Ted was sitting at his desk late on Tuesday afternoon. Because it was already dark outside, most of the people in his part of the building had already gone home for the day. Having been divorced for almost two years, Ted wasn’t in any rush to go home. The idea of going to his empty kitchen to find something to eat didn’t appeal to him and he would often work into the evening.
He went through a mental checklist to make certain that he had enough scotch in his liquor cabinet to get him through the night. Ted disliked the local bar scene and found that drinking at home saved him money. He also disliked watching the men in bars trying to pick up the ladies that made the rounds. Being alone wasn’t something that he enjoyed, but he just couldn’t seem to get himself to ask a woman to dance or ask to buy her a drink.
Drinking alone was never a good idea, but as there was nothing on television that interested him, he tended to spend his evenings with a drink in one hand and a book in the other. Since he had never stumbled drunk into bed, he determined that he wasn’t doing anything harmful to his body. It wasn’t a great way to live, but it was the routine he had carved out for himself since his wife had walked out.
As he sat there staring at his computer monitor without actually seeing anything, he heard a light knock on his office door. Looking up he saw the lovely Michelle Lawton standing in his doorway.
“Working late again?” she asked.
Ted had to admit that he had been enjoying the short visits that he was getting from Michelle almost every day for the last couple of months. He guessed her to be in her early 40’s. Not only was she pretty, but she had an exceptionally good body. He had noted many months ago that Michelle was proud of her breasts and seemed to always wear clothes that gave a man an excellent view of cleavage.
Here she was once again, stopping in for a visit late in the day. He smiled at her saying, “Oh, I’m not really working. I’m just too lazy to get up and go home. But the late afternoon and early evening is a great time for me to catch up on my reading. The phones don’t ring and I don’t get many visitors.”
“I don’t mean to bother you,” she said stepping back toward the door.
“Please,” he said starting to stand. “I’m always happy to see you, Michelle. Your visits are the high point of my day.”
“Oh you big sweet talker,” she said with a broad smile.
“It’s true,” he told her. “Please, come in and sit down. I need to clear my head of this junk I’m forced to read. Besides, spending some time talking with a beautiful woman is never a waste of time.”
“I think that’s the reason I enjoy talking with you, Ted. You always have something nice to say and I like thinking you are flirting with me.”
The conversation in her daily visits had moved from polite conversation about their work to things outside the office. Ted had learned that she had been married for almost twenty years. She had a teenage son at home. Her husband worked with the military, going to work fairly early and usually home by 4:30. Her husband usually had dinner started by the time she got home and their evenings were generally spent sitting in front of the television set. She had a laptop computer at home and spent her evenings with it in her lap playing games and keeping up with Facebook while he watched Dancing With the Stars and endless sitcoms.
In the last couple of weeks their conversations had become much more personal. One evening last week he had finally commented on how much he enjoyed her display of cleavage. She had told him that she had not been blessed with large breasts and over ten years ago saved enough money to get them enlarged. She told him that she had been a member of the ‘itty bitty titty club’ too long and now would have big firm breasts past her 80th birthday.
He had laughed when she told him the story about her breasts as she took one in each hand and gave them a squeeze. She had smiled at him saying that she enjoyed the fact that he looked.
“Is it that obvious?” he had asked.
Michelle didn’t answer him directly, rather saying, “I always think of it as a compliment.”
A week ago she had asked about his wife and the reason for their divorce. Ted didn’t really like to talk about the divorce, but for some reason felt compelled to answer her questions. She had listened intently as he told her that he and his wife had drifted apart. She had a good job and was devoted to making herself more valuable to her employer and gaining promotions. In the first ten years of their marriage they had enjoyed an active sex life, but the last five years had been quite cold. He eventually discovered that she had been having sex with the president of her company. That had been the final straw for him.
Once he had opened up for Michelle, Ted had no problem asking her about her sex life at home. She had confessed that like Ted, her sex life had become somewhat stale. She and her husband generally had sex once or twice a week. She surprised Ted when she went into some detail, saying that most of the time her husband wanted to be on top and always seemed to cum quickly.
She had even admitted that while her husband had been away on an assignment for three months, she had a short affair with a woman she had met at a school meeting. Michelle had enjoyed the time they spent together and admitted that she might still be doing it if the other woman hadn’t stopped, thinking that her husband would find out. She had finished that particular conversation with a very surprised Ted by telling him that the affair was strictly sexual. She admitted that her only interest in the woman was finding ways to have more orgasms.
It seemed to Ted that each day when she came by his office she had something on her mind. It wasn’t difficult for him to see that their conversations were becoming more personal and more sexual. He had decided to let her lead their talks in the direction she wanted. Perhaps she was interested in starting another affair. If that was what she had in mind, Ted was not going to do anything to dissuade her.
Each day when she stopped by his office, most of his office mates and all of the assistants were gone. Ted was beginning to see a pattern. He decided that she had an agenda and he was going to let it play out. Today he felt like she had something that she wanted to talk about and waited for her to bring it up.
After some small talk, Michelle leaned forward as if to keep their conversation personal. Of course, the first thing that happened was that Ted got a great view of her ample breasts. In the last two weeks he had stopped trying to hide the fact that he was admiring her lovely globes.
“I have a question to ask you, Ted,” she began. “You know that my son is 17. He’s almost a grown man physically.” She scooted forward a bit in her chair and said, “Over the weekend I saw him masturbating in his room. His door wasn’t quite closed and I looked in as I walked past his room. He was lying on his back and stroking his hard cock.”
Ted didn’t want to be rude if she saw something important in mentioning what she had seen but said, “Well, you know, most teenage boys spend a lot of time ‘spanking the monkey.’ What he was doing was quite normal.”
“Do you think so, Ted?” she asked.
“Sure I do,” he told her. “Didn’t you masturbate when you were a teenager?”
“Not really,” she said with a slight blush. “You might say that I was a little late coming to that party.”
Ted dislodged his eyes from trying to see her nipples and said, “If you think there is something wrong with what he’s doing, why don’t you tell his father? Have you ever seen your husband masturbate?”
“No … never,” she answered quickly.