I never dreamed I'd be one of those people who have a sexual relationship with a co-worker. Mostly that's because I'm happily married and have been for more than twenty years. A second reason is I've always felt that having relationships at work is wrong. It isn't that I haven't given some of the females where I work some thought. I've spent some daydreaming time having fantasies about a few of my female colleagues. The third reason is I have friendships with quite a few of my female coworkers and have never wanted to mess up those friendships. I've seen sex screw up too many perfectly good friendships.nnThen last Thursday evening something happened that blew everything I believe about sexual relationships at work right out of the water.nnI was in my office quite a bit after my normal quitting time last Thursday evening, so late it was dark by the time I finally got my things together and got ready to leave. I'd already called my wife and told her I'd be late, not that it was going to mess up any of plans since she already had a meeting scheduled for that night.nnAs I was locking my office I noticed that the lights were on in an office down the hall from mine. That was unusual because I'm almost always the last one to leave. The still-lit office belonged to a female coworker named Terry. OK, she is one of the women I've harbored an occasional fantasy about, in case you were wondering. Since she usually is out of the building long before I am, I thought I'd check and see if anything was wrong.nnI've known Terry since my company assigned me to this particular office complex about three years ago. She's in her early forties, is divorced, and has a couple of teenaged kids. She's quite attractive, with frosted hair she wears layered and cut just a bit lower than her ears. She's also slim, but that doesn't mean she's shapeless. Her breasts are small - I think they're exactly the right size for her - and she has a small, firm, extremely well formed bottom.

„Charlie", schrie ich als die erste Welle kam und ging. Seine magischen Hände ließen mich meinen längsten Orgasmus meines Lebens erleben. Als er abklang lag ich erschöpft da. Ich ließ meine Hände von seinen Haaren und kam seiner Hand an meinem Penis zu Hilfe. Er ließ sie noch immer langsam über meinen Schaft gleiten, gut geölt von meinem Samen. Mein Schwanz noch immer hart in seiner Hand. nnIch lag erschöpft in seinen Armen, als mein Atem sich langsam wieder beruhigte. Seine Hände glitten, feucht von meinem Saft, über meinen Bauch. Charleston umarmte mich von hinten und vergrub sein Gesicht in meiner Schulter. Seine blonden Haare kitzelten mein Ohr und ich schloss die Augen, als er mich sanft in die Schulter biss. Ich bewegte mich etwas und fühlte noch immer seinen harten Schwanz in der Hose. Es musste sehr eng darin sein, zumal ich mich dagegen lehnte. nnIch drehte mich um, saß ihm nun gegenüber und schaute ihn an. Ich hatte keine Ahnung was man als Mann zu einem Mann sagt, der ihm gerade den besten Hand-Job seines Lebens gegeben hatte. Ich befreite mich erst einmal aus meiner Shorts und warf sie irgendwo hin. Daraufhin beugte ich mich vor und legte meine Arme um seinen Nacken. Selbst im sitzen war er größer als ich. Ich zog ihn zu mir heran und unsere Lippen berührten sich. Sofort ließ er meine Zunge passieren und ich suchte die seine. Sie verfingen sich wie Fische in einem Netz.

The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove. nnIt was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for. nnHer now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug. nnThe white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.nn"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react. nnHer daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.nn"Mommy! Pancooks…Pancooks.

Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.