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How can you explain an affair that you know is wrong and the guy you are with is arrogant and in some obvious ways not really a nice person? The sex is fantastic, is that sufficient reason? That’s a lame explanation I know and there has to be perhaps the “Bad Boy” attraction for me along with money and power. My rational mind keeps saying to me why are you doing this and then my emotional mind finds myself meeting with Stan again and again.
I am a 42 year old woman, happily married (and that is true I love my husband and our young son), I work at a medical spa so I keep in shape; have free access to keep my looks in great ways with our various facials, etc. My son turned 10 this year and we have been married for 12 years. My husband is a great guy, a loving father, our sex life has always been OK but is not as active as it once was because he is a firefighter and thus works sometimes on weekends, nights, and two or three day complete shifts every month. However, that is fine as I spend time with my son, and have friends, a sister and parents nearby, etc. We go on semi-annual vacations mainly with our son and the best that I can generally describe is I have a very normal suburban life and marriage.
About a year ago at work, there was a meeting with the CEO of a corporation that supplied high-end lasers for facial and other treatments. He had a fancy office, big conference room, manufacturing, and I noticed right away several big expensive looking rings he wore and other items that reflected an image of wealth. I thought he was around my age, maybe a few years older, and had a very confident self-assured style to him. I know this may sound funny but what really caught my eye were his well manicured rather large hands. Our medical director had brought me to this meeting because I had firsthand knowledge on how we could utilize certain upgrades. Oddly enough, I didn’t particularly like Stan because he was rather dismissive of me in the meeting and spoke with a very superior tone. Yet, he was convincing of what it was we needed and our medical director agreed to purchase the equipment which would be at least a quarter of a million dollars. At the end of the meeting, Stan asked for my direct number so he could “follow-up” once we had the equipment installed to make sure everything was good. He kind of gave me wink which in some ways was annoying but also made me wonder about his intent.
Three months later we were good to go and I received a call from Stan who said he would stop by at the end of the business day to see how everything was functioning. I waited after work and got a call that he was running late which made me angry. I had to call me sister to go take care of my son. Finally Stan showed up with no apology. I complained about him being late and he said that he would take me to dinner to make up for it. Why I accepted is debatable. I was already too late to get home in time for fixing dinner, my husband was in one of those 3 day away work schedule, maybe I was bored, wanted a free meal, wanted something different in terms of the normal routine, etc. Now, in no way was sex or anything of the sort or any relationship on my mind at the time.
At dinner, I will retrospectively agree that it did sort of feel like a date. It wasn’t of course but just doing something different than my normal routine was nice. Stan talked and talked and also once or twice stopped any conversation to check his cell phone. I found him arrogant, rude, and definitely self-centered. But, he had taken me to a very expensive restaurant, ordered cocktails, then wine with dinner and as the dinner wore on there was more and more personal talk again with me not getting much of a word in conversation.
As we were almost finished with dinner, I remember Stan talking about his current and former marriage. He rarely asked about my life and so everything circled around him. But, he was very relaxed with the drinks and told me that his first marriage was during his college years and that it did not work out well. He made a statement that made me look at him with full attention. He said that his first wife couldn’t handle him sexually. I was a bit taken back by that open an admission but acted like his conversational sharing was fine. In fact, I laughed and said something like well that probably would be a problem. He laughed back and then said in a very proud smile looking right at me that he had a lot below and not every woman could handle it especially his first wife. He didn’t hold back with what seemed bragging to me. He added that at that earlier age he didn’t know what he was doing and eventually learned how to use “It” He said that exact word, it, which made me laugh and blush. I kind of wanted to change the subject but he persisted. He proceeded to share how his current marriage was on the rocks as well. Finally, I kind of said in a feisty way that if he was so great why is his current marriage not so great. His face looked enraged by my comment at first and it scared me a little. Its other things, he said. Then he changed the subject finally talking about business. Our dinner ended and he drove me back to our office so I could drive home. As we parked, he learned over and started trying to kiss me. I told him “No” I am married. “You don’t know what you are missing” he laughed but shrugged his shoulders and I got out.
I do remember driving home feeling nevertheless excited by my evening. It was different than my routine, although he was arrogant and self centered there also was something very attractive about him. It felt good that I was still attractive and exciting that even this man had an interest. That night I got my trusty vibrator out and do remember thinking about him bragging on his sexual prowess and pleasuring myself with some thoughts or wondering about that.
The following week Stan called me late in the day and asked if I would be willing to endorse the machines and equipment he had sold to our spa. It was excellent quality and I advised that I would have no problem doing that for anyone interested in my opinion. Stan told me that he was speaking at a local conference and would I mind attending during the time he was to speak. He added it would allow our spa free publicity too. So, our medical director granted me permission and I attended the presentation. I didn’t expect for Stan to call me to stand up and give my opinion to a group so I had to sort of wing it. I found myself comfortable in front of the audience because I did know about this sort of product. After the meeting, Stan was very complimentary about how well I had done and how much it helped him. He said he would call my boss to sing my praises and he owed me.
Several weeks later our medical director came to me and said there was a national conference in St. Louis and that Stan’s company was offering to pay for my attendance to do a similar endorsement. My parents who live in our hometown said they could take care of my son while I was gone and my husband encouraged me to go as well expressing it would be great for my career. So, the following week I flew to this conference.
A room was reserved for me and paid for by Stan at the conference hotel. To my surprise he had put me in a suite on the key only Penthouse top floor and there were flowers and candy waiting in my room with a welcome note from Stan. There was a reception at 6 PM and I was to meet Stan there. It was a lot of fun as it was all high class with food, drinks, and Stan took me around introducing me to many different industry people. I had never attended something like this before and so I did stick by him for the most part as he was clearly a very well respected person at this conference. It did feel like I was a partner of his.
It might have been only around 9 PM but I was getting tired from the trip, the food, the drinks, and so I told Stan I was going to go to my room. He walked with me and told me how much he appreciated my being there and how impressed he was with me even just my composure in meeting new people. There was a lot of flattery and I felt really happy. I opened the door to my suite and before I could turn around Stan walked right in with me, put his hands on my shoulders, and began talking in a very sexy voice telling me how special I was. I turned around to stop him and reminded him I was married. He was very persistent telling me how much he desired me, and a lot of verbal flattering content. He took a hold of me and kissed me deeply. To this day I will never exactly know what happened with me, but I kissed him back.
Stan picked me up and carried me to the bed. We continued to kiss and once or twice I might have said something like this is wrong, etc. But, I continued and so did Stan. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. Stan started to undress me and I was embarrassed. I told him he had to turn off the lights and so it would be totally dark in the room. We continued to kiss once he had done that and then I felt his hands on my breasts for a moment and then removing my top. I just pretty much lay there and let him take control. In some ways it was like a movie where the couple starts becoming very passionate. I could feel Stan’s hot breath on my ear kissing my neck and then pulling off my bottom clothes. Yes, I was super turned on and now naked in the dark with a man not my husband.
Suddenly, I felt a lump moving around trying to find the entrance to my vagina. There were no preliminaries and I was ready with an anxiety through the roof but also equally passionate or horny (not sure what adjective to use to describe myself at that moment). I was lost to the moment. I knew that lump was Stan’s penis and I recalled how he had vaguely described himself as having a lot below. Next thing I felt that lump entering me and it shocked me because I felt really stretched with that object seemingly endlessly sliding deep inside me, much deeper than any man I had ever been with and certainly way deeper than my husband. However, there was no resistance and the friction and fullness was a new sensation for me or one that I hadn’t experienced since giving birth. Wow, honey, he said, you were built for my cock, I can’t believe how you can handle it so easily. He then began thrusting up and back, faster than I was accustomed to, but literally stimulating every bit of my being. I could feel the lips of my vagina and the walls gripping his penis causing me intense pleasure.
This was not like sex with my husband at all. When Stan would push deep it would hit an area that sent electric shocks through my body. He felt so deep and I pulled him closer as I found myself trying to keep him deep and grinding on the base of his penis. It was sort of like masturbating without my hands and using his penis as the instrument. I had never experienced sex like this and with my grinding I was able to build up to a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. I was embarrassed that I even called out during that moment to fuck my harder and deeper. Stan was now fucking me, pounding my insides, and the pleasure was much more intense than I could ever imagine occurred in sex. His powerful thrusting within a few minutes created another intense orgasm because his penis was stimulating so much inside me it felt amazing. I never ever had neither multiple orgasms nor even a single orgasm from the sensations as a consequence of a man’s penis versus just directly stimulating my clit with a vibrator or my fingers. It was a much more intense type of orgasm that satisfied my entire being. I reached down to stimulate his testicles because I wanted him to cum as it was almost too much now as I was getting exhausted. I still remember when I tugged on his testicles how large they felt along with the base underneath. My trick worked and Stan was moaning himself as he jammed his penis against my entrance with his balls resting on my behind and announced he was cumming. We held still like that for a minute and it was like we were one body with him being so deep inside me. Then, I could feel that long lump slowly withdrawing and leaving a wetness between my legs as he fully removed himself. I was content and also glad the room was dark as now that the intercourse was over I could feel my embarrassment and shame. I had betrayed my husband, my marriage, and felt guilt for so enjoying the sex with Stan. What was wrong with me that I let this happen? Stan got up and in the dark stood there getting dressed. He then said the following which only added to my shame, “You know you are a really good fuck.” He silently left the room and I began to cry. (to be continued)
I am a 42 year old woman, happily married (and that is true I love my husband and our young son), I work at a medical spa so I keep in shape; have free access to keep my looks in great ways with our various facials, etc. My son turned 10 this year and we have been married for 12 years. My husband is a great guy, a loving father, our sex life has always been OK but is not as active as it once was because he is a firefighter and thus works sometimes on weekends, nights, and two or three day complete shifts every month. However, that is fine as I spend time with my son, and have friends, a sister and parents nearby, etc. We go on semi-annual vacations mainly with our son and the best that I can generally describe is I have a very normal suburban life and marriage.
About a year ago at work, there was a meeting with the CEO of a corporation that supplied high-end lasers for facial and other treatments. He had a fancy office, big conference room, manufacturing, and I noticed right away several big expensive looking rings he wore and other items that reflected an image of wealth. I thought he was around my age, maybe a few years older, and had a very confident self-assured style to him. I know this may sound funny but what really caught my eye were his well manicured rather large hands. Our medical director had brought me to this meeting because I had firsthand knowledge on how we could utilize certain upgrades. Oddly enough, I didn’t particularly like Stan because he was rather dismissive of me in the meeting and spoke with a very superior tone. Yet, he was convincing of what it was we needed and our medical director agreed to purchase the equipment which would be at least a quarter of a million dollars. At the end of the meeting, Stan asked for my direct number so he could “follow-up” once we had the equipment installed to make sure everything was good. He kind of gave me wink which in some ways was annoying but also made me wonder about his intent.
Three months later we were good to go and I received a call from Stan who said he would stop by at the end of the business day to see how everything was functioning. I waited after work and got a call that he was running late which made me angry. I had to call me sister to go take care of my son. Finally Stan showed up with no apology. I complained about him being late and he said that he would take me to dinner to make up for it. Why I accepted is debatable. I was already too late to get home in time for fixing dinner, my husband was in one of those 3 day away work schedule, maybe I was bored, wanted a free meal, wanted something different in terms of the normal routine, etc. Now, in no way was sex or anything of the sort or any relationship on my mind at the time.
At dinner, I will retrospectively agree that it did sort of feel like a date. It wasn’t of course but just doing something different than my normal routine was nice. Stan talked and talked and also once or twice stopped any conversation to check his cell phone. I found him arrogant, rude, and definitely self-centered. But, he had taken me to a very expensive restaurant, ordered cocktails, then wine with dinner and as the dinner wore on there was more and more personal talk again with me not getting much of a word in conversation.
As we were almost finished with dinner, I remember Stan talking about his current and former marriage. He rarely asked about my life and so everything circled around him. But, he was very relaxed with the drinks and told me that his first marriage was during his college years and that it did not work out well. He made a statement that made me look at him with full attention. He said that his first wife couldn’t handle him sexually. I was a bit taken back by that open an admission but acted like his conversational sharing was fine. In fact, I laughed and said something like well that probably would be a problem. He laughed back and then said in a very proud smile looking right at me that he had a lot below and not every woman could handle it especially his first wife. He didn’t hold back with what seemed bragging to me. He added that at that earlier age he didn’t know what he was doing and eventually learned how to use “It” He said that exact word, it, which made me laugh and blush. I kind of wanted to change the subject but he persisted. He proceeded to share how his current marriage was on the rocks as well. Finally, I kind of said in a feisty way that if he was so great why is his current marriage not so great. His face looked enraged by my comment at first and it scared me a little. Its other things, he said. Then he changed the subject finally talking about business. Our dinner ended and he drove me back to our office so I could drive home. As we parked, he learned over and started trying to kiss me. I told him “No” I am married. “You don’t know what you are missing” he laughed but shrugged his shoulders and I got out.
I do remember driving home feeling nevertheless excited by my evening. It was different than my routine, although he was arrogant and self centered there also was something very attractive about him. It felt good that I was still attractive and exciting that even this man had an interest. That night I got my trusty vibrator out and do remember thinking about him bragging on his sexual prowess and pleasuring myself with some thoughts or wondering about that.
The following week Stan called me late in the day and asked if I would be willing to endorse the machines and equipment he had sold to our spa. It was excellent quality and I advised that I would have no problem doing that for anyone interested in my opinion. Stan told me that he was speaking at a local conference and would I mind attending during the time he was to speak. He added it would allow our spa free publicity too. So, our medical director granted me permission and I attended the presentation. I didn’t expect for Stan to call me to stand up and give my opinion to a group so I had to sort of wing it. I found myself comfortable in front of the audience because I did know about this sort of product. After the meeting, Stan was very complimentary about how well I had done and how much it helped him. He said he would call my boss to sing my praises and he owed me.
Several weeks later our medical director came to me and said there was a national conference in St. Louis and that Stan’s company was offering to pay for my attendance to do a similar endorsement. My parents who live in our hometown said they could take care of my son while I was gone and my husband encouraged me to go as well expressing it would be great for my career. So, the following week I flew to this conference.
A room was reserved for me and paid for by Stan at the conference hotel. To my surprise he had put me in a suite on the key only Penthouse top floor and there were flowers and candy waiting in my room with a welcome note from Stan. There was a reception at 6 PM and I was to meet Stan there. It was a lot of fun as it was all high class with food, drinks, and Stan took me around introducing me to many different industry people. I had never attended something like this before and so I did stick by him for the most part as he was clearly a very well respected person at this conference. It did feel like I was a partner of his.
It might have been only around 9 PM but I was getting tired from the trip, the food, the drinks, and so I told Stan I was going to go to my room. He walked with me and told me how much he appreciated my being there and how impressed he was with me even just my composure in meeting new people. There was a lot of flattery and I felt really happy. I opened the door to my suite and before I could turn around Stan walked right in with me, put his hands on my shoulders, and began talking in a very sexy voice telling me how special I was. I turned around to stop him and reminded him I was married. He was very persistent telling me how much he desired me, and a lot of verbal flattering content. He took a hold of me and kissed me deeply. To this day I will never exactly know what happened with me, but I kissed him back.
Stan picked me up and carried me to the bed. We continued to kiss and once or twice I might have said something like this is wrong, etc. But, I continued and so did Stan. I was excited and ashamed at the same time. Stan started to undress me and I was embarrassed. I told him he had to turn off the lights and so it would be totally dark in the room. We continued to kiss once he had done that and then I felt his hands on my breasts for a moment and then removing my top. I just pretty much lay there and let him take control. In some ways it was like a movie where the couple starts becoming very passionate. I could feel Stan’s hot breath on my ear kissing my neck and then pulling off my bottom clothes. Yes, I was super turned on and now naked in the dark with a man not my husband.
Suddenly, I felt a lump moving around trying to find the entrance to my vagina. There were no preliminaries and I was ready with an anxiety through the roof but also equally passionate or horny (not sure what adjective to use to describe myself at that moment). I was lost to the moment. I knew that lump was Stan’s penis and I recalled how he had vaguely described himself as having a lot below. Next thing I felt that lump entering me and it shocked me because I felt really stretched with that object seemingly endlessly sliding deep inside me, much deeper than any man I had ever been with and certainly way deeper than my husband. However, there was no resistance and the friction and fullness was a new sensation for me or one that I hadn’t experienced since giving birth. Wow, honey, he said, you were built for my cock, I can’t believe how you can handle it so easily. He then began thrusting up and back, faster than I was accustomed to, but literally stimulating every bit of my being. I could feel the lips of my vagina and the walls gripping his penis causing me intense pleasure.
This was not like sex with my husband at all. When Stan would push deep it would hit an area that sent electric shocks through my body. He felt so deep and I pulled him closer as I found myself trying to keep him deep and grinding on the base of his penis. It was sort of like masturbating without my hands and using his penis as the instrument. I had never experienced sex like this and with my grinding I was able to build up to a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. I was embarrassed that I even called out during that moment to fuck my harder and deeper. Stan was now fucking me, pounding my insides, and the pleasure was much more intense than I could ever imagine occurred in sex. His powerful thrusting within a few minutes created another intense orgasm because his penis was stimulating so much inside me it felt amazing. I never ever had neither multiple orgasms nor even a single orgasm from the sensations as a consequence of a man’s penis versus just directly stimulating my clit with a vibrator or my fingers. It was a much more intense type of orgasm that satisfied my entire being. I reached down to stimulate his testicles because I wanted him to cum as it was almost too much now as I was getting exhausted. I still remember when I tugged on his testicles how large they felt along with the base underneath. My trick worked and Stan was moaning himself as he jammed his penis against my entrance with his balls resting on my behind and announced he was cumming. We held still like that for a minute and it was like we were one body with him being so deep inside me. Then, I could feel that long lump slowly withdrawing and leaving a wetness between my legs as he fully removed himself. I was content and also glad the room was dark as now that the intercourse was over I could feel my embarrassment and shame. I had betrayed my husband, my marriage, and felt guilt for so enjoying the sex with Stan. What was wrong with me that I let this happen? Stan got up and in the dark stood there getting dressed. He then said the following which only added to my shame, “You know you are a really good fuck.” He silently left the room and I began to cry. (to be continued)