This is my continued recollection of my very brief affair with an engaged woman during my junior year in college. I am recalling this from almost 50 years ago so the quotes are the best I can do. I have changed names and some places to protect the identities of those involved.
To recap: I was having an affair with ‘karate mom’ Kaye, the petite mother of one of the beginners of a karate class I taught. She was about 5′ 2″, weighing 115 lbs. She had light brown curly hair, worn down to her shoulders. Very blue eyes. She wore bright red lipstick. Her breasts were average but her nipples were pretty noticeable. She was in her mid-30s. She was engaged to a guy named Jason.
Readers: In my story I am going to the term ‘finance office’ to name where Kaye worked. I am cannot remember the actual name of the office. My only excuse for this is that it was a long time ago.
If you want to skip the background, skip down to the —— line.
After the karate classes ended, Kaye and I started to meet in the next town each Tuesday evening at a large park. She would hop into my car and I would drive to a private spot to enjoy each other’s bodies. All of those times were enjoyable. Very enjoyable. Hugely enjoyable.
**May 1972**
When I entered a classroom one warm Friday afternoon, my professor called me to the front and gave me a sealed envelop with my name on it. I opened it and found a typed and signed note from Kaye asking me to be at her office at 4:45 that afternoon. She wanted to discuss my overdue payment for the current semester. I smiled reading it since I had already paid for my classes. I knew it was going to be interesting.
At 4:45 I was sitting on a bench in the finance office with a semi-hard on in my pants and two rubbers in my wallet. (That pretty well characterizes me at age 21: aroused and ready for sex.)
There were only two other people in the office. One woman in the back of the office and a secretary. In a few minutes Kaye stepped out of her office and walked up to the me and asked if I was Mr. PlayedWithThem. I stood up and said I was. She was wearing a tight fitting thin sleeveless brown and gold dress that fell below her knees. She had on her signature red lipstick and high heels. As she was not wearing a bra her nipples were obvious. That was the hot professional woman look of that era.
She introduced herself and she apologized for asking to see me so late on a Friday afternoon. I told her I wanted to get things straightened out before I left that afternoon (My double entendre game is still poor.) Kay looked at me with a blank face and then invited into her office.
Kaye told the secretary and the woman at the back they could go and wished them good weekends. Kaye waited at the outer door occasionally looking at me without an expression. When they left she locked the door and slowly began walking toward me. As she got closer she began to smile. She walked inside her office and closed its door. She turned to me, now giving me her full smile, but did not move.
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“You dirty fucker” was the first thing she said. “You think you’re going to waltz into my office and use me like your big tit whore girlfriend”? (She was referring to Lucy a voluptuous girl I dated frequently.) I took my time and replied “Yes I do because I know you like to cheat on Jason. Come here now”.
She walked to me and pressed her body against mine. She was looking up at me with her big blue eyes; I am sure she was expecting me to kiss her. But I spun her around, put my hands over her breasts and began pinching her prominent nipples. I leaned down and whispered in her ear “When was the last time Jason made you come”? She whispered back “I can’t remember”.
Kaye stood still leaning back into me. She said in a soft voice “You bastard. Are you going to fuck me here? In my office”? I kept playing with her nipples and did not respond. She said, a little louder this time, “You better fuck me now you dirty fucker. That’s what you want to do. You God damn dirty bastard”.
I moved a hand up to her throat and whispered in her ear “You little slut. That is why you sent that note, isn’t it? You have been thinking of me fucking you in your office haven’t you Kaye? You want me to fuck you here and now don’t you”? She gave a tiny moan and said “Yes” as she nodded.
I spun her around to face me and we kissed. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gave a louder moan. “Are you going to see Jason tonight? Are you going to fuck him tonight, Slut”? She said “Yes, he always wants to fuck me. Just like you always want to fuck me” and we kissed hard again. She pulled back and said “Now you bastard”.
I reached behind her and unhooked the top of her dress and pulled down its zipper. I stood back and told her to take off her dress. She kept her eyes on me as she lifted it up and over her head. She was wearing a lacy tan bra and bikini set. She walked to a clothes tree and hung the dress on it. She turned to look at me with a smirk on her face. She asked “You like what you see”? I did. She still had on her high heels; her perky breasts were tipped with her wondrous nipples. Standing in front of me Kaye was petite, svelte and sexy. Her blue eyes were wide open and she had her wild look of lust on her face.
I said nothing but pulled my shirt over my head. Kaye took a step toward me but I told her to stop. I pulled out my two rubbers and threw them onto her desk. I undid my sneakers and took off my jeans. I crooked my finger and beckoned her to me. She walked to me keeping her eyes on mine. She never lost her look of lust as she stopped and knelt down in front of me. She pulled down my briefs and my erect cock dropped down in front of her face.
Kaye looked up at me with those big blue eyes. I grabbed a handful of her curly hair and said “Suck my cock you little cheating whore”. She gave a little “Um”, pulled my cock down to get the tip of my cock at her lips. She kissed the head of my cock and then began to lick it. She slowly began to put the head of my cock in her mouth as she moved her head forward and back. After a few minutes she was giving me a slow and deliberate deep throat blow job. She paused once, leaned back and asked me if I liked how she was “sucking your hard dirty cock”. I told her to be quiet and keep sucking.
Kaye had given me other blow jobs but this one was different. This one was slow, sensual and drawn out. Her head moved back and forth slowly. She would pause to lick my cock head. (I love that.) She gently licked my ball sack then sucked my balls individually. She ran her tongue under my cock shaft and then, while looking into my eyes, took my cock almost totally into her mouth. No sass from her, no dirty talk. Just Kaye taking her time with my cock. This was not the Kaye I knew.
This long, lingering suck session got me fully hard and after a few minutes more I was ready to taste her. I told Kaye to get up and I walked her to the back of her desk. I notice she had two framed photographs on her desk. One was of Jason taken out doors; he was wearing a baseball cap and he held a bat. The other picture was a studio photo of Kaye and her son Danny.
I helped her to sit on the desk as I sat on her rolling desk chair. I put her legs on my shoulders and I bent forward to begin my assault on her pussy. That is when the Kaye I knew returned.
As I began to lick and tease her love hole she started with her dirty talk. “Lick my cunt you fucker! Put your tongue in there! Yes. Stick it in there. Oh you fucking bastard! Is this what you do to that big tit whore? Do you lick her dirty pussy? How many men have fucked that whore girlfriend of yours”?
This went on for minutes as I stuck my tongue in her hole, licked her slit and pussy lips and then ran the flat of my tongue up to her little clit. I slid two fingers into her pussy hole and began to finger it deeply. As I began working her clit and fingering her, Kaye went into overdrive calling me a “dirty cunt sucker”, a “whore master” and a “God damn dirty fucker” (Just a sampling of her inventive colorful invectives. Having a high level of education gave her an amazingly inventive vocabulary.)
I continued eating her for 10 minutes of so, enjoying both her pussy and her dirty talk. But her dirty talk slowed down and she began to give low moans between her insults. She let her hands move to her nipples and she began to lightly touch them. She repeatedly said only one non-dirty thing as I worked on her – “Close”.
Without warning Kaye began to shake. She clamped her legs around my head, pushed her hips up to my face while grabbing the back of my head to push my face into her pussy. And then she screamed “You fucking bastard I’m coming”! Thank God it was late in the afternoon of a beautiful spring Friday. Otherwise the campus cops would have been breaking down the doors to rescue her.
That made me ready to fuck. She was breathing hard but I pulled her hips to the edge of her desk. I put on a rubber, pushed her legs back and pushed my cock into her in a single thrust. I did not take my time. I began to power fuck her while calling her every dirty name I could think of. I called her, to the best of my memory, “a little bitch”, “a cheating whore”, “a slut”, “a filthy cock sucker” and, my favorite go to phrase for her, “a dirty cheating whore”. (She was much better at dirty name calling than me.)
As I fucked her she reached over and picked up the picture of Jason. She held it over her face while playing with her left nipple. Kaye kept saying over and over “He’s fucking me Jason”. I let go of her right leg and began pinching and twisting her right nipple. She let out a loud “Ah fuck yes” as I pinched. That did it for me.
I let go of her nipple and put my hand to her throat. Kaye’s eyes got wide, she put down the picture and put both of her hands on my hand. She squeezed my hand; I squeezed her throat more tightly. Her face flushed, her eyes went wide and her mouth opened. I felt her pussy contract and she pushed up her hips. She let out a long low “Yes” and began shaking.
That flipped my switch; I fucked her furiously for a few seconds and then made a final thrust in and held it in her cunt as I shot into the rubber. I took my hand from her throat and Kaye said “I can feel your cock throbbing”. She relaxed completely dropping her arms outward. I let go of her left leg and put it over my shoulder; she splayed her right leg toward to edge of the desk.
After we regained our breath I pulled out my dick and the rubber and helped her slide down over the edge of the desk. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me with tenderness. Not something she had done before. She looked in my eyes and stroked my hair. There was some sadness in her face. I asked her what was wrong. Kaye gave a little smile and said “Nothing” which, in retrospect, meant something was wrong.
**The end of our affair**
We cleaned up, got dressed and left the office. I walked her to her car. We shook hands and said our good byes. No PDA. We met the next Tuesday in the park in the next town. We had our usual fun in the back seat of my car. When we kissed good bye that night I said “See you next week”. She looked at me for a few seconds and said “Sure”.
My classes ended the next Friday. I was looking forward to my summer job, making some money and seeing Kaye weekly.
But Kaye did not show up on Tuesday. Nor the next Tuesday. As I drove home from the park that second time I decided to swing by Kaye’s home. The house was dark and there was a ‘For sale’ sign in the front yard. The next day I called the realtor’s office and asked about the house and why it was up for sale. The receptionist told me the owner took a new job out of state.
Several years ago I tried to find Kaye via the Internet. All I found were a few references to her working at a college in upstate New York. I guess she never remarried.
I was sad to have it end like that. Had she told me she was moving I would have understood. I think fondly of her, her foul mouth and our great sex.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/tiu8gk/kaye_the_foul_mouth_karate_mom_calls_me_to_her