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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My experience of another man's wife. Based on true events.
I'm going to publish each chapter separately to keep it neat.
I pride myself on running a good team. We get things done, we support our customers, we deliver what we say we will. There's a good team spirit and people just get along with each other, they go the extra mile when needed, and I make sure they feel appreciated for their efforts. I'm relaxed about the hours they work and the sick leave they take - I know they aren't on the make.
Of course, it's a competitive environment, and everyone knows that. If we don't deliver, our jobs are at risk. And they also know that I'm the boss, the one they need to satisfy. I've worked hard for my position in the workplace jungle. I make the key decisions - who gets to do what jobs, who gets a pay rise, and so on. It works, don't knock it.
It was last year, must have been March or April, when Pete came to see me. Pete has been in my team for a couple of years and I like the guy. He works hard - he's not the best, but not the worst either. We have regular social get-togethers and Pete always comes over as Mr Nice. He's the one who gets his hands into the sink when there are dirty dishes to wash, the one who fetches more beer from the fridge, the one who - don't take this the wrong way - is always eager to please. But what I like most about Pete is his wife. Anna is one of those women who seem to be effortlessly attractive, classically perfect. I often wondered what she was doing with a fairly nondescript guy like Pete. Sure, love is about more than physicality, but even so...
Anyway, Pete was in my office and he looked a little dejected. I had a good idea why. I knew he was looking to move up the ladder, take on more responsibility, but I knew - and he knew - he wasn't ready yet. Almost, but not quite. He needed more training, and training takes time. And I had a couple of very good candidates who could have stepped into the role straight away. It was touchy-feely time, for sure.
I let him talk - sometimes it's good just to listen, to give them the chance to impress, or not. And as he talked I found myself thinking, not about Pete, but about Anna. Wondering how much she knew about his work, his ambitions, or whether he was one of those men who kept his work and personal life separate. I knew that if it had been Anna, not Pete, in my office that day, she would have been more confident, more self-assured, and a shoe-in for the job.
Anyway, I told Pete that nothing had been decided yet, gave him a bit of a pep talk, and he cheered up. And then, out of the blue, he asked if I'd like to visit them at the weekend for dinner and drinks. I thought that was a great idea (although it was obviously all part of his sales pitch) so I accepted.
Saturday came around, and the evening went down very nicely. The food was good and the wine flowed freely. Pete was careful not to mention work - in fact he was surprisingly quiet. Anna, on the other hand, was vivacious and chatty. As time went by I noticed she was moving closer to me until we were side by side on the sofa, and I could really appreciate her. She was wearing a close-fitting jersey dress that somehow made her look demure and sexy at the same time. Her understated scent was working its magic in my brain. or maybe it was the alcohol... either way, I was feeling good.
Pete got up to take some things into the kitchen, and as he left the room Anna leaned in to me and put her hand behind my head, pulling me into a kiss, her tongue insistently probing until my lips opened for her. It felt as if she was going for my tonsils and I returned the favour enthusiastically. I felt her other hand on my leg, moving towards the erection that had quickly resulted from her kiss.
If I'd been sober and alert I'd probably have pushed her away, but now... I wasn't prepared for it and I was taken aback by how eager Anna seemed to be. I wasn't even thinking about what Pete was doing, just enjoying the moment. And she wasn't holding back; she was fumbling with my belt and getting my trousers open. My cock was bulging by now and she wanted it in her hand. It didn't take long before she was gripping the shaft as she continued to kiss me deeply.
I pulled her in closer so I could run my free hand over her perfectly proportioned breasts. They were firm and warm under the dress. Remembering there was a short zip at the front, I found it, pulled it down... now I could slip my hand under the dress and... find that she was bra-less. Such lovely curves, such smoothness in my hand, cute little nipples. And her mouth still on mine, and her hand still working my cock, feeling it throb...
It was over all too soon. As my cock exploded in Anna's hand I shuddered and groaned. We exchanged one final, deep kiss and slowly she drew back, leaving me sticky and wet, breathing heavily. She smiled as she wiped her hand clean and we both just had time to rearrange our clothes before Pete slipped back into the room.
Pete's eyes met mine and I knew he knew what had just happened.
to be continued... |
