The wedding ring on my finger isn’t just for show. I love my wife and all she does for me, but she knew who I was when we started seeing each other. The hotels, secrecy, and infidelity, lead to me leaving my ex for her. Maybe just upping and leaving my ex without a word was rough, but what did she want me to say? Sorry, I’ve been cheating on you for the last few months. Our connection just isn’t the same anymore. I don’t know, that all sounds quite brutal to me. Leaving was what I had to do to be true to myself.
The last few years have been great. She’s doted over me and gone above and beyond to keep me satisfied. Our home is our little sanctuary, and I’ve loved using her, and gradually making her more and more depraved. I’ve never really strayed, just my favourite stripper who help when work’s stressful, and the odd hookup, but nothing significant.
Around the office I usually associate with people who I know are in relationships, maybe a bit of harmless flirting, but knowing they wont stray keeps me in check. People try to hide office romances, but I can usually tell from the little things. Aside from the obvious, and the little looks people share, sometimes it’s just two people becoming a little more formal around each other, trying to mask what they share together.
There’s one couple that has been able to keep it a secret from most people, but I’m sure they’re hooking up. The girl’s not my type, she’s far too plain for me. We’ve never really talked apart from the usual office pleasantries, but when she comes up to use one of the microwaves next to me, I decide to get to know her a little better knowing nothing will ever happen. She’s got medium length light brown hair that falls softly onto her navy cashmere sweater. She’s the type with a fitbit, she’s skinny, but she always wears multiple layers; it doesn’t seem like there’s much hidden under her clothes. She gives me a warm smile as our eyes meet.
“How’s your day going?” I ask and softly smile back.
“Busy, as usual” she says as she finishes putting the timer on the microwave. “I”m looking forward to the weekend though”
I completely forgot the date in the haze of all the recent tight deadlines. “Yeah me too, Friday drinks will be good to unwind” She looks at me quizzically. “You’re coming right?” I say to try and break the awkward tension.
She hesitates for a moment, and then says “Sure”
The timer goes off, and I grab my food. “Great, I’ll see you there” as I head back to my desk.
The rest of the day flies by. As close of business rapidly approaches, I talk to a few people on my team, asking them if they’re coming to the monthly work drinks, and am surprised to hear that the drinks aren’t until next week. Then it dawns on me, why she was so hesitant before. I decide not to say anything, and hopefully she’ll have forgotten about it.
On the way towards the lobby, I see her, and as our eyes meet she says “Heading home” she says wryly.
“Yeah, can grab a drink if you’re free” I say, giving her the option but hoping she’ll say no.
“Sure, just give me a second to grab my coat and finish up here”
As she’s finishing up, the other guy from the office walks over trying to see what’s going on. “What you guys up to?” he says
“We’re just grabbing a drink after work” she smiles back grinning cheekily.
He stiffens, and he slumps a little bit, as I realise she’s trying to see how he’ll react. “Oh, enjoy” he says awkwardly as he slowly walks off.
We walk out to the nearest bar, making idle chit chat, but frankly I don’t want to be there. We get drinks and sit down at a booth, and I take my suit jacket off. She takes off her coat and as she’s taking off her jumper, her white shirt rides up a little bit, showing her black lingerie underneath. Her boobs are bigger than I thought, my mind starts to wander and I tell myself I need to keep myself in check. I want to go outside, and clear my head. “I’m going to duck out for a cigarette” I say.
“Sounds good” she says.
“You wear a fitbit and smoke, hey” trying to get her to not come
“One drag can’t hurt” she retorts
We go out and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to control myself. I light the cigarette, enjoy it for a bit, and pass it to her. “You shouldn’t be here with me”
“Why’s that?” she quips
“It’s bad. Just trust me.”
“It’s just a cigarette” she teases
“Don’t play cute” I say, cutting her off. She’s silent for a little while. “You need to go now” I say
“You’re the one who’s married” she challenges
“Please, you and whats his face. You need to learn to hide it around the office better” I say hoping to hit a nerve
She seems a little surprised and goes to deny it, but decides it’s futile.
“If you’re going to stick around, go inside and grab our stuff, and take me somewhere new”
She obliges, heading in to grab it swiftly.
“Good girl” I say as she returns. I grab a cab, and get her to tell them her address.
I already feel my cock throbbing as we enter her apartment, and I really don’t know how long I can wait. I place my hand on the small of her lower back and tell her to show me around.
As we get into her bedroom, I pull her close, as we edge closer together, our lips almost touching. I run my hand up her hair, holding her still, denying her the chance of our lips touching. I kiss up her neck and whisper in her ear, “tell me if there’s anything you can’t handle”. She barely has time to reply, as I rip off her white shirt, and see her gorgeous black lingerie. I roughly grab at her tits, as I start losing control and push her down onto the bed. My hand goes around her neck, as my other hand runs down and starts teasing her little pussy over her underwear.
“You’re all mine tonight” I grunt. “You’re going to do exactly as I say.”
My hand tightens around her neck a little more and then releases. Just as she has a chance to catch her breath, I take my hard cock out of my pants and push it against her mouth. I’m still playing with her little pussy, as I hear her gag and slobber all over me, as her lips glisten with my precum and her spit. I feel myself growing in her mouth, as she starts deepthroating me. I grunt again as her tongue swirls around my cock and I can’t wait anymore.
I get behind her on her knees, moving her panties to the side, as I grab her hair and pull her up to me. I can see how wet she is, and can’t wait, sliding right in as my thick cock starts stretching her little pussy. I push her down onto the bed, holding her head as I roughly start fucking her as deep as she can handle. She can’t fully take me, but I pull her by her hips, holding her in place as I go deep into her, feeling her little pussy convulse around my cock as she starts moaning even louder. I pull her up by her neck, bringing her closer to me as I bring her to her first orgasm.
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gotta go lol, hope whoever read this enjoyed it
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jlwz3p/work_shenanigans_fiction_mf_cheating_work
Was getting good then you ended it quick.