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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This story is probably rated R or MA not XXX. It is the true story of events in my life. The year 2022 marks 30 year since the events took place. I am writing in a melancholy state of mind. Chapter one is more of an introduction, sharing my thoughts and emotions. I look back on the events of 30 years ago and I am plagued with a lot of “What If’s”

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QUALITY INSPECTOR

The first time I noticed Katie, she was wearing a green and white, horizontally striped, polo shirt. It was form fitting, complimenting her hour glass figure and C cup breasts. Her tight jeans immediately caused your eyes to focus on her tight looking buttocks. Her smile, Oh her smile. She resembled Suzanne Pleshette but only with brown hair.

AT HOME

I was 29 years old at the time. I was in my eighth year of marriage. A marriage that should never have happened. But, two children in to it, I stuck with it, hoping things would get better. After our second child was born, my wife had her tubes tied. She had little interest in sexual relations before they were tied, but it worsened afterwards. I don’t know if the surgery changed her hormones or what. Most times her response to my foreplay was, “Well, I better do my duty or you will be looking for “IT” someplace else.” (Not only was that an erection killer, but also a self-esteem killer.)

When I would want to make love, she would roll on her side with her back towards me. She would reach behind herself, take my cock in her hand and position it for entry into her non-interested pussy. She was usually so dry, that I had to put saliva on my cock in order to enter her. When I would reach around her and fondle her breasts, she would move my hand off of them. If I were to try to stimulate her clit with my finger, again, she would move my hand away.

She lay there motionless and without any sounds of pleasure. Just lay there and let me finish. (I probably would have better sex fucking a knot hole in a log) This went on for so long, that I gave up even trying to give her pleasure. I would enter her, get my rocks off in a few strokes the roll over and go to sleep.

AT WORK

I worked daylight shift in a manufacturing plant. The product that the company made had tight quality control standards, so there were roving Quality Assurance Inspectors to make sure these standards were being met.

The product line that I worked on was getting behind on the contract due date, so Management decided to run the line on afternoon shift also. I was voluntold that I had to go second shift for a month to train the new people. That was when I first met Katie. She was the afternoon shift Quality Assurance Inspector.

After my month of training was through, I went back to daylight shift. I rarely saw Katie again afterwards.

The use of two shifts worked well to meet the production due date. It worked all too well. When the due date was met, there was a lay off. So much for the rewards of hard work. I was on unemployment for about six months before they called me back. The only positions available were on second shift on another product line. I didn’t turn it down and went back to work on afternoon shift.

As I mentioned, I rarely saw Katie after I returned to first shift after the training. When I returned to work after the layoff, Katie was just returning to work from maternity leave. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. The pregnancy didn’t destroy her perfect hour glass figure. She still looked fantastic. The pregnancy did however enhance her C cup breasts.

She would rove around about once an hour and inspect so many pieces of people’s work to make sure they were within the specifications. I had a ‘shit job’ cutting rolled fiberglass. I worked in a climate controlled, well ventilated cutting room. Katie would suit up in a paper jump suit to come into the room to take a few samples of my work. She would put them into a plastic bag to take them to a lab and analyze them. Once she stepped outside the cutting room, she would take the paper jump suit off.

She mentioned how she hated putting the jump suit on and off once an hour. I offered to pull samples for her and hand them to her outside the room so she didn’t have to suit up.

“Can I trust you to give me random samples and not ones that you know are perfect?”, she asked me with a smile.

“Trust me,” I said, flirtatiously.

She came back with, “I heard that before, and I ended up marrying the Asshole.”

She did take me up on the offer though and let me hand off samples to her.

After that, we began to talk more and more to each other. Finding out that she was as Haramidere escort bayan miserable in her marriage as I was with mine.

Soon, with the hand off of the samples, there was starting to be slight, deliberate, brushing of hands with each other. Lingering touches. Lingering eye contact. Standing closer to each other.

The room had windows. She would walk by the window and tap on it and smile at me when she was in the area. I started to look forward to and was enjoying this attention she was giving me.

An advantage of working production was, we were required to produce a certain amount of product a shift. If you did make the rate, you got a lecture. It was ok to go over rate though, but there was no incentive to do so. The layoff changed my attitude towards busting ass and company dedication. I say this because since I was working in fiberglass, I would not take breaks or lunch until I produced what was required for an eight-hour shift. I usually made the rate in six and half hours. Afterwards I would get out of the paper jump suit and go shower. Some people had an issue about it and mentioned it to the Supervisor. When he asked me about it, I told him about working nonstop until I got my rate. But if anybody had a problem with it, they can have the fiberglass cutting job.

My Supervisor didn’t have a problem with what I was doing as long as I did quality work and could show for eight hours of production rate. He also told me to stay out of sight so that the busy bodies wouldn’t make it their business. I usually “hid” in the locker room after I showered until it was time to punch out.

Katie invited me to “hide” in the lab and keep her company while she did her end of the shift paper work. (This was before desk top computers and the internet took over the way things were done, also there were no security cameras) The lab was secluded from the rest of the production area. She was the only one that had access to the lab on afternoon shift. It was just her and I in there. I didn’t want to disturb her while she was doing paper work, so I would sit at a desk and read Dean Koontz books. It turned out that Katie enjoyed reading Dean Koontz also.

Christmas was coming, Katie had scheduled the week off between Christmas and New Year’s. I had bought her a tiny snow globe with a plastic rose inside of it and wrapped it up for her for Christmas. When I gave it to her, I thought she would open it in front of me, but instead, she said she wanted to save it for Christmas morning. She said she would tell her husband the “the gang” from work gave it to her. She then placed her hand over my heart and kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thank you. You are so sweet. Merry Christmas.”

When she came back to work the first of the new year, I asked her how her Christmas was. She said the kids enjoyed it. Her husband spent most of the week being drunk and belligerent. She then looked around to make sure nobody was in the area and put her hand on my cheek and quickly kissed me on the lips. “Thank you for the rose globe. It makes me smile when I see it.”

Later at the end of the shift when we were in the lab, she said she had something for me. She handed me a picture. It was of her on Christmas morning. She was wearing a light blue, long t-shirt. She was kneeling on her knees, sitting on her haunches. Her shirt barely covered her butt cheeks. It was a picture of her opening her snow globe. But what caught my eye the most was that she was braless and her nipples were straining to poke holes in the shirt. She ran her finger across the pokies in the picture and whispered, “See what you caused?” She then took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts and held it there.

The sensation of feeling her breast caused more that physical pleasure. I was accustomed to being rejected from my wife when I touched her. Katie taking my hand and placing it on her breast, she wanted me to touch her. She wanted me, ME, to touch her. My esteem had risen to a new level. I could not believe this beautiful, perfect in my eyes, woman wanted ME to touch her. She said that I caused the arousal in her nipples when she was opening the Christmas gift from me. ME! I caused that. ME! Now she wanted to feel ME touching her breast.

I lifted her shirt and bra cup from one breast. Her nipple, perfectly centered on her breast, was long, brown, and hard. About the diameter of a dime. Her areola about the diameter of a fifty-cent piece. I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Her breast had some stretch marks on it from the pregnancies, but it was beautiful and sensual to me. She caressed the back of my head as I suckled her. Nervous that we may get caught, even though the door to the Escort İkitelli lab was locked, I stopped after about a minute and put her breast back into the bra cup and straightened her shirt out. She gained her composure and hotly whispered, “I may never wash that breast again!”

She then told me to follow her and she led me into the ladies’ room that was only accessible to people inside the lab. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. Our kisses were full of passion and desire. Our tongues entwining trying to reach each other’s throats with them. I cupped her tight buttocks in my hands and pulled her against my erection. Our groins pressing together as we hungerly kissed.

She broke our kiss and stepped back. “Whew. I am going to have to get a cold shower when I get home!” she panted. After we gained our composure, I snuck out of the lab and slipped into the men’s locker room for production workers. She later left the lab and went to her cubicle on the production floor.

KATIE

The first time I noticed Katie, she was wearing a green and white, horizontally striped, polo shirt. It was form fitting, complimenting her hour glass figure and C cup breasts. Her tight jeans immediately caused your eyes to focus on her tight looking buttocks. Her smile, Oh her smile. She resembled Suzanne Pleshette but only with brown hair.

Katie was a year older than me, married and had three children. An eight year old, a three year old and a nine month old. Her husband, Paul, never wanted children. Said that when she got pregnant when they first got married, he made her get an abortion. She said that she will never forgive him for that.

Since she worked afternoon shift, she would take the children to her mother’s house for her to babysit. She said her husband was “in sales” and also worked in the evenings. She would drop the children off at her mother’s on her way to work and pick them up on her way home. She hated disturbing the kids at 11:00 at night to take them home, but that was just how it was.

Before they had children, Katie and Paul were partiers. They enjoyed going to and hosting parties where booze and smoke was the main reason to get together. After they started having children, Katie did not want to party any more, but Paul still did. This caused a lot of arguments and indifferences in their marriage. He spent most weekends at the bar. Pissed off at her because she wouldn’t/couldn’t go with him.

WEAK KNEES

Our nightly rendezvous in the lab at work continued. Depending on how much paper work she had determined how much time we had for kissing. For the longest time, that was all we did. Enjoyed each other’s company and kissed passionately. While remaining fully clothed, I would press my hardness against her and she would respond by rubbing her groin against it.

Often, she would be doing paper work and I would be reading a book. I would pause from reading and walk up behind her and lay my hand on her shoulder, just to show affection. One time I did this and she responded by leaning her the side of her face on to it. This simple gesture of an affectionate response to my touch was new to me. She showed me affection. ME! She enjoyed my touch. MY touch. Every moment that I was with her, my heart was growing fonder and fonder for her.

The weeks turned in to months and soon it was Easter weekend. Our Company gave us Good Friday and the Monday after Easter off. The Thursday before our day off, Katie and I were in the lab towards the end of our shift, as usual. She finished her paper work early, which gave us more time for kissing.

“I am going to miss not seeing you for four days,” she whispered. As we were kissing this time, when I pushed my hardness against her, she slid her hand between us and rubbed the outline of my erection.

“You give me weak knees,” she submissively said. She began to unbuckle my belt and undo my pants and asked, “Do you want me to?” I nodded my head yes. She then knelt down on her knees in front of me.

She opened the front of my jeans and reached inside my shorts and pulled my erection out. She studied for a few seconds. I didn’t know why she was studying it. My insecurities had me wonder if she was thinking, “Is this all the bigger it gets?” Tracing the curve with her finger, looking closely at the head. She placed her mouth over it and began to draw the length of it in to her mouth. She held the base with two fingers and her thumb. She slid her other hand under my shirt and held the pubic hair above my shaft out of the way.

Her mouth, wet with saliva was hot. She moved her head and mouth in a steady rhythm, sucking my half of my length Çapa escort into her mouth. It was a quick, hot blow job, nervous of getting caught. When she sensed me tensing up, ready to release my seed, she began stroking the bottom half of my length with her two fingers and thumb in unison with her mouth strokes.

When I erupted, she stopped bobbing her head and continued to suck while stroking all of my nectar out. Swallowing every last drop, not a bit oozed out around her lips. When she couldn’t get any more out, she stood and kissed me deeply. I received her cum tasting kiss willingly and held her close.

“There’s no going back now, right?” she asked.

Not really knowing what she meant, I replied, “Right”.

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

She then hugged me for the longest time.

She reached down and put my satisfied member back in to my pants and redid my zipper and belt.

We then parted from the lab using our usual routine.

EASTER SUNDAY

There is a church not too far from where I live. My two daughters, ages eight and six, had noticed on the church’s sign that they were having an Easter Egg Hunt on Easter morning. They asked me if I would take them, of which I did. After the egg hunt, they wanted to stay for the church service.

We went in and sat down behind an older woman and a little girl that was probably her Granddaughter. The little girl looked to be about six years old. She was wearing a lacy white dress, white gloves, white leotards and white shoes. She looked like a little angel.

I don’t recall anything the preacher was talking about. My mind was racing with thoughts of Katie. Call me a hypocrite, I know. I will be the first to admit it.

At the end of the preaching, we stood to sing one last song. The little girl in the bench in front of me was still sitting, leafing through her grandmother’s bible looking at pictures. Her grandmother tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to stand. She lay the open bible down on the bench and then stood up. It was a large print bible that was easy for me to see the writing. The pages that it was opened to, well, if the Proverb were a fist, it would have punched me right between the eyes.

Proverbs 6:20-35

Warning Against Adultery

20 My son, keep your father’s command

and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.

21 Bind them always on your heart;

fasten them around your neck.

22 When you walk, they will guide you;

when you sleep, they will watch over you;

when you awake, they will speak to you.

23 For this command is a lamp,

this teaching is a light,

and correction and instruction

are the way to life,

24 keeping you from your neighbor’s wife,

from the smooth talk of a wayward woman.

25 Do not lust in your heart after her beauty

or let her captivate you with her eyes.

26 For a prostitute can be had for a loaf of bread,

but another man’s wife preys on your very life.

27 Can a man scoop fire into his lap

without his clothes being burned?

28 Can a man walk on hot coals

without his feet being scorched?

29 So is he who sleeps with another man’s wife;

no one who touches her will go unpunished.

30 People do not despise a thief if he steals

to satisfy his hunger when he is starving.

31 Yet if he is caught, he must pay sevenfold,

though it costs him all the wealth of his house.

32 But a man who commits adultery has no sense;

whoever does so destroys himself.

33 Blows and disgrace are his lot,

and his shame will never be wiped away.

34 For jealousy arouses a husband’s fury,

and he will show no mercy when he takes revenge.

35 He will not accept any compensation;

he will refuse a bribe, however great it is.

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