"Hi Maggie," Randal smiled as he walked past her on his way to the back room. She smiled back, trying to cover up the thoughts she was having about him at that very moment. That had gotten more intense. As he walked by, she watched his lips as he said hi. They looked so soft and gentle. She wanted to feel them on her lips, on her neck, and places she knew she shouldn't want another man to kiss. The lips were one thing, but her thoughts weren't so innocent anymore. She felt guilty enough about wanting him to kiss her lips, let alone her breasts. This wasn't good at all.
The only consolation Maggie was beginning to feel was that she didn't work in the same area as Randal. So maybe she could get through the day with only seeing him a few times. But the question still remained, does she tell her husband? She decided against it, seeing how she wasn't going to act on these thoughts and like she'd been convincing herself all day, it was HIS fault, not hers.
Because she barely saw him that day, she was all right. Sure she thought about him occasionally, but Maggie was a professional. She did her job the way she was hired to do it. She bumped into Randal twice that first day, and both times led to her visualizing him in ways she knew she shouldn't.
This went on for a week. At home she pretended nothing was going on. She did something she said she would never do, she lied to Curtis. He didn't ask directly about Randal. But she could sense he was hinting about him. If Maggie thought the conversation was heading towards Randal, she would change the subject. She didn't want to think about him at home, at least not in the presence of her husband.
Another few days had past since the fascination she was feeling started. And with each passing day, Maggie was starting to question. Was it just a fascination or was she developing a crush on Randal? No matter how many times she told herself she was a happily married woman, the simple thought of him made her want him. She started to get nervous. What if these feelings never went away? More importantly, did she want them to go away? Maggie felt so alive when she had her little fantasies about Randal.
Then after about a month of fantasies and desire, Maggie crossed the line. She had seen Randal many times, talking to her five or six times that day. She lost track how many separate little fantasies she had about him. On the way home from work, she was so turned on from a replay of one of those fantasies, Maggie had to stop the car and pull over. Right there on the side of the road she slid her hand between her legs and began to play with herself. This was not like Maggie at all. But at this point, she didn't care. She moaned out his name as she erupted in her panties. And the thing that troubled her the most, she liked it.
When she got home, she tackled Curtis to the ground. He must have wondered what came over her that night. She seemed to be overcome by lust. And if she couldn't have Randal, well, she was going to have to settle for her husband. Maggie and Curtis has a pretty tame sex life, but that night she showed her wilder side. He raised an eyebrow but never questioned it.
The more time she was at work in close proximity to Randal, the more her passions began to grow. And it got to the point that she knew she needed to quench them. But could she really cheat on her husband of seven years? Fingering yourself while dreaming of someone else is bad enough, but to actually give in to your carnal desires? Could Maggie do it? She was now convinced what Curtis has said six weeks ago was true, he did want her. At least that's what she thought. Maybe it was wishful thinking on her part. The only thing she knew was her pussy was on fire when she heard his name or saw his face. She wanted to fuck Randal, but could she go through with it. Could he? Would he?
