Kissing one man but desiring another

I was working in a different area yesterday than I was on Tuesday. I enjoy NOT working in the same area all the time but the not so good thing about where I was working yesterday, I barely saw A. I hadn’t seen him since he kissed me on Tuesday and D wasn’t in (for which I was kinda grateful for).

Anyways, the conveyor belt on the line that I was working on was a little shakey on its stands so I told the operator. A few minutes later as he’s coming back with tools, the conveyor belt falls off its stands and crashes to the floor (and breaks), throwing a thousand pounds of candy on the floor. I hop over the spilling candy, hit the E stop and then run back over to the operator. As I’m waiting for instructions, I end up getting knee deep in candy.  Of all the times to walk in, A had chosen this moment to walk in. I’m a little embarrassed but he knows that it wasn’t my fault.

The operator, A and I move the pieces of machinery out of the way and start to sweep up the candy. As we sweep up the candy, we have to look for various pieces of machinery. Looking for bits and pieces made the clean up tedious and took about 2 hours. We finally get the area cleaned up and since the line is broken and no work for me, A takes me to another line to work.

As we head to another line, he pulls me to a small corner where practically no one goes to. I know the look in his eyes. He leans down and kisses me, gently guiding me to the wall and pushes me up against the wall. I push away a little to say not to kiss me while working but instead he deepens the kiss. I kiss him back with the same passion he’s kissing me with.

I can feel his sexual arousal. I slide two fingers in between the space of two snaps of his shirt and unsnap that area of his shirt as well as unsnapping the snap below it and slide my hand against his abdomen. With one of his hands, he gently grabs one of my breasts and squeezes my breast a little; I let out a moan. He pulls away and grabs me by my hand and leads me to a supply closet.

After we’re both in the closet, he locks the door from the inside, he rips his uniform off, rips mine off and throws me on the utility table. He drops to his knees, spreads my legs and dove face first into my apex. In a matter of seconds, I’m moaning and screaming in pleasure.

When the release is over, he reaches to his pants to grab his wallet, pulls out a condom and rolls it on. He moves me a little bit on the table and slides his appendage in me. We moan in unison. A starts to thrust into me.

“Deppgrl, you’re amazing.” A pants. “I never thought this would happen with us."

“A…don’t stop!” I moan. “I always wanted us to have sex!”

 “With you? It’s making love!” A thrusts deeper and a little harder. “You deserve better than this table. Come home with me after work. I live a minute down the road.”

“Ok” I said.

Seconds later we climax together. We get our clothes back on. As I leave A stops me. He told me that it was time for me to leave since it was the end of my shift. He scribbled down his address and told me to go ahead in (after telling me where the spare key is), shower and relax.

I nodded my head and booked it to the locker room and change in less than a minute and run out of work after making a stop to get my lunch bag. A few co workers were wondering why I was in such a rush and I said that I have a ton of stuff to do today.

I headed to A’s house and found it with no problems and entered. I left my purse in the hallway and headed upstairs to find the bathroom so I could shower. I open the first door I get to and it’s the spare room. The next door I open is the master bedroom. As I turn to leave, I see a picture of A in a wedding picture. I walked back into the room to take a closer look at the picture because I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. I left the room, closed its door and headed back downstairs to grab my purse and leave. As I open the door, A’s there just about to unlock the door.

“Honey? Where are you going?” A asked me.

“I don’t mess with married men. You of all people should know this, A!” I said.

“What are you talking about? I’m NOT married” he stated.

“Bull shit, A. I saw the wedding picture in the master bedroom. I’m sorry I went into your room but I was looking for the bathroom. I wouldn’t have known that you’re married if I hadn’t seen your lips locked with your wife’s lips!!” I said.

“My love, I WAS married a few years ago. You didn’t hear me that I’m no longer married. My wife passed away a few years ago. A few years ago today….” he was saying.

“Whhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt?????????????” I shriek. “You fucked me earlier because you’re wife died a few years ago today!!!! How could you use me like that!?!” I said, crying.

“I was going to explain after you showered but obviously you had to find out the wrong way. I wanted to tell you myself because I love you and want to be with you the rest of my life. I even bought…….” A said.

“I don’t go replacing a man’s first wife because she died. I refuse to replace the first wife that a man still clearly loves. I’d be playing second fiddle to your wife for the rest our lives. I won’t do that. Use the ring for someone else to replace your wife.” I said.

I leave the house and hop back into my car and drive off. My phone starts to ring, I answer not even looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” I said.

“Deppgrl. It’s D. How are you?”

“I could be better. Not having a good day. I can’t talk right now. I need to go”.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong!”

“Why the hell do you care? You hate me. We already had this conversation the other day.”

“I don’t hate you but that’s not the point. I just got off the phone with A. He just told me what happened at the house. He feels terrible!”

“If he loved me like he said he did, he would’ve told me in the first place. Anyways, I desire someone else despite the chemistry between A and I. But whatever. I need to go”.

“I saw him kiss you the other day,” D said. “That really made me mad and jealous!”

“To be honest? I don’t really care what makes you mad or jealous! I’m hanging up. I’ll see you next week!”

I hung up and started receiving a shit load of texts; all of them from D. I just couldn’t, in my vulnerability, let him know that it was him I desired and thought of while A and I were having sex.

Personally, I’m grateful that I don’t have to see A for a few weeks as his schedule changes. But I still have to see D; I don’t want him to pity me at all.