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Thanks for letting me come round. This has been burning inside me for days now ? it?s driving me mad, keeping me up nights. I?m sure Alec?s noticed something?s wrong. I can?t hold it in anymore, I have to tell someone. You know, a release valve. And ? well, I know you won?t judge. In fact knowing you, I think you?ll probably enjoy it. Just try not to enjoy it too much.You know already, don?t you? It happened ? with Declan. Look, don?t say a word. Don?t say ?I told you so? or tell me I knew I was going to do this. I honestly didn?t. At least I think I didn?t. Just sit there and listen. Not a word, I need to get this out. All of it, however? however sordid.I didn?t tell you what happened last week, did I? At work, at the water cooler. I was standing there getting a drink and all of a sudden he was there, close up to me, his fingers brushing my hand. I couldn't even react - my breath just caught in my throat. He said, "I want to give you something." It was the first time he'd spoken to me since the office party - since then it had been nothing more than covert glances.I said, "What's that?", but I was already dreading to know the answer.He said, "Fair warning."I bloody well spilled my water. I could feel his breath on my neck and it all came rushing back. I swear to hell I'd tried not to let it, I?d fought to keep the memories at bay. That damned Christmas party - I can hardly remember how I ended up in that storeroom with him. We'd just been chatting and I'd been a bit tipsy and then he was... backing me in there and I was so surprised I wasn't even trying to stop him. He had his mouth on mine - I could taste whiskey and I could smell his cologne and it was all so... intoxicating. Like I didn?t have the will to make it stop.There we were in that dark closet and before I knew it, he had his hand down my panties, kissing my neck, while his fingers were reaching... pushing inside me, right inside me, so easily... and then my pussy was clenching on him. I was giving myself up to him like I couldn't help it. I was thinking about Alec, but in that moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was his mouth on me and how fucking masterful he was - 'masterful', that's the word - and how slippery I felt as my pussy clutched him. I was being finger-fucked by another man and it all felt so ? natural.I didn't know where I was, just that I was coming all over his hand, with his breath hoarse in my ear. Whispering ?That?s it, that?s bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) it? Give it up to me?? Christ, he was loving it. The only thing to salve my conscience afterwards was that I pushed him away before we screwed. But even that was maybe only because there was so much noise nearby and I was scared we'd get caught. I kept thinking ?If there?d been no one else around, would I have let him?? And I was scared of the answer.I know, I know, that's old news. You've heard all that before. Well, he reminded me of it all by that cooler with just a few words and a brush of his hand.I knew I shouldn't ask the question, but I did. I had to know what he meant. "Fair warning of what?"He said, "The team building weekend in Dorset. You and me."I could hardly catch a breath. I said, "I've got a husband."He said, "I don't care."I said, "I DO."And he said, "I know you do. But you'll still open your door to me when I come to your room." He SAID THIS, word for word. "You'll still strip for me, you'll still let me bend you down and spread your palms on the dresser, so I can fuck you slow and hard. You'll feel every stroke," he said. "You'll see your own reflection as you cum, and you?ll love every second. Like I said, fair warning."He said it all so quietly, but with such complete conviction, like it was decided. I was shaking. I said, "It's not going to happen."He just said, "Keep telling yourself that," and then the arrogant bastard walked away. He was smiling to himself. And I was trembling - and wet, so wet.I did what he said, I kept TELLING myself. "It's not going to happen. It's not going to happen." But however many times I said it, I never once believed it. Not really. I'd been so good since the party - I'd felt so damned guilty about what happened in that storeroom. Tried to be - you know, the good wife to Alec - make up for how I felt. Held back all those thoughts about Declan, while all the while they were trickling through, like I was trying to stop up a dam. And now they'd all come flooding back. Nothing I could do to stop them, like I was drowning in fantasy.I told myself he was a using bastard - I mean he's well known, the fucking self-styled office Lothario, all flirting and innuendo, and shagging the temp girls every chance he gets. He'd never get done for harassment, because he plays it so well. You feel flattered, when you should damn well want to slap him or report him.I even thought about calling in sick, canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) the Friday we were to go off on the team-building, but I didn't know what to say to Alec. I was so worried he'd start asking why I didn't want to go.We arrived in Dorset, the whole coachload of us. I stuck with Jenny, avoided Declan all I could. I was determined I wouldn't speak with him the whole weekend, if I could avoid it. The first night there was nothing. We were drinking till late, but I managed to stay in a little covert in the hotel bar chatting to Jenny and a few of the others and there was no sign of him. I could hardly sleep - I was sure he'd come knocking. But... nothing. I was so fucking relieved. And? okay, yes, part of me was disappointed.It was all fine, till the Saturday afternoon and the paintballing. I was starting to relax and enjoy myself - get into the spirit of the events. I'm wandering through the woods - they've this great paintballing range outside Bournemouth. I've never done it before, but I was really getting into it. Stalking through the trees in fatigues - I mean it was fun, and I'd taken out one of two people, it was a real rush. I'm getting confident, and then...WHACK. There?s this explosion of pain on my ass. Somebody's got me. I look over my shoulder and I can see this great splodge of pink paint on my right ass cheek, and then I hear the laugh. HIS laugh. It's so... cocky, so self-congratulating.He's swaggering up towards me in his fatigues, and he's one of the guys who actually looks good in them, who doesn?t look like a prick. I mean he is a prick, but he looked more fucking hot than I wanted to admit. He's cradling his gun and he says - get this - "That was me claiming your ass for tonight."He smacks his hand to the cheek he's just shot and he grips it, and then he holds up his gloved hand to my face and there?s pink paint all over it. He says, "It won't be paint I'll be firing later..."Dirty bastard, I should have slapped him, but I couldn't. He left me there in the woods, out of the game and shaking with rage and... and yes, I was wet all over again, okay? Don't laugh. It's not fucking funny! I'm married! I love Alec, alright? You know I do. I should have done something to stop it. God knows what.I sat in my room that night and I was waiting, knowing he was going to show up. Knowing I should be locking the door, I mean he wasn't going to break it down, right? I'd had most of a bottle canlı bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) of sauvignon blanc just to calm my nerves.I was sitting shoeless in a summer dress, waiting like an executioner was going to show up. My heart was pounding. I sit there and I wait, until I think he?s not going to show. And when I start to think that, I?m not relieved ? I?m bloody pissed at him. All this tension and he?s going to forget about me? That would have been the worst.It's after eleven when the knock finally comes, and I nearly jump out of the bloody dress. I'm pulling one strap up. "Hello?" I say, like it might have been anyone."I'm not going to open up," he says. "You're going to let me in."I'd thought maybe I could just tell him to leave... That's not true, that's a fucking lie. I knew I wouldn't. I knew what I was going to do - what I was going to let HIM do.I went and I opened the door, simple as that. "Declan," I said, "we shouldn't... I can't..."He just slid his arm around my waist and backed me in, swinging the door shut behind him. He said, "We shouldn't, but we're going to. And you might say you can't, but if you didn't want to, you wouldn't have let me get this far." He pulled me up tight to him - he was wearing slacks and a white shirt and he looked like a bloody romantic hero, only he wasn't, he was the same cocky shit he always is. And I could feel him through my dress like I had in the storeroom, how huge and hard he was. It was - God, I was so excited. Like all he had to do was grab me and all my nervousness kind of dissolved from the need for him.Is that terrible? To say I NEEDED him?He said, "Now we get to finish what we started, Mrs Galloway." He grabbed my ass with his hands - he works out a lot, those hands are used to gripping - and pulled me tight to him, so I could feel him properly. Then he took hold of me by the hair with one hand and trapped me into a kiss - not trapped ? I mean I was going to kiss him, but he made sure. He didn't deserve my mouth on his, he didn't deserve to have my tongue stroking his tongue when he lashed it, but I gave it to him even so. Oh God?He said, "Is that ass still stinging from this afternoon?"I said, "No," then he reached down and pulled up my dress, and whacked my bare ass cheek with the other hand. God, he made me squeal."Now it?s stinging," he said. Then, "Turn around."I did. I didn't think about it, just did what he said. He unzipped the dress down the back and slid the straps off my shoulders. He said, "Get the dress off." I don't even remember doing it, I just know that all of a sudden I was standing there in a panty-thong and a half-cup bra in front of him, knowing that I'd worn them with him in mind.