I was married and sex was OK with my husband on Saturday, birthdays, Christmas and holidays. I was 32 and working on myself in the afternoon. I was always alone at 4.30 at the beginning of every week. Paul did work with me but he changed jobs and moved to a new company. 

He came in to pay his bill.

"Would you like a drink after work?" He asked.

"I have to go home."

He walked towards the door. We had always flirted, but that was all.

"Why did you not ask me before?"

"I worked with you?"

I always liked Paul, when he asked me for a drink I was tempted and excited. 

"Lock the door."

Paul locked the door and returned to me. He kissed me. That was it I wanted him. He wanted me. His hands ran over my body, he found my breasts. I felt his hard person in his trousers. He pushed his hand up my skirt.

"Do you have a rubber?"

"No, take your knickers off, don't worry my cock will not touch you."

I believed him. I Do not know why, but I think it was because I  wanted him. I pulled my knickers off and he sat me on the desk and pulled my skirt up. He devoured me and he pleasured me twice. 

He kissed me and I enjoyed it.

"Is that all you want?"

"No, I want to penetrate you."

"Why didn't you have rubbers?"

"I forgot how much I have always wanted you. I will have them next time, do you want a next time?"

"Yes, yes I do!"

I pulled it out and felt it naked. He told me to suck it and I did.

He came back each week to pay his bill and he had rubbers. I enjoyed the naughty feeling of cheating on my husband, but I enjoyed Paul wanting me. I tried to convince myself that it was only wonderful sex, but gradually I know it was more.