Whoring myself out on my daughter’s birthday [MF]

(I’ve already posted this on other sub, but some of my friends asked me to post it here, hence this post. If it is not allowed or is in poor taste, I’ll delete it. Thought I should let you know.)

For the uninitiated, I’m now a 44 year old mom from India and enjoy a a very loving relationship with my husband. To my daughter I’m the perfect mother, and to my husband, an ideal wife, but I’m far from being perfect. I’ve slept my way to climb the corporate ladder, and have become increasingly shameless about it.

This incident happened on my daughter’s 12th birthday. We usually keep celebrations very private, and prefer to enjoy our family’s company more than opening the door of our house to our friends and friends of friends. But upon my daughter’s insistence, my husband and I threw a party in her honor. We decided to keep things both fun, personal and use that time to catch up with friends.

So, we invited my daughter’s friends, their parents, who also happened to be our friends, and I invited some of my colleagues as well along with my existing clients. It was rather fun affair. Alcohol was kept consciously minimal, and more attention was given to have a rather personal camaraderie with the guests through talks, food and non-alcoholic drinks. It was also an opportunity for me to get closer to one of my colleagues. Let’s call him Rahul. Unlike many of my other colleagues, Rahul was smart, hails from a politically powerful background, wealthy, holds considerable power in the management and quite good looking. Having him on my side was both practical and perfect. But owing to our line of work, we never had time to bond well. It was a strictly professional relationship that we shared.

I had dressed elegantly in a saree ensuring the attention is always on my daughter on her big day and not her mother, and making sure that I can gracefully carry it considering my 4’11 height. I spent a major part of the day chatting up with him along with other people and being the perfect hostess, but also slyly using the opportunity to get his attention, and making him make the first move. By afternoon, he was openly flirting with me. And I didn’t miss a single opportunity to fire his lust, be it in terms of talking or stealthily flirting through messages while standing just a few apart from each other in different groups.

His comments started from thanking me for inviting to the party to commending on how beautifully it was all orchestrated to wishing my daughter to mentioning how adorable she is in her Minnie Mouse attire to complimenting her mother on how good she looks and then progressing on wondering how blind he must be to have not bothered flirting with me before. As the party went on, his texts became more and more vocal about his obsession with my body, and while I did not fully commit to it, I was also not refusing his advances (through messages). That was the day I began to play my cards to let him have the belief that he is swooning me (where, in reality, I was doing that to gain favors from him later.) Later that night, he continued to text me wondering almost unabashedly how smooth my skin feels and how lucky my husband was to get to go to bed with me.

Our tete-a-tete went on for a few days on messages while maintaining our professional demeanour strictly professional. A few weeks after my daughter turned 12, the man who my daughter fondly calls Rahul uncle and who my husband amiably calls ‘Da’ (Brother, in Malayalam) was between my legs pistoning me in ways I thought would make my pussy explode with orgasm and getting pulled deeper into being a true whore.

P.S: He was one of the catalysts in helping me climb the corporate ladder because soon he became more than just a cock for me. I still sleep with him and he is one of the few men I’m emotionally invested in.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsdqts/whoring_myself_out_on_my_daughters_birthday_mf