Co-worker would head home to her husband filled with my cum. [MF]

After things had ended with the hippie MILF I dated for a few months, things really slowed down for me in terms of relationships as I just chose to focus on work. During this time, I left my old job and began managing/bartending at a lounge type bar where most of the clientele were older, blue-collar folks during the week, and more of a mixed crowd during the weekend. During this time, I had a brief affair with a woman that I worked with, who was easily at the very least 15 years older than me (probably early to mid- forties during this time). This woman we will call Cindy. She was a woman who had taken care of herself over the years (gym, eating right etc.). She had a classic hourglass figure, tan complexion, a pretty face, full lips, big fake tits, and nice round ass. During her shifts, Cindy would always be dressed in a very sexy/flirty manner. She knew the type of body she had; and she would flaunt it to get better tips. She would always be showing off her amazing cleavage, often paired with skin-tight pants or dangerously short skirts, and nice pair of simple heels or wedges to go along with the whole outfit.

We would get along well enough when we first met. It felt like a typical work relationship, albeit with some light flirting. When work was dead, we would talk, and I found out that she had been married to her husband since her early 20’s and had a couple of kids with him. He did well enough at work that she didn’t have to have a job herself but did it anyway to avoid boredom and to have a bit more of spending money when needed. While it didn’t seem like she disliked her husband, there were trace amounts of resentment when she spoke about him.

One day Cindy comes up to me and tells me that her birthday is coming up and if I could make sure she is working that Friday night (She hoped to make more tips since it was her birthday). I agreed and we went on with our day.

So finally, her birthday came, and I showed up to open, shortly followed by Cindy who came in dressed in a white low-cut tank top to show off her tits, a light colored mini skirt and some wedges. The outfit itself was tight fitting, so it accentuated all her curves. I went to pick up some things that the bar needed and returned to see the place packed.

We are technically not supposed to drink on the job, but it happens, especially as the regulars start asking to take shots with the bartenders and this exactly what happened to both Cindy and me. As the night progressed, we would run into each other in the back room or walk-in fridge and exchange quick comments.

“Good job getting so many people to come. They definitely came to wish you a happy birthday.”

“It’s good turn out right? I was right to have the girls on display tonight” she said as she let out a little laugh and squeezed her tits together slightly with her arms.

In another one of these exchanges, she bent over in front of me as she got something from one of the bottom shelves, placing her heart shaped ass right in front of me.

“Don’t be getting any ideas while you’re back there!” she would say in a playful tone.
To hide my own surprise, I quickly gave a stock answer and tried to concentrate on work, but I kept checking her out more and more which she took notice to, smiling subtly. At some point when it had slowed down, I went to the back again to organize the walk-in just in case there was a last call rush. Cindy came in to grab a something. I turn to her and ask:

“How do you think you did in tips tonight?”

“Great! I think. Seems like more than the usual Friday night.”

“That’s good, I’m glad it went well for you.”

“Me too, but I think you owe me a little bit more since I made it happen” She walked closer to me with a dreamy look in her eyes.

I take the obvious hint and move in and kiss her. She kisses me back passionately; I pull her in as close as I can and let my hand drift down from her waist to her ass and I squeeze. She lets out a surprised little moan, we come apart, and she says:

“Oh, I came in here to replace a bottle, got to get back out there.” She smiles and mouths
“Thank you” as she returns to the bar.

With only a short time left in the night and emboldened by the kiss (and the booze) I walked out as she was talking to a couple of her friends that stopped by and in a quick moment when they were distracted, I gave her ass a little pinch. Cindy perked right up and bit her lower lip slightly and gave me a look that was equal parts surprise and excitement.

Soon enough the bar emptied, and we began to close the register and the bar. After we finished, we started preparing a couple of last drinks for ourselves. As she was pouring her own, I came up behind her and started kissing her neck, from the top to her shoulders. She let out a slow shivered breath and pulled the strap of her bra and tank top down so I could continue you kissing her bare neck and shoulders, but soon turned to face me and we began to make out again. My hand drifted to her other shoulder to pull down the straps and continued kissing her down until I was kissing the top part of her cleavage.

“That feels good…” she would say as she fully exposed her tits so I could suck on them properly.

She reached for my jeans and pulled out my throbbing dick and she began to stroke it, then she dropped down and pulled my jeans all the way down and began sucking it. She would grab a hold of my ass so fucking tightly, I could feel her nails digging in as she pushed herself as deep as she could, slobbering on my dick. Unable to contain myself any longer, I pulled her up, and she instinctively starts hiking up her skirt and pulling down her thong to expose the landing strip that she had formed on her pussy. She then jumps up on the low cooler we had behind the bar and spreads her legs to receive me. I get close to her and insert my hard on into her wet pussy and grab her waist as I begin to fuck her. I pushed in and out of her, and the moans began to fill the bar. She had wrapped her arms around me, and he leaned her chin on my shoulder, her nails would dig into my back too as I kept steadily raising the tempo of my thrusts.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Then without a word of warning she digs her nails in harder as she begins to cum, moaning even louder. I began to feel myself about to cum too, and without a second thought I quickly tell her:

“I’m gonna cum..”

Frantically, she moans:

“Cum inside me, cum in my pussy”

I release my load into her, my dick throbbing with every spurt. I pull out of her, and we both begin to catch our breath.

As we stood there in the post nut clarity, we began to come to our senses.

“Don’t worry I’ve had my fill of kids; it’s all taken care of down there.”

She pulled up her thong and adjusted her clothes. We awkwardly collect ourselves thinking about what we had just done and begin to turn off the lights and lock the doors so we can go home.

As I walk Cindy to her car, she leans in to give me a final kiss and says:

‘Thank you for the birthday gift sweetie, I had fun, but this was a one-time thing. I think we got carried away. Don’t expect this to happen again.”

I agreed and went off to my own car to drive home for the night and to contemplate what had just happened.

That comment about it being a one-time thing did not last long.

For the next couple of months, she would tease me around the bar. If I was working on stuff in the office, she would come in to ask something or other about work. Then she would lean down, and whisper thinks like:

“I’m not wearing anything under these jeans today.”

“I want to taste your dick again.”

“I can’t leave here without your cum in me sweetie.”

Eventually, we would be fucking almost after every one of our shifts together. Each time, she would swallow my load or have me cream pie her before she went on home to her husband. She even came over to my apartment a couple of times, where she confessed, she was getting off on the sneaking around behind her husband’s back. The thought of her lying in bed next to him filled with another man’s cum would turn her on even more.

After some time, she came to work one afternoon and said he that she was putting in her 2 weeks as she had found another job. I thanked her and said that it was fun working with her among other things.

“I had fun too sweetie but, this time it’s for real, we can’t keep seeing each other.”

I told her that I was okay with that and it was fun while it lasted.

The flirting continued very lightly for the remainder of the two weeks she was there except for the one last blowjob that she gave me.

I later found out from another bartender I worked with, that was close with Cindy, that her husband found out about the affair after she confessed to it during an argument. It was safe to say he already some suspicions of her infidelity. Cindy’s friend told me that the ultimatum the husband had was for Cindy to was to quit her job at the bar and go work for him at his office presumably to keep a closer eye on her.

For some time after that I would get random texts from her saying she misses bartending that office life was boring and best of all were the occasional dirty texts. I assumed these types of texts would happen when they would be fighting or something. After a while the texts stopped altogether and from what I heard is they are still together raising their kids.

I know it was fucked up on my part to participate in these actions behind the back of this man, while it does not justify it, I was younger then and was only thinking with my dick. Thankfully, it didn’t completely ruin her relationship. The sneaking around and sending her off full of my cum was definitely a hot experience while it lasted but not something I would do again. At least I don’t think I would.

Hope you enjoyed the read; I know it was a long one.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w2vz2l/coworker_would_head_home_to_her_husband_filled