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I sat on top of him, his arms around my milk chocolate waist, my hands gliding across his tattooed chest. We stared at each others naked bodies with the only sounds besides our soft breathing was the mellow music of Miguel playing...floating through his ears and out of mine.
His brown eyes seem to hook onto mine, as if there was some kind of passion he wanted to express to me...Passion that had developed in less than six months. It had to mean something when we had those long glances towards each other during work when no one was looking. It had to mean something when we would exchange raunchy text messages to each other while my best friend at work AKA his wife would smile dead in my face suspecting nothing. It had to mean something other than just a fling.
My lips form a smile and release a small giggle as he jokes saying that's enough for his partner for the night. I stare down at him continuously waiting him to say something else, something with true meaning instead of him telling me about the problems at home with his wife and dealing with trying for his masters. Within his words my mind flashed the huge photo above the living room fire place of him and his wife smiling..if you call whatever he was doing a smile.
I wanted that with someone.
I wanted to come home to someone.
I wanted him...And I had him, but not to the knowledge of anyone we talked to. Not our boss. Not his wife. Not even our closest friends.
He continued going on about how I'm the only other woman he's slept with since he married her. However, my thoughts still roamed just as my hands did. Why was I doing this? What happened to my self respect? My morals about men and sex? I'm sure it disappeared soon as I revealed my Victoria Secrets lingerie to him in the living room of his home along with the sounds of lust and adultery lingering out of the married couple's bedroom.
The expression on my face showed concern as I finally listened to his story. This whole thing felt like something I would see on a Zane HBO special or the movies. And in the end one of us would develop feelings but get rejected because said person loves their public love intrest more.
But that's ridiculous.
This whole thing has no feelings attached. Sure, we can never look at each other the same..He's no longer the assistant manager but the "Office Romance Fling" and I'm no longer "The Sassy Co-Worker" but together, we now are apart of this well hidden affair. Its always the same routine.
Buy Condoms for 6 dollars.
Drive to location of his house or his car in the park.
Go through acts of extreme, rough, adulterous acts of lust.
Go home and re-imagine the entire thing before going to work to see him yet again.
His wife is calling.
We look at each other with looks of anticipation as I give the nod that I must be silent..damn near non existent. He reaches for his phone and answers with a "Hey bae", a greeting that strikes a nerve in my mind.
What if that was me?
Why isn't that me?
How would I feel if I was her?
When will this end?
Just the mere thought of getting caught would end everything good going for me to a halt...only to make things worst for him...But not getting caught might also lead to a downfall.
This lustful game we play is like gambling...addicting but yet so pleasurably guilty. I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I'm lying to myself that I can stop. I'm lying to myself that I have morals. I'm lying to myself that I'm not having an affair with my best friend's husband despite their problems. I'm just a liar.
A seductive lying demon. One who puts on a fake smile and pretends nothing is happening when, in reality, is waiting for that clock to tick 8 PM to where all the troubles are left outside of the married couple's bedroom. Where I feel beautiful and wanted by someone. Where I long to be touched in all the right places. Where a bad breaking marriage between your best friend and him is not a problem.
But then at the end of my reign, I then again realize that I'm still sleeping with my married co-worker.
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Sex With My Married Co-Worker
General Fiction[STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT] "His brown eyes seem to hook onto mine, as if there was some kind of passion he wanted to express to me...Passion that had developed in less than six months. It had to mean something when we had those long glances towards eac...
