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My Favorite Sexual Encounter Part 2  

RoftheT 53M  
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7/24/2021 7:48 pm
My Favorite Sexual Encounter Part 2


The things that happened that night in Maine were amazing and astounding. Top 5 no doubt, but far and away 1 is something that happened a few weeks later.
After the Thursday Night/Friday morning session with Elise I had to leave, Bussiness part of conference was done and I didn't have family at the time and it was my drill weekend. So Elise woke me after a quick early AM nap by giving me a blowjob. (By the way she was amazing at that) but once I came she quickly shooed me the door with a request to be discreet about what had happened. I was already on thin ice at a job I hated but needed and I had just fucked the everyliving shit out of the wife of our biggest /supplier. That had not been specifically laid out in my contract that I was not to do that but I was pretty sure it would have been covered by the general clause stating I was not to harm the realtionship with any .
I went away did my weekend warrior shit, shooting guns, and blowing stuff up and causing havoc (though I think that weekend all we did was clean weapons for an inspection and did dumb<b> team </font></b>building exercises, that we all just laughed at) . Sunday night I practiced my speach. Yes I do practice my speaches... Elise that was great that was wonderful, you are great and wonderful but yada,yada,yada thank you for asking to be discreet, I should have asked you. It was great, but lets never speak of it again.
I go in early monday Am, all ready to give the speech and it's on the top of my notepad. Elise is on vacation this week, I this person for this and that person for that and fuck. I sweat it for a week. A whole week, 7 days of torture, knowing that Elise is away with her husband Dan, whom I by the way love and respect, and I know that she loves and respects and they are away together on romantic trip to a Pacific Island (they had that kind of ) and well shit it might come , and Dan is good friends with the owner of my company, Dan doesn't particularly like owner of my companies who is now running it and is the guy whom I hate and hates already, but well shit is going to come . Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I go the whole week sweating it, if a is going to come in, it doesn't but then I spent the weekend woring about it. I was in a band the time and we played shows that weekend and the one guy in the band is actually the guy who got me the interview for the job and he knows Elise and Dan, and he noticed I was off all weekend and even though he was my best friend at the time, I couldn't say anything to him. He just noticed that I was off and told me to get my shit together.
So the next Monday rolls around and I am in full blown panic mode. I eventually talk to Elise and it's all business, like nothing happened. One , two calls, a third call, and finally on a fourth call of thge as I am arranging for one of there trucks to bring something over and return in the morning with some of our product, she adds in the end of the (which we both suspected my boss listened in on), "I told Dan everything, he wants to meet our house Friday night."
End of conversation, she hung up and that was that. I freak . Each that week she adds a new detail, like she gives her home adress in a voicemail. Her email about one product ends with, Dan's ok. I get a visit from Doug, who tells me at the end of of meeting "Oh by the way Dan and Elise said they will see you friday and not to worry." I get an email the next day, a list items then, Dinner 6 PM, made to like a typo in the footer. Next morning a voicemail, another list of shit, follwed by casual, don't bring anything.
So I get the idea Friday night Dinner thier house, 6 pm, casual dress, don't bring anything. So friday night I am in my best suit, picking up the most expensive bottle of wine I ever purchased, debating if I should run home and pick up a pistol of my gun safe to take with . I did have a 19 .45 pistol in the trunk in a safe but well they are big and I figure I can't hide that so bringing it in would be rude.
But anway I show up having Mapquested the directions (it was that long ago) and I go through the gate at 5:55 PM. I don't want to be late but I don't want to be too early. They were rich I knew that, but I pull up to a house after the gate and a final check of myself and I grab the bottle of wine and go knock on the door. House seems a bit modest for the grounds but still bigger than any house I've ever lived in... in a white T-shirt and jean shorts answers the door. I figure it's thier youngest home from college. Nope, it was the maid who informs me that this is the quarters and that she and the rest of the staff have the night off but Mister Dan and Missus Elise are expecting me at the Main house. I just need to keep going down the drive, over the hill and past the garage is the Main House. Yes they were that well to do. I am not one who gets intimidated by wealth, my HS GF went to a very exclusive on schollarship and all her friends were uber wealthy, and even my own HS had some uber forced to slum it, but this was beyond.
Pucker factor a on a 1- scale I arrive the front door of the main house. Elise answers the door in a simple sundress, very nice and well obviosly expensive but simple. "You are overdressed, and I told you not to bring anything."
But she is all smiles. Dan comes up to the door as well, in knakis and a polo shirt. He is also all smiles. Freaking me the fuck . He takes the bottle of wine and shakes my hand "come in Jimmy."
Like we are old friends who haven't seen each other in awhile, not like I am just the asshole who fucked the shit of his wife two weeks ago. I get the dime tour of the main floor, not really paying attention, just weirded and then we go sit in a formal dining room. Could easily seat or twenty but there are just three places set the one end. He makes a drink, Southern Comfort and coke, which is my drink of choice that he knew without asking and she starts bringing in food.
All the while he's telling stories about his days as a pro baseball player, and asking question about playing college sports myself. Like are just having a regular dinner party. I am freaking but the food is good the booze and the wine are floiwng and I think maybe, just maybe they are going to skip over the banging his wife thing and they are just weird and he wants to know more about and rich people do rich people shit, and I had heard stories that back in the Dan was a player himself and Elise had known about it and maybe we will just gloss over it.
Done with dinner I offer to help clean up the table and then Dan gets serious. "No Elise will clean up, we are going to go down to the pool and have a talk!" He did not get loud, he did not get forceful, but there was a definitive, I have spoken and that will happen quality to the statement. Mind you I had interacted with Dan many times and never seen him say anything or ever act like that. And well as for Elise, she was a dominant personality. She did not take commands she gave them.
I have an anti-authoritarian streak myself but I just noddded and followed Dan. It was a long walk from the dining room out of the house through the garden and down to a patio area next to a huge pool and a pool house. I making note that along the way there was a couple of concrete pads, and a sling shot device overlooking a large grass field surrounded by trees. Its a skeet shooting range so there are obviously shot guns around and my weapon is a pistol locked in my trunk . I had also noted that there was a state game preserve in the area and probably bordering this property.
I can see the headlines in to years Unidenified corpse found by hunters. Pucker factor which had dropped with all the booze and sweet talk had dropped but now jumped back up. Now a 20 of .
We sit a table next to the pool, its a cool spring evening but still enough that he suggests I take of my suit coat and tie. I do put them on the chair next to as he gets up and goes behind the bar fixes a couple of drinks. I then realized he had poured and elise all dinner but drank water himself.
Oh fuck.
He sets the drinks down and goes back and pulls a cigar box. "You want a Monte Cristo, or just want to smoke one of yours." I smoked the time. I thanked him and said I'd stick with what I had. He lights up, I light up. I notice that his cigar doesn't smell like tobacco.
"So, you and Elise?"
"Sir I am so sorry it was..." I start about to make my mea culpa and beg forgiveness. Figuring I would throw myself at his mercy and go from there.
He stops me. "I told her the night I meet you that she was going eventually going to fuck you, I think she waited so long just to spite me, so I couldn't tell her I told her so."


Wait, WHAT?
What the fuck was he talking about?
He goes on for a while , about how they have an open marriage, and her type and he doesn't mind he used to play around all the time , himself ,back in the and starts rambling on. And that goes on for a good long time, he's smoking his cigar (that I suspect is a blunt) , and telling me stories and anecdotes from the past and just a mess. And of course I am still worried that he's gonna pull a shotgun and blast and bury in the forest behind the property.
Eventually he gets to the point wher he goes, Elise is a big and she now in her fourties is reaching her sexual peak and if we want to do whatever he's cool with it, as he's older in his sixtes and can't keep up and he has health problems (He never specified what was wrong with him but he did go over some of his treatments, which were horrible) . Anyway , I start to mellow , helped along by several strong drinks he kept making and contact buzz from his huge blunt, and he even offers to for our hook-ups. He'll cover the of our dinners or lunches or whatever and even for the hotel rooms, specifing hotel rooms as Elise is a lady and not to take her to any dirty motels.
Then he drops this, there are two conditions ,one, I must be discreet, he does have business reputation to uphold, and two "every couple of weeks when feeling better, you need to preform in front of and do whatever I say!"
Wait, WHAT THE FUCK!....

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