I could have cried. I invited him back to mine but I lived almost 50 miles in the opposite direction so it wasn’t really feasible and so reluctantly...we gave in. Feeling a bit down I dropped him back to the cinema and we did that awkward ‘goodbye’ thing where neither of you really want to leave, both of you really want to kiss, and both of you are too scared to do either so you just say stupid things like, ‘So, errr, I guess I’d better get going.’ ‘Oh yeah, me too.’ ‘Well then I guess I’ll. I really, truly, and dearly loved my wife and doing what I was about to do would somehow really, truly fuck it all up. “Is there anything else?” I asked in a loving manner. “No” she said. “I’ll see you in a couple days, alright?” “Alright” I said. “Oh and I love you honey. Say hi to the kids and tell them I love them.” She said she would. And at that moment I knew what I had to do. I walked back into the bedroom. I looked at her. All of a sudden she looked like a really young woman like my. There was a much bigger plan here I was executing with precision. "Stand up, go get on the bed edge" I urged her as I took off my suit and hung it in the dresser unit. She sat on the edge of the tall goose down bed with her shoes nearly 2ft off the floor. A wild look in her eyes glared at me as she bit her bottom lip really hard, draging her top teeth over it slowly. Stepping up to her, I slap her clit a bit with the head of my cock prompting a "Yes yes....oooh yeah doo that" from the milfy. If there was more than a kiss, I’d expect to hear about it.’ Why am I letting my assistant getting away with talking to me like this? With me coming to the office late, I try to bulldoze through as much work as I can. I have Danielle get me a salad from the little restaurant downstairs and I eat at my desk. When one-thirty rolls around, she reminds me about my two o’clock meeting. Danielle was right, my meeting is with a friend. Actually, she’s my oldest friend. We go back to freshman year of.