This continues the story of my relationship with Wendy, the girl who had been employed as cover for one of my co-workers who had gone on maternity leave, and who I had wanted from the first moment I saw her when she was shown around the office during her interview. Despite her having a boyfriend, we had met up and had sex a couple of times, and she had ultimately finished her relationship with him allowing us to become a couple.
This continues the story following us spending the night together for the first time.
As with chapters 1-3, what I have written is based on real events, but there are almost certainly going to be some factual errors due to the almost 20 years that have passed between the time of them occurring and the time of writing. Names may also have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
I woke up and opened my eyes, taking a moment to remember where I was, and as the events of the night before came back to me, as well as remembering I had stayed over with Wendy, I also became aware of the strange feeling on my penis. It was hard, although for many men that probably isn't an unusual thing to wake up with, but there was more to it than that. I wondered for a moment if it was because I had been reliving last night's events in my dreams, but as I lay there with a smile remembering what we had done together I realised that what I could feel was Wendy's hand wrapped around my cock gently pumping up and down.
'That certainly explains the erection' I thought to myself. I lay there for a few minutes longer, enjoying the work out she was giving my cock whilst she thought I was still sleeping, but knowing that I needed to go home to get a change of clothes for work. 'I could get used to waking up to this' I thought to myself, smiling again.
"Mmmmmmm, that's good" I said, letting her know I was awake. "I wish I didn't have to go home to get ready for work."
"Don't then. We can phone in sick" she said.
"That will look a bit suspicious though if we both phone in" I said glumly.
She looked sad at my response, but she knew I was right.
"Next time you wake me up by stroking my cock like that we are definitely having sex though!" I said.
"Fine with me!" she said with a giggle, stroking my cock more vigorously until streams of hot sticky cum shot out of the end onto my chest. "Mmmmmmm, nice!" she purred as she scooped some up with two fingers and licked it off, before sucking the two fingers into her mouth.
I cleaned up and dressed, and quickly drove home to shower and change, before returning to give her a lift to work.
Over the next few weeks we spent more nights together, and her morning playing to wake me up led to a few quickies before work too. It would be fair to say that our sex life was fantastic!
Arriving at work together more often inevitably led to more comments from the guys in the office, speculating on whether we were seeing each other. One guy was convinced we were probably the second couple to make use of the meeting room table -- a former employee with quite a reputation for the ladies had apparently brought one woman he dated briefly to the office late one night and had sex with her on the table. Alas, although we were reasonably adventurous with where we would have sex, we never did it in the office.
Our relationship being out in the open in many ways was a relief, but there were also some complications. Unfortunately, it didn't take long to come down from the initial high of the excitement of a new relationship, with arguments creeping in more and more often. Most of the arguments came from her continued friendship with her ex-boyfriend John, for whom she would sometimes cancel our plans to go and help when he needed assistance with something. In hindsight I could perhaps have been more understanding at times, but I felt I was right to be warning her of what appeared to be his attempts to manipulate and control her, and ultimately win her back. Some may say it was karma for me taking her from him in the first place, but the fact that the guy who had treated her so badly still had such a hold over her despite how much better I always treated her and cared for her really hurt, and my frustrations led to us arguing frequently.
The problem with these arguments was that they would continue into the office the next morning and being such a small company everyone would detect the frosty atmosphere between the two of us.
