I [M38] think this is the beginning of a beautiful ..relationship … with a married coworker[F32] [MF]

I am from India and English is not my first language so apologies upfront for any mistakes. This may be a series of stories about a relationship I was in for over 5 years or may be just this one story. Who knows?

It was a hug very long time in the waiting. The next thing we knew we were kissing each other. But as with all good things, we must wait and things may not proceed as one might imagine. So here is a little background.

I (G) was in my late 30s and she (T) in her early 30s and she is British. I am an automobile engineer and she is a graphic designer. I am an average looking bloke and she was clearly out of my league if looks were the only thing deciding the matters. The most important bit, both of us were married. I was dead in my marriage and she was not looking. We were not acquainted though we did know about each other. That was soon to change. Across a cluster of events, over a period of 10 months or so, for the company in many different cities, first we ran into each other, then worked with each other and before long we were officially a team handling some of the most crucial aspects of the events. There was an admiration for each other’ quality of work. There were some highs and lows of working against set deadlines and we kept getting closer as we sailed through those. I was fighting my feelings for her. I am not the one for a one night stand and an affair would be too damn energy sapping. Besides I had no idea how she felt. But one thing was clear we were liking each other’ company. The culmination of all the events was a gala event where our team won the best overall entry and we hugged, celebrating in joy, a professional hug. She went on to win a few additional awards some of which I contributed towards in my free time and she acknowledged the same wondering however can she thank me? “A hug would be a good”, I said in a manner that betrayed my feelings just a tad bit. She smiled and off she went away. A couple of months went by and we were back to our daily grind at the office often having coffee and lunch breaks together.

One day, a working day, she invited me for lunch at her place. Her British husband was on a business trip to Germany. As we sat down on the table there was anticipation in air. We barely spoke and while we never had any difficulty striking a conversation discussing anything under the sun, during those moments any effort to hold a conversation seemed deliberate. We finished our lunch and I asked if we should leave for our office. “I am yet to thank you. Don’t you want the hug?”, she asked.

As I mentioned it was a hug that was very long time in the waiting and as soon as we hugged, definitely not a professional one, we pressed against each other harder. I had a hard on and I was sure she could feel it through my trousers. She looked at me, not breaking the hug and I was lost in the eyes. I kissed her and she kissed me back with a ferociousness it made me think if this was an affair that would consume me! I was enjoying the kiss and simultaneously thinking if this would wreck me. I had been dead for many years; she had made me feel alive and I was conflicted. Not about cheating on my wife, not about my feelings for her but I was afraid. I was scared of my own feelings and if I was feeling being in love again. I broke the kiss and I asked her if she was sure of what she was doing? I was pretty sure I was okay with cheating on my wife but was she okay as well with cheating on her husband? That seemed to have taken her aback. She said she would give it a thought and we both left for the office.

Things were obviously different for us at the office. We were our usual selves making jokes, enjoying coffee/lunch breaks but there was an undercurrent of feelings we both betrayed to each other every now and then. A couple of more months passed by and it was clear we both were falling in love with each other, at least from my side. I would get to know it was mutual later. For me things were also physically painful as I had a constant hard on thinking about her, thinking about her body and in anticipation of sucking on her nipples and eating her pussy, in anticipation of entering her. Many a sperm generated and let loose with groans and moans. Coming back to life was ON. There were times I cursed myself for asking her if she was okay with cheating!

The summer of 2013.

Her husband was out on a business trip. She asked me if we could have breakfast at her place before going to the office. I agreed and was at her place in a blink. She wore a long skirt and a white top. As I closed the door behind me, she looked at me and said, “I love you.”. Any shred of an inhibition was gone. I pulled her towards me and kissed her hard. Our tongues probing each other as my hands started groping her body. We went to her bedroom, kissing all the way. I took her top off and started nibbling on her perfect earlobes, kissing her neck and back at those insanely beautiful earlobes. I laid her on the bed, took her bra off and admired her perfect breasts, full and firm but not huge before I teased her nipples with my tongue even as my hands were under her skirt, caressing her inner thighs and rubbing her pussy from over her panty. She had meanwhile opened my jeans and her hands were alternatively playing with my balls and stroking my shaft. As I intensified my teasing and sucking of her nipples she started moaning and her grip became firm on my cock. We got rid of our remaining clothes. There she was, lying on her bed, more beautiful than I had ever visualised, a goddess. “You are insanely gorgeous”, I told her as I looked up. She smiled, kissed me and thanked me. My right middle finger entered her pussy and she spread her legs further to let it in. She moaned and I probed. She was wet, slurping wet as I continued sucking on her nipples. They were heavenly. I am huge on foreplay. Her moaning intensified and her ‘O God!” in her British accent made it even sexier. I put one more finger in as her tight pussy was very well lubricated and palming her vagina, folded and opened up my fingers inside her repeating it in a loop. That made her arch and she grabbed my head to suck on her nipples harder as she orgasmed. All the while her hand was stroking my penis and I was aware of the amount of pre cum on my penis. Once her body relaxed from the orgasm, I went down on her. I started biting the inner thighs gently before I started licking her pussy. The taste of her juices was insanely good. Nectar. I probed further with my tongue and she lifted her legs to give me better access with my tongue. My hands were playing with her breasts and she started moaning again and her British accent was driving me to the edge. On my part I was happy to let my tongue and my hands do all the work. We Indians do not make for a great accent anyway. As my tongue went in deeper and pulled out alternating the whole thing again, I inserted a finger again in her pussy and finger fucked her as well. She was on the edge telling me she was cumming again and I was only too happy to increase my pace with my tongue and my finger. Soon she had her second orgasm and I was on an extreme edge rubbing my cock against her legs. I then moved up, looking into her eyes, kissing her and her hand positioning my cock in front of her pussy. As I entered her tight pussy, it was the end of a death sentence for me, a beginning of a new spring. She was tight despite being extremely well lubricated and I am …. more than an average, not extremely but definitely, and definitely wide. I entered and pulled out, repeating till I had completely entered her. We were kissing hard, I held her hands above her head with one hand and played with her nipples with my other hand. Once I was all in, I arched enough to simultaneously suck on her nipples. As I sped up my rhythm, she matched me with her rhythm and soon we were at a frantic pace. She wrapped her legs around me and pushed me towards her with them. Once more I looked into her eyes, said “I love you”, “I love you too” and we kissed. I was about to cum and asked her where should I cum. She said, “just not inside”. I pulled myself out and sprayed my cum all over her flat tummy. I collapsed on her arm. We took a quick shower together and had breakfast before heading for the office.

We have made love and we have fucked each other’ brains out multiple times since then till it lasted but that is for some other story/stories.

The workplace was never the same after that breakfast.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fz3d9e/i_m38_think_this_is_the_beginning_of_a_beautiful