Hooking up with a co-workers wife

[LeicesterBull75]

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Using a married woman's body for nothing more than to be able to look a man in his eyes and know I've fucked his wife. And I enjoyed it.

If that isn't your cup of tea, then you better stop reading now.

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Now that the Warning Labels have been posted:

This is a real event. What isn't real was the timeline and how quickly we went from saying hello, to me being balls deep inside another man's wife. It took a bit of flirting, secret meetups, and drinks but the sex is real, and our hook up happened as it reads. Characters and names changed, but the basis is factual. I worked for a guy my supervisor who pissed me off to the point I seduced and fucked his wife for revenge.

At the time, I had been head hunted by a chain of cafes to work as a network engineer to move them over from one supplier to an internal network, and had a manager who was a total asshole. Picture that kid that always got picked last for football, but you also thought he deserved it because his mouth never shut up. That only child whose rich parents allowed him to get away with anything.

Fast forward to adulthood, he's now a balding and scrawny little man coupled with a face that you just want to punch. I'm not one to judge a person on their looks because I'm no Adonis, but it's because he's constantly talking shit, and making out the things you did he did, that makes him the prick he is. To make matters worse, the only reason he was ever chosen for a manager's position was because the guy before him had died, and the company had no one else. Give him a little bit of power and he was a classic know nothing that used "or I'll tell the Management on you" as his ace card.

The timeline for this tale of fornication starts off about nine months prior, when I was attending the company Christmas party. This annoying tit was there with his wife and he introduced me. Talk about the odd couple. As briefly described before, Steve was only about 5'8" with thinning dark hair. And when I say thinning, he had the classic comb over to cover a growing bald spot on top of his head which seemed a bit odd considering he was only 37 years old. If he was carrying a bag of potatoes, he might weigh about 10 stone.

And then there was Linda, his wife. Probably an inch or two taller than Steve with long legs and a body that looked like she frequented the gym at least a couple times a week. She reminded me of one of those stereotyped Essex wives who used to be a beauty pageant contestant about 20 years prior. Big blonde hair, blue eyes, fake tan. Then I couldn't help but take notice of the deep canyon of cleavage she displayed in a dress that was more for advertisement than functionality. She was showing an ample amount of a natural pair of firm tit's that were smooth and inviting.

When Steve introduced me, I was awestruck wondering how in the hell was he able to land a woman of this calibre. It was the next week at work when I found out the answer. Steve came from a family with money and he and Linda attended the same private high school, when one night their senior year, there was some alcohol involved and the result was Linda ended up pregnant. The scandal would have rocked both families, so they shuffled together a quick wedding. Linda ended up having difficulties with the pregnancy and lost the baby. What she didn't lose was the schmuck that got her pregnant. Maybe the guilt along with his mom and dad's money kept her with him?

Back to the Christmas party.

As her husband left us to stick his nose up the MD's ass, I politely grabbed myself and Mrs. Big Tits, another Jack and Coke. We found ourselves in the corner of the room continuing to chit chat about nothing. I couldn't decide if Linda was a touchy, feely kind of person when she talked to someone, or, if she was flirting with me, but she was consistently touching my arm or putting her hand on my lower back and standing close. She was never more than an arm's reach away. Maybe it was because she had made numerous trips to the open bar or quite possibly her motivations were altogether different.

I was trying to read this woman and thought that she might have some secrets and given the right circumstances might be game to step outside her marriage from time to time. Linda gave me her business card and told me she was a hairdresser but assured me that she had male clients. She added that if I needed a haircut, or anything else, then I should call her, all the while her hand resting and rubbing my lower back.

By the end of the evening, people were starting to drift out, along with me being one of them. I was shaking hands and telling people I'd see them at work Monday, when I happened across Mr. Asshole and Linda. As we were saying our goodbyes, Linda leaned in for a hug that lasted longer than I felt necessary considering we had only met a couple hours prior. Nonetheless, I enjoyed feeling her boobs pressed into my chest for the moment she, or they were there.

Over the next five months I hadn't really thought much more about Linda. However, when Steve would run his mouth, I must admit I was thinking about the potential of what might have happened if...

Then, the circumstances changed drastically. I had applied for a job that was going to damn near triple my salary, and when I got the phone call at work with the offer, I put my two-weeks' notice in immediately. A couple of the managers were shocked, and when I went back into the office, Steve only had some smart-ass comment in the realm of him not giving a shit about me leaving, after all he was the one with all the ideas, I had to listen to all the shit he had to say. The rest of the afternoon, his words sat and stewed in my head.

I knew I'd want a fresh haircut before starting my new job and that's when the wheels started turning. I found the card Linda gave me and made an appointment. I asked for her last appointment of the day saying I would be working and couldn't get in any earlier. The earliest they had would be the following week on Monday. I told the soft-spoken lady on the phone that would be fine, and the appointment was set.

When the day came, I sat in the car and wondered to myself what I was doing there. I really hadn't thought much about a plan. Was I there to flirt? Maybe to test theories I had developed at the Christmas party? And then would I go through with fucking Steve's wife just because he pissed me off?

I walked in and as soon as Linda saw me, she left the blue haired, mature lady in the chair to come over and give me a hug. She said she'd just be a few more minutes and she'd be right with me.

I sat in the waiting area and picked up a magazine that was about three years old and paged through it, during which time I'd occasionally steal glances toward Linda. She was wearing a pale green skirt and the hem was just above the knees. The light-yellow blouse was buttoned up modestly, and it was like I was looking at a completely different woman from the one at the party. Gone were the fuck me pumps and the display of cleavage. But what else was I expecting? Was I thinking that Linda would be in a short little black dress while she gave perms and dyed old women's hair?

Finally, the elderly lady was moving toward the register and once out the door, Linda came over and offered me her hand.

"You're next." she said, and I placed my hand in hers when I stood, and she walked me to her chair.

"It sure took you long enough to call me." Linda said in a tone that was almost scolding in nature.

"And what is it I can do for you today?" she continued.

Linda spun me around in the chair, so we were both looking into the large mirror behind us.

I looked up at her reflection and her eyes were focused on mine when I said I just needed to clean up a bit. Linda's fingers began rubbing around my ears and down my neck before sliding them through my hair.

"Are you sure I can't persuade you into getting the full treatment?"

Looking up into her eyes they seemed to sparkle with a hint of mischief in them, but I wasn't for sure if that was the rehearsed sale's pitch, she gave her male clients to shell out more money.

"What's the full treatment?"

"Wash your hair, the haircut, and I will also trim your goatee."

Playing along with her, I thought that the money shouldn't be an issue in a couple more weeks and I wanted to see where this was going.

"I'm normally just that guy who goes to a barber, and the only extra treatment I get is the smelly stuff he puts on my neck after the haircut. But what the hell, let's go for broke. Besides, my barber's hands aren't as soft as yours." Making note she was still massaging around my ears.

With a large smile, Linda spun me back around and draped the cape-like apron over me and snapped it around the back of my neck.

"Don't worry, you're in very good hands." As she leaned the chair back, so my head was at the edge of her sink.

Linda turned the water on, and when the temperature was where she wanted it, pulled the handheld nozzle and began letting the warm water rain down through my hair. Her fingers felt amazing, as they skilfully massaged my scalp. They felt so good that I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I reopened them, I was staring at Linda smiling down at me.

"Feel good?" Linda asked.

"Very much so" was all I could muster up saying which caused Linda's smile to broaden.

With my hair fully drenched Linda took a step back, grabbed a towel and dried her hands. She made some sort of excuse as to it being hot, and unbuttoned one, then two of the plastic fasteners holding the top portion of her shirt shut. Her breasts were pushing at the thin fabric of her blouse when she was leaning over me, almost begging to be released from captivity.

This was when I noticed one of Linda's co-workers tidying up before leaving shortly after. This left only me, Linda, and one other lady who had a client in her chair at the salon.

Linda began by placing a dollop of shampoo in her hand and after she got her hands wet, began rubbing her palms together. Standing to my left, Linda began the task of shampooing my hair. Again, her fingers running through and massaging my scalp felt insanely relaxing and the view I had of Linda's two round orbs six inches from my face wasn't bad either.

By the time she was rinsing the soap from my hair the client of the other lady was paying her bill and within ten minutes, Linda's last co-worker was bidding her adieu leaving Linda and me alone.

Linda seemed to take her time cutting my hair, and we made small talk about how we enjoyed ourselves at the party and what we had been up to since. I mentioned that I was glad that the weather was a lot better now, and how nice it was to be able to sit outside. She agreed so I casually made a comment "Maybe we should grab a drink sometime?"

She said she'd enjoy that and then asked if I wanted my hair washed when she was done with the cut and I agreed. Linda again took her time running her fingers through my hair, and now I'm thinking her boobs are a lot closer and I swear I wanted to open wide and allow her to pop one in my mouth.

She finished the wash and I apologized for keeping her so late but enjoyed the full treatment. As I was paying, I told her I'd stick around and walk her to her car. Linda made quick work of cleaning up her area and we walked out the back door where employees parked. Her car was the last one in the far corner of the carpark and we walked to it slowly. I thanked her again for staying late and opened my arms for a hug which she accepted by taking a step toward me, and my arms wrapped around her. There was a moment when we just stood there, holding each other. I was thinking this was the point of no return and if anything was going to happen, now was the time to test the waters.

We eased up on the tight embrace, but I kept my arms around her lower back without any resistance from Linda. "So, you think you'd enjoy getting a drink with me sometime."

"Are you going to try and get me drunk and take advantage of me?"

"Absolutely not. I don't want you drunk when I'm taking advantage of you. If I do, I want you to enjoy it" I replied.

Her smile turned into a devilish grin and I knew what I was going to do.

I pulled Linda in closer and leaned my head down and she tilted her head back to accept my kiss.

The kiss was immediately heated with tongues meeting. A hand fell to her bum where I squeezed the fleshy globe of her ass.

As our kiss faded, I looked at Linda and asked her when she might have time for that drink. She said she didn't have time tonight but could probably get away in a couple days. We planned on Thursday which was three days later and the day before my last day at work with Mr arsehole.

The following day I was sitting in the office with Steve and another co-worker noticed that I'd got a haircut. I told him, "Yeah, I tried some new place yesterday, and found out I really like the full service they provide."

While I was glancing toward Steve. "It was so good when I knew was leaving, I went ahead and made another appointment." My co-worker laughed and asked me where I went, and I told him it was a place on high street.

For the next two days, every time Steve would yell my name for some bullshit thing he wanted me to do, I couldn't help but smile inside, knowing that there was a damn good chance HIS wife was going to be yelling my name for a completely different reason.

Thursday after work I went home, showered, shaved and got ready. I had a plan, and if I was going to meet Linda at 6:00 then I needed to get moving. I had chosen a bar on the other side of town, thinking there would be less of a chance of seeing someone either one of us knew. Also, the travel lodge across the street might be of use, and after paying for a room, checking it out and making sure it was suitable, I trotted across the street, grabbed a table and waited 15 minutes for Linda to show up.

I had told the waitress that I was going to be waiting on someone and when they showed up, she would want Jack and Coke. I will just have a coke in a small glass. When Linda got there, I gave her a quick hug, and a kiss on the cheek before we sat down.

We chatted a bit while sipping our drinks and the sexual tension was thick with both of us eye fucking each other. By this point I think we both knew why we were there, and the only question was when and where. I asked Linda what she thought about going someplace a little more private and she agreed that might be best. We finished our drink and I took her by the hand and told her I'd hoped she didn't think I was too presumptive, but I took the liberty of getting us a room. She looked at me with some apprehension but never let go of my hand as she followed me across the street.

Once inside the room and I locked the door, all questions of what was happening were over. In a tight embrace, our mouths met, and we began unbuttoning, unzipping and removing each other's clothes before falling onto the bed. Linda was still wearing her panties and bra while I still had my boxers on.

With Linda on her back I got a good look at her mostly naked body. The matching set of black lacey underwear she had chosen was worn to be seen. The areola and hard nipples were visible but were hidden behind delicate lace. The thin strip of material between her legs left little to the imagination and let me know there was only a little if any hair hiding behind the fabric.

Linda's bra did a surprisingly nice job of pushing her tits together and holding them in place considering the garment was more for display than functionality. I had the flashback of her in that dress when her cleavage was on display, however tonight, I followed through with what I only thought about a few months prior and buried my face in the valley of her breasts. Linda had opened her legs and my hips found a home nestled between her thighs. I began dry humping my hardon over her covered mound and soon the moans and panting of two people in a sexual embrace, and the smell of sex were filling the room.

There always seems to be a specific mood during any sexual encounter that craves special attention. Sometimes it's the need for going slow and a soft touch, while other times it's more primitive and aggressive. This was one of the times for the latter. I had pushed the cup of Linda's bra down and was enjoying the hard nipple of one tit when I reached around her back to remove the garment completely. Once out of the way I took turns moving from peak to peak rolling one rubbery tip between my lips before moving to the other.

Linda had similar thoughts, and her hand had moved between our bodies and found its way inside my underwear to stroke my cock. I raised up on my knees to get out my boxers and then hooked the waistband of her thong with my fingers. I pulled them down her legs, she raised her ass off the bed, and I tossed the small piece of cloth to the floor. When I leaned back down, my mouth found a new target, Linda's neck, but my hips resumed their position between her open thighs. I could feel the heat and wetness of her sex and manoeuvring our hips, I rubbed the length of my hard shaft up and down her wet slit.

I could hear Linda panting and breathing heavy in my ear while I kissed her neck. What I didn't know was if it was because of her arousal or was it her anticipation of me to quit teasing her. I decided to have that question answered.

I sat back on my knees and looked down at Linda. Her beautiful breasts were rising and falling from her heavy breathing. Her naked pussy was slick and glistening as her body was preparing itself for penetration. With my cock in my hand I ran the head between the lips of her most intimate area before asking her, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes" Linda moaned.

"Say it again, is this what you want?"

"Yes Martin, that's what I want. Fuck me now" Hearing Linda say my name, caused my cock to strengthen even more and I felt it throb in my hand. I allowed the head to slip inside and then grabbed Linda by the hips and thrust hard, burying my length into her core. Linda let out a grunt in approval when I thrust into her again and I was fully encased within the tight walls of my co-worker's wife. I reached up behind her, grabbed a fist full of blonde hair and pulled. Another loud moan escaped her lips and I made the determination right then and there I was going to do my best to fuck the hell out of Linda.

I hooked her legs from behind her knees and brought them upward, giving me an angle and position to pound her deep and hard. Once I had pushed and pulled my hips a few times to make sure I had the right position, I began to thrust in and out of her married cheating pussy.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck yes" Linda began a steady rambling of profanity while she was helplessly pinned on her back while taking my cock deep into her. I'm not massive, about 6” but quite thick, so I assume she liked it.

"Is this what you want?" I grunted while I continued the brutal pounding of her pussy.

"yes oh yes please, don't stop" Linda repeated.

"Don't stop, don't stop I'm almost there. Yes yes yes oh god yes... I'm cumming Martin, please don't stop."

If it wasn't for the thought of me grudge fucking Linda, and knowing I was fucking Steve's wife, I would have probably blown my load right then, but I had this overwhelming feeling of power and stamina burning through me. I was going to send Linda home that night, completely and thoroughly fucked.

I continued thrusting my hips and rode Linda through her quivering orgasm. I slowed the pace while she was catching her breath until finally, I just rolled off her and onto my back panting and trying to catch my own breath. I laid there a moment satisfied that If nothing else happened I had accomplished what I wanted.

After a while, Linda reached over and wrapped her fingers around my still hard cock and began stroking it. It was then the real asshole that I am came out, because I had another thought come to mind. I reached over and with my hand on the back of Linda's head, pushed it downward slightly. She hesitated at first, but then moved down the bed, opened her mouth and let her lips wrap around the head of my cock.

Linda had been licking and sucking on the crown of my dick for a bit when I entangled my fingers into her hair and pushed downward lightly while lifting my hips a little. Linda took more of my length into her mouth before I repeated the process and then repeated the movement again.

By this time, I watched Linda move her head and mouth up and down, taking a little more than half of my cock with each bobbing motion. Every time her head moved downward, and my dick disappeared, I thought "Take that. This is for the past year and a half of your shit. I'm fucking your wife's mouth."

I laid back and enjoyed fucking Linda's face, before I felt my balls tightening, knew they were preparing for release. I pulled her up and told her to get on top. I took hold of her waist and in the next moment, Linda was straddling me, and I was back inside her warm body.

We were moving a bit slower now, and I think we both knew I needed to ward off my own orgasm. Slowly, she rose and then lowered herself, impaling her body on my shaft.

But even now, there was a sense of urgency I think we both felt. That feeling of carnal lust when nothing else will suffice other heat and animalistic lust. It wasn't long before I was raising my hips to meet her downward movements and our pace quickened.

I could hear the now familiar gasping from Linda as she was closing in on another climax. With my hands on her hips, I continued to thrust upwards while I watched Linda's lovely tits bounce up and down as she rode my cock through an orgasm that hit her hard. Grinding back and forth, my lap was soaking wet and I could feel her juices running down my balls and the insides of my thighs. I was rocketing to my own release and vocalized I was close. With a final surge, I lifted off the bed and emptied my balls deep inside her.

We laid in silence for a bit until I spoke.

"I'm going to assume that keeping this between us doesn't have to be said?"

"Without question. Let's just call it something of a curiosity. I'll tell you a secret, I would have fucked you in the parking lot that night of the Christmas party if we'd been alone. I wondered why you hadn't called me after the party. But... then when you called last week to make an appointment, I swear all those thoughts came back. I just wasn't sure why you were actually calling."

"Things have changed for me. I don't know if Steve told you or not, but I put my notice in at the and tomorrow's my last day. And since I won't be working there anymore, I wondered if I was reading between the lines at the party or if you just had too many jack and cokes. I figured I would find out and I made the appointment. I'm not sure why you're here now, and what is going on between you and Steve, and to be brutally honest I don't care. But I wanted to at least find out for myself if you could keep a secret."

"Oh really, so you no longer work there?"

"Nope."

Linda didn't say anything for a moment. It was like she was thinking about something.

"And yes, I can keep a secret. Let's just say it's been a while since I've been fucked liked this, and even then, it wasn't Steve, so yeah, I have plenty of secrets I keep."

"Well I don't plan on making a habit of this, but if you're interested, we can... keep in touch?"

"You know how to get in touch with me. Just come in for an appointment and we will see what happens. But until then..."

Linda looked up at me and smiled. She took a hold of my limp penis and stroked it.

"I have about another half hour before I have to leave if..."

Between our making out and Linda's oral skills, it gave me the time I needed to recover. This time I had Linda on her hands and knees and was pulling her hair back. Hearing her as she moaned "Fuck me, fuck me Martin," combined with my renewed energy had the bed in that hotel room rocking. The occasional slap on one of her round ass cheeks caused a few more "Oh fuck yes" and "fuck Me's" to come from Linda's mouth.

I was really enjoying the view fucking her from behind when Linda fell forward onto her stomach in a leg shaking orgasm, and I kept on driving in and out of her body.

Rolling her over, she was half on her side and half on her back when I brought one of her legs up and over my shoulder into a scissoring position. Able to get even deeper, I could feel I was hitting her spot, and was grinding every fraction of an inch I could inside her.

"God damn you're so fucking deep!" Linda mewed.

And yes, my ego was growing as big and as hard as my cock that I was shoving in and out of Linda.

I fucked Linda in this position for a while until her pants and screams about how she was enjoying being filled caused me to unleash another copious amount of cum deep into her pussy.

With a layer of sweat covering our bodies from the exertion of our fuck fest, I suggested we take a shower to clean the smell of sex from our bodies. Once in the shower, I licked, sucked, and fingered one more orgasm out of Linda before we both got out of the shower and dressed. Linda was running a bit late by this point, and after a quick goodbye kiss, she got in her car and left.

The next day at work, one of the girls at the plant had brought in cupcakes for my last day. Sitting around in the break room at lunch, handshakes and pats on the back were abundant. Steve came in late, as a last-minute thing. I still think the only reason he showed up was the MD was there, or even called him down to the break room. I was told good luck and I could just see the disdain on Steve's face. Finally, when it was time to go back to work, I was getting ready to leave for the day.

I walked over to Steve and held out my hand. He shook it, but before he could say anything, I told him,

"I had a lot of fun working here, and I'm going to miss the benefits the job came with." While staring him in the eyes.

He didn't even reply and just turned around and went back to his office. Hell, even now as I'm typing this, I'm smiling remembering that feeling. I fucked his wife 6 more times after that till one of her work friends told her to stop or they would tell her husband.

Yeah, I'm That person you don't trust with your wife.