Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Eric---Part 1

I am a happily married 50 year old woman who until last year
had been monogamous for our whole marriage.

I work occasionally at an office where I have to stay after-hours
a couple of times a month.

The manger, Eric, is divorced, about 61, has a silver shock
of hair and, for his age, looks trim and youthful.

Despite the age gap between us, I found him attractive ever since
we met a few years ago. I can’t put my finger on just why, maybe his
penetrating blue eyes, but it is a visceral thing. I told my husband about my “arousal”
when I’m around Eric because I though it would turn him on. Predictably, it
did, and my husband began to regularly fantasize about Eric and having sex with
me.

For the next year, Eric became part of our sex life through
sexy stories that my husband would make up, describing how Eric puts the moves
on me and how he expects I’d respond. These stories really got the juices going for both of us during our
foreplay.

For over two years I balanced these conflicting feelings for
Eric: pretending to simply have a cordial, even friendly, business relationship
with Eric at work with my sexy fantasy
of making love to him, something my husband seemed to enthusiastically promote
and also use to good effect in our sex life.

Well, 9 months ago, Eric asked me to sty late for two
evenings at work. I was working in the back room just about to wrap up when
Eric came in and asked if I had a moment to come in his office. I said sure and
popped in. He met me at the door and closed it behind him with a click.

All the other staff had gone home. He asked me to sit in the chair which was
facing his desk and walked behind me. He paused awkwardly and came closer
behind me and started to give me a friendly shoulder rub and thanked me for
staying late. I was a little taken aback and uncomfortable with all this but his
massage did feel good as my neck was stiff.

Then that visceral attraction thing kicked in and I felt an
involuntary stirring in my groin.

I tried hard to shake the erotic stirrings, but couldn’t.

Eric kept massaging my neck and I relaxed a bit. Then to my
surprise he leaned over and nuzzled my neck. Feeling his breath and his face
against my neck made me shudder. He whispered that he’d been wanting to do that
for years.

Sensing I was not necessarily resisting, he cautiously moved
his right hand down inside my blouse and then inside my left bra cup, holding
my breast.

My breathing became deep and I could feel my sexual energy
rise.

He switched hands and then fondled my right breast. I could
feel my nipples firm up from his touch.

We didn’t speak at all, but our breathing became more
labored. Eric started to unbutton my blouse and pulled it aside. Then he
reached under it from behind and undid my bra and smoothly brought both hands
around cupping both my breasts.

His slow smooth touch was trapping me in an erotic trance.

He asked me to stand up and he helped me but when I tried to
turn around to hopefully embrace him, he kept me with my back to him. He
embraced me from behind and pulled my blouse and bra completely off. I could
now feel his bulge on my butt.

We still didn’t say a word his hands were doing the talking.
He proceeded to undo my pants and zipped down my fly. Then ever so slowly he
slid one hand down my bare stomach and into my panties. When he brushed my
pubic hair lightly I thought I was going come right then. Then he slid a finger
down over my clit, inside my vagina I moaned and he discovered how wet I was
already.

He gently ran his finger up and down my pussy lips and ended
up circling around my clit and with his free hand started pulling down my pants
and panties. They fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and there I stood,
naked, legs slightly apart, with Eric holding me from behind, kissing my neck
and fingering my pussy. With his free arm, he held me firmly in place. I was so aroused that it only took him a couple
of minutes of fingering me to give me a shuddering orgasm.

He slowly massaged my now pulsing crotch for a minute, then he
very gently pushed me down on the desk face down. I was confused and resisted a
bit but my desire overtook me again as I lay face down and then grabbed the
sides of the desk. Eric moved my legs further
apart, I felt vulnerable and exposed.

I could feel his hands on my ass and then his thumbs
spreading my pussy apart. He was obviously looking at it, opened up and wet.

I felt powerless and
unwilling to stop him. I could hear him undressing behind me, his pants fell to
the floor and soon felt his hands and now his naked body against mine.

I felt him sliding between my legs and after a while he started
firming up and poking between my thighs using the drippings from my pussy as
lubrication. For a moment I thought he was going to try to have anal sex, which
I was not ready for, then I felt him start to rub his cock head up and down my
pussy. He was barely opening me up---he seemed to be teasing me…holding off
entering me…knowing that he could at any time thrust in….and he also now knew
that by now I really, really wanted his cock in me.

I then felt it start to enter me. I was ready for a full
thrust

But he didn’t. He slid in ever so slowly, tip first, but then
gently pushed all the way into me and then held him self there.

He pulled out slowly and started a very slow rhythmic pumping.
Entering me and drawing all the way out again, pulling his now hard cock out
till my vaginal walls contracted, then slowly going back in again as deep as he
could. Once he got his rhythm, he did this for a long time.

The next day told me that he had to go slow because at
first, he was on the verge of orgasm and was just hanging on plus he’d been
waiting for years to make love to me and wanted our first session to last.

I turned my head around while he was doing me and seeing him
there instead of my husband really hit me that I was after all these years, actually
having sex with Eric—an older guy at that!

I looked at Eric’s face and realized that he was intently watching
his cock as it slowly entered my pussy.

His concentration was fierce but when he realized I was
looking at him, he smiled in obvious appreciation of how my pussy felt and
looked.

His then slid a finger in me, wetting it and then I felt it
slide up my bum crack to my asshole. I winced--it must have been his thumb. His
hands held my bum in position firmly as he fucked me. He just kept his finger
in my ass while his cock did its magic inside my pussy.

He started to speed up the rhythm, which I had been waiting for,
and it was all getting very, very good. However he soon stopped, grunted, swore
and roughly gripping my bum with both hands, started pumping me ferociously.
With each ejaculation he grunted loudly and pushed into me hard against his desk,
moving it forward about 5 or 6 times. At my age I am beyond worrying about
birth control and enjoyed the image and sensation of his semen squirting deep
inside me.

He stayed hard in me for while, rubbing and scratching my
back. I could feel his cock loose it’s hardness inside me and eventually it
slipped out on its own, dripping semen and my juices on the floor.

Eric turned me around and I looked at his naked body from
the front for the first time and reached over to his wet cock and held it, wishing
it was still rigid and pumping in me.

We kissed for a while, cleaned each other up and got
dressed, totally stunned by what had just done.

It was now time to go home.

What was I going to tell my husband?

To be
continued……