[Cheating] with the librarian [mf]

I love my wife but things have been stale for a little while. We have a young kid, etc.

I work at a liberal arts college in the northeast and our kid goes to the school-run daycare there. I keep running into this one mom from his class, who I’ll call Ann, that I’ve been fantasizing about for months. Ann is about 30, dark hair, super fit (thanks yoga and yoga pants!) with a pretty face. And, I kid you not, she is a librarian who wears librarian glasses.

Every day after work I run into Ann at my kid’s daycare and of course I develop a huge crush on her. No biggie. My wife and I have a solid marriage and random little crushes aren’t going to get in the way of it. I flirt with Ann when she gets a new haircut or dresses up. We hang out at a nearby playground two or three times a week. I always let her leave first so I can watch her ass as she walks away. She always wears a dress or yoga pants that complement the roundness very well. (And she’s always wearing a sweater or sweatshirt though so I never get a gander at her boobs.) I like her husband Jack but I’ve only met him a couple times. Mostly he seems to be traveling for work.

Then out of the blue a month ago Ann invited me to an early evening reception at the library for a new exhibit. Funny, she emailed me and not my wife even though she has both our addresses. I decide to go alone and told my wife I had a late night at work. I wasn’t consciously trying to be sneaky, but in retrospect my subconscious sure was.

I show up and it’s a cocktail reception. Librarians sure know how to party it turns out! I get there and I see Ann over in the corner talking to some other dude. Her husband isn’t anywhere to be seen. She’s wearing this yellow wool dress that hugs her curves and shows off her ass along with these black tights that make her legs look awesome. Again she’s wearing a cardigan so her rack remains a mystery.

I stand around awkwardly and drink two glasses of the punch and keep glancing at her. Then a third glass. Oof, turns out its pretty strong punch. I make small talk with a couple people I’ve never met and now the alcohol is starting to light up my synapses and I’m feeling a little more confident. And then all of a sudden someone grabs my elbow.

“Hello, stranger.”

It’s Ann of course. I get a micro-boner from her contact with my arm. Not enough to show but I can feel where the blood is rushing.

“Did you see the new exhibit? I designed it.”

Ann’s cheeks are flushed and I look at her perfect lips and I imagine cum dripping from them. *Where did that come from? What is wrong with me!* I think to myself. I fidget with my wedding ring.

“Uh, yeah,” is all I can manage to say. *You fucking moron*, I think.

“Well there’s all this really cool stuff we didn’t have room for.”

Finally my brain is half working again. “Yeah? I’d love to see it,” I say, my voice cracking like a 13 year old’s.

Ann purses her lips and frowned, then cracked a smile.

“Come with me,” she says and she leads me away from the hum of the reception and into an unmarked door. It’s her office. She half closes the door and grabs my upper arm and gives it a squeeze.

Her body is really close to mine. I look down at her. Looking down, I get a peak at her cleavage for the first time underneath that yellow dress. *Maybe Bs*, I think.

It looks like she is about to say something, to draw my attention to some of the stuff in her office.

Then, I guess it’s the alcohol, I lean down and kissed her.

It might have been a total disaster. It might have ended my friendship with Ann and my marriage. It might have ended with me shamed and fired from my job. Later, Ann will tell me she didn’t mean for this to happen, that the arm squeezes were innocent.

But, impulsively I guess, she kisses back.

I reached down and grabbed her ass. Then she reached behind her and slammed her door shut. I could still hear the hum of the party. We made out for a while, it’s hard to say how long, maybe an hour but probably more like a minute, while I grabbed her close to me, clutching her ass, then the small of her back, teasing her with light and soft touches.

Then I got to her tits. I unbuttoned her cardigan, then pushed her dress down, and leaned back to admire then. She has dark little nipples that after all our activity are standing right at attention. *Those are Cs, not Bs!* I think.

“Yup, Cs since senior year in high school.”

“Shit, I said that out loud?”

She ignores me and grabs my crotch. Then she starts rubbing my crotch through my pants. I had been hard for a while already. After a few seconds of that she unzips my pants and takes my cock into her hand.

“You’re big,” she says. Then she leans down and wraps her lips around my shaft and starts stroking with her hand while she works my head with her tongue. I am just about ready to cum, especially with that image of cum dripping from her lips still burned on my brain. But somehow hold on for dear life.

After I am totally hard she starts to work it deeper and deeper into her mouth until I can feel she is deep-throating me. This is something my wife just can’t or won’t do. She is making little moaning sounds. I get right to the edge again and then mercifully she stops. My cock is completely covered with her saliva.

She leans over and whispers into my ear: “I want you inside me.”

She wiggles out of her panties but keeps her dress on, though it’s pulled down so I have access to her tits. I reach down to touch her pussy and it’s already sopping wet. I want to spread her legs and fuck her on her desk but she has other ideas. She leans over. “Fuck me!” She says, just a little too loudly given there are people just on the other side of that door.

I take my cock into my hand and slide it slowly into her pussy. She is about five-foot three and I’m six one with a reasonable but by no means monster rig. I feel like I am about to break her.

“Oh my God you’re so much *bigger*” she whimpers.

Then she is working her hips back on my cock, grinding me. To be honest, I only last a couple dozen thrusts, though I am proud I made it that far given how long I had fantasized about this and how worked up I was. “I’m going to finish,” I whisper.

She arches her back so she can whisper in my ear. “Then I want you to cum inside me. Give me all your cum.” I shudder and squirt one, two, three, four loads inside her pussy.

Wordlessly, she puts her panties back on, slides the top of her dress back up, and heads back out to the party.

And that’s how I started having an affair.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7zlmap/cheating_with_the_librarian_mf