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Not Really Cheating?
by Author Obscure (1991)

***

A woman likes to control the situation by playing the 
"sex card" even though she doesn't really want to cheat 
on her husband. (MF, voy, mast, cyber)

***

I was working with a computer consulting group and one 
of the members of my group was a very attractive 
professional woman name Laura. She really had a great 
deal going for her, a BS in Industrial Engineering, her 
husband worked for one of the Big-6 Accounting 
consulting firms and she came from a fairly affluent 
background. 

When I hired her I had some doubts about whether she 
would be happy just doing software support, but she 
quickly became a valued employee that I relied on 
heavily. She had a very poised and confident manner that 
had a soothing effect on the other employees and when 
she lacked the technical knowledge to solve a problem, 
it just made her more determined to learn it and keep 
going.

The work was very stressful as are most software 
companies. The ever changing technology and demands of 
users keep the pace pretty fast. The owner of the 
company was a real asshole and taskmaster who didn't 
even trust his own brother who also worked there.

He was the kind of guy that place surveillance cameras 
on the INSIDE to watch his own workers!!! He also didn't 
have a clue for any long range considerations, he was 
always after a fast buck. Needless to say this made 
obtaining some job satisfaction rather tough and we 
relied on each other for support and morale boasts. This 
also caused us to become very comfortable and intimate 
with one another.

Laura really seemed to talk about more and more personal 
things and I found out that her husband was on a 
prolonged project that kept him away 5 days a week and 
only home on the weekends.

Gradually, Laura and I began going to lunch together and 
these conversations got even more intimate. One day, we 
were discussing Sex, Lies and Videotape and we were 
musing about what it was that appealed to us in that 
movie.

"Like the reviews say, it's about control," I commented 
without much thought. "But, I found the idea of 
voyeurism very erotic, especially the masturbation 
comments," Laura replied without any embarrassment which 
just added to the her image of poise and confidence that 
I had been formulating. I found myself getting somewhat 
aroused and feeling a heavy attraction to her at this 
point.

"Well, I've always heard that sexual satisfaction comes 
from two things, fantasy and friction and I guess it 
doesn't matter how you apply the friction." I surprised 
myself with my candor. 

"Well fantasy does play a big part in my sex life, I 
have to with Mike being gone all the time." 

"Yes, you probably are the master of phone sex!" I 
teased her back. 

"Well, any sex is better than no sex!" she quipped back. 
"Besides, I really like the picture my mind forms of 
Mike masturbating and to think that he is turned on by 
me!"

At this point I was really getting turned on and there 
was a bit of an awkward pause as we stared into each 
other's eyes a bit longer than normal. "I once heard 
that men masturbate out of boredom and woman masturbate 
out of loneliness," I commented not really expecting a 
reply, just trying to break the tension.

"Well, with my schedule and work, I'm certainly not 
bored, so I guess it applies in my case," Laura replied. 
"Besides, your mind can work very hard thinking up ways 
to turn yourself on."

I wanted to comment about what exactly turned her on, 
but I couldn't get myself to say it. Instead I said, "I 
wish my wife was a bit more... imaginative when it comes 
to sex. I mean I really enjoy sex with her, but at times 
I feel as if I'm the only one trying to make things 
happen." I surprised myself that I was revealing so much 
of my personnel feelings to Laura.

Our eyes locked one more time for a few seconds longer 
than usual and I felt my mouth get rather dry as the 
sexual tension was becoming very thick. I couldn't 
believe how turned on I was and how attracted I was. I 
thought about all of those stories about just grabbing 
her in my arms and kissing her passionately, but for 
some unknown reason I did not. 

"We gotta get back," I finally said to break the spell. 

Laura agreed and quickly took a big swig of her soft 
drink. I wonder if she had a dry mouth too I thought to 
myself. Could she be feeling the same attraction to me? 

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful, we were 
both too busy for lunch and the work load kept our 
attentions focused on work rather than pleasure. My mind 
wrestled with my growing attraction and wondering if she 
felt the same. 

I kept telling myself that an attractive and poised 
woman like her would not be attracted to a computer geek 
like me. Besides, even if she was considering straying 
every other guy in the office probably lusted after her, 
so what chance would I have? One afternoon about 2 weeks 
later I emerged from my office she got caught by the 
boss and really reamed out (in earshot of many people) 
over something that was not her fault. (He was so good 
at employee relations!) 

She went to her desk practically in tears. I was a 
little surprised by her display of emotion, (although it 
was justified) so I asked her into my office. "I can't 
take this guy anymore!" she sobbed.

I offered her a Kleenex and tried to get her to sit 
down, but when I touched her arm she hugged me rather 
strongly. "Please just hold me for a minute!!" 

I returned her hug and stroked her hair softly. The 
smell of her shampoo and perfume were having their 
effect and my cock began to stir very quickly. I tried 
to ease out of the embrace, but she really began to sob. 

"Laura, you know you're a good worker and our customer's 
appreciate your effort and work! That is what we said is 
truly important remember?" I attempted to rally her by 
reminder her of our past conversations. I finally got 
her to sit down, but this brought the bulge in my pants 
to her eye level and she smiled and looked at me with 
what appeared to me to be bedroom eyes. We fell into one 
of those long silences and the sexual tension got really 
unbearable.

"Maybe you should go home for the day," I finally 
replied to break the tension, retreating behind my desk 
to hide my bulge.

"No, I don't want that bastard to know he got the better 
of me," she replied. I truly admired her tenacity and 
this was really turning me on.

"Well, let's go get a drink after work, we both need 
one." 

"Thanks, so much Dave, I hope you don't think I'm just a 
blubbering female here, I mean..." And she started to 
cry again.

"Laura, it's not worth this..." I attempted to say.

"No, Dave, it's not just this job, you see... I-I... I'm 
really starting to become very attracted to you... and 
the tension from that along with this job is getting too 
much!" 

Oh-boy!!! Here it was, we finally were confronting this 
demon. 

"Well Laura, to be honest, I've very attracted to you as 
well," I confessed. 

She smiled up at me, "I figured you were too when I felt 
your hard-on when we hugged. That's what gave me the 
confidence to tell you about my attraction," she 
replied. 

"Uh, now what do we do?" I asked. "I don't think either 
one of us wants to cheat." 

She smiled as if I walked right into her plan and said. 
"Cheating involves having sex. We don't necessarily need 
to have sex to meet our needs," she replied with a grin 
that told me that we could work this out. "Let's meet 
after work and talk about it over drinks and dinner. 
Tell your wife you're pulling an all-nighter."

I called my wife and told her I'd stop off and get a 
change of clothes but that I'd be working all night and 
flying out early. Since it had happened before, she was 
not too surprised or suspicious.

Laura and I went out to dinner and drinks. After about 
an hour of very deep and friendly conversation about 
goals and ideals. We talked about guilt and fidelity and 
as I suspected our morales were pretty much in line so I 
wondered how she could justify what we were 
contemplating doing. 

"Phone sex or C-sex is just an extension of a fantasy 
and is not cheating," she started. "I-I... j-just want 
you to watch me masturbate and I want to watch you come 
while you are doing it!" she stammered her confession. 

It was quite surprising because she was always so poised 
that this stuttering was very out of character. I 
reached across the table and took her hand. It was the 
first time we had touched since the embrace in my 
office. My mouth got dry and my cock very hard. I took 
her hand and pulled it under the table to my cock and 
said. "This is the effect you are having on me. I like 
your idea."

"Let's go back to my place. But you'd better drive, I'm 
a little shaky," she confessed.

We paid the bill and left to my car. As I unlocked her 
door for her, I pulled her toward me and kissed her very 
passionately. She responded by running her hands through 
my hair and dancing her tongue inside my mouth. 

"This is going to be fun," she said as we started to 
drive away. I noticed her pulling up her skirt to expose 
some more of her thigh. She then lifted herself off of 
the seat a bit and removed her silk panties, they had an 
obvious wet spot. She brought the panties to my nose and 
said, "THIS is the effect your having on me!" And she 
proceeded to move her hand under her skirt and stroke 
herself lightly.

"I'm going to put my finger inside me now and pretend 
it's your cock. I can't wait until we get to the 
apartment to come, I'm going to come now!!" And she 
really started humping her fingers until she let out 
several squeaky screams letting me know she was over the 
edge.

When we got to the apartment, I kissed her once again. 
As she walk into the apartment, she started to take off 
her blouse when I stopped her. "Let me do that." I 
turned her around and gazed into her eyes and said "You 
have such a beautiful body, I want to unwrap it slowly." 

I removed her blouse and I kissed each shoulder and each 
side of her neck, licking ever so softly with my tongue. 
I unsnapped her bra and let it drop and my hands flowed 
down to her nipples which were small but very hard. I 
slowly ran circles around them with my fingers and then 
moved my hands to her back and down her back to her ass. 
I unzipped the zipper on her skirt. 

"A zipper unzipping is one of the most erotic sounds," I 
said as I let her skirt drop to the floor. "You've got a 
great body, I really like smaller breasts and yours are 
really turning me on!" 

She stood before me naked and stared into my eyes 
saying. "You make me feel so comfortable." She placed 
her head against my chest and moved her arms around my 
neck. "Now it's my turn!!" 

She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me. "I like a 
chest with no hair," she said as she brought her mouth 
to my chest and slowly licked my nipples and breastbone. 
"It makes it feel harder." She then unbuttoned and 
unzipped my pants to release my swollen and throbbing 
cock. I stepped out of the pants and she asked me to 
stroke it.

Then, out of nowhere THE PHONE RANG!

"It's Mike," she said. "He's expecting me to be home." 

She stepped over to the phone and I watched her pick it 
up. They started with some small talk. I was amazed at 
her poise and ability to stand there naked after 
watching me stroke my cock in front of her, and talk 
about her day. After a short while her tone started to 
change and get playful and sexy. 

My hard-on had started to subside, but with this change 
I could feel it begin to sprout again. Then I heard her 
say, "I want to make you come!" And with that, she 
motioned to me with her finger to come over by her. 

I walked over to her and she sat down on the coach with 
her knees up exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I was 
standing a few feet away and she motioned me closer and 
made some vigorous motions with her hands that I took as 
wanting to masturbate. 

She continued to talk to Mike. "...I'm sitting down 
watching your cock. It is only inches from my face and 
you are stroking it very rapidly. I want to watch you 
come. I want you to come all over my face. I need to see 
the lust in your eyes."

She sounded as if she was talking to both of us. I began 
stroke my cock faster and moved it closer to her as she 
nodded her approval. I had to bit my tongue to keep from 
groaning or screaming out.

"Michael," she said to indicate she wanted only her 
husband's attention, "I want to hear you come. Tell me 
how hard you are. I want to see your come, tell me how 
it looks." 

I wasn't going to able to last much longer this whole 
thing was so perverted I didn't know what to think. But 
at the same time I was so hard it actually hurt. I look 
her directly in the eyes and she nodded and I let fly my 
orgasm. 

Mike must of come too because there was a real long 
pause. My come had landed on Laura's knees and stomach 
and she started playfully moving her fingers around in 
it. "I'm swirling your come between my fingers and 
writing your name on my breasts with your semen," she 
said into the phone as she actually did write out Dave 
instead of Mike.

Finally she hung up the phone. We cuddled together on 
the couch for a bit. It had been one of the most 
explosive sexual experiences of my life. I was in 
heaven, I felt no guilt but I was starting to wonder 
about it, so I asked, "Did you set that up so that Mike 
would call while I was here?"

"Would little innocent me do that?" she replied but her 
face told me the truth.

END

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