FACT: Every wife who has been married for over 5 years has cheated on her husband- if not in real life, then in her fantasies. Whether she was a virgin when you met her, or a harlot, she has sometimes wished she could be taken by another guy other than you!
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I returned to my office after break that afternoon, thinking about my sex life. I had seen so many gorgeous ladies wink at me today. I was handsome, I dressed well, and you could mistake me for an actor whose face you were trying to recognize from a movie. Even the females at the company flirted with me a lot. I had all this attention coming my way, but I didn't take them further. I was determined to remain faithful to my wife of four years, whom I had met in the university. Sure we made love in my bunk bed while in college, but she was never open to any of the ideas that I had, to spice up our sex life. She always did it in the missionary position, and would immediately call it off if I started the dirty talk. I thought things would change after marriage, but hell no! She would never call it a dick or a pussy. To her, penises should always be referred to as "manhood," while vaginas called, "womanhood." The one time I tried to trick her into sitting for a soft porn movie, she picked a fight with me, and wouldn't talk to me for a couple of months, before our families intervened and we got back together again. As of recent, we slept in separate bedrooms and the last time I saw her cunt was eight months ago. I was not a wimp of a husband, but I always acted gentlemanly, realising since I was a teenager than females give you more of their heart when you treat them with honor and respect their feelings. These past months, I've been trying to get my own wife to at least respond when I try to hug her. The temporary relief I have devised for myself, is to jerk off in the office bathroom. I do it every afternoon before the other workers came back from the lunch break. Today, however was a different story altogether.
I was about to go in there when the asshole called my boss, came out of his office and handed me some files for collation. Shit! I still had ten minutes before my break was up. By then, the floor would be buzzing with people who won't mind their own business, so I had to take care of mine first. I really needed to blow my wad and reduce my pent up sex hormones, now! I threw the files into my desk drawer, grabbed a carefully concealed porn magazine, and headed straight for the bathroom, destination - central cubicle.
FACT: People who use public bathrooms often assume that the last cubicle at the end, is the least used one. So they think it is the cleanest, and other users are less likely to disturb them when they go in there. The opposite is entirely the case, because everyone is thinking like you too. Everyone rushes to the ending cubicle, so it often has the most germs, and it's door is the one most frequently knocked upon.
I was just about to start pumping, when I heard people come in, talking.
"Is he at his desk?" The first one, a male voice asked.
The reply came from the unmistakeable voice of my boss. "Yeah, I handed the ignorant wimp some files to keep him occupied."
"So, what's happening tomorrow morning?" The first voice inquired.
"Same place as last week, 10 in the morning. And guess what the guy who booked that room next to us told me today, when I went to confirm our own reservation for tomorrow? He said last week when we left the whore in the room, he had gone into the adjoining bathroom to take a piss and had found ours unlocked. Said she was still on the bed, spent and half drunk. Since the lights were turned off, she thought he was also one of the party who had come back for more, so he utilised her reception in sloppy ways."
They both laughed.
