It was several weeks after Tyler showed up in the office. My fantasy love affair with him was raging whenever I was alone at home. Tyler and I had sat across from each other at lunch in the cafeteria a few times, sometimes with the others but sometimes not. It was at one of those lunches that I could no longer hold it in. I told him, "You know I had a terrible crush on you in high school."

"I'm sorry. It never occurred to me. Did you get over it?"

My answer was evasive, "Well, I had a pretty good time with Alex after we graduated."

"Word was, you had limits," he said. "I guess Alex took care of that."

I was blushing but managed to chuckle.

"And now you're married."

"Yep," I replied. That ended the subject that day.

I would smile at Tyler whenever he sat down at his desk. He would smile back at me, aware of my secret. Was this flirting?

One afternoon, when no one else was around, he quipped, "I guess you're still a girl with limits, now that you're married."

"Yeah," I replied. That hurt. but we let the subject drop.

Later that week, the group went for drinks at a local bar. I ran into him on the way back from the restroom. The hallway was empty except for the two of us. Our eyes met. He came close. He put his hands on my shoulders. His face came close. I didn't turn away. We kissed. Hard. Deep. Then separated out of fear of discovery. But he asked, "Tonight?"

"Not tonight."

I went back to the table flushed; he continued to the men's room. I realized with a shock that I hadn't exactly said no. Oh well, thank goodness for my period. I had the weekend to figure out how to undo that answer.

I couldn't get Tyler's kiss out of my mind as I kissed my husband, Brandon, when he came through the door. We never let my periods get in the way, but it had been a good reason to turn Tyler away. I wanted sex so bad, but I didn't want to seem too eager - I could have attacked Brandon at the door. At a more appropriate time, I pulled back the covers and spread out a towel on the sheet. After a bit of clit and tit foreplay, I ducked into the bathroom and took care of things. As Brandon climbed over me and shoved his cock in, it was adultery with Tyler's dick that took over my mind, Tyler's cum that filled my vagina, and Tyler's cum that leaked onto the towel.

A few minutes later, after I got things back together down below and Brandon was ready again, I got on my knees. I felt Brandon dribble cool lubricant on my asshole, followed by a pause while he took care of his dick, and then his tip at the opening. It was Tyler's dick I visualized back there. Tyler's dick that spread it open and Tyler's shaft that went deeper and deeper. My fingers played with my clit as Tyler's image fucked my adulterous rear. Brandon let out a groan as my own orgasm peaked. Tyler's cum surrounded his dick in my rear.

We flopped onto our backs, ready to fall asleep after a few cuddles. I closed my eyes and replayed tonight's scenario with Tyler in my head. The rest of the weekend didn't help me resolve my quandary. What a silly high school girl I was being. “Fuck,” I thought, “It’s only a matter of time.”

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Tyler didn't say anything on Monday. Not on Tuesday either. We seemed to be keeping our distance physically and verbally. On Wednesday, we lingered in a conference room for a minute or two after everybody left.

"The other night," he began, "you said, 'Not tonight.'"

"Uh huh," I murmured.

"I guess that was really no."

"Oh Tyler, I wish it was really no."

"Tonight?"

"Oh Tyler, Friday was my time, but nights are difficult anyway."

"I guess it can't be."

"Brandon plays golf on Sunday mornings. We don't go to church."

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Brandon's group had an 8 AM tee time. I said I would go for a hike. I had arranged my own 8 AM tee time with Tyler. Brandon saw me dressing in my usual hiking clothes, short skirt I wore on hikes that didn't involve bushwhacking, a tee, a broad-brimmed hat, and hiking boots. As he watched, I sprayed myself with sunscreen and bug juice, even though I wouldn't be needing them.

In the car outside Tyler's condo, I stuffed my panties and bra into my day pack, furtively ensuring nobody could see. I glanced at my bare sex and shook at the thought of the adulterous line I was about to cross for the first time.

"What are you doing, girl? Turn back now,” I told myself. But I wasn't about to resist hours alone with the biggest crush of my life.

Avoiding the doorbell, I tapped the door. The peep hole darkened. The door opened. I stood in front of Tyler.

"It's me," I offered nervously.

"I know," he said.

I threw myself into his arms and looked up for his kiss. Mouths wide open, we kissed for at least five minutes. Our tongues played after a while. Then Tyler's hands moved across my chest.

"Mmm. No bra!" he remarked and slipped his hands under my tee.

"Ohhh," I murmured as he gently twisted my nipples. I reached his crotch through his cargo shorts and squeezed. His hand pushed my skirt between my legs and cupped my mound through the cloth.

"Panties?"

"Yeah. In my bag," I giggled. I found the hem and pulled it up. "It's shaved, too, you see?" I giggled again as his fingers found my pussy lips. He brushed back and forth across them sending electricity down my legs.

"Thing is, I made you some breakfast. Why don't we sit down in the living room?"

I was ready to romp, and I'd already had a light breakfast, but I went along. We sat next to each other on the sofa.

Tyler had put out strawberries, cherries, sweet rolls and croissants. There was also a pitcher of Bloody Marys. I chuckled at the symbolism when I confirmed they were not Virgin Marys and very spicy at that.

"Apropos choice," I giggled again. "I can't drink too many of these," I told him. "I can't have alcohol on my breath later." But I did have two.

As we ate, we started feeding each other fruit. As he put the last cherry between my lips, he asked, "Am I taking your faithful girl's cherry?"

"Yes. Oh yes," I admitted. "But you better get going before I change my mind," I quipped. His organ needed help when I grabbed at his crotch. But it grew rapidly as I opened his shorts and massaged his jockeys. I'm sure it helped that under my skirt he again found my bare, soaking-wet cunt.

"You know," I said, "I've imagined what your cock would look like I first saw it."

"When you play with yourself?”

"Yep."

"What did it look like?"

"There were several candidates."

"From before you married?"

"Yep."

"And when you suck Brandon? ... You do suck him, don't you?"

"Yep, and Yep. His, too.” I smiled. “Right up close."

"Damn, you're naughty," he commented approvingly as he pressed a finger between my pussy lips. "Even when he fucks you?"

"Ever since you showed up at the office, I imagine it's you. Especially when you cum. When he does, that is."

As he played between my legs, I opened his shorts. "I used to imagine this when we were in school, he he. And it started again. Unveiling the secret weapon, he he!" I held myself back by only rubbing the bulge in his jockeys. Then I pulled on the waistband. "What's that poking out? A helmet?"

He pulled my skirt up. "It's ready for this pretty pussy," he chimed in as two fingers plunged into my vagina.

Waiting no longer, I pulled his waistband down. Glorious! Bigger than average. Wider but not too much. Easily 7 inches. Perfectly straight. Circumcised. "Beautiful," I said as I gently ran my fingers over it. "I can't wait to have this deep inside me."

I broke to untie my hiking boots.

"Don't bother with them. Oh boy, a girl in hiking boots!"

So, I leaned over to kiss his dick, managing not to get my cunt out of his reach. His fingers entered again to start fucking me as I licked around that helmet. I cupped my hand under his balls as I wrapped my lips around his tip. He pushed the shaft up into my mouth. Sucking, slurping at one end of my body; rocking hips at the other. We played like that for a couple minutes, my orgasm starting to build, my insides swelling to get ready.

But I stopped and said, "Not this way. You gotta cum inside me first."

Tyler stood between my legs and undressed me. I took his cock back in my mouth as he stepped out of his shoes and let his shorts down. As he pulled his T-shirt off, I let go and slid my butt to the edge of the seat.

Tyler lowered himself. I held the secret weapon at its target. The helmet pushed my folds open. Slowly, slowly, it went deeper. I wrapped my legs, heavy boots and all, around his back. I thought for a guilty second, "Forgive me, God, it isn't Brandon's cock in me." But out loud, I exclaimed, "Oh Tyler, Tyler. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

My tummy muscles pulled my cunt up as he drove home each thrust. He held his thumb against my clit which brought me to a huge climax. It doesn't happen often, but my cunt was telling me, you're gonna pee. I knew better. I didn't try to stop it. The glands in my vagina contracted and sent delightful stream of pussy juice all over his shaft. The stream ran out over his entire organ, the rug and the sofa. As he pounded away, I could tell he was trying to hold off, but we were too far along. His spunk filled my cheating love canal. He didn't stop until his limp penis fell out.

"Does that always happen?" he asked as we caught our breath.

"Pretty rare. Right lover. Right circumstance."

"Brandon?"

"Yeah, but first time was a girl," I explained.

I looked at the coffee table. "Oh God, I need another Bloody Mary." I poured one for each of us, took mine sip by sip, and ate another croissant.

After a while, he suggested, "Let's go to the bedroom." The sheets were already pulled across. We stood there naked. His glorious cock stood straight out. "You're so beautiful," he said. He pulled me close and helped his cock lay between my legs. I closed my legs tight around it as he held my tits. "Wonderful," he added as he slid his cock back and forth against my clit.

"Oh Tyler," I exclaimed between rapid breaths. Then I pushed myself away and sat on the bed. Once again, he wouldn't let me take off my boots. I rolled my legs up and laid back with my knees and boots held up and wide. He pushed his fingers back in as he climbed between my legs and laid on top of me. I pushed up against them and reached between us to tug on his cock. "Oh. Oh. Oh," we both groaned. We kissed in that position for a few moments, until he decided to kiss my ears and my neck and my tits. His cock fell out of reach. My nipples were already hard. His gentle licking sent shivers through my body. Then kisses moved down across my belly button and down. His fingers were still fucking me. Despite the mess down there, he took my mound in his mouth as his tongue found my clit. "Arrrrgghh," I screamed.

I pushed him onto his back and took his cock in my hand. The aroma and dried semen from my earlier violation were all over it. Holding it to one side, I sucked his balls in, one by one. Then I cleaned the shaft with my tongue. After tonguing his little slit, I took it deep into my mouth and started bobbing. His fingers found their way back into my pussy. Then I realized his tongue was licking my thighs. Soon his face was between my legs. His licking brought back my orgasm. I reached down to hold his head against me. It wasn't long before his moans announced the arrival of his cum. Jet after jet hit my throat, forcing me to swallow each time. “Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned.

We laid next to each other cuddling 'til he was able to climb over me and drive his shaft back in. I had gotten dry, so I had to use the KY I had in my pack before he did that. He sucked on my tits and nibbled my ears as he fucked me. We were wrapped in a deep kiss when, 15 minutes later, he finally let go inside me.

He let me take off my boots before we showered. I got his cock up with my mouth. He took me from behind. I used the spray to eliminate evidence of my wrongdoing.

Then it was time for me to go. I took a brief walk in the woods to make sure my boots were soiled. I picked up some burrs, too. Then I went home to have lunch and do some laundry, my hiking clothes included.

True to form, Brandon was ready for a gin and tonic and a 19th hole, mine, when he got back from the links.