I fucked my married coworker.
You know about the term "work wife", well, she was that to me. Became great friends, she met my wife, and I met her husband, and, even though initially I had a little crush on her, even though she is a bit older than me (she is 45, I am 39 - but we worked together for the past twelve years), but lately, I haven't really thought about it.
Then, she told me she is quitting for a different job, and as soon as she said it, I became obsessed with her. The thought of her leaving, made me jerk off to her, every single day, during her notice period.
I started teasing her, with questions like "who will be my work wife", and "who am I gonna flirt with", and "who am I gonna look forward to on Mondays, when you're gone" etc.
She responded with flirting back, and smiling, but I saw this only as a nice prelude to a jerk off session I will have later, thinking of her, since, we have been joking about all this for the past ten plus years.
Thing that got me thinking was, that on her last day, I had to stay up late, to finish up something, and she offered to help me, on her last day... Who does that? I didn't want it to end, and neither did she, so I started making up stuff I "have to finish", and she stayed, well past 10 p.m. We were alone.
I didn't even plan to make a move, I have never done such a thing before, nor did I cheat on my wife, I was just doing something, to be near her, for another hour, minute, second. So, she was the one to make the move - she sat on my lap, and kissed me.
Now, she is a fairly pretty blonde, with an ok body, but the thing that always got me with her, were her legs, and the fact that she always wore dresses and skirts. It was the same, this time. She took the initiative, pulled her dress up, got her panties down, and laid back on my table, spreading her legs.
I fucked her right there, and of course, it didn't last long, but when I pulled out, wanting to cum on a little patch of her uncovered belly, my own cock surprised me, shooting three long, thick ropes of cum, all over her black dress, making a mess.
She started freaking out, how she has to get back home in that dress, at 11 p.m.how her husband would kill her, etc, and she just kind of stormed out, not saying good bye, and we parted ways in, let's say, awkward manner.
Texted her tomorrow - no answer.
Few days later, I asked her about her new job - no answer.
After a week or so, asked her out for a coffee, to catch up - she just responded with "can't, really busy at work".
So, nothing further will develop there, and I am fine by that, but I still think of her, and of that night, and I still jerk off thinking of her, almost every single day.
