Coworker becomes one time lover. [MF]

Long story ahead. I started working at a company right out of college. About me, I’m just your average guy, nothing special. Average height and dark hair, light skin, Hispanic. I was married and had just moved to town to start my new job. It was a chill gig mostly writing technical procedures. The best part of the job was the people: everyone was so nice, welcoming, and fun to work with, it really was a tight knit group.

Anna was a coworker who worked in another department that collaborated closely with mine. She was beautiful. She was in her mid 30s (about 10 years older than me), white with long blonde hair that’s kept in a bun, and blueish gray eyes. She was 5’9 and though she had a baby half a year earlier (relative to my story), remained in great shape with perfect thighs, and with a chest and ass that I would constantly try to get peeks of. She would wear these low cut thin tops, where you could see the bra outline against her shirt. Sometimes I’d be at her desk for something while she was sitting and I could see down her shirt. I’d follow her bra down into the shadows of her bosom.

After a couple years there, Anna and I had become pretty close. We had similar types of humor, would talk about our marriages, and went out to lunch basically every week, sometimes twice a week. We would vent our frustrations to each other, and there was a faint connection. I would often feel as though we both had stronger feelings for each other than we would admit. I felt as though I had known her for years longer than I did. But as far as I knew, we were both in happy, normal marriages. I would fantasize about kissing her, but that’s all it was: fantasies. I never thought about acting on them. If anything, we were what others would call a “work couple”. Sometimes I felt she would purposely bend over in front of me, or make sure I had a good view down her blouse. If she wore skirts, I’d wait for her to exit the car first, my gaze fixed on her rear as her skirt rode up.

Anna had recently bought a home with her husband which they were remodeling. I was interested in also buying a home soon, so I’d often ask her how it was going. She’d say, “it looks beautiful, you should come by and check it out sometime.”

Anyway, I decided to take another job in a different city far away. We were both sad, we were going to miss our talks and lunches together. On my last day, we went to lunch one last time. We talked about how much we were going to miss each other, and the mood shifted from two friends being bummed, to a more intimate feeling of being sad. After driving back to work, she parked the car in the lot. Before getting out, we looked at each other. My heart began beating a little faster. I wanted to kiss her and tell her I wish I could be with her, but knew I couldn’t. After a couple of seconds of that tense, silent, stare, she finally said “You never did come by to see the house. Want to come see it now since you’re moving away?”. I said “Sure, lets go.”

We drove up to her house. It was a nice home with new landscaping in the front. We got out of the car and walked inside. She closed the door behind me, my heart pounding the whole time. She showed me her kitchen and other parts of the home. It being empty, I asked “where’s your husband and baby?” She replied that her husband left on travel for work the previous day, and that her baby was at daycare until the evening. Again, another lock of our eyes, as if we both knew what was about to happen. My mind raced. We were there all alone. She then asked me to follow her, she wanted to show me the master bedroom. So I walked behind her, my heart about to come out of my chest. Was I really going to do this?

We both walked in, and she closed the door behind me. She paused before turning around. We looked into each other’s eyes, got closer, and kissed. Her lips were soft, and she smelled of perfume. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her to me. We paused.

Anna: Are you sure?
Me: I am, if you are.
Anna: We can’t ever tell anyone about this. Is that a secret you can keep?
Me: Yes.

We began kissing again. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she stood in front of me, in between my legs. She took off her jeans, and I slid my hands up her thick legs to her plump ass. I squeezed it. I had dreamed about that moment, and it was everything I expected. Her skin was soft to the touch and I would slide my fingers under the rear of her panties ever so subtly filling my hands with her delicious rear. I took off my pants and continued kissing her. We both paused to take off our shirts. She had a black bra on that contrasted beautifully with her light skin. I unclasped it, and slid the straps off, as I saw the small blonde hairs on her body stand up. I embraced her, putting my head against her chest, feeling her warmth and her breasts against me. They were about C cups, with light pink nipples and a mole on one. I gently caressed them, they were a little perky, and felt full in my hands. She asked that I not squeeze too hard. I imagine the reason being because she had a baby recently. I kissed down her neck to her chest, and then kissed her flat stomach making my way up to her nipples. I wanted to suck on them so badly, but she asked that I didn’t. Probably for the same reason she didn’t want me squeezing her breasts. So I lightly licked them and around them. She slowly threw her head back and ran her hands through my hair while letting out a soft gasp. My hand traveled down and I began rubbing her. I could feel her getting wet through her silky panties. I moved my fingers in circular motions and occasionally put pressure, getting the tip of of my finger into her, at which point she’d tug on my hair as her hands ran through it. After licking her nipples for a while, they began tasting different, like something was coming out of them. I didn’t care, it tasted so good in that moment and I wanted so badly to put my mouth over them and suck them as hard as I could, but she quickly pulled my head away when she realized what was happening.

We then lay down. I don’t remember how or when, but we both had taken off our underwear, I don’t even remember the color of hers. She had a cute bush, that was a darker blonde. My dick was hard and wet with precum. Her soft skin rubbing against it, leaving some of my precum on her legs. My hand went down her and I could feel she was wet and ready along with her soft bush. She wrapped her hand around my dick and it felt so good when she did. Her hand got covered with my precum as she slowly stroked me, biting my lip ever so lightly. Listening to the wet sounds of her hand stroking my wet member had me in the clouds. She put her leg over mine, and feeling her soft skin against me was mesmerizing. I could feel her pussy against my leg, it’s warmth and wetness. I got on top of her. I kissed her and she looked at me. “I want you.” she gently said. “Are you sure?” I asked. She nodded, reached down, grabbed my dick, and guided me in. She let out a moan, and it drove me crazy. She was so warm and wet, I looked into her eyes and I felt at home. I began thrusting, slowly at first, and increasing the tempo as time went on. After a couple of minutes, I was getting close to cumming, so we switched positions. She got on her belly and stuck her plump ass up to me. It was perfectly smooth and round, my hands feeling every inch of it. I took in the view, entered from behind, and pounded her. Hard. I held onto her hips and pulled her toward me with each thrust. She was enjoying it, moaning and gently saying “harder”. I was getting close again. We went back to missionary, and I went back in, her warmth overcoming me. I began thrusting at a quick pace, the bed moving with every thrust, our bodies clapping as they met. We both began grunting and moaning, and she squealed with each thrust, higher and higher. Her sounds were putting me over the edge. We both knew we were getting closer to climax, and in those moments didn’t care about anything else but expressing our passionate and primal urges with each other as I slid in and out of her. I could feel her tightening up. She held my face close to hers with both her hands. I told her I was going to cum. She closed her eyes and moaned, not saying anything, and still holding my face. I told her again, “Anna, I’m about to cum”. Anna looked at me, with her blue gray eyes and whispered into my ear “Then. Fill. Me. Up”. I went as deep as I could and released as she wrapped and squeezed her legs around me tightly, with wave after wave of cum shooting out. She rocked her hips as she wrapped her self around me, gasping and moaning intensely as she said “Yes…yes, inside me, let it all go.” The hot sensation engulfed us both and we were one at that moment, connected through an ecstasy of pleasure and lust, finally letting our pent up emotions for each other go, as if everything around us suddenly went black, leaving just us.

I collapsed on her and kissed her. She slowly began unwrapping her legs as I slowly pulled out. Her bush was wet and my dick was covered in my cum and her juices. We lay next to each other for a few minutes, caressing one other. We looked into each other’s eyes with a forbidden longing, knowing that in a different world, one where we were not married and maybe the same age, we could be together. We had to accept the fact that our lives simply did not line up, and that what had just happened was the intersection of a tangent and a curve, in that they’d meet once and then never again.

Anna: I wish I knew you when I was young.
Me: Me too.

We got up. I realized then that we hadn’t used a condom. I was so distracted by her beautiful body as we got dressed, that I forgot to ask if she was on any birth control. We cleaned up, and began our way back to work. We held hands the whole way back. It was the end of the day by the time we got to our work parking lot. She pulled up by my car. I looked at her, her eyes had watered up, and we kissed one last time. I got out, and I got into my car as she drove away, knowing that I would not, and probably should not, see her again.

I felt terrible for cheating on my wife. I loved her very much and I still do. But I would never tell her, taking this beautiful sin with me to the grave.

A year went by with no contact between Anna and I, when I learned through a mutual friend that she had given birth to another baby.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f3ia93/coworker_becomes_one_time_lover_mf