Drunk [F]ucking [M]y Married Coworker

Just stopping by to tell a fun story about work from a few weeks ago.

TL;DR I hooked up and came inside of my 50-year-old, married, co-worker in the back of her family SUV.

A little about me: 30, 6’2”, 205, short black hair, strong hands.

So there’s this gal I work with, Tris (short for Tristan). We’ve been working together for about four years now. Tris isn’t my ideal type, but she she’s cute: pushing 50, 5’4”, 115, friendly, smart, quick-witted, blonde, straight hair to her shoulders. Tris isn’t curvy by any means, but she’s tight all around. She only a small B-cup, 32-26-28. But she’s got the energy and swagger about her. She doesn’t give a shit what you think about her or her work. She can be difficult to get along with sometimes but she always gets the job done and she does it well. Outside of work, she is married with two kids. Tris is normally very personal, every once in a while, showing pictures of her kids. But she’s not on any social media and there was a rumor going around that she was separated from her husband.

Anyway, at work the other on a Friday (I’m a biologist), we’re just sitting in our work area. I’m filing some paperwork and she’s writing up a report. We’re up to our old shenanigans, joking around about sports, food, liquor, and life. Somehow, we end up on the topic of STDs. We’re talking about how teenagers these days are having unprotected sex, how girls are especially more lax. When it comes to oral sex. Apparently, Tris grew up in an age where premarital sex was absolutely frowned upon. Our dialogue continued and progressed to me trying to help her open her mind. It was nearing the end of our work day so we invited some colleagues to a local pub.

We were joined by Joe, Jennifer, Kate, Jamie, and John. The drinks started pouring and we included everyone in the discussion. I wasn’t going to change Tris’ mind on premarital sex, but our conversation progressed to kinkier topics: sexual health, Kegels, past relationships and flings, and sex toys.

Things began to escalate after about an hour and three rounds of Irish whiskey: oral sex, BDSM, group play, open relationships. It was at this point that I realized, my team is just a bunch of horny fucks! We all knew Jamie had a potty mouth, but it was Joe that surprised us because he’s normally really quiet. Jamie and Joe always had a chemistry about them (a story for another day!).

It’s about 1:00am and John left for the evening. I could see Joe next to one of those electronic jukebox things that you feed money to so it can play your selection of music. Meanwhile, I’m at the bar with Tris, back at it, trying to tell her that premarital sex reveals a lot about your partner and something about intimacy. She’s talking. The music in the background makes her voice sound really squeaky. This is really where things get foggy because I’m just thinking to myself that Tris’ mouth would look better around my cock. I decide to make a move and say exactly what I was thinking. “I’m sorry, I can’t hear what you’re saying because I want that pretty little mouth around my cock.” She looks at me, unfazed, like I just told her the Moon was in the sky. She looks at me like this for what seemed like a day. Then, she break eye contact with me so see what the others are doing, slowly turns her head to me and says, “Took you long enough.”

I look around and all of the lights are on and people are filing out. Before I knew what was happening, Tris grabs my hand and we head towards the door. We wave at the others but I don’t think they see us. She lead us to her car in the parking lot. She drives this nice spacious SUV, probably a Chevy Tahoe or something. She opens the cargo door and tells me “Well, don’t you want me to suck on it?” I paused for a second. She opened her eyes wide at my hesitation. I undo my belt and unbutton my pants. I sit down on the bumper and hop in backwards and before I know it, Tris already has a hold of my pants and boxers and is sliding them down. I’m rock hard and pretty drunk but I can feel the excitement and anticipation moving up from my crotch to my chest. Tris jumps in and looks up at my cock and without saying anything grabs hold of it and within five seconds is already gagging on it. I’m so turned on when a woman is gagging on my cock. After about two minutes of awesome gagging, vacuum-like sucking, and stroking, she comes up for air and ties her hair back. She whispers, “Don’t cum yet, I want you inside me.” I didn’t have a condom but we didn’t care. She was so wet I wasn’t going to deny her anything at this point.

She got up over me and leaned over the back seat on her knees. I moved to the side of her, pushed her long skirt up onto her back and moved her panties to the side. “I’m so fucking wet,” she said, writhing around waiting for me to enter her. I grabbed her hips and slid into her easily. If it wasn’t for me being so drunk, I probably would’ve cum immediately. But I thrusted into her hard and fast and filled her to the brim. She didn’t make a sound at first but then I realized it was because she was holding her breath. She finally let out a loud and labored “Fuck!” after a few moments and said “I just came!” Meanwhile, I’m still thrusting as she tried to catch her breath. When she finally caught her breath, she arched backwards, grabbed my neck and pulled me into her shoulder. She was rubbing my neck while my I continued to explore with my cock. In between her breaths, I barely made out, “Cum inside me.” My mind hesitated for a second but I was climaxing. I grabbed her hips hard and she screamed as emptied into her.

We fell back into the floor of cargo space of her car, breathing like we just finished a marathon. She went on to explain that her husband and her were in an open relationship and not having sex together anymore. She apologized for sometimes being a bitch at work. I told her she made up for it this evening. By this time, I was pretty sober but Tris offered to drop me off at home anyway. We parted with a little kiss and she softly said, “See you on Monday. Maybe we can do it again sometime.” I smiled at her and nodded my head. Best. Night. Ever.

FWB? Sure. Why not? If we hook up again, I’ll share if you want to hear about it :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ssgt2/drunk_fucking_my_married_coworker