The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative - Sex Stories

The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative

... I was not exactly sure how to move but had watched some adult films on our cable. I’m ashamed to admit I imitated what I had seen. Moving my hips and body the way the women had when they were on top of the men. It was very pleasurable but more than that it met something inside of me. An emotional connection had instantly developed and this was just a part of that link. We moved as one in a passionate long lovemaking session. My heart welled up with feelings, jumbled emotions of lust, love and guilt. I experienced the most intense orgasmic lovemaking of my life, united with the most extreme feelings ever. Feelings of tender love and extreme guilt jumbled together. When at last we finished after hours we again lay in each others arms. The next day was an agonizing ordeal that passed slowly in the blandest, most tedious manner. Clients and potential clients droned on about their needs while all I could think of was my own deep needs. All I wanted was Thurgood and to be with him. The horrid day bore on from tiresomeness to tedium with no end in sight. At last it was over and we rushed back to the hotel. Kissing and fondling like teenagers on a first date all the way back in the cab. Groping hands, wet willing mouths and undulating bodies contorted on the back seat of the yellow taxi while the driver watched in the mirror approvingly. Perhaps he had a small amount of jealousy. We ordered room service and fed each other like newlyweds. Quickly growing impatient we made love on ...

... the table with no regard to the food. The night was long, sweet and scorching. There was hardly any sleep that night. A few minutes slumber here or there then one or the other would awaken aroused and the whole thing started again. We made love until there was barely enough time to get ready to leave. That was when the change happened. As we rode back to the airport on the little bus, I kept touching him and he kept moving my hands from his body. He gave me stern looks of disapproval. Standing in line to board the plane he spoke softly in my ear. “Nothing happened on this trip. You will never speak of it to anyone and nothing will ever happen again.” The words stung my mind, but I realized the wisdom of his words. It had to end for you see working together with the feelings we had for each other would be impossible. Well, the feelings I had for him is probably more accurate. He was probably quite accomplished at this little game. Still I had no hard feelings about it. It is a sweet memory that I bring up almost daily. Never again did I cheat on my husband. While our love making improved with my newly found boldness in bed, it never reached the heights of those two nights. I kept my secret all these years. I will take my secret to my grave. When I think about it, I feel so very guilty, but I wouldn’t trade those sweet, passionate memories for anything. The death notice in the paper with Thurgood’s name flooded my heart with deep sadness. I fear I shall have a heavy heart for ...