I work at a retail hardware store just down the street from where I live with my husband. I've worked there for quite a few years so I was comfortable with the job and all that it entails.
As of late my husband and I have been exploring our sexuality and sending each other dirty pictures and texts throughout the day. We aren't permitted to use our cell phones on the sales floor so I often ducked into the back room to read or send a naughty message.
One summer day we were both in a randy mood, one upping each other with porno pics and filthy talk. He started to get me wet and really turned on. It was a busy day so it was going by rather quickly, which was good because I wanted to get home and fuck.
I was in the back room, checking my phone when I heard the chimes ring indicating that another customer had come into the store. Reluctantly I went out to greet them.
It turned out to be a good looking guy in his early thirties, with a neat trimmed blonde beard, blue eyes and he was dressed like a carpenter or a contractor or something. Not normally the kind of guy I find attractive but today I thought he was alright on the eyes.
After welcoming him to the store and helping him find the products he wanted, I took him up to the register to ring his purchases through.
We flirted a bit, nothing serious, just that usual customer taking liberties as I try to remain professional thing.
He had bought quite a few items for some plumbing job, so I helped him carry them out to his truck.
"Thanks for the help." He said.
"No problem all, Sir. It's part of the job!" I smiled politely and I was about to head back inside but he stopped me and asked if I was single.
"Ahh no sorry I'm really married." I blushed.
"Really happily married? Because if you don't mind me saying I noticed you seem really turned on and he isn't here... Look I think you need a big hard cock between your legs." He said in a low voice as he intentionally stepped directly into my personal space.
"No. I don't ..." I said feebly, not even able to sound convincing to myself as I took an involuntary step backward.
I was caught off-guard and apparently I was completely unaware of my surroundings. I stepped backward and stumbled straight into his truck's lowered tailgate.
"Oh no? Of course you aren't..." He reached up and tweaked my hard nipple through my shirt and bra.
"That wouldn't be very professional, would it?" He moved against me pushing me up so I was sitting on his tailgate with him standing between my knees.
I suddenly wished that I had put on pants this morning instead of wearing this skirt. The hot metal of the truck's tailgate burned on the back of my bare knees.
"When do you get your lunch break?" He asked.
"No no really, I can't, I'm married. Thank you so much for the kind compliment but I have to get back to..." Words came out of my mouth but it was as if someone else was saying them.
He didn't move to let me go, instead his hand went up my skirt and he rubbed my crotch through my panties. Sexually charged sparks of electricity shot from my clit, through my stomach, up into the back of my skull. I literally swooned from the sensation.
"You sure are hot and wet for a married lady at work? Are you sure I can't find you somewhere alone today?"
Just at that moment some other customers came out of the store and into the parking lot. He quickly stepped back to finally give me some space.
"No... I won't be alone. You shouldn't... that's so wrong." I tried to sound indignant as I slid out of his control and I scurried back into the store.
"Who's the hottie?" My co-worker, questioned as I returned.
"Oh I don't know him. Just some overly flirty contractor. I sold him some shit. He asked me out, I told him I'm married. That's it."
"He seemed into you, I saw him scoping your ass while you were getting something off the top shelf for him." She reported.
I was a bit flustered for a few minutes then my confidence began soar and I found myself enjoying a bit of new male attention. It was nice to be pursued, to be noticed, to be desired. It's not that my husband wasn't attentive, it was more that a good looking, young stranger wanted me. I entertained the idea of looking up his construction company's phone number and giving him a call, but I didn't even know his name. His sales slip only had a numbered company to identify him.
That night I fucked my husband with the thought of that customer's hand on my cunt. I must've cum five or six times just imagining that my husband's cock was someone else's. To me it was just harmless fun, no one other than me, had to know about this. I was just spicing it up for myself, a little bit.
The following week at work, I was sweeping up some broken glass from a clock someone knocked off the shelf, when who but Mr. Blue Eyes should walk back into the store.
He smiled as soon as he saw the me.
"Hey there Marlene!" He said.
My knees suddenly felt weak and my mouth went dry. How the hell did he know my name? We don't wear name tags! Somehow I managed to get out a polite hello and a smile for him.
He walked straight toward me and towered over me as I swept the last of the glass into a dustpan.
"What's wrong beautiful? You don't look very happy to see me? I've thought a lot about you since last week. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better. Wanna go out tonite?" He said in a firm quiet voice.
I looked up at him. His crotch was right at my eye level and I couldn't help glancing at his bulge.
"I told you I'm married!" I hissed at him.
"Your mouth keeps saying that but the rest of you is saying something... very different to me."
This comment made me slightly angry. I stood up and looked him directly in the eye. "Listen I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression but I'm not interested in you."
"Ok ok, maybe I'm wrong. Sorry if I misread you but I think you are making a big mistake..." He said aloud but then leaned in and whispered near my ear, "I've got a huge cock."
"I don't care what you have!" I said really loudly.
Picking up on the disturbance, my boss seemed to suddenly materialize and asked if everything was alright. I lied and said everything was fine.
"I told her that one of the faucet sets I bought here got installed last week. It isn't working and I was wondering if I could borrow someone to come and check it out for me?" The customer lied.
Thinking quickly I added that he would have to bring the product back to the store so we could check it.
"It is already installed though. It would really save me some time if I could just take someone down the street to give it a look." He persisted.
"I have a guy that does installations for us, I'll ask him if he can stop by later this afternoon if that works for you?" My boss offered.
"Not perfect but I'll make it work." As he accepted the offer, he looked directly at me.
My boss wrote his worksite address and a cell number on the notepad by the register. The customer made sure to mention loudly enough for me to overhear, that he should be there all day, maybe they'll be working late tonight.
He then wandered around the store for a few more minutes. Pretending to be interested in something he called me over under the guise of a product question. I ignored him until I saw my boss give me a questioning look.
"Hey Marlene. Do you have these taps in a brushed aluminum finish?" He asked from the plumbing isle.
I went over to see which product he was referring to, but quickly realized it was just another ploy to get me away from the register.
He slid his hand to the small of my back and forcefully directed me to the back of the store, waving at a large display of plumbing fixtures he had been feigning interest in.
"What are you doing?" I angrily whispered.
"Relax, I just want some information." He assured me.
He continued to talk loudly about the general requirements of plumbing fixtures he was going to require for the next few jobs, all the while steering me out of sight of the other employees and customers.
