My Lover And I by Ebolaone

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(Many thanks to Kenji Sato for trying to clean up my writing.)

My Lover and I

Dana Ogletree Williamson

I was a very lucky girl. I had a wonderful husband, wonderful children, and a wonderful lover. This piece is about my lover and me, but first, a few words about my husband and children.

I met my husband, James, in college at a Student Union mixer. I had a lot of boyfriends but not many lovers then. We were a little bit of an odd couple because he was taking engineering courses and I was working on a business administration degree. However, we had similar belief systems and wanted the same things in life, and our friends seemed to accept that we were two nice people who deserved each other.

Physically, we were both attractive although neither of us was a traffic stopper. We became engaged in our senior year and married right after graduation. After our honeymoon in Nassau, Bahamas, we started our jobs in Dallas. James worked as a computer engineer for a large aerospace company and I started as a financial analyst for a large financial services company.

We never talked much about our jobs, occasionally discussing some quirk or another of a supervisor. I handled our finances and kitchen and James handled the household chores like cutting the grass, pruning the trees and shrubs. We often worked together on the larger jobs.

James was a marvelous lover. His large, seven-inch penis nicely fit my vagina, and he tried to always make sure I had multiple orgasms whenever we made love. He would warm me up with oral and manual stimulation, which was usually good for two or three rather nice 'O's; then he would gently but forcefully make love to me for twenty or thirty minutes, accounting for a few more big 'O's. His lovemaking was very intimate, and, after twelve years of marriage, we still made love five or six times a week, subject to business travel responsibilities.

After three years of apartment living in a western suburb, we put a payment down on a five-bedroom house in a northern suburb. Then I started dropping children. First was Donna, then Suzy, and finally, Roger.

I took short maternity leaves with each child, and we found a wonderful nanny-maid-cook named Ramona. When I was out of town on business, Ramona would often sleep over, using our guest room. Ramona and James got along well, but Ramona had her own family and I never worried about them doing anything improper.

I loved James and I loved my children. I was even fond of Ramona and her husband, Miguel. You might ask, with such a good life, why did I take a lover? The answer is, there was no good reason.

My affair with my boss started in San Diego and I don't think Mr. T or I had any plans or even a premonition that something like this would happen.

Randolph Titus was eight or ten years older than James and me. When I came back to work after my first maternity leave, I was offered the position of Mr. T's administrative assistant with a raise of over a thousand dollars a month. I was told that I would be his second in command with both client authority and supervisory authority over his office staff of five, including secretarial, analytical, and clerical personnel. From the beginning I was told that there would be travel and it would be according to Mr. T's idiosyncrasies. These included no air travel, which meant that we often had to drive two or three days for meetings on either the West or East Coast.

Driving to one of the coasts was no problem, since Mr. T had two company vehicles and five outside workers, which were two drivers and three bodyguards. The company vehicles were a limousine set up for conducting business on the road and an SUV which hauled luggage and bodyguards. The drivers were also trained as bodyguards although their primary duties were to keep the limo running sixteen hours a day, while the bodyguards took turns driving the SUV..

The company's willingness to pick up the tab for Mr. T's vehicles and eleven-person staff indicated the regard with which he was held. He held primary responsibility for managing over a billion dollars of managed assets. By the time James and I decided that our family was complete, I had been working for Mr. T for six years and was still his admin assistant but I was earning over twice what I was making when I went to work for him, and I was also receiving substantial annual performance bonuses.

Although James was doing very well and was at this time a supervising engineer, my compensation had far outstripped his. James treated his children's mother and little earner like a queen when I was at home. He even offered to hire another domestic worker, but neither Ramona nor I wanted that. I still liked being 'hands on' when at home.

Although Mr. T never prospected cold for clients, word of mouth led a few very desirable clients to his management. Over the years, we had added three client management specialists to his staff. Just before our trip to the West Coast I was promoted to Executive Assistant, which reinforced my position as Mr. T's good right hand. The trip to the West Coast was to follow up on a referral of a potential hundred-million-dollar client in San Diego, as well as for us to 'press the flesh' of our LA and 'Frisco clients.

As was our usual protocol, we left Dallas Saturday morning and drove to El Paso. Mr. T and I were busy reviewing the performance of client portfolios, which was not quite the same as working in the office. The only thing different about the first part of the trip was when we went swimming before catching a late dinner. Mr. T commented on how well I filled my swimsuit, which was an unusual remark, since he was normally the consummate professional.

On Sunday, we completed our drive to San Diego and stayed at a nice hotel with our usual complement of rooms, three rooms for the drivers and body guards and a two-bedroom suite for Mr. T and me.

Monday morning, the potential client took us on a tour of some of the more important of his San Diego businesses. In the afternoon, we got down to the hard business of analyzing his financial holdings and what we could do for him that wasn't being done by his current management firm. I was surprised; there was no shillyshallying around. He only had one question for Mr. T, "Where do I sign?"

Of course, Mr. T had all the documents in his briefcase. I notarized them after Mr. T and the client signed.

In the limo, on the way back, Mr. T said, "Not that I have ever had any doubts about you, but today you proved that you could take over for me. I'm not planning to retire for a few years yet, but when I do, I will have no doubts in my mind about turning the reins over to you. You handled yourself today like a seasoned pro beyond your years. Congratulations! This was a big fish, and it will be recognized in your annual bonus!"

We left it to the driver to take our briefcases to our suite, and Mr. T insisted on taking me to the bar for a celebratory drink before dinner. After two drinks I was feeling no pain. As we rode the elevator to our top-floor suite, I was surprised when Mr. T put his arm around me. I suppose I should have removed it but the combination of alcohol and the elation of being part of a really big deal caused me to hesitate.

Once inside the suite's living room, he kissed me deeply with tongue. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. I eagerly kissed him back. We had rarely touched before, but some kind of spell seemed to have come over us. I must have been at the peak of my breeding cycle to respond in such a way. My panties were soaked with my desire.

We kissed with deep passion. He started taking my clothes off, and I cooperated as he continued to kiss and caress me. Soon I was in nothing but my panties. My boundless passion was ruling my rationality. I began taking his clothes off, as he continued to fondle and caress me. I wanted him inside me, and I was not going to be denied. On our way to his bed, I pulled my panties off and he finished removing his attire.

Before the bed, I kneeled on the floor and took as much into my mouth as I could of his magnificent, huge, eight-inch manhood. He then lifted me to my feet and then pushed me onto the bed. He began eating me out. I was so ready that it seemed like only a minute or two before I felt the endorphin release throughout my body of my first body-shaking orgasm.

He then went to work on me with his fingers, kissing me while he fingerfucked me and thumbed my clit. It was only another minute or two until I was experiencing another convulsive climax. Then he put his immense lady-pleaser to work on me. For me, it was one of the biggest ever. I was bucking with my first vaginal-penetration orgasm about the time he hit my cervix for the first time.

After that, he fucked my brains out for about thirty minutes. I lost track of how many climaxes I had, but it was a lot. Finally, we lay together, experiencing the afterglow of our efforts as he gently stroked my body. I went to sleep in his arms.

Sometime in the night, I was awakened by his rubbing against my clit and slit. Soon, we were screwing side by side, as I wrapped my legs and arms around him. After I came five or six times, he ejaculated another huge load into my little kitty.

The next morning, he took me to another half-dozen or so orgasms in the doggy position. Apparently, he had already ordered room service because I barely had time to cover my naked body with the top sheet before room service delivered our breakfast.

After breakfast, I rode him to still more climaxes before we quickly showered and dressed for the drive to Los Angeles, where we had several appointments with existing clients.

The drive to Los Angeles was uneventful and we checked into a hotel similar to the one in San Diego, with the same sleeping accommodations. It was time to go to the client's office as we had planned a luncheon appointment. The client seemed to enjoy our visit and was happy with our services. The visit with the second client also went well and turned into a late afternoon at a tapas bar. The third client was scheduled for dinner, which we finished between eight and nine after a few rounds of drinks. The bottom line was that our three Los Angeles clients were all happy campers.

Back at our hotel, Mr. T revealed that on the balcony there was a small hot tub. He insisted that I try it out. He said he'd wait for me in the main room, so I could go au naturelle. He lied. I was barely wet before he entered with his monstrous sex organ hanging down. He seemed quite proud of his deception. I started to leave, but he apologized and said it meant nothing - it was just a silly joke.

I sat in the hot tub across from him, a little uncomfortable because my boobs seemed to be floating on top of the water. He disarmed me by massaging my feet. He was quite good at it, and I didn't resist as he moved up my legs, first to my calves, and then to my thighs. By the time he reached my inner thighs, I was panting and moaning softly. He moved around the tub to sit beside me and he began kissing me.

I got up to leave, but he insisted on drying me with the towel. Each step only served to heighten my arousal. Soon, he was massaging my pussy with plenty of attention to my clitoris. My button became hard while my labia were soaking wet. We ended up in his bed, since it was closer, and it was a repetition of Monday night with a few modifications of the script.

Afterward, I told him, "T, I love my husband. We can't do this. He will disown me if he finds out."

He replied, "He won't find out, but even if he did, I'm sure you could make him see the light."

I responded, "T, you are so full of it. After this trip, we will never speak of this again!"

The next day we drove to San Francisco. Strange coincidence, the suite assigned to T and me had a hot tub. I don't think I could claim it was a coincidence that after the hot tub, we ended up using only one bed.

The following day was long and hard with us seeing four clients. That night we had more hot tub and more sex.

After that, we headed home. The first night was in Kingman. There was no hot tube in the suite but T and I still fucked like rabbits. Ditto, the next night in Albuquerque. On the drive to Dallas, T and I agreed that it was just too risky to continue our affair in Dallas.

T must have crossed his fingers when we agreed that there would be no more sex, because on our next trip to Houston and New Orleans, he proved that I could not resist him once we were outside the Metroplex. It was after New Orleans that T began pressuring me to have sex with him when we weren't traveling. I couldn't help but be uneasy about that. I loved James, I loved our three children, and I loved my life the way it was. As is often the case, things came to a head at our company's Christmas party.

I took James as my plus-one because I thought we would have an enjoyable dinner, some hot dancing, and then we'd go home for some passionate lovemaking. I enjoyed dancing and I enjoyed dancing with both T and James. T wouldn't leave well enough alone and had to steal a few extra dances. He wanted me to go home with him but I wouldn't consider that. However, his attentions to me did not go unnoticed by James.

On the way home, James commented, "You seemed awfully friendly with your boss, Titus, is it?"

I replied, "We have a good working relationship. It's nothing more than that!"

He continued, "I don't know. You seemed awfully friendly with him."

I decided to try to make a joke of it, "Yes, you don't know the half of it. He's all over me at lunch every day!"

James responded looking at me seriously, "Dana, I haven't seen any fire, but I've seen a lot of smoke!"

I asked him, "What do you want to believe, James? Do you want to believe that I have a secret lover?"

He answered, "Not really. For my money, the only thing worse than thinking you have a lover, is knowing that you have one."

I informed him, "Lots of guys have lovers. They have to find them somewhere!"

He explained, "Dana, I love you, but I don't think I could tolerate you having a lover."

I told him, "James, I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you or damage our relationship."

He seemed to be satisfied with that. I told the truth that I didn't want to hurt him or damage our marriage. I knew I would have to talk to T about making sure we were exceptionally discreet, at least for the next few months. I loved James, but I lusted for T and believed he felt the same way about me.

Monday morning, T and I had a closed-door discussion. I actually stood up to him and made sure he understood that if we were to continue, we had to take precautions.

I gave it to him straight, "T, you stepped over the line at the party. James is suspicious now. We can't show any affection in public. Adjoining rooms with locked doors is the only way we can continue on our business trips. T, you know if James finds out, your wife will know, too."

He replied, with a smile, "My wife doesn't suspect a thing!"

I responded, "It's called a telephone. Do you think that if my James finds out, he won't call your wife! Like I just told you, the only way we can continue is to be super discreet. That means the only way we can enjoy each other is adjoining rooms. On the next trip, if we don't have adjoining rooms, we won't do anything. That also means no clubbing, no dancing, no public affection; not even one kiss or one hug! Do you understand?"

I believed I got through to him. He said, "Okay, Dana, we'll do it your way for a while. I don't like it, but if that's what we have to do, I'll cooperate."

Things went along smoothly. I have to confess that I looked forward to my trips with T. It wasn't that the sex was so much better with T than with James, it was just nice to have a change of pace every so often. In fairness, I usually was looking forward to being reunited with James and our family life.

A little over three years after the seminal Las Vegas trip, in early November, we received a grim company-wide e-mail, saying that Mr. T's wife had died after a long illness. I hadn't known she was ill. It turned out that it had been years since she had been able to have marital relations with Mr. T. In recognition of his grief, no trips were scheduled in November or early December.

He came to the Christmas party, but he wasn't his usual self. He seemed so sad. I told James that I wanted to try to cheer him up. I went over to his table and briefly chatted with him. He asked me to dance, so we danced a couple of songs and he seemed brighter. I then went back to where James was seated. When I looked back, he had returned to his previous melancholy state. It pulled at my heartstrings. I made a Rubicon-magnitude decision. I took James away from the main venue where we could have a private conversation.

I began, "James, you know that I love you and our children more than anything else."

He gave me an ironic look, and said, "Of course, Dana."

I told him, "One of the strengths of our relationship is that we are both people of compassion."

He frowned and said, "What are you trying to tell me, Dana?"

I said, "Mr. T has been really hurting since his wife died."

He exclaimed, "You're having an affair with Titus!".

I begged, "Please, James, hear me out."

He responded, "I'm listening but I don't have a lot of compassion for cheaters!"

I inquired, "James, did you hear me say that nothing was as important to me as my love for you and our children?"

He replied, "Yes, but I'm also hearing that you have cheated with Titus."

I told him, "Please, James, don't do anything that we'll both be sorry for!"

He grimaced and said, "I think you better tell me the whole story."

I said, "I'm afraid that what I have to say will hurt you and hurt our relationship, but I guess I have to go all the way now."

He commented, "I think you'd better!"

I explained, "It started about three years ago, on a trip to San Diego. We closed one of the biggest deals ever done in our company. We had dinner, drinks, and dancing to celebrate. We went back to our suite and for the first time, T kissed me. I kissed him back, and soon, we were doing the horizontal mambo. After that we were intimate on almost every trip, but only when we were traveling out of town. I don't believe this ever hurt our relationship, although it did mean that I had to occasional lie or at least mislead you. I hated doing that."

He asked, "Let me get this straight. You didn't regret violating our marital vows but you did regret lying to me, is that right?"

I said, "That's true. I realize now that T had some justification for his behavior because his wife couldn't be intimate with him. My only excuse was being horny on those long car trips."

He replied, "Not much of an excuse, though, was it?"

I admitted, "After the first time, I wanted to do it. My main regret is not sharing with you. James, I've never had any doubts that my future was with you. I hope I haven't totally screwed up our relationship!"

He inquired, "Why are you telling me this, now?"

I explained, "I was hoping I could draw on your compassion. I wanted to cheer Mr. T up. Did I just commit the greatest fuck-up of my life? James, I do love you. I want you to love me tomorrow and for the rest of our lives. Please don't hate me."

He scared me with his calmness, "How were you planning on cheering up Mr. T?"

By then, I was frightened, "Oh, James, please don't hate me. I love you so much! I'm so sorry!"

My Lover And I

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