MR BYNUM
Coco, this isn't my own personal story, but the confessions of one
of my closet friends. She asked me to send it to you in hopes you
would post it. Thanks C & B.
My story begins forty years ago and though time has passed, the thrill of the affair has not dimmed one bit. I suppose this is because this was my one and only time to stray from my marriage vows.
I was in my early twenties and Bob and I had been married several months at the time. I was private secretary to the head of a small manufacturing firm. Mr. Bynum was a man in his mid fifties who seemed to have a happy home life and always conducted himself as a gentleman around the office. That is, until this particular rainy afternoon. It was close to quitting time and he had allowed the rest of the office personnel to leave early due to the bad weather, but asked if I'd stay a few minutes as he had a letter to dictate that had to go out early the next day. This request did not seem unusual to me and I gladly agreed.
I noticed he had locked the front door and went back into his office, so I got my pad and followed him into the office and took my chair across the desk and waited for the first line of dictation. I could tell Mr. Bynum was extremely nervous this day and wondered what the problem might be. He began asking questions about Bob, knowing I was almost a newlywed and that I was devoted to my new husband. After a few questions, he began to open up about his own home life which as it turned out was not nearly as happy as I had supposed. It was the classic situation of "My wife doesn't understand me."...but my being so young and innocent at the time, I really felt pity for him. I won't go into all the detail of his unhappy home life as it has little to do with the story. We never did get around to the letter he had mentioned that day and at the normal quitting time he bid me good night and we both headed home, but not before he came around from behind the desk and as I stood up, he took me in his arms and held me close. I have to admit the close body contact with my boss did cause a tingle and as he held me, his hands began to wander down my back and I felt his strong hands as they cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me into him. I could feel the stiffness of his Cock through his pants rubbing my pubic area. Honestly, I didn't know if I should be offended or just what to do. I sure didn't need any help in my Sex life as Bob was keeping me fucked and sucked every day of the world. Here I was in the arms of my Boss and sure didn't want to offend him by acting like a prude. This all happened before the rules on sexual harassment became so strong and a young girl in my shoes, in need of a job could overlook such advances. So I returned his hugs with some of my own and I suppose he could tell I was Horny from my deep breathing and trembling body. We kissed passionately and I loved his tongue as it entered my mouth and returned his kiss with some tongue of my own.
I had some mixed emotions on the way home that night. One part of me cried out that I was a wanton Slut who was being unfaithful to a devoted husband, while the tingle in my pussy told me in no uncertain terms that Mr. Bynum was going to be enjoying my pussy before much longer.
Next morning just after my husband had left for work, there came a knock on the front door. When I answered there stood Mr. Bynum who said he was in the neighborhood and thought I might like a ride to work. It had been my custom to take the bus to work, so I thought...what a nice gesture. I had on my robe when I'd answered the door and told him I'd be ready in a jiffy. I'd already had my bath and had on my undies and slip so I only had to slip into a dress. Just as I started to pull the dress on over my head, I became aware that I wasn't alone in the bedroom. I glanced in the mirror to see Mr. Bynum standing in the bedroom door with his fly open and massaging an enormous Cock. This took me by surprise and I let out a scream which must have shook Mr. Bynum back into reality for he immediately zipped his pants up and started to apologize profusely. I finished dressing and little was said on the ride to work. That evening, I rode the bus.
For weeks after that it was strictly business in the office and Mr. Bynum never made any more advances. To be perfectly honest, I rather wished he would. I loved the attention from this older strange man. Then a few weeks later he asked if I'd like a ride home? I would and he drove me home several times a month, but always straight home and not a hint of anything sexual.
Then one evening after a rather nerve wracking day in the office, he asked if I'd like a drink. This happened on a day when I knew Bob was working late and wouldn't be home until around ten, so I said, Why not, and we stopped at a little cocktail lounge a few blocks from my home. When we went in it was rather dark in the place and only four or five customers, as it was early evening. We took a booth near the back and I eased into the seat and Mr. Bynum sat across from me. We ordered a cocktail and sipped it slowly, then another. Well, let me tell you, liquor and I do not mix well at all. By the time I was half way through with the second drink, I was getting giddy and I could tell my inhibitions were getting really loose.
I suppose it was the liquor talking, but I heard myself say..."I'm lonesome over here all alone, why don't you join me?" Mr. Bynum smiled, got up and moved in beside me. We sat for a few minutes in silence as I couldn't believe I was being so bold. Then I placed my hand on his leg and sort of gave his leg a squeeze. He responded with a hand on my leg and as he touched my thigh, I spread wide for him. He then reached down to the hem of my skirt and slowly but surely pulled my skirt and slip upward and rested his hand on my mound which at this point was on fire. I then followed his lead and eased my hand up along the inside of his thigh until I felt the head of that beautiful Cock. I held the head and even through his pants I could feel it throb. He whispered, "You'd better be careful, you are going to make it explode." Well, little did he know that, that was exactly what I had in mind, but not here in this booth and not in his pants. I asked if he would mind if I unzipped his pants and took it out? He glanced around the lounge to see no one was paying the least bit of attention to us and sort of leaned back. I unzipped his fly and reached in and found my way through the opening in his shorts and pulled it free. He again cautioned me that it wouldn't take much for it to shoot off. So, I sat and just caressed it very gently for several minutes. Then an urge hit my loins and I think I would have died if I had not given in to it. I found myself wanting to put my mouth on it so badly, my throat actually hurt. I asked him if he would mind if I kissed it? He wouldn't and I did. I looked around to again see that we were being ignored and leaned over and kissed the head of his Cock and eased just the head past my lips and gave it a nice tongue lashing. He pushed me away, saying....why don't we get out of here and go some place more comfortable? I agreed and said....why not my place? Bob is working late and we will be alone. Five minutes later we were at my home and two minutes after entering the door, we were in the bedroom and clawing at each others clothes. We stood naked facing each other and holding each other tight. His hands were giving my ample tits a workout while I concentrated on his Cock and balls. He had nice big balls, just the kind I like. I love it when a set of balls swing free and bump my ass as I'm being fucked. "May I kiss them?" "Sure." With that I knelt and took his entire Cock down my throat. Usually I have to work up to a deep throat job and let my throat muscles relax, but this time I was ready and it slipped past my lips and down my throat with ease. It no more than hit bottom that it exploded with a gush of hot cum that almost choked me, but I did manage to swallow and eased the Cock out enough for a breath of air and proceeded to suck it dry.
He apologized for cumming so quick, but I put him at ease by telling him that this was exactly the way I wanted it. Now we could relax and get down to some real fucking as we had taken the edge off the horny Prick and could now relax and really enjoy it.
As I lay spread eagle on the bed, he admired my body and stroked it with tender sensuous hands, telling me all the things a woman loves to hear. He told me how long he'd been lusting over me and how many times he'd gone home and jacked off while thinking about my body. How in the office he would sneak peeks at my boobs and thighs as I sat at my desk and how he would day dream that one day he would eat my pussy for hours on end while I flooded his mouth with my sweet cum juices.
Now this kind of talk has an effect on me. I find myself aroused with each precious word and before I knew what I was saying...I blurted out..."I want you to FUCK ME NOW." Mr. Bynum got up and stood by the bed and said...OK get it hard again, I"m not a young man anymore. I took his delicious Prick in my mouth and within thirty seconds I felt it swell inside my mouth. Then he pushed me backwards on the bed and said....you have me ready, now let me get you ready...and he knelt by the side of the bed, pushed my legs up and back and held me in that position while he feasted on my pussy. He probed deep with his tongue touching the G Spot, then he would lick and suck the clit, then back deep inside fucking my Cunt with his long hard tongue. I lost track of how many times I'd cum. He then asked if I had any condoms as he had failed to bring any, not knowing he was going to be this lucky. This was back in the days when guys wore rubbers to avoid getting the girls pregnant more than for disease control. I'd not had any children at this point and surely didn't want to get pregnant, especially not by any man other than Bob.
So, I found a pack of Bobs condoms in the dresser drawer and gave one to Mr. Bynum....Here, let me roll it on, I heard myself saying. Boy that liquor was still having its effect.
For the next hour I was his Slut and he was my stud horse.
The following Saturday he asked if I'd like to go to lunch at this nice Greek restaurant, then help him with some office reports for an hour or so in the afternoon? I would and I did. We got to the restaurant which was a really classy place just after the lunch crowd was gone. He ordered us each a Brandy Alexander which is a powerful drink. After the waiter brought the drinks and left I noticed Mr. Bynum had the large menu resting in his lap. Our backs were to the wall. As I looked closer, I saw that his Cock was out and at full mast hidden by the menu so that only I could see it. It looked so delicious, it was all I could do to keep from leaning over and taking it in my mouth. We were well hidden by a long white tablecloth and he took my hand and brought it over into his lap and I took a handful of rock hard Prick. I held it only for a moment and then decided we'd better order and let him calm down. We enjoyed a nice meal and one more drink then headed back to the office which was closed on Saturday. The balance of the afternoon was a repeat of the session in my bedroom. We fucked on the desk, in the chairs, on the floor, standing, sitting, me on top, him on top, doggie fashion. Every position seemed better than the one before and to put it mildly, it was a cum filled afternoon. This time Mr. Bynum supplied his own condoms. The two drinks had taken effect and as I stood holding some reports, Mr Bynum approached from the side and gave me a hug, then skillfully put his foot between my legs and eased me to the floor. I was still woozy from the drinks, but not too tipsy to not remember every thrilling detail of what happened that afternoon. I even remember the spot we made on the carpet with our love juices leaking out of my Pussy and onto the floor. When it was over he spent the better part of an hour cleaning the spot to remove the evidence. From that day forward, I could not enter that office without glancing at the spot and remembering what a wonderful time we'd had there.
There were many such sessions in the office. I was addicted to his Cock I suppose. I became his Whore. Anytime he wanted me, I was available and we fucked and sucked each other silly for several months.
It had now become routine for Mr. Bynum to drive me home every day and some days we would stop for one drink, then play a little in the parking lot if no one was around. Without fail he would take his Cock out and stroke it as we drove and of course I would lend a hand. I remember this one evening, I had on pretty white gloves and as I stroked his Cock, he lost it and came all over my clean gloves. This sort of upset me as I had to hurry home and wash the cum out of them before Bob came home.
Another time we were in his office and I was sitting on his lap facing him with his prick embedded in my pussy. He was in his big executive chair and it was quite comfortable sitting there riding his hard. He confessed that he had not had a hard on at home in years, but that the slightest though of sex with me would bring on an instant stiff one. I considered this a compliment. As I rode his hard he gently lifted one and then the other of my tits to his mouth and sucked like a baby. I liked that. I have sensitive nipples and love to have my tits handled. I do believe I could get a climax from nothing more than the man sucking my tits provided he sucked long enough. I've come close a few times with Bob sucking me, but he always stopped too soon. This time Mr. Bynum was giving me long deep strokes as I sat there in his lap. It felt so damn good to feel that big head as it hit bottom and those huge balls cushioning my ass. I think we both came at the same exact moment that day and the rubber must have broken, for we spent the next several minutes cleaning ourselves up as well as a cum soaked chair.
During this extended affair, I had pangs of guilt on the one hand. Bob was such a wonderful guy and so very attentive to my every need. He gave me everything, including plenty of Sex. He worked hard and took overtime every chance he had in order to make life easier for both he and I. I never once allowed my office affair to interfere with my Sex at home. I made sure Bob got all he wanted and at anytime day or night. To be perfectly honest, my two lovers really seemed to compliment each other. I'd leave the office after being played with or fucked and head home with a nice horny on and practically rape poor old Bob. Of course Mr. Bynum knew about Bob and knew that I was a devoted wife. He never once asked me to leave Bob and seemed relieved that I had no interest in him other than his Cock on a regular basis. He already had a mistress that worked in the office also. It is a wonder we were able to carry on our affair without her suspecting, but she never did. We were super discreet with the whole thing and never gave any hints the we were more than Boss and Secretary. He mentioned the word Mistress to me only once and I laughed and said...I think not. He mentioned a sizable amount of cash hidden in a safety deposit box that would keep us comfortable should I agree to running away with him. Looking back, I'm glad I kept my wits about me. While he was a good lover, he wasn't in the same class with my Bob. To him I was a fresh young piece of delicious pussy. To Bob, I was a wife and soon to be Mother of his two boys which we both adore.
When our affair ended after a few months and I decided it was fun while it lasted, but all things must end and so did my affair with the Boss.
When I'd leave the office at five to head for the car, I'd know I'd been fucked. My pussy would be tender and while it had been in a battle, it would still be tingling. I would take it home to Bob and take a turn at being HIS Slut for the evening.
If I must say so myself, I turned a lot of heads back then. I was slim and trim and with an attitude that made the men all turn for a second look. I knew I had something that was in demand and I had two men who adored me.
A few months after I ended the affair and gave Mr. Bynum back to his Swedish Mistress, I began having pangs of guilt. I really fell into a deep depression and thought...you silly oversexed Whore, you've fucked up a really good marriage to a wonderful man. What a Dope. Bob and I were still having wonderful Sex, but each time he'd fuck me, I'd get those guilt feelings and sometimes I'd even cry during our sex. He couldn't imagine what the trouble was and put it down to my being a sensitive female.
Finally I made up my mind that I couldn't carry this guilt feeling for the rest of my life so I decided to have true confession time and if it meant a divorce then so be it. I had no one to blame but myself and an itching pussy. Bob and I had planned a vacation trip to Florida and I thought the time might be right somewhere along the way during that trip, but the time never seemed just right. We had a wonderful vacation and did all the tourist things that tourists do along with some wonderful sex. I had often wondered if Bob had noticed any difference in my love making since I was also fucking another man. If he did he never mentioned it.
Then when we got home, we slept late the next morning and Bob woke me with a nudge of his hard Cock. We were both laying on our backs and I was in a position where he could get his Cock in me and slow fuck me while we both rested He placed a finger on my clit which I love. I like a gentle finger on my clit when I'm fucking and in this position it is easy.
I finally made up my mind....this may be two years down the drain....or it may be the cement that holds this marriage together forever. I blurted it out..."Bob, I've got to tell your something...I've had an affair with my Boss, Mr. Bynum. Just saying the words made me feel better right away. I had no idea what Bob's reaction might be. He might be Mad as hell, or hurt, or any number of emotions, none of them good. We lay there in silence for maybe ten minutes. I wanted him to say something, but I kept quiet while he seemed to be thinking it over. Finally at long last he said...is that so? Why don't you tell me about it?
I related the story to him just as I've told it to you. Every detail, every thrust of a hard Cock, every taste of another mans cum, every moment of truth as I recalled those many wild naughty days in the office and the blow jobs in the car on the drive home. I figured if I'm going to tell it, then I'd tell it all and that way he wouldn't have to keep coming back at me every time we had a spat and throwing it up to me.
His reaction was not one of anger, nor even of disappointment. As I told the story, I could feel him getting excited and the more I told, the more excited he seemed to get. He kept asking for little details and seemed interested in the positions and the locations of our little fuck and suck parties. Did, I suck Mr. Bynum off to completion and did I swallow his cum? Was his Cock as big as Bobs. How long was it, How was it shaped? I answered every question truthfully including, was it as good with him as with me?....Yes, it was. No need to lie. I was his willing Whore and he brought out the SLUT in me like no man had ever done before. He taught me Cock Worship and I did Worship his Cock and Balls. There was no hint of Love in the affair with Mr. Bynum. It was pure raw sex and nothing more, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.
Then I asked the question that had been on my mind for weeks now.....Do you want a Divorce? If you do, I'll give you one and fade out of your life. You deserve something better than I've given you and I fully understand.
It seemed like an eternity before Bob answered. NO, BABY, no Divorce for us. I love you and I don't care if you've fucked a hundred guys, you are still the most important thing in my life and I intend to keep you forever. Why throw away a good marriage just because you answered Natures call and fucked some guy?
With that he rolled over on top of me and put a hard Cock into me and I don't think I've ever seen him any hotter. I met his every stroke and for some reason Sex seemed better than ever now that the truth was out.
Since that one time, I have not strayed from my marriage bed, but I must say that my brief affair has given both Bob and I the fuel for many good Sex Parties since then. We talk about the affair easily and there is no sign of jealousy from Bob. In fact the thought of other men fucking me seems to turn him on and we often talk of just that. I love playing this game with him and we find a lot of pleasure in letting our fantasies run wild and even border on the Kinky. I'm glad I told it now and our Sex is perfect.
I was in the front yard playing with our two beautiful sons the day the hearse passed carrying Mr. Bynum to the local cemetery. For a brief few moments I was back sitting on his lap in the big chair with his Cock deep inside me. As the hearse faded out of sight, I came back to reality and looked at my two beautiful children and thought about how very fortunate I was to have two great kids and such an understanding husband. Not many around like old Bob..I think I'll keep him.....what is more, when he gets home tonight, I think I'll just fuck his ears off for being such a dear. If there is one man in the whole state who is perfectly contented Sexually, it is my Bob...and I intend to keep it that way.
Bob and I enjoy playing fantasy games when we have Sex now and we do get pretty wild. He'd love to see me Gang Banged by a group of men and I'd like to see him fuck another woman. Sometimes when we are really horny, he likes for me to call him Mr. Bynum as he plows my pussy. For some reason, I don't really understand, Mr. Bynum has become the catalyst that pushes the right button for Bob and the thought of those fucks so many years ago makes us both Hot. One night a few days after my confession, Bob whispered in my ear...I wish your Cunt was full of some other mans cum right now, so I could suck it out of you. I didn't say anything, but at that moment...I was wishing the exact same thing....
Oh, I think I forgot to mention.....Mr. Bynum was BLACK.
Not that it makes any difference. He was a beautiful human being and a Fucking Machine that made this White WHORE feel like a real Slut. I loved it then, and I love remembering it now. Thanks for listening.
KILROY WAS HERE
If you are looking for a good Suck and Fuck story, this isn't it, but I do find it an interesting tale, especially of those who are in my generation.
Several months ago one of our leading citizens in our town passed away. I'll call her Dora, not her real name. Dora was in her mid seventies when she died. Her husband is one of the leading political figures in the community and respected by all. Now, Dora was into everything that a prim and proper pillar of the community would be involved in. She was President of the PTA, a past President of the Garden Club, member of the Country Club, etc. She was very active in Church work and loved and respected by everyone in town. She had raised four beautiful children and was, at the time of her passing, a Grandmother and Great Grandmother to several offspring. You name it, if a program needed a leader, Dora was always at the head of the volunteer line. Her funeral was an event that drew a huge crowd with accolades from friends and family and one would have thought that she was surely destined for Sainthood.
A few weeks ago one of my nephews stopped in to visit and in the course of conversation he asked, "Aunt Betty, did you ever hear of an expression "Kilroy was here?" I assured him that I was familiar with the phrase, although I'd not heard it in years. I then proceeded to explain to him that this was a popular saying back during World War II and that the American G I's had spread it all over the world. Back in the forties one would see it everywhere in hand scrawled signs. It was the graffiti of our age. It was a fun thing and all the guys thought it was fun to spread the word. I doubt if there ever was a real Kilroy, but that fantasy person sure got a lot of coverage.
I then asked why he would ask such a question? My nephew who is in his late twenties, works as an embalmer in a local Funeral Home. I sat spellbound for the next twenty minutes as this story unfolded. "You remember Ms Dora who died a while back?" Yes, I remembered Dora very well. "Well, when we were preparing the body, we noticed what looked like a tattoo in her pubic hair. To see it better we shaved her hair and sure enough, it was a tattoo, and it read.."Kilroy was here."
Then they noticed two more tattoos, one on each thigh, high and near her crotch. One was a number that read 1944 and the other was three letters, WAC. None of this meant anything to my nephew and he was curious as to why a lady like Dora would have a tattoo and what did it mean? Finally it dawned on me. Little was known of Dora's past when she moved to town and married into society. Dora had been a member of the Women's Army Corps during the war, and I imagined that on a free wheeling evening after a few drinks, she decided to get herself a naughty Tattoo. I could visualize this young WAC out on the town with friends in Los Angeles, maybe on Main Street. The year was 1944 and she was proud of being a WAC. So, in a weak moment, she decided on a Tattoo.
My nephew hung on every word of what I was telling him. Of course, I may have it all wrong, but what I am thinking is the only explanation that makes any sense to me.
I've always said, everyone has a closet full of secrets that they wouldn't want the world to know about. Maybe Ms Dora had a past? I wonder just what it was? Of course I can never tell that I know this story. But for a nosey nephew, Dora might have taken her secret into the great beyond with her. Not that it matters one bit to me. I too have a few skeletons of my own that I would not want the world to know about. Surely her husband had seen the tattoos, but then again, maybe he never bothered to look that close. I know women who say their husbands have never seen them naked, and all their fucking was done in total darkness. I just thought this story was unusual and that you might get a kick out of it. We think we know people, just as people think they know us? We consider this an interesting closet.
Betty