Workplace Romance – Chicago Ch. 05 by AlwaysStiffScott..,
We pulled into the valet of the JW with Valerie still right behind us. Traffic had been light on a weekday evening, and made the drive back from Cassie’s party smooth and enjoyable.
The valet helped Michele out of the Porsche as I walked around to meet her. We waited for Valerie to do the same. Michele touched my arm again, and I felt tingles throughout my arm as she did, a warmth wash over me. She always knew just how to make me feel wanted.
She must have remembered that we needed to be on our best behavior again. No longer the freedom we had this evening, our roof top pool orgy required less professionalism. She drew her hand back, but still stayed close.
Valerie approached, tugging her very short dress down as not to expose her ample butt cheeks to anyone. This hadn’t been professional attire at all, pure sex attire was more like it, and she looked amazing.
“I don’t know about you, but after the day I’ve had, I need a drink!” She announced to us.
“I agree,” I responded. Knowing that Michele would have water because of her pregnancy and I’d join her out of respect. But I wasn’t going to let Valerie drink alone. Not after what we just did together, someplace down deep I wanted to make sure she was okay.
We entered the hotel, it wasn’t late, barely 10:00, so we headed the the dark bar that Michele and I were in just before the party. It was almost entirely empty, we found a half round booth near the back of the bar, dimly lit with an overhead lamp that shown on the table. Darkness all around provided some privacy, or at least ‘perceived-privacy’.
Drinks arrived, two waters for Michele and I and a Grasshopper for Valerie, we were quiet for a few moments, the three of us lost in thought and processing over what we were just a part of. Staring into those freshly poured beverages on the table, glasses already sweating from the humidity.
“A toast,” I started, “to new friends, and new experiences!”
“To happiness!” Michele quipped.
“To all of that,” Valerie agreed, “and to me sorting all this craziness in my head!”
She smirked but her eyes looked worried as we all clinked glasses. I’d nearly forgotten that this was her first time having a sexual experience outside of her marriage. Michele and I were so comfortable together, and we’d been with others on that first week of exploration, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for us. But Valerie looked a little like she might be freaking out a bit.
She smiled wide at both of us, “Damn you two are sexy together. First, seeing you on the plane, and now tonight. The two of you just ooze passion for each other.”
“Thank you Valerie,” Michele responded, “Scott really brought me out of my shell. Just a couple months ago, I was an unhappy sexually repressed woman, now, I feel like I can do anything, all thanks to meeting this guy.” She squeezed my arm, and winked at me.
“I still can’t believe you went down in him in front of me in the plane. My God that was sexy. You both turn me on so much.” Valerie shared.
My cock thickened under the table, I felt it pulse at the thought of how Michele had devoured me on the airplane in our first class seats. Looking over and discovering Valerie watching us intently, it was too vivid a memory. My mast stiffened further. Michele must have noticed my expression, she reached over, underneath the table, and gave it a playful squeeze.
We glanced at each other. Smirking, both of us thinking the same thing. That flight was a hot moment we’d both remember forever.
Quietness overtook the table again. Michele and I looked at each other and over at Valerie. Even in the relative darkness, I could see tears welling in Valerie’s eyes, she lowered to head to try and cover her reaction.
“I’m sorry,” she started to begin to sob quietly. Her eyes overflowed and tears began down her cheeks.
“Valerie,” I returned, handing her my cloth napkin to wipe her eyes. “Please don’t apologize to us, We both know tonight was a lot to process.”
“No, it’s just…” she stopped herself, wiping her eyes, and clearing her throat before continuing. “I was so happy tonight for the first time in as along as I can remember. You both made me feel beautiful, and sexy, and sensual. I let go of all my fears and hang ups about my body with you. I barely know you. What does that say about me? I can’t be happy with my husband, but I can be happy being naked with a bunch of strangers!”
Tonight had been sexually fun, but lacked the passion and intensity that Michele and I had our first time together. Because Michele and I were further along in our journey, it felt okay for us. But I just realized for Valerie, it may have been lacking that emotional connection she needed with a lover on her first time stepping out. She hadn’t really ‘fully’ cheated on her husband tonight I suppose, she made Michele orgasm with her fingers, tasted my cum from Michele’s lips, and gripped that tree trunk of that Texan’s huge cock as she assisted the couple having sex in front of everyone. But this was clearly weighing heavily on her, we’d momentarily forgotten about the passion and intimate lovemaking Michele and I had shared mixed with the lustful, uninhibited sex that we’d first experienced together when we became each other’s first ‘affair’ months ago.
“We aren’t strangers Valerie.” Michele pleaded.
She looked up, “you’re right, but we haven’t known each other very long.”
“Valerie, you’re right about something here, we haven’t known each other long, and I think I can speak for both Michele and I that we’d love to hear more about you, about your marriage, what’s your story?”
Valerie looked at both of us, composing herself further as she dabbed the last tears from her eyes. She was thinking about where to start.
“Just start at the beginning Valerie.” I assumed.
“Okay, well, she paused, taking a sip of her minty chocolate beverage and remaining quiet for a moment, thinking.
Michele and I took sips of our waters and waited to hear what she had to say.
“My God, I have done this for a living, asking people to tell me stories and share their feelings, but this is the first time I’ve had to do it!” She smiled and chuckled. “Ok, here goes…”
She took another sip of her drink, cleared her throat, and began.
“I met my husband about 16 years ago, we worked at the same clinic just after college. We’d had a whirlwind of a romance. He had been constantly flirting with me at work, and it wasn’t long before we started dating. I can remember melting when we kissed, and his body feeling a similar connection, passion seemed to overflow from us when we were together. The most exciting thing for me was the sex was constant. We’d sneak off to an unoccupied office sometimes for lunch and do it on that Doctor’s desk, or the patient couch. Or we’d go out to eat at a restaurant and have sex in the car before returning to work. It was incredible, and it wasn’t just the sex, we talked and listened to each other, he really made me feel loved all the time.”
She continued, “Before him, I was always a very conservative person. I never dated much, always focused on school. Sex was something I enjoyed, but I never really came out of my shell until him. After we’d been together a few months, he started pushing my boundaries, and I loved it! We explored a lot together, oral sex in semi-public places, light bondage, I can remember sucking him off from under the desk secretly while he was on a phone call with our CEO. We got married after about a year of dating, the relationship kept getting better and so did the sex. Damn I loved fucking him!”