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10/09/2016
On August 30th I submitted a post entitled, "My ex with permission."
I made a brief mention about two other men, that I fooled around with.
One was Pete, a guy I met on an online dating site. We went back to his apartment after attending the meet and greet event put on by the site.
We got as far as smooches and boobies, but that was it.
I haven't spoken with him since. But he still e-mails me.
The other one was Michael.
I have worked with Michael for at least 6 or 7 years.
We both work for a real estate firm, I am a realtor.
He is the sales manger. So technically he is my boss.
Some months back Michaels wife left him.
I left one evening to go stage a luxury home we were listing and to my surprise Michael offered to come help. While we were working, he confessed his personal problems.
I hugged him and told him I'm here if he needs a friend.
Michael said, it just feels good to hold you.
Before I knew it we were kissing. I'm not sure if it was him or me that started it.
Michael is not particularly good looking. He is heavy set, but always well groomed and dressed impeccably.
He is strangely, very attractive to spite all of this. I'm not sure if it his confidence or that he is extremely successful.
We were on the couch making out. My shirt and bra were off and Michael was naked. We had been going at it for a while at this point.
I stopped and looked at Michael, I said, I can't do this to Carson.
Michael knows Carson, he said I know, this is my fault, I'm sorry.
I told Michael to lay back. Michael being the nice guy he is told me, You don't have to do this.
I went down on him until he came.
We got dressed and I asked Michael if we could still work together like nothing has happened? He said absolutely.
I told him, that any woman would be lucky to have him and that I'm sure he will find one soon.
He told me that he did not want just any woman.
I knew what he was implying.
Work was awkward for a couple of weeks, but things got back to normal. Kind of.
Michael never treated me quite the same.
I have never been one to sleep my way to the top, but I have to admit I have enjoyed the preferential treatment these past months.
That is until last Saturday.
We had an open house during which I asked Michael how things were going.
I'm lonely, Michael told me.
I wish there was something I could do for you honey, I said to him.
There is he said with kind of a sad smile.
Only for a couple of hours, I'm a married woman, I said trying to joke away the uneasiness.
I'll take it, Michael said. Let me take you out on a date tonight after work.
No, Michael. I'm happily married to Carson, I'm sorry if I lead you on in any way.
Then just as a friend. You said if I needed a friend you would be there.
You're right, I did. I will be here to listen, but that's it! Are we clear?
Michael agreed.
I called Carson and told him we would be late that night.
We left and grabbed a bite to eat.
Michael was talking about living on his boat since he and his wife split up.
Even though I told Michael that nothing was going to happen, the thought of having sex with him without Carson knowing really turned me on.
Michael kept talking about his boat, but the truth is I wasn't really paying attention.
Why don't we go there?
You want to see it? Michael asked.
Sure.
We each drove our own cars.
The boat was not what I had expected at all. I would consider it a yacht.
Michael called it a cabin cruiser.
It was absolutely beautiful inside complete with kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room.
We sat and chatted for a while and had some champagne.
Michael excused himself to go to the restroom.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I went in to the bedroom and took off all of my clothes.
Michael came out of the bathroom and asked where I was.
I'm in here, I said. I needed to lay down for a minute.
Michael came in, he didn't even seem surprised. He looked at me with his usual confident glare.
He said, you're making it real hard to behave like a gentleman.
As he took his shirt off and climbed on the bed.
I said maybe I don't want a gentleman.
He started kissing my body as he finished undressing.
I started to get pangs of guilt and said I don't know.
Sure you do, if you didn't know you wouldn't be here Michael said as I felt him slide in to me.
I started to protest, but Michael cut me of and said, we're past the point of no return now. So just enjoy yourself.
He had a point, so I did.
He threw me around like a rag doll, I let him fuck me from behind, I rode him when he set me in his lap, I got on all fours when he wanted doggy style. He was clearly in charge of everything that night. Michael is somewhat on the small side, but that didn't stop me from cumming over and over again.
He finally finished when we were laying on our sides facing each other and he came inside of me. It felt like he was cumming forever.
After that night we said our goodbyes and I told him this would never happen again.
Michael said he understood.
I went home took a shower and had the best sex of my life with Carson.
To spite my best efforts though, I went back and had sex with Michael the following Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.
Thursday, Michael said he wanted me all to himself. He asked me to leave Carson. I told Michael, I am happy in my marriage and I should not have slept with him.
I said, I hope we can still work together and I left it at that.
To make things worse, Thursday, when I got home Carson asked me if I had been seeing someone else. I asked him why he would say something like that?
Just be honest. Are you seeing someone else?
I did see someone else.
Carson turned red. Does he take you out to nice restaurants?
I said, No it's nothing like that.
So you just fuck him? Carson asked.
Carson, I love only you, where is all this coming from?
Do you fuck him?
No, (then under my breath), not anymore.
Not anymore! So you've fucked him?
Carson I am happy being married to you.
Have you fucked him?
Yes, I fucked him. Is that the answer you want? But I don't love him.
How long? Carson demanded
What the sex?
What else is there?
Just a couple months. (I couldn't confess to giving Michael a blowjob), I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, but since that night with Keith, I just feel like I need more. I don't want to leave you, I just want to have sex with others.
At this point I wrapped my arms around Carson and we started kissing. He was obviously very turned on by all of this.
One thing very quickly lead to another and we went and had even better sex than a few days before.
Laying in bed afterwards, Carson asked me do I know him.
I said no. I was afraid he would want me to quit my job.
Carson said, do I get a free pass to sleep with someone else?
I told him, absolutely not.
You have to break it off with him then, Carson said.
Why? I still come home and give you everything you want, but if you were with other women you wouldn't be able to do the same for me.
End it. Carson said.
Yesterday after work, I met with Michael and told him what happened.
Michael said, once again that he understood.
But I have one request. One more night to remember.
No! I can't , I said. Ok, but it has to be quick.
We left Starbucks and Michael grabbed me by the hand and walked to the woods behind.
I asked, what are you doing?
Making it quick.
He bent me over a tree branch hiked up my skirt, down my panties and pounded me until he unloaded inside of me again.
We came out of the woods to the parking lot, people were staring at us.
I know they must have heard us, I was so embarrassed.
I went home and showered.
As I got out Carson asked me, was it good?
What? Your farewell screw?
What are you talking about? I asked him.
You've got tree bark in your underwear and shoes. Besides, I wouldn't have let you go without one more time.
I didn't say anything, I just stood there as Carson pulled off my towel and started kissing me all over.
We had great sex that night, but I kept thinking about Michael and the way he takes control.
I know if he tries to have sex with me again using his take charge attitude, I will do it again.
I wish Carson would just let me.
I would never neglect him. He is the one that introduced me to the idea of sex with other men. I never gave him the idea to have sex with other women.
I don't know what the big deal is. This is what he wanted.
Next week at work is going to be interesting and probably awkward.
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I made a brief mention about two other men, that I fooled around with.
One was Pete, a guy I met on an online dating site. We went back to his apartment after attending the meet and greet event put on by the site.
We got as far as smooches and boobies, but that was it.
I haven't spoken with him since. But he still e-mails me.
The other one was Michael.
I have worked with Michael for at least 6 or 7 years.
We both work for a real estate firm, I am a realtor.
He is the sales manger. So technically he is my boss.
Some months back Michaels wife left him.
I left one evening to go stage a luxury home we were listing and to my surprise Michael offered to come help. While we were working, he confessed his personal problems.
I hugged him and told him I'm here if he needs a friend.
Michael said, it just feels good to hold you.
Before I knew it we were kissing. I'm not sure if it was him or me that started it.
Michael is not particularly good looking. He is heavy set, but always well groomed and dressed impeccably.
He is strangely, very attractive to spite all of this. I'm not sure if it his confidence or that he is extremely successful.
We were on the couch making out. My shirt and bra were off and Michael was naked. We had been going at it for a while at this point.
I stopped and looked at Michael, I said, I can't do this to Carson.
Michael knows Carson, he said I know, this is my fault, I'm sorry.
I told Michael to lay back. Michael being the nice guy he is told me, You don't have to do this.
I went down on him until he came.
We got dressed and I asked Michael if we could still work together like nothing has happened? He said absolutely.
I told him, that any woman would be lucky to have him and that I'm sure he will find one soon.
He told me that he did not want just any woman.
I knew what he was implying.
Work was awkward for a couple of weeks, but things got back to normal. Kind of.
Michael never treated me quite the same.
I have never been one to sleep my way to the top, but I have to admit I have enjoyed the preferential treatment these past months.
That is until last Saturday.
We had an open house during which I asked Michael how things were going.
I'm lonely, Michael told me.
I wish there was something I could do for you honey, I said to him.
There is he said with kind of a sad smile.
Only for a couple of hours, I'm a married woman, I said trying to joke away the uneasiness.
I'll take it, Michael said. Let me take you out on a date tonight after work.
No, Michael. I'm happily married to Carson, I'm sorry if I lead you on in any way.
Then just as a friend. You said if I needed a friend you would be there.
You're right, I did. I will be here to listen, but that's it! Are we clear?
Michael agreed.
I called Carson and told him we would be late that night.
We left and grabbed a bite to eat.
Michael was talking about living on his boat since he and his wife split up.
Even though I told Michael that nothing was going to happen, the thought of having sex with him without Carson knowing really turned me on.
Michael kept talking about his boat, but the truth is I wasn't really paying attention.
Why don't we go there?
You want to see it? Michael asked.
Sure.
We each drove our own cars.
The boat was not what I had expected at all. I would consider it a yacht.
Michael called it a cabin cruiser.
It was absolutely beautiful inside complete with kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room.
We sat and chatted for a while and had some champagne.
Michael excused himself to go to the restroom.
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I went in to the bedroom and took off all of my clothes.
Michael came out of the bathroom and asked where I was.
I'm in here, I said. I needed to lay down for a minute.
Michael came in, he didn't even seem surprised. He looked at me with his usual confident glare.
He said, you're making it real hard to behave like a gentleman.
As he took his shirt off and climbed on the bed.
I said maybe I don't want a gentleman.
He started kissing my body as he finished undressing.
I started to get pangs of guilt and said I don't know.
Sure you do, if you didn't know you wouldn't be here Michael said as I felt him slide in to me.
I started to protest, but Michael cut me of and said, we're past the point of no return now. So just enjoy yourself.
He had a point, so I did.
He threw me around like a rag doll, I let him fuck me from behind, I rode him when he set me in his lap, I got on all fours when he wanted doggy style. He was clearly in charge of everything that night. Michael is somewhat on the small side, but that didn't stop me from cumming over and over again.
He finally finished when we were laying on our sides facing each other and he came inside of me. It felt like he was cumming forever.
After that night we said our goodbyes and I told him this would never happen again.
Michael said he understood.
I went home took a shower and had the best sex of my life with Carson.
To spite my best efforts though, I went back and had sex with Michael the following Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.
Thursday, Michael said he wanted me all to himself. He asked me to leave Carson. I told Michael, I am happy in my marriage and I should not have slept with him.
I said, I hope we can still work together and I left it at that.
To make things worse, Thursday, when I got home Carson asked me if I had been seeing someone else. I asked him why he would say something like that?
Just be honest. Are you seeing someone else?
I did see someone else.
Carson turned red. Does he take you out to nice restaurants?
I said, No it's nothing like that.
So you just fuck him? Carson asked.
Carson, I love only you, where is all this coming from?
Do you fuck him?
No, (then under my breath), not anymore.
Not anymore! So you've fucked him?
Carson I am happy being married to you.
Have you fucked him?
Yes, I fucked him. Is that the answer you want? But I don't love him.
How long? Carson demanded
What the sex?
What else is there?
Just a couple months. (I couldn't confess to giving Michael a blowjob), I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, but since that night with Keith, I just feel like I need more. I don't want to leave you, I just want to have sex with others.
At this point I wrapped my arms around Carson and we started kissing. He was obviously very turned on by all of this.
One thing very quickly lead to another and we went and had even better sex than a few days before.
Laying in bed afterwards, Carson asked me do I know him.
I said no. I was afraid he would want me to quit my job.
Carson said, do I get a free pass to sleep with someone else?
I told him, absolutely not.
You have to break it off with him then, Carson said.
Why? I still come home and give you everything you want, but if you were with other women you wouldn't be able to do the same for me.
End it. Carson said.
Yesterday after work, I met with Michael and told him what happened.
Michael said, once again that he understood.
But I have one request. One more night to remember.
No! I can't , I said. Ok, but it has to be quick.
We left Starbucks and Michael grabbed me by the hand and walked to the woods behind.
I asked, what are you doing?
Making it quick.
He bent me over a tree branch hiked up my skirt, down my panties and pounded me until he unloaded inside of me again.
We came out of the woods to the parking lot, people were staring at us.
I know they must have heard us, I was so embarrassed.
I went home and showered.
As I got out Carson asked me, was it good?
What? Your farewell screw?
What are you talking about? I asked him.
You've got tree bark in your underwear and shoes. Besides, I wouldn't have let you go without one more time.
I didn't say anything, I just stood there as Carson pulled off my towel and started kissing me all over.
We had great sex that night, but I kept thinking about Michael and the way he takes control.
I know if he tries to have sex with me again using his take charge attitude, I will do it again.
I wish Carson would just let me.
I would never neglect him. He is the one that introduced me to the idea of sex with other men. I never gave him the idea to have sex with other women.
I don't know what the big deal is. This is what he wanted.
Next week at work is going to be interesting and probably awkward.
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Amy