I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me.
My story.
I was married to a general contractor named Jim. My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town. A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty.
He was cute, funny, social and he liked to flirt. I did too but I always kept it mild, or so I thought. This light flirting got to be a game between the two of us. I realized later that the game got more brazen with time. I may have sent the wrong message, especially one day. As I was coming out of my office. Marty stopped to talk to me about something to do with work. As we were talking. He got close to me and rubbed one of my breasts with his hand. I merely backed away telling him to be careful. I was married and someone might see us. I should have been a lot more forceful.
I should have kept away from him after that. Across the street from our offices, there is a small cafe. The gang would stop there on Fridays for a few drinks before going home. A few time I had to remove his hand from my thigh when he happened to be sitting next to me. Again, I realized later that my doing that gently, was probably sending the message that I was available. I always did this with a smile, telling him to be a good boy.
To this day, I am sure that I did not want to fuck him. His attention did please my ego and I liked the feeling of a nice looking man flirting with me.
The downfall.
This particular Friday, there was a reception at my firm. One of the department heads was retiring. The reception was in the main meeting room. There was a three pieces band and a bar installed in a corner..
Unknown to me at the time, my flirting with Marty had spawned rumours. Those rumours far surpassed reality. Someone had given Jim a heads-up. Adding to it to the extent of strongly hinting that I was making out with Marty.
After a few dances with both Jim and Marty and one with the big boss to be polite. I needed to go to the lady's room. I had a few drinks by then. Perhaps one too many.
As I was coming out of the washroom, Marty was waiting in the hall. He took me in his arms and kissed me while caressing my tits with one hand. My breasts are very sensitive, more so when I have had a few drinks. He pushed me toward one of the office. I remember resisting but his caressing and massaging my breast was having its effect. I did not resist very strongly.
By the time he got me in the office, he had my breasts out and sucking my nipples. I was getting aroused. The rest is like a bad dream.
.
"Marty we can't do this, we are both married."
This is the extent of my resistance as I remember.
"It will only take fifteen minutes for a quickie Harriet. No one will even notice we are gone."
I don't quite know how. The next thing I remember, we were both naked. I was on my back on a sofa in a corner of the office. I remember saying.
"Please Marty no."
But it was too late he had mounted me and begun to penetrate me. I lost all control as my lust took over. I wrapped my legs and arms around him to pull him in deeper. Something was telling me to push him off and get the hell out of there. I didn't have the willpower to do that.
Everything was like a bad dream and in slow motion. I wanted to stop this, but my body had a mind of its own. I remember to my shame that my hips were moving to meet his thrusts.
The door flew open. From there everything is burned in my brain for the rest of my life. It was like a super slow motion movie.
Jim walked in.
"Harriet I refused to believe the rumours, but I see they were right."
As he came towards the sofa. I could only keep repeating.
"Oh God , oh dear God.".
Marty got off me and turned to face Jim, maybe he thought he would intimidate him. He was bigger and taller than Jim. I don't know what his idea was. Jim had been a member of the boxing team in college. He was well rated in the golden gloves competitions. He had won then one year.
All I heard was a (crunch) and I saw Marty's knees slowly buckle as he crumbled to the floor.
"Please Jim it's not."
"Shut the fuck up! I am not interested in your lies or excuses you cheating bitch. I was told about your fucking him a little while ago. Now I have proof."
He took my left wrist and removed my rings from my finger, The symbolism of that act woke and sobered me up completely.
"Please Jim not that. I beg you."
"Shut up whore! Now you can both go to hell and fuck each other as much as you like."
On the way out, he picked-up our clothes. Turned to look at me.
"Don't bother coming home tonight. I'll be out of the house tomorrow. I'll give you a week to be out with your shit. Just make sure you don't let him come and fuck you in my house."
Marty started to move and get up.
"If you know what's good for you prick, you'll stay down." Marty did as told. Jim left with our clothes.
"What the hell did he hit me with Harriet"
"His fist, he used to be on the college boxing team."
We were both sober and cooled off by now.
"God Harriet I am sorry, What do we do without clothes?"
We did not wonder long. His wife came in the office and threw his clothes at his head. Looking at me.
"So this is the whore you have been fucking. I'll be a Mom's with the kids. My lawyer will deal with you later."
With that she left. My sister was behind her. She threw my clothes on the sofa next to me
"Harriet, you are a bitch doing that to Jim. We had been told about you two. Jim refused to believe the rumours, now he knows the truth. He has a whore for a wife."
"Please Diane I am not a whore. This was a mistake. This just happened it is not an affair."
"According to your co-workers. You two have been fucking for quite a while and on top of that not hiding it. To the contrary, you two were flirting in front of everyone."
Only then did I realized how brazen our flirting game had become and how Marty had gotten the wrong signals from me. The full realization of my actions hit me full force. I crumbled and started to bawl. My sister took some pity on me.
"You don't deserved any sympathy, but for tonight you can crash in my spare room."
I spent the night crying. The next morning I called a cab early and went home. Jim was still there packing.
"You could at least have waited until I left before coming. Did you and your fuck friend have a good night?"
"He is not my fuck friend please Jim, last night was a big mistake. He took me by surprise. I did not fully realize what was happening until it was too late. I never let him fuck me before. I spent the night at Diane's."
"From what I was told you and him were flaunting it in front of everyone. Both at your office and at the cafe where your gang goes for after work drinks. To say nothing of the two of you mooching and rubbing against each other on the dance floor there."
"I admit to flirting with him but nothing else I swear to you. And I never mooched on the dance floor with him I only danced with him a couple of times. The mooching is lies and exaggeration. We have to take time to cool off and get over this."
"If you were just flirting with him. I don't believe that for a second. You had at least the hot for him. Forget about trying to make me swallow your bullshit and lies."
"I'll tell you something else To do what you two did last night. Given the situation in which you did it.Is proof to me that you two are quite hot over each other and are used to going for quickies."
He did not believe a word I had said. I was in a ball on the sofa and could do nothing but cry. He picked up the two suitcases he had not taken out to his car yet. He turned to look at me.
"Remember the warning I gave you last night, you have one week to be out of here. I better not hear that your fucker has been in this house, you want to fuck him. Go to a motel like all whores do."
With that he walked out and left. I fainted, the fact that he firmly believed that I was having an affair with Marty hurt a lot, so did his calling me a whore. I could only cling to the hope that after a few days he would consent to listen to me. Alas this was not to be.
After such a scandal, everyone at the party was aware of what went on, with Jim handing Marty's clothes to his wife. Telling her to go in the third office where she would find her husband fucking his wife. And handing my own clothes to my sister before leaving the place. There had to be consequences.
The following Monday, Marty and I were asked to find other challenges and hand in our resignation by the end of the day.
Marty came to me as we were leaving the building.
