First, there is a wife in this story, she is seduced by a co-worker. If you are not into this sort of thing I don't care. If you find this story subject repulsive, again, I don't care. If you feel you must rate the story rate it on the writing and techniques, not the story itself. Nobody cares if you like the subject. It is like television, if you do not want to read this type of story... DON'T. For those of you who have constructive comments I thank-you for your time and appreciate your efforts.
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Olga sat and waited in her office. She knew he would come I and talk to her, he always did. They flirted, but nothing obvious, nothing too open that a complaint could be registered with the management of the company. She was unsure if she liked him or not. Rex was new to the company. He was overweight, balding, yet intelligent and an interesting partner for conversation. Her husband would not approve, but nothing had happened that would alarm him beyond Rex spending hours in her office behind closed doors.
Like clockwork 9am came and as people filed off for morning coffee Rex walked in. "Morning Olga, Wonderful day isn't it?" Rex smiled his smile at her as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"Yes, the weather is nice but today is not lovely. My back hurts, my neck is sore and I want to go home."
"Really? You back you say? Would you like me to give you a massage? Nothing needs to be removed I can rub your muscles through your sweater." Rex smiled as he walked behind her desk.
Olga was slightly alarmed, but her neck was sore. "OK, but just rub my neck."
Rex rubbed his hands together to warm them and stepped up behind the chair. Olga was quite attractive, blonde, and slightly older than he was, small firm breasts, thin, but not skinny she looked great. She had told him she was a dancer in Russia before she left and she still had the body of one. Her rear was firm and nicely shaped, lean legs and a narrow waist. He glanced down at his own belly and wondered how he ever went to seed so badly. Years of rugby and then nothing was his only answer.
Slowly he started his massage, running his hands over her smooth skin. Olga relaxed slowly. Having a strange man touching her was not normal, but Rex was very good with his hands. Slowly the pain lessened, Rex let his hands drift to her shoulders. Gently he traced the stiff muscles down across the straps of her bra. As he worked the tension out soft moans escaped Olga's lips. Was she aware that she was doing it he wondered? Olga felt the tension seeping from her, slowly being replaced by something else. A new tension centered between her legs. Her husband was going to have to do something about that when she got home tonight, if only she could drag him from his work for long enough. She slumped back in her chair and moaned again.
As Olga slumped down Rex found it more difficult to keep his hands on her shoulders. Slowly he worked down her sides and across the front of her collarbone area. Olga moaned again and her legs spread slightly. Her miniskirt prevented much movement, but Rex noticed. He would have to stop soon, but he couldn't move for now, his erection was far too visible to step out from behind her. He continued his massage while trying to make small talk. "Did you sleep poorly last night? Were you on your back or side?" Nothing seemed to help; all he could see was her slightly parted legs and pictures of her sleeping in a skimpy nighty.