20 comments/ 57312 views/ 12 favorites Workplace Affair with a Hot Wife By: samandjean A few years ago, a young woman came to work for me. I will call her Cheryl, to protect her and me. She was only 5' tall and very pretty in a cute way. There was an innocent air about her that made you assume she was very conventional and conservative. I would have been more interested in her if I had known what lurked beneath that deceiving exterior. Cheryl was 7 years younger than me and was also married. She was inexperienced in this field of work, and I was very happy to teach her everything I knew. Cheryl was very appreciative and looked up to me as her mentor. I have done this with a number of young women over the years but this was the only time I ever got in trouble. Cheryl and I traveled as part of our business. We would be together a lot and we would talk for hours. She thought I was really smart and that seemed to be as sexy to her as if I was the most handsome guy in the world. I don't know if most women consider "smart" sexy, but Cheryl did. So, Cheryl was petite and cute as hell. When she smiled, there were few women who looked as beautiful, in my opinion. She had long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, great legs and a shapely ass. Her breasts were very tiny, however. I LOVE petite women, and she was about as petite as they come. So she and I became very good friends from all the time we spent together. Women often tell me I'm a very good listener and they often end up telling me more than they intend to. Another woman who once worked for me once said "I can't believe I'm telling you all this!" It was the same with Cheryl. One day, we were traveling to a client's meeting and she invited me over to her house for coffee before we went to the meeting. By this time, we had worked together for about 9 months. It was a funny feeling being in her house and by then, I really did like her and found her attractive. However, I was very hesitant to push things further because I really did love my wife. Plus, I didn't think Cheryl would be interested since she seemed so innocent. At one point while we were having our coffee, I had the urge to kiss her. I resisted, fortunately, because she told me much later that she would have been offended if I had (it was still too early in our relationship and we were both married). She did tell me many months later that after that day we spent together, she came home and was on an emotional high; she said she felt as if she had been on a great date. As I mentioned before, we spent a lot of time together and talked for hours about various subjects. One day on a business trip about 18 months after we had met, Cheryl and I got on the subject of sex. I teased her that she was just a repressed, innocent little Catholic girl. She responded by saying she wasn't as innocent as I thought. This peaked my interest. I told her I didn't believe her and she got a little defensive. I said she probably had never done oral sex, for example. She quickly told me I was wrong. We then started to get into some details. We both were getting turned on and she even admitted that I was making her panties wet. I could tell from the way she spoke and looked at me that she was getting excited. We went to lunch and continued the conversation. Based on some questions I asked her, Cheryl then told me about some of her previous lovers, which really surprised me. In order continue our conversation, I asked her if she wanted to get a beer. She quickly agreed. I was really pleasantly surprised because Cheryl had seemed so conservative. Being such as small woman, she also looked so innocent. We went to a bar and continued to talk. She was scheduled to go to Atlanta the next week to visit one of our clients. I had tried to convince her that I should go with her, but she had wanted to go alone. At one point in the conversation, I said that with the things we were talking about today, "can you imagine what we might say to each other if we were alone in Atlanta." She shocked me by responding: "Can you imagine what we might DO together if we were alone in Atlanta." I was surprised and sort of asked her what she meant. She said it was obvious we were attracted to each other and she was afraid how far this might go if we were in another city together. This was a breakthrough in our relationship. Even though I had admired her for months and thought she was so cute, I was too afraid to ever approach her because of our work relationship. This gave me an opening, since she had really broken the barrier by mentioning there was something between us. I then admitted that I thought her very attractive and she admitted the same about me. She told me she knew that I liked her by the way I stood close to her and looked at her at work. She was obviously aware of the little verbal and physical cues that had passed between us. She described one meeting at work where a number of us were joking around and she and I looked at each other for a second longer than was necessary or normal. Women are much better at seeing these little clues than men are. The mood was broken however because we both had to use the bathroom after drinking several beers! When she returned and we sat in my car, I asked her to kiss me. She refused and said things had gone too far already and she was afraid to kiss me because she wouldn't be able to stop. It turned out that this day was also her anniversary and she was upset that she was thinking these things. I drove off very shaken emotionally because of what happened. I really hadn't realized how emotionally involved I had gotten just working with her the past 18 months. Things were different between us after that day. We continued to talk and admitted we had strong feelings for each other. We both loved our spouses, however, and it made us feel guilty. I wanted to kiss her on several occasions but she told me that if we ever kissed, she wouldn't be able to stop at just that. It would lead to us going to bed, she said. Of course, that was not a disadvantage from my viewpoint. One day, we were alone in the elevator going down to the lobby and our eyes met. She gave me a look that made it obvious how she felt about me. I quickly stepped over to her side of the elevator and said I wanted to kiss her. The way she looked at me I knew she wouldn't stop me this time. As soon as our lips touched, it was like an explosion. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it and rolled my tongue around it. I couldn't believe how strongly she was reacting, and I was surprised at how she was kissing me back. We kissed like we were starving for each other. I was in shock from the emotional intensity of it. Fortunately, she had the foresight to push me away before the doors opened. I was dazed by just this one kiss. We walked to our client's office and talked about what had happened. She admitted she couldn't wait to do it again. We got off the elevator in the client's building and quickly found a quiet corner where we pushed our bodies together and kissed passionately again. She was like a drug that I couldn't resist. She was so small and sexy. And she kissed in a way that I had never experienced before. It was incredibly passionate and urgent. This went on for a five or ten minutes until someone came out of one of the offices. We then went to our client's office but it was tough to concentrate on work. Afterwards, we went to a restaurant / bar and talked further about our relationship. She was scheduled to go to Atlanta as I said and I was disappointed that I wasn't going with her. I was very sad that I wouldn't see her for a while. On the day she was to go, there were major weather problems and her flight was cancelled. This gave us an excuse to change our plans and we booked another flight together. I was almost begging her to let me go with her, even though she worked for me. In retrospect, we thought we were being careful in the office but I'm sure people noticed there was something going on. We arrived in Atlanta and I really wanted to her in the worst way. She was resisting, however, and we only continued kissing when we had the chance. After our business was done, we went to the hotel bar and talked. She admitted she really wanted to make love to me, but she was afraid to get involved. The only thing that happened in the bar that night was that I put my hand on her legs and felt her gorgeous thighs. I tried to put my hand between her legs to caress her but she wouldn't allow it. The bartender saw what was going on and probably thought I would soon be in bed with her. She wouldn't let me go any further. We went up to our rooms and she kissed me goodnight outside her door. She told me later that she had masturbated furiously that night, thinking about making love to me. Needless to say, if she wanted me to stop trying to seduce her, she shouldn't have told me that! After we got back from Atlanta, we continued talking and kissing when we had the opportunity. Sometimes after everyone else from the office had left, we would have some fun. We would go into the file room and kiss and I would lick her belly button. She would go crazy and moan and claim there was a direct connection to her pussy. Then one night in the office, I finally got my hands down her pantyhose and between her legs. Since we had been kissing, she was soaking wet; I couldn't believe how wet she was. I rubbed her and she moaned loudly. I pulled my hand out and brought it to my lips. Her cum was literally dripping from my fingers and I slowly licked it off. She tasted fantastic. She said "Oh my God, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen." I then told her I loved her full bush, and then she strangely got angry with me. She thought this meant that I had a lot of experience with other women. She asked me how I knew what other women looked like and she became very angry and jealous. She was afraid she was just the latest in a long list of my conquests, but it was absolutely untrue. She started yelling at me. This gave me my first indication from the way she reacted that she could be a little strange. At that time, however, I brushed it off and just thought she was jealous. She would go home at night but her husband always worked very late (until after 11 pm). She had a very strong sex drive, which was one of the things I really loved about her. She told me how often she masturbated (almost every night it seemed). She would lie on her bed on her knees and spread her legs wide. She would then crouch down and use her one hand to stroke herself in a circular motion, moaning loudly. Her cat used to think she was hurt. She of course told me all this in great detail, knowing that I would enjoy it. She told me how formerly, she would masturbate thinking about one of her college boyfriends, but now she was masturbating thinking about making love to me. On the one hand, she would tell me all these sexual details and then on the other, she wouldn't go any further and make love to me. She knew all that she told me about her old boyfriends and her sex life made me very aroused. Her sexual experiences started in high school. She worked at an Arby's fast food restaurant and one of the kids there would take her home with him after school or work and he would get his hands into her pants. I don't know what all went on but I would not be surprised if she hadn't gone further than this. From all the stories she told me, Cheryl was pretty wild in college, it seemed. She had fucked about 15 guys she had counted, but she didn't count one night stands, so there were many more. Usually, she had partied and was drunk. And this was a famous Catholic college! Sometimes, she said she couldn't even remember whom she had fucked. Once, she went back to her college reunion and there was a guy she had known pretty well, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember if she had gone to bed with him or not. She lost her virginity in her freshman year after getting roaring drunk. After that, she decided since she wasn't a virgin, it didn't matter how many times or how many guys she went to bed with. She told me the one thing she regretted was not making love to a black guy while in college. She did have a black friend who almost succeeded. He would joke with her that since she was so short and her head was not much higher than his waist, she could stand there and "take care of him" with no trouble. Once he did get her naked and they kissed for a while but she had second thoughts about making love to him. She said she "probably wasn't drunk enough at the time." She told me a lot of other stories about her experiences. Again, I should have realized from these stories that she had some issues. Once, a friend of her brother's came to see him but he wasn't home. Instead, he invited her out to dinner and she ended up fucking him before the night was over. Another time she was at a party with her older brother. She became very drunk and the brother asked a friend to drive her home. During the ride home, he ended up forcing his penis into her mouth for her to suck. She didn't remember much more about that incident (whether he came in her mouth, etc). When I said that that was a terrible thing to do, she shrugged it off. She said that maybe she had instigated it. Cheryl also told me a story that I didn't think about much at the time, but probably gave me a clue to her character. She said she was pretty serious with a "town" guy in her junior year. She really felt something for him. I think she was living with him much of the time. However, she didn't want to be tied down with one guy in her senior year and miss all the fun. So, she dumped him. As she drove home from her junior year, she taped his picture to her dashboard and cried over him most of the way. It struck me later that if it upset her so much to leave him, why did she do it? It was because her feelings for this guy interfered with having a good time. I realized later that this was a little odd. Anyway, once day we went out on a trip in the car to call on clients. We were to meet at a convenience store to get our morning coffee. It was the most beautiful spring day. Cheryl showed up in this beautiful innocent looking white shirt and a skirt. She looked magnificent and she gave me a smile that almost killed me. I will never forget that moment when I first caught site of her that morning across the room. She could really manipulate me by just giving me the right look. I think she knew exactly what she was doing. Not that I had a lot of experience, but she was incredible at kissing. She always put her tongue into my mouth and I loved sucking on it and wrestling her tongue with mine. It was almost strange the way it seemed she and I were meant to kiss each other. I had never enjoyed kissing anyone so much, and she also claimed that no one had ever kissed her the way I did. We knew exactly what to do to with each other; there was this almost magical sensitivity and understanding. It felt as if I had known her in a prior life, even though I don't believe in that. She told me it was fate that brought us together. I don't know that I would go that far, but we really seemed to be on the same wavelength. In terms of sex, we were a perfect complement. As it turned out later, that may have been one of the few things we had in common. We got done with our business early that day and we went to a nearby state park. It was very beautiful and we parked the car in a private spot. We were all over each other, kissing and caressing. I fingered her for an hour or so and she seemed to love it. I then got her skirt up and her panties down and I got my head between her legs. She leaned her head back against the door of the car and just moaned as I licked her pussy. She was going crazy and said later that she had never been licked and sucked like that. Her husband, it seemed, didn't give her very much oral sex and she found she really loved it. She had never gotten much from her previous boyfriends, either. I think it's a sad commentary on most men that they don't know how to do this well and/or won't do it for very long. A friend of mine who is very successful with women is great at this as well and admits that it is one of his secrets. We have talked about this and how women think you're a genius if you just go down on them well and long. It almost makes you into a great lover, it seems. I know this sounds like bragging, but what I'm really saying it's sad how poor most men are as lovers. It's an advantage for guys who know how to do it because we look good by comparison to the guys who don't. Anyway, Cheryl thought I was a genius, even if it wasn't deserved. She didn't cum from my tongue (she told me later that she could only cum from fucking or masturbating in one position) but she absolutely loved getting what she wanted for the first time in her life, it seemed. Over the next few weeks, we continued to meet when we could and we would continue kissing, fondling, fingering and me going down on her. Unfortunately, she wouldn't go to a hotel or anywhere alone with me. Most of our sessions together were in the car. I tried to get her to go to a hotel, but she said she wouldn't be able to stop and she still didn't want to make love to me. One day, after licking and sucking her pussy for quite a while, she consented to sucking me for a change. At first, she didn't want to do it. She felt oral sex was the most personal thing you could do with someone. After licking her for almost an hour, I thought maybe she was waiting for me to ask her to give me some oral sex, so I did. She looked at me and said: "But that's so personal!" I of course looked at her like she was crazy after what I had been doing to her for the last hour, but I told her that it was fine, and then explained I thought she had been waiting for me to ask for it. I think she then felt guilty, so she took my dick out and sucked it into her mouth. For all her sexual experience, she wasn't very good at it at first, and I had to explain to her where the most sensitive area was underneath (she didn't even know this) and how to alternately lick and suck it. I joked with her and said "Hasn't your husband taught you anything?" She was a VERY quick study, however, and really got into it. She admitted later that she had really enjoyed it. I can still see the back of her head with her large quantity of brown hair bobbing up and down on my penis. I couldn't cum because we were parked in a public park and I was a little nervous, but it felt great. I'm not kidding or exaggerating about her being a natural. She had an instinct about sex and she was really amazing. I think it was because she loved sex more than most women. We finally got very frustrated about getting together in the car and in parking lots and parks. The final straw came one day when we were in a public park and these guys kept driving by over and over again. I found out later that this park was a place to go to get drugs and these guys thought that we were there to buy them. She finally agreed to go to a hotel on one condition. She said that I had to promise her that I would NOT make love to her. We would only do what we had been doing up until that time. Whatever she did or said, I had to promise not to give in. She said she would have no self-control and expected me to resist. We got done our customer calls one day and got a hotel near the airport. We were both pretty nervous, since neither of us had ever done anything like this before. I went to the room and she came up shortly thereafter. As soon as she came in the door, we stripped our clothes off and she was in my arms. She was gorgeous standing there with her long brown hair, her beautiful pixie face and the brown patch between her legs. Her legs and ass were muscular from running and they were her best part. She in turn had never seen me naked, and she told me I was "sooo sexy." She loved my hairy, muscular chest, she said. This of course made me feel great. I laid her down on the bed and we kissed and caressed each other. Soon I had spread her legs and was lapping at her pussy. She was very, very wet. After about 15 minutes, she reached down and pulled me up to her face. She begged me to fuck her. I told her no, I had promised her I wouldn't. She said to forget what she had said early and just make love to her! This went on for at least 5 minutes, with her coming up with reasons why I should ignore what she had told me before. Frankly, she was incredibly tempting, but I wanted to keep my word, and I didn't want to lose the opportunity of doing this again. I selfishly felt that if I went back on my word, she wouldn't trust me again and I would never get to have her naked in my arms all alone in a hotel again. Workplace Affair with a Hot Wife Then she asked if she could lay on top of me and just use my hard dick to caress her pussy lips just along the outside. I consented to this. Within a minute, she had shoved her body down on my penis and I was deep inside her. She looked at me with this sweet innocent look, just like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I gently told her I couldn't do this, because I had promised her. I carefully pulled her ass up and off of me. She was disappointed but didn't fight me. Cheryl was very smart and she then came up with another reason. She said "What was the definition of this time anyway" and that I had complied with her request and that we had passed into the next time so fucking her now wouldn't be a violation of my word. I was starting to weaken because she looked so beautiful splayed naked underneath me. Just as I was about to surrender to her arguments she finally she gave up. She said she couldn't believe I could be that strong. Cheryl at least knew beforehand that she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Believe me, I was VERY tempted. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. Sexually, I had become obsessed with her. It was almost all I could think about. After the session in the hotel, Cheryl was not interested in just doing it in parks anymore. I couldn't blame her. However, we did get together once in a while in the car, sometimes behind an office building near her train station. She seemed to enjoy playing with my dick now, and would suck me from time to time. I was hard almost all the time I was around her. Once in the parking lot at night I asked her to masturbate herself for me. She smiled at me for at least 10 seconds and looked like she would do it, but then changed her mind at the last second. She LOVED sex and this really impressed me. Once in this same parking lot we were going at it and I actually got my cock into her but I was afraid to move. I didn't want her to get upset and throw me off her so I didn't start pumping her. I just waited and she didn't do anything, she wasn't fighting me. I was afraid to continue, however. I moaned out her name in my heat. At least I had gotten inside her finally, although it was brief and not very satisfying. We talked on the phone a lot. Once she was all alone and said she was playing with herself thinking about me. I asked her if she would masturbate while I talked to her. She said she would if I helped her. I told her in detail what I wanted to do to her and how I would do it. Within 15 seconds, she was moaning loudly. I wasn't sure whether she was coming or just enjoying this so I kept talking. She told me later that she came almost immediately and then came again as I kept talking. She was incredible. We got together in another hotel a week or so after the first time. I loved spreading her legs and sucking and licking her beautiful pussy. She was always so wet and tasted so good. Her hair was kept trimmed but she was not shaved. She then took my dick in her mouth and sucked me. She looked absolutely beautiful laying there on her stomach with her legs bent and her tiny little feet against the wall. The swell of her ass was beautiful and contrasted so nicely with her little waist. She had really muscular legs, which I just loved. Finally, for the first time, she was sucking me in a hotel room all alone and I was ready to come. I gently pulled her face away so she wouldn't have to swallow me. As I was coming on my stomach, she lowered her head and swallowed my dick and a shot or two of my cum. She seemed to really enjoy swallowing it and it turned me on to see this. She then did something interesting. She lowered her body onto mine and proceeded to rub my cum between us, moaning appreciatingly. She said she loved the feel of my cum on her body. I kind of looked shocked as she was creating this sticky mess on our bodies, and she noticed and stopped what she was doing. I had just cum so I had lost some of my horniness, unfortunately. I felt badly then because I really enjoyed the fact that she was so sensual and sexy to the point that she even loved my cum spread on her. She loved sex and I felt she was incredible. However, she seemed mostly ashamed of her interest in sex, which was too bad. Obviously, I had not helped her in this instance. After this first time in a hotel, we drove away and she was worried. She told me she was afraid that now that I had "had" her, I wouldn't be interested in her any more. On the contrary, I wanted her more than ever, but I was feeling guilty and she sensed that. We actually both felt guilty at what we were doing, but it wasn't as powerful as the emotional pull that we both felt for each other. She told me that when she would get home after being with me, as she unlocked the door, she would have this wave of guilt flow over her. In many ways, she had some issues but she was not a bad person. We had to go to Atlanta again for two days and two nights on business. Cheryl decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to finally consummate our long simmering relationship. Although she had resisted for several months, she was now ready to give in and make love to me fully. In retrospect, it is amazing that it took us 18 months to first admit our attraction for each other and then another several months to actually reach the point where she was ready make love to me without any reservations. When we got to the hotel, they even gave us two rooms adjacent to each other. I thought this was a good sign. Unfortunately, they had no connecting doorway. We went out to dinner at a restaurant in the Galleria. As we were seated, I noticed a group of young men at a nearby table who were laughing and carrying on. They seemed to be having a great time and didn't notice us. Cheryl and I talked and looked at each other across the table. All of a sudden, this group of guys became completely silent. They were looking at us. Although we weren't doing anything except talking quietly, they seemed to sense the sexual heat between us and were staring at this couple, who obviously were up to something, I guess. She did have a way of looking at me which just drove me crazy. After dinner, we couldn't wait to get back to the hotel. This time, I slowly stripped off her clothes. She was so petite and beautiful. She was breathing heavily and she moaned when I touched her between her legs. We were both almost crazy with anticipation. After I stripped, I pulled her legs up and wrapped them around me. I then carried her to the bed. I bent down at her feet and spread her legs. I then started kissing her beautiful small feet. I kissed slowly up her one leg, then stopped to do the same on her other leg. I stopped each time near but just before I touched her pussy. She seemed to love this and was moaning and going crazy. She used to tell her husband to tease her while they were having sex. I think she loved to be teased and have the tension build. I finally bent down and licked her pussy. I would alternately lick her, fuck her with my tongue and then suck on her clit. It was frankly harder to go down on her because she had almost no pussy lips, so it was difficult get a hold of something with my mouth. She didn't seem to complain as I manipulated her with my tongue. She looked incredibly beautiful splayed out in front of me. Her face with her eyes closed looked gorgeous, and her body was almost perfect. Her least attractive feature was her set of very tiny breasts, but they looked great as I looked up at them through her legs. At one point she got up on her elbows and asked if she could watch me as I licked her pussy. I said "sure" and she did that for a while, but seemed embarrassed as I looked back up at her, so she stopped. At one point she leaned down and tried to pull me up, saying she wanted me inside her, but I teased her by refusing. She gave up and allowed me to continue sucking her. Finally, I did move up her body and I slowly entered her. At first, she wrapped her legs around my waist and moaned. She then seemed embarrassed at her passion and put her legs down again. Being inside her was wonderful and I pushed her arms up over her head and held her hands down like I was forcing her to fuck me. She was a very intelligent, independent professional woman with a feminist attitude, but she seemed to like to be dominated a little in bed. As I pumped into her she began to moan quite loudly. I would vary the speed of my thrusts, and once in a while grind and rotate my hips into her. I LOVED how enthusiastic she was. I have often said that for a woman to be considered great in bed, all she had to do was just be extremely enthusiastic. That is an exaggeration, of course, but not much of one. Cheryl was the most enthusiastic lover I had ever had. Obviously, the excitement caused by the build-up of our sexual tension over the last 6 months and the newness of our sexual relationship helped. For many years, I had sort of taught myself how to keep from coming too soon. I pumped away at her for at least an hour without coming. I finally couldn't stand it any more and came into her. After a few minutes, I was hard again and she crawled on top of me. This was her favorite position, the only one she could cum in. She was moaning loudly as she straddled me and bounced up and down on top of me. She was so hot and forceful, she was bruising my pelvic area. As she bounced on top of me, I was caressing her body and legs, and pulling her down to kiss me from time to time. She was getting louder and louder and finally she almost screamed as she came. After she calmed down, I asked her if she didn't want me to caress her or kiss her as she was coming? She laughed and admitted that she would have preferred to cum without any distractions. She then said something about how I was the only guy she knew who asked so many questions about technique and what she liked. I told her that if you didn't ask questions of your lover, you couldn't improve! Anyway, we spent the next few hours having some of the best sex of our lives. She was really into it. I don't remember many more all the details of it from then on. I know I came three times in her. She told me later that being away from home allowed her to be much more relaxed. I wanted to stay the night with her, but she wouldn't let me. She was afraid that one of our spouses would call in the middle of the night. She also didn't want me to see her in the morning without her make-up after a night's sleep. She said she wanted to preserve my illusion that she was beautiful, or something like that. We did fall asleep together for a few minutes, but she then told me to leave. The next morning, I knocked on her door and she answered in her cute little white bra and panties. She looked ravishing, to say the least. I think she had planned this: how I would see her for the first time the next morning. She certainly knew what she was doing! Both of us were a little timid after our long lovemaking session of last night. She gave me a quick little kiss on the lips and then she went back to her dressing. We were having breakfast with a business client that morning. She asked me if I thought they could tell by the way we acted that we were lovers. I told her absolutely not. If they had been women, they might have been able to sense something, but men are much less observant. I was completely in lust with this woman, and I was afraid I was actually falling in love with her. It seemed like events were completely out of my control, as were my emotions. She told me that I had this strange power over her and that I could make her do things that she wouldn't normally do. The same could be said for me. I had a strange insight into love, sex, fidelity and my emotions that night at dinner, however. I tell you this knowing full well how badly it makes me look. As I was having dinner that night with this incredibly sexy woman that I thought I was falling in love with, another couple came in and sat at the booth behind Cheryl. The woman was magnificently beautiful and I almost couldn't take my eyes off of her. Here I was sitting alone with my new lover, a woman with whom I was completely in lust with, and I'm gawking at this beauty behind her. I fully realized what I was doing. What was wrong with me? For that matter, I had a beautiful, wonderful, incredibly loving wife at home and here I was, wanting Cheryl, and then wanting this new woman. I can't explain it other than to say that these sexual attractions were beyond my control. I'm sure women can come up with a much less charitable view also, such as "all men are scum" or something similar. But it was a revelation to me, and something I was not proud of. After this trip, we spent a number of afternoons in hotels and the sex was just unbelievable. We both had incredible stamina and desire for each other. I would have stayed there all night if I could have, but our spouses expected us home. The best time I remember that we were together after Atlanta we spent 5 hours making love. The time went very quickly and we both had a great time. She was so passionate and she fueled my desire by her passion. Our affair continued for about 9 months, but only about 6 months that we had been making love. However, because we were both married and had to work together, it was difficult for us to get together very much. We went to a hotel only 5 or 6 times. I really only made love to her a few times, which is surprising considering how passionate we were about each other. She would become guilty and try to break things off for a while. Then she would feel the need to be with me, her resistance crumbling. There were two other young women who worked with me and Cheryl would be very jealous of them (even though I had no interest in them). She surprised me by saying some very negative things about them, which showed how jealous she was. I started to see another side of her as we became closer emotionally. Early on in our relationship, I was telling her how wonderful she was and how much I admired her. She was silent for a minute and just looked at me with a very serious look and said in a low, quiet voice: "You don't know me." Many months later, I realized she was right; she had a side to her that I hadn't seen. She told me a story that was very enlightening and yet also kind of scary. The night before she was married, she warned her husband not to go to any strip clubs or anything. She was very, very jealous. At some point in the evening, her husband and his friends disappeared and she thought they had gone to one of these clubs. She was furious, and also very drunk by this time. She decided she would get her revenge. She called up her ex boyfriend and told him she wanted to make love to him that night. He knew she was drunk and fortunately he was with his new girlfriend, so she didn't go through with it, but she would have if she had the chance. She later told her husband what had happened. He was obviously very upset that she would consider doing this on the night before her wedding. It turned out, he had only gone to another bar with his friends and he was completely innocent. This was an indication of how emotionally volatile she was, however. We were driving back from a client one day and she started to criticize me for something or another. Then she got on the fact that what we were doing was wrong, and why didn't it bother me more, etc. She started to yell at me for one thing or another. I finally just lost it and started to cry. She was shocked by this, but I couldn't help it. I loved her by now but she could become unhinged and scream at me at times for various strange reasons. She was somewhat emotionally unstable. Once, we went to Atlanta and she told me that we weren't going to do anything on this trip. I told her that was fine since I was starting to get tired of her back and forth moods. While we were driving by a drugstore, she asked if maybe we shouldn't stop and get some condoms. I told her "no" since she had just got done telling me an hour ago that we were not going to do anything. Later that evening, we were in her room and she decided she wanted to get into bed with me naked, but not to make love. I of course couldn't resist this. She then proceeded to ask me to caress her pussy lips with my dick without entering her. I should have known where this was going, but I went ahead and did it, sliding underneath her. She quickly shoved her body down onto me and I entered her. She continued to pound me for a few minutes until she came. At that point, I was very worked up, but her guilt then kicked in and she decided we were done. I left her room very frustrated. She then proceeded to call me several times that night to discuss the situation and express her guilt over what we had done. This was just one example of how difficult things were becoming with her. After a few months of us not seeing each other except at work, she decided she missed me too much and wanted to restart our relationship. Before we could get together, I went on vacation and called her from there and I could tell something was wrong. She assured me that everything was fine. However, due to some family issues, she had finally decided to break things off with me. I don't know what we would have done if it had continued; I was completely smitten with her. Would I have left my beautiful, sweet wife? I truthfully don't know. I'm glad now that things ended, but it was very painful for me. I was truly in love with her and I was very, very hurt when it ended. She still worked for me and she became more and more difficult. (I'm sure any woman reading this is probably saying: "So what did you expect!") She became argumentative and seemed to look for reasons to be difficult. At one point, I'd about had it with her, and told her that we should go meet with my manager to resolve some of our differences. I told my manager that she was being difficult and we may want to meet with him. He looked VERY uncomfortable because I'm sure he had heard the rumors. She backed off from that point, realizing finally that she was in the wrong. She just wanted to use the hold she had over me to make things difficult, since I think she thought I was maybe involved with someone else at that point and she was jealous. She actually accused me of this with one of the women at work. This was completely untrue, however. I truthfully was still in love with her and would have gotten together with her in a minute, if I could have. About a year after our affair ended, she became pregnant with her first child and after giving birth, she did not come back to work. In fact, she dragged this whole episode out and made things difficult, which was her nature, I'm afraid. We spoke from time to time on the phone over the years after that but things were never been the same. I truly miss our friendship and sometimes regret that we didn't stay friends instead of becoming lovers. (I don't think she would have been as difficult a friend as she was once she became my lover.) Do I regret what happened? Yes and no. Our affair was one of the emotional high points of my life. She was the only other woman besides my wife that I had loved. The sex was the best I have ever had. I don't know if we could have changed events or not. Maybe she had been correct: it was fate that we became lovers and fate that it ended the way it did. I do still miss her. I have never had an affair since and have remained faithful to my wife for over 10 years now. And I still think of her often.