Colleague. Work Hubby. Lover. Bull

Author's Note: This is the first of 3 parts. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You're beautiful, Ellen. You know that, right?"

That's what Matt said to me that opened a door to a life I never knew existed. We'd just finished another of our evening workouts, which we had done religiously every day after work for several months. We were in the elevator alone and I just knew he was going to say something funny, something really snotty, because that's just the way he was. He's one of the funniest people I've ever met. That's the only side I knew to that point. He teased me a lot and I enjoyed it. But, the way he turned to me, all deliberate and intense, literally made me tremble with anticipation. For about 3 seconds, he stared right into me. I looked away when I first realized he was staring at me. Then, I looked back at him and neither of us looked away. Was he being funny? I thought so. I was already annoyed with him, so I just stared back waiting for the joke. And then he said it.

"You're beautiful, Ellen. You know that, right?"

It scared the shit out of me. He looked so sincere, vulnerable, empathetic, and absolutely fucking perfect. I knew my life was about to change. No man (or woman) has ever spoken to me that way or made me feel that way. Not my father. Not my husband, Not any boyfriends. Not in the way Matt did at that moment. He meant it and I felt it. I felt beautiful.

I've been overweight most of my life. I'm the fat girl with "the pretty face" who was constantly told by friends, family, teachers and strangers how much better I'd look if I just lost some weight, as if the thought never occurred to me. I'm 5-9, I have wide hips, ample chest, big legs, and a big butt, which was pretty dumpy before I started working out with Matt. I have brown hair, gray eyes, a round face (I hadn't seen my cheekbones in years), and pasty skin. I've only excelled at two things in life: being kind to people and being a good mom to two beautiful girls. Actually, I'm a pretty good wife, too, even if some of you don't think so after reading this. I didn't know what Matt saw in me. But I found out.

Matt's looks didn't exactly creep up on me. From the moment he was hired, the women in the office were gawking and whispering. He's 6-3 and very well-defined. Not overly muscular, but solid. His skin is a deep brown and it practically glows. He has a really well-groomed full beard and a closely shaven head. Really great dresser. The man takes pride in his appearance. I appreciated him in a way one window-shops, looking at an outfit on a perfectly proportioned mannequin that you know isn't made for people like you. He was nice to look at, but so far from my reality that it was not worth indulging in the fantasy. What would a hot shot 29 year-old black staff attorney want with a fat, frumpy white 43 year-old office manager?

It didn't take very long for him to become everyone's favorite person around the office. The men loved talking about sports with him and all the women loved that he was really into pop culture. He was so relatable, you would forget about his looks. He liked TV, books, video games and movies, so he always found common ground with everyone. I don't know where he found time to consume that much information, but he was always up on the latest. And did I mention his sense of humor? Always cracking jokes. The big boss, John, a man with the angriest resting face you'd ever want to see, loved Matt. When Matt was around, John was a completely different person, smiling and laughing like a grade schooler. I had been around for 15 of John's 41 years with the organization and I never saw him as a real human being until Matt showed up. Matt just brings out the best in people.

There was no better example of that than the walking club. His first day on the job, Matt turned down everyone's lunch offers and made it known that he would be spending his lunch hours walking on the trail that went around the office complex where we worked. It was good exercise, physically and mentally, he said. A couple of younger staffers joined him. Then more. It was like the Pied Piper. Soon, there were about a dozen people in the walking club. He hadn't been on the job a month and showed more leadership qualities than everyone in the office. That said, I was not inclined to follow. I hated walking. He sensed my resistance and took it as a challenge.

"Come walk with us today. It's nice out," he said to me one morning in early March.

He cornered me in the galley, as I was getting my coffee. He was getting one of his weird yogurt drinks.

"We're in Raleigh, North Carolina. It's always nice out," I shot back, doing my best to hold a straight face.

"Seriously, come on," he pleaded. "I made everyone promise that we'd hear you out about Buffy being the best TV show of the 90s."

That broke me. I laughed really hard, because I wasn't aware of how much I brought up how much I loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Sarah Michelle Gellar as a teenager. But he picked up on it and I found it so amusing and endearing. How could I resist after that?

"Okay, I can't turn down that offer, but I can't do it today. I'm not walking in this skirt. I'd chafe like crazy."

He lowered his eyes and said with a smirk "I want to say something, but I know I'd be meeting with HR tomorrow."

"Shut up," I said, with an amused gasp, slapping him on the shoulder.

That was our dynamic for a long time, a little brother/big sister type of thing. I loved being around him, but there was no sexual tension at all.

The next day I brought a change of clothes for the walk and we all met down at the elevator bays on the first floor. I felt like such a fat ass standing around with everyone. The walking club was about three months old at that point and it was clearly benefiting a few people, people who could stand to get in better condition, most notably was Don, a balding creep from accounting, who looked like he had dropped about 25lbs. It took me seeing Don in his sweats to notice a change, because he was such a bad dresser I never spotted a difference.

Matt and April were the last ones to arrive. April was a cute little blonde staff associate, who was in grad school and had sex coming out of her pores. At that moment, I was sure something was going on between her and Matt, especially when I saw the outline of Matt's dick through his nylon sweatpants. It was just bouncing and wiggling against the shimmering navy blue fabric, as if no one was supposed to acknowledge it. It was fucking huge. I know everyone saw it. I wanted to pull him aside and chastise him, just like a mom or older sister would. But, of course, like everyone else, I pretended not to notice and off we went.

That first walk was absolutely brutal. I felt so gross. Sweaty as hell. Every fold and crevice on my body felt moist and disgusting. I had no business being 270+ lbs and walking for 45 minutes on an 85 degree day. If you've ever been overweight and inactive for a long period of time and you decide to start working out, please don't walk in the sun for an hour as your first order of business.

I had to follow April back to the locker rooms, so I could shower. I didn't have access to the facilities, because I never used the gym, so I never signed up. While we were changing, April and the other girls were talking about the thing we all pretended not to see.

"I'll bet it's at least 9 inches."

"I would not know what to do with all that."

"Oh, I would. I'd figure something out."

I said nothing, but laughed in solidarity, enthralled with the conversation. I was also very self-conscious about my body, so I didn't want to bring attention to myself. There were five of us. They were all much younger than me, except Liv, a very pretty, stylish and voluptuous 38 year-old black woman, who started on the job a few years after me. We had never gotten particularly close, but we got along.

"He was teasing us with those pants. He wanted us to know it was big. They left nothing to the imagination," Liv said, dramatically.

"Oh my God, I think so, too! He totally did it on purpose." April said.

"You been quiet over there, Ms. Ellen. What do you think?" Liv asked, looking at me, as if she was owed an answer.

I'm such a terrible liar and I get really honest when I'm put on the spot, so out came the truth.

"I don't think it matters what he wears. He's just got a really big dick."

They all howled, as I went on to admit that I had noticed his size a while ago, which I had. And they had, too. It was just that those sweatpants made it obvious. But again, I didn't think of Matt that way, so it wasn't lighting my fire or anything. That wasn't true for the rest of them.

"I would fucking suck the skin off that thing if he let me," April said, not joking at all.

"Girl, I would be right there on my knees, next to you," Liv said, which shocked me, because I could tell she wasn't joking either.

"Liv! You're married with two young kids," I said, not even trying to hide my disapproval.

"Bitch, AND!?!?" Liv shot back at me, looking both amused and pissed, but mostly amused.

The four of them were cackling like hyenas, so pleased with their filthy minds.

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend, Ellen. He doesn't need to know. It wouldn't stop me from fucking Matt. Cocks like that don't come along often," April said, as if she felt sorry for me.

"Cheating with a really big dick shouldn't even be considered cheating. If a car full of hoes offered my husband an orgy, he'd get in the car with them and I would understand, because it'll never happen again. " Liv said, barely able to breathe, she was laughing so hard.

They all just laughed. I was so disappointed in them. In retrospect, if I'm being honest, I think what I was really feeling was envy. They were honest with themselves. They wanted Matt, unapologetically. I was too afraid to admit I was attracted to him, no matter how much "harmless" banter I had with him, or how many playful taps on the shoulders, arms, chest, and thighs I gave him. I didn't have the self-confidence to even entertain the thought, because I thought he would never look at someone like me in that way.

The next day I signed up for gym access. I walked with the group every day after that. Matt and I became much closer. I would find myself in his office talking about movies and TV shows all the time. We would email each other memes, trailers and reaction videos throughout our work day. He would bring me my coffee in the morning sometimes. We sat together during all-staff meetings. We were so inseparable, he inevitably became known as my work husband. But our interactions were so innocent and openly affectionate, anyone who would have accused us of something would be dismissed as having a dirty mind. The awful truth of it was that everyone saw me as his fat girl-buddy. Because that's what I was.

Spring and summer came and went so fast for me, because I'd felt more alive than I had in years. My mind was clearer and I looked pretty damned good. I had lost nearly 60 pounds by September. I hadn't been close to being under 200lbs in 17 years, since my youngest was born, my sweet Nora. I was so proud of myself. Matt was proud of me, too. He was committed to helping me stay on track, keeping me positive and motivated. Whatever he recommended that I change, from the sneakers I walked in, to the food I ate, I listened to him. I even started taking yoga classes on the weekend, because he told me to. And he didn't even do yoga himself! But I still did what he said. Why wouldn't I? I felt better about myself than I had in forever. I was wearing nicer clothes. I got a new haircut (a little shorter, didn't feel like hiding my face as much). I was thriving, and it was all because of Matt. I didn't want to let him down.

"You should work out with me in the evenings."

We were sitting in his office one morning and Matt said that out of nowhere, while looking at his monitor, composing an email.

"Where do you work out in the evenings?" I asked

He let out a small laugh and said "Jesus. Does no one use the gym here? Where else? We have a nice little gym. I finish work at 4-4:30 and then I workout until 7 and go home."

"Are you insane? I'm not working out for 3 hours? Besides, I don't finish work until 5:30. I'm one of the last to leave."

"You don't have to stay the whole time. Just 30-45 minutes. You've lost a lot of weight doing cardio. You need to tighten up now."

"I am plenty tight, thank you very much." I said, playfully flexing my bicep

He looked down, did that little smirk he does before saying something shitty, and said "You wouldn't be saying that if I was hitting that..."

His voice trailed off and he mumbled more things for comedic effect. I was so tickled. It was shocking, but I liked it. It was so disarming but so hot at the same time. Finally, I felt like a woman around him, someone he saw as a sexual object. I'm sorry, but every woman wants to feel that way around a hot guy. It's just the truth. But, I had to at least put up a fight. I had to act a little offended, right?

"Matt! What the hell!" I said, as I threw the crumpled napkin from my egg wrap at him.

We laughed for about a full minute, mostly about my shocked expression. He made me laugh harder than anyone I'd ever met. When we got it together, I looked at him looking back at me, my chest still slightly heaving as I caught my breath, and I knew I couldn't say no. I wanted to be around him as much as possible and any excuse would do.

"I'll meet you in the gym at 6 tonight. It better not hurt. I hate lifting weights."

He gave an overly seductive look and lowered his: "It'll hurt, but it'll be the good kind of pain."

I stopped in the middle of sipping my coffee and said "I can handle it."

The way he looked at me when I said that, the way laughed at me, made me feel like... shit, like I was fuckable. I felt so damn fuckable. I couldn't wait to be alone with him in the gym. My mind raced the rest of the day, thinking of possibilities of us somehow, someway, maybe... God, my body was electric.

Near the end of the day, as people left work and the building grew quiet, I went to a restroom on the first floor of the building, one that people seldom use, and I masturbating to the thought of being with Matt. I made myself cum so hard that my foot slipped in the toilet. If you're wondering why I didn't just sit on the seat and rub one out, it's because standing with one foot on the toilet seat just felt much better. More access. Better angles. What you should be wondering is why public toilets don't have seat covers.

The release made it easier to be around Matt that evening. Easier, but still difficult. His arms were so ripped. There were rivers of veins flowing up and down them. He wore shorts, so I saw his legs for the first time. Jesus Christ. All muscle. Just muscles, veins and hair. Not a lot of hair, but tiny black curly hairs on his thighs and calves. At one point, he lifted his shirt to wipe his faces and I froze. I didn't see all of his abs, but I saw the bottom row and his V-thingy. I didn't know the V-thingy had a name.

"You like my cum-gutters?" he asked me, snapping me out of my stupor and nearly causing me to drop a 15lb kettle bell.

"Okay, you caught me staring. But you call it cum-gutters?"

"Oh, I didn't make that up. That's some white boy shit. I just think it's funny."

"Cum-gutters," I repeated, laughing as it started to make sense, after he explained it all in graphic detail.

There was definitely sexual tension, but we kept things platonic that evening and all the evenings that followed, for more than two months. He touched my body fairly often when worked out, but it was always to help with my form or spot me. Sometimes, there was a playful smack on the ass. I smacked his ass first, so it didn't feel so weird when he started doing it to me. This went on for about two months. Until that night in the elevator.

I had just weighed myself after our workout.

"Wow! 204!" I cheered, looking down at the electronic digits finally settling in place.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn't look like I was 204. Matt said it was because I'd built a lot of muscle. If I had used less weight when lifting, I would weigh a little less. I didn't care, honestly. I was stacked. My legs were so much more defined, from all the walking, squatting, lunging, jumping, running, etc. My arms weren't flabby. They weren't defined, but they weren't flabby and that's what mattered to me. I still had a tummy, but I didn't have a gut. Just a cute paunch. I looked good. I felt sexy.

"I feel like my husband is going to get lucky tonight," I said, still looking at myself in the mirror.

"Just tonight? Like it's a special occasion?"

"Well, we're in our 40s. We're not young like you."

"No, you're in your sexual prime. He probably can't even keep up with you."

Out of loyalty to my sweet husband Jim, I just looked away and smiled. I didn't want to give him an opening to crack a joke. So, he made his own.

"Okay, I won't say anything else. That's your business. But, Jim better get on his job. You can't be out here horny, walking around all these young dudes, looking all pretty and caked up."

"Pretty and caked up?" I laughed hysterically.

"I'm serious. These young niggas would love a chance to fuck you."

I stopped laughing. I took a hard swallow. My pussy tingled. My nipples hardened. He said it so casually that I knew he meant what he was saying. I was so nervous and flustered, I could only think of one thing to say to offset it.

"Don't say that N-word, Matt. I don't like that word."

He rolled his eyes with a smile. Then he got right in my face and repeated it with a sexy whisper into my ear.

"Ellen, these young niggas would love to fuck you."

Jesus, I wanted him to just tear my clothes off. I was so over the foreplay. I shot my shot. I whispered into his ear.

"I think you're talking about yourself, Matt."

It was playful. It was erotic. It was intimate. We were face to face, sweaty as hell, and I was completely aroused. He could probably smell me. I was ready for anything. Anything except what he said next.

"Ellen, if I wanted to fuck you, you would know it. I would tell you it was going to happen and you wouldn't say no."

I was turned on and pissed at the same time. Why wouldn't he just put me out of my misery? Was he playing with me? Was I a charity case? Some project for him?

"Whatever," I said, shaking my head in disappointment. "You're all talk, Matt."

I gave him a dismissive back-handed tap on the chest as I walked away from him, on my way to the locker room. I switched my hips and ass cheeks a little as I walked away, letting him know that I knew he was watching and giving him an idea of what he was missing. No snarky remarks. No innuendos. He just let me walk away.

He was waiting for me by the elevator when I finished changing. The gym was in the basement and it was only two stops up to the first floor. We had a parking lot outside, where we were both parked. He pressed the button and we waited quietly. It was awkward. It felt like something changed, for sure. We got on the elevator and I pressed the button. We both just stood there in silence. Then, he turned to me and said those words. Given the vibe, there was no reason for me to be anything other than shocked.

"You're beautiful, Ellen. You know that, right?"

I was on pause. Just stuck for a moment. I could see a smile forming in the corners of his mouth, as he waited for my response. The bell rang and the doors opened. I stepped off the elevator and looked at him.

"So are you."

That was my response. It was as if some force gently lifted it from off my tongue and pulled it out into the world.

"Thanks. I'll see you in the morning," he said, with a hint of a laugh, before walking off to the south exit of the building, closer to where he was parked.

I went home that night and fucked Jim for as long as he could last. He tried turning me down, as usual, but I was downright feral. I tried riding him, but he couldn't keep it up. Then, I sat on his face and stuffed all five of his inches in my mouth. I sucked him off until he came and then I grinded my pussy on his face until I came. It was so far removed from our usual routine sex. We just didn't do things like that. I could tell Jim wasn't all that into me sitting on his face, but I didn't give a shit. I was horny and it didn't take long for me to cum anyway.

"What made you want to do that?" Jim asked, wiping his mouth with his hand, sounding disgusted, as he climbed out of bed, forcing me to look at his soft, estrogen-filled, middle-aged body, with all its flab and rolls.

"I just wanted to try something new," I replied, before rolling over and going to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and put on a really nice belted, v-neck sweater dress I ordered a week or so before. I was nervous about wearing it, because it really hugged the curves of the model on the website and I hadn't had curves like that for well over a decade. I walked into the kitchen, fishing for compliments from Jim and Nora, giving them a little spin and some poses. Jim could only muster "Well, that's different." But Nora said I looked "hot", and if a teenage girl says you look hot, just take the compliment and carry on.

Things were weird at work that morning. It seemed like Matt was purposely avoiding me. In fairness, I was kind of avoiding him, too. I didn't go to the galley for my coffee at our normal time. I waited. Then, when I worked up the courage to go to his office, April was there, standing at his desk, laughing like she was just waiting to be fucked. That pissed me off, the thought of them fucking. Before I could turn to walk away, he saw me. I kept moving. I just turned my back to him and headed back to my office.

As I was walking, I passed by Liv's cubicle.

"I see you girl!" she said, her words chasing after me.

I took a few steps back and did a little pose for her.

"Ellen, you look so damn good," she said, her face genuinely beaming with pride and support.

I leaned on the wall of her cube and leaned down to whisper to her.

"Thanks. I'm trying to take your crown for the phattest ass in the office... with a P-H."

"With a P-H," Liv said, cracking herself up, nearly beating me to the punchline.

We hi-fived and I walked away, leaving everyone to wonder what was so funny. It was unusual for Liv and I to share a laugh, so the curious looks on the faces I passed amused me. I liked those looks much more than the overly polite, tepid smiles I used to get walking down that same aisle at nearly 300lbs, wearing a formless dress or some ill-fitting pants paired with an ugly blouse. Let them wonder what Liv and I were laughing about.

"Fuck every last one of you," I thought as I passed those faces.

When I got back to my desk, I got a text from Matt. We exchanged numbers a while back, but we had literally never sent a text to that point. He was just my work husband and we didn't intrude into private life. Texts are a very private-life, non-work thing. It made me anxious, because after the way things went the previous night, I knew this was going to be a "talk" and that scared me for some reason. But, I went ahead and read it.

"Rooftop. 9:30."

Oh boy, we were going to have a talk. At work. It felt like such a bad idea. I didn't have much time to mull it over, because I looked at the time on my phone and it was already 9:27. So, I took off to the elevator and headed up to see him.

The rooftop was actually pretty secluded. There's a small conference room you have to pass through to get onto the roof. It has some nice views of the city, some tables and chairs. But, for some reason, no one liked going up there, except on really hot summer days. We had an IT guy, Chuck, who used to take smoke breaks up there, but no one else used the area. It was just a wasted space during the Fall and Winter months.

I walked into the conference room and I saw Matt sitting patiently in the far right corner of the room. All the tables and chairs were folded and stacked in another corner on the other side of the room, so the room was just open space. The lighting was dim, like he was trying to set a mood. I started to turn the lights all the way up, just to fuck with him, but the look on his face with super serious and it kind of frightened me. It kind of turned me on, too.

"What do you want to talk about," I said, trying my best to sound unbothered, as I approached him.

"Just come here," he said, extending his hand to me.

I took his hand and stood in front of him.

"Sit," he said, softly.

I looked back at all the chairs on the other side of the room and then looked down at him.

"You only brought one chair."

He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me closer.

"No. Sit down on top of me."

I started to voice some phony objection, to put up some fight that I knew I was going to lose, but I just did it. I slowly hiked up my dress, I rested my arms on his shoulders, and then I sat in his lap. We were face to face, inches apart. We didn't make eye contact, but I watched his face, as I felt his hands slide up my thighs, around my hips, to my asscheeks. He squeezed and rubbed them. His hands were so fucking strong. They were huge and easily covered my ass. I felt so small.

Then, he reached inside my dress and pulled each of my tits out of my bra. For the first time, I got nervous.

"Matt, wait! Someone might come." I pleaded, covering my chest.

"No one's coming up here, baby," he said, gently pulling my arms down.

I got so wet when he called me "baby." He said it all cool like black guys do and I just gave in. He was spitting, sucking, smacking, pinching and pulling on my nipples until they were huge and red. I'd never seen anyone handle a woman's breasts like that, let alone my own. It was rough and sensual at once. It felt incredible. I swear I could have cum just from that. Then, he looked up at me and held my face in his hands.

"No workout tonight. I booked us a room at the Hilton. Listen to me, Ellen. I'm going to fuck you, degrade you, make you cum so hard you'll hate every other man you've ever been with, and then I'm going to cum inside you and send you home to your husband. Do you want that?"

I was near tears, trembling. Why was he talking to me that way? It was disrespectful, but I didn't feel disrespected. I felt like such a pathetic whore, but of course I wanted it. I deserved it. I was so conflicted in my head, but my body had the last word. I could barely speak, so I nodded excitedly.

"Stand up and turn around," He said, not sounding angry, but certainly commanding me.

I did what he said and as I started to pull my dress back down...

"Leave the dress up. Pull your panties down."

Fuck, his voice was sexy. I did what he said and by then my panties were so soaked I had to wash them and put them under the hand dryer in the restroom after we were done. So, there I stood, with my big tits hanging out of my dress, my ass exposed, my panties around my ankles. I didn't care what he did next. I just wanted him to touch me.

He smacked my ass. Twice. Each cheek. Hard enough to sting. I liked it.

"Look at you, Ellen. I'm so proud of you. You're so fucking sexy. You know you could have had this body most of your life, if you hadn't spent the last 20 years giving yourself to weak ass men. Bad bitches don't belong with weak men. Did you know you're a bad bitch?"

My juices were literally running down my legs. I wanted to get fucked so badly.

"No. I didn't know." I answered.

"Well, you are. Bad bitches work hard for what they want. I've seen how hard you work. You made yourself a new person. You wanted a new life. That's shit bad bitches do."

I bit my lips, grabbed my tits and let out a demented little laugh. It was the best compliment I've ever gotten. He was right. I was a bad bitch.

"I'm your bad bitch?" I asked, turning my head over my shoulder, look back at him with a slutty smile.

He laughed and said "Is that that you want? You want to be mine?"

"Fuck yes!" I answered, so aroused that my hips were somehow gyrating on their own.

"Bend over and show me your pussy and asshole."

Without a moment of hesitation, I did it. I widened my stance, then bent over and held open my soaked pussy and moist asshole.

"Look at that. So fucking pretty," he said, gently running the tips of fingers over my asshole and cunt.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to burst. I whined like a brat.

"Please fuck me, right now, Matt. Please!"

"Nah. Stop that shit. You can wait," he chastened me.

I started rubbing my clit with one hand and fingering myself with the other.

"No. I can't. Please. I can't. I need to feel you right now." I begged.

He stood up and unzipped his pants. I was so ready.

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me with that big fucking cock." I said through gnashed teeth.

The next thing I felt was a heavy thud against my pussy ("WHOA! That was different") and his massive hand around my neck. I immediately got a hold of myself and got really still. I wasn't necessarily frightened, but it refocused me. I could feel his breath on me.

"You feel that?" he asked, intensely, his beard pressed against my cheek.

I realized he was lightly tapping his huge dick on my pussy, letting me understand what I was getting myself into.

"Yes. I feel it. You're so big."

""You need to cum?"

"YesI I can't wait all day, Matt. I can't."

"Okay. You stay just like that."

For the next 2 or 3 minutes, Matt kept tapping his hard semi-hard cock against my swollen clit. Then, he increased the force of it, until I felt that thud against my clit over and over until my mind turned to dust. I regained consciousness on the floor and found myself taking a cup of water from Matt's hand.

"Come on, baby. We need to get back. Get up." Matt said, helping me to my feet.

I cleaned myself up and took the rest of the day off. There was no way I could be around him for another 6 or 7 hours. I got lunch, shopped for more clothes for my new body, picked up some lingerie, and then went to the hotel. There was a key waiting for me at the front desk. I walked into the room, put my bags down and plopped down on the bed. I pulled out my phone and texted Jim to remind him that I had a work dinner that night. Of course that wasn't true, but Jim had been forgetting that I had work dinners for years, so a "reminder" was completely believable. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, I slept like a baby until late afternoon.

It was almost 4:00 when I woke up. I got in the shower and made sure every inch of me was clean, just so Matt could make it all dirty again. Then I got dressed in a crotchless lace bodysuit I'd just bought. It was the kind of thing I'd never even looked at before. I felt like I wasn't the type of woman to wear such a thing. Well, I was wrong.

When I looked at myself in the mirror wearing it, I realized that I didn't know a thing about my sexuality. I never knew I'd enjoy a man treating me the way Matt did earlier that day. No man had ever done it before, so I just didn't know. I was excited to learn more about what I didn't know I liked.

I got a text from Matt that simply read "10 min" and I replied "OK." I walked over to the bed and sat down right on the foot of it. Perfectly still. Just waiting. Like a dog.

I heard the beep of the lock accepting his keycard and I stood up. Matt took one look at me and smiled really big.

"OOHHH SHIT! Look at you." He said, tossing his jacket and work bag on the floor, then opening his arms to me.

I practically ran to him. I don't even remember saying anything. My body was just hungry for him. It was a lot of pawing at him, kissing on him, and trying to rip his clothes off. He laughed and push me back a little.

"Hold on. Let me get in the door. Hello, how are you?" He said sarcastically, as he held me by my wrists to keep me off of him.

I laughed at myself. I can admit I was overzealous.

"I'm sorry, but I've been waiting all day for this," I purred.

"I understand. We've got all night, baby," he said, looked me up and down, admiring me.

He walked me over to the full-length mirror and stood behind me, as we looked at ourselves. He towered over me.

"You look amazing," he said, massaging my tits.

Then, he started to undress. He undid a few buttons on his shirt and then pulled it over his head, along with his undershirt. I reached back and felt on his crotch, searching for the start or end of his cock, but all I felt was a squishy bulge.

"Be patient," he said, wearing a big grin, as he slid off his pants.

He was wearing red boxer briefs. I watched my reflection as I palmed the huge ball of flesh stuffed inside that fabric. I realized he was letting me do the reveal, while he was busy playing with my tits, which he'd pulled out of my bodysuit by that point. Finally, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and started pulling. After a few impressive inches were revealed, the rest just fell out and it was hanging there like a snake from a tree. I shivered when I gasped. You just don't believe dicks like that exist until you see them. I took it in my hand and looked down at it, to make sure the reflection in the mirror wasn't lying in some way. It wasn't lying. His cock was real. I turned back to the reflection and smiled at myself. There I was holding a huge dick attached to a gorgeous man, who wanted to fuck me with it.

"You like looking at yourself?" he asked, smiling.

"I do," I said with a horny laugh.

He kissed my neck sweetly and then whispered in my ear: "Watch yourself sucking that big dick, baby."

When he said it, it seemed like the most obvious thing ever, but I was too busy admiring our reflections for it to occur to me. I squatted down and we turned to the side, so I could see myself take him in my mouth. There's no explaining the weirdly satisfying feeling of having a dick that big in your mouth. I watched myself gag and choke on that monster for about five minutes. His erection made him much bigger and the firmness drove me crazy. I bit on it like it was an ear of corn, which got a chuckle out of him. I furiously finger fucked myself while I watched myself suck him off, amazed by the fact that my legs had gotten so strong that I could stay squatted like that for so long. I almost didn't recognize the woman that was looking back at me. But she sure as fuck turned me on.

"Get your ass on that bed," he said, with a slight grin, probably entertained by what a slut I'd become.

He walked me over to the bed and positioned me how he wanted me. Doggy. Back arched perfectly. Legs spread a little more than shoulder-width. He spread my asscheeks. I was dying to get my sloppy wet pussy eaten, but the first thing I felt was his warm tongue pressing and twisting into my asshole. I lost my mind.

"OOOHHH, FUCK MATT! THAT'S SO GOOD!"

No one had ever done that to me. My asshole was virgin territory. I didn't even play in my asshole. Ever. He enjoyed it almost as much as I did, from what I could tell. He smacked my ass. Fingered my bullhole. We hadn't even had intercouse and I was cumming.

"You're so filthy," I moaned softly, as my orgasm subsided.

He flipped me over and pulled me by my legs to the edge of the bed. I was shaking with anticipation, as I looked at him stroking his zuchinni-sized cock while looking down at my pussy. I wanted to scream when he pushed the head through. A cock like that? There's nothing to compare it to. It's life-changing. I covered my mouth and pulled my hair, as more of him slid inside me. Sounds started coming out of me that I'd never made before. I couldn't control the way I vocalized what I was feeling. I was just reacting involuntarily to each new part of me he touched.

"You're okay, baby. Relax," he reassured me, slowly stroking the full length of my cunt, his thickness expanding my walls.

He didn't understand. I wasn't in pain. I was about to cum. It was so thick. So deep. So hard. I began to cry.

"Matt, you're making me cum! You're making me cum!" I sobbed, with my hands over my face, as if I was embarrassed to be feeling so much pleasure.

My legs were uncontrollable. Everything was uncontrollable. I must've cum three or four times. I was a wet, quivering mess. And he kept fucking going. He went harder and faster. That's when I realized he was going to cum. It wasn't about me anymore. I was just a wet hole to him. And that realization made me cum again, harder than ever. My head rolled back and my back arched. My fingers and toes locked. And I could feel a scream building from the deepest part of me. Powerful contractions started in my pussy and at the same time I could feel the unmistakable throbs of Matt's dick, as he bathed my cervix with his warm sperm. I screamed from the gut. It was a loud, hoarse, awful grunt of a thing.

I couldn't stop crying, because as good as it felt, in the moment, I was mourning my marriage. All I could think about was what I had done to Jim. I knew I'd never want to have sex with my husband again. I had ruined our lives. That wasn't what I wanted. Yes, I wanted a fling. Yes, I wanted to be wanted by a hot guy. Yes, I wanted to experience a big dick. But all of those fantasies I conjured in my head for so many months were so much less the reality I was living at that moment. I was not mentally prepared for it. What was my life going to be when I left that room?

"Why did you do that? It was too much, Matt," I said, crying my eyes out.

I pounded on his chest and tried to get up to leave, but he wrapped his arms around me and as soon as I felt his strength, how easily he subdued me, I just went limp and cried some more. I felt so helpless. He shushed me gently in my ear.

"You're okay. You're okay."

He kept repeating it until I was still and silent. We were just lying there for a long while. I had so many thoughts ricocheting in my head, but I was calm. He was the big spoon, I was the little spoon. And suddenly I felt safer than I ever have in my life. I looked back at him and he was looking back at me. We didn't say anything. We just kissed. After everything, that was our first kiss. His mouth tasted citrusy and the coarseness of his beard felt amazing on my skin. His lips were wet and soft against mine as his tongue swam around my mouth. I didn't know a kiss could feel like that, like you're hungry but can never be satisfied, no matter how much you taste.

I could feel he'd gotten hard again. It was nestled between my ass cheeks. He grabbed my top leg and pulled it open, and I could feel how sticky and messy we were. It was like warm jelly and honey. His cock slipped inside of me much easier than the first time, but his girth was still so substantial that it was disrupted by breathing. He hooked his forearm behind my knee, pulled me open wider and fucked me so good, my mind just stopped working. He was so fucking deep inside me, awakening parts of me that would have remained undiscovered until the day I died. The way I could feel his hips rolling with every thrust seemed like a dream. I was euphoric.

An orgasm was inevitable, but I wasnt even focused on cumming. I was just feeling. It's impossible to describe the state I was in as anything other than dreamlike. It was like one long orgasm. I could have just lied there in that position all night. Matt was doing all the work. Kissing my neck, shoulders and back. Fucking me. Talking to me. All I had to do was feel.

"Oooh, baby," he moaned, as I felt those powerful throbs inside me once again.

I could feel cum oozing out of me. There was so much inside of me. I wasn't used to sex being so messy. I had a fleeting thought of going into the bathroom to clean up, but I didn't want to leave Matt. Curious, I reached down to feel the mess between my legs. It was slimy, viscous, slippery... so many fluids mixed. I loved it. Matt was watching me as I did this. He just smiled at me, like I was a puppy discovering some new thing to play around with.

"Can I play?" he said, with a devious smile.

I nodded and opened my legs wide for him. His hand slip down between my legs. He rubbed his cum into my inner thighs until it disappeared like lotion. He rubbed around my labia, wiping away more cum. Then, he stuck three fingers inside me and pulled out a gob of our intermixed translucent filth.

"Taste," he said, putting it to my lips.

There was no hesitation. It was delicious. Much sweeter than any man I've tasted. But it was so much about the taste as the act itself. I just wasn't the type of woman who did things like that. Let a man play in my pussy and feed me his cum? Never! But when you're with a man that makes you do things you thought were "ew," you will fucking learn to love it.

And it only got better. After cleaning me out with his fingers and feeding me cum, he gently tugged me by the hair and said "Now clean me up, too."

His cock was slumped over on his thigh. I crawled around in front of him and gave him a naughty glare before going down on him. I licked and sucked all the mess away, just like he told me to. Head and balls. I looked up at him with the biggest smile. He was stone faced.

"You're not done," he said.

He spread his leads really wide and then pulled his knees to his chest, showing me his dark. hairy butthole. I'd never eaten a man's ass. I rarely even saw a man's asshole. But the sight of Matt's massive legs in the air and that puckered hole in the middle of his big juicy ass opened up something in me that I bet he didn't anticipate.

"Damn. You like my ass, huh, baby?" he asked.

I simply nodded, as I ravenously ate his ass. I pushed my tongue as far inside him as it would go. Again, it wasn't about the taste, it was the act itself. It was so lascivious, so far beyond the sex I knew, I lost myself, which made Matt laugh maniacally.

"Well, I guess I failed at debasing you," he said laughing, holding me by my hair while I let him wipe his ass with my tongue.

He got hard again and yanked me up on top of him. It didn't take him long. He palmed my big ass and drilled me until he painted my walls again. I couldn't stop smiling while he was slamming into me, because I felt desired in a way I had never before. He could have any woman. April. Liz. All those women gawking at him and whispering about him at the office. But here I was, getting my brains fucked out by the guy they all wanted.

I was his bad bitch.