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The night that changed my life chapter two, “The move”.I was still dumbfounded at the fact I was being promoted, yes I worked hard but I was almost in exile in my city. I was left to my own devices and really under the radar. Here I am now getting the offer to move across the country, get a huge raise and a high ranking position. With all of my thoughts running through my head they snapped back to that night, oh god that night! Yes it was only one night of sex; however there is eight years of history together in one capacity or another. I flew out on several occasions to prepare my new sales team, meet customers and look for housing. I would bump in to ‘her’ at the office and exchange seductive glances, flirting with each and every one. On one trip I was in a little town north of the office and decided it was time for a coffee. As I pulled into the drive through I noticed a familiar car and that lovely head of blonde hair. Could it be her? My heart started racing, I knew she lived here but she should be at work by now. She glanced into her rearview mirror applying a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick. Like a child I ducked behind the steering wheel in hopes she wouldn’t notice me. My thoughts reverted back to that night again and how well we connected, without really ‘knowing’ me she knew me better than my own wife. She was confident in herself, not only did she know how to please a man (very well I may add) but she knows what she wants. I wish I had this in my life, my wife would barely let me touch her, never mind giving me direction or god forbid being the aggressor for a night. I managed to order my coffee and speed away without her noticing me; I looked at my watch. “Shit I need to meet the realtor in 3 minutes”I said looking at homes in a small suburb north of the big city, the prices were great and it came ‘highly recommended’ by (her). I viewed about 10 homes and decided on one in particular, it was a great layout in a very quiet neighborhood. Trailing my real estate agent back to his office I started texting my wife that we now have a new home. Within a few hours, the negotiations were complete and the deal was done. I let out a sigh of relief and shared my excitement with my wife. With an unbridled sense of excitement I drove back to the office, singing “I’m yours” by Jason Mraz at the top of my lungs. That’s when I noticed the same car I had seen earlier in the day coming toward me, butterflies started to churn in my stomach it’s her. As we got closer she noticed me, beeped the horn şişli escort and waved. Not even a minute later I feel the buzz of my BlackBerry. I look down to see her text message. “What are you doing here? “She asks. “Looking for a house, I am pretty excited I just bought one in the same town you recommended” I reply. Another buzz.” Really where? “ “A neighborhood called Summerhill, it’s really quite nice” I text back. She replies, “Wow that’s awesome and yes I know, I live in that neighborhood! Which street is your house on? “ My heart drops, seriously I have just bought a house in the same neighborhood? What are the chances? We send a flurry of messages back and forth to each other to find out that she lives only a few blocks away. Snapping me back to reality I get a call from the wife she has already booked the movers, they will be at our house to pick-up our belongings in a few weeks. As I packed my house up and reminisced about old photographs I was brought back to reality. Wedding albums, pictures of various vacations in Mexico, Cuba and locations across Canada. There she was; my wife of 10 years in most of them. In her normal fashion she would bark orders of how I shouldn’t put that item in that box, and wondered why I would pack it that way. I was beginning to tire of her, but invested far too much time to just throw it all away. We fought on a regular basis but I hoped that this move would draw us closer, we were moving away from everyone and would be starting anew. Moving day comes and goes without a hitch we share a few tears with friends, family and neighbors and start the long drive to our new city. The drive is broken up into three phases, after all the 37 hour voyage couldn’t be done in one sitting. I end up being responsible for 36 out of the 37 hours of driving; she sleeps most of the time leaving me to my cell phone and my dirty thoughts of that night. I manage to pass the time texting back on forth with ‘her’ sending messages of just how bad I want to fuck her again and all the other naughty stuff in between, as we relive the night we had shared together. It sends me into a wave of lust and I start to stroke myself through my jeans. After nearly cumming in my pants a few times I reel the conversation back in. We end by her demanding that the wife and I come over for supper with her and her boyfriend when we arrive. The exhausting drive is coming to an end and the GPS barks out the last few directions to their house. My hands start to sweat and my pulse increases mecidiyeköy escort as I pull up the driveway. My wife looks over and notices my face is completely flushed. “You ok?” She asks. I sigh, “Yes, just tired from all of this driving, thanks again for your help LOL!” “Yeah you’re welcome” she snickers, “Well you ready to head in?” Nodding my head “Yes, I am starving.” We head towards the front door and are met with a smile it’s him, her abusive boyfriend. He reaches out to shake my hand, and I oblige but still in my mind can’t believe she is still with him. He takes our coats and pours a drink, that’s when I see ‘her’ beautiful as always. She walks from the kitchen and greets us with a warm hug; her breath on my ear sends shivers down my spine. It takes everything I have to not grab her face and kiss her deeply right then and there. Supper goes well with great food and overflowing cups of wine. After dinner we retire to the basement to watch TV. Not a minute after we get downstairs my wife and her man decide that they need to go out and have a smoke. As they head to the backdoor, we lock in a lustful gaze. She carefully places her wine glass on the table and walks across the room to the couch and sits next to me. I start to squirm as the goose bumps run up and down my body making it feel like I am on fire. I try to speak and can only mutter the word ‘but’ as she presses her finger to my lips and lets out a calm “shhhhhhh”. “They will be out there for a few minutes and I know he stomps around the house, so we will have advance warning of when they are coming back downstairs”. My whole body is trembling with excitement as she leans in and kisses me deeply; our tongues collide with a sense of lust that I only felt once in my life…with her. We both moan as we continue our unbridled assault on each other, I reach to take one of her delicious breasts in my hand. A thumping sound of footsteps thunders from the main level. “Shit they are coming back”, I mutter. “Fuck, is my face red?” she asks. “No you look good; we should start talking about something, SHIT!!” I squeal. We manage to quickly put ourselves together and engage in a lighthearted discussion about our fellow co-workers. As they come downstairs they are laughing as well, we wink at each other knowing these interludes will allow us to still maintain our physical relationship (to a certain level) each time they go for a ‘puff’. We all settle in and start to banter back and forth just how the drive went and discuss a few finer points of the trip. The two of them go in and out of the house for their cigarettes, while allowing us to indulge in our assaults on each other. One time in particular as she races over to me, grabbing my hand and sliding it into the front of her jeans and whispers ” I am so fucking wet for you right now, the next time they leave, I want to feel your cock in me”. Our lips lock in another passionate kiss as I slide my fingers between moist her folds. “Holy shit I gasp”, you are drenched. “Yes and you make me this way through your text messages too, I feel my wetness dripping down my legs while I am at work some days. I have to go to the private bathroom in the office to get myself off”. She moans biting on her lower lip. I work my hands in a frenzy hoping to make her cum before they return again, while feeling my erection begin to build. I take two fingers and plunge them deep into her wetness; she gasps and grabs the back of my neck. Now soaked in her juices, I start to work my way up to her clit, I remember her clit was ultra-sensitive when she is aroused so I needed to be careful to no go straight for it. I delicately worked my way up and down her moist slit grazing her sensitive nub. I feel her tense a little while she digs her nails into my shoulder. “Yesss” she hisses. I continue my exploration of her womanhood clenching my fingers together as I draw them over her clit. She groans as I start to motion from side to side, she is getting close I can feel it. She draws me in closer to her nails gripping deliciously into my shoulders. “Ohhh fuck that feels so good!” she cries out. One last graze of her clit and I feel the rush moving from her thighs into her finger tips which are now piercing the muscles of my shoulders. She is flushed and goes weak in the knees, panting of how good that just felt. Thump thump thump – the sound of footsteps again – SHIT! She quickly escapes running to the washroom to tidy herself up as I settle to my previous position on the couch. They come downstairs again, giggling about something they had discussed outside. I try to calm my breathing down to make sure they don’t suspect anything, while the wonderful stinging in my shoulders starts to subside. He yells to her “What the fuck are you doing? Are you going to be in there all night?” I knew that he was mentally abusive; I was putting on an act to humor him, taking interest in his line of work and laughing at his jokes, meanwhile despising him more by the second. Did I feel guilty that I just fingered his woman in his own house to a delectable orgasm– yes! Could I help the attraction that I had to this amazing woman – hell no! She was way more than he deserved and she knew it.
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