collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Part 3 – The Aftermath
I pulled on some jogging bottoms and stuffed the panties into my pocket, grabbing a towel out of the wash basket before carefully closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I was trying to be so quiet she clearly had been watching me fuck the ever living brains out of Hannah, and enjoying herself while she was at it.
Is that her thing? Is that why our sex life has been so dead, because she prefers to watch? Or was it the struggle that turned her on?
PART 1 – The Encounter
So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.
That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.
Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork.
So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.
That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.
Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork.