[FM] I get myself off fantasizing about an older married man.

I [28F] can’t stop fantasizing about fucking my married older coworker [46M]

We met a year ago when I started a new job and he did some of my company orientation. He walked through the door and shook my hand and I felt electrified. The heat rose quickly into my cheeks. And elsewhere. He’s tall and always well groomed, with a shock of silver hair, a beard, and a smile that makes me bite my lip. He’s got the dad bod going on but honestly, it’s so sexy. I want to run my hands over every last inch of him.

We hit it off instantly. We’re in different departments but we cross paths every week or so. Every time we do he always wraps me up in a huge hug that lingers a little longer than it should. His smell is intoxicating. He smiles so big it just makes me melt, and makes me wish I’d brought spare panties.

I always tell myself that he’s so friendly with everyone, I’m reading into it too much. There’s no way he reciprocates. But there’s also no way he can’t see me eye fucking him every-time we meet.

Whenever I see him, I fantasize about him that night when I’m either fucking my long time partner or, when he’s not in the mood (which is far more often than I’d like) I rub my clit raw thinking about what his dick must taste like. What he must sound like when he cums with his deep husky voice.

We text sparingly. It’s light and flirtatious. I know I need to hold myself back because I’ll say something I can’t take back. He has a wife and 3 lovely little children, who I met at the company Christmas party. Seeing this giant of a man be so good with his children strokes something primal inside of me. His wife hates me. I thought she was going to scream when he greeted me with one of his lingering hugs. We spent much of the party together, but then I didn’t hear from him for a while after. I suspect something must’ve come up between the two of them about it. Honestly, I’m no home wrecker, so I didn’t push the issue. I just quietly revelled in my name being on his tongue.

Fast forward to the last month. I ended up temporarily laid off due to the economic down turn. He started calling me every other day to check in, tell me some jokes to cheer me up. Tell me that’s he’s thinking about me. I still thought he was just being friendly.

All until last night.

I’ve managed to find some temporary work to get me through the slow down. He called to congratulate me. It started off innocently. But things started to heat up. He mentioned how he missed our hugs, and seeing certain parts of me as I walked away from him. By the end, I told him, “I think it’s probably bed time, because I can’t think of anything to say to you that won’t get me into a world of trouble, no matter how much I want to say them”. I held my breath while I waited for his reply. Which took a very long time. I panicked thinking I’d ruined our relationship. We could conceivably be working together until he retires. He eventually said “I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling. There is plenty I wish I could say to you too”.

And that was it. I stayed up most of the night destroying my clit with my fingers and toys. Imagining all the ways I could make him cum. Running my hands through his gorgeous silver hair while I hold his face to my pussy. Squeezing his face and that bears with my thighs. Making him lick up the years worth of pussy juice he’s made me cum.

When I get back to work we will both be traveling to a remote work site once a month or so, and we may end up there at the same time. I imagine greeting him at his hotel door with my favourite black lace bra and panty set. Pushing him back into his bed. Making him peel all that lace off with his teeth, through that sexy fucking smile. Wrapping my legs and arms around him while he sits on the edge of his bed and riding him until he cums. Not stopping even when he begs me to so I can squeeze every last drop out of his cock. Cleaning him off with my tongue and then kissing him, so he can see what we taste like together.

I’m fucking soaked writing this right now, and resisting the urge not to text him a picture of how wet he’s made me.

Because I’m not about that life, but a girl can dream…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gq4hsw/fm_i_get_myself_off_fantasizing_about_an_older