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This all happened a couple of years ago when I was working in a small grocery store in town. My shift manager, Mandy, and I had been working together for about three years at the time. Although we’d often be quite flirtatious and often used to try and shock each other with our open talks about sexual matters, nothing had ever happened between us, and I had assumed it never would. Although I would occasionally fantasise about having some sort of sexual encounter with her, I assumed that she was happily married and I’ve never been the sort of guy to get involved with all the drama and conflict that getting involved with a married woman can entail.

Her husband played with a local rugby team and occasionally travelled abroad for tournaments without her. It was on one of these occasions, it transpired, that he apparently cheated on her. I’m not sure if he had confessed or if she had found out from someone else, but she seemed utterly devastated by the betrayal. I felt really sorry for her. She was clearly trying hard to get over it, but was finding it impossible to forgive him. She would frequently talk about how much she hated him and how she couldn’t imagine their marriage ever recovering from it. I felt sort of hopeless as a friend, because it was one of those situations that could never be put right. All I could do was lend a sympathetic ear.

One day when we were chatting about it she said that she’d started wondering if doing a little cheating herself might somehow make her feel better. She wondered it could “even the score” in her words. I said that given how bleak the outlook currently was for the two of them I guess it was worth a try, as it could hardly make matters any worse. I added, perhaps only half-jokingly, that if she needed a “volunteer” to help with her vengeance mission, she had my number and I’d be happy to help. We both laughed and nothing more was said about it (although, I confess that I went home and spent much of the evening imagining what might have happened if she’d have just agreed on the spot.)
We didn’t speak about it any more for a couple of weeks and I’d practically forgotten the conversation when the topic reared its head again and led to one of the hottest fucks I ever had…..

One night, I was asked if I’d stay and work a couple of hours overtime with her. I agreed, as I frequently did and helped her lock up the store after the other staff members had left. Mandy seemed to be acting more flirtatiously than usual. Like I mentioned before, we had all the time had a bit of a spark, but it just seemed like a playful thing rather than any real chemistry. Tonight though, she was really turning it up a notch. And she seemed just slightly more glammed up than usual. She’d had her hair done and her makeup looked as if she’d spent a little longer than usual applying it. She looked beautiful, to be honest and she seemed especially good business.

As I was enjoying her business so much, when she asked me if I’d drop what I was currently working on and help her out with something in the store room, I was more than happy to oblige.
When I got there, she was acting a little giggly and different to her usual self. I strongly suspected that she might have had a drink or two while she was on her break. She came over and stood close to me and, blushing slightly, asked if I remembered what I’d said when she was telling me about her plan to cheat on her husband. I replied that yes, I did. She took a step closer, grinning and said, “well, how about it?”. My heart skipped a beat.

I stammered for a second, practically speechless and for a moment I tried to tell myself that it would be a really bad idea. But I could already feel the blood rushing to my cock and I knew it was no point fighting the urge. I forget who moved in first, but withing moments, we were kissing passionately, our hands all over each other. As our tongues wrestled, my hand went to her breast and I could feel her nipple hardening under her t-shirt. In return, her hand went to my crotch and grabbed my dick through my jeans. “Holy shit!” she said, and laughed. I was already fully erect and (so she told me later) quite a bit bigger than her husband. She clearly couldn’t wait to feel it “in the flesh” so to speak, because she was soon fumbling with my belt and unzipping my fly and reaching into my boxers. She seemed surprised and flattered by just how turned on I was for her. As she gripped my cock and we kissed some more I was in heaven.

Eventually, she pulled my cock out of my boxers and dropped to her knees. She stroked it and smiled up at me before taking it into her mouth an sucking me like an absolute pro. As I moaned and enjoyed the sensation, I wondered to myself that her husband must be a total idiot to risk losing a woman who could suck like her. It was phenomenal. Eventually I had to tell her to stop, or else I was gonna cum. She stood up and as I stood there sort of dumbstruck with my hard cock poking out the front of my boxers, glistening with her saliva, she stripped off every item of clothing and stood naked before me, grinning. That sight is etched in my memory forever.

There was a desk and chair in the corner of the storeroom, where we’d sit and process the paperwork from deliveries. I told her to go sit in the chair and spread her legs so I could eat her pussy. She didn’t need asking twice. As she sat down, hips forward on the seat, legs spread invitingly, I quickly pulled off my clothes and stood naked before her. Her eyes darted from my eyes to my erect cock and back again and she flashed me a broad grin. I got on all fours in front of her, and after teasingly kissing my way up the inside of her silky smooth thighs, I found my face buried in her pussy, intoxicated by the scent and taste of her. It was incredible. I used every little trick I knew on that sweet perfect pussy to try and get her off. I must have been doing something right because after a while, a certain combination of tongue, lips and fingers brought her to the first trembling climax. Her juices were gushing at this point and my face and fingers were soaked. I knelt in front of her and kissed my way up her body, stopping to suck her nipples, and then up towards her neck and finally her mouth. She clearly loved tasting her juices on a man other than her husband because she kissed me with such passion and seem intent on tasting every last drop.

Eventually, she pushed me away and she began to rise up from the chair. I stood and watched as she kicked the chair away and then bent herself over the desk. Her chest flat on the desk, she didn’t need to tell me what she wanted. I positioned myself behind her, my hard cock throbbing in anticipation and teased her with the tip for a few moments, before plunging it inside her fucking her gorgeous pussy as if my life depended on it. I have no clue how long we both lasted. The memory of that intense fuck is just a blur. But I do remember feeling her knees buckle as she shook from another orgasm, at which point I pulled out and shot my load on her gorgeous smooth ass cheeks. It was incredible.
We kissed and cuddled for a little while, before getting dressed, locking up the shop and heading home.

We fucked a few times after that, but it never blossomed into a relationship. Evidently it did help her deal with her husband’s infidelity because they stayed together and are, as far as I’m aware, still together to this day.

NSFW: yes

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