This is a 2-part completed story. Both parts were uploaded at the same time. Hopefully Literotica will post both parts without delay. Part 1 is the wife's story. Part 2 is the husband's story and where the action occurs.
Just a warning, this is a Burn the Bastard story, maybe not a typical BTB, you will need to read the story to find out.
Fifty Shades of Adultery
Jennifer's story
The continued sound of the heavy rain hitting my office window sent me into a trance. That morning I found myself reflecting on my wonderful life. I smiled thinking about my children, my loving husband Jason of twenty-one years, and the amazing life we led. Blessed would be an understatement. We lived in a beautiful home on 5 acres of property, we were able to send our kids to college, had our health, money, and freedom. And our marriage was strong, even after all these years.
My name is Jennifer or Jenn Bragg. In spite of all these blessings, my upcoming 40th birthday had me a little depressed. To me, it represented a milestone for the passing of my youth. My face now has wrinkles, my exquisite boobs were no longer perky, my skin was showing signs of aging, and I put on a few pounds. Who am I kidding, my large boobs were sagging, and twenty pounds is a lot of weight. I need to get back in shape. Even with all of this, Jason, my husband, loved my body and everything about me. He constantly told me how sexy I was, how much he loved me, and backed it up in bed. I really had no reason to doubt his feelings, but somehow, I felt as if I had let him down by not staying in shape as he had done.
Jason remained in amazing shape, muscular shoulders, strong hands, and great abs, due to all the exercise. He said going to the gym and staying in shape was just something that was drilled into him during his years in the Marines. He's still handsome as ever, and I get jealous when I see the other woman giving him looks or flirting with him while we're out. I realized my confidence was low and I needed to do something before it was too late.
Even with my insecurities I loved my life, my husband, and my children. I loved them with every ounce of my being, and I can't even explain how proud I am of them.
Between Jason and my kids, I had it all. So why am I doing this with Brian? What in the world made me get involved? Was it my stupid ego? Is it a midlife crisis, or am I just a cheating wife? I hate myself because I allowed the excitement to take control of my thoughts and actions.
It all started a few months ago when I saw a cute new guy in my office building. He had to be at least ten years younger than me and someone I could never see myself with. The first time I saw him on the elevator I caught myself staring into his ice blue eyes. With his blonde hair his eyes really stood out, which captured my attention.
He was big, I mean like 6 foot 5 inches, and with a muscular body to match. Brian just oozed sex, and I found myself feeling damp under my panties just thinking of him. That was my first encounter of many with Brian on the elevator. We seemed to arrive at work at the same time and rode the same elevator several times per week.
Each morning I found myself hoping to see him again as I drove to work. In fact, each morning I would fix my makeup, and check my outfit before getting out of the car, hoping to get lucky enough to ride with him again. It was stupid, I know, and I was acting like a schoolgirl, but I haven't been so turned on by a man other than my husband since I was married. It became a game, and I even brought my excitement home to Jason. Our sex life got better and I found myself initiating sex more often and having much better orgasms as I thought of Brian while Jason made love to me. I didn't see the warning signs and at my age there was no excuse.
For the first month Brian and I never spoke, and just shared the same space, which was all I wanted at the time. Yes, we smiled, and nodded hello after a while, but nothing else was going to happen. I knew nothing would happen, after all I was an older married woman, way out of his league. I'll admit it now, his smiles and acknowledgements made me feel better about myself. He made me feel a little desirable and at 40, this was definitely something a girl needs, trust me!
After I realized I'd be seeing him more often, I started wearing sexier clothes to work, shorter skirts, higher heels, and a little more makeup than usual. My wonderful husband, Jason, always complimented me on my looks and told me how much he loved me before we left for work each day. I was a lucky woman to have such a wonderful husband.
It was during the second month when things changed. On a Wednesday, a day before a holiday, most of the employees in the building took the day off for a long weekend. That day Brian and I rode up on the elevator alone, for the first time.
On the way up to my floor, Brian hit the stop button on the control panel, causing the elevator to abruptly stop its ascent and sounded the alarm. Without saying a word, he took me into his strong arms and gave me the most passionate kiss I can ever remember. I felt tiny against his strong body as I tilted my head to accept his kiss and roving tongue. It was beautiful, sexy, and I didn't want it to end. But just as fast as it started it was over. Without a word he broke the kiss, freed the elevator and a second later the door opened on my floor.
No words were spoken as I got off and looked back into those blue eyes. He had my heart, and I wanted him to take me right there and then. I looked at him in shock until the doors closed and he was gone. My panties were wet and I was horny as hell for the rest of the day.
That was the only time we ever had any type of connection. We still hadn't spoken and only shared that kiss, the one time. Over the next two weeks we rode up as usual as if nothing ever happened. In fact, it became so odd to me that I had to wonder if I imagined the event, or if it really happened.
About a month after that kiss, we were on the elevator again. Standing near the back, with 5 other people, he moved behind me, lifted my skirt, and slipped his fingers under my panties. I stood frozen in shock as I felt his powerful hands touching my pussy and ass. The electricity and instant wetness in my pussy told me it wasn't a dream. Once again, I got off at my floor without saying a word and I prayed nobody on our elevator saw what had just happened. These were the oddest and sexist moments I had ever experienced.
Brian left me hungry for more, but thank God nothing happened because the thought of my husband came crashing back into my head, and I remembered the wonderful lovemaking session we had the night before. I love Jason so much, my thoughts of him saved me from myself. I felt guilty for enjoying Brian's advances, and tried hard to be a faithful wife to Jason and push all thoughts of Brian out of my head.
However, these interactions with Brian were different. This wasn't love, only pure lust and desire that were taking over my thoughts. I found it hard to concentrate at my desk as I thought about Brian and how he made me feel so submissive. Somehow Brian took over a piece of my mind and was creating chaos with my thoughts.
Lust, not Love - I had no feelings for this man, but I continued to fantasize about him for the excitement. When I was near him, nothing else existed. There was a connection and a chemistry I had never felt before. The attraction between us was obvious and dangerous, both at the same time. I knew I had to stay faithful to my vows, but the temptation was too strong and I realized there could be trouble ahead.
