I Had Sex With My Coworker At The Office And
Cheated On My Wife
I cheated with someone at work.
It’s not something I’ve done before or will ever do again. I’ve been happily married for five years and the sex
with my wife is great, I just gave into an impulse. It’s something I wish I could take back, but it’s done.
I’d worked with her for over two years — not everyday — but now and then we would have projects where we
would have to spend a lot of time together. We sat on separate floors but I saw her all the time and we would
chat quite a bit.
She was attractive. Looking back she was always flirty. But you kind of lose touch when you have been married for awhile, so I presumed that’s just how she was with guys.
There would be times when I thought she was giving me hints, but over two years, I convinced myself it
wasn’t aimed at me. When she walked in front of me in the corridor sometimes I thought she was giving her
hips an extra swing with each step, walking slower on purpose, but it could have been in my head.
It was a corporate office, so she was usually in high heels, a pencil skirt and jacket. I swear when we were
working late she had a little more cleavage and that skirt was a little higher than during the day. It could have
been the fact that I noticed it more in a closer environment. Either way, I noticed it.
Everyone used IM at work. Now and then we would be chat about what we had been up to the night before or
our plans for the weekend. When we were talking about a date she had been on and how she couldn’t find a
decent guy, she posted:
XXXXXX: I’ve experienced a lot. I need someone that can handle me
Me: Like what?
XXXXXX: Let’s just say I went through a wild patch when I was younger
Naturally my mind played with all the things ‘wild’ could have meant, but I changed the subject. All this crazy
sex she must have be having just rolled around my mind for the next two weeks.
These may sound like excuses, but I just wanted to look back at it all. At how I let it build up, how I got myself
into that situation. You know when you look into someone’s eyes and it can go from a normal conversation
to some kind of sexual tease. We would be having lunch with a couple people and I’d be convinced she was
trying to eye fuck me, she would slowly lick her top lip from side to side. I told myself it was just fantasy, that
I was horny and exaggerating it, for the majority it probably was.
Spending a lot of time with someone, the flirting lines blur, I guess I led her on now and then, asking her lots
of questions, joking about personal stuff. I followed one of her Spotify playlists, I was the only one following
it. I must have been only for a few days, but she definitely changed the name to ‘Music to shag to’. This stuff
is all subjective, she may have done it on purpose, who knows, she may have just changed the name for no
reason. All this doesn’t make it any less my fault. I look back at myself in that situation, wishing I could reach
in and slap myself with the sense to see what I was playing with.
It happened, as I’m sure it usually does – working late and drinking. There were three of us, a couple of wines
deep. There was another guy there, he had a couple of young kids and left after the first bottle, we decide
to push on and try and finish the presentation. A project that seemed so important at the time, yet now so
ridiculously insignificant.
We were sitting pretty close at points, going through some papers, now and then one of us would get up and
write something on a whiteboard. I could smell her and kept getting these open looks down her top. I think
she had an extra button undone when she came back with the second bottle, maybe she sprayed on more perfume, either way the room got much more intense. You are drawn into the chemistry, its hot, it builds then
you shake it off.
There were these three columns of stuff she was adding to the white board. When she had to write at the bottom of each column she sort of stepped back and bent right over to get down there. She did that thing that
women can do in heels when she arches just above her hips so her butt kind of sticks up. It was summer so
she had bare legs and a reasonably short skirt. I clenched my teeth and shook it out of my head again. I did
what a lot of guys do – oversexualized it. Played it out like some dirty secretary porn clip. A dangerous trigger
when faced with a very real situation.
The third time she was writing something towards the bottom, I buried myself in my phone. She was thinking aloud when she asked, “What do you think?” I wasn’t really listening and didn’t reply, I knew that I should
get out of there, that nothing good could come from sticking around. She turned her head, still bent over in
the same position “So… what do you think?” I looked up. She was all wide-eyed and smiling, one leg bent,
one locked straight. Looking down on at my phone uncomfortably, I just mumbled something stupid. Although she had all the control, I felt this weird position of power, someone younger inside me pushed, ‘Get it
done, you pussy.’
I tried to put it out of my head and wrap things up, I was writing on the board when she came up to change
something. Either she backed into me or I stepped forward, “Sorry” I said. She turned from her shoulders to
look at me, urging me on. I felt this pulsing through my body, a kind of animal energy. I turned her all the
way round, put a hand on her waist and kissed her.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t. I can’t. Sorry,” I pulled back, looking down stupidly.
“Naughty” She