Without Resistance

My name is Marina, I am 29 years old, married to Tryphon for eight years. Until a year ago, I was one of those women who, when they have a child, don't concern themselves with anything else but their child. They become estranged from everyone and everything, they care for nothing but their child, not even their own husband or even–even their own life fades into the background and all they do is give everything to their child. That was me, I had neglected everything, even sex which is the joy of life.

When my daughter turned eight years old, one day my life, which was at absolute rock bottom, was completely overturned. What happened? I'll tell you right away. As I told you, my life had become just work, home, and child and the same again, until a new director came to the company where I work (the company was sold to another multinational). To tell the truth, I was afraid I might get fired from the company since every new director hires a new secretary, firing the old one.

But that's not what happened. On the contrary, in fact, the new one seemed to be interested in me more than he should be. The strange thing, however, was that I had also started to pay much more attention to myself than I had done until that moment. I paid attention to what I would wear, I sat for a long time in front of my mirror fixing my makeup. I even caught myself not caring as much as I used to about my child's homework. Many times, in fact, even while my little daughter was reciting her lesson for me to hear, I had drifted away and was thinking about my charming supervisor. I tried several times to scold myself for these thoughts, but immediately afterwards I tried to justify him.

As the days passed, my supervisor became more and more forward with me, loading me with flattering words. One day he asked me to go out to eat with him as soon as we left the office. I didn't accept, I told him he shouldn't forget that I was a married woman with a child, I had stressed the word child. So for several months he stopped bothering me. But now I had started to miss his daily "teasing," it kept me constantly on edge.

So one day in early 2007, I had to stay with him until late at night to finish some reports. I called my husband and told him to prepare food for the child and that I would be home around nine to nine-thirty. When all the company staff had finally left, he (the director) ordered something quick for us to eat. After we ate, we each had a couple of beers, then we sat for a while to let the food settle, as they say. Unfortunately or fortunately, it wasn't just the food that settled, but something else too. I was sitting across from him in the office. I hadn't noticed, or maybe I had done it on purpose, that sitting cross-legged like that, my skirt had ridden up very high, resulting in him fixing his eyes on my long (it's the truth) calves and my slender thighs, until I heard him say to me.

—My God Marina, how beautiful and very much a woman you are. Lucky that husband of yours who has you in his bed. Wow–wow, I've fallen for you and I'm not ashamed to say it. Oh, Marina, I'm married too, but your hesitation annoys me, these taboos of yours that I'm sure you carry from your grandmother and your mother. Most women, while you want to enjoy love, you hesitate; why? I didn't know what or how to answer him. He was so charming, I wanted so much for him to take me in his arms, to squeeze me with his arms and for us to make love right there on the spot, inside the office and at that moment I started to think: "...yes go ahead, come on, grab me and I won't resist you, go ahead do it, just please whatever you're going to do, do it now...", that's what I was thinking.

I hadn't had time to finish my thoughts, as if he understood them, as if he was reading my mind. Almost without me seeing him, he came over me, grabbed me by the chin, lifted my head and pressed his well-shaped lips against mine. I put my tongue inside his mouth and he put his inside mine. Our tongues searched desperately for their match, his hands slipped into the opening of my blouse and began to caress my breasts and my nipples had become hard as stone. For the first time in so many years I felt my pussy getting wet. I had an orgasm right there on the leather, large armchair and a great desire that I did not hesitate to fulfill without any hesitation or restraint.

As he stood upright and I was in the armchair and as we exchanged plenty of saliva between us, I stretched out my hands and unzipped his trousers. Then, without looking, I slipped my hand inside his boxers and began to grasp his warm and slightly sweaty-from-arousal cock, until I managed with his help (he pulled down his trousers and with them his boxers). Now I had his cock in front of my mouth. I grabbed it and shoved it as deep into my mouth as I could. He bent down a little more and shoved his hand under my skirt, I felt him make a journey inside my pantyhose and then pull my little panties to the right, until his warm hand began to "swim" inside my wet pussy lips while he whispered to me.

—You're horny, my dear. Sit still so I can suck yours and when it's time for me to finish, you suck mine. He placed my feet to rest right and left on the arms of the armchair. He pulled down my pantyhose, took off my panties and rushed to suck up all my juices which had started to escape from me even onto the leather armchair, creating a small pool between my legs. Now I had surrendered to his hands without putting up any resistance. Finally, I had stopped thinking about my child or my husband. I was living absolute passion, there inside the office.

He stood up, threw off everything that was on the desk, then lifted me from the armchair, laid me down on the desk. I spread my thighs like a whore and waited for him to thrust inside me. As soon as I felt his hard cock entering deep inside me and his balls slapping against the base of my ass, I let my orgasms numb every fold of my body. For ten minutes he pounded my womb and kissed my calves as he had them resting on his broad shoulders. Suddenly I heard him shout, “…I’m going to cum, I can’t hold back anymore, I’m cumming…”, that’s when I yelled at him: “…hold my pussy, give it to me in my mouth, I want to taste you…”. He pulled out of me, I got up and took it in my mouth, I let the first spurts smear my hair and face and then I shoved him all the way into my mouth swallowing the rest of the cum. By evening and after two more fucks he returned home and my husband didn’t notice a thing. With my boss we continue to make love whenever and wherever we can, of course now I follow him to hotels, we are both passionate about each other, but neither I nor he want to destroy our families, we just break the routine of our marriages.