Fucked A Co-Worker But Got Caught By Her Husband

I worked at a company with over 500 employees. Every guy there would have given his left nut to get Chrissie into bed. She was by far the hottest woman working there. Chrissie was friends with Diane, a fellow employee, who my best friend Jack was going with. Diane and Jack were skipping work one day along with Chrissie and invited me to go with them. So me hooking up with Chrissie was just being in the right place at the right time. Chrissie was married but definitely had hot pants and I was the lucky guy she picked to scratch her itch.

One of the places where Chrissie and I would go to have sex was at Diane’s apartment. We would take very long lunches and Diane would “go shopping” and leave us alone for long enough to fuck each other’s brains out.

One time after we had finished up and Diane returned, there was a knock on the door. Chrissie and I went into the bedroom and Diane opened the door and it was Chrissie’s husband Fred. We heard them talking and then the door closed. We assumed he had left but he was inside talking to Diane.

When he saw us together he went ballistic. “Are you fucking my wife?” he screamed. Before I could say anything, Diane put her arm around me and told Fred that we were having an affair and trying to keep it quiet because I was married. I was very impressed with Diane’s quick thinking. I doubt if Fred believed it but he grudgingly accepted what he was being told and he and Chrissie left.

I hugged Diane and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for saving my ass. Then I said, “Since we are having an affair, don’t you think it’s time we consummated it?”

She looked at me in disbelief and said, “You just fucked my best girlfriend and now you want to fuck me? Plus your best friend is my boyfriend. Are you out of your freaking mind?”

I confessed to her that I had always been attracted to her but had never made a move because she was going with Jack. I added that now that we were alone, it would be the perfect time to get to know each other better. I put my arms around her and gave her a real kiss. And she kissed me back. Passionately.

“I know I am going straight to hell for this,” she said, “but let’s do it.”

We both stripped and proceeded to have one hell of a session. When we both finally came and I rolled over onto my back, the damn doorbell rang again. Diane quickly threw on a robe and told me to stay in the bedroom.

Damned if it wasn’t Fred again. He loudly told Diane that he knew she had fed him a line of horseshit and wanted to know where the fuck I was. I got up from the bed just as he stormed through the door. I stood there with my half-hard cock glistening from Diane’s juices and a thin string of semen drooling from my dick. Fred looked like a deer caught in the headlights and started backing away and stammering out an apology. He said something to Diane and rushed out the door.

Diane came back in the bedroom. I said, “Now what? You know the word is going to get back to both Chrissie and Jack and we will both be totally fucked.”

Diane grabbed my cock and said, “So what? Nothing we can do about it now. Do you have time to fuck me again?"

(This story is based on an actual experience I had but in reality I never fucked Diane. Everything else actually happened. Fred and Chrissie got divorced as did I, but I never hooked up sexually again with Chrissie. We did go out together once after we were both single but the magic was gone.)

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