Office flings

A lady friend asked me the other night if she should consider having a fling with a “cute and hunky” young intern at her workplace—this, while we were dressing up after our own little session in her bedroom. 

“I’m hurt”, I mused. “We just had sex, and you’re already thinking of another man’s penis.” 

“Oh really. You, jealous?” she teased in return, her hand stroking my cock that was getting hard to her touch once more. And she tried to appease my mock anger by finishing up with a lovely blowjob and taking the load in her mouth. 

Satisfied once more, I went back to her question of fucking the new guy at work. 

Simple answer is “Yes, go ahead and fuck him”—but I did warn her that she had to be very clear from the onset that it would be just a fling even before she starts dropping her panties for him; too many office affairs turned ugly simply because one of the parties start getting obsessive, and these days, it’s surprisingly the guys who seem to have problems letting go. 

In other words, she had to be prepared to be break-up ready, so to speak, and there was a possibility once the thrill of the sex had fizzled off, she might even have to sit the boy down and tell him literally that it’s all over, and thanks for the great time. 

The reason why I think she had to make things that clear from the start is because people seem so fucking dumb these days, and we have to explain everything to these millennial types. In the past, a simple “it’s not you, it’s me” would suffice; today, it’s all about trying to be 10 separate degrees of sensitive just in case you hurt the person really bad. Yes, that includes the guys even, bloody marshmallows, those. 

I was curious as to why she would be interested in a guy who was a good 7-8 years younger than she was anyway—like, would he even be any good? 

She then went on about how “delicious-looking” he was, with his hunky young bod and babyface looks blah blah blah. Then seeing my somewhat amused look (one eyebrow raised, teeth clenching tongue), she laughed and went “oh baby, don’t get me wrong—you’re cute too—it’s just that, well, it’s like you when you see a sweet young thing and find her irresistible.” 

Silly her. Of course I understand: I didn’t mean if he was any good physically; no, instead, I thought women went beyond just physical attraction and needed to connect at numerous other levels (isn’t that what you women always say?) but apparently it wasn’t so: she didn’t care if the guy, fresh out of school, probably couldn’t hold a decent conversation with her intelligently (by her reckoning, not mine); or the fact that she was technically a superior at work— in this instance, it was just about her wanting to have the guy literally ram his hard cock inside her for as long as he could last, and it was really just about the sex. 

Okay, I admit: I’m old-school alpha male, so it would bring out a tinge of jealousy in me to know if one of the women I was fucking was about to be—or already is—fucking another guy, regardless of the fact that they were supposed to be no-strings attached arrangements. You’d think I would only get jealous if another guy tried to hit on J, but admittedly, I do feel the need to compete when it came to the other women as well. 

All that aside, I wasn’t discouraging her—if anything, I was teaching her how to go about with having an office fling; as if she needed teaching anyway. 

I suppose she did enjoy our little mental sparring sessions that seemed to amuse and turn her on: when we’re like that, she keeps coming back for seconds, and how many times that night have we ended up trying to put our clothes back on, only to try to rip them off each other with much gusto and passion—she getting more and more like a slut who kept wanting me to fuck her dirty each round, me feeling the need to assert my ‘dominance’ and reprove my manhood and virility now that she brought another guy into the picture by the mere mention of it, and my response was to rock her harder as if I wanted to ravish her with every little passing minute. 

It did feel like my cock was being beaten to a pulp with all the hard pumping, and at the end of it all, when we both finally let the exhaustion take over and say “no more”, she was blaming me for the fact that she could hardly close her legs...literally. 

It was savage and raw, yes, and I guess it’s the kind of reaction to expect when you bring out the competitiveness in your partner during sex. Either that, or me and her are just two kinky weirdoes who truly deserve each other. 

But I’m not talking emotions here: like how I’d advised her to lay the cards out right from the beginning and let hunky Kent-doll know she wants him just for the sex, so too had I spelt it out from the first time we had sex almost a year ago that we were just two friends who “happened to fuck each other” every now and then, and that she wouldn’t be—and wasn’t—the only one I do that to. 

In any case, the conclusion was that she may just try to seduce the guy for one time, maybe two, but it wouldn’t be a long-term affair for sure: he wasn’t her type for anything beyond a quick roll, and the whole thing by her reckoning shouldn’t last anything longer than 2 weeks, MEANING TO SAY that after that, when she’s had all her fun, I could expect to have her talk about how she wants to fuck another guy all over again, if only to get me all hyped up to give her “a good one”. 

Or maybe the next time would be me talking to her about me fucking Bru or Izzy and see how she’d respond in turn...or perhaps it could be about me with some random stranger I got to know too, we’ll never know.