Saturday, February 25, 2006

My Forties (Part 3) An Affair to Remember!

After I returned from Bangkok in the summer of 1982, I had another of my "dry spells" when my sexual activity was limited primarily to jacking off. The bars weren't as appealing to me anymore but I did occasionally score a one night stand for a change of pace from jacking off for sexual relief. The only difference from my prior bar hopping, pussy hunting days is that I was using condoms at all times now. I remember going up to the Mustang Ranch whorehouse one last time but leaving before I got serviced when I found out the cost of a blow job had gone up to a minimum $80. I remembered the days not that long ago when you got get a full cum in mouth BJ for $20...or even $10 if you started to walk out. Call me tight but I said to hell with it and went out to my car and jacked off in the parking lot instead...and then returned to Reno where lost my money in the casinos instead! Looking back, the blow job would have been a more pleasant way to lose that cash! I was not too surprised to see that condoms were now required for both fucking and blow jobs at the Mustang. A little less fun for us guys but by then it was best to play safe and not worry about STDs. The AIDS epidemic was just around the corner and herpes was already scaring the shit of horndogs like me!

I missed the companionship as well as the sexual benefits of having a regular girlfriend but I just couldn't seem to find one during those years. What I missed more than anything with the possible exception of blow jobs was that great feeling of being in love! In retrospect I suppose I should have looked harder but I truly didn't know where to start looking. I just wasn't meeting anyone except the babes in the bars and most of them hardly had long term potential. There were lots of lonely Friday and Saturday nights spent jacking off while watching video porn. This sad state of affairs went on for a couple of years...until I met Theresa and fell in love again. The only problem was Theresa was married.

In late 1983 I was offered a management position at the Air Force base I'd worked at as a civilian on for the last 21 years. For the first time in my life I wore a suit and tie to work and had an office complete with a secretary. The first clerk was a cranky elderly woman named Lucille so there was no sexual temptation there at all. When Lucille retired in mid 1984 she was replaced by a lovely mid 30's married woman named Theresa. I think I fell in love with her the day she walked into my office for an interview. She was blond, blue eyed, the "girl next door" type and she had a warm, friendly Southern accent. She was just plain nice! Of course she got the job!

I honestly didn't have any plans to have an affair with Theresa. After I had my second marriage broken up by my ex wife's affair I was adamantly against adultery of any kind. I can honestly say that I never cheated in either of my marriages nor during any of the long time relationships I had. The one night stands and very casual relationships where both partners dated other people were of course different situations. I enjoyed working with Theresa but never made any passes at all in the beginning. The more I worked with her and got to know her, the more I liked her. Of course there was a definite sexual attraction and she was frequently in my jack off fantasies but I really didn't expect it to go any further than that. She seemed happily married and was the mother of two teenage children. I had no idea I would soon have my face and my cock buried between her lovely legs!

Just spending time together in the same office brought us closer every day. We became friendlier and friendlier talking about everyday things...politics, friends, our work environment, even past relationships. Of course we never talked about anything too personal. She didn't mention her sex life with her hubby and I didn't reveal the fact that I hadn't been in a relationship in several years and except for a few one night stands and adventures with whores did nothing more than beat my meat for my sexual relief. One time she did mention that I ought to meet a girlfriend of hers who she thought would be just right for me. I actually took her up on that offer, but then her girlfriend found a new steady beau and our prospective date was cancelled.

Theresa and I went to lunch at the base snack bar occasionally but most of the time we just brown bagged it and ate in separate lunch rooms. A couple times a month we had to work overtime in the evening together. On those nights I usually took her to dinner. It was on one of those evenings, in a parking lot of a Black Angus restaurant in Sacramento that Theresa surprised me by asking me to kiss her. It was just out of the blue after we got in my car to return to work. I had no idea that she had any romantic interest in me at all at that point. I was truly speechless...but of course I kissed her. A long passionate kiss followed by another and another. That was the beginning of an affair that lasted over a year.

Theresa said she had fallen in love with me and confessed that her relationship with her hubby was nowhere near as cozy as I had imagined. Her old man was in fact a heavy drinker, could be abusive with her at times and had previously had a couple of affairs. She said I was much nicer! I told her I loved her too but wondered if it was wise to really get involved with each other since she was married. It didn't take much pressuring from her though. There was no way I was going to pass up a chance to get in those panties! If she wanted to fuck, I was ready, willing and able!

Theresa came over to my apartment on the following Saturday afternoon and we fucked for the first time. The sex was great from the beginning. She was a very sensual woman who loved kissing, hugging and fucking and I loved having those long legs wrapped around me when we fucked. She liked giving as well as receiving oral which of course was an added plus for me since I too love both of those wonderful activities. She was on the birth control pill so after I got a medical check up (just to make sure I hadn't picked up anything in my lecherous past!) we fucked without condoms.

It was really great being in love for the first time in several years. So much better than just those one night stands and brief casual relationships! Of course there were serious drawbacks as you might expect in such a relationship. We had to be totally discreet at all times. She had to find times to get away from her home and we had to limit our off work relationship strictly to my apartment. There were still feelings of guilt too, at least on my part and I think on her part too. I really didn't feel right about fucking another man's wife! I still remembered how angry and hurt I felt when I found out my second wife Julia was cheating with that asshole Air Force Captain! My own adulterous relationship did did give me some understanding of what happened between my wife and the Captain though. Sometimes married people fall in love with other people! It's probably not right...but it does happen!

There was lots of hanky panky going on in the office as well as my apartment! I could lock the office door for short times which gave us the privacy to make out during working hours which was lots of fun. We didn't want to make too much noise of course and outside of the office, we had to make it appear that nothing was going on between the married woman and the department manager. Lots of kissing and hugging on government time though, and once Theresa got on her knees and did a Monica Lewinsky on me if you know what I mean and I think you do. Talk about fringe benefits! Another time on one of our late evening workfests, I performed cunnilingus on Theresa on the office cot. We never repeated that because it got just a little noisy (to say the least!)

Despite the drawbacks and the guilt, it was a great time in my life. I was happier than I had been in years! If she had not been married, I would have married Theresa in a minute and hopefully spent the rest of my life with her. We talked about the possibility of her getting a divorce but she said she had too much invested in her marriage and her children still liked their father too much for that to happen. She said that even though he could be a bastard at times she still thought she wanted to stay with him. Her old man had a very good job (much better than mine!) and they owned a very nice home in the suburbs of Sacramento while I still lived in a so-so bachelor's apartment. That may have had something to do with it. I'm really not sure... but she definitely wanted to stay with her old man.

It all came to an end around Thanksgiving of 1985. Theresa had been unusually quiet so I suspected something was up. She finally broke the news to me. Her hubby was being transferred to Southern California as of the first of the year 1986. She was turning in her resignation effective the end of the year. Of course I was devastated! It was the same sickening feeling I'd felt before when my marriages and other long term relationships ended when I didn't want them to. Theresa thought it was best to part since we really didn't have any future as a couple and I suppose she was right. It was a bummer to have to hide our relationship from the outside world and never to even be able to sleep beside her after we fucked. There were also those guilt feelings and worries about being caught by an angry hubby, just as I had caught the prick that was fucking my wife. And yet...and yet...I truly did love Theresa and I knew it was going to take a while to get over her...and it did!

We fucked only a couple more times at my apartment. A replacement was hired (a middle aged African American woman) so we had her training in the office starting in early December which of course eliminated the office hanky panky. No more hugs and kisses (or blow jobs either!) during working hours! Theresa took some extra vacation time before Christmas. She was supposed to come back for one more week after Christmas but never showed up. I called her and she said she was too busy packing for the move so she wouldn't be back. I wanted her to come over to my apartment one more time but she said it was better that we not too that because she would cry too much. We were both in tears as we said goodbye for the last time on the phone. It was a lousy Christmas and New Year's Eve that year!

That's the true story of the only real affair with a married woman in my life. I'm not proud of it at all. I still think adultery is wrong but sometimes things just happen that shouldn't happen. For us guys there is a lot of truth in that old saying "A stiff prick has no conscience!" You can just ask Bill Clinton...or me about that!


SVN, prn said...

I am enjoying the story of your life piece by piece...and hey, I think I have eaten at that Black Angus restaurant! Wish my night had ended that way.

Horny Old Guy said...

Thanks for the comment from svn,prn the nice (and sexy!) nurse! "Piece by piece"...I like that! I just wish there wasn't so much wasted time between the "pieces". Oh well...thank God for masturbation!!!