It's Not Cheating

IT'S NOT CHEATING

By

Laran Mithras

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It's Not Cheating is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either
are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2015 - All Rights Reserved

It's not cheating if there's
no penetration.

~ A very wise woman

I looked into my husband's office. He was sitting in his
chair stroking his cock.

Derek grinned lasciviously at me. "Wanna watch with
me?"

I quirked my mouth to the side. He was watching some
cheating video. Some woman getting fucked and blowing some other guy. It was
disgusting. He always watched them.

I coughed. "No."
No way am I going to sit there
and watch some woman cheating.

"Come on, Elizabeth; you'll like it."

"Will not. I'm going in to the office for a couple
hours." It was Saturday. The regional manager for our insurance division
would be snooping around for a week starting Monday. I needed to get some
things done before then.

"Got some hot guy you're boning I don't know
about?" His hand moved faster on his shaft.

I felt the heat rise up in my face. "No. Never, and you
know it." The idea made me angry. I had watched far too many Lifetime
movies to think that cheating led to anything but total ruin.

Oh, I knew better. Some men, including my husband had nasty
fantasies of these so-called open marriages. It was just a way to get the wife
involved so the husband could fuck some young big-titted blonde. No way was I
going to open that kind of door. Movie after movie showed it always ruined
everything.

I loved my husband. He was a good-looking man with silver
just starting at his temples. He sold auto insurance. I bundled life insurance
policies for a several chains. Occasionally, I would smile to see one of
Derek's policies in a list on my desk. He wasn't big on life insurance, but
sold it if the customer wanted it.

He said, "You can bone some guy. Just bring me
pictures."

"No!" He was making me angry.

"You should try it sometime. You'd have fun."

"It's not happening and stop pushing it."

He heard the heat in my voice. He got up and came to me, his
nice cock hanging half-limp. "I'm sorry. Guess I got worked up. I know it
bugs you." He kissed me lightly on the lips. "Sorry."

I tried to let off the pressure with a slow breath. It came
out shaking still with anger.
I can't talk to him right now; I need to
settle down.

He smiled and touched my hair. "You're beautiful; I
love you."

I calmed almost instantly. His touch could do that. I was as
tall as he was, with what men said were legs that went all the way up.
Unfortunately, I was almost flat-chested. Very little was there and was
beginning to show the beginnings of deflation due to age. I had always wanted
big tits that men would slobber over, though my bigger-titted friends always
rolled their eyes when some guy slobbered over them.

I said, "All right. I'm okay."

He twirled a few strands of my dark hair and pulled his
fingers through.

I love it when he does that. "I need to go. Maybe you
can do that later."

He pecked me again on the lips and winked. "I'll just
be here… playing."

I rolled my eyes and left.

~ ~ ~

I was serious about the no cheating thing. No man other than
my husband would ever stick his cock in me. I just wasn't built that way. I'm
not a prude - I like to have fun. I like hugs. Even from men not my husband –
as long as they were handsome. I hated slimy guys trying to mash on me.
Yuck.

I was a big fan of Lifetime Television. I knew many of those
older actresses made these movies to send the message loud and clear: cheating
equaled the complete ruin of a marriage. Always.

The only time cheating was allowed was when the woman chose
to do it because her husband was abusive. Those were okay. I had watched many
movies like that where the woman found herself in the arms of another man with
swelling music and blaring saxophones. Those were hot. But only when the
husband was abusive. I learned by watching. Those were true stories.

Only ruin came from cheating on a husband when they were
happy. But the cheating was okay when the husband was abusive. Then it led to
happiness – even if the other man was married. I had shed many a tear cheering
for lonely wives in bed with a man, married or not, who could make them happy.

On the other side of the coin, it was always cheating, no
matter what and under any circumstance, when the husband had another woman.
Always. There were never exceptions. The husband was the weak link in all
marriages. A cheating husband was a scourge on the marriage – a fire that
destroyed utterly. No husband should ever have an excuse to cheat because women
were never abusive.

That's the way it was.

I drove to work.

~ ~ ~

I unlocked and went in, punching in the alarm code. It
beeped and blinked. Then I re-engaged it.

I was startled by a voice. "You, too, huh?"

I jumped and squawked in an unflattering way. I held my hand
to my blouse and blinked rapidly.

It was Ben Branton, one of the other directors. Most of us
were directors. Ben was a ruggedly handsome man who mountain-biked on the
weekends. His smoky eyes caused many women in the office to gulp and tremble.
His fiancé was a big-titted blonde. He paid no attention to the other women,
but he was very friendly with me.

I liked him. "Oh, hi. Thought I'd be alone."

He smiled and raised a cup. "I made coffee. Guess we
both had Evelyn on our minds."

Evelyn was the regional manager. She would be poking her
nose into everything. Missing signatures or incorrectly filled out forms went
onto our employee records. The rotten woman very much enjoyed finding errors.
She relished recording the black marks on our records. Most everyone wished she
would die.

I relaxed and said, "Sure, I'll take a cup."

I went into the records room. We kept hard files on
everything. The computer was convenient, but not secure like hard files. I
pulled open the unusually light bundles drawer.

Ben came in and handed me a cup. His eyes twinkled at me.
"We were thinking the same. The bundles is where she always gets us. I
have the files in the cafeteria."

"Oh."

"Come on, you can help."

I smiled. "It'll go faster."

He nodded, leading me out. "Mm hmm."

We sat for four hours, talking rarely. I checked through an
enormous stack of files he had pushed my way. He had a bigger stack by him. We
burned through the pot of coffee and I made another.

He raised his cup I had handed him. "Your coffee always
tastes the best."

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "It's just coffee."

He gently kicked me under the table. "Don't argue with
me."

I coughed, smiling. "Bossy, aren't you?" I kicked
him back.

He kicked again. It was just a tap, playful and teasing.
"Yes, when you won't take a compliment."

"Why bother to compliment me? I've seen your
fiancé."

He smiled wider. "Pretty, huh?"

I couldn't resist a glance down at my flat chest. "Uh…
yeah."

He frowned slightly, concern crossing his face. "I
didn't mean you weren't pretty." He kicked me again.

I coughed and slid off my shoe. I kicked him hard. "Oh
come on. She's very… built for you."

He made a face.

I felt his socked-foot kick me.

He said, "I'm not attracted to her… you know."

I smiled wickedly. "Know what? Her what?" I kicked
again.

He blushed. Suddenly we were fighting under the table with
wrestling feet. He said, "Her breasts."

I pretended not to hear. I was trying to gain the upper hand
in the footsies war. "What? Her brains?"

He leaned across and launched a finger into the front of my
armpit. "Her boobs!"

I squeaked and clenched together. "That's not
fair."

He looked confused. "What, her boobs?"

I laughed. "No, you goon, tickling me."

He reached across and got my other side.

I squawked like an angry bird and slapped at his hands. I
got up. "Oh my gosh, I need a bathroom break."

He chuckled. "Me too. Too much coffee."

When I came out, he was waiting, a serious look on his face.
"I really didn't mean to suggest I'm engaged to Cheryl because she has big
boobs and that you don't have them."

"Huh? I'm married anyway. I'm not available."

He shook his head and wiped his eyes. "Uh, that came
out wrong."

I leaned against the wall – he was blocking the hallway.
Want
to talk? Go ahead.

"I mean that I'm engaged to her for other reasons. I
don't look at you and think your breasts aren't big enough for my tastes."

I smiled. "Get out. You're just saying that." But
if he was, then why?

"I find you very attractive, Elizabeth. If you weren't
married, I think I'd be after you."

I shook my head in confusion. "But I'm not like
Cheryl."

He glanced down at my blouse. "Like I said, I'm not
engaged to her because of her boobs. I think what you have is beautiful."

I clutched an arm over my small breasts. "You've never
seen them."

He smiled. "My loss."

"Oh, stop that."

"I'm serious."

My pulse raced. I felt flattered and shocked. "Well,
that's a nice thing to say."

"You're the prettiest gal in the office, by far."

I coughed, the flattered feeling vanishing in an instant.
"Oh, sure. With Hotty Totty Tina running around flaunting herself—"

"I don't like her. Her personality sucks and that makes
anything she has sour. Yuck."

I giggled. Tina was a stuffy bitch who thought she was God's
most holy gift to the entire world. "You really think I'm pretty?"

A curled finger came up and touched my chin, lifting it
slightly. He was two inches taller than me. "Very."

My heart thumped.
Is he really flirting with me? How fun!

"Can I kiss you?" A blush was reddening his face.

I could tell it took a lot to ask that. I blushed myself. I
found myself smiling nervously.
Kiss Ben Branton? Wow. Like, yes!
"Um, okay."

His lips met mine in a light touch. He leaned close and I
could feel the heat coming off his muscled body. His tongue reached out and
flicked across my quivering lips. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with
mine.

His smell, that soapy-clean aroma with a hint of leather
flowed into my nose. I melted against the wall, feeling the wonder of our wet
and warm tongues slowly wrestling. It was heaven.

He broke the kiss to my disappointment.
You could've
kissed me longer.

We went back to the cafeteria and settled down to some more
work. But tension hung in the air between us. I caught him glancing at me
often.

His voice startled me in the silence of shuffling papers.
"Thank you. That was nice."

I almost jumped in my seat. I was wide-eyed. "Huh?
Oh." I licked my lips in thought. "Yes, it was."

He leaned forward a little, playing with his pen. "You
know, I've never cheated on my fiancé."

My eyes flashed. "And you won't."

"I won't?"

"No."

"But we just shared a hot kiss—"

I gave him an eyebrow. "That's not cheating."

"No, I didn't think it was." He settled back a
little in his chair, confused. "It isn't cheating if I'm not
married?"

I shook my head. "No, no. It's not cheating because
there was no sex."

"That wasn't sex?"

I giggled and kicked him under the table. "Of course
not. Sex is penetration."

He looked even more confused, but he nodded. He bunched up
his eyebrows. "So I can kiss you again?"

My pulse began racing again. "Well, if you ask
nicely." I toyed with my pen.

His features brightened. "Like, right now?"

I leaned back and laughed.

He kicked me.

I kicked back. "We're supposed to be working."

"Just a little kiss." He reached across and poked
me.

I slapped at him, squealing. "Stop that."

"Come on. One kiss wasn't enough."

His fingers darted in. My hands were a blur slapping them.
"Maybe later." Heat was flooding me at the promise of another kiss.
Ben was drop-dead gorgeous.

He rose and stood beside me, trying to grab me. "Just a
small kiss to carry us through. And then a goodbye kiss would be nice,
too."

I was trying to twist away, giggling uncontrollably.
"All right. Stop! One kiss. But then we work."

He was grinning with a triumphant smile. He pulled me up and
into his arms.

Oh wow, he's strong.
I melted into his arms as his
mouth found mine. Our kiss was so hot I sagged against him and moaned. I felt
his strong body pressed against mine, or was it mine hanging on his? I felt his
entire physique, including a very noticeable lump in his pants.
Did I do
that?

He kissed me deeply and I kissed back as hard as I could.
Oh,
Ben, you could kiss me forever.

His hand came up my back and cradled my head. His tongue
moved in my mouth sensuously.

I moaned louder, kissing deeper. I felt my body press
against him harder with a mind of its own. Then I felt him shift his hips,
pressing his hard crotch into mine.
Oh, baby. I'm going to want more of
these kisses, for sure.

He wriggled his crotch against mine. I pressed back, putting
pressure on my clit through my slacks. It felt delicious.
This is where
there should be saxophones, but… Derek isn't abusive. Still, this is wonderful.

He finally broke the kiss.

I gasped for breath and moaned low in loss.

He smiled, still holding me tight and close. "I'm going
to look forward to the goodbye kiss."

I didn't want him to think I was looking forward to it.
"Um, okay."

He released me and I sank into the chair. "You
okay?"

I nodded, my mouth open in a pant.

"I wouldn't want you to feel like you're cheating on
your husband."

I laughed and shook my head. "Cheating? No. It was just
a kiss. Kisses and hugs aren't cheating."