This is a work of fiction, any similarities to real people is coincidental.
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"So what's going on James?" asks Cerys, "why has your performance dropped so much?"
I'm reluctant to answer as the reason is probably psychosomatic, my wife has walked out recently after a fight and I miss her. Her smile, her eyes and the sex, oh my god do I miss the sex. It may have been a while but she certainly know what she's doing and know how to please her man. I shouldn't have accused of cheating..
"Hey," says Cerys snapping me out of my daydream, "talk to me, I'm here for you." She puts her hand on my leg and I try to hide the fact that I like that a little too much.
Cerys is my boss. She's kind, warm hearted and is willing to do anything to help you out. She's also very attractive, about 5 ft, slim and an amazing arse. I've often had to stop myself staring when she bends down to get something, especially when she wears tight jeans.
"Things aren't good at home," I confess, "my wife and I had a fight, she's staying with her sister and I miss her."
"Ah bless," she says in a soft tone, "I have to admit I did notice you not looking like your normal happy self. Guessing it's been a while."
"She walked out last week," I reply
"No sweetie, I mean since you got laid."
I'm shocked at how forward Cerys is in her questioning. Her hand is still on my thigh and she's now looking me in the eyes. I'm getting hard but am still trying to hide it as I don't want her to get the wrong idea.
"Um, ah...yeah I guess," I stutter.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asks really emphasizing the word 'anything.'
"You could try talking to her," I reply, trying with difficulty to resist what I think are her advances.
"That seems difficult," she says playfully, "you might even say...hard" and with that she grabs my crotch. I can't hide hoe turned on I am right now from her any longer and I'm shocked at what's happening.
"What are you.."