There comes a time in every married girls life when all the excitement goes out of her sex life and she starts to think about having an affair. That's what all my older and wiser married girlfriends told me when I married Todd twenty years ago. I smiled and nodded as they told me that but I never dreamed it would happen to me but it did. It didn't happen suddenly over the twenty years of my marriage, there was a time when Todd couldn't get enough of my body, a time when he couldn't keep his hands off my body, not even in public. Still after twenty years of marriage, it had finally reached the point where I can run around the house naked and not get a rise out of him. Slowly over twenty years of marriage it had finally reached the point where I wouldn't have had any sex life if it wasn't for playing with myself.
My job wasn't helping matters any either. I was the photo editor for a well-known woman's magazine the published well endowed named men as their centerfold every month not to mention very erotic photo stories. Everyday I have to look at hundreds of very well endowed guys in varying states of arousal. Seeing all those big, hard cocks staring out at me had me hornier than ever and I made frequent trips into my private bathroom to masturbate in a horny frenzy. Yeah, Goddamn right, I thought about having an affair. I thought about it all the time. However, I never planned to actually have one. I mean, my sex life had gone to hell but I still loved my husband in every other way and I didn't want to hurt him or lose him. Like most of my horny but otherwise happily married girlfriends, my first extramarital affair just happened when the time was right. Actually, I slipped into it slowly, naturally over several months.
Looking back on it now I know that the die had been cast when my faithful, personal assistant, Alicia, resigned to give birth to her first child and then become a stay at home mother at the beginning of summer. The replacement that HR sent me was a man and he was gorgeous in a very rugged, manly sort of way. He was a quick study and had my routine down pat in no time flat. Alicia had been a great personal assistant in the usual sense of the word, but Joe started spoiling me rotten. He always arrived before me and everything was ready for me when I arrived at 9 am. I learned from security that he was coming in every morning between 7:30 an 8 am. By the time I walked into my private office, the computers were booted up and online, the a/c was adjusted perfectly, folders containing the photos to be reviewed that day were neatly arranged on my computer's desktop, and the first pot of coffee had been brewed. The coffee was more than just brewed, there was a cup of freshly brewed coffee setting on my desk, fixed just the way I liked it. He was definitely spoiling me. Alicia had always arrived at the same time as I did and I had to wait for the computers to come online, the office to cool down to the 65 degrees that was comfortable for me, and I had to wait for my first cup of coffee. I think that it was the coffee that did it for me and I'm only half kidding about that. After having spent nearly an hour and a half on buses, I had to take three buses every morning to get to work; I really needed that first cup of coffee. The two Egg McMuffins that started appearing next to that cup of coffee helped to. Somehow, Joe had discovered that I didn't have time to eat before leaving home. The first morning I saw those sandwiches I actually threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly against me in gratitude.
Unlike with Alicia, we fell into a very relaxed relationship. I started leaving the door to my inner office open and he would wander in from time to time to see if I needed anything. He would stand behind me, laying his hands lightly, intimately on my shoulders as he looked at the pictures that I was viewing on the computer monitor. An easy banter built up between us as we commented on those pictures and some of the captions that always accompanied them. I started to really enjoy those impromptu visits, the feeling of his hands on my shoulders comforting. My husband seldom even touched me that way any more and I found myself looking forward to Joe's visits.
As time passed, I found myself thinking about Joe as I showered and dressed for work in the morning. For the first time in years I started wearing clothes that I thought a man would like seeing me in. I stopped wearing slacks and modest tops to wearing very short skirts and daring blouses with nothing on under them except for a matching g-string. I had tossed the company's dress code out the window and it wasn't long before the girls in the outer office were dressing in very sexy outfits as well but the only one Joe seem to notice was me. He started spending all his fee time in my office, puttering around, straightening things that didn't need straightening as he undressed me with his eyes. His gentle touches as he stood behind me slowly turned into intimate caresses as we looked at all the erotic pictures submitted for potential publications. I no longer took any of the pictures submitted to the bathroom with me when I slipped off to masturbate, I fantasized about having Joe ripping off all my clothes and fucking me senseless on my office rug. In my heart of hearts, I wanted it to happen. I just couldn't bring myself to make the first move. Thank God for the sudden heat wave that hit the city that Thursday.
It was the day before the long Fourth of July weekend. My husband and son were going camping and my daughter would be spending it with her boyfriend getting her brains fucked out while cruising some lake aboard his day cruiser. I would be spending it all alone stretched out naked beside our pool working on my tan. At least that what I thought when I dressed for work that morning. I wore one of my shortest mini dresses that morning, a white, halter top affair with a neckline that plunged all the way down to my navel. It was going to be a scorcher according to the weather channel, the mercury was already hovering near 75 degrees at 7 am and was supposed to hit 90 by midday but I still pulled on my thigh high leather boots with their spike heels. I liked what those spike heels did to my muscular thighs and heart shaped ass. That outfit made me feel very sexy. It wasn't long after I left the house that I started to wonder if feeling sexy was going to be worth if because my feet and legs felt like they were in an oven set to Broil. By the time I reached the office, I was in pain, real pain.
When I walked into the office it felt like I had stepped out of a blast furnace and stepped into a deep freezer because Joe had cranked the a/c up to it highest setting and it was a lovely 55 degrees throughout the offices.