Pizza Guy

The guy at the pizza place, the owner, said to me he wanted a private chat. I'm 38, unmarried mother of two, so I said what's up ? He said if I ever wanted to make some extra money he could help. He was fifty something, still good looking, still in good shape, a nice guy. He said I could work for him but not in the shop. It would be private, no one would know. OK, I knew what he wanted, so I turned him down. He said no hard feelings, said he was willing to pay for some fun on the side. His wife didn't have to know. I said no harm in asking, I wasn't upset.

I still went to his shop, it was handy to where I lived and the kids liked the pizza, plus the other Italian food on sale. Whenever I saw him he was always friendly, never said nothing about the offer he'd made.

Maybe six months later he said how's things. I said a bit tough. Money was always a problem. To be honest I'd warmed to the idea of fucking him for money but wasn't going to come right out and say it.

He said I haven't changed my mind yet. You know what I want. All you have to do is nod your head. I said call me, gave him my number. Easy as that. Why hadn't I done it before?

He came over one schoolday, I was alone, we had a couple of hours. I said we can fuck, no condom. I can blow you. He told me how much he'd give me. I thought this is OK.

He took a shower and we had a good time on my bed. He had a hard cock, very nice. I enjoyed sucking it. Licked my pussy, made me cum. Fucked me twice, didn't hurry, didn't blow too soon, made it last good.

I said how come your wife doesn't like this. He said we've been married too long.

I said come and see me whenever you get a hard on. He said we got to keep this quiet. I said no prob.

That was the first time we fucked, done it a few times more since. All good. I don't see nothing wrong with doing this.