A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job - Sex Stories

A Desperate Divorcee Saves Her Job

... eye they crashed to the floor. Our heads spun and our eyes met, both totally embarrassed although to be fair he probably beat me slightly on that score. I'm sure it must have hurt trying to cram something as big and stiff as that back into his trousers, but I suppose panic is a great analgesic and before I could move he was standing in the doorway. We both started to splutter apologies, me for being early, him for ..... well it's pretty obvious what he was apologising for. We talked across each other, him saying how unforgivable his behaviour had been and he would understand if I left, me trying to tell him it was all right and that it was partly my own fault. It didn't take me long to realise that it was going to be up to me to lighten the mood before I ended up out of a job I hadn't even started. My laughter, when it came, sounded surprisingly natural and was accompanied by a grin that I didn't have to force. The whole situation was ridiculous and after all, no real harm had been done, it wasn't like I was a virgin, my children were testament to the fact that I'd done it at least twice. "It must have been a very sexy story." The look of relief on his face as he worked out that I wasn't going to get too uptight, was quickly replaced by a quizzical grin. In hindsight, I guess that was the moment the implication of my words sank in. "It's very good, but how did you know I was reading a sexy story? You can't have read it from where you were." It was a very good question and ...

... I felt the crimson glow spreading up my chest and neck before I could stop it. My body was tingling all over, whether from embarrassment or arousal would have been another very good question. "I guessed?" The look he gave me left no doubt in my mind that he didn't believe me which was fair enough given that I was lying. I had a plan B that I'd rejected at the same time as I decided to leave and come back later. It kicked in before I had time to evaluate it's full consequences. I squeezed past him and looked at the screen. I'd done nothing to avoid my body contacting his, in fact I'd made bloody sure it did. The distinctive layout of could hardly be mistaken but it probably wasn't the time to tell him that. I scrolled quickly to the top of the screen. My libido took another kick, my favourite story genre glowed back at me. It wasn't the right time to tell him that either. "The Fall and Rise of Roz, I'm His Married Slut? Does the story live up to it's title?" "Y-y-yes, I guess it does." It was obvious I had him on the back foot again, he had even less idea how to handle this than he did the panic of 2 minutes ago. His stuttered reply was out of character for a man who was normally very confident in himself. In that instant I decided that if I was going to lose this job, I was going to go out on a high. "So you like stories of married women being treated like sex toys do you?" The apologies started instantly and were definitely not what I wanted. I cut across his attempts to ...