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I always thought of myself as a moral man. On the two prior occasions when I was faced with choosing morality over carnality, it was fairly easy to do the right thing. Recently, however, I found myself unable to resist. I’m semi-retired. Lucky, at 63 to have been able to leave the rat race of the corporate retail world early. Married, with three grown kids. All in all, life is pretty good. Not perfect, mind you, but pretty good. I work part-time at a local winery not far from my home. A couple of days a week, I pour wine for visitors, schmoozing with them, promoting the region, the industry, and the winery itself. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had working. How can you possibly go wrong, pouring samples, tasting wine, and flirting with lots of pretty women. At least that’s what I thought up until she walked in the door. ‘She’ was Tammy, a 38 year old, married woman, with long curly blonde hair. She was hired back in May to work with me in the tasting room, and we hit it off right away. Her bubbly personality fit in well with my new found enjoyment of work, and of life in general. We always had a good time working together, teasing, flirting, helping each other out. It made the days fun, the time fly by. Until a month ago, anyway. I got to work shortly after she opened up, and we got busy putting out fresh glasses, restocking the wine racks, and putting out snacks. We engaged in the usual banter, but I could tell she was distracted. So I asked her if anything was wrong. “Oh, nothing really” she answered, going about her business. I could tell she wasn’t telling me whole truth, but I didn’t want to appear nosy, so I dropped it. At 5 O’clock, we were getting ready to close. Her husband had not shown up, so she called home. No answer. She called his cell phone. Still no answer. She sent him a text. No reply. Escort Başakşehir She was getting really pissed! “Hey Tam! 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Then one dropped down, the other laying silhouetted hands on her head. Without hesitation, I put the car in gear and sped off. Looking over at Tammy, I could see the tears rolling down her face as she stared out into the darkness. Finally, she asked, “Where are we going?” “My place! I’ve got two spare bedrooms. One of them is yours for the night!” “But what about your wife? Doesn’t she have some say in this?” “Nope!” I replied, “She’s downstate visiting her sister for a couple of days.” We arrived at my house out in the country, ate some leftovers, and I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir, that I knew she liked. The wine loosened her tongue, and she began her tale of woe. Her husband of eighteen years was cheating Bayrampaşa escort on her, she said. “That much I deduced from the window show at your place.” I answered back. “Any ideas why?” “He thinks I’m fat!” An incredulous look crossed my face. “Your joking!” I said. Tammy is full figured beauty, but certainly not fat. “No joke!” she said. “No offense meant, but, he’s got to be some kind of idiot to think that.” I said as I refilled her glass. I opened another bottle, refreshing my glass as well. She blushed. “You mean that?” she said, avoiding my stare. “Damn right!” I replied sitting down on the couch next to her. “If I wasn’t married, you and I wouldn’t be sitting here on the couch!” I jerked my head toward the master bedroom and smiled. She got my drift. “That’s awfully sweet of you to say that.” She leaned in to me, brushing her lips against mine. “Even if it isn’t true. But, again, what about your wife? ” “We haven’t had sex in over two years. Menopause has robbed her of the desire for intimacy. Not that that’s an excuse, but…” We were both pretty well toasted at this point. She tasted of Pinot, and I love Pinot, so I kissed back. My tongue ran across her lips. Her mouth opened ever so slightly. Our tongues met. It was like an electric shock ran through both of us. We couldn’t stop. She nibbled on my lower lip, and I, in her upper. Her hands went to the sides of my face, and mine enfolded her, pulling her to me. It was delicious! Exquisite! I hadn’t been kissed with that much passion in years! She broke the kiss. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like hours. “I’d better be going.” she whispered. “Can you drive me home?” “Go home to that?” I said, “Not a chance. Take the spare bedroom. Let the bastard sweat a little.!” “Are you sure?” “Of course. Beşiktaş escort bayan I’m sure! I promise to leave you alone….if you want” I smiled. “And if I don’t want?” she teased back. “There’s always the horizontal mambo.” “The what?” she asked. “The horizontal mambo! Doing the dirty! Hide the Salami! Dancing on the ceiling! Shtupping!” I answered back. Laughing, she took my hand, and I led her to the guest bedroom. We sat. She took my face in her hands again, and we kissed passionately, all tongues and lips. She broke the kiss and whispered, “I’m not used to sleeping alone.” “Then, you won’t!” I whispered back. We kissed again. This time my gentlemanly instincts went out the window. My left hand drifted from her waist, inside her shirt, up to her right breast. The bra cup was soft, so I could feel her nipple as it hardened under my caress. Her hands went from framing my face to pulling my shirt over my head. I returned the favor, gazing at her full figure. Her large breasts fitting snugly in the soft cups of her bra, her nipples trying to poke through the unpadded material. I nuzzled her neck as I reached behind, unclasping the garment. Sliding the straps from her shoulders, I stared at the large orbs as they bounced free. “They’re kind of saggy.” she said, “After four kids, you know…” “Kind of saggy, my ass! They’re magnificent!” Her areola’s were large, her nipples standing proudly, a roadmap of veins criss-crossing the generous mounds. The sight of her breasts, streaked with stretch marks made me painfully hard. I leaned over and kissed the valley between, the faint smell of perfume present. I kissed my way up the side of her left breast, my lips barely touching. At the same time as goose-bumps arose, I heard her moan and felt her hand on my head. Capturing her nipple with my teeth, I encircled her areola, gently sucking, moaning myself as I closed my eyes and nursed. As I traveled down the slope of her cleavage and up the other side, I felt her hands on my belt, as she tried to free my erection from its denim prison. Lifting off the bed, I was able to help get my pants and boxers down to my knees.
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