Ran into a Coworker at a concert at a small venue. He knew the artist we both went to see. I discovered a hidden talent of his and I ended up sleeping with him.
I went to a small club where concerts are held to see an artist from the 2000s. While there, I saw a coworker who was not in the office that day. He had VIP badges and different room access. When I approached him, he said he was just there for the show. Not even 3 minutes later, that artist come out and starts talking to my coworker. They knew each other as they grew up in the same area. I was given exclusive access, too.
When the main singer comes out he does a few songs and I found myself leaning back against my coworker. It felt right, like I belonged with him there. I softly swayed as the singer sang my favorite songs. After 5 or 6 songs , the artist mentions my coworker and he jumps up in stage. They talk about how they had a group in the late 90s and he found the best to one of their original songs that was never released because the main artist left to join another group and then his success took off. My coworker actually sang two songs: the one with the artist and another one he did as a solo but the main performer made the beat and chorus. I was mesmerized. They shook hands, my coworker jumped off the stage, I ran and hugged him, then kissed him.
After the concert I get to go backstage again and we all to talk with the performer again and we go on the bus and are driven to a hotel. I learned the whole backstory about my coworker. I fell in love with his story. After hanging out with the artist, I leave with my coworker in a car paid for by the artist. We end up at his place. We start kissing and I undressed. I told him I wanted him after seeing him on stage and to not tell a soul at work. We made love in his bed, on his couch, in his shower, and the kitchen. It was everything I wanted. I felt everything. I felt things I never felt before. I had new sensations, tinglings, impulses. I don’t know, I just felt great. We even used toys where he pumped my pussy up and it swelled up with my lips looking extremely huge.
Once the ecstasy faded, I knew I cheated. But, things have been strained with my husband. We barely talk, and it’s almost like going to a second job, working at home, with periodic check-ins. We sleep in the same bed, but there is a gap between us. We haven’t had a ‘date’ in at least 2 years. We don’t argue, we don’t disagree, but it’s like being a cashier at a dollar store with cheap instrumental music playing overhead. I left my coworkers house after calling in sick and went home with a big smile on my face, but knowing I messed up. But I needed that! I felt desired. I felt vulnerable, I felt surprise that my coworker was a singer and was in commercials and TV shows 20 years ago and no one knew. He was childhood friends with one of my favorite artists.
Now I wonder if I told my husband, would he care? Do I keep it a secret? Do I leave my husband and go for my coworker, who is single? Or did I give him sex because he hooked me up with backstage passes and intimate VIP access that could only be dreamed? Should we be just fuck buddies? Is that still a thing? Fortunately at work, nothing has changed and we just have casual chats about mundane work things or activities. But damn, I want to be back on my feet, want over, with him holding my arms behind my back as I struggle to keep myself balanced.
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