My coworker, Sam, looked over my shoulder at a presentation on my computer, his hot breath awakening my arousal.
Was this the moment I had waited for?
His lips kissed my neck; my nipples hardened, sending pulses to my pussy as if communicating via an erotic Morse Code.
Melting against his body, I ached for his touch.
Why was he hesitating?
“Are you sure?” he finally asked.
I nodded. “I want your hands everywhere.”
He obliged me, ravishing every part of me there on my desk.
Understanding the assignment, he took advantage of another man’s wife, making our fantasy a reality.
But that was just the beginning.
After months of flirting and dancing around each other, Sam had finally made his move. And, oh, what a glorious move it was! It was not only the sexual attraction that made this titillating. It was also the fact that I was eight years his senior, qualifying me, according to him, as a MILF.
I giggled at the term. But it made me feel giddy inside to know that a younger man found me desirable and sexy.
After the first impromptu encounter in my classroom, I wondered if this was a one-time thing. We were both married and had to uphold our reputation as teachers. So, a full-fledged affair was out of the question. But my husband and I had an open relationship, leaving the realm of possibilities endless. I just needed to overcome my guilt that I had led a decent man to stray from his marriage vows.
“He was the one who initiated things,” my husband assured me. “He’s a grown man; he can make his own decisions.”
It was hard to fault that logic. So, the following Monday, I went to work early and found him checking papers at his desk in his classroom.
He looked up and smiled. “Hey, you’re here early.”
“Yep,” I said nervously. “I wanted to talk about what happened last week.”
Sam frowned. “You’re not sorry, I hope.”
“No, not at all.”
“Good. I’m not sorry, either. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. But with her health issues, it’s been a long damn time since I’ve had sex. And having it with you just felt right.”
“Now I feel even more guilty.”
“Don’t. I know I sound like a major asshole, but it’s tough to be married to the love of my life and not be able to have sex with her. I have been patient, but she needs to find another gynecologist. Her doctor has gotten nowhere in trying to find a solution to help Carole have intercourse without excruciating pain. It’s been three years, Kat. But she won’t even consider switching doctors; she trusts him. In the meantime, we don’t even cuddle anymore because she feels guilty that she doesn’t fulfill my needs.”
I nodded, feeling a myriad of emotions.
“I try to reassure her that I understand, but I’m frustrated that she won’t even consider a second opinion. So, if I had to step out on her, at least it was with you.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I didn’t just fuck some random woman to get my rocks off. I chose someone special to me.”
“I doubt Carole would find that very comforting,” I said wryly.
“No, she would not. But it helps me justify what I did in my head. And I tried to feel sorry about it, Kat, but I don’t regret what we did. You’re amazing and sexy, and you’re married.”
It was my turn to frown. “What does my being married have to do with anything?”
“I know you are happily married, and I trust you have no desire to break up my marriage. I know you won’t turn into some fatal attraction nutcase.”
I laughed at the reference and said, “Yes, Sam, you can trust me. But I’m wondering what you want to do about all the pent-up sexual feelings you let out of Pandora’s box by giving it to me good in my box.”
Sam chuckled. “I want to…”
I waited.
“I want you, Kat. And you want me, too. I don’t want what we did last week to be a one-time thing.”
I waited a moment to respond, trying to justify encouraging Sam to cheat on his wife. I should have walked out of his classroom and ended things right there.
But my traitorous pussy wanted more.
“As long as you promise me that if either one of us starts to feel guilty or uncomfortable, we’ll end things without screwing up our friendship.”
“I promise,” he answered without hesitation.
I looked at the clock on the wall; there was no time for any hanky-panky before other teachers would start arriving.
“I’ll come in early again tomorrow,” I said, turning to leave.
“Thanks, Kat. I look forward to it.”
When I got home from work, I texted my husband.
Not only does Sam not regret our little tryst last week, he wants more.
The response came back quickly.
That’s so hot. When?
Tomorrow morning. I’m going to work early so we can fool around before school.
Naughty girl! Not afraid of getting caught?
No one comes in that early besides Sam. He lives far from school and arrives early to miss the rush hour traffic.
Then I added, But the thrill of messing around in a forbidden location is fucking hot.
That’s my girl.
You’re okay with this, right?
If you could feel how hard my cock is right now, you’d have your answer.
That night, my hubby shaved my mound, so it was silky smooth. Typically, he would follow that up with some wicked oral sex. But he told me he thought I’d be less likely to chicken out with Sam if I was horny and needy. I didn’t protest; he wasn’t wrong.
Before we turned out the light, he said, “Do what feels good, baby. Just make sure I get every detail later.”
The following day, I chose my outfit carefully. Although my blouse and skirt were conservative, the undergarments were anything but. I wore a lacy black bra with matching thong panties that were damp when I reached school.
Sam let me in the side door of his classroom. He pulled me into his arms immediately and kissed me passionately.
“You have no idea how much I appreciate this,” he said, taking me by the hand away from the window in the door.
“The hallway door is locked, in case you’re wondering. No one can bother us.”
I smiled nervously.
“Hey,” he said. “If you’ve changed your mind…”
I took his hand and guided it underneath my skirt to my dripping pussy. “Does it feel like I’ve changed my mind?”
“Oh, fuck! You’re so wet!”
He took me by the hand over to his desk. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap backward while his fingers got busy playing with my glistening pink folds. My eyes fluttered as he dipped his middle finger into my wetness, using my juices to lubricate my hard little nub. Rubbing arousing little circles, he made me cum a half dozen times before I begged him to stop and give me a turn pleasing him before the time grew too late.
He withdrew his hand; I slid to the floor and quickly unzipped his pants. Releasing him from the confines of his boxer briefs, I glanced briefly at the clock to gauge how much time I had before we’d be pushing our luck a little too far.
Kneeling before him, my hands and tongue got busy enjoying his stiff shaft. I took him into my mouth slowly, eliciting a low growl from Sam.
I stroked and sucked, playing with his balls while my oral worship of his dick continued. I could feel him getting close and debated if I should ease up and edge him a little. But I was cognizant that other teachers would start arriving soon, and I didn’t want to leave Sam unfulfilled.
Sam felt the urgency of the situation as well and grabbed two handfuls of my red hair. He thrust until his balls tightened, and he shot his load deep into my throat.
Just then, there was a loud banging on his door, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock. Sam and I shifted so that I was under his desk, and he had the chair pulled in, so he was sitting as he usually did with his checking pen in hand.
“Oh, hey, Sam. I didn’t know you were in here,” Ken, the head custodian, commented. “I just came to refill your paper towel holder by the sink.”
I froze, hoping that no part of me was visible under the desk from Ken’s vantage point. Fortunately, the sink was across the room, and Ken was too focused on the task at hand even to glance our way.
He changed out the paper towel quickly and efficiently, then turned to leave. “Have a good day, Sam.”
“Oh, thanks! I will. You too,” Sam said, trying to play it cool.
When the door closed again, I came out from under Sam’s desk, smoothed out my clothing, and ran my fingers through my hair to erase any sign of shenanigans.
“That was a close call!” I said, wondering if this had been a bad idea.
But Sam was still enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Oh, my God, Kat! I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“That was the quick version. Wait till we have time for me to give you the full treatment.”
He grinned. “Can you come earlier tomorrow?”
I laughed. “I’ll try,” I said casually, knowing full well that I would get up however early was needed to enjoy this deliciously forbidden adventure.
