An Office Affair

The sordidness of our affair gradually got worse or, maybe better, dependent upon your viewpoint.

I have often looked back in recent years, after Ben and I finished, to try to discern just how much really was just lust and sexual adventure and what was real love. I still haven't found a full answer to that.

Of course there was loads of remorse after that first full sex in the office. Both immediately after he had cum, later that evening when I was home and for a few days after. My thinking was that what we had done was dangerous, rather sordid, a bit like teenagers, but so fucking exciting I could hardly wait for the next time. That wasn't long in coming either.

I hadn't wanted it to turn out as it did. I didn't really want to become an office 'bike.' I wasn't really expecting my deep love affair with Ben to revolve mainly around me being fucked in the office and fucked in his car. But then with married people who go off the rails, sexually and romantically, where else is there?

That first time in the office was probably the most sordid position I had ever been in, but then I haven't been in that many, yet on the other hand when I think of Craig, no don't let's go there. Face down on my bosses desk, my blouse open, my tits bare, my jeans round my ankles and my panties pushed to one side, I had been groaning and moaning with pleasure as he had made me cum and now I was bathing in the warm afterglow of a strong orgasm as Ben softened inside me. He pulled himself out and I stood up. His eyes ran up and down my near naked body and dishevelled clothing. He took me in his arm, kissed me deeply and with a broad grin on his face said.

"That was fantastic Monica, almost as fantastic as you look right now. Perfectly and absolutely wonderfully fucking sordid." It was exactly the right thing to say to reassure me, but I wondered if he would have felt the same if he could have seen what I could feel, his sperm slipping down my thigh!

I was finding out new things about myself. I realised that not only had I got the capability of being a devious and calculating cheat, but also I was becoming a 'thrill junky!' Being prone to analyse most things I do, I worked out that the thrill and excitement of the affair, the going to hotels and now having sex in the office, were as equally exciting and important really as the sex itself. But wasn't the sex an expression of our love? I got a little stumped there for other than sort of working together at a distance, having the occasional lunch and dinner, our relationship was sex. There wasn't a lot more, but hey, don't get me wrong I wasn't complaining.

We enlarged our repertoire.

There were nights, well evenings actually, when we didn't have 'late passes' to use a hotel; we had perhaps an hour when we needed to encapsulate all of our love and lust for each other. Whilst not a cheapskate by any means, Ben baulked at shelling out a couple of hundred pounds for an hour or so in a hotel bed with me, or anyone probably. So when it was not possible to use the office as people were around in late meetings, we needed somewhere else. The question was where?

'Let me give you a lift home,' Ben messaged me about three one afternoon.

'You can't it's miles out of your way,'

'So what, it's worth it for an hour or so together isn't it?'

'Of course.'

It wasn't actually that far out of his way. But as he had to use the M25 or the North Circular to get from Chigwell to Hadleigh Woods, it could take ages if the traffic was heavy.

"Ok, so what time were you thinking of leaving?"

"'Get your coat."

'What?'

'I'm just round the corner, come on.'

As I now had my own clients I was able to leave the office without explaining where I was going so meeting him wasn't a problem

It was just getting dark when we turned off the main road and into a narrow lane which was a short cut to where I live.

"Anywhere around here we can stop and er, um, chat?" He smiled at me.

"We can chat anywhere can't we, but I doubt you really meant that do you?" I asked leaning across and resting my hand on his upper thigh.

"You know me too well, no of course not."

I hadn't 'groped' in a car since Craig, I realised as we got into the back of Ben's Merc. After he'd pulled the car into a car park in a wood, to which I had directed him, even though I had no idea just how safe it would be, we had kissed and talked. I didn't want to get into the back on the grounds that if another car, or worse, the police or forest rangers drove into the car park how could we explain that?

"We don't have to, we're doing nothing wrong and we are consenting adults," he replied with impeccable logic, reassuring me, so I eventually, but rather reluctantly agreed.

I don't know just how much of the extreme excitement and immense pleasure was down to my feelings for Ben, the slight frustration I was experiencing through not having had sex for more than a week or the fact that we were in car, but what I experienced was sensational.

I resisted at first, just as respectable, well brought up married women are supposed to do. I don't mean his advances, I relished those. I don't mean him kissing me, having his tongue in my mouth or caressing my breasts, I enjoyed those. I don't even mean him slipping his hand up my top, cupping my breasts in my bra and then wiggling his fingers inside that onto my boobs and nipples, after all that's what 'boys and girls' do when they sit in the back of a car. It wasn't, either Ben slipping his hand up my skirt and pressing his fingers on the gusset of my panties. No, my resistance came when he scooped my boobs out of my bra, when he pushed my skirt up round my waist, when he tried to pull my knickers down and when he whispered in my ear.

"Monica I have to have you. I have to fuck you."

"Oh God Ben we can't, it's too risky."

It was risky. It was dangerous. The chance of being caught, literally 'in the act' was high. But by Christ it was exciting. We couldn't undress of course, we couldn't get naked. But Ben could get his cock out, I could take my panties off, I could straddle him and he could, just like that, fuck me or, more to the point I could fuck him. And that is precisely what we did. Clearly, I realised as I lay in his arms on the large back seat, not all German cars have sexual design faults.

More soul searching followed that of course, but I coped, probably better than I had with Craig and with when Ben and I had sex first time in the office.

So for the next few months our affair revolved around the occasional afternoon or evening in a hotel, the fairly regular once a week or so shag in the office and yes I did let him fuck me with me sitting on my desk as he stood between my legs, which were wrapped round his hips. And of course in the car and a few times at our houses, but they never worked too well, nerves I guess.

After that first time I lost my reservations about being caught and inhibitions about being undressed and then fucked in his car in a car park. I actually enjoyed it and each weekend I looked forward to our, usually, Tuesday evening car sex.

My new found cunning and conniving, scheming and slyness came into play at these times.

"Just sit there," I said after we had parked and climbed into the back.

I pushed Ben into the corner of the usefully large back seat and knelt with one knee on the seat on the other side of the car. I was wearing a knee-length, quite loose, blue dress, with a lowish top and three buttons running from the neckline to just above my waist. Staring directly into each other's eyes, I slowly undid the top button. He smiled at me.

"Mmmmm nice," he said as the next and the third came undone and the top of my dress parted a little, thus showing a goodly expanse of my boobs.

Taking hold of the opened sides of the top of the dress I pulled them sideways, across my boobs and let go of them leaving my bare breasts staring invitingly at him.

He reached out for me.

"No, don't touch," I whispered pushing him back into the corner.

"Christ Monica, you flash your tits at me, then say no touching."

"Well not yet," I smiled reaching down and taking hold of the hem.

"And, by the way, young lady, where's your bra gone!" I didn't reply and instead reached down and took hold of the hem of the dress.

Holding his gaze I slowly pulled the dress upwards. I eased it further and further up my legs, along my thighs and then stopped.

"Why have you stopped?"

"No reason," I replied, sliding it further up so it was bunched almost round my stomach.

"Jesus Christ, when did they come off?" He asked looking at my uncovered pubic mound.

I had taken my underwear off before leaving the office and had the garments safely tucked away in my wags bag in the front of the car.

"Never mind, are you pleased?" I asked cupping one of my breasts,

"Pleased I'm absolutely fucking delighted, but why?"

"Because silly," I replied fumbling at his belt "You can now fuck me without me having to get undressed."

That became another feature of our sexual repertoire. On the evenings when Ben was going to give me a lift home I would go to the ladies half hour or so before we were due to set off. I would remove all but the essential parts of my make-up and during the day I would carefully avoid wearing perfume, real mistress thinking there, but then why provide any evidence for the wife! I would then slip into one of the cubicles and remove my bra and panties. Usually I would meet him a way down the road. Walking out from the office and then down the busy road naked under my outer clothes really was a massive turn on. After that and then being in his car for an hour so in that state of semi-undress of which he was clearly aware had me primed and ready for the stimulating sex we would then have in the back of his car.

As our affair progressed so we became both more adventurous, but also sad. We knew that it would go nowhere, other than perhaps us being arrested for offending private decency, for we talked about it, a lot. We discussed setting up home together and talked about how wonderful it would be being together all the time. Deep down, though I think we both knew that it would never happen. There was just too much excess baggage to sort out and the cost of excess baggage is enormous wherever it's incurred. There were children involved, massive financial aspects and family and friends to consider. So such talk dwindled and gradually our focus became more and more sexual.

That became not just the problem, but also the delight.

We had great sex. We did it in so many different places and got great kicks from the 'danger' involved in screwing in the office, shagging in the car and fucking in the odd shop doorway, up against a tree and in a field. We both got a fantastic buzz when I started removing my underwear mid-afternoon and wandering round the office with Ben aware of my lack of bra and panties.

But in the end sex simply wasn't enough. In the end the affair with Ben resembled my fling with Craig, far too much. And in the end it went the same way for in the end it really was just another example of the mid-life crisis that was influencing us. So in the end, just like a firework it simply fizzled out. I then got another job.

Are all affairs like that I wondered? Was it inevitable or was it just a fling before it's too late? Who knows?