| Straight: Infidelity: The Work Party |
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I always dreamt of having him. I knew he was taken – I was taken. Somehow I always assumed it wouldn't ever happen. I knew that my chances were so slim they were almost non-existent. I knew all of this, but still pursued him. I knew what it could to do my marvellous relationship, but still made an effort. I loved the way he looked at me; I could feel his eyes trickling over my body, his desire meeting his uncertainty, forming such a lustrous gaze in his eyes. I knew he wanted it and I loved it, so I made sure I got that attention. I’d dress sexy for barbeques or parties. If I knew he was coming over I’d pretty myself up and smile at him longingly when he arrived. He must’ve known; he had to have known. Girls don’t gush if they don’t mean it... At least not this girl. My boyfriend came home from work on Friday with a huge smile on his face; I was confused as to what he might be smiling so brightly about, when he told me that there was a work barbeque that night. He got into the shower and I started thinking... What would I wear? How would I do my hair? I’m the type of person who likes everything to match up, from my head to my toes, and for this reason, I always get dressed first. So after spending time picking an outfit, I got dressed and hurriedly put my hair in different styles to see what would go best. Finally, I was ready, aimed to fire and dressed to please. We arrived a little late, and it was dark now, but I could see in the backyard that there was a huge fire. With a smile, I jumped out of my boyfriend’s truck and adjusted myself. My boyfriend came to my side and took me by the hand, and together we walked into the backyard, where the party was well on its way. I’d been told many times that I am “super-hot”, “smoking-hot”, “gorgeous” and other similar titles, by my boyfriend’s co-workers, his friends and his boss. It made me feel good, not to mention just knowing that I truly was the best looking of all the “girlfriends”. My boyfriend is a roofer; he works with dirty old men and dirty young men. He likes it that way, and I suppose I like it too. At almost every work party, my boyfriend immediately goes straight to his boss, chats him up and I follow. I watched his boss look at me. His eyes lingered over my body and he smiled. He asked Conor to roll a joint and Conor agreed, so he went back to the truck and I followed, delighted by what I’d seen. I think I managed to please him tonight. So we were sitting in the truck, and this time I was on the driver’s side. Conor liked to roll on the passenger side – it gave him more room. I was flaunting myself in front of him, keeping him distracted from the task at hand, when the door on my side opened. “Nicholyn, are you gonna let him roll that joint or what?” It was his boss. I blushed a little and sank into my seat. They talked and laughed about the people who were at the party, and then suddenly he turned to me. “So how’s Nicholyn doing?” I could feel it again: his eyes all over me. I loved it. I sat up and smiled, replying, “She’s good.” “Well that’s good. You are planning on having a good time tonight?” he asked. “Of course, are you?” “Yeah she might even get stoned!” Conor grinned. “Oh yeah, you don’t smoke weed anymore.” His boss nodded. Before long we were back outside and I was indeed smoking a little weed. I don’t drink, so it’s kind of like my liquid courage. While giggling with a random person, I turned around to realize Conor was gone. I turned back around to face the girl, but she was gone... What the hell? Looking around nervously, not knowing many people at all, I saw that Conor’s boss was within three feet of me. I slowly inched towards him and he welcomed me by putting his arm around my shoulder and dragging me into the conversation he was having. He introduced me to the man whom he was speaking with, and now I felt a little more comfortable, especially because his arm hadn’t left my shoulders. The man walked away and the two of us stood there, me being a little wary of what was happening, but him, drunk as ever. He started making his way around the yard, muttering things to me about Conor, how glad he was that he was working for him and so on. Then he turned to me and looked into my eyes. “But Conor is lucky to have you,” he slurred. “Anyone would die to have a girl like you... Even if it was only for a night.” When he said this, I blushed, unsure of how to reply or even how to take what he was saying. I could tell by his eyes what he meant, but if he was certain, then, wow... I had no idea how to react to that. I gathered up my courage... “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well Nicholyn, I’m drunk. I don’t need to hide things from you. I want you. I love the fact that you come around... because of Conor. I like to look at you... fuck... I love looking at you. Sometimes I think about you but I know it’s bad.” “Not bad...” I blushed. This wasn’t quite what I expected, where was he trying to take this? He put his hand on my hip, as I nervously looked around for signs of Conor, or his wife. “You don’t think it’s bad that I want you? You’re my employee’s wife... girl... whatever,” he mumbled. “I just don’t think now is the time to talk about this. What if Conor or Marie sees?” I asked, still studying our surroundings. “They won’t. Conor is off getting more food and ice. Marie left an hour ago.” He grinned. He took me by the hand and led me inside; I followed, feeling a strange twinge in my pants that was beginning to signify what I was expecting. We came to a closed door and he looked deeply into my eyes. “I can see the way you look at me, Nicholyn... I know you want this as much as I do.” I didn’t say anything; instead I charged forward, grabbed his waist and kissed him. I felt him blindly searching for the doorknob. When he found it, he fell backwards into the room. It didn’t take away from the heat of the moment; I was on top of him now, on the floor, kissing him profoundly. He reached around and grabbed my ass, and with a soft sigh, squeezed it. I could tell he was excited and I knew I was. I kept kissing him as he started pulling my shorts down, while I began to unbuckle his belt. My shorts were off and my ass was bare – he was interested in nothing but. He took hold of it in his strong hands and pulled me up higher onto him. I started biting his ear and licking his neck as he let out low moans of delight. He grazed his fingers over my now soaking-wet region, smiling as he did so, making me become more wet. I could feel him through his pants and proceeded to remove them entirely. He got up and stood before me. I tore off his shirt, exposing his chest to me, as he did the same. My breasts were vivacious and longed for his touch. As he cupped them in his hands and turned his thumbs over my nipples, I let out a soft sigh and moved closer to him. He pulled me in, leading me to the bed that had been waiting for us. I laid him down on the bed, but remained standing. With a confused look on his face he reached out for me to join him but I ignored his gesture. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, tracing my fingers over my collarbone. “Yes I am sure,” he responded, biting his lower lip. “Then you’re going to have to suffer a little bit.” I grinned, turning around. I shook my ass a little and watched his reaction; I bent down and touched my toes, still watching. “My wife never does this,” he said, in awe. “You don’t know what you’ve been missing.” I winked. I got on my knees and pulled down his boxers. I left them hanging around his ankles and grabbed onto his erection. He watched with anticipation as I slowly lowered my head down and let my tongue escape my lips. At first, I let my tongue gently tease the head, slowly flicking it here and there, making him squirm eagerly. I watched him carefully, noting each movement... this is what he liked, this is what he didn’t like... Then I suddenly let my warm mouth bathe all over his penis, taking the full length of it into my throat. He groaned deeply, touching the back of my head with his hands. “This is... wow... this is unbelievable!” he murmured, closing his eyes, and I pulled my mouth up to the tip again. I didn’t stop, only lingered there for a minute or so, then once again took the full length of his hard-on into my mouth. He groaned louder this time, making me feel exceptionally proud of what I was doing. He then pulled my head up and looked into my eyes, saying, “I have to have you, Nicholyn.” I shook my head and continued to suck him, humming every so often to heighten the pleasure. Then I stopped and looked him in the eyes this time. “You want me?” I asked, to which he nodded. I climbed up on top of him and kissed him. He grabbed my ass and ran his hands down to my pussy, then proceeded to finger me, as though to compensate for my work. I was naked, he was naked; the only thing that stood between us was hesitation. Hesitation from what we knew we were wrong in doing, but at the same time, knew must be done. Hesitation in the sense that deep down, we knew it was right, but could be overlooked as wrong. Who said you shouldn’t go with your gut feelings? I continued to kiss him as he moved his hand up my back; I was so wet, I knew he could feel it as I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach. I began kissing his neck, biting it every so often; then I moved onto his ear and nibbled it softly. In one quick movement he hoisted me into the air and replaced my hips at the head of his cock. I smiled excitedly, letting him know with my eyes what had to be done next. In an instant he was attempting entry. It wasn’t easy – he had a big dick and I was so tight. He pushed once, moaned and then tried again. “You’re so tight.” He grinned. “Don’t stop, we need to hurry,” I whispered. He nodded and grabbed my hips; then he began to lower me onto his cock again. This time was easier, I was so wet and becoming more so with every passing second. In one swift movement he was inside of me, and I cried out as he reached deeper in. I looked into his eyes as he started thrusting heavily, penetrating me deeper than I thought possible in this position. I enjoyed it for a few minutes, then pushed his hands down and leaned in to kiss him. I then began to ride him, knowing that I could do better. It was already amazing, but I knew once I started, I would not be able to stop until I came. So I proceeded... I was riding him with such a craving, such a desire, unknown to me. I knew it was wrong, but I felt so right. I felt like it was necessary, I felt like I had to do this. This feeling made my orgasm erupt within me with a force so mysterious. I was coming so fast and hard, I was screaming so loud, I screamed for him to keep fucking me. I grabbed my tits and played with them, watching to see his response, taking notice of the fact that he loved it. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me, and I begged him for more. He threw me off him and positioned me on my hands and knees. He slapped his cock against my ass and then thrust so far into me I thought I might faint. He fucked me from behind and it was so amazing. I was moaning so loudly I was sure someone would hear, so I stuffed my face into one of the pillows on the bed. In a moment’s time, I felt another orgasm hit me, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I felt his cock twitch as he unloaded inside of me, thrusting every few seconds and gasping with each one. He then lay down on my back and I collapsed under him. He kissed my back and rolled over. “That was amazing,” he breathed, looking into my eyes. “I agree,” I nodded, still panting. “Conor is some lucky man. He deserves a raise.” He grinned. “We should get dressed; he is probably here by now,” I said. We got dressed and returned to the party. As we walked out of the house, Conor was coming up the driveway with a box of groceries. “Where were you two?” he asked, with a grin. “I was just showing her where the bathroom was,” his boss replied. “Spending time with my girlfriend eh?” Conor chuckled, as he kissed me. “You know it buddy,” he responded, with a smile. It seemed as though nothing had happened. I planned on keeping it that way. Maybe we could do it again some time. |
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