MY OFFICE ROMANCE

 

In my place of work, everyone in my department gets along pretty well. In fact, we are more of family than colleagues. 

My sexuality at work is more of an open secret and even though am not effeminite, i am very much at liberty. I will purposely roll my eyes, gesticulate and even flirt with some of my male colleagues. No one seemed irritated or offended about . Rather, they played alongside or laughed it off.

Cooking is my hobby and because of that, i usually come to work with very large quantity of food to share with my colleagues or sometimes, they will contribute money ( after selecting a meal of their choice) for me to prepare as lunch.

Among all my colleagues, Mr. Bams ( Bamidele in full),was the one who loves my cooking and  consumes the most food. Everyone jokingly calls him my husband because of this. Also, Mr Bams marital issues wasnt a secret. Everyone knew he had an over bearing wife. Couple of times, he has showed up at work with bruises ( thanks to her) and on two occassions, she has almost cost him his job because she came to the office to cause a scene. 

No doubt, Mr Bams was a ladiesman as well as a womaniser. On several occassions, i have seen him flirt with random women (outside the office) and has even gone as far as giving me a girls number to speak to her on his behalf. The only good thing about him was that when it came to the women at work, he drew the line. He NEVER flirted with them AT ALL. Rather, the most he did was talk to us about the women he liked or was trying to woo. 

Mr Bams is not particularly a "handsome man" ( in my opinion). But there is something very intruging about him....a sort of  allure that makes one find him very sexually attractive. I use to fancy and crush on him in time past but because he was married and hetero, everything died as quickly as it started.

There is something my colleagues and i invented which is called 'feast of passover'. This was when we will all gather at the close of work on a friday and eat. Just us. Our manager was also part of it so we where all good. 

So, on this Friday, when my colleagues were eating the pounded yam and egusi soup (which they had contributed for and i had cooked) , i brought out an extra container of food i had reserved for Mr Bams ( because i knew he would want some extra to take home as usual) and handed it over to him. He was so happy that he jokingly said -" infact i will marry you as second wife".

One of my colleagues now chipped in and told Mr Bams that i was 10 times better than his wife and all the women he chased combined . Another  person now added that  Mr Bams was slow on taking advantage of "the love" to enjoy getting pampered by me with good food. I was seriously blushing at the hype and urged my colleagues to calm down. But they wouldn't. 

One of them now asked him if his wife or any of his girl friends cooked as good as  me and to my surprised, he answered - "NO". 

"you see!!!!!" everyone chorused.

He even had the guts to say if they cooked like me, he would not have bothered about having take aways from me.

"Mr Bams you dey dull o...divorce that your wife and marry better person" a male colleague added jokingly 

Mr Bams tried turning the tables on the male colleague by asking him why he didnt marry me instead. But before his words left his mouth, everyone told him not to divert the topic. The male colleague replied and said he i didnt give him special attention like i did to him ( Mr Bams).

As Mr Bams now jokingly said he doesnt want to go to prison for 14 years, everyone entered attack mood and said he shouldn't use that as an excuse to suffer in silence.

"why are you people attacking me nah...haba....do you know if he has someone already? has he accepted my marriage proposal?" he said defensively as he jocuned 

"have you proposed????!!!" almost everyone asked in unism.

This was a real drama.

One of my colleagues now removed her wedding ring and said she was going to borrow him for the proposing. Surprisingly, he took it from her and went on one knee. We all roared with laughter. I played along and pretended to be shocked and crying. The ring didnt fit my finger though, but i pretended like it did.

"make una kiss jor" someone said..but we ( myself and Mr Bams ) screamed "NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

That was how it all ended. We gave the ring back and laughed over the little drama.

Since then, everyone began calling me "the orginal Mrs Bams". He even started refering to me as his wife and when other male colleagues tried flirting with me, he will warn them to stay away from me ( jokingly of course). I didnt read any meaning into it because it was all jokes.

One day, i had extra work to do at the office and was definately going to close late. As my colleagues where saying their good byes as they left, I jokingly asked Mr Bams to buy me some snacks and wait until i had finished so that he could take me home. He grumbled a bit and asked what time i would be done. I told him in about two hours. He said something which i didnt bother to hear and left.

 About 2 hours later, he called to ask if i had finished working. I was in total shock because i had completely forgotten i had asked him to wait. He told me he was downstairs waiting for me with my snacks as he added "ma" at the ending of his sentence. I doubted and called him bluff but he insisted he was downstairs.  So, I took my stuff and went down. Lo and behold, he was there waiting. 

Once I got into the car, he handed me the pack of snacks he had bought. I was just starring at the items with my jaw opened. He asked me if i wouldn't mind sharing with him because he was hungry. There was more than enough for just one person so i was good;.....(Or else, i would not even answer him. LOL).

As he drove, i volunteered to feed him because i didn't consider it safe for him eating and driving simutaneously. As i fed him, he said no one has ever done such for him. I suggested that perhaps, there have not been an oppurtunity for him to be fed while driving. He turned to look at me in a way that seemed to say - "you must be silly to assume such".

After he'd dropped me,  I messaged him couple of hours later to ask if he had arrived his place. He replied "yes ma".

"who is your ma?" i asked.

"oh sorry...i meant to say yes, my darling wife" he replied.

I called him a useless goat and he replied by asking  if that is the way i talk to my husband. He also asked if i wanted to double his calamity . 

Feeling akward because he hinted something sensitive as his marital crisis, i simply dismissed him and said good night.

As time went on, my crush on Mr Bams began to re-surface. I began noticing the way he leans on the table when chatting with colleagues, the way he squints his face when working on his computer, the way he stretches when tired,.....everything about him was just catching my eye. 

Though he was very warm and caring towards me, his flirting habit with his women didnt stop ( because he still kept telling us about them ) and this really got me jealous and irritated. 

But then, i noticed something very odd. Anytime time he began his "woman" talk, he will watch me from the corner of his eye.  Then, would come to me and start trying to flirt and joke with me (of which i will shrug him off). 

It was obvious he was doing his gist on purpose to annoy or irritate me and I refused to be sucked into his web of gimmicks. 

This kept occuring and it got to the point that i just stopped caring about everything. Rather than having hope for something that might never happen, i started avoiding him. Occadionally, he would ask me if he offended me and i would laugh and pretend as if i had no idea what he's talking about. 

One day, our colleague had her traditional marriage and we all had to attend. We decided to move in convoy and those with cars volunteered to drive us non car users on the grounds that we fueled their ride.

 Bams was among those driving and i joined his car. It was a fun trip because we chatted and laughed all the way. We even had a group video call with the others. When we got to the venue, we discovered our colleague's family house was massive and there was enough rooms. But because the ladies weren't keen on sharing rooms, the guys decided to share one room to provide more rooms for the girls.

The room we took was ensuite so we took turns to undress and shower. When it got to Bams turn, my eyes almost fell off my head. Bams had a great toned body for man his age. And the hairs on his stomach and pubic was rich and dark as if he dyed them. His dick even at a flaccid state was very black, long and fat. The other guys began to mock his dick saying they now understood why his wife was very paranoid. 

He replied saying they had stopped having sex  for a long time but however, he wasn't missing it because there were women willing to service him. This led to an argument on marital situations and in the course of discussion, a colleague said that after he had his first child, his wife became frigid and they didn't have sex for over 8 months.. 

All the while the discussion was going on, I couldn't simply shake off the image of his penis off my head. I took my toothbrush and entered the bathroom while Bams was showering.  I really needed to see that big penis again. 

As I brushed (while stealing glances of his beautiful cock) on the sink , they started talking about sleeping positions and Bams told me to secure a spot for "us". Trying not get my hopes too high, i considered it an innocent gesture.

 An extra mattress was placed on the floor so i choose a spot  for us as he instructed. A colleague of by name Shittu, decided to join us even though the bed could contain him. According to him, he liked sleeping on the floor.

Bams slept on my right and Mr Shittu, on my left. Because the aircondition was on full blast, we all shared on blanket.

As the light was turned off, Mr Shittu, who was lying beside me, started touching me while making remarks about how soft my body was. We all laughed and my colleagues told me to cover my ass before he would rape me. In the course of his touching, i touched him in response playfully and Mr Shittu was erect. His dick was really small. Funny enough, he didn't say anything. As i pressed his small prick, i began to wonder how come i never noticed anything  suspicious about him. He was a married man with 3 children. In less than 5 minutes, he came in his boxers and got up to change. The room was pitch dark so no one was aware of what we did.

Immediately Mr Shittu came back to lie down, he dozzed off snoring. I was left high and horny. Bams was lying still so decided to let him be. In the middle of the night, i woke up to a noise. Bams was watching something on his phone and even though he was using an ear piece, i could still hear faint noises coming from from it. 

As i concerntrated on the noise, i realised what i was hearing were moans. He was watching porn. 

I simply drew closer to him and asked him if he hadn't yet slept.

He told me the snoring of my colleagues were bothering him. I asked him what he was watching and he showed me his screen. It was porn alright...like i thought.

I requested to watch alongside and he gave me one of his ear piece. On the screen was a woman getting fucked hard by a man in the bush. 

After a moment, Bams said in a whisper -"i need a blow job so fucking bad so i can just cum and sleep....i've been driving all day...i need something relax and calm me down".

At first, i was confused because i was wondering if he was telling me to give him a blow job or he was just making a random statement. But something deep inside told me he was giving me the greeen light and i better not delay. So, i drew closer to him and turned to my side in such a way that the warmth of our bodies touched- he didn't say anything. I put my leg over one of his very hairy legs-he was still quiet. I now put  my hand on his hairy stomach and then began to carress it- he didn't say a word. As my hands went down to his very hard fat cock, he rested one of his hands on my thighs and started rubbing it. His face was still glued to the screen . I dug my hand into his boxers and felt the rod of honour. BLOODY!!!!! Bams cock was a treasure.

As i raised his shirt and started sucking his nipple, he switched off his phone and put it away. He put his hand on my head and gently pushed it down to his dick. 

I first pressed my nose on his bush and took several deep breaths. It smelt freshly washed. As i took his cock in his mouth, i could taste the silvery saltness of his precum. His dick was so smooth in my mouth that i could suck him forever. After a moment, i stopped and asked him to give me a moment. Quickly, i got to the bathroom, moistened my ass hole with soapy water and fingered it before returning to the room. It was still dark and the snoring competition was still on full swing so things was fine.

He was still hard as fuck when i got back to the bed. After sucking him briefly, i whispered - "fuck me" and turned my back to him. He followed suit immediately. I spat on his juicy fat cock and moistened it up. As a professional power bottom with a very experienced pussy, getting him inside my cunt wasn't a big deal. Also, he was precumming heavily so that helped alot with the lubrication.

In a short time, he was slidding deep into my very wet hole. I heard him gasp "fuck" as all of his man meat was deep inside me.

One thing i know for certain is that men with very big dick enjoy a pussy they can enter without plenty struggle. And since Bams had a huge fat dick, i knew he loved my open and wet pussy. He grabbed me so tight and fucked me very nice and slow while gasping -"oh my goodness" and "wow" into my ears. He grabbed my chubby man boobs so hard that i decided twist myself to my back while my hips were still side ways  and one of my leg was high in the air. 

Immediately, Bams rushed one of my fat nipples and began sucking them as if he was deprived of breast milk as a baby. My head literally began to spin because of the sensation And I whispered sweet names to him while gently rubbing and petting his head..

 I lifted his head to my face and we kissed like true lovers. It was in the moment of our passionate kisses that he started breathing heavily. As his kissing became so intense, i felt his milk flourish every single rose in my garden. 

"fuck...you sweet...i swear to God" he whispered as we kissed. After a while, he went to the bathroom to pee and when he came back, i went to wash and jack off.

Thankfully, the other guys (including Mr Shittu) were still asleep. Quietly, we laid down side by side under the blanket and to my warm surprise, he cuddled me from behind and said we should catch some sleep.

The next morning, i woke up to find everyone getting ready for the wedding. Bams was no where to be found. As i was preparing, Mr Shittu came and was trying to tell me to keep what happened the previous night between us but i pretended as if i didn't know what he was talking about. 

I finally saw Bams and he was his usual self. I would have doubted anything ever happened between us if not that, he winked at me and pointed at me with a feigned warning.

That afternoon, we all left back to base. He dropped our colleagues (who were with us) at places were they could get transportation to their various destinations but then, dropped me off at my house.

I was at home when my phone rang. It was Bams, As i answered, i could hear comotion at the background. He  first told me he was going to put the phone on speaker and before i could say anything, he asked me where had we been. I answered saying - at a wedding.  His wife asked what time we left the wedding and i told her. But before i could finish my sentence of trying to explain that Bams had dropped myself and other of our colleagues, she exploded in a rage and began accusing him of stopping over to meet other women. 

As she screamed like a mad woman, i could hear his daughter at the background crying and asking her to stop. The line went dead.

I called Bams several times but he didn't pick. The next day at work, he came late and looked really messed up. Everyone already could guess who was the problem. He told us he passed the night in his car and has decided to divorce. We all agreed it was for the best because it would affect his daughter worse if she lived in the toxic atmosphere which himself and his wife were creating.

Because i lived with my aunt (whose living condition wasn't the best) and have been looking to split the rent of an available flat with someone , my colleagues suggested myself and Bams get the place together. 

We looked at each other and we both knew the thoughts going on in our heads. Unfortunately and fortunately, we couldn't say no. We both were desperate to get our own space.

That same day, we paid for the deposit. Everything was happening so fast and thanks to the very generous contribution of our colleagues, we moved in together within a week.

It's been great so far living wih Bams. I don't know if he still womanises because for months i have not heard him talk about his escapades like he used to do. Infact, our colleagues have noticed and they all claimed it was because he had left his abusive marriage.

And yes, we are still fucking. The day we went to do cleaning before moving in,  he fucked me in standing position. We were stark naked as he scattered my big pussy with his very big cock. As we dressed up, he asked me jokingly how many times a day i can fuck and i told him as much as possible..but i will need to be prompted on time so i can prepare. He now mentioned something about how he loves me being very clean and if my ass wasn't ready, he will use my mouth.

Bams is very cool man and for the life of me, i can't seem to figure out why his wife hates him.

Written by

Timi J.