The Unexpected Affair ( 2 / 2 )

Part 2 of the story "The Unexpected Affair".

My name is Thomas Martin, IT professional, and this is the story of my first unexpected office affair. That tale started in Part 1, but I'd like to continue here, if you're interested.

After the Friday night of my dreams with my Project Manager, I also enjoyed some masturbation for the rest of the weekend thanks to my active imagination. Unfortunately the same mind that can create wonderful visions, can also generate dreadful fears.

I had just fucked a married woman, someone in a much respected position of authority at my company. These things always come out eventually. Would it affect our jobs, our careers even, at work? What about the day I opened the door to an angry husband?

And the worst fear of all, would it affect the warm friendship I had with Jane at work? I dreaded the thought of Monday, like sometimes you dread encountering an unwise one night stand again.

Monday was fine. As usual, stories of the bar were shared freely among the attendees, but nobody picked up anything unusual about Jane giving me a drive home. And as for Jane, events after the bar seemed to have disappeared into a black hole. Nothing was mentioned, her behaviour with me did not change at all.

My biggest fear did not seem to be happening, and that was really important because if either of us demonstrated changed behaviour in any way, someone might notice that happened after the weekend she drove me home.

So I calmed down, and in the days to come, I was able to role-play normality along with her, until the role-play turned into simple reality. We were back on even keel, and I just assumed what had happened was a one night stand, except I was the one who was left standing. Well, I assured myself, probably all for the best.

Our conversations were as natural as they ever were, talking about work, gossip about work, weekend plans, that sort of stuff. One day I shared that I had a boring weekend coming up. My roommates had tickets to a big concert in a neighbouring city, and I couldn't afford to go with them.

As boring as it sounded, I'd be able to use the rare quiet time in my apartment to catch up on some coding. Jane jokingly said that didn't sound like fun, she would rather go shopping on a Saturday.

Fast forward to Saturday afternoon, and I wasn't joking when I said I would be coding. I heard a knock on the door, and humorously thought to myself that it was probably another pair of evangelists offering to save my soul. I swear I must have been on one of their special lists, they visited so often.

I opened the door fully expecting to see two well dressed young men, and was shocked to see Jane standing there. Save my soul indeed.

Jane simply said, "I was in the area shopping, and thought you might need some help with the project." True that.

I invited her in and we sat separated on the couch and talked about the ordeals of achieving unreasonable deadlines, and other general work related subjects. I did not have the courage that a few drinks provide, and the fear side of my mind was screaming, "She really is here as a colleague."

Sober, I'm more awkward than confident in these situations, but suddenly the fantasy side of my mind made an assault on the fear gripping me, and screamed, "She's not here to talk about work!"

With no particular prompting, I suddenly slid across the couch and kissed her. Am I about to do the biggest misread of my life, the sequel???

Turns out I wasn't, and without any more discussion we were naked on my bed, me on my back with a raging black erection, she laying on my torso caressing my chest and with her other hand stroking my cock. And to my delight, she seemed to be a little more talkative today.

"I love your body, Thomas. You've done a really good job with it, I can't stop thinking about it". Stroking my cock, she added, "And you're so tasty too."

Jane loved giving blowjobs, and she genuinely loved to swallow. She had this curious trick she did with her tongue when my cock was in her mouth. I can't even explain what the hell she was doing, and I've never experienced it with any other lover. It drove me crazy every time she did it.

And she was doing it right now! My god, I wish she was my wife, but that's not happening. I'll just have to enjoy her being my work wife!

I interrupted her and re-positioned ourselves so that I was above her, my head facing the end of the bed, my cock over her mouth. She took me into that mouth, and I enjoyed that for awhile.

"Comfy?" I asked. But she had a mouthful of hard black cock, and so couldn't reply properly except to issue a "mmm mmm" to the affirmative.

That taken care of, I leaned forward to contact her pussy with my tongue. We were now in a 69.

In my college athletic days, I certainly ran my fair share of laps. And now I intended to give her pussy its fair share of laps. My oral skills were probably not as good as her's, but like athletics, I just needed more practice.

We engaged in this coupling for some time, until I exploded in her mouth. She took all my cum easily, and soon we were embracing again with her hand holding my flaccid cock.

She looked at me with a pleasant smile and assured me, "You are so tasty, Thomas."

That went straight to my cock and it twinged a bit, and with the gentle stroking of her hand and the look on her face as we gazed at each other, she was soon holding an erection she knew she would have to service again.

"Thomas, you are such a demanding partner," she said with a fake look of exasperation.

I quickly moved her into a doggy position, and as I entered her I replied, "And you my dear Jane, are a teasing bitch, ignoring me at work. And you know how bitches get fucked."

I pounded her relentlessly, accompanied by the sweet music of her groans of pleasure. After several minutes of this, she achieved orgasm, and collapsed on the bed with a humorous little "Woof!" I also collapsed on my back again.

With no pause she turned around and stroked my cock a few times to make sure it was "up", in a manner of speaking, to its next task. She warned me, "You're about to be rode hard and put away wet, you magnificent stallion."

And with that she saddled up in a cowgirl position, and my god she rode me. She was never an athlete, but she definitely had equestrian skills when it came to a black cock. She lived up to her warning, and I indeed ended up being put away wet.

Time for a break, please! I retrieved some towels and wet-wipes, and we lovingly cleaned each other thoroughly. Then it was back to our usual favourite embrace, until my next erection announced the body matched the spirit and was willing again.

As we gazed at each other lovingly, I made the joke, "Did we miss anything?"

"Yes," she said, and in a surprisingly quick action she saddled up in reverse cowgirl position and rode her stallion again. She rode me without pause for some time, but I knew she wouldn't be able to bring me to orgasm again.

She came. Turns out making me cum was not her goal, she had her own needs.

And we were in an embrace again.

"I guess this is the "next time" we talked about some weeks ago," I said with a bit of exhaustion in my voice."

"One of them," Jane assured me.

And I realized that officially, we were having an affair. I'd never done this before, but I trusted we could handle it. Well, that was what my cock insisted that my brain accept.

"I have to go shopping now, my husband will be expecting me to abuse his credit card like I abused your cock. Happy to do so for both of you," she said, getting up to clean herself again.

"Can I use your shower?" she asked, "I need to wash the smell of sex off me, and then finish up with a bit of perfume to cover up the scene of the crime."

"I'll join you," and did. With soapy hands I caressed her longer than necessary, but she didn't hurry to leave the shower either.

"You'll be redoing your lipstick anyway," I said as I pushed her head down to my cock. She enjoyed another load in her mouth.

"Oh, my dear work wife," I lamented in my mind.

Soon enough she was dressed and ready to leave.

I helpfully offered, "There's a classy sex shop in the area. You might enjoy picking up some masturbation aids," then a bit naughtily I added, "Or your husband may enjoy using them on you too."

"Oh my silly young lover," Jane laughed, "My husband stocked our bedroom with those things years ago. BUT, I might drop by that shop to see what's new on the market. Maybe I'll find a gift for you to use on me next time. See you Monday, my Black Beauty."

I couldn't figure out how to make a horsey sound, so I responded with a deep kiss and a gentle squeeze of one her perky breasts. I'm such an idiot.

Monday arrived with less fear than last time, and we again engaged in our role-play of normal work colleagues. I don't know what's normal when it comes to an office affair, but our couplings were rather infrequent and random, and each one would be a separate story.

You can just copy and paste our first two engagements into your mind and work with that.

Came the day I realized we hadn't enjoyed getting together for an unusually long period of time, although nothing had changed at work. But we eventually found ourselves at another get-together at the bar where we first lit the fuse.

I had thoughts about how the night would end. When I could speak to her in private I asked, "We OK, Jane? We haven't been together for awhile." To lighten the mood, I added, "I miss your talented mouth."

She smiled and hesitantly replied, "I've decided to end it. I'm worried the consequences are not worth it for both of us if things go bad. Thomas, I hope this doesn't change our friendship though."

"Not at all, I understand and agree." I wished I could embrace her and kiss her like an epic movie scene, but this couldn't happen.

This is how this ends, no drama.

"I need to go," Jane said, in the cool professional tone that everyone knew, "See you guys Monday?"

"Yes," I replied, "Have a good weekend." I was sincere. And then I was alone.

Well, not really, I knew I still had many colleagues I could share time with, all of them in various degrees of inebriation. I took a shot of tequila to toast my breakup, and another shot for courage to rejoin this silly party.

And the night ended with Carole, one of the divorced executive secretaries, receiving a thorough pounding in my favourite sex motel. Prior to this night, we had enjoyed many months of flirting that went nowhere, to her apparent disappointment.

But tonight was the start of a new chapter in my life, and she was at the right place at the right time. I think that's how that saying goes, lol.

As two single professionals with the weekend at our disposal, nothing to fear, and matching libidos, Carole endured many poundings that weekend. We ended up at her cozy house, which was war booty from her divorce some years ago.

But let me stop here. This story is about my first office affair, not my second. I might tell that story sometime, if anyone is interested.

Epilogue

I enjoyed a few more rewarding years at that company, and Jane and I maintained a warm relationship appropriate to our respective roles there. Every now and then I managed to tell a coded joke that meant nothing to the conversation group, but would register with Jane.

For example, there was the time I asked if anyone knew of any good "horse ranches" in the region. I had recently watched the movie "Black Beauty" on TV, and it reminded me of a road trip in college where my girlfriend and I enjoyed horseback riding. I was thinking I'd like to try it again.

Alas, no-one knew of any such place, not even Jane. But we both knew, without betraying our thoughts, she knew perfectly well of one or two locations.

"Bastard!" she jokingly whispered to me later in private. We didn't need long conversations to exchange thoughts, or fond memories.

Came the day it was time for me to move on for other professional, and personal, adventures. My work colleagues hosted a party for me, or for them, at the usual bar.

At the end of the festivities, when it was time for the dreaded "good luck" hugs from various folk, I embraced Jane a little harder and longer than most. We were such good friends, you see. She looked at me with a little sadness in her face and said, "Good luck Thomas, I'll miss you."

I replied, "I already do." And that's as good of a movie scene we had.

These many years later, thanks to StalkBook, I see she's still with her husband and they appear happy enough. But StalkBook can just be wallpaper covering hidden lives and desires.

Perhaps they had a perfectly normal relationship, perhaps Jane found other occasional distractions, perhaps her time with me gave her the courage to give into his fantasies and they became enthusiastic swingers, I'll never know.

However they navigated themselves to today, I know that Jane's decision to put that condom package back into her husband's jacket was the right one for her. And for me as well.

I went on to have many other adventures, so don't feel sad for me. No regrets.

But if I could revisit my sexual past once, it would be that first night with Jane. Or maybe that Saturday afternoon.

Dammit, don't make me choose!!!!

Mrs. Anderson, my mentor, Jane, my lover, I still miss you both.