Andrea and James - Part 3

Andrea and James - Part 3 of 3

I do not make the rules determining or governing human behaviour. Throughout human history, the most extreme, unlikely, improbable, inexplicable, impossible human behaviours, both good and bad, have been observed and in many cases recorded. The only limiting factors humans are incapable of are those limiting or restricting imagination. If you cannot imagine it, you cannot make it happen. If you can imagine it, anything and everything is probable and possible. If you can imagine it, it has already happened. I will never believe that something 'could never happen like that'.

Comforting a colleague leads to the end of a marriage. Everything blows up. This is neither a RAAC nor harsh BTB tale.

This tale could also be in Loving Wives, Romance, Mature, Erotic Couplings or even some other categories but I decided to leave it in erotic couplings as that's where the previous two parts should have been located. Part 01 accidentally posted in Loving Wives category. One really should read Parts 01 and 02 to understand what happens here. Part 01 was accidentally posted in "Loving Wives" category instead of here.

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Erotic Couplings: Adultery, infidelity, cheating wife, mature, office, work

Chapter 6

That Monday morning, sitting at his desk, Tim knew now that his marriage was all but over. He just needed confirmation, proof. He didn't want to know the ins and outs, so to speak, of their relationship. He'd always known Andrea was a sucker for sad stories and would go out of her way to help those in need if she could, sometimes quite forcefully defending her position if she met with resistance to her offers of help from Tim, or anyone else. Her heart was good but she was easily taken advantage of, even a little naive at times. But by and large everything had worked out for her.

He didn't know if that was the case here, but ultimately, it didn't matter. She'd been unfaithful and he was not one to accept that. Suddenly, it dawned on him, that if it had happened once that he knew about, had it happened before? Would it happen again? The sadness of that brought a tear to his eye and he was pretty sure there would be a lot of pain before he could get on with the rest of his life. By god, though, he would miss her. He needed to speak with her about what he'd discovered. He needed to hear the truth from her, but also knew cheaters lied, so wanted, needed, evidence before any confrontation.

His initial reaction of anger morphed into a desire to simply get the information he needed to minimise the financial losses he knew would be coming as a result of any divorce, and knew that adultery, whilst not strictly material in a divorce could possibly sway a judge's allocation or split of assets in favour of the injured party, so that's what he decided to do. And perhaps he might be able to use it to advantage if Andrea decided to fight the divorce.

He worked for a company that installed security devices, and as luck would have it, it was his company that had installed security cameras and other devices in the buildings of the company Andrea worked for. He called the person in charge of security at Andrea's company and suggested a review of their security requirements and to see if there was anything else his company could do for them.

He met with George Schenken, the director of security at Andrea's company the next day. Tim was given free rein to wander where he wanted to evaluate existing procedures, talk to employees and review security devices. Of particular interest to him was the archives area as Andrea had mentioned that location a couple of days ago and wondered if that might be where she had her assignation with James. He noted no cameras in the area and would suggest to George that whilst everything seemed to be satisfactory, perhaps a camera or cameras could be added to the archives area, as even though rarely used, the legal obligation to keep records meant that they needed to be reasonably secure. Cameras were also suggested for another couple of areas. George was happy with the results of the security review and arranged to have the camera's installed later in the week. It wouldn't take long, half a day for each camera at most and would be done after normal office hours in the busy areas but during the afternoon in the archives section.

While Tim had been sitting at his desk early that Monday morning, Andrea had met James in the archives area of her company earlier that morning. They were alone and would be for at least the next half-hour or so, perhaps even longer as it was not a frequently visited area. Before James could ask anything, before he could even speak, she wrapped her arms around him in a strong hug and reached up to kiss him. The kiss was almost desperate, but still soft and sensual.

When James responded she moved her hands down to his buttocks and pulled him in hard against her. She was excited when she could already feel his hardness pressing against her belly.

Interrupting their kissing she looked into his eyes and said, "I need you James... I need you to fuck me!"

"Wha..." he started to say.

"I'll explain later, but right now, I need to feel you inside me," she said as she disengaged from him, bent forward and reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She wriggled her legs so they slid all the way down to her ankles where she stepped out of them.

She reached for his trouser belt, undid it, undid the button and the zip and pulled them down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the trousers and boxers. She'd turned her back to James and started to bend forward when she noticed quite a large desk against a nearby wall. Straightening up, she grasped his cock and pulled him along as they moved to the desk.

She turned around so that her back was to the desk and jumped up onto it. She moved her bottom as close to the edge as she could without falling off, pulling up the hem of her skirt exposing her now soaking pussy. James could already feel the heat emanating from it as she leaned back on her elbows and looked at him.

"C'mon James... we don't have much time... No foreplay needed... I'm ready for you."

James needed no further invitation or instruction as he moved to the edge of the desk, moved the head of his cock up and down her slit a few times, accompanied to slight moans from Andrea, before plunging all the way in. For a moment he'd wondered if he'd hurt her as she had her eyes and mouth wide open with just the slightest "arrgghhhh" sound escaping.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She didn't answer. Just nodded her head before whispering, "Fuck me!"

Now that he knew she was okay, he started thrusting in and out. Initially slowly but then picking up pace. He loved hearing her grunting "oh, oh, oh," in time with his thrusts. He already knew the sounds she made as she was building to her climax. He increased the pace of his thrusts as her moans started getting louder and louder. He hadn't been inside her long but knew she was close and that heightened his own urge. She could feel this thrusts getting a little ragged, the rhythm becoming jerky so she knew he was close too. She suddenly sat up and clenching her hands around his buttocks pulled him in as hard as she could and bouncing in time with his thrusts she let out a moan so loud James thought everyone in the building would hear if they were in, but that moan drove him over the edge too and he began firing his seed into her hot pulsating vagina. She didn't relax her grip until he stopped when she fell back onto the desk, her legs lewdly spread wide apart and with cum already oozing out, spreading around his still inserted cock.

He fell forward. "Wow!" he uttered. "That was something else..." They were running out of time but he waited until the muscles in her vagina stopped pulsing, stopped milking him dry, before he began pulling out. They hadn't thought about the after effects of their coupling as once he was out, a large glob of their combined juices slid right out of her vagina to drop unhindered, to the floor making a slight sound as it landed. Both had recovered their senses a little now and both started laughing at the spectacle.

"Well..." she said, "We didn't think that through very well," and giggled.

"No," he agreed as he reached out his hand to help her off the desk.

"Can you bring me my panties please?" she asked, "I need to stop this stuff leaking out further."

He turned around and walked to their discarded clothes, picked them up and returned to the desk. He handed Andrea her panties which she immediately pressed between her legs stopping the flow of juices. He used his boxers to clean himself up before donning his trousers, socks and shoes. Once he'd dressed, he used the boxers to clean up the mess on the floor.

Andrea didn't have much to do to get dressed apart from pulling down the hem of her dress and to keep the panties tight against her labia until she could get cleaned up.

"We'd better get to work," she said, "You go first. I'll wait a few minutes before I leave. I'll explain what this was all about at lunch," she said, waving him off. "Now go!"

As he left the room, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows after hearing her cheekily yell, "Same time, same place tomorrow?" and laughed.

As James sat at his desk he wondered what was happening. "Same time tomorrow?" she said. He'd need to find out more at lunch. This was quite an escalation of their relationship. But if this was going to continue, better organisation was needed as he smiled to himself.

Andrea called into the restrooms to clean herself up some more. She was still quite aroused and had a little climax as she inserted fingers into her vagina to scoop out as much cum as she could before returning to her office. She was going to have to pack some paper towels or tissues in addition to her now soiled panties, between her legs if she wasn't to leave cum juices leaking onto her chair or on the floor if she had to walk anywhere. And she realised she would need to carry a supply of spare panties if this was going to happen again.

She was glad though, despite the mess, that no one else had yet rolled up to work by the time she sat down at her desk.

Chapter 7

At lunch later that day they decided to go to the cafe.

"So what was this morning about?" asked James.

"Are you complaining?" replied Andrea, smiling that sultry smile that James loved.

"No... not at all. Just that it was out of the blue, and a bit risky... So what gives?"

"Things have been a bit strained between Tim and I since last Thursday... He hasn't touched me since then and he spent the last few days sleeping in the guest room saying he didn't feel well and didn't want to take a chance of passing any bug onto me."

"Well, if he's sick or not feeling too well, that doesn't sound unreasonable."

"But he never gets sick. In 20 years or so, I think I've only seen him unwell for a few days once or maybe twice. It just seems unusual... And I just felt so alone. Like I was living with a stranger. No love, no warmth... That's what this morning was about. I just knew I needed you. And after the beauty of the intimacy we shared Thursday and Friday, I knew I needed more of that. I needed to hold you and for you to hold me... And I needed you inside me. I cannot believe how good that feels. It just makes me feel complete. Nothing else matters when we are together like that."

"And this all started Thursday night?

"Do you think he knows something? Knows something about us?"

"I don't think so. I don't think I've been any different since our friendship started. Apart from Thursday when I got home late without calling him to let him know I would be late. That was unusual. Maybe that's stirred something up."

He sighed, "Well there's nothing else that could be causing him any stress or concern. Besides, I think the excuse you gave him sounded plausible. You said you even nearly believed it yourself," and they both laughed.

"Just relax," he added. "From what you've told me about him, I'm sure he would have asked you, or confronted you, if he thought there was some sort of issue. Has he done that?"

"No, but..."

"We have been discreet over many months now, and if nothing has surfaced by or from anybody, I have to assume everything is okay... Agree?"

"Yes...," she hesitatingly replied but then smiled.

"Okay, so we're good?"

"Oh okay... Yes, we're good."

"So what was that 'same time tomorrow morning' bit you yelled as we were leaving?"

"This morning was a bit messy, but I'm up for regular early morning sessions if you are... I don't know what's happened, but I just can't get enough of you... The feeling that comes over me when I feel you explode inside me just drives me nuts, sends me to a new planet, some new galaxy, and I just can't get enough... "

"I'm flattered. I feel the same about you, but don't you think we're pushing our luck a bit with the early morning sessions? I don't see any problems with our two-hour lunch sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays but mornings as well?"

A slight pout appeared on her lips. "I've never, ever, done anything like this before, but I like what we are doing... I like the relationship we have established... I know it's not permanent, but it's refreshing and I want to enjoy it just a little longer if I can... My life's been regimented and structured forever. School, marriage, twenty plus years of being a mother, a wife, working. I've enjoyed most of it, but there's never really been much for me, as an individual. This, what has happened between us, was an accident, an unexpected development, but it has made me feel alive. I've never really felt any guilt, because I could see what I was doing was helping you... Yes, it's gone much further than I could ever have thought. I know it's not going to last, but while it does, I want to enjoy what we have between us.

"It's ironic, isn't it? We got together because you were going through a difficult time. I think working together we are well on the way to a healing for you. I see you much happier now. You haven't looked close to tears, or even sad, for months now. You smile, you joke, you sound enthusiastic. I think you're okay. But now I'm the one needing help."

"That's all thanks to you. I don't know where I'd be without your help. I have been so lucky to have such a beautiful, caring person take the time to help me. And make no mistake, help me you did, and have, and are still. Maybe I would eventually have gotten there myself anyway, but chances are I would still be grieving, living in a world of pity. You changed all that. I will always be thankful to you for that."

"Oh, it wasn't all me. You put in a bit of effort too," she giggled. "But something else happened. My original objective, if you like, to help you, seems to have been a success, but the help has not all been one way. You have given me something priceless in return, you know. You have given me a sense of value... maybe that's not the right word... you have given me, Me! Every time we are together you give me, me! I'm doing something for me. You give me that, and I love it. I don't want it to stop just yet.

"When you are inside me, I feel complete. There are no outside expectations or demands or obligations. It's just you and I, intimately together. Nothing else matters. Nothing else is important. It's pure bliss. I'm greedy," she said, smiling, "You've spoilt me... I want more."

There was an extended pause while no one spoke.

"So do you want tomorrow morning as well as lunch? Instead of?... I am prepared to make a sacrifice for a greater cause," smiled James, receiving a punch on the arm for his trouble.

"Both," she replied.

"Okay, but now, I suppose we should head back."

"Yes, but let's walk slowly. I'd hate to have the padding saturated with your seed to fall out onto the footpath," she said giggling.

The rest of the day passed quietly. Just another normal day at the grindstone.

Arriving home well before Tim she had a shower to clean herself up and started preparing dinner. This time the panties went straight into the washing machine and the soiled paper towels and tissues pushed deep down in the outside garbage bin. She was going to have to work out a system here. She wasn't going to give up the sex until she absolutely had too, so something workable needed to be devised. But that could wait.

As she was preparing dinner she received a call from Tim letting her know that he was caught up at work and that she should not wait for him to eat.

Disappointment filled her as she loved him and was missing him. And now, the extra work. Whilst not unusual it was a pretty rare occurrence. She was starting to feel something was wrong. Was he having an affair? No, not Tim. He wouldn't do that. So she fixed herself a sandwich and went to bed where she read a while before falling asleep.

She woke alone the next morning, noticing that Tim's side of the bed was undisturbed. Did he sleep in the spare bedroom again she thought as she went to look. The door was open and the bed had not been slept in. Disappointed not to see him again, she made her breakfast before setting off for work again.

She didn't know that Tim was going to visit her workplace today to review security arrangements. Tim hadn't said anything.

The day had started off disappointingly but a smile graced her beautiful face as she looked forward to a quick lovemaking session with James.

This time though she had a bag with bottles of water, a towel big enough for both of them to use, tissues, paper towel and spare panties. She was set. She was happy as she walked into the archives room and saw James already there, waiting. His face lit up when he saw her arrive.

Like an eager little girl she ran to him and put her arms around him as they kissed. "That feeling never goes away," she thought as the touch of lips sent that now familiar tingle right through her body. They started undressing. James removed his trousers, boxers, shocks, shoes and Andrea her skirt and panties. She removed the skirt today, as yesterday when she didn't remove it, she noticed some cum stains on the part that was under her bum when on the desk. That skirt needed to be washed too.

Like yesterday, she jumped onto the desk and they repeated what they did yesterday, both achieving most satisfactory orgasms. Cleaning today went a lot easier and they both left the room smiling, happy and holding hands until the very last minute.

Returning to their desks they worked until lunch time arrived when they set off for their usual extended two-hour lunch. Arriving at James's apartment they immediately stripped and made love in a more leisurely fashion that their early morning session demanded. Orgasms achieved, they had some lunch after which they returned to the bed again for the third love-making session of the day before returning to work just under the two-hour limit. This was now accepted practice every Tuesday and Thursday and had been since the first time they'd made love that first Thursday.

Once again, Andrea had arrived home as normal and had a shower as she'd established a new routine and started preparing dinner. Once again Tim rang to let her know he's been caught up in an urgent security upgrade installation and she should not wait for him.

The now familiar disappointment saddened her but she decided to cook herself a nice meal anyway. Tim hadn't arrived home by the time she was ready for bed so she went anyway, again reading for a while before falling asleep.

She was surprised when she walked into the kitchen the next morning to see Tim having breakfast. When she walked in he asked if she wanted a coffee. Pleasantly surprised, she said, "Yes please, thank you."

The coffee poured she sat down.

"I was at your place yesterday, but I missed you."

She paled for a moment before asking, "What? You were at my workplace and you didn't come to say hello?" feigning anger.

"Oh, I did. I went to your office, but you'd gone to lunch. I was going to wait until you returned but your colleague said you wouldn't be back for a while because you took two-hour lunches on Tuesdays and Thursdays to catch up with shopping and other errands."

He saw her face pale before she recovered. "Yes, you know, I take the opportunity to leisurely browse the shops, do grocery shopping and stuff. It just gives me a break from the pressure, the routine. It just gives me some me time."

"Oh, okay. Fair enough. Just sorry I missed you. That we missed a chance to catch up and connect. We haven't done much of that lately."

"That's been mostly your doing Tim," she replied, getting angry.

"Yes, I know, and I'm sorry. That's why I thought taking you to lunch might be a way to get over that."

"Well, if you'd let me know you were coming, we could have done that."

"Yes, like I said, I'm sorry... Tell you what. I can't do it today but I have some time on Thursday, tomorrow, so why don't we do lunch?"

A pause before she answered. I'd love to do lunch today or Friday but I've got a lunch meeting with a client on Thursday. It's taken me a long time to set that up so I can't really cancel it."

"Ohhh, okay. Thursday's the only day I have free, so I guess we'll need to take a raincheck on lunch."

"Sorry Tim, but all this is last minute. Sometimes I need a bit of time to organise things."

"Yes, sorry. We'll catch up some other time," said Tim rising from the table, rinsing his dishes, picking up his briefcase and walking out the door. Tim was now putting together a summary of what he was sure was an affair. Bugger, he thought, if they're meeting Tuesdays or Thursdays off-site then the cameras in the archive room will be of no value apart from security.

"No 'I love you', nothing," thought Andrea as she watched Tim leave. "Oh well, that seems to be normal these days," she thought to herself. But she did a load of washing. She realised she was doing more washing these days and smiled at the reason. "Sex can be messy," she thought, giggling to herself.

Later that morning and just like the last two days, the lovers were excited to see each other again as they stripped off their clothes and repeated the sexual antics of the last two mornings, but this time they were unaware that the night before, new security cameras had been installed in the room. Andrea's spread legs and lewdly displayed labia had now been captured on glorious living cover before the view was covered up by rear shots of James's arse. But the clean-up was clearly captured. Tim didn't realise the images had been captured until he reviewed the footage later that day. He was surprised to see their liaison on company premises as he thought Tuesday and Thursday off-site was when the adultery occurred.

He now had enough information to use adultery as a reason for divorce if she decided to play hardball. Still, it was painful for him to witness her infidelity. He'd already taken preliminary steps to file for divorce but had wanted more information in case she was to prove difficult. Now that he had it, he told the lawyer he wanted her served on Friday at work, initially citing 'irreconcilable differences' but be prepared to change the reason to 'adultery' if things didn't go his way, or if she was going to make things difficult. He was prepared to be fair, but not be victimised like he'd known many friends and acquaintances to suffer.

Additionally, he didn't really want to completely burn her. She'd been a good mother and until fairly recently a good wife. Also, he couldn't help but think it was her sometimes misguided desire to help those in need that got out of hand. But whether intentional or not, it didn't matter to Tim. She'd been unfaithful. She'd committed adultery. She'd lied to him. She'd deceived him. He couldn't live with someone like that. He'd never be able to trust her again and that would destroy the marriage as much as anything else.

He reviewed the security tapes again late that day when he once again observed their adulterous behaviour. As tears threatened to fall, he knew he couldn't spend any more time alone with her now that he knew without doubt the marriage was finished, so just before he left work he sent Andrea a text saying he'd been called out on an emergency job, that he had already left, was on the way and didn't expect to be back until late Saturday at the earliest. He added that the site he had to visit was remote so communications might be difficult, if not impossible.

He signed off with "Back Saturday," with nothing else.

Andrea didn't hear the ping indicating a message had been received until she arrived home when she looked at her phone and saw the notification. To say she was stunned when she received the text message would be an understatement. Sure, Tim had had to travel in the past, but this communication was rather terse. He'd never done anything like this before. This was so unlike him. Given the less than satisfactory contacts with Tim over the last week, an uneasy sense of foreboding began to settle over her. She immediately tried to call him but the call went straight to voicemail.

Tim had decided to stay at a hotel the next three nights and had turned his phone off. He would use the hotel phone to regularly call into work in case something urgent turned up. His boss was in agreement with Tim's actions.

Gradually Andrea's sense of foreboding began to turn to anger. "Who does he think he is?" she thought out loud. "Is he having an affair?... Is that why he's been so remote, so indifferent to me?" She'd never given any thought to her relationship with James having any effect on her own marriage, though Tim had started noticing some months ago that at times she seemed somewhere else.

She would call James. She wanted to be with him. His smiling face, his gentleness, his touch. Yes, his touch, she wanted to be with him. She wanted him inside her. She would go to him. He would not reject her.

She picked up the phone. Then suddenly, put it back down again. No, she wouldn't call James in anger, even if it was not at him. They'd not had one cross word since their friendship and then intimate relationship had begun. This was not the time to call him, or go to him.

As her anger started to abate, a smile slowly crossed her face. She would see him tomorrow morning. She would have him inside her. The mornings were not for making love. They were just for connection, but the huge physical pleasure that their coupling provided set up the day nicely. And then tomorrow was Thursday, the two-hour lunch day, when there would making-love time. She loved that time. Nothing else mattered when they were together there.

Chapter 8

Thursday morning arrived. Andrea couldn't wait to get to work, to be in James's arms again. To feel him inside her. She shook her head at that thought. She'd always loved sex but she'd never had as much as she was now having with James. She didn't understand what was driving her libido so strongly, and she didn't really care. She just knew she was loving every minute of it.

Once again, their faces lit up seeing each other and they held each other briefly before repeating the activities of previous days. This time though, instead of her jumping onto the desk, he turned her around to face it, then, with one arm around her waist he gently pushed on her shoulders so she was now bent over the desk. He pulled her back a little so her big breasts could swing unhindered and freely beneath her, before entering her already soaking cave. This was new and she let out an orgasmic moan as he bottomed out inside her. She came immediately and kept having rolling orgasms as he pumped in and out until he erupted inside her, causing Andrea to have an incredibly loud moan of pure unbridled ecstasy. When finished, they again left the room holding hands, not knowing that once again, their activities had been recorded.

They both eagerly waited for lunch-time to start. They jumped into their cars and made their way separately to James's apartment. But this time, she had been followed by Tim, who'd guessed that this, along with Tuesday's, was the main assignation. He wasn't interested in getting photos or videos of their adulterous behaviour, just to have on the record more incriminating evidence. He knew he would have a two hour wait and was not disappointed when he saw them both leave the building holding hands. He wasn't going to get photos but this was too good to be true, so quickly picked up the phone and quickly snapped a photo. When they'd finished he followed Andrea back to work and then continued on to his hotel.

Friday dawned. After another lonely night, Andrea met James again for their early morning tryst and not long after they had finished and returned to their desks or offices, a man she'd never seen before knocked on her office door. After asking her name and confirming she was the right person, he handed her a large manila envelope, said, "You have been served," took a photo, turned and left stopping by the manager's desk before leaving the building.

Opening the envelope, an awful wailing "Noooooooo," was heard coming from Andrea's office.

Without saying a word and with tears threatening to erupt, she quickly gathered up her purse and morning-session tidy-up bag and rushed out of the building. Sitting in her car, she clenched the steering wheel with her hands and let some deep heart-rending sobs escape. For two or three minutes she sat there before pulling herself together for the drive home. "To what?" she asked herself. She had no idea of what to expect.

The house was empty when she arrived. She called Tim. No answer. "He said he would be back on Saturday," she thought. We will talk then.

But in the meantime she rang James.

"Hello beautiful," he answered. "How are you?"

"Not so good... I thought it would be all around the company by now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tim had me served with divorce papers today," and she burst out crying.

"Ooooohhh... that's not good. I'm so sorry to hear that... Was there any reason in the documents?... Oh, I'm just hearing some gossip now. I'll call you back."

"No... no... no... Don't call me. Tim might get home early... I'll call you later."

"I thought you told me he wouldn't be back until tomorrow."

"Yes, I know, but you never know."

"Look, I'll go home straight after work so if you want to come over, I'll be here."

"Thank you. I'll see what happens in the next few hours. Will speak later," and she hung up.

She tried to call Tim and once again the call went unanswered but she'd pulled herself together a little and rang her boss, to apologise for her hasty exit earlier.

"Yes, I heard... Look, I know it's not what you want right now, but the boss wants to see you first thing Monday morning. Will you be there?"

She paused slightly before replying, "Yes, I'll be there... Did he say what it was about?"

"No. He just said he wanted to see you first thing."

"Okay, I'll be there," and she hung up.

That afternoon, Tim had arrived at Andrea's company. He'd made an appointment to see Andrea's boss's boss. The boss made time for him as after Andrea had been served, he had also been served with a writ for allowing the company premises to be used for immoral purposes, in contravention of company and HR policies.

When Tim arrived he was shown into the boss's office where another two persons were also present. He was introduced to them as the Legal Services and HR directors. The meeting was very brief as Tim said he would withdraw the writ provided two conditions were met. His conditions were simple. His company did business with them so he wasn't going to cause unnecessary problems. The first was that James should be fired with no references and that Andrea keep her job, at least until the divorce was finalised. He didn't care what they did with her after that. Tim said that he had graphic evidence of Andrea's and James's liaisons but he would not show them unless they were going to court. Both directors' just nodded acceptance, hands were shaken in agreement and Tim left the building.

He'd spent the rest of the day looking for a place to live and luck was on his side as he found a nice apartment-block close to work and that would be ready for occupancy by Friday of the next week. Happy with new living arrangements but sad that his marriage had broken, Tim returned to his hotel where for the first time he broke down and cried. He would miss her. The beautiful woman with the beautiful heart, who had somehow drifted into committing the unforgivable. It was obvious that it was not a one-off transgression. As he reviewed his relationship with Andrea over the last many months; the sometimes distracted behaviour she had exhibited at times now made sense. Their affair must have progressed over many months. The sadness of her deceit and loss of trust was almost more painful than the adultery itself. He knew she'd come close to going overboard with her caring nature at times, but had always stopped before actually falling. He'd trusted her implicitly.

He thought about asking her why? But he knew. The very first time she'd told him about James having been dumped by his fiancé and feeling down in the dumps, he knew she would be mixed in there somewhere. The somewhere had proved to manifest itself as an adulterous, trust-breaking relationship. A one-off, he might have forgiven, but even that would be a doubtful. What was not doubtful however, was an ongoing situation. Divorce was the only option. He was not interested in anything she might have to say. Actions spoke louder than any words possibly could.

Andrea had in the meantime tried many times to call Tim, but the calls always just rang out. She was distraught. She didn't know what to do with herself. She was an only child so the only relatives she could seek possible solace from was her parents, but they lived two states away, and if she was objective, she knew she wouldn't get much help there. Her parents loved Tim. Sounding like a cliché but they did look upon Tim as the son they never had, so her actions would not be looked upon with any kind of sympathy.

Unable to contact Tim, and not really having anyone else to turn too, except James, and that did not look like a good move to make, she went to bed, curled up in a foetal position and cried herself to sleep.

Nevertheless, the next morning she awoke, showered and made a coffee. It was then she decided, no matter the consequences, she would go to James. He would comfort her.

It was around 11 AM when she knocked on James's door. He wasn't his usual smiling self when he opened the door. Andrea rushed into his arms. "Please hold me," she pleaded.

He hesitated for a moment but his love for her found him doing just that. He wrapped his arms around her. He knew it to be wrong, but as always, it felt so good to hold her, the warmth, the softness, the yielding of her body into his, caused an immediate reaction in his trousers as his erection started growing. He couldn't help it. "I'm sorry," he said as he felt Andrea stiffen a little, "But you drive me crazy. I don't have any control at what's happening down there."

Despite how she was feeling she smiled a little, knowing she was still desirable. She relaxed, tightened the hold her arms had around him, pulling him even harder against herself. "It's okay. Despite the traumatic situation I am in, and how wrong it should be, I still can't help getting wet when we embrace like this... We need to talk, but right now, I want you inside me," she said, taking his hand and led him to the bedroom where they hurriedly undressed and climbed into bed.

James moved to start going down on her, but she stopped him. "I'm already wet, besides I just want you inside me. We don't need to do anything else. I just want you inside me, to hold me. You don't even need to move. Just hold me."

James climbed on top and as he penetrated her, he felt her slightly shiver as she had a tiny orgasm. Wanting to do as she asked, he just held her, but after just lying together for a minute or so, James started reacting to Andrea's movements as despite her wanting to just be held, she slowly began rolling her pelvis, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first but soon increasing in frequency and strength until just a few more minutes later they both powerfully climaxed.

"Just relax," he said as he looked at her beautiful face, looking a lot more relaxed now than even just a few minutes ago. He stroked her hair and just a few minutes later she fell into a desperately needed deep sleep after he'd rolled off her. With one arm still around her James also fell asleep.

Andrea awoke some three hours later, feeling empty after James's cock had slipped out of her vagina but she smiled as she looked at his sleeping face. Then she realised where she was and jumped up wild eyed, exclaiming "Fuck!... What time is it?"

James suddenly woke up, "Wha... What's happening?" he asked as he came to his senses.

"Tim's coming home today. To talk. I have to get home."

"Okay, okay," he said. "Don't panic," then after an extended pause asked, "Do you know what time? Did he leave you any messages? Maybe you don't need to rush."

"Oh, I didn't think of that. Let me check my phone," she said as she walked to the lounge room to see if there were any messages. James looked at her beautiful naked form as she walked out of the room.

Picking up the phone Andrea saw just one message from Tim advising that the job had taken longer than expected but that he had to go to another one and would not now be back until Tuesday so unless advised otherwise he would meet her at the house at 7 PM.

Whilst breathing a sigh of relief about her immediate respite, she was disappointed that she would not be able to speak with Tim. But then she tried calling him, but again, just like yesterday, and previous to that, there was no reply and there were no responses to any messages she had left.

Resignedly, she walked back into the bedroom and climbed under the bed covers.

James questioningly looked at her and shrugged holding his arms out with palms upturned.

Andrea finally haltingly spoke. "Tim's divorcing me,"

"Yeah... you told me."

"Sorry... He didn't state a reason... Just irreconcilable differences... Can't help but think he knows about us."

"Why do you say that?"

"I can't think of any other reason. We haven't argued about anything. We haven't even disagreed about anything."

"Has he given you any reason to think it may be about us? Hinted about anything?"

"No, not really... except..." and her eyes opened wide. "He's been a bit weird ever since that Thursday... the day we first totally consummated our friendship... Ohhhhhh...," came the first muffled sob as she covered her face with her hands. "Nooooooo..."

"What?... What is it?"

She couldn't answer as deep sobs wracked her body. James pulled her in close to him, "Shhhhh... I'm here... I won't let you go..." as he brushed his hands over her hair and waited until she finally calmed down.

"He knows... he must have figured it out... Maybe he didn't know initially but I noticed he'd seen a bit of my bra sticking out of my bag that I'd dumped on the kitchen table in my rush to get into the shower after I'd hurried home after we'd made love... Then he knew that I didn't normally shower after getting home from work... Then I'd told him the story about being dirty after working in the archives room."

"Okay... Yeah, he might've been concerned after seeing your bra was in the bag... That would've raised my eyebrows a bit too."

"Then he asked me about who the 'we' was that had worked with me. I told him we had a policy of rotating staff through different departments to give them an idea of what other departments did and that somebody from logistics had been assigned to me.

"Then he asked me if it was anybody he knew, having been to quite a few company functions. I initially told him that I wasn't sure but then I mentioned your name and he said he remembered you. And that I'd previously spoken to him about your emotional problems after your fiancé had cheated on you..."

"Hmmm... Ohhh okay."

"But I told him a few of us older married ladies had taken you under our wings to help you. But then he said he thought it a little strange that those sort of things were discussed in a professional work environment. I don't remember what I said when he asked me if we'd had any personal, private lunches or anything.

"And then the show at the restaurant that night when I suddenly developed a headache in the restaurant when I didn't want to give him would crudely have been called 'sloppy seconds'.

"James... he's not stupid... He knows.

"Maybe that's why the big boss wants to see me first thing Monday morning. Maybe because we've disobeyed company rules..."

"Ohhhhhhh... Shit!... That reminds me... He wants to see me too... on Monday morning.

"I think we're fucked, literally."

Just lying there, side by side with tears running from her eyes Andrea suddenly sat up, "James, I have to go... I can't stay... I have to get home."

She looked at James and saw the sadness on his face, but what could he do. He just gently nodded, "I understand Drea. But don't hesitate to call. Any time," managing a half-hearted smile.

"I will," she said leaning across, kissed him, rose from the bed, collected her clothes, dressed and left the apartment, gently closing the door behind her as more tears fell. She managed to hold herself together until she arrived home, when she just fell onto her bed, pulled the duvet over her and cried herself to sleep.

Sunday was a listless day after she'd managed to drag herself out of bed and she just caught up with some housework that had been neglected these last few months.

Monday morning arrived to see Andrea in the big boss's office. Beside him was the HR representative. She was advised due to her having had illicit relations with other employees on company premises that there would be a price to pay. Due to her exemplary and outstanding service and previously good record over many years she would not be fired but that there would be no further promotions for the foreseeable future and bonuses might be drastically reduced. She was also advised that James would be getting fired.

She thanked them and there was mixture of relief combined with sadness as she returned to her office. She spoke to her boss and both agreed to her having the rest of the day off, but that she was expected to return to work the next day.

James did not fare so well. For the same reasons as Andrea, he was told though, that he would be fired, with no references. He left unhappy but knowing he really deserved what amounted to punishment. He was escorted back to his workspace where he collected his personal items before being escorted from the building. He'd been through a lot and he couldn't help but feel for Andrea. She'd helped him recover from a bad relationship, the break-up being quite traumatic for him. But his feelings for Andrea were genuine, as he was sure her feelings for him were genuine too, so he wasn't mad at her or refuse her company when she turned up on his doorstep a couple of hours later.

They spent the afternoon talking and making love a number of times. He's told her that he would be leaving as it would be very difficult for him to get employment in this town. He didn't know where he would go but would leave as soon as he'd tidied up some loose ends.

In her heart she understood that he had to leave, but that didn't really ease the sadness that she felt knowing that it was time for their friendship, their relationship, to end. James had always been an emotional soul and his voice kept breaking as he told her he would never forget her, never forget the help she gave him when he was at his lowest. But he regretted the fact that whilst she was helping him, she was destroying her own marriage. It was a lesson he never forgot. There was shame there that he would carry to the end of hid days

They'd half-heartedly canvassed the idea of Andrea going with him, but it was James this time that was pragmatic, saying it was best if they made a clean break while they dealt with this latest situation.

After making love for the last time, and with tears flowing from both their eyes, they said their final goodbyes. They would never see each other again. Andrea returned home as James started packing up his things.

On Tuesday, while Andrea was at work, Tim had gone to the house and removed everything that he wanted to keep. When happy with the result he left but returned at 7 PM.

He rang the bell when he got to the door. Andrea was aghast that he did that to his own house.

"Why did you ring the bell?" she asked. "This is your home too," she added.

"Andrea, it is no longer my home. It is only partly my house and that, only until it's sold... May I come in?"

"Of course," she said as she walked to the kitchen where she offered him a drink.

"No thanks. Nothing, thank you," he said sitting down. "Please sit down Andrea."

She sat as Tim placed some documents on the table, explaining that it was a suggested split of their assets."

"Tim, I don't want a divorce. I never denied you anything. Please don't do this."

"Andrea, you deceived me. You gave your body to another man. Many times. I cannot imagine you could possibly think I would have been okay with that. That I could possibly be okay with sharing you."

"I just wanted to help someone. I know it crossed boundaries but I never stopped loving you. You never went without anything. I never intended for it to go as far as it did."

"You destroyed my trust. I will never know how many times you came home and gave me sloppy seconds after having another man cum inside you. You have no comprehension how disgusting and unacceptable a situation like that is to me."

"I never gave you sloppy seconds Tim."

"I will never know for sure. One thing I do know without doubt is how much you loved fucking your poor James. The videos are extremely detailed and graphic. There is no doubt about how invested you were in your relationship with poor James."

Andrea was wide-eyed and covered her mouth with her hands. "You have videos?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes. In that now infamous archives room."

"Ohhhhh noooooooo," she howled as tears started to flow. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She knew there would be no more Tim and Andrea.

There was silence for a few minutes except for the crying. When it stopped, Andrea spoke.

"I'm going to bed Tim. I'm so sorry for betraying you, though I didn't see it that way at the beginning. Leave the papers. I will accept your suggestion. I know you will be fair. Please show yourself out," she said as she left the kitchen, followed by the sound of mournful body wracking sobs filling the air.

With tears in his eyes, Tim signed the documents and left them on the table as he stood, then for the last time left the house, setting the door lock before stepping outside and closing the door. Tears flowed without abating as he drove away.

It was all over now. She had willingly participated in everything she and James had done, but she was now paying the price.

Epilogue

Andrea's husband Tim was sad to file for divorce. He'd loved her bubbly outgoing spirit, her empathy and caring for her fellow man, her altruistic spirit. She had been a good wife, a good mother, but her compassion and caring for her fellow man had taken her down a road that led to the breaking of her marriage vows.

Tim didn't have anyone in his life to replace Andrea and it would take him some time to even contemplate such a situation. He'd loved her with all his heart but now she would be gone and he knew he had to move on. It took him eighteen months to get to a point where he no longer mourned her loss. She was now just someone from his past, and on one warm sunny morning when that realisation came to him, quite by accident, he was asked by an attractive woman if she could join him, as all the other tables and seats in the cafe were occupied. Somewhat shyly, he actually blushed a little when he looked up from his paper and noticed her striking beauty. He finally mumbled a stuttering 'yes' when she then smiled and sat down. Serendipitously, that meeting evolved into a lifelong partnership.

Thanks to Andrea's mentoring comfort, James had healed and despite the love he thought he felt for Andrea, after meeting with HR the same day Andrea did, where he was told he was fired and there would be no reference, he knew he had to move. He wouldn't get a similar job locally and after a tearful farewell and making love for the last time that Monday, they parted ways. Eventually he met someone his own age at work and their relationship grew stronger year by year after they ultimately married and they stayed faithful to each other until the end, James never forgetting the pain that his relationship with Andrea had caused. Andrea had healed him, the cost had been high, especially to Andrea, but the lesson had been well learned.

Andrea eventually recovered most of her bubbly outgoing empathetic nature after the loss of having been divorced by Tim, then effectively dumped by James after he said no, when she asked him if he wanted her to go with him when he moved, but she found, or more accurately, settled, for a new life partner and whilst never again experiencing quite the same level of happiness she'd had with Tim or James, she'd survived and managed to live a reasonably happy and contented life. She occasionally saw Tim and each time she experienced that falling in the pit of her stomach, occasionally accompanied by a few tears. She had reached out to both Tim and James occasionally through social media but never received, from either of them, any responses to her overtures.

Emotion can be such a double edged sword.

Too late she realised, empathy has its place, but there are some borders that should never be crossed...

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