My Rich Older Man was Amazing in Bed, But When He Did This, It Just Blew My Mind

Being on vaca­tion with my older lover, Mr. Brown, who was also my boss, was amaz­ing and exhaust­ing. The entire time we were there, he was so atten­tive to me and my daugh­ters. Every day was beach adven­tures or trips to the zoo. At night, we went for din­ner at a fun restau­rant that catered to the kids—the enter­tain­ment kept them happy, and wore them out. We would come home from a day at the end of the day and the kids would imme­di­ately fall asleep. This cer­tainly left plenty of bond­ing time for me and Mr. Brown.

His vora­cious appetite for sex was crazy for those two weeks we were away. It was like some­thing had switched on inside him that I couldn’t switch off. Need­less to say, I was happy to oblige! Night and day was an adven­ture that I never wanted to end, but I knew it would even­tu­ally have to.

Dur­ing the last Fri­day of our trip, Mr. Brown had a big meet­ing with some of the part­ners down in South Car­olina, so the girls and I spent the day soak­ing up the sun and enjoy­ing our last two days there. While on the beach, I watched the girls frol­ick­ing around and it really started to sink in that my May-December rela­tion­ship with my boss had pro­gressed to a point where my kids could poten­tially see him as a father figure—and I could be look­ing at my life partner.

We had made plans to have din­ner that night at a very fancy restau­rant with the part­ners my lover was meet­ing with, and the kids were going to spend the evening at the hotel for a movie and craft night. We left the beach and headed back to the condo, where I started to get ready. I dropped the kids off, and gave them each a big kiss. I headed into the room to for a hot shower and to pre­pare my sex­i­est outfit.

It was about 4:30 p.m. and I was sup­posed to be picked up in an hour. I checked my phone and saw that I had a text mes­sage from Mr. Brown say­ing that he had an issue and that he would be a lit­tle bit later than expected. I sent a text back say­ing, “OK,” and told him I would be anx­iously await­ing his arrival. He texted back a smi­ley face, and I con­tin­ued to get ready.

I dressed in a gold-colored blouse and fit­ted pen­cil skirt, with my hair in a high bun. My black Chris­t­ian Louboutin heels accen­tu­ated my long legs, Mr. Brown’s favorite fea­ture of mine, with sexy red lips. I checked my reflec­tion, and headed for the door.

When I looked at the clock, I real­ized it was already way past six o’clock. I imme­di­ately went into panic mode—had some­thing hap­pened? Where could he have gone? He was usu­ally a very punc­tual man, so I decided that I would wait a lit­tle while longer before I freaked out.

At about 6:30, I called the front desk to see if Mr. Brown had sent the dri­ver to pick me up. The recep­tion­ist told me that he had not, and as a mat­ter of fact, she had not even had any calls from him at all. Now I was wor­ried. I decided to text him to see what was going on. There was no response to my calls or text mes­sages. I finally decided that I would drive myself to the restau­rant we were sup­posed to meet at. When I got there, I was not happy at all. And what I found would blow my mind!