There are some things in life that unexpectedly occur and make no sense. Things happen.
Take my relationship with Lauren, a sweet and married 27-year-old who worked as an analyst in the same department as me. I'm a 29-year-old married guy. We'd both been at each other's weddings, shared highs and lows in lunchtime discussions, and supported in times of need and celebrated in times of joy.
Two friends. Working in same office. Spending time together at work.
We'd shared all kinds of stories, probably ones which HR would not have liked.
Like the one where Lauren admitted to me being caught masturbating by her husband, who was at first upset but soon watched her in action and joined in. I related a similar story, one which my wife caught be stroking to porn, and promptly cut me off from any sex for a couple weeks.
We laughed at our misfortunes, but I have to admit when Lauren told her stories it got me hot and bothered. So much so that she notices the bulge in my pants one lunchtime. "Enjoying the talk, Rob?"
I admitted I was and she smiled.
Not to bore you with the details, but we ran into each other one Saturday afternoon jogging in a local park. Well, it was more than an accident, because we knew each other would be there at some point. But it wasn't like we'd arranged to meet or anything. It was a chance meeting and we jogged along together for a while before taking a brief respite by the lake.
We spoke for a while, grimacing, laughing and interacting before Lauren dropped a bombshell.
"You know, Rob, you get me hot when I think about you. Roger decided last night to bang me -- it has been three weeks since he'd touched me -- and he did the usual stroke here for a minute and then jump on and fuck me. Probably three minutes before he shot his wad. I mean, it wasn't satisfying except that I imagined it was you and it got me off! So, thanks for the fuck, sailor!"
I couldn't believe she told the intimate story. But I did admit to her that I sometimes thought of her to get myself over the edge when Shannon was stroking me off. She really didn't like sex - we'd do it here and there, but she would jerk me off to keep me satisfied on a weekly basis. Those interludes became mundane, but I started recently to spice it up by thinking of Lauren and having her work my dick in various scenarios.
Laurel smiled at the thought then surprised me again. "Do you think we could survive, I mean, our marriages and work relationship and so forth if we ever, you know, did it together? I mean, I love my husband, my life for the most part, but there is something missing. I think it's the excitement."
She went on to tell be a couple stories about how, before getting married, this guy or that guy had adventurously fooled around with her. And they'd do it in a park, in the car and even in an abandoned outhouse. "It was so hot. And when I got married it was like that for a little bit, but Roger is, well, vanilla and it's become the old in and out, quick fucks that leave a lot missing."
I spoke about the similarities with my wife Shannon. I mean, before the wedding I could count on some kind of sex several times a week, and blow jobs in the basement of her parent's house at a minimum and in the car here and there. She once gave me road head on the interstate and at least 15 truckers beeped and honked and waved and enjoyed her naked ass on display while she was sucking me off. It was amazing. But that excitement gradually left our lovemaking and it was now a chore.
She was too tired, had to get up early, worried someone would hear (gee, married people fucking is a problem?) and find all kinds of excuses to delay any form of sex.
Lauren and I commiserated that day in the park, and continued our conversation as we walked around the lake. We stopped at one point as she's gotten a small pebble lodged in her shoe, and when it was removed and shoe tied she arose, hugged me, and then planted a sweet long kiss on me.
It was an electrifying kiss. The girl I lusted for kissed me and sent shivers throughout my body as I held her close. After a bit she reached down and felt by crotch, finding a hard cock pulsating in my pants.
"What have we here?' she asked.
"Oh, something popped up with that kiss," was my reply.
Looking around I saw an opening in some tall bushes and I led her behind them.
There, we fell into a lover's embrace and kissed while sliding hands all over each other's bodies.