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My Mistress- My Wife Part 1
I am in my late 50’s. I am a writer, a novelist, I have sold some stories to the movies and TV and, while I am not in the same league as Sorkin or Clancy, I make a comfortable living. I got divorced when my children moved out of the house, there was nothing holding us together, and the sex was either lousy or nonexistent. I moved west, picked up 400 acres with a private lake, and went about my writing in privacy.
I did not even realize that I was lonely until I met Miss Eve at a reading that I did. Miss Eve was young enough to be my daughter, and looked as though butter would not melt in her mouth. She was 10 inches shorter than me, was petite ( I was overweight) blue eyed and gorgeous. The “Miss Eve” started as a joke, as she was a kindergarten teacher, and told me to call her Miss Eve, as that was what her students called her. She said this with a big smile, she looked so young and happy, that I was happy to oblige. In return, when I pleased her, she said that I was her “good little boy.” I was flattered. I hadn’t been a little boy in 50 years, and I don’t know if I was ever a “good” little boy, but I was glad to make “Miss Eve” happy, as I delighted in her company and in her innocent smile.
I took her out for a drink after the reading. We spoke, we joked, I had a delightful time. When it grew late, I drove her home and Miss Eve invited me in for a nitecap. It was almost 40 years since I went out on a date. As we continued our relationship, my friends kept telling me that Eve was looking for a father figure. Not so. Eve made me feel young, because she treated me like a young boy. As I started to kiss her, she said that I should ask her permission. When I write it in black and white it sounds ridiculous, but that not how it sounded at the time. It sounded friendly and flirtatious. So I asked permission to kiss Miss Eve. And so we kissed for 15-20 minutes. A man my age, necking!!! I felt so young, so good! I was determined to see Miss Eve often in the future. I asked to see her on Friday Night. She agreed and I went to my car with the biggest grin I can remember. It was two hours from the city to my home and it was late, so instead of driving I stayed in a hotel. I could afford it.
Another thing I could afford was a small furnished apartment that would afford me privacy with Miss Eve. Hotel rooms were a cheap and tawdry place to invite a woman, so I called a couple of Real Estate agents and found a beautifully furnished one bedroom in a luxury development, with its own gym, pool and tennis courts. Now I had a suitable place to entertain Miss Eve.
So come Friday Night, we did the town. An early dinner, then a show, not Broadway, but the local college had a good theater program, then drinking and dancing. Then I invited Miss Eve to see my new apartment. “I thought you lived in a lakefront property in the middle of nowhere.” I did not want to say that I just took this place to have some place where I could be with her, that seemed to be getting well ahead of myself, so I just said that I wanted to have someplace in town for when I wanted to be in town.
And so our relationship began. She was the Kindergarten teacher, and I was the little boy, who wanted to please my Miss Eve. I asked Miss Eve for permission to kiss her on the lips. After a few minutes of that, I boldly asked for permission to kiss her beautiful breasts. Miss Eve asked why I wanted to do that. After a brief pause, I answered that I wanted to give her pleasure. Miss Eve said that she would allow me to kiss her breasts if my goal was to give her pleasure. She then instructed me, as if I were really a kindergarten child, on how to unbutton and remove her blouse, and how to remove her bra. Then I was in heaven. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, a little large for someone so petite, 34c I would later learn. Her nipples were large and responded readily as I kissed and sucked each one in turn.
Her breasts were extremely sensitive. I could tell she was enjoying my kisses as her breathing changed, first growing deeper and more relaxed then more rapid and shallow. Her color changed as she flushed all over. She kept moaning, good boy, good boy, as I continued. She was heaving and rolling, as I continued to kiss and suck, alternating between each wonderful breast. Finally, she came, just from my kissing her breasts. She said good job, little boy, you did well. She motioned me away and said she needed to rest.
I waited a few minutes until her breathing grew normal, then I asked Miss Eve if I could please her by kissing her lower lips. Miss Eve replied that was not possible. I must have looked very disappointed, because Miss Eve immediately ran her hand through my hair and said she would show me why. With that she took her purse and instructed me to follow her to the bathroom. She removed her skirt and panties and I saw her naked for the first time.
She was flawless, slim hips, angling to a hairless pussy. She could have been 10 years old. Then I saw that she was older. I saw a string hanging down from between her legs. I had never seen that before. My ex had never mentioned her period. When it came, she said she had a headache and gave me THE LOOK, that said “What kind of idiot are you anyway?” But here Miss Eve was showing me that she was having her period. I found it so sexy, my cock was so big and hard, it almost poked a hole in my pants. Then Miss Eve went even further. “Little boy,” she said “why don’t you pull on the string, and I will show you why I cannot let you kiss my lower lips.” So I removed her bloody tampon. She indicated I was to dispose of it in the toilet, then quickly removed a fresh one from her purse and taught me how to insert it between her legs into the depths of her womanhood. She again told me that I was a very good boy. She asked me to leave her for a few minutes and when she came out she was fully dressed.
“Next Friday night, I would like you to take me to your house in the middle of nowhere. I am off on Monday, so I can stay with you until Monday afternoon. Would you like that?” There was no need to ask twice. That was an offer that I could not refuse. Then Miss Eve through in a kicker. “Very well then, I will be your guest for the weekend, but you must be a good little boy until then.” Yes I’ll be a good little boy, I’ll do anything you want, how can I please you, whatever will make you happy. “I know,” said Miss Eve “how a little boy’s penis gets hard, and the little boy likes to stroke it and ejaculate. Well, my good little boy,” said Miss Eve, gently stroking my cheek, “will do no such thing. You may stroke your penis and think of me if you wish, but under no circumstances are you to ejaculate without my permission. Is that understood?” ”Yes Miss Eve, I understand, I will be a good little boy and I will not ejaculate without your permission.” With that Miss Eve said that it was growing late and that I should take her home.
I don’t remember aching that way for a week. When I was young, I whacked off every day, whenever I felt the urge. When I got married, I fucked my wife when I could and whacked off when I couldn’t. As I got older, I slowed down, but I always had the option. As I drove Miss Eve home, I realized that I had not been this hard in at least 30 years. My balls ached. It was a good ache, but a powerful one, one that I would be conscious of all week, until Miss Eve allowed me to cum. Although it was painful, it was a good feeling, as I felt my manhood throb it made me conscious that although not as young as I once was, I was still a man.
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