I [F] had an affair with a [M] coworker.

Hello all! First time posting here, so be gentle. I did have a blog for awhile on Tumblr, but nixed it back when they killed the adult content stuff. Been a few years, but, well… It still makes me all tingly thinking about, and I like sharing my stories.

Call me Tara. This all started up a few years ago when I was 22. Married my husband straight out of highschool. Probably had more sex in my teens than I should have, but after I hooked up with my husband in my senior year, we were thick as thieves and I switched off the naughtier side of me to be the good, devoted girlfriend. We got married a couple of years later. Husband nailed a great job (But busy. Lots of nights and weekends), and after a year he got me a job at the same place. I was just doing basic secretarial work while he was higher up, but it’s a good company and I enjoyed the work, and it gave me enough time for the part time college I was finishing up on the side. Hubby and I, though, eventually got into a bit of a rough patch. We’d been trying for years to have a kid with no luck, and the constant stress of it was leading to a lot of fights and general angst.

And that’s where Danny comes in. Danny was in his mid thirties, and worked at the same place. He was an athlete, and had the kind of toned physique that’s honestly just a bit mouthwatering. Short cut, blonde hair. Blue eyes. Picture the guy that the girls at work all flirt with and make lewd comments about behind his back, and that’s Danny in a nutshell. I’m not exactly a slouch, either. I was a swimmer in Junior High and Highschool, and was on the college swimteam at the time, so I was probably the most fit i’ve ever been. “Petite” describes me pretty well, at a bit under five feet tall, bit over a hundred pounds, green eyes, and red hair.

Danny and I started out as i’m sure many office flings do, as friends. We ended up with the same lunch break slot, and after we ran into each other walking downtown during lunch, we pretty much spent every day doing that. What started out purely platonic, over the weeks turned into something a little different. We weren’t doing anything heavy, but the friendly, chatty texts had started getting a little more playful and suggestive. What had been casual conversations about the music we liked was changing into hiding my phone at night so hubby wouldn’t see me texting, and slipping in comments where I could that were definitely a little on the flirty side. We started sending selfies…nothing nude, but stuff deliberately done to get a reaction. He sent me one from a basketball game he was playing in with his friends, with his shirt off. All sweaty, abs glistening. Showing off his body. Another from a changing room asking me about my thoughts on a shirt, though the camera was tilted enough I could see a bulge in his boxers. I was sending him cute selfies that showed some cleavage. A picture of me doing the bridge yoga pose (Okay, that one was very intentional.) I upped my game on my work clothes and started going to work every day in cute, sexy skirts, dresses, thigh high nylons…I liked his eyes on me.

From there it went fairly quickly. We’d had a couple of weeks where we started talking sex. Just in conversation. What we liked and didn’t like. What we’d experienced. What interested us. What we weren’t getting at home (from my husband, or his fiancée.) At the time, I was being naïve and still thought this wasn’t going anywhere. I was just having a little innocent fun flirting with my work friend. We’d taken to playing a game on our phones between calls at work, and at one point, he makes a comment. A bet, really. That if he wins the next round, he gets a grope. Through clothes, but anywhere he wants. I agreed. He won. And would not let me hear the end of it all morning.

At lunch, we’d recently taken to going to the underground parking garage and sitting in his car or mine while we chatted and flirted. My car was messed up and husband was off that day, so i’d driven his truck to work, and lunchtime found Danny and I sitting in this truck and talking, when he called time to make good on his bet. My heart was hammering in my chest, but I agreed, and he leaned over, and had me lift up off the seat a bit. His hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt, and he gets a firm handful of my ass. As I mentioned, i’d started dressing up for him, and today was no different. I was wearing a cute, white top, and a pleated black skirt that was about knee high, with black thigh highs under that…and a black thong. So that whole “groping through clothes” bit, due to my choice in underwear that day, had ended up with him having a handful of bare ass. His hands are big, my body is small, so he had about a whole cheek in his palm, and a finger pressing between my legs. My body was absolutely on fire. This sound escapes me, something between a moan and a squeak, and he laughs.

And he doesn’t pull his hand back after that grope.

He squeezes, kneads my ass in his palm. Rubs my pussy through my ever dampening thong, while I held on to the dashboard for dear life, eyes closed. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Mesmerized. Horrified. But completely unable to move or break the spell of what he was doing to me. He was barely even touching me, but I could feel how wet I was getting. That sheer need building. He leans over to me and kisses my neck, crooning softly in my ear something about being fair, as he takes my hand off the dash and guides it into his lap. Sometime during this, he’d managed to unzip and pull out his cock without me even noticing, and what my fingers finally met when they reached his lap was the biggest cock i’d ever seen in person. A glorious, thick, rock hard nine inches or so. Hubby’s about….5. So imagine my surprise when I gave that first stroke along his cock, and it just kept going, and going… I opened my eyes and looked over in shock and surprise, and he kissed me. All sorts of feelings were going through me. Namely desire, and guilt. I hadn’t touched another man since highschool, and now here I was IN MY HUSBAND’S TRUCK, with my coworker’s dick in my hand and his hand under my skirt. Stroking his cock with the hand my wedding ring is on. The guilt was terrible. I broke the kiss and breathlessly said I couldn’t do it, but he already knew I was just telling myself that. He slid a hand into my hair, and guided my head down into his lap.

Now, I love oral. I’ve loved giving head since I first did it. It’s exciting, and empowering, and sexy. What followed when he pulled my head into his lap was probably the most enthusiastic blowjob i’ve ever given. All the guilt melted away the moment my lips touched that cock, and I went right to work on him with all my best tricks. That hungry, driving intent to get what I wanted. With me leaned over in the seat, he’d shifted enough that he pulled my thong aside, and was working a pair of fingers inside me. By that point I was soaking wet, and he finger fucked me into an orgasm in about ten seconds. Then the hand in my hair was pulling me up, and he was grabbing my body, dragging me over into the passenger side seat with me in his lap. We didn’t even skip a beat, both so caught up in the moment and the intensity. The second I was straddling his lap, I was lifting my hips and pulling up my skirt to reach down and guide him inside me, and I came again from that first penetration.Having that cock fill me up so impossibly deep was *the best* feeling i’d ever had in my entire life. I clung to him like a horny teenager, and moved my hips, bouncing in his lap and crying out every time . I cum again. And again. My legs are shaking.

This insane pleasure feels like it goes on forever, and then he’s grabbing me and turning me around. Doesn’t even pull out, just stays inside me and turns me on his cock, then pushes me over to lean against the dash. We were both just wantonly moving against each other by that point, neither of us in the lead…my body pushing back to him, writhing, his hips arching off the seat to pound into me. I cum again, letting out this garbled wail of a sound, and he manages an “oh fuck…” as he slams up into me, then yanks me down to hold me in his lap.I can feel that cock pulsing inside me, the spurts of hot cum filling me. And he holds me there by the hips, tight, until he’s done…then turns my head to the side and kisses me.

We sat there for a bit, then realized our hour lunch break was going on about an hour thirty, and quickly got cleaned up and presentable enough to go back to work, albeit separately for obvious reasons. But he had a very, very wet spot on the crotch of his slacks all afternoon, and I had to make a half dozen trips to the restroom to clean up the cum leaking out of me all afternoon. The truck? Absolutely, undeniably, smelled of sex. The seat was wet. I had to make a trip on the way home to febreeze the thing before I headed home and left the windows cracked for the night.

It was one of the most intense sexual experiences in my life and just the start of many, many more with Danny over about the next two years before he had to transfer out of state for a new position at work, though he still swings by a couple times a year.

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