She felt it the first time they met. Some sort of a connection, a bond. She couldn't qualify why, but it was there. When she started working with him, it got worse, or should that be better? But it was insane. She was happily married with a teenage son, and he was married himself with a baby girl.
But still she couldn't deny the feelings she got when she saw him. He made her wet. As they worked together for a few weeks, she got to know him better, and they did have a lot in common. They began flirting. Mildly, innocently at first, but then she began to hug him each morning when she saw him, and those brief touches were electric.
"This is nuts!" she thought. "My husband works here too!"
But she couldn't help herself. She didn't want to leave her husband, but she
wanted
this other man. She didn't want to cause two households grief, but she
ached
for this other man. She began fantasizing about him while making love to her husband. She imagined it was his big cock pounding her from behind and she started having some very intense orgasms. She wanted to think it was his rough hands on her shoulders as her husband slammed her pussy raw. She didn't know what to do. Most days now were filled with a bizarre sexual tension she couldn't qualify. She couldn't tell anyone how she felt, but she thought she'd burst soon.
People at work began noticing what was going on, and pitied the poor husband.
"She's new here, where he's worked for years, and she's making a fool of him." They gossiped. "How could she do this?"
She knew what they were saying, and could see her husband was becoming uncomfortable too. She was lost in lust, it wasn't emotional, she wasn't in love with this other guy, she
loved
her husband, and deep down, knew she was hurting him badly, but couldn't stop the insane ride she was on.
One night, her husband told her he was going out for a drink, and wanted to possess her body when he returned. Their son was away on a sleepover, and they could be as uninhibited as they liked. She was trembling all evening until she went to get ready for bed. She showered, and as she lathered herself up, she imagined it was the hands of
him
, not her husband, rubbing soap into her pussy. She began fingering herself over this indulgent little fantasy, and almost slipped and fell when she came. Instead, she lay down and let the spray of the shower head bang on her clit. She began pulling and twisting her nipples until another moan escaped her lips and she shuddered as she came again and again under the needle like spray.
She put on a sexy teddy, and some thigh high tights. She wanted to look special for her husband, but she would be thinking about
him
when they fucked. She lay in bed and slowly drifted to slumber where she had dreams of cocks. All shapes and sizes, at her beck and call. Hers to control. One in her pussy. One in her asshole. One in her mouth. One between her big tits.
