Affair-ed. in Embracing my Inner Sex Addict

I thought I’d recap my affair with my coworker. I mean, it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t a good time, right?

We had worked together for a few months and he always asked me for my number and I always refused. He caught me on an “off” day and I gave it to him. “If we’re gonna do this.. let’s go!”

We had our first kiss and he totally blew my mind! He was -HANDS DOWN- the BEST kisser I have EVER experienced. I don’t know if our kissing styles just meshed well together? It was hot.

He’d kiss me and grab my hair to tilt my head to the side.. he’d run his mouth down my neck.. kissing, licking, nipping, and biting at me.

It started with sneaky hugs and kisses. He smelled so good. Then, after 2 weeks of PG physical interactions, he caught me in the office and I let him have it.

I bent down and pushed my ass out to grind against him. He begged me for it. I pulled my pants down, held onto a chair in the corner of the office behind the filing cabinets. He’s tall and he kept a look out above them. He rubbed me and dipped a finger in.. threw some extra spit on his hand, stroked it and he slipped it in.

Although we were alone, it was hard to keep it professional and not make noise. He thrust in and out and I didn’t want it to stop. He walked out and I went to the bathroom to collect myself. Mmmm!

That weekend, he stopped by my house. We stood outside hugging each other and I put my hand down his pants. I looked up at him innocently and said, “Do you want me to put it in my mouth?”

He told me, “I was working all day, you don’t have to.”

I started biting and rubbing my lips together, “pull it out..”

I got down on my knees and blew him. It didn’t take long for him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. He has been the best I had ever tasted.

Every private encounter with him had been deviously beautiful. Every kiss more passionate than the last. My God, I even let him fuck me in the ass. His wife never let him do that. I can’t imagine why not because he was perfect.

Of course, it got complicated as it was destined.

He got sloppy and “didn’t care” which caused a LOT of problems at home (and a few at work). He couldn’t keep things compartmentalized or maybe he felt like he HAD to shower me with emotion?

It’s obvious that it’s hurt him. He was even expressing his love for me. I don’t know why. I gave him shit for it all the time. I guess the fantasy of a forbidden romance was JUST ENOUGH to take the edge off from dealing with a crappy marriage at home.

We don’t talk anymore. No explanations needed, but I’m good with that.