Straight Female / 44
The Time I Had To Call His Wife And Let Her Know He Was With Me
I was a recent hire, a tax accountant for a large company. He was a 35 year old strategic director. We met in the coffee bar when he was on our floor in conference with the tax director. I wore a sweater that day which was just the right size to hug my boobs perfectly. As a young woman my boobs were my pride and joy, and I wore them proudly. He eyed me and shook his head and walked out, but not before saying 'nice tits'.
He was attracted to me, well my chest, and he came by my cubicle to ask me some questions. When he was around me his eyes spent a lot of time sizing up my chest. I helped by sitting up straight, puffing out my chest. He wanted them, and I wanted to hold his face between my boobs. In no time I was splitting the sheets with him, and he had full access to my best feature.
The 'love' affair became quite serious, and one rainy night he was with me at my apartment. After our love making, he fell back exhausted. 'Call my wife and let her know I'm not driving home in this weather'.
Twenty four, with a married man in my bed, after a love session, it was up to me to call his wife. I knew her by reference, and the pictures on his desk. I had his home phone, I accumulated anything and everything about him. I sat on the edge of the bed, with a sheet around me. I dialed carefully. When she answered I addressed her as Mrs. I gave her my name and told her I worked with her husband. And that he was going to wait for the storm to pass, before driving home.
She didn't answer. Her only comment before she hung up was 'don't get pregnant'.
He was attracted to me, well my chest, and he came by my cubicle to ask me some questions. When he was around me his eyes spent a lot of time sizing up my chest. I helped by sitting up straight, puffing out my chest. He wanted them, and I wanted to hold his face between my boobs. In no time I was splitting the sheets with him, and he had full access to my best feature.
The 'love' affair became quite serious, and one rainy night he was with me at my apartment. After our love making, he fell back exhausted. 'Call my wife and let her know I'm not driving home in this weather'.
Twenty four, with a married man in my bed, after a love session, it was up to me to call his wife. I knew her by reference, and the pictures on his desk. I had his home phone, I accumulated anything and everything about him. I sat on the edge of the bed, with a sheet around me. I dialed carefully. When she answered I addressed her as Mrs. I gave her my name and told her I worked with her husband. And that he was going to wait for the storm to pass, before driving home.
She didn't answer. Her only comment before she hung up was 'don't get pregnant'.
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