There’s a first time for everything. [MF]

I’ve never been the kind of girl that cheats. It’s just not who I am. I need to start out by saying this because this whole thing seems so much worse if you don’t know that.

I started working with Cole at the same time my husband did. We got jobs at the same restaurant at the same time. Initially, I was supposed to work the day shift and wouldn’t have had much interaction with Cole at all if my husband had just gone to work. He, however, has a terrible work ethic and after working there for two weeks called out for 9 days straight, leaving me to work doubles and cover for his ass.

At first I was pissed about it. Not only was he an ass at home, but now he was making me work 16 hour days to cover for him. Enter Cole. Cole was 43 years old. Three years older than my dad and twice my age.

Then on my second night shift, we were astoundingly dead, leaving Cole and I tasked with cleaning out the bread ovens. Now, the way they were set up, we had three ovens stacked on top of each other. This meant that in order to clean the top one, Cole had to stand on a stool to reach the top of it and I could stand in front of him on the floor to clean the bottom. This left a lot of room for “While you’re down there…” and “This is a nice view” jokes.

After that, whenever we worked together there was sexual tension so thick in that kitchen it could be cut with a knife. When we walked by each other we moved just a little too close. I joked with my boss frequently about giving me a 15 minute break with him in the walk-in. Fortunately, she just laughed it off.

The first time we kissed was after work one night. I offered to walk him to the liquor store across the street while I was waiting for my ride and as we started to cut through the path behind our work, he stopped. His hand came up to my face and he tasted like weed and cigarettes and it was so perfectly him.

Making out with him before and after work became a regular routine for me. I was always at work early and my ride home was always late, so we had sections of time carved out for us perfectly. The tension in the kitchen was still a tangible force driving us through every evening, but at least we weren’t flirting in the kitchen anymore.

When he was promoted to the head chef at night, we started finding more time to carve out. Stolen kisses in the walk-in or the stockroom. A brush of hips on the line. Whispered fantasies. Until one night we were the only ones able to take the trash out.

I knew he planned on getting high behind the dumpster as usual, but I hadn’t planned on the way he pushed my shoulders down, so I was kneeling in front of him. I didn’t plan for him to shove his cock in my mouth. I didn’t plan on it, but it was amazing. For the first time in a long time, I was excited about something sexual. I sucked his cock with more enthusiasm than I had ever sucked a cock before in my life. And then he grabbed my hair and forced it all the way down my throat. Over and over again I gagged on him. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my nose started to run. I could feel the drool falling down my chin. We only had a few minutes and when he got close he looked down and growled, “You swallow?” I nodded as best I could and before I could think anything else he shot his load deep in my throat. I swallowed all of it and stood up, brushing the tears away from my eyes and the drool off my chin.

“Sorry for crying on you,” I told him

“Don’t ever be sorry for that. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” he replied.

I couldn’t agree more.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58evzw/theres_a_first_time_for_everything_mf