MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY - PART - 97

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY

PART – 97

MY HUSBAND’S SECRETARY

Dear Readers of My Sexual Autobiography,

Before I start this particular part of MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY, I would like to inform that as you all are aware, there is no sexual secret between me and my husband. We both are open minded and sexy couple, lover and fucker. We both are always open to fuck like-minded people and we always enjoy our wonderful sexual life.

This story is about my husband fucking his office secretary Maria in his office cabin. My husband told me about this on his return from his office on the same day of fucking Maria in his office and I decided to write about it. The readers may note that Maria is now a regular fucking partner of me and my husband. I played many lesbian games with Maria and we both were fucked many times together by my husband. Maria is now a happy lady and she is receiving it regularly from my husband what she did not receive from her husband in her married life. I am expressing here the feelings of my husband and Maria by my experience and by my imaginations.

So, without taking your much time, I hereunder start the latest episode of MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY, - MY HUSBAND'S SECRETARY. Read and enjoy . . . . . . . . .

         

There was a secretary at my husband's office and her name was Maria. She was definitely some years older than my husband. I met her many a times, whenever I visited my husband at his office. I always found Maria a nice lady and nice secretary. She was beautiful too.

I could judge from her body that Maria takes very good care of herself. I guessed it and it was later confirmed by her to my husband that she always eats right, at least at the work, and she used to drink right amount of water. She used to go to the gym regularly, mostly in the morning, before going to the office. 

Maria always used to dress little conservatively, but the very well-endowed features of her womanly physique shown through anyway. In fact, my husband was not so sure that why she does not subtly dress in a way as to hint to the treasures she was allegedly covering with her clothing.

Her hair was a faded type of brunette, was just enough to hint at her age and the fact that she could be someone's mother too. Her full, buxom boobs used to always filled out in whatever top she was wearing and they always seemed just a little too tightly confined in that lucky garment whose material was pulling just enough on the buttons. It was almost as if she was making a subtle show of them...

Her legs were well toned and muscular enough to confirm that she was a regular gym work out lady. However, not so much like a sports lady. She frequently used to wear skirts that reach up to her knee and she used to wrap her very nice legs in stockings.

However, beneath her skirts, slacks, or whatever else she wears, was never enough to hide her sexy feature. Her heart shaped ass always attracts people. She was having a perfect shaped ass that firmly jiggle when she walks. The kind of jiggling, which comes from her well-toned muscle was enough to make a man mad for her beauty. It was like an erotic and sensual lure to just about any man that draws breath and stands upright. 

Finally, but definitely not lastly, was her face. She was having perfectly clear complexion, with rosy hue and she used to always alive with activity. Maria was a very pretty woman and all the pieces of her sexy body were fitted together very nicely, completely and tightly like a well drafted and constructed project. Maria was very attractive for any age. 

Maria and my husband got to know each other very well over the years because she was working with my husband as her secretary since a long time. They spent free time in chit-chatting and had split more than a few lunches at their desks while trying to complete some last minute projects.

They talked enough, by which my husband knew that her husband was a drunkard and showed very little physical interest in Maria and she knew that my husband and I, as his wife  loves each other very much as husband and wife. She was also aware that my husband and I are very open to love and sex. She also knew that we does not keep any secrets between us and also that we communicate openly about everything that we do, does or did.

But, Maria's life was a complete contrast. Maria told my husband many times and repeatedly that how narrow minded and self-centered her husband was. She always had some grand plans during the week, for the coming week end. She would talk to my husband about things she wanted to do, the experiences she wanted to have, a place she wanted to go for dinner. Her banter grew more excited, more urgent as the weekend approaches.

My husband used to wish her best of luck, but he always knew that what the result would be. Inevitably, when she come back to work on Monday, crestfallen. Sometimes with tracks of tears cut across her firm cheeks. Her plans always used to be dashed away by her husband's drinking, or by some manufactured excuse of her husband to slip away from her.

On those blue Mondays she always needed a shoulder to cry on. My husband was happy to oblige her by showing his sympathy to her. You see, usually secretaries have their inner circle of people that they can confide in and usually, they are other secretaries in the office. People who can understand their lingo and experiences. It helps them to get through the day.

For Maria, that circle did not exist. She was such a lady, who does not want to share her personal and confidential problems, particularly regarding her unsatisfied sexual life with her husband. Mostly, I believe that, because even though she was elder by a few years to my husband, she did not give in to 'secretary spread' or any of the other diseases of complacency or aging that plagued her counterparts. She stood out. She was pretty, attractive, desirable and above all she was smart.

That is why my husband found her interesting.

Everything was humming along fine at office, until the day came when Maria showed up with the little red mark on her cheek.

She was trying to conceal it and, in the end, that is what probably drew my husband's attention to it. Maybe she used a little too much concealer on purpose. Maybe she let her eyes well up on purpose, maybe not. Whatever the reason, she caught my husband's attention on that Monday.

He called her into his cabin. He asked her to sit down. As always, her notebook was in her hand, and her legs were crossed very daintily when she sat in the chair before his desk. As always, her skirt and customary hosiery were perfect, maybe the skirt was even a little shorter than usual...

Her white satin blouse was having a slightly plunging neckline and was revealing just a faintest hint of her plentiful cleavage. It was just enough to be seductive. She was looking sexy. The little choker style necklace, which she was wearing, had just added to the hint of the passions that burned beneath her clothes. Camouflaged but not completely hidden. A trick in the seductive arts which an experienced woman knows how to play.

He told her that he had called her in his cabin to talk to her privately, because, he noticed the little mouse swelling and redness on her cheek. He asked her if everything was ok.

The floodgates opened. She placed her face into her palms. Her silent sobbing were just barely audible with the air conditioner fan humming away in the corner. The tick of the clock on the wall seemed interminable as she cried.

Maria was crying in his office cabin. She was sobbing silently. Her chest was heaving, and her shoulders were scrunching forward. If she could have reduced herself into a ball of lint, she could have rolled under his desk. I have no doubt, she would have done so. My husband wanted to help her. He wanted to find out that what was bothering her and wanted to help her. Instead, he felt like a heel. He had not been the one to strike her, but he was the one who made her cry.

He did the only thing he could think to do. The natural thing that way down deep inside instinctually tells a man what he must do when he sees a woman crying and in pain. Perhaps it was what she was baiting him toward after all.

He knelt beside her and placed his hands on her forearm. He comforted her by stroked her hair and he told her that everything was going to be ok. She hiccupped a few more sobs and then dropped her hands from her face.

Her eyes crested over the tips of her fingers like the moonrise over snowcapped mountains. Her eyeliner and mascara were trailing faintly down her cheeks carried in the rivulets of her tears. More tears were waiting to breach over her eyelids and join with previous ones, which working their way down her face to her chin to her neck. 

At that moment, at that precise moment, in her vulnerability he saw her at her most feminine. He saw her at her most beautiful. He could feel the stirring in his loins. Something about her vulnerability was sexually exciting to my husband.

He took her hand and began to tell her that everything was ok. He stroked the side of her face, by wiping away her tears using his index finger like an impromptu squeegee. He cleared her short cut hair from her face and she cupped my husband's hand in her hands.

He saw the look which set it all in a motion. The look and the posturing of her head and neck, that sent out a signal to him. The signal like the landing lights put on for the pilot flying in at twilight, for guiding him in to home. The look, which was saying 'kiss me'.

Before he could think about it, he unknowingly leaned in toward her lips. She accepted him and he lightly landed his lips on her lips. She opened her mouth and he felt that her tongue was prodding inquisitively at his own lips. He parted his lips and their tongues met. Their tongues were swirling around each other and he held the back of her head in his hand and she placed her hand on the side of his face.

Her kisses tasted to my husband like strawberry. Strawberry, which mingled with the saltiness of her tears. There was also the familiar hint of electricity everyone feels when that special connection is made. The connection, that tells you that all things are possible, if you dare to proceed.

He dared and she led him.

Their kiss lingered for several moments. Each of them were taking their time to thoroughly explore one another. He broke the kiss and stood up by taking her hand in his hand. They kissed again. This time, perfectly by wrapping their arms around each other and drawing themselves closer.

At that moment, my husband was very aware that his cock was growing fast under his trouser. It was stirring and there was no hiding it or stopping it. He was also aware that the most obvious sign of his sexual arousal was pressing against her leg.

She drew him closer. This time, she broke the kiss and looked up at him. Her 5' 1" frame was considerably below his.

"It seems that you are excited. Does my misfortune excited you?" She looked straight in his eye and her hand twirled around on my husband's chest and she started playing seductively with his tie.

In that moment, my husband realized that he had misread her all these years. He always   seen the confidence in her walk and the way she spoke, but he always believed that she was proper and responsible married lady. She was classy. There was no way to know that she could be a temptress. He learnt that how wrong he was about her.

Maria was the flip side of me. She oozed sexuality with her very feminine frame and mannerisms. 

Maria was having a submissive vibe which was alluring, a vibe which she obviously knew how to play with. A vibe and an attraction, that played the other side of the feminine seductress role. The kind that appeared vulnerable, luring a man in. The kind that screaming out 'take me', making a man feel like he was chasing her down like a cheetah on the Serengeti. 

She knew how to play her cards well. She parted the top of her blouse slightly and drew my husband's head forward to her bosom. As her top opened up, he could see that she was wearing some style of support bra, which was holding her boobs up and out while leaving her nipples uncovered.

Her boobs were magnificent. Easily a firm and well cared for D cup. Her nipples and areoles were large and inviting, and were daring him to suck them.

She kept bringing my husband's head forward and he opened his mouth. He took one of her large, an inch long nipples into his mouth. He started sucking her nipple and he fondled her other boob with his one hand. He grabbed her ass with his free hand and pulled her closer to him. She responded well by grinding her hips into him by focusing her gyrations on my husband's cock.

She began moaning: "Oh, yes. Suck my tit. It has been so long, no one sucks my tits anymore." She continued her talking: "My husband never sucks my tits."

My husband was more than happy to do that for her.

She cooed into my husband's ear, by sucking on it and sticking her tongue in between her words: "I can feel your wonderful hard cock on my leg. Do you want to stick it in to my pussy? Do you want to fuck me? Well, do you?"

My husband did not voice any answer to her question.

He let her tit fall from his mouth. His tit was fully moist with his saliva. Her nipple distended even more from the force of the suction which he had been applying. He spun her around, and made her bent forward at her waist. She instinctively placed her chest across my husband's desk, assuming the perfect doggy style pose. She looked back at him and began to sway her ass back and forth, like he was taunting him, inviting him and challenging him.

My husband's instincts to breed her, pushed on by her seduction, took over. He was on auto-pilot mode now.

He raised up her skirt slowly, by rolling it up over her ass, gathering it up in a heap on the small of her back. He could see that she was wearing a thong. A garter was holding up her stockings. Right in the center of my husband's gaze was the sweet peach of her vagina. Her excitement evident from the soaking stain and the aroma of her musk.

She spoke, softly and pleadingly: "Do you like what you see? Do you want what you see?"

It has been so long since anyone has fucked me. My husband drinks too much and do not bother to fuck me anymore. Will you fuck me and make me cum? Please?" The tone of her voice and the sexual pleading in her doe eyes were melting my husband.

The situation was much more naughty with she was bending over my husband's office desk and was looking back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were burning with temptation, her ample tits were pressing on his desk blotter. Her legs were spread slightly and her ass was high and was like waving at my husband.

All of it was too much for my husband to even pretend at being able to resist.

He drew aside her panties to reveal her neatly trimmed bush, not shaved, but well taken care of. The lips of her pussy were swollen, they were opened like a new flower before the sun, and the dew of her excitement was gathering on the petals of her pussy lips. He traced the edge of her pussy with his finger. It was a ghostly light touch, which was just enough for her to feel my husband's presence at her threshold.

"Oh, my god. That feels so nice! Play with my pussy. No one does anymore but me." She hisses through her teeth. Her breath was slowly sucking in as she savors the long absent touch of a man on her engorged slit.

He knelt at the altar of her sexy pussy, like a pilgrim paying homage.

He could feel the heat and could also smell the musk of her pussy as it was readying itself for mating. It was intoxicating. He blew lightly, stirring her pubes and raising slight goose bumps on her flesh as he continued to trace the outline of her pussy lips with his finger. He kissed her softly. First on the cheeks of her ass, and then at the shelf, where her legs gave birth to her ass. He continued kissing along her inner thigh to the moist and warm the target, which was between her legs.

He lightly kissed around her soaking pussy, by tasting her sweet juices for the first time. He sucked on her pussy lips and his tongue moved deep in to her fuck hole and he was exploring new territory. Her juices were flowing at an alarming rate, and they were soaking his chin, lips and cheeks.

All he could smell was her pungent aroma as he begin working in earnest on her clitoris. He lavish attention on the long abandoned center of her excitement.

She reacted immediately to my husband's ministrations. She started to moan so loudly and my husband was afraid that someone might come knocking on his office door! She was also obviously aware of her lustful wails as she sticks her mouth in the crook of her elbow and lets forth a muffled scream. Her face was twisted with pleasure.

My husband turned immediately and locked the door of his office cabin, so that he could fuck her without any fear of disturbance by someone in the office.

After locking the door, he resumed the game right from where he left a moment before. Her body was convulsed on top of my husband's desk. My husband's day planner and assorted pens and pencils were scattering across the floor. Her legs stiffen and she arched her back by raises her head as if she was trying to howl like a wolf. But luckily, no noise escaped from her mouth. Her body was all, but was frozen as her orgasm really took hold. Just, there were some slight twitching of her muscles as he continued eating her pussy and sucking on her clitoris.

"Wow! No one has ever done that to me before! I mean, my husband tried a few times when we first met, but..." She sounded crestfallen admitting that her husband could not please her. Her voice trailing off to nowhere.

He released her clitoris and looked at her pussy. He inserted first his one finger in to her wet pussy, and then another. Her vaginal entrance was really very tight and was resisting the foreign digits. He felt that her pussy muscles were relaxed slightly and his fingers 'popped' in to her pussy. The suction of her underused organ was unbelievable. It was almost as if she was a woman in her late teens, unfamiliar with a man-cock penetrating in her. He worked his fingers around, and was trying to stretch her pussy a little to prepare her for his cock girth.

"My God, Maria! Your pussy is so fucking tight!" My husband admired.
"I told you that it has been without any fuck, without any cock since a long time. My husband is not fucking me anymore and I do not even finger myself much anymore. I do not want to get myself all worked up and I do not have anyone to help me out. Fingers can only satisfy so much for so long, you know." She replied and looked at my husband. Her look was seemed to be a mix of regret and desire.

"If you are not comfortable with this, we can stop it right here." He gave her an option while standing up behind her.

She rose from the desk and kneeled before him without uttering another word. She caressed my husband's cock through his pants. She moved closer and began tracing the outline of his cock with her lips. I wondered whether she would leave any lipstick on my slacks. That might be tough to explain.

 Maria was having a little bit of rust on her moves. He could feel that at one time she was very gifted, but she had fallen out of practice through no fault of her own. She was a little out of practice, but she was quickly getting her groove back.

She drew down the fly of his pants with her teeth and then she sat back as if contemplating her next move. She took my husband's hardened cock out from his boxers and regarded it. She found my husband's cock the biggest thing in the room. She did not imagined and believed that she was so lucky to have such a long and thick fuck tool of her boss. She found it very thick. Thick and capped with a wide, blunt mushroom head. My husband's cock would swell and seal the pussy so well that sometime his juices remained inside of the fucking pussy, until he withdraw his cock out from it. Nothing will leak out around the sides like those thinner cocks.

 Maria marveled at the thick, sexy and fucking snake before her. She licked the head of his cock tentatively at first. She did a one quick lick and then she looked up at him.

"I hope you don't mind, but it has been a long time since I have done this. Probably, about ten years!" She giggled nervously, and then she lowered her head again onto his cockhead.

She had a little difficulty with the width of my husband's cock at first, but soon, she was rendering a world class blowjob on to my husband's big cock that would make any man happy. She was a fantastic cocksucker.

She blew his cock for a few minutes and was alternately working on the cock head, by taking most of the fucking organ of my husband into her mouth and sometimes, she was just licking around his cock head, shaft and my husband's swelling balls. Her soft mouth was giving a wonderful to him and he found Amy one of the great sucker.

She stopped sucking his cock and stepped out of her panties as she returned to her position draped over his desk. She rolled her skirt up over her ass and simply looked at him. The soft look of her eyes gave him all the permission he needed. She was looked wonderful.

My husband's cock was also needed relief. His cock needed to be in her pussy. He wanted to fuck her and wanted to cum inside of her thirsty pussy.

He positioned himself behind her and started sliding his big fuck gun up and down along her eager slit. The lips of her pussy were wrapping around the mushroom head of his cock and were coating his cock head with her pussy juices. He continued to work the doorway to her center, by teasing her with the size of his cock.

She looked back at him and by taking hold of the edge of the desk, she like ordered my husband, his boss: "Put your cock inside my pussy immediately. I cannot wait any more now. I want your big cock in my fuck hunger pussy."

He started pushing his cock forward and his cock was slowly entering in to her pussy. He could feel that the seldom used muscles of her vagina was stretching to accommodate my husband's big fucking cock. Her pussy was gripping his cock as tightly as if her own hand was down there squeezing his shaft tightly. The heat of her pussy was immense, volcanic and, yet, softer than imaginable.

She rolled her hips up to meet him, by opening herself up even more to allow his cock in her pussy as far as possible. He felt that his cock reached up to the bottom. The head of his cock was rubbing against her cervix. The tight grip of her pussy, the warm moist heat of it and the heavenly smoothness made my husband to just ram his cock in and out of her pussy. He wanted to fuck her so hard to make her screaming. He wanted to show her that how good fucking could be, what she had been missing. What she had been needing and longing for.  

My husband knew that he could not fuck her with reckless abandon. Not here. Not this time. So, he decided to take her on a slow, grinding, forceful journey back to a familiar land. Or, in her case, to a strange new land driven by my husband's thick and long cock, which was plunging steadily into her pussy, and was pushing her to another orgasm. She had a wonderful, mind blowing, strong and wild orgasm on fucking by a male cock after a long time of around ten years. It was a wonderful gift form my fucking husband, her fucking boss, to her.  

My husband waited for few moments to allow her to enjoy her long awaited orgasm by fucking. She was moaning, screaming and crying in pleasure. A pleasure, which she was not remembering that when she got it last time.

He took hold of her hips and started to fuck her in a circular motion, by keeping his cock as deep in her pussy as possible. He kept the pressure forward. His hips were trying to drive through her as he was rolling his cock around inside of her pussy like he was some sort of deviant churning butter.

The pressure of his long and thick cock in her practically almost virgin canal was intense. He would semi-withdraw his fucking cock from her pussy and he could see the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock, following it as if begging it not to go. He would force his cock forward again, by banging into her cervix, resuming the constant forward pressure.

She widened her legs more, and rolled her head around on his desk and bit her lower lip. She was constantly moaning, groaning a low growl of pleasure and my husband was fucking the shit out of her. Her knuckles were white from the grip she was putting onto my desk.

He withdrew his cock a little again from her pussy and slammed it forward as hard as he dared while he was also trying to be as quiet as possible. Her ass jiggled. He gave her a light slap on the ass once again.

My husband could feel that another orgasm was approaching her. Her body started to stiffen, her head was raising off the desk, and her back was arching. The silent wolf was returning again.

He gave her another good and hard slap on her ass. The clap of his hand striking her ass was unmistakable.

He could hear that people outside his office door on their way to lunch, no doubt. Now my husband wanted to finish his fucking job as early as possible, because he did not want anyone to know that what he was doing behind closed door of his office cabin. He wanted keep everyone unaware about his fucking with his secretary.

He started to fuck her harder, faster and wilder. After few hard strokes of his cock in to her pussy, she came again. Her pussy was clamping down on his cock. She stiffened her whole body. Do you have any idea that how hard my husband was trying to fuck her secretary against her tight pussy muscles? Her body was locked into a state of never before pleasure. My husband kept forcing himself and his cock forward into her now fully satisfied pussy, by churning his cock around inside of her, winding her up.

My husband was fucking her continuously, without stopping now as she came down from her peak. Cum in my husband's balls was boiling forward and up into his cock. He could feel that the head of his cock was swelling in her love tunnel, and his fucking shaft was expanding to provide a rocket groove for his cum as it would soon be launching forth in ropy strands into her belly.

She sensed my husband's impending release.

"Cum inside me, please. Fill my pussy with your cum." She said while experiencing a never before fuck pleasure which my husband provided her. My husband never really heard any one asking him like that before, in THAT tone. He did not disappoint her.

It was AWESOME. She could feel every seed, every sperm cell, as they spilled forth into her womb. As usually, he came and came and came. Her extra tight newly fucked pussy was milking every drop of cum from my husband's balls. I swear, she must have enjoyed fully every ounce of my husband's essence up the shaft of his throbbing cock and into her undersexed womb. It was as if her pussy was sating its desire and thirst for the nectar it had been missing.

Even after delivering and firing his cum into her pussy, his cock did not fall out of her pussy. Her pussy was still so tight and my husband's cock head was so swollen. It was as if they were locked together. He pulled back and drew his cock out of her pussy. An audible 'POP' echoed in his office as his cock escaped the suction of her pussy. A torrent of their mingled juices followed, and they started running down her thighs toward her shoes.

She quickly took some tissue papers from the desk and wiped the juices off from her thigh. After cleaning herself, she pulled up her panties. She then took my husband's cock in her mouth and cleaned it thoroughly. She was surprise to see that my husband's cock began to harden again.

"Oh, my God! Again?! Really? My husband never..." She laughed and stroked my husband's cock.

My husband tucked his cock back in his boxer.

Julee

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