" She looked into his beautiful brown eyes and ran her tongue along her top lip. "And for dessert I made your favorite, pecan pie." Sounds great." He ...aid. "I'll be in my office. Call me when it's ready." He turned and left the room.She stood there a few moments just staring after him. Had he forgotten? He wouldn't dare forget again and definitely not their tenth, or would he? No, not this time. He must be waiting till we sit down to eat or maybe after dinner. Snapping out of her trance she. I have so often heard that when a woman of my age gets herself into such uneasy situations.She also feels a certain amount of excitement, her increased libido being the reason. I had felt it, too, even until a few seconds ago. But, that very moment, it was all different.The enthusiasm had completely disappeared. Whatever little excitement I had, was completely gone. I felt none of it anymore. And, instead, it was all so easily replaced by fear.All I knew was that I was scared. I was scared like. I could actually see the bulge in my jeans nestled in the snug valley between them. As she opened each button she slid further down and I leaned my head back as my senses swirled in the headiness of throbbing music, lights, and the pure flesh of woman. My cock grew warm and I actually wondered if I had cum in my pants till I saw her breathing into the fabric of my jeans. She stood quickly and began to sway to the beat. Her hips dragging her torso left and right as her hands slid up and cupped. She then asked me if I thought she wouldn’t have other options. I was taken aback, and answered honestly when I told her she could have many options. I could tell she was a little tipsy, and she just kind of looked at me for a few moments. It was just enough time for me to think to myself how fucking sexy she really was. Just sitting there doing almost nothing, and she was lovely. I felt bad for her having troubles with her husband. But I’d also never really seen them as a match. Then she.