Well, That Escalated Quickly. [MF]

I’ve had an absolutely insane couple of months here, and I need to tell somebody or I’m going to fucking explode. Hello GWStories, let’s get anonymous. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

We’ll start with the basics: I’m an early 30’s heterosexual male, married to an early 30’s heterosexual female. We have children, and have been married nearly a decade. Our relationship has been rocky for years, steming from the fact that outside of the bedroom, we are both pretty awful at making eachother happy, but we love one another and have worked hard to stay together. Up until recently my wife has had huge issues with pornography, viewing it as a form of cheating. She’s a very jealous woman.

I am polyamorous, though up until the situations I am about to describe, I have previously been 100% faithful to my wife, never acting upon connections that have occasionally formed between myself and various women I have known over the years. If you are not a poly person in a monogamous relationship, you most likely do not know how painful this can be, but I digress.

I’ve only recently come to the revelation that I am poly, mainly through meeting and speaking with a female co-worker who is also poly, but in an open relationship. We’ll call her Lana. Lana and I swapped pictures for a while, but despite the flirting nothing ever really came of it. Which was fine with me, she had a penchant for Craigslist hook-ups and I was very not into that. However, we discussed a lot of things, among them stories about friends that used to work with her, including a young lady named Melanie. She sounded like a fun girl, but she was just a story, not someone I was ever going to meet, right?

Wrong. Within about a month of things cooling down between Lana and I, Melanie got rehired. Melanie is a short, curvy brunette in her early 20’s, with an amazing ass and a moderately sized but very perky set of tits. Personality-wise she’s super friendly and outgoing, and incredibly positive person. I was suprised to discover that I actually recognized her; she’d been a customer of the business (which I am intentionally being vague about) for as long as I’d been there and we had actually done some mild flirting on several ocassions when she’d come in. She remembered me as well, and we had a good laugh about it. I had zero plans to make a move though, as around this time my wife had sent me the most terrifing text I had ever received: “I know your secret”. Of course, it had just turned out to be an old porn DVD I’d honestly forgotten in the back of a drawer, but which ended up turning her opinion on porn around and began a nearly 180-degree improvement in our marriage, but that’s a story for another time.

Despite the above event having turned out very well, I was still incredibly paranoid that I would be caught out as having cheated by sexting (not sure how I was going to be caught, we exclusively used snapchat and never talked to anyone about what we were doing), so I had resolved to keep my fucking head down and be “good”. Melanie however…

She had other plans. Apparently I had intrigued her. She went to Lana and asked about me, and Lana mentioned that we had been swapping photos and texting. She asked Lana how large I was, and Lana told her that I was kind of intimidating. Spoiler; I’m barely six inches long, but I guess the 2 inch plus girth and the fact that I’m apparently the Steven Spielburg of dick-pics worked to my advantage. She started flirting with me constantly, letting me know she’d talked to Lana by obliquely referencing things no one but Lana or I should know. I managed to catch her without our coworkers around, and managed to confirm the above. Suprised that I’d somehow managed to have this fall in my lap, I asked if she had a snapchat. I got her ID, added her, messaged so that she could add me back.

We waited a day.

I had the next day off, so we idly chatted about work for most of the day, when I could get time out of sight of my wife to send a quick message. Nothing particularly juicy, just the ocassional face shot. That night, at about 1 AM, I decided to push things a bit. I asked if she wanted to play Truth or Dare when she woke up. And I volunteered to go first.

We did several rounds of Truth the next day, while we were at work. I don’t even remember the questions, mostly “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done” or “Favorite position”, that kind of thing I think. The last question I posed to her before she went to lunch was “What are you wearing under your clothes” to which I got the reply “A white bra. I hate panties”. I told her I might need proof of that later, and that it had gotten me hard as hell.

“Show me.”

Taking that as a dare, I snapped a shot of me pitching a tent in my boxers.

“Love it.”

I decided it was time to escalate. On my own way out to lunch, I dared her to step into the restroom and send me a pic of her bra. In reply I got a shot of her in her bra, her with the bra pulled up and her tits out, and then one with her yoga pants down around her thighs, exposing her neatly trimmed bush and proof that she was not, in fact, kidding about going commando.

At this point I abandoned all pretense at the game. “When I come back, I’m going to walk past you, from behind, and slide my hand across your ass.”

“OMG, DO IT”

Got back from lunch, clocked in. She was waiting in the back for me, out of sight of other customers or co-workers, turned away doing something but looked back to let me know she knew I was there. On my way past I slowed long enough to get a good handful and squeeze on her left asscheek,then slide over to her right, gripping it from underneath, my fingers barely brushing against her hidden honeypot before continuing past.

“I’m so fucking wet right now. I want to see your dick!”

Making an excuse to hit up the restroom, I obliged her with an unveiling video, pulling aside those little flaps boxers have to release it.

“I want it”

Then work got busy and we didn’t get to play anymore that day. That night I got her work schedule, and determined that if I went in an hour early, I be there in time for her lunch.

“Wanna play tomorrow morning?”, I sent.

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