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You can look, but you can’t touch!
If I could discover the person that first uttered those stupid fucking words, oh what I would do? What a joke that is, a cruel tease.
What would possess a man with a seemingly perfect life to ever think of such things? A gorgeous wife, check. A gorgeous family, check. Career, success, houses, cars, you name it. It’s there. A lifetime built together. But something was all the time missing. What was it? I could not put a finger on it, but it was all the time there, hiding just below the surface.
Call it a midlife crisis. Call it weakness, deceit, selfishness. Call it a sin. Call it what you will. But I crossed the line, and I told the lie. Words and actions that I can never take back.
The temptation was all the time there, but I held it at bay. I was able to keep things together for several years. Until our paths crossed. The forbidden fruit that was dangled in front of me. The one that I could not withstand. Until she came into my life. But I am no victim.
Such a pretty young thing, I was unsuspecting. Sure I was attracted to her. Who wasn’t? But what would a girl like her ever want with a man like myself? A married man, several years older, old enough to be her father.
She was a breath of fresh air. She lit up rooms. Gorgeous, intelligent, magnetic. People were drawn to her, not just myself, but everyone. She never said a bad word about anyone, or anything. A total sweetheart. Positive and uplifting. Sincere in her thoughts, words, and actions.
When you spoke with her it was as if you were the only person in the world. With her complete undivided attention, she hung on your every word. So kind and so genuine, and everyone got the same treatment.
Working in the same office and in the same department, I spent nearly as much time around her as I did my wife and family. Long hours, projects, meetings, we became close friends and colleagues.
I all the time sensed that there was something between us. But I shrugged it off. I was sure I had misread her sweet, gentle, personality as something more than it was.
I remember the day when I crossed the line.
Both of us were in a large conference room with dozens of people. A meeting we both had to attend. Neither of us had any particular purpose for being there, other than just having to be present.
Bored and distracted, I admired her from across the room. She was sitting taking notes, looking so gorgeous in her blouse, skirt, and heels, legs crossed. Appropriate office attire, but she wore it so well. Such a sexy young thing.
She looked up and caught me stealing at glance at her. The typical reaction when a man is caught looking is to look away, to try and play it cool. I didn’t.
I lifted my eyebrows and flashed her a coy smile. Busted, but I was not ashamed. I expected her to roll her eyes or to look away, but she didn’t. We locked eyes and she matched my confidence and intensity, looking directly into my eyes and returning a flirtatious smile.
There were unspoken words.
The meeting rolled on for hours that afternoon. We entertained each other by stealing glances. We danced and we played with one another from across the room. The others were oblivious to what was going on between us. A rush of excitement, that every time I put eyes on her, within a few seconds she would return the favor. Looking back at me with her allure, her pretty eyes, a smile, a shift in her chair, the bite of her lip, or playfully nibbling the end of her pen. Fucking me with her eyes.
Unspoken words, but when we left that meeting we both had said all there was to be said.
I approached her desk toward the end of the day, the office had thinned out, just a few coworkers still lingering. Trying to be discreet, I spoke to her quietly.
“Hey, um, I don’t know how to say this here.”
She looked up at me with a grin.
“Yeah, I agree, not here. But here’s my number.”
She scribbled her phone number and tore an edge of a piece of paper, and handed it to me.
“When is a good time to call?” I asked her quietly.
“You can call me tonight.” She answered.
My heart raced as I left the office and drove home that evening. I contemplated my next steps. Would I call her? Should I call her? Would I be able to go on being around her if I passed up this opportunity?
At the dinner table that night with my wife and kids, it was like I was not even there. I barely touched my plate. I listened as they rambled on about their days and I smiled half-listening to what they were saying. My thoughts were completely with her.
Later in the evening I found a quiet part of the house. I held my phone and the paper she had given me. My hand trembled and I felt butterflies. I felt a feeling I had not felt since adolescence. Usure and insecure. Afraid to make the next move.
What was I about to do? What line was I about to cross? A sudden shame and guilt came over me.
I was torn. I had taken a vow. I knew that this was the point of no return. At this point I had looked but I had not touched. I had not tasted this forbidden fruit.
I decided to text her.
“Hey listen, I have thought about it, and I don’t think we should do this.”
She texted back.
“225 Melody Ln. Apartment 204. Door is unlocked.”
A stared back down at the message shocked. I searched for a reason, any reason to turn back the clock. To go back to where I came. Before I had already strayed, but I already crossed the line and I knew it. It was too late.
Without caution I drove to her in the darkness of night. I found my way to her, up the stairs and into her apartment. Unlocked as she had told me.
When I entered she stood in a doorway across the living space. Most certainly the door to her bedroom.
She was stunning. More gorgeous than I had ever seen her.
She stood in a rose colored negligee. Her hair pulled around hanging over one of her breasts. A look of desire upon her face. I looked at her deliberately. I was there for one reason. To be with her.
I crossed the room to her. Closer and closer, Her legs and feet bare, I could see her breast through the sheer fabric that she wore.
I stood in front of her. I looked down, and her up at me. I started to speak. She stopped me placing her finger over my mouth to stop me from speaking. There were to be no words.
She took my hands and stepped backwards into her bedroom pulling me along step by step. In the dim space we stood, looking at one another, savoring the moment, the moment before we took our next step into one another.
She took my hand and pushed it down between her legs, looking me in the eye as she guided my hand to show me her secret place. Under her negligee up her warm soft thighs I found her secret, no panties. A soft sigh as I parted her feeling her wetness. She was dripping. She bit her lip, the same look she had given me in the conference room, fucking me with her eyes.
My cock was throbbing and engorged. She unbuckled my pants and unzipped me, my hand still exploring her. My clothes peeled off in seconds, her lingerie fell to the ground, neither one of us could wait a second longer.
She pulled me back onto her bed and I was upon her. Sucking at her neck and breasts, she arched her back to allow me to ravage her. She wrapped her legs around me.
My cock found her entrance within a second and I slid inside of her tight wet hole. Her body felt strange and unfamiliar as I worked myself in and out of her. She contorted slightly to allow me the deepest penetration, her legs in the air, she pulled on my hips inviting me deeper into her.
Unable to withstand this forbidden fruit. I indulged in her.
The room was spinning out of control, we were on a whirlwind. A hedonistic dance through the forest. We explored one another. We danced and we spun and we played. Rejecting any notion that what we had was wrong, that it was not supposed to happen, that we did not belong there together. We were lost in our moment. Lost in one another.
I held myself there inside her and did not move. Twitching, my precum leaking inside of her. She looked up at me and her expression said what I knew. The look on her face was so warm, and inviting. So sincere. Like I was the only person in the world. There in that moment. Our unspoken words. She gave me permission, her willingness, her acceptance.
I exploded into her. Filling her with my seed. A powerful release. Throbbing and pulsating inside of her. She went limp as I filled her.
I rolled to the side and she nestled into my chest. We spoke in soft conversation, so loving, so natural. Often there is an awkwardness after the act, especially when it is with a new forbidden lover.
There was nothing uncomfortable about this. This gorgeous creature, showing me that same warmth and sincerity that draws people to her. The world would tell us that we do not belong together because of our ages, and because I am a married man. There in that moment, everything felt so right. Everything still feels right.
We carried on our love affair for many weeks after that night. We kept our secret, hiding it from the world. We both tasted the fruit knowingly, we knew the consequences, and there is no turning back now. There is no end in sight.
She now carries my child inside her womb, a child the world would call illegitimate, but it could not be further from the truth. I love her deeply.
I have guilt, because she is now the other woman in my life. I feel she deserves better, but we are lost in one another, unable to discover a way out. We are mismatched lovers, so wrong for one another, but also so right.
NSFW: yes
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Snuggle_Daddy, Excellent writing style, Great pacing, and no run-on sentences, as I have. Glad to see you have an offer to read this story for the world. With the right person as gthe lead, this could be your next big-break.
Best of luck, Dude !!