[MF] Fucking my married coworker.

Once upon a time I worked at the Lowe’s in my town. If you’ve ever worked in retail, you already know that even though the job is shitty as hell, usually you’ll meet fun people. My time there was no exception.

I was in my early 20’s at the time, and Cassie was probably 10 years older than me. She was tall and lanky, but fit. I think my favorite thing about her was that she was always smiling and had a sharp wit. Despite being a no shit adult among what felt like a bunch of kids (most of us working at the store were pretty young) she would still crack the same stupid jokes that the rest of us would.

She was generally fun to be around, and I thought she was pretty damn cute. The only problem was that she was married. Even despite this, she would always flirt with me, I assumed because she knew I was attracted to her and it was a way to tease the shit out of me.

The first time I got a sense that anything else might happen came one day when we were resetting some shelves.

“Ok Cassie, this is the new plan-o-gram for this row of shelves,” I told her, motioning at the shelves of nails. “We’re going to need to strip this down so these toolboxes can go here instead.”

“Oh, so you want me to start stripping?” She said with a wink.

Normally I held back from flirting back too much, after all I was a manager at the store and had to keep some degree of professionalism — but today I couldn’t resist”

“If you don’t be careful you’re going to get nailed,” I said, slapping the top of a box of nails. Fucking terrible, I know, but what an easy setup for a pun. No regrets.

She gave me a wry smile, and quickly looked down, as if she was staring at my feet. After a second she looked back up at me. A slight awkward silence ensued.

“I’ve got to go help Bob with this thing, but then I’ll be back. I won’t make you strip alone, I promise!” I said, trying to break the silence. She laughed and I went on my way. The rest of the day went by mostly uneventfully.

Later in the week I saw her in line with a cart full of random hardware. It was her day off, and she must’ve been in shopping for stuff to do some kind of project. She was wearing yoga pants and a hoodie, and her ass looked fantastic. I went up to say hi, and as I did I noticed that she wasn’t alone.

“Oh hey Cassie, how are you?” I said, “This must be your husband? Judging by the cart it looks like you guys are in for some fun.”

“Yeah, we both had a couple days off, so we’re redoing our countertops.” She said. “We’re working on the sink now.”

I made some small talk with them and wished them well with their day. I can’t lie, because of her flirting I had fantasized a couple times, but seeing her with her husband put a damper on any of those thoughts.

Nothing else too consequential happened, all the way up until my last day. I didn’t realize it was going to be my last day when it happened, one of the asshole managers there crossed a line and I had enough.

“Fuck it, I’m out” I said, throwing my vest across the table at my former boss. I was on my way out the door when I passed Cassie, she must’ve heard the commotion because she followed me out into the parking lot. We chatted for a bit, and ultimately exchanged numbers.

“I think it’d be a lot of fun to get drinks sometime,” I told her.

“Yeah, I’ll call you sometime when my husband is out of town,” she said with a wink.

I laughed — what a silly thing to say. At least it seemed that way until one day the phone rang, and it was her. She asked if I was open to get some drinks, and I said yes. We met at one of the less noisy bars in town late in the afternoon.

We had some drinks, talked about work and some other nonsense, and just enjoyed each other’s company for a bit. A few drinks and a few hours in and some of the evening crowd was showing up, and some music was starting to play. I pulled her onto the dance floor, figuring that was still harmless. Immediately I regretted my decision, the feeling of her in my arms, the smell of her perfume up close, it was all intoxicating. It was like being too broke to eat and standing in front of a butcher shop — torture.

We danced for a while, our hands wandering a bit but nothing too crazy. Eventually we started making our way to the door, I was disappointed, but at least the torture was about to stop. We were standing in the parking lot chatting, and it felt a bit like the awkwardness after a date.

And then it happened. She stepped up to me, and whispered in my ear “Do you want to get out of here?” The feeling of her hot breath combined with the smell of her perfume sent shivers down my spine.

“I’d love to, but my roommate is home.” I actually rented a trailer with a friend at the time, so nobody was going to be impressed with my place. Plus my roommate really was home, making things more awkward.

“We can go hang out at my place” she said.

“That sounds fun.” I wasn’t sure what to think. All I knew is that if this didn’t go anywhere my dick would explode.

We make it through the front door, and I have a seat on her couch.

“Can I get you anything?” Cassie said. “I’ve got more alcohol if you’re interested.”

“No, I think I’m good, but thanks” This was my one shot, I wasn’t going to let whisky dick ruin it for me! She came over and basically sat in my lap.

“Fuck it” was the only thought that ran through my head. I put my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. Our lips met lightly at first, and she pulled back slightly afterwards. I pressed a little more and we locked lips again, a little longer this time.

I could hear her moan softly as she parted her lips, allowing my tongue to make it’s way into her mouth. I ran my hands up and down her body, briefly pulling back to lift her shirt off of her body. I ran my fingers along her collarbone, gently teasing the straps of her bra off her shoulders.

I leaned back in, and started kissing along her collarbone, working in a line down to her shoulder. I gently pushed her backwards to lay her on the couch, kissing along the front of her chest as she leaned back. I pulled the bra down off her breasts and started kissing my way towards her nipples. The closer I got, the slower I went.

I finally quit teasing her and started sucking on her nipple, ever so gently teasing it with my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her back arched and her breath came in rasps as I did. I had been caressing her other breast with my hand, but I took her reaction as an approval to go a little further. I ran my hand down her side, across her waist, and undid the button on her jeans.

I slid my hand into her pants, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. I could feel her buck her hips slightly, so I pushed her underwear to the side and eased a finger into her warmth. And then another one. Her head fell back against the couch as I worked my fingers in and out of her and her moans got a little louder.

I felt her reach down towards my waist, and she started rubbing my now hard dick through my pants. She sat back up to reach better, and I decided to help her out by taking my pants off.

“You’ve got a nice dick boy” She said, stroking my cock with her hand. I could see her wedding ring on her hand as she did. I’m somewhere in the 7.5″ long by 6.5″ wide range, and it’s a huge turn on to me when girls would tell me it was big. I’m a simple man — I know and I’m sorry.

“Thanks,” I told her. I was about to say something else, then she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth, taking me by surprise. I sat back and enjoyed the show, as she eagerly sucked and licked along my length. She went to shift herself to the floor, and while she did I briefly looked up. It just so happened that my eyes landed on a picture of her with her husband.

I’m not sure why, but that turned me on. Especially when I looked back down and saw her big brown eyes looking back up at me, her lips wrapped around the head of my dick and that wedding ring on her hand shining at me. I had no idea why she had gone astray, what she wasn’t getting that she needed — but I was going to give it to her.

In one quick motion, she stood up, took her pants off, turned around, and sat on my dick. I could feel how wet she was as my head pressed into her.

“Fuuuuuck” she exhaled, as she eased herself up and down my impressive member. I sat back and watched as more and more of it disappeared into her after each stroke. She put her hands on my knees and looked back at me. It was incredible, I had never really gotten to just sit back and let a girl work like that before.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the kitchen through a doorway. There was an island with shiny new Corian countertops. I grabbed a handful of Cassie’s hair and pulled her back towards me so I could whisper in her ear.

“I want to fuck you on the counter” I said. She got up and we made our way into the kitchen. She hopped up on the island and laid on her back with her arms above her head. I lined myself up with her entrance and pushed into her in one long stroke. I grabbed her legs for leverage and started pistoning in and out of her. I wanted to keep fucking this girl, so I had to make sure and give her a reason to keep cheating.

Her body recoiled with each thrust, and the motion of her tits swaying was mesmerizing. Her moans had practically become screams. I started getting close, so I pulled back. There was one more thing I wanted to do before I was done.

“Where’s your bedroom” I asked her.

She got up and led the way, and sat on the edge of the bed. It looked as though there might even have been some reservation in her eyes as I laid her down. Any hint of that disappeared as I eased myself into her once more. This time it was different, I moved in and out of her slowly, alternating between kissing her neck, biting her lip, and making out with her.

I could feel her hands on my back, on my shoulders, grasping at my arms. Her legs were splayed open and she was giving herself up to me completely. I found a rhythm and started stroking in and out of her repeatedly as her hips started to tremble.

“Don’t stop” she rasped, as I did my best to maintain the same motion. The trembles turned into quakes and I noticed that her legs started shaking. Her fingernails dug unto my back as I felt her back arch. I kept pumping throughout as an orgasm wracked her body. I slowed the pace a bit as she came back down to earth.

She looked back up at me, “Your turn” she said.

I lifted myself up to get a better angle to get as deep into her as I could, and she grabbed my forearms. I could see her ring again, and it brought a sudden awareness again. I could see his clothes and other belongings around the room. But right now, Cassie belonged to me. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, grunting gently each time I thrust into her. We had moved beyond simple lust and were making love, on the bed they used to share.

I had no idea if she was on the pill or anything else, and in that moment I would’ve gladly fucked a baby into her. I sped up the tempo, and felt a familiar pressure building up in my dick. I buried myself into her as far as I could go, and filled her to the brim. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss as I did. We laid there for a moment, just basking in the afterglow.

I had staked my claim.

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