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(MF, work, cheat) *** Well, my thinking that first night wasn't all that clear with all the shots we had been taking. We were both pretty toasted, thousands of miles away from home on a business trip. We work for a large corporation. I'm a regional manager for our business, and she's a direct report. We work very closely and have a great professional relationship. It's kind of funny to think how much we have in common, even though we're in such different stages of life. You see, I'm married, with a couple of great kids, house, BBQ with the neighbors on Sunday and all that dull stuff, and she's just a few years out of college, still with a fun loving college mentality. From that point of view, we couldn't be more different. At work, we get along pretty well. I actually liked to think of myself as her mentor. A couple of times I had to defend her when she was about to become a scapegoat for some political bullshit, and more than once I was sure to share some of my limelight on her when the big sales came through. I'm pretty sure I would have done it for any young staff member with such promise and promotability. Besides, you have to keep these young employees happy with bonuses and stock options, or they'll get lured away by our competitors. Well, it turns out that this fatherly mentor roll along with our good rapport was about to turn into something more. It all happened on our business trip overseas. I had just finished a hectic vacation with the family, complete with fighting kids and spat with the wife. I guess she had a tiff with her boyfriend that week too. First thing Monday morning, we met at the airport, burned out and stressed from the tight schedules. After a weekend of stress and planning, we finally were sitting on the plane, with nothing to do but relax and talk for the 16 hour flight. It was strange, because we talked for almost the entire flight, when we should have been getting rest for the work ahead. But, as much as I hate flying, I was sorry the flight ended. It was kind of exciting talking to such a cute young thing, who was obviously enjoying herself just as much as I was. Well, after the first grueling day, we went out for a nice dinner. Since she had never even been out of the country, she was completely lost in this city. Having been there several times, I took her to a nice dinner club in a ritzy part of town. I admit that since I had known her, I was of attracted to her. I mean, who wouldn't be? She has the face of an angel, silky soft hair and smooth skin. Her petite frame was almost girlish, with her tiny waist, except for her nice round ass. In all that time, I never made a move. The thought hadn't even entered my mind, we were so different. Besides, what would she see in an old geezer like me? But sitting in the back of that cramped taxi, both very stewed, our thighs were pressed together. Every turn, every traffic light, we were bumped and jostled against each other. I was starting to want her sexually, and I think she wanted me too. Back at the hotel, I made some pretense for her to come to my suite to look at some figures. I don't know what I was doing. I was kind of flirty, kind of just goofing around. I definitely didn't think something would come of it. But I wasn't really thinking, I guess. In my suite, at the desk, we sat together. My hand brushed against hers as we looked over the laptop computer. I could tell that she wanted me to kiss her. She looked at me with those soft eyes and I knew. Dilemmas, dilemmas. I was married. She was an underling. I was twice her age. Oh, what the fuck. You only live once. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me, as I put my lips on hers. She responded by closing her eyes and parting her lips, as my tongue entered her mouth. Her chest heaved as caressed her body, running my hand from her thigh up her side, against her tight firm body. When my hand lingered against the side of her breast, she melted as she had to break our kiss to even breathe. My hands lifted her out of the chair and put her on the bed. She watched me as climbed on top of her and started kissing her again. Then her eyes closed. I broke the kiss this time, moving my lips to her neck. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as the tip of my tongue traced a line down to her collarbone. Again, my fingertips strayed to her breast, lightly tracing a circle around her protruding nipple. Her back arched as she let out a long moan. Man, what was I doing? This wasn't right. I couldn't do this. I stopped kissing her and debated if I should ask her to leave or not. My hand moved off her, on to her waist. She must have been pretty hot, because she gasped when my hand landed on her hip. Without even thinking, my hand shot down between her legs and rubbed her gently. Man, was she wet. I could feel the heat and moisture through her slacks. Good thing our company pays for dry-cleaning on these trips. That made up my mind. She was a consenting adult, dripping wet like that. She knew what she was doing. I undid her pants and slid my hand into her panties. She spread her legs wide as I slipped a finger into her dripping wet cunt. How she writhed like a cat, as I finger fucked her little hole in the confines of her pants. Without taking my hand out of her snatch, I rolled her onto her side. My other hand wedged under her and kneaded her small breasts through her blouse. I couldn't wait with the buttons, so I ripped them open. She started to come as I rolled her nipples between my fingers through the top of her bra, as my other hand rubbed her clit. Her body tensed, as her legs clenched together on my hand in her pussy, rhythmically pulsing. After she came down, she pulled my hand out and crawled on top of me. She undid my tie and ripped my shirt open. Shit, how was I going to explain that to my wife, I thought, as she started rubbing and licking my chest. Then she went down and undid my fly, with her teeth. Man, how long had it been since someone did that? I stopped thinking about anything at all when she got her lips around my cock. I sat up on my elbows to watch her gorgeous face suck me off. Her lips spread wide and her cheeks hollowed out as she slid me in and out of her mouth. I was mesmerized by watching her, up and down, up and down on my cock. I got harder and harder, as she struggled to keep as much as my meat in her mouth as she could. I couldn't wait any more. I pulled her off my rock hard dick and shot my tongue back into her mouth. I thought she was going to come again. I stopped, and completely undressed her. She was a sight to behold--her smooth tanned skin all over her slender petite body. Her thin waist blended into her round ass, and her swollen nipples stood out of her firm tits. I stripped the rest of my clothes off, and climbed between her legs, pushing her knees apart with mine. My hands started at her thighs and ran up her body, over her hips, up her midriff, over her breasts and hard nipples, up to her soft arms, bringing her wrists together above her head. I held both of her wrists with one hand, and brought the other one back down, slowly, feeling everything, as she writhed, pinned with her arms helpless. With my body over hers, my hard cock was pressed against her dripping cunt. With my free hand, I guided the head of my swollen shaft against her wet clit. I teased her hole, just barely putting my head in, and taking it out, rubbing it around her clit. This drove her wild, as her hips started to slowly buck, trying to get my cock deeper in her. Her arms struggled to get free to pull me in, but I held them tight. Mercilessly, I teased her. "Please, do it. Do it" she whispered hoarsely. "Do you want it, baby?" I asked. "Oh yeah, I want it. Put it in!" "How bad do you want it? Say it." "Oh Bob, I want it so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me, Bob. Fuck my box with your cock, oh fuck me fuck me." I couldn't resist it myself, and I plunged my cock into her. On the first stroke, I sank in to the hilt, ramming the back of her cunt. She screamed and her body rocked with another orgasm. My free hand reached around and grabbed her meaty ass. My fingers sank into her flesh as I pumped her. She moaned loudly and her hips bucked wildly, making the bed squeak. I thought the management would be knocking on our door any minute now, in this conservative city. I let go of her wrists with my other hand and brought it under her other ass cheek. My fingers lifter her ass off the bed, giving me the most leverage as my cock plumbed the depths of her pulsing cunt. With every thrust my balls slapped her ass, as I pumped in and out. Finally, I came, moaning out. As my hot come shot up into her, she came again. With every dying stroke, the last drops of come drained from my balls into her dripping wet hole. I collapsed into her, and we lay there, panting, not saying anything. That was a great fuck, but I was starting to feel the guilt of cheating on my wife of how many years. What she said totally brought me out of that reverie into a whole new shock. She whispered into my ear, "I love you." I was stunned. This was supposed to be a carefree fling, I thought. What was she thinking? "I love you," she said again. After another pause, she spoke. "These last few days have been amazing. It's like we were made for each other. I mean, I've dated before, but I've never felt this way before." True, it had been pretty intense lately, and we were working like a well oiled machine. In more ways than one, after that night. I was getting a little choked up myself. I didn't know what else to say, so I said it myself. "I love you too." As soon as the words left my mouth I felt like I wanted to take it back. But then she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. What a fine mess this was. At least I'd be able to fuck her some more. This would be a fun trip... * * * After that, we said it all the time. I managed to extend the trip to a whole week. We barely slept at all. When we weren't working like hell to close the deal, we were fucking. We were in sync. Each knew what the other was going to say before she even said it. And the sex was the best either of us ever had. The whole trip was really like a suspension of reality. I was far from my family, and she was far from her own life. All we had was the project and each other, and it was good. When it was time to go back, the house of cards began to come down. The last night, after the third time we made love, I told her that I loved her and always would, but I had to think about my kids. She didn't say anything for a while, but then said she understood, before quietly crying in my arms. When we got back, I went home to my wife and my kids, and she went back to her boyfriend. We acted like nothing happened, other than a great bonding trip. There was definitely a closer bond between us. People at meetings would glance at each other when I would say something and she would spontaneously complete my thought. After a week, I thought things were in the clear. We were still pretty close, staying late to talk either in my office, or hers, with the door open. Perfectly acceptable, among colleagues. Until the day of our meeting. She called in the morning to say that should couldn't make the afternoon meeting, but if I would be staying late we could go over it at 7. I agreed, thinking nothing of it. When I came to her office, the halls were empty. I sat there, thinking I was safe with the door open. But as the meeting went on, she grew despondent. "Bob, I miss you. I miss you so much." "Gail, I miss you too. But we agreed..." "I know," she said. "But it just hurts, seeing you every day and knowing you're right there, but that I can never have you and that you're trapped in your life and I'm in mine." I remained silent. Where was this going? "But I still love you, Bob. I haven't stopped loving you since the trip. I miss being in your arms." She started to get teary eyed. I don't know if it was the single tear down her beautiful face, or if it was the soft glow of her skin. I should have walked out, but instead I went over and held her. Her arms reached around me, and I held her tighter. She felt so good, so small and so soft. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair. We pulled each other closer and harder. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it caressed her back and kept going down to her ass. She responded by grinding her hips into my thigh, spreading her legs in her tight skirt suit. Both my hands cupped her ass checks, gripping her flesh. She turned her head up and grabbed my head, pulling it down to hers. As we kissed, I could feel the electricity between us, that had been building up with the knowledge that we could never touch like this again. I broke the kiss and turned her around, bending her over the desk. She stopped herself with her hands, but I pushed her all the way down, her body and face coming down in a large stack of papers, spilling folders and pens all over the desk and floor. I pushed her high heeled feet apart and reached down with my hand, running it up her inner thigh into her skirt. The little slut's panties were already wet. I hiked up her skirt and pinned her against the desk, as I pulled my pants down. I shoved my cock into her back door and rammed it home into her pussy. As I fucked, her hole got wetter and wetter, till I slid in and out, pounding her. Meanwhile, she was moaning, sucking on her finger, as I fucked the hell out of her from behind. As I felt her coming, I did a couple quick strokes and pulled out. I quickly flipped her onto her back, and jumped up on the desk straddling her chest on my knees. I stuck my dripping throbbing cock in her mouth and pulled her head up to take my shaft. "Take it, you slut. Suck your own juices off my cock." Her body continued to pulse, as I fucked her mouth. I could see her own juices around her lips, as the practiced cocksucker took me into her throat. She continued to moan and buck and that set me off. I came into her throat. I wasn't sure if she was expecting it or not, because she gagged, but I held her head still. Then she started to suck and swallow my come, as I kept thrusting my hips into her face. She kept sucking me until I couldn't take it anymore and had to pull out. We collapsed again. "Bob, I love you. I'll do anything, just as long as we can be together some of the time." "Gail, I love you too. I always have and always will." This time, it was only half lie. Then we noticed the door was still open. I jumped up and looked out the door. No one in the hall. But someone could easily have walked by without us knowing it. This whole thing was completely out of control, but I couldn't help it. We fuck all the time, after work, at lunch, in my office, in hers, in the car, in motel rooms, and once on the conference room table. It'd be the end of my career, and probably marriage, if we were ever caught. But I can't help it. I don't stand a chance against her soft skin, her beautiful face, and her wicked ass. I know it's wrong, but what can I do? 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