She once felt the need to confess her sins to the local pastor, it went something like this:
I've never really enjoyed the few brief periods of fidelity in my life, being faithful is rather boring. It works for many women but not for me. The flip side is that I find faithful men very attractive, I swear that the more a man resists me the wetter I get.
Not many men can resist a women who is determined to have their manhood in them, there are some of course, but not many.
My first boss after college was also my uncle, my ******* sister's husband. He and my aunt are pillars of the community, regular church goers and devoted to each other. If I wore something to work that he thought was inappropriate he would suggest in his gentle manner that I go home to get changed.
At the office Christmas party I watched as he very deftly sidestepped an attempt by one of the women to kiss him and run her hand over his crotch. Another female colleague told me he's had many opportunities to cheat with staff but as far as she knew he'd never succumbed.
It wasn't the first time a man in his fifties had interested me but it was the first time I realised how much it excited me to think about seducing someone who didn't want to cheat. I waited until late in the evening so that my uncle had downed a few whiskey doubles.
I teased a lecherous colleague until he finally groped me. Making sure my uncle was close by, in a performance worthy of an Oscar, I feigned indignation, slapped his face and burst into fake tears. My uncle dismissed the poor sap on the spot.
My uncle found a quiet spot to comfort me and give me time to recover from my 'ordeal'. He sat on a couch and gestured for me to sit beside him. Still sobbing, I sat instead on the floor, with my head resting on his thigh. my short skirt high enough to give him a glimpse of my sheer panties.He stirred uncomfortably and tried to get me to stand up so I could sit on the couch. His efforts only served to move my head closer to his crotch.
Through the sobs I smiled to myself as, despite himself, his cock stiffened against my head.
I told my uncle how I had been harassed by that guy, how he had made it a squeeze to pass him, how he had groped my breasts and once put his hand up my dress. Every time I told my uncle something else I lifted my head, sobbed a bit more and gazed at him with puppy dog eyes. Then of course my head dropped back into his lap, my cheek resting on his hardness. It was all lies of course, the guy had never, apart from a few mild suggestive comments, done anything to offend me.
My uncle's breathing was getting heavy, his cock pulsed now and then under the slight motions of my cheek. He was fighting his urges and losing. I lifted my head once more and used the age-old hand, mouth and tongue gestures suggesting oral sex the guy had supposedly used. This time, when I dropped my head with wracking sobs, I was face down in my uncle's lap. With each sob my lips moved closer to the end of his shaft, my teeth teasing him through his trousers. With gentle pressure on the back of my head from his stroking of my hair I knew he he was ready.
He sighed as I deftly unzipped and released him. Before he could change his mind my mouth was over his glans, my tongue tasting the pre-cum oozing from him. His grip on my hair tightened as his manhood twitched. I went deep throat as he coated my tonsils, swallowing his seed as I worked his cock in my mouth, pulling him out only once to wipe his juices on my blouse as I looked him in the eye. He started to get hard again as I jerked and sucked him. I stood, lifted my skirt and guided his head toward my wet cunt.
He eased my panties over my thighs. I stepped out of them, picked them up and rubbed them over his face as I straddled him on the couch. I knew he wouldn't last very long in my tight but juicy pussy. I fingered my clit which excited him all the more. His explosion deep inside me triggered my own climax. The excitement of seducing him left my cunt twitching and very tingly.
He kissed me, said "Sorry, I should not have done that, there is no excuse for me taking advantage when you were so upset. Nobody must know and it can't happen again."
We had only just straightened our clothes and rejoined the throng when my aunt appeared, wondering at our absence. We were convincing with our story, the red eyes from my crocodile years adding weight to what we told her. The hint of semen stains on my blouse looked innocuous and could have been spilled food.
