I was a virgin when we married and knew nothing about sex; I hadn't even masturbated. I liked having sex with him but I never had the climax experience that the girls at work talked about. I wasn't unhappy with my marriage and I liked the comfort and security but after a few years I began feeling like he wasn't paying attention to me. He wasn't noticing me; it was like I was just there.
For example when I'd wear a new outfit he didn't notice. I'd change my hairstyle or how I was doing my makeup and he didn't notice. The other girls at work noticed and we'd talk at lunch and breaks and occasionally went out for a drink after work and had fun. The only man who did notice was an older man at work. I worked in the finance office and he was a program manager who sometimes came by to get help with reports.
He not only noticed but commented on the details of how I looked that day. Clearly he had not been paying attention but paying close attention. His comments were not shallow flattery either; most of the time they were positive but a few times he came me a critique suggestion. I paid attention and found myself dressing to please him and being disappointed when he didn't show up. One of those days, I picked up the phone and called him and said there was something I wanted to show him. He understood my meaning and showed up.
I was excited in my anticipation of him seeing me. I felt silly really; I mean what business did I have feeling excited about earning his approval? When he got to my cube I couldn't help myself. I told him I'd been wanting him to see me all day. He gave me this huge warm smile and told me I was exquisite. I actually blushed. He sent me an email the next morning telling me to be sure and put him down as a reviewer for the next round of 360s because he was pleased with my extra effort with the financial reporting I'd been doing for the program office.
A month later he suggested I put in for the mentor program. He said he had two young men he'd ben giving career advice to and thought my career would benefit from being on the formal advancement track. I was selected. He told me I had earned it but that I was going to have to really apply myself and work at mastering the material. I did and six months later I was placed into the company paid MBA program!
I did well when I was in college; I graduated magna but my GPA wasn't high enough for summa. The MBA classes were more difficult but I was much more motivated and I surprised myself at how well I was doing. As my mentor, I met with him once a week for 30 minutes. He still paid attention to how I looked which made me feel good but he concentrated heavily and critically on what I was doing scholastically.
About a year later we both needed to travel to corporate headquarters in Chicago. He got upgraded to first class and asked if I'd ever flown up front. I hadn't and he swapped boarding passes with me! We were both there for the same project review but in completely different roles so I only caught sight of him during the breaks. At lunch I wanted to sit with him but he was at a table that was already full when I got there. He said he had a customer dinner to go to that night but if I was free the next night he wanted to take me to dinner.
He had pretty much told me exactly what to wear on the trip so that I fit in with the other women, most of whom were much older, but didn't stick out. When we sat down to dinner, he was all business and questioned me in detail about the meeting and breakout sessions over a cocktail. He asked me about my food preferences and ordered for me including a wine pairing.
Then he asked about my schooling and we discussed that; then commented that my husband must be very supportive of my working so hard and putting in more hours at work and the night MBA classes. I told that frankly my husband didn't seem to care one way or the other. He seemed concerned and said he was sorry to hear that. At that I opened up and probably talked too much because several minutes later I found myself telling him that my husband was insensitive to my needs. That seemed to put a halt to the conversation and that made me feel awkward. After a long pause where neither of us spoke, he said that was an issue that many couples encounter.
Fortunately the waiter arrived with the dessert menu. We talked about school and discovered we both liked opera. While I was a business finance major in college I had a minor in music and he played the cello in college. There were plenty of things to talk and laugh about. In the cab back to the hotel he put his arm around me and I looked to him for a kiss and was not disappointed. When we got to the hotel he asked if he could walk me to my room. Then when I unlocked my room's door, he asked if I'd like him to come in.
His seduction of me had all the hallmarks of spontaneity until he handed me his suit coat to hang, then he reached into the interior pocket and removed a strip of three condoms. His initial foreplay was sweet, delicate, most importantly, effective, unlike my pitiable and inept husband's meager attempts at foreplay. When I touched his cock to stroke it, it was noticeably larger than my husband's and it brought out my inner slut.
He kissed and praised my shoulders, hips, and breasts and kissed them and almost inhaled my nipples. He put on a condom and slid his cock slowly inside me and the unexpected sensations of fullness and expansion. His kissed me and stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful and then slowly pulled all the way out. He teased me with its tip and I've never wanted anything as badly as I wanted it back inside me. The actual sex itself got progressively more rough and vigorous. It went on and on and he shifted me around into one position after another. We were both sweating profusely and then I had an astounding climax. He gave me several more thrusts then yanked his condom off and ejaculated on my chest and breasts. My nipples were sore from his suckling but the pain mixed with the pleasure was just right. He gathered a small quantity of his semen up and rubbed it on my upper lip and then into my mouth and onto my tongue.
A week later when I got back home, I got sexually aggressive with my husband. I fibbed and told him I'd been talking about sex with friends and had some things I wanted to try. I have to say, he was good natured about it and after a few more nights of egging him on, I got a facsimile of a climax. It wasn't enough to make me consider giving up my lover.