Martha
I used to work in insurance with a young woman, Martha. I was 28 and married. She was 25 with a BF. She was tall, like me, and had legs that went on forever. She was pretty with short black hair and had modest but perky breasts. So many times I imagined us in bed, her legs wrapped around me as I pounded her, ripe and needy. I loved the summer when she would wear sexy one piece outfits that showed her legs, or skirts that swayed just above the knees.
For whatever reason we connected. Started eating lunch together, taking walks at lunchtime. We talked about everything, becoming confidantes sharing what we didn’t like about our partners. Our conversations were sometimes teasing and suggestive, even dangerously so, but never crossed the line. Everyone thought we were having an affair but we weren’t, as much as I think we both wanted to (I did).
We parked in the same lot a little distance from our office building, so often walked there together after work. Martha ended up getting another job out of the area. The last day when we walked to our cars and stood saying goodbye, I decided to take a small chance. Now it seems silly, but then, being married, it felt very risky. I said “ Martha we’re never going to see each other again and I will always regret if I don’t give you a kiss goodbye. And I don’t mean a peck on the cheek”. I was nervous at how she’d react but she lit up like a Christmas tree and came into my arms.
Holding her body tight against mine that crisp fall day felt so good and warm. Her mouth and lips were moist and open. Our tongues played and danced together excitedly, exploring. We stood there, embracing and kissing until I said “Let’s get in my car”.
For the next half hour we made out, letting more than a years worth of desire erupt. We kissed passionately and fondled like teenagers. It wasn’t long before my hand was up her skirt and inside her panties, and she had unzipped me and released my stiff cock, stroking it smoothly. We proceeded to get each other off. First I fingered her to a shaking moaning orgasm and then she stroked me until I cried out that I was going to cum and exploded all over her hand and myself. The situation and the incredible release caused us to just laugh. We said goodbye, she got out and went to her car, and I never saw her again. I’ve always wondered how Martha’s life turned out. As for me, I had so much cum on my pants I had to spill a cold cup of coffee on myself to cover the evidence and avoid questions from my wife.
I had an assistant at work that was a beautiful blonde girl. We were both married and since I was her supervisor, I never approached her. When I was leaving for another job, she was sad that I was leaving and gave me a goodbye kiss in my office. She also told me to call her if I ever wanted to get together. So I called her and we got together for dinner when my wife was out of town traveling for work. After we ate I asked her to come to my house with me and she agreed. We quickly tore our clothes off and had sex right on the living room couch. We decided that we wanted to be together and divorced our spouses and then got married. We have now been married for 30 years. Divorcing our spouses wasn't a bad thing since neither of us had children.
Did the divorces go smoothly, or badly?
That is a great story. Thanks for sharing! I once worked closely for 8 yrs with a lovely girl from England. Both of us happily married - but I never did not enjoy looking at this sexy Brit at work every day! Great bum and legs in her always short skirts!
We became the best of friends - but on her last day at work we let our relationship take one more, final, step. She was 8 mos pregnant - leaving for England. Sitting on the grass at the art museum, where we often took our lunches, she leaned into me and gave me the sweetest, sexiest 3 min kiss of my life!
Original poster here-that’s so nice. I get it. Sometimes life deals is a funny hand and we just have to play the hand we’re dealt. I like that 3 minute kiss!