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Being the boss certainly has its advantages.  I'm free to make my
own decisions, and come and go as I choose.

About 2:30 in the afternoon I announced that I was leaving for
the day and walked out of the office.  I live but a short ways
from the office, located in suburbia, so I was home inside of 15
minutes, and now awaited the arrival of Denise, a 42yr old woman
who was agreeing to be with me to protect her home and husband.

At a few minutes of 3 I heard a car pull into the open garage on
the side of the house.  I got up and went the garage entrance
doors and opened it, then punched the garage door switch and the
door began to close.   Denise opened her car door and got out.

Coming into the house, she said she was a bit nervous.  I asked
if she'd like something to drink, and she said no, that she'd be
okay, if I could give her a few minutes to relax.  I invited her
to make herself at home and look around.  I live alone in a 6800
square foot home with 2 cars and no pets.  The house has three
levels.  The main with the kitchen, dining, breakfast, main
entry, great room and music room.  On the 2nd floor is the master
bed and bath along with 2 other bed and baths.   The basement or
terrace level had a theater, poolroom, bar, dance floor and
another bed and bath.

As Denise move about the house I got to look at her more
carefully.  She was wearing a business suit and about a 2" heel.
Per usual her hair was neatly done along with her makeup.  
Finally, she turned and asked, would you like to go to the
bedroom?  No, I said, lets go to the great room instead.  I
noticed her hesitate and begins to say something and then not,
but followed me into the great room.

I sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit across from me in
one of the side chairs.  Denise, I said, for me anyway, there is
more than just going to bed, now stand up please, I want to look
at you.  Denise stood in front of the chair and looked down at
me.  From the look on her face, it was hard to tell if she was
angry, on the verge of tears or what was going through her mind.

So, tell me a little about yourself, I began.  What do you want
to know she asked?  Well you are how old, I asked.  42 she
replied.  And you went to school where.  High school was in
Springfield, Ohio and then I went to Ohio State where I met Jeff.
 And you've been together for....22years she said.  And you have
2 sons, correct. Yes.  Ever been....unfaithful, no
never....please please don't make me do this, I beg you, I'll
find a job and repay you every cent with interest, just
please....she started to break down.

Denise I said sternly, get in your car and get the hell out of
here.  I'll go to the office and open the safe.  No no, please
I'm sorry, I didn't mean she stammered.  It just that, look
you've got a beautiful home, nice cars, own a company and could
get any woman you wanted, so why me.  Because I said, you're not
attainable, least ways under normal circumstances.  However, I
didn't trap Jeff, he trapped himself, and you've elected to stand
by him.  So I'm selling you the opportunity of keeping him out of
jail, keeping your home, and keeping him.   The price is doing as
I say, and making yourself available sexually, now shall we
continue?   Yes, I'm sorry, she said.

OK, so to continue, Jeff is the only man you've been with, or
were there others?   I had a couple of boyfriends in college
before meeting Jeff.  Did you fuck them?   Yes, she replied,
taken back a bit by my sudden change in language.  And since
marrying Jeff, you've been faithful. Yes.  You and he ever talk
about adding to your sex lives.   Like how, she asked.  Well,
ever talked about visiting a topless beach, going to a swing
club, swapping things like that.  No, but one time Jeff jokingly
suggested that our then neighbor, who was by herself, might want
to join us for a 3some.  And what did you think of that idea.  I
told him no way.  And did you fight over this, or what?

No, but for a little while he kept teasing me about it, and
making comments.  Comments like what?  Well, like my breasts were
bigger than hers were, and he wouldn't leave me for her and so
on.  Were you bigger than she was?   I think so.

Did you ever think about her and you being naked together.  You
mean, she asked.  Well sort of, I said.  No, no never.   Have you
ever been with a woman, I asked.  No, snapped back the answer. 
So you've never...no, not ever, she said.  And what about if I
turn the question around and ask if another woman has ever been
with you.   Same thing, no she answered.  So in college, or
elsewhere, no other woman has let's say touched you.  No never
she said.

How tall are you I asked.  5'8" was the reply.  And you wear a
size what dress?   6 or 8 depending on where it was made.  What
are you wearing today, I asked.  Well this business suit, as I
thought you would like it.  Thanks, I said, but tell me about
everything you have on.   You mean, oh...

Well this is a two piece business suit with the skirt and jacket.
 I'm also wearing a blouse under the jacket as you can tell.  
And what else, I asked.   A bra and panties she said, and oh yes,
my heels.  Very nice selection I said, now for a start, how about
you lift your skirt so I can see you legs.

Holding back her tears, Denise bent over and started to lift her
skirt.  No, I said, just gather it up.  She dropped the hem and
lowered her arms to her thighs where she began to gather the
cloth.  As more and more of her shapely legs were revealed, I
knew I was indeed very lucky to have been at the right place at
the right time with respect to Jeff's problem.

I told Denise to turn around slowly, which she did.  Thanks,
you've got lovely legs I said, now let's take that jacket off, so
I can see how big your tits are.  Her look said it all when I
referred to her breasts as tits, but she didn't say anything,
just unbuttoned her jacket and slipped out of it.  After laying
her jacket to the side she turned and faced me.

I looked into her eyes and could not detect any emotion, hate,
love, and lust. Just sort of a blank stare.  So staring right
back at her, I asked, Denise, do you like it when men stare or
look at your tits?   Yes, I suppose so, she said.  Do you ever
tease guys with your tits?  No, not intentionally.  So, if you
were to lets say put on a low cut dress, you wouldn't be looking
and thinking about how much you were showing.  No, I'd buy a
dress that I liked and felt comfortable in.  Okay, I said, but I
think you've got very nice tits, so I'm going to enjoy looking at
them, is that okay.  Denise offered no reply.

Denise, I began, now I want you to walk to the other side of the
room, and then turn and walk back here.  Dropping the gathered
skirt, she turned and walked away from me as I looked at how her
hips swayed beneath her skirt.  Now as she started walking back
to me, I focused on her chest and could easily see some movement
under her blouse.

You're a very pretty and sexy woman I said, now lets shed the
skirt and blouse.  Here, she asked.  Yes, I said, here.  But the
windows, it's all glass and anyone can see she said.  The only
one seeing is me.  The backyard is enclosed with a oversized
privacy fence.  Please, I don't feel right about this, she said,
can't we go and be more private.  No, I said, I'm quite
comfortable here, now continue please.

Denise reached to her waist and unzipped her skirt.  Then
unhooked the fastener and slid it down over her hips letting it
fall to the floor where she stepped out of it.  I noticed that
the length of her blouse was covering her panties, so reasoned
that she was delaying things as long as possible.

 As she moved her fingers to the top button on her blouse, her
hand shook a little and the button came undone.  The second
button, then the third.  I was now able to see the upper edge of
the V in her bra, as she continued to unbutton the blouse. 
Finally with the blouse unbuttoned, I told her to pull it open.

Denise stood before me with her blouse open and I could see the
cups of her bra and the front of her panties as well.  Take the
blouse off I said.  She slipped it from her shoulders and placed
it on top of the jacket beside her, then with her arms at her
side, faced me.

How about a smile, I asked.  I'm sorry I'm just very nervous she
said.  Then sit down and we'll talk some, okay?  Yes, thank you,
she said and took a seat holding her knees tight together.  So
you wear a size 6 or 8 dress I said.  Yes, it depends on the
manufacture and even where it was made.  Today the foreign
manufactures all have different sizes for the same size, if you
know what I mean.

Yes, I think so, I replied.  So, what's your favorite color, I
asked? I favor purple she replied.  Yet, I said, you're wearing a
white bra and panty.  I didn't know if you'd like the color, so I
didn't want to disappoint you she replied.  And what's your
favorite perfume, I asked.  I like Jessica McClintock, though I
also like standards like Channel #5.  And your favorite food and
music.  Well seafood and anything chocolate, along with some good
jazz and good rhythm show tunes.

And what do you like to do for fun, I asked.  Oh, traveling, when
we can afford it, shopping, swimming, the beach and taking care
of my home and family.  Well you're taking care of your home and
family now, aren't you.  Yes, I guess I am.

Do you know what your measurements are, I asked.  I knew you were
going to ask she smiled, so I measured this morning.  I have a
28" waist and 37" hips.  And your bra size, I asked.  I'm a 36D,
she said.
Very nice, I said, and what size panties do you have on?  Size 6
she said.  Very nice, I said, thank you.  She sort of smiled at
me and then looked away realizing she was sitting in front of a
stranger man in nothing but her bra and panties.  This too was
about to change.

Denise, I said, push your shoulder straps down.  She cautiously
moved her left hand across and lifted the strap from her
shoulder, then her right hand did the same for the left strap,
but she kept her arms in front of her thereby attempting to cover
herself.   Denise, I asked, you ashamed of your tits?  She looked
at me, but didn't answer, instead looking down and then moving
her arms away from the front of her.

Please can't you just do it, why are you humiliating me she
asked.   Well dear, I just don't want to DO IT, and as for
humiliating you, perhaps you'd like me to call you Mrs. Cole to
remind you of your marital status.  No, please, I'm sorry, she
begged.

Regardless, I think I like calling you Mrs. Cole, it keeps a
degree of formality and serves to remind, doesn't it, I said. 
Now stand up please.  She stood up.  Now like before, walk to the
other side and come back here, I said.

As she moved away from me, I could see the shadow of the crack
between her ass beneath her panties.  Then she turned and began
to walk towards me.  Now doubt now, her tits was giggling very
nicely.  As she stopped in front of me, I told her to first put
her hands behind her head, then turn around.  Next I instructed
her to put her hands on her knees and lean over as far as she
could.

Mrs. Cole, I said, you've got lovely looking tits.  Does your
husband appreciate them, I asked.    Denise looked at me, not
glaring, but with a part way upset look on her face.  Well you
can count on it that I will, I said with a smile.  Now how about
taking that bra off, I said, as it looks so uncomfortable. 
Denise stared blankly at me for a second or two, then exhaled
loudly and reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  Just let it
fall, I said and the bra slipped away from her and the straps
slid off her arms and finally onto the floor.

You're beautiful I said, very very nice, and your nipples, I love
that shade of pink and the nubs, they are so cute standing up for
me.  Come here I commanded.  Denise stepped closer, then stood in
front of me.   I grasped her hands and moved them to my
shoulders, causing her to bend over and her fully developed
mature magnificent tits to be hanging in front of my face.

With my hands still on her arms, I pulled gently which caused her
tits to sway ever so gently in front of me.  I then reached and
encircled each tit gently squeezing it and rubbing my thumb over
the nipple and then pulled one to my lips where I licked and
sucked on it.  Denise moaned and for the first time asked me to
suck her other breast.  I pulled her close to my lips and said,
Mrs. Cole, you mean your tit, don't you.  Yes, please she
replied.   So I was happy to comply.

As I finished and removed my hands from her, it appeared that her
tits were very sensitive as her nipples were extended.  I reached
up and pinched one gently, and rolled it between my thumb and
forefinger.  Again she reacted asking me for more.

As much as I didn't want to, I stopped and pushed her back where
she stood in front of me once again.  Mrs. Cole, I began, but she
said, please don't call me that, call me Denise, that's my name.
But your are Mrs. Jeffery Cole, aren't you, I asked.  Yes, please
don't.  And your husband is a thief, isn't he.  Yes, please, I
beg you, she said.  And you are standing here half-naked and I'm
not your husband, am I.  No, Yes, oh please she said very
confused like.

Denise, I said, rather sternly to be sure to get her attention,
take off your panties.  She looked at me, then to either side, as
if someone else might be watching and move her hands to her
waistband.  She then pulled the elastic a little and began
sliding the panty down her legs and over her shoes until she
stepped out of it.

What's this, I said looking at her crotch.  Suddenly distracted
she looked down to see if something was wrong, but could see
nothing abnormal.  What, she asked.  The hair, I said.  How can I
see and enjoy your pussy when its all hidden.  She didn't say a
word, as I next told her to sit down.

Somewhat relieved she was seated, again with her knees clamped
tight.  I again wanted to throw her off balance, so I began, now
Mrs. Cole tell me, does playing with your tits excite you.  Yes
she said.  And what type of tit play are you referring to, I
asked.  Please she said, no tell me, I immediately replied.  I
like it when they are squeezed and pulled on and when you pinch
and kiss my nipples.

And does this make your pussy wet, I asked.  Yes she answered
quietly.  So your pussy is wet now, I said.  Yes, she answered. 
Denise, I asked, does Mrs. Cole ever masturbate?   Sometimes, she
replied.  Again throwing in a twist, I said, now Mrs. Cole, open
your legs for me so I can see your pretty pussy.

Denise slowly responded by opening her legs, but not really open.
 Mrs. Cole, I said, spread your legs over the chair arms or lift
them high, it doesn't matter, but again I want to see your cunt.
She scooted to the edge of the cushion and then spread her legs
over the arm rests of the chair.    There was certainly nothing
left to imagine, but every little extra bit helps.

Now how about being a real sweetie, I said, and pull that pussy
open for me.  Somewhat resigned, Denise moved her hands between
her legs and used her fingers to peal back her pussy lips further
exposing the glistening sweet pink of her cunt to me.

I moved from the chair and move got down on my knees in front of
Denise and instantly placed my lips over her pussy beginning to
drive my tongue into her hole.   She squealed, moaned and began
to thrust her hips into my face.   It didn't take long for her to
stiffen, scream out and climax for me.

Does Jeff service your pussy like that I asked?  No, no, not
often she replied.  Now finish undressing me, I said.  Denise sat
up and moved to my belt, which she undid and then unzipped my
pants.  Next she moved to unfasten the hook which held the
waistband together and finally the hidden button which joined the
two halves.

She then moved the pants down over my legs as I kicked off my
shoes and stepped out of them.  Standing before her with my
obvious hard on, she reached to my waist and pulled on the
elastic holding my boxers.  As they slid down, they obviously
caught on my cock, which when she pulled on the fabric caused it
to pull the cock down and then it sprang back and was staring at
her.

Now I'll be the first to admit that I haven't spent my life
running to the men's room to compare cocks, and certainly not
hard on's with others, so just based on reading, seeing some xxx
movies, I'd say I'm somewhat average, if there is truly an
average.   If you get a tape measure, my cock will be just shy of
9" long and about 2" thick.  This is what now was looking at
Denise.

Go ahead, I said, touch it.  Denise raised her hand and encircled
my shaft and looked up at me.  Well, I said, kiss your new best
friend hello.  Please she said, don't make me.   What, I asked,
you mean that you don't suck Jeff's cock.  No, she whimpered,
I'll use my hand for you and she started to stroke me.

I was dismayed, but as well as having a raging hard on, I also
wanted to further humiliate her and break her down.  So you've
never ever sucked a cock, I said.  No, not really, she said.  And
what does that mean, I asked, and you'd better tell me the truth,
I added.

Once in college, after a party, I was pretty drunk and I remember
my date wanting me to, but as he was much drunk than I was, I
just licked him and then we both passed out.  And now, I said, 20
years later, two kids and lord know how many fucks, you ... my
voice trailed off.  And Jeff, I asked the obvious.  He asked me
once, but that was the last time he asked, she replied.

Well Mrs. Cole, I emphasized strongly, you're never to old to
learn, so.   Oh, no, please she begged, as I grabbed my cock and
shoved it towards her face.  Denise, I commanded, open your mouth
and kiss my cock.  No no, please I beg you, anything, just don't
make me do that, she replied.  Well then get your cloths and get
out of my house, I said.  Perhaps I'll see you during the trial,
and I pulled away from her.

She burst into tears, and begged me not to, but to give her
another chance.  Another chance I said, what is this a constant
negotiation I asked.  I tell you something and then have to fight
with you or threaten and remind you, then you want to negotiate
some more.   This isn't going to happen, I said, now get your
cloths and leave.

Please Jeff couldn't survive in jail, and the boys and I, we'd
have nothing left, what would I do, she cried.  So you did hear
me when I told you these things, I said.  Yes, she said.  But,
you what, I asked, thought you'd have it your way.   Yes, no she
stammered.  I'm sorry, please don't report Jeff.

Okay Mrs. Cole, but this is going to cost you something extra, I
said.  Yes, I understand, I'm sorry she said and reached for my
cock with her hand.  As she inched herself closer to my cock she
flicked out her tongue and licked my cockhead, then began to turn
her head as she slid her tongue beneath my shaft and continued to
lick.  When she finished and pull back for a second, I move
myself forward pushing my cock against her lips.  Denise I said
sharply and push a little.  She opened her mouth and my cockhead
moved between her lips.

For a few long, very long seconds, she did nothing, but then she
began to lightly suck on my cock, and move and explore with her
tongue.  I decided not to push her but to let her go on her own
for a little while.  She was getting better and better, a real
natural, as I began to moan some and react to her mouth's
attention to my cock.   Finally I couldn't hold back much longer,
so I reached for her head and held her in place as I started to
fuck her face and push further into her throat.  I could hear her
failed attempts at saying NO, but in a few short strokes I
exploded into her mouth and held her tight forcing her to
swallow.  When the natural reflex of swallowing was over I
released her head and she pulled away from my slowly shrinking
cock.

A few coughs and reflex swallows and Denise looked up at me with
just a little cum trickling out the side of her mouth.  I was
curious to see what she was going to do, not having a cloth or
tissue, so she just whipped her mouth with her hand.  Denise I
said, that was a very good beginning, now lick your hand clean so
nothing gets on the furniture or carpet.  She didn't say a word,
but immediately proceeded to do so.

I do believe that you and I are finally coming to some
understanding, have we not, I asked.  Yes, she nodded.  Good, I
said, now come with me.  I lead her into the master bathroom and
told her to sit up on the vanity.  I then pulled out a can of
shaving cream and filled my hand with lather.  She immediately
realized what I was about to do and crossed her legs.

Jeff will realize, she said.  Not my problem I said, you can tell
him what you like, now spread your legs.  Denise with some
reluctance spread her legs for me and I began to rub the shaving
cream into her pussy hairs matting them.  I then took some
scissors and began to cut away globs of her hair.  I then spread
more shaving cream over her and with a new razor blade began
shaving her.

It didn't take to long, maybe 5 minutes before I was finished and
stepped back to see her beautiful bald pussy.  Keep it that way,
I said, pulling her off the vanity into the bedroom and on to the
bed where I immediately spread her legs and locked lips with her
pussy pushing my tongue into her lovehole.

As she thrashed on the bed beneath me, I came up for air and
positioned my cock over her entryway parting her pussy to begin
to accept me inside her.

She spread her legs further apart and reached down and grabbed my
cock, which she moved over her clit and finally guided to slip
into her cunt.  I fucked her for about 5 minutes before I dumped
my load in her and as I rolled off of her I told her to clean me
up.  She got up and I asked, Mrs.Cole, where are you going.  To
get a towel she replied.  Come here, I said, now lick me clean. 
The blood drained from her face, but she didn't argue as she
lowered her head and began doing just that.

Afterwards, I reminded her that she was still obligated and was
mine to do as I please with.  Then I sent her home telling her
that I'd call her.


Being the boss certainly has its advantages.  I'm free to make my
own decisions, and come and go as I choose.

About 2:30 in the afternoon I announced that I was leaving for
the day and walked out of the office.  I live but a short ways
from the office, located in suburbia, so I was home inside of 15
minutes, and now awaited the arrival of Denise, a 42yr old woman
who was agreeing to be with me to protect her home and husband.

At a few minutes of 3 I heard a car pull into the open garage on
the side of the house.  I got up and went the garage entrance
doors and opened it, then punched the garage door switch and the
door began to close.   Denise opened her car door and got out.

Coming into the house, she said she was a bit nervous.  I asked
if she'd like something to drink, and she said no, that she'd be
okay, if I could give her a few minutes to relax.  I invited her
to make herself at home and look around.  I live alone in a 6800
square foot home with 2 cars and no pets.  The house has three
levels.  The main with the kitchen, dining, breakfast, main
entry, great room and music room.  On the 2nd floor is the master
bed and bath along with 2 other bed and baths.   The basement or
terrace level had a theater, poolroom, bar, dance floor and
another bed and bath.

As Denise move about the house I got to look at her more
carefully.  She was wearing a business suit and about a 2" heel.
Per usual her hair was neatly done along with her makeup.  
Finally, she turned and asked, would you like to go to the
bedroom?  No, I said, lets go to the great room instead.  I
noticed her hesitate and begins to say something and then not,
but followed me into the great room.

I sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit across from me in
one of the side chairs.  Denise, I said, for me anyway, there is
more than just going to bed, now stand up please, I want to look
at you.  Denise stood in front of the chair and looked down at
me.  From the look on her face, it was hard to tell if she was
angry, on the verge of tears or what was going through her mind.

So, tell me a little about yourself, I began.  What do you want
to know she asked?  Well you are how old, I asked.  42 she
replied.  And you went to school where.  High school was in
Springfield, Ohio and then I went to Ohio State where I met Jeff.
 And you've been together for....22years she said.  And you have
2 sons, correct. Yes.  Ever been....unfaithful, no
never....please please don't make me do this, I beg you, I'll
find a job and repay you every cent with interest, just
please....she started to break down.

Denise I said sternly, get in your car and get the hell out of
here.  I'll go to the office and open the safe.  No no, please
I'm sorry, I didn't mean she stammered.  It just that, look
you've got a beautiful home, nice cars, own a company and could
get any woman you wanted, so why me.  Because I said, you're not
attainable, least ways under normal circumstances.  However, I
didn't trap Jeff, he trapped himself, and you've elected to stand
by him.  So I'm selling you the opportunity of keeping him out of
jail, keeping your home, and keeping him.   The price is doing as
I say, and making yourself available sexually, now shall we
continue?   Yes, I'm sorry, she said.

OK, so to continue, Jeff is the only man you've been with, or
were there others?   I had a couple of boyfriends in college
before meeting Jeff.  Did you fuck them?   Yes, she replied,
taken back a bit by my sudden change in language.  And since
marrying Jeff, you've been faithful. Yes.  You and he ever talk
about adding to your sex lives.   Like how, she asked.  Well,
ever talked about visiting a topless beach, going to a swing
club, swapping things like that.  No, but one time Jeff jokingly
suggested that our then neighbor, who was by herself, might want
to join us for a 3some.  And what did you think of that idea.  I
told him no way.  And did you fight over this, or what?

No, but for a little while he kept teasing me about it, and
making comments.  Comments like what?  Well, like my breasts were
bigger than hers were, and he wouldn't leave me for her and so
on.  Were you bigger than she was?   I think so.

Did you ever think about her and you being naked together.  You
mean, she asked.  Well sort of, I said.  No, no never.   Have you
ever been with a woman, I asked.  No, snapped back the answer. 
So you've never...no, not ever, she said.  And what about if I
turn the question around and ask if another woman has ever been
with you.   Same thing, no she answered.  So in college, or
elsewhere, no other woman has let's say touched you.  No never
she said.

How tall are you I asked.  5'8" was the reply.  And you wear a
size what dress?   6 or 8 depending on where it was made.  What
are you wearing today, I asked.  Well this business suit, as I
thought you would like it.  Thanks, I said, but tell me about
everything you have on.   You mean, oh...

Well this is a two piece business suit with the skirt and jacket.
 I'm also wearing a blouse under the jacket as you can tell.  
And what else, I asked.   A bra and panties she said, and oh yes,
my heels.  Very nice selection I said, now for a start, how about
you lift your skirt so I can see you legs.

Holding back her tears, Denise bent over and started to lift her
skirt.  No, I said, just gather it up.  She dropped the hem and
lowered her arms to her thighs where she began to gather the
cloth.  As more and more of her shapely legs were revealed, I
knew I was indeed very lucky to have been at the right place at
the right time with respect to Jeff's problem.

I told Denise to turn around slowly, which she did.  Thanks,
you've got lovely legs I said, now let's take that jacket off, so
I can see how big your tits are.  Her look said it all when I
referred to her breasts as tits, but she didn't say anything,
just unbuttoned her jacket and slipped out of it.  After laying
her jacket to the side she turned and faced me.

I looked into her eyes and could not detect any emotion, hate,
love, and lust. Just sort of a blank stare.  So staring right
back at her, I asked, Denise, do you like it when men stare or
look at your tits?   Yes, I suppose so, she said.  Do you ever
tease guys with your tits?  No, not intentionally.  So, if you
were to lets say put on a low cut dress, you wouldn't be looking
and thinking about how much you were showing.  No, I'd buy a
dress that I liked and felt comfortable in.  Okay, I said, but I
think you've got very nice tits, so I'm going to enjoy looking at
them, is that okay.  Denise offered no reply.

Denise, I began, now I want you to walk to the other side of the
room, and then turn and walk back here.  Dropping the gathered
skirt, she turned and walked away from me as I looked at how her
hips swayed beneath her skirt.  Now as she started walking back
to me, I focused on her chest and could easily see some movement
under her blouse.

You're a very pretty and sexy woman I said, now lets shed the
skirt and blouse.  Here, she asked.  Yes, I said, here.  But the
windows, it's all glass and anyone can see she said.  The only
one seeing is me.  The backyard is enclosed with a oversized
privacy fence.  Please, I don't feel right about this, she said,
can't we go and be more private.  No, I said, I'm quite
comfortable here, now continue please.

Denise reached to her waist and unzipped her skirt.  Then
unhooked the fastener and slid it down over her hips letting it
fall to the floor where she stepped out of it.  I noticed that
the length of her blouse was covering her panties, so reasoned
that she was delaying things as long as possible.

 As she moved her fingers to the top button on her blouse, her
hand shook a little and the button came undone.  The second
button, then the third.  I was now able to see the upper edge of
the V in her bra, as she continued to unbutton the blouse. 
Finally with the blouse unbuttoned, I told her to pull it open.

Denise stood before me with her blouse open and I could see the
cups of her bra and the front of her panties as well.  Take the
blouse off I said.  She slipped it from her shoulders and placed
it on top of the jacket beside her, then with her arms at her
side, faced me.

How about a smile, I asked.  I'm sorry I'm just very nervous she
said.  Then sit down and we'll talk some, okay?  Yes, thank you,
she said and took a seat holding her knees tight together.  So
you wear a size 6 or 8 dress I said.  Yes, it depends on the
manufacture and even where it was made.  Today the foreign
manufactures all have different sizes for the same size, if you
know what I mean.

Yes, I think so, I replied.  So, what's your favorite color, I
asked? I favor purple she replied.  Yet, I said, you're wearing a
white bra and panty.  I didn't know if you'd like the color, so I
didn't want to disappoint you she replied.  And what's your
favorite perfume, I asked.  I like Jessica McClintock, though I
also like standards like Channel #5.  And your favorite food and
music.  Well seafood and anything chocolate, along with some good
jazz and good rhythm show tunes.

And what do you like to do for fun, I asked.  Oh, traveling, when
we can afford it, shopping, swimming, the beach and taking care
of my home and family.  Well you're taking care of your home and
family now, aren't you.  Yes, I guess I am.

Do you know what your measurements are, I asked.  I knew you were
going to ask she smiled, so I measured this morning.  I have a
28" waist and 37" hips.  And your bra size, I asked.  I'm a 36D,
she said.
Very nice, I said, and what size panties do you have on?  Size 6
she said.  Very nice, I said, thank you.  She sort of smiled at
me and then looked away realizing she was sitting in front of a
stranger man in nothing but her bra and panties.  This too was
about to change.

Denise, I said, push your shoulder straps down.  She cautiously
moved her left hand across and lifted the strap from her
shoulder, then her right hand did the same for the left strap,
but she kept her arms in front of her thereby attempting to cover
herself.   Denise, I asked, you ashamed of your tits?  She looked
at me, but didn't answer, instead looking down and then moving
her arms away from the front of her.

Please can't you just do it, why are you humiliating me she
asked.   Well dear, I just don't want to DO IT, and as for
humiliating you, perhaps you'd like me to call you Mrs. Cole to
remind you of your marital status.  No, please, I'm sorry, she
begged.

Regardless, I think I like calling you Mrs. Cole, it keeps a
degree of formality and serves to remind, doesn't it, I said. 
Now stand up please.  She stood up.  Now like before, walk to the
other side and come back here, I said.

As she moved away from me, I could see the shadow of the crack
between her ass beneath her panties.  Then she turned and began
to walk towards me.  Now doubt now, her tits was giggling very
nicely.  As she stopped in front of me, I told her to first put
her hands behind her head, then turn around.  Next I instructed
her to put her hands on her knees and lean over as far as she
could.

Mrs. Cole, I said, you've got lovely looking tits.  Does your
husband appreciate them, I asked.    Denise looked at me, not
glaring, but with a part way upset look on her face.  Well you
can count on it that I will, I said with a smile.  Now how about
taking that bra off, I said, as it looks so uncomfortable. 
Denise stared blankly at me for a second or two, then exhaled
loudly and reached behind her and unhooked her bra.  Just let it
fall, I said and the bra slipped away from her and the straps
slid off her arms and finally onto the floor.

You're beautiful I said, very very nice, and your nipples, I love
that shade of pink and the nubs, they are so cute standing up for
me.  Come here I commanded.  Denise stepped closer, then stood in
front of me.   I grasped her hands and moved them to my
shoulders, causing her to bend over and her fully developed
mature magnificent tits to be hanging in front of my face.

With my hands still on her arms, I pulled gently which caused her
tits to sway ever so gently in front of me.  I then reached and
encircled each tit gently squeezing it and rubbing my thumb over
the nipple and then pulled one to my lips where I licked and
sucked on it.  Denise moaned and for the first time asked me to
suck her other breast.  I pulled her close to my lips and said,
Mrs. Cole, you mean your tit, don't you.  Yes, please she
replied.   So I was happy to comply.

As I finished and removed my hands from her, it appeared that her
tits were very sensitive as her nipples were extended.  I reached
up and pinched one gently, and rolled it between my thumb and
forefinger.  Again she reacted asking me for more.

As much as I didn't want to, I stopped and pushed her back where
she stood in front of me once again.  Mrs. Cole, I began, but she
said, please don't call me that, call me Denise, that's my name.
But your are Mrs. Jeffery Cole, aren't you, I asked.  Yes, please
don't.  And your husband is a thief, isn't he.  Yes, please, I
beg you, she said.  And you are standing here half-naked and I'm
not your husband, am I.  No, Yes, oh please she said very
confused like.

Denise, I said, rather sternly to be sure to get her attention,
take off your panties.  She looked at me, then to either side, as
if someone else might be watching and move her hands to her
waistband.  She then pulled the elastic a little and began
sliding the panty down her legs and over her shoes until she
stepped out of it.

What's this, I said looking at her crotch.  Suddenly distracted
she looked down to see if something was wrong, but could see
nothing abnormal.  What, she asked.  The hair, I said.  How can I
see and enjoy your pussy when its all hidden.  She didn't say a
word, as I next told her to sit down.

Somewhat relieved she was seated, again with her knees clamped
tight.  I again wanted to throw her off balance, so I began, now
Mrs. Cole tell me, does playing with your tits excite you.  Yes
she said.  And what type of tit play are you referring to, I
asked.  Please she said, no tell me, I immediately replied.  I
like it when they are squeezed and pulled on and when you pinch
and kiss my nipples.

And does this make your pussy wet, I asked.  Yes she answered
quietly.  So your pussy is wet now, I said.  Yes, she answered. 
Denise, I asked, does Mrs. Cole ever masturbate?   Sometimes, she
replied.  Again throwing in a twist, I said, now Mrs. Cole, open
your legs for me so I can see your pretty pussy.

Denise slowly responded by opening her legs, but not really open.
 Mrs. Cole, I said, spread your legs over the chair arms or lift
them high, it doesn't matter, but again I want to see your cunt.
She scooted to the edge of the cushion and then spread her legs
over the arm rests of the chair.    There was certainly nothing
left to imagine, but every little extra bit helps.

Now how about being a real sweetie, I said, and pull that pussy
open for me.  Somewhat resigned, Denise moved her hands between
her legs and used her fingers to peal back her pussy lips further
exposing the glistening sweet pink of her cunt to me.

I moved from the chair and move got down on my knees in front of
Denise and instantly placed my lips over her pussy beginning to
drive my tongue into her hole.   She squealed, moaned and began
to thrust her hips into my face.   It didn't take long for her to
stiffen, scream out and climax for me.

Does Jeff service your pussy like that I asked?  No, no, not
often she replied.  Now finish undressing me, I said.  Denise sat
up and moved to my belt, which she undid and then unzipped my
pants.  Next she moved to unfasten the hook which held the
waistband together and finally the hidden button which joined the
two halves.

She then moved the pants down over my legs as I kicked off my
shoes and stepped out of them.  Standing before her with my
obvious hard on, she reached to my waist and pulled on the
elastic holding my boxers.  As they slid down, they obviously
caught on my cock, which when she pulled on the fabric caused it
to pull the cock down and then it sprang back and was staring at
her.

Now I'll be the first to admit that I haven't spent my life
running to the men's room to compare cocks, and certainly not
hard on's with others, so just based on reading, seeing some xxx
movies, I'd say I'm somewhat average, if there is truly an
average.   If you get a tape measure, my cock will be just shy of
9" long and about 2" thick.  This is what now was looking at
Denise.

Go ahead, I said, touch it.  Denise raised her hand and encircled
my shaft and looked up at me.  Well, I said, kiss your new best
friend hello.  Please she said, don't make me.   What, I asked,
you mean that you don't suck Jeff's cock.  No, she whimpered,
I'll use my hand for you and she started to stroke me.

I was dismayed, but as well as having a raging hard on, I also
wanted to further humiliate her and break her down.  So you've
never ever sucked a cock, I said.  No, not really, she said.  And
what does that mean, I asked, and you'd better tell me the truth,
I added.

Once in college, after a party, I was pretty drunk and I remember
my date wanting me to, but as he was much drunk than I was, I
just licked him and then we both passed out.  And now, I said, 20
years later, two kids and lord know how many fucks, you ... my
voice trailed off.  And Jeff, I asked the obvious.  He asked me
once, but that was the last time he asked, she replied.

Well Mrs. Cole, I emphasized strongly, you're never to old to
learn, so.   Oh, no, please she begged, as I grabbed my cock and
shoved it towards her face.  Denise, I commanded, open your mouth
and kiss my cock.  No no, please I beg you, anything, just don't
make me do that, she replied.  Well then get your cloths and get
out of my house, I said.  Perhaps I'll see you during the trial,
and I pulled away from her.

She burst into tears, and begged me not to, but to give her
another chance.  Another chance I said, what is this a constant
negotiation I asked.  I tell you something and then have to fight
with you or threaten and remind you, then you want to negotiate
some more.   This isn't going to happen, I said, now get your
cloths and leave.

Please Jeff couldn't survive in jail, and the boys and I, we'd
have nothing left, what would I do, she cried.  So you did hear
me when I told you these things, I said.  Yes, she said.  But,
you what, I asked, thought you'd have it your way.   Yes, no she
stammered.  I'm sorry, please don't report Jeff.

Okay Mrs. Cole, but this is going to cost you something extra, I
said.  Yes, I understand, I'm sorry she said and reached for my
cock with her hand.  As she inched herself closer to my cock she
flicked out her tongue and licked my cockhead, then began to turn
her head as she slid her tongue beneath my shaft and continued to
lick.  When she finished and pull back for a second, I move
myself forward pushing my cock against her lips.  Denise I said
sharply and push a little.  She opened her mouth and my cockhead
moved between her lips.

For a few long, very long seconds, she did nothing, but then she
began to lightly suck on my cock, and move and explore with her
tongue.  I decided not to push her but to let her go on her own
for a little while.  She was getting better and better, a real
natural, as I began to moan some and react to her mouth's
attention to my cock.   Finally I couldn't hold back much longer,
so I reached for her head and held her in place as I started to
fuck her face and push further into her throat.  I could hear her
failed attempts at saying NO, but in a few short strokes I
exploded into her mouth and held her tight forcing her to
swallow.  When the natural reflex of swallowing was over I
released her head and she pulled away from my slowly shrinking
cock.

A few coughs and reflex swallows and Denise looked up at me with
just a little cum trickling out the side of her mouth.  I was
curious to see what she was going to do, not having a cloth or
tissue, so she just whipped her mouth with her hand.  Denise I
said, that was a very good beginning, now lick your hand clean so
nothing gets on the furniture or carpet.  She didn't say a word,
but immediately proceeded to do so.

I do believe that you and I are finally coming to some
understanding, have we not, I asked.  Yes, she nodded.  Good, I
said, now come with me.  I lead her into the master bathroom and
told her to sit up on the vanity.  I then pulled out a can of
shaving cream and filled my hand with lather.  She immediately
realized what I was about to do and crossed her legs.

Jeff will realize, she said.  Not my problem I said, you can tell
him what you like, now spread your legs.  Denise with some
reluctance spread her legs for me and I began to rub the shaving
cream into her pussy hairs matting them.  I then took some
scissors and began to cut away globs of her hair.  I then spread
more shaving cream over her and with a new razor blade began
shaving her.

It didn't take to long, maybe 5 minutes before I was finished and
stepped back to see her beautiful bald pussy.  Keep it that way,
I said, pulling her off the vanity into the bedroom and on to the
bed where I immediately spread her legs and locked lips with her
pussy pushing my tongue into her lovehole.

As she thrashed on the bed beneath me, I came up for air and
positioned my cock over her entryway parting her pussy to begin
to accept me inside her.

She spread her legs further apart and reached down and grabbed my
cock, which she moved over her clit and finally guided to slip
into her cunt.  I fucked her for about 5 minutes before I dumped
my load in her and as I rolled off of her I told her to clean me
up.  She got up and I asked, Mrs.Cole, where are you going.  To
get a towel she replied.  Come here, I said, now lick me clean. 
The blood drained from her face, but she didn't argue as she
lowered her head and began doing just that.

Afterwards, I reminded her that she was still obligated and was
mine to do as I please with.  Then I sent her home telling her
that I'd call her.