Straight Male / 31
This is absolutely fucked up, but I'm glad I can finally get it off my chest. I'm a married father of three. My wife is wonderful and I adore her. I have no idea why I cheated. It happened spur of the moment and against my better judgment.
Angie worked out in the field. Not literally. That's just what they call it in our business. She wasn't management or an office worker. She was a fire-watch. Her job was to sit and watch the welders and make sure no fire got started. Welders wear face shields that obscure vision. Regardless, we met on a smoke break. She was five six, blonde, and had a really cute face. Big smoldering blue eyes and thick succulent lips that reminded me of two plump pieces of pink grapefruit. After a few weeks of sitting near each other, we finally got to talking. After a few weeks of that, we were friends on facebook, sharing stories about our home life, and happy to see each other every break.
It was so early that morning that it was still dark out. I had stepped out of my office and went to the smoking area because it was empty and quiet. She came over and sat next to me, and we started talking. She had an argument with her husband the day before, and it just so happened I'd had one with my wife. We shared stories about our unhappiness that morning, and she jokingly suggested we should run away to a beach somewhere. I told her I would as long as she'd be wearing a bikini. She laughed and said I wouldn't want to see her in a bikini these days. I admitted to looking at her facebook pictures and seeing that she would, in fact, look great in a bikini. She claimed everyone thought that just because she had huge boobs. I complimented her hips, and then apologized for being so forward. She said she didn't mind it, that it made her feel good to hear it coming from such a "handsome guy." I told her that compliments would get her anywhere. She asked how far it would get me. I asked how far she wanted to go.
Suddenly, we were both sneaking into a large port-o-potty that had just been cleaned. It was a "female only" portable toilet, so it was cleaner than most and larger than any I'd been in. Immediately inside, we started kissing. Her mouth tasted like minty chewing gum. I started unzipping her work coveralls, and was amazed to find she just wearing a belly-length t-shirt and panties beneath. I had her completely naked in moments, and squatted down. She kicked her foot up onto my shoulder, and I drove my tongue between the downy folds of her lips, and sucked hungrily at her clit. I was like a man possessed. I knew it was wrong. My mind was screaming that I'd just doomed myself and my life, but my cock was screaming "take her! take her!"
She was so wet that she was dripping over my chin. I looked up through the dim light of the street lights near by that poured through the top vents of the port-o-potty and I could see her mammoth tits rising and falling quickly as her breath picked up. I reached up and pawed at her gorgeous breasts, and her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers against my palms.
She warned me she didn't want to cum like that. She pulled me up and kissed me again, and then sucked herself off my chin. It was fucking glorious, dirty, and hot. She squatted and peeled open my slack, took out my hard on, and engulfed it with her mouth. I couldn't see her clearly in the shadow my body casted, but whatever she did felt tremendous. It wasn't one of those half-assed blowjobs you receive because she's just trying to appease you. This was a woman who knew how to suck cock and who loved it. There was an art to how she wrapped her lips around my length and the way her hand cupped my balls gently, but with pressure enough to send me close to an orgasm very quickly. When I pulled away, she giggled, and I told her she'd have to stop. The way she said "oh really??" while looking up at me was all sex. Every ounce of every word oozed sexual appeal. She wrapped her gigantic tits around my cock, holding them by the nipples, and rubbed softly and slowly, bringing me back from the edge.
She stood and kissed me again, and we heard the first warning whistle that said employees needed to head to their work areas. She warned that we only had about ten minutes. She turned, stuck her hips and ass in my direction, and then licked three of her fingers. "Fuck me hard," she said, reaching between her legs to play with her own clit. "I'm serious. I want it hard."
I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, careful not to just shove it in like some barbaric brute. Once I was in her as deep as I could get, I took hold of her hips and started to pick up speed. She put her head down and tried to stay quiet, but I could hear her little whimpers, and it was absolutely turning me on. Her heavy breasts shook and swayed with every thrust, and as I squeeze her hips and ass into my hands, her cheeks spread and revealed the cutest little pink hole between her cheeks. With one hand I reached up and took a handful of hair deep against her scalp at the roots, and with the other, I gently pressed my index finger into her tight pink backdoor. She groaned loud, and then immediately whispered that she was coming. "Don't stop," she said, and she started wildly bucking against me. I had to do all I could to keep from coming as she fucked me hard and fast, and I tried not to listen to her trying to stifle the sounds of her orgasm.
When she was finished, she turned over her shoulder and started rocking her hips again, a bit slower. Those sexy eyes she gave me brought me right back to where I was: on the precipice. "Tell me when you're just about to cum," she said. It didn't take but twenty seconds, and then I warned her.
She pushed me back, dropped to her knees right there, and sucked my cock fast and hard. Her lips wrapped tight around my erection and her hands bobbed along the rest of my length. She cupped my balls tight, squeezed, and held my orgasm back for thirty seconds beyond what it should have taken, and then she released. I shot a load like I hadn't since I was a teenager. I could feel it pumping out, over and over and over and over into her throat. She groaned and looked up at me. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, as if it was the best thing in the world. She kept sucking until the last drop had spilled, then pulled me from her mouth. She licked me from top to bottom, and then stood and gave me a peck.
"We've got to get to work," she said.
We meet every other morning there. On the off mornings I'm alone in my office and she visits me here. We both now work Saturdays as well, volunteering every chance we get for the weekend shift so that we can have more time between us. The sex is amazing. I can't help myself. It makes me feel wanted, needed, and alive.
Someone is bound to find out eventually, or catch us, and we'll both be up shit creek. We'll lose our jobs and our home lives. When she isn't around, I think about that, but when she is, I can't think about anything but how her mouth and pussy feels on my cock.
I'm in big trouble.
Angie worked out in the field. Not literally. That's just what they call it in our business. She wasn't management or an office worker. She was a fire-watch. Her job was to sit and watch the welders and make sure no fire got started. Welders wear face shields that obscure vision. Regardless, we met on a smoke break. She was five six, blonde, and had a really cute face. Big smoldering blue eyes and thick succulent lips that reminded me of two plump pieces of pink grapefruit. After a few weeks of sitting near each other, we finally got to talking. After a few weeks of that, we were friends on facebook, sharing stories about our home life, and happy to see each other every break.
It was so early that morning that it was still dark out. I had stepped out of my office and went to the smoking area because it was empty and quiet. She came over and sat next to me, and we started talking. She had an argument with her husband the day before, and it just so happened I'd had one with my wife. We shared stories about our unhappiness that morning, and she jokingly suggested we should run away to a beach somewhere. I told her I would as long as she'd be wearing a bikini. She laughed and said I wouldn't want to see her in a bikini these days. I admitted to looking at her facebook pictures and seeing that she would, in fact, look great in a bikini. She claimed everyone thought that just because she had huge boobs. I complimented her hips, and then apologized for being so forward. She said she didn't mind it, that it made her feel good to hear it coming from such a "handsome guy." I told her that compliments would get her anywhere. She asked how far it would get me. I asked how far she wanted to go.
Suddenly, we were both sneaking into a large port-o-potty that had just been cleaned. It was a "female only" portable toilet, so it was cleaner than most and larger than any I'd been in. Immediately inside, we started kissing. Her mouth tasted like minty chewing gum. I started unzipping her work coveralls, and was amazed to find she just wearing a belly-length t-shirt and panties beneath. I had her completely naked in moments, and squatted down. She kicked her foot up onto my shoulder, and I drove my tongue between the downy folds of her lips, and sucked hungrily at her clit. I was like a man possessed. I knew it was wrong. My mind was screaming that I'd just doomed myself and my life, but my cock was screaming "take her! take her!"
She was so wet that she was dripping over my chin. I looked up through the dim light of the street lights near by that poured through the top vents of the port-o-potty and I could see her mammoth tits rising and falling quickly as her breath picked up. I reached up and pawed at her gorgeous breasts, and her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers against my palms.
She warned me she didn't want to cum like that. She pulled me up and kissed me again, and then sucked herself off my chin. It was fucking glorious, dirty, and hot. She squatted and peeled open my slack, took out my hard on, and engulfed it with her mouth. I couldn't see her clearly in the shadow my body casted, but whatever she did felt tremendous. It wasn't one of those half-assed blowjobs you receive because she's just trying to appease you. This was a woman who knew how to suck cock and who loved it. There was an art to how she wrapped her lips around my length and the way her hand cupped my balls gently, but with pressure enough to send me close to an orgasm very quickly. When I pulled away, she giggled, and I told her she'd have to stop. The way she said "oh really??" while looking up at me was all sex. Every ounce of every word oozed sexual appeal. She wrapped her gigantic tits around my cock, holding them by the nipples, and rubbed softly and slowly, bringing me back from the edge.
She stood and kissed me again, and we heard the first warning whistle that said employees needed to head to their work areas. She warned that we only had about ten minutes. She turned, stuck her hips and ass in my direction, and then licked three of her fingers. "Fuck me hard," she said, reaching between her legs to play with her own clit. "I'm serious. I want it hard."
I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, careful not to just shove it in like some barbaric brute. Once I was in her as deep as I could get, I took hold of her hips and started to pick up speed. She put her head down and tried to stay quiet, but I could hear her little whimpers, and it was absolutely turning me on. Her heavy breasts shook and swayed with every thrust, and as I squeeze her hips and ass into my hands, her cheeks spread and revealed the cutest little pink hole between her cheeks. With one hand I reached up and took a handful of hair deep against her scalp at the roots, and with the other, I gently pressed my index finger into her tight pink backdoor. She groaned loud, and then immediately whispered that she was coming. "Don't stop," she said, and she started wildly bucking against me. I had to do all I could to keep from coming as she fucked me hard and fast, and I tried not to listen to her trying to stifle the sounds of her orgasm.
When she was finished, she turned over her shoulder and started rocking her hips again, a bit slower. Those sexy eyes she gave me brought me right back to where I was: on the precipice. "Tell me when you're just about to cum," she said. It didn't take but twenty seconds, and then I warned her.
She pushed me back, dropped to her knees right there, and sucked my cock fast and hard. Her lips wrapped tight around my erection and her hands bobbed along the rest of my length. She cupped my balls tight, squeezed, and held my orgasm back for thirty seconds beyond what it should have taken, and then she released. I shot a load like I hadn't since I was a teenager. I could feel it pumping out, over and over and over and over into her throat. She groaned and looked up at me. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, as if it was the best thing in the world. She kept sucking until the last drop had spilled, then pulled me from her mouth. She licked me from top to bottom, and then stood and gave me a peck.
"We've got to get to work," she said.
We meet every other morning there. On the off mornings I'm alone in my office and she visits me here. We both now work Saturdays as well, volunteering every chance we get for the weekend shift so that we can have more time between us. The sex is amazing. I can't help myself. It makes me feel wanted, needed, and alive.
Someone is bound to find out eventually, or catch us, and we'll both be up shit creek. We'll lose our jobs and our home lives. When she isn't around, I think about that, but when she is, I can't think about anything but how her mouth and pussy feels on my cock.
I'm in big trouble.
