Second Affair

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Second Affair, An Engineer

 

My affair with the doctor had changed me. It was not just my expanded experience with sex. He had changed me as much as my marriage had. I learned to be more feminine while at the same time being a relationship manager. The most significant change was I learned to learn. I no longer assumed I knew everything.

 

I continued to work swing shift in electronics. It allowed us to avoid most child care expense. My husband left for work at 7:30 in the morning and got home around 5:30. I left around at 3:30 in the afternoon and got home around 2:30 in the morning. The 2 hour gap was covered by the Mexican lady next door. My husband and I initially lived off my salary to save up and buy our first house just before the explosion of home values in Silicon Valley. Now my salary paid for the cars and furniture. In the 1970’s the electronics industry was in constant revolution with one silicon wafer design superseding another. Companies came and went with concrete tilt up plants springing up like mushrooms and often shortly after going bankrupt.

 

While electronic business, scientist, and engineer gurus worked 12 hour days, 6 days a week to be millionaires during this time, Silicon Valley was also a nonstop electronics industry sex party. Most in the industry were from somewhere else. Working hours were jumbled to accommodate 24/7 operations. There were 2 or more females per male in the plants and the males tended to be engineers, managers, owners or others high income males. The females tended to be line personnel or secretaries. It was a violate mix. It was also when the pill was first widely utilized and before AIDS. It was work hardy and party hardier. Affairs and sexual trysts were everywhere. There were “Nudie Parties” at swim pools with spouses excluded and open sexual banter with penis cakes for birthday parties and gag sexual presents. Sex was ever present and lots of girls wore a neck hickey as a badge.

 

Security was tight around electronic plants and once one entered the gated parking lot you were in a safe zone from spouses. Lunches were only one half hour and the parking lots became secure trysting areas for quickies. Walking through the lot one could spot a used condom or two and more common wadded tissue paper with a yellow smear spot. Occasionally one saw a stocking or panty. Everyone wore smocks to avoid dust. Buildings where wafer fabrication took place had to be ultra clean. Some women tested the limits of how risqué they could dress under their smocks. They would then flash selected males. They liked to especially do this to men suspected of being gay with others watching for a laugh.

 

It was all too vulgar for me. I wore a modest mini skirt with the hem just above the knee, panty hose and 2 inch heels under my smock but nothing risqué. I never appeared cheap. I wanted another doctor prince but knew it was unlikely. I wore my wedding and diamond sapphire rings, expensive perfume, had manicured fingernails and. looked too “expensive” to males working swing. I had stopped overtly flirting. One evening an engineer specialist was brought in to fix a major machine alignment problem. I did not have to flirt for his attention. In fact, I did not notice him. He came boldly to me and asked to have lunch in the cafeteria with him. He selected a far corner with no one around. I opened my plastic lunch container and nibbled on the chicken I brought while he sat, smiled and stared at me.

 

He finally boldly asked, “How about a date?” I told him, “I’m married”. He said, “So am I”. I looked but he wore no ring so I asked where his wedding ring was. He told me he didn’t wear one but he was married. He was 10 years older, good looking but bald on top, had a nice voice and smelled good. He was so sure of himself, an alpha male, I knew the best response was to mock him. I missed my prince the doctor, an Omega. He had been gone a year and my husband while relieved my first affair was over was again starting to again take me for granted. When I talked to him he was not listening. I had just turned 30. He still talked about swinging now and then.

 

I said to the pushy engineer, “Where would you take me?” He replied where ever I wanted. I said, “I like to go shopping, my husband never takes me.” He smiled as if I was teasing him but eventually said he would like to take me shopping if that is what I wanted. I told him he would have to bring his credit card as I liked nice things. I told him I also liked to smell good if I was with a man and to first get me perfume but not cheap cologne. He asked what brand but I told him that was his choice. It was his class taste test. I told him if he failed he could not have a date. The next shift he had a wrapped perfume box at lunch. I opened it. It was Shalimar but only a half ounce. I ridiculed him about not buying an ounce and asked if he only wanted half a date. I told him to return it and get an ounce. He was stunned but took the package back. I knew I was pushing but it did not matter if we went out or not. If we did it was going to be on my terms.

 

The next lunch he had the ounce bottle but it was not wrapped as if to say he too was indifferent. I applied dabs behind my ears and wrists. After a few moments to merge with my scent I placed one wrist under his nose to smell. I was our first contact. He lost his indifference. I lifted my hair on one side and let him put his face to the nape of my neck and smell the perfume emanating from the dab behind the ear. I was wearing the dangling gold and pearl earrings the doctor bought me. He attempted to kiss my neck but I pulled back. I told him we were not on a date yet. He asked me if I was going to go out with him. I said I would if I had something to wear. He pulled back and laughed but then said what, a nightie? I said a nice dress and shoes. I wrote my sizes on a napkin to let him know I was not joking. He was upset as if I was making him a fool. I got up, and left but turned around leaving, smiled and said, “Make sure they are not half an ounce”. He relaxed and replied, “It better not be half a date”. I said I don’t go out on half dates.

 

The next shift, on Thursday, he was not there and I assumed his interest had waned or I had made him upset. Friday, however, he showed up for the swing shift lunch and explained he worked at another facility Thursday. He said he got me a sexy dress and shoes and they were in his car for me to see. I told them to get them and I would try them on in the ladies room. He came back with an Emporium bag and handed it to me. I did not look inside but went to the ladies room and examined his dress and shoes. The quality was okay and it was evident he was trying to sex things up with 4 inch heels and a hem 2 inches above the knee. I was glad he did not try to also have a low cut top. With 36 B, cleavage, while there, was not my strong point. I put them on and the dress and shoes I wore to work in the bag and the bag in my locker.

 

I put my smock over the dress and walked back to our table in the far section of the cafeteria. The heels were too high. It was near the end of lunch time. He stared down at my feet wearing his shoes which clicked across the floor and smiled. He asked how I liked the dress. I lifted my smock as if to show the dress but pinched the dress as well so it rose up with the smock. He briefly saw my pubic hair pressed by the pantyhose. I exclaimed, “Oops!”, dropped the smock while bending over and crossing my arms for cover as if embarrassed but laughed. He said the dress looked good. He reminded me of my date promise. I told him to meet me at the fountain of the nearby mall on Sunday at 1. He said, “Not another shopping trip?” I reminded him I liked shopping but my husband never took me. I hurried off to work with the heels clicking across the floor. I stopped after a few strides and turned around. He was still looking. I opened the front of the smock so he could see the dress and left.

 

On Sunday I arrived half a half hour early and went into a woman’s store on the second level which provided a view down to the fountain. I walked amongst the racks and peeked out now and then until he showed up 10 minutes early. He looked around and appeared eager but also skeptical as if he might be making a fool of himself. When he was scanning the opposite direction I left the store and walked away from the fountain area and remained hidden until 5 minutes after one. I then strolled forward to the fountain wearing the shoes and dress he had purchased and smiled once he spotted me. We went to a bistro and had tea, the same one I first had tea with the doctor.

 

I kept pulling down my skirt as I sat on the stool drinking tea at the kiosk to keep his attention focused. I tapped the heel of one shoe. He pretended not to notice but was getting excited. Once the tea was finished I informed him I needed to get a few small things. He blurted, “I am not buying jewelry” but I acted cross and said of course not, I am married and do not need a ring and he wasn’t good enough for me to wear his jewelry. We went into the Emporium Department Store at one end of the mall. We rode the escalator to the second floor while he glanced about trying to figure my agenda and what he might get stuck buying.

 

He loosened up when we went into the lingerie section. I went to where the bras were and flipped through the racks while he stood there smiling. I told him to look and see if there was anything he wanted and my size was 36-B. A sales lady came over but I shooed her away. She knew what was up to and assumed I was with a reluctant husband. He was wandering toward sleep ware and I called him back to examine a bra I had selected. I held it up to my chest for him to observe. It was an expensive one of satin and lace. He acquiesced and I moved to the panties and found a matching one which I held in front for him to admire. He was now agreeable to everything and I gave them to hold. I am sure he was thinking what next? I knew what I was going to get and picked up a garter belt and black nylons. I announced, “I am done, I am ready now” and steered him to the checkout to pay. After paying, on the escalator ride down he asked if he was going to be able to see me wearing them.

 

I did not reply but once out in the mall parking lot I told him I would meet him for wine at the Holiday Inn lounge near work at 8 PM. At my car I said, “Get a room and I will model them for you”, and left. I got home by 3. I put on other clothes, stashed my new acquisitions, hung the dress in the bathroom to air out and fixed a diner of roast beef which is a favorite with my husband. I had the roast in the oven while at the mall. I added carrots, potatoes and made a salad. After dinner, at the table while the kids were in the den watching TV I told him I had a rendezvous with a paramour. He was taken aback but instead of arguing asked when. I told him I was leaving at 7:30 but would be back before 11. He was more relaxed now that it was a year since the doctor left. He no longer inferred I should have an affair. He was not excited I was going to go out. He was resigned. He did not argue and I think he figured it would not entail sex if I was only going to be gone 3 and a half hours. He wanted to know where but I told him Denney’s which he knew was my saying I was not telling. I told him we were going for drinks.

 

He watched me dress. He was taken aback when I came out of the bathroom wearing the garter belt and nylons. I had never worn these before. He noticed the new bra and panties also. I had not shown him the new shoes or dress before. He acted submissive but I could see he was also aroused. I acted like everything was normal and put on my make up except lip stick which I put on last to avoid smearing it on clothing while getting dressed. With my makeup on I slipped into the dress and high heel shoes and asked him to zip up the back. He attempted a little rebellion by pressing my buttocks to him and feebly attempted to lift the hem of my dress. I pushed him away and said he could have it when I got back, if he behaved himself. I went to the den and kissed the kids. They liked the smell of the Shalimar which filled the room. I stood before the fish tank while I put on my lip stick watching the male guppy seeking the attention of the larger female. I let my husband peck kiss me on the cheek and left.

 

I stopped a couple blocks from the Holiday Inn to time my arrival 5 minutes late. The hotel had a lounge, restaurant and enclosed off street parking lot. It was perfect for trysting. Five minutes after eight I pulled past the entrance lobby and parked near the lounge. I walked into the front lobby and then the lounge so he could observe my arrival. He was sitting in a secluded rear booth playing hide and seek. It took me a while to locate him. I sat close to him but pushed his hand away when he set it on my knee. I could see this guppy was flashing his tail colors.

 

The waitress came and I ordered a glass of Pinot Noir off the wine menu. He ordered a simple beer and drank it out of the bottle. I told him he had no class. He replied he wanted to see my high class modeling act. We bantered until my wine was nearly gone. I took the last sip, looked at my watch, got up saying we have to go and started walking to the lobby not indicating if I was staying or leaving. He was delayed paying the bill. I stopped in the center of the lobby between the front entrance and the elevators and waited for him to catch up. He walked quickly towards me perplexed, not knowing if to get angry over my quickly ending our date or smile if I was in a hurry to model in the room. Just as he caught up with me I smiled, turned and walked to the elevators.

 

He pushed the button and the door of one opened right away, as if saying there was going to be no delays. He pushed number 3 and we stared at each other as it rose to the 3rd floor. My perfume filled the car. I let him hold my hand as he led me to room 314. When he opened the door there were a dozen red roses on the table, a card and a bottle of Champaign.

 

I looked at the roses, bent over to smell them so he could watch the rear of my dress rise up, but ignored the card and Champaign. I led him to the bed by the hand, pulled all the covers back and sat him down and began to undress him, shirt, shoes and pants. I pulled his T shirt over his head letting the breast area of my dress caress his face. He could smell the Shalimar. I pulled down his jockey shorts and set them near my purse. I let him take off his socks. He sat there exposed, naked but erect. His penis was the largest I had seen. My husband and the doctor were in the 6.5 to 7 inch category depending on their state of arousal. He was definitely an eight. He smiled and asked if I was not going to get undressed. I looked at his penis and said I wanted to make sure he was paying attention before I modeled. He was at rapt attention. I turned around and had him pull down the dress zipper my husband had recently pulled up. I slid the dress past my shoulders and let it fall around my shoes. He stared at my garter belt, nylons, panties and bra. His penis inched a little higher.

 

I stepped out of the dress and went to the bathroom still wearing my heels. They clicked across the tile floor in the bathroom. I wetted a large towel in warm water and strutted back to the bed swaying my hips as I walked. I told him to lie down on his back next to the edge and knelt down and washed his pubic area, testicles and penis. I admired his shaft and swayed it about in wonder with my hand as if it was an attached wand I could point. He tried to hug me but I pushed him away. I then revealed what the doctor had taught me about male anatomy starting with swirling tongue movement over the penis glans area. I held the penis firm with my left hand and slid the thumb of the right under his scrotum and massaged his prostrate. I had to keep stopping and give an occasional rough tug on his penis to keep him from premature ejaculation.

 

He was in my control. After I had teased him to the brink enough I stood up and told him to lie in the center of the bed with his legs spread. All his doubts were gone. There was no banter, wise cracks or resistance, only obedience. I opened my purse and took out a lubed condom and snapped the lid of the little pill box I had brought it in shut. I took off only my panty and kneeled on the bed between his legs. It was a lovely penis, swaying in anticipation. I tore open the condom foil centered the condom on his penis’s which keep making little jerks and rolled it down to the end of the shaft. There was nothing more to unroll. He took it all.

 

He was giving little moans of, “no way, no way” while staring at me. He wasn’t thinking about the price of the perfume, dress, shoes or lingerie now. He was thinking they were worth every cent. I kept his legs apart, balanced myself over him and with my left hand guided his sheathed penis to my labia lips, slowly inserted it across my vulval vestibule and into my vagina. I slid it down letting my vagina stretch as it enveloped his penis. It kept filling my void until it just bumped my cervix. My pelvis was up tight against his. It was all in. It was the first time my vagina was filled from the vulva to the cervix. It was a warm wonderful full feeling. I bent over him looking into his ecstatic eyes, my breast filled bra against his chest. I told him to reach behind and unloosen my bra. He fumbled a bit and once loosened pulled it past my shoulders. I slid it off one arm at a time and placed it above his head. I swayed my breasts to and fro across his face as he tried to catch and nibble the nipples. I started up and down pelvic movements gently testing the bounce against my cervix. I then did a few quick strokes and he started leaping up. Soon we were in unionism and we both finished grinding our pelvises together. He kept exclaiming, “No way!”

 

When he ejaculated I panicked. I could feel semen spurting out. I thought the condom had broken!

 

I rested on top and felt the gradual ebbing of his penis. I reached down and held the condom end as I slid it out. I was scared it would be burst at the end. I felt a wave of relief to see it was still intact. It was only because of the size of his penis and his ejaculation I felt his spewing semen. It felt like he was spewing inside me but actually it was still inside the condom. As his penis shrank I pulled off the condom while squeezing his penis to drain the semen. Once off I tied it, wrapped it in tissue and put it on the night stand. After we snuggled and talked for about half an hour he was ready for another romp. I laid back and let him do the work including putting on the condom. We both finished again and once he pulled it out I again saved the condom. We had been in the room a little over an hour. I got up and dressed. I told him I had to be home before eleven. I left the Champaign untouched but put the card in my purse and took two roses out of the vase. He was still in bed watching me amused. I stood near the door and asked, “Was it a half an ounce date?” He said it was two ounces. I said, “When I saw a dozen roses I thought it was going to be 12 ounces” and left.

 

I arrived home a little before eleven. My husband assumed it was a no go as I was gone three hours. I smiled and showed him the condoms in the tissue. I exclaimed he was a super 88 and flushed them down the toilet. He wanted to have me with the nylons still on but I took them off, showered and said he could have it in the morning. He tossed and turned all night and bright and early was on top of me his penis chomping at the bit. I let him have it and squeaked out a third orgasm before rolling over to sleep. He got up and fixed the kids breakfast and had breakfast ready for me when I arose around 9.

 

It had been a great evening. I threw the nylons away as they had runs but saved the garter belt to possibly use again. Afterward both the engineer and my husband wanted to see me wear them but I never did. They had served their purpose. I teased them about their requests and told them if they were interested in them not me, I would get some for them to make love to. I rarely wore the dress or shoes the engineer bought. The shoes were difficult to wear and the dress too short. I occasionally wore them to parties when flirting.

 

The engineer being married could only see me occasionally. He did not work at my company and I only met him there because he was called in to fix a problem. He worked all over the Valley on and as needed basis. He would tell me who was hiring and paying top dollar. I switched companies frequently always with a raise. We had to rendezvous away from our houses. He tried to have a romp in the car once but I put my foot down. No hotel, no honey. It was before cell phones so the arrangement we worked out was he called during the day before 3 PM and I never called his house. We met about once a week and then only to rendezvous. He was extremely nervous in public. We would go to Lyons for a lunch but we never held hands in public. We drove to the hotel in separate cars. They were mostly day time affairs as it was difficult for him to get away for an evening.

 

I always told my husband when going out in the evening but skipped the day events. He was becoming very submissive. He knew the engineer had an 8 inch penis which made him nervous. I nick named my date Super 8. If we passed a Super 8 Motel I would say, “Look another Super 8”. My husband did not know how to respond. He started pestering me about who the engineer was. I told him he was Italian which was true. He wanted a name so I made one up,” Supini”. I think he checked every phone book in Silicon Valley looking for a Mr. Supini”. He was too dense to realize it was a word play for “Super Penis”. I told him he was married and this calmed him. With the doctor being single he was worried I might leave him. Without the kids this might have been true but with kids it never crossed my mind.

 

The engineer was smug with wife safely tucked away at home and his adventure with me. He took his wife for granted but was the type who would fall apart if a male invaded his family territory. His wife was a good mother and very attractive. She, however, was not a mistress queen. She was a terrible cook. She thought the food sections in the grocery store were limited to frozen, canned and cereal. The engineer said the house was a mess. While the doctor taught me many things I taught him cooking. When I was first married an older Italian woman lived across the street. She taught me traditional Italian cooking. The Mexican women next door taught me how to prepare traditional Mexican food. While I never grew the corn, ground it up and made tortillas as she did, I cooked the real enchilada. I learned how to prepare most ethnic dishes and the only weak spot I have is Japanese especially Sushi which was a favorite of the doctor. This is one food he taught me about but we still often ate Sushi out or had it prepared for eating in.

 

During my affair with the doctor I became a connoisseur of wine. I learned to appreciate the nuances of red wine and to order Pinot Noir by year. He made me my first Singapore Sling and I order this when mixed drinks are the menu. I have it made special with Benedictine, Cointreau and Blue Sapphire Gin plus the other standard ingredients.

 

 

Food is one of the most significant influences in life. It establishes health and much of one’s appearance. Unfortunately, many in America have surrendered their food intake to restaurants. Their only interest is making money. My husband and I, (and a few lovers), prepare and cook most of our meals. This is a strong binding factor which allows creativity while aiding and abetting our health and general appearance. I don’t let myself be fat. It is not possible to manage a man until I rule myself. I also avoid being intoxicated.

 

We start with breakfast. It is important to establish the day with a solid breakfast. The American standard of eggs, toast soaked in butter, hash browns drenched in oil and bacon, however, is a health disaster.

 

 

We drink tea, not coffee. Tea is healthier and there are many types. While I started with both of us drinking the same type to assist my husband’s conversion from coffee, once he became a tea drinker I developed a taste for a distinctive tea to segregate myself as the queen. Our morning tea is a ceremony. Honey and lemon additives are okay but we avoid sugar and milk. He drinks a dark tea and I a Japanese green tea.

 

 

We have a cereal mix of shredded wheat, flax seed and granola or a hot cereal with fresh fruit, a dash of honey and non fat milk. This is a great breakfast to go off and face the day with. We use this formula during the week and splurge on the weekend with me picking one day to show off my culinary skills and he the other. I typically go with a vegetarian omelet stuffed with mushrooms, veggies and cheese. This is consumed with tea and whole wheat toast sans butter but with jam. I also often include sausages or shrimp. He tends to go for the quiche or waffle with specialty meats and cheeses as side dishes. I don’t breakfast with lovers. I leave at dawn and breakfast at home.

 

 

Lunches during the week are brown bag events. Prior to leaving for work my husband and I work as a team to make whole wheat sandwiches accompanied with a fruit and a fruit drink. Our sandwiches are elaborate and include exotics such as avocado, tofu, alfalfa sprouts, expensive cheeses and arugula as well as leftovers or specialty meat. We spare no expense for the bread and ingredients. On the weekends we junk up on snack food such as a hamburger or quick ethnic dish such as tacos.

 

 

Dinners are to expand the culinary arts. When dining at home we use our best dishes. Together we come up with healthy recipes. We alternate making the main course and compete to see what exotic dish we can create. We use salt, fat and sugar sparingly. We dine over a glass of wine but almost never include desert. The dinner meal is our time to relax and converse. Afterwards we clean up as a team. If I am going out I help prepare the diner even if I am not going to be there to eat it. If my paramour and I are dining in I typically make another meal just for us. If my rendezvous is just a quickie sex romp without restaurant I may bring a meal portion in Tupper ware that I prepare especially for him to eat after sex.

 

 

Sex and eating are the major tools of feminine management. My home is a refuge for secure dining. I have always befriended and socialized with older women. I have learned many excellent recipes from them, (as well as good advice about men). “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” while trite is true. My relationship with paramours includes food. I make special dishes for them. I prefer to cook in than dine out. My rendezvous often centered on sex and food. I start at an upscale grocery and then prepare a special dish at his place or prepare it at home and bring it with me. If he is also into cooking we prepare a repast together with sex either the appetizer or the desert and occasionally both.

 

 

Why most women shun cooking is beyond me. I love eating what I prepare and it is a major management tool for my relationships. My husband, while submissive, eats like a king. I often cooked Italian for the engineer and put it in Tupper Wear for him to micro and eat after our romp. He loved anything I cooked and as a male he loved to eat after sex. I rarely ate with him. Instead I preferred to return home and eat with the family.

 

One afternoon I brought lasagna to room 314. I popped it in the microwave and heated it for him to eat after sex. He was in bed gobbling it down while I finished dressing. As I was bent over strapping my shoes on he said with mouth full, “This is great! You would make a good wife.”

 

I would not put up with this put down. I stood and stared down at him sitting in bed with fire in my eyes and said, “I am a good wife! Better than what you got!” I grabbed my purse and walked out.

 

The next day I didn’t answer the phone to insure I did not take his call. I knew he was calling as the phone would ring and ring and then repeat itself. After a day I answered his call and acted cross. He kept wooing me and apologizing. His ego could not take the jab of being walked out on. If the relationship was going to end it had to be him doing it, not me. After sweet talking me I agreed to meet him if he stopped acting stupid. Once in the hotel room I let him assuage my anger and gave him an ejaculation to remember. When the romp was over he exclaimed how great it was and how happy he was I was no longer angry. I acted indifferent and when he pressed me if I was happy I commented it was okay as if it was not much to talk about. I wanted my guppy to pay attention. I knew the engineer would put me in his safe category next to his wife if he felt I was enraptured with him and his Super 8. He would then make another conquest.

 

I instead destabilized his ego. Despite his being older, I was the teacher like the doctor was to me. I stopped his swearing and improved his manners above what they were when with me. Despite my efforts he remained a beer drinker. I told him he was uncouth and unsophisticated. I asked him once if he was going to get a hair transplant when he got Alpha cocky. To keep him off guard I would occasionally get upset and leave before sex. I never told him what was wrong and acted as if he was an idiot if he didn’t get it.

 

I always wore my sapphire and diamond ring when with him. Eventually he asked me about it. I said it was from a trophy lover. He wanted to know what a trophy lover was. I did not answer him. He asked if he was a trophy lover. I asked if I was wearing his ring. He became obsessed about the ring and asked what he had to do to be a trophy lover. I told him I would decide once he bought me a trophy ring. This set him back and kept him quite for a while.

 

I flashed my ring more and would look at while we were love making. Shortly thereafter in room 314 he presented a little jewel box. Inside was a pearl ring. I said nothing. I smiled and told him to get undressed and on the bed. He assumed I was happy and undressed rapidly and sat on the bed edge. I did not touch the ring and remained dressed. I knelt before him and massaged his penis and then started to orally stimulate it. Once he was fully aroused I told him to lie on his back and shut his eyes. I stood up and got my purse next to the night stand. He cheated and peeked up at me. He assumed I was getting a condom and smiled. Instead I put the purse strap over my shoulder and walked to the door. He sat up naked and kept asking what was wrong. As I opened the door I told him he got half a date for his half a trophy ring and left. I was in my car and gone before he could get dressed to chase after me, if he even did.

 

It took him a couple weeks of wooing before I agreed to meet him. He assured me if I would meet him I would have a “full ounce” lover’s trophy ring. I told him a trophy lover doesn’t talk but acts. I gave him my ring size and told him I wanted a ruby with little diamonds in a gold setting.

 

He knew to get an artificial stone would end the relationship. A week later I met him at room 314. Again there were roses but no Champaign. Instead was a jewelry box and inside a beautiful ruby ring with four diamonds. I took off the sapphire ring and carefully put it in my purse. I put on his ruby ring and flashed it about. I opened the window curtain and let the sunlight play on it. It was beautiful. I French kissed him and pushed him on the bed. I slipped off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers and the silk trunks I had bought him in the past and started a long oral stimulation of his penis. I looked at the ring on my right hand holding his shaft while my tongue twirled the head and glans areas. That evening we had orgasms as good as our first ones. Getting dressed I asked what he did with the pearl ring. He had given it to his wife. She was elated. She was definitely a safe wife.

 

Unlike the doctor we sparred back and forth for control. He was not used to having a mistress who could match and out maneuver him. On one rendezvous I did not wear the ruby ring. He noticed immediately and asked where it was. I didn’t wear it to keep him from assuming I was “safe” but told him I simply forgot, as if it was not important. He got excited and I learned he was still making payments for it. He accused me of implying he should buy another. I immediately left without a word. It took him a week to call and apologize. I was actually upset and it took me another week to forgive. We met for lunch at a Lyons restaurant. I told him I never wanted another ring. He took me shopping and asked if I would be upset if he purchased earrings for me. I said if that is what he wanted it was okay but not to think he could “buy me”. At the jewelry store I selected gold ones with a dangling diamond. I told him to buy a pair for his wife. He selected a pair of simple stud pearl earrings for her. I intervened and selected gold ones with a large dangling pearl to match the ring he gave her. He had the clerk ring up the credit charge with the price of both on the pearl ones only. I wondered if she was so “safe” as to not question the price shown for her earrings. Later he said his wife was ecstatic and he told her they cost so much because they were special quality pearls.

 

After a little more than a year I wanted to end the relationship, on my terms. I first teased him. I related stories about how men were chasing after me and asked him what I should do. Unlike my husband he wanted me to have no contact and to stop flirting. He would get upset at these stories which were mostly true but elaborated on. The friction between us had been increasing. At home the kids were demanding more attention and my husband wanted to move to the Pacific Northwest. I let the relationship sputter for a couple of weeks and then set an end date.

 

I reserved and paid for room 314, brought a dozen yellow roses and a bottle of wine but no card. Once the wine was finished I undressed, laid on the bed and let him have his last go. I just handed him the condom to put on without foreplay or ceremony. His penis still felt good. I didn’t move while he huffed and puffed and stared up to remember his face. I was no longer emotionally attached and did not bother to finish. Once he was out I got up, partially dressed in my underwear and sat by the table with the roses. I was wearing his perfume.

 

I told him I was ending the relationship. He jumped out of bed and sat next to me and asked why. I told him I no longer loved him which was a lie. The truth was I never did. He almost cried and asked me to think it over and to reconsider. His pleading was for more time so he could tell me it was over. I gave him male ego sops; it was for the kids, my husband found out I was seeing him and gave me an ultimatum, our pending move to start a new life in the Pacific Northwest was our last chance to save my marriage, etc. He gobbled it up. He said, when he had finished, he already knew it was over. It was another attempt of his to have the last word and say he was not surprised but already knew everything when in truth he knew nothing. I got up, finished dressing, fixed my makeup and left without a kiss goodbye.

 

I told my husband I had ended my relationship with Mr. Supini because it was making him jealous and undermining our marriage. He was relieved. He had become more and more insecure with the arrangement. We did not talk about it afterwards. He had become much more submissive in our relationship. My being bedded by another man introduced competition for me. He now treated me as the sexpert I had become. Despite my affairs my family still came first, including my husband.

[Dexter Morgan]

Gee, great story .

 

and no, your husband and family didn't come first if you were cheating.