A couple years ago I was working in a small office where everyone seemed to be everyone else’s best friend. The office’s core had been together for something like five or six years and anyone coming in was treated decently enough to your face – but an awful lot of talk took place behind your back. I’m a very “stay to myself” type of person when it comes to work. I don’t do happy hours; I’m not big on taking lunch breaks with co-workers. I don’t like the talk that comes along with it. There were quite a few really good-looking girls in the office and, as the months went by, I started talking (on email) with a handful. I’ve talked about one of them, the girl in the stairwell, but this is another story.

They say that a lot of affairs start in the office, I would tend to agree. I’ve developed a different stance towards marriage as the past three or so years have gone by, I will say that my morals were not in the same stance back then. I still tend to believe, in ways, that if a married woman comes on to a single man – the brunt of that falls on the married woman even if the guy takes the chance. He’s not the one violating the vows, in a legal sense. I won’t even get into the whole “won’t covet thy neighbors’ wife” thing…

So Amanda was this girl that was a little older than me, perhaps 28 or 29. Under 30 anyway, she made a big stink about “30 being on the way.” Amanda is a sun worship girl, very dark tan skin. Blonde hair, huge blue eyes. Very pretty, much like a life sized Barbie doll. Her husband was like a Ken. They married young, at 21. Over the years she had put on some pounds, going from a size two or three to a size seven or eight, and apparently Ken let her know about the extra pounds all the time.

Guys around the office didn’t care much about the weight gain. We didn’t know her when she was a size anything. We knew that the girl running around the office now was hot, had huge tits, great eyes, and always wore a business type woman’s suit that covered her waist and rear end. It wasn’t until Amanda gave her notice that she and I started talking.

An email went out saying that she was leaving the company. This was a big surprise as we worked for the type of company that no one wanted to leave – if anyone did go they must have a great chance to make more money. I sent her an email to congratulate her, not expecting a reply. I got one two seconds late and, next thing I knew, we were sending upwards of 40-50 emails back and forth. It was during these emails that I found out that Amanda was bored out of her mind with her marriage, however loved her husband and would never leave. She did the whole “I would never do anything about it” tap dance, but flirted shamelessly all the while.

When she left the company I figured I would never hear from her again. Surprised, I opened up an email from her two days later – she was writing from her new job. Her husband was out of town and she wanted to know if I wanted to get together and hang out. I didn’t have any plans, so I agreed. She didn’t want to go anywhere where we might be seen and I advised that my roommate was also out of town if she wanted to come over to my place. She agreed.

She showed up with two bottles of wine, and I had two or three already at my place. The wine flowed, I made some pasta, and we got along very well. Most of our talking had been over email, so I didn’t know how the face to face would come along. It went just fine. The conversation was easy and, as it always does, turned to sex. Amanda shared with me how sex with her husband is pretty boring, if it happens at all. They have sex two or three times a month and it’s always the same thing. She’ll be laying back to him, he’ll start rubbing her back, she’ll turn over, he’ll climb on top of her, and they fuck. She said that it lasts three or four minutes, she never has time to get off, and then it’s over.

I told her that was a shame. She said her husband used to put more effort into sex, but she hasn’t really had mind-blowing sex with him in years. She can’t remember the last time they “made out” – he usually just kissed her neck (if he kissed anything) while they fucked. She said the good thing about it all is that she isn’t expected to do much of anything anymore. She really missed receiving oral sex; she thought that the last time was maybe three years ago. We shifted to masturbation and she shared that she played with herself almost every morning in the shower. He was gone two or three nights a week and she went all out during those nights. Watching porn on the DVD player, using lotions and toys, she even videotaped herself a couple times. She said that there are some nights that she doesn’t fall asleep until 3 or 4 in the morning and is like the walking dead at work the next day.

I shared some details or my sex life and my personal love of self-love, showing her my own stash of porn. This was still during a time where I had to watch porn every time I played with myself. Turns out she is a huge Jenna Jameson fan and was excited to see that I had five or six Jenna movies. She wanted to watch one so I put it on.

We sat on my oversized couch, eyes locked on the action on the screen. Amanda sitting next to me, kind of back turned to me. I decided to take a shot and started to rub her shoulders. She took the bait and leaned back against me, allowing me to rub her back and her shoulders. “Now I just need to hop on top of you, right?” I kidding, whispering in her ear. “Mmmm” she replied “Hubby has six years in, you’ll have to work a little harder than that if you want to fuck me…” she lightly purred. She was now leaning against me completely, no doubt feeling my hard cock pressed against her back.

My hand trailed to her front and I started rubbing her breasts through her shirt. She arched her back, head leaned back. Kissing her neck and the side of her face, I unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her shirt, exposing her chest. She was wearing a nice button up blouse with a black lace bra. Once her shirt was unbuttoned I saw that she actually did a very good job at hiding her breast size. I knew they were large, but these were VERY large. Well beyond a 42 DD anyway.

I climbed on top of her, taking her face into my hands, and kissed her deeply. Perhaps for as long as a half hour we “made out” like a couple of teenagers. I could tell that she was loving it, and hadn’t had a deep kiss in a long time. While kissing her I un-did the top button on her jeans and started to kiss my way between her tits, running the tip of my tongue down her stomach. Hooking my fingers into her underwear and jeans, I took a chance and slid them both off at the same time. I could smell her – it was a wonderful smell. I had wondered about her hair color, as she seems to dye her hair, but the hair around her pussy was a platinum blonde – she was a natural it turns out.

I started kissing and biting my way up her thigh, running my tongue towards her. Amanda was looking down at me, eyes wide, shirt unbuttoned, her tits straining against the fabric of her bra. “Mmm, God…you’re going to eat my pussy, aren’t you?” She whispered. I didn’t say a word, I just slowly dragged my tongue from her pussy hole up to her clit. Her hips jumped when my tongue arrived on her clit…