IT'S NOT CHEATING
By
Laran Mithras
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It's Not Cheating is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2015 - All Rights Reserved
It's not cheating if there's no penetration.
~ A very wise woman
CHAPTER 1
I looked into my husband's office. He was sitting in his chair stroking his cock.
Derek grinned lasciviously at me. "Wanna watch with me?"
I quirked my mouth to the side. He was watching some cheating video. Some woman getting fucked and blowing some other guy. It was disgusting. He always watched them.
I coughed. "No." No way am I going to sit there and watch some woman cheating.
"Come on, Elizabeth; you'll like it."
"Will not. I'm going in to the office for a couple hours." It was Saturday. The regional manager for our insurance division would be snooping around for a week starting Monday. I needed to get some things done before then.
"Got some hot guy you're boning I don't know about?" His hand moved faster on his shaft.
I felt the heat rise up in my face. "No. Never, and you know it." The idea made me angry. I had watched far too many Lifetime movies to think that cheating led to anything but total ruin.
Oh, I knew better. Some men, including my husband had nasty fantasies of these so-called open marriages. It was just a way to get the wife involved so the husband could fuck some young big-titted blonde. No way was I going to open that kind of door. Movie after movie showed it always ruined everything.
I loved my husband. He was a good-looking man with silver just starting at his temples. He sold auto insurance. I bundled life insurance policies for a several chains. Occasionally, I would smile to see one of Derek's policies in a list on my desk. He wasn't big on life insurance, but sold it if the customer wanted it.
He said, "You can bone some guy. Just bring me pictures."
"No!" He was making me angry.
"You should try it sometime. You'd have fun."
"It's not happening and stop pushing it."
He heard the heat in my voice. He got up and came to me, his nice cock hanging half-limp. "I'm sorry. Guess I got worked up. I know it bugs you." He kissed me lightly on the lips. "Sorry."
I tried to let off the pressure with a slow breath. It came out shaking still with anger. I can't talk to him right now; I need to settle down.
He smiled and touched my hair. "You're beautiful; I love you."
I calmed almost instantly. His touch could do that. I was as tall as he was, with what men said were legs that went all the way up. Unfortunately, I was almost flat-chested. Very little was there and was beginning to show the beginnings of deflation due to age. I had always wanted big tits that men would slobber over, though my bigger-titted friends always rolled their eyes when some guy slobbered over them.
I said, "All right. I'm okay."
He twirled a few strands of my dark hair and pulled his fingers through.
I love it when he does that. "I need to go. Maybe you can do that later."
He pecked me again on the lips and winked. "I'll just be here… playing."
I rolled my eyes and left.
~ ~ ~
I was serious about the no cheating thing. No man other than my husband would ever stick his cock in me. I just wasn't built that way. I'm not a prude - I like to have fun. I like hugs. Even from men not my husband – as long as they were handsome. I hated slimy guys trying to mash on me. Yuck.
I was a big fan of Lifetime Television. I knew many of those older actresses made these movies to send the message loud and clear: cheating equaled the complete ruin of a marriage. Always.
The only time cheating was allowed was when the woman chose to do it because her husband was abusive. Those were okay. I had watched many movies like that where the woman found herself in the arms of another man with swelling music and blaring saxophones. Those were hot. But only when the husband was abusive. I learned by watching. Those were true stories.
Only ruin came from cheating on a husband when they were happy. But the cheating was okay when the husband was abusive. Then it led to happiness – even if the other man was married. I had shed many a tear cheering for lonely wives in bed with a man, married or not, who could make them happy.
On the other side of the coin, it was always cheating, no matter what and under any circumstance, when the husband had another woman. Always. There were never exceptions. The husband was the weak link in all marriages. A cheating husband was a scourge on the marriage – a fire that destroyed utterly. No husband should ever have an excuse to cheat because women were never abusive.
That's the way it was.
I drove to work.
~ ~ ~
I unlocked and went in, punching in the alarm code. It beeped and blinked. Then I re-engaged it.
I was startled by a voice. "You, too, huh?"
I jumped and squawked in an unflattering way. I held my hand to my blouse and blinked rapidly.
It was Ben Branton, one of the other directors. Most of us were directors. Ben was a ruggedly handsome man who mountain-biked on the weekends. His smoky eyes caused many women in the office to gulp and tremble. His fiancé was a big-titted blonde. He paid no attention to the other women, but he was very friendly with me.
I liked him. "Oh, hi. Thought I'd be alone."
He smiled and raised a cup. "I made coffee. Guess we both had Evelyn on our minds."
Evelyn was the regional manager. She would be poking her nose into everything. Missing signatures or incorrectly filled out forms went onto our employee records. The rotten woman very much enjoyed finding errors. She relished recording the black marks on our records. Most everyone wished she would die.
I relaxed and said, "Sure, I'll take a cup."
I went into the records room. We kept hard files on everything. The computer was convenient, but not secure like hard files. I pulled open the unusually light bundles drawer.
Ben came in and handed me a cup. His eyes twinkled at me. "We were thinking the same. The bundles is where she always gets us. I have the files in the cafeteria."
"Oh."
"Come on, you can help."
I smiled. "It'll go faster."
He nodded, leading me out. "Mm hmm."
We sat for four hours, talking rarely. I checked through an enormous stack of files he had pushed my way. He had a bigger stack by him. We burned through the pot of coffee and I made another.
He raised his cup I had handed him. "Your coffee always tastes the best."
I smiled and rolled my eyes. "It's just coffee."
He gently kicked me under the table. "Don't argue with me."
I coughed, smiling. "Bossy, aren't you?" I kicked him back.
He kicked again. It was just a tap, playful and teasing. "Yes, when you won't take a compliment."
"Why bother to compliment me? I've seen your fiancé."
He smiled wider. "Pretty, huh?"
I couldn't resist a glance down at my flat chest. "Uh… yeah."
He frowned slightly, concern crossing his face. "I didn't mean you weren't pretty." He kicked me again.
I coughed and slid off my shoe. I kicked him hard. "Oh come on. She's very… built for you."
He made a face.
I felt his socked-foot kick me.
He said, "I'm not attracted to her… you know."
I smiled wickedly. "Know what? Her what?" I kicked again.
He blushed. Suddenly we were fighting under the table with wrestling feet. He said, "Her breasts."
I pretended not to hear. I was try
ing to gain the upper hand in the footsies war. "What? Her brains?"
He leaned across and launched a finger into the front of my armpit. "Her boobs!"
I squeaked and clenched together. "That's not fair."
He looked confused. "What, her boobs?"
I laughed. "No, you goon, tickling me."
He reached across and got my other side.
I squawked like an angry bird and slapped at his hands. I got up. "Oh my gosh, I need a bathroom break."
He chuckled. "Me too. Too much coffee."
When I came out, he was waiting, a serious look on his face. "I really didn't mean to suggest I'm engaged to Cheryl because she has big boobs and that you don't have them."
"Huh? I'm married anyway. I'm not available."
He shook his head and wiped his eyes. "Uh, that came out wrong."
I leaned against the wall – he was blocking the hallway. Want to talk? Go ahead.
"I mean that I'm engaged to her for other reasons. I don't look at you and think your breasts aren't big enough for my tastes."
I smiled. "Get out. You're just saying that." But if he was, then why?
"I find you very attractive, Elizabeth. If you weren't married, I think I'd be after you."
I shook my head in confusion. "But I'm not like Cheryl."
He glanced down at my blouse. "Like I said, I'm not engaged to her because of her boobs. I think what you have is beautiful."
I clutched an arm over my small breasts. "You've never seen them."
He smiled. "My loss."
"Oh, stop that."
"I'm serious."
My pulse raced. I felt flattered and shocked. "Well, that's a nice thing to say."
"You're the prettiest gal in the office, by far."
I coughed, the flattered feeling vanishing in an instant. "Oh, sure. With Hotty Totty Tina running around flaunting herself—"
"I don't like her. Her personality sucks and that makes anything she has sour. Yuck."
I giggled. Tina was a stuffy bitch who thought she was God's most holy gift to the entire world. "You really think I'm pretty?"
A curled finger came up and touched my chin, lifting it slightly. He was two inches taller than me. "Very."
My heart thumped. Is he really flirting with me? How fun!
"Can I kiss you?" A blush was reddening his face.
I could tell it took a lot to ask that. I blushed myself. I found myself smiling nervously. Kiss Ben Branton? Wow. Like, yes! "Um, okay."
His lips met mine in a light touch. He leaned close and I could feel the heat coming off his muscled body. His tongue reached out and flicked across my quivering lips. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine.
His smell, that soapy-clean aroma with a hint of leather flowed into my nose. I melted against the wall, feeling the wonder of our wet and warm tongues slowly wrestling. It was heaven.
He broke the kiss to my disappointment. You could've kissed me longer.
We went back to the cafeteria and settled down to some more work. But tension hung in the air between us. I caught him glancing at me often.
His voice startled me in the silence of shuffling papers. "Thank you. That was nice."
I almost jumped in my seat. I was wide-eyed. "Huh? Oh." I licked my lips in thought. "Yes, it was."
He leaned forward a little, playing with his pen. "You know, I've never cheated on my fiancé."
My eyes flashed. "And you won't."
"I won't?"
"No."
"But we just shared a hot kiss—"
I gave him an eyebrow. "That's not cheating."
"No, I didn't think it was." He settled back a little in his chair, confused. "It isn't cheating if I'm not married?"
I shook my head. "No, no. It's not cheating because there was no sex."
"That wasn't sex?"
I giggled and kicked him under the table. "Of course not. Sex is penetration."
He looked even more confused, but he nodded. He bunched up his eyebrows. "So I can kiss you again?"
My pulse began racing again. "Well, if you ask nicely." I toyed with my pen.
His features brightened. "Like, right now?"
I leaned back and laughed.
He kicked me.
I kicked back. "We're supposed to be working."
"Just a little kiss." He reached across and poked me.
I slapped at him, squealing. "Stop that."
"Come on. One kiss wasn't enough."
His fingers darted in. My hands were a blur slapping them. "Maybe later." Heat was flooding me at the promise of another kiss. Ben was drop-dead gorgeous.
He rose and stood beside me, trying to grab me. "Just a small kiss to carry us through. And then a goodbye kiss would be nice, too."
I was trying to twist away, giggling uncontrollably. "All right. Stop! One kiss. But then we work."
He was grinning with a triumphant smile. He pulled me up and into his arms.
Oh wow, he's strong. I melted into his arms as his mouth found mine. Our kiss was so hot I sagged against him and moaned. I felt his strong body pressed against mine, or was it mine hanging on his? I felt his entire physique, including a very noticeable lump in his pants. Did I do that?
He kissed me deeply and I kissed back as hard as I could. Oh, Ben, you could kiss me forever.
His hand came up my back and cradled my head. His tongue moved in my mouth sensuously.
I moaned louder, kissing deeper. I felt my body press against him harder with a mind of its own. Then I felt him shift his hips, pressing his hard crotch into mine. Oh, baby. I'm going to want more of these kisses, for sure.
He wriggled his crotch against mine. I pressed back, putting pressure on my clit through my slacks. It felt delicious. This is where there should be saxophones, but… Derek isn't abusive. Still, this is wonderful.
He finally broke the kiss.
I gasped for breath and moaned low in loss.
He smiled, still holding me tight and close. "I'm going to look forward to the goodbye kiss."
I didn't want him to think I was looking forward to it. "Um, okay."
He released me and I sank into the chair. "You okay?"
I nodded, my mouth open in a pant.
"I wouldn't want you to feel like you're cheating on your husband."
I laughed and shook my head. "Cheating? No. It was just a kiss. Kisses and hugs aren't cheating."
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way."
I snorted. "I know what cheating is."
"Would your husband agree with you?"
"Derek? Oh gosh, he'd think me kissing you was great."
"What? Really?"
"Yeah, he thinks I'm a prude."
There was a glint in his eye I couldn't decipher. "What?"
He shook his head as if chasing away a vision. "Nothing, just looking forward to the next kiss."
I giggled. "Stop it. We have work to do."
CHAPTER 2
I kissed Ben hungrily at the front door. He had me pressed up against the wall. I felt his hard body touching mine all the way down. Our mouths moved in a sensual dance of heat and passion.
He ground his hips into me as our mouths worked with even more desperation than before. His hardened crotch pressed mine.
I wiggled my hips and then raised one leg to encircle the back of his left thigh. I pulled in and found the position surprising: his hard bulge rubbed better against my clit. I was feverish. This feels way too good. Why did all this time pass working together when he could've been kissing me? I ground my clit against him with need. I love a good kiss.
His hands came up from around me and cupped my cheeks and jaw, pulling my face in.
I moaned with pleasure.
He groaned back. His hands slid down over my shoulders and then down to my breasts.
I broke the kiss in shock. "Uh…"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that wouldn't be cheating."
"Oh…" I was panting. "No, it's not. I guess it was
just unexpected." I laughed nervously. He really wants to touch my small chest?
He kissed me again, lightly bringing his hands back to my chest.
I arched my back, offering them to him. His hands rubbed over my blouse, but it still felt nice. What a nice kiss…
His hand shook with excitement on my chest. I felt my nipples harden almost painfully. I was amazed at myself and at him; we had never done much more than smile. He had hugged me at each of the last two Christmas parties, but I hadn't thought much of it. The hugs were nice; that was all.
But now? I could get used to this. A nice kiss between friends would be a great way to liven up the workweek. I looked forward to my new-found friendly kissing.
I realized I was panting. My hands were all over his back. I was kneading his muscles with desire. I wanted to get my hands on him if we were going to be kissing.
I thrilled to the idea there would be more. It was so nice to find a friend with which I could share these kinds of niceties. Kissing is so fun!
I felt him trembling, his body pressed so fully against mine that I felt his weight and need. I hoped he realized that kissing and maybe a little touching was all I could ever do. Would he be controllable? I hoped so; sometimes men lost control.
I resolved to take control as much as possible. I broke the kiss and gently pushed him away. "Okay, okay…" I panted to catch my breath. "That was nice, but maybe I should go."
He looked disappointed, but then a warm smile spread on his handsome face. "See you tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was Sunday. There were still some files to go through. "Yes, I think so. Need to be ready for Evelyn Error-face."
He chuckled. "More work, less kissing tomorrow. I promise."
For some reason, while it made me feel better, it also disappointed me.
~ ~ ~
"Oh, fuck yes, Elizabeth." Derek panted as I rode him.
I liked being on top more often than not. I rode him with love.
He said, "I showed a picture of you to Dieter."
"Dieter? Who's that?"
"The new agent I hired in."
"Why'd you show him my picture?" I stopped moving.
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