around my neck, with nothing else on. I slept with a man again.
The next morning he talked about his young lover, and how keeping her happy was a lot of work. He asked me to look after her, to help her grow up. What he wanted was for her to give him a night like had with me. Falling off my chair I asked him if he was serious. Pay attention to his baby, teach her how to please him, teach her how to make love, fucking with her was getting old, he wanted love from her like the love I had for him. He wanted her to learn how to make love with him.
He makes love with me, she gets upset and annoyed, she can't just love him with her body, she thinks fucking is making love. She resents being lectured, learning how to cook for him, learning that her only purpose is to live for him. If I can do it so can she.
Over time I worked closely with a man, so intelligent, handsome, nice, and I felt he liked me as a person. I quietly fell in love with him. I did things out of womanly habit, I served his coffee in the morning, I cleaned his desk myself, I baked pies, the more I did the more I felt I could truly be his work wife.
A luncheon was held to introduce the executives to a new customer. He asked if I could serve. All I heard was serve him. I put on the best luncheon I could, focusing on him. I truly believed I was discreet, loving him from afar. And then the manager of HR, a 30 year old girl talked to me. She told me hands off, she was his squeeze and she didn't want a scene. Back off.
But he was talking to me, and he touched me a lot. Nothing sexual but definitely familiar. His wife was going out of town and he mentioned how eating alone was something he didn't like. So I invited him to dinner. He came with flowers and wine, and a little g*ft. A very beautiful scarf. Dinner was wonderful, all my wife, woman, mother instincts on alert. When he kissed me after dinner I melted, he took me by my hand to my bedroom and undressed me and made love to me. I was overwhelmed, I confessed my love for him. I offered to let me make love to his penis. We had a glass of the wonderful wine still naked on the bed, he tied the Hermes scarf around my neck, with nothing else on. I slept with a man again.
The next morning he talked about his young lover, and how keeping her happy was a lot of work. He asked me to look after her, to help her grow up. What he wanted was for her to give him a night like had with me. Falling off my chair I asked him if he was serious. Pay attention to his baby, teach her how to please him, teach her how to make love, fucking with her was getting old, he wanted love from her like the love I had for him. He wanted her to learn how to make love with him.
He makes love with me, she gets upset and annoyed, she can't just love him with her body, she thinks fucking is making love. She resents being lectured, learning how to cook for him, learning that her only purpose is to live for him. If I can do it so can she.
