Part Three: Get Ready. Get Set. Cheat!

My rebirth as a cheating wife and how I got there

One finger is never enough

A few days later when working from home, my pal asked where I was and said that he missed me in the office. We got to chatting about being open and honest. This is when he said that he was looking for something more in life, a new experience, a new person. I told him he should chat with his spouse if he wanted to try new things. The chat stopped there.

But the seed he planted started growing. What did he mean? I didn’t understand. I felt I had to take it further. I am inquisitive by nature and have to perceive the world around me. The following week when back at the office, I went and asked him for the ride he always joked about. We went into his fancy car and had a lovely drive but something felt different.

There was an awareness of him as a man now. I always found him handsome but now I thought about him as a man. I kept looking at his hand on the stick as it sat so close to my thigh. I wondered what it would be like to have him touch my leg. When we got back, I thanked him for the ride. Being honest, he told me that he wanted to put his hand on my leg. My mind was blown. Me — My leg or anyone’s leg… Him — well…🤣 u were in the car with me weren’t u…

I couldn’t process what he was saying. By the end of the day, I went to his office for a private chat. I told him that he couldn’t possibly want to put his hand on my leg. He challenged my reply that he wanted me. I frankly asked him if he thought I was attractive. He flatly and quickly replied yes. I was mortified.

My pal wanted me and I didn’t understand why. He gave me a few reasons why and I couldn’t think. We started talking again about a new experience and I clued in. He wanted an affair with me. I was ready to cry. I couldn’t handle what I was feeling or thinking. My distress showed, so he apologized.

“Let’s forget about it. You’re still my pal.”

He hugged me and I left to start my weekend. Friday night into Saturday morning, I kept thinking about what he said. All his clues along the way. The hugs and getting closer. Us sharing pictures and laughter. Private chats. His way of helping me to get closer to him. I didn’t see it because he was my friend. But could he be my lover? I was so tired of being alone and sad. So my next text started off a weekend of sexy messages.

Me — i wanted u to put your 🖐on my 🦵..🧨🧨🧨

He was surprised and amazed by my reply. We started talking over the course of the weekend and talked about touching each other, exploring each other’s bodies. I made a joke about the “Y” and he replied that it was his favorite place to eat out. My body went into overdrive. My senses awoke and my libido came roaring back.

The long problem with iron levels was finally fixed and I had a healthy sex drive again to the point of overdrive. I touched myself thinking of him tonguing me and eating me out. I was truly awake and looking for something to help me soar.

We spent two weeks chatting with each other but keeping it very quiet at work. That first Monday when he came to say Hi, we shared a very awkward dry kiss in my office (door closed). Our messages were hot and steamy with promises written but shortly into our chat, he thought I was developing feelings for him.

I did not know what I was doing in the slightest. I hadn’t dated nor talked with another man in over 20 years. I had never dated or slept with a co-worker before so my work was being affected. I tried to stay off my phone but the sexy attention was addictive. I started to crave his attention even more. I told him that I wanted respect and friendship in all this, but he said that I was falling in love with him.

Did I want to hug him? Did I want to kiss him? Did I want him to bend me over my desk and fuck me senseless? Absolutely, yes to all of this. But love? I already had love at home. So I assured him, that love was the last thing I wanted from him. We kept working towards a first encounter.

I sent him a sassy letter, describing how he would come into my office and bend me over on my desk. His hands would dip under my dress pants, slipping under my panties to caress my bottom. Then he’d gently move the panties aside and slip his fingers into my wetness.

One at first, then two and three. Pumping me and keeping me quiet so the ears outside my door would not hear. I wrote that I came quickly under his fingers and he put me back to rights. Before walking out, I imagined that he would lick his fingers and wish me a good day.

My co-worker loved all this and we talked madly. Yet I couldn’t hug him and couldn’t touch him in the office. I didn’t want to go have sex in a car nor a blow job. If I was going to cheat on my husband, I wanted it to be an experience and have a day or hours with someone. It needed to give me what I missed the most; intimacy, passion and fun.

I quickly saw that my pal didn’t want the same. I am still not sure what he wanted but now I believe that he wanted easy and convenient in a way that made him feel he wasn’t cheating. Of all the things I am, easy and convenient are not me.

I knew what I wanted. Now how to get it?

Wonder how this all started? See below for my happy ending (also the beginning):