Just a Iss

This happened a few years ago. My wife and I had been together for a little over 10 years, and things had gotten a little stale. Our communication was terrible, and her sex drive was much lower than mine.

I'd started working a new job in an office, with plenty of attractive women to look at and flirt with, and that's where the trouble really started. For the most part, the interactions were innocent enough, a smile or compliment here and there, but nothing more. At least until I met Darla.

Darla worked as one of the assistants to the higher-ups. I'd swing by her desk a few times a week, and we'd chat and talk about life and work. She was about 15 years my senior, but she didn't look it. Her long blond hair accentuated her blue eyes, and her frame reminded me of a skinny hourglass.

I tried to only stare when I knew she was looking at something else, but she caught me a time or two looking down her shirt. She would only smile and go back to what she was doing on these occasions, enjoying the fact that I was checking her out.

Knowing that I was good with computers, she'd asked me at one point if I could come over to her house and help her with some issues she'd been having, but I wasn't sure if that was a good idea. I had no intention of cheating on my wife, but I also wanted to get to know Darla a bit better outside of work.

We'd only been working together about a year and half when our company underwent some major restructuring. As part of this, Darla was let go and I was devastated. She'd been one of my favorite people to talk to, and spend time with, in the office.

Shortly after leaving, she sent me a message on social media, as we hadn't exchanged numbers prior, and asked me again to help her with her computer. She needed to get it working again so she could fill out resumes, and I decided that helping a friend get back on their feet was a good excuse to go over to her house.

The first few times I went over, we worked on getting her computer working. I was only able to go once a week for an hour or two, but we were getting along well and I didn't see any harm in spending more time over there even after we got her issues resolved.

We still flirted a bit, but she knew that I was off limits for anything more. We'd spend time watching football and just chatting, and I helped her with projects around the house and getting ready for job interviews. Sometimes we'd even share a glass of wine, opening up a bit more to each other about things like our love lives (mostly her troubles finding a good man).

One evening, after a couple glasses of wine, we stepped outside for some fresh air. We'd been working on converting some old tapes to a digital format, and we both needed a break. As we stood in her back yard, looking up at the stars in the cold night air, she said she was thinking about kissing me.

I brushed it off as the wine talking, and the conversation shifted, but I could feel some excitement bubbling up inside of me. My wife and I hadn't really had a very good sex life for a few months, and there was a mountain of pressure aching to be released.

An hour or so later, we found ourselves back inside and working once more on digitizing old VHS tapes. She was standing over my shoulder, looking down at the computer screen when she said again that she wanted to kiss me, asking if it would be cheating.

My lips moved faster than my brain, telling her that a kiss wasn't cheating, and before I knew what was happening our lips were locked together. For a few minutes, she continued standing next to me, but she somehow wound up sitting in a chair facing me before too long. As we continued to make out, I could feel her tongue pressing against mine, and my groin was swelling in my pants.

Her hands moved around my body, and I couldn't resist the urge to feel hers. I pressed my luck, moving one of my hands up her shirt, and heard a soft moan escape as I caressed her breasts. Going a little further, I moved my hand down her soft stomach, onto the crotch of her pants and started massaging her.

Somehow, we wound up standing in the middle of the kitchen, still going at it like teenagers. She'd been rubbing her hands up and down my body, but when they came to rest on my belt buckle, I knew something else was about to happen.

The belt I was wearing was difficult to say the least, and she struggled to unlatch it. After a couple of minutes, she pulled away and said that maybe what we were doing wasn't a good idea. Without thinking, I pulled the latch on the belt open and waited to see what she would do.

Smiling, she moved back over and started kissing me again, pulling the belt apart and unbuttoning my pants. I could feel my dick throbbing as she pulled the zipper down and reached her hands into my boxers.

There was so much precum that she could hardly keep ahold, and my dick slid out of her hands several times as she stroked up and down the shaft. I didn't think it could get any better, or that I could last much longer, but then she pulled away from my lips and went down to her knees.

Before I knew what was happening, her mouth was wrapped around my cock, and she was bobbing her head up and down. I knew what was about to happen, but my mind was too far gone to say anything. Within seconds, I could feel the cum exploding into her mouth.

I don't know how she did it, but she took every last drop. As it finally stopped flowing, she pulled away and smiled up at me. All I could do was smile back and lean against the counter behind me, spent.

We made out a little more that night, but I wound up going home not long after. It was one of the most intense times I'd had in a while, and it wouldn't be the last time we'd be together. But that story's for another time.