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I had been married 8 years. I had been pregnant with our son during our 7th year of marriage and felt post delivery that my good looks and body was not the same afterwards. Don’t get me wrong, I know I was still attractive but there were changes that I was also keenly aware of for my overall shape. Plus, my husband seemed to not be as responsive toward me sexually although that may not really be true and just an excuse on my part. I can simply say that I lost confidence in myself as a female attractive to men in general like I had been earlier pre-marriage. Retrospectively, my inner feelings made me vulnerable to an approach by a guy that I knew who also was married.
I don’t want to get too specific but I work at a company in an office building where over the course of about 2 years I would interact with a gentleman, Vince, who worked in the same building but not at the same company. I can’t say how things initially developed except sometimes arriving for work, or on a break where as a smoker I would go outside so would he. We would chit-chat, and over time developed where he could joke with me, or we might share some personal things about marriage, kids, life, etc. It was never a planned thing it was just over time where we became friendly. Plus, we would occasionally flirt or make a dirty joke or innuendos all from my perspective somewhat innocently. It was more fun than anything beyond that. Well until one day during that 8th year of marriage where I shared with him being depressed about how things were working out on the job, at home, etc. He took my hand and held it and I felt flushed with excitement. He asked if I could stay after work and have a drink at a hotel bar across the street where we could talk more. I can’t say I am naïve and maybe I just wanted him to make a pass or determine if he would do so for my own ego. In any event, I agreed to meet him after work and called my husband telling him I had to work overtime on a project and would be home late.
Let me share more about Vince. I would guess he is about 40 (I was 31 at the time) very well built tall and muscular. I can’t say he is handsome but has a certain attractive rugged look and again a work out type of physique. My husband on the other hand is thin, not muscular, is not much taller than me and I am 5’5”, but he is attractive with a great smile and manicured. So Vince was very much opposite physically.
I was excited to be doing something different and looked forward to meeting Vince after work. But, I didn’t give it that much thought. At 5 pm I crossed the street and went to the lobby bar seeing Vince sitting there. He greeted me getting up and surprised me by giving me a quick hug and kiss (we had never in anyway had been physical other than him holding my hand earlier that day). We sat and talked while sipping some margaritas and I could feel myself getting a little buzz by the 3rd one. It was fun and we talked and talked about our marriages, hopes, dreams, and wishes. We were there together and even nibbled on some light snacks and the conversations just flowed. After about an hour and a half, Vince got up and told me he would be right back. I assumed he was taking a bathroom break. Perhaps 5 minutes later Vince came back and said to come with him. He paid the bill leaving cash and actually put his arm under mine escorting me to an elevator. Where are we going, I asked? I got us a room, Vince smiled as he pushed the elevator button as the door closed. We were alone in the elevator and with Vince standing tall over me; he reached holding me and gave me a deep intimate kiss. I can’t, I gasped but there was a tingle in my loins and my heart raced. Vince continued to hold me and said we only live once as the elevator doors opened. I repeated I can’t but walked with him. Vince said to me, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do but I have had too much to drink to drive right away and we can sit and talk privately.
I should have turned around and left but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t felt so good about myself in quite a while as it was clear how Vince was attracted to me. It felt nice to be desired and I was experiencing a rush I hadn’t felt for a long time. He opened the room door and we stepped inside. There was a few seconds of silence and awkwardness as we walked inside. Vince simply turned around and held me tight whispering to me how attractive I was and how much he desired me and then started passionately kissing me. I knew it was wrong but couldn’t help myself.
I don’t want to get too specific but I work at a company in an office building where over the course of about 2 years I would interact with a gentleman, Vince, who worked in the same building but not at the same company. I can’t say how things initially developed except sometimes arriving for work, or on a break where as a smoker I would go outside so would he. We would chit-chat, and over time developed where he could joke with me, or we might share some personal things about marriage, kids, life, etc. It was never a planned thing it was just over time where we became friendly. Plus, we would occasionally flirt or make a dirty joke or innuendos all from my perspective somewhat innocently. It was more fun than anything beyond that. Well until one day during that 8th year of marriage where I shared with him being depressed about how things were working out on the job, at home, etc. He took my hand and held it and I felt flushed with excitement. He asked if I could stay after work and have a drink at a hotel bar across the street where we could talk more. I can’t say I am naïve and maybe I just wanted him to make a pass or determine if he would do so for my own ego. In any event, I agreed to meet him after work and called my husband telling him I had to work overtime on a project and would be home late.
Let me share more about Vince. I would guess he is about 40 (I was 31 at the time) very well built tall and muscular. I can’t say he is handsome but has a certain attractive rugged look and again a work out type of physique. My husband on the other hand is thin, not muscular, is not much taller than me and I am 5’5”, but he is attractive with a great smile and manicured. So Vince was very much opposite physically.
I was excited to be doing something different and looked forward to meeting Vince after work. But, I didn’t give it that much thought. At 5 pm I crossed the street and went to the lobby bar seeing Vince sitting there. He greeted me getting up and surprised me by giving me a quick hug and kiss (we had never in anyway had been physical other than him holding my hand earlier that day). We sat and talked while sipping some margaritas and I could feel myself getting a little buzz by the 3rd one. It was fun and we talked and talked about our marriages, hopes, dreams, and wishes. We were there together and even nibbled on some light snacks and the conversations just flowed. After about an hour and a half, Vince got up and told me he would be right back. I assumed he was taking a bathroom break. Perhaps 5 minutes later Vince came back and said to come with him. He paid the bill leaving cash and actually put his arm under mine escorting me to an elevator. Where are we going, I asked? I got us a room, Vince smiled as he pushed the elevator button as the door closed. We were alone in the elevator and with Vince standing tall over me; he reached holding me and gave me a deep intimate kiss. I can’t, I gasped but there was a tingle in my loins and my heart raced. Vince continued to hold me and said we only live once as the elevator doors opened. I repeated I can’t but walked with him. Vince said to me, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do but I have had too much to drink to drive right away and we can sit and talk privately.
I should have turned around and left but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t felt so good about myself in quite a while as it was clear how Vince was attracted to me. It felt nice to be desired and I was experiencing a rush I hadn’t felt for a long time. He opened the room door and we stepped inside. There was a few seconds of silence and awkwardness as we walked inside. Vince simply turned around and held me tight whispering to me how attractive I was and how much he desired me and then started passionately kissing me. I knew it was wrong but couldn’t help myself.