Lisa's Co-Worker - Part 5 (FULL VERSION) (Patreon)

Here it is folks, the final version of Lisa's Co-Worker Part 5! And yes, this is the finale of the series.

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised.

*

When I woke up the next morning, I more or less expected that my mind would be filled to the brink with what we did. That I would have been dizzy and confused as I opened my eyes to the brightness of the rising sun. That guilt would overtake me and leave me crying for days.

Yet, for some strange reason, I woke up rested and with no worry on my mind at all. I had just had one of the best nights of sleep in years. I was exhausted but also so incredibly well-rested. Comfortable, is the best word to describe my state of mind as I groaned and stretched in bed.

I was also slightly surprised to feel that next to me in bed still held the warm presence of Andrew. I hadn't expected him to stay, that he'd sober up once he got over the initial infatuation or lust. However, I couldn't be happier that he was still here.

When I rolled over, he was fast asleep, not looking nearly as put-together as he usually did. Andrew, for lack of a better word, looked like a total mess, with his black hair strewn about his handsome face and sticking up wildly. I smiled at seeing how soundly he slept, knowing I had contributed to that serenity. It was obvious his body had exhausted itself into oblivion last night, and his soul needed to recharge. I wanted to kiss this man so badly, but he needed to rest. He deserved it.

Instead, I rolled back over to my side to look out the window. Sunny as always. Out there there was a Sunday of work waiting for us. But not yet. But not in the too-distant future either.

I was about to roll over and head out of bed to freshen up when a strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me deep into a warm embrace, which I fully embraced, snuggling close to his still-naked body. I turned my head and saw that he was still asleep, but smiling like he had had the most content sleep he had in years. I didn't move, instead basking in his warmth. His smell. The fact that he had stayed sunk over me once again. His gentle breath as it tickled the nape of my neck. This was beyond blissful, and I could really let myself become accustomed to this sort of thing.

This was how a person should wake up. Not from a feeling of dread that your life was stale, and you were unattractive. Instead from a feeling that someone was behind you and holding you tight, close enough that you could feel the other one's heartbeat. I felt like he genuinely cared for me and didn't care about the age difference and my physical appearance. Or was that me, convincing myself of something to make me feel less bad, but subconsciously trying to reassure myself of that?

He was so adamant about his attraction to me though, but how? Did he see some sort of beauty and sex appeal in a mother? Should I be worried? No, I couldn't allow this to sour what I had built so far. He saw me as a beautiful woman, and I cherished that more than anything right now.

Instead of worrying, I wiggled myself tighter up against him, quickly reminded that he had fallen asleep completely naked when his morning glory rubbed against my lower back. It seemed quite happy to greet me good morning, though. It made me feel like I hadn't been naughty enough, that there was still so much more left to explore in our newfound connection. The thought sent waves of desire racing through me. I shivered just thinking of what else I could do with his massive tool.

Then I felt it move. Down and deliberately finding its target. Finding it, nudging it against the labia of my pussy, and beginning to slip inside.

"Good morning," he whispered, not an ounce of shame to be found in his raspy voice.

I closed my eyes and sunk right into his warmth as he hugged me tightly and started to slowly, lovingly thrust his magnificent morning wood inside me, coaxing my pussy into a similar arousal, growing stronger and stronger with each and every soft and gentle motion. I allowed him, moving my hand back to stroke his strong arm in a way of a silent thanks for having spent the entire night with me and making me feel special and loved.

"You're still here," I groaned happily, enjoying the feel of him rocking back and forth into me.

"How couldn't I be," Andrew said into my neck, kissing it again and again, sending ripples of electricity throughout my body, our bodies locked in an embrace and his nose resting in the crook of my neck, simply breathing and whispering, groaning quietly as his girth pummeled me. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "Sexy."

I grabbed his hand and laced my fingers with his as his hips softly and tenderly swung against my lower body and my ass in small motions. Never had I felt so calm yet excited at the same time before. And a sensation soon began building within me, something deep and heavy and potent.

"This is so... different," I moaned, closing my eyes and concentrating on his slow, languid motions. Each moment his hard cock struck home, a small shockwave surged up my body, culminating with his steady rhythm in an ever-growing, ever more blissful sensation, growing closer and closer to fruition. "Fuck, you know exactly what to do," I gasped.

"All I want is to make you happy," Andrew replied in that calm voice of his. "You're the perfect woman. Loving. Doting. Beautiful. Sexy." He kept saying those things to me, and it worked for all it was worth.

"Oh god," I whispered hoarsely. "Andrew, you're going to make me cum..." I added and gritted my teeth, trying not to be too loud and disturbing. It was almost embarrassing to think of just how quickly he would reach me and set my nerves on fire, with such intensity that had me worried whether I would burn.

But that's exactly what happened. Before I knew what hit me, I exploded from deep within my pussy, moaning in utter bliss, shuddering in the wake of that explosive force of energy washing over, drowning every fiber of my being in pleasure so sublime. I was so sure I must have passed out.

"Yeah, just like that, beautiful," Andrew said softly.

"Nng, Andrew," I whimpered, grabbing his arm tight as he continued his assault on my thoroughly ravaged body. "You feel... so good." I leaned back into him and sighed as he continued pumping, knowing he could easily send me right back over the edge and beyond again. "Promise me you'll stay around," I continued, burying my face in his hands.

"Where am I gonna go?" he chuckled softly, never breaking his stride. "I'm right where I want to be."

"I mean, ugh, after," I whimpered and let out a shaky sigh. "What's going to happen between us after this?"

"Not a clue," Andrew muttered as I grabbed his hair. "But I know what I want," he added, letting me know exactly what he wanted from me. What his plan was after all this was done. It wasn't that I had forgotten. I had only chosen to not let my mind wander there.

"Keep at it," I whispered. "And maybe that'll happen."

"Seriously?" I could hear the hope in his tone as it picked up just a touch more speed.

"M-hm, maybe," I stuttered. Perhaps I was drunk on this wonderful man, but I think it was evident that I wasn't even able to spell out what we both wanted or thought we wanted. But right now, I didn't want anything else in the world but him. For him to stay and continue like this.

"Alright, it's happening," Andrew panted, starting to pick up his speed just a little more. I wasn't sure if he meant the unspoken promise or his climax, but either way, his breathing was growing ragged and uneven. Still maintaining his slow and caring pace, he gasped and hitched his breath as he kept churning his hips into me until finally, he reached his own apex, spilling himself into me with a series of groans.

He paused for a while. The two of us panting together as our breaths joined and became one.

"We need to go to work," I groaned.

"Not until 9," Andrew said, looking over at the bedstand. "Go get showered. And walk slowly."

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"Because I want to watch that ass move," he said, leaning in and biting my ear. "But if you walk too slowly, you might end up back in bed."

"Well... I wouldn't be opposed, but I feel so dirty and want to shower," I said, sitting up and clutching the blanket to my chest, suddenly a bit subconscious. When he was on top of me, my nakedness was sort of hidden underneath us, but now in the open air, I felt very exposed.

"Dirty girl," Andrew teased. He must've seen it because he took one of my hands and gently kissed the back of it. "Don't worry about your body. You're stunning. I can't stop looking at you."

"You're full of it," I chuckled, moving my hand up and tugging at a tuft of his disheveled hair. I then turned to walk toward the bathroom.

Andrew hummed, eyes continuing their inspection of my naked form. "What are you doing? You can't just walk around the room like that, you sexy thing."

"You just told me to walk slowly, you goofball. What, are you planning on stopping me?" I teased, walking to the bathroom slowly and deliberately, giving him a proper show. His eyes were following me the entire way. I enjoyed being the subject of his admiration and the main object of his desires. My knees were growing weak, and my lower stomach churned as a hot little pulse traveled throughout.

"Mmm... no... but if you don't hurry it up and get that cute, soft little butt in that shower and turn it on, I'm going to march over there and fuck you right against the wall," he answered.

It was so rare to hear such a threat, spoken with the utmost sincerity, especially after having the guy show you his soft and romantic side. But a girl could definitely appreciate some pure sexual energy and primal drive, especially since Jeff was never a guy to let loose and get a little dirty, figuratively and literally. Andrew was all about letting me know how much he wanted me.

"Naughty man," I giggled, trying not to show how it affected me and turned me on. I bit my bottom lip, still standing in the same spot, looking over my shoulder, trying to give a challenging stare before finally stepping through the bathroom doorway. As soon as I did, Andrew leaped up from the bed and rushed after me. His strong arms wrapped around me and threw me over his shoulder before marching me right into the shower.

I was surprised at the vigor in him as he spun me around so I was against the shower wall. In an instant, his hands were on me, holding me steady while his hips slammed into me so that his impressive and rock-hard length was trapped right in the crack of my ass.

Andrew's mouth went down to my neck and started gently sucking on the sensitive patch of skin.

"Ooh fuck..." I moaned.

"Be careful what you start, naughty girl," Andrew whispered in my ear. His fingers dug deep into the soft meat of my love handles while his cock nestled itself firmly against the full, bouncy flesh of my ass cheeks.

He gently pushed, grinding his shaft firmly up and down against the rounded curvature of my butt. The thick, wet length throbbed as I could feel a damp patch growing against my lower back. Andrew was getting quite excited again. I quickly turned on the shower and sighed with joy as I felt the water hitting my skin. The warm water and the hot guy behind me made it heavenly. Andrew held me close and continued his ministrations against my naked body as the water poured down.

I tried to remember the last time someone had sexily showered with me and had trouble remembering one. All I knew was Andrew made it easier and more enjoyable than it had ever been.

"Enjoying this shower so far, Lisa?" Andrew asked, breaking me from my thoughts and causing me to squeak as a strong spank to my rear startled me. "That's a cute sound you made just there."

"You spanked me!" I whined, feigning annoyance.

"You're being naughty, prancing around like that," he chuckled. He then slowed his eagerness down, and instead looked me over, almost studying me. "Tonight... Is it okay if I take you to dinner? I mean, like, take you out? I know it's not my place to say perhaps, but I honestly think you deserve to be pampered a bit."

"A-are you asking me out?" I asked, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. The butterflies were back again and fluttering in my belly.

"I'm asking the woman in front of me, with her big beautiful blue eyes, and silky soft body, if she will allow me to take her out for dinner. Does she want to go with me or not?"

I stayed quiet.

"Was that too much?" he said, pulling away slightly and lowering his voice as if he was ready to be rejected. But that's not what I was ready for, not after he had gone out of his way to fix yesterday after one of the worst days of my adult life. "I'm sorry, I got caught up in the moment. I’m moving too fast."

"Andrew, if you keep going sweet on me like that, I might not ever want to leave, and people will definitely start questioning it," I chuckled.

He hugged me tighter. "Maybe that's what I'm going for."

I stayed silent, which I know sounds quite a bit meaner than intended. My thoughts, once again, got tangled into knots, and my belly tightened again. He was thinking ahead, while I was barely hanging by a thread. I could see how good a time it could be, and his concern for my comfort and wants made him extremely appealing. He was... perfect. Well, in most ways except one. He was younger than me. Out of my league. I had two kids and a husband…

"Ugh... if you only knew how tempting that was..." I mumbled, resting a hand on his wet chest.

"Why don't we play it by ear?"

"I have kids, you know. Real-world commitments. I can’t just go around… doing stuff. As much as I may want it, those two are my life," I said, hesitating. "They've been through a lot and are already getting an uneasy amount of attention."

"I understand," Andrew said warmly, kissing the top of my head and hugging me tight. "I wasn't thinking clearly and acted like a stupid jerk who was excited about something unexpected."

"You're not a jerk. You're just sweet," I reassured him. "Way sweeter than anyone could know."

"I'm getting a more permanent place if that helps. Here in Florida, I mean. While the hotel is nice, it can get claustrophobic," he told me.

"Let's let this rest," I said, wanting to not move too fast in either direction. "We can put a... maybe on it," I added, earning a big grin from the handsome young man. "Let's have a bit more fun before the real world hits."

"You don't have to convince me, beautiful," Andrew said, turning me around and cupping my breasts from behind. "You're wonderful, you know. Inside and out, gorgeous."

I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear, feeling giddy. "Quit being so sweet to me. I'm not some flower you need to tend to with the utmost care."

"But you deserve it," he said.

"That might be, but what I'm saying is, fuck me. Hard. Fuck me like it's our last day together," I demanded.

"Anything the beautiful Lisa says goes," he said, and I shuddered as I felt him align himself behind me, pushing his head right up to my core. My breathing hitched. I pressed my lips tightly and tried to relax as much as I could.

He was big, and while it felt good, there was some pain too. Despite this, I wanted him to do what he had promised before. Take me. Fuck me. I loved to feel him take his time, but now I just wanted him to show me how he really wanted to fuck me.

"Come on, Andrew," I muttered. "I can take it. Don't worry."

With a loud groan, he started to push inside of me, filling me completely until the head of his cock bumped up against my cervix causing some discomfort. Then, he started to move his hips, plundering and stroking every little crevice inside of me.

His grunts and my moans filled the room. His hips slapped against my thighs, with a surprising amount of force, sending waves through my soft flesh with each strike. And that wasn't the only thing getting slapped. Andrew was losing himself in fucking me, and apparently. that meant his hand crashing against my wet ass. Each time he did, my body jolted and a sharp intake of breath escaped me as I realized just how intense this was.

"You're so fucking gorgeous!" Andrew gasped, his breathing shallow as he was working me over. "So soft. So sexy. Every part of you is absolute perfection."

"Yeah? Like railing this mature old woman? It doesn't bother you that I'm–ouh!" I yelped as Andrew spanked me.

"Never," he groaned, spanking my other asscheek, his voice rough with need. "I couldn't be more happy. Goddamn, woman. You're incredible!"

"Yeah? You don't mind these big titties and this large butt?" I asked.

"If I fuck your tits, is that good enough of an answer?" Andrew whispered in my ear, his thrusts turning more shallow and rapid.

"Ooh..." I breathed. I never had that done before. I knew what it entailed of course, but I wasn't sure how serious he was. Would he want to do that? "I'd be happy to help," I managed to stammer out, though it was quite difficult to concentrate as he kept hammering into me from behind.

As he stopped for a few seconds and pulled out of me, I figured now was the perfect time. Without further words, I slowly and carefully slid my knees down on the wet tiles of the bathroom floor while I turned, and then arched my back, to show him my chest. After that, I waited, somewhat tense.

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, looking up at his looming presence.

"It's exactly what I want," Andrew growled. "And what a sight. Just looking at you... I can feel my self-control start to wane."

"I've heard that one before," I said, swallowing. My stomach had been aflutter and there was a nervous anticipation. No man had ever shown such unhinged desire for me before. Just he look in his eyes told me that I had put myself in a precarious position. What if he really were to lose control of himself? How much trouble was I in?

I didn't have long to wonder, as Andrew put a hand on the wall behind me, then used his free hand to guide his hard, throbbing cock, to nestle in between my round breasts. He had me pinned there against the cold, wet tiled walls of the shower.

"You'll tell me if it gets to be too much, right?" he grunted. There was a gentleness still to his voice.

"Of course," I whispered back, pushing my breasts around his thick shaft, trapping his rod in my cleavage.

Andrew started with slow, languid strokes that quickly gained traction and speed until they were powerful, full-bodied movements of his hips. Soon enough, he was driving into the cushy orbs and he was working himself into a proper frenzy.

I started moaning and gasping each time the underside of the head of his cock would brush up against the bottom of my chin or even kiss my lips. It was obvious he enjoyed this, and the groans of approval and delight only added to the fun I was having, making me want to please him even more.

Then his motions started to stutter and grow erratic. He was growing tense as I could feel his muscular body trembling above me, and I could hear his breath shudder. Then Andrew slipped his length from between my breasts and presented it to my mouth. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth since college, but with the gentle coaxing of Andrew and his moans of blissful desire, I was willing to try.

I could tell the moment I put his head into my mouth, just how excited he was as the whole thing began to flex and twitch, and it soon came pouring into my mouth. So much, I was surprised I could handle it without gagging. As his thick and musky juices landed on my tongue and swished in the back of my mouth, the taste was both weird and surprisingly pleasant, something I didn't remember enjoying this much, if at all, in college.

I didn't think about it though as it quickly flooded my taste buds with his creamy goodness, coating them with that particular manliness that only a guy could carry. Instead, I focused on how it felt for him when he spewed it all out of his magnificent pole, rope after sticky rope into my waiting mouth, and I swirled my tongue to increase his pleasure. His whole shaft was so tense from its release, throbbing in my grip, his whole body seemingly winding up just a bit and releasing at the same time. His hot load was a bit of work to swallow, but I managed all of it, finally, not a trace left on my tongue. It wasn’t something I usually did, but it just felt right in the moment.

When he had finally calmed down and the flow from his balls finally dried up, he removed himself from my mouth and got down on his knees to face me properly, with a boyish smile spreading from his handsome face. "That was something else," he mused, catching his breath and squeezing my tits. "Absolutely incredible. You okay?"

"Never better. For the record," I said, smiling at him. "That was my first tit fuck, so you better have enjoyed it."

"I did. Jesus. And to think you're my boss. Somehow that makes you even hotter to me, which is saying something considering how high the bar was already," he said, reaching up and patting the side of my cheek.

I flushed and chuckled. "Glad you approve."

"Immensely. In fact, let me help clean you up. Get all of those hard-to-reach places," he offered.

"Hmmm, such a gentleman," I purred, earning me a playful spank.

The next hour and a half was filled with hot and sexual shower time, Andrew making me orgasm so many times that I completely lost track of them. I felt drained when we were finally able to extricate ourselves from the water, the entire bathroom thick with fog from the heat of our encounters.

When I saw the clock, I let out a gasp. "Oh fuck."

"What?" Andrew said, brushing his teeth while I was slipping the last bit of clothing onto my body. "Are we out of time?"

"No... well, not quite. But close. We need to leave now if we want to get there in time," I said, sprinting to get the rest of my makeup done and my clothes on. "I've never been late!"

"Hey, slow down. We're going to be fine" Andrew said, though he was hurrying himself. He was saying it to calm me down more than anything, as we both knew we were running short on time. "We'll order some breakfast to the office and eat it there to save time."

"Sure," I said. I had worried how we might interact after the night and morning we had spent together. Would we remain professional colleagues? Or would Andrew and I become insufferable love birds that just couldn't keep their hands off each other? So far, I could tell Andrew was the professional type who could separate his personal life from his work, and I admired that about him. I would do the same.

*

As we got to the office, on time mind you, we were met at the door by Walter and promptly sent out into the field once again, without breakfast. 

Apparently the staff at one of the homes was working overtime destroying evidence, tearing them to shreds indiscriminately. Andrew and I were to join up with some officers and cease the evidence, and whatever they had destroyed we were to glue together again. Tedious fun work, as you might imagine, especially on an empty stomach.

And thus we spent our Sunday. We saved a bunch of the documents, but it was still quite the job gluing back together shredded receipts and falsified bank statements. Allegedly falsified. When Walter came to check on us, he let us know this was what the whistleblower had done, which had resulted in him caving and falsifying a few of the documents. And that whole ordeal had to be dealt with as well.

Yep, the Sunday we had in front of us was a backbreaking one, even with most of the office pulling their weight too. At least I wasn't alone, and I got to spend my Sunday with Andrew. The day couldn't end soon enough, and when it finally did, we were both tired and exhausted.

I did hope that he would follow through on his promise to take me out, but I'd understand if he was too tired. Guilt, well, I just shoved it away for now. I would deal with everything later, I told myself. For now, just this weekend, I wanted to just experience what Andrew was giving me.

So I wasn't prepared when I stepped outside of the office building that evening, having just briefed Walter on our progress, and found Andrew leaning up against the wall, waiting for me. "Evening, ma’am," he greeted, tipping his imaginary hat.

"Well aren't you charming," I chuckled. "Not too tired for a date, are you?"

"Not in the slightest." He offered me his hand, and I took it. Together we walked to our company car. "I might break a hip, but I'll suffer through," he snickered. "There's a restaurant not too far away that serves the best porchetta this side of the Atlantic."

"Yeah?" I asked. "Have you been to the other side of the Atlantic?"

"Not yet, so perhaps it was presumptuous of me to assume that it isn't the best worldwide," Andrew said, nodding knowingly. "Would it qualify as hearsay?"

I chuckled and gave him a playful shove. "You're really trying to get on my good side, aren't you?"

"It's not too difficult, really," Andrew said, giving me a wink. "You've got a lot of good sides."

"Oh you," I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. Even if it was a bit cheesy, the effort was there, and that was all I ever wanted. I turned to kiss him on the cheek. It was just a small peck, but doing it outside the confines of my room made me feel giddy. And a bit scared too. Anyone could see us. And Andrew didn’t recoil. He took the kiss, squeezed my hand tighter, and kissed the top of my head as we made our way to the car.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with comfortable silence. We both had a hard day and instead of small talking or bickering, we simply rested and enjoyed each other's company. When we arrived at the place, I was surprised to find it was quite packed.

"How did you manage to get a table here?" I asked as Andrew parked the car.

"I have connections," he said mysteriously. "Come on, let's eat."

"You're going to have to tell me all about your connections later," I chuckled, exiting the car and following him inside the establishment.

While I wasn't an expert on porchetta, the one we got was absolutely amazing. From the crust to the juicy meat inside, and the potatoes accompanying it, the whole meal was divine. To top it off, they had a surprisingly nice selection of red wines to pick from, making it an even more pleasurable experience. From the first bite, I forgot what a stressful weekend we had endured, and with a nip of wine to top it off.

"This was so nice of you," I said as we finished the last of our meal.

"Just wanted to treat a beautiful woman to a nice dinner," Andrew said. "I think it is a huge crime that you've receded into having such a poor self-image of yourself when you're such a wonderful person to be around."

"You just say that because–"

"Sorry, but I'm not," Andrew insisted. "You expected me to run away this morning, but I didn't. Maybe you think I say the things I do just because we now have slept together. That is not the case. I've been quite consistent in my opinion of you, Lisa. I've liked you ever since I first saw you, and nothing has changed."

I stared at him and didn't know what to say. There were no words. All I could do was blush and look down on the table, fiddling with the hem of my blouse. My heart was pounding, and I had butterflies in my belly again. And they weren't settling down. "I..."

"You don't have to say anything," Andrew said. "I know what you've got going on, but I'm telling you, I don't care. This weekend was something special to me, and I want to explore more with you."

"Yeah... me too," I stammered. "But I can't help feeling guilty. It feels like I'm betraying my husband."

"You shouldn't. You told me you married young and he isn't doing his job. That he is emotionally distant and cold."

"Yes, but I still love him. Even if he isn't always affectionate, or if he hasn't shown it, I know he loves me too," I said, defending my husband, though I wasn't sure why. I didn't believe my own words. "And I've taken a vow. That means something to me."

"I know," Andrew said, resting his hand on mine. "But I've also vowed to give you the best time you've ever had. I am here and willing to do that."

"You're making this difficult for me," I said, shaking my head.

"I'm sorry," Andrew said, but his warm hand didn't recede. I was thankful for that. He was still smiling at me, trying to reassure me that everything was okay. And that I was okay. "I won't push you any further. How about we get some ice cream?"

"That's it? We just change topics now?"

"No. This discussion isn't over. It's just put on a break. For now, let's just enjoy the evening."

"Alright, fair enough," I said. For a split second, I was worried he'd give up that easy and I panicked. Shouldn't I want him to give up? I should, right?

So why didn't I?

"I heard they make it here, actually. I can't believe that can be easy, here in Florida and whatnot. The reviews say it's good though," Andrew said, looking at me with a grin.

"I also have my kids," I said, trying one last time to... I'm not sure what I was trying. Was I being desperate? For rejection? For him to push more?

"I see a break is futile," Andrew said with that unwavering cheerful attitude. I could imagine this everlasting patience of his could be quite frustrating at times, but right now it was a virtue. "If you are trying to discourage me, I'm going to need a better argument than that."

"Are you even hearing what I'm saying?" I asked, dumbfounded by his calmness.

"I do, I do. And I hear the worry and doubts, but I also see the woman in front of me who is worth every second of this conversation."

I looked at him, searching his face for some kind of sign that he was bullshitting me, but there was no deception in those blue eyes. He was as serious as one could be. "You're insane," I said, shaking my head. "Completely nuts."

"Perhaps, but I'm telling you I've made up my mind, and you aren't changing that," Andrew said with a slight smirk.

"Is that so? And what if I tell you to fuck off? That I want to go home and think about this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I'll let you go home, and talk to you tomorrow," he said. "But I hope you don't tell me to skedaddle."

"Skedaddle? Really?"

Andrew shrugged. "So how about that ice cream? They have vanilla, chocolate, and some sorbets, which I suppose are kind of like ice cream too. I think you're a chocolate kind of girl. Am I right?"

"Yes," I said, shaking my head. "How did you know?"

"I'm a smart guy," he said with a wink. I guess it made sense. Every girl in the world knew where they had their spare jar of Nutella.

He waved for the waiter and ordered us both some ice cream. A chocolate for me, and a strawberry for him. When they arrived, I couldn't help but marvel at the perfect craftsmanship of the treat. The chocolate looked and tasted amazing. I normally preferred lighter chocolate, but this one had this rich, full taste to it.

"So, I guess I should tell you that... after tonight, that I'm going to tell Jeff. At least eventually," I said. Andrew only paused for a split moment, but that was the only reaction I got from him. "He's my husband and deserves to know. What happens after that, well, I don't know."

"Fair enough," Andrew said, taking another bite from his strawberry ice cream.

"But we can still enjoy this evening. It has really been nice being pampered like this. Thank you," I said. "And I'd like to do this again sometime."

"I would love that," Andrew said.

"You're so sweet," I said. "And handsome." I then leaned over the table and kissed him, not caring who was looking. I was coming to terms that perhaps secrecy was futile and it made things worse for me. So why bother? Why not enjoy the time I had with Andrew. "And very, very sexy," I added, grinning at him.

"I think I might die from all this attention," Andrew joked. "But don't stop. I enjoy it too much."

"I think it's about time you get a taste of your own medicine," I said, leaning back in my chair and licking the ice cream cone. I didn't mean for it to come across as dirty, but the smirk Andrew gave me told me otherwise. "Like what you see?"

"Always," he said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied.

"How come you're not further up the food chain? I don't mean it in a negative way, just that, I mean, you're smart, diligent, and have worked at the firm since you got your degree from what I've heard," Andrew asked.

"Well, I guess I have a lack of ambition. Maybe I wanted all that before," I said, almost asking myself the same question. Where did that drive go? I knew the answer, and it wasn't really a bad one. "I guess family life takes first priority."

Andrew nodded in agreement. I guess by how he asked I expected him to perhaps not agree with that statement, but he seemed to. "I think that is commendable. And it's not like you're not doing badly. I mean, you're the head of our department in Indiana."

"Yeah. Jeff always wanted me to become a housewife when we got the kids. He has a pretty good income as a doctor, but that is just not me. For some, it might be, but to me, it sounds too much like a prison. My career is mine and mine alone. It is as much my freedom as it is anything else," I explained. "God, it really sounds like I'm not taking care of my kids at all. And who knows, maybe I'm not... I'm here in Florida while they're back home."

Andrew leaned forward and took my hand as he had done earlier in the evening. "Hey. You're a great mom. I would've loved to have a mother like you growing up. It's evident that you love your kids, and that they love you. That's all that matters."

"Thanks, Andrew," I said, giving him a smile. "It means a lot to me that you think that. I just wish I could've seen them more. I mean, maybe that toll is why I've been a bit... susceptible."

"I think it's understandable that you feel what you feel," Andrew said. "And I'll be there for you, okay? As a friend, a lover, whatever you need."

"Alright," I said, my smile widening. "I'll hold you to that. And sorry for being all over the place. Florida hasn't been good to me. Except that I've grown to know you better, of course."

"I hope that's a good thing," he said, chuckling.

"It is. I have no regrets in... that. Though pardon me for saying it so bluntly, but perhaps I'd wish it to happen under more... natural circumstances," I said with a sigh.

"I can see that," Andrew said, being incredibly patient with my rambling.

"Anyway, let's talk about something else," I said, changing topics again. "Like, should we, erh, get out of here?"

"Want to head out for some pool? The game, not the facility. Though a dip wouldn’t be something I’d complain about."

"I don't know. I can't play for shit," I chuckled.

"I'll probably lose anyway, or die trying," Andrew joked.

"When you put it like that," I smiled. "It's not like I got anyone waiting for me anyway..."

"Hey now," Andrew said. "I can rush back to the hotel and wait if that is what you want."

"You're being silly," I said, though his light-heartedness had done its effect on me all evening, despite the monotonous work at our backs.

"No, I'm serious, I will go and wait for you, and–" Andrew said, getting up from his chair. "Just let me know what you want me to wear and I'll do my best to look the part."

"No no, let's go play some damn pool," I chuckled. Andrew offered a small victory grin and turned to call the waiter over for the check. I then quickly leaned forward and quickly added "Nothing, for the record," and then giggled at my own naughtiness.

The night was still young when we left the restaurant. The pool was way more fun than I'd expected, as Andrew insisted that every other play should be a trick shot. He was quite creative in his ways of trying to do the most amazing shots, but unfortunately for him, but to my amusement, the result was not as impressive.

As our intoxication levels were increased, and mood, Andrew even managed to shoot some compliments about my butt when I bent over the table for a shot.

"I can see someone has been working out lately," he said, even though we both knew it was just that one workout we had done together. "Your butt looks absolutely fantastic in those jeans, mam."

"Don't go too far now," I chuckled, not sure whether to play along or not. Andrew made it so hard to resist him, and his compliments were a huge part of that.

"But you know how much I love that booty," he insisted. "Come on, why don't we act like wild teenagers and fuck in the bathroom?"

"You're crazy," I laughed.

"I'm serious. Let's go, right now!"

"No way!"

"Fine, maybe not there then," Andrew chuckled.

"I'm still a married woman," I said, chiding him.

"With a young plaything on the side," Andrew teased. 

"Oh hush now," I said, hitting him with a billiard cue. "Now hurry up and finish this game so we can go."

"As you wish, mam."

"Ma’am?"

"Lisa?"

"Better," I grinned.

And so we finished the game, which I won. I had the sneaky suspicion he let me win, but he refused to admit it. So in turn, I made him pay for another glass of wine, which he did without complaint. He didn't do the quick check of bills that Jeff did every time I asked him for a drink, to check if I was cutting into his money too deep. I always felt terrible whenever I asked and felt like I was robbing him, so over time I eventually stopped asking him if he could get me anything. And he rarely ever offered himself to do so either.

But Andrew did. He ordered the wine for us, and told me to take it easy as he didn't want me to get too tipsy. He was such a gentleman, and that made me feel guilty again. I had to tell Jeff. Maybe not right away, but eventually I would have to.

I couldn't help but feel that it was the only right thing to do. But it wasn't easy, either. When we left the pool and headed back to the hotel, I found myself hesitating. It was late, and we had worked long and hard all weekend. 

This weekend was supposed to be for my family and I, now it had turned into Andrew taking me on a date after a night of passionate lovemaking. Cheating, to be more precise.

I had enjoyed every moment, though. Despite everything, despite what I knew was the right thing to do, I wanted more. More of him. More time with him. More of what he was giving me. I was greedy and wanted all of it. I wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

"What are you thinking about?" Andrew asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"You," I answered truthfully, though not completely. "You and me. How we ended up here. What this means. What is going to happen next. Whether this is a mistake."

Andrew stayed quiet for a while, letting me think and mull things over. "Are you having a good time?"

"I am," I said, nodding. "I'm just a bit confused. I should want to go home, but I don't."

"And that is okay. You don't have to understand everything right away. We can just take things slowly, and see where it goes. But to pick up what I was laying down earlier, to make the playing field as obvious as it can, what we got going on, well, I wouldn't mind it going further. Not at all, in fact. I don't want to split up your family, but selfishly I want you. All the time. And if it means that I'll become some sort of stepdad or whatever, then I'm okay with that too. I'd love it, actually."

I chuckled. "You're really jumping ahead of things, aren't you? I haven't even decided if I want to keep you around yet."

"I know," he said, reaching over and taking my hand. "I'm just laying things out on the table."

"I appreciate that," I said, squeezing his hand back. "It's very nice to know where someone stands."

We pulled up outside of the hotel, and I was still hesitant. What I wanted was to get into bed with Andrew and sleep next to him, but the guilt was weighing on me, keeping me from going through with it.

"Want me to walk you to your room?" Andrew asked.

I nodded, unsure if I should be doing this or not. I didn't want to go alone, that much I knew. "Please."

He stepped out of the car and circled around, opening the door for me. He helped me up on my feet and then offered his arm to me, which I took. With slow steps, we walked into the hotel and headed upstairs. Neither of us spoke, but the silence was comfortable and neither of us were in a hurry. We made it all the way to my room before either of us spoke again.

"Are you going to be okay?" Andrew asked.

"Yes. I think I will," I said, giving him a small smile. "But maybe it is best that you stay at your own room tonight. It's been a long day, and I think we both need a good night's sleep."

Andrew nodded, though he seemed a bit disappointed. I couldn't blame him.

"Maybe tomorrow after work we can meet up somewhere and relax together?" I suggested, trying to lift the mood again. I think we could agree that I wanted to be with him as much as he did, but I needed space.

"I would love that," he said, giving me a smile. "Sleep well, Lisa."

"You too," I said, stepping closer and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And thank you, for everything. You're a very sweet and wonderful guy."

"Thank you," he said, blushing slightly.

I gave him another quick peck on the lips before taking a step back and fishing for my room key. "See you tomorrow," I said, then slipped into my room.

I waited behind the door until I heard him walk away. Only then did I move to the bed and lay down on top of it, thinking about the day. It had been such a wild ride, and I didn't know what to think of it.

Jeff and I weren't on great terms at the moment, but that didn't mean he deserved to be cheated on. I had married him for better or worse, and that was what I had agreed to. Andrew was so nice, though, and it made me wish there was a way for me to have him. There was one way of course, a grueling path of d... I couldn't even think the word. Divorce.

Would Jeff let me? Would he fight me on it? Would he demand full custody? I didn't want to lose my kids, but if they wanted to live with their dad, then what could I do? Would I rip them out of their schools to come down to Florida? Would I become a weekend mom? All of those prospects were awful, but I guess half the battle was just considering those steps. 

Even if I ignored the fact that I had cheated on him, he had been neglectful of me and my needs as his wife and as a woman. And just thinking that gave me guilt as I felt like such a needy bitch. Was I?

I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted Andrew in my life. He was so kind, warm, and handsome. And he cared about me. My heart fluttered at the thought of him. Andrew could make a bad day better just by being himself. His charm was incredible, and his patience with me even more so. He understood my need to take things slow, but that didn't mean he wouldn't still fight for me.

But did it make up for the fact that we were both at different places in our lives? That he was young while I had two kids? He said he wanted to take that giant leap, but did I? Truly? He had only been with me a few days, and he was already talking about living together with my family. What if it was just an infatuation, and after a week he would go back to the real world?

Well, I took that risk when I let him into my bed, didn't I? I knew what I was doing, even if I felt it was wrong.

But was it?

I didn't know, and I hated it. I hated this moral conundrum that I had found myself in. I knew that Andrew was a good man and that he cared for me, and my kids too. But what would my kids think if I brought home a man who was ten years younger than me? I mean, they liked Andrew enough, but would they accept him as a replacement or accessory to Jeff?

God, this whole thing was such a mess. I wasn't sure what to do or say. How I felt about everything. My thoughts and emotions were a tangled web, and I felt trapped.

And yet, there was a small part of me that was happy. The part that kept telling me that I should just go for it and try. To take that chance. That leap of faith. But that small voice was quickly drowned out by the loud chorus of worries, doubts, and fears.

I sighed and rolled over onto my side, trying to push the thoughts away. I needed sleep. I could deal with all this tomorrow. For now, I just wanted to rest.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I could feel my body getting heavy and my mind started to drift off into slumber. I felt calm and peaceful. Like I was floating on a cloud.

*

The next morning, I did something that was quite awful. Instead of waiting for Andrew, I rushed to breakfast and got an uber to the office. I can't really explain why I avoided him, yes that was what I did I realized, except that I was afraid of facing him. I wanted to keep my distance until I figured out how I felt about everything.

All the turmoil from last night was still reeling through my mind, acting like a battering ram against a wall of how Jeff had treated me this weekend. And not just this weekend, but how that date wasn't even a surprise to me because of how he had always treated me. I had been so blind to it, but now I saw it clearly.

Jeff wasn't perfect. Far from it. And Andrew... well, he was certainly giving my husband a run for his money. Andrew was attentive, caring, and passionate. He made me feel special and wanted. He made me feel like a woman again.

It wasn't fair to compare the two men, but I couldn't help it. It was like I was finally seeing clearly for the first time in years. It was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes, and I could see the world in all its wonder and beauty. I could see Andrew with his perfect smile and deep blue eyes, looking at me with admiration and love.

And it hurt. It hurt so much. Which is why I avoided him this morning. It was a nasty thing to do, yes, but I needed some time to figure things out. I needed space to think and process all these new feelings and emotions.

I spent the whole day buried in work, trying to distract myself from my own thoughts. I didn't want to think about Andrew or Jeff or my kids or anything else. I just wanted to focus on the task at hand and get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible. 

Jeff's words 'remain undistracted by your family and focus on your work' rang in my head. What a fucking asshole! How could he even say that? He knew how much I wanted to be with them, and there was not a lack of times when he had run off on his golf games or whatever. It was unfair of him to put that responsibility on me. He chose those golf games, it wasn't my fault I had to work and for him to spit it back in my face like that! 

And Jeff's solution was of course the greatest. Lock me in a cage. As if that was going to solve anything. I had tried to tell him several times that he would suffocate me if I were to be a housewife. He was so stuck in his own little world, thinking that he knew best.

Just like that, I was good and pissed off. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I had been pushed down for so long, and now I was finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it felt damn good.

I threw myself into my work with renewed vigor and determination. I was going to show Jeff what I was capable of. I was going to show him that I was more than just a wife and mother. I was going to show him that I could be successful in my own right. 

And then Andrew came in, knocking on our dual office door and looking a bit worried. "Hey," he said softly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, trying to sound indifferent. "Just working."

"Okay," he said, still looking a bit concerned. "Well, if you need anything, just let me know."

I looked up from my computer screen and met his gaze. There was something about those deep blue eyes that made me want to melt. "Actually," I said, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. "I could use a..." I hesitated, drew a breath, and regained my composure. "Could you give me a quick massage? My neck has been tense all morning."

Andrew smiled and nodded. "Of course." He stepped into our office and closed the door behind him. He then walked over to where I was sitting and placed his hands on my shoulders.

His touch was gentle yet firm, and his fingers worked their magic on my muscles. I let out a small moan as he massaged away the tension that had been building up all last night and this morning. 

"Where were you this morning?" Andrew asked. Not in a controlling way like Jeff would've done, but rather as a genuine concern for my well-being.

"I needed some time to think," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know, but it was just... hard to face you right then. I hope you understand."

"Of course," he said. "I'm here for you, whatever you need."

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. "Thank you, Andrew. You're a good man."

I continued working while he massaged my shoulders and neck, and the anger that had been boiling inside me started to subside. I felt more relaxed and at ease, and I knew that it was because of Andrew's presence. His touch was calming and reassuring, and it made me feel safe.

I couldn't help but smile to myself as I thought about how lucky I was to have Andrew in my life. And he more or less told me that it could be a permanent solution. No more worrying about what I'm going to do when Jeff gets home. No more feeling like I'm not good enough or that I'm not being appreciated. No more wondering if Jeff is going to come home or not.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't realize Andrew had stopped massaging me until I felt his lips against my neck. His kiss was soft and gentle, sending tingles down my spine. But he didn't follow up. Andrew could've easily made me melt right here and now, I knew he had that effect on me, but instead, he went around to his desk and sat down. "Do you want to go out again after work?"

"I'd love that," I said, feeling my heart flutter. "But let's just go get some food at the hotel. I don't feel like going out tonight."

"Sounds good to me," he said, giving me a smile. "Maybe we can even skip right to dessert and get dinner later."

"Naughty," I said. "Get to work." 

But while Andrew started doing his tasks, it was now me who was distracted. I was glancing at him, looking at him. He was pampering me all up and down, but I was sort of figuring out that I also wanted to do stuff for him too. I wanted to make him feel good and to show him that I cared. He just gave me a massage and expected nothing in return, but I wanted to give him something back.

I got up and walked over to his desk, sitting on the edge of it and looking down at him. He looked up at me with a confused expression.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, nothing's wrong. Just... thank you. For everything. You've been so good to me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it."

Andrew smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. "You don't have to thank me, Lisa."

"Oh, I didn't mean to thank you just using my words," I said, letting a devious smile spread across my face. I stood from the desk and moved between him and his desk, pushing aside his muscular thighs so I could kneel down between them.

I looked up at him with a coy expression, my hands working at his belt. "I want to thank you properly," I purred, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

Andrew watched me with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Are you sure? What if someone walks in?"

"I guess you'll just have to be quick then," I said, pulling down his boxers and exposing his hardening cock.

I took his shaft into my hand and stroked it slowly, feeling it grow and stiffen under my touch. I had never done something like this for Jeff. Been this forward, I mean, and least of all at any our places of work. The danger of it only fueled me further as I leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock.

"Oh, fuck," Andrew moaned as my lips wrapped around the head of his shaft. His hands rested on my head, urging me on as I began to bob up and down, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I could manage. I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting the sweet precum that oozed from him.

Andrew groaned and tilted his head back as I sucked his hard shaft, working him with my lips and tongue. His hands gripped my head tighter and his hips bucked slightly as he started to approach his peak. I pulled away with a pop and stroked him furiously. "Cum for me, Andrew," I whispered. "Let me taste you."

I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked hard, earning me a hiss and a shiver, then, like I commanded, he let it loose, giving me all the warm seed I could ever want. He released his hot load on my tongue and then on the inside of my cheeks. I couldn't believe it, but despite everything he had given me yesterday Andrew managed to produce a massive amount of his seed on such short notice. The perks of being in his mid-twenties, perhaps.

"Holy fuck, Lisa," he breathed.

I giggled, before swallowing down his tasty load, licking my lips and grinning like the sultry seductress that I was. "Did you like that, honey?" 

Andrew let out a laugh. "Yeah, you could definitely say that."

I kissed the tip of his cock, giggling. I couldn't believe that I had been so bold. I was usually a shy and reserved person, and now I was kneeling in the middle of our workplace giving a guy a blowjob. Not any guy, though. Andrew. My Andrew. And by the look of his face, and the intensity of his orgasm, he certainly appreciated the gesture.

"I've never done something like that before," I admitted.

"Really?" he asked. "I'm flattered."

"I just felt like it. I wanted to show you my appreciation, and I also wanted to do something just for you, if that makes sense."

He smiled. "It does. And thank you, it was very sweet and incredibly sexy." He paused and then chuckled. "Actually, not just incredible."

"Oh?" I teased.

"More like, god-tier! You're quite something, Lisa."

I laughed, shaking my head. I rose from the floor and leaned in to give him a kiss, pausing to stroke him, milking as much of the moment as I could before he became too sensitive. "You're not so bad yourself," I said, then released his member and moved back to my chair. "Now, enough distractions. We've got a lot of work to do."

Andrew sighed dramatically. "Yes, ma'am."

The day's work flew by faster after that. He was thoroughly appreciated, and I was no longer pissed nor in any state of turmoil. Andrew was good at what he did and did it quickly, and I didn't have time to wonder about what we should or shouldn't do together.

After work, I decided to call Jeff, but he didn't even pick up the phone, letting it ring a dozen times. I called a few times, but Jeff didn't answer. A bit hurt, I decided to message him instead, asking him if we could talk tomorrow as I had some important matters to discuss with him. He didn't reply to that either.

Instead, I spent the evening enjoying Andrew's company. We ate dinner in my room and talked about our pasts, and even some stuff for the future. Andrew was getting a place, as he had mentioned before, but seemed willing to go back to Indiana after that. Me, I gave him a boring monologue about how I used to paint, and that some of the cheerleaders even wanted me to do their nails.

Andrew listened attentively, but I could tell it was a bit boring. "I'm sorry, I should have asked you some more questions before telling you all this," I said sheepishly.

"Don't apologize," he said. "It's not every day I get to learn the intricacies of what nail polish goes with which kind of skin tone."

"If you say so," I giggled. "Anyway, it was nice getting that out. I haven't really told anyone that before, and I'm not sure why. I guess I just never really had anyone to talk to about it."

"You don't have many friends?" Andrew asked, taking my hand.

"I do... but most of them are either through Jeff or not in Indiana. We moved there because of his work, and lawyers can find pastures everywhere," I explained. "And since we got Peggy, well, no time to make new relations. Though, some of the other moms can be really nice. Some of them are a bit younger than me, but I don't see that as an obstacle with them."

"It shouldn't be," Andrew agreed.

And that's how our conversations went that evening. Mundane, yet sprinkled with curiosity. I knew it was pretty early and that we both wanted to learn more about each other, but I just knew that this connection between us was something entirely different from what I had experienced before.

After dinner, we retired to my bed and cuddled up under the sheets. It felt natural to be so close to Andrew. To feel his body next to mine. His warmth. His strength. I felt safe and protected. Like nothing could ever hurt me.

Of course, Andrew mounted me and we made love like horny teenagers. He was so full of energy and life, and I couldn't get enough of him. After the day I had, I needed that release. That release of endorphins and oxytocin. To feel loved and adored. To feel alive. To just feel.

When we finally fell asleep, it was entangled in each other's arms. I don't think I ever slept that well. Well, not since the last time I spent the night with him. I let out a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.

"This is nice," I said, nuzzling against his chest, consumed by his scent and warmth.

"Yeah," he agreed, stroking my hair. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, and soon I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Andrew and I made love yet again. But this time, it was tender and intimate. Slow and passionate. We took our time, exploring each other's bodies and savoring every sensation. There was no rush, no urgency. Just two people enjoying each other's company.

I lost myself in him, letting him take control and guide me to new heights of pleasure. When we came together, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. There was just him and me, and the connection we shared. I had never felt so connected to another person in my entire life.

When we finally separated, I felt like I had ascended to a whole new level of existence. I could only hope to ever feel like this again. My mind was set. I had made my decision. There was no going back now. I couldn't stay away from him. Not anymore. Not ever.

We held each other, exchanging sweet kisses and whispered words of affection. It was everything I ever could have hoped for. But of course, all good things must come to an end.

I let out a sigh. "I guess we should get dressed and head to work," I said, feeling the moment slipping away from us.

"Yeah, I guess so," he sighed. "But first... one more kiss?"

I grinned. "You're so demanding," I joked, then leaned in, capturing his lips with mine in a deep and lingering kiss.

Twenty minutes later he was finishing inside of me again, and we took a long, hot shower to get the scent off. It was dangerous for him to be so damn good in bed, it kept making me want more. Sex was one thing, but it was honestly the whole Andrew-package I was really attracted to.

*

When we were ready for breakfast, we sat down in the restaurant with a coffee and some bagels and discussed the work situation. I didn't like having to leave this wonderful cloud we had set up for ourselves, but I knew we would have each other again later after work. 

But there was more awaiting me after work. I had to get through to Jeff. If that meant calling his parent, his office, whatever, I had to do it. It was the only way to move forward. I knew those measures would embarass him, but what I wanted to confess warranted a conversation. 

Though, perhaps a phone call wasn't good enough either. Maybe I had to go up there and face the monster of my actions, or have Jeff come down here again? We weren't in high school anymore, so it felt a bit cheap breaking it to him over the phone, and honestly quite disrespectful for the years we had together that actually was good, as long ago as that may have been by now.

"I need to talk to Jeff," I said to Andrew. He nodded that he had heard. We were driving to the office, and I could feel that we were both a bit apprehensive about the day ahead.

"Do you think he's going to be angry?" Andrew asked, trying to sound lighthearted, but the tension in his voice gave him away.

"I don't know," I said. "But I have to tell him. I can't keep this secret from him."

"I understand," he said. "And I'm here for you, no matter what happens."

"I'll invite him down here for the weekend and tell him then, I think," I explained. "So, as much as I want you around, perhaps you could give us some space? I just want to... do it right."

"Will the kids join?" Andrew asked. "If so, I can watch them."

"I don't know if they'll be here. If they do... well, I'm not sure. But I doubt Jeff will let you watch them," I said, muttering the last part, recounting the last time I had brought up the subject with Jeff. He had not been nice about it. "He said..." I hesitated. I had always seen Andrew happy and jolly, but what I was about to say could, understandably, make him pissed off. "... that he didn't trust you around them..."

I heard a sharp intake of breath from Andrew. "He said that?"

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "It's not true. You're nothing like that. I know that, and he has no right to say that about you. I'm not even sure what he meant by that. It's not like you're some shifty dude or anything."

"Well, I'm a lawyer, shifty is part of the job description," Andrew joked, but I could hear the hurt sarcasm in his voice. He was too tough to let it on, but I could see that he didn't like the remark at all.

"Don't joke about it," I said. "You're a good person, and you're nothing like the asshole who said that. I don't want to hear any of that nonsense."

I glanced over at him and saw Andrew's knuckles go from white to more relax, followed by a long, heayv sigh. "Alright," he said. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"I know," I said, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "I know."

We drove in silence for a few minutes before Andrew spoke again.

"But I understand. I'll just hang out on the beach," Andrew said. "It's not unbearable outside yet."

"Sure you can handle walking around with your shirt off?" I teased, wanting to lighten the mood. "Your trunks might get ripped off by all the lusting women."

Andrew laughed. "I think I can handle it." He looked over at me and smiled widely. "Besides, I'm only interested in one woman these days."

"Oh yeah? And who might that be?" I asked playfully.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about," he said, giving me a wink.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I do."

So the next step was to get a hold of Jeff. It wasn't too difficult or hard, it just took way more time than it had to. I knew I was being annoying, and that he probably just wanted to ignore me, but I kept on calling him with decent intervals throughout the morning and by afternoon I had finally broken through.

"What?" he grunted annoyed, as if he hadn't ignored all my calls this morning, and behaved like an asshole over the weekend. He was annoyed as if I was the source of discourse here. I was, but he didn't know that. Not yet, anyway.

"Good morning to you as well," I offered.

"It's afternoon," Jeff said. "I'm busy."

"You're always busy," I sighed. "But I have to talk to you."

"About what?" he said impatiently.

"We need to talk. About us," I said. "And there are some other things we need to discuss too."

"Not right now," Jeff said. I waited for him to follow up, but he didn't. In fact, it didn't really sound like he understood what I was saying. 'We need to talk' tends to be a phrasing that sends chills down people's spine, so I was expecting him to ask what was going on, or to say something to show that he was willing to talk about it, but he didn't. It was almost as if he didn't care.

"Can you come down here this weekend?" I asked. "I don't want to do this over the phone."

"No," Jeff said. I was taken aback.

"Well, I guess I'll come up to you then. It can't wait," I said. Jeff didn't respond right away. It wasn't a silence that told me that he was ignoring me, no, I could almost hear the cogs turning in his head.

"Fine," he said after a few seconds. "I'll come down. Maybe we can go to the beach with the kids."

I know it might've been a bit manipulative, but I actually hoped for something like that. Perhaps I could break it to him while they were swimming, them closeby and being in public saving me from a loud berating. It was cowardly, I know, but I still replied.

"Sounds great. I can... even wear my swimsuit if that makes you more comfortable," I offered. "But you'd have to bring it. It's still at home."

"Sure," Jeff said after another pause. He was probably trying to gauge what I wanted from this, or why I'd even mention it.

"Okay," I said, trying to sound cheery. "See you then."

"Bye," Jeff said, and then hung up.

Just like that. A huge weight was off my shoulders. It was just the first step, but I knew I was committed to this once the ball got rolling. I just had to steel myself for how Jeff might react.

*

I had a few days left before Jeff would come down to Florida, and I was going to enjoy them as much as I could. Of course, work still needed to be done, but Andrew and I made sure that we spent as much time together as possible. We went out to dinner, we walked on the beach, and we made love every chance we got. And sometimes we fucked. Hard and fast. The kind of sex that left you breathless and exhausted. I never knew I'd enjoy sex so much as I did with Andrew, but boy did he give me plenty of reasons to want to fuck again and again.

Jeff was still being an asshole, not picking up his phone or answering my texts. But I knew he was coming down, so I tried not to let it bother me too much. In the meantime, I had tried to come up with ideas of how to handle living in separate states from my family on a long-term basis.

There was no way I was going back to Indiana, I just didn't want to live there. I had made friends here in Florida, and I was doing well in my job. But I couldn't ask Jeff to move, either. And the kids had their friends up there. Maybe it wasn't as bad to live in Indiana, but I knew it would not be all that great to live in a small town where Jeff had his private practice and basically knew half the town.

Andrew had joking suggested that we could also start our own practice, and find some other line of legal work together, but that was a pipe dream. It was a huge risk, but Andrew assured me that he had a cousin who happened to live in Courtington who liked to invest in local businesses. I knew Walt would be happy for us to stretch our feet too, to make our own little firm. It sounded too good to be true, so we paused that conversation altogether. 

It was way too soon to make plans like that either way

It was a fun idea though. To have my own business with Andrew. We could be partners in every sense of the word, and I would love that. But I knew that it was just wishful thinking. In the end, I'd probably find another job in Indianapolis and commute one way or the other. 

I know it’s not a foregone conclusion that Jeff would leave me, but I had to entertain the possibility. Guiltily, I saw it as a blessing in disguise. Again, I felt it was another act of some slight manipulation perhaps, but if Jeff took that leap, he’d relieve me of that pain. It was weak, but I was tired of feeling like I was failing him or our family. I deserved better.

As for Andrew and I... well, that remained to be seen. He was a wonderful man, and I wanted to be with him, but I knew it wouldn't be easy. If Jeff dumped me, how would it look if I immediately found another? I had to handle it delicately, but I knew that I couldn't stay away from Andrew. He meant too much to me, and I loved spending time with him.

I tried not to think about it too much. 

Walter was kind enough to give me full clearance from Friday morning through Sunday, that I was off limits. He was surprised I hadn't said I had marital problems before but was happy to accommodate me, and I appreciated that. 

When Jeff eventually came down, I was too distracted by my little two darlings to even remember why they were there. I forgot all about Jeff and what had happened between us, and even for a fleeting moment I reconsidered telling him anything. They seemed happy and in a good mood, and I didn't want to spoil that.

But of course, when I remembered the reason for their visit, I knew it was inevitable. Saturday we were going to the beach, and I'd come clean then. Mostly because then we could talk while the kids were out swimming and having fun. I just didn't know how Jeff would react. With his jealousy I figured he wouldn't be too surprised, but just as pissed off still. Would he cause a scene? God knows I deserve it. 

Sure, he had neglected me for years and it took a third party for me to remember what it meant to be a woman, but it didn't make it right for me to do what he had feared the most.

Andrew had kissed me goodbye as we likely wouldn't see each other until Monday morning when it was back to the salt mines, on the other side however it went with Jeff and me. Andrew had been understanding, but I could tell he was a bit uneasy. Mostly I think he was worried for me, and that he knew that this was something difficult to deal with.

And as expected, the day on the beach did not go so well.

Friday was well enough. The kids and Jeff were all tired from the short flight, they all had had both school and work, so it was understandable. We had a quick late dinner at the hotel restaurant and watched TV at my room until the kids fell asleep.

Saturday, we headed soon after breakfast, finding a decently secluded spot at the beach, and watched the kids building a sand castle. It was an exercise in futility, or perhaps in fighting an uphill battle, as the waves crashed in on their construction site. It was two steps forward, one step back, and it was just pure stubbornness that kept them going. 

Jeff opened the cooler we had brought, got a beer for himself, glanced at me, and got me one as well, cracking them open. "So... you wanted to talk," Jeff said, initiating the conversation. Apparently, he had the same thought as me, bringing it up under the guise of our children playing.

I didn't respond right away. I stalled by taking a small sip of the cold beer. I normally didn't drink this early, but I wasn't sure how to even approach the subject. It had been on my mind for several days, but now that the moment was here, I felt like I had forgotten everything about how I wanted to tell him.

"I'm surprised you even had time for us," Jeff snorted. "Your job seems to be taking up all your time."

"You know that is terribly unfair," I said. "Until this Florida trip, it wasn't like you were around much. How many times haven't I taken the sole role as a parent? And when you're home, you more or less never compliment me, never cherish me, nothing."

"Compliments? What, you want flattery? Are you 12? We're adults, we're above those things," Jeff said with a sour chuckle. "Besides, what did you want me to say? Oh, your ass looks nice in those jeans?"

"That's a good start," I said, rolling my eyes. "But that's not what I meant."

"Is that why you're dressing like you do? Tight clothing, wearing excessive make-up? Even getting a fucking bikini?" Jeff spat. "You know how it makes me look? Having a wife who can't stop showing off?!"

"Showing off? I've never shown off. If I dress pretty it's either for me or for you, and no one else," I sneered. No one else was true only true up to recently though. "And there are plenty of women who dress way worse than me." 

This was turning way worse than I had expected, but I could feel my pulse drumming in my ear as Jeff was making me quite angry. Angry with him. I was reminded of his treatment of me. In my brain, while he was away, I was sort of reasoning that this was partly my fault, but in all honesty, Jeff had this all coming. It wasn't right for me to let it draw out to a point where I actually cheated on him, but I didn't create this mess all on my own, did I?!

Jeff snorted, shaking his head and clenching his jaw. I had seen that many times and it was mostly when he was holding something in. He could, in the next sentence, lose his calm or burst with anger or not bother with what he wanted to say, which meant I was dealing with a volatile bomb right now. But this was the moment we both had chosen for this battle.

I glanced out at the kids. They were oblivious to it all, thank god.

"Why can't you be more supportive?" I muttered, calming myself. "There is plenty of time when you've done whatever you felt like and I have no one else to support me and my life. Not my job or our kids."

Jeff scoffed again. He did seem ready to fight and clearly didn't care for what I was saying, which annoyed the hell out of me. I felt the fire in me igniting as I realized that he was acting just like an arrogant spoiled asshole again. He wouldn't hear my side of things. Like always. He'd never seen or accepted that perhaps it wasn't all my fault.

"Job? You mean working barely above an intern at that pesky law firm?" Jeff said, another sour chuckle joining his venomous tone. "You should take pride in your family and home, not some mediocre career that will amount to nothing in the end. You have a husband who is providing for you, a house you could never afford by yourself, and two kids who are well-behaved and bright. And yet, you act like you're being so oppressed and underappreciated. Get over yourself!"

His words stung, but they also fueled me. I was pissed now, and I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "I didn't realize that I was supposed to be some fucking housewife. That's why I went to college. To be able to clean and cook and entertain guests. That's what women are for, right? Not to be successful in their own right?"

I looked over at Jeff, trying to read his face. It was full of anger and frustration. "Well, I'm not sorry," I said firmly. "I deserve better than this. I deserve a man who loves me and supports me."

Jeff glared at me. This was it. The moment of truth. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "That's why I... I slept with someone else. Andrew. He makes me feel alive, and he treats me with respect. He cares about me."

I waited for Jeff's response, but he was silent. He just stared at me, his face with a blank expression.

"Are you even going to say anything?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"What do you want me to say?" Jeff replied quietly.

"I don't know. Something," I said, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes.

"What did I do?" Jeff asked, but not out of empathy for me or my feelings, rather more out of a sense of self-pity.

"You treated me like shit," I said, my voice wavering. "You made me feel like I wasn't good enough. You're jealous, you're possessive, you put me down whenever you can, and I have had to fight for all three compliments I've gotten out of you the last year. Do you even think I'm pretty? Do you want me to remain ugly just so nobody else looks at me? Guess what, somebody did, and he seems to think the world of me."

Jeff mumbled something I didn't hear. 

"What was that?" I asked coldly. I could see his hands clench into fists, and his jaw tightened.

"Nothing, just that he just thought you were an easy lay and now you've ruined your marriage," Jeff spat. "You really think a young guy like Andrew will stick around when he has options? He just wants to fuck you."

I shook my head. I knew Andrew was nothing like that, but I knew I'd never convince Jeff of it. I was too tired to keep fighting with him, and I wanted this conversation to be over. I didn't need to convince him because I knew better.

We watched the kids for a while, both seething with anger. I thought I'd be more sad, but Jeff just pissed me off so bad now that my eyes had been opened. I had to think of all the ways he had made me feel small, insignificant, and worthless. It was no wonder that I sought comfort in Andrew's arms. I deserved better, and I knew it.

I took a sip of my beer, then sighed. "If I'm to forgive you, I want you to quit your job, to come to Indiana, and become a housewife. At least for a year, so I know I can trust you again," Jeff said, sighing as if he had just found a decent compromise.

I laughed coldly. "Yeah, that's not going to happen."

"What?" Jeff said, turning angry again.

"I'm leaving you," I said. Just as the words left my mouth, I felt a huge weight, a much bigger one than before, leave my shoulders. The taste of freedom and of living for myself felt divine.

I had expected I'd push for him to want the divorce, but when I heard that he had a compromise to forgive me, I just blurted it out. My eyes closed and I sighed, waiting for his reaction. It was a long time coming, and it had been in the making for years, but now I had finally said it. I was leaving Jeff.

"The fuck you are!" Jeff spat, standing up. "We're not getting a fucking divorce. I'm not letting you make me look like a fool."

"A fool?" I said, looking up at him. "You made yourself look like a fool by not treating me right. And have you forgotten that I'm a lawyer? Do you really think so little of me that my profession doesn't pose a threat to the big Jeffrey Waters?!"

"I'm not divorcing you," Jeff said stubbornly. "You'll have to stay with me until I say so."

"I don't have to do anything," I said, rising to my feet.

"MOM! DAD!" we heard Peggy yell as she came running toward us. Even before I saw that she was pointing to the ocean I felt a pit in my stomach. We both looked where she was pointing and saw Cody having swam too far out.

Both of us ran down to the shoreline. "The current is too strong for him!" I yelped, realizing that Cody wasn't able to get back to the shallow waters.

Jeff looked around for a lifeguard, starting to unbutton his shirt, but he didn't have the urgency I wanted him to have.

"Jeff!" I yelled, starting to wade out in the water while Jeff yelled out to Cody as if that would help anything. The boy was flailing, trying to swim against the current, but he was panicking.

I kicked off my flip-flops and ran into the water. "Lisa! You're not that great of a swimmer," Jeff said, holding my shoulder. That was true, but what did that matter?!

"Someone gotta do something," I snapped back.

Jeff hesitated, but then I saw someone in my peripheral vision running towards Cody. It was Andrew. He was sprinting down the beach as fast as he could. He didn't even take off his shirt or anything, he leaped out into the water and started swimming toward Cody.

Jeff just stood there, watching him. I rushed out as well, and by the time I had gotten to waist-level water, Andrew had caught up to Cody and grabbed him by the arm. I stood there, watching them. Andrew was a strong swimmer, and he was able to keep Cody's head above water while fighting against the current. 

The waves were no match for a grown man like Andrew, but for poor little Cody, who was only 4 years old, it had been exhausting. I could see the little guy cough water and heave as I was able to meet them when they got where at least the adults could stand. Andrew gave Cody over, ruffling the boy's hair, then started toward the shore while I kissed and hugged my son.

"I'm fine, Mom," Cody said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"You sure?" I said, checking him out. He was shaking but otherwise seemed okay.

"Yeah," he replied. "I just lost a shovel and wanted to find it..." Poor guy, always so diligent.

"Okay, but never swim alone again, not that far, without saying anything. And you're in trouble when we get home," I said, and he nodded. I didn't mean the last part, of course, but he knew what he had done was dangerous. Jeff and I had argued so fiercely that we'd not paid attention to the kids, and that was our mistake. It sort of solidified it for me we didn't really work together anymore.

I brought Cody back to shore and Jeff looked at Andrew with a bit of scorn and a bit of relief, then thanked him.

"Don't mention it," Andrew said, wringing out his shirt. "I never liked this shirt anyway."

I handed Cody over to Jeff, and the two of them headed up to the beach blanket. I looked over at Andrew. "Thank you," I said. "I don't know what I would have done if..."

"I told you I was going to be at the beach," Andrew chuckled.

"I'm just glad you were there," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "You saved my son's life."

Andrew smiled. "I'm just glad I could help." He pulled me into a hug, and I sobbed into his wet shirt. I knew Jeff was staring daggers at me, but I didn't care. I had almost lost one of my children because of my stupid argument with my husband.

"You're trembling," Andrew said, holding me close.

"I'm fine," I said, my voice shaking. I pulled away from him and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I just... I can't believe how stupid we were. We were arguing so much that we didn't even notice Cody was out too far."

"You were arguing?" Andrew asked, looking concerned.

I nodded. "Yeah, I told him about us. And that I was leaving him."

"Oh," Andrew said quietly. There was an odd mix of sympathy and triumph on his face.

"I don't think he took it very well," I said.

"Well, I'm here for you, whatever you need," Andrew said, giving me a reassuring smile. "Even got that apartment I talked about. Just a temporary thing if you want me back in Indiana. If you're going back, I mean."

"Congrats. So you're coming back with me if I go back? I kinda have to, I don't want the kids to move."

"Of course. I don't want to be far away from... well, I won't be rude with your kids within earshot," Andrew said, giving me a smirk.

"I should get back to them," I said. "See you Monday?"

"You got it," Andrew replied, ruffling my hair like he had with Cody, and strolled off.

*

I'm not sure if the incident itself became a very vivid representation of how Jeff and I didn't work together anymore, that we neglected the one thing we both could compliment each other on: being good parents, but it made everything easier. 

I had expected Jeff to fight me every step of the way, but he was actually quite reasonable while hashing out the details of the settlement. He'd buy me out of the house, sell one of the cars and we'd split the profit. The kids would be with me every other weekend until I either found a new job closer to them or got transferred back to Indiana. While it sucked that I couldn't be be with my kids as much as I wanted, this was a situation too similar to how I had lived up till then anyhow, so I guess I could endure it a bit more. It was just temporary.

Much to my annoyance, surprisingly so perhaps, Jeff wasn't as nice about it outside of the settlement. He mostly behaved like an asshole, telling everyone he knew that he was leaving me and not the other way around. He also posted pictures of himself at both night and strip clubs on social media, which I honestly just saw as pathetic. 

Jeff had always been the kind of man who needed to look good in the eyes of others, and this was just another act of that desperation.

But Andrew advised me not to harp on the past, not like that anyway, and honestly, I agreed with him.

And yes, I eventually moved in with him at his apartment. The prospect of a real home after living so long out of a hotel room just became too enticing, as well as the man living between those four walls. Andrew initially wanted to pay for everything but knew better than to try, especially since I had a streak of independence for once in my life.

On the professional side of things, with time, and after a few promises and raises from Walter, the class action lawsuit moved into settlement negotiations. We could probably have squeezed a few more bucks out of the culprits, but the clients we were representing were old, so with their limited time in mind, it was considered the more appropriate course of action to make sure they got at least some of what they were owed, so they could enjoy the extra cash.

After moving back to Indiana, into a nice house in the small suburbs of Courtington, with the entire college town between Jeff and us. Jeff seemed to have cooled down by then and wasn't as much of a dick as I had feared he'd be. We kept an okay enough relationship, as it seemed like Peggy and Cody took the new situation better than expected. At least for now. How they act up in their teens, who knows. For now, Andrew was a splendid stepdad and seemed to embrace the role with all his atoms, throwing himself at any activity they wanted, and if I'm honest, I think he was spoiling them a bit.

And eventually, before long, Andrew grew a habit of kissing my belly when we were in bed. I'm not sure if it was instinctual, but it didn't take long for me to catch on to what he might be hoping for. And to my own surprise, I was quite eager to go along with it. I guess that's what love does to people.

A baby. A family. Another wonderful addition to the world.

"I just want to eat you up," Andrew would say as he kissed my belly, breathing in my scent with long breaths.

"I think there will be plenty of time for that later," I'd joke, giggling as he nibbled on my belly button. "Right now, I need you to make love to me."

Andrew would always oblige, and our lovemaking was always passionate and full of desire. The two of us were quite eager and hungry for each other, and the intimacy only deepened with time. And eventually, the sweet rewards of that intimacy would produce a lovely child. Andrew would later give me 2 more children, as well.

Andrew didn't propose until three months into the pregnancy and two years after I left Jeff. Andrew bought quite an impressive ring, which sparkled brightly like my future with him. It's funny to think how much things have changed. Waddling down the aisle at eight months pregnant, I couldn't have been happier.

Everything I wanted, I had found. Love, family, happiness, friendship. They say that true love conquers all. Well, I can attest that the saying is true. Even through divorce, pain, and sorrow, finding the one for me was worth every moment I went without him. Andrew had stolen my heart. And I'd give it away to him over and over again.

The End

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So that was the end. Let me know what you thought of it and the series in general.