A message from the author.
I know that it is not everyone's cup of tea. I know equally well though that there are many of us who thrive on it, who enjoy it and get a big buzz from it. I know I do. I get a massive kick and huge excitement from it. There's some guilt and trepidation too of course, but they are relatively easily overcome. And when you have a fling or an affair the downsides are far outweighed by the upsides, well they seem to be at the time. And one of the upsides, ironically, is that often after an affair, fling or a one-night stand and usually during it as well you feel closer to your partner and it can become the glue that keeps the relationship stuck together.
Now I am talking, of course, about women cheating. Horrific is it may sound to some bigoted men, it does happen. Women do go off and 'sow their wild oats,' oddly just like men do and have done for years. Well in this new age it's the females' time and it's us who can have our cakes and eat them as we fuck both our husband and our lovers.
I'm talking about cheating. About playing away from home, being unfaithful and having bits on the side. Long term affairs, short flings and even one-night stands, they all provide that buzz, that kick and usually those thrills and excitement. And during and between my two marriages I have had loads buzzes and kicks and lots of thrills and excitement.
Liaisons such as described above arise from many situations. This series of stories, some of which is taken from real life as it happened to me, looks at the motivations, pleasures, excitement and concerns of the more common circumstances.
Christina x
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The Work Colleague.
In some ways the workplace is a disaster area. It throws relatively happily married people together without their partners. And of course the inevitable happens all too often. It is the place where more illicit assignations take place and where more men and women seem to forget their marriage vows as both dip their pans in company ink.
He was not exactly my boss, but he was senior to me and a member of the senior management group and like many women I am attracted to men with power and Kendal certainly had that.
It was a classic office affair. Two people away from their partners attracted to each other. The build-up was so typical; more contact and talk than was necessary during the working day, coffees and lunch together in the company restaurant, moving onto drinks outside it, which escalate to lunch in restaurants or pubs, all possibly innocent. But then the big move, the heavy stuff, dinner. That meant lying to our partners; the thin end of the wedge, making excuses and making sure when we got home there was no tell-tale smell of perfume or aftershave or my stray blonde hairs on his jacket or shirt.
In some ways the lying, the excuses and the clear deceiving of the partner is a bigger step than the almost inevitable next one, climbing into bed. It took us less than five weeks from being introduced to having sex, one month to get to know each other well enough to go to bed together, thirty one days from shaking hands to fucking.
However, it didn't last long, such affairs rarely do. We both had our heads in place. It wasn't love. Well not the sort where you want to spend your lives together at the expense of existing relationships and families. But then it was not just lust. There is a state somewhere in between those two that encourage people like Kendal and me to risk all for a few months of excitement together.
Office romances seem to break down into three categories. Long term affairs that just go on endlessly, serious shit where the couple ditch their partners and quickies where the pair have a few shags and find the sex just isn't worth all the guilt, lies and cheatings. Ours was very much in the latter category although whilst it goes on the guilt, lies and cheating were all major turn ons.
It was after the first time that we went to dinner that we kissed, properly that is for he had pecked me goodbye on the cheek a couple of times. We lived in different directions from the central London offices where we worked; I was to the north in Hertfordshire and he to the west in Chiswick. So we said good night between the restaurant in Covent Garden and Holborn tube station. Well we actually said goodnight in a dark little alleyway just off Great Queen Street to be precise
Had I have given such things much thought beforehand, I might have assumed that being in another man's arms would have worried me; it didn't. I could well have felt that being pulled against the body of a man other than my husband might have surprised me; it didn't. And I would surely have believed that being kissed, open mouthed with lips squirming by a man I hardly knew would have shocked me; it didn't.
On top of that, when I got home and Richard asked I had a nice time with the 'girls from the office,' I felt hardly any guilt and no remorse. And when he fucked me later I loved it and loved him even more than usual. Contradictions I know, but that's what cheating is all about.
The next week one of the girls from the office was having birthday drinks and a dinner.
It was after the dinner that he suggested we go back to the office, 'for a nightcap.' He was quite senior and had his own keys. It was in his office, on the green, leather Chesterfield that he undid a button or two on my blouse and slid his hand inside and soon after eased my tits out of my bra, pinched my nipples and stroked the smooth flesh of my breast.
"God I so want you," he whispered, gently squeezing my breast.
I had already let my hand fall onto his thigh. I slid it up until the side of it pressed against his bulge. I ran my hand further upwards and felt the outline of his erection through the thin wool of his trousers.
