I rolled off her and sunk in beside her on the bed. She turned to face me and gave me a long loving kiss. She wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me to her tight. I whispered in her ear how incredible that had been for me. She licked at my ear lobe and told me it was pretty good for her too, especially the eating her out part. I apologized for cumming so quick, telling her I just couldn't help myself with what she had said.
She giggled. "You really are into this whole dating your boss thing, aren't you?”
I kissed her neck and moaned just hearing her say it. I told her I can't really explain where it comes from or why it's happened, but yes, it turns me on more than anything I've ever thought about before.
She whispered in my ear. "It’s okay, baby, we all have our little kinks.”
Relief spilled over me. I already knew from her actions that she wasn't angry with me, but it's always nice to hear you aren't being judged harshly by someone you love and adore. We continued to lay there like this snuggling and occasionally kissing. It felt so good to be held tight and reassured how I am loved by this woman. Eventually I felt a little re-energized and I rolled her over on her back . I started rubbing her body and playing with her titties. I asked if she had really kissed Darryl or was it part of my tease.
She smiled. “Hmmmm, I'm not telling. I kind of like the effect this all has on you.”
I smiled back at her and told her I was putty in her hands. “I always have been, though.”
She moaned a little again. “Yes you are, you're my little plaything, aren't you?”
As she said that she pulled my face down to her breast and guided my mouth to her nipple. I just moaned mmmm-hmmm through a full mouth of tit. She sighed and caressed my head and played with my hair. I continued sucking her engorged nipple, playing with it in my mouth, toying with it.
I asked her between kisses and sucks if my fantasizing about this was a turn on for her also or just something she was indulging me. She kept playing with my hair and lovingly rubbing my head as I sucked on her tit. She seemed to really think this over, not answering quickly at all.
"Let's just say it doesn't turn me off,” she replied. I moaned into her breast again, liking what she said. She asked me if I was tired or did I think I could get it up again. I told her I was still completely turned on but wasn't sure how good I would be a second time. I then admitted to her I had jerked off a couple of times already tonight, thinking about what she might be doing.
She laughed. “I thought that’s what you were probably doing from the way you were acting on the phone earlier.”
“I couldn’t help it.” I told her how this stuff was driving me crazy (a good crazy). She admitted it was fun for her, too. We laid there a long while just nuzzling, cuddling, and kissing. It was wonderful for me. I realized how lucky I have been up to this point with her playing along (if not more) and certainly didn't want to push too hard or ruin whatever fun she was having with this experience too. I decided whatever it is that we are having here was good enough for me. If she wanted to tease me more (if I'm so lucky), then so be it. If she wanted to take things further or admit more, then she obviously will. The waiting and not knowing is so damn fun, too. In fact, not knowing what it will really feel like knowing they have been together for real, well the wondering and fantasizing is perfect so far. We ended up falling asleep like this, wrapped in each other’s arms and holding each other tight. I drifted off with these emotions and wonderings in my head – what had happened, what I hoped had happened, what if anything will happen in the future. All I knew for sure was I was laying beside my one true love in life and I felt like the luckiest man in the whole world.
Friday evening I arrived home from work extremely tired. Thursday had been super fun and exciting but it left me lacking sleep and feeling worn down. Samantha had been off all day and was out with a girlfriend when I got there so I sent her a text that I was going to bed early and then I crashed. I woke up around midnight and saw Samantha still hadn't joined me in bed. Curious I got up to see if she was home yet or if she had texted me back. I found her sitting out on our deck smoking a cigarette. Now Samantha has always been a social smoker, but she only smokes when out partying or when she's really stressed about something. With everything that's happened of late with her grandfather she's been smoking a bit more, so I immediately thought something bad may have happened. I asked what was wrong, why she hadn't come to bed yet.
She appeared like she may have been crying earlier. She wasn't her usual bright beautiful self. She said nothing was wrong, she just wasn't sleepy and felt like having a cigarette. I knew better, she never smokes unless something is wrong, or like I said, if we are out having fun. I asked her again. She stared at me for what seemed like a long time, long enough to make me worry.
I gently asked her again. "What's wrong baby, tell me?” She then said she thought we needed to have a talk. Now I really got worried. We rarely fight and she is normally such a happy, outgoing person. Her tone and mood seemed very serious and bleak. I sat down beside her and asked what’s up.
Once again she just sat there looking at me, not saying anything. I was really getting a worried scared feeling. I had no idea what could be wrong. I put my arm around her and sort of hugged her from the side. I asked her again what was wrong, what do we need to talk about.
She spoke softly. "We need to talk about this stuff with your boss.”
Now my heart sank and my belly did a flip flop. Had I pushed her too hard too fast? Did she really think of me as some pervert now or something? Tons of horrible ideas rushed through my head quickly.
“Okay,” I said. I sat there staring at her, waiting for the axe to fall. She was acting very timid acting, which isn’t like her at all, and she spoke in a very hushed quiet tone. She started by saying she's very confused over things and not sure if what we are doing is very smart.
I told her I understood completely. “I feel funny about everything, too, but it was so exciting to me that I guess I just ran with it.”
She kept giving me these long eye to eye looks without saying anything. It was like she was really trying to search deep down inside me to find whatever she was looking for. She has beautiful eyes but it was a little unnerving to me. I told her I never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable with it. I just went with it when she seemed into it, too.
After a little while longer in silence she said "Listen, I need to tell you something.”
I was worried even more now. “Okay.”
She started by telling me she loved me very much and hoped I wouldn't get too mad at her. I took her hand in mine and squeezed it, telling her I love her too.
"I know you have this fantasy and all, but I haven't been completely honest about everything.”
"Okay."
Another soul searching look from her with a long pause.
"Darryl and I have kissed."
Butterflies by the hundreds started up in my stomach and blood started leaving my brain, heading for another area.
My voice quivered. “You have?”
“Yes.”
I asked her if she had kissed him more than once.
“Yes.”
Almost a floating feeling took over me. Almost like I was watching us talk from outside my body. I know that may sound silly but it's true. It was the strangest feeling I ever had. I was nervous, excited, and generally just felt weird in every way. Then I asked if they had done more than just kiss.
“Not really. We just kissed, hugged, held hands. That sort of thing.”
Oh my God, I was so fucking excited. I’d been waiting on some sort of marital bomb to drop and this is what she had for me? I then asked her how often they had kissed, how many times.
"Just a few. Well, only a few ‘real’ kisses.”
“Real Kisses?"
"You know, real kissing,” she said. “Passionate kissing."
"I see."
I guess she couldn't tell my excitement because she then asked if I was mad at her. I
must have looked shocked more than excited. I was shocked also but more excited than anything I think. I told her I wasn't mad, not at all. I was a little surprised – actually, a lot surprised – but not mad. She seemed a little relieved by hearing this.
Samantha squeezed my hand back and nuzzled into me. I asked when they had kissed. She told me the first time was very unexpected and just sort of happened. I nervously asked when and how. My dick was straining hard against my underwear and for some reason I was embarrassed by that. We’d already fantasized openly about this stuff but now with the reality of things and I guess not having sex while talking about it, I felt self conscience about it.
“It was a few months ago, after Karen had quit.” She was working late in the office, standing in the copy room, and he was standing next to her talking. He was very emotional and confessed that he’d worried he would lose his businesses without Karen’s support. So she stopped doing what she was doing and hugged him. The next thing she knew they were kissing. It seemed very natural to her, not sexual really, just a comforting type of thing.
“How long did you kiss that time?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure, maybe three or four minutes.”
“Wow, that's a pretty long kiss.”
“Yeah, but it wasn't like that. It wasn’t sexual.” She said it was passionate but not in a sexual way.
“I guess I never had a passionate, non-sexual kiss like that. Whenever we kiss, you know, ‘really kiss,’ it always feels sexual.”
She laughed. “Well, you just don't understand, I guess."
I asked who initiated the kiss. She said she really, honestly isn't sure. It really seemed to just happen. I asked if she felt awkward after or anything. She said she didn’t, but after it was over he kept apologizing about doing it. She just assured him it was okay and she wanted to kiss him, too – he didn't force it on her or anything.
“Is he a good kisser?” I asked. “Did you enjoy it?”
She said yes, he's a good kisser, and she did enjoy it. But once again said that first kiss was different, not in a "kiss kiss" sort of way. It was a different kind of emotional thing.
Then I asked how they came to kiss again, since he was so sorry for doing it the first time. She didn’t answer at first.
“I hope you don’t feel differently towards your Darryl, since he’s still your boss.” She explained that he feels confused a little himself, and they’ve become very close and everything. I said I understand, I was just curious about it all.
“The second kiss happened after dance class,” Samantha said. She added that was why it freaked her out when I brought that dream up that night. She thought maybe I somehow knew and she was busted. She’d thought that I was hinting about it or something. It scared her and she thought I was mad and trying to trick her.
I laughed “I can imagine that it would freak you out, now knowing all that.”
She laughed. "Man, I was so freaked out! I just knew you knew or something."
I assured her I didn't and it was a legitimate real dream. She said she knows that now but not at that time. I asked her to go on, tell me how it happened.
“It was a few months ago,” she said. “It was one of those nights where we met at the class instead of your Darryl picking me up.” Sometimes they’d have to do that because of work obligations. “We’d had a fun time that night and were both in a good mood. I knew you were home waiting for dinner so we couldn’t go out after class. We were sort of standing by my car talking for a bit, and when I said it was time to go and I was fishing for my keys in my purse, Darryl reached over and touched my shoulder. He told me what a great time he’d had.”
My erection was super hard and painful at this point, as I was imagining the scenario in my head. It wasn’t my exact fantasy but it was so damn close. She looked up at him and told him she’d had a great time, too. As soon as she said it, she felt the spark. She knew he was going to kiss her. And she was right. He reached over and touched her on the face. Then he lifted her chin, leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It started as just a kiss but soon it turned into a longer, more passionate kiss.
“A tongue kiss?” I asked.
She smiled and said, "Yes, we tongue kissed, silly.”
I should add that by now her mood was changing obviously. She was not so glum and I guess she could tell I was handling her admissions well. So she wasn't acting so upset anymore. More excited and aroused, whatever you want to say. I was, too, and I’m sure she could tell. I asked for more detail.
“How long did that kiss last?”
“Well, we were standing in the parking lot of the dance studio, so not too long. Maybe a minute or so.”
“So this kiss was different than the first one,” I asked. “More ‘real’ passion this time, not a comforting thing?"
"Yes, this was a real kiss this time."
"And you felt sexual about it?"
"Well, not sexual in the moment, but it was the kind of kiss that could lead to sex."
“I see. What happened next?”
She said after the kiss they both just smiled at each other.
“So no apologies this time?"
She giggled . “No, no apologies that time."
He took her keys from her and unlocked her door. Opened the door for her and she got in. Once she closed the car door she rolled her window down and told him thanks again for a great evening . He knelt down and reached in touching her arm again. He said he was looking forward to next week already and she said she was too. Before she backed out he leaned in her window and gave her another "quick peck" on the lips. She smiled and told him bye, drove home to me and we had dinner.
Damn, if I’d only known! I then admitted to Samantha how fucking sexy that was to me and that it turned me on beyond belief that my dream had actually happened, at least sort of.
“I know,” she said. “That was so freaky to me, too.” But she said she did feel guilty this time. She admitted enjoying it but said on the way home the feeling passed and she started thinking of me at home alone, waiting on her and she felt almost sick inside over it.
I held her hand. “It’s totally okay, don't feel bad.”
She squeezed back. “Thank you.” She then started talking about how she started feeling worry over things, where things were heading. She admitted something I've always suspected, which is, she's very attracted to him and she has been since she first met him. I told her I’d always suspected that.
“I’m sorry."
“Don’t be,” I replied. “I like knowing.” I said I liked fantasizing about it and I liked knowing it was real and not just my imagination now.
She gave me such a sweet smile at this moment. It melted my heart. Anyway, she said she did feel real worry and guilt. She considered calling him and telling him they shouldn't see each other alone for a while, let things cool down. But she admitted not wanting to "not see him" and she honestly felt she could keep things under control. She knew she was sending very mixed signals at times to him and knows she's a major flirt (like I said always has been). But all that said she wasn't trying to lead him on and didn't want to hurt him. What had happened had just happened.
So she was telling me how she had started to worry and feel guilty and all that. Once again I just assured her it was all okay and I not only understood but felt pretty damn turned on knowing it. I wouldn't say she was acting "turned on" herself at this moment. More like she just seemed relieved to be getting this off her chest and also seeing I wasn't upset about any of it. So I asked about the next kiss, when that happened.
She said that the following week they had gone to dinner after class. She had thought about the kiss all week. Part of her was really turned on by it but the bigger part (the guilty part) overruled it. She knew she needed to bring it up with him and let him know she wasn't mad or upset but that she didn't feel right about it either. They ended up discussing it she said and it went really well. He was understanding and even shared her feelings of it not being
right. She said they talked about a lot that night. Once again she seemed timid and nervous when she admitted they both shared their feelings of attraction for each other. They both had felt the attraction from the start and both had felt a little self-conscious about it. She said it was so weird how their thoughts were so similar about everything. Both felt guilt over it but at the same time it was exciting to them.
“We talked about how it was probably the taboo aspect of everything that started it, but we realized it was a real thing now,” she said. “A real deep attraction.”
All this time I was still feeling this "out of body" type feeling listening to all this. It's not a feeling easily described. Unless you’ve ever felt it, you can’t understand it. It’s just the weirdest type thing I’ve ever felt. Looking back, I believe I was almost shaking listening to it. Maybe it was all internal, I don't know. But I had sort of a shivering feeling inside myself. It was a strange thing but definitely an erotic thing. I wouldn't trade that night and that talk for anything. The emotions I was feeling can't be bought, you have to feel it to appreciate it I guess.
After that talk with my boss she felt much better. They had a better understanding of their relationship now and it felt good getting it all out. She said they both felt better about things. It was a nice feeling knowing they both shared an attraction to one another but that they knew it couldn't go anywhere since she was married, and married to his employee. They had decided to just be really good friends to one another. When he brought her home that night they sat in the car for a bit before she got out. They were saying good bye she smiled at him.
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