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She’s married; she has a number of young children at home; she has a successful career; she is intelligent and beautiful, and she has a libido running on overdrive. Why would she risk it all? Why would she risk it all with him? So much to lose and what would she gain? That fucking sex drive will be the death of her. He is older, like at least twenty five years older, with limited sexual capabilities; he’s married; he should be thinking of other things like retirement or downsizing his house or health concerns that everyone faces as the aging process takes hold. But he still has a very high libido. But why would he risk his comfortable lifestyle? Wouldn’t everyone think he’s just an old lunatic trying to re-capture his youth? Deep down isn’t this one of his concerns; her thinking that about him? But, that fucking sex drive will be the death of him! Throwing all reasonable logic and caution to the wind, medical professional Jill Miller and financial professional Dave Whiley jointly agree that their vulnerability be damned; they deserve this indulgence and they will have it. Beyond control of their otherwise stayed discipline, they plot and plan the details to carry out a rendezvous in Chicago, their first meeting face to face, and it will not be to cordially greet each other in a wholesome and professional manner; they are going to have sex, a full week of sex; unbridled and crazy sex! So how did these rather ordinary people come to this point in their lives, to proceed in taking this next step in their relationship without having a clue of any future development? It all started by looking for some hot and erotic reading to distract them from their busy but humdrum lives. Without any plan to violate the vows that each had taken to be faithful to their respective spouses, Jill and Dave signed up to register on a website for access to some hot fantasy reading; the site was called Lush Stories, or as known to it’s members, simply Lush. There were no plans other than to read some erotic stories, perhaps masturbation would be the furthest action each might take while reading and arousing themselves, but certainly neither had any plans to meeting anyone. After reading for a couple of weeks, Dave couldn’t help but look at some of the profiles of some of the people who had actually submitted stories. He ran into some beautiful women and looking at their profiles noted that their “friends” were posting some very erotic pictures and gifs on what is called their walls. Damn! He was getting more aroused than he could ever imagine or anticipate. Some of these women would even post actual pictures of themselves, some more revealing than others and some even posting videos of themselves performing sex acts; fuck, this was way more exciting than he could possibly imagine compared to that first day when he registered to become a member. Eventually, Dave requested to be befriended by a number of “women of Lush.” Many of these “friends” he would discover utilized photos and/or videos of professional models, rather than expose themselves. But about half were proud and aroused by exposing various erotic photos of themselves. And so, he not only drooled over the arousing photographic displays, but began to engage şişli escort in chatting with his “friends.” After some months, Dave decided to post some stories he had submitted on another website, that he rarely visited any longer. He also realized that he was enjoying the social interaction with his “friends” far more than reading erotic stories. Then there is the Forum that he would browse from time to time, gaining an understanding of the views different people held on a variety of topics. The social aspects of Lush became far more of an integral part of Dave’s daily activities than reading erotic stories, the initial draw of this website. Dave also paid close attention to the response he was receiving from the stories he had submitted, both the rating people were giving his submissions, but more so comments and who posted comments. Then one day a comment was made, the person’s profile was reviewed and Dave had to reach out to this person, asking her to be his “friend.” Shortly thereafter he received acceptance of him as a friend. Some polite exchanges were made via Lush and eventually just enough information was exchanged that had both Dave and Jill flirting with each other playfully. The playful manner of their exchanges continued with each new communication seemingly turning the flames just a little higher. There were any number of true confession moments, particularly for Jill, as she revealed more and more of who she really was. Dave came to realize that most of the information on various people’s profiles is largely fabricated to protect that person’s true identity; this is especially true for women, who sadly must guard against the onslaught of pervs continually lurking on this type of website. In addition to the pervs being of concern, any number of people simply cannot be open for professional reasons. But as the trust was building with each message box popping up, Jill became more and more comfortable and trusting of Dave as a person. Finally one day the dam broke loose and Dave was dubbed trustworthy by Jill; it was true confession time for real. Jill felt nervous as she detailed who she really was in a private email to Dave, baring her soul and unveiling previously held secrets regarding who this person really was. Dave stared at this email for several minutes with his mind blown. He read it perhaps three times before he began to formulate his response. The minutes ticked by at a snail’s pace for Jill, as she awaited his response. Would he be totally pissed and throw her overboard, have a million questions, be hurt that he had been lied to, or completely receptive and understanding of the need to protect her family and her career? Dave was no dummy and was actually impressed and felt honored that Jill obviously was showing her trust of him. In the months that followed, the two of them exchanged little messages each day, becoming completely comfortable and able to say things to each other that they were not comfortable sharing with either their own spouse or best friend. There were any number of online sex chats. Each of these chats only serving to heighten each of their respective libidos. The first time Dave was able to stimulate Jill’s mind to the point of mecidiyeköy escort arousal that she actually had an orgasm, she remembers it being so very delicious and so intense, she actually squirted her release, something that hadn’t happened since her college days. Her breathing was labored, her office was a mess and the sensual aroma of her release permeated her work confines. Dave sent her a number of frantic entries and thought the damn connection was lost, until she finally gathered the ability with shaking fingers to send him this note, “i;n opk i’m hre.” He just smiled, knowing she was getting close to her release before the awkward silence. About five minutes later came the message, “You rotten bastard, why weren’t you HERE? You pushed me so far over the edge, I made a total mess of my office, and I almost passed out literally! Thank you so much lover. That was the most intense orgasm that I’ve had in many years. How did you do that to me?” He responded, “I can’t tell you. But I am going to tell you this. I’ve had enough of this bullshit! I am tired of having the only thing getting a workout with you are my fingers with a damn keyboard. I’ve had it! We are going to meet and I’m going to ravish your body until you beg me to quit! Period! No discussion. Find a fucking conference in Chicago; you are coming to my home town, and I will have that hot body of yours! I won’t accept anything but a YES! Do you understand?” Jill was stunned. He had never spoken to her in this manner. He was always so patient with her and understanding. She was shaken to her core. She was not use to this in any aspect of her life. She was a Medical Director and accustomed to coordinating people and resources to deliver the best possible care for her facility’s patients. No one spoke to her like this; no one made demands like this. What the hell was happening here? But what was happening here was something Jill certainly never saw coming. She poised her long beautifully manicured fingers above her keyboard. Operating by instinct or whatever power possessed her she unconsciously typed: “Okay it will be arranged and you will know the details shortly.” She knew she had to fulfill this escape. It was like a hundred pound weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn’t have to make this decision and it felt great to have Dave state the obvious path that they both had known for some time; they were soon to be lovers! Jill smiled and felt giddy! On the other end of this connection, Dave stared at her response. He read it again and again. He thought, “Fuck, was that all that was needed? Son of a bitch, had I known I would have done this a month ago.” But deep down he knew that a month ago, his outburst would not have been received well by the normally in charge Jill Miller. He knew that his patience had paid off and they soon would be joined in a perfect union of body and soul. He fucking near skipped down the hall… smiling like a teenage boy, knowing he was going to get laid! Dave attempted to concentrate on the account he was trying to land; trying to put the finishing touches on a proposal that he had begun to prepare five, maybe six times now. His mind kept drifting to Jill, wondering what the future held in their relationship. “Get a fucking grip dumb ass,” he thought to himself. “You have to make a living. Concentrate on this proposal, dammit.” But he was so distracted it was taking him hours to complete the simplest tasks that normally took minutes. What kind of hold did this woman have on him; on his mind; on his heart; on his very being? He pushed ahead. Finally completed, he handed his draft of the proposal to his colleague with whom he normally collaborated. Minutes later a notification of new email popped up on his monitor. Dave pressed the tab and there was a new email from Jill but also another from a law office. He had to see about this law office email and what it was all about. The law office was one in the city center and was notifying him that they were handling a new estate for an old client of his that he could just never seem to make contact. This person had liquidated the family farmstead, and his final instructions were that Dave personally needed to invest these funds per the trust established in testamentary. “Please call Mr. Randolph at your earliest convenience.” His curiosity satisfied momentarily, he needed to see what Jill had sent him. From the personal email account of Jill Miller, the email read: “Mr. Whiley, in two weeks time you will meet one Jill Miller at the Hyatt on Michigan Avenue and be my guest from Sunday evening until the following Friday afternoon. We will be attending the North Central Conference of Medical Directors of North America and you will be my escort, including the formal closing dinner dance on Thursday evening; black tie required. My flight will arrive on that Sunday at 12:10 PM. Would you like to pick me up at O’Hare or would you like to meet me at the hotel?” “I’ll pick you up at O’Hare. Please provide flight details,” he replied. Two seconds later George, his colleague popped into his doorway. “Dave where did you get this proposal?” “I just finished creating it why, doesn’t it make any sense?” “No, Dave. This is the best work you’ve ever done. You make your points succinctly and most convincingly. You are good, but honestly, if this doesn’t sell them, then you will have let your mouth get in the way of the best investment proposal I have ever seen.” “Thank you George. I really value your opinion.” “Don’t change a thing, except who is this Jill Miller? I am not familiar with her as a client.” “What?” Dave inquired, red-faced. “Well this proposal is for her isn’t it? Her name is plastered all over this proposal.” Snatching the proposal from George, Dave said, “Let me see that. Oh shit. That’s a lady who is a trustee on an estate,” he lied. “I had spoken with her and must have inadvertently put her name on this proposal. Man, am I glad you caught that. This could have been most embarrassing. Oh well, easy enough to replace the name throughout. Thanks again for your review and catch.” “No problem man. That’s why we make a great team.” Dave returned the call to the law firm, making an appointment in two days with the senior partner to discuss the investment of what he learned to be twenty five million dollars. Dave had a hard time containing his celebration, knowing the huge commission this new money would generate. Wow, it was just April and he knew this would be the best year of his career! Another email from Jill appeared with her flight details and everything seemed to be falling into place.

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