I work at a regional railroad office as the secretary to the office manager. I admitted to my husband that a co-worker was flirting with me. After he kept asking, I confessed I found him appealing and considered giving in. He said he found that exciting and asked if I would flirt back.
I was hesitant at first because I thought he was just trying to get my permission to fool around. But he insisted that wasn't his desire at all. After about a week of discussing it, I finally said I would think about it.
About 10 months ago, my office friend asked if I could help him find a lost file at 4:50 pm, when it was almost time for everyone to go home.
We rummaged through the copy room together until he finally located it some 15 minutes later, and no one else was in the office. He turned out the overhead light and the only dim lighting then was from digital machines.
He thanked me for waiting around and squeezed my hand. I didn't pull away. We stared at the other, not moving until he pulled me to him and kissed me fully on the mouth. I was trembling. He lifted me and sat me atop the file room's table.
He spread my legs and unzipped his khakis. I couldn't move as he slid his member into me. I cried out as he thrust into me.
I told my husband that night, and he said he understood. He urged me to keep seeing him. Since then, I go to his apartment about twice a week (but have only stayed overnight three times all within the past two months.)
When staying longer than around 10 pm, I call my husband for permission to let him fuck me. We talk in code so my co-worker won't know that my husband approves.
Recently, my husband asked whether I would be interested in responding to a personal ad online to a younger guy who wanted to meet couples with a husband who wanted to watch. I am thinking about it, but that particular ad is no longer posted. I might look for others though.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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