Author: AcceptableExecutive

Russian Kiss[MF][oral][cheat]

About a year ago I got a new job and met someone. She was perfect in every way but one: She was married. I don’t have any compunction against dating a married woman. Too many women are miserable in dead end marriages they can’t leave for the reason of kids or money. For the purposes of this story, we can call her Galina. We worked closely together over several months, getting close. Becoming friends, flirting. We emailed, texted, called. She told me about some trouble at home with her husband during Zoom calls. When our company sent us to the conference during the time a few months ago when things seemed closer to normal we were both happy to go.

Our first night we got dinner. I convinced her to show me how to drink vodka and with each shot she became more relaxed and more herself. I enjoyed her taste in alcohol. She was elegant even in intoxication. I suggested we turn in—big day tomorrow. She smiled and apologized for being drunk. She blushed. I wanted her.
We walked back to our rooms and I made a move. Getting closer and closer to her against her door. I made small talk, not wanting the night to end. If she wanted me, she could have me. But I needed her consent. I wasn’t going to pressure her. My face got closer and closer to hers. Soon our lips touched and we kissed, our moth pressing harder and harder together. I felt her melt. I knew I had her. Read more »

A [M]oment of Per[f]ect Hedonism

I met her at a festival. She was just a bit over 5 feet tall, small and compact. She wore a wide brimmed hat, sun glasses, a black tank top that provided enough support for her small breasts, and a long tan skirt, and a light scarf that she used as a shawl to keep the sun off her neck, back, and arms. She had this great tattoo up her left arm, these small nuclear orange squirrels. It was the tattoo that broke the ice. We talked and–do you know when you meet someone and it seems like you’re already friends? It was like that. Everything we talked about it was like we had shared all of these experiences and we just didn’t know it.

It started to get dark. She took off her hat. Her hair was this dark short boy cut. I kept looking for ways to touch her and then my arm was around her and then I told her I wanted to kiss her and then she answered me by kissing me. We went to my tent and talked and got closer as the sky got darker. Read more »

The Work Wife [MF][oral][anal][cheat][interr]

Part 1
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She was a Punjabi woman, a Sikh, and despite being born half a world apart we found each other working as peers on projects for the United States Commerce department. She had a quick, biting wit that was perfectly synced with my own. Our rapport was easy and despite not getting my pop culture references, we could still make each other laugh. We became inseparable work spouses: having lunch together grabbing coffee, working as pairs at each other’s desks, taking walks together on the work campus.

While our personalities meshed well, physically we were near opposites. She was the picture of elegance, with brown skin, impossibly long hair, and a thin, lanky frame that supported ample breasts. I was pale to a fault, burning easily in the sun, short brown hair, and the size and build of a football player whose body had softened over the years into what could be called the classic dad bod.

We flirted together almost immediately upon meeting. She was married with two young boys, confiding in me that the marriage was arranged, so nothing was ever going to happen. We would talk and get close. One day I noticed that she kept touching me, my knee and my thigh, when we talked, sometimes letting her hands linger. I would touch her shoulders, but tried to walk a careful line of workplace behavior. Read more »