Forever Faithful Part One - A Cheating Sex Story

     I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion.  I

don’t know if I’ll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible

changes in my life between then and now.  

     Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a

medium-size plastics company.  I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great

complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin — the perfect

product of 12 years in Catholic schools!

     Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted with me,

and a few asked me out.  I went, but I guess the fact that I didn’t put-out

got around and the dates became fewer and fewer.

     The company had a tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on

their birthday.  On my eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were

accompanied with an invitation to lunch with Robert, a vice-president, at

one of the nicest restaurants in town.  Nervous but so easily impressed, of

course, I accepted.

     The restaurant was on the top floor of a downtown hotel.  As we were

walking to the elevators, Robert led me to a seating alcove in the lobby.

We sat down and he gently held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.

     “Theresa, you already know my style is very direct, but I don’t want

that to overshadow what I’m about to say.”  He paused and smiled at me, “I

really care for you.”

     I started to ask him what he was talking about, and he shushed me with

his finger, “My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a business

proposition to you.  This proposition results from the fact that I haven’t

been able to get you out of my mind since the day you were hired, and I’ve

never had to deal with such an obsession before.  I have reserved a room

upstairs, and if you permit me to make love to you today, and on a regular

basis, you will begin our sales training program next Monday.  You know

what that could mean to your lifestyle.”

     Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant.  I was

making $5800 a year, living at home, brownbagging my lunch and taking the

bus to work.  In sales, within a year, I could be making maybe three times

my present salary.  I was tempted.

     “Mr. _____, I’m very flattered, and very tempted, but I don’t have

affairs.  In fact, I’m still a virgin and I’d like to stay that way until

my wedding night.”  I knew I sounded corny and lame and less than

convincing.

     Robert smiled, “Theresa, I can be very gentle.  Let’s have lunch.

Think about what I said and you can either accept my proposal or forget we

ever had this conversation.  Your refusal would not affect your present

position or promotion potential.  You have my word on that.”

     At the best and most expensive lunch I had ever had, but not tasted, I

thought about making a real living in sales.  On a personal note, I

admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive — 45-ish, trim,

salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and, in my experience, always the

total gentleman.  He was certainly a more attractive person (looks and

personality) than any other boy or man I had ever dated.  I also wondered

why I was making such a big deal about being the last virgin in America on

her wedding night.

     After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to

Robert’s question, we went to the hotel room and I have never regretted my

decision.

     That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I was shy and embarrassed.

He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching as he went.  When I was naked,

Robert devoured me with his eyes and hands and tongue.  I couldn’t believe

that it was happening.  Prior to that afternoon, the farthest I had ever

gone was a few short wrestling matches with teenage boys in the back of

cars.

     In a few minutes, Robert had my body glowing like never before and

tingling to his every touch.  After almost an hour of his attentions, he

moved his head down between my legs.  I almost pushed him away, but I had

enjoyed everything he had done to me up to then, I tried to relax as he

spread my thighs open wide.

     I could feel his nose in my pubic hair and then his tongue pushing

between my wet pussy lips.  I surrendered to him completely when he sucked

my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm in my life.  It swept

through me and I’m sure I nearly passed out from its intensity.  

     I was just coming down from its height when Robert reached a hand up

to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers.  I

began to climax all over again.

     When I finally finished coming, Robert wrapped the blanket around me

and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep.

     Robert was smiling at me when I awoke, “Theresa, I’d like to make love

to you, now.”

     He had undressed while I slept, and he placed my hand on his penis.  I

was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it, and for the next

half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it and then lick it, and

finally, how to suck it.  I soon became very adept in the art of

cocksucking, but that first afternoon I was tentative and unsure.  He was

patient and passionate.