Several readers have asked for more details of the relationship Lauren and I had developed.
The fact that Lauren was married or that I was married made no difference to either of us as we cheated and committed adultery. We went along with our spouses in our day to day lives, but every once in a while, we, well, joined together sexually in a mutually satisfying relationship.
Oh, there were pitfalls. We couldn't stay together overnight unless a spouse was on the road or somehow away. We couldn't get together in down for dinner, a movie or anything worrying about someone we knew catching us.
But we found a way to get together, spend time, and of course, take care of our sexual needs. We were both highly sexual, and we'd joke about that at lunch at work.
We agreed early on that neither of us wanted to ruin each other's relationship with their spouse. We voluntarily stayed away from each other a couple times, only to sneak glimpses or make no-no talk at lunch.
We just wanted time together. We agreed to be totally honest about what we did in the bedroom with our spouses, almost like we were watching each other's actions on a porn channel. Along the way, she'd ask me after I'd tell her about Shannon and
I fucking or I'd ask her about after Roger and she fucked why we didn't do this or that.
But mostly we'd talk about fantasies or encounters we'd like to have -- together. No holds barred fantasy talk. On one occasion where we were voluntarily staying away from each other in any kind of sexual way we admitted -- separately to the same fantasy -- that a recent sexual romp with our better halves actually involved thinking of each other.
"You were great last night," Lauren said one day at lunch. "If you know what I mean."
Turns out she had a sexual escapade with her vibrator, thinking of me.
It was wrong, we both knew it, but we also realized there was something special between us. Finally, the temptation got to us, and we arranged a meeting one Saturday morning at work...when nobody would be around and her husband would be golfing and my wife would be shopping with her sister.
It wasn't the first time we'd done the deed at work. Early on in our relationship we'd screwed in a conference room, locking the door and messing around on the desk. It was quick and dirty sex. Hot.
There was hardly ever anyone around on the weekend. We'd been together working on a project for hours and hot see or hear anyone else in the building. The parking lot of generally devoid of cars, with the once in a while exception of the utility guy who sometimes had to work on the weekend to move someone's stuff to a new office or fix a basic plumbing or electrical problem.
In any event, we would check around the office, review what was occurring in the lot, and so forth to be sure nobody was around. Sometimes we'd cavort together, other times just sit and talk. I mean, it was not merely a sexual encounter relationship, but a true friendship.
On this Saturday we had a great opportunity to play around since our spouses were pre-disposed. We'd brought sandwiches, sort of a picnic in the building while working on a task together if anyone asked. We saw the utility guy's car so did think we needed to check around but lo and behold he was working in the lobby painting above the receptionist's desk when we arrived.
Explaining we'd be working upstairs a couple hours he wished us well and we were off to the races.
We worked a little --- got a lot accomplished actually --- for "cover" just in case, and had our little picnic, but in reality, we were both sure what was going to happen....just where and when.
Lauren had that covered. "Let's fool around in Ms. Biggins office!" she whispered, as if the walls could hear. Biggins was our boss, the big cheese, the head honcho with the corner office. It was very well appointed and we'd only been inside it a couple times in our careers.
Fooling around in there would be so wrong, but oh so right for our minds. We had to do it.
"Lauren you are such a bad girl. That's a great idea!"
But how to get in? I mean, her door was locked I was sure. Lauren again had the answer. "I can get us in, I know where (Ms. Biggins' secretary) Amanda keeps the spare key." Problem solved.
Sure enough, the key was in its hiding place and we advanced to Biggins' office, locking the door behind us. We looked around, admiring the awards on the wall, the large couch and plush carpet and all the other executive accoutrements.
It was spacious, somewhat elegant, and for what we had in mind, perfect.
"We are totally secluded here, very private. Wonder what we could do," joked Lauren.
"I guess we could read some of her books, or just enjoy this excellent view," I replied, pointing toward the window and the sprawling countryside beyond.
