This is a story from when I had just joined the company as a new graduate. Let me say this upfront: this is a story about me cheating.
At the time, I had a boyfriend whom I had been dating since I was a student. As we both became working adults, we drifted apart a bit, and it became a situation where meeting once a month was considered good. Looking back now, it was from that point that my relationship with my boyfriend changed.
Our dates were no longer like they used to be, and even when we met after a long time, it was the norm to stay over at his place and then go home the next day. The main reason was that he was "tired from work" but "still wanted to see me." Our dates mostly consisted of spending time at his place or eating at a nearby restaurant. If I were someone who found happiness just in meeting my partner or being content with just being together at home, I might not have ended up in the situation I did.
As an excuse, during this time, I was always accompanied by a sense of melancholy even when I was on a date with him. I would cook (I did), eat, sometimes go out nearby, watch TV, talk, and then go home. There's nothing wrong with that, but to add, by the time this had become the norm, we hadn't had sex for over six months.
Some might find this questionable. His reasoning was "I'm tired" and "I feel calm with just a lap pillow or some skinship," and I accepted that. Even though I was gradually feeling a cloud of unease, the option of breaking up never came up, and time passed. If asked if I was dissatisfied, it was more of a fear that he might have grown tired of me rather than dissatisfaction. But originally, I had only ever dated him, and I didn't have such a strong desire that I wanted to actively initiate (I really want to!). Since he apologized, saying, "Sorry, I'm just not in the mood," I stopped bringing up the topic after a few attempts.
My loneliness at the time was not just because there was no sex with him. I can't quite put it into words, but it was probably a feeling of "Can we really say we're dating like this? Am I just a convenient housekeeper and friend?" On the other hand, I didn't think "no physical communication = breakup" because he was kind, we got along well, and he was a calming presence, a long-standing, comfortable relationship.
The day I betrayed him. I couldn't attend the company social gathering due to a work issue and stayed at my desk. A few others stayed behind, and it seemed like they were going to the social gathering afterward, but I decided to go home because I was tired.
Then, someone spoke to me. It was a man from my team, Mr. A. Mr. A was not much older than me and was the easiest person to talk to in the team.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, right? How about I treat you to dinner?"
That's how it started with Mr. A. At that moment, I was genuinely happy. I could be considered the worst for feeling happier than receiving a "Happy Birthday" email from my boyfriend.
Mr. A had often expressed gratitude for my assistance at work. I was also often helped by Mr. A, so it was nothing compared to that, but I was equally grateful and personally admired him. The fact that Mr. A remembered my birthday and made such a proposal instead of going to the social gathering made me genuinely happy.
I readily agreed and went to dinner. When asked what I wanted to eat, I boldly made a request... The place we arrived at had a different atmosphere from the kind of place I had been taken to with a few friends before. I was a bit surprised by this. It was a calm restaurant suitable for formal receptions.
While discussing work and listening to Mr. A's hobbies, we had a pleasant conversation, and Mr. A asked, "Do you have any plans for the long weekend?" Sadly, I didn't, so I replied, "No, I don't." Perhaps because of that, he brought up the topic, "Isn't your boyfriend taking you somewhere?" and I ended up talking about my boyfriend bit by bit.
Mr. A was a strong drinker, and I also drank quite a bit. My boyfriend, due to his constitution, could only drink a little, so I found this refreshing. With delicious drinks and a good mood, I felt it wasn't enough to just talk about myself, so I started asking more about Mr. A. He spoke amusingly, and at first, I laughed. But then...
"Since you asked, I'll answer, but I think you're nice, I like you."
Hearing that, I felt like I was suddenly brought back to reality. I tried to hide my agitation and took it as a social courtesy at a drinking party, but Mr. A had a composed look.
"Let me know if you break up with him. I think you're not that satisfied with your boyfriend, right?"
I was taken aback, and he said with a laugh, "It's not a good idea to complain about your boyfriend to another guy." I was stunned for various reasons, one being that Mr. A was someone who probably knew he was the type who wouldn't be disliked even if he treated women lightly. Unlike my boyfriend, he had many female friends and would casually make dirty jokes in front of women. There were women in the company who seemed to enjoy talking with Mr. A, so I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious.
Or so I thought... On the way back after being dropped off, he kissed me, and I responded. When I came to my senses and apologized, he laughed and said, "I can't say much, but apologizing after a kiss is harsh," and after hugging me, he said, "Good night."
After returning to my room, I was overwhelmed with guilt. I had never kissed anyone other than my boyfriend. The fact that Mr. A suddenly took such an attitude was not only surprising but also confusing.
The next holiday, I received a call. It wasn't from my boyfriend but from Mr. A. His voice sounded different from work, so I wondered who it was.
"If you're spending a lonely holiday, how about going out for dinner?"
I was swayed, even though it was the worst. Looking back, it had been months since I last kissed my boyfriend, and it was hard to even remember... What Mr. A did to me was not unpleasant; rather, I might have been happy to be seen as a woman. I must have been seen as an easy woman, but... it's a strange story. While talking on the phone, I ended up saying, "I want to see you." Then, we quickly made plans and decided to meet that afternoon.
The place we met was an ordinary restaurant. Right after having a pleasant conversation and being dropped off, he didn't kiss me, but he patted my head and said, "You're so cute, I just want to touch you," and I ended up hugging him back. But that day, I shed a few tears on the spot (I don't even know why I cried), and I told him, "I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, not because of you, but because this isn't right." He laughed and said, "What do you mean 'not because of me'?"
When Mr. A said seriously, "I can't say much, but you're not at fault, so I won't apologize. I really do like you," it might have had a big impact.
That night, I told my boyfriend I was breaking up with him. However, I couldn't say anything to Mr. A, and for a while, I didn't contact him.
Time passed just like that. Somehow, I felt like he smiled at me more often at work, and I found myself responding in kind.
"I want to talk after work today."
When Mr. A spoke to me during a work break, it was about to be a new month. By this time, I might have liked Mr. A more than before. Whether it showed on my face or in my attitude, he said, "I'll be waiting patiently," and I was happy to hear that. He also said, "If you're wondering if it's okay since you just broke up, that's your business, it doesn't really concern me."
In the car, after being kissed and not resisting, Mr. A unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me closer.
"It's not a good idea here," he said, and we went to his place.
While returning his kisses, I think I conveyed something like, "I really do like you. Sorry for being so easy." He laughed, as if to say, "You're saying this now."
My body must have been eagerly waiting. After arriving, he repeatedly kissed me, and just touching my chest made me quite wet. It was rougher than the first time, and I was bewildered, but I was so caught up in the pleasure that I entwined my tongue with his. I remember feeling embarrassed by the heat in my body, thinking that a day would come when I would show my naked body to someone I work with during the day, especially the person in front of me who I owe so much to...
Mr. A, while occasionally laughing, wasn't teasing me but said, "I'm glad you're letting go," and continued to caress me. When he inserted his fingers and persistently pressed my clitoris, I climaxed in no time, surprising even myself.
After thoroughly moistening me, he slowly inserted himself all the way in. He teased me so slowly that I think I started moving my hips on my own. Until then, or rather, with my boyfriend, I hardly ever made sounds or had my body tremble so much during sex.
Female perspective erotic experience story, original story of a woman with sexual desire
