I rang Cathy the next morning to tell her how nice it was to see her again. She told me I bet it was “how often do you have your cock sucked on a work afternoon.” I was not sure if he was being a bit critical until she asked if I would be calling round next week. Fortunately, she only lived a ten minute drive from the office, so we agreed a day.

Both of us were married, she in an unhappy and sexless one and mine a happy but sexless one. My wife had completely lost her libido during the menopause.

The day of our next meeting arrived and I have to say it would not have been the best morning’s work in my life. I kept getting a hard on thinking about lunchtime and nearly had to go and relieve myself in the gents. I told Cathy this when I arrived and she said it looks like matters have not improved, groped me and said definitely not. She said she was going to give me a massage and led me upstairs to her guest bedroom. She told me to take off my shirt and trousers, so that I was now lying on the bed with an enormous erection. She told me to turn over and proceeded to massage my back and legs in the most provocative way, just letting her nipples touch my back, licking me and letting her fingers go in and out of my pants. She then pulled them down and started giving my bum little bites and then harder ones. Fortunately, she stopped before she gave me one which would leave a mark, like the good old love bites of my youth. She asked if I was enjoying it to which I replied yes, but if we don’t do something else soon, I am going to make a hell of a mess of your sheets.

She rolled me over and then proceeded to slowly and seductively take off her knickers and then rub them in my face. She wanted my cock inside her, missionary position, as that was all she had been used to. I was thinking she may be tight not having had sex for a long time, but she was very, very wet. I entered her gently and within a few strokes was right inside her. She was purring with anticipation. Next thing I know she has wrapped her legs around me almost vice like. She said she was double jointed so she could get into some strange positions. It was all I could do to not come immediately. She asked me to go slowly so I concentrated on slow deep thrusts, Her breathing was become heavier, as was mine. She then said she was not on the pill so I had better slip out and come over her. Her breathing got more impassioned and then slowed down, which presumably meant she had climaxed. I then withdrew from her and within seconds was spunking all over her stomach. She wiped herself clean and I said why could she not just leave herself sticky and ask her husband to feel it tonight. She said he would probably run a mile or throw her out – more likely the latter. Sadly I had to leave to get back to the office and told her I would be on holiday next week. She asked me to bring her something back.

Due to work commitments, I was unable to see her the week I got back from holiday, so when I did my cock was lively to say the least. I gave her some expensive chocolates and a stick of rock. She said she would be thinking of me when she had a chocolate and would maybe find a use for the stick of rock. When I asked her about this later, she admitted she could not bring herself use it as a vibrator – she was still a bit nervous about all this.   

We continued to have the most fantastic sex every week, changing the day each week so nobody would get suspicious. It was difficult to believe for one so inexperienced how good she was. She said she read about it in women’s magazines and that I had unlocked something that had been inside her for a long time.

Christmas was on the horizon and she mentioned that her son would be home from university for four weeks in December. She asked if I could visit her for a bit longer before he came home. On the agreed day I took a couple of hours off work to do some “Christmas shopping.” As usual I rang her before leaving the office and she said to come round the back door and let myself in. I did this and she called out that she was upstairs. When I got there she was lying on the bed in a black bra and panties plus black stockings and suspenders, “Do you like your Christmas present?” All I could say was “Fucking hell Cathy.” She helped me undress, pushed me back on the bed and started to suck me off. She then mounted me (another first for her) and told me she was going to make me come in five minutes. I think it took about six. It was so good to relax and talk. She told me she had bought the sexy underwear about ten years ago. In the hope it may encourage Paul her husband, but that did not work. She said they had been to a formal party where there was proper dancing. A friend of theirs, who was always keen to dance with her, let his hands slip and asked her if she was wearing what he thought she was. She said she was and he was welcome to have a look anytime. She thought he was going to pass out and whenever she reminded him later he quickly changed the subject. She thought that was the first time she thought she wanted to explore her sexuality and she would have to look elsewhere if she could ever find the nerve. We had sex a couple more times once in the missionary position and then just as I was dressed to go back to the office unzipped me, pulled out my cock and sucked me off. My Christmas shopping was over. She gave me my Christmas present which was two sexy pair of men’s black thong like pants. She said I was to wear them the morning I would see her. She knew there would be plenty of pre cum in them and she could smell them until we next met and she could give me the clean pair back to me washed to repeat the process.

We started meeting again after Christmas. She did not always seem to have an orgasm. I was worried about this, but she said not to be. She was just thrilled to have somebody who wanted her and respected her. She was so excited it was all she could do not to tell her close friend that she had a lover. She often had her stockings and suspenders on when I arrived and once was lying on the sofa with nothing on gently rubbing her clit. She was still getting used to feeling herself and sometimes when we were in bed and I was fingering her I would grab her hand and we would rub her clit and finger her together. Out of the blue she said one day she would like to get a vibrator. I said as a short term measure why not try a cucumber. There was one in the fridge and reluctantly she gave it a go, nervously at first, but then really got into it.  I was so turned on as she slowly eased it in and out of her cunt. She said cum on the cucumber and when I did she wiped it off and put it back in the fridge. Not sure what her husband’s sandwiches tasted like, although I was not to find out.

The next week she was not well, nor the following week. She then rang me to say she needed an emergency hysterectomy. Paul was having a couple of weeks holiday to look after her so not call for at least a month. When I did get round to calling her, she told me she wanted to finish seeing me. Paul had for the first time in nearly thirty years shown her some affection – possibly because it was not the football season – and she thought he deserved better. I had been rejected a few times in my younger days, but this time I was shell shocked. Even my wife remarked how quiet I was. It took some months to get over it, not just the sex, but making somebody happy who was clearly unhappy.   

Stuart R