Work

My company put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My class was just around the corner, twenty of us being introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my peers were simply not my kind their lives seemed to revolve around their work, I enjoyed my work but I had other interests. By the end of the first week, I was missing Peter my husband, I was also missing sex being highly sexual that was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent a little shopping and visiting, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the class crew. That night, I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low waist, short and she tied me like another skin. I didn’t bother with the stockings my tan looked pretty good all by itself, just a few nice high-heeled court shoes to finish the look. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before moving into the cocktail bar, it must have been popular because it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room, I noticed one or two attractive guys who quite seduced me. There was also one or two other wives, well dressed obviously with their husband or boyfriend, I seemed to be the only one on their own. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.

I’ve been seeing you for a while. I should say, literally, see, how harmless that was. I was deeply and passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Although she knew how I felt, for months we had only occasional lunches. Some time ago, we went to various parks and talked nicely. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massages to release tension. Once, I even massaged her. And several times we shared a most delicious hug, but chaste and platonic. We both knew that there was more to our feelings than those “meetings” and we, each in our own way, were hungry more. But we were faithful, at least physically faithful.

To be precise, she wasn’t my wife back then, just my excited fiancé. I went to her place of work where she was closing. Everyone was gone for the four-day vacation, leaving her alone to clean and lock up. I helped her in her duties, to hasten our dinner.

I sat on a stool next to the high table while my wife had to finish a little paperwork. Half of the lights were off, giving the room an almost romantic feeling. As romantic as a shipping area.

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

My name is Jackie, I’m blonde with a 36DD bust (which many men find attractive). It’s a real story about my first case, I was 39 at the time.

I worked in an office as sales manager when a new manager came to work for the same company. My job was to travel to meet clients in their offices, and sometimes my director also came to meetings.

In time, our relationship got closer and although I was perfectly happy with my marriage (and satisfied with my husband’s love), I began to fantasize about Wyn. One day, we arrived at a customer’s parking area before our scheduled meeting and we spoke occasionally in the car. I reached the back seat for my briefcase - an act that twisted me next to him with my face quite close to his. He took the opportunity to take my face in his hands and kiss me tenderly on my lips. I was surprised but also happy and responded to this first kiss. He’s not surprised that he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I got more excited, I did the same thing to him. One of his hands caresses in front of my blouse and he has no doubt that he can feel my nipples erect.

John, it was beautiful. How’s your day? Do I still have a bad day? I’m kidding.

“I have a wonderful day,” we whisper gently, a sweet breath dye your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” I’m still laughing.

“UH oh”, you smile in response.

“Oh, honey!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought some work to read before tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’m gonna start working. You could go relax, read the paper or take a shower. Sorry, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll catch up later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you detect the malicious glow in my eyes. “Nite isn’t finished yet,” you think.

Have you ever asked what your wife gets up when she’s at work? Is she coming back later than expected, and rushes upstairs to wash and change before even having the chance to exchange a few words? Does she avoid intimacy at the excuse that she had a difficult day in the office? Does she wear inappropriate underwear for work? If all this sounds familiar, you should read.

I’d like to tell you a story about a situation that developed at work a year ago. At the time I worked in the service charged with an electric retail company. There were about ten guys serving all kinds of domestic appliances. We had some girls working on the help desk and customer reception on the stairs, but our floor was rather an environment dominated by men, so you can imagine the pleasure among the guys when our service manager used a very young cleaner. She only worked part-time, but she looked at her breasts swelling while she wrestled with the electric floor polisher every morning became a distraction. At 11:30, she would make tea and coffee and bring it around each of our offices on a plateau. Guys would always be mistaken, tickle her while she had the tray and usually have fun. She was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t long before she came back as well as she had.