A note from Christina.
This is an unusual story. It needs time and space to be told so it will be in several parts. I am publishing the first two parts simultaneously and will gauge the response as to when and if further parts will be published. So your participation by sending comments and giving scores will be greatly appreciated.
Thanks
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Two co-workers fall hopelessly in love.
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It had taken me some time to work it out. To get my feelings and emotions sorted. To understand myself and realise what was happening.
It had started when I went back to work on the local newspaper as an advertising assistant, basically taking orders for ads over the phone. We shared a work station. We got on well. We started having lunch together, chatting after work, having a drink at the local pub and finding reasons to be with each other. We found that we had a lot in common, shared interests and common standards. As the weeks and months passed we became closer and spent even more time together. We joined the same gym, went shopping together at lunchtimes now and then and started having dinner about once every fortnight. That was the catalyst. Most of our association was job related, dinner wasn't. Most of our chat at work was about work, at dinner it was about us and our non-work lives. We found ourselves wanting to be with each other and when we couldn't we phoned, text or emailed. It was like a drug to both of us, we just could not get enough of each other. It was when I was on holiday that it hit home, that I realised and acknowledged it. I was falling in love. Being married that in itself was a problem, but as I had fallen for another woman that was multiplied a thousand times.
I had not had any sort of bisexual or lesbian experience in my life. As Sarah and I got to know each other better and as we confided in each other, so I found out that she hadn't either. We were just two ordinary, women in their early forties who had led, what nowadays is known as, vanilla sex lives. And we fall in love. There was nothing sexual about it not even in our minds, well not at first. But inevitably as our feelings for each other grew and blossomed into love so both of had lurid thoughts and so those lurid thoughts expressed themselves mainly when we masturbated, although I did not know that about Sarah until much later
However, at first I found it very difficult having sexual thoughts about her. Difficult because she is a woman and I had never harboured desires in that direction, but also exciting. At first my imagination focused on us kissing and holding each other, but as time went on so the focus changed. We undressed each other, we licked and kissed each other, we sucked each other's nipples and breasts and then went down on the other. As my fingers probed and stroked myself so, in my mind it was Sarah's stomach, clitoris and pussy lips I was touching and the fingers that were touching me in those places were hers not mine.
My marriage was in good shape. I loved Paul and had never been unfaithful to him. I had no desire for anyone else and so as my mind had me having sex with Sarah I felt ashamed of myself and guilty. Paul and my sex life were good. We made love three or four times a week and although we were not madly adventurous or creative I was as satisfied with it as he seemed to be. We never thought of swinging or partner swapping and neither of us had a yen to find out if the grass really was greener elsewhere.
Sarah was divorced. She told me that it had been a messy break up brought about largely by him having a couple of affairs although fortunately, him being a high earner, she and her son who was at uni. were financially ok.
"But in any case love," she had said resting her fingers on the back of my hand when she told me about it as we sat at the juice bar at the gym. "It was fucked in any case."
Paul and she also got to know and like each other. I persuaded Sarah to join our tennis club and she, being quite a good player became his partner in the mixed doubles table. Paul would occasionally join us at the gym and now and then Sarah would come to dinner or the three of us would eat out together.
So as Sarah and I spent more and more time together we became closer, far more so than I had with any other girlfriend and, in fact, also more so than I had with any man apart from, perhaps, Paul, but that was arguable, I realised.
Through playing tennis together and working out at the gym. We also became more 'touchy feely.' We would help each other with exercises perhaps holding the other's ankles as one did sit ups or linking arms as we stood back to back pulling against each other. Also after a tennis match there would be kisses on the cheeks and affectionate, though not necessarily with sexual undertones, caresses of the other's arm or hip. As we walked we would link arms and sometimes hold hands. Without thinking we would touch each, perhaps on the back of the hand or wrist and now and then one or the other would, almost unconsciously, slip an arm round the other's shoulders or waist.
Six or seven months into my relationship with Sarah, Paul and I had just had sex. I felt good, warm and mellow and sexually satisfied. He had given me two orgasms, one as we had kissed and I stroked his lovely cock as he fingered me and the other with him in me as we fucked. As usual he climaxed with lots of grunts and moans. It was a typical mid-week sex session for us. We had drunk quite a lot of wine at dinner so we had few inhibitions. As usual it was fairly, but not overly energetic with limited foreplay and a satisfying finish so that it was over in half hour or so, after all during the week we both had to get up reasonably early!
After we had both cum I lay in his arms. That was lovely. I was comfortable and relaxed and I felt loved. Nothing was further from my mind than having sex with Sarah for at that moment I felt very hetero and there was not a lesbian thought or feeling in me. I was surprised then when out of the blue Paul starting talking about Sarah and after a few minutes said.
"You see more of her than you do of me."
"Don't be silly," I replied pulling the duvet away from him and pointedly looking down at his cock that I was stroking. "I never see this much."
"No?"
"No of course not, don't be silly."
"Would you like to?" he shocked me by asking. Guiltily, for as he said that a vision of my full, breasted, dark haired friend filled my mind; she was naked I replied. "I'm not into that you know that."
"Into what?"
"Other women, nor men come to that."
"Men is different."
"How?"
"That would be unfaithful and we have both agreed we will never do that."
"So wouldn't another woman?"
"Actually," he replied as I felt a twinge in his cock. "I don't think it would be."
"Really?" I asked gripping his swelling cock probably a little too tightly.
"No not if I agreed to it?"
"How come?"
"Well it would be a bisexual lover wouldn't it?"
"So would that apply to you to?"
"Yes why not if you wanted to see me?"
"So you would want to see Sarah and me?"
"Yes love, yes I would."
"Do you fancy her then?"
"Not in the sense of wanting to have er, um clandestine sex with her, no."
"How than?"
"Well she is gorgeous looking and she has a fantastic figure, attributes you know that I love."
Feeling his cock growing I replied. "You mean she has big tits."
"Well that too of course," he said smiling as he cupped one of my B cup boobs. "But then you do as well."
"Not her size though are they?"
"No but you know I love your tits Chrissy."
"But you would love seeing hers too would you?"
"Yes of course I would, especially if you were touching them."
Hearing my husband saying all this as I held his cock got to me and I found myself getting aroused.
"Would you like me too?"
"Not if you didn't, but if you want to Chris I would like it yes."
That discussion stayed with me for the next few days. Each time I was with Sarah I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't pluck up the courage to admit to her that not only was I very fond, and maybe falling in love with her, but that also I was increasingly sexually attracted to her.
Then something else happened that eased the way for the conversation that 'could never happen.'
I was in the staff room at work where we could have tea or coffee or eat our lunch. It's an L shaped room and I was by myself around the corner as it were eating a yoghurt when a few of the young guys from telesales came in talking loudly and laughing. I couldn't tell how many there were, but I recognised the voices of a couple of them Dean and Gary. I was surprised to hear them saying things that were obviously about Sarah and me and the more they said the more mortified I became.
"Yeah the two older birds in advertising."
"What the blonde and big tits?"
"The blonde hasn't got big tits."
"No, I meant the mate."
"Oh, she has, but the blondes are alright and she's got a great arse."
"Yes in those tight trousers she wears it looks fucking awesome."
"Like to get my hands on it."
"No chance there mate."
"Why 'cos she's married."
"No because of big tits."
"They a number are they?"
"Too fucking right they are."
