How She [F] ended up cheating on her husband with me [M], her colleague

*I am writing this story for my pleasure and the pleasure of anyone who might enjoy reading it. It happened between two consensual adults. I am not asking for marital advice or moral judgments, as I have long been reflexing on the pros and cons of our actions.*

*Also, I have not a native English speaker, so please be patient with my grammar…*

Let me first get this straight. I have a Rule : I never fuck colleagues. I do not flirt at work, or even outside of work with my colleagues. It’s not that I don’t want to. I work in a environment where young, beautiful females are legion. But it is also a small, conservative environment.

Also, we live in a post Me Too world, and i do not want to make a colleague feel uneasy at work, even more since I have become a manager at a pretty young age for this job. My career is too precious and I do not be catalogued as a pervert over an incomprehension.

But there she was. Let’s call her Amanda, for anonymity purposes. Rather small (at 5’2), brunette, with brown eyes, thin lips. What stroke me the most was her narrow waist. She was my counterpart for an other direction. Our friendship grew out of the many subjects we worked on together, and while I had always found her sexy, (really) smart and funny, I had never made a move on her, because of, you know, the Rule.

Being friends meant that I got to know more about her… She told me about her son, whom she loved so much, but that required so much time and sacrifice. She told me about her husband, who was a nice man, but had come to bore her. Now, they were sleeping in separate rooms. Tough at not even 40…

We began seeing each other outside of work, most of the time with a few other friendly colleagues, sometimes just the two of us. Movies, dinners, cocktails, you name it. It was always innocent but it become more intimate as we told each other about our love and sex lives. She told me about all about her frustrations, but seems at the same time unable or unwilling to resolve them.

Little by little however, I notice she was acting more and more flirty around me. At the restaurant, she was ostensibly pushing herself closer to me, smiling, making eye contact. She finally told how she almost had an affair with a colleague of hers, but only stopped because of the distance, he was living 400 miles away.

Since that day, I began to perceive another side of hers. More and more willing to seduce me. I wasn’t sure of it though, because she knew about my situation as well.

Oh, I may have forgotten to tell you about it, but I am not single… I had lived with my GF for five years now. It has not always been easy, for many reasons, and we even got separated for a few months last year. When we got back together, I express her my need to be in an open relationship, mainly because I felt the need to have other experiences and was willing as well for her to be able to test her fantasies.

She refused. Why might be the matter of another story. Anyway, I love her but I was frustrated and felt she had enforced upon me the kind of constraints that I was always vigilant to avoid to impose on her.

Back to Amanda, she and I got more and more flirtacious as summer approached. One afternoon, alongside one of Paris’ canals, we sat and talk for hours, our legs touching here and there. I was sure she was into me, but was wondering why she didn’t make the move.

A few weeks later, we met for cocktails in our of Pigalle’s former whorehouses. The atmosphere was hot and voluptuous. That night, I had decided that I should confront her. I saw her trouble growing as the evening went on and I confessed my need to her other experiences. Finally, before leaving, I asked her whether I could kiss her and she accepted. The next 30 minutes were among the most frustrating. We kissed and Frenched and hugged as much as we could before she had to go home. We decided to see each other as soon as possible.

It took weeks. Weeks of hot teasing and sexting. Weeks of frustration. My libido was through to the roof, to the happiness of my GF, to be honest. It’s been a while since we had been fucking that much. I asked her again to open our relationship, but she refused. I pondered whether I should leave her, or tell her about Amanda, but finally decided to go on and enjoy myself as much as I could.

Amanda and I settled for a very nice evening in a very nice hotel. We first went to the movies. We kissed like mad men, our hands got adventurous as much as they could in a populated theatre. As soon as the movie ended, we made our way to the hotel. The elevator ride was too short to get anywhere (damn you technology).

But as we closed the room door behind us, we were unleashed. Soon, she was seated on the office, our lips locked together, her unbuttoning my shirt. I threw her across upon the bed, unbuckled her shoes and managed to cover her legs with my kisses. She had the softest legs (thank you technology). I went for the inside of her thighs, pushing back the bottom of her short dress above her ass.

She had very nice lacy black panties. I caressed her through the fabric, and soon enough made my way up to her belly and her matching bra. Once the dress was an obstacle no more, I move behind her and made my way down again. She was letting me do, letting her last remorses melt with my kisses in her neck. The bra went off : her breasts were firm and perky, the nipples pointing as if they were trying to take themselves off into space.

I let my hand slide into the panties. She shivered. Her clitoris, though barely wet, was soft as silk. She has previously told, while sexting, how she loved clit play. So I went there, and I heard her breath grow heavier. But I still found her quite dry for what I intended to do as if some mental resistance prevented her to abandon herself to pleasure.

The panties were pushed down and I adventure my head into her nether part. With my lips and tongue, her clit was softer still, and I longly enjoy her juices as she began to react upon each of the strokes of my tongue. She wasn’t ready yet, still too passive, almost a spectator to her own fantasy. I kissed deeply, the mouth full of her juices. She reciprocated and reassured me : she was loving it and just enjoying what was happening.

I started to caress her again, but this time, slid one then two fingers deep into her pussy. Crooking them, I started working her clit from the inside. Her eyes changed immediately. Her hips started moving to the rhythm of my fingers. She moaned softly at first but more and more expressively as she achieve her first climax of the evening.

It took her a while to catch her breath but as soon as she did, she become lust-fueled like I had never seen before. She pushed me on my back and went straight for my dick, licking, jerking and sucking at the same time. I was afraid she would have a hard time at it, seeing as I am of generous proportions, and she had a small mouth, but she was hungry enough to give all of her craft for my pleasure. Meanwhile, I was watching her in the huge mirrors of the room.

When she had gotten me as hard as I could, she told me that, although she was not on birth control, she wanted to feel me raw inside of her. I positioned myself and slowly plunged my dick into her welcoming sex. She was so tight inside and felt terribly good for it. We went at it for a good time, just catching our breath when I was getting out to prevent myself for coming.

She had the surprising flexibility that she allowed herself to push both her legs behind her ears and open me her pussy for some deep penetration. She loved asking me to plunge in it, and after hitting her cervix, clutching her vagina to hold me inside and moving her hips to pleasure herself on my dick. It was heaven.

We went on and off for the best of the five hours we had. Fucking, sucking, fingering. But also lots of hugging, and kissing. She came at least thrice under my fingers, and twice under my dick. At the very end, she asked me, her colleague, with the sluttier voice she could manage to find, to come all over her belly. I executed myself gladly, huge loads of sperm flying all the way my dick resting on her crotch to her neck and breasts.

I cleaned her, we showered, kissed a bit more, and then dress ourselves and went off for a quick meal before regaining our own flats and partners. It was clear we would be doing this again.

Post-scriptum. That night, after meeting my girlfriend in our bed, she reach to me for sex. She suspected nothing of what had happened, but we had one of the most sensual fucks in months. Mostly because I was relaxed and more focused as usual.

Post-scriptum 2. Now, I have heard that Amanda has told her story to one of out mutual friend in the office. Let’s hope the one can keep quiet on our fun secret…

*Do not hesitate to comment, particularly on how I can improve my storytelling. This is my first one, and I might have a few other in my bag, if this one gets a good reception. Hope you enjoyed it.*

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