Dreams from the aftermath...
I ruined my perfect life, just so I could put my dick inside of her. She played the game like a charm. She got everything she wanted out of the situation, and left me with nothing. She got her man back, and everything is perfect for her now. All I get to do is watch, and pretend to be her friend still. She used me.
Sure she let me believe we had a chance after the fact. We fucked 4 times, each one more memorable than the previous. After the last time, she pretended she wanted to keep going. That there was a life with me. But she confessed to him. She regretted everything, apologized, and promised to give him everything he'd been asking for. And it worked. He took her back.
She tells me she still wants to be friends. I see her at work like nothing happened. She comes to talk to the analyst next to my office, and spends 20 minutes talking to him about work. But she continually glances at me, smiles at me, teasing me, torturing me, reminding me how much trouble she is.
The only healthy thing to do is to get over her. Forget about her. I'm quitting this job in the next 3 months anyways, I can be pleasant for that time. Out of sight, out of mind.
But then, why do I go to sleep every night thinking about the way she feels in my arms? Why do I envision her lips around my cock every time I start to drink? Why do I tell my closest friend how amazingly tight her pussy felt?
Every morning, I think about confronting her. She wants to parade herself so smugly in front of me, prancing about the fact that I ruined everything just to taste her pussy. I want to smack that smirk off her face. I want her to have to go home to her husband with the taste of my cock in her mouth. With my seed dripping from her pussy. With her asshole still gaping from my cock. I want her husband to see the look of shame on her face, and know it happened again. I want him to see the glimmer of fulfillment in her eyes. To realize that he will never satisfy her in the same way I have repeatedly.
But it's just a dream. I sulk back into reality. I climb into my shower. I lower my chin against my chest and feel the warmth of the water run through my hair down my shoulders and the rest of my body. I grab my throbbing cock in my left hand and stroke furiously and violently. I push the palm of my right hand against the tiled wall, and grunt towards my feet. "Fuck her."
As I reach orgasm, I continue to aggressively jerk my cock. I watch as I spray my cum down the drain, frustrated that it isn't dripping off that whore's face.
And I go on with my day, as if everything is hunky dory.
...
It is a Thursday afternoon. It is 2pm and I am working on a report for last week's results. And like all 3 days of this week, she shows up. Today, she decides to come first to my office.
"Hey, how's your day going?"
"Not bad. Keeping busy with paperwork. Here to see Stan?"
"Yea, thought I'd see if you wanted to take a snack break first. I brought homemade cookies."
"I need to get this done. But I'm sure Stan will keep you company."
"Alrighty. See ya."
She walks away. I turn my head just quick enough to watch her hips sway a little more dramatically than normal. She remembers my penchant for grabbing her ass, for spanking it a tad harder than how she likes it. She wants me to chase after her. Fuck.
As I continue to work on my report, I can hear her and Stan talking about their weekend plans. How she's planning to visit her husband's family out on the lake. I look over, and her ass is again poking out as she's bent over Stan's desk.
Ok, I need to focus on my work. Let's get this report finished.
About an hour later, I get up to use the restroom. On my way back, I notice her walking out of the break room. Her earlier visit is still fresh in my mind. For some stupid reason, I lose all my resolve. I end up being the one to initiate her.
