This is a true story. I changed the names of all, changed some details and omitted part of the story to further disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 40 years since this happened so I hope you will cut me some slack.
Readers: This is a long post. I decided to do it in one long post because… You will understand if you make it to the end.
To recap: Darla, the wife (46 years old) of my supervisor Will (early 50s) had started an affair with me just two weeks after the two of us had met. I was 24 years old at the time of our affair. Darla was quite pretty; she had a fair resemblance to Barbra Eden the actress who played Jeannie the Genie on the TV sitcom ‘I Dream of Jeannie’. In fact, the men in the office fondly called her Jeannie when speaking of her.
**August – October 1975**
Darla and I saw each other frequently after the July wedding of her daughter Bitsi. We took advantage each time Will went on a golfing excursion. She also sometimes visited me on Thursdays when she was out doing her weekly family grocery shopping and Will was working late. We fell into a relaxed pattern of meeting and screwing. As time went on she revealed some of her deepest sexual desires. She wanted to try some new things: threesomes, restraints and public sex.
We role played several of her fantasies. Our most common role play focused on us in a threesome with either her new son-in-law Owen or my poker buddy Darren. Those sessions consisted of me fucking her ass like a demon with a vibrator in her pussy. (Full disclosure – I also loved the feeling of the vibrator base on my balls as I fucked her married ass!) Darla would speak of me and either Owen or Darren double penetrating her in the most graphic ways. She would call herself a “whore” and a “slut” and tell me her “holes are yours”. Hearing Darla, the pretty little wife and church lady, saying those things was extremely hot. Boy oh boy I loved shooting my cum into her tight ass.
During this time Darla discovered the deep joy of restraints. She took a lot of pleasure from being tied up, teased and used for hours. Fingers, lips, tongue, dick, dildo, vibrator and cucumber (Yep, cucumber) were in her holes. She was on her stomach, on her back, bent over her dining room table, sitting on a ladder back chair and on her knees tied securely and available for my use. Darla told me she liked me fucking her like that in her house; she would think about our sessions during the evenings she and Will were together at home.
One Saturday in September we went to a large state park and had sex off trail; she sucked me hard and then bent herself over a downed tree trunk as I fucked her while pulling her hair. We could hear and see multiple hikers below us as I pounded her from behind that day. As Darla’s orgasm got close I clamped a hand over her mouth and fucked her like a man possessed. I whispered she was my whore and I was going to take her to my apartment some night and let my poker buddies fuck her all night. She began jerking and shaking while screaming into my hand. When her orgasm stopped I pulled out of her pussy, straightened her up, spun her around and pushed her to her knees.
I had her suck my cock while telling her she was a good married whore. As she sucked she was looking up at me and moaning. I asked her if she wanted me to give her to my poker friends. She nodded and backed off of my dick. She asked it we would fuck her all night. I told her we would fuck her until we done with her. She asked if Darren would be there, I told her probably as he thought she was sexy. She said she wanted Darren and had thoughts of him fucking. That set me off and I shot my cum down her throat calling her my “married whore girlfriend”.
In early October she and I were laying in my bed after sex; she told me Will was going on his final golfing trip at the end of October. He was going to leave Thursday morning and return Sunday evening. Darla said we could spend Halloween night (a Friday) together and see each other Saturday and part of Sunday. She and I had only spent a few nights together during our affair. Multiple days with her sounded great to me.
We did not meet the Thursday before Halloween Night. She called and said she was working late so she could leave work a little early on Friday afternoon. As we talked she told me she had a surprise for me. I asked her to tell me what it was but she refused. She said she was sure I would like it.
**Halloween Night, 1975**
Early that Friday morning Darla called me and told me she would see me after she talked to Will that evening. After work I got her favorite wine and some chocolate covered cherries, Darla’s favorite candy.
Just before 9 PM I heard Darla’s soft knock. I opened the door to see her in a black trench coat with a big smile on her pretty face. Her hair was teased up a bit and she had on pink lipstick. She was holding a large suitcase and a garment bag that I took into the bedroom after a quick kiss. When I got back she had hung her coat and came to me for a real kiss. I sat her on the couch and got her a glass of wine. Darla was in a flirtatious mood and she talked and drank her wine and fed me a few of the candies.
She told me her daughter Bitsi had phoned her and asked what she planned to do while her husband was gone. Darla told her she had some fun things planned. When Bitsi pressed her for details Darla told her she was just going to spend time doing things she wanted to do for some time. Bitsi tried to get details but Darla told her she was just going to do some fun things.
After her second glass of wine Darla got a little frisky. She straddled me and began playfully kissing me and rubbing her hands over my chest and arms. She asked me if I wanted to know what her surprise was. When I told her yes she gave me a big kiss and told me to stay put. She hopped off of me and went to my bedroom. After about 15 minutes she called out and told me to turn off all but one light. And to close my eyes.
I heard her as she walked down the hall to the living room. I also heard her at my stereo system. She said “Keep those eyes closed”; in a few seconds heard her insert an 8 track tape cassette into the stereo. I suppose by now you have guessed what I heard. It was the theme song to the ‘I Dream of Jeannie’ show. Darla said “Open your eyes”!
Darla was dressed in a genie costume sort of close to what Barbra Eden wore in the show. She was trying to do a belly dance by shaking her boobs and ass for me. Frankly, she was terrible. But her top was low cut and a lot of her boobs were on display. Her pants(?) were loose around her legs but tight over her ass cheeks. She had a silvery scarf wrapped around her neck and over her head. She was adorable.
She shimmied and shook as the song played. She bent down in front of me to show her boobs shaking and then she would turn around to wiggle her ass in front of my face. (I loved her ass and she knew it.) When the song ended she shut off the stereo and she turned to look at me. I stood up clapping and told her to come to me. She was beaming as she stepped to me asking “Did I please you Master”?
[For you young Redditors: In the TV show Jeannie the Genie referred to the man who found the lamp in which she lived as ‘Master’.]
I told her she did; I took her into my arms and we kissed. I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. I told her she was sexiest genie I had ever seen. We started kissing and I moved my hand down into her pants to find no panties. I played with her pussy as we kissed.
I moved my middle finger to her clit and began to press and rub it. Darla stopped kissing me and held me tight as she quickly came to an orgasm. We kissed lightly for a while as I began to remove her costume. When she was naked, except for the silvery scarf, I had her get up off the bed. I turned her so her back was to me. I took the scarf off of her and kissed her neck and ears as I pulled on her hardening nipples.
When she began murmuring I put her hands behind her and tied them together with her scarf. I whispered in her ear asking if she was a dirty cheating wife and she moaned “Yes Master”. I left her standing there as I undressed. When I was naked I turned her to me and pushed her to her knees. She looked up at me and opened her mouth. She knew what I wanted. I told her to suck my cock; she went into action.
She licked the head of my cock and leaned forward to take it down her throat. She held it in her mouth for a while and then slowly leaned back. She repeated this over and over while keeping her eyes locked on mine. She had to stop and catch her breathe once in a while. When she did I would bend down so I could lightly stroke her face and softly tell her how good she was at sucking my cock. That would make her smile and comment how she loved my cock. She would then resume her sucking.
After minutes of this she started to pull off my cock and rub her face on my cock as she lightly moaned. I was calling her names – ‘cheating married slut’, ‘cheap whore’, ‘fucking tramp’ – that made her lick my balls and suck me with more energy. I knew she was getting wound up so it was time for me to take control. I bent down and began pinching her nipples. Left, right, pinch, pull and then a firm slap on her fun bags. Just to let her know her body was mine to use.
When Darla started to moan on my dick I felt that excited feeling build up inside of me. I grabbed her head and jammed my cock into mouth just in time to shoot my cum into her throat as I called her some filthy name. She almost immediately shook with her own orgasm. She leaned back to get my cock out of her mouth. She gagged, coughed and gasped red-faced as she regained her breath with a little cum dripping down her chin.
Looking down at her I thought she looked incredibly sexy with that cum on her, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. When I regained my senses I lifted her up and we began kissing. I ran my hands over her body slowly and untied her. I got her another glass of wine and we cuddled and talked of the next two days.
When Darla finished her wine she crawled on top of me and put her tits in front of me asking me to lick her nipples. I reached for her glass and put my fingers in it to get a few drops of wine. I rubbed the wine on her nips and then began to very lightly lick them. We kissed and played for a while talking about how good it felt to be together for the night.
Eventually I went to my closet and got two ties that I used to bind her hands to the base of the head board. Ass up and available. What a great sight; she was ready to be taken. I used the silvery scarf to blindfold her. I was going to have my way with Darla.
I put a lubed condom on and position my dick at her pussy. She said “Master” as I went into her with one stroke. I grabbed her hips and began fucking her slowly. She pushed back to meet my cock every time I pushed into her. She started saying “uh” each time my cock went in but the volume kept increasing. When she got very loud I reached down and grabbed her hair calling her my “fuck slave”. She moaned and replied “I am your fuck slave Baby”. That was hot to hear.
I pulled my dick out of her pussy, slathered some lube on her ass and then worked a finger into her. I took off the condom and lubed my dick liberally. I got above her and slowly pushed my cock into her ass. This was always my favorite part of fucking Darla’s ass – her initial reaction was a low moan followed by “Oh yes”. As her husband Will never liked anal sex she always thought my reaming her ass was a special treat.
She began moaning louder and telling me to fuck her ass harder. I did and within five minutes she was telling me she was coming. That triggered me; I shot my load into her as I held my cock in her as far as I could. As I regained my senses I slooooowly pulled out of her. Darla gave a little “Oh” when the head came out of her.
I stood up on the bed and took in the sight. The glistening lube on her ass with her hole slightly opened is a sight I still think of from time to time. I went to the bathroom to clean myself and get a wash cloth and towel for Darla. I cleaned off the lube, dried her and untied her hands. I left the blindfold on as I kissed all over her body. I turned off the light, pulled the covers over us and removed the blindfold. She started talking but I shushed her. I told her to sleep and we did sleep for several hours.
I awoke to the sound of her getting dressed. I asked her why she was going; she said she wanted to get home while it was still dark. I got up and dressed quickly. She put on slacks and the top of her genie outfit. She packed her suitcase and the garment bag. I helped her put on the trench coat and walked her to her car. I stowed the suitcase and the garment bag in the trunk of her car. We kissed and talked for a short while; she said she would call me later that day. She drove off with a smile; I went back to bed and slept like a log.
**The end of our affair**
I did not hear from Darla the next day or on Sunday. I though perhaps she had an emergency so I drove past her house several times but saw no activity. The following Thursday, when I knew Will was working late, I called their house. Darla answered and I asked how she was. She curtly told me we could not see each other and asked me to not call again. And then she ended the call.
I have no idea what happened. At work Will’s attitude toward me never changed so I don’t think he ever found out about our affair. At the office Christmas party Darla was friendly with me and we danced together for a while. That party was the last time I saw Darla. I left that office a few months later and saw Will a few times over the next few years. Each time I asked about Darla and he said she was fine and that she occasionally asked about me. I heard Will retired a few years later and that Darla and he moved to Florida.
Why did she end it? I don’t know. I suspect someone, not Will, confronted her and she decided to stop seeing me. Perhaps it was Bitsi. I was sad our affair ended. But I have nothing but good feelings toward her and memories of our times together.
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