About a year and a half ago I was just starting this new job as an assistant manager. My training went along very smoothly I was learning as much as I could and was using my new found knowledge to its fullest. About a month after my first day I was transferred to another store where I met another assistant manager; let us call her Mrs. G.
Mrs. G was beautiful, I was floored the first time I saw her. She was a beautiful black woman thick in all the right places. Nice breast, nice hips and nice but (even though I am not a but guy). Her face was flawless her skin was a nice color of mocha brown and her lips seemed to call to me to kiss them.
Mrs. G and I would often work together, I would close one night and she would leave at 8 pm or vice versa. Our relationship was professional at first but then we started talking and started flirting with each other. She started first, she would ask me if I had a girlfriend and would I like one, she would also stand so close to me that I could feel her breath on my neck, and every now and then she would stand so close to me that I could feel her breast on my back.
It was fun let me not lie, it was great, especially for me who never got this type of attention from any female growing up. Since I was new to this type of attention my flirt game was slow in progression, she would constantly say things to me that would often leave me flustered and then she would walk away knowing what she did to me:
"I wonder what you look like naked" and
"I hope you can feel me...up" she would say.
We worked together and flirted together for a couple of months. I just built up the nerve to ask her out (something the company frowned upon). I was closing this night and she was going to leave at 8pm, we were in the stockroom getting some stuff for a display that we were building she was called to the front register but before she left she climbed up the ladder behind me that I was on and pressed her body up against mine. It was great I felt her breast and felt her hands rub up and down my side very slowly. As she left to go to the front I was putting everything on a cart. I brought everything out and started building the display when I heard her say, "This is Mr. P, Mr. P this is my husband." Husband whoa, I never thought she was married, in fact I never noticed her wedding ring. Then I heard a little girl scream "mommy, mommy" mommy to I thought and she stated "oh this is my daughter." I was floored but tried to play it off, had a little small talk with the husband and then she walked them out.
As I focused back on the display my mind was going on, married, a kid, married, a kid. I couldn't stop then she came back and I said,
"I didn't know you were married?"
"Yeah, about five years now"
"Really, I never thought."
We continued working.
"Yeah but it is not great" she said
"Why not" (I am a nosy guy)
"It's our sex life it is non existent"
"Non existent, really you?"
"Yeah, it was great before we got married but after we had Stacy (her kids name)
and got married it has been non existent."
"Well have you tried different things" I said trying to be helpful.
"Yeah everything but it is to late now."
We were back in the stockroom and she continued to say,
"I have been cheating on him for the past year, I just couldn't wait anymore. Counseling session after counseling session and no change I couldn't take it anymore."
"Does he know?"
"I think so but he won't leave and I won't leave him, we are only staying together for Stacy now and that's enough."