A very good friend of mine suggested I start a blog detailing what's happened to me in the past few years and what's come out of it all. She writes a blog and feels it can be a cathartic way of getting rid of anger (or in my case, no doubt confessing a few sins!)
So, a bit about me, well I'm a 29 year old woman who until a few years ago was happily married with a young son by a wonderful man. That all changed one day when I came home early from my parents house to find my husband sitting on the sofa, his trousers round his ankles, some 'woman' (I use the term very loosely!) kneeling in between his legs and giving him what can only be described (judging from the look on his face) as the blowjob of his life! Fast forward several months, I was living in a small rented house suffering from depression and he was having the time of his life with anyone he chose.
My depression lasted around a year until one day I realised that not only was letting myself down but my son too and over the next few months managed to get off most of my medication and found myself a part time job in the local cash and carry. Yes I know not very exciting but I had to fit it in with childcare etc.
This is me now, just over a year later, still working in the cash and carry although I now work in the back office doing such exciting things as cashing up and paperwork..... ooohhh..... the thrilling life I lead!
I know what you're thinking, well this is all well and good but surely that's it? Not much of a blog is it if it ends at the beginning! Or does it.....? The truth of the matter is although my husband was the one who cheated on me initially, finally after all these months and years I have come to realise that in fact he did me a MASSIVE favour, I'm free..... free to live as I see fit and although I hadn't meant for any of the rest of the events in this blog to happen.... they just sort of...... did! (whoops!)
So..... it all started.......
......one night I was working late, as always, and all but one of the managers had gone home. We'd found a discrepancy and were trying to get it sorted when Pete, the manager, went off to make us both a cuppa. I must've got so engrossed in my work that I hadn't heard him come in the door, yet a small noise behind me caused me to jump and whip my head round to see what had made it. In doing so there was an almighty crack as my neck went and I yelped in pain. Immediately Pete began acting concerned wanting to know if I needed the hospital or if I could see ok, if anything hurt etc etc. Several minutes went by before I could finally speak and managed to whisper I was ok and began checking my neck and shoulders to see if anything was broken, strained, pulled etc. Once I realised everything was fine, Pete laid his hands on my shoulders from behind me (he was standing and I was still sitting at the desk) and asked if maybe a neck massage would be a good thing and without waiting for a reply he started.
You may not think this is an issue, but there were two problems with what he was doing, the first being that though Pete is 20 years older than me he is a very sweet and extremely attractive older man. The second being that, for me, my neck and shoulders are major errogenous zones and I immediately began to feel turned on. His hands were slightly rough but he was being gentle to start with, being careful to make sure he wasn't hurting me, but as I didn't make any pained noises the pressure from his hands began to build working up and down my neck and across my shoulders. Suddenly I let out a moan and instantly felt his hands stiffen on my shoulders, he asked if he'd hurt me and all I could do was whisper I was fine. This carried on for what felt like an eternity until, using every ounce of willpower I had, I asked him to stop. He wanted to know why and all I could reply was that I didn't think it was appropriate considering he was a married man and to my relief he stepped back and I continued my work.
I'd like to say it ended there but sadly it did not as a minute or so later I felt his hands back on my shoulders, this time sliding further forwards as if attempting to reach my breasts, once again I felt my breath begin to quicken as I attempted to tell him to stop. Then he did something which basically unleashed all the pent up hurt, anger and frustration from my husbands betrayal, he lent forward, kissed up my neck and whispered in my ear 'I want you'
I'd like to give you a graphic analysis of what happened next, I really would, but the truth is I honestly don't know! The next bit I seem to be able to remember is me laying on a desk full of receipts with my top open and breasts exposed, my skirt round my waist and his cock buried deep inside me as we grunted and groaned loudly enough for half the world to hear. I remember it lasting not very long at all, I remember getting dressed again and finishing the work we needed to do, but I don't remember getting home or going to bed that night - strange what you forget isn't it?
The thing is, this late night encounter with Pete turned me into some sex-starved whore and this blog is basically to be a record of it all, as I mentioned at the beginning, a way of confessing my sins. I know this entry has been long and for that I apologise but I felt it best to bring you up to speed as it were :)
Kaylee
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