Sex with Colleague in stormy afternoon at office

My real story with colleague.

My husband, Jack, thinks I'm at yoga. Fuck him. The real reason I stayed late was to avoid his suffocating presence in our apartment, the constant expectation of having sex or pretending like everything's fine when it so isn't.

I can't remember the last time we had a meaningful conversation. It all feels like hollow routine now - waking up next to each other, making love out of obligation rather than desire, dinner dates where we silently dissect our days while ignoring the elephant in the room: that our marriage is dying and neither of us knows how to resuscitate it.

My phone buzzes with an email alert. I glance at the screen - a notification from Alex, my colleague, telling me he's stuck working late too. Figures. He's always been more reliable than Jack.

As the storm rages outside, I pour myself another cup of lukewarm coffee and settle into my chair, trying to focus on a report that refuses to make sense. Suddenly, our boss announces over the intercom that everyone else has left due to the severe weather warning, leaving just Alex and me behind.

The office falls quiet except for the rain pounding against the windows like angry fists. I can't help but notice how attractive Alex is - those piercing blue eyes, his messy blond hair, and that charming smile that always seems to disarm me. He's easygoing, attentive, and genuinely listens when others speak. Not at all like Jack, who only hears what he wants.

"Looks like it's just us now," Alex says, strolling over to where I sit with a casual grace that makes my thighs clench together. "We should probably lock up soon."

"Nah, let's ride this out," I reply, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it onto the chair beside me.

For hours, we work in silence, occasionally exchanging pleasantries about the weather or sharing small talk to fill the void. The atmosphere is tense yet relaxed - like waiting for something to happen without knowing what that might be.

Around midnight, when most people are already tucked into bed, Alex suggests we grab a snack from the break room. I nod, standing up and stretching my arms over my head, feeling every inch of my body ache with exhaustion. The fluorescent lights flicker and then die, plunging us into darkness.

"Fuck," Alex curses under his breath. "Looks like Mother Nature decided to give us an intimate evening."

I smirk, amused by his quick wit in the face of power failure. "Well, it's not like we can exactly call for backup now."

The room is warm and stuffy, so we decide to open some windows despite the storm outside. The rain drenches our faces as we lean out into the night air. It's a strange mix of exhilarating danger and freedom.

"Jesus, this wind is crazy," Alex shouts over the noise of the downpour.

"Tell me about it!" I yell back, laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

As we pull back inside, the chill from our wet clothes sends shivers down my spine. It's then that I notice how close we're standing - our bodies almost touching as we brush against each other. A spark ignites between us, and suddenly, everything feels hotter than it should.

"Maybe we can use this opportunity to catch up a bit more," Alex suggests in a low voice, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my core throb.

"Yeah...that's not a bad idea." My throat tightens as I utter the words. It's been ages since I've felt truly seen or heard by anyone, much less someone who isn't family.

We sit down at a small table in the break room, our legs touching under the tablecloth. Alex pulls out his phone to light our faces but soon realizes it won't work without power. The darkness is a blessing and a curse - it allows us to be more candid than usual, yet it also makes me hyper-aware of every breath he takes, each time our thighs press together.

"So, Nina," Alex begins, "what brings you here so late on a night like this?"

My gaze drifts out the window into the torrential rain. "Honestly? I just needed to get away from...home."

Alex's expression softens with empathy, and his hand reaches out to gently squeeze mine under the tablecloth. The contact sends a jolt through my entire body.

"I know the feeling," he murmurs. "Sometimes even your own apartment can feel like a prison cell."

We talk about everything and nothing - our jobs, childhood memories, favorite books and movies. It's easy, effortless conversation that leaves me feeling seen and understood in ways I haven't experienced since...well, ever.

As the hours pass, our words become more personal, revealing cracks in our facades. Alex shares his fears of being stuck in a dead-end job while chasing his dreams on the side. I confess my struggles to connect with Jack after years of emotional neglect.

The storm rages on outside, but inside, it's just us, wrapped in an electric tension that seems to pulse through every molecule in the room. With each confession, each laugh, we inch closer until our legs are pressed together beneath the table, our thighs and knees touching. It takes all my restraint not to let out a soft moan as I feel his growing erection pressing against me.

As the night wears on, the power finally flickers back to life. The room fills with an artificial glow that illuminates Alex's eyes, dark lashes fanned across his cheeks. His gaze sweeps over my face, drinking in every feature as if he wants to commit them to memory.

"Nina," he breathes, his voice low and husky, "you're stunning when you let your guard down."

My heart skips a beat as I meet his eyes, that spark of attraction between us now palpable enough to ignite. "You're not so bad yourself," I reply with a flirtatious smirk.

Alex's Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard. He glances around the break room - empty, save for the two of us - before slowly standing up from his chair. His movements are deliberate, each step echoing through the stillness like the beat of my own racing heart.

He reaches out a hand to me, palm up in silent invitation. The offer is clear: take it or leave it. My mind knows this is wrong - I'm married, and Alex is just...Alex - but my body betrays every rational thought. I place my hand in his without hesitation.

The next thing I know, Alex has pulled me to my feet and pressed me against the wall beside the vending machines. His free hand cradles my face, fingers tracing the curve of my jaw as he leans in close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips. "I've wanted this," he admits huskily, "since the first moment I met you."

My stomach does a backflip as I look up at him, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes me weak. "Me too," I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away from his.

Alex's mouth descends on mine, hot and insistent. His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth like it owns the place. The taste of him - equal parts salt and mint - is intoxicating. Our bodies press together tightly; I can feel the outline of his erection throbbing against my belly through our clothes.

I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming down to cup my ass. He squeezes gently before sliding them up underneath my shirt to stroke my sides. Each touch sends jolts of electricity coursing through me, amplifying every sensation tenfold.

Our lips break apart briefly for air, and Alex nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, breathing in deeply as if committing my scent to memory. "You smell so good," he murmurs against my skin.

I shiver at the sensation - the warmth of his breath mixed with the coolness of the office's air conditioning. My nipples harden under Alex's hands, and I arch my back, silently begging for more contact.

As if reading my mind, Alex slides one hand up to cup a heavy breast while teasing its nipple between his fingers. A sharp gasp escapes me as pleasure spikes through my chest. He repeats the motion several times until I'm panting, my hips rocking against him in search of friction.

"Fuck, Nina," he groans into my ear, "I've fantasized about touching you like this for months."

My head lolls back against the wall as Alex's other hand slides up to play with my nipple on the other side. The dual stimulation sends me spiraling toward an orgasm far too quickly, but I don't care. No one is here to witness our transgression; no judgmental eyes or prying ears to interrupt this moment of selfish pleasure.

The sound of heavy breathing fills the room as we both struggle for control. Alex's erection pulses against my stomach, a clear sign that he's equally on edge. A sudden surge of power rushes through me - the electricity is literal and figurative. My skin tingles with anticipation as I reach down to unbutton his pants, eager to free the throbbing cock I've been dying to touch.

"Condoms are in my desk drawer," Alex says, voice ragged with need.

I nod before he even finishes speaking and dash across the room to retrieve them. When I return, Alex has shed his clothes completely, standing nude in the dimly lit break room while rain pounds against the windows like a drummer's furious beat.

As we undress each other, our hands tremble slightly - a mix of nervous excitement and desire. His erection springs free from his boxers, thick and long, already beading with precum at the tip. My pussy clenches in response, desperate for relief from this constant ache that's been plaguing me.

Alex lays me down on one of the conference tables, the cold metal surface a stark contrast to our heated bodies. We shed what little remains of our clothing - my panties and bra, Alex's boxers - before he settles between my thighs. The sensation of his body hovering over mine is dizzying; I feel like I might pass out from anticipation.

"Tell me about your marriage," he whispers, voice low and husky, as he teases the entrance to my pussy with his cockhead. "What went wrong?"

I close my eyes, focusing on the exquisite torture of being this close to orgasm but holding back. Jack's indifference, his lack of emotional support, our sex life dwindling to almost nothing...all the reasons why I'm cheating flood my mind.

"It just feels like a chore," I admit in a hushed tone, "like we're going through the motions instead of truly connecting."

Alex nods sympathetically before leaning down to kiss the hollow of my throat. "You deserve better than that."

His lips trail lower until they reach my breasts, taking time to worship each nipple with his mouth and tongue. I throw my head back against the table, a soft moan slipping past my parted lips as he teases me mercilessly.

Alex's attention shifts downward, and he drags his nose along the apex of my thighs before dipping it between them. "Mmm, you smell like heaven," he praises, his breath warm against my slick folds. He licks through my slit with long, sweeping strokes that leave me squirming in ecstasy. When he finally sinks two fingers inside me, I nearly scream.

"Nina...fuck, you're so wet." His voice is thick with arousal as he pumps and curls those magical digits within me. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my lower belly, making it hard to breathe. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him for support, my inner muscles clenching greedily around his fingers.

When Alex pulls back, I'm panting like a woman starved - which, in truth, I am. His cock probes at my entrance, seeking purchase against the slick heat of my pussy. We both moan simultaneously as he slips inside me with one smooth thrust, filling me to the brim. The sensation is overwhelming yet sublime.

"Christ, Nina," Alex groans, his forehead pressed against mine, "you're tighter than I imagined."

I bite back a whimper, focusing on adjusting to the invasion of his length. Once he's fully seated within me, we pause to catch our breath, savoring the intimacy of this moment. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, "This is wrong, Nina. But fuck...right now, I don't care."

I whimper softly in agreement. This isn't love or lust - it's pure, unadulterated need. For once, someone is paying attention to me. Listening when I speak. Touching me with genuine desire instead of duty.

Alex begins a slow, measured rhythm that has my hips bucking against his thrusts, chasing the high of impending climax. The metal table creaks beneath us as we fuck like animals, our moans echoing through the empty office. My breasts bounce with each stroke, their softness rubbing tantalizingly against his chest.

"Alex," I whisper urgently between kisses, "I need to come."

He responds by speeding up the pace, slamming into me harder than before until my vision blurs and pleasure consumes every cell in my body. The orgasm tears through me like a hurricane, leaving devastation in its wake but also an exhilarating sense of release.

As Alex fills me with his seed, our bodies shudder against each other in unison. For several long moments afterward, we simply cling to one another, catching our breaths and trying to process what just happened.

Alex pulls out slowly, his come leaking from my now-empty pussy. The sight - the proof of our transgression - makes me feel alive for the first time all year.

"We should probably lock up," he says eventually, the huskiness in his voice a stark contrast to Jack's indifferent tone.

I nod, still trying to make sense of this encounter. Was it just sex, or did something more profound occur?

Alex and I dress hastily, exchanging glances that say we both know this isn't over. We secure the office and step out into the stormy night, huddled under Alex's arm as we walk toward our respective cars parked side by side in the empty lot.

"See you Monday," he says, his breath misting in the chill of the air.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Inside, I'm screaming bloody murder about the betrayal, but out here, standing beneath the rain, I can't bring myself to regret what just happened.

As we part ways - a chaste kiss on each cheek before hurrying off to our respective cars - a strange sense of hope rises within me. Maybe this is the wake-up call both our marriages need.

After all, someone finally listened when I spoke. And for now, that's enough to get me through another long day at the office while my mind churns with dirty thoughts and forbidden desires.

Fuck it all; I can't wait until Monday.