I was laid off from my job on December 16^th. It was not totally unexpected as I had known for over a year that the lay-off was coming, but I had been told the effective date would be in mid-March so I was a little stunned when they kicked me out in December. When I took the lay-off it had been my intention to just collect unemployment for a couple of months and catch up on some things that I had let slide around the house, but after two weeks I was going stir crazy. So, on the first Thursday in January I answered an ad in the local paper, was hired on the spot and put to work the same day.

The second day on the job I was sent to the front office to sign insurance forms and there was Mona. Mona and her husband George were neighbors. George was a bank vice president and Mona had been selling real estate. I was surprised to see her there because I thought she was still selling real estate. I asked her how long she had been there and she said she had been working there for a little over two months. She told me that selling houses was getting to be too cut-throat, that there were too many agents scrambling around for too few houses and nobody was making any money at real estate anymore.

By the end of the second week Mona and I were car-pooling and stopping at a bar after work for a few rounds with some of the other people who worked with us. Mona liked to dance, but nobody else was interested in dancing; all they wanted to do was sit, talk and drink, so Mona usually drug me out on the dance floor with her. On Wednesday of my third week, as I was driving us home, Mona asked me why I hadn't made a pass at her.

"I know I turn you on because I can feel your hard cock every time we dance."

I was so surprised by what she said that I almost wrecked the truck when I turned to stare at her and took my eyes off the road. I told Mona that she indeed did turn me on, but that I had some rules that I religiously followed:

a. She works were I work and sex with co-workers is a no-no.

b. She lives just down the street from me and sex with neighbors is a no-no.

c. She was a married woman and sex with a married woman, especially a married woman whose husband I know and am on good terms with, is a no-no.

She just looked at me and then said:

"Bullshit! I want your cock" and she reached over and took hold of it through my pants. While I was busy being flustered Mona was unzipping me and by the time I figured that I'd better find a place to pull over and park Mona had her head in my lap.

Since that day Mona and I have been fucking every chance we get. The seat of my pick-up truck, the back seat of her car when it was her turn to drive, a couple of times at work when everyone else was gone, five times at her house and twice at mine, and five visits to a motel. Try to imagine, if you can, Mona giving me a blow job under the rear deck of her house during George's birthday party while George walked the deck above us talking to his guests. Another memorable time happened on one of the days when it was her turn to drive and I wasn't ready yet so she came into the house to wait for me. My wife had just gone into the shower and as soon as Mona heard the water running she went right for my zipper. We fucked right on my living room floor. The water stopped running before I could cum so I had to pull out and Mona finished me off by hand on the way to work.

I just recently found out the reason for Mona's aggressive behavior. She found out that George was having an affair with his secretary so she decided that after twenty years as a faithful wife it was time for her to have a little fun and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. If I read Mona right it I figured that it would not be too long before she decided to break off our affair, confront George on the secretary and try to mend the marriage. Unfortunately I was right.

One day, after a lunch session at the local Motel 6, Mona told me that she wanted me to do her a very big favor. She wanted me to hide in her bedroom closet and watch her fuck George. My initial reaction was short and to the point:

"No fucking way! If George found me he would kill me!"

Mona assured me that he wouldn't. "I won't let him," she said (some assurance that) "And anyway it doesn't matter because he won't even know you are there."

She was going to fuck him, confront him about his secretary and then demand to know if the secretary was better than she was and if not, why was he fucking around on her. She wanted me there for three reasons:

1. If George got violent she wanted someone there to protect her.

2. If he stormed out she wanted me there to pick up where he left off.

3. Knowing that I was there would excite her.

My response was still, "No! Not just no, but fuck no!"

Mona kept after me every day for the next week and my resolve slowly melted (steady pussy can do that to you). For one thing, the idea of watching her fuck her George while hiding in the closet sounded exciting. For another, I was pretty fond of Mona by then and if there were a chance of her being in danger I would not like to see her hurt. Finally, the thought of thrusting into her hot cum filled pussy gave me a hard dick. I agreed to do it.

Mona said she would set it up for Thursday which was two days away. Over lunch we worked out the possible scenarios and what our responses should be:

A. He got violent. I would come out of the closet with a cut-off baseball bat and smack him upside his head. Mona would grab some pre-positioned clothes and we would get the hell out of Dodge.

B. He would be contrite and beg forgiveness. She would take him downstairs to the kitchen, fix a couple of drinks and they would discuss the situation like adults. That would give me a clear shot to get down the stairs and out of the house without being seen.

C. He would say, "So what?" or something similar. She would ask him what he wanted for dinner and they would go downstairs and I would beat feet.

D. Well, we didn't think of D so naturally D is what happened, but more on that later.

Mona drove on Thursday and on the way home, as we passed my house, I started having severe second thoughts about the deal. Mona hit the garage door opener and we pulled into the garage. Mona got out of the car and she noticed my reluctance to do the same.