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"Just to be sure." I rolled my eyes at her, but I turned the knob, carefully cracking it open. I saw a familiar face, but it was neither of our spouses. Instead, it was Brian. My coworker was completely naked, ropy muscles straining, as he pumped his dick into a woman laying splayed on the bed. I didn't recognize her, but she certainly wasn't Brian's wife. This woman was short and chubby with dark, curly hair. Her legs were up on Brian's shoulders She grunted with every violent thrust.

"I- I can't help it. It's a compulsion. My shrink says I'm a sex addict." Ben looked at her in concern. "You've done this before." She nodded. "And you're seeing a doctor about it?" She nodded again. "How often are your sessions?" he asked. "Twice a month. When I fly home." "And between these sessions you fuck strangers." "Co-workers too!" she insisted as if that made it better. Ben considered the woman's occupation. Long hours in the air, interacting with strangers, layovers, and horny work mates. "Your co-workers know about your addiction? Have any tried to help?"

I pointed at her, turned my body toward the door, and dashed inside, not giving her time to deflect my words or embarrass me if there was anyone listening. “So, that’s your baby mama?” One of my male co-workers asked as we all watched Lexi walk towards the coffee shop. “Damn it, how did you get so lucky? We see her pass by here all the time, and Frank…” “And Frank will kill you if he finds out she’s your girlfriend,” the other added. I could have corrected him and said she wasn’t my girlfriend, but he talked about Frank, and that left a sour taste in my mouth. “He’s been digging that chick for a long time before she went away and came back with a baby.”

Some were even whispering behind her back. She didn't think much of it until a coworker who was on good terms with her told her, "Lisa, take a look at our company forum." Lisa immediately opened the forum. She quickly figured out what was going on. Someone had posted a thread on the company's internal forum with the title "I saw a coworker having an affair." The content of the thread was two photos, one showing her being pulled into the hotel by Terry, taken from the back, and the other showing her coming out of the hotel in a different set of clothes.

He only made sure to take pills for prevention of STD’s and STI’s after sexual intercourse with them, so why did he feel different in Anna’s case? Maxwell knew that a lot of shit went down in this company, he knew most of the staff were having sex with each other and he was a strong advocate of satisfying your temptations within the confines of consent and work balance. As long as they were getting their job done, he didn’t care what they did in their offices, it never bothered him.

"You're so wild at heart, and you can't even behave like a decent human being! "At the very least, return their money, compensate them for emotional distress, and apologize properly. End things peacefully if you want to break up. Why resort to violence?" These coworkers, completely ignorant of the truth, had chosen to believe Karen's one-sided story without question. In their eyes, I was already nailed to the pillar of shame—the unforgivable one at fault. It was honestly so absurd I almost wanted to laugh.

We talked for hours about the separation, how the distance only intensified our bond, planning future adventures. But the gathering storm of suspense arrived quickly. Back at work, things grew risky. Marcus's colleague, a sharp-eyed woman named Lena, noticed how distracted he was and the fresh hickeys peeking from his collar. "Rough weekend?" she teased in the break room. He played it cool, but the paranoia set in. At home, he told me, and instead of worry, it fueled us. That night, we roleplayed the scenario, me as the nosy coworker "catching" him, leading to punishment sex in his home office.

I smiled triumphantly, “Many people say I have nice breasts, too.” “I don’t doubt it, I’ve seen them twice.” Double shit. “Yeah, thanks for remembering.” “I’ll never forget,” he smiled mischievously. “Want to give me another chance to see them?” Damn it. I could have thrown the pot of pasta I was boiling at his face. But what would I get out of it? How would I explain it to Zach and the two other women in this apartment? Should I tell them that Max was trying to flirt with me?

But then she is my close friend and theres nothing that I don't usually tell her, except some exclusive things that have happened between Mr Wilson and I. Which is over now! I reminded myself. "I was on the 4th floor." I said confidently. "Why..." She dragged. "Sean and I just had a make-out sesh." I whispered. From her facial expression, I could tell she didn't seem too happy about it. "What?" I looked at her innocently. "I thought you said you couldn't work with him anymore and you were going to quit?" She sounded slightly pissed. "Well... yeah. But because I'm quitting doesn't mean I wouldn't get to see him. In fact, I think its better that way because then we wouldn't be co-workers. I th

"C'mon, you know you wanna. Sexy time at work is hot, yo." "And you'd know that... how?" "I worked at Subway last summer for a few weeks. My future boyfriend at the time Alex came by while I was working close one night and I jacked him off behind the counter. Asshole came without warning, too -- had to wipe the shit off in some old bitch's meatball parm." "I suppose I need not probe why you only lasted a few weeks." "Nah, manager didn't see anything. Old bitch caught me stealing from the register. Allegedly."