The happiest happy hour [MF] [sort of cheating]

**This isn’t something I ever planned on posting here because it doesn’t involve actual sex. However, a recent conversation inspired me to. Like I said.. no actual sex, but I did something fun in public :)**

**Backstory (long):**

I was 22 when I started my job, and my coworker, Kyle, was 30 (and had been there since age 22). I didn’t know this at the time, but he had been with his girlfriend (now wife) 10 years. I had just started dating my boyfriend (now fiancé), and had only graduated college 2 weeks before. Kyle and I had immediate chemistry – the kind that hits you instantly like a ton of bricks. I was in a relationship with someone who I saw (and still see) a real future with, so after the initial “wow moment”, I didn’t think much of it. We started out professional enough, and moved to casually flirty, but that’s just my personality. However, my relationship started to strain after a few weeks into the job. Our schedules conflicted, and I was always in a bad mood because my former boss is a terrible person with an HR file the size of a phone book. She may be certifiably insane, but I won’t get into details here because that’s no fun. We ended up on a break for a couple months. Meanwhile, Kyle became my only friend at the office because literally no one had an interest in being my friend except him. (side note: I have lots of work friends now, but he is still my best work friend). I told him about my relationship issues. Our flirting slowly started to get more serious.

We ended up having an intense happy hour after a day at a conference with a bunch of coworkers around – the whole world disappeared while we sat at the bar talking about increasingly unprofessional topics. Nothing happened physically other than his hand brushing my thigh and knee under the table, clearly on purpose. He was really turned on by the leather Moto-style jacket I started wearing in the fall (it was October at this point). I love that jacket. – it was a present for my 20th birthday from my parents and I wear it to this day. Anyway, he loved it and asked about leather in the bedroom. After everyone got tired, we all went to our rooms…alone. I guess he was awake longer than I was, because I woke up to a text saying “Is it bad I wanna see the leather and lace? ;) ” . After that, we were unprofessional at best. At worst… well, pics were sent. Not long after this, we had another happy hour and ended up kissing after. I drank one more than I should have at the happy hour, and wanted to wait a while before driving. We got some water and walked to the parking garage where our cars were, and started talking on the roof to pass the time.

We were up there over an hour without a single dirty comment, and only one brief touch to my lower back However, we were super close the whole time. Then, we just had a moment and kissed. He went for it first but I met him right there, and legit fucking fireworks went off. Literal fireworks. Long story, it happens on certain Friday’s, and it just happened to be one of those Friday’s. I still didn’t know about his relationship .. no one cared to tell me, especially not him. So yeah this isn’t some romantic story or anything, so don’t read into the fireworks. I just thought I would mention them because they were there. We broke away from the kiss after a couple of seconds because we heard a car, and that was that. I guess other people wanted to be on the roof for the fireworks.

**Now the good part…**

After that, we continued heavily flirting but nothing else had happened. Now it’s November, right before Thanksgiving. Somewhere in between the kiss and our next pre-Thanksgiving happy hour (the Friday before Thanksgiving week), someone mentioned his girlfriend (now wife) casually. I was still on this break my boyfriend (now fiancé) hadn’t called an end to yet, but he was always around now and I wasn’t sure what to make of our situation. It was complicated. Since I couldn’t undo the switch that flipped at the conference, I just continued what was going on with Kyle because we were both enjoying it. I initially let him know I was pissed about the girlfriend I didn’t know about, but I won’t put that conversation here because it isn’t fun and doesn’t add to the story. We got over that conflict quickly and went back to flirting casually but remaining pretty professional in the office, but being out of control via text and Snapchat. Somewhere in our dirty conversations, he found out I have this remote-controlled vibrator that I can insert (and it’s quiet too). At the Thanksgiving happy hour, we took our spots at the local bar right next to each other. We were lucky we got there early because the place ended up getting packed right after. Kyle and I continued as we usually do, talking to mostly each other, but t saving anything super dirty for texting (even from right next to each other).

He sent the first text, saying something along the lines of just smelling the scent of my perfume can send him over the edge ever since the night on the roof (meaning the kiss). I didn’t say anything that directly responded. I had a dirty plan. My reply was “wanna play?” He didn’t have a clue what I meant until he looked at my hand, as I reached in my purse and pulled out a tiny remote and pushed it into his hand (purse was on my lap, and I moved my hand down under the bar when I pulled it out). His eyes lit up and he asked “Do you…” and I replied “not yet.” and walked towards the bathroom with my purse, leaving my coat on the stool to save my seat. I came back, and it was loud enough that no one could hear the vibrating noises, even me. We continued making conversation as he teases me on and off until my legs were trembling and my eyes watered. At one point, another coworker jokingly asked if I was drunk because I had a hard time following something stupid in conversation. Kyle would occasionally touch my back very lightly, basically so that it looked accidental, but I know he wanted to feel the vibrations coming from within me. My phone lit up with another text. “You can’t cum yet, not until we’re alone”. I thought, “Oh fuckkkkk. What is he doing to me”. When he saw my reaction, he adjusted the setting to make sure I felt it more intensely, which drew my eyes back to his. I met his gaze for a moment, before tilting my head back for a barely detectible second. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure for a second without everyone knowing, and I needed to concentrate on keeping quiet. Then he lowered the setting again.. because, well, apparently I wasn’t allowed to cum. This went on for an HOUR, while I strategically sipped my drink at key moments of building pleasure to help hide my expression.

Everyone was going home after this, so he stopped torturing me, and I thought he was done. He took his time leaving, and of course I had to stay back too so I could get my remote off of him We were the last 2 out the door, and went over to our cars together, which were parked next to each other. At this point, everyone from work was pulling out of the parking lot. His Jeep is big enough that it shielded us from view, and it was pitch dark by now. He still didn’t give up the damn remote, so by the time we were between the cars and ALONE, I put my hand out. He smiled and said, “You’re not done”… and started torturing me again. Then he said, “you’re going to cum, and I’m not even going to touch you”. This might be the hottest fucking thing I have ever heard. I just about lost it then and there.. Coworkers are all gone, random passersby and bar customers wouldn’t have a clue what we were doing, since he wasn’t even touching me. He began to describe to me what he wishes he could be doing to my hot, tight pussy, right now. He says every word slowly and deliberately while manipulating the speed and intensity of the vibrations using the remote. Then, he asks me to bring the camera up on my phone and hand it to him. I do .. and he proceeds to video me, on my own phone, having one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. “Save that for later” he said (with a mischievous smile), while handing me the remote back and my phone. This happy hour, I only had one beer, but I felt drunk on something else. He was going to be a hard habit to break…

**Aftermath:**

Only days later, I told my boyfriend (now fiancé) I was done with the break, and he could choose what he wanted – together, or not together, no in between. He chose together, and we haven’t looked back. We are very happily engaged and getting married next summer, and Kyle is married with a baby We are still good friends, and we still have a ton of sexual tension and chemistry. But I have no plans to be unfaithful, and no desire to break his family. His wife has no idea about what happened with us, but my fiancé does. It turns out he hooked up with another girl on our break, which felt like a huge mistake, and is what made it apparent to him that he didn’t want anyone but me. Every day since that break ended my relationship got happier and happier, and my fiancé and I both know what we want out of life now – each other. 

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/957mdn/the_happiest_happy_hour_mf_sort_of_cheating