The person was my husband's boss, Mr. Kevin (in his 50s), and it all started when my husband and I visited his house together.
He was a charming gentleman... or rather, he looked like a typical middle-aged lecher, and he was indeed very lecherous.
He would glance at my G-cup breasts, and when my husband or his wife wasn't around, he would hit on me...
I somehow managed to brush him off, but I didn't dislike it at all.
In fact, I liked men like him...
Maybe he saw through that.
I've always liked older men (my husband is three years older than me), and I used to date men in their 40s when I was in my teens.
If asked what the charm of older men is, most people would probably say their maturity, but for me, it's because they're good at sex.
They give me slow, lingering sex, which is why I like them.
As expected, I exchanged contact information with him without telling my husband, and that night, I received an email saying, "I want to see you."
We met during the day on a weekday at a place he specified and went to a hotel by car.
"I didn't think you'd actually accept my invitation," he said, in a good mood.
"I've always thought you were nice," he said, giving me a lecherous look.
Even while driving, he would stroke my thighs and rub my nipples through my clothes...
As soon as we entered the hotel room, he hugged me from behind and gave me a deep kiss.
He was so good at kissing that I could barely stand.
While intertwining our tongues, he sat me on the bed and stroked my breasts over my clothes.
"Aren't your nipples already hard? They are, aren't they?"
He rubbed and pinched them with his fingertips to check.
"Say it. Say your nipples are hard," he whispered in my ear, and I replied, "Yes... they are..."
As I panted, he said, "Say it properly. Say 'My sensitive nipples are hard,'"
"Yes...! My sensitive... nipples are hard,"
"Good girl. So, what do you want me to do with your lecherous breasts and nipples?"
He gently said while biting my earlobe and kneading my breasts, and I begged, "Do whatever you want with my lecherous breasts, Mr. Kevin...!"
Then he lifted my clothes, played with my breasts over my bra for a bit, and then exposed one breast and started sucking on it.
My breasts are very sensitive, so I immediately started moaning and pressed his head against them.
"You're so lecherous... Do you think your child would feel if they knew their breast was being sucked by a lecherous old man?"
"No...! Don't say that...!" I said, closing my eyes tightly, and he said, "Open your eyes and look,"
He exposed both of my breasts from my bra and rubbed my nipples together.
"Ah...! That feels good...!"
"Feels good, doesn't it? How about this?"
He then put both nipples in his mouth at once...
He sucked noisily, rolling his tongue around them, and brought my nipples to my mouth to lick them myself, intertwining his tongue with mine while licking my nipples...
My lower part was already soaking wet, and I felt like I was going to climax just from the breast play.
(I actually did climax a little) He pushed me down on the bed, lifted my legs, and exposed me completely.
"Wow... you're already so wet. There's a huge stain. You can't go home wearing this. Or did you wet yourself?"
"No... it's not that..."
"Then what kind of juice is it?" he sniffed.
"It smells so feminine. Let me taste it," he said, licking over my panties.
"Ah! No...!"
"Hmm? What's this bump?" he licked my clit over my panties...
"Ah...! No, no! I'm going to come!"
I came just from his tongue play over my panties...
"Did you come?"
"Yes..."
"So, what should we do next?"
"I want to lick..."
"Hmm?"
"I want to lick you, Mr. Kevin..."
"What do you want to lick?"
"Umm... that..."
"I don't understand 'that.' Say it clearly."
"Your... penis..."
"Hmm?"
"I want to lick your penis, Mr. Kevin..."
"Alright. Then lick it,"
He took out his fully erect penis.
As I got on all fours to lick it, he said, "Lick it just like that,"
He offered his penis to me while lying down next to me.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."
"Ah, that feels good... May, it feels good..."
Mr. Kevin seemed to enjoy my blowjob.
"Take your mouth off," he said, and when I did, he asked, "Have you ever had this done to you?"
He rubbed the tip of his penis against my nipple.
"No...! What is this, it feels good...!"
"Feels good? You're such a lecherous wife," he said, rubbing even more.
"Lick the penis that's rubbing against your lecherous breasts,"
While licking his penis, he rubbed the tip against my nipples, sometimes putting both my nipple and his penis in my mouth, and my lower part was constantly leaking juices with his fingers going in and out... It was an experience so lecherous that I almost went crazy.
It didn't take long for me to say, "Put your penis in...!"
But Mr. Kevin still teased me.
This time, he lay down and told me to get on top.
"Press your vagina against my tongue,"
He brought his face close to my crotch but didn't lick me.
So I had to move myself.
Even when I pressed my vagina against his protruding tongue, he didn't move it, so I desperately moved back and forth to press against his tongue...
"What's happening now?" he asked, and I replied, "Ah! My vagina is pressing against your mouth, Mr. Kevin...!"
"It's pressing... Your lecherous vagina. You're moving yourself to press against the good spot,"
"I'm pressing...! My lecherous vagina feels good...!"
I kept moving my hips, pressing my vagina against his face.
"Your vagina juices are overflowing,"
"Ah...! Lick it...! Suck it! Suck my lecherous juices!!"
"You're beyond lecherous, you're a pervert,"
He licked a lot of my vagina juices, and after that, we devoured each other in a 69 position, then had sex in various positions, finishing with him ejaculating inside me.
I've become addicted to Mr. Kevin's technique, rather than to him.
We still meet once or twice a week.
On a weekend when her husband was away on a business trip, Nene, who had passed out drunk at a company party, found herself tied up with ropes at her boss's house. Unable to understand the situation, she writhed as her boss touched her sensitive parts. Initially resisting, she gradually succumbed to the pleasure of bondage training, unconsciously seeking the warmth of a male body.
