Andrea and James Pt. 02

Andrea and James - Part 2 of 3

The relationship develops. Tim discovers her infidelity.

I accidentally posted Part 01 () in the Loving Wives category instead of Erotic Couplings even though that was an acceptable category. To understand this part, one really needs to read Part 01.

The physical relationship well and truly crosses boundaries. It could be in Loving Wives, Romance, Mature, Erotic Couplings but I decided to put it in Erotic Couplings as it is basically about an altruistic friendship between work colleagues that develops into something more, before finally falling into infidelity, ending in divorce but the husband is collateral damage to the colleagues' relationship.

It really is quite fascinating reading comments from Part 01, noting so many different perceptions and reactions: How one set of words may be interpreted in so many different ways.

Chapter 4

Having returned to work, Thursday afternoon passed quickly for them both, Friday not so much, but they were both now thinking about, and looking forward to their next meeting, the coming Tuesday. They spoke using their mobiles on Friday and discussed spending a little more time together, but Andrea having suffered a brief moment of guilt after Thursday's session, insisted it not take time away from any further activities with her husband. After much discussion, they settled on working more hours to make up the time they wanted for extended lunch time meeings. James was single so he could choose those hours at any time, but Andrea was married and was insistent, stressing strongly, that her extra hours not impact on her time with her husband, friends or any other myriad of things that needed to be done outside work.

Her husband had a long commute so he normally left for work about ninety minutes before Andrea, so she decided that the morning, after her husband left for work would be when she would work the extra hours. If they added an extra hour to each of their two weekly lunches that would mean they would only have to work an extra 24 minutes, an extra half hour a day to make up the time. To disguise any potential links James would work his hours sometimes in the mornings, sometimes in the afternoon, whilst Andrea worked all her extra hours in the mornings only. They each agreed, and cleared the arrangements with their respective supervisors or bosses. So they each left work Friday happy, ready to enjoy the weekend, but looking forward to their next meeting on Tuesday.

Andrea started the new week arriving at work half an hour earlier than she had in the past, to begin building up credits that would enable her to have an extra two hours a week for those longer lunches that she and James wanted. Time she wanted to spend with James, giving him some comfort to help heal his broken heart. She rang him on her mobile and asked if he was making up the time too. He said he had already arrived too. "Is there anyone else in your area yet?" he asked her.

"No... Just like I used too, most don't get here until nine on the dot," and chuckled.

"That gives us about twenty minutes" he replied, "want to sneak in a hug?"

"Oh James, you know we can't do that... The risk is just too great. And it's only a day we need to wait."

"Yeah, you're right I guess... Enjoy your day."

"You too," she said, smiling to herself as she disconnected the call and briefly held the phone to her chest before placing it back on the desk.

Monday seemed to drag for them both but Tuesday arrived and both were in great spirits.

They'd decided not to take extra time during their lunch meetings this week as they wanted to make sure they had accrued enough bonus hours before taking advantage. The great thing this company allowed was that this flexitime arrangement allowed them to accrue up to five full days of hours before needing to use them.

For the next few weeks Andrea and James met at his apartment twice weekly, mostly Tuesdays and Thursdays, thus spreading out their times to be together as much as possible, but James wanted more, as did Andrea, had she dared to admit.

Their lunch hours, as well as general discussions about many things, were most satisfying sexually. Andrea was orgasming more frequently and James was a most happy recipient of blow jobs that seemed to improve in quality each time they met. They cuddled naked on the couch and their familiarity grew such that a simple touch between them was enough to get her juices flowing, soaking her panties, and James's erections to make their status known.

They had been building up their hourly credits to the stage where they were each entitled to one full day off. Having decided not to use the extra time during their lunch hour meetings, in favour of having an entire day together appealed to them. Their lunch-hour oral exploratory sessions, whilst extremely enjoyable and satisfying were though, pushing them closer to the final boundary. The last few times it was mainly a lack of time that prevented taking that final step, along with an occasional twinge of guilt, but any guilt was quickly dispelled as she knew her actions were in a good cause.

But the tension had been building, as had the desire to spend more than just an hour or two a week together. The desire to take that last step, to cross that last boundary, was something that had been growing stronger in Andrea's psyche, though that had never been in her mind when their friendship began. She'd never, in her wildest dreams, thought their friendship would ever get to this point, but over time, initially unconsciously, and unbidden, feelings had grown to the point where she now knew with certainty, that their bodies would join to complete the final healing. Having decided to spend the whole day together in James's apartment, maybe today may not be the day, but it would come.

Andrea left home as normal, as if she was going to work, so there would be no difference that anybody would notice had they cared or been curious enough to look. The only difference was that she drove directly to James's apartment.

Andrea arrived at James's apartment and as he opened the door, she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him strongly, looking up into his eyes with the broadest smile on her face, then, as he bent down to give her one of his sensual soft kisses. She moaned as their tongues met and felt almost giddy as her entire body tingled. She was so happy. She would be spending the entire day with James. He had recovered, healed, much of his broken heart over the period of the last month or so, no doubt helped by the intimate touching, the closeness of their bodies. They broke the kiss for a moment as they observed a tenant from one of the other apartments walk by. He took her hand and pulled her into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Hurriedly they started removing each other's clothes, kissing and rubbing their hands over each other's bodies. They walked over to the couch and sat down. By now it felt natural to be totally naked in each other's company. Their brief lunch sessions had established the need to act quickly to fondle each other's bodies. To satisfy their need to intimately touch each other.

Andrea took his hands in hers and asked, "James, how are you feeling these days?... Do you still think about Cheryl?"

He reflected for a moment before replying, "Sometimes... No, I don't think about her any more apart from some very fleeting momentary thoughts from time to time. But they don't affect me as much anymore... You may not believe this, but I actually ran into her just yesterday and it felt weird afterwards when I thought about it. I had been engaged to this woman, she had cheated on me, yet as we said hello to each other and briefly exchanged pleasantries, I realised that apart from maybe a tiny twinge, there was no real feeling. Not hate, not resentment, no longing, no regrets... nothing... It was almost as if she was just an acquaintance, just someone I knew. But we would never be friends. It was just like sometimes when you meet someone for the first time. You decide if you're possibly going to like them or you decide you don't like them, or you can give or take. That's what it felt like... And I purely have you to thank for that," and he leant in and kissed her. "With your support, your help, your giving me comfort, you've helped make me whole again."

"Oh James, that is so good to hear. I'm so proud of you, although that doesn't seem like the right emotion. I'm so glad you are okay now and that my comforting you has helped you. That makes me feel so good... So good that I was able to help someone who needed it."

"Oh I definitely needed it, but I still thank my lucky stars that someone like you, so beautiful, so caring, took me under her wing, into her care to help someone like me. You've spent a lot of time with me... we've spent a lot of time together. I've been selfish and maybe taken you away from Tim and your other friends all those times we have been together, but you cannot possibly, not even in your wildest dreams know the effect you have had on me. I love you...," and he quickly added, "As my dear friend."

Andrea was so moved to hear those words and her eyes misted up a little. She felt so good. Yes, there may have been some times when they were together that she could have called her husband Tim, just to say "hi" like they did before she met James, and maybe recently she may not have been in the same emotional space as Tim when having breakfast together, on those Tuesdays and Thursdays, days when she was bubbly and excited about meeting James, but Tim didn't seem to notice anything different so all was good in her world. But Tim had noticed.

"Thank you so much James... But it's been a two-way street you know. It hasn't all been just for you," as she smiled. "I've benefitted too. Knowing I was doing something good was so very satisfying to me too... and very pleasurable I might add," as she reached down and took his cock in her hand. His initial erection after greeting her at the door and both having removed their clothes, had subsided a little as they'd been talking, but taking it in her hand it quickly started rising again.

He leant in to kiss her as his hand cupped and gently fondled her heavy breast, running his thumb over her erect nipple when she said, "James, let's do something different today... Let's go to your bedroom." This had been excruciatingly slowly building over many months and she no longer wanted to wait for what was inevitable. She had decided. She knew with absolute certainty that this was what needed to be done to compete the healing process.

James sat there stunned for a moment. He'd hoped this moment would come at some point but had not pushed anything, making sure he did nothing to remind her that she was married, that it would mean she was crossing the last boundary.

Andrea smiled and asked, "Don't you know where it is?" He shook his head "Ummm... yes, I think I know where it is," still a little stunned but recovering. Andrea looked down and started giggling. James's cock was steel hard and pointing upwards, "Well at least I think he knows where it is... and maybe why I need it," and laughed.

"Oh, and what is it you need?" he asked as he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Pulling back the duvet he sat Andrea down on the edge of the bed, his cock just at the right height for her to take it in her mouth. She loved giving him head and wasted no time licking, sucking and stroking and it was only a few minutes, primed as he was to let her know he was cumming. His hands were fondling her ample breasts. He felt her nipples hardening as she stroked and sucked harder and harder until he came, spurt after spurt hitting the back of her throat causing her to moan loudly as she had what was to be her very first orgasm for the day. The first of many.

He'd only softened a little and as she started cleaning him with her mouth he hardened again. He moved back, lifted her legs and swung them around so that she was now lying full length on the bed. He went to climb over her but she pushed out her left leg toward the middle of the bed causing a little awkward movement from James as he almost fell sideways but had now ended up between her spread legs.

Looking down he saw the wetness on Andrea's swollen labia, he saw the hooded pea that he'd become so familiar with these last weeks then heard her say, "I need you inside me now... I need you so bad," as she reached for his penis, rubbed the glans up and down her slit before placing her hand on his buttocks and pulling him down, causing him to go balls deep in one swift movement, moaning, uttering, as she pulled her knees up to her chest, "Let me comfort you James, let me make you happy... take me James... take me and cum in me... let me feel your seed fill me up... " as she orgasmed again, her entire body trembling, relaxing then shivering before dropping her legs down.

He waited a couple of minutes before slowly moving in and out of her hot pussy, the withdrawal stroke meeting some resistance as her tight pussy walls tried to stop him leaving. Even though he'd cum already, her orgasm combined with what her vaginal muscles were doing had him harder than he'd ever been before. It felt so incredibly good to finally be inside her. As he moved in and out he saw her eyes, whilst still having a little of that glazed look, looking back at him and smiling. For what seemed like hours, they both enjoyed his thrusting and resting on his elbows, using his hands to caress her breasts, tease her nipples, squeezing and pulling but now she could feel a change of rhythm, his movements becoming jerky and she knew he was close.

She pulled knees up again as her eyes started glazing over again and yelled, "Yes... yes... fill me up, give me your seed, take me... cum in me... cum with me," as his rhythm became rapid and jerky and putting his head down in the crook of her shoulder using his hands to pull her buttocks up so he could be as deep as was physically possible, he came. One... two... three... four... five... six times he powerfully shot his load into her filling her up. Andrea came again, one orgasm rolling right onto the next, uttering loud words that did not mean anything, this time more powerfully more loudly than she had ever cum before, even with Tim in their wildest days. How she loved that feeling. To her, they felt as one. Not two bodies. Just one beautiful complete entity.

This first time of intercourse drained them temporarily and it took many minutes before James's cock softened and Andrea's vagina expelled him groaning softly as she felt the emptiness. She wanted him back inside her. He rolled over on his back. He searched for Andrea's hand, found it, brought it up to his lips and kissed it. He glanced over at her. She was still in some far off place, but she looked so extraordinarily beautiful. He'd always thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but the look on her face now took her beauty to a whole new level. Her beauty wasn't the same as the most beautiful of models but it exuded sensuality so powerfully, drawing him in with magnetic like attraction. He'd never seen anything this beautiful. He was lost to this beautiful woman.

Five or was it ten minutes later, she had returned to the land of the living and she turned her head to look at James. All she saw was serene happiness. He was a handsome man, almost fifteen years younger than her forty-five years, and she thought he was beautiful. She became aware that he was still holding her hand and she brought it up to her lips and kissed it again.

"Thank you" she said, "That could not have been more perfect for me... I hope you were not disappointed."

"God no!" he exclaimed. "Disappointment is as far from reality as it is possible to get," he laughed. "That question should more have come from me rather than you... From the moment I first saw you, noticed you, everything about you screamed class. The way you carried yourself, the way you smiled, the gentle way you turned down all those guys that tried to hit on you, the way you dressed, just everything about you was first class...

"I used to think almost the same about Cheryl... That's why it hit me so hard when I caught her cheating and we broke up. And then that day in the kitchen, you spoke to me, asked me what you could do to help was the first step to my getting over her... You have been incredible, giving so much of yourself to me, to help me... I am not in your league, yet you still took the time to help...

"No Drea, I am definitely not disappointed."

She smiled then asked, "Do we have something to nibble on, tea, coffee?"

"Of course. For a snack there are some crackers, cheeses and some dips. I hope that will be okay," he said as he got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. He was shortly joined by Andrea and he just stood there watching almost spellbound as she walked over to him, her large breasts sensually, teasingly jiggling in all directions. "Oops, bathroom first for me," she said pointing to a combination of their juices starting to run down the inside of her thighs.

They sat side by side as they munched on the snacks but continually touching each other. She fondled his penis, he fondled her breasts, he kissed the nape of her neck.

"I'm loving this," James said, "I'm so hoping you are too. The day is still young, but I hope we will be able to do this again."

"Do you really want to do this again? Spend the day with a naked old married woman? You should be out chasing girls your age now, now that you've joined the human race again.

"Oh, but we must make sure I leave here in plenty of time to get home before Tim gets home... And I think I may need a shower before I let him near me too," she said. "Please don't let me be late."

"What time do you need to leave?"

"I normally get home around 5:30 and Tim arrives normally about an hour later, so if I leave here about 4:00, 4:30 at the latest that should leave me with enough time to get home, have a shower and begin preparing dinner. How does that sound?"

"Yep, fine by me. So... wanna fool around some more?" he asked smiling and rapidly moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Okay" she said and ran to the bedroom and even though she was in front of him he could see her breasts bouncing around and her buttocks, though very firm and toned also bouncing up and down just a little.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned as his cock rose in appreciation of the sensual sight before him. "God, she was beautiful," he thought.

When she went to the bathroom earlier she brought back a towel and on her way past she placed it on the bed to soak up their juices and she now lied down on it, spreading her legs just enough to let James see her wet slit and the engorged pea peeking out from under its cover. He also saw a remnant of their combined juices sliding out of her pussy, down over her perineum and her anus. It was such an erotic sight.

She wanted James inside her again, but this time he knelt between her legs, his face over her vulva. With a hand each side he parted her labia extended his tongue and started gently running it up her slit, when she put her hand on his head. "No James, it's a mess down there. Come up and kiss me."

"I will in a moment but I have missed this. It's been four days since I tasted you, tasted your sweet juices."

"But there's your stuff there too now. It's yucky."

"No more yucky than when you take me in your mouth and let me cum in it... The juices are combined now, that's all, and I want to do this and I will unless you tell me you won't want to kiss me on the mouth when I'm done."

"Okay, but I will reserve judgement," she laughingly replied, running her hand over the back of his head.

James continued his ministrations with his tongue all over and around her lips, her clit, and when he inserted first one finger and then another and stated rapidly moving them in and out another orgasm again accompanied by load moans wracked her body.

But she was still in need, "I need you inside me... please... fill me up... please..."

He moved his head up her body, feather touch kisses all over as he moved upwards. His hand found her breasts, just flattened a little with the nipples just pointing slightly outward, but hard, very hard. He gently squeezed, running his thumb around her crinkled areola circling but not touching the nipple. He loved the feel of her. She gasped as he suddenly pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then pulled them up, releasing them, pulling them up again, releasing them before gently twisting. She moaned loudly as next his tongue ran over the now rock hard nipples, first one then the other.

"Fuck me James... please fuck me now!" she screamed and orgasmed again as he entered her. He hadn't even bottomed out when she went rigid and a tremor rolled all the way down her body.

More orgasms rolled through her body as James continued moving in and of the hot wet soft velvet like tightness gripping his rock hard cock, tightening up on the out stroke, not wanting it to leave her throbbing pussy. As her moans grew louder and louder as the minutes wore on and the tremors of varying intensity continually swept through her, he finally exploded. "AAARRRRGGGHHHH" emanated as a mighty roar from his mouth as he began pumping out his seed, spurt after spurt, once again filling her up. Once again, driven by his exertions and the sound of his orgasm, Andrea's own followed. Her mouth opened as if to scream but no sound came. Her eyes glazed over, open, but not seeing anything but showing complete abandonment to her lust, her entire body racked with spasms as if she was having a violent seizure before suddenly everything stopped and she fell so limp that James thought something really serious had taken her. He'd never seen anything like it. It was some minutes and she still hadn't moved. In a panic rushed to the kitchen to retrieve his phone to call an ambulance but as he fumbled for the number walking back to the bedroom he saw that she was opening her eyes, pupils enlarged and a huge smile on her face.

"Wow!... That was really something she said... " I've never felt anything like that before... ever... ever...

"More?" she asked questioningly.

"You want more?" asked James in stunned amazement. "God... you scared the shit out of me!... I thought you'd... I don't know what I thought, except that maybe something really serious had happened to you.

"And you want more?" he asked again open mouthed.

She smiled, "Oh yes... I want you to love me like that... to fuck me like that again, and every day. That was the most incredible feeling I've ever experienced," she said as she held out her hand beckoning James forward.

He started to climb over her when she repeated the trick she had done earlier, moving her left leg toward the centre of the bed, causing him to almost fall as he ended up between her legs again.

They kissed and ran their hands over each other. He caressed her breasts and asked "are you ready to go again" when he felt her pelvis undulating, pressing against his cock. "Yes, oh yes," she replied.

He rolled off her this time, "I just need a few minutes to recover. You scared the hell out of me as you came, then just went lifeless. That kinda gave me a fright, so I'll need a minute or two to get over that too," he chuckled.

Not to be daunted, Andrea rose and manoeuvred herself so that she was perpendicular to his body and took his flaccid cock into her mouth.

God, she looked so sexy, so desirable as she started moving her head up and down, her big breasts swinging beneath her, the delicious curve of her buttocks rounding down to her thighs. James was having a hard time believing someone like her could be showing an interest and caring for someone like him. She was way out of his league. But that didn't stop him reaching out to grab a breast, then tweak a nipple as he again started to harden.

When Andrea was satisfied as to his hardness she rose, swung a leg over, straddling him before grabbing his cock, placing it at her opening and slowly sliding down over it. She came again as she finally rested on his pubic bone. She smiled to herself and slightly shook her head, realising that all he had to do for her to have an orgasm was put his cock inside her. Sure, sometimes the orgasms at that stage were small, but they had happened every single time he had penetrated her. And then, when he came, when he sent his seed into her depths, she had those big ones. The huge orgasms that shook her entire being. The build up, the feeling of euphoria just before her world went blank for everything except her need to climax and then when it came, to blow her mind. Sensory overload extreme. And then the world just went dark but when she regained consciousness the feeling was one of total satisfaction, of such extreme and happy bliss.

But he was now once again, deep inside her as she rode him hard, her heavy breasts swinging wildly as she drove them inexorably to their next big climax. How he loved seeing her. How he loved being inside her while also admiring those deliciously beautiful full heavy breasts. He reached up to cup them. He loved feeling their weight and though soft still firm. She was a Goddess. He teased her nipples, tugging, pressing, pulling, squeezing, twisting them as she approached another climax and wanted James to come with her. With loud moans, once again they climaxed together and when done she collapsed down on him.

They rested five or ten minutes before getting up to have a late lunch. They'd spent hours making love and were now starving. The sat naked at the kitchen table while having sandwiches and soda and the cuddling continued. He nibbled on her ears, her neck, he caressed her breasts and she would reach down to fondle his penis, no matter that it was covered in their combined drying juices.

Lunch finished, Andrea went to the bathroom to clean up a bit and brought back a cloth to wash James's cock. She was thinking that soon she would need to make tracks for home but she didn't want to leave just yet.

"Shall we have a cuddle before I need to go?" she asked.

James just took her hand, led her back to bed where they felt the serenity of cuddling before they both began feeling aroused again. She turned over on to her back and pulled James over on top of her. Being hard he quickly found her opening and slid inside accompanied once again by a moan and a trembling orgasm as he bottomed out inside her. Slowly moving in and out they were building up to another orgasm and now feeling very comfortable with her he asked, "Do you want to try doggy style?"

"I will try anything you want me to... I will do anything you want me too... Just don't mark me, or hurt me," she replied kissing him and with her arms around him hugged him tightly before he withdrew.

She turned over on to her hands and knees and looked back at him over her shoulder, smiled and said, "Be my sire... Take me... Take me hard," before turning her head back.

Incredibly, even though he'd already been in her, another small orgasm rolled through her body but this time concentrating more in her lower regions as James thrust hard and deep into her cave.

She'd never really enjoyed this position before, but this time it somehow felt very different. This time her pleasure manifested itself in another moan as his thrusts continued. "Yes... yes... take me," she cried as meeting his thrusts her orgasm started to build. James reached under and took her heavy breasts in his hands, pulling back on them, squeezing her nipples, using them as leverage to embed himself into her as deeply as possible. He released them and pulled back on her hips with each deep thrust while she reached back and frantically rubbed her clit, and once again moaned loudly as she came, trembling before going rigid with her arms collapsing as her head hit the pillow.

James couldn't wait any longer and he fired again, this time not as powerfully but she felt it as he reached his release and collapsed onto her back. They stayed like that until Andrea once again felt the emptiness as her vaginal muscles, having drained his balls dry, expelled his now softening penis. It exited with a pop as he rolled down on his side, pulling her down with him. They lay down in a spooning position, James's hand gently massaging her breast for quite a few minutes before they both dozed off.

Andrea awoke first, slightly disorientated initially, but then gradually her senses returning and a smile gracing her face, until she noticed the time.

"Oh my God!" she yelled, startling James awake. "I've got to go! It's after five: I've got to get home before Tim. I need to have a shower... I need to clean myself up," and she jumped out of bed.

Rushing to get dressed she didn't bother putting her bra back on and just untidily, shoved it into her bag. Grabbing a tissue she cleaned up what sperm she could as it started running down her leg before donning her panties.

She grabbed her keys, gave James a quick kiss and said, "See you tomorrow... Be good," and quickly left the apartment running into the neighbour as she ran down the hallway. "Sorry," she said as she continued.

Starting the car she noticed it was now five-fifteen. With about ten minutes back to the office and a further half-hour to get home, she would get home before Tim whose commute was normally about ninety minutes, sometimes less, sometimes more. Andrea was hoping this would be one of those, 'sometimes more' days. It was. But so was also her drive taking longer than usual.

Andrea arrived home before Tim, dropped her bag and keys on the kitchen table and rushed upstairs to get in the shower. She needed to wash the day's sex off and out of her. Tim was understanding about things but she wasn't sure he might really understand or appreciate why she smelled so strongly of sex.

She was just getting out of the shower as Tim arrived home. He dropped his briefcase in the den before heading back into the kitchen. He was surprised to see his wife's bag and keys on the table. She was normally very tidy, very neat, and the bag lying on the table was very unusual. He was aware that Andrea had not started dinner either, which was not that unusual because sometimes she had to work back a bit late, but she would normally call him and ask him to pick up something on the way home if that was the case.

He went to move the bag aside so he could sit in his normal position but when he pushed it the partly open bag opened up further and he noticed a reasonably large sized white material bunched up inside. He lifted up one side and realised that it was a bra. Why would she have taken her bra off and put it in her bag?

Okay, today's events were unsettling him but he wasn't going to let on anything was concerning him. But then Andrea walked into the kitchen, just wearing a towel while drying her hair her eyes darting to the bag, she quickly picked it up as she went over to Tim and kissed him on the cheek. "How was your day?" she asked.

If Tim thought what he had observed before was unsettling him, Andrea just having had a shower was another major departure from routine. She was a morning shower person and only on rare occasions or when they were going out would she shower after work on a normal week day.

Struck speechless for a moment but recovering, answered, "Yeah, it was a puzzling day... Some weird things happened with one of the accounts. I'll have to get the IT guys have a look at it."

Andrea frowned as she noticed him glance down at the bag. Moving it out of his line of sight she said, "Yeah, I had one of those days too. Got stuck doing some organising in the archives room. Dusty work, and dirty, so needed a shower when I got home. I'm sorry I didn't call you to pick up something as I didn't realise what time it was when we finished. Maybe we can go out or order in some take-away. I don't really feel like cooking tonight. What do you think?"

"Uhh, yeah, let's go out. We haven't done that for a while."

"Great, I'll just throw some clothes on and let's go."

That was a reasonable explanation James thought, but even if true, it didn't explain why her bra was in the bag. She wouldn't have put it in there after getting home, would she? That just did not make any sense. He'd never been a jealous man, or an untrusting one where his wife was concerned, but now his senses were heightened, especially as she'd sometimes been a bit quiet, a bit withdrawn over the last few months. He would have to ask her who the 'we' were who she had implied had helped or worked with her in the archives room. There was probably a reasonable explanation. But given everything he had noticed in the very short time he'd been home, his mind had started wondering. What had really happened today?

Over dinner they were both talkative, discussing various earth shaking world matters and mundane things as well, actually enjoying themselves. Normally after a night out, a few glasses of wine and some dancing they would have some pretty hot sex when they arrived home, but suddenly Andrea realised that she would have still have had a lot of James's sperm inside her and she didn't want Tim to find out, nor did she want to give him sloppy seconds. If she and James were going to continue these liaisons, some rules would need to be made, but tonight, the problem was pressing so Andrea looked down, not wanting to look Tim in the eye, put a hand over her eyes and claimed a headache coming on. Disappointed, Tim paid the bill and they drove home, and he knew tonight there would be no love making. Another twinge as he could not ever recall her having a headache come on so suddenly during a night out.

"Are you okay?" he asked having noticed the sudden change in her mood at the restaurant.

"Yeah, just feel a headache coming on... Must have been the dirt and dust moving those boxes around this afternoon. I should be okay tomorrow." She kissed him on the cheek, "Good night Tim... I love you... you must be disappointed with me upsetting your evening. I'm sorry. But I'm disappointed too," and she turned her back to him.

Tonight was the first time she could recall ever having really seriously lied to Tim, first about the day and now again about the headache. This was the first time that she could ever recall being with James, helping him, in a way that meant she had taken time and company away from her husband. But James had needed her help so much, it couldn't be wrong. Could it? Especially now that James seemed well and truly on the way to recovery. Maybe she'd gone a little too far with the intimacy but it had seemed so natural, such a natural step in the healing process. It didn't hurt that it also felt so fucking good. And if she was truthful she didn't mind feeling, knowing, that such a young man found her attractive, a fox, she thought he called her once. Forty-five years-old but with a body still so desirable. But she loved Tim and expected to spend the rest of her life with him.

Tim and Andrea both slept fitfully that night. Andrea knowing today's events, especially as they affected Tim could not happen again. She was hoping it was just a close call but that it had worked out okay. Tim, fearing but hoping nothing serious was happening, but not being able to get over the feeling that something was not right. It could all of course be absolutely nothing to worry about, but it was a huge and noticeable change to what had become normal behaviour during their twenty years of marriage.

Chapter 5

Unable to sleep, Tim woke during the night went to bathroom and sat on the toilet. He didn't need to sit but decided too anyway. He put his head in his hands as he sat there, puzzled about Andrea's behaviour tonight. He looked up and happened to glance at the laundry hamper where he noticed Andrea's panties hanging over the edge. But then he noticed a slight discoloration, a slight change in the hue of the white. When he'd finished he went over to the hamper and picked up the panties for a closer look. There was patch that was stiffer than the rest of the material and a little crusty. He knew what it was. The crotch of those panties was absolutely deeply covered in the white crusty residue of sperm. Now he knew exactly why Andrea had behaved so weirdly tonight.

"What to do now?" he asked himself, as he replaced the panties into the hamper. He felt tears welling in his eyes as he went back to bed, climbing in and lying on his side with his back to his wife. He finally dropped off to a short sleep before the alarm woke them both. Even though he left for work over an hour earlier than Andrea, they still always had breakfast together. That always gave her a chance to do a few things, a bit of cleaning, a bit of laundry, before she left for work.

"A bit of laundry," she gasped as she remembered being in such a rush yesterday that she'd thrown her semen soiled underwear in the hamper, instead of directly into the washing machine as she had done all those other times she had climaxed in James's apartment. She rushed to the bathroom to see what state things were in. She lifted the lid and sighed in relief when she noticed the panties were just as she thought she now remembered she'd left them. Nothing else was there so it was possible, probable, that Tim hadn't seen what was in there, but she quickly removed them and threw them straight into the washing machine then went down to have breakfast with Tim.

"Good morning," she said and went to kiss Tim on the lips but was surprised when he turned his head and she got him on the cheek. "How are you feeling this morning? Have you got a big day ahead of you?" she asked.

"How's your headache this morning?" Tim asked as he looked her in the eyes.

"Oh, it seems to have gone, so I'm feeling better, thank you."

Tim grunted. He was obviously not in his usual good mood.

"Are you okay?" asked Andrea, "You don't seem to be in a very good mood this morning."

"I seem to have caught your headache," he replied looking into her eyes with a gaze so piercing it unnerved her a little.

"I'll get you a paracetamol," she said as she rose from her chair to go to the bathroom to get them.

"No. It's alright," he replied, "Besides, you know I don't like taking that stuff."

"Yes, I know, but I don't want you to suffer."

"Thank you, I'll be okay." He paused for a while then said, "I'm glad your headache is gone. Must have been a really unpleasant physically taxing day for you, working in that dusty archives room yesterday."

Dropping her eyes down, Andrea replied "Yes, it was quite unpleasant but it needed to be done."

"You said yesterday, 'When we finished,' so I take it you had some help doing what you needed to do in the archives. Who else was with you? Who is the "we" you mentioned? Maybe they had a headache too?"

Andrea nervously swallowed. "Oh it was just a person from another department. HR have got this thing going where they want people to rotate through other departments so they get a better understanding of what happens throughout the organisation. Just spend a day or two before moving on."

"So which department was it yesterday?"

She'd spent the day with James, so she subconsciously picked his department. "Oh just someone from the Logistics department."

"I've met quite a few of your colleagues over the years. Do I know this person?"

Andrea paused, "Yes, you've met him I think. His name is James. In fact I think I introduced him and a few of his colleagues to you."

"James?" He said as he paused to think, "Oh yes, I think I remember now. That young good-looking guy."

"Yes, that's him," she said, looking down again. Oh this is getting out of hand she thought to herself. It reminded her of the quote by Sir Walter Scott, 'Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.' "Please let it stop now" she thought. "I don't want to lie to Tim any more than I already have."

But there was no respite. Tim had a good memory. "Wasn't he the guy you told me had broken it off with his fiancé after he caught her cheating?"

"Oh fuck," she thought to herself. "He had to remember that didn't he."

"Yes, that's the guy. I told you a group of us elderly matrons took him under our wing and tried to cheer him up at times when we all had lunch together," she replied stretching the truth somewhat.

"Yes, you mentioned you'd had lunch with him, but I thought it was just you."

"Mostly it was a group of us, but yes, sometimes just he and I had lunch. He seemed to appreciate that."

"I'll bet he did" thought Tim, "who wouldn't appreciate having a one on one lunch with an extremely attractive woman and especially when they probably covered personal and maybe even intimate topics," but now he was sure of whose sperm had been deposited inside his wife's vagina. How often, when, how deep had any emotional ties developed, were all questions he wanted answered.

"I'm sure he did," replied Tim, "You always were one with the huge soft spot for anyone in need."

"I try to help if I can if I see someone suffering... He was taking the break-up pretty hard." Then pausing before saying, "Wow Tim, I'm amazed you remember so much. We didn't even spend much time in each other's company that night. And I'm even more amazed that you listen to what I say," as she attempted a light-hearted giggle."

"I remembered," he said, "Because at the time, I thought it a bit strange that such personal details would be discussed between work colleagues." He paused, then added, "But I know these things sometimes happen."

"Do you still have lunch with him?"

"Yes, maybe once or twice a week. Sometimes we're still joined by one or two of the others... We've become friends, despite the glaring age difference," she said gently chuckling.

"Well, I'd better be off," said Tim, "Got lot's to do today. See you tonight, usual time?" he asked with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes as he picked up his briefcase and started leaving.

"Yes, I don't expect anything unusual today, so I'll see you tonight," she said as she noticed he didn't kiss her as he normally did, "I love you Tim."

"Me too," he replied, "See you tonight," as he left the house, got in his car and drove the ninety minutes to work.

She noticed, no "I love you" returned from Tim, but put it all down to the rare headache he was having.

Do a load of washing, then off to work.

As it was Friday, it would not have been a normal day for her to get together with James but arriving at work still half an hour earlier than nearly all other staff, she rang him. "Hi James, can we have lunch today?"

"Ummm, sure. But you know it's Friday, right?"

"Yes. I need to speak with you," but she didn't elaborate.

"Okay... at the apartment? Here? Cafe?"

"At the apartment."

"Okay, see you there just after 12."

While working, they were thinking. Andrea needing to let James know how weirdly Tim was acting and James wondering what Andrea need to speak to him about.

They arrived together and entered the apartment. James, as per normal, went to kiss Andrea and hug her, but she gently placed her palms on his chest stopping him. 'Okay, this is different' he thought 'and strange especially as they'd had their first full sex yesterday' and thinking that it had all gone extremely well.

"Can we talk first?" asked Andrea.

"Sure. Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'm fine... James... I think Tim suspects something. I needed to have a shower to wash away the scent of sex... not because I didn't like it, I just didn't want Tim to smell it on me, and I'd just gotten out of the shower when Tim arrived. He looked at me funny. I hadn't prepared dinner, nor had I called him like I normally do if I'm going to be home late. He asked me what sort of day I'd had and I made up a story about doing some job rotation and dirty and dusty work in the archive room... I lied to him... the first time I had ever lied to him after doing something serious... Maybe he picked up on that, though I thought the excuse sounded good... hell, for a moment, I even believed it myself."

"Okay, but that doesn't sound too bad. An exceptional day at the office... entirely possible."

"Yes, but then I suggested we go out for dinner as I hadn't had time to cook anything. He agreed and we went to one of our favourite restaurants and we were having a good time, Tim seeming to relax, and then I thought, I realised, that normally we would have a lively session of loving after we'd been out, but I was still leaking your cum into my panties. I was still so very wet after our lovemaking just a couple of hours earlier, and Tim would know something when he felt my wet sex and I couldn't let him do that. I couldn't give him sloppy seconds, so I feigned a headache coming on, to dissuade any notion of sex that night... That again was extremely unusual, as just a few minutes before I, we, had been happily laughing and enjoying ourselves and I noticed a fleeting frown cross Tim's face before it returned to normal. We left and went home."

"Hmmm, okay, that's exceptional but it happens."

"Then we went to bed, without really saying anything apart from good night to each other. I didn't sleep well last night and neither did Tim. I noticed he got up at one stage and went into the bathroom. Ohhh, then I almost panicked when I remembered I had just thrown by cum soaked panties into the hamper instead of the washing machine like I normally do after our lunches. I must have been wide awake at this stage, waiting for Tim to come back to bed, hoping he hadn't needed to put anything in the hamper. I pretended to be asleep as he left the bathroom, got into bed lied down with his back to me and hopefully fell asleep. Things seemed okay but it took me ages to get back to sleep again."

"Tim was a bit cool this morning and never even told me he loved me, like he normally does when he leaves for work, even after I'd told him to have a good day and that I loved him... I lied to him this morning... again."

James took a deep breath and sighed. "Well... I don't know what I can say, or even what I can do. I can't stop seeing you. I know that sounds so extremely selfish, but I've grown very fond of you. You've done so much for me, and you have no idea... cannot possibly, know how much your touch means to me, what just being with you does to me. I don't want to do anything to jeopardise that. I don't want to come between you and Tim. I know you love him and I'm sure he loves you too.

"But if you're happy to keep being with me, let's just make sure that something like yesterday does not happen again. I don't mean the making love part... That was something really special. I mean the getting home late and all the other stuff that happened. We need to make sure that that your time with me, our time together, never impacts, even for one second, your time with Tim... Is that possible?"

For the first time that day, a small smile crossed Andrea's face. She relaxed a little knowing that James still wanted to be with her and she had to admit she would miss him terribly if she couldn't have her time with him. She had to admit that as he had grown very fond of her, so had she of him. She might even have fallen in love a little with this handsome young man whom she had nursed back to happy. She didn't want to stop seeing him and mulling it over in her mind for a few minutes of silence, she thought. 'Yes?', 'Yes,' she believed it was possible to manage her time to be with James and to ensure not one single solitary second of time spent with James would be taken away from her Tim again.

Despite still feeling a little unsettled, smiling she said, "Yes, I think we can make it work. Yes, I think it is possible," and she pulled James to her and for the first time that day they kissed. Nothing had changed. Every time they kissed, she went weak at the knees, her pulse quickened, she felt herself get damp and she lost all feeling except that of being with James. All those months, that had been one thing that had never changed. "Hold me James, hold me please..." she uttered as she put her arms around him, needing his closeness, needing his touch. She laughed quietly to herself, thinking it had always been James that needed help, but now it was herself. She laughed.

"What's funny?" asked James with a puzzled look on his face.

She giggled, "All this time we've been together and I thought I was here for you, to help you get over your break-up, but here I am now, wanting, needing your support. I hope Tim and I are going to be okay, but even with that hanging over my head, I need you... I want you... I want you inside me, arms around me, holding me... loving me."

Today's meeting was unscheduled, but they both had plenty of time credits built so having a bit of an extended lunch would not be a problem. Standing up, James took Andrea's hand gently pulling her up from the couch and together they walked to the bedroom. Yesterday, for the first time since they had first met they'd had full sex. Loving sex. So fulfilling, so beautiful, and now they were going to do it again.

They undressed each other, Andrea undoing the buttons on his shirt and drew it off his shoulders as he did the same with her blouse. He reached around her and unfastened her bra pulling the straps over her shoulders letting those big beautiful breasts drop down just a little as he discarded the bra. With one hand gently fondling one breast he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, as he moved his lips down to her breast and took the nipple into his mouth accompanied by a series of moans from Andrea. He cupped and kneaded one buttock with his other hand pulling her into him.

Breathing heavily, Andrea said, "I need you inside me James," As she pulled him toward the bed. Just before reaching it they both hurriedly removed the rest of their clothing and Andrea jumped onto the bed spreading her legs. James was going to go down on her but she pulled him up, "Inside me James, inside me," as she felt for his dick. Finding it she quickly stroked it briefly before placing it at her entrance and thrust up to force him into her. "Ohhhhhhhh..." she cried before dropping back down to the bed with James now deep inside her.

Despite saying she needed loving, their union was vigorous, James driven on by Andrea's almost frenzied thrusting, hard and deep, returned the hard fucking he now knew she sometimes wanted. It was over quickly, both having powerful orgasms climaxing together as James pumped his loads deep into her pussy. He waited until her vagina expelled his cum covered softening cock before rolling off her and lying down beside her. "Wow, that was something," he said.

"Sure was," she said asking, "More?" recovering extremely quickly, rising as she turned sideways to take his cock into her mouth. This hadn't happened yesterday, but the sight of her side on, with those big beautiful breasts hanging, swinging beneath her and the beautiful curve of her back as it flowed into the curve of her buttocks had James hard again, just moments after they had finished.

She then straddled him, throwing her leg over his body, taking his cock in her hand, positioned it and slid gently down over it until their pubic bones were touching. Then she began her frenzied riding of his cock with her breasts swinging wildly in all directions until James cupped them. Vigorously for minutes she pumped him as he grabbed her nipples and pulled down hard on them. That drove her wild and she came. She just collapsed, expelling air from her lungs and falling onto his chest. He let her rest before releasing his own pent up load into her.

A few scant minutes later, his cock slid out of her soaking, saturated vagina and she rolled down to lie beside him. "God, I didn't think after yesterday I needed that," she said. "I sure was wrong about that," and giggled. "And you know what?" she asked rhetorically, "I am so glad we had this chat," and laughed.

James laughed and said, "Yes, I'm glad too... I think it went very well. I think we should most definitely have more discussions like that."

"So do I," she said, "but do you mind if I have a quick shower. I can't go back to work looking and smelling like this, no matter how much I'd like too. No matter how much I'd like to sit at my desk knowing, feeling your sperm inside me."

"No, go ahead. I'll just use a cloth and we'd better be getting back though before we're both missed."

Showered and cleaned up they returned to work. Friday afternoons were a little more relaxed than other days and they both relaxed, sure that everything would be okay, except just as she started thinking that, she wondered what mood her husband Tim would be in.

That Friday night, when Tim arrived home, he said he had a headache again and that he didn't feel that well so would sleep in the guest room for a few days so that he wouldn't pass on to Andrea whatever bug was ailing him. She was disappointed and after asking him if there was anything she could do for him, left him alone after he replied, "No, thank you. You already do enough."

She made dinner and asked Tim if he wanted some. He replied that he was okay and might have a bite to eat later if he felt a bit better. A frown crossed her face. This was not like Tim at all. It seemed like he didn't want to have anything to do with her, but then realised it was extremely rare for Tim to get sick, so maybe this was how he handled it. She went down to the den a few times to check up on him but he quietly thanked her but rejected all offers of help.

And so it was all weekend, so much so that Andrea really started feeling left out, lonely, not wanted. She could not recall the last time she'd had so little contact with her husband, apart from times when he'd had to travel on business. The feeling was overpowering. She thought back to the complete physical and emotional coupling and bonding she'd had with James on Thursday and then again on Friday. She wanted that again and late Sunday night she sent James a text.

"Can you meet me in the archives room first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Sure," he replied. "This is most unusual... Is there a special reason we need to meet?"

"No, I just need you," she replied.

"Okay, see you bright and early."

"Okay, and thank you. See you then."

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