Cheating Wife and Employee

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Work was done for the day and we slid our time cards through the slot and left the factory as soon as possible. It was payday and we all wanted drinks at the bar. This was the highlight of our week, the after-work drink at the bar. We worked second shift and that didn’t leave much time for a social life, especially when we were working seven days a week. It had taken a toll and that week a drink never sounded so good. We got ourselves a table and waited for our coworkers to join us. Slowly a few of them trickled in. One sat with us while the others chose seats at the bar. I was drinking a bud and debating on whether or not to order from the menu when my supervisor walked in. I didn’t see her arrive and I didn’t notice her presence until she took the remaining seat at our table. I looked up and smiled. “Needed a drink too, Lindsey?” I asked. “Yeah,” she said. “My husband’s gone for the weekend and the kids are staying with their grandparents. Nothing else to do, thought I’d come hang out with you guys.” Lindsey is a twenty-eight-year-old wife and mother of two kids. She has a somewhat plain face but her petite and sexy body make up for it. Her red hair was hanging over her shoulders. Wearing her short jean shorts and tennis shoes and an orange t shirt, şişli escort she looked like a mom and a worker and for that reason I was turned on by the thought of what was under her clothes. I glanced at her legs a few times and once I thought she caught me looking. When I caught her eye she smiled. Had I been caught checking out my boss? “What are we having, boys?” she asked. We recited the drinks we had ordered. She got a long island iced tea. We then sat around the table, bullshitting about work and collectively bitching about upper management and the lack of time off. There were a few instances of flirting between the guys at the table and Lindsey but it was mostly innocent though I’m sure I was not the only one thinking about fucking her. We kept ordering drinks. Lindsey didn’t. She stopped at one. By the time last call was made and my bill was paid I was too drunk to drive. And so Lindsey offered me a ride home. “Thanks,” I said with a bit of a slur. I am not that drunk but I feel good and buzzed. “It’s fine,” she replied. “Just direct me to where you live.” “I’d like to go home with you,” I said. She looked at me with her sexy green eyes and a smile touched her lips. I so wanted to kiss her then. I almost did. “I’m a married mecidiyeköy escort woman,” she said. “And you’re my employee.” “We’re not at work,” I said. “And your family is gone this weekend.” “Still,” she said, as if that were enough to end the conversation. Fuck it, I thought. I leaned over to kiss her mouth but missed. Drunk idiot, I thought. My mouth touched her cheek next to her lips instead. “Sorry,” I said. “You missed,” she said with a laugh. I tried again and this time our lips met. It was not a quick kiss that I stole though. Her lips opened and our tongues met. My hand reached for her breasts and I felt them through her top. I’ve wanted to do this for months, I thought to myself. I can’t believe this. She pulled her head away from mine, ending the kiss and shoved my hand off of her chest. She then started the car and we drove out of the parking lot. “What?” I asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Lindsey merely looked at me with eyes narrowed as if she were annoyed. We drove for a while and we drove in the opposite direction of where I lived. I didn’t tell her this though. I was hoping we were headed to her house. Sure enough, we arrived at a single story house and she parked the car. “Get out,” she said. I obeyed. Once outside I watched as she got out of the car. She then walked to the front door. “This is my house,” she said. “Come on in.” I did not have to be told twice. I followed her into the house. It was not big or fancy but it was nice. It was a bit of a mess – evidence that a family lived there and that the parents both worked. Lindsey dropped her purse on the counter and turned to me. I was already next to her and when she turned, I locked lips with her again. This time I was a bit more aggressive and my hands were under her shirt. “No,” she said, stopping the kiss again. “No?” I asked. My right hand was gently squeezing her tit through her bra. “We’re all sweaty and nasty right now. We should shower first.” “Lead the way, baby,” I said. “No,” she said again. “Go down the hall and to the right. There’s a bathroom there. Shower and then come to the other end of the hall where my bedroom is.” “And what about you?” I asked. “I’ll be in my own shower,” she replied. “We work in a factory. We need to get the sweat and grease off of us before we do anything.” She walked down the hall to her own bathroom which was near her bedroom. As she walked she lost the orange shirt and I stiffened at the sight of that sexy little redhead wearing a blue bra. She kicked her shoes off and stopped to pull off her socks. The bra came next and now she was only wearing her jean shorts. She stopped to look back at me. “Hurry up,” she said.

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