He made the first move, I have the last word

I was a 37 year old, never married, spinster working in financial reporting for a fairly large company. He was 45 with wife and three kids who worked in operations. We knew each other only because we both had worked there for a long time. That night we both ended up at a birthday celebration after work on a Friday night. He sat beside me in the booth. And that’s where his hand was all over me, up my thigh as high as it would go. I wear dresses a lot and it was still a warm September, and he hooked his finger into my panties and did not let go. I was fighting him, still pretending that everything was all right. His knuckle was rubbing my clit, and I lost control. The worse part was that my legs shook and shot straight out. I slapped his hand as hard as I could, but I had given away what he was doing under the table.

The other women tried to avoid making eye contact, the other man at the table made a comment about a bitch getting off. I got him, the guy beside me, to let me go to the ladies room to compose myself. When I got back to the table the first thing he did was grab my hand and slam it down on his cock and force my hand down. He unzipped his pants and I had his erection in my hand. He came under the table, except his reaction wasn’t so bold as mine. Although his eyes did dilate and he got a rush over his face. We were even, or so I thought.

The rest of the party left and he kept me pinned into the booth, grabbing me, feeling me up between the legs, kissing me. I held onto his erection but was unable to bend down and get my head down far enough to suck him off. Sex was in the air and we were oblivious as to what any one looking had to say. We went outside and he lifted my dress up over my back and fucked me on the trunk of his car. Now, he wanted sex. Now he wanted tits and ass and sex and cock sucking and he wanted to taste me with his mouth. Now he wasn’t going home.

For a girls first time it was too much. He spent the night and he had the fun he wanted. Forced me to display myself to him, tits and ass, front and back. He got his tongue in and he got his dick in., He also got me to suck him off. Morning came late, when he woke up he called his wife. She didn’t believe him so he gave me his phone, tell her that he was with me and had been all night. He wasn’t with some hooker or stripper.

For me it’s a memory in my memory bank., For him, it’s one more office girl on his belt. The difference with me is only that at 37 I do cook and I have faced his wife and talked to her. As long as he is with me, he isn’t fucking around with some purchasing clerk. If he stays with me, I call her and let her know. If he isn’t with her and she calls me I go out looking for him. I will bring him home by the ear, he’s made his bed with me, and unlike his wife I don’t put up with him running around.