Seduction of a Married Co-Worker

I first met Ashley when I started a new job some 10-15 years ago. She was probably in her early 20s then, fresh out of college, just starting out her career like I was.

I wouldn't say we disliked each other, but there were no sparks or anything of the sort. We had no shared interests, our social circles had no overlap, we were barely colleagues, just two people, similar age, working on the same floor in the same building for the same company. We worked in offices that practically touched, but for the first few years, we barely spoke a word to each other as we worked in different departments. Nothing more than the occasional hello in the hallway.

Over the next decade, not much changed. At some point, we became Facebook friends the way one often does with acquaintances they share workspace with for a decade or so. There was a bit of joking back and forth, maybe, at a holiday work party or celebrating a coworker's birthday over cake, maybe once or twice working together on a project, but nothing even close to flirting. It was very professional.

Still, I couldn't help but notice how attractive she was in a girl-next-door way. She was the kind of girl you could tell grew up conservative. Probably went to church every Sunday for a little bit. A daddy's girl based on her loving tributes to her father on Father's Day that would pop up on Facebook. A loving sister. A great daughter and a wonderful mom herself too. But there was something beneath that exterior. You could just tell.

I wasn't invited to her wedding or knew much of anything about her home life. We weren't friends, just cordial coworkers. I knew she had 2 kids in that time and, based on Facebook, a kind, caring husband named Dan. They did family stuff like pick apples and vacations to Disney and all that stuff that plain ol' white upper middle-class families do.

In that time, I'd watched Ashley's body change the way many (most?) women's do as they age from their mid-20s to their mid-to-late 30s. She'd had two kids, putting on some weight that never really left. She'd gone from a relatively thin young lady to a more curvy woman, especially around her hips. Her ass was big and kinda flat, to be honest. Her face was still sweet, though, freckled with thin lips that opened to a beautiful smile and framed by long, natural red hair.

I found the transformation weirdly erotic. The way her large ass looked, though she usually kept her backside covered by the tails of a long flannel shirt or a top that went almost down to her knees. She didn't dress "down" or "frumpy" necessarily, but modest, clearly "off the market" and not seeking male attention. She'd probably laugh if she was told how sexy she looked. You could tell that she had tried dieting and exercise, but she'd sadly resigned to never getting that pre-children body back.

So, instead, she covered up with sweaters and sweatshirts and nothing that ever revealed much. The best you could hope for was the occasional peek at the band of her Hanes Her Way panties when she knelt down and the back of her jeans or khakis opened up just a little bit at the top.

And, for some reason, I knew I'd one day be with her. And that it would probably be through means that were a bit clandestine.

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Date night. About 4-5 months ago.

Ashley and her husband Dan were out, enjoying drinks at a sports bar near their home. They must've hired a babysitter.

I was out too and "just so happened" to be at the same sports bar. What a coincidence, right? Not really. This was an establishment they went to semi-frequently based on my reconnaissance, which really wasn't all that much: just listening a bit more closely at work when she talked about her weekend plans.

And so, I "accidentally" bumped into them. And then I bought them a round to celebrate something or other that happened at work. And then I, using what I'd gleaned from Facebook, really connected with Dan. Like, really connected. We found out we loved the same bands, rooted for the same teams, even agreed on the best pizza in town. Did you know Dan loves horror films and his favorite is Dawn of the Dead and that he had tickets for a special screening in a few weeks? I did... and then I told him I had tickets for the same screening and maybe we should hang out before and after, y'know? Grab some beers at that favorite pizza place we both adore.

I didn't push too hard.

We didn't go to that movie together or even exchange phone numbers.

But I had broken the ice. And, at work, Ashley and I talked more openly about our interests and whatnot. I wouldn't say we were really "closer," but I did find myself getting invited out to lunch more often by and her and the people in her "coworker clique."

This, of course, only gave me more access to personal information, and also meant she'd probably name-drop me at home to her husband.

"Oh, who'd you go out to lunch with today?" he'd ask.

"Just the usual. Takeisha, Katelyn, Christie, Drew," I imagine she'd answer. Drew is me.

"Oh, how's Drew doing? He never called me about the Dawn of the Dead thing," he'd say.

"Yeah, he told me to tell you that he was sorry and something came up and he didn't end up making it. But he did say he'd still like to go out for a beer sometime," she'd answer back.

This lasted about 3 weeks before I finally got his number from Ashley and I called him and we met for a beer.

We had a good time, watched a game, talked horror movies, talked about work. I learned he and Ashley had actually dated in high school, went to prom together and everything, but split up for several years when they went to different colleges, and then re-connected years later just as me and her were starting our careers.

"Wow, that's almost like a storybook romance," I told him.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said.

"I mean... you've basically been together your whole lives, save for what? A couple years? I mean, that's really special," I said.

"Yeah, Ashley is an amazing person, the love of my life," he said. It was really sweet.

"To Ashley," I said, hoisting my beer.

We clinked bottles and finished our drink and told each other we'd have to do this again sometime.

And we did. More than few times over the next several weeks. I was Dan's new best friend. Sometimes Ashley would join us, too. Those nights were fun. I'd practically shovel drinks down their mouths and wait for Ashley to inevitably go to the restroom.

"You're a lucky man," I'd say.

And Dan would just smile and nod, drunkenly.

"You can trust me... between me and you... you gonna go home and rail her tonight?" I'd ask.

Most of the time, Dan would just laugh off a comment like that. Sometimes he'd say something like "You better believe it, bro."

And when they left, on nights they were both a little more than tipsy, I'd give Dan a nod, a not-so-subtle gesture to say, "Go take care of business, bro." Like a baseball coach telling a player to swing for the fences. And Dan usually just smiled and shook his head a bit.

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More weeks went by and my birthday came around. A gorgeous summer night. I invited Dan to come out with me and a couple of buddies. Nothing crazy, just maybe some cards at my place. Of course, after about an hour of that, we hit a strip club. Dan resisted going at first, but it didn't take much to convince him otherwise. And then we drank a ton. I even busted out a little bit of coke, knowing full well that Dan, a good drinker, had probably not done anything harder than a weed gummy since college.

The rowdy mood led to all sorts of wild discussion, but I made sure to keep Dan "on the outside" a bit. Every time he seemed like he might chime in with an opinion on a stripper's body or was asked by someone about what his wife was like, I'd steer the conversation away before he could say anything.

Until, of course, we were alone while the other guys enjoyed lap dances in a private room.

"Thanks so much for coming out, Dan, I really appreciate it," I told him.

"Are you kidding me? This has been a wild night, man, thank you!" he said.

"Oh, no worries, brother," I said.

"Y'know, we can't tell Ashley about any of this," he laughed.

"Your secrets are safe with me, man... but I dunno... she seems like she might be cool with you blowing off steam every now and then," I said.

"Oh, for sure... but this is more than just blowing steam. A strip club? She'd kill me," he said.

"Really? I mean, dang, I thought she'd owe you," I said.

"Owe me?"

"Yeah, y'know... cuz of... like... when you weren't together," I said.

"What are you talking about?" he said, sobering up a little.

I paused. Deliberately. I gave him a look of confusion to match the one he was showing me.

"I just figured... y'know what? Forget I said anything... I'm drunk," I said.

"No, what did you mean? Why would she owe me?" he said, getting a little bit angrier.

"Listen, I'm not trying to cause a fight or nothing, especially on my birthday. Hey, let's do another shot," I said.

"No, I wanna know what you meant," he said sternly.

"Okay... y'know... sometimes at work, we go to lunch together, right? Usually just like me, her, some of the other salespeople, nothing weird, right?"

"Right..." he said, dragging the word.

"So... I dunno... it came up that she dated some guys during college when you weren't together and I just figured, y'know, like... a lesser guy might feel a certain way, like... uh... insecure about that," I explained, trying to be as delicate as I could be.

"Insecure? About what? Y'know, I dated other girls too during that time. I fucked lots of girls during that time. And they were hot," he said, clearly trying to convince me.

"Okay, that's awesome. See? Its no big deal... just, most guys might feel insecure about their wife having, y'know, a past," I said.

"What did she say about her past?" Dan asked me.

"Oh... I mean... I'm sure you know everything," I said.

"Yeah, I do... but, y'know... when we got back together, it's not like we talked about that sort of stuff. I mean, I didn't ask her for a detailed account of every guy she hooked up with and she didn't ask me about anything I did either," he said.

"See? That's beautiful, man. That is real trust. C'mon, let's do that shot," I said.

And we did. But I could see that I had his brain buzzing a bit. Over the next hour or so, I caught him a few times, clearly lost in the kind of semi-deep/semi-drunk thought that one can only sink into while music blares and coke-tinted mucus coats your nasal cavity, clearly wondering, "What does Drew know about Ashley?"

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A week later, Dan reached out. He wanted to get together for a beer. Of course, I said yes.

After a couple beers, he finally came clean with it.

"Dude... I have to admit... it's been kinda killing me," he said.

"What? You didn't tell Ashley about the strip club did you? I mean, you didn't even get a lap dance. You just saw some titties and maybe a beaver or two. No big deal," I said.

"No... it's not that. It's... what you said. About Ashley's past," he said.

"Oh... did we talk about that? Did I say something weird?" I asked.

"No... not really... just, like... I'm curious. What exactly did she say about, y'know, college?" he asked.

"Oh... you should really talk to her about that. I kinda feel weird," I said.

"I can't. I can't just bring it up now. What am I going to say? 'Hey Ash, we need for diapers for Danny Jr. and, remember when we went to college and were single, how many guys did you hookup with? I know it was 20 years ago, but its been bothering me this whole time,'" he said.

"Dan, what does it matter? She loves you. She's the mother of your boys," I said.

"I know it shouldn't matter... but, like, I dunno... it's gnawing at me. What did she tell you?"

"She didn't tell me anything... not me alone... it was a group discussion... it was just talk," I explained.

"Well, what did she say?"

"I mean... we were talking about... wild college stories and... she kinda slipped that she dated a guy who played college football," I said.

"Okay...? That's it? She dated a college football player?"

"Well... y'know, Takeisha kinda made a joke like, 'Oh, did it hurt?' Y'know? Like, making a joke about the guy being... black and... y'know... like, having a big dick," I explained (though I don't think I necessarily needed to).

Dan rolled his eyes.

"And then, Ashley kinda joked back, 'Only at first, then it felt pretty good,'" I said.

"She said that?"

"Yeah... but, like, everyone laughed, it was a joke," I reassured him.

"What else did she say?"

"Well... I dunno... Takeisha wouldn't drop it so she asked Ashley how big he was and then all sorts of other stuff. Honestly, I was, like, so embarrassed for her. It was really kinda inappropriate in hindsight," I said.

"All sorts of other stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean... we'd had a couple glasses of wine. It was all in good fun. We all shared stuff. It wasn't just Ashley saying things."

"You had wine during a work lunch?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No, this was a different time after work... at a happy hour," I answered.

"So... what else did Ashley say?"

"Man, I feel really bad about sharing this," I said.

"Dude, you can't hold out on me. I gotta pee, but when I get back, you gotta tell me exactly what she said."

With those words, he left with me sitting on a stool at the bar with two beers in front of me - his and mine. I contemplated my next move. Should I tell him the truth? The whole truth?

He came back a minute or two later.

"Please, don't put me in this position," I said.

"Dude, bros before hoes," he said. Like an idiot would.

"Fine... uh... well... I don't know... Ashley was, like, a party girl in college, I guess, if that's the word for it," I said.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"What do you want me to tell you?" I asked back.

"I wanna know whatever you know," he said.

"Okay... well... so... yeah, that college football guy... I guess he had, like, a huge dick. Like, porn star big."

"Jesus, she said that?"

"She... also... kinda showed it. Takeisha asked her how big, y'know... compared to yours. She said yours was, like, 4-5 inches, which, by the way, is totally average really. And this guy was supposedly like, 8 and thick, like, she said when she gave him head, she couldn't get all the way down on it. She said it was about as thick as the bottom of a ketchup bottle," I said, grabbing the bottle behind the bar to show him.

Dan shook his head in amazement and disappointment. I told him more.

"... And she said... one time at a party... he and this other player... she said she was pretty drunk... I guess they went back to his dorm room. Y'know, all three of them. She said her boyfriend and her were making out and... and one thing led to another and her boyfriend told her to take her shirt off... so she did. And then, he told her to show his friend what a... fire crotch... looks like... so, she took off her pants... and this other guy started playing with her tits too... and her boyfriend told her to suck his friend's dick... and so, they ended up having, like, a threesome. She said her boyfriend fucked her from behind while she gave head to his friend and they basically took turns with her all night. She said it was the craziest sex thing she ever did," I said.

"I don't believe that, she would never do that," Dan said.

"Hey man, you're the one that wanted to know all this," I said.

"You're fucking lying," he said, and he looked like he was ready to hit me.

"Chill out. You wanna make a scene here? You wanna go to jail tonight? Trust me, you don't want to do something stupid," I said.

He looked at me, a little confused. I nodded over his shoulder, motioning him to turn. This was the moment he wasn't expecting, but I was.

"You see that guy in the red baseball cap?" I asked him.

"Yeah..." he said.

"He's a cop. And so is the big guy he's drinking with. You know how I know?" I asked.

Dan didn't answer.

"I do their accounting around tax time every year. Free of charge. I get them great returns. I texted them earlier tonight. Told them I was going to be having a tough conversation with a coworker's husband and, as a favor, asked if they wouldn't mind making sure things didn't get out of hand. Now, they're off-duty so, it's just guys looking out for guys, y'know? Just in case you didn't take the news well," I said.

"What news? You're lying. None of that shit you said is true," he said.

"You should talk dirty to her more often," I said.

"What? Fuck you," he said.

"She really likes it and I could tell you don't do it enough. I mean, I know its hard to. You make love to her. She's your wife. But... sometimes... she needs something different, y'know?"

"Are you saying she's cheating on me?"

"Cheating is... I'm not sure that's the right word for it. She wasn't trying to hurt you... now, I'll tell you what I know... but you have to say you want to hear it."

He thought for a second, and then nodded.

"So... like I said, this all happened at the Grape Room, y'know, a couple weeks back after work. And, like I said, we all... kinda shared stories... and so... I sorta let it slip that I... y'know... have my own sort of... things I enjoy," I said.

"And...?" he asked.

"So... I kinda told her and Takeisha... there's things I'm into," I said.

"Like what?"

"Like... y'know... I'm into... satisfying women... with my... mouth... and I'm good at it," I said.

"I bet," he said sarcastically. I smiled.

"Hey, I didn't mean to brag... or I guess I kinda did because... after we left, I ended up going back to Takeisha's place for one more drink and she let me... y'know... show off my skill set. And then it became, like, a thing around the office, like, a joke, that I was.... like, this incredible... pussy-eater," I said.

"Bullshit!"

"Hey, 'word of mouth' is the best advertisement, right?... And so... a few days ago... Ashley made some joke about it. I think Takeisha told her about our... dalliance. So, I joked back... and... she... we... we just joked about it."

"Joked about it how?"

"Well... I think she came into my office for a meeting or said something like, 'Where do you want me to sit?' and I said 'Don't make me answer that, Dan would kill me' and then she kinda blushed and said something like 'From what I hear, it's the best seat in the office.'"

"That's a lie," Dan said through gritted teeth.

"Chill... It was a joke. And... I dunno... I think she just got curious. So... she asked me about my technique... and I suggested I could maybe give you some pointers, y'know... regarding how to properly... provide... oral pleasure," I said.

"I don't... I don't need pointers," he said.

"She said you do. And I said I'd help... I would under one condition."

"What condition was that?"

"Oh... I told her I'd need some sort of... token of trust. Something silly. I mean, we were probably violating all sorts of sexual harassment legal stuff just by having the conversation we were having. So... I told her I needed to trust her. And that she should... give me the panties she was wearing," I explained.

"She wouldn't, you're a fucking liar," he said, standing up as if to hit me.

"There a problem?" my police officer buddy said, putting his hand on Dan's shoulder, surprising him. He hadn't seen him approaching as his eyes had been completely focused on mine. Dan turned to the officer and sat back down on the stool.

"I'm cool. I'm cool," he said.

"He's good, Mike. No problem at all. Just needed to stretch his legs a little.... Dan, do you want me to finish my story or not?" I asked him, nodding to the officers to back away and give us our privacy.

He nodded again, obviously seething.

"So... Ashley went to the ladies room and when she came back, she handed them to me... still warm. Soft, cotton, what's that brand? Pink?... They smelled unbelievable. Not all fresh either... no, they were lived-in, y'know what I mean? A little funky, y'know?... You could tell she'd been getting a little hot during our conversation. A little sweaty... that sweat you sometimes get between the cheeks of your ass, y'know?... That's what they had on them... But that's okay... it's actually a bit of a turn on, to be honest. I mean, between you and me, I kinda like the smell of a nervous sweat down there."

Dan looked at me with hurt, angry eyes.

"You're sick," he said.

"I asked her, Dan... I asked her how often you eat her pussy... if you've ever tasted her cum... if you can make her squirt... if you eat her out properly, y'know?... If you lick her tight, little shithole too... y'know what she said?... She said it's been a long time and... when it comes to her ass, you don't get near it... but she said its okay, she's never asked you to."

I could see he was devastated.

"I told her she shouldn't need to ask... and then I said she needed to trust me. And that's when I told her to take off her leggings and show me... I said I wouldn't even touch her... I just want her to show me... show me what you neglect... so I could teach you how to properly please her."

Dan's face was red with a mix of disgust and pure hate. He turned slightly, registering that my cop buddies were still around.

"And she stood up, right in front of my desk, and she did it. She was wearing those real tight black leggings... man, I know she's gained some weight over the years but they still look good on her... she bent over and she lowered them... down to her ankles... and I saw that hairy, red pussy of hers for the first time... man, they call that a fire crotch, right?... And she sat down... and I got on the floor, on my knees right in front of her. I got a real, nice close look at that cute little fire crotch. It smelled amazing... oh my god. It was so hard not to just stick my tongue right into it... But she was so nervous... I told her she could touch herself, y'know, to relax a little... and she did... she rubbed herself right in front of my face... just rubbing it with her fingers... I could practically feel the heat coming off of it... she apologized for how hairy it was... that she was expecting anyone to see it... and I told her she didn't need to apologize it... that it was beautiful... that I loved the way it looked... the way it smelled... her sweaty, red pussy with that nice clit of hers. Looks like a chewed up bubblegum, right?"

I could almost make out a tear in Dan's eye.

"I mean, I know she could feel my breath on it as I was talking. I was that close... It was so hot. Her whimpering... as she played with herself right in front of me... I couldn't... I couldn't resist... I asked her if she minded if I jerked off while she played with herself... that it wouldn't be cheating, that we'd just be pleasuring ourselves... that I wanted to stroke myself while I watched her make herself cum... that I wanted her to cum right in my face."

"You sick fuck," Dan said.

"Oh, its okay... she said I could.. so I took out my dick and... I started jacking off... and I could see she was getting really turned on. She started inserting her fingers into her pussy... and, man, I just moved my face even closer... I mean, my nose was practically touching her pussy lips... I told her how good it smelled... how I wanted to taste it so bad... how I wanted to lick her sweaty little asshole too... ooh, she loved that... she let out a little whimper when I said that... I asked her if she'd like to get her stinky little tightness licked clean... she said yes... she wanted it so bad... I asked her what it felt like to know every guy in the office wanted to fuck her... that we all wanted to use her... just like in college... when she'd get drunk and let guys take turns... and she just kept saying 'yes'... I told her it was okay... she could squirt... like a good little slut... right on my face... and then I'd do the same to her... she can cum in my face and I'll cum all over hers... and, Dan... those were like the magic words... man, it was incredible to watch... I told her I needed to see it... that I needed to see her cum... and, man, her legs, her whole body shook. It was unbelievable. She made a mess on that chair."

Dan looked at me in stunned silence. Defeated. His spirit fully broken.

"So... I let her catch her breath, y'know... and then I took her hand... and she was still trembling, man... and I brought her hand right up to my face... and I kissed it... and I put her fingers in my mouth... I tasted her cum... and I asked her... I asked her if she wanted me to taste her pussy... and she nodded... so I told her... I said... bend over... and she looked kinda confused so... I told her... I want to taste it from behind... I could tell she'd never been eaten out from behind before too... She was a little nervous, even... I told her it was okay... I was going to do what I said I would... I said, I'm gonna jerk off while I eat your pussy... and then I'm gonna taste your sweaty, little asshole... and kinda gasped when I said that... like, shook almost... and then she turned around... and put her knees on the seat of the chair and stuck that big, pale ass of hers out at me... and I did what I told her I would... I licked her pussy... I sucked on those big puffy pussy lips of her... and I stuck my tongue into her pussy... and then I asked her where she wanted me to lick her next... I made her say it... I told her I'd only lick her there if she said it... and do you know what she said?... Do you know what she said, Dan?"

Dan looked at me with pure scorn.

"No," he uttered.

"She said 'Please'... and I told her, I needed to hear her say it... and she did... she said 'lick my ass'... oh, you should've her... it was so quiet... she whispered it... and I said that still wasn't good enough... I said be more specific, say it louder and I gave her a little slap on her ass, y'know... and she said it... she said 'lick my asshole'... and I told her to say it again... and she said it again... and that third time she asked... that's when I did it... I licked her sweaty little asshole and she reached under herself and even without me telling her to, she rubbed her pussy like a maniac... and I licked it and licked it...

and I asked her if she liked it... if she liked getting her tight little asshole licked... and she just kept saying 'yeah'... and I told her it was okay... it was okay to finger herself while I licked her little shitter... and I asked if she wanted me to stick my pinky finger in her ass... and she said 'yeah'... so I did... I took my pinky finger and I pushed it... pushed it right into Ashley's little asshole while she played with herself... I called her a whore... I called her a slut... I told her I wanted to make her the office slut... that all the different guys in the office... all our clients... they could come to her whenever they wanted... and they could eat her fire crotch... they could fuck her... they could jerk off on her face... whatever they wanted... and she came again... with my finger in her ass... and that was enough for me.... I stood up and I told her to turn around and look at me... and I jerked my dick right in front of her face... I told her to close her eyes... and I came... I mean, it was a huge load... all over her face."

I raised my glass and clinked it against his, which sat, untouched for minutes now, in front of him.

"I should kill you," Dan said.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that. See... there's a silver lining to this cloud. Yes, I ate out and jerked off on your wife, the mother of your boys' face and, yes, she did enjoy it... but if you kill me, hurt me, assault me, you'll end up in prison or jail and you'll never see any of them again. Or, y'know, you can maybe convince your wife that you're willing to try an open marriage. I mean, like you said, you had a lot of girlfriends in high school and college, right? I'll even let her know I think its a great idea. I mean I have even saved your family tonight, if you think about it. You get to sleep with other women potentially and Ashley... well... she'll kinda be, like, ours to share."

I finished my beer and stood up, leaving Dan speechless.

"Enjoy the rest of the night, buddy," I said, as I walked away.