Straight Female / 50
When You Are His Office Lover
I'm 50 now, but once upon a time I had an affair at work. I was 33 and he was 50 and he kissed me, forcibly, in the parking lot. I pushed back and asked him what he thought he was doing. He told me he was going to fuck me. Any all resistance from me just evaporated, like a sheep led to slaughter I let him take me to a motel and he fucked me. It was the beginning of a ten year affair.
I had to learn my place, he made sure he fucked me in my ass. That makes you a whole lot more submissive and less likely to challenge him. Two ass fuckings and you get on your back in a jiffy and offer him your pussy. Cock sucking is also a way to make you submissive. In bed, side by side is one thing, but on your knees in his office under his desk is another. You have to look up to him, if not you get your head pulled back the hair and your face slapped for attention. You learn to keep your eyes locked on his with his dick in your mouth.
The relationship is unequal. It has to be. You are there to be fucked and to do things for him. It's a hard lesson to learn, to be told to clean up the dishes, or change the sheets and make the bed because he wants to fuck on clean sheets. You do this, you don't complain or argue, it's not your place. He's the one with the cock and balls and your the one with the hole between your legs, guess who gets on top?
Being the office lover is a job. You can't talk about it, you have to be discreet, bills go through your credit cards and your bank account. He gives you cash, you pay the bills. He has friends who have office lovers, this is the closest you get to having a woman you can talk to about his habits, and you compare notes. Dominant is one thing, abusive is another. At least my man friend was dominant but not abusive. He never hit me, he fucked me, but never hit me.
Once you know your place and the rules you can settle down to enjoying the sex and the attention, being his squeeze, keeping an apartment where he wants to come see you, his favorite liquor, keeping changes of clothes for him, toiletries. Even spare medications. You have two phones, your regular phone and the phone you use with him. Under an assumed name. You have to remember that being his lover is an exposure to him so you do everything in your power to make sure it's not traceable.
Your fall in love, that's really what happens. You want him to have a good relationship with his wife, a divorce would be financial disaster for him. You are in the shadows, under the sheets, under him. That's where you live. for ten years. And then he died suddenly, gone in sixty seconds, in your bed, on top of you. You call his wife first. You call an ambulance, not the police, and have him taken to a hospital where they pronounce him dead. You have to pay off the ambulance. You help the wife make arrangements, you are the one that knows about his insurance, his pension, his savings, his 401K and deferred comp. You are his personal secretary and now you have to help her.
He had a separate insurance policy with me as beneficiary and I came out more than OK, not that I wanted him to have a heart attack. His wife, after some time, had this townhouse I live in passed onto me as executor of his will. Thank you for your service.
But now I am alone, ten years is along time to be in love with a man. I sometimes meet his wife for lunch and we talk about him. Finally a woman I can talk with about my life with him.
I had to learn my place, he made sure he fucked me in my ass. That makes you a whole lot more submissive and less likely to challenge him. Two ass fuckings and you get on your back in a jiffy and offer him your pussy. Cock sucking is also a way to make you submissive. In bed, side by side is one thing, but on your knees in his office under his desk is another. You have to look up to him, if not you get your head pulled back the hair and your face slapped for attention. You learn to keep your eyes locked on his with his dick in your mouth.
The relationship is unequal. It has to be. You are there to be fucked and to do things for him. It's a hard lesson to learn, to be told to clean up the dishes, or change the sheets and make the bed because he wants to fuck on clean sheets. You do this, you don't complain or argue, it's not your place. He's the one with the cock and balls and your the one with the hole between your legs, guess who gets on top?
Being the office lover is a job. You can't talk about it, you have to be discreet, bills go through your credit cards and your bank account. He gives you cash, you pay the bills. He has friends who have office lovers, this is the closest you get to having a woman you can talk to about his habits, and you compare notes. Dominant is one thing, abusive is another. At least my man friend was dominant but not abusive. He never hit me, he fucked me, but never hit me.
Once you know your place and the rules you can settle down to enjoying the sex and the attention, being his squeeze, keeping an apartment where he wants to come see you, his favorite liquor, keeping changes of clothes for him, toiletries. Even spare medications. You have two phones, your regular phone and the phone you use with him. Under an assumed name. You have to remember that being his lover is an exposure to him so you do everything in your power to make sure it's not traceable.
Your fall in love, that's really what happens. You want him to have a good relationship with his wife, a divorce would be financial disaster for him. You are in the shadows, under the sheets, under him. That's where you live. for ten years. And then he died suddenly, gone in sixty seconds, in your bed, on top of you. You call his wife first. You call an ambulance, not the police, and have him taken to a hospital where they pronounce him dead. You have to pay off the ambulance. You help the wife make arrangements, you are the one that knows about his insurance, his pension, his savings, his 401K and deferred comp. You are his personal secretary and now you have to help her.
He had a separate insurance policy with me as beneficiary and I came out more than OK, not that I wanted him to have a heart attack. His wife, after some time, had this townhouse I live in passed onto me as executor of his will. Thank you for your service.
But now I am alone, ten years is along time to be in love with a man. I sometimes meet his wife for lunch and we talk about him. Finally a woman I can talk with about my life with him.
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