She and I worked together, and we both were smart enough to know that relationships between coworkers led to nothing but problems. Oh, and we cannot overlook the fact that I just happened to be married. She too was also in a long-term, monogamous relationship. For three years we worked together every night and ignored the attraction.
Ignoring the attraction, however, certainly didn't rule out a little friendly teasing. And she was a master of the art of teasing. She knew I wanted her, and I had convinced myself she wanted me, too. She caught me staring at her all the time. I'd play it off like I had something to ask her, but she knew. She found ways to rub up against me; she knew it made me melt. She'd wear a low cut shirt, occasionally with no bra, and bend over in front of me to give me a peek. Sometimes she'd get off an hour before me and disappear into the employee bathroom for a while. She'd shed her drab work clothes and slip into a shirt so tight her huge breasts spilled from around the neckline, and a tiny flared skirt. She'd arise from the bathroom and stand in front of me.
"Does this outfit make me look fat?"
Fat? Oh my god, it made her look incredible. I could feel myself about to explode. I wanted to throw her to the floor and bury my face in her sweet pussy. I just stared.
"Well?" She asked again.
"I, um, no. You look delicious. I mean delightful. You look great."
She giggled. I could feel my face turning bright red. I gripped the arms of my chair as if riding a rollercoaster when she bent over to pick up her purse. My eyes widened as she gave me a quick glimpse of her black studded thong. I nearly came just looking.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she replied, winking at me. Then, she scampered out the door, leaving me hungry for more.
Every night after working with her, I'd speed home to my spouse, horny as hell, and fuck his brains out. He knew how bad I wanted her. In fact, he wanted her too. He teased me, but loved how hot she got me. He joked she warmed me up on cold nights for him.
One night after working with her, he was really fucking me hard, so hard my head was banging up against the headboard. The phone rang in the heat of things. Usually, I ignore it, but for some reason, I told him to hold that thought for a second. I grabbed the phone, pressed the talk button, and breathed, "Hello?"
There was a hesitation. "Hello?" I repeated again. I was just about to hang up when I heard a familiar voice.
"Annie?"
"Yeah, it's me," I replied, a little winded.
"Oh, uh, it sounds like you're a little busy," she giggled. "I'll let you go."
"No, no, it's okay. Is this Erika?"
"Yes, I know I've never called you at home. It's just that Jack is out of town, and I was kind of lonely. I'm not used to being here all by myself at night. But it sounds like you are busy, so I can just talk to you tomorrow at work."
"No, really, it's good to hear your voice. Um, could you hang on for just a sec?" I covered the receiver of the phone. I told my husband who it was and asked if he'd continue, just a bit easier and quieter.
With his face buried deep in my pussy, I somehow managed to very calmly respond, "So, what's going on?"
"What are you doing right now?" She inquired.
"Nothing really," I blurted. "Just watching some television."
"It's awfully quiet for the tv, and I can hear you breathing. Where are your hands?"
"On the phone," I quickly responded.
"And hubby?"
