Jailhouse Rock

I had been married for seven years. One of my co-workers had the same sense of humor as me. We always laughed at each other's jokes. We worked with each other for a year on the graveyard shift. I forgot to mention that we worked in a county jail. We both came up in the ranks together over the following year. We even scheduled ourselves to work together on weekends when we knew our spouses were busy. We finally ended up with an office that we shared alone. A lot of our jokes were kind of dirty, but neither of us seemed to care, so they became dirtier over the years. Once she was alluding to sex without her husband, and I made some kind of remark of being glad to stand in for him. Needless to say, she lit up and said she liked that idea. I was shocked, but asked if she was serious. She asked me if I had thought about the idea. I had to tell the truth and tell her yes. Then we started trying to figure out a way for us to be alone to have sex. That is when we worked weekends to be alone and used any excuse just to be near each other. We used to lock ourselves in a storage room in the basement to kiss and fondle each other. The first time we were alone, one of my kids was sick and in the house. So, we talked in the kitchen. I knew my excitement could be seen, but I didn't care. I wanted to show how I felt. It took a while before we were alone again like that, and it was at my house again. This time we were able to kiss and fondle without fear of being caught. I still remember how sexy she was as we made out. We couldn't do more then because we didn't want to take a chance of my wife coming home early. I guess a two-hour cushion might have been too much, but nibbling on her was a great treat. When we finally did get to have a rendezvous, the sex was amazing. She moved better then any woman I have had or had since. She simply blew my mind. She quit the jail, and I moved out of state afterward. I would like to keep in touch with her, but I don't know if she would want to. If so, this is me saying hi to her. By the way, that was fifteen years ago.

— Abraham, 32

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