Eeping My Client Happy

At forty four years old, my husband and I had had for almost ten years in an open marriage, swapped with a few like minded couples ooon a regular basis, attended swingers parties and were closer than ever with an awesome sex life. Spent at least two hours a day between working out at the gym and walking to keep my 36D-24-38 figure tone and firm.

I was a lead agent with a local insurance agency, supervising three younger agents and enjoying every aspect of my life.

One morning as I worked at my desk my boss came in asking how things were going, and if I could make time to help an old friend of his with insuring, his new home, vehicles, and property. I answered of course, that I'd be happy to help, and would clear my schedule for the following week to make sure I finished the job as quickly as possible. My boss asked if nine AM Monday morning was okay, and let me know his friend was a retired high ranking military officer, who was a bit blunt, but polite, and expected the very best from his dealings with people, and

he'd there first thing Monday. I finished my work for the day, went home having a wonderful weekend with my husband and was at the office by seven forty-five Monday preparing for my new client.

I was wearing a blue dress, which buttoned from top to bottom, showing just enough cleavage to draw attention, but still look professional, matching low heels, a sheer white lace bra,and thong.

My husband exclaimed his approval as I left for work early that morning while he was dressing for his Monday morning workout.

My boss came in, his friend on his heels and after introducing us to each other, left to start his day. Doug shook my hand accepting a cup of coffee, taking a seat at my desk. He complimented me, telling me I looked very lovely, and had a nice figure, and said my boss told him I was his best agent and would make sure he was well taken care of, giving me a wink and bright smile.

Doug was a few inches taller than me, with short, snow white hair, a slender but athletic build, dressed in a pale blue pressed and starched shirt, khaki pants which were also pressed and starched, a

black leather belt and shoes. He also wore a college ring from West Point. He exuded confidence that was visible in the way he held himself, which I thought was extremely appealing and reminded me of my husband. His dark brown eyes were piercing, his cologne exotic, yet subtle. A dashingly handsome older man of sixty-two.

We went straight to work, as I entered his information in the computer, he answered

all my questions promptly, had all the documents I needed, and by lunch time

I was ready to give him quotes.

He told me he needed to stretch his legs, get some fresh air, and he was getting hungry, inviting me to lunch at a nearby restaurant, asking if I would mind walking,

and let me wallk through the doorway first, then open every door we came to, an officer and a gentleman, holding my chair for me to sit down. During lunch

he was very flirtatious, asking how often I exercised, that my beautiful figure didn't come without hard work, his eyes focused on my cleavage and breasts.

We. talked about our spouses, children and hobbies, i showed him pictures of my husband and children on my phone, he said you have a good looking family, and your husband looks like he should be playing professional sports instead of being a police officer, so I showed him another picture of my husband in his SWAT uniform training, he said I'm impressed. We finished our meal, and on our walk back to the office, Doug asked if I ever walked on the wild side, telling me I was very sexy. I laughed, told him thank you, but I hadn't known him long enough to answer his question. We got back to the office and as I printed his quotes out,

he said we should go out for a drink sometime and get better acquainted, that

way you can answer my question, maybe come out to my house and I'll give you a tour of the place. Have a few drinks, take a dip in my jacuzzi and enjoy each others company in a private relaxed setting.

I gathered the printed quotes, placed them on my desk in front of him sat in a chair beside his, and asked where his wife would be, and what about my husband. He put his hand on my forearm

saying hopefully no where around, and that he was very good at keeping secrets.

I explained the quotes to him, he chose the one I recommended, and by three that afternoon we were finished. He gave me his business card, writing his private cell number on the back and told me he'd check in often, and told him please do, my number is on my business card, call me if you have any questions, concerns,

or need anything else. He winked, smiled,

and told me he'd see me later. I took the folder to my boss, and waited as he looked over it, telling me thank you, and I'd done a great job. Went back to my office and started working on other projects.

On my way home Doug sent me a text

saying if I was free any evening this week he'd like to show his appreciation for my excellent service by buying me a drink

I got home, fixed supper and had a rum and coke, while I relaxed in my tub waiting for my husband to get home. While we ate I told him about my day with Doug, he almost choked on his food laughing, and told me that Doug, or as most people referred to him as General Burke was a retired two star General, combat veteran, and war hero was on his second marriage, had a plantation house, and a large tract of land. That he had a reputation as a ladies man, and if the gossip was correct, had a torrid affair with our preachers wife before they moved to another town, and told me he was surprised he didn't come right out and ask me to have sex. We spent the rest of the evening watching a movie, and making love before going to sleep.

Over the next few weeks Doug called or texted me daily asking me to have a drink with him, until I agreed to meet him for a drink at a sports bar in a nearby town the next evening after work. This time wearing tight slacks, a low cut shirt which

my jacket covered at work, leaving my jacket in my car when he met me in the parking lot. Leaning over as he helped me from my car, my black satin bra and cleavage catching and holding his attention while I smoothed out my slacks.

We sat in a booth in a dimly lit corner having a drink, talking about our day. I was testing the waters, seeing how far he would go leaning my elbows on the table, sipping my margarita through a straw, letting him peer down my shirt as much as he wanted. He told me I still hadn't answered his question, put his drink down and told me I had beautiful bosoms,

that he would love to touch.

I told him the answer to his question was yes, that I could be very naughty and wild, if the person, place and time was right, two of which weren't true at this point and time. I finished my drink and asked him to walk me to my car, that I needed to get home. He waited as I went to the ladies room, offering his arm as he walked me to my car, I took his arm pulling it against the side of my breast holding it tightly against me. He smiled

said that feels good, as I squeezed his bicep which was surprisingly well formed and very firm. When I unlocked my car he opened the door for me, holding my hand as I climbed in, grabbed my seat belt leaned across me and latched it. As he moved back he gave me a soft sweet kiss, squeezing each of my breasts firmly, before standing up beside me. He closed my door and I rolled my window down looking into his eyes, asking if he still wanted to show me his house. He answered quickly that he did, and his wife would be gone for the next two weeks on a cruise. We went our separate ways, and on my way home I wondered to myself, why I found him so captivating, coming to the conclusion that his good looks, confidence, and charm were the reason.

I arrived home thirty minutes later my husband met me at my car, walking me inside, asking how my day had been, and if I'd enjoyed having a drink with the General. Once we got inside, I ran a hot bubble bath, while my husband fixed himself a drink and a margarita for me, and listened as I told him about my day and that Doug and I had a drink, a pleasant conversation while he was staring down my shirt, told me he wanted to touch my breasts, and had done so as he made sure my seat belt was buckled, gave me a warm inviting kiss goodbye, and I drove home. That I was concerned my boss would find out if I chose to take things further, putting my job in jeopardy,

and admitted that I'd never been attracted to a man Dougs age, but his air of confidence was intriguing, and he had definitely pushed more than a few buttons that evening. My husband smiled and told me to trust my intuition, and see what happened, that our former preachers wife Theresa, had probably felt the same way, and succumbed to the Generals charms. For the next several days my husband kept me very busy in our bedroom, telling me over and over to

think how much fun I'd have letting Doug

fuck me, while we had amazing sex.

That Friday Doug called me while I was at work asking if I'd like to have dinner with him, that he couldn't stop thinking about our evening and the way it ended all to quickly. I told him I was free the next day and if he wasn't busy I'd like to see his house and we'd see how things went.

That night I let my husband know, telling him I was going to visit Doug the next day, and had no idea when I'd get home.

He told me to have a good time and that he would be waiting for me when I got back.

I slept late that morning had my breakfast, a bath, making sure my legs and pubic area were shaved smooth, braided my hair, fixed my make-up, put on

a sheer black lace bra, matching thong, an extremely tight pair of jeans, a black satin shirt with a plunging neck line, black four inch stilettos, and a black leather jacket. Threw my robe, an extra set of clothes in an overnight bag, with my toothbrush and make-up and texted Doug asking if it was to early for me to come over. He replied almost immediately that he'd leave the gate open and be waiting in the driveway for me.

An hour later I was driving through the larrge gates, down the long driveway to his house, parked in in front of the detached four car garage where he stoood waiting with a huge smile on his face. He opened my door and helping me out of my car walked through his yard to his house, which was a renovated plantation house.Doug showered me with compliments, telling me how lovely I looked, my hair, makeup, and my clothes highlighted my gorgeous figure so nicely. Doug was as always nicely dressed, in khaki pants, polo shirt, and polished western style boots. As he opened the door offering me his arm, I caught a hint of cologne, which was very nice, so I took his arm, told him he smelled very good, and he walked me through the entire house three stories, all tastefully decorated and elegant. He pointed out the pool, jacuzzi, tennis court in the expansive backyard. Then helped me downstairs to his basement which was a huge man cave,complete with a well stocked bar, pool table, poker table, and a gigantic flat screen TV surrounded by leather couches and chairs, exclaiming my tour was over, asking if I would like to have a drink with him. He had a glass of scotch,fixed me a whiskey sour with powdered sugar, and took a seat on the barstool beside me, asking why I was nervous, telling me he didn't bite unless I liked that sort of thing.

I finished my drink a bit quickly, asked where his wife was, he answered still on her cruise, asked where my husband was and smiled when I told him on the golf course with his friends, and probably taking their money. Doug fixed me another drink and sat back down beside me, his fingers tracing circles on the back of my hand as I rested it on the bar. He told me he was very happy that I came to see him, once again telling me how lovely I looked today, that I was an extremely sexy lady, his gaze dropping to the plunging neck line of my top. I lifted his chin with my finger telling him my eyes were up here, smiling when he said he knew, but he couldn't resist looking at my breasts wondering if I would allow him to touch them again, that he wanted more than our very short previous interlude.

I took his hands in mine, telling him me too, and placed them on my breasts, my nipples becoming hard and erect as he

squeezed firmly saying how nice and firm they were. He dropped his hands, to my waist, lifting my top, his weathered hands gliding across my skin, cupping my breasts, squeezing them hard, then releasing the front clasp of my bra as he lifted my top higher. He leaned over his tongue teasing my nipples as he pushed my top over my up raised arms, over my head dropping it on the bar. He began sucking my nipples, while he pulled me closer, my breathing coming faster as he pinched, licked, and bit them gently.

He pulled me off my stool, pushed my back against the edge of the bar and kissed me, his tongue tasted of Scotch as it explored my mouth, with my bra out of the way, he leaned down, removed my heels, pulled his shirt off as he stood up, started kissing me again, the bare skin of our upper bodies pressed tightly against each other. He had my jeans unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered just enough to slide his hand down the front of my pants, his fingers teasing my clit through my lace thong, telling me he could feel how wet I was getting. He pushed my jeans further down, his fingers now moving to the wet fabric covering my crotch, pushing it between the lips of my pussy, before he took his hand out of my pants and sucked

my juices from his fingers saying I tasted sweet. He pulled my jeans down, taking them off as I held onto the bar, moaning as he ran his tongue from the top of my foot, up my leg, across the entrance of my

pussy, across my clit, abdomen, and breasts, pausing to lick each of my nipples before he was kissing and licking my neck. When he stood up, I asked him what he was doing to me, he kissed me again our tongues swirling together as he unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped his pants and let them drop, his white cotton boxers and my wet thong the only thing between us. I reached down feeling his hardness, and drooping testicles running my hand across them. He had kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants and led me to a couch, sitting me down on the arm while he spread a blanket over the cushions, laying me down and removing my thong, and stood up pulling his boxers off telling me I was even more beautiful than he imagined, his cock was average in length and girth, twitching as he knelt between my thighs holding it in his hand, dragging it up and down my pussy rubbing the engorged head against my clit until I felt my orgasm building, he continued teasing me asking if I liked what he was doing, slapping my clit with the head of his cock until I started raising my hips to meet him telling him yes, that I was ready to be fucked, and was going to cum. He moved away, put his face between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth, as he started finger fucking me, applying pressure to my g-spot, making me scream as I climaxed, my pussy gushing and squirting all at once, as I raised my hips to meet his invading fingers. Before my climax had begun to subside, Doug's tongue penetrated my pussy with the same intensity of his kisses, warm, thick, and powerful, extending my climax even longer, as I ground my pussy into his face, pinching and pulling at my nipples as my juices covered his face, moaning loudly at the pleasure I was receiving. A willing and wanting whore, consumed with pure lust.

After he finally came up for a breath I was panting like an animal, looking into his smiling face, telling him he was a very bad man, and I loved every single minute of it. I sat up telling him I was going to suck his cock, pushed him to his back and went all the way down, fondling his testicles as I slurped his erectin in and out of my mouth looking up at his face.

When I sucked his testicles into my mouth, I stroked his shaft, and went straight back to sucking his cock,feeling the head beginning to swell as he said he was about to cum, and told me to finger his ass. When I pushed my finger in, touching his prostate, he rewarded my efforts with a powerful ejaculation of hot, thick, salty sweet semen flooding my mouth and throat with his seed, watching as I swallowed and continued sucking until he was completely drained. When I sat up he pulled me to him, kissing me with the same intensity as before, our fluids mixing in our mouths.

He leaned back on the arm of the couch, pulling me with him, caressing my shoulder, asking if I was enjoying myself.

I replied much more than I imagined, as my fingertips traced a scar on his chest.

I told I was curious about the fact he was so interested in me, that I was flattered, just curious. He explained that throughout his career he'd met many women, but a few of them were special, their sexuality

shining like a beam of light on a dark night, how they talked, the look in their eyes, the way they moved, was different,

drawing men to them like a moth to a

flame. Beautiful, alluring, and seductive,

and he saw that in me the moment we met. I was amazed by his eloquent, seductive answer, asking if he always

succeeded in his quests. He answered he

did most of the time, but a few alluded him, making his successes that much sweeter.

Our conversation continued, between kisses and extremely pleasant play, he asked if there were other men I had been involved with accepting my answer that only a select few had struck my fancy enough to persuade me to give into their charms, but I always went back to the only man I loved, telling him I thoroughly enjoyed a having sex with no strings attached other than a discreet encounter

with another man. He agreed, saying he and his wife had a wonderful marriage, and a strict don't ask don't tell agreement with one another.

We made our way up the stairs, to the jacuzzi, the warm, bubbling water very relaxing, and had another drink before he pulled me into his lap, playing with my breasts as I impaled myself on his shaft,

pressing my breasts in. his face, telling him to bite my nipples, having a very nice orgasm when he did. He smiled as I caught my breath, lifting me off of his shaft, telling me he loved a woman who was willing to tell him what brought her pleasure, and thought it was very sexy.

I was really enjoying myself, somewhat tipsy from my third drink, and asked him if the rumors about his affair with our preacers wife were true, telling him she didn't seem like his type, that she was beautiful, sweet, and very nice, but a bit uptight when the subject of sex came up with a group of women from the church.

Doug said without actually admitting to the affair that some women struggled with their sexuality, and just needed more attention and a little push to explore the world outside of their marital bedroom.

We left the jacuzzi, wrapped in towels heading upstairs to his bedroom with our clothes in hand, Doug explaining that a world of pleasure awaited there.

He and his wife enjoyed bondage, spanking, all manor of toys, and making

home movies of their experiences that they evidently enjoyed watching.

Doug asked me to go to a dresser, look

through the drawers and see if I found anything that would interest me, and told me if I wanted he would video our encounter and take it home to watch whenever I wanted. I said no to the video,

but took my phone from the pocket of my jeans telling him I didn't mind him taking pictures and I would send them to him later if he wanted. He smiled, took the phone, taking pictures of me posing in his bed, convinced me to try out his wifes sybian taking pictures as I did.

We crawled into his huge bed,where he

kissed my entire body, from head to toe, his talented tongue teasing me, bringing me to multiple orgasms, using his tongue,