I’d been working at the bank for several years when they hired Jenny. She was a petite 23-year-old white girl from the Midwest. Big brown eyes and long, straight brunette hair. Her small size and innocent face gave her a young look. But her big tits and round ass made her sexy as hell.
We didn’t work in the same division, but we worked on the same floor. So we saw each other all the time. I was actually dating another co-worker at the time, though. So I tried staying away from Jenny, at first.
But it was pointless…
We were clearly attracted to each other. We’d eye-fuck in the hallways. Then we started chatting in the break room. Then emailing back and forth at work. Then texting.
Finally, we went on our first date. She drove over to my house; then we went to a Japanese restaurant. It was awkward. She didn’t eat or drink anything. She just watched while I did. And she seemed really nervous! After dinner, we returned to my place. She’d relaxed a bit and agreed to come inside. But she wouldn’t let me fuck her. So we just made out and messed around for a while before she went home.
Jenny came over again a few days after that. No date this time. We were sick of waiting, we just attacked each other. Got naked and fucked, fast. It was a relief, honestly. After all those weeks of teasing each other. Worth the wait, too. The sex was pretty damn good, we were very compatible.
So we kept it up.
But there were a few issues. Like I said, I was still dating a different co-worker. I was discrete, so neither girl knew about the other. Yet. Oh, and then there was the baby. That’s right, Jenny had a daughter. And her ‘baby daddy’ was still in the picture, he lived here in town.
I didn’t mind. It seemed like a good situation. Jenny couldn’t spend much time with me, because of her child. She’d come over, we’d fuck, and then she’d leave. We rarely went on dates, and I never spent money on her.
It was fun – our dirty little secret.
But the situation was also a ticking time-bomb…
It started with ‘The Talk.’ We’d been fucking for several months before she brought it up. Laying naked in my bed one afternoon.
‘Are you dating anyone else?’ she said.
‘Yes.’ I said.
I wasn’t gonna lie. But Jenny didn’t like my answer. So she left right away. Bawling. Then she texted me, later on the same day. She still wanted to keep dating. And so we slept together for several more months, with no problems.
One evening we were texting, like normal, when she abruptly went radio silent. I didn’t think much of it. I was busy anyway; I set my phone aside. Then checked it a few hours later. Multiple texts, missed calls, voicemails, and emails! At first, they were all from her number, pretending to be her. But then, they came from a new number. One I didn’t recognize…
It finally dawned on me. These were from Jenny’s baby daddy! He’d stolen her iPhone. Found my info. Then started his barrage. And from what I could gather, it looked like they were married!
I was pissed. I almost sent him naked pics, the ones of her I had stored in my phone. Just to be an asshole. But I stopped myself. No need to provoke him. I was fucking his wife. He knew where I worked. And he’d directly threatened me with violence. I didn’t know what he would do. People go on killing sprees for less.
I brought my .40 caliber handgun with me to work the next day. Fully loaded, with the extra mag. 24 rounds. Just in case.
But Jenny skipped work, and her husband never showed.
So I sent her an email.
“Are you married?” I said.
“Yeah jerkoff, you knew she was married!” he emailed back, right away.
He was controlling all her accounts now.
I didn’t respond.
Later that day, he messaged me again.
But his tone had changed:
“Hey man. She just told me you didn’t know she was married. You can understand my frustration. Please just stay away from my wife.” he said.
I ignored him.
About a week later, my cock began to itch. I went to my doc. Tested positive for chlamydia. I called Jenny, to tell her she’d infected me. She was nonchalant, already knew she had it. Her husband had fucked another girl and then given it to her. Thankfully, it was just an STI. Some antibiotics, a week of no sex, and I was good as new.
We never hooked up again.
But we did have lunch, one last time.
Told me she loved me.
So I forgave her.
But then I never saw her again. She quit the bank, divorced her husband, and moved back to the Midwest. Last I heard, she was re-married, with another child on the way.
Good luck, baby.
Total Cost: $14 (first date)
Total Time: 90 minutes (first date)
Lesson Learned: Work-place affairs have consequences. I got lucky.
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