I worked with this Cuban woman named Ana Maria. She was 44 and she looked great, gained a little weight, but she was sensual and she had these amazing breasts. She wore pants and they wrapped around her legs, with dresses it seemed we could get a look up her thighs, she always wore white panties. We ate lunch most every days, and if she made black beans and rice, she always brought enough for me. I met her husband at the company Christmas party. She and I spoke Spanish when we were together, and there was heavy sexual overtones. One day I wore a new sweater and she liked it and patted my breast. She had me put my palm on the side of her breast. She told me she was always proud of her breast and that she liked my breasts.

The flirting got heavier and heavier and the petting got more common. We talked in quiet whispers about sex and what to wear to look hot, we went panty shopping, and talked about what really turned us on. I decided to let her know that she turned me on, and I was open to having relationship with her. She answered that she was married and anyway sharing herself was something she didn't know she could do. I could tell she was declining but not wanting to. I put my hands on her breasts and then her face and kissed her. I asked her if she didn't want to feel like a total woman, to let me show her and then decide.

We agreed on a Saturday several weeks later, as we had to time things perfectly. We rented a motel room out by the airport and she went along and we had an afternoon of love making, showing her what she could do with a woman, and what really felt good from a woman. After that afternoon, she agreed to see me when we could get the days to work for us, I got to the point of telling her that I thought I was truly in love with her and hoped she loved me.

Then it all changed, I was at her house when her husband came home, he made every effort to show me she was his wife, and then without as much as a excuse me ma'am, he pushed her down on the couch and has sex with her doggy style. My anger and jealousy was out of control, I yelled at him not to treat her like that, while she said it was ok, she was totally ok with it. My jealousy grew and grew and eventually I was not able to take it any more and told her that we couldn't be friends like I thought, if she let him take advantage of her like that.

I know what she really is, I don't have any doubt of her true orientation. She is married because she was too young to know better.