Moving Beyond Adultery (erotic talk), a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-05-26. Times viewed: 9380.
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- Intro: How a guy aged twenty-four nails a senior female executive (41), wife of the managing partner and then what happened next.
Meredith Reid ran the finance department at Johns, Reid, Wilson Ltd, chartered surveyors, the only large firm of surveyors in the rapidly growing city of Benton Downs.
Being a large practice with full resources and a reputation for fast and accurate work, JRW held an estimated 60% share of all surveying and property valuations and issuing of property buyer reports within 50 miles of Sir Randolph Reid’s statue in the centre city square.
Sir Randolph had founded the firm seventy-eight years ago and for thirty-two of those years he was Mayor of the city. No one knew where those claims of ‘a 60% share’ and ‘within 50 miles’ had originated and because JRW Ltd didn’t make or promote that business claim or deny it, the misinformation continued to be circulated by word of mouth.
New recruit Ryan Apple was in the lunchroom when Mrs Reid came with her tray and sat opposite him.
“Good afternoon Mr Apple. I trust you have settled in?”
“Yes thank you Lady Reid.”
Meredith tinkled a laugh and said, “God that’s funny. Are you uncertain about family relationships?”
“I think so. Please call me Ryan.”
“Well Ryan your answer ‘I think so’ underlines your uncertainly. I married the late Randolph’s grandson Richard who is managing partner of this firm. Randolph’s wife Claire was the only Lady Reid because her husband’s title was not heredity. Moreover Randolph and Claire never knew me because both has passed on by the time I appeared on the scene.”
“Ah that’s very interesting. And what attracted you to RR?”
“Oooh don’t you find him interesting?”
“Not at all.”
Meredith looked at the guy in his early twenties and said, “That was brave of you.”
He grinned and said, “I wanted to impress you.”
She raised an eyebrow.
They chattered on easily and as Ryan was leaving she said, “Same time here tomorrow I trust? I find you interesting. Surveyors and their assistants tend to be a dour lot.”
“Including their managing partner?”
Eyes dancing, she said, “As I indicated earlier, you are a brave young man.”
That evening Meredith was walking down stairs at the Concert Hall with her husband when an elderly man behind her tripped and Richard caught the guy but the impact sent Meredith tumbling down the stairs and bringing three other people down and that slowed the velocity of her descent. She broke her right wrist, known as a distal radial fracture, when attempting to break her fall and she received bruising over her body including to her jaw.
Meredith returned to work two weeks later, not having required surgery, and her immobilised wrist was in a soft below-elbow cast.
Ryan welcomed Meredith back as she came to the table at 1:10 on the day of her return to work and she kissed him and thanked him for the flowers.
The 41-year old blushed when Ryan said, “You used the opportunity to kiss me knowingly you’d already had sent me a card thanking me for my flowers.”
“Oh yes I did. Sorry but one can’t take back kisses.”
“I wouldn’t what that to happen. Have you become sweet on me?”
“You cheeky young devil,” she laughed. “God you fancy yourself.”
“Well someone has to.”
“I know that to be true. Ah no girlfriend I suspect?”
“Not at the moment and (sigh) you are spoken for.”
“And I don’t go in for adultery.”
“Ah, well that’s pretty conclusive.”
She said carefully, “Ryan now don’t take anything more out of this than it’s just a truthful comment I wished to make.”
“Okay.”
“I missed my half-hour lunch chats with you over the past couple of weeks.”
“And I missed your cute breasts, your smile, your perfume and the way you chat with me with ease.”
She frowned and said she appreciated that but there was no need to mention breasts.
“No and I knew that.”
She wiped a couple of sandwich crumbs from her top lip.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ah and now you are pressing too far. Did your car start first go?”
“I came to work with Richard because I’m not to put any pressure on my right arm for at least three weeks and even then I should not drive because I could jolt the healing fracture.”
“Well please don’t bolt on me when I confess this.”
Meredith perhaps wisely didn’t reply.
“I have developed a crush on you.”
She didn’t respond.
“I thought you’d be surprised?”
“Well I’m not. I’ve been conscious of the change in our relationship since we first met and I knew I was missing you when I was not here but none of that means any more than what I have stated. It would be crazy for us to allow it to escalate.”
“And so engaging in sex is not a consideration?”
“Indeed. That needed to be said and we both know that.”
Ryan said he accepted what the situation had to be but he’d still like to keep on meeting for lunch when convenient to her.
“I thought since my little lecture just then that you’d want nothing more to do with me?”
He snorted and said, “Well you got that wrong but that’s understandable because you are used to talking at your husband’s level.”
A wee smile sneaked on to her face.
Ten days later the HR manager Mrs Button called Ryan to her office.
“Am I receiving my termination notice?” he said cheerfully.
“You can take it from me that you are viewed as one of the good guys around here… always cheerful, always ready to work and you deliver good results and take pride in what you do.”
“You don’t know much about the complexities of IT do you Mrs Button? It makes me feel I’m reaching out into the Universe.”
“You rude young man,” she laughed. “I know how to work the TV controls and I get sense out of my computer. But we are not here to talk about IT. We have been casting around for a driver to take Mrs Reid to London for a three-day seminar and to carry items for her to and from business sessions and to run errands for her so she avoids getting her healing wrist bumped.”
“But why me?”
“You asked so don’t be upset when I tell you.”
Oh god, Meredith has specifically asked for him, Ryan scowled. Now they’d be under suspicion.
“I said we have been casting around. It has been decided because you only started here recently and Helen our office manager says she can manage without you for a few days and that makes you our most expendable person to carry out this mission.”
“Oh thank you Mrs Button for being so sensitive in giving me that bad news.”
“Call me Elizabeth young man. I really like you.”
“I might be too young for you.”
“God and don’t I know it. Well do you accept? If it’s yes I’ll give you the preliminary briefing and inform Mrs Wilson we have found an amateur chauffer for her. I suggest she’ll really like you because she’s also a free spirit.”
“Eh, what’s that?”
“People have various definitions about that. In my view they are people who are liberal nonconformists with an open mind who aim to be happy.”
“Gee I like the sound of that.”
“And so you should Ryan. As they say, if the cap fits wear it.”
“Who are they?”
“Oh dear off you go; I’m too busy to chat idly all day.”
“But I’m young and have to learn.”
Elizabeth patted his shoulder and murmured yes of course.
Meredith approached the table next day smiling.
“I was bowled over when told you would be the one taking me to London. I’m delighted.”
“Did you set it up?”
“Definitely not.”
“Will you tell your husband they found somebody to drive you and play minder and be errand boy?”
“I’ve told him already and he said he was delighted because he was expecting to have to take the role. He asked who were you and I told him and he said ah the new whizz in IT.”
“Did he use that word whizz?”
“Yes. All department heads send him weekly reports.”
“Um will I have to buy new underwear for you?”
She almost giggled but said, “No because I’ll buy it before we go to London.”
“Why buy it?”
“To impress you but don’t get your hopes up.”
“But I’ve never seen your underwear.”
“But you will in London because we’ll share a suite. You’ll have your own room of course. At home I tend to walk around in my lingerie.”
“What to attract attention from your husband?”
“You know a little too much for being one so young. My husband will miss me while I’m away.”
“Why?”
“Omigod… or is that a tease?”
“Well spotted.”
She smiled and he looked at her breasts and looked back up to find her looking at him expressionlessly.
“How often do you have sex?” he asked and Meredith, not acting her age, sighed extravagantly and pulled her forefinger across her throat and he grinned.
She failed to conceal it. He could see she enjoyed his attention, especially the provocation.
* * *
The car was a BMW 3 series sedan, the same as all other senior department heads. It was fairly new, tight and handled beautifully.
She stretched and said, “I feel like I’m off on my honeymoon.”
“Good for you. Do you mind me talking to you intimately?”
“No.”
“Will we have sex?”
“No.”
Undeterred the 24-year old asked, “Does that mean possibly no, probably no or definitely no?”
“God what is this, the Spanish Inquisition?”
“A straight answer would be appreciated.”
“Christ Ryan, I’m forty one and you are twenty-four. Figure it out.”
“Lust knows no age boundaries.”
“Oh, and so it’s now developed into lust?”
“Is this the Spanish Inquisition?”
She sighed and then smiled and said, “We should arrive outside the hotel in 90-plus minutes. Do you think we could have ninety minutes without talking sex?”
He licked his top lip and threw the challenge: “Do you masturbate?”
“What a question to ask an older woman. The answer is yes. Do you?”
“Yes and here’s a good question to give you rosy cheeks. While we are at the hotel will you allow me to masturbate you?”
“Ryan I’ll be definite. There is no way that will happen and don’t even think about making that disgusting thought a reciprocal request. You seem to overlook the fact I’m someone else’s wife.”
He sat silently for a few moments but didn’t appear to be sulking. Then just as she relaxed and closed her eyes he said confidently, “Actually it would be preferable to dive straight into sex?”
Her eyes flew open and she countered, “Yes if I were with my husband but with you? Don’t even think about it.”
He surprised her by dropping that conversation. “Give me your potted history Meredith, starting from the beginning.”
Meredith said she knew the quickest route to the hotel and directed him but even that route was slow. The 90-plus minutes had become 134 minutes by the time they stopped outside the hotel.
The porter left the room after placing Meredith’s bags as directed and Ryan stood holding on to his one wheelie bag and his suit bag.
Meredith looked at him as if asking what?
“I was waiting for an offer.”
“Hmmm,” she said faking it. “My mother has a tendency to say to her friends, ‘Meredith is such a nice girl’. In keeping with Meredith’s desire to be a nice girl, you take the left bedroom and I’ll take the one straight ahead.”
“Aw.”
“Ryan grow up; what else did you expect me to say? And please could you attempt to converse more like an adult rather than acting like an over-sexed brat who views the world as something that revolves around his penis.”
Ryan said sourly, “How do adults converse.”
“You are an adult Ryan, you should know. Talk at the level of a discussion about the Phoenicians.”
“Okay tell me what you know about the social mores of leading Phoenician families?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“To comply with that request you just made although you’ve consistently given me the impression you relate best to me when we talk sex.”
“That is absolute bullshit and your know it.”
“Very well, answer my question about the Phoenicians.”
“No.”
He challenged why not?
“Christ Ryan, why did you have to ask me that? I know nothing about the Phoenicians.”
He grinned.
She scowled.
She saw his grin and smiled.
“You’re crafty Ryan. You took that opportunity to set me up. Do you really want to share my bed?”
“Yes with no strings attached. Think about it Mrs Reid. You are into your forties and the clock is ticking. In my opinion, and you might not agree with this, you became attracted to me on that first day we had lunch together and there was something about me, probably my openness and slightly confrontational manner that interested you, perhaps reminding yourself how you were at my age.”
“I have been thinking about it hence my invitation that you have been squeezing me to climb off the fence. And yes the clock is sticking and yes I have a strong desire for some robust sex. It has been disappearing from my life and you may have noticed my husband looks rather weary these days.”
“Meredith I still can’t believe I’m the guy who got the job to accompany you here. I bet they really tried to find a female but somehow the coin flipped in my direction. I regard it as a miracle.”
“I don’t know about being a miracle… I just regarded it as unbelievable. I made no representations on your behalf. Aren’t we lucky?”
“Yeah you may have been paired with one of the office clerks to fuck.”
“But they are all females.”
He laughed and the penny dropped for her and she shook her head and said, “Is there no limit to your sexual fantasies?”
“What would you like to drink Meredith?” he smiled, walking to the fridge.
They both chose white wine.
Ryan sat sipping and, displaying maturity, waited patiently for Meredith to switch fully to her new role of adulteress.
She asked for another wine and he felt he needed a bit of a boost at well.
He looked towards the bedroom door a couple of times but Meredith appeared not to view that as a hint. But she finally said, “Ryan the time has come to remove my panties to allow me to introduce you to a part of me.”
Ryan left his remaining wine and bent over the supine Meredith.
They didn’t kiss or fondle.
Ryan reached under her dress to grasp the side of her panties and at the same time Meredith lifted her butt and he looked at her.
“Here’s the countdown. Ten, nine, eight, seven…”
Her face was flaming.
“…six, five, four…”
“Omigod, count faster,” she wheezed.
“… three, two, one… oh crap. I’ve lost my grip.”
“Ryan!” she yelled.
“Oh here we go.”
She convulsed and sighed deeply.
He grinned, knowing what that was about.
Ryan slipped off the high-cut blue panties with a new damp spot and sniffed them at the crotch and watched her deep blush return.
He said pompously, “For a guy ready to fuck, I can say your pussy smells just great based on the evidence submitted by these panties.”
“Oooh,” said Meredith, quite relaxed now that she’d climaxed and she was fully into the mind-set of an adulteress.
Ryan dropped to his knees, expecting to have to spread her knees, but they were already spread widely and she’d shunted forward to lift and present a freshly shaven and swelling vulva to him, a slightly dripping vulva.
He thought what more could a guy ask for.
“Ryan,” she said, with some urgency.
He shook his head to jettison superfluous thoughts and got down to business (or to express it more romantically, to administer his affection and caress the lotus that represented the very heart of her sexuality).
He parted her protruding outer lips and she trembled.
Ryan slid his tongue along from the bottom of the lips and, rather carelessly for someone only beginning to administer to the aroused Meredith, his tongue flicked across the clitoris and she gasped and repeatedly shuddered.
“Omigod, what’s happening to me?” she asked, sounding bewildered as if having this form of sexual stimulation to the vulva was unfamiliar to her. That couldn’t be, surely?
She dug deeply and hauled out a breast and began squeezing it and dabbed her tongue several times to lick over the aroused nipple.
“Ryan,” she said in a tone indicating rising panic, “Insert into me, please do it. Now!”
Well why mess around when a lady was bleating for the full works?
Ryan stood and dropped his pants and briefs.
Meredith’s eyes opened hugely when she saw the ugly red and purple head of his erection and murmured weakly, “Omigod you’re sooo big.”
Of course that unintended compliment made it thicken a little more.
Ryan spat on his hand to wet his dick and pushed in, and slipped in easily.
“Gee you’ve big.”
“Ryan,” she said, horrified.
He recovered hastily and said, “I like them big. My older sister Janice is big.”
“Omigod,” Meredith bleated and pulled him down and rammed her tongue into his mouth and that served to trigger Ryan into banging her.
After they both ejaculated less than ten seconds apart and Ryan lay with his dick still inserted, Meredith scolded, “You weren’t wearing a condom.”
“You didn’t hand me one.”
“So I’m to blame?”
“Pass.”
“God you are a sneaky toad.”
They kissed like lovers and after a brief rest she said, “I’ll climb up on the sofa and you take me doggy.”
“Gee look at the mess we are making on the sofa.”
She said to ignore it. The sofa was leather and would clean easy.
“Play with my tits while you’re banging me and don’t worry if you feel me massaging my clit. I want to cum big time,” Meredith said. “I really glad you have passed through the talking stage and are now doing it.”
“Me too. Can I stick a finger up your butt as we progress.”
“Ryan!”
“What?”
“Oh it’s just conservative me. Go ahead if you wish and even try two fingers but don’t force it unduly.”
“So you sometimes insert two fingers?”
She sighed and grunted yes.
Later they went down for a snack but registered for the seminar first, Ryan being registered as an accompanying person.
During the new two days or of presentations Meredith and Ryan didn’t return to the auditorium after morning coffee break because she felt like having more sex.
Meredith’s arm was not problem to her and of course she had to jerk Ryan with her left hand.
Although Meredith had finger movement with her right hand she found it easier for Ryan to remove/remover her earrings and necklace as required. They didn’t have sex in the bath and shower to avoid placing stress on her injured right arm. The most comfortable position for sex for Meredith was modified Missionary with her ankles over Ryan’s shoulders to provide maximum penetration.
During the journey home mid-morning on Monday, Meredith said that was her first ever naughty weekend and she’d enjoyed it immensely.
She continued sounding sad, “Alas that rumble this morning was the finale for us because we can’t afford to carry on because we’ll be caught out if we do with disastrous consequences for us both.”
“Yeah sure, it’s risky business isn’t it?
Meredith and Ryan still had lunch in the café at least three times a week but they no longer talked about sex when alone. Her right wrist had regained strength and the fracture had healed well, according to the surgeon.
Two months on from that naughty weekend, Ryan was called to the meeting room in the foyer where an attractive woman about his age waited and looked a bit nervous.
“Good morning, I’m Amanda Sutton. I dropped in to talk to Aunt Meredith and after our chat she brought me down into this room and said there was someone she wished me to meet. She went over to reception I guess to ask them to call you.”
“I guess she wants us to date?”
“What? And are you suggesting this was not prearranged by you two?”
“I had no knowledge of your existence Amanda.”
“Are you usually so forthright to talk about dating with someone you don’t know?”
“I often lunch here with your aunt. If you are only half the person I think she is I’d be pleased to meet you.”
“She’s my favourite aunt. Mom has three other sisters. Oh and dad has two sisters as well.”
“I suspect you might be her favourite niece. Now please allow me to tell you about myself.”
“No it’s fine. You are dressy and appear well-mannered and well-manicured I see. I’ll give you my home address and you may come to dinner tonight. It’s my turn to cook as so I won’t have to enquire if there’s enough food for a short notice dinner guest. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“My boyfriend dumped me last week and I think this is the reason why Aunt Meredith called me in to see her today. She took me out to lunch and I thought it was odd asking me to return to the office with her. I’m already feeling comfortable with you. Well Ryan does anything of that change your mind.”
“Not at all. Do you enjoy having sex Amanda?”
She smiled. “I’m feeling very comfortable with you Ryan. I suspect you are my kind of guy.”
(((The End)))
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