Cheating Co Workers

Co-worker

I know I'm married. And I do love my wife. But after all these years spent with her, it's normal to fantasize about others. Right? Either way, I don't do it often about people I see in real life, I keep it mostly online. In this day and age, you cannot avoid that. But there is one woman who fell through the cracks. She's everything that a men could want, elegant, funny, smart, and as sexy as they come.

We noticed each other straight away. I could tell that she was attracted to me as well, I could always pick up on these things. But there was an obvious issue. I am married and she's engaged. Neither of us want to destroy what we have with our partners, so we obviously didn't do anything about it.

It would have been hard enough, not to think about her at work normally, but then something happened that was a great blessing and curse at the same time. Our office got re-organized, and our desks just happened to end up next to each other. As I said she's smart and funny so usually she'd be the perfect neighbor, but if I'm honest, ever since we sat next to each other, our productivity plummeted.

We spend every day just talking and talking, at this point I might know more about her life than my wife's. We talk about our relationships and as we got closer and closer, we shared more and more intimate details of our home lives. She knew what I found sexy about my wife; I knew what she liked about her husband. I told her that my wife has this amazing pair of boots that almost reach up to her knees and really accentuate the shape of her feet, and the very next day, guess what, she shows up in boots. But not in any kind. Somehow, she found the same pair and she, unbelievably, looks better in them than my wife. My jaw must have visibly dropped, because when she saw me, she started giggling like a schoolgirl. I couldn't get much work done that day, if my boss caught me... It's not even worth thinking about. That night when I laid in bed next to my lovely wife, I could only think of 2 things. Her, sitting next to her desk in those boots. And whatever she told me about her fiancé a while back. I wanted to return the favor. And then I remembered. She told me she prefers a clean-shaven look. It should have been a harder decision. Really. My wife loved my stubble. But that morning somehow that wasn't a consideration. I shaved.

It was her time to be stunned. And stunned she was. At first, she almost didn't recognize me. But when she did. My oh my.

- Brad?

- Lauren?

- My god you shaved! How come?

- I just felt like it. You like it?

- OBVIOUSLY. I've been telling you for ages. How did your wife like it?

- She hasn't seen it yet. For that matter, you are the first to notice.

- Well, I like it. Can I? - she reached for my face with her hands.

I slightly nodded my head, and she caressed my freshly shaven face. This was basically the most intimate moment we shared thus far. It felt nice. It felt wrong. Yet it was so right.

- Now really, why did you shave it?

- No reason. I told you, just felt like it.

- Don't bullshit me, Brad! I know your wife doesn't like it. Tell me.

- And why are you wearing those boots?

- You know fully well. - she winked. She actually winked.

- You do too then.

She blushed.

- Thank you... But I don't want you to get into trouble with your wife.

- Ahh... Don't you worry about her.

That moment our boss approached us and asked me to help at another department today. Obviously, I couldn't refuse him, as much as I wanted to speak with Lauren all day. Just before I left her alone, she leaned in close to my ear and whispered.

- Wait for me before you clock out.

I couldn't hide my excitement as a large smile grew across my face. She noticed it obviously and she gave a pec on my cheeks too. In any other context I probably would have picked her up kissed her. But not at work. It took all my willpower to walk away from that woman, in those boots while she's biting her lips. But I had to.

I swear this was the longest workday of my life. Every minute I had to spend away from her felt like an eternity. I didn't even know what I was looking forward to. She didn't share her plans. Yet at this point I was craving her company. Then, the end of the day came. I waited eagerly outside the office in my car. I was staring at the door when she appeared out of thin air on the other side of my car. She hopped into the car next to me.

- Give me a lift home will you. My fiancé couldn't come today.

- Sure. Is he out of town again?

- He sure is.

I drove off. I always take her home when he's on a business trip. I knew the way and we were there in a heartbeat. She hopped out the car with the same ease and elegance which she always carried.

- You coming?

She said it so naturally, I couldn't possibly reply. I went after her. My eyes firmly planted on her skirt as she went up the stairs to her apartment. We went inside and it was like stepping into a hug. Every furniture invited me in, the colors warmed me. I turned around and just as she locked the door, I pressed my body up against her. I felt her every curve. Every detail of her body. Then I went in for a kiss. Bold move. But I couldn't resist anymore. It paid off. Everything paid off. Shaving my beard. Becoming her friend. "Working" next to her. Resisting. It all paid off when I felt her kiss me back.

Her lips pressed against mine felt warm. Sweet. And most of all, erotic. It wasn't like I expected at all. It was much better. I felt all the worries escape me. She slipped her tongue from time to time. That only enhanced what already was the best, most passionate kiss of my entire life. I felt her hands wonder around my body. She felt me up. My chest. My stomach. And she reached my cock. Her delicate touch even through my pants drove me wild. I was already getting hard. This fast-tracked the process. In mere seconds I was rock hard. She felt it. I'm sure about that.

She gently pushed me away then led me through the living room, through the kitchen, all the way to her bedroom. The bedroom she shared with the man she promised to marry. But not tonight. Tonight, she's all mine. Even if for just 1 night. She's mine.

She pushed me onto the bed firmly. Right onto my back. She jumped on top of me and kissed me again. Her hips were now constantly grinding on my, covered up, hard cock. After a bit she got out of the bed and knelt down right in front of me. We quickly took off my pants together with my underwear. And my hard cock was revealed to her for the first time. God, I hope not for the last. She grabbed it firmly with one hand, but her hand was too small to reach around it fully. She moved her hand slowly up my dick. Then back down just as slowly, seductively. She held eye contact. I was staring in her emerald-green eyes as she lowered her head. I expected a blowjob. She apparently had different ideas. She lowered her had more and started sucking my balls. My wife never did that. Nobody has done that to me before. But she has. Only she. It felt incredible. Words can't do it justice. She played around with them and her tongue.

When she stopped, I was mildly disappointed, but only for a second. Instead of the slow stroking of my cock that she kept doing the whole time, she went in finally for the blowjob. She licked the tip of my cock then attempted to swallow it whole. I would have been surprised if had she succeeded. Not because I'm that large, she just didn't seem like the type. Alas, she couldn't fit it all in.

- Sorry, could we skip the bj? I don't really like it.

I leaned down to her and kissed her gently. I grabbed her top and pulled it off. Meanwhile she slipped out of her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, so slutty. But she did it for me. She started undoing her boots.

- If it's not too weird, could you keep them on?

- You sure? It's hard.

- Please.

- Fine by me. Just don't ask me to step on you.

She got back on the bed, back on top of my and she kissed me. I grabbed her and flipped around so she was on the bottom. I kissed her neck, her chest, her perky breasts, her bellybutton and finally made my way down to her pussy. It was tighter than I expected and much wetter then any of my previous partners. Including my wife. I couldn't resist. I needed to taste her. My senses got overloaded. The pleasure I felt was beyond compare. I wanted to eat her out and make her cum first. But I just couldn't. I had to feel her. Skin to skin. I wanted her. I needed her. I had to. I stood up, I grabbed my dick. I teased her a bit with it. She shivered from the contact. And then.

I pushed my cock inside her. Her pussy pulled me in and couldn't let go. She moaned. I tried to kiss her, but she just kept moaning. I pulled back and thrust again. And again. And again. I get into a rhythm, and she just kept moaning. Louder and louder. She moaned my name. MY name. She's engaged and she said my name. It's a small thing, she didn't say her fiancé, but it felt incredible to my soul. She kept moaning, I kept thrusting into her, deeper and deeper, faster, and faster, harder, and harder. Every time our bodies collide. And the whole time her legs are in my hands. Her beautiful legs in those irresistible boots. I looked back onto her face as she enjoyed my cock, and we made eye contact.

Apparently, that was enough to push us both over the edge. First her whole body started shaking, her moans first became screams then they went away completely. She couldn't even breath as the first wave of pleasure flowed through her. Her pussy tightened up even more as she came on my cock. And then I felt myself approach the end. I pulled out in just the final moment, and I sprayed me cum all over her whole body. It covered her stomach, tits and even face. Once she regained control of her body, she licked up whatever she could and just stayed on the bed motionless.

We spoke for a bit. She told me how much she needed this, but we can't do it again as we are both in serious relationships. I unfortunately had to agree. Plus, I had to get back to my loving wife. But before I left. We couldn't help but go for a "goodbye" round 2. It was more sensual. Less of the animal lust as before.

We never had sex again after that day. But we kept flirting every day. And sometimes, when we are both feeling vulnerable, we make out at work. We know we shouldn't. But when 2 people's bodies complement each other this much, it'd be criminal not to take advantage. Don't you agree?