Straight Female / 42
Last Confession
You were right, on so many things. I do feel better confessing what happened and last night when I cried in your arms and you just held me, that’s what I needed. I know you weren’t trying to have sex with me, I wanted to. I also know that I will have to tell my husband I cheated again. I just don’t know how or when, because I don’t want this to end. Whatever it is. Last night was the first time I went to your house. Sex was slow and romantic. It was the first time in I don’t know how many years, that it didn’t feel like a fuck. Also, it was nice just laying there with you after we had sex. You asked me three questions. The answer to all three is yes. I just don’t know how or when.
I know you say that posting here is ther**eutic for me and helps me to know myself better, but I also know that it’s a turn on for you. I love the way that you order me to do things it turns me on and it makes me want you more. It makes me want to do all the things you like. Anyway, none of that is the subject of this post. My first affair that I had shortly before I got married is supposed to be.
I was 25 years old. I had been dating my Hubbie for a while then and we were engaged. I got a job with this title company that did a lot of work with high-end clients. I had this boss, that everyone called Mr. Jacks or Mr. J. He was in his mid-30’s, very well off. He always dressed nice in tailored, double breasted, 3 piece suits. He was well-kempt with a British accent. He was very dry and maybe a little arrogant. But he felt powerful. He always had a presence. His demeanor was consistently serious.
I had been with the company for a year or so and got noticed for what I thought, and still like to believe, was always doing good work. Our company was to attend a national conference for 3 days and I was one of the five people to go. It was going to be Mr. Jacks, his office manger myself and another girl. I was roomed up with the other girl.
On the second evening when we had some free time, Mr. Jacks invited the other girl and myself to take a helicopter tour of Vegas and then join him and some clients for dinner. It was all very impressive. At dinner, the other girl was engaged in conversation with the client, when Mr. J bid everyone farewell. He looked at me and said Rebecca, (he always called me by my proper name), you will accompany me.
Mr. J took me to the bar and regaled me with expensive liquor and compliments on my performance. He was a smooth talker despite his dry demeanor. In the short span of one drink he made me feel like I was the best employee he had ever had, the most attractive woman in the building, and brilliant. In retrospect, he was feeling me out for receptiveness. Truthfully, he was the most interesting man I had ever met at that age and it probably wouldn’t have mattered what he said to me. Finally he said, I see that you’re engaged, pointing out my ring. He went on to mention how proud he must be of me. I joked that he was probably more proud of his video game scores, which may have had some truth at that time. Mr. J made a disapproving face at that comment and without hesitation, he stated that we should continue this in a more intimate setting.
I eagerly accompanied him to his suite. It was a huge lavish room with a spa in the middle of it facing a panoramic view of the city. He had a bottle of Dom Perignon sent up. We sat on the balcony and drank that whole bottle. I was feeling good and tipsy and looking back, trying my best to be sophisticated. Mr. J did a great job of making me feel as though I was succeeding. We walked back inside and continued our conversation. He walked in behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I froze. I knew what he was doing and wanted it. He slid his hands across to push down the straps of my sleeveless dress.
I stood there shaking with excitement. Mr. J said, please climb in, as my dress dropped to the floor. I was standing there topless in panties and heels. I stood there stuttering. He directed me to finish undressing and assured me that even though we had a huge window it was all very private. Then he slid his hands down my hips and lowered my panties. He stepped in front of me and looked me up and down. He said, lovely indeed and offered me his hand so that I could take my heels off. He continued to hold my hand as I stepped into the tub.
Mr. J stepped away as I sat in the tub with a racing mind and trembling body. It was something like 15 minutes. He made a phone call and then stepped in to the bathroom. When he came out, he was wearing a bathrobe, which he dropped to reveal that he was wearing swim trunks. He climbed in with me. We were not in there very long before there was a knock at the door. They didn’t wait for a response and opened the door. It was a waiter bringing another bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries. This was my first real experience with exhibitionism, although I didn’t know what that was or what I was feeling in that moment.
The waiter came over to the side of the tub with a cart where we were sitting. I slouched down in the water trying to hide behind the bubbles. But they didn’t cover everything. The waiter asked if we were celebrating a special occasion. Mr. J said that we were celebrating my upcoming nuptials. The waiter congratulated us both on the upcoming wedding and Mr. J corrected him. He said, Oh no not me, only Rebecca will be getting married soon. The waiter said, Oh of course as if it were nothing and everything that was happening was common. It probably was to him.
The waiter began to pour the champagne and looked like he was preparing to hand them to us. Mr. J said, we will be coming out now and he stood up and offered me his hand. I was a shy kid, but I knew enough to understand how exciting this was. I took his hand somewhat coyly and he lifted me out of the water. My eyes were on the waiter who was about my age and trying to act professional. I saw him looking though. I know now that Mr. J was showing off as if to say, look what I have and you don’t. I stepped up out of the tub and Mr. J did too. He stood next to me and ran his hand down my lower back and on to my ass cheeks, cupping the very bottom of them and squeezing, making it obvious to the waiter. I took my champagne and Mr. J took his. We did a cheers and Mr. J told the waiter that we would require privacy. The waiter said he would inform the desk and put the sign on the door.
The waiter exited the room and Mr. J took the glass from my hand and put them both on a table. He walked up and kissed me. He whispered in my ear to remove his shorts. I must have hesitated because he asked if I didn’t understand him. I didn’t say anything, I lowered his trunks, kneeling to do so. He told me to lay on the bed. I stood up and then laid back and he put my legs on his shoulders before going down on me. Up until recently it was the most erotic experience of my life. After brining me to orgasm, he sat me up and put his penis in front of my face. He put his hand on the back of my head and directed me toward what he wanted. I gave him oral sex but not for long before he laid me back and we had sex. I left his suite and went back to my room later that night.
Over the next several weeks, Mr. J and I had sex several more times. None of it was as exciting as that first night and I eventually resigned from the company and went to work for one of our clients. Mainly because I knew I couldn’t continue to work there and be married. I chalked that up as my last fling before getting married and assumed that my soon to be Husband would be the last man I ever slept with.
As we all know, I was wrong.
I know you say that posting here is ther**eutic for me and helps me to know myself better, but I also know that it’s a turn on for you. I love the way that you order me to do things it turns me on and it makes me want you more. It makes me want to do all the things you like. Anyway, none of that is the subject of this post. My first affair that I had shortly before I got married is supposed to be.
I was 25 years old. I had been dating my Hubbie for a while then and we were engaged. I got a job with this title company that did a lot of work with high-end clients. I had this boss, that everyone called Mr. Jacks or Mr. J. He was in his mid-30’s, very well off. He always dressed nice in tailored, double breasted, 3 piece suits. He was well-kempt with a British accent. He was very dry and maybe a little arrogant. But he felt powerful. He always had a presence. His demeanor was consistently serious.
I had been with the company for a year or so and got noticed for what I thought, and still like to believe, was always doing good work. Our company was to attend a national conference for 3 days and I was one of the five people to go. It was going to be Mr. Jacks, his office manger myself and another girl. I was roomed up with the other girl.
On the second evening when we had some free time, Mr. Jacks invited the other girl and myself to take a helicopter tour of Vegas and then join him and some clients for dinner. It was all very impressive. At dinner, the other girl was engaged in conversation with the client, when Mr. J bid everyone farewell. He looked at me and said Rebecca, (he always called me by my proper name), you will accompany me.
Mr. J took me to the bar and regaled me with expensive liquor and compliments on my performance. He was a smooth talker despite his dry demeanor. In the short span of one drink he made me feel like I was the best employee he had ever had, the most attractive woman in the building, and brilliant. In retrospect, he was feeling me out for receptiveness. Truthfully, he was the most interesting man I had ever met at that age and it probably wouldn’t have mattered what he said to me. Finally he said, I see that you’re engaged, pointing out my ring. He went on to mention how proud he must be of me. I joked that he was probably more proud of his video game scores, which may have had some truth at that time. Mr. J made a disapproving face at that comment and without hesitation, he stated that we should continue this in a more intimate setting.
I eagerly accompanied him to his suite. It was a huge lavish room with a spa in the middle of it facing a panoramic view of the city. He had a bottle of Dom Perignon sent up. We sat on the balcony and drank that whole bottle. I was feeling good and tipsy and looking back, trying my best to be sophisticated. Mr. J did a great job of making me feel as though I was succeeding. We walked back inside and continued our conversation. He walked in behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I froze. I knew what he was doing and wanted it. He slid his hands across to push down the straps of my sleeveless dress.
I stood there shaking with excitement. Mr. J said, please climb in, as my dress dropped to the floor. I was standing there topless in panties and heels. I stood there stuttering. He directed me to finish undressing and assured me that even though we had a huge window it was all very private. Then he slid his hands down my hips and lowered my panties. He stepped in front of me and looked me up and down. He said, lovely indeed and offered me his hand so that I could take my heels off. He continued to hold my hand as I stepped into the tub.
Mr. J stepped away as I sat in the tub with a racing mind and trembling body. It was something like 15 minutes. He made a phone call and then stepped in to the bathroom. When he came out, he was wearing a bathrobe, which he dropped to reveal that he was wearing swim trunks. He climbed in with me. We were not in there very long before there was a knock at the door. They didn’t wait for a response and opened the door. It was a waiter bringing another bottle of champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries. This was my first real experience with exhibitionism, although I didn’t know what that was or what I was feeling in that moment.
The waiter came over to the side of the tub with a cart where we were sitting. I slouched down in the water trying to hide behind the bubbles. But they didn’t cover everything. The waiter asked if we were celebrating a special occasion. Mr. J said that we were celebrating my upcoming nuptials. The waiter congratulated us both on the upcoming wedding and Mr. J corrected him. He said, Oh no not me, only Rebecca will be getting married soon. The waiter said, Oh of course as if it were nothing and everything that was happening was common. It probably was to him.
The waiter began to pour the champagne and looked like he was preparing to hand them to us. Mr. J said, we will be coming out now and he stood up and offered me his hand. I was a shy kid, but I knew enough to understand how exciting this was. I took his hand somewhat coyly and he lifted me out of the water. My eyes were on the waiter who was about my age and trying to act professional. I saw him looking though. I know now that Mr. J was showing off as if to say, look what I have and you don’t. I stepped up out of the tub and Mr. J did too. He stood next to me and ran his hand down my lower back and on to my ass cheeks, cupping the very bottom of them and squeezing, making it obvious to the waiter. I took my champagne and Mr. J took his. We did a cheers and Mr. J told the waiter that we would require privacy. The waiter said he would inform the desk and put the sign on the door.
The waiter exited the room and Mr. J took the glass from my hand and put them both on a table. He walked up and kissed me. He whispered in my ear to remove his shorts. I must have hesitated because he asked if I didn’t understand him. I didn’t say anything, I lowered his trunks, kneeling to do so. He told me to lay on the bed. I stood up and then laid back and he put my legs on his shoulders before going down on me. Up until recently it was the most erotic experience of my life. After brining me to orgasm, he sat me up and put his penis in front of my face. He put his hand on the back of my head and directed me toward what he wanted. I gave him oral sex but not for long before he laid me back and we had sex. I left his suite and went back to my room later that night.
Over the next several weeks, Mr. J and I had sex several more times. None of it was as exciting as that first night and I eventually resigned from the company and went to work for one of our clients. Mainly because I knew I couldn’t continue to work there and be married. I chalked that up as my last fling before getting married and assumed that my soon to be Husband would be the last man I ever slept with.
As we all know, I was wrong.
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