The beginning

I don't really know why I'm writing this. I've never blogged before, nor do I read blogs. Then again, I don't normally bring men home with me or pursue married men.  I never looked twice at FJ when he started in our office. A few weeks later, I was sat next to him at the office Christmas party and found we had a lot in common.  I wasn't attracted to him straight away but a few months later at a colleagues retirement, people began to comment on how well we got on. That night, he tried to kiss me. I was appalled that a married man who's 6 month pregnant wife was at home would behave in such a way.  Monday at work was a bit awkward but gradually over the next few months we became friends. The night he told me he had been offered a new job, I realised he had become much more than a friend to me.  I moved home the next day to my dream house but rather than feel excitement, I wanted to curl up in a ball and sob. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again.

The month leading up to his leaving night, I had an idea he liked me. We started sneaking of in work for private chats and spent almost all day sending instant messages to each other. Every lunch, we would walk together in the local park. Of course, the fact that he was  married meant I wouldn't do anything else but I really enjoyed his company. 

In the end, it was only him and I left at his leaving night and I realised we were holding hands.  I'm not sure who kissed who first but it seemed to be at the same  time. I knew it was wrong that he came home with me, and I can truthfully say it was the first time I had took a man I wasn't in a relationship with home. I woke up in the night to find him cuddling me. I lay terrified that he would wake and realise  I wasn't his wife and stop.  He eventually woke for the toilet and came back to bed and cuddled me again. It might seem like nothing, but its been a long time since I've being held.  The feeling of his warmth was amazing. When he woke, it was obvious quickly he had no regrets. The point of this blog isn't to discuss sex in graphic detail but it's fair to say he wanted more than a good morning kiss.  So, maybe last night wasn't just alcohol...... .I drove him for the train home and there was a fair bit of kissing. I leave him feeling stunned to what just happend.

I wasn't sure what to expect after he left but the truth be told I hoped he wanted to see me again. Never before had a I met someone that not only was I  attracted to but enjoyed their company.I didn't have to wait long.  He texted me the next day and said he was looking forward to coming back to work to see me.