This story is a collaboration between myself and the_lovebunny. Just want to thank her for her support and her words...Thanks angel
I know he is cheating on me, I just know it. I see the way he looks at other women. They way he fawns all over my friends, I am sure he has probably fucked half of them. Well that’s it. I am going to show him, two can play at that game.
I work in a small office and there is a handsome, West Indian computer tech named Sebastian. He is slightly younger than me and he is extra fine. All the women in the office swoon when he comes by. However, since he first started working there it’s me that he showers with extra attention. A smile here, a wink there, all done in passing but something I looked forward to everyday. One day I saw him in the cafeteria, (I usually eat lunch at my desk) and he was walking to another table when he noticed me.
"What’s a sexy gurl like you doin, sittin by herself?"
My heart almost stopped. He said it in such an alluring way with his Caribbean lilt and his big bright smile that it made me wet on the spot. I mumbled something, blushing from the compliment as he sat across from me. He must've thought I was shy and carried the conversation. I was really sitting there wishing I could be his soup spoon. He went on and on about how this position was just a stop for him and how he was opening his own business and so on. I just nodded in assent to most of what he was saying because I was mesmerized by his broad shoulders and sexy chest. He was so damn good looking. He must've thought he was boring me because he abruptly changed the subject.
"You’re married, right?"
"Yes, several years now."
"So, you happy?"
I hesitated not knowing what to say, normally if asked I would say 'Oh everything is fine', but things weren't fine and I didn't know what to say.
"I suppose so...," my voice trailing off, my eyes averted, trying not to make contact with his gorgeous eyes.
"Well let me tell you, your man is crazy if he is not taking care of a fine, sexy lady such as yourself. I know I would treat a woman like you as my queen," he then grabbed my hand and kissed my palm.
I melted right there. From that day on, we always had lunch together. He tried to push things along but I gently rebuffed him. He completely understood of my situation, which only made him more attractive.
At home things got worse as my husband paid less and less attention to me. Though we fucked on occasion, it wasn't the same. I personally, felt like some chore he crossed off his to do list. Plus there is no way he has that much "overtime". Overtime is always a euphemism for 'extra pussy'. The last time he fulfilled his husbandly duties, I could not stop wondering where he had been and who he'd been there with. I thought of all the women he was probably sleeping with. I wondered if he did all the things with them he insisted he was too tired to do with me. I felt secondhand. Like he was touching me with hands that had touched another. I felt dirty. As soon as he was finished I ran to the shower to wash the stink from his slutty whores.
As I stood in the shower crying, I decided that what is good for the goose is fair play for the gander. I decided to take Sebastian up on his offer to treat me like a queen.
My husband was going out of town for a business meeting and would be away for a day. So I invited Sebastian to my home and prepared dinner for him. We sat in front of a fire and I let the evening take me away.
We sat on the couch, the fire being the only light in the room. Sebastian had his arm around me and we sat looking into flickering flames listening to jazz. I was so nervous. I had never done anything like this before. Cheating always felt like well, cheating. But being there with Sebastian was my husband’s fault. I relaxed and let myself enjoy this wonderful young man and the attention I deserved. With the fire and the music, I was soon so wet I thought I would drown.
Sebastian looked over at me and leaned in for a kiss.
"Oh Sebastian" I whispered just before his lips touched mine. Then out of nowhere his tongue was all over the place. He was licking my lips, cheeks, my nose, everywhere but my tongue. I tried to grab his face to direct him towards my mouth but he wasn't following so he kept licking as he drenched my face with his spit.
When he finally stopped I didn't know what to do, I was used to long passionate kisses with my husband, our tongues entwined in a gentle way that foretold the way our bodies would later wrap themselves together and mesh as one. Not the tongue bath that I'd just received. If his kisses were a true indication, this was looking bad. Then I thought, he could have a good-sized dick and I can always get on top. So I let him stay.
"Hey sexy Lady, I got sum'ting fi ya." his accent getting thicker by the moment. He unloosed his belt and pulled out his dick.
"Gurl, tis is wha cha been wantin."
Then he began to stroke his dick which was definitely not impressive. My husband was so much bigger. Sebastian paled in comparison in so many ways as I began to see him in a different light.
