Her curly red hair was always easy to pick out in a crowd. He often fantasized about her. Especially lately with thetroubles his wife was having. He felt guilty for even thinking of cheating on his wife. She had come down with a rare spine disease.
He loved his wife and he believed in his vows of in sickness and in health. But he was also a man and a year without sex was a long year. He would never act on these thoughts but there were times like now he would be sorely tempted.
He had even jacked off picturing Phoebe's red hair and her big tits. Afterward that had made him feel bad and he had said he would only think of his wife during those moments when he was relieving the pressure. But every so often Phoebe would be there in his thoughts when he was alone and helping himself.
He snapped back to reality and realized the customer had asked him a question. He replayed the last few seconds and realized the customer wanted to know what he was going to do about it. He took a deep breath and shifted the erection that had grown at the thought of Phoebe naked and bent over a cubicle that had inappropriately entered his mind and answered the customer's question.
He took a dozen more phone calls and then it was break time. He logged off his phone and picked up his book from his desk. He sat down in one of the leather chairs in the breakroom and started to read. A few minutes later he felt eyes on him. Looking up he saw Phoebe was standing in the break room doorway.
"Hey," he asaid lamely as he put the book down.
"Hey, some of us were going to get some drinks after work, you up to joinng us?" she asked with a smile.
"Let me check with the wife, but we should be able to join everyone," he said as he secretly wished he could ditch his wife and then immediately hated himself for thinking that.
"All right, just wanted to be sure you knew you were invited," she said. She smiled and went back to her cubicle.
He texted his wife and she said she didn't feel up to going, but that he should go. He said he would and that he'd see her later and that he loved her. She sent back that she loved him and to have fun. He looked up at the clock and saw that breaktime was over.
He walked by Phoebe's cubicle and leaned agaisnt the frame. She was on the phone but she looked up when he walked up. He mouthed that he would be there. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up. He walked back to his desk and put his headset back on his head.
He was actually going to hang out with Phoebe outside of work. He felt bad about how much he was looking forward to that. But not bad enough to not go. He had known Phoebe for a couple of years now. He trained her when she started with the company. They had hit it off right away and he had always thought that she'd have been the one if he wasn't already married.
Him and his wife had been married over ten years now and she was a few years older than him. They had a lot in common and he had never been tempted to cheat until he met Phoebe. And even then it wasn't till this last year of no sex that had really gotten him to even consider cheating.
But he knew it was just a fantasy. Everyone in the call center knew him and his wife. No one would ever want to him to cheat on his wife. So he knew this stirring for Phoebe was all in his head.
Quitting time rolled around and Dave the manager shut out the lights and turned off the phones. Everyone got out of there as quick as they could. As Brad was getting into his car he saw Phoebe geting in with a few other ladies. She waved when she saw him looking.
He waved back and cursed himself as an idiot for getting caught looking at her. He started his car and followed them to a local bar that also had lots of games. There was over a dozen of them going in at the same time. The call center group took over a corner of the bar and everyone ordered drinks.
The women at the call center out numbered the men and the same was true of this group. Brad sat with a couple of the guys and they talked sports. The guys were several years younger than Brad and sports wasn't really his thing. But he kept up enough to be able to have a conversation with them.
After getting their drinks a couple of the guys took off for the basketball shooter game leaving Brad alone at a tall table. He was just thinking of going over to join them when Phoebe and her friend Dawn walked up and sat down.
Brad smiled at both of them and asked them what was up. They talked shop and told stories of customers and some of the dumb things they said and did. A few more ladies joined them and they took turned swapping craziest phone call moments.
At one point Brad pulled out his phone and he saw that it was almost 7. He'd been here two hours. But it hadn't felt that long at all. He stood up and apoligized but said he needed to get home.
Phoebe stood up and asked if he could give her a lift back to the office. She had ridden with Dawn and Dawn wasn't ready to leave just yet. Brad said it was on his way home and so they walked out together. The sun was setting as they got into his car.
He tried moving some of the trash out of the floor as she got in. "Sorry about the mess, I really need to take some time to clean this thing," he said as he tossed some fast food bags into the back seat.
"Its no worse than mine," Phoebe said as she buckled up.
Brad took a second to look at her body when she wasn't looking. She was wearing a flowery blouse and a black dress that came down to her ankles. He felt a twinge of lust, but he pushed it deep down and started the car. They laughed and talked on the drive back to the call center's parking lot.
He pulled up next to her car and put his into park. He looked over at her and said, "Thanks for choosing Uber, please leave a positive rating for me.
"You get high marks from me," she said with a grin.
They looked at each other for several silent seconds and then her hand touched his on the steering wheel as she leaned toward him. Without realizing what was happening, he leaned toward her. Their lips touched and his eyes closed.
He reached a hand to the side of her face as his tongue slid past her parted lips. A part of him said to stop, but the rest of his body ignored that small voice. His tongue swirled slowly around hers as she slid her fingers through his hair. She twirled her fingers through his thick brown hair as their tongues danced playfully in her mouth.
Finally that small voice in the back of his mind screamed for him to stop and think. He pulled his lips from hers and opened his eyes. She looked at him with a small smile.
"Phoebe. . . I. . ." he started.
"I know. You're married. You're wife is having back problems. I know. But. . . I'm here. You're attracted to me. I know you've felt it."
He couldn't lie so he just nodded. "But I. . . I can't Phoebe."
The smile slowly slipped from her face and she nodded. "I understand Brad. But I'm here for you," she said as she reached out and put her hand on top of his.
"Thanks," he mumbled as he let his eyes fall from her intense gaze.
She pulled her hand away and got out of the car. She waved and got into her vehicle. He watched her drive away and immediately regretted rejecting her. What was he thinking. It had been over a year since he'd been with his wife and here was this red-headed woman throwing herself at him. But he was married. And that meant something. Didn't it?
He took a deep breath, adjusted the bulge that was still in his pants and drove home. He checked the mirror to make sure there wasn't any lipstick on his lips and he got out of the car. The sun had set and he walked into his house.
His wife was passed out in her recliner as he figured she would be. He quietly walked into their bedroom an stripped out of his clothes. His cock was still tingly from the kiss and he knew he was going to need to relieve the tension before he could do anything else.
He looked around and saw a cup on a dresser. He decided to do something he hadn't done since high school. He grabbed a blanket and stuffed it into the cup till there was just a tight hole. He put the cup on the bed and pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. He took his now renewed erection in his hand and stuck it into the blanket filled cup.
He held the cup with one hand as he began to hump it. He closed his eyes and his mind brought an image of Phoebe. At first he stopped and resisted. But he didn't have the will to stop. He pictured Phoebe naked as he thrust his hard shaft into the makeshift vagina.
He felt the pressure building as he thrust into the cup. His eyes closed and he imagined thrusting into Phoebe. His body looming over hers as she moaned his name. He gasped and covered his mouth as he moaned and came.
He lay there on the bed with his dick in the blanket filled cup for over a minute as his cock spurted his cream. Then he finally opened his eyes and pulled his deflated cock from the cup and the blankets out of the cup. He could see the stains his seed had left. He tossed the blanket in the dirty clothes hamper and he put the cup on back on the dresser.
He put his boxers back on and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went to the kitchen. He made himself a sandwich and sat down on the couch while his wife snored softly in her chair. He should do some things around the house but between the alcohol, the kiss, and masturbating, he just didn't feel like it.
Before he knew it he was falling asleep on the couch. His phone buzzed and he sat up on the couch. He looked over to see his wife was still asleep. He picked up his phone and saw that it was midnight. He had slept for two hours. He saw it was a text from Phoebe.
He guiltily looked over at his wife to make sure she was asleep. He opened the text and read it.
"Sorry about tonight. I just know life's been rough for you this last year. I hope we are still friends. And I want you to know I'm here for you."
He smiled at the text and thought about how to respond. He wanted Phoebe. There was no denying that. If they were ever alone together again, he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from going further with her. That frightened him but it also exhilirated him.
He had always loved his wife. They had been through a lot. They had never had any kids but they were ok with that. He still loved her. But between the pain and the medications. She just wasn't the same. He would never leave her, but here was Phoebe. A few years younger than him. And wanting him.
She had been married but the guy was a jerk and she had divorced him shortly after starting work at the call center. Brad and her had talked about it and he had tried to treat her like a younger sister. But that illusion was over now. He could never look at her as a younger sister now.
He decided what he would say so he started typing. "No need to apologize. You've been a great friend and nothing will ever change that. Can I come over Friday night and talk?"
His heart thudded in his chest. He knew he wasn't going over there to talk. And Phoebe knew he wasn't coming over to talk. He looked over at his sleeping wife. He remembered the day he proposed to her. He remembered their honeymoon. Over ten years fo marriage and he was potentially throwing it away.
But his body wanted Phoebe. He wanted to have sex. He was tired of jacking off alone in the bathroom or in the bedroom that they barely used because his wife's back hurt when she tried to lie flat. His phone buzzed in his hand.
He took a deep breath and opened the text. "Sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow. And don't worry. This stays between us."
He let out long sigh. He hadn't even thought of his co-workers. If any of them found out, odds are his wife would know shortly after. This was a dangerous game but he couldn't stop himself. he put his phone down and laid back down.
He tried going back to sleep but he couldn't. He finally got up and went to the bathroom. His cock was growing as he thought about Friday night with Phoebe. He yanked his boxers down and grabbed some lotion off the bathroom counter. He closed his eyes as he started jacking off.
His hand made squishy sounds as he beat off. He didn't even try to think of his wife this time. Phoebe. Red-haired and big bosomed Phoebe. What would it be like to make love to another woman. After almost fifteen years of faithfulness what would it be like to be inside another woman. He pictured Phoebe naked and bent over the bathroom counter as he rammed hsi cock into her. Her cries of pleasure. The feel of her pussy.
He clamped his teeth shut to keep from crying out as he came. He held his slick cock tightly as it twitched in his hand. He looked down at himself as his cum blasted out of him and onto the bathroom floor. His heart slowed and he let go of his cock. He grabbed a washrag from the hamper and wet it.
He cleaned his cock off and then knelt down and wiped up the evidence from the floor. He tossed the rag back into the hamper and pulled his boxers back up. He walked quietly back to the couch and he laid down and was finally able to fall back asleep.
The next several days passed in a blur. Phoebe didn't act any different toward him at work and no one seemed to suspect anything. The calls poured in each day and he went home tired and drained. He helped his wife with whatever she needed around the house and he took her grocery shopping one evening.
Each night Phoebe would text him. Each message filled with inuendos. Thursday evening he told Elayne that he was going to have to work late on Friday to help with a software upgrade. Which was sort of true. The office was getting new software and he was helping, but they'd be done well before quitting time.
He felt bad lying to his wife, but thoughts of Phoebe outweighed those negative feelings. Friday morning he walked into the office with butterflies in his stomach. It wasn't too late. He could still back out. But he knew he wouldn't. He smiled when he saw Phoebe and she winked at him with a smile in return.
He booted up his computer and logged into the network. He went to the manager's office and checked in with him. Dave handed him the disk and a sheet of serial numbers assigned to each employee. Brad started with his computer and once he had the software installed he moved to Jan who sat next to him.
They had an IT department that would do this but they had fouled up a software rollout and Dave had said he was going to use them as little as possible. Brad went from cubicle to cubicle installing the new software. He made small talk with each of his co-workers. Everyone asked how his wife was doing and he gave the same answer he had given for the last several months.
When he came to Phoebe's cubicle his heart beat a little faster. She was wearing black blouse and a red skirt that went below her knees. He noticed her blouse was buttoned a little lower than usual. He sat down and started the install. She stood beside him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Completely innocent seeming. But Brad felt his cock twitch at her touch. They made small talk about nothing. She was keeping her word that she wasn't going to tell anyone. But would she after tonight? The thought made him want to back out. But then she laughed at something he said and her hand squeezed his shoulder and those doubts fled.
As he left her cubicle he put his hand on her hip and let it slide across her stomach as he walked by. She sat down and logged back into the phione system as she looked up at him with a grin. He wasn't going to back out. He knew that now.
He finished all the installs a little after lunch and went back to his cubicle. During a phone call his cell buzzed. He picked it up and saw it was a text from Phoebe. It just said, "Counting the hours" with a winky emoji.
He texted back, "Counting the minutes" with a smiling emoji.
At break he took his book to the breakroom and was reading when his phone buzzed. He looked down and saw it was from Phoebe and had an attatchment. He looked around to make sure no one was around that could see.
He opened the message and saw a picture of Phoebe's cleavage and a message "See you soon."
He messaged back, "Not soon enough."
His cock had hardened at the picture. He had to shift in his seat. He took a deep breath and returned to his book. He had to get himself under control. He couldn't walk around the office with a hard on in his pants. It took several minutes but he finally got himself back in control.
He went to his cubicle and worked for the next hour. Right before quitting time he got another message with an attatchment. He looked around and made sure no one was walking by and opened it. It was a pitcue of Phoebe in the bathroom. She was holding up a pair of thin lace panties and the message said, "I'm ready."
His heart thudded in his chest. This was real. This was actually happening. He messaged back, "Me too,"
The phones were shut off and everyone left for the day. He got into his car and took a steadying breath. He was about to sneak out on his wife. Close to fifteen years of faithfulness and he was going to toss it aside. But it had been so long since a woman had touched him. He needed this.
He opened his phone and looked at the picture of red headed Phoebe holding her panties. Yes. He needed this. He started his car and drove to Phoebe's place. She lived in a small house about twenty minutes from the office.
They arrived at about the same time and he parked in front of her house. He walked up to the front door as Phoebe was opening it. She smiled and held the door open for him. Once he was inside she shut and locked it. His heart raced in his chest as she sat her small purse down.
She took him by the hand and led him to the small living room. They sat down on the couch together and they looked into each other's eyes. He saw she was nervous too. But he also saw the desire there.
He leaned in toward her and pressed his lips to hers. He rested a hand on her upper arm as her lips parted for him. Their tongues touched and his eyes closed. She put a hand on his chest and gripped his shirt as his tongue circled hers.
He moved his hand to her chest as their tongues played. His cock was straining against his pants as he grabbed one of her tits through the thin material of her black blouse. She pulled her lips from his and moaned as he squeezed her breast.
"Oh gawd yes Brad," she moaned as he moved his lips to her neck. Her head leaned back as he sucked lightly on her neck. His hand continued to caress her breast as he licked the side of her neck.
She reached up and started unbuttoning her blousse. Brad pulled away from her and watched as she finished the last button and shrugged out of her blouse. She wore a black bra and his eyes were riveted to her bosom as she reached behind her to unclasp it.
She pulled it off and he sucked in a deep breath as he got his first view of her pale and freckled breasts. His cock twitched in his pants as he stared at his first pair of real tits since his wife. He looked up at her face and she was looking at him expectantly.
"Shit Phoebe,. they're. . . stunning," he whispered.
Then he put both his hot hands on them and lowered his face to one of them. She ran her fingers through his thick hair as he kissed her breasts. She moaned as he sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
"Ahhh. . . yes Brad. . . . ohhh gawd. . . yes. . . that feels amazing," she moaned as he took turns sucking one nipple and then the other.
He moved his lips to valley between her titties and kissed there. Then he sucked on the inside of one, leaving a hickey there. Then he moved to other breast and sucked a hickey on it while her fingers played in his hair.
Then she pushed him away. He looked up wondering if he had done something wrong or if she was having second thoughts. She took his hands in hers and looked into his eyes. "Let's go to my bedroom."
Brad nodded in agreement and stood up. He helped her to her feet and she held his hand as they walked down the hallway. She led him into a medium sized bedroom with a queen sized bed in it. A small lamp cast a dim light in the room. She let go of his hand and walked over to what was apparently her side of the bed.
He walked to the other side of the bed as she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her hips. He stared at her naked body. She really had taken her panties off. "Holy. . . gawd. . . you're beautiful," he said in a low voice.
"Your turn," she said as she climbed onto the bed and under the sheets.
He quickly pulled his polo shirt off and undid his pants. He kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants down. He stepped out of them and pulled his boxer-briefs down and kicked them aside. He stood up straight and looked into her eyes. She was staring at his engorged cock.
He knew he wasn't the most well endowed man, but he was slightly above average. She looked up at his eyes and patted the bed next to her. He took a few seconds to pull his socks off and then climbed into bed next to her.
He knew there was no way he would last thirty seconds inside Phoebe. It had been too long since he'd had actual sex. Proper sex that didn't involve his hand, or the edge of the bathroom counter, or a cup with blankets shoved into it. He wanted this to be special.
So he rolled onto his side to face her and slid his hand up to her shoulder. He gently pushed her onto her back as his mouth covered hers. He slid a hand down her stomach and to the red thatch of trimmed hair abover her womanhood.
Her legs parted as his fingers traced the outside of her folds of flesh. She was wet. His tongue played with hers as he slowly pushed one finger into her. She broke the kiss and cried out as his finger pressed deep into her.
"Ohhh fuck. . . yes. Ohhh gawd Brad. . .yes," she cried as he slid a second finger into her.
She was tight. But so wet. He moved his mouth to the closest titty and kissed it as he let his thumb find her clit. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he began to rub his thumb over her pleasure button. She moaned loudly as his fingers stroked inside her wet tunnel.
He circled and stroked methodically as he moved his mouth to her neck. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as fingered her. He told her beautiful she was and how much he wanted her. His tempo quickened as he felt her legs tense. Her eyes had closed and she was breathing hard as he worked her pussy.
And then with a wild scream she came. She grabbed his hand and pushed it against her pussy. "Push hard. . . hard. . ." she pled as he pushed his fingers deep into her pussy. He could feel it spasm around his fingers as she moaned and writhed.
After seceral seconds she opened her eyes and looked at him with lust. "Fuck me Brad. . . fuck me."
Brad wanted to resist. He wanted to finger her some more. Make her cum again and again. But hearing those words broke every wall. His lust for her overwhelmed him and he found himself climbing over her and taking his dick in his hand.
He rubbed the tip against her wet entrance. With a deep breath he pushed his erection into her. They both moaned as he filled her slick vacancy. He stayed there inside her just savoring the feel of her wet flesh as it enveloped his rigid shaft.
But then he felt it. He was going to cum. He started thrusting wildly into her. His hard flesh plunged into her as he moaned her name over and over. he could feel the pressure build. His pulse raced as he felt all control flee. His eyes closed and all other senses dulled before the need for release.
"Ahhh shit. . . ohhh gawd. . . fuck. . . I'm. . . I'm gonna. . . Ahhhhh. . ." he grunted as he thrust one last time into her and came.
His forehead rested against hers as he felt his cock twitch wildly as he spewed his cream into her. His heart slowed as he empited himself into her. Once he had finished, conscious thought slowly returned.
He had cheated on his wife. The gravity of the situation hit him and felt terrible. His wife was in pain at home and he was hear with this woman. Then he felt her lips on his.
"Thank you Brad," she whispered.
That lessened his guilt. He opened his eyes and kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her forehead. "Thank you," he whispered back.
He slowly pulled his deflated cock out of her and he rolled off of her. He laid next to her and she snuggled up to him. She put one hand on his chest and played with his chest hair as he stared up at the ceiling.
"That was good," she said softly.
"Yes. Gawd it was," he replied with a nod.
"You were my first since my divorce," she said as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.
"Really. I. . . I just thought. . ." he stumbled not knowing how to finish the thought.
"You thought I just do this sort of thing all the time?" she said with a chuckle.
"No. But I figured there'd have at least been one other guy. I know you've gone out with other guys."
"True, but none of them did it for me. No chemistry. You know?" she said as she kissed his cheek.
"Yeah. I know. But I also know this is wrong," he mumbled.
"Maybe. But you needed it. I needed it. And it happened."
"Its just. I'm married. I still love Elayne. . . Its just. . ." he started and trailed off.
"She can't do this for you," she finished as she slid her hand down to his limp dick.
"No. She can't," he replied as he rolled over onto his side to face her.
She gripped his slick penis in her hand as he pressed his lips to hers. He could feel a renewed lust stirring within him as his tongue touched hers. He grabbed one of her titties and squeezed as he let his tongue dance with hers. He felt his cock harden and grow as they made out in her bed.
She pulled her lips from his and looked down at his renewed erection and back up at him. "That didn't take long."
"Its been over a year. I think he's excited," he said with a smirk.
She pushed him onto his back and he looked up at her as she straddled his waist. Their eyes locked as she took his erection in her hand and aimed it at her wet slit. She slowly impaled herself on his erection as they stared into each other's eyes.
She leaned over him and kissed his lips as he reached up and clutched both her tits. She bucked slowly against him as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. Her drenched pussy slid up and down the length of his shaft as he leaned up and kissed one of her titties.
"Ohhh gawd Brad. . . ohhh gawd. . . yes. . . yes. . . ahhhhh fuck yes. .. " she moaned as she rode his dick.
She put both hands on his chest and pushed herself up so she was sitting straight up on him. He watched her breasts bounce as she rode him. Her pace quickened as she bounced up and down on him. The sounds of their bodies slapping together mixed with their moans and the squeaking of the bed.
He moved a hand to their connection and let his fingers find her clit. She cried out in ecstasy as he pressed against it. She pounded him into the bed as he stroked her pleasure center.
"Ohhh Brad. . . Brad. . .. fuck. . . yes. . . ohhh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd . . ." she cried as she slammed herself downward .
He watched her titties bounce and saw her eyes close as she fiercely rode him. His fingers rubbed her hard pleasure nub as she bucked against him. She reached up and grabbed her large freckled titties with both hands. She held them as her red hair swayed with her wild movements.
She rubbed her titties as she passionately rode him.His fingers worked her clit as the bed shook with her forceful pounding. Her cries grew louder and louder as she repeatedly slammed down onto him. He could feel her legs tense as she rose and fell onto him.
And then she impaled herself and collapsed on top of him as she screamed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as she shuddered against him. He rubbed her back as she moaned and whimpered with ecstatic release.
After a few minutes of recovery she slowly raised her head and looked down at him. "What do you want to do next?"
He didn't say anything for several seconds. "Seriously, you name it," she prompted.
"Doggy style," he finally confessed.
She grinned and pulled her drenched pussy off him. She pulled a pillow under her arms and got on all fours. Brad's cock jumped as he got on his knees behind her. He grabbed his soaked cock in one hand and after a few tries, found her pussy.
He groaned as he pushed his dick into her. He grabbed her hips as he sunk all the way into her. She rested her head on the pillow as he started thrusting into her. His pelvis slapped against her buttocks as he rocked into her.
"Ahhh yes Brad. . . that's it. . . fuck me. . . fuck me hard. . ." she cried as he nailed her hard and fast.
His eyes closed as he felt himself nearing his climax. He never could last long doing it doggy style. He moaned each time his dick plunged into her hot wetness. His fingers dug into her hips as he repeatedly crashed into her.
"Phoebe. . . ohh gawd yes. . . yes Phoebe. . . ohhh shit. . . shit. . .ohhh fuck yes. . . fuck. . " he growled as he barbarically plowed into her.
He could feel the dam burst. He plunged deep into her and exploded. He cried out wordlessly as he felt his cock spasm inside her. They both moaned as he shot his hot cream into her.
After several seconds he let go of her hips and pulled his slowly shrinking flesh out of her. She flopped onto her stomach as he collapsed beside her. "Holy fuck. . . Phoebe. . . gawd that was incredible," he groaned as he looked over at her.
"Yes it was," she whispered as she reached over and put her hand on the side of his face.
His eyes slowly closed and he felt himself drifting. He was just about to fall asleep when he realized where he was. He opened his eyes and looked at Phoebe. She was still looking at him and she smiled when their eyes met. "Tuckered out?" she asked.
"Apparently. What time is it?"
She rolled over and looked at her alarm clock. "Its 7:30. When do you need to leave?"
"Pretty quick. Sorry," he said as he sat up in her bed.
"I understand. This was good though. Right?" she asked as she reached out and put her hand on top of his.
"So good," he repled as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
He got out of bed and she watched him as he got dressed. He sat on the bed to put his socks amd shoes on his feet. She sat up and moved behind him. She kissed his neck and wrapped her arms around him as he finished tying his shoe.
He pulled away from her embrace and stood up. He looked down at her smiled. "This. . . this really was special."
"For me too, Brad. See you Monday at work," she said with a hint of disappointment.
"Definitely," he replied.
He leaned down and gave her another kiss on the lips. Her mouth opened and his tongue slid against her tongue. They kissed for a minute before Brad finally broke away.
"Thanks, Phoebe. See you Monday," he said as he backed out of the bedroom.
He left her house and got in his car. He'd get home a little after eight. He drove home as if in a dream. He felt better. But still had that naggging sense of guilt. But his wife couldn't do what Phoebe had done. And it had felt so good. He felt younger. Freer than he had in a year.
He pulled into their driveway and killed the engine. He pulled out his phone and looked at Phoebe's messages. He looked at the picture of her holding her lacy panties one last time and deleted the whole conversation. He took a deep breath before walking into his house.
His wife was asleep in her chair. Just as he figured she would be. Some home improvement show was playing softly on the tv. He went to the bathroom and took a shower. Once he was done he changed into shorts and a t-shirt and went back to the livingroom.
Elayne stirred as he sat down. "Mmmmm. How was work?"
"It was good. Typical stuff," he replied hoping he sounded more nonchalant than he actually felt.
"The software get installed?"
"Yep, it went off with out any glitches," he answered as he looked over at her.
She nodded and was soon back asleep. He took out his phone and composed a message to Phoebe. "Tonight was amazing. Thank you so much for being there for me."
Several minutes went by and his phone buzzed. "Miss you. We need to do this again. Soon."
"Yes. We'll have to figure out how." He texted back.
"Definiely. Good night" was her reply.
He deleted the messages ajnd laid down on the couch. Within a few minutes he was sleeping more deeply than he had in months.
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